Synopsis: Jimin is finally returning home to Busan after a few years of college. His friend, Jungkook, tags along as well. Rather than being interested in the new sights, he finds his eyes following Jimin’s old friend — you.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin // childhood friends!au, fwb!au + love triangle!
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst
Word Count: 7.8k
Includes: blowjobs, fingering on the dance floor ,’:^)
The following day comes by within a dream and you are left flustered at the situation from last night. It is even more embarrassing from how you stormed out of Jimin’s room and out the house like a raging twister, the only factor getting jumbled is your mind. You did not exchange any other words with your best friend when you blasted out, not even tossing a glance towards Jungkook who you caught during your stride out the door. You remember him calling your name as you swung the door open, but that was the last of the situation.
So when you wake the next morning the first words to echo in your mind is the sound of your name leaving Jungkook’s lips — an inviting tune, almost like an melodious aubade. You groggily extend your arm out to reach for your phone on the nightstand, bringing it close to your face to study the time, but something else catches your eye: the plethora of messages from your best friend, Jimin. Each one concerns why you left rapidly and if you are okay from last night. A tight smile forms on your face from Jimin’s momentary fret; he only spams your phone with messages when he is genuinely worried about you, especially when he feels at fault.
But then again, why would he feel that way? You were the one who made the “smart” decision of almost fucking his best friend — even in his own bedroom.
Read the first here! ~http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/158907528077/lovely-lovely-man
You awoke that morning to a beautiful spring day, the sun peaked through soft clouds as they rolled lazily in the sky of gentle blue. You could see the wind shake the leaves of the trees and the golden ends of the barley field next to your home.
“The flowers look wonderful this spring, Miss Fontaine,” You complimented the elderly florist as you examined her daffodils. “And what a lovely shade of yellow.”
“Thank you, dear.” She beamed proudly as you took two and placed them in your basket.
“And how are the lilies?” You asked as she reached under the counter for some shears to cut the stems of her fresh roses.
“Oh just fine, though I still think they’ll need a week or two to fully bloom,” Miss Fontaine saw the minor look of disappointment in your face before laughing softly. “You’ll be the first to hear when they’re ready.”
You smiled at her generosity. “Thank you, have you tried-”
Your words were caught off as the front door of the florist shop opened, a little bell chiming as it did. You whirled around to find a completely out of breath Lefou with his hands on his knees as he huffed the breath back into his lungs.
“Lefou? Are you alright?” You asked as you gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.
He stood up straight and tall, turning to you as he heaved one final sigh. “Gaston…Gaston is looking for you.”
“Is he drunk again already?” You asked with a clear and sharp agitation to your voice before you placed your flower basket on the counter. “For goodness sake Lefou, it’s barely the afternoon?”
Lefou laughed but it was cut short by a cough as his lungs couldn’t take the strain. “No not-hing like that, I assure, Is there somewhere I can sit?” He asked while simultaneously falling backwords onto the bench by the window, though you still made sure he didn’t harm himself on the way down.
Patiently, you waited for the poor man to catch his breath before he spoke again. “But, Gaston still wishes to speak with you,” He said clearly. “Said it’s urgent.”
You sighed before setting your basket in front of Miss Fontaine. “Would you mind if I left these here? I shouldn’t be too long.”
The old woman giggled and waved her hand. “Don’t you worry about a thing dear.” She then gave you a mischievous wink which only left you perplexed.
Your eyes found there way back to Lefou who, regardless of his disposition only moments ago, was practically beaming.
“Is there something I’m missing?” You asked, turning your gaze between the two of them.
They both shook their heads and Miss Fontaine ushered you both out of the shop. “Everything will still be here when you return, don’t hurry.” She said with that girlish giggle again.
“Will you come?” Lefou asked as he placed his hat back upon his head.
“I dont really have a choice it seems,” You said as you brushed out the skirts of your dress and fixed your hair. “Lead the way.”
You and Lefou had become dear friends in the time you had known each other, so throughout the walk you made simple small talk about how nice the weather was or how lovely Villeneuve looked during Springtime.
Just as you rounded the corner to Gaston’s home, you grabbed Lefou’s arm to pull him back. “Be honest, what aren’t you telling me.”
Lefou laughed awkwardly and shrugged. “I have no idea what you mean!” He then saw the unwavering look upon your face and he sighed in defeat. “It isn’t my place to tell you, I made a promise.”
You smiled at him regardless. “I understand, thank you for escorting me here.”
He tipped his hat. “Good luck, Miss (Y/n).”
Lefou quickly made his exit before you could question him on his words, and with that you walked up to the door and raised on the brass knocker before dropping it against the dark wooden door.
Almost instantly it swung open and you were pulled into two very strong arms that whirled you around once you were inside.
“(Y/n)! It’s a lovely day isn’t?” Gaston said in a rather uncharacteristically cheerful voice, and when he set you back on the ground you looked up to his bright smile.
“You’ve certainly sobered up, last night you could barely keep your eyes focused on the same place.” You teased him as you closed the door behind you.
“Well of course I did, I had you taking care of me didn’t I?” He asked you as he lead further into his home setting you on the sofa before he held out his hands. “Here, close your eyes.”
You did as told, holding your hands over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.
“One moment…,” Gaston said and you heard retreating footsteps and a few rustling noises before you heard him return in front of you. “Okay, you can open them.”
You opened your eyes to see a full bouquet of perfectly bloomed white lilies held in his hand.
“Oh my.” You said with a broad smile on your face as you took thek from him. “There absolutely wonderful, where did you get them? Miss Fontaine said her lillies weren’t bloomed yet.”
Gaston pulled one of his chair from the dining table so he could sit with you. “I bought them from her and asked her if she’s keep it a secret, I knew they were your favorite.”
You gently set them down in your lap as you noticed the yellow ribbon holding the stems together. “Thank you, Gaston. It was very kind of you to think of me.
Gaston smiled, “Of course, the lilies aren’t the real reason why I asked to see you.” He said, though his voice was little more quiet and he had moved closer to you.
You looked up from the flowers to meet his eyes with a smile before looking back down at them. “Go on.”
“Well in light of our conversation from last night, there was a question I’d wanted to ask since you left.” Gaston took both of your hands in his and your gazes met each other and you nodded for him to continue. “I’d like to ask you if you’d like to marry me?”
You were completely taken back by the question it seemed to have knocked the air out of you. You’d never think the random conversations you two had after a night were he particularly had too much ale or wine would ever lead to this scenario.
Gaston saw the expression on your face and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I understand if this a bit too foward, considering we’ve never formally courted one another,” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small red box, placing it in your hands. “And I have every intention of properly courting you and asking for your family’s good graces, but I want you to hold on to this until that happens.”
You took the box in both of your hands, staring at with wide eyes before they met his again. “I don’t…”
“You may open it if you’d like. I promise all of the evil in the world won’t sprout from the top the moment you lift the lid.” He said, making you both laugh and easing the tension.
Curiosity got the better of you and slowly you opened this box, smiling whenever you saw the ring sitting in the pool of dark velvet. It was a similar shape and style the engagement your mother always wore, and one you always admired.
“I spoke to your brother whenever chosing it.” Gaston said as he looked down at it with you. “You don’t need to accept or reject me anytime soon, I’m more than willing to wait.”
His hands enclosed around yours and he closed the box. “I shall wait regardless of your answer.”
You opened your mouth before closing it and shaking your head at how silly you were being. “I think…,” You said looking up at him with a genuine smile. “Should the time come, I would like to marry you,” You said, watching the light encase in his eyes and his smile grow. “Very much so.”
Gaston leaned foward, careful not to crush your flowers, and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Then that is very good news indeed.”
Summary : You and Bucky helping each other through rough times.
Warnings : Panic Attacks, PTSD, throwing up, and nightmares
Word Count : 931
It all started when Steve had left for a mission. Bucky usually is never without Steve for one week tops nowadays, and the mission Steve was leaving for was at least a month.
Bucky usually had episodes quite often, usually because of his PTSD. So when you heard a scream one late night, you immediately knew it was Bucky. Since no one else was around, you knew you had to help him somehow. Steve had told you that Bucky usually just needs to have someone help him calm down when it happens. So you quickly skidded down across the hallways to Bucky’s room.
You cracked the door open, getting a view of a crouched up Bucky on his disheveled bed. His hair everywhere, and his face hiding in his knees. You turned on his lamp that was next to his desk when you entered the room. It caught his attention, his head shooting up to see your figure watching him carefully. Bucky’s face was distressed and he had red eyes, either from his lack of sleep or crying. Maybe both.
“Bucky.” You whisper, taking a step towards his bed. He sits up straighter and you calmly continue. “What was it this time?”
His shoulders slump and he looks at the wall across the room ignoring your question, when you get next to his bed you nod towards the spot next to you, silently asking if you could sit. He just gives a short nod, not taking his eyes from the wall when you sit down. You sit in silence for a minute until you speak up again.
“I can’t begin to understand what you’re going through, Bucky. And I also know it’s harder to go through these moments without Steve around. But, I’m here.”
With that Bucky looks over to you, his lips turn into a small smile and he nods gently before mumbling a quick. “Thank you, (Y/n).”
“That’s what friends are for.”
And that’s how it had all started, whenever Bucky needed someone you were there for him. Becoming closer, you always tried to help him. And when you needed someone he was there too.
You had been having a chaotic week, and you felt horrible. You had a bad mission the day before, a little girl had died in your arms when the target of your mission shot her trying to get you. You couldn’t help but feel the guilt wash over you. Bucky and Steve, the whole group had been trying to tell you it wasn’t your fault but all you could think about was that little girl you held in your arms when she had her last breaths of life.
Of course, it would only be obvious you would have a nightmare of the scene replaying, the same face. The last thing you saw in your dream was the girl’s eyes going lifeless before you woke up with a loud scream. Within seconds your bedroom door was opened by the familiar face.
“(Y/n).” Bucky exclaims while you run into your bathroom. You felt so sick from the images in your head you had to throw up, immediately throwing your head towards the toilet. Bucky’s fast footsteps make their way over, soon your hair is being pulled back. Bucky coos at you quietly while rubbing your back with his cool metal arm. Which, is a nice contrast compared to your overly heated body.
When you pull back, you immediately flush the toilet and slump against the wall behind you. With a quivering lip, red face, and wet eyes, you look towards Bucky weakly. He just pushes your hair behind your ears and then stands up, he gets a washcloth from your cupboard and quickly runs it under the faucet’s cold water.
He is soon in front of you again, wiping at your mouth even though there isn’t anything there. Then he dabs the cold cloth at your whole face, and neck. Without saying another word he helps your shaky figure stand up, having his arm around your waist as he guides you back to bed.
He gets you under the sheets, knowing you’d be too hot for your comforter. Once he is sure your comfortable he goes and turns your ceiling fan on. He looks at you and he smiles when he sees that you slowly began to fall back asleep. With a quick kiss to your forehead, Bucky leaves for the night back into his room.
The next morning you woke up, you immediately left to go to the kitchen. Of course, the only people up and in the kitchen was Bucky and Steve.
“Morning, boys.” You say announcing your presence. Steve is the first to turn at the sound of your voice, he smiles and says a quick good morning before turning back to the eggs he was scrambling.
Bucky watches you as you sit on of the barstools, he soon pours you some coffee, putting everything you like into it. When he hands it to you he questions. “You okay, from last night?” You smile at that, patting the stool next to you that he quickly occupies and then you answer.
“Yes, I’m okay. Thanks to you.”
“Of course, doll. I will always be there for you.”
With that you lean your head onto his shoulder, Bucky smiles contently, kissing the top of your head. You intertwine your fingers into his warm one, giving it a slight squeeze before you both sit in a comfortable silence.
You know that nice warm fuzzy feeling you get when you wake
up, I didn’t experience that today. Instead the me -who was extremely over
tired from staying up late watching some melodrama and crying into the abyss-
was rudely awoken by my alarm. And you know, alarms just leave you in a mood
all day long. I try to get my body into a routine so I don’t need to use an
alarm but last night threw me off, I set one in case… turns out I really needed
Waking up sets the tone of the whole day so I can tell right
away, this one’s gonna be an absolute gem. Not only was today the day of the
accounting meeting with Bang Sihyuk, today was the day after my sob session.
Time to hold my tired head high and suck back 2 gallons of coffee; a technique
for brighter, fresher skin and smaller dark circles… Ahaha.
Some concepts for the trans magical boy in question from last night! He’s good friends with the trans magical girl Celeste (the name I decided on for the girl I drew yesterday) and the leader girl, who I’ll draw later….his name is Angel. I can’t decide if he should have glasses or not? Yes or no??
Also unlike a lot of shows like Sailor Moon, Madoka, CCS, etc, all of the people on this magical team are young adults!
Shatter Me series. Honestly, if you haven’t read this series, what are you waiting for? So, it was killing me not to have Warner’s POV from Chapter 25-29 during Ignite Me. I used the song ‘Under Control’ by Parachute, because I think it fits him perfectly in this case.
I turn my head I can’t shake the look you gave me I’m as good as dead, Cause all those eyes are all it takes And all I want is you
My eyes lingered on hers for just a moment longer as I felt the smile pull at my lips. Who cared if all of her so-called friends were watching us? They meant nothing to me anyway. The only thing that mattered were the beautiful blue-green eyes staring back at me.
After the display with Kent’s’ attitude, the last thing I wanted was to leave her there with them. Leave her there with him, while he suffocated her, brought her down; screamed at her. She was tough though, she was a fighter. I could already see that she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. So, as much as I wanted to grab her hand and leave that wretched, crowded shack, I let her go.
The chills still ran down my spine, though, at the thought of never seeing those eyes again. Never hearing the tickle of her voice, never seeing her bite her bottom lip.
I clenched my fists, watching as my knuckles turned white at the prospect of never having her scent linger in my presence. My chest knotted itself knowing that I was such a dead man for loving her. She could tie the noose in front of me and I’d slip it around my neck if she asked.
All it took was one look from her, one sigh, and I was completely enamored.
So I pulled away, All I do is sit and wait And I might as well Write the words right on my face that all I want is you Always you
I let the door to Kent’s home shut behind me and released a breath. I would not show weakness, not until I was home, buried between the safe four walls of my office. So I steeled myself and I let my feet carry me, leaving behind the heavy burden of what had happened in that home I just left behind.
My heart felt splintered, like it was fraying at the ends and one strong pull would unravel it altogether.
I allowed my mind to let itself go and push me forward. She had the pager, she would be fine. She would call me if anything happened, that much I was sure of.
So, this is where I found myself. Going from a steady pacing, to plopping down in my office chair, to back up and pacing the room again. My hands twisting themselves raw. The silent pager sitting on the top of my desk, taunting me, teasing me into oblivion. I glanced at the clock next to my desk lamp. It was a little after two a.m. and I huffed out a breath. I had left her hours ago, almost half a day ago. My stomach twisted with hunger, as if to remind me that all I had been feeding on in the last few days, were thoughts of her. She was likely fed and now sleeping, I hoped, as far away from Kent as possible. My eyes felt heavy with the promise of sleep and I pulled the pager up off the desk and stealthy stalked to the bedroom door, unsure of why I was being so quiet. When I made it to my bed and threw myself down, I buried my face into the soft pillows, closing my eyes and waiting for the release of sleep. My hand still gripped the pager. If she needed me, if she needed anything, I’d be there in a heartbeat and I wasn’t going to let sleep absorb to much of my attention from her. I turned to shift myself in a more comfortable position and my eyes snapped open. This was a mistake. A terrible mistake.
My sheets smelled of her.
A rich, deep smell that surrounded me, wrapped itself around my bones, became my second skin; held me prisoner. I bolted up, running a hand through my hair and then over my face, hoping I could scrub away the exhaustion. And I pulled myself up and took one last look at the bed she had laid claim to, shook my head to wedge the tension somehow, and walked back into my office. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to open that door again.
Because I’ve kept my heart under control But lately, all this time has taken its toll Said I tried to but I can’t hold back what’s deep in my soul So darling please believe me I want you and you just have to know.
It truly was becoming the longest night of my life, save for the night that I laid in my childhood bed, next to the woman I loved, with a hole ripped through her chest. That bullet went through the both of us the moment it left the chamber of that gun. The memory seemed like months or years ago, but it was hardly days, hardly a week. How had we gone from that, to this?
I sighed, smiling to myself. I couldn’t be surprised. She was one hell of a fighter and there was no way that her life was ending because of a bullet from my father. She was not allowed to meet the same fate that so many undeserving people had, because she deserved to live life more than anyone I knew. I would see to it that she would. No matter where this war took us.
Another glance at my clock told me it was half past four and I looked down at the pager one more time, running my hand across my mouth. My feet scratched the floor and for a moment, I wasn’t thinking about the consequences, I wasn’t thinking about what Kent would say or do or how red her face would become if I showed up-not to take her against her will, but to ask her to reconsider her positions.
Before I knew it, my coat was on and I was in the hallway. My feet carrying me to the tank I drove hours before.
I found myself parked in front of Kent’s home a few minutes later. Completely dark and still from beyond the shadows. She would be so angry if she knew I was here. I could see her do so much as stomp her foot in front of me like some pouty child. It tugged a smile onto my lips and I gripped the pager tighter, like it was tied with an invisible string to hers, begging for her to push it. My hand went to rest on the door handle and I snapped my eyes shut. I couldn’t. I couldn’t ambush her in the middle of the night, pull her away from her friends. She was strong, she was tough, but damn if I didn’t miss her. I’d kept my heart as a caged animal for the past nineteen years and she was the first real promise of freedom. And as much as I longed for that freedom for myself, she came first. Her needs always came before mine.
But it was getting harder and harder to keep that animal within its cages. It was thrashing around more and more by the minute. Wearing me thin. She’d hate me for this, for sitting out here, pining after her. Thinking I didn’t trust her choice to stay with her friends. I did and my unwavering faith in her is what kept me from going to the front door.
It’s everyone else I didn’t trust.
Not Kent, not Kishimoto, and definitely not the beast rattling around inside of me.
And all my fears, Creep and crawl across my skin, These four walls are after me and moving in and all I want to do Is give up And give in
The sun had risen a few hours ago. I know, because I watched it rise from my office window. No one had questioned me last night when I left and returned a half hour later and immediately went to the confines of my room.
What was happening to me?
I had spent the better part of nineteen years without the tether of anyone and now, this short brunette was pulling at that tether like it was some school yard game. The pager was burning in my hand and I had already paced a hole in the hardwood floors beneath me. The sun was up, she had to be too. And she still wasn’t calling for me.
My body pulled itself down with exhaustion. The anxiety of the night weighing on me even more than before.
What if she never called for me? What if she wanted to stay there, in that shack? With those people? People who didn’t understand her like I did, who could read her and see her and know her as well as I did. Would her love for Kent keep her there? Erasing me from her memory forever?
The thoughts exploded across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Fracturing me worse than any injury that I’d ever experienced before. The caged animal flailing at the prospect of losing the thing that allowed it’s blood to course through its veins. I felt my chest tighten, my throat close around itself.
I slid my eyes shut, the morning glow blocking my thoughts. I was back to building walls, pushing my selfish thoughts out. But my heart, and its erratic beating, pulled the walls of my office closer to me and I thought for a moment that I was losing my mind.
My legs lifted me from my desk chair and I barely made it over to the window, barely got the window up before my lungs exploded in loud gasps. Every minute she wasn’t next to me, wasn’t by my side, my heart counted its beats until her return. I thought back to the moment I watched her count her breathing in that terrible cell and realized her breaths always fell in line with my heartbeat. From the very beginning.
Every piece of her was surrounding me, much like she had after she shot me. My thoughts clouded and swam with only bits of her. Like a piranha was feeding on every part of my mind that didn’t contain Juliette Ferrars and snapped all of those bits up. Leaving it with nothing but her smile and the way she said my name and her smell and the fact that her armoire was inside of my closet.
I stood next to the open window, breathing in the musty air for what felt like forever. If only to drown the piranha within me. To still the raging beast.
To calm my anxious heart.
One of these days I’m going to know just what to say Oh and I’ll walk on up When you want this love Or when you’ve had enough And you’re giving it up
The sun had barely risen to high noon when the first vibration went off. I snapped my neck to it so quickly that I likely pulled a muscle. I didn’t wait for a second one before I was out the door. The wind bustling around me, whipping around me as I held the pager in my hand.
Something was wrong. I felt the vibration of the pager ring out again and again. Desperate and as frantic as I was feeling. All I knew was that I had to get to her. I had to see her. I had to know that Kent hadn’t gone off and done something he would regret. I wasn’t scared for him by my hand. I was scared for him by hers. Because she would inflict the worst kind of damage. And I needed to be there for her.
Three clicks in a frantic row were the last things I felt as I sped on to his street, hardly pushing the tank into park before I was out. My eyelids heavy and my chest heaving with worry. In that moment, I didn’t care how I looked, but I needed to see her. I needed to make sure that she wasn’t going to shatter this world and take me down with it.
My fingers barely gripped the door handle before I ripped it open, eyes wide and catching my breath. I knew her name was escaping my mouth, the caged beast now as frantic as the vibrations from the pager. She didn’t get a word out before my hands had cupped her face, my eyes instantly searching her. I knew I was asking her if she was okay, needing more than a thirsty man in the desert needed water to know if she was alright. But then I heard her thanking me and then I was wrapping my arms around her and for the first time in many moons, not caring that I was showing an audience my true affections. My words began begging her to tell me what’s wrong, but I didn’t let go of her. I didn’t want her to realize that she called for me, that maybe she didn’t want me here and that maybe this was all in my imagination. A sick dream and that I was actually passed out on my desk. Fearing the oncoming heartbreak, I asked her if she wanted me to leave and she said ‘no’ before I could barely finish the sentence. She looked so small. Powerful, but small. Heartbroken, all the same and I wanted nothing more than to take whatever hand she’d been dealt that morning and shove it back into the pile. So I begged her, desperately, to tell me what I could do to take away her hurt and pain. I’ve only ever begged one other person in my entire life. My father. Coincidentally, over the very person in my arms.
I’ve kept my heart under control Deep down in my soul I want you and you just have to know
My hand is still burning as I help her into the tank, still burning as she’s thanking me and I can barely swallow as the anger contained with me begins to lace with the hurt and guilt that she’s feeling. I can barely take it and I find myself begging her, yet again to cease her thoughts and feelings. Because it feels like a knife sliding between my ribs, like the lashes from my father all over again, the pain pulls at what’s left of my energy.
Yet, I carry on the conversation with her. Until she says my name and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. Because, that’s what I want. I want her to say my name like this for the rest of my days. As long as I am drawing breath, I want her to say my name as casually as she is in this moment. And then I hear her tell me that she doesn’t want to change me and I finally feel that caged beast break free. Feel him erupt around my chest and if I look at her, I will end up stopping the tank and adding more weight to the world that is already crushing down around her and I can’t do that to her. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I don’t realize that my breathing has deepened, only to allow the beast some room to roam around my chest, but she asks if I believe her, if I feel the sincerity in her voice.
And I want to look at her so badly.
My blood tingles with the need.
Because I do. I feel the sincerity deep within my bones and know that she doesn’t truly think I’m the monster that I’ve led the world to believe that I am. And I know, that she means everything to me. The world started spinning with her and will stop spinning when she leaves and I will hurl myself off the side of it just to go with her. I resist the pull of turning to her. I can’t let her see the desperation on my face. The need to have her in my life. Because I can’t stand to see the heartbreak if she doesn’t feel the same way.
I hope she does.
I hope she feels something for me besides fear or anger. I want to prove to her that I would bend this Earth to give her anything she needed. But I swallow as I clench the steering wheel and her words are ringing in my ears
“Can you sense that I’m telling the truth? That I really mean it?”
And I pull the beast back within me. Lock the cage with a steady thud.