I honestly love the way you talk about your bird. Like "yeah he's a fucking demon but I love him"
bc it’s true
i care about his wellbeing and he gives me kisses
but he also sticks his face inside of my ear and then screams really loud. cuz he knows it’ll make me yell and fuss at him, and he fucking lives for the chaos. he thrives off of yells.
he’s a screamin demon but i’ll protect him with my life
Title: Can You Keep It? Fandom: Riverdale Characters: Jughead Jones x female!reader, Archie Andrews, Betty Cooper, Veronica Lodge, Kevin Keller, Reggie Mantle Warnings: Swearing, definitely not my best writing :( Word Count: 1,185 Requested: Nope (because requests are closed y’all) Short Description: You and your boyfriend, Jughead, are trying to keep your fresh relationship a secret after the town’s golden boy is murdered. You are unconvinced that he can keep the secret. As it turns out, it’s you that reveals your relationship. A/N: This is my first Riverdale story and I don’t read much Riverdale fanfic so I’m not exactly sure if this fits in but… here we go!
Disclaimer: not my gif
[Y/N] = your first name [Y/L/N] = your last name
The student lounge was, as always, fairly crowded. Students were lounging around the room, chatting, staying away from the outside or finishing any last minute homework. It was also an area where the primarily “popular” people tended to spend their lunch times, as they were “too cool” for the library. Quiet chatter was all that you could hear as you attempted to concentrate on your English homework, answering a ridiculous essay question for Wuthering Heights. You were sat with Betty and Kevin, working on some homework as Ronnie sat close to Chuck Clayton, undoubtedly chatting him up with her implausible Veronica Lodge charm as she sipped on coffee.
Then there was Jughead Jones, in all of blue-green eyed magnificence. Jughead was tall and lanky, with pale, creamy skin and his signature frown on his face. A bag was draped over one of his shoulders, a raven black jacket covering his maroon hoodie. He seemed to always bury himself behind clothing in dark shades, but you liked the way that it made his eyes stand out so much. His back was sloping alongside the wall next to the vending machine; people watching. Jughead’s trademark crown-shaped beanie was placed atop of his head of ebony hair, and the sight alone made me bite back a grin. Noticing your gaze, Jughead looked in your direction before sending you a quick and discrete wink. You winked in return before glimpsing over at Veronica to explain why your head was turned.
Jughead had been one of your best friends since before you could recall. It was virtually like Betty and Archie; you and Jughead been intimate friends since the single digit days. Any vital childhood memory you could think of had Jughead present; just the way you wanted it. Initially, you had presumed that Jughead had fervent, platonic feelings for you. At some point in the summer of Jason Blossom’s death, you were proven wide of the mark, when Jughead unpredictably declared his love for you. Fortunately, there was something inside of you that was sure you felt the same way.
On July 4th, Jason Blossom had gone missing and was presumed to be dead after his twin sister, Cheryl, emerged after their boat capsized. It was a scandal that had taken over the entire town of Riverdale, so you and Jughead had agreed to keep your relationship away from your friends until the right time to tell them came around. You were less than persuaded that Jughead would be able to keep this secret, but after his fall out with Archie over the summer, he didn’t have many people to tell. Usually, Jughead and Archie told each other everything, but it seemed that the both of them had been keeping secrets.
I’ve seen lots of debate in the fairy tail tag today over whether NaLu is actually canon or not, so I wanted to share my opinion!
*WARNING: This is a long one!*
Personally, I believe NaLu is canon, but not in your stereotypical “I love you” “I love you too” confession and makeout session kind of way. Ever since Natsu and Lucy first started acting like a couple and were shipped, we know that the pair have zero experience with love. Neither have ever been in a relationship, and therefore don’t really know how to act when confronted with the idea of one. Lucy has a slim idea, after her early fantasies of a “knight in shining armour” figure, however Natsu is completely oblivious. I think Natsu and Lucy both share an idea on what love is, but neither can properly tell when they are in love unless when the moment is right.
So here comes Chapter 545! Of course Lucy got incredibly emotional when thinking back to the jobs:
Which is only natural, the poor girl has been through so much and just at the thought of going on another job brought back so many memories and tears to her eyes.
So what does she do? The only thing she can do:
Embrace and thank the man who made it all possible; Natsu.
At this moment, with all the memories flooding back into her, Lucy is finally coming to terms with her feelings for Natsu. She loves him. She loves him out of pure gratitude for everything he’s ever done for her, and for being her first ever friend. As Lucy said herself, if she’d never met Natsu, none of her life would have been possible; she wouldn’t have joined Fairy Tail, she wouldn’t have made friends, she wouldn’t have grown stronger, and she probably wouldn’t have won the best writer award!
And Natsu knows this.
Of course initially he pulls his signature “o shit” face because Lucy is crying and he’s not really sure what to do.
But this isn’t necessarily a look of “o shit” because he’s uncomfortable or feels awkward. Both him and Happy look incredibly concerned, from their creased eyebrows to the bead of sweat dripping from them. So why is he pulling that face? Because he is confronted with love.
As I said before, Natsu has had no experience with love before, therefore when Lucy hugs him and tells him how much she appreciates him, he doesn’t know how to react.
Now, the next part I think is the most important:
Of course Natsu has never been one to give Lucy any form of personal space, and here is certainly no exception. But this scene is different from all the others. Natsu respects Lucy more than anyone else in the guild, therefore if he were to tease her or invade her personal space, it’s purely in a jokey scenario. This scene here though? This isn’t a joke. Natsu and Lucy are being serious. So that merely means that Natsu leaning in is not a way to tease her, he is being serious with her, a trait rarely shown by the dragon slayer unless in combat.
Now, you’d all be lying if you said you didn’t think Natsu was going to kiss Lucy on the next page, because at this point I was screaming at him to kiss her and this is the point most people believe Natsu rejected Lucy. But in my opinion, it’s the complete opposite.
As I said, Natsu has had no experience with love, so the time he is actually faced with it (right now), he’s not joking around, he’s not teasing, because he has finally realised how Lucy feels. Granted I don’t think he’s absolutely certain, and here’s why:
When Natsu leans in - I promise this isn’t my NaLu senses taking over - I believe he was actually planning to kiss her, like many of us hoped. However, I think he changed his mind at the last minute, purely because he doesn’t want to hurt Lucy. He knows she’s in a vulnerable situation, and he would hate more than anything to make her more upset and tearful than she already is. Natsu knows that he loves Lucy, and is starting to think she returns those feelings, but he doesn’t want to confess when she’s in such a state and all emotional. He doesn’t want to hurt and/or confuse her.
Now let’s discuss Lucy’s feelings towards all this. Throughout the entire Alvarez arc she’s being toying with her feelings towards Natsu, as to whether they’re strictly platonic or whether there’s something more. This is the point where she’s considering perhaps there is something more. She’s so overwhelmed with gratitude and emotions she’s finally putting two and two together and deciding she is in love with her best friend. When Natsu leans in, she thinks he’s about to kiss her. How do we know?
This. The face she makes. You can interpret this however many ways you like, I’m definitely not saying mine is the correct way, but I’ll explain my theory.
Lucy’s contemplating her feelings again when she says “Wait”, but stops in the middle of her sentence. Why? Because she’s panicking. She - much like Natsu - has never had any experience with love, never had a boyfriend, and never had her first kiss. She thinks Natsu is going to kiss her, so what does she do? She closes her eyes and leaves her mouth open. She’s waiting for him to kiss her, so she can properly decide how she feels. She wants Natsu to kiss her.
Need more evidence?
She thought he was going to do something interesting.
What kind of interesting thing were you thinking, Lucy?
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
However, what really ties the knot, (see what I did there), about Natsu’s feelings towards Lucy is this:
He wants them to be together forever.
Natsu and Lucy wouldn’t have a stereotypical love confession because they are not a regular couple. Natsu saying he wants to be with Lucy forever just about proves that he loves her. And let’s not forget who else said they wanted to be with their significant other forever:
And who are together and trying for a baby in the final chapter?
From the words they speak to the expression they make, Natsu in no way friend zoned Lucy.
I believe he confessed to her, but in his own sweet, dense little way! He’s too inexperienced to know how to properly confess, and although he initially considered kissing her, it’d be far more like him to aggravate Lucy but confess his love at the same time. After all, he can’t resist teasing her!
Hopefully this put some of your minds at ease, let me all know your opinions and theories, I’d love to hear them! <3
hi, so i was lucky enough to attend the voltron signing and they’re all so sweet and i love them so much. also they all ate up how adorable my sheith bag was and how much they loved it and im glad they’re still so supportive.
Sam and Dean sit in baby staring at their once 25 year old sister who was now 4 years old in a ballerina outfit because that’s what she picked out at the store when they needed to buy her clothes. The previous hunt they were on Y/N got hit by some weird powder by a witch and Dean woke up the following morning to a tiny hand on his face.
“Why do you guys keeping wooking at me weird?” She ask looking between them. “You’re just so tiny.” Sam smiles. “She’s so cute!” Sam adds looking at Dean. “Yeah, I remember.” He mumbles as they get out the car to go food shopping for the bunker.
“Come on Y/N.” Sam chimes as he opens the back door for her. He holds her hand as they cross the street to the store. She lets go and runs to the shopping carts to grab one. They stand there watching her struggle to get one cart out because they were stuck together. (Don’t you just hate that) “I got it.” Sam chuckles getting it. As they walk in store Y/N skips ahead next to Dean to hold his hand but he keeps moving his hand so she can’t grab it.
“I don’t wanna hold your hand, thanks. I don’t wanna hold your hand.” He argues. She frowns and grabs a hold of his hand and grips it tight. “Ow, ow, let go of my hand.” He growls. “That hurts.” He glares down at her. She whimpers and peeks over to Sam who looks down at her. “What’s wrong bug?”
“Dean won’t hold my hand.” Y/N pouts. Sam gives Dean his signature bitch face and Dean grunts and grabs her hand. “She always did this before.” He mumbles but Sam just chuckles shaking his head. “Why did you choose a costume?” Dean ask looking at her ballerina outfit. “It’s not a costume it’s my protective gear.”
“How’s a ballerina costume suppose to protect you?”
“Are you crazy who wants to hurt a ballewina?” She protest. “Other ballerinas.” Dean shrugs. Once Dean had enough he throws Y/N in the seat of the cart and she rambles to Sam who too eventually has enough of her talk of Princes and fairies and he gives her his iPod. She bops her head and swings her hanging legs accidentally kicking Sam once in awhile listening to music as they get to the register. “Can I has some lime jerky?” She ask pointing down below to the candy and jerky. Sam is about to protest remembering her eating habit but Dean holds his hand up to stop him. “Your remember how she was when she didn’t get things. She whined and whined.” Sam grabs the jerky and puts it down with the of stuff and Y/N smiles. The ride to the bunker is an half hour away and Y/N becomes very impatient.
“Are we there yet?” She grunts tugging on her seatbelt. “We get there when we get there Y/N.” Dean answers annoyed. “Why do you have to be such a meany?” She yells. Sam stops Dean before he can even talk back. “Hey princess let’s play a game.” Sam says turning around in his seat. “Okay!”
“Let’s play the license plate game.”
“Yay okay!” Y/N props herself on the seat and looks out the window. There isn’t much cars on the road and she eventually falls asleep from boredom. When they arrive Sam carries Y/N down the stairs seeing Cas sitting in the war room. “Who’s the child?” He questions noticing a sleeping Y/N in Sam’s arms.
“Cas it’s Y/N.” He chuckles. “Y/N isn’t two feet tall.”
“She got hit by some mumbo jumbo powder and now she’s four years old so we need to find a way to reverse it.” Dean explains as they walk to the kitchen. “Cas would you mind taking her to her room?” Sam ask. Cas hesitates at first and nods. Sam passes her gently so she doesn’t wake up. She stirs in Cas’s arms for a moment and becomes still again. He takes her to her room settling her down on the bed. He admires her small body seeing fully that it clearly was Y/N. He remembers Y/N showing him some pictures of her and boys when they were younger.
An hour goes passed and the boys sit in the library reading some books. “Do children usually nap for this long?” Cas questions. “You have a point totally forgot. She’s too quiet now that I realize.” Sam intervenes. “Oh no.” Dean mumbles getting up. “What? What is it?” Cas questions following them to the kitchen.
“Whenever Y/N was quiet it meant that she’s was either hiding something or she’s going through the pantry for cand—”
Sure enough when they reach the kitchen they see a stash of candy wrappers opened along with other snacks, but that wasn’t the problem. This was Dean’s secret stash. “Son of bitch.” He stomps his boot. “If she throws up, I’m blaming you!” Dean scolds at Sam with a pointed finger. They go into the hallways to look for her. “Y/N!” Dean screams. He goes to her room not seeing her there and is about to leave till he hears shuffling from the closet. He slowly walks up to the closet grabbing the door knobs and swings them open spotting the little ballerina with a chocolate stained mouth.
“THERE YOU ARE!” She screams crawling through Deans legs and makes a run for it in the hallway.
“Sammy get her!” He screams. Sam sees a small body dart across the hallway. He runs after her but loses her once he turns the corner. Five minutes go by and Dean doesn’t find her. “I’m tried of playing games Y/N come out now or it’s time out for you!” After three minutes of searching he meets in the war room with Sam. “She’s in so much trouble!” Dean grunts. “Dean, why are you so mad at her?”
“She ate my stuff!”
“No, not that. I mean ever since she turned you’ve been a meany like she said what’s up with that?” Dean doesn’t answer and looks away. Sam stands there waiting for the answer. Dean mumbles something inaudible he can’t hear. “What?”
“I said she likes you better then me.” He confesses. “Dean, what are you talking about?” He sighs before he answers.
“Every since Y/N was little she always liked you best. She was stuck to you like glue.” Sam stands there in shock. “Dean, she loves you a lot you know?” He raises an eyebrow hearing this. “Anytime you and dad were gone Y/N never shut about you. Asking me all these questions about cars and bugging me when you were gonna be back and how excited she was to learn how to gank monsters from her big brother. Besides you too spend a bunch of time together now. Why is this affecting you?”
“Is that true?”
“Yes, I was kinda jealous because I thought she liked you more. And to be honest I’m a little jealous. You guys have a closer bond than I have with her now.” Sam admits. Suddenly Cas emerges into the war room carrying a crying Y/N. “What happened?” Sam ask. “Well when I was chasing her down she fell and hurt her knee.” He lifts her leg up showing the ripped pink unitard with a cut that is now bleeding just a little and the torn tutu. He goes to hand her to Sam’s out stretched arms but she whimpers rejecting him.
“I want Dean.” She whimpers crying. Dean lifts his head up hearing this and gets a good look at his baby sister. Her arms reached out for him leaning away from Cas. Her eyes puffy and red from crying. Dean realizes that he’s been so stupid that he didn’t need to be jealous, because him and Y/N get along perfect now when she’s not a toddler. She whimpers putting her arms down thinking her big brother yet again is rejecting her today until he reaches out for her and she quickly wraps her arms around his neck. “You okay?” He ask softly wiping her tear stained face. “No.” Y/N croaks shaking her head and he takes her to his room. He sets her down on his bed and helps her in one of his t-shirts after cleaning her face.
“I’m sorry I ate your candy.” She apologies in her small voice. “No, I’m sorry for being a meany today, I was just jealous.”
“Why?” She ask with a tilt of her head.
“It’s a long story. But let’s get a bandaid on this shall we?” He gets the first aid kit and cleans her scratch up. “Tank you.” She says once he’s finished. “Dean.” She calls out to him when he puts the stuff away. “Yeah?”
“Can we watch some cowboy movies?” He smiles at this and nods his head. “Sure thing sweetheart.” He sets the movie in his room while Cas helps her pop the popcorn. Half way through the movie Y/N starts falling asleep. He looks down under his arm seeing Y/N falling asleep with a piece of popcorn hanging of her bottom lip. “Getting sleepy there?” He lays down with her pulling the blanket up. “Frectles.” She mumbles. “What?” She puts one tiny finger in his face and says it again. “Frectles.” He frowns then gasp realizing what she meant. “You mean freckles.” He chuckles. “Yeah you has those.”
Summary: Peter finds the reader’s sketchbook open on her desk.
Because I’m a sucker for this trope.
“Y/N?” Peter called into your empty house, after having let himself in.
He wasn’t surprised when there was no reply. You had told him you might be a little late to your study night, as you had an errand to run for your aunt.
Nonetheless, you’d reminded him where the key was and assured him to let himself in and take whatever food he wanted from the fridge (“But don’t eat it all, Parker! I know you and your appetite, and I refuse to allow a repeat of last November!”)
He smiled, remembering your scolding, and grabbed a juice from the fridge before heading to your room to wait.
Heartbreak and sadness are of the deadliest poisons, for they kill you slowly in misery.
Genre: smut and angst
Sehun continued to pound into you. He kept a steady pace and made sure to hit all the right angles. Your head board continuously hit wall, sure to leave a dent. Sweat made stray hairs cling to your forehead. Looking at Sehun’s body above was like a dream. From his chiseled abs, the his arms that were just the right amount of toned, up to his jaw line that was so sharp, you swore it could cut diamonds. You ran your hands over his chest and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he brought you closer to your release.
"You’re so tight, even after all this time.“ He grunted, a sheen of sweat forming on his face as he picked up the pace. You moaned in response, filled with to much pleasure to form sounds besides wanton moans and mewls. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand before bringing your lips together. It was a battle of teeth and tongue. Each of you battled for the upper hand, but in the end you let him win, you always did.
He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth as he felt your walls clenching around him.
"I’m so close Sehun” you breathed.
"Cum for me baby" he replied hiking you leg over his hip and angling deeper inside you. Soon you were seeing white as the knot in your stomach came undone. His name fell from your lips as you rode out your high. Sehun soon followed suit, pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. Without wasting a second he was off the bed and pulling his boxers back on.
"Here" he mentioned tossing a towel in your direction, “clean yourself up. See you tomorrow.”
With that he gathered his remaining clothes and walked out your bedroom door. It had been like this for months, meeting in the middle of the night for a meaningless hookup, only to pretend you were acquaintances the next day. You were one of the many assistants at SM entertainment. You had gotten the position on a fluke, but you were grateful for the job nonetheless. Sehun had immediately noticed the new girl, prancing through the halls in her modest heels, politely greeting various idols and board members that came in. What captivated him the most was how you looked like a shy, girl next door type on the outside, but you held a glint in your eye that said otherwise. He had a feeling you could be quite dirty outside of work, and he was right. He had made you a proposition; to hookup with him and help him relive stress. Although it was a shocking proposition, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would benefit by sleeping with one of your favorite exo members. It was a win win for both of you, and there were no rules against dating idols in your contract, so you obliged. Not 1 month after you started your job did the secret meet ups start, and when you were almost a year into working there, and the secret was still safe.
You heard your front door being opened and silently shut seconds later, signaling he had left. You sighed and moved to clean yourself up before showering, a feeling of sadness washing over you.
Probably just the gloomy weather. You thought to yourself as rain continued to fall outside.
With one last look out the bathroom window, you stepped into your hot shower, feeling instantly relaxed. You let the water consume you, running through your hair and then down your body. No matter how hot you made the water, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilt and shame you felt after every fuck. You knew it was wrong, no matter how much you wanted it to be right. Even though you were able to silence your conscious every time Sehun wanted to come over, you couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Every time he left there was the nagging feeling tugging at you, eating you from the inside out. Self loathing would spread through every corner of your body, making you regret your decision, only for you to make it again the next day.
One day I will say no to him…. one day.
“Ms. ____________, please put this in the storage room for me."
"Of course sir” you replied to your supervisor with a light bow.
"After you may take your lunch.“
"Thank you sir” was your response to his retreating figure. He was so busy that you hardly ever saw him. When you did, he usually gave you a list of things to do. You rendered yourself lucky this time. As you began taking the supplies to the room like he asked, you felt your phone vibrate. Carefully placing your items down, you read what was on the screen.
Also, I need for you to organize the file room. The paper work hasn’t been filed away properly, and it’s getting out of hand. Once that is finished, you may go home.
“Spoke to soon” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Hopefully the file room wasn’t that bad, You wanted nothing more than to go home and just relax.
The file room was pretty destroyed when you had walked in. Someone had obviously been looking for something, but didn’t want to clean their mess up after. Thankfully, after an hour of organizing, you were almost done. You were bending down to put a file in the bottom drawer when someone came up behind you and shut the door. The sound of it locking filled the quiet space.
"I found you"
You didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was none other than Oh Sehun. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his hardening member pressing into your ass.
"What do you say we have a quickie before I take off for practice?“ He breathed into your ear as you stood. His breath fanned across your neck as he spoke and it sent chills straight to your core.
I have to tell him no, my job could be jeopardized for sleeping with an idol on the clock. But he is so tempting… stupid sexy Sehun.
He interrupted you internal debate by nibbling on the spot below your ear, his hands found their way around your waist and rested right above your womanhood. You wanted to nothing more than to lean into his touch and give into his needs, but your job was on the line.
"I can’t” you finally responded, removing his hands from your body and ultimately turning to see him. Disappointment flashed across his features before being replaced with his signature resting bitch face.
"Why? Do you suddenly have morals?“ He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. That was a low blow, you both knew that.
"What is that supposed to mean?” Irritation was itching to come out as you spoke, but you held your composure.
"Maybe it means that you are such a good slut for me when we meet outside of work, but now you are being a prude.“
His words stabbed through you like a knife. But he wasn’t done.
"You do realize I could easily hookup with any one of the assistants in this office right? Who knows, maybe they would be a better fuck than you.”
Saying you were hurt was an understatement. His words pierced your heart like a dull rusted knife that he kept twisting and twisting as he continued to insult you. You had let your feelings for him go to far, and now you were paying the price as your little charade fell to pieces in front of your eyes. How stupid of you to think that you could be happy with your friend with benefits deal you had with Sehun. What a fool you were for loving this man. Your pride was hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at him, to tell him he was a bastard and didn’t deserve your love. But alas you couldn’t do that. So you heaved a heavy sigh, swallowed your pride and simply stated,
” I do realize that. Which is why I am ending things here. Last night was the last time Sehun. Have a good life. Exo fighting!“
You walked pat him, brushing your shoulder against him as you did. With unsteady hands you unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Sehun in your wake.
A week had passed since that day. You had put in your 2 week notice promptly after the incident. Sehun held true to his word of hooking up with another assistant. It was as if you meant nothing to him. But that’s how it works right? A normal girl falls in love with the idol, they have their share of fun together and the idol leaves for bigger and better things. While you tried your hardest to let go of the idea of Sehun, it was proving to be difficult. So hopefully after leaving the company, you would have a better chance at healing, at least that what you desperately hoped for. This was what you wanted for yourself after all. To be more than just an easy fuck to someone. To have meaning to someone.
You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t watch where you were going. Next thing you knew, your documents were on the floor and so were you.
"I am so sorry, are you ok?”
You looked up to the angelic voice that was currently helping you gather your belongings. It was another member of Sehun’s group, the leader of it actually, Kim Junmyeon, or Suho, as his fans liked to call him.
"Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I was so lost in my thoughts and I-“
"You don’t have to explain yourself to me” he concluded with a silky laugh. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position. Trying not to let him see how sheepish you were feeling, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in your skirt.
"I do have to ask though, what was clouding your thoughts so much that you didn’t look to see where you were walking? You seemed like you were lost since way over there.“ He gestured to the hall you had just came from, which was a good 50 feet away.
You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in your inner turmoil. Out of nervous habit, you began biting your bottom lip. Answering his question was hard, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. Instead of responding you just looked down.
"It’s about Sehun isn’t it” he gently questioned, barely loud enough for you to hear. Cautiously you looked up at him and was met with a sympathetic gaze.
He has to know what had happened, there was no way he couldn’t.
Sehun was his roommate so you were sure that suho knew of everything. Shame overtook you, crashing down upon you in harsh waves. A hurricane of guilt and discomfort filled you, flooding your entirety and looking for an escape through tears. You tried hard to hold them back, to ashamed to make yourself vulnerable to suho, and to cautious to let anyone know how much the whole situation affected you. Silent sobs fought to break through you, making your shoulders shake and your breathing become less than perfect.
"Hey, don’t cry" he cooed, gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. He saw how broken you really were. You had loved Sehun. He could see that written all over your face. Sehun had broken your heart into a million pieces and moved on like it was nothing to him. He felt terrible for what the maknae had done to the pretty girl who always had a smile on her face while she worked.
He gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe the cascade of tears from your cheeks. Your struggle to remain stoic was over as you let go of all the pent up emotions. All the frustration, all the loneliness, and all the heart break. Suho sensed your need to cry and pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other soothingly rubbed your back. As if out of instinct, you grabbed onto his shirt and cried your eyes out, destroying the designer material in the process. You didn’t care how red your face got or how much your makeup ran in that moment. All that mattered was that you had finally let your wall down and all the emotions were flooding out and into the arms of someone you felt you could trust, even if you had just barely met a few moments back. Suho continued rubbing your back, pulling you tighter against him as your sons began to quiet down.
"It’s going to be all right" he repeated like a mantra as he continued his ministrations, “it’s going to be all right."
Sehun had just caught word from a few other assistants in the office that you had planned on leaving. Even though he had moved onto another easy lay in the building, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go. He stormed through the halls, looking in all the places you usually were. When all those places turned out to be dead ends, he decided to ask the front desk of your where abouts. Quickly rounding the corner, he got his answer before even asking, because there before him was you, curled up in the arms of his groups leader suho.
A/N: I found this while cleaning out my computer, and I am debating whether or not to continue it. Let me know if you want another part ^^
Requested: Nope, I just really wanted to a fluffy Bucky Fic
Summary: You and Bucky always eat breakfast at the same time everyday, and everyday you invite him to spend time with you, and everyday he turns you down, until he doesnt. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF
A/N: I have had this idea in my head for ages and I finally typed it up. I still feel like its a bit rough and doesnt flow very well but
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ as usual feedback is greatly appreciated! Feel free to reblog!! If anyone wants to draw Bucky in the gardening scene that would be great. I also suck at titles.
“Hey Buckster,” You greet Bucky
Barnes as you enter the kitchen of the Avenger’s tower one morning.
He says, his signature frown on his face at your nick name for him as he looks
up from the paper he was reading.
supposed to be warmer today, I’m going for a walk around the park, would you
like to come with me?” Going to grab your favorite mug for your coffee, you
found that it was on the highest shelf. Cursing whoever emptied the dishwasher
last, you attempted to stand on your tip toes to reach it, but couldn’t.
“Buckster, will you do me a favor and grab my mug for me?” He nodded, moving
over to you and reaching the cub with ease. “Thank you. So, what do you say
about the walk.”
you,” He said simply before returning to his breakfast and paper.
morning you planned something to do, walk, attending to your flower garden on
the top level of the tower, or Sundays and Wednesdays it was the farmer’s
market, sometimes it was to read outside, other times a run, anything that you
could invite Bucky along to. You had been doing it since about a week after he
arrived, which was about three months ago, now. Every morning you ate breakfast
at the same time as him, and every morning you’d ask if he wanted to do
something with you, and every morning he would say ‘no, thank you.’ Then, every
morning you would sit down and talk to him, well, at him, while you both ate or drank coffee.
Clint calls me hot-head for the pun, but it just doesn’t make sense, I am a
relatively calm person, I think.” You rant to a non-responsive Bucky about the
nickname that Clint gave you. Being an Enhanced with the ability to summon and
control fire it came the opportunity for a multitude of puns, all of which the
team would take advantage of. You enjoyed the joking for the most part but sometimes
it made you a bit upset because you were self-conscious about your enhancement,
feeling that fire was far too destructive of an element for yourself. “Anyways,
have a good day Buckster.” Hoping off the stool at the breakfast bar, you
rinsed out your mug and put it in the drying rack just as Sam and Steve walked
in from their morning run.
it’s hot.” Sam commented, both of them with sweat stains down their shirts.
worry, I’m leaving.” You tease, waving as you walk out the door. You swore you
heard a stifled chuckle from Bucky.
morning, Bucko,” You grin at Bucky the next day, walking into the kitchen and
making your way to the cabinets as usual, “How was your yesterday?”
He responded shortly, glancing up from the paper.
who the hell keeps putting my mug on the tallest shelf?” You mutter as you
attempt to grab your mug again on your very tip toes. Before you could turn
around to grab a chair, you felt the presence of someone right behind you and
saw a metal arm reach out in front of you and grab the mug for you. “Thank
you,” You grinned up at him as you took it from his hand once he held it out
for you. “I’m going to the farmer’s market today, I was thinking about getting
some fresh flowers to brighten up the place in here and possibly some veggies,
wanna come with?” With a fluttering in your stomach at how close he was
standing to you, you took another shot in the dark, prepared for disappointment.
Bucky nodded once.
A look of
surprise washed over your face for a moment but it was quickly replaced with a
grin so bright it rivaled the sun. “Awesome! We can go after breakfast?” You
ask, practically jumping with excitement. He nods, a corner of his lip quirking
up in what you believe to be a smile.
practically shot gun your cup of coffee you quickly change out of your pajamas
and grab your bag, you meet Bucky back in the kitchen. You spend most of the
walk to the park where the farmer’s market was in comfortable silence. “What is
your favorite type of flower?” You ask as you near the tents and spot the
know,” Was all the answer you got, but you smiled anyways, mentally picking out
the type of flower you were going to get for him.
hummed to yourself as you stood in front of the buckets of beautiful plants,
finger held to your lip in thought as you decided which types would be best
where in the tower. “Do you like these for the kitchen?” You ask, pointing to a
particular type and looking to Bucky and only receiving a shrug in response,
“Yeah, you’re right, they won’t work, far too flippant.” Looking around for a
more appropriate bouquet you miss the smile that graces his lips at your
comment. After choosing what you felt to be a sufficient number of flowers you
gathered them up in your arms and paid the vendor.
hard to notice the stares that you were getting, of course you would be
recognized, you were part of the Avengers. But every time Bucky got noticeably
uncomfortable with people’s heads turning to look at you, you redirected the
conversation to take his mind off of it.
you like some help carrying those?” He asked after noticing you struggling to
balance all of the floral arrangements as you picked out vegetables.
heavens, yes please.” You sigh in relief and smile as you hand over about half
of them. When your hands brush each other you see his eyes flick to look at you
but you just keep your attention on the flowers, not wanting to make him think
that it wasn’t okay. You realize afterward that this is the first time you’ve
ever touched him.
you like flower so much? You always talk about them when you ask me to come
with you here, and your garden.” Bucky speaks up as you begin walking back to
suppose it has to do with what I feel fire is,
which is annihilation and destruction, so I like something that’s the opposite
of that. I like to surround myself with life and growth because maybe it’ll
cancel out in the long run.” You try to sound nonchalant as you admit something
you had never said aloud, let alone to anyone else. Bucky stays silent, but you
know that in his silence there is understanding.
“I picked these out for you.” You
say quickly after you return to the tower and set all the purchases down and holding
out a grouping of daffodils. “Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings,
just as we, The Avengers, are for you.” You left out the other specific things
those flowers also meant.
you, Y/N.” He tried his best to smile at you as he watched you carefully
arranges the flowers in vases and put them in various places around the tower.
He noticed he was the only person who got his own personal bouquet.
Asks as he lays flat on his back in his bed, unable to fall asleep.
Barnes?” The AI answers back.
Daffodil flower meaning,” He stated, before quickly adding a “please” at the
end. While he did have to use technology a bit in his years working for Hydra,
he was still confused as to how to navigate the world-wide web, so he mostly
turned to FRIDAY to answer his questions.
symbolize chivalry, rebirth, and since they are the first flower to boom in
spring, they are considered symbolize the end of winter.” FRIDAY answers back
smoothly. Bucky smiles at this, it was perfect. He knew that Y/N knew enough
about flowers to know the full meaning. His heart swelled with happiness and
affection, she specifically chose ones that not only meant rebirth, as she had
defined them, but ones that specifically marked the end of winter, and gave
them to him.
But he was drawn from these thoughts when the AI’s Irish lilt
filled the silence of his room once again, “To a lesser degree they are known
as the flower of unrequited love.” Bucky’s heart beat sped up at this and his
head swam. Had Y/N meant it that way? Of course she had, she did know the full meaning of the plants, after all, or at least that’s what he just told himself seconds before. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mr. Barnes?”
thank you.” He croaks out. He lay there for the rest of the night, thoughts
running too fast to let him find peaceful sleep.
Bucky didn’t realize he had fallen asleep
until he woke up. Late, much to his dissatisfaction. It was only about half an
hour later than when he normally woke up. Walking quickly down the hall he
cursed to himself, he liked to be in the kitchen before you so he could see you
scuffle in, wish him good morning in your far-too-chipper-for-how-early-it-was
voice, and invite him to whatever it was you were doing that day, and more
recently, help you grab your mug from the top shelf of the cabinets.
neared the kitchen he heard the sound of glass shattering followed immediately
by a loud thud and an ‘oof’. Running into the room, he finds you on the floor,
seemingly haven fallen off the counter, mug broken.
there, Buck-aroni, mind giving a girl a hand?” You groan, trying to push
moves to your side to help you, “You’re bleeding,” He comments when he sees
that the shattered mug had left ceramic bits sticking out of the side of your
arm and leg as he pulls you to your feet. So preoccupied with worry, he fails
to see the blush spreading across your cheeks at the close contact.
great,” You mutter, hissing in pain as you attempt to pull a particularly large
shard from your thigh.
help, I’ll go get a first aid kit.” When Bucky returned, first aid box in hand,
you were sitting on a stool and attempting to pull more pieces. “Stop that.” He
ordered softly, moving your hand away so he could begin pulling them out more
carefully with the tweezers.
my favorite mug.” You huff between curses as he began carefully working on
cleaning you up, “I was trying to get it from the top shelf so I climbed on the
counter, but it was wet and I slipped.”
didn’t you grab a chair or wait for me to get it for you?” He glances up at
you, guilt settling in his stomach.
too lazy to get a chair and I didn’t want to hassle you. Plus you might have
been sleeping in.” You shrug.
morning Inferno, Frosty- oh god what happened here?” Tony asks as he enters the
kitchen to fill his mug. You doubt he slept, based on the caffeine-wired look
and dark circles under his eyes.
You say with a roll of your eyes. You hated your title, and everyone knew that.
Being an enhanced, you came from Hydra, a different branch than Bucky, so you
hadn’t crossed paths at all. You joined the Avengers a few months before he
did, and right away you had expressed your dislike of your name.
right, sorry about that. Say, why don’t you like Inferno again?” Tony asked,
leaning against the counter.
Inferno is defined as huge, out of control, fire, or simply, as Hell, because I
was designed to reign hell down upon Hydra’s enemies. I don’t want to be Hell.”
You replied simply, though there was an edge to your tone.
glanced up at you, this being the first time you had ever explained your hatred
of your title, and your reasoning resonated deep with him.
how about we come up with a new one for you.” Tony shrugged, sipping his
we coming up with a new one of?” Steve asked as he entered the kitchen after
his morning run with Sam. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Bucky crouched in
front of you, gauze in hand.
Thinking that Steve’s questioning gaze was directed to the fact that you were hurt, you quickly explained the situation, “I couldn’t
reach my mug so I stood on the counter to get it and slipped getting off and
broke it, thus why I have mug shards in my arm and leg.” You answer his
unspoken question, not knowing that his look was pointed at Bucky and the fact that he was crouched in front of you, one hand holding the tweezers, the other holding your leg to keep it still as he removed mug pieces. Little did you
know, when Steve and Bucky were alone, you were pretty much all Bucky could
talk about. Yesterday, Steve swore the only things that came out of his best
friend’s mouth were about your trip to the farmer’s market and how happy he was
you gave him flowers. “But Tony suggested we come up with a new like code name
for me, since I despise Inferno so much.”
great idea! How about Blaze? That sounds cool?” Steve offered, grabbing food
from the fridge.
your head, wincing slightly as Bucky cleaned a larger cut. “That makes me sound
like I’m a stoner or something.”
Steve frowns in confusion and you just shake your head to say ‘you don’t wanna
Tony suggests thoughtfully, “Flaming flammable person? Magma?”
about Phoenix?” Bucky asks suddenly, looking up as he wraps the final cut with
a Band-Aid. “This is your new life, rising from the ashes of what Hydra made
it.” You grin, nodding, “That’s perfect.”
smiles slightly, and Steve nods in approval of it as well, all while Tony walks
away muttering about three people in the Avengers now with bird-related names.
going to go work in the garden this morning but seeing as it hurts to move and
I have a mission coming up and need to heal, I think I’m going to watch a movie.
Want to join me, Buck-aroni?” You ask as you push yourself off the bench
He nods once, and you smile in response before leaving to go pick out a movie
in the other room.
Steve asks, smirking.
Bucky warns, shooting his friend a good-natured glare.
it’s cute, the nicknames,” His best friend shrugs in response, “I’m glad to see
you’re finally taking her up on her offers to spend time with you.”
morning without fail she asks you to do something, no matter how many times you
turn it down, you got to like someone to do that. We’ve all seen it, so don’t even
deny it, so she obviously wants to spend time with you, and I’m glad you
started doing it.” Steve shrugs, taking a bite of the toast he made.
Bucky could response his attention is pulled away by you calling his name to
join you in the movie room.
“Good Morning, Buckaroo,” You wave at him
before going to the cupboard to steal someone else’s mug for the day until you
went to the store to get a new one.
morning Bucky had made sure to be there before you, a small box with a ribbon
something for you,” He avoided making eye contact and he seemed nervous, which
made you frown. As he held out the box, you took it carefully.
you didn’t have to get me anything.” You say as you carefully untie the ribbon
and open the box. Inside was a new mug, covered in vintage style flowers. “Oh,
this is wonderful, thank you!” Setting the cup down you move across the table
to pull him into a tight hug. Bucky stiffens at first but then wraps his arms
around your waist.
interrupting something?” Sam says teasingly as he enters the room, Steve not
far behind him.
Bucky just got me a new mug because I broke mine yesterday, isn’t is pretty?”
You pull away from Bucky and hold up the mug. While you admiring the details of
the flowers you missed the knowing smirks that Steve and Sam shot Bucky, and
the blush that rose to his cheeks in response.
Buckaroo, I’m working in the garden today and could use some help, want to join
me?” You ask over your shoulder, pouring yourself a coffee.
You quickly pulled out your phone to snap a picture of the moment. You and Bucky had just finished weeding and potting new plants in your garden and were gearing up to head back inside, but the picture perfect moment was too much to pass up. His hair was pulled up with a hair band, a flower tucked behind his ear from when you placed it there earlier, dirt smeared on his face, and neon pink gardening gloves on his hands.
“Smile!” You command with a laugh, holding up your phone. He didn’t have enough time to think of what he was doing before he flashed you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter.
‘Well, I have my new wallpaper.’ You think to yourself as you grin down at your phone.
Grant Rogers, stop putting my mug on the top shelf! Unlike you, I am a short
person who can’t reach it!” You yell as you walk into the kitchen that night
and find Steve emptying the dish washer.
put your mug on the top shelf, I always put it on the bottom.” He puts his
hands up as if in surrender before pointing to your mug. And sure enough, it
was on the bottom shelf of the cupboard.
does it get to the top shelf every morning?” You frown, crossing your arms.
“I was on
a mission a few days ago and someone else emptied it, maybe they did.” He
shrugs before returning to putting the dishes away.
screen located inside the island, you try to remember the first day it was on
the top shelf. “FRIDAY, pull of video of the kitchen from four nights ago, fast
forward.” Steve comes and stands beside you as you watch the playback of the
night sped up. “Normal speed.” You order as you watch Bucky come on screen and
begin putting the dishes away, and sure enough, puts your mug on the top shelf.
“What a little shit, I asked him to get it down for me the next morning and he
didn’t even tell me he was the one who did it.” you mutter with a shake of you
was here the next day, and I put it on the bottom shelf.” Steve prompts,
putting the pieces together as to what was going on.
go to the next night, fast forward,” You say, watching intently as people whiz
quickly on the screen, including Steve putting the dishes away, as he said.
Leaning against the counter, you and Steve waited as the foot traffic stopped
and the lights went off, “I don’t understand, how did it-“ but you were cut
short when the lights turned back on around 2am, and Bucky walked in, opened
the cupboard, and put your mug on the top shelf. “Pause, please.” You ask
FRIDAY and the picture stops. “Why would he do that?” Frowning, you ask the
question more to yourself than to Steve. “Go to 24 hours later please,” And at
the same time the next night, you saw Bucky come in and move your mug yet
again. “I don’t understand.”
you said you asked him for help the first day, right?”
the next day I was just going to grab a stool but he grabbed it for me before I
could.” Frowning in thought, you dismiss FRIDAY and close the screen.
be because he liked helping you?” Steve offered, hoping you’d pick up on what
was happening. You were smart, just oblivious sometimes. “That was the day he
went to the farmer’s market with you, right? It could be that that gave him an
excuse to be by you? You could ask him about it.”
be.” You nod, staring to understand what was going on. “I’ll ask him about it.”
ask you meant wait until 2am and catch him in the act.
1:45 you crept softly into the kitchen, keeping the lights off so Bucky
wouldn’t think anything was out of the ordinary. Waiting in the darkness, you
felt your heartbeat pick up with nerves. What if Steve was wrong? But why else
would Bucky move your mug every day? When you heard footsteps approaching, you
panicked and scurried softly away, staying low and peaking around the corner as
Bucky entered the kitchen. You knew it was weird to spy, but you didn’t have
the courage to confront him. You figured, tomorrow morning, you will quickly
try to get the cup yourself without him interfering, and if he does, you’ll
stay up the next night and confront him for sure.
morning, Bucky!” You try to sound as normal as possible as you stroll into the
nickname this morning?” He asks, a small amused smile on his lips that makes
your heart swell with happiness.
honest I’m running out of them. I thought about Buckaboo but that just sounds
weird.” You laugh when he scrunches up his nose at the nickname, “See?” You
tease as you open up the cupboard and prepare yourself to jump on the counter
again. After making sure it was dry this time, of course. Putting your hands on
the counter, you jump up, but as soon as your feet leave the ground you feel
two strong hands on your waist, lifting you to reach your mug. After you
clasped onto your mug tightly, he lowered you back to the ground. “Thank you,”
You murmured, turning around to face him.
course,” Bucky smiled, lingering in front of you for a moment before returning
to his spot at the breakfast bar. After pouring your coffee and adding the
amount of sugar you like, you took your place next to him, falling into your
usual routine of talking at him. Though, today, he talked back, looked up from
the paper, made eye contact, added comments here and there. You didn’t think
you had been happier in years.
thinking about going for a walk this morning, would you like to join me?” Bucky
asks softly during a lull in conversation, turning the tables. You can tell
he’s nervous by the way he’s fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, but his words
are smooth, probably from rehearing it repeatedly.
to, Bucky.” You grin.
walked along the streets until you reached a small park. Collectively, you
decided to sit on a bench and people watch for a bit, enjoying the nice
You say after a moment and he turns to look at you, “You do know there’s a
video camera in the kitchen, right?” Watching as his face goes void of color
and he starts to stammer something out but you just smile softly and hold up
your hand to stop him. “Just tell me why, I want to understand.”
a deep breath, looking down at his hands as he tries to formulate the right
thing to say. “Every morning you always ask me to do something, anything, with
you, to show, what I think and hope is, your affection. Or at least that you
aren’t afraid of me, and enjoy my company. I guess I was looking for my own
version of that to show you the same things.”
over on the bench you wrap your arms around him and pull him into a tight hug,
up the full meaning of daffodils too, by the way.” He says as you pull away,
and it was your turn for your face to go pale.
you shared the same sentiment about your title as I did, so I figured a flower
that marked the end of winter would be appropriate.” You quickly tried to cover
your tracks, hoping that was all that came up when he searched the meaning.
unrequited.” He says simply, ignoring your explanation.
isn’t?” You choke out, you voice small as you look at him.
isn’t.” A large and genuine smile graces his lips, “Thank you for not giving up
on me every time I turned you down for your morning activities.”
course,” A bashful blush rises to your cheeks as you glance between his eyes
and his smile.
kiss you?” He asks softly, and when you nod he closes the distance between you
two, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.
hell is this?” Natasha throws a tabloid magazine down on the table in front of
you and Bucky as you drink your morning coffee together the next day.
up the magazine and study the front page with your boyfriend. There was a
picture of you two kissing in the park plastered across the front and smaller
photos of your morning walks and farmer’s market visit scattered in the corners,
headline reading “INFERNO AND WINTER SOLDIER COUPLE NAME: TEMPERATE?”
I dig it.” You nod, tossing the magazine back at the other woman and turning to
Bucky, “What do you think?”
like Sam personally called them to give them that idea.” He chuckles with a
shake of his head.
“I meant what the hell as in why didn’t you
tell me you were together!” Natasha scolded you with her hands on her hips.
Genre: romance/fluff/comedy Pairing: Jungkook/You Length: 469 words Summary: Jungkook likes teasing his short feisty girlfriend.
He knew as
well as you knew that your biggest complex was your height. Jungkook, or should
we call him your boyfriend, wasn’t going to put his jokes to rest any time
soon. He never intended to make fun of you on purpose, but he wanted to tease
you and make you embrace your smallness, because he loved that about you. He
liked how your small frame would easily be buried on his chest while hugging
you, how tiny your hands were in comparison to his, how cute you looked
whenever you tip-toed to reach something or to simply press your lips on his.
He liked ruffling your hair and picking you up effortlessly to throw you on his
bed. These little things were what made him dearly love you, yet you felt
inferior due to them as well.
“I wish I
was taller sometimes” you sigh
you wish for such a thing” he pulls on your cheeks “You’re perfect for a giant
even reach your face for a kiss. How in the world is this even fair” you punch
his muscular arm with your tiny fist
“Then I’ll bother to break my neck and reach your level” he pulls you into his
air feels up-there?” you draw circles on his chest with your index
chilly?” He comments “Because you’re not there” he winks at you
feel offended or flattered?” You raise a brow “Should I kiss your cheek or
my intentions are always pure, honey” he kisses the side of your neck
“Don’t honey me!” you grab his handsome face in
your small hand
are always more feisty” jungkook smirks at you “and that’s just the way I like
them” his cocky smile made you lose it
you?” you pull on both of his cheeks “I beg for you to repeat this”
he shouts in pain as he tries grabbing your wrists “B-Baby, please let go,
m-m-my cheeks are Ouchhhhhhh”
people are feisty?” you nod as you stare at his face “Right?” you pinch his
faccccceeee” he grabs onto your wrists “I’m sorry. Jesus” he rubs on his
sensitive cheeks once you let him go “ Who would’ve known that such small
cuties like you would be so strong” he fakes a sob “My life was a lie” he makes
his signature meme face
on the bad side of short people, Jungkook” you shook your head “They might ruin
voice was heard in the background
that?” you blink
was probably Jimin hyung” Jungkook chuckled as he pulled you in his arms “My
shortest hyung” he smirked
little bastard!” jimin swore in the background
Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed.
You: The leader of a mafia organisation.
Jeon Jungkook -Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.
Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.
For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking fornew ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.
Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…
Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.
S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.
Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.
A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.
S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.
He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.
T: Oooooh… Touchy.
Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.
J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.
Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.
J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!
S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!
Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.
T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?
Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head.
Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.
T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!
Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.
S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…
He nods his head in approval still laughing.
T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.
S: I’m waiting in anticipation.
And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.
T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.
He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…
J: Wow he’s so good…
Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.
Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.
Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.
Suga growls angrily
S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?
Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.
Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?! All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.
Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.
T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung?
He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.
It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.
Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.
Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.
On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.
Two days later
You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out.
Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.
The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.
T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.
Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.
At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl? Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.
J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.
The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.
T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?
Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy.
J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.
A pause followed by an innocent smile.
J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.
He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.
J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.
He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.
J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!
The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself. “For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…” Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…
“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.
“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:
T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.
“Money,” you think to yourself. It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.
X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?
Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:
J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.
He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.
Y: Damn he smooth…
A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately.
“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.
T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on.
Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.
Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.
J: Behave, noona. We’re working.
He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,” you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…
T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.
Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.
J: With utmost pleasure, hyung.
Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…
Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.
J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung.
T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!
You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.
X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!
Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!
T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!
Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.
Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.
Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.
J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.
His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.
J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous?
He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.
Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!
Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.
You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.
J: Be nicer, noona, will you?
And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.
J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.
He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.
Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…
He slaps you again. You cry out loudly.
Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…
Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence.
J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.
His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you.
J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.
Y: Oh yes, Kookie!
You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much…
J: It’s all your fault, your fault.
He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:
J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.
He cuts in, right away.
J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.
You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again.
J: I said spread your legs.
You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.
Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.
You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.
J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.
He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.
Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!
He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.
J: You should really make up your mind, noona.
He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.
J: First you say noo, then you say yes…
Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.
Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes.
J: Fuck, baby…
You feel his muscles tightening.
J: I’m so sorry.
He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.
J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.
You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back
Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.
You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response.
J: No, no, no. Not now.
His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness
Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big
J: Ahhh, noona!
He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard.
J: Baby I love you.
He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.
Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.
You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips.
J: Tae… I got to go back…
He mutters reluctantly.
Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.
He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.
Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money.
T: I told you, didn’t I?
Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.
Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.
You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little.
T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!
He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.
J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…
T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.
Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.