Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥
Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.
Words - 1,340
Warnings - FLUFF! *o*
“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.
You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.
“What’s up, Buck?”
“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.
“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.
“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.
Yoongi’s life was amazing, he had to admit. CEO of a rising company, he
had everything : money, the love of his daughter, the love of womens.
He also had to say that his sexual life wasn’t monotone at all, he had
every card in his hands, he controled everything. But one thing that
he couldn’t control was fate, and he quickly realized that when he
understood that the new babysitter was one of his one night stands.
(will contain multiple parts.)
A/N :I live for this gif. You can leave your feedback or requests here ! Please remember that english isn’t my first language.
Captivated, fascinated, charmed, you couldn’t think of enough words to describe the mixture of feelings crashing over your body. Your body was gasping for air, trying to process everything that was happening, your soul was aching to feel his skin against yours. You hated it, you hated how he had every card in his hands, all the power dripping from his fingers. And he knew it, he knew what he was doing, he knew that the smallest brush from his fingertips on your skin would leave you breathless.
Without knowing anything about your life, he got all of your senses awake, all of you for himself. Your heart was beating, fast, you never expected anything like that from a one night stand. But here you were, gripping the soft and certainly expensive sheet with your fists. He had taken one of your sense, the tie you were gripping on earlier now firmly tied behind you head.
Pressing your thighs together, you asked yourself, what was he doing ? Was he carefully watching you, waiting for you to snap and beg for him to touch you ? Was he enjoying how vulnerable you looked on the hotel bed, your black lingerie hugging your body ? Another though formed in your mind, making you bite your lower lip, was he touching himself ?
Your mind immediatly pictured it, his black jacket on the floor, the first buttons of his white shirt open, revealing his tan skin, where all you wanted to do was leave scratch marks. You portrayed his fingers around his cock, length certainly above average, his pants barely pulled to the middle of his muscular thighs, the boy’s hand moving up and down as he watched you, his cold metal rings contrasting with his hot skin. Your mind drew a picture of his expression, his head to the side, looking at you through his fringe, his pink lips parted as he tries not to moan, pearls of precum leaking from his tip, as pink as his lips.
You licked your lips, your head slightly moving when you heard the sound of fabric, he was getting up. The air was thick, and it grew even ticker and hotter when you felt the matress under the boy’s weight, the sent of his stronge cologne took over your odora, all your nerves on the edge, trying to guess his next move.
You felt his breath ghosting over the skin of your cheek, lips parting. You were panting and he hadn’t touch you, you had to hold back a moan when you though about how hard he was probably going to make you come.
A sigh left your lips when his thumb caressed your lower lip, his hands were the second thing you noticed, his long digits decorated with a few silver rings, his eyes a dark color, promising so many things.
“Yoongi.”, you breathed, the whisper breaking the silent. It slipped out from your lips, and Yoongi tsked, his touch disappearing.
“What were the rules ?”, he asked, his voice deeper and clear, cutting the air.
Even if his tie was blocking your view, you closed your eyes, remembering what he had told you before taking away one of your sense. No talking, no touching.
“No talking.”, you whispered, gripping the sheet a bit thighter in your sweaty hands. Yoongi hummed, the matress shifted as he moved, taking something from the nightstand. From the clinking, it sounded like a glass, the sound soon stopping when he placed it on the console again. You didn’t know how long you’ve been waiting, trying to keep your hands away from your body, but it felt like the beginning of your release when you felt the tip of his nose under your jaw. Your body jolted when you felt the coldness on your skin, and you tried not to curse when you understood that he was using the ice from his champagne.
Your body focused on where he was dragging the ice cube, both his hands placed on each side of your head, his body towering you. It was pure torture, your body aching to touch his skin, your nails digging in your palms as your tried not to tangle your fingers in his dark locks.
But Yoongi was testing your limits, seeing how much you could handle, how submissive you could be, he was drinking in your image, hypnotized with how quickly the ice was melting on your skin, leaving a wet trail.
You couldn’t help it when Yoongi left the ice between your breasts, his soft lips ligtly brushing your skin, his hot breath ghosting over the cold water. Your hips bucked, your legs brushing agaisnt the fabric of his pants.
“You really want me to punish you, don’t you.”, he asked, his hands grabbing your hips to pin them on the matress, your body arched, wishing he would move his hands a bit down. You didn’t respond, not knowing if you should or not, but you soon got the answer as Yoongi grabbed your jaw, “Answer me.”
“No.”, you quickly said, hearing him hum in agreement. You whined when you felt Yoongi move, the heat of his body disappearing. Was he going to let you here, trembling for his touch ? Your eyes widen underneath the fabric blocking your eyes, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, you though.
But all those thoughs vanished when his hand fully made contact with your skin, fingertips caressing from your ankle to your knee, his hand cupping the back of it to hook it on top of his hip. His torso brushed over your chest as he lowered himself, a sigh leaving your mouth when his lips pressed under your jaw. Between your legs, you could feel his boner under the rough fabric of his pants, fighting with yourself, trying not to buck your hips against his.
Instand, you tried to focus on the little satisfactions he was giving you, condensing your attention on his lips leaving kisses down your neck. Your head moved backwards, giving him full access to your skin, which he immediatly took to his advantage, biting on the skin were your neck and shoulder met.
You hissed at the pain, but somehow, your body begged for more, your breath hitching, your chest rising and falling. His lips met the skin of your collarbone, where he started sucking, your hand flying to your mouth to contain a moan.
Your senses were so awake that you felt Yoongi smirk against your skin, placing a single kiss on the mark before leaving your skin.
“Do you want me to take it off ?”, he asked, refering to the tie. You nodded, even if you knew that he wouldn’t simply take it off without asking anything in return.
“Words.”, he harshly said.
“Yes.”, you whispered, biting your lips.
“Be a good girl and I’ll take it off.”, he hummed.
His hand cupped your cheek, your head leaning towards it. “Now tell me what you want.”, he said, his thumb tracing your lips.
“I want to suck your cock.”, you said, bluntly, but visibly, your works affected him, hearing him take a deep breath, his thumb momentarily stopping any movement.
“How can I say no to this.”, he said, regaining his act together. You licked your lips as he softly took your hand, pulling you towards him. Your legs swang out off the bed, your feet feeling the soft carpet.
“Get on your knees for me.”, he asked, still holding your hand as you did so.
“Hands behind your back.”, he instructed, and you held your hands behind your back, hearing the zipper of his jean. A sigh left his lips, he was touching himself, a groan leaving his lips when you opened your mouth.
“You’re so eager.”, he chuckled, “Look at you, ready to suck my cock. You want it, so bad.”
His fingers still wrapped around his cock, he placed his tip on your lower lip, a drop of pre-cum dripping on it. Instinctively, your closed your lips, tongue wrapping around his tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, making you moan around his cock.
Yoongi immediatly took a fistful of your hair, taking control. But in the back of your head, you knew he would at least lose a bit of control, you also knew what you were doing.
After sucking of his tip, you took a deep breath, starting to bob your head. And you were right, his length was definitely above average, wishing you could wrap your hand around what you couldn’t take.
You relaxed your jaw, focussing on Yoongi’s reaction. You couldn’t see his expression, but at least, you could hear him. It started with regular sighs, quickly transforming into heavy breaths, whines and full moans. You couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride, who knew that you could get a man like Yoongi to moan like that under your touch.
His whimpers were making your heart quicken, your panties starting to feel uncomfortable.
Yoongi bucked his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The action making you moan around his dick, the vibrations making Yoongi groan. Moans and groans filling the hotel room, he took several deep breaths before talking, “Stop.”, he said, breathless, his hand leaving your hair.
Unwillingly, you opened your mouth, catching your breath. Yoongi was also trying to catch his breath, his fingers grabbed your chin, indicating you to get up, his arm wrapped around your back, leaving a single kiss in the corner of your mouth, teasing you.
His other hand finally grabbed his black tie, taking it off of your eyes. Releaved, you blinked, your eyes immediatly finding Yoongi’s. His eyes were filled with lust, pupils dilated. His lips were parted, red from all the biting and kissing, sweat starting to form.
Yoongi leaned in, capturing your lips, and you quickly kissed back, moaning at his soft lips. He immedialty obtained dominance, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hand grabbed the fabric of his shirt, but before your could take it off, he detached his lips from yours, eyes hooded, “Get on the bed.”
Quickly climbing on the matress, you leaned your back against the headboard, watching in awe as Yoongi took off his shirt. Button by button, exposing his smooth skin. You wished you could touch his skin, drag your nails along it, kiss every bit of his skin.
But Yoongi had something else in mind, climbing on the bed after throwing the fabric on the floor, sitting at the end of the bed. Cocking your head to the side, you looked at him with a questionning look.
“Touch yourself.”, he asked. And your breath got caught in your throat, biting your lips. Your head was spinning, all you wanted was his touch, his fingers, his tongue or his cock, anything, you needed a release, but if the only way was to touch yourself, you were too desperate to decline.
Your fingers played with the hem of your panties, the other grabbing the sheet, your clit was throbbing, but you wanted to tease Yoongi a litte, seeing that he was also about to touch himself again.
“Spread your legs.”, asked Yoongi, and you did so, shamelessly parting your legs and exposing the wet patch on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”, gasped Yoongi.
Catching your lower lip between your teeth, you started to rub yourself through the fabric, carefully watching as Yoongi’s hand started to move up and down, his tip as red as his lips.
You couldn’t tease yourself anymore, your fingers sneaking under your panties. A moan tumbled from your lips as the tip of your digits started rubbing circle on your clit, trying to keep your eyes open. Yoongi’s movements immediatly escalated, his hand pumping up and down, his mouth dropping open, a heavy breath escaping.
“How does it feel ?”, asked Yoongi, tongue liking his lips, eyes glued on your movements.
“So good.”, you gasped, rubbing faster, a moan following your words. Spreading your wetness, you allowed two fingers to enter your heat, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.
“Fuck, I can hear how wet you are.”, breathed Yoongi, a groan coming from his lips.
“I wish it was your fingers.”, you confesed, moving your fingers faster. Sweat was starting to form on your forehead, your body burning. A smirk on Yoongi’s face appeared, as his thumb spread his pre-cum on his shaft. “Yeah ?”, he asked, “Only my fingers ?”
“Your tongue, your dick.”, you breathed, unable to form a full sentence, to focused on the pleasure you were receiving. The men moaned, his head dropping backwards.
The knot on your stomach was growing bigger and bigger, and soon, you were feeling your walls tighten around your fingers, your eyes closing.
You felt your Yoongi move in front of you, but you didn’t pay attention, too focused on reaching your release, but suddently, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping your movements.
Your eyes flew open, eyes wide, breath uneven as you stared at Yoongi, feeling the promise of your release fade away. As you were about to talk, Yoongi crashed his lips against yours, soft lips aggressively kissing you.Biting your lower lip, he pulled back, catching your eyes. His eyelids were as heavy as you, lips as swollen as you.
“Fuck, I’m going to wreck you.”, moaned Yoongi, head dropping to the crook of your neck.
Pulling your hand out of your panties,he after got rid of his pants, grabbing a condom from his wallet. You, on the other side, quickly kicked off your panties,letting your back rest on the matress, before Yoongi towered over you. His hand sneaked behind your back, swiftly taking your bra off, tossing it beside the bed.
His lip immediatly wrapped around your nipple, sucking, toying with the other with his fingers. You arched your back, your hand intertwining with his hair, a groan coming from his chest when you tugged at it.
He didn’t seem to care about the rules anymore, the act slowly crumbling down. “Yoongi.”, you moaned, catching his attention. Leaving your nipple, he hummed, before kissing down your neck.
“Please.”, you begged, closing your eyes, you were craving to get your release. By now, you knew that he would ask for words, so you took the matters in your own hands.
“Please, Yoongi, I need you.”
Truth be told, he couldn’t wait any longer either, aligning himself with your entrance after putting a condom on, he waited for your nod to push in. Both hands on each side of your head, eyes closed, he waited before starting to move his hips.
“God, you feel so good around me.”, he cursed, hips rocking back and forth. Head thrown back, you didn’t care about staying at least a bit silente, loud moans filling the room alongside Yoongi’s groans. Quickly, way too quickly, the knot in your stomach started to form again, threatening to release at any moment. But you wanted to last longer, feel his cock slid in and out of you longer, keep the feeling of his skin against yours longer, hear his moans longer.
Yoongi wasn’t going to last either, the feeling of your walls driving him to his edge, he trying to muffle his moans in the crook of your neck.
Heavy breaths right beside your ear, his thrusts were growing slower and deeper, chassing his release. Wrapping your leg around his waist, he started hitting a deeper spot each time, your mouth falling agape.
“Yoongi, I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, a loud cry tumbling from your lips.
His movements immediatly escalated, snapping his hips faster, eager to feel you come around him.
“Cum for me.”, he said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t hold back any longer, coming around Yoongi. Your mouth fell open, eyes shut, small dots blurring your vision, and Yoongi followed soon after, his loud moan filling the room.
“Daddy !”, screamed the little girl, bouncing around the living room. Her footsteps ehoed through the silent living room, her voice louder as she ran to her father. Yoongi lazily smiled, resting his head on the couch, and he swore to himself, he would never ever party at the end of the week-end again. His muscles were still half asleep, eyelids heavy, all of his thoughs blurried with the lack of sleep.
Rubbing his eyes, he sighed before looking at his watch, the metal shinning under the cold rays of the morning sunlight.
She should be here in 5 minutes, if she wasn’t the late type of person.
The little girl climbed the couch, sitting on her father’s lap, grabbing his wrist to inspect the strange object.
He was waiting for his new babysitter, he couldn’t bring his daughter to work anymore. Sure, he was the boss and all, but he liked to keep things professional and clean, and having a crying child in his arms during an important meeting wasn’t the definition of those two words.
He wasn’t used to let his daughter alone, he knew that he was only leaving her with a babysitter for a few hours and not for days but he still felt strange. Now, he was used to dress his daughter, bring her to work, where his employees were fond of her. He was used to having her around his office, and he didn’t know if the place would be too silent for him without her.
On the other hand, the little girl didn’t care at all, she didn’t seem to be too sad about letting her father go to work without her. Maybe she was more excited to meet a new person, even if it was another adult and not someone of her age.
Finally, someone rang at the door, and Yoongi quickly got up, taking the little girl in his arms. Quickly, he reached the white door, she was just in time but he had just a few minutes before being late to work, which, again, wasn’t really important since he was the boss.
Kissing his daughter on the cheek, he opened the door, his eyes not leaving the expression of his giggling daughter. But eventually, she turned her attention to the person waiting at the door, her father following her gaze.
So this post got me thinking. I don’t think it’s totally off the mark, but I’m not sure if Shiro possibly not being their Shiro is the revelation Lance is actually having. That said, I do still think there is something important going on there so I’m gonna roll this out.
I think we need to put our Kuron!theories on the back-burner for a minute, assume no one on the team realizes this yet, and try to evaluate this from their perspective. Even though I definitely think something is off with Shiro, I think we also need to remember this is a children’s cartoon – and if it took these characters half an episode to realize something wasn’t quite right with Coran in Ep4 despite his suddenly speaking with a totally different accent – I think it is pretty presumptuous to assume the characters in-series are picking up on these very subtle differences we as viewers are noticing with Shiro. Especially since not one of them has voiced any concern over Shiro’s behavior.
What I want to focus on instead is that with Keith out of the equation the team dynamic has gone all screwy, and in a way very different from when Shiro was missing.
Here is the exact dialog exchange in S4:E6, before the gravity field traps them:
Shiro: “Stay alert.”
Lance: “I say we get out of here. Pidge, plot a course for our escape.”
Shiro: “Hold on. We should find out what these things are first.”
What I want to note here is that Lance isn’t waiting for the go-ahead from Shiro. He’s making a decision on his own and acting on it. Lance is giving Pidge an order. An order that Shiro completely disregards and overrides without acknowledgement.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s persistence landed him a place in your heart- although a special spot for him was already there to begin with. He was more than just a pretty face. Not only was he exceptionally skilled in bed, he’d gotten to a point where he lived to spoil you… in more ways than one.
A/N: This is the last chapter of Stay Professional! Quite possible that it’s the most steamy chapter too! Please be aware that this chapter involves explicit smut! NSFW!Derogatory terms, dirty talk, over-sensitivity, spanking.. just full on rough and kinky fucking. Read at your own risk! DomJungkook! x SubReader
You opened your eyes slowly due to the blinding sunlight that pierced through Jungkook’s polished glass windows. You patted around the king-sized mattress, in search of a warm body that’d hugged you all night long. A small smile spread upon your lips at the memories of the passionate love-making the night before.
“Jungkook?” You called out in an unusual nasal morning voice and waited for a response as you stretched and bathed in the morning sunlight.
A quick shuffle of feet trotted from across the hallway and Jungkook immediately made an appearance, an effervescent grin on his radiant face.
“Yes?” He beamed and crouched over your small frame to plant a loving kiss on your forehead.
You couldn’t help but let your grin grow as big as his from the loving actions he’d spoilt you with. You suddenly noticed that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the white sheets so you pulled them up higher above your chest and Jungkook’s grin turned into a smirk.
“You can’t suddenly get shy now, can you?” He licked his lips and briefly brushed them over yours, a quick peck to temporarily satisfy his growing desire to relive last night.
“Don’t tempt me again, sweetheart.” He planted raspberries down your neck and you giggled at the sensation of his soft lips and puffs of air from his cheek. “This time, I really will punish you.”
Summary:Jaebum becomes possessive over you after he becomes jealous.
Author’s Note: This is some pure ass smut enjoy
WARNING: dirty talk, slight daddy kink.
You got up early one morning with the intentions of getting ready and making yourself look presentable. You were meeting an old friend for the first time today and you wanted to make sure you looked nice. You slid quietly out of your bed, doing your best not to wake up your boyfriend. You knew he would need as much sleep as he could get due to his busy schedule as of late, and you didn’t want to interrupt his dreams. You sat by your mirror and hummed softly as you did your makeup, entertaining yourself while managing to not wake him.
You got dressed and headed out of your room, making sure to close the door as lightly as you could behind you, when you heard him stir in your bed. You heard his soft groans that he let out every morning circle through your usually silent apartment, making you smile to yourself as you reached the living room. You heard the door to your room open.
I’ve been waiting on your to wake up for a long time now. You’ve been asleep for I don’t know how long. I’m not impatient, I know there is time. You stir though, you sit up in bed and when you look around you notice something isn’t quite right. There’s a stillness to everything, like everything is hanging suspended in time.
The apartment was quiet when you entered. You found suspicious Jungkook not been home yet.
Did he go to Jennie’s house instead?
“Kookie?” You called your friend and waited for him to answer, but nothing. You walked up to his room and turned the knob. It was open, he really was not at home.
You opened the door and looked around. He had a very different sense of organization.
His bed was lightly organized, his little studio, in the corner of the room, was with wires, headphones, screens, controls, anything you might imagine needed to record music and play video games.
You laughed. At least that hadn’t changed so much. Kookie has always been passionate about music.
The first time you met him he asked what was the kind of music you liked.
"Please do not say you’re eclectic…“ Jungkook said with a laugh. He had a very cute smile. It almost made you forget how scared he was when you saved him from the boys in the hall.
“What’s the matter with being eclectic?” You asked trying to make sense of that question.
"When you say you’re eclectic, it seems like you don’t have an opinion at all about that.” He reached into his pocket. “Not that you don’t have it, it’s just the way I see it."
"Weirdo…” You laughed.
“Why do you think those boys wanted to hit me?” He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being a weirdo. Me for example: I’m eclectic.” You gave him a blink and you both started laughing.
“One day I’ll take you to my studio. I’m sure you’ll start to have opinions if you go there.” He seemed excited about the idea. He was definitely something else. You looked shocked.
"Are you already asking me to go to your house? What kind of girl do you think I am?” You put a hand on your visibly injured heart.
“N-is not that… I-I… You do not…” He was blushing and you started to laugh. When he realized it was a joke he pouted.
“I cannot wait to meet your studio.” You blinked and made him blush again. “Awwwn, you’re so cute.” You squeezed his cheek. He looked so innocent.
“Oh no! One more of you! "He pulled his face away from your hands.
"One more?” You asked, wondering.
“My hyungs are always squeezing my cheeks and saying how cute I am.” He smiled sheepishly.
“Sure, look how embarrassed you are all the time, it’s really cute!” You squeezed his cheek once more.“
“I can see you’re all going to get on very well.” He rolled his eyes.
“How many hyungs do you have?” You asked curiously.
“Six” You were astonished.
“Six? Do you have six Hyungs? Wow… Your mom is a warrior.” He began to laugh.
"They’re not my brothers, they’re my friends.” He made an obvious face.
“How would I know?” You asked indignantly.
“Sorry!” He chuckled. “You know… We left home early looking for better things in our lives. We’re living together for 2 years now.”
"I bet you dreamed to be a band.” He laughed.
“It’s not a dream I’d put into the past.” He winked at you.
“My God! If you become an idol, do not forget me.” You looked at him seriously.
"Never.” He smiled. You knew that would be one of many conversations you would have. Something about him made you believe that a friendship was beginning.
A tear ran down your face. You cleaned it before it got into your mouth. You hadn’t realized how much that memory had moved you.
That made you remember the time when you were nothing at all, only two children discovering their dreams and future together. You grew up together, you planned futures together… and because of that, you knew him better than he did… Well, at least you used to.
Now you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. It was frustrating. Maybe you should have tried harder and not let the distance create this void between you.
You pulled the chair from the studio table and sat down. You turned on the computer and the password box appeared.
You wondered if he had changed the password after all this time.
“Kookie, I cannot believe your password is: justinbieber123” You sat at his studio table and stared at him.
“What’s wrong? I like Justin Bieber.” He rolled his eyes, ignoring your reproachful gaze, turning back to the screen.
“Get out of that chair.” You took him by the arm and lifted him up.
“What are you doing, wacko?” You have opened the computer settings.
“I’ll give you a decent password.” You were proud of your conclusion.
“Please don’t put rabbit-eats carrot.” You looked at him offended. “What? You put it on my cell phone "
"What did you expect? You’re a rabbit and eat carrots, I just wrote the truth. "He laughed.
"Sometimes I wonder why we are friends…” He rolled his eyes.
“Because you love me.” He looked at you and you could see his eyes glittering and an incredibly beautiful smile appeared on his face.
“Not as much as you love me.” He gave you a wink.
“Kookie, you’re not listening to Jimin’s advice, are you?” He started to laugh. “I knew it… What did I say about listening to Jiminie’s advice?"
"Do you want me to listen to your advice?” He asked indignantly.
“I’m sure it’s better than his.” You shrugged.
“Sorry, noona, but I don’t wanna be a virgin forever.” You were shocked by that.
"JUNGKOOK!!! I’m so gonna kill Jimin.“ He started to laugh. "And I thought you hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You have destroyed the image I had of you” He rolled his eyes.
"Enough about that, are you finished?” He bent down behind you to stared at the screen.
“Yep, now you have a decent password.” He smiled.
“Okay, you won that password is so much better.” he kissed your cheek and stood up.
“Told ya! Now you can go back to your addiction. ”
You pulled the keyboard closer to you. And began typing.
You hit enter and the screen unlocked. He did not change the password. You smiled.
As soon as the desktop appeared you saw the background image. It was the 7 boys on a beach snapping pictures beside a pickup truck.
Everyone was so different. You have not seen them for years. They grew up and became such beautiful men.
You started reading the names of the lost folders in the desktop and noticed one: Songs.
You knew you should not be invading your friend’s privacy, but the curiosity was outnumbering you. When you opened the folder, several songs were scattered.
I Need You (All)
I Need You (JK)
Just One Day (All)
Just One Day (JK)
Boy in Love (All)
Boy In Love (JK)
Of those songs, the only one you had heard was Boy in Love. He always did this, he records the song with everyone, then he does his own version. You loved his voice. It’s been a long time since the last you listened to him singing.
You put the headphones on and clicked on ‘Run (JK)‘
It looked like it was in a Jam version. The music had a beautiful melody and was perfect in his voice.
How you loved to listen to him.
The song was about a love that was far away and he was trying to keep it close. He ran with all his heart.
A lump formed in your throat. Could he be in love with someone else?!
You took off the headphones when the tears threatened to fall.
Why were you feeling this way? Why did you have to start having feelings for your best friend? Why?
You were no longer able to understand what your body was trying to tell you, and now your heart was screaming to whoever wanted to listen to whom he wanted to belong to.
“Damn you, Jungkook” You were going to put on another song when your cell phone vibrated.
(Y/N), I’ll be there in an hour. I’m taking Jennie to dinner.
You stared at the message on your cell phone.
He never took any girl to dinner before. Not even when you didn’t live together. If this was happening… does that mean Jennie is not just another one on his list? Was he really starting to like her?
You were no longer controlling the feelings that were rising within you.
You’re too late now. You lost him.
Your phone vibrated again.
Wanna do something tonight? I arrived in Korea. I miss you.
Xx Lee Jong-Suk
A chill settled in your belly.
Lee Jong-Suk was your ex-boyfriend. He was the first person you met when you moved to the capital.
You had just entered college and he was about three years ahead of you.
“Are you lost?” A voice made you jump in surprise and you stared at the person. Just as you saw him, your face began to heat. He was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. He smiled and your heart missed a beat. “Where do you want to go?"
"I-I…” You stammered and made him smile more. You cleared your throat. “The chemistry building."
"I’m going there, I can accompany you if you want.” You could not believe it.
“Y-yes… Of course. I’m (Y/N)” You reached out to shake his hand.
“Lee Jong-Suk. I have a feeling we’ll see more of each other.” He squeezed your hand.
You felt a tightening in your heart.
Even though you didn’t realize it, you also missed him, but what you thought you felt for him is nothing compared to what is happening to you now.
It just reminded you of Jennie again, Jungkook was in love and there was nothing you could do to change that. He is your best friend and that would never change.
You looked at the conversation with Jong-Suk and started typing:
I’m free today, what are you thinking?
You were about to send the message when your cell phone started ringing.
The name Chorong appeared.
"Sorry, (Y/N)! I was at rehearsal. Did something happen? Your message sounded serious.” You almost forgot that you had sent a message to her asking to call you. Chorong is also your best friend.
"I wanna fuck my best friend” You let out with no delays. You didn’t have to prolong anything with her.
“(Y/N), I love you too, but I do not think we’ve gotten there yet,” she said, laughing.
“You idiot! You know who I’m talking about.” You laughed with her.
"Obviously I know! You’re talking about your hot friend who lives with you.” She sighed. Ever since you introduced Jungkook to Cho, she did not stop to comment on how hot he was. It always made you sick.
"Yes, him” you rolled your eyes.
“Finally! I thought I was going to lose my bet.” She seemed happy with her achievement.
"You made a bet?” You cannot believe that.
“Of course, you know I never miss a chance to make easy money.” She laughed and you could only agree to that. She really did love a bet.
“Please don’t tell me you told my life to someone at your work."
"To my boss to be more exact!"
"You told my life to your boss, Chorong?” It could only be a joke.
“She was bored and I wanted to make her happier.” You laughed. It was more than expected from her. Transform your life into a drama.
“I hate you."
"Okay, okay! It was just that? Because if it is, I support it. According to your nightly reports, he’s great at what he does."
"Chorong!!” Yes, she knew about the nights you stayed in your room and you had to listen to your best friend and some random woman.
“What? You said it, not me. Your words, baby.” She laughed. You were quiet for a while, just listening to your friend’s breath.
“What do I do?” You sighed. “I don’t wanna destroy my friendship with him just because I’m feeling something I don’t even know what it is."
"I can’t believe you’re thinking about that. Do you really think something like that will destroy your friendship? A 7-year friendship?” You could imagine your friend rolling her eyes.
"He took Jennie to dinner and he’s bringing her home…” Her friend was mute on the phone. Which made you more nervous.
“This is not just about friendship, are you afraid of losing him to someone else?” You muttered a yes. That was what you were afraid of.
“What’s wrong with me? This should not be happening to me. He’s my best friend, Cho… I’ve never felt anything like this, I cannot even explain what it is. I’ve never been so afraid of losing anyone.” Your eyes were burning, you knew you were about to cry.
"You know you should be saying this to him and not me.” You felt a chill in the belly just imagining you telling him so. “He’s your best friend for years… You will not lose him, (Y/N)."
"As soon as I tell him, our friendship will change and you know.” She sighed from the other side. “He’s probably going to distance himself, he won’t want to get any closer to me and he’ll treat me coldly."
"Do you really believe that after everything you’ve already told me about him, he’d be able to get away from you?” Chorong sonded indignant.
“I don’t know anything else. I don’t know him the way I used to, Cho. He has changed… He has changed too much. Now I cannot imagine what could happen "
"Are you going out?” She asked.
“No, why?” You hadn’t understood the question.
“But he’s not taking Jennie? I thought you did not like to listen… Wait, you do not want to listen, do you?” You were quiet "Oh my God!! And I thought you were suffering… You’re a pervert. "
"I’m not a pervert, I would just stay today, because…
"Because you want to listen and touch yourself. I know you."
"What am I doing with my life? One hour I don’t want to see him with Jennie and in the other I want to listen to him in bed with her? It does not make any sense at all.” You rose from the chair. You’d almost forgotten you were in Jungkook’s room. He could not come and see you in there.
"Do you think I know?” You left the room and headed toward the living room, throwing yourself on the couch.
“This morning I dreamed of him…"
“Super wet!” you laughed. “To top it off, he realized I was having a dream like that and went into my room. He listened to me moaning his name.” You bit your lip, remembering what happened.
"Did he hear you moaning his name?” Your friend began to giggle.
“That’s tragic, stop laughing! Now he knows what I dreamed about him. He will never let it go, he said himself. "
"For me that is called provocation. You do not play about sex unless you want to have sex with the person. "
"Do not do that to me, Cho.” You smiled just thinking about the possibility.
“Why don’t you test that?” You didn’t understand where your friend wanted to get.
"If he wants something with you, he certainly will not want to see you with another man.”
"Do you want me to try to make him jealous?” At that moment, that idea did not seem so absurd.
“It’s the best way to prove something"
"Jong-suk is back in Korea.” You bit your lip. If you called him to the apartment, besides to try to make jealousy in Jungkook you will see someone you missed. That could work.
“Even better! I remember they did not like each other.” In fact, Jungkook hated the elder. Jung-Suk only found Kookie childish and sweet. And well… Jungkook was very childish.
"I’m going to send him a message.” Your friend cheered.
“Do it now!” There was a pause. “Can we bet?"
"Shut up!” You laughed.
“Just because you know you’re going to lose.” She laughed. “I’ll be going, call me to let me know what happened. Bye” Before you could respond, your friend had already hung up.
Once again, you were staring at your cell phone screen. Jong-Suk’s message was staring back at you.
I’m home, do you want to come over?
Before you could lock the phone, he answered.
I’m bringing Pizza
You smiled. He was always at your disposal. It was one of the things you liked most about your relationship.
All was left for me to do was take a shower and wait for my ex-boyfriend and my best friend to arrive.
The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived - Ch.18
Okay, so it’s entirely possible that you guys are going to hate @bixgirl1 and me by the end of this chapter.
We don’t quite have anything to say for ourselves. *hides grin*
But remember that the next post is right around the corner and that neither @bixgirl1 nor I are fond of unhappy endings/pointless angst, so please, please try not to hate us too much? We love you all so much LOL
Here’s chapter 17 for those of you who need a quick recap, and here’s the masterlist for those of you who are feeling ambitious and want to read the whole darn fic again lololol
Contains: flirting, jealousy, a huge fucking fight, mild angst (and a cliffhanger, fair warning, sorry omg lol)
For the @acotarkinkmeme here is Nesta and Cassian’s visit into the the Hewn City!
Prompt: Pretend Dating Trope; Nesta and Cassian go to an event in The Court of Nightmares and they have to pretend to be dating. Cassian loves it a bit too much, Nesta is a bit overwhelmed but decides that two can play at that game. Feel free to make it as sexually tense as possible. Bonus points if Nesta gets to wear a dress like the one Feyre wore under the mountain and makes Cassian forget his own name (this is basically the scene where Feyre + the Inner Circle go to the Court of Nightmares but for Nessian)
The plan was straightforward. Go to the Court of Nightmares and figure out who was the traitor that gave away secret intelligence to Hybern.
Cassian and Nesta were the ones chosen to go on the mission.
Their roles were simple. Cassian was to maintain the persona of the High Lord’s General who eagerly waited to sink his sharpened blade into anyone who so much as gave him a wrong look.
And Nesta was to be a meek female who was Cassian’s latest conquest.
The amount livid words that spewed from Nesta’s mouth was more colorful than the Rainbow of Velaris.
Even more so when she found out that the dress she was to wear was a sheer fabric that revealed more than it covered up.
She strode to the large room where she was to meet Cassian and Rhysand who would winnow them there since Cassian’s wings were still in recovery.
Outside the door she stopped when Cassian’s voice filtered out.
“I’m not going with her Rhysand,” Cassian said loud enough that Nesta could tell he had been arguing with his High Lord for some time.
“We don’t have a choice with Mor and Azriel on their own mission,” Rhysand replied in a controlled tone. “Why are you so afraid to let her go to the Hewn City? She can handle herself and with you there no other male will approach her if they believe she has been claimed by you.”
“She’s not ready,” Cassian gritted out. “Honestly I’m not ready for her to be in that wretched place. How can you expect me to treat her like a whore?”
“The same way I had to with Feyre for the sake of human and fae alike,” Rhysand said a bit sharply. For a moment there was silence before Rhysand continued softly enough that Nesta barely caught.
“I know you care for her and you don’t want to ruin the trust you’ve built so far with her, but we need you to do this Cassian. You and Nesta could be what shifts the war in our favor if this goes well.”
Cassian said nothing. Nesta decided that she didn’t want to hear anymore of this if Cassian decided to keep talking about her as though she were some child who couldn’t handle herself.
She would show him that the Court of Nightmares should tremble before her.
Nesta glided into the room, Making sure that Cassian saw the full effect of her entrance.
And his reaction did not disappoint.
His eyes widened as they took in the sheer silver fabric that hugged every curve of her body. Whorls of black beading covered the more intimate areas of her cleavage and lower regions. Enough to tease, but clearly showed off the emphasis of her shape.
Pale skin was visible through the sheer fabric that plunged between her breasts and the low cut line in the back of the dress.
She stepped forward with her long leg slipping through the long slit that ran up the length of her lower thigh. One wrong step could mean a disaster of modesty if Nesta wasn’t careful to walk in even strides. Yet considering this dress and all that it showed rather than hid perhaps modesty was already tossed to the side.
Cassian’s gaze wandered her entire body. Devouring the unexpected sight of Nesta revealing so much skin with that flimsy piece of fabric he couldn’t even believe was a dress. He could easily tear it apart with a flick of his fingers.
He watched her in rapt interest as she closed the distance between them. Her stormy blue eyes were lined with kohl to give the illusion of smoke and stardust intertwined. That look of fierce determination accompanied by that revealing dress made Cassian forget his own name for a second.
The only thoughts running through his head were of Nesta and how it would feel to run his fingers between that slit in her dress to find her core and see if he could bring his name from those glossy lips of hers.
Ravenous hunger written openly across his face made Nesta shiver in triumph though that was short-lived when Rhysand interrupted the moment asking if they were ready to leave.
“I’m more than ready,” Nesta answered. “So let’s stop wasting time. Unless Cassian wants to keep acting like a drooling dog with his mouth open.”
Cassian blinked and realized the baiting tone she was using. “If you don’t like me drooling then perhaps you would prefer licking sweetheart.”
Because we both know how much you like my tongue on your body.
Almost six months ago, I learned that you survived Culloden.
You made history, my darling! Q.E.D.
As many nights as I’ve lain awake in those months cursing myself for not having looked sooner, I know I shall thank God every day of my life for the series of events that led me at last to the right pages, to you. When I fully realized what it meant— that you had been spared the death you faced so bravely that April morning, the death that has haunted my thoughts and my nightmares for so long— It was like a wound, the oldest and deepest scar ripped back open, inch by inch. I was completely laid bare from it, from the storm of emotions warring within me: such joy, such anguish for the lost time (how many more years could we have had, Jamie, had I looked?), such fear—and then joy again, because the years of grief could now be ended, and *against all reason!* I could see you again.
Likewise will I thank God every day for the small voice in my head that nudged me at the very last moment to go first to Lallybroch, rather than to your shop in Edinburgh. Please thank Jenny for me. She explained everything.
It is for the best, that it happened this way; easier, I think, for all concerned. Perversely, despite the shock, I find myself smiling in this moment: for we promised there would be no lies between us, remember? It is a promise I make to you again, today. You can know, then, with absolute certainty, that it can be no lie when I tell you that I am glad— glad and on-my-knees grateful to Heaven—that you have found true happiness.
After all the pain and the loss, the war and the hunger and the suffering you’ve endured, to know that you have a wife with whom you’ve found something new and wonderful; that you have had the joy of holding your own children in your arms, to have seen them be born and grow? It is a balm, Jamie, a comfort to know that despite all the cruelty fate has dealt you—dealt us— you have been blessed with such great and abundant joy. Never would I wish anything less for you, just as I know you would not for me.
It is my deepest prayer that as you read these words, you will know the truth of them, will be able to feel my heart through the page, and KNOW that from its very depths, I wish you every happiness with your wife and your daughters.
And yet I couldn’t leave, couldn’t go back from whence I came, without telling you about another little girl, who was born the 23rd of November the year of Culloden.
I hope the contents of the brown packet, here enclosed, tell you more than any words could about your daughter—our daughter—Brianna Ellen.
Jamie was shaking—no, he was
Every breath wrenched through him, agonizing, and the tears were falling, blurring his vision. He had to sit back on his haunches to keep them from dropping onto the page and blurring her precious words.
His hands were quaking with
Jesus, GOD in
He COULD NOT think
Thoughts, words, they were—
They failed him, simply abandoned him as he shook on the study rug. Only his body seemed to know the way, for he was snatching for the parcel, tearing at the string binding the paper. There was an oily, unidentifiable wrapping within, then a layer of soft flannel, and then
The sound that escaped him—He didn’t even know there existed such a sound within him. It was terrible and beautiful at once, and though it was in no language, what he felt, his lips over and over formed a word, the only word he could muster: “No….NO….”
For as though a great knife had cut through those terrible, looming stones on the accursed hill, Jamie held his infant daughter, newly-born, sleeping there in the palms of his hands. The portrait—picture?—painting?—was all in shades of grey, and yet somehow lifelike as a true bairn in miniature before him, like peering through a spyglass straight into that distant life.
He had not a single thought to spare for how, or by what means…
He could only trace the bitty wee fists curled on the blanket, the sweet wisps of hair on the tiny skull.
“Oh, mo chridhe…”
He couldn’t look away, could not even blink, though tears were coursing downward.
God, the child —this very child —
—delivered safely into the world and into the arms of her mother—her mother.…
The babe had lived—LIVED.
The pad of his thumb caught slightly as he caressed her cheek, and the portrait slid upward just enough to reveal — “Ohh…Jesus…”
She was grown to a toddling child, eating a cake that was smeared all about her face. And damn him if he didn’t LAUGH amidst the weeping to see just how pleased with herself she looked for it, a cuddly toy raised in triumph like a sword, four wee teeth visible as she giggled out a victory cry.
There she was again, older, standing in a great snowfall, naught but wee cheeks and grinning eyes visible under the great padded suit she wore against the cold.
Older, still. Three? Four? Sitting proper-like in a pretty frock with her hair combed smooth.
Such a sweet face—
Older, still, standing with a wee box in her hand beside a giant something with wheels, proud and eager, eyes bright.
And then he was gasping as the spyglass world ignited into blazing, brilliant colors. He saw his daughter’s hair, red and victorious and shining against the black coat of the huge dog she hugged tight; saw the pink flush of her cheeks, spread down her neck as it always did his, when he was happy and exuberant.
On and on flashed the paintings, these captured momentsof his daughter’s life.
Going fishing and doing a damn fine job of it.
Playing uproariously in the sea-surf, splashing and laughing with complete abandon.
Absolutely lovely as as she grew out of girlhood, and God, how vividly he could see Claire in her, as she did—in the lines of her, the way she held her mouth, tilted her head—that broad, clear brow that begged to be kissed, reverently—
Laughing, carefree, safe.
Braw and strong as she chopped wood. Good lass!
Gazing softly out a window, seeming not even to notice her image being captured.
until he was gasping and looking at the last portrait, of an achingly beautiful young woman sitting on a rock before a fire, making camp for the night, perhaps. Her face was cast in the same golds and red as her hair; the dreams of her heart seeming to dance across her eyes—as they always did her mother’s. His daughter…grown.
The paintings were strewn all around him on the carpet, a tableau of her; her life. On his knees he bowed over them, overwhelmed and shuddering with great sobs as he looked, and looked, and looked.
She would be—
…..she was well.
The child HAD been safe.
It hadn’t been for naught.
He fell, then, and sheltered her like a cloak, keeping his child, his daughter, safe and shielded from the world for just one moment; safe…his….
It was only sudden, ripping, screaming panic that yanked him out of the quiet calm, searching wildly, fumbling with desperate hands—
But relief tore from his throat just as suddenly as he found a second page:
Not everything can be captured in a photograph, of course (that’s what they’re called. Did I ever tell you about them?), and there’s so much I long to tell you about this wonderful person.
Will you believe she’s been taller than me since the age of thirteen? She carries it like a queen, though, like I imagine your mother did. She doesn’t slouch or try to hide. Not Bree.
Oh, yes: most people call her Bree, for short.
She bites her nails, when she’s thinking hard. I don’t even think she notices when she’s doing it.
She’s absolutely brilliant, Jamie, studying at one of the top universities in the world to be a historian. You would be so very proud of her.
She’s not perfect, of course. Perhaps her biggest flaw as half-Scottish is that she HATES whisky, haha. I’ll do my best to win her over, though, don’t you worry.
She’s a spectacular artist, another way in which she takes after her grandmother. She captures you, completely.
That statement, actually, is true in more ways than one. Our Brianna is captivating, in every way.
She’s an absolute wonder with maths and figures
—as natural to her as breathing, it seems, just like they are for you.
She smiles in her sleep, just like her father.
She’s so like you, Jamie, it breaks my heart.
After Frank died—But Lord, I haven’t said anything of him.
It was two years ago. He had a good, full life, and he loved Bree more than anything in the world. He could have been cruel, could have taken out his anger upon the child, the very breathing manifestation of the ways in which I’d betrayed him—but he didn’t. From the moment he first held her, Frank loved her as his own, and while things between he and I were tenuous, to say the least, I will always love him for the father he was to her, for the sacrifices he made for her. I hope that is a comfort to you, and not a blow.
After he was gone, after giving her time to grieve, it felt important that Bree should know about you, about the stones. It took—well, it frankly took a bloody lot of luck and a jolly good miracle to get her to believe, *but she does.* She loved Frank with all her heart, but she knows now that Jamie Fraser was her father. IS her father.
You should know that she was instrumental in finding you. She persisted when I would have faltered under the doubts and the fears. As ecstatic and overjoyed as I was at the news that you were alive, I was so afraid Jamie, for you, for me, for Bree.
Even though I know she, too, was plagued with fears, she remained strong; and she kept ME strong. Even at the very stones, when I was so wracked with guilt over leaving her forever that I would have stayed, for her sake, she was there to strengthen me, to tell me not to look back. She said that she was giving me back to you, and that if I didn’t go, *she* would. ‘Someone has to find him and tell him I was born,’ she said, and she meant it.
THAT is the kind of person your daughter is growing to be, Jamie: determined, and brilliant, and selfless for the sake of those she loves; *and that includes you.* She asked me to give you a kiss, just from her. I’ve left it here, on the page, for you to keep, always.
Brianna has been the greatest joy of my life since we parted, a joy that would have been richer only if I had been granted the grace to raise her with you at my side. Thank you for her. THANK YOU for making me go on, for her sake. Despite everything, it has been a good life. Even in those long years of grief, I had the joy of seeing you every day, of seeing your spirit, there in the child of our love. And I’m so very grateful.
I’ll keep telling her about you. There wasn’t enough time, before I left. She’ll be able hear everything, now. I promise.
Jamie shook his head hard, fast, feeling for a third page that wasn’t there. “No…”
Be happy, Jamie Fraser, and LIVE.
“No,” he moaned. his eyes clinging to the fleeting words, even as he begged them not to stop. “Claire…”
“Mo nighean donn, don’t
Those next seconds were everlasting, each terrible, catastrophic truth echoing in his soul like the toll of a great bell, over and over.
She had been here
Claire had been here
She was sitting at the bottom of the staircase, crying hard into Ian’s shoulder. When the study door crashed open, her head shot up and she jumped to her feet, her face pure terror. “Jamie, mo ch—”
“When?” He snarled it, and Jenny convulsed with a deep sob like a swallowed scream, and covered her face with her hands.
Jamie was thundering toward her, a veil of red over his vision as he demanded, “WHEN?”
Ian—in a shockingly deft and smooth movement given the leg—shot to his feet, shielding Jenny from Jamie’s rage with his body.
In all truth, the rational parts of Jamie’s mind were glad for Ian’s presence, for that was the only thing keeping the blood rage from taking control, from taking revenge. “WHEN was she here, woman?” he bellowed over Ian’s shoulder, “How fucking long did ye see fit to keep—”
Ian shoved him, eyes blazing. “You’ll NOT talk that way to—”
“Mor—ning—”Jenny sobbed, her voice a strangled whisper, “—gone before—Jamie! Oh, Jamie, I ken I’ll—never for—give mys—for—”
“HOW MANY MONTHS?” he roared, overtaken by despair, overtaken by rage, becoming a nameless beast under it. “HOW MANY YEARS, JENNY?”
“This morning—” she wailed, “To—TO—DAY—”
And then a great wave, tall as a mountain, rose up within Jamie, blasting out everything within him in a single cataclysmic moment of clarity.
T O D A Y
Then she was—
She could be no more than—
He vaulted up the stairs four at a time, paying no heed to Janet and Wee Ian and the others who were gathered at the top of the staircase, wide-eyed and pale and gaping.
Less than a minute later, he thundered back down past them all, breeks only half-laced under his boots, traveling bag on his back.
“No,” Jenny moaned, grasping at his sleeve as he passed and trying to hold him back. “Jamie, ye canna—Ye CANNA catch her, she's—GONE—she’s—”
He shook her off, hard enough to knock her off-balance, and ran to the kitchen, shoving what food he could lay his hands on into his sack and moving straight to the door, so crazed with determination he could barely see what it was he took. Food didn’t matter. Fatigue, already tugging at him, didn’t matter. Claire was—
“Jamie, she’s nearly a day ahead—” Jenny caught the handle just as he did, eyes absolutely wild. “Ye dinna even ken where she’s bound or—”
He spared his sister one look, and let all the hate and contempt, the rage and the betrayal show there as he growled, “I ken precisely where she’s bound.”
Check, Please! (In the restaurant sense. Not the hockey sense)
Jack Zimmermann just wants to impress his boyfriend. Too bad he tried way too hard and Bitty doesn’t really know how to handle it. It’s a good thing milkshakes fix everything.
The restaurant is gorgeous. It’s absolutely breathtaking. It’s everything that Eric expected from a fancy restaurant, but Christ Almighty it’s the most expensive establishment Eric’s ever set foot in.
“Sweetpea, you didn’t tell me it was going to be this fancy! I would have worn something nicer!” Eric whispers to Jack as their waiter escorts them to their table. Their table that Jack reserved for them weeks in advance! Jack had literally been planning this date for months and Eric was so awed by his dedication that he didn’t bother to look up the restaurant beforehand. It’s obvious now that he should have.
“You look great, Bits, trust me. I think you’re dressed appropriately. They haven’t kicked us out yet, eh?.” Jack says and the corners of his lips turn up into just about the sweetest smile Eric’s ever seen. Eric would swoon if he didn’t know that Jack was only saying that because he was trying to be a good boyfriend. Eric compares his outfit, the same suit he’s worn to every formal event since he was eighteen, to Jack’s outfit, a sleek brand-new tailored suit that probably cost 10 times as much as Eric’s. There’s really no comparison, Eric is under-dressed.
Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)
Paring: Lin x reader
A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!
“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.
You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.
It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.
“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.
You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.
He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.
You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.
His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”
The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.
“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”
Fluff. So freaking fluffy. Like, brush your teeth after.
AN This is written for @becaamm ‘s song challenge. Based on the song “The Fear You Won’t Fall” by the incomparable Joshua Radin. If you haven’t heard this song (or any of his stuff) I strongly urge you to do so. His music is just…so emotional. It makes my heart full.
I hope you all enjoy this!
You can still remember the day you met James “Bucky” Barnes. You were new to the Avengers and as Tony showed you around the tower, as you turned a corner, you literally bumped into Bucky. As soon as you locked eyes it was as if time stopped. You could feel the blood rushing through your ears and heaven help you! you were going to faint.
Strong arms held you up and kept you from falling and although your first impression left much to be desired, somehow you and Bucky ended up becoming fast friends.
Maybe it was because you didn’t treat him like glass and gave just as much as shit as he gave you or because your shared love of super sweet coffee drinks but it didn’t matter. You and Bucky were as thick as thieves.
You never told him about why you reacted the way you did upon first seeing him. You chalked it up to low-blood sugar and he never pushed the matter.
The two of you spent so much time together that eventually, Tony had your room moved to Bucky’s floor this way you would never have to be far from one another.
Any time someone asked about your relationship you both scoffed and replied by explaining how you were best friends, nothing more but you couldn’t help how your heart broke a little more each time this was said.
It was months after the room move when finally Natasha and Wanda confronted you about your feelings, cornering you in the shared kitchen.
“Look, Y/N, we know the truth,” Wanda started.
“I can’t believe you read my mind!” you scolded her.
Natasha held up her hands, stopping you, “You know Wanda would never do that. No, you big idiot, it’s obvious. C’mon, you think we don’t know you?”
You sank down into a chair, putting your head in your hands, “And yet you think he’d catch on…”
“Then tell him.”
You laughed, “Really guys? You think that’s gonna go over well? You know how he gets.”
“Look at it like this, the guys have an upcoming mission that’s going to take them away for quite some time. Tell him before. That way, he has the mission to deal with things.”
You started at your friends, shocked. “That might jeopardize the mission!”
“It’ll be fine,” Wanda reassured you in her soft voice. “Just do this for you.”
Summary: Although you’d been
warned about the snowstorm that would affect your area, you decided to go to
school anyway. Several hours later, you were trapped in the library, the weather
too severe to go outside. Fortunately, you had your headphones so you could
listen to your favourite artist: a boy who went by the name JK. Unfortunately,
you were stuck with the new transfer student, Jungkook, who was a right pain in
A/N: if you’ve read my other stuff, you might be thinking ‘another
school au???’ and all I can say is yes I’m totally not sorry they’re loads of
fun to write
also I base all of them off the korean high school that I went to not
officially but that’s another story so obviously they do things very
differently to american high schools, so hopefully it still feels realistic for
you!! especially as I have no idea what american high schools are like p.s. the title is for a really lame joke i’ll make later
The cold air blew up your shirt as you waited for the bus, sending
a shudder up and down your spine. You bounced a little on your toes, hoping the
movement would keep the blood flowing as your breath rose in clouds. The snow
that covered the ground was old, but news stations everywhere had been
forecasting heavy snow on the way, so you decided to brave the public transport
while it was still running.
The tip of your nose stung slightly as you sniffed, but you
didn’t want to take your hands out of your pockets to blow it. You’d been
trying to keep in as much heat as possible since you left the house, so you
continued to sniff miserably until the bus arrived. Clambering on, you made
sure to sit next to one of the heaters at the side, the metal way too hot to
rest against for long period of time, but you were willing to burn off your
skin at that point. It’d been a harsh winter, and you were sick of the cold.
Finally warming up as the bus trundled down the road in the
direction of your school, you eventually blew your nose and took out your phone
to put some music on. Over the winter break, a music app called Quaver had
grown in popularity, and become the best source for musicians to get out their
music. Swept up in the hype, you downloaded the app and went searching for soft
ballads to help you sleep through the sounds of winds and storms, and you’d
come across a singer called JK. His voice was soft yet mystical, and every time
you closed your eyes you could picture yourself standing next to a frozen lake
with a warm fire at your feet. It was enchanting. You hadn’t stopped listening
to him since.
Pairing: Reggie x reader, Twin!Andrews/Andrews!Reader, Betty x Jughead, Archie x Veronica Word count: 1193 Warnings: Swearing, sexual references Description: Based on the prompts ‘I thought we were family’, and ‘You’re a disappointment’. Also the first episode of the new season - Fred Andrews is shot and no one has been able to contact (Y/N) Andrews. When she finally appears, Archie’s worry turns to anger and he takes out his emotions on his sister. Lots of angst basically. I love it. A/N: I wrote this after the first episode, I don’t know why I haven’t gotten around to posting oops. Let me know what you think! And thank you so much for all the love on previous fics!
Got7 reaction to one of the members being your ex?🙇🏻♀️
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Mark didn’t know that you and Jackson used to date a few years back. You couldn’t seem to find the right moment to tell him, and when he brought you to meet the rest of the members, it was suddenly too late.
Mark had introduced you to each boy individually, all while smiling widely (something the boys subtly teased him about). However, when he brought you to meet Jackson and a deeply uncomfortable silence descended, Mark got a little confused. He asked if you two knew each other and after a long moment of silence, you managed to finally confess that you and Jackson dated for a few months a long time ago.
Mark was deeply shocked as he unconsciously wrapped his arm around your waist tighter. You took his silence as a bad sign and began to shower him with explanations that you moved on, that this didn’t mean anything, etc.
“Seriously, man,” Jackson joined in. “It was a really long time ago and it didn’t work out. I’m actually very happy you two met each other.”
“Okay, good. We’re leaving though. Us. Me and Y/n. Because we’re together. And in love,” Mark kept talking, not understanding where this sudden insecurity came from.
Eventually, though, he realized that he had nothing to be insecure about. Although he wasn’t particularly fond of the times when you were talking to Jackson, he realized that he was always a little jealous when your attention was focused on someone other than him, so he didn’t let his jealousy affect his friendship with Jackson or his relationship with you.
You and Jinyoung have low-key dated, but you broke up before he properly told anyone about you. So, the rest of the members only know that Jinyoung was in a relationship that didn’t work out, but they never actually knew who he dated and since it was a sensitive topic, they didn’t bother asking too much.
So, months later, JB brings all of them together to tell them that he fell in love with the most incredible girl ever. Obviously, they all pat him on the back and praise him (all while JB smiles like the biggest dork), but then they settle down and ask him to show them a picture of you. Quickly scrolling through a folder on his phone, titled with too many heart emojis to count, he chooses a picture where the two of you are cuddling on the couch at your house. It was one of his favorite pictures because he had his head on your shoulder with his eyes closed, while you smiled widely into the camera.
All of the boys begin to congratulate JB, but Jinyoung stays quiet and asks to look at the picture again. JB, not suspecting anything, gives him the phone and watches as he zooms in on the picture, and his breath gets visibly caught in his throat.
“What?” JB asks, feeling anxiety but not yet knowing why.
Jinyoung gets really awkward and doesn’t know how to explain it until he just blurts that you were the girl he dated all of this time ago.
The boys all suddenly quiet down and look at JB, waiting for his reaction.
JB clenches his jaw, contemplating this news. He doesn’t say anything, just nods and allows Jackson to change the topic.
JB was jealous, though. Very jealous. And although most of the time, he kept his emotions in check, whenever it came to you, he seemed to lose it. Which is why, whenever you were with him and the boys, he would half-jokingly shoot Jinyoung death glares, although the poor boy wasn’t even looking at you.
JB wasn’t actually hateful towards Jinyoung when you weren’t there and the two of them were just as friendly as ever. However, JB’s protectiveness always switched on when he was with you because he wanted to keep you to himself and was never going to share.
When you and Jackson began to go out officially, you told him about your ex Youngjae right away. You were afraid of Jackson’s reaction but you also wanted to just get this out of the way.
Jackson looked deep in thought after you told him. Both of you shared a quiet moment until he finally spoke.
“I’m going to block him on your Facebook.”
“I don’t even have him—”
“And then I’m going to block him on my Facebook.”
“And then I’m going to block his phone number.”
“And then I’m going to block him in real life.”
Your eyes widened at this last part as you slapped his arm to get his attention.
“Jackson! Are you serious?!” you asked once he looked at you and finally allowed you to finish a sentence.
His features softened at the sight of your distressed face and without saying anything, he leaned in to quickly kiss you on the cheek.
“I’m just kidding,” he said, pulling away slightly. “But I’ll actually block him if he—”
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Jackson raised his hands in defense. “I just love you too much to think about any other guy being with you.”
Jinyoung really wanted you to come to their show, so he could finally introduce you to the rest of the members, but you kept refusing his offer, mainly because you still haven’t told him that you used to date Mark back in the day, and you were afraid it’d be awkward.
What you failed to realize, however, was the fact that Jinyoung started to think you didn’t feel the same about him and that this was why you didn’t want to meet the rest of his members. This insecurity forced him to distance himself from you.
And, ironically, Mark was the first person to notice that something was wrong with Jinyoung’s relationship.
“Trouble in paradise?” Mark asked him, jokingly.
Jinyoung just ignored this but the sad expression on his face allowed Mark to realize that something was definitely wrong, and he proceeded to encourage Jinyoung to open up.
And Jinyoung did. He told Mark about the girl that he’s falling for, and how scared he was that she didn’t feel the same way, especially since she didn’t want to meet his best friends.
Mark listened to this patiently and then took Jinyoung’s phone without asking. He was going to fix this. Quickly, he found the last text message on Jinyoung’s phone and called the number without reading the name of the person he was calling.
“Jinyoung?” you picked up on the first ring. “Are you okay? Why are you not replying to my texts?”
Although it’s been quite long, Mark still recognized your voice. In a moment of panic, he hung up the phone and turned to look at Jinyoung with wide eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Jinyoung jumped up from his seat. “Did she say something?”
“No,” Mark looked at the phone in his hand in disbelief. “But, um, I might know the reason why she doesn’t want to meet us.”
Jinyoung frowned but patiently waited until Mark gathered himself together and explained everything.
Jinyoung listened quietly and seemed to actually relax. The fact that Mark was your ex didn’t seem like a big deal, in comparison to the fear he felt when he thought you didn’t love him back.
He called you right away, the regret, caused by the days he spent giving you the cold shoulder, evident in his voice.
“Y/n, I know about you and Mark,” he spilled quickly, not giving you a chance to react. “And it doesn’t matter to me. I… I just want you to meet the guys. I want them to know how special you are to me.”
You and JB broke up on good terms. The two of you knew that the expiration date of your relationship has arrived, so you stayed friends even after the break-up.
Youngjae, who always had a low-key crush on you, knew about the fact that you broke up and he actually talked to JB before making a move on you. JB was fine with it, and momentarily taking the role of your older brother, told Youngjae to take care of you.
However, as your and Youngjae’s relationship progressed, Youngjae found himself worrying about your and JB’s friendship more and more. Especially since he read all of those theories about how two people who once dated couldn’t stay friends unless they still had feelings for each other.
One night, he accidentally blurted this worry out to you.
“Sit down, Youngjae,” you told him. “I’m about to give you a quick lecture.”
Surprised, Youngjae obeyed and sat down on the kitchen chair that he was previously standing next to.
“There is absolutely no way I could possibly still have feelings for JB,” you told him. “Because, sadly, the entirety of my heart belongs to you.”
A smile spread on Youngjae’s face at the speed of light. He needed to hear you say that. It eased his worries and calmed him down right away.
And although there’d be many more times when his jealousy would surface and cause him to become insecure about your relationship again, you were always there to remind him that he had nothing to worry about because he was the only one you loved.
BamBam found out that you used to date Yugyeom by accident. He was stalking your Facebook profile (despite being in a relationship with you, the boy still loved to stare at your pictures) and he scrolled down enough to see a cryptic message that you posted on your wall with a sad emoji. He clicked on the comments, hoping for some kind of an explanation. A comment from your friend read, “don’t worry, Y/n, you’ll find your one and only soon!”.
BamBam realized you must have posted this after a break-up and he suddenly got very curious about this relationship you had. You haven’t explicitly talked about your past relationships, so his curiosity was natural.
He nearly got a heart attack when he found the single picture of you and your ex-boyfriend. There you were, his girlfriend, smiling next to Yugyeom, one of his best friends, while he kissed your cheek. All the comments on the picture read how cute the two of you were and BamBam closed the app before he put himself into any more pain.
Panicking about this, he called your number right away. Once you answered, however, he didn’t know how to bring the topic up.
“I found a picture,” he tried. “On your Facebook.”
That was enough for you to understand what he was getting at, considering you dreaded the inevitable conversation you’d have to have with him about you and Yugyeom.
“It was really long ago,” you decided to say, trying to control your voice.
“I don’t care about that,” BamBam said. “I just… why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know,” you said, honestly. “I think I was afraid of your reaction.”
“My reaction? But it doesn’t matter to me that you dated him, as long as you’re mine,” BamBam said. “You… you are mine, right?”
“Of course,” you answered right away.
“Then that’s all that matters to me.”
Yugyeom only found out that you used to date BamBam because your mother accidentally told him. The two of you were having dinner with your parents for the first time, and your mum, thinking Yugyeom already knew, accidentally mentioned BamBam, forcing Yugyeom to glance at you questionably. He didn’t ask you outright and just played along while you glared at your mum, letting her know that she just got you in trouble.
Once the dinner was over and the two of you retreated to your room, Yugyeom couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“So… how do you know BamBam again?” he asked awkwardly.
“Oh,” you said sadly because you had naively hoped he wouldn’t bring this topic up. “We kind of dated for a short time about a year ago.”
“Hm,” Yugyeom hummed. “Does he know we’re together now?”
“I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders. “I haven’t talked to him since the break-up.”
“Good,” Yugyeom said and then realized. “Not that I don’t want you to talk to him… I mean, I’d love it if you didn’t because… um…”
“Does the fact that we dated really bothers you?” you asked, biting your lip nervously.
“No,” he answered and then looked away in thought. “Maybe. I don’t know. Do you love him?”
“Of course not!” you said, a little surprised by this question. “We weren’t together long enough for that to happen.”
“Okay,” Yugyeom nodded. “I guess I’ll have to accept this, then. He’s just an ex.”
“Just an ex,” you confirmed, nodding.
And yet despite telling himself that he’d have to accept this, he was still somewhat uncomfortable whenever he brought you to hang out with the rest of the guys. He got used to it later, though, but never allowed the guys to joke about it.