“I missed you.” Jungkook whispered into the crook of your neck, his hot breath against your ear sending waves of excitement through your body, the two of you were hugging on to each other as though your lives depended on it.
“I missed you too…” Your arms wrapped round his thick muscular neck as you buried your head into his collarbone. Both of you were stood up in the middle of the room, neither one of you willing to let the other go.
“Thank you,” Jungkook pulled away from you, his big hands still gripped on tightly to your hips. He eyed your frame up and down before his gaze found your own. “For bringing me back… I thought, well I thought I’d never see you again.”
Smiling up at Jungkook you couldn’t help but notice he had changed, something about him was different, though you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. He still looked like Jungkook, still walked and talked like Jungkook. But you were certain that he wasn’t Jungkook.
“I never thought I’d see you again either… Jungkook-, you seem different…” You explained, your hands resting on his large bicep muscles as you looked up at him through your watery eyes.
“Well I mean I have just come back from the dead Y/N… Maybe you should cut me some slack.” He cocked his head to a side as he laughed, exposing his perfect white teeth in a breathtaking smile.
“Yeah, you’re right…” You grabbed on to one of his hands and made your way to the door, “The others will be so happy to know you’re alive! Come on-”
“No. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not yet.” Jungkook glared through you, his black eyes were piercing and cold. What did that even mean?
“I don’t understand, they all thought you were dead-, the least you could do is say hello?” Your eyebrows frowned in confusion, why was he being like that?
“I’ll say hello in the morning, I promise. For now I’ll just sneak into my room and sleep, if that’s okay? I’m oddly tired for somebody who was dead ten minutes ago.” His features were soft and delicate as he smiled shyly, even after death he was still perfect.
“Of course… Yeah.” You smiled at him wearily as you opened up the door, silently guiding him to his bedroom.
Summary: Based off of this: a superhero story where the villain and the superhero are roommates and they keep making excuses to each other about why they are out all the time and they stitch each other up after battles but neither has any idea that the other is their nemesis and they keep on having to lie to each other why they are covered in scratches and bruises. (Modern-Day Alternate Universe Drabble Series)
A/N: Hey, just want to let you all know that there will be two more parts to this series! Enjoy :)
Breathing heavily, Bucky felt heat rising to his face, distressed that his jealousy got the best of him. Glancing down, he saw his metal hand covered in mayo as pieces of glass scattered on the counter. He gazed at the sight in disgust.
Steve walked over to his side with worried eyes. “Are you okay, Buck?” he asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.
A/N: Here we go with the seventh part. Thanks a ton for reading, you guys! So, this chapter has a lot of important past information, so brace yourselves for a long flashback. I try not to shove so much information down your throats at once, but let’s get past the business so that we can get to the fun part. No worries, though! I did throw in a good bit of interaction with the lovely Rob Benedict ;) Lyrics from She Waits by Louden Swain
Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader
Warnings: Explicit language, angst, mentions of death and violence
Ever since you met Rob, the weeks tended to fly by, minutes crashing into the next like uncontrollable waves, pushing you along before you were fully ready to take the next step. You hadn’t stumbled yet, hadn’t tripped up on your words, and it would remain that way. As long as you didn’t crash.
You free today?
At the buzzing sound of your phone, your mouth immediately curled up into a small smile, the action going unnoticed by your brain. It was becoming as natural as breathing. You grabbed your phone off of the coffee table, a faint groan sounding from you as you stretched your body. You hadn’t moved for quite awhile due to being sucked into Supernatural, and now you were into the fourth season. You went to text back, eyes flickering from your phone to the screen as a new episode started. The camera panned over the top of a couch to reveal a sleeping man lounged out across the cushions, robe open and mouth slightly parted. You slammed your thumb down on the call button, an unbelieving laugh rumbling from you.
“Hey-” Rob picked up a few rings in, his voice laced with a hint of surprise at the sudden call.
“It’s you! On the episode!” You exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement as you watched your boss on television. “Aw, look at you in your little robe. You’re so cute!” You rambled mindlessly for a moment until reality caught up with you and smacked the sense into you. You had just called your boss “cute.”
Rob laughed softly on the other end of the line, a faint red blush tainting his cheeks. “Oh, yeah? You dig the robe?” He smirked, tracing lines on his kitchen counter with his forefinger in a bashful manner.
You pressed the heel of your hand against your forehead, shaking your head at your flapping mouth. “It’s a nice robe,” you replied, shying away from the flirty response burning on your tongue.
A lonely girl, a lonely boy and a beautifully twisted thing called fate.
A/N: Some exciting things happen so tell me what you think!
My hands hover over the “confirm” key, wondering why I’m hesitating so much. The cost difference is only minimal from my last flight, the times earlier to better avoid rush hour.
“Reynah?” I hear Namjoon call from the living room and I swallow thickly, tapping my fingers over the x button and shutting down my laptop.
One movie, two bowls of popcorn and three hours later her head is on my shoulder, lightly snoring as the sounds of the movie still play on in the background. She smells like my shampoo, musky yet sweet as the floral scent of her skin seeps through.
Slowly inhaling, I debate whether or not I want to get up, fighting the urge to just stay here with her all night, curling up and cradling her in my arms. It was so hard for me to sleep last night, knowing she was in the room right next to me, probably so pretty as she slept, long lashes fanning her cheeks.
“Hey.” I lightly shake her shoulder to see if she’ll stir. “Reynah?” She moves, not to wake up though, but to snuggle closer into me, breathing onto my neck in long puffs of heat. “Reynah?” I say a little louder and she murmurs a “what” into my skin, before going silent again.
Sighing, I shake my head, wondering how she is such a heavy sleeper for such a light girl, cupping my palm into the curve of her back and gingerly lifting her off of me and into my arms. Her head burrows into my chest, little noises coming from her slightly parted lips as I move her.
Lightly padding through the house I push open the door to her room with my foot, smiling as she burrows into me for warmth in the chill. I lay her down and close her window, teeth chattering and eyes growing heavy with sleep. Her laptop is beside her and I gently set it on the floor and plug it in for her, making sure to be extra quiet as to not wake her.
The blanket is gathered at her feet and I gingerly pull it up around her body until it covers up to her chin, watching her snuggle and sink into the bed. Watching her, I can’t seem to get over how beautiful she is. Long eyelashes and arched brows, a perfectly shaped cupids bow and a slightly upturned nose. You can tell her eyes are big even when they’re closed and that her hair is soft even though it’s pulled back.
No. I told myself this wouldn’t happen again.
Falling in love was not and is not an option.
“Kim Namjoon?” Her small voice reaches through the darkness to find me.
She hums a little in her sleepy state, unaware of her words as she says them. “Can you please stay with me? It’s cold.”
My eyes widen involuntarily and I stay frozen for a moment in the middle of the room, wondering if she’s serious about what she says. Her eyes are partially open, lips parted in question as she looks at me from the bed.
It’s warm, the grip of someone’s arms tight around my midsection as I open my eyes in the morning. In my haze all I can feel is how nice it feels to be here, how comforting it is to have someone’s arms wrapped around me and to wake up next to somebody else.
I wiggle, shifting around and blinking the sleep from my eyes as Namjoon’s tired face meets me. His thick lips are open as he draws in breath after breath, eyes closed and hair brushing past his eyelashes. I remember him tucking me in to bed, asking him to stay with me, wanting to feel his body against mine…
My cheeks heat up and I quickly turn back around. He stirs, murmuring nothings before coming close behind me, laying his body flush against mine in all the right places. A sigh leaks from my lips involuntarily, inhaling the musky scent that is Kim Namjoon.
That is until I wiggle back and feel something very hard pressing against my lower spine.
Oh my God, this is not happening right now.
My eyes widen to the size of saucers, listening to Namjoon mutter again before shifting his hands downwards, settling just below my ribcage. The movement only makes him harder against me and I can feel the spot between my legs get heated at the thought what he must be dreaming about while holding me.
“Namjoon.” I try to get free from him, but he holds on tighter.
“Namjoon!” I squirm, going absolutely still as he begins groaning.
But not in a sleepy, waking up sort of way.
In a sexy, manly sort of way that has me squeezing my thighs together and pushing dirty thoughts out of my head.
Not holding anything back I burst out of his embrace, running and backing into the opposite wall as I watch him stir. His white hair is a bemused mess atop his head and he rubs the sleep from his eyes as he sits up on his elbows. I take my bottom lip between my teeth with worry as I observe him shift uncomfortably with his hard on, a red blush crawling over his pale features as he realizes why I am clear across the room.
I- um- just.” He throws the blankets off and I squeeze my eyes shut as he stands. “I’m just gonna take a shower.” He sputters, racing from the room and slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.
Releasing a shaky breath I sink to the floor, not being able to get the feeling of his hardness pressed against my back out of my mind. It felt so long. And so thick. And so fucking big. I bet it’d feel so good in my hand, in my mouth, in my-
Cursing quietly I shake my head, listening as the shower water spurts from the faucet. I close my eyes, the image of Namjoon’s hand around himself painting my eyelids and giving me wet panties, one hand slipping down of its own accord to relieve my problems as I’m sure he doing with his own.
A Time Stuck AU fic where Mabel gets trapped in the past with a younger version of Stan. Stuff starts to get real this chapter, guys, I am so excited.
Stanley, Oregon, 1979
A person could make
the trip from Northern Missouri to Oregon in two days if they didn’t
mind long hours on the road. It took Stan four days, delayed a little
bit by car trouble but mostly by reluctance.
Along the way he’d had
to stop and pull over six times, each time telling Mabel he just
wanted to stretch his legs. Really what he’d needed was a chance to find an isolated spot someplace where he could put his head between his knees and quietly panic. Where he could rock back and forth and breathe in and out until he stopped feeling lightheaded. On one occasion, Mabel had followed him
and caught him like that. He’d resolved not to let her see it a
He was glad to have
her holding his hand as they approached the door.