Just a lil something bc Park Jimin won’t let me fucking live. If anything, expect more jimin soon bc I just really fucking cant with this guy. I reallyreallyreally hope you guys like this. Feedback is much appreciated!
Pairing: Jimin x reader
Genre: fluff, smut
Word count: 8,540
You honestly, truly didn’t know whether you wanted to choke Kim Taehyung until he couldn’t breathe and his body lay lifeless on the floor, or if you loved him so much you couldn’t bare hurt a single hair of his pretty little head.
The boy was just too much of a best friend sometimes, it drove you mental.
He was that kind of friend who knocked on your door in the middle of the night to ask if you wanted to grab some late dinner.
He was the type to give you a foot or back massage when you felt the stress of your assignments and work getting too much for you to handle, and then spend a whole night trying to figure out solutions for your problems after you’d relaxed.
He was the type to listen to you vent for hours, simply listening, knowing all too well you preferred someone to listen to you until there was nothing left, before he was allowed to give you his personal advice, which never failed to be helpful.
He was the type to make you forget about your breakups with your boyfriends, opting it would be better for you to spend time out and take your mind off of it instead of bringing it up and have you crying for hours. But if you did feel like crying, he was always the shoulder to cry on.
However, there was one thing about Taehyung that made you wonder why the fuck you even considered him tolerable at times.
He was a meddler. It was in his bones, he just couldn’t help it. God knew he couldn’t.
So when he started to notice that you seemed a little too lonely for his liking as of lately, he knew he had to do something about it. He didn’t utter a word to you, thinking up a plan in his head like the devil he is, and the light bulb didn’t go off in his head until you were out with the guys and a few others one weekend.
Park Jimin. Park Jimin was the solution.
He felt fucking dumb for never noticing the older boy staring at you, seeming to get lost every time, before quickly snapping out of it. For not noticing that cute special smile he always reserved for specific people. For not noticing how he almost always managed to stick by your side whenever he was in the same room, sometimes in the same building, as you.
He watched curiously as Jimin called you over, patting the now empty seat next to him as an invitation to you, and you made your way over thinking nothing of it. Taehyung knew you were pretty oblivious.
A guy could tape a sign onto his forehead that said ‘I like you’ and you still wouldn’t be entirely sure of it.
So this was kind of a challenge to accomplish. Luckily, challenges were what Taehyung lived for.
The first time you noticed something was a bit off was when Taehyung was over at your place one afternoon. You walked around the kitchen cleaning about, before standing in front of the sink and starting on the dishes. He sat at your small kitchen table, a bowl of cereal held in his hands. You were both quiet, you working and him eating, before you felt his presence next to you as he bumped your hip to push you to the side. He stood next to you, placing his bowl in the sink as well before starting with you. He suddenly broke the silence.
“Yeah?” You mumbled, focusing on a small dark spot that wasn’t being very cooperative and coming off.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just di-”
“Alright, I’m going to ask you something,” he sighed and shook his head with a tiny smile on his lips at your lameness. “What do you think of Jimin?”
“Jimin?” Your brows furrowed in confusion as you thought of what could’ve possibly been going through his head for asking you about him all of a sudden. “Why are you asking?”
“Just answer the question.”
“What do you mean what do I think of Jimin, Tae?” You chuckled, finally managing to wash the spot out and you grabbed another dish. “He’s a sweet, nice guy. What am I supposed to think of him?”
“Do you think he’s cute?”
“You got something you wanna tell me, Tae?” You asked curiously.
“Am I not the one supposed to be asking the questions here,” he huffed and you only laughed.
“Fine,” you sighed. “Of course he’s cute. I mean, even a guy as straight as a pin and a girl as can be would admit to that. Even you.”
And then he was quiet for a few seconds, before changing the subject. “I bought a new video game. Hurry so we have enough time to try it out.”
You found it was strange but said nothing. You thought it better to keep your mouth shut and not dig too deep into it because it was most probably just Taehyung being Taehyung, but boy were you wrong.
“You mind if I text Jimin and Kookie to come over? They told me to tell them as soon as I got this game?” He asked from his spot on the couch, waiting for you to set everything up.
“Sure, no problem,” you answered, because it was always fun to hang out with the amazing trio.
“Great, they’re on their wa-”
And he was cut off with a knock that sounded on your front door. You paused and turned to look at Taehyung with a raised brow, only to see him sheepishly smiling at you. “Yeah, I might’ve texted them to come over about twenty minutes ago.”
You sighed and shook your head before standing up. “Just finish setting up, you moron.”
You jogged to the door when another knock sounded, not wanting to keep them waiting, and quickly swung the door open to be greeted with the sight of two smiley faces.
“__!” Jungkook greeted you and you moved aside to allow them inside.
“Hey, Kookie. Hey, Jimin,” you smiled brightly at them before ushering them inside. “Come on, we’re about to start playing.”
Jungkook nodded and quickly walked to the living room, but Jimin slowly stepped inside before stopping in front of you with that sweet angelic smile that God graced him with.
“No welcome hug for your guests?” He cocked his head to the side, and it was crazy how much he resembled a puppy you’d once seen in the pet store near your apartment building.
“Well, you two aren’t actually considered guests anymore, are you?” You chuckled but moved forward and hugged him quickly before pulling back. “But that puppy look could get you anything, Park.”
“__! Jimin! Get your asses in here, we already started the game!”
“You assholes! This is my house, you can’t just do that!” You quickly ran to the living room, and Jimin slowly walked behind you. And if you weren’t so engaged in scolding Taehyung and Jungkook as they played, not bothering to stop, so you hit the back of their heads before flopping onto the couch dejectedly, you would’ve noticed Jimin staring at you with a soft smile.
But Taehyung noticed, and he was now even more determined to put his plan in action.
“What were you two doing back there anyways? Anything you’re not telling me, __?” Taehyung teased and nudged your thigh with his foot. Jungkook snorted. Jimin only stayed quiet and tried to stop his cheeks from flushing at the mere thought of anything like that going on between you two, but you only glared at Taehyung and smacked his head with a pillow.
“It’s none of your business, just play the damn game so Jimin and I can get a turn,” you scolded, before pulling out your phone and continuing your muttering as you scrolled through something. “Ungrateful bastards. I let them use my TV and they do me like this..”
“Ha! Just admit it, I kicked your ass so good, even you’re feeling good about it,” Jungkook said with a triumphant smile as he relaxed against the back of the couch smugly.
“Fuck off,” Tae replied. “Just restart it and stop running your mouth.” He almost didn’t pay attention to the pair sitting on the other side of the couch. There you sat with Jimin, your head leaning against his shoulder and your feet resting on the coffee table, while he held up his phone so the both of you could see, both of you smiling and laughing at something on the screen. He stopped Jungkook before he could start the game and turned to the two of you.
“__, Chim. Are you two planning on playing? Kookie just beat me again so..” He trailed off.
“Huh?” You looked up from the phone, a smile still on your face, clearly too distracted to even hear him talk to you. “What was that?” You asked.
“Wanna play?” He asked again.
“Nah, I’m good. Not in the mood for it anymore.” You rested your head back against Jimin’s shoulder, before your smile fell and you lifted your head to look at him, placing your hand on his arm. Taehyung tried very hard to hide the smirk from his lips when he saw Jimin slightly, just slightly, tense at that. “Oh, I’m sorry Jimin. You should go play, you didn’t get a chance to try it out.”
Jimin quickly shook his head and waved you off with a smile. “It’s fine, I can try it some other time. I don’t even like this game that much.”
He patted his shoulder as an invite for you to lay your head there once again, and you gladly took it, the two of you immediately going back to laughing like you were minutes ago.
Taehyung felt his eyes sparkle when he was sure this would work. He could already see it. You didn’t even know that it was Jimin who’d been nagging Taehyung for weeks to get him this video game, and swore on his life that if he didn’t be the first one to try it, all hell would break loose. Clearly, that promise was broken for a simple reason.
im going shopping. wanna come?
sure. where do you wanna meet?
we’ll just pick you up on our way
We? Who was 'we’? You shook the thought of, figuring it would surely be one of the guys. So you got up and quickly got dressed, managing to put on a bit of makeup before you received a text that he was waiting for you in the car. You grabbed your phone and quickly exited your apartment.
You weren’t surprised when you saw Jimin in the driver’s seat, but you were happy it was him who came along. You loved hanging out with him. He was always so sweet and friendly, never failing to make you smile and laugh with the simplest of things.
“Took you long enough,” Taehyung said as soon as you entered the car, and you only scoffed and kicked his seat.
“NIce to see you too, asshole,” you stuck your tongue out at him, before turning to Jimin, to find him already looking at you through the rearview mirror. “Hey, Jimin.”
“Hey,” he smiled. “Ready to go?”
You nodded eagerly and he started up the car.
“Where’s the AUX cord?” You asked after a silent minute.
“Get it yourself,” Taehyung grunted, not even bothering to look up from his phone.
“God, why were we even friends..” You mumbled, before turning to Jimin.
“Jiminie, can you hand me the cord, please,” you asked sweetly, and this time, through the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice his cheeks flushing slightly.
“Um, sure just a sec.”
He fumbled around, managing to get half a second to look around between driving, trying to find it, but to no avail. “Where the hell is it?” You heard him mumble. And then something caught your eye.
“Wait it’s down there,” you pointed between his legs where it lay. near his feet at the gas pedal.
“How the hell did it get there?” Confusion was evident in his voice. “I can’t even reach there with my seatbelt on-”
You cut him off by getting up from your seat and leaning forward, trying not to get in his view. You leaned forward on the arm rest, stretching your arm as far as it could go. Your arm pushed against his thigh as you wiggled your fingers trying to close that last inch of space between your hand and the cord.
“It’s fine, I’ll get it.”
Taehyung’s brows raised when he saw your position, and if Jimin wasn’t already pink because of you being so close, he was when Taehyung let out a wolf whistle.
“I don’t think I should be seeing this,” he tsked at the two of you. You finally managed to grab the cord and began to push yourself back, unconsciously using Jimin’s thigh for support, managing to smack the back of Tae’s head before you settled back in your seat.
“Pervert,” you grumbled before plugging in the cord and playing a song of your choice. You tried to convince yourself that your face was currently flushed because of the effort you just made. But as Taehyung watched you through the mirror, he knew it wasn’t because of that.
“Taehyung, please, spare me,” you begged as he dragged the two of you along with him to another store. You couldn’t, you just couldn’t take it anymore. You feet were aching, you were hungry, you were thirsty, and if you had to deal with another bitchy sales assistant, you were about to snap.
“Yah, stop nagging,” he kept walking, and you didn’t even realize that you grabbed Jimin’s arm instead of his for support as you tried to keep walking. But you didn’t mind. His arm was warm and strong, but soft at the same time, and you found yourself latching onto him. He didn’t seem to mind, offering his arm to you to grip more comfortably so that you didn’t have to put in much effort.
“Yah, dumbass,” Jimin scolded him, and you felt yourself smile. “She’s been walking for hours and she hasn’t even eaten anything yet.”
“Great, now it’s you too,” Tae grumbled, slowing down and turning around to the two of you. The sunglasses he wore hid the amused look in his eyes at the sight of you two latched onto each other. “Why don’t you two lovebirds go get something to eat and let me finish this in peace?”
You didn’t even comment on the 'lovebirds’ part, too excited with the thought of food to think about anything else. You gripped Jimin’s arm tighter to get him to look at you, and he did. “Can we? Please?”
“Of course.” His reply was immediate, and he felt his heart damn near soaring at the sight of you latched onto his arm, looking up at him with that cute little pout. Taehyung nearly barfed at the sight of you acting so couple-y without even realizing it.
You barely spared him a glance and a 'see you later’ as you walked off, and he looked at the two of you proudly before turning around and heading for the shop in front of him.
And the two of you went on without even looking back, your arm still wrapped around his as you looked for a place to eat. “Where do you wanna go, babe?” Jimin asked, and he felt himself blush slightly when the pet name slipped past his lips before he could stop. He didn’t dare to look down to see your reaction to it, which caused him to miss the similar blush that covered your cheeks as well, but your answer was controlled and nonchalant nonetheless.
“Any where’s fine with me as long as I can stuff my face with something edible,” you groaned out and he chuckled, before carefully placing a hand on yours that was wrapped around his arm, squeezing slightly. It lasted for a mere second before removing his hand and pointing to a small diner that didn’t seem too crowded.
“How 'bout there?”
And so you went inside and sat down after finding an empty booth. You went to sit across from him, but he grabbed your arm and stopped you, a small shy smile gracing his lips.
“Sit next to me. We can share if you want.”
And you found yourself sheepishly nodding in agreement.
As it turned out, according to Jimin, 'sharing’ meant him feeding you bites of his plate, practically half of it, barely eating himself. And when you whined about him feeding you everything and not having any, he would shush you, claiming that 'he wasn’t very hungry anyways’.
kookie just texted me to meet him and joon to work on something. jimin can drop you off yeah?
“That dick,” you mumbled with a frown, sending him a quick text to say that you would go with Jimin and cuss him out along the way. “Tae just ditched us.” You looked up at Jimin to find him looking at you curiously. He looked confused for a second, before a look of realization dawned on his face. But before you could question it, he smiled once again and spoke.
“That’s fine. Whenever you wanna leave I’ll drive you.”
You stayed in that diner for about fifteen more minutes, talking and laughing as if you’d done it for years. When in reality, you two had only been friends for months, and the times you spent alone together had only been a handful and usually never lasted for more than an hour at most. So, you were kind of glad Taehyung had decided to ditch the two of you, especially when you told an especially lame joke, and Jimin did that thing where he laughed and leaned his head against your shoulder slightly.
“Thanks for the ride home, Jimin. I’ll see you tonight right?” You asked as you unbuckled your seatbelt. His eyes were confused for a second.
“We’re all going out to that new club, remember? That one Hoseok told us about,” you reminded him, and he nodded in realization.
“Ah right. Is Tae picking you up?”
“No, I’ll meet you guys-”
“I’ll come by early and pick you up,” he interrupted before you had a chance to finish your sentence.
“Really, Jimin. It’s fine, I’ll call a cab. It would be a hassle for you to come here then drive back to-”
“Do I look like the guy to take no for an answer?” He interrupted you once again and you just chuckled, defeated.
“Fine, see you tonight.”
His smile was triumphant as he watched you walk to your building, but as soon as you disappeared, the smile faded. He quickly took out his phone, looking for that contact name, before pressing call.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said.
“What do you mean?” Taehyung’s voice was filled to the brim with false innocence and obliviousness.
“__ already complains and scolds you enough about you meddling in other people’s shit. What do you think she’d do if she knows you’re pulling something on her, huh?” He tsked and huffed, even though a small part of him knew that Taehyung’s meddling plans almost always worked out in his favor, and he was partially praying that he wouldn’t give up on this one.
“Shh, just stop your nagging okay? I know what I’m doing. You’ll thank me for this one.”
Before Jimin had a chance to retort, the line went dead and Jimin huffed as he locked his phone. He leaned his head back against the seat and looked back to your building in thought for a few seconds before he started the ignition once again and drove off.
You and Jimin arrived to the club and the others were already partying in full swing, half drunk.
“Jeez, it’s not even 12 yet. What’d you do, order half the fucking menu?” You asked as you took a seat yourself with Jimin following behind.
“__! My baby, come gimme a hug.” Taehyung leaned over but you only planted your palm on his face and pushed him back.
“Not until I’ve had a few drink in me,” you snorted at his drunk pout, but he had the attention span of a baby as he was quickly distracted by a lame joke Jin was spouting off.
“I’ll get us some drink,” Jimin leaned in and spoke in your ear and you only smiled and nodded at him.
“Ah, whispering to each other now? I always knew you had a thing for shorties,” Taehyung had once again turned to you, wiggling his eyes suggestively. You narrowed your eyes.
“Oh no, I definitely don’t have a thing for you, Tae.”
“I meant Jimin. He’s the short o-”
“Oh I thought you were talking about length in other areas of the body,” you sighed with a fake confused look on your face, earning snorts and laughs from the other, as Taehyung only sent you a dirty look. Before he had a chance to retort, Jimin arrived and placed your drink in front of you, oddly enough having figured out your favorite, and sat next to you. He placed his arm on the back of your seat, his arm slightly grazing your bare back. You unconsciously leaned into him.
As the clock struck 2 AM, Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok were out on the dance floor doing god knows what, Namjoon and Suga were in some deep (most probably drunk) conversation, and Jin was one his phone (most probably drunk texting someone) considering the stupid grin on his face and the giggle he let out every once in a while.
But you and Jimin were still in your seats. Jimin had laid a bit low on the drinks, taking to keeping an eye on you when he saw how you were downing drink after drink, with clearly none of the other guys planning on staying sober and watching you.
“I think that’s enough for you, __,” he chuckled as you gulped the last bit of your drink and put it back on the table. You looked up at him, pout clearly visible on your lips.
“Just one more, Jimin. I promise it’ll be the last one,” you held up one finger.
“No,” he tsked. “You’ve had too much already, I can already see the headache you’re gonna have tomorrow.”
“You’re no fun,” you poked his chest with the finger you held up and he only laughed. The pout you had on was quickly replaced with a giggle of your own. “You have a cute laugh, Jimin.”
“Thanks, __,” he considered you being drunk a privilege since you couldn’t see the slight pink covering his cheeks.
“You’re welcome. You have a cute everything, actually. Cute face. Cute eyes. Cute nose. Cute cheeks,” you pinched his cheeks for emphasis. You paused for a second, and he nearly felt his heart fall into his stomach when he saw your gaze fall to his lips. “Cute lips.” Your voice was lower now, barely heard over the music.
Your fingers unconsciously moved from his cheeks, until your forefinger and middle finger grazed his soft lips. He visibly gulped. He looked to your eyes but found them fixed on his lips. He almost leaned in. Almost. But then he remembered.
You were drunk.
“I should take you home, it’s getting late.” His voice was choked a bit so he cleared his throat before grabbing your hand and moving it down. “Come on.”
You nodded and got up as well, wobbling slightly on your feet from the drinks you’ve had. You said goodbye to the guys but they were clearly too drunk to reply properly, as you were. You saw the other three doing some stupid shit somewhere but you only giggled drunkenly as Jimin shook his head and pulled you by the hand behind him.
You stared down at your entwined hands, thinking to yourself how much you enjoyed the warm touch. His hand was so nice to look at, but even nicer to hold. Palms soft yet firm, making you feel entirely secure, even in your drunker state. Your eyes followed up to the arm that the hand belonged to, then to the man that the arm belonged to. Even the back of his head was handsome, why had you never noticed that before.
You suddenly had the urge to be closer to him, and as soon as you stepped foot outside the club, you moved closer and looped your arm in his, your body sticking to his side completely. His body tensed for a mere second, but he only looked down at you and smiled softly and squeezed the hand that was placed around his arm.
You walked in silence to his car, the only sound being the click of your heels against the ground. He opened the car door for you as soon as you reached it, and you climbed in, resting your head back against the seat and watching as he walked to the other side of the car. He got in and buckled himself up, moving to start the car before he turned to you.
“Sweetheart, put on your seatbelt.”
You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had, or the pet name he just called you by, but you felt your head spin slightly.
“Huh?” You mumbled. He chuckled and shook his head, not bothering to reply as he leaned over to you to do it himself.
You found it strange how your heart immediately seemed to speed up when he got closer to you. It was kind of overwhelming really. You could smell his cologne clearly like this, and its smell was addicting. You could practically feel the warmth radiate from his body, because he was just that type of person, you know? You could see a tiny, barely there freckle that couldn’t even be seen unless you were mere inches from each other, which you were.
You didn’t even notice that he’d already buckled you up until he looked up so his eyes met yours, but still didn’t move away. You breathed deeply, letting out a soft sigh as eyes so beautiful stared back at you, cursing yourself for never noticing how truly, intricately enchanting they were.
“All done,” he mumbled, still not moving away.
“Thanks,” you gulped.
But then he leaned back quickly once again and cleared his throat. starting up the car and driving off.
You both let out shaky sighs simultaneously.
When he parked in front of your building, he got out of the car and quickly made his way to your door, helping you out. You stumbled slightly after having been sat down but he was quick to steady you with an arm around your waist, and he kept it there as he walked with you to your apartment building after locking his car.
You found yourself, once again, leaning into his warmth and he tightened his arm around you. As you reached the elevator, you clicked the button and waited. You couldn’t help but look up at him. God, why did it take so many drinks for you to actually look at this man and appreciate every single aspect of him? This should be done while you’re sober and completely sane, so that you could put every single inch of him to memory, so that you wouldn’t ever manage to forget a single detail.
You hoped you would remember that tomorrow.
He looked down to see you already staring at him, and you were even more mesmerized when your eyes met his. His face was so damn close now, and your heels helped in being much closer to his face. Fuck. You just couldn’t fucking help it anymore.
You leaned forward and caught his lips with yours, and he stumbled slightly with the sudden force of the kiss. However, his surprise only got him for two seconds before he immediately wrapped you up in his arms and you brought your arms around his neck, your fingers digging into his hair.
God, this felt so good.
But then the ding of the elevator sounded and he quickly but gently pushed you away, one arm still around your waist. Both of you were breathing heavily, your eyes frantically searching each other’s.
“__, sweetheart. You shouldn’t… You’re drunk,” he sighed, stroking your hair and bringing it away from your eyes.
“But,” you stepped closer once again, pecking his lips fast before he could stop you. You felt a sudden wave of confidence. Your mind was hazy, partially from the amount of alcohol you’d consumer throughout the night. But still. "I want you,“ you breathed out.
"God,” he whispered and closed his eyes. He brought his forehead down to rest against yours, breathing in deeply then letting it out slowly. “You’re drunk,” he repeated, as though convincing himself rather than you. “Come on.”
He pulled you in the elevator, pressing the button to your floor. You leaned against him, your head in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t help but place your lips there, barely grazing the skin. It just seemed so soft and inviting, and he smelled so good you felt intoxicated.
His eyes fluttered shut when you pressed a soft kiss there, your hand resting against his firm chest, slowly going up and down the solid expanse. But once again, he was awoken by the ding of the elevator and he grabbed the hand that was on his chest to pull you out of the elevator and to your apartment.
He managed to help you find your apartment key from your purse and unlocked it to let you in. You immediately kicked off your heels and dropped down to your height, and he found himself smiling at how adorable that was.
However, that adorableness was quickly swept away when as soon as he closed the door, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning up on your tippy-toes to bring your face closer to his. “Can I kiss you now?” You whispered, your nose grazing against his. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping into the skin.
“Baby..” The name slipped out without him realizing it, and it only dazed you even more. “Let me take you to bed. You should sleep this off, yeah?”
“Jimin,” you whined out. “I’m not even that drunk, I only had like-”
“Eight drinks? Yeah, I counted,” he grasped onto the self control he kept especially reserved for when he was around you and pushed you away. “Now, come on. Off to bed.”
You pouted like a little kid but turned around nonetheless, and you tripping on your own two feet was enough proof that he’d made the right decision, even if he wanted oh so badly to kiss you and ravish you till the sun came up.
He got you in bed, and after whining for a few seconds about him being a 'buzz kill’, you dozed off.
The corners of his mouth slid upwards and his eyes sparkled at the sight of you all cozied up in blankets. He rarely ever got to see you asleep, less than a handful of times when you’d doze off on the couch when you were all hanging out. And he always appreciated those moments. You looked so peaceful and soft and tender, just begging to be held and cuddled up to.
But he restrained, only leaning down and placing a feather light kiss to your forehead before making his way outside.
He sighed. Tonight, he’d reached a whole new level of self control he never knew he could exhibit.
You two hadn’t spoken of that night, but you would be fucking dumb not to notice the change that happened after that.
Despite him thinking you were too shitfaced to remember anything from that night, you still remembered that kiss. It was clear and vivid in your mind, how could you manage to forget? You groaned and buried your face in your pillow in embarrassment when the memory hit you, knowing you were drunk and you came on too strong. And Jimin was just too nice to push you away and tell you to manage on your own in your state of drunkenness.
So you settled for keeping your lips shut and saving yourself the embarrassment.
And Jimin didn’t utter a word either, thinking you completely forgot about the whole thing, and if you did, you weren’t planning on mentioning it.
But even a blind person could see the change between the two of you. The change in how you acted around each other, looked at each other, talked to each other. The hugs that were more frequent and lasted just half a second longer, but that half a second truly did count. The touches that looked purely accidental, but truly weren’t. His hand would brush against yours, and when you’d look up to him, he would be looking somewhere else. His arm always managing to rest behind you whenever you two would be sitting next to each other, slowly moving closer until it was practically wrapped around your shoulder.
Those little changes.
And then there was Kim Taehyung. That kid seemed to go from subtle teasing to downright shameless.
“You two want to bone each other so bad.”
“Kim Taehyung if you don’t shut your fucking mouth..”
“What? It’s true..”
He just wouldn’t let up. He knew there was something, and it was practically impossible for you to just grow some balls and get it over with, and he was too impatient to wait for that.
“Move your ass out of the way,” he groaned from his spot on the couch, trying to look around you and see the TV, engrossed in the game show he’d just caught on to.
“Where the hell is my beanie, Kim Taehyung? It’s my favorite one and I know it’s your favorite too so where is it?” You snapped, hands on your hips in a pose that made you look somewhat motherly, but goddammit he just brought out that side of you.
Jimin sat next to Taehyung, amusement clear on his face as he enjoyed watching the two of you bicker rather than the TV show.
“I told you __, I don’t know,” he whined out. “I can just buy one on my own, why the hell would I steal yours when I know I’m gonna get shit from you!”
“Oh, bite me. You were the one who wore it last, so just tell me where the hell you put it so that-”
You were cut off with your own squeak when he grabbed your arm and pulled you down. However, it wasn’t towards him. Oh no, it was to his right. Jimin let out an 'oomph’ when you landed on his lap, his hands immediately gripping your hips to steady you. Your hands were on his chest, and you thanked god your knee hadn’t landed in a way to hit a certain sensitive area.
But then you realized how close you two were. His face right in front of yours, stray strands of hair falling forward onto your face because of the sudden force of your fall, some even tickling his face because of your proximity.
To say the least, your breath was quite literally knocked out of you, your lips agape as you stared at him in chock, and he reciprocated the look you held.
You gulped when one of his hands came up and pushed your hair away from your face, and dear god you could’ve fucking melted right there because this just felt too familiar to you.
“Oh my god.”
Taehyung’s groan awakened you both from your trance, and you immediately jumped up, hastily brushing back your hair and fixing your clothes. You cleared your throat and tried to find the right words to say, not even in the right state of mind to think about choking your poor excuse of a best friend who was smirking at you as if it were his fucking job.
“I should, erm.. Yeah, see you guys later.”
You walked quickly to the front door, bumping into Hoseok along the way, muttering out a quick apology.
“What’s up with her?”
“Oh nothing, she and Jimin just almost kissed-”
“Would you mind your fucking business for once Taehyung?” You heard Jimin groan out before you left the dorms.
“Jimin, just kiss her already. Seeing you guys like this is torture.”
You couldn’t help it. You had to hear where this was going, even if Taehyung was being an annoying prick who couldn’t keep his nose out of other people’s business. You wanted to hear what he had to say.
“Taehyung, for the last time. Get off my back, okay? It’s none of your business.”
“But you two clearly like each other, only one kiss will-”
“We have kissed, you idiot.”
Your eyes widened.
“What?” Taehyung gasped. “You’re telling me this now? When did that happened? Where? I mean - how? Did you two sleep together? Why aren’t-”
“She was drunk, Tae,” Jimin sighed, and you heard shifting before he continued talking. “She was drunk,” he repeated. “I don’t even know if she remembers it. And if she does, she hasn’t said anything about it, which clearly means she regrets it.”
You heart clenched in guilt, he thought you regretted it?
“Have you not seen the way she’s been acting around you?” Taehyung said in an incredulous tone.
“Maybe she just feels awkward around me after that night,” he sighed again, and it took everything in you not to shout 'no’ at the top of your voice, but you had to be patient. This had to be done properly. “Stop forcing her into stuff with me, I don’t like it, Tae. If there’s something, it’ll happen.”
But then, for once, you felt like you needed that push to grow some balls and do something. And you knew you’d regret it later because then Tae would never let you hear the end of it, but you needed his help.
“Hey, __.” He greeted you with a large smile and a tight hug that you savored before letting go and smiling up at him. “Tae just texted me. Is he here already?” He asked as he walked into he living room, confused when he saw no one there.
“Erm,” you walked behind him and scratched the back of your neck nervously. “No, he’s not.”
“That kid, he’s always late-”
“Actually,” you interrupted him and he looked up at you from where he’d taken a seat on the couch. “He’s not coming?”
His eyebrows rose up in surprise, but then a tinkling of a smile showed on his lips. “Did he cancel again? That prick..”
“I asked him to text you to come over because I’m too much of a wimp to do it myself,” you blurted out.
This time, pure surprise was shown over his face, no smile hidden there as he tried to interpret what you had to say carefully. You slowly walked over to him and sat down right next to him, sideways so that your knee was brushing against his thigh.
“You could’ve just texted me, __. You know I’d come if you asked.” His words were simple but they definitely held a deeper meaning to them , and the soft look he held in his eyes gave you that bit of courage that you needed.
“Well, yeah, but..” You leaned forward slowly. “I was kind of nervous because there’s something that I’ve been wanting to do. Ever since that night..”
His eyes flickered down to your lips as you came closer.
“You remember?” He mumbled.
“You don’t regret it?”
You shook your head.
“Does that mean I can kiss you?”
He rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds, before shifting his head just slightly and giving you a gentle kiss. He pulled away after feeling your lips and looked into your eyes, both of your breathing shallow and shaky. But then he couldn’t control himself anymore and grabbed both sides of your head, bringing you into a desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth, laced with desperation and want that had been held back for far too long.
He carefully started pushing you back until your body laid back completely against the couch, and he made his way in top of you. Your hands started roaming, having a mind of their own. Yours traveled across his back and torso, feeling every inch of muscle and inviting soft skin. His hands gripped your thighs and rubbed them up and down every once in a while, enjoying the feel of your bare skin that was exposed because of your shorts.
“Jimin..” Your whisper was meant for his ears only, and he never thought he’d enjoy the sound of hearing his own name before. He peppered kisses down your neck, small kisses turning more passionate and hungry, his tongue sneaking out to have a taste of the skin he’d been dying to get his mouth on for who knows how long.
There was nothing on your mind but Jimin. Only Jimin. With each mind-numbing kiss he gave you, any thought unrelated to him evaporated from your mind. Your body was heating up with each touch he gave you, and with each new patch of skin he discovered.
“We need-” He panted in between pressing kisses and sucking a hicky to a certain spot at the spot where your neck met your shoulder. “We need to go to the bedroom..”
In seconds, you found yourself in your bedroom being thrown on the bed, after Jimin had stumbled through the hall with you in his arms, trying to find his way to the bedroom successively without moving his lips away.
Clothes were thrown everywhere, and then the room was filled with the sound of your pants, and his mouth moving against your heat in the most delicious of ways. The sucking noises his mouth made as he sucked on your clit, or the wet slick noise when his tongue moved faster against you, so lewd and erotic. It had you bucking your hips up to him, moaning his name loudly and grabbing his hair to push him closer.
“Jimin, fuck -"you cried out when you felt him slowly insert one of his fingers into you, pushing it all the way until it was knuckle deep before he started thrusting.
Your panting was even faster now, your chest heaving up and down quickly with each breath you tried to catch. Your eyes were closed and your head was thrown back, but then you suddenly remembered that you wanted to see this, all of this. You needed to see everything.
You looked down, and the sight only had you clenching tightly around his finger. Those plump lips slicked and shiny with your wetness, his tongue slipping out to taste you. His lips would wrap around your clit every few seconds, earning loud desperate cries from you in return. But what had you going the most was the look in his eyes.
His eyes weren’t staring up at you, they were fixed on the sight right in front of him, watching with the look of a starved man who wanted to completely and wholly devour you with everything he had.
"Fuck! Fuck yes.”
The sight was cut off from you when you threw your head back against the mattress, unable to take it when you felt another finger enter you while he simultaneously sucked on your clit. “God this feels so good..” Your words were whimpered out, and you were sure he heard them when you heard and felt his approving hum against you.
He pulled his mouth away from your for a little bit, finally looking up t the sight of you flushed and wrecked from his mouth and fingers only. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby.” His tone was soft in contrast to his words.
“Baby. Jimin, Jimin I’m coming..” Your words were rushed out and frantic, trying to warn him, but he only quickened the pace of his fingers and leaned down once again to get his tongue on you. “Oh fucking - fuck Jimin!”
Your back arched and your thighs tensed up, clenching around his head as he continued to move his fingers and mouth against you to ride out your high, and you would’ve thought you were choking him with your thighs if it weren’t for the pleased groan he let out against you and the soft squeeze he gave to your thighs.
Your back flopped down against the bed as you tried to control your breathing, finally relaxing when you felt him retreat his tongue and fingers. He placed soft kisses to the insides of your thighs, running his hands up and down your skin for a few seconds before he started to make his way up your body.
The look he gave you was lustful yet full of love, probably a deadly combination and a warning that he, for sure, wasn’t anywhere near done with you.
“Fuck!” Your voice was practically a squeal, and you weren’t one to be blamed with the way Jimin was pounding you into the mattress, head resting against the pillows, ass up and his for the taking. “Jimin, please don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it,” he groaned out, and you let out another squeal, this one caused from both surprise and pleasure, when his hand came down harshly against your ass, accompanied with a hard thrust that had you flying forward.
This was the third time you were going at it, and you could already tell it wouldn’t be the last one for the night. It seemed as though your lust for each other was insatiable, and who were you two to keep it that way?
“Uh, fuck,” you didn’t care how whiny your moans sounded at the moment because you were getting fucked good by the man you wanted for a long time, and he was clearly appreciating you being vocals as his thrusts got faster and harsher with each sound you made.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he breathed out. “All mine. Gonna fuck you for hours, baby, till you fucking beg me to stop.”
He leaned his body down so his torso was completely flush against your back, sweaty skin sticking to the other as he sandwiched you between his body and the mattress. His hips stopped moving as one of his elbows rested near your head for leverage, with his other hand grabbed yours tightly and held it against the mattress. He said nothing as he moved some of the hair that was stuck to the back of your neck with his nose before he placed his lips there softly.
Then his hips slowly started back up, the angle hitting you so much deeper, and you couldn’t describe how much the euphoria heightened with the feeling of his every limb stuck and tangled with yours. His legs keeping your legs spread open to his liking, his toes clenching against your own each time he flexed to move his hips. His hips flush against your ass, feeling him move every single muscle against you.
It just felt too much, you felt like you were going to scream. So you dropped your head to the pillow still beneath your head, your mouth biting into the soft material to hold in your desperate cry when he reached a spot so deep in you, it had you seeing stars. He stilled his hips there for a few seconds and you felt like you were going to cry. But Jimin clearly didn’t approve of you trying to tone down your noises, removing his hand from yours to grip the pillow and remove it from your face before throwing it away somewhere.
With your hand now free, you grabbed at the headboard desperately when he started moving his hips again, your eyes fluttering shut and your mouth hanging open. “Jimin. Fuck.. Fuck yes! Faster, faster.”
HIs movements got faster and more erratice with each word you said until he was pounding you again, but fuck this was so much hotter because you could hear every fucking sound he made right against your ear. Those quick, short breaths that shook with his thrusts, the chocked back moans and groans. Your name. Your name leaving his lips was like liquid gold, just entirely too beautiful.
“__,” he groaned. “Come on, baby. You gotta come for me.”
As if to prove his words, his free hand wedged itself between the mattress and your body to make its way to your clit, and he didn’t waste a second to rub quick circles onto it, needing you to come right this second before he fucking exploded.
“Oh god, Jimin. There. Right there! Baby please don’t stop!” Your hand gripped the headboard tighter and he removed his elbow from the mattress to place his hand on top of yours, gripping tightly to gain as much leverage to keep fucking you good.
“I’m coming, yes - fuck yes,” you moaned out. “Jimin.”
You dragged his name out as you felt warmth spread through every single fiber of your body, your eyes closing as you were blinded with ecstasy. You panted and moaned and whimpered, wriggling beneath his body, sensitive to the thrusts he was still delivering to your weak body as he chased his own high.
“Fuck fuck fuck. __,” he groaned out, his hips stilling when he was buried balls deep inside you, and your head dropped against the mattress, eyes rolling back in pleasure when you felt his cock twitch and his warmth filling you only half a second later. His hand tightened around yours, and he removed them from the headboard to place them on the mattress near your heads. His head rested on your shoulder, his warm breaths running across your back in the most soothing way possible.
You two stayed that way for about half a minute before he decided to move and pull out of you. He dropped his body next to yours, both of you still panting and extremely sweaty, but he didn’t care and was quick to wrap you up on his arms and bringing you to rest on his chest.
You were quiet. There was still some talking you two needed to do. But at the moment, you settled for tracing shaped on his bare chest with the tip of your finger, before he slowly brought his hand up to yours, the tip of his finger nudging yours. t was a silent invitation, and you lifted your palm up without hesitation for him to entwine his fingers with yours.
You both squeezed simultaneously and then he brought them up to his lips and pressed a tiny kiss to your hand.
For once, you were actually pretty fucking grateful for Kim Taehyung’s meddling methods.
Requested by @tanovic54321 : Can u do a fluff Sherlock imagine where his gf accompanies him to a family thing & she brings her sons for the first time his family (& him)meet them & slowly people realizes that the two little boys are tiny versions of Sherlock & Mycroft?
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 1,169
Warnings: This is mostly focused on the kids.
A/N: As someone who has lived this kind of situation (as in the kid’s point of view) I figured it would be too much to have many people there, so I reduced it a bit.
It was a big step – a huge step, more likely – for Sherlock and (Y/N)’s relationship. They never expected to get that far and so they decided to keep the kids out of it.
She had two young boys, smart and sympathetic, highly functional kids. Sherlock knew about them and even liked them in spite of having met them only two or three times maximum.
“Are you sure about this?” She stuttered. They were outside her home and the kids were inside. Sherlock wanted to take them all to a family thing.
“Of course I’m sure,” Sherlock assured, acting offended by the question. “I’ve never been more sure in my life.”
“I’m sure the correct word is ‘surer’, Sher.” (Y/N) chuckled.
“Surer sounds stupid.” Sherlock beamed, “Now call the boys and let’s go.”
(Y/N) hesitated but eventually called them. Sherlock noticed how the oldest one was clearly bigger than the other, not only in height but also he was chubbier. The younger one had a curly mess on his head, and he seemed to be skinnier and shyer.
“Michael, Shepherd, remember Mister Holmes?” (Y/N) asked as she pushed the two boys out.
“How do you do?” They both asked in mechanical voices.
“Nice to see you again, lads.” Sherlock greeted back.
“Mommy, is he going to take us to jail?” Shepherd, the younger, inquired.
“No, not at all,” Sherlock replied.
“Obviously,” Michael snapped, “he only takes criminals to jail. If you knew how to properly read, you’d know.”
“Enough, Michael.” (Y/N) warned. The kid shut his mouth but he kept the superiority pose.
“Where are we going, Mister Holmes?” Shepherd continued.
“I’m taking you to my country house to meet my parents and my brother,” Sherlock explained calmly.
“Why?” Shepherd asked.
“Because he’s mommy’s new boyfriend!” Michael huffed.
Shepherd gasped and tried to act surprised. Before (Y/N) could reply, Shep punched Michael’s arm.
“We had to keep it secret!” Shepherd cried.
“Enough!” (Y/N) split them. “Are you sure you want to take them?”
Sherlock giggled warmly. “Yes, my mother will love them.”
I told @luciemiddleford how I would really like
there to be a rival for Chat Noir’s affections in upcoming seasons. Not like another superhero or akuma, but a normal civilian who notices how freaking awesome this cat is and makes Ladybug have to work for Chat’s affections. Her reaction was something along the lines of “oh HELL yes” and she planted ideas in my brain, guys. IDEAS.
I’m not a fanfic writer. Brytte is, but she refused to turn her ideas into a fic. Half of the blame for this goes to her. Maybe 75%….no, no. 68.2%.
Seeing as how this glorious honor has been entrusted to me, you can guess where this is going. Y’all should know my M O by now.
Chapter 1: The Not-So-Epic Beginning of an Average Relationship
Chat Noir and Ladybug Save the Day™
LB leaves and a civilian approaches Chat
Let’s call her…idk Marie-Suzanne
because she’s French, you see ¬‿¬
she doesn’t want an autograph or anything
she just wants to make sure he’s ok and thank him for saving her sister
she has shoulder-length caramel colored hair with grey eyes that look like twin storm cl–
–what? That’s been done…?
ummmm….she looks like Jane Q. Public
…dammit I should’ve gone with that name…
ANYway, Chat is touched that some rando citizen cares about his well being
after blushing enough that it’s a miracle he’s still alive, they part ways…for now
Hey There! I'm from Brazil and I love your texts so much! <3 <3 If you wish, can you make a scenario for Domestic!Eiji with his kids? I've read all those stories with dad Baku but just uncle Eiji. This boy need some love
Hello, from the USA! Thank you for the support, my dear! I love my international followers. I hope you enjoy this~ also psa this trash is what happens when you have an exam but you still wanna put something out for best boy’s birthday
Kirishima trudges through the door with tired heavy shoulders. He kicks off his shoes, haphazardly throwing them by the door. A heavy sigh fall from his lips. He scratches his scalp, ruffling the red locks that had fallen out of their gelled stated hours ago. Kirishima drags his feet through his house, weighed down by the fatigue stinging in his muscles. He groans when he falls face first into the living room sofa. It’s strange. He’s been dreaming about this moment all day, this exact moment, falling into the plush cushions and letting out a low groan.
He can’t even move, much less think as his eyelids become heavy with sleep. He sighs again. This day … this damn day.
Soft snores falling from his lips as his chest rises in an even pattern. Kirishima can’t remember a time when he’s been this tired … exhausted … drained. He can’t drum up a recent memory.
At least the agency let him go home early today. In fact, they insisted upon it, nearly pushing him out of the door with his bag in hand. Although Kirishima had no idea why, he didn’t object even though he normally would’ve. He just wanted to get home today … home to you, his son, his sofa …
He groans feeling the pressure of two little hands pushing on his side. Kirishima’s blearily opens his eyes to the messy black hair and (e/c) eyes of his little boy.
“Hey, Yuu,” he yawns as he brings a hand up to ruffle Eiyuu’s hair, “What’s up, little man?”
“Papa, wake up!”
“Ah, Yuu, let Papa sleep, please. I’m really tired, buddy. We can play later if you want.”
“No, Papa. Wake up now!”
“Papa!” Eiyuu whines, pressing on Kirishima’s side harder, “Mama has cake! Wake up!”
“Wait, why does (Name) has cake?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “And wait … why … why did the agency let me off early today …”
Kirishima bolts upwards when he sees you walk into the living room with cake in hands and a gentle smile on your face. He pales. He forgot. How could he forget? He immediately hops to his feet, stumbling slightly as his aching legs struggle to support him. He scratches his the back of his head nervously as he fumbles for words. You hold your hand up, and your husband silences.
“Before you start freaking out, it’s not our anniversary,” you say, setting the cake down on the coffee table, “It’s your birthday, silly.”
He blinks, “My … my birthday?”
“Cake!” Eiyuu cheers, staring at the white and red frosting.
“Yes, it’s your birthday,” you grin as you peck him on the lips, “Eiyuu, why don’t you give Papa the gift you made.”
Your son looks at you then back at the cake once more before trotting off to his room. Kirishima sighs, plopping back on the couch. You sit next to him and rest your head on his chest. His arms wraps around you, drawing you closer to him. You turn his head with your hands and place a sweet kiss on his lips. Kirishima blinks at you with wide eyes like he doesn’t really believe that today is actually his birthday.
“Did … did Yuu really make me something for my birthday?”
“And you didn’t tell him to?”
“I did not. Just wait. I think you’re going to love this.”
Eiyuu returns with a piece of paper carefully held in his hands. He stands before the sofa, unmoving and looking from parent to parent. Kirishima removes his arm from around you and rests his elbows on his knees, suddenly feeling the fatigue lift from his body as he looks down at Eiyuu
“Yuu, do you have a present for me?” he asks.
Eiyuu doesn’t respond. He climbs onto the couch, wedging his way in between you and your husband, still holding the his paper as delicately as his three-year-old hands can.
“Here,” Eiyuu says, presenting paper, “I drawed it by myself.”
Kirishima gently takes the drawing from his tiny hands, staring at it lovingly. Well … “drawing” is a bit generous. It more resembles three messily drawn scribbles. One, with crazy red spikes sticking from the top, the other with unruly (h/c) squiggles, and the final blob in middle with wild black strands popping out. Eiyuu looks at Kirishima, trying to gauge his expression.
Kirishima grins, “You did this all by yourself? For Papa?”
“Yuu! This is so good! I love it! Wow, I’ve got to show everyone at work!”
“Absolutely, buddy! This is my favorite gift ever and I’m gonna put this on my desk so everyone can see my awesome family!” he praises, wrapping his arms around the you and his son.
Eiyuu grins back and shows off the razor sharp teeth he undoubtedly inherited from his father. Kirishima laughs, squeezing his family. He can’t even feel the heaviness in the arms. He doesn’t even remember feeling tired. All he can feel is the warmth spreading throughout his chest and the two people he loves most in his arms.
“Mama, can we have cake now?”
“I don’t know, baby. It’s Papa’s birthday cake so you should ask him.”
“Papa, can we have cake now?”
“Absolutely, little man.”
“Eiyuu, remember what we say to Papa first?”
“Oh, yeah! Happy birthday, Papa!”
“Happy birthday, Eijirou.”
“Thanks, guys. This really is the best birthday ever.”
If Carlisle was smart he would’ve fucked w/ conspiracy theory culture like he shoud’ve known to Keanu Reeves that shit like everyone is convinced he’s an immortal vampire they even have paintings of dudes that look like him throughout the centuries and when someone is like “the resemblance is uncanny!!” Carlisle is just like “woaaahhhhh no way. That’s sooooo crazy” and so Carlisle the immortal vampire becomes a townwide meme nobody takes seriously
Bruce Wayne/Batman X Reader- She Seems Interesting (Part 3)
I’M BACK!! The writing camp was so much fun and I learned so much!!! I’m sorry for making you guys wait so long for my next fic, but the wait is now over!! Hopefully I’ll get back on schedule by tomorrow!!
anastasia!au where jimin is anastasia and jeongguk is dimitri. jimin is desperate to get to paris to find his family, however not possessing travel papers he is unable to leave for paris. hearing that jeongguk and taehyung are the people he should look for if he would like to obtain travel papers, he seeks them out, only for them to persuade him into pretending to be the dowager empress’ grandson. now their eventful journey to paris has begun.
“are you trying to tell me that you think that i am royalty?” “all i’m trying to tell you is that i’ve seen thousands of boys all over the country and not one of them resembles him as much as you do.” “i knew you were crazy from the beginning but now i think you are both mad.”
Request: Hi Tori! You’re like my favorite author ever. Could you maybe write one where Bucky cheats on the reader, of course she’s heartbroken and when he realizes what he’s done he does everything to get her back? With happy or sad ending, whatever you prefer
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: probs super short and I’m sorry in advance, pls don’t attack me
A/N: Tomorrow I’m writing the happy ending and Friday I’m writing the sad ending and then this series will be dooonneeee. P.s. I’ll fix any mistakes in the mornin’.
Another month passes. You and Bucky hang out occasionally. He’s put his all into gaining your trust back. You’ve went out for lunch some more, he would send you flowers from time to time and anytime he was around you, he did his all to make you laugh.
The whole team noticed how hard Bucky was working to win you back (as you can tell, word travels around fast in that building).
Bucky was planning the ultimate level up. He noticed how calm you were around him; how comfortable you were. It was almost as if you two had never broken up (not that you kissed or went further than that).
“Don’t do this man.” Steve tells his best friend.
“Why not?” Bucky questioned.
“This is huge, it might scare her off. She may say yes to being your girlfriend, hell, she’ll most definitely say yes to being your friend again but I don’t think she’ll say yes to being your wife.” he says and Bucky frowned.
He had been planning on asking you to marry him. I know, risky as fuck but he was confident that you’d say yes. Even so, he’d still spend the rest of his life making it up to you for what happened nearly 4 months ago.
“I just don’t want you to be heartbroken when she says no, Buck.” Steve sighed.
Bucky nods his head little by little before speaking. “Yeah, you’re right. It was a stupid idea. I’m lucky enough to even talk to her without it getting all awkward and weird.”
Natasha watched Bucky fiddle with his fingers, a frown set upon his lips which made her frown. “Dude.. I-” she paused for a moment. Did she really want to tell him? Should she even tell him? Screw it. “Y/N still loves you.”
This catches both Steve and Bucky off guard. “What?”
Natasha nods. “A couple of days ago she told me she still loved you. I don’t know if the love is strong enough for marriage but you won’t know until you try.”
Steve turns to Natasha with a very angry look but she pays no attention to him.
“Really? She said she still loves me?” the hope gleaming in Bucky’s eyes were prominent.
Natasha nods. Bucky pauses for a moment before a smile makes its way to his lips. “Wish me luck, I’m going through with this.”
Bucky turned away and practically ran over to his room to call you.
“Bucky wait!” Steve had shouted but his friend did not stop. Steve then turned to Natasha, clearly pissed. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
The red heads eyebrows knit together. “What?”
“You told Bucky to go and ask Y/N to marry him. Are you out of your damn mind?” Steve replied.
“She loves him, he loves her, I don’t see the problem.” she shook her head.
“The problem is that there’s a possibility she’ll say no and when she does, Bucky will be heartbroken and he won’t come out of his room, he won’t eat, he won’t shower.” Steve rambled. “He’s better off just being friends with her rather than risking their whole relationship.”
“And there’s a possibility that she’ll say yes. Steve, Y/N still loves him and I believe she’ll say yes.” Natasha replied. “Yes he fucked up but over these four months haven’t you seen how hard he was working on gaining her trust back? He was patient, he wasn’t pushing her to get back together, he did everything he possibly could to keep her happy and it worked. I think this will turn out fine.”
Steve took a step closer to Natasha and pointed his finger at her. “You’re giving him false hope. I refuse to see my best friend sad!”
“But there is a chance that she’ll say yes and he’ll be happy, Steve!” she exclaimed. “You can’t always base things off of the ‘what if’s’. Sometimes you just have to be a little risky. This risk may lead to his happiness - or heartbreak but that’s for him to figure out.”
“I know you’re trying to look out for him, but he’s a grown man. He can take care of himself. Let him take the risk.” she added, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Steve sighed. “Fine but you’re the one who’s gonna take care of him when he refuses to come out of his room.”
When Bucky got to his room, he immediately called you.
“Bucky! To what do I owe this pleasure?” you spoke after answering the call.
Bucky smiled. “Hey, I was just wondering if you’d maybe want to get dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Tomorrow night.. Hmm..” you respond. “Sorry Bucky but tomorrow night I’m going out to dinner with Manny, my coworker.”
At this, Bucky frowns. Manny, that son of a bitch. He had been trying to get with you since he started working with you. Constantly flirting with you, touching you whenever he had the chance. It aggravated Bucky. He had told him to back off countless of times but Manny was a adamant about getting with you. And for clearly the wrong reasons.
You had sat through his silence, trying your hardest not to laugh. You knew Bucky disliked Manny and thought that this would be pretty funny, and it was. Deciding that enough was enough, you cleared your throat.
“I was joking, Bucky.” you say and almost instantly, you hear him sigh.
“Oh thank god.” he breathed out. “You know he just wants to have sex with you right?”
“He makes it very obvious and I also make it very obvious that I’m not interested.” you respond.
“He irks me.” Bucky huffed.
You let out a small laugh. “So tomorrow night?”
“Yep. You there or am I gonna be eating alone?” he questioned.
“Are you gonna pay for dinner?” you ask, making a face even though he couldn’t see you.
“Yes, I’m paying for dinner.” he laughed.
“Free food then I’m there.” you beam. “What time should I be ready by?”
“Eight thirty.” Bucky responds.
“You got it dude. See you - Wait, what’s the dress code?”
“Put on your most fanciest dress and your most expensive heels. We’re eating like royalty tomorrow.” he spoke and you let out a high pitched squee.
“You’ve just made a bad decision, James. I’m ordering everything on the menu. I’ll be at your bank accounts funeral.” you say, causing Bucky to laugh.
“Order whatever you want, it’s on Tony.” Bucky replied.
“He agreed to pay? Wow.” you say.
“Pfft. As if.” Bucky scoffed. “Took some credit cards from him. That dude has a lot, it’s crazy.”
You hum. “I’m beginning to see the resemblance between you and Natasha.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.” he spoke, making you laugh. “Okay so eight thirty pm. Be ready.”
“You got it, soldier.”
Even though Steve wanted to look out for Bucky, Natasha was right. He can take care of himself. Which was why he was in Bucky’s room, helping him get ready for tonight.
“What about a suit? A tux?” Steve threw out suggestions and Bucky scoffed.
“What, am I getting married tonight?” he let out a chuckle.
“No but it’s quite close Bucky.” Steve responds.
“I just don’t want it to seem like I’m trying too hard.” he says, looking through his drawers.
Steve moved around his clothes that were hanging until he came across a simple black button up. He pulled it out and showed it to his friend.
“What about this?” he questioned.
Bucky turned around and started at it for a while before nodding. “Yeah, I’ll wear that and some black jeans.”
“I’ll get you some dress shoes.” Steve spoke, exiting Bucky’s room.
He took this time to get dressed, nervously buttoning up the shirt and tugging his pants up his legs. Bucky put his hair in a bun, pieces of hair falling out in the front due to how short it was compared to the back. Steve came back with dress shoes and Bucky put them on before looking at himself in the mirror.
“This is all wrong.” he spoke. “It’s not perfect.”
He goes to rip the shirt open but Steve stopped him. “No! You’re not doing this again!”
They both looked to the floor where ripped shirts were scattered everywhere. Bucky had tried on many outfits but didn’t like any of them, resulting in him literally ripping them off because he had to look perfect. Bucky frowned.
“I need new shirts.”
Bucky had knocked on your apartment door at 8:00 sharp. You were finishing your makeup when you opened the door, surprised to see Bucky standing there.
“I’m here.” he smiled with his hands in his pockets.
“You’re early.” you state. “I still have thirty minutes to get ready.”
“But I’m hungry now.” he whined like a kid.
At his words, your stomach grumbled. “Now I’m hungry too.” you also whine like a kid.
You playfully roll your eyes before walking back to the bathroom. “Thirty minutes!”
Bucky steps in and checks the time. “Actually twenty-eight!”
Bucky laughs and sits down on your couch as he waited for you. As if Winter sensed he was there, the bunny came hopping out of your room and over to Bucky.
“Hey Winter.” Bucky grinned, picking him up. He pet the bunny while you finished getting ready and when you were done, you put Winter in his new bought cage (so that he wouldn’t… Make a mess.) before leaving.
You don’t know how but Bucky had gotten a really nice table. Everything was going great, the wine was great, the food was great, and you’re pretty sure the dessert was great even though you had barely ordered it.
Bucky was freaking out, his palms were clammy and he was pretty sure he was visibly sweating. His heart was about to pop out of his chest and onto the empty plate in front of him. The waiter comes out with your dessert and Bucky gulps. It was time.
You had ordered not one, but two molten lava cakes along with a to go box. One for you and one you were going to bring home to Natasha. She was a sucker for molten lava cakes.
“I love these.” you say, grabbing your spoon after boxing up Natasha’s cake.
Bucky was starting to get uncomfortably hot. You dug your spoon into the mess of chocolate, frowning when there was no extra chocolate oozing out of it.
“What the? Bucky, I think the waiter messed up-” you stop mid sentence when you discovered a shiny object inside of it. With your thumb and index finger, you pull it out only to see a ring. Confused, you look up at Bucky only to see that he was now kneeling down in front of you.
“Y/N I love you and I know that I messed up really badly four months ago and you should really not forgive me for what happened but I. Love. You. The past four years we’ve been together have been the best years of my life. I loved waking up to your face when we’d spend the night with each other and how you sing along with every song in Burlesque. I love the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you refuse to believe that you have freckles on your left shoulder-”
“Because I don’t.” you interject and Bucky chuckles.
“I love when you don’t wear makeup because you’re beautiful without it and I love that you’re so kind and loving and caring. Y/N you’re the best thing to ever happen to me and I know I should just let you go and date other people because trying to keep you to myself is a selfish move in the situation that I’m in but I don’t care. You’re the one for me and I’m sorry that I fucked up and made you think otherwise. I will always hate myself for what I did to you.” he then paused. “I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you Y/N.”
Bucky then grabs the ring from your fingers and looks up at you again. “Will you marry me?”
A/N: Shit man 2 more parts and it’s done + this wasn’t as short as I thought it would be, disregard what the warning said.
nanachiiiiii make me sad please maybe a scenario with aomine having a fight with his s/o as shes about to tell him shes carrying his child in her belly and you know harsh words which leaves the s/o broken and they split up obv then years from now their path crosses once again and then happy ending please oh please
lord jesus christ idk this had been my writer’s block for the past week and idk what i just wrote nor do i even think its good ugHHH T - T SORRY BUT HERE YOU GO DEAR ;;;
the alcohol wore off and the pounding in his head subsided to a small thud,
Aomine groaned loudly. He reached out for the hundredth time, trying to find
the familiar heat that used to greet him in the mornings; that made him smile;
only to feel the cold air hit his fingertips. Ignoring the urge to sigh yet
again, Aomine sat up and stared lazily around the room.
that you had been gone for years shouldn’t phase him-it shouldn’t even be in
his mind. But, since the moment you left, his heart couldn’t stop throbbing.
Aomine could care less about the fact he was going to be late for work today,
because today was going to be one of those days he needed for himself. He
needed time to reconcile; to accept that his life will continue being this way.
hold of yourself.” Aomine mumbled as he ran a hand through his bed hair.
Getting up from his bed, he took a moment to stare at the photo near his side.
Took in the smile you and him shared. The way your lips were formed in the
photo; adorning the blush you had on your cheeks. He was captivated.
It was the
same expression you had that day when you woke him up from his nap. The same
smile, the same flushed cheeks-it was all there. But the moment he opened his
eyes, he kissed his teeth; turning away in favor of getting more shut eye.
“I’m trying to sleep ____.” Aomine muttered,
throwing his arm over his eyes to stop the light from hitting him.
“But it’s important!” He heard you whine.
Groaning, he rolled his eyes and made no effort to move. “Aomine, please!”
“Leave me alone, you’re…”
He whispered at the picture. Aomine had taken it with him and placed it across
his kitchen counter. Leaning against it, coffee in hand, he took a sip. It was
here where the two of you fought; where you forced him to sit down and took out
a present from behind the kitchen, handing it to him.
“This is stupid.” He had said while shaking the
box angrily. “Why would you even do something like this? It’s not even wrapped
properly. I could be sleeping.”
Aomine placed a hand over his cheek. He could remember how the slap to his face
took him aback. The heavy breathing; the tears he couldn’t clear from your
face; the smile he took for granted-gone and replaced. It was a fight that he assumed would cost him
nothing, but instead took everything he ever worked for. The effort he once
made to make sure he made a good life for you and him became worthless. The
home you once shared with him became a constant reminder that something was
missing. The air itself became unbearable without the familiar scent you had.
had fallen apart.
had told him earlier not to act like a dumbass that chose sleep over his
soulmate, than perhaps he would’ve chosen his words carefully. Perhaps he
wouldn’t have ruined whatever gift you were giving to him. Perhaps Aomine
wouldn’t be wallowing alone over what could’ve been.
Now as he
left the apartment and began his walk to work, he could only feel the
overwhelming grief of losing you. For
the fifteen minutes he took to walk past the rush of people, his legs felt
heavy. It took all that Aomine had to move as regret ate at him.
As he made
way towards the staircase to the subway, he noticed a woman having trouble
taking her stroller down the stairs. Sighing loudly, he took the stroller away
from the woman, and brought it down the steps as he went down himself. If he
passed by the stroller and went to work, he would’ve felt guilty; better to
feel accomplished rather than guilty and sad.
Aomine placed it to the side, letting the
people behind him walk by. “There you go.” He said. Turning his attention to
the side, he noticed the woman was nowhere near him. Aomine looked up the
stairs and covered his eyes slightly, shielding them from the sun. “Oi, shouldn’t
you be down here too?” Frowning when he
didn’t get a response, he took another look at the stroller and turned back to
the top of the stairs. “Are you going to leave your kid down here alone or
what?” A hint of annoyance laced in his tone. This was going to make him late
himself to call out to the woman, again, he felt a sense of nostalgia hit him.
As she walked down the stairs, he saw her hurriedly fix her hair to the point
that it seemed like she was purposely hiding her face. Aomine heard a whisper;
so quiet that he didn’t even realize she said something. But that wasn’t what
caught his attention.
of morning dew mixed with laces of light essences of lilies assaulted him. This
was something he use to never get tired of. It was one of those things he
wished he could do for the past few years; not like this but in a form of a
hug-one where he could indulge himself in. “Hey..” He called out, reaching to
grab the woman’s arm.
touch me Daiki.” Aomine widened his eyes at the sound of his name. The lull of
the syllables said out loud after so many years. Before he could even explain
that he acted before he could think, he was faced with something he thought was
out of his grasp. The longer hair that adorned the slightly chubbier cheeks; eyes
that seemed to radiate anger towards him; it was you-an older you. Your fists
were clenched as you breathed heavily. “Don’t touch anything that belongs to
The joy he
suddenly felt was erased by his sudden frustration. “Would it kill you to say
thank you ____?”
scoffed. He imagined this moment for so long, but he didn’t expect it to be
like this. He didn’t expect you to have matured more; to face him when you
became much more beautiful; to have another man’s baby. Eyeing the stroller once
again, he ran a hand through his hair angrily. “Unbelievable…”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Unbelievable that you’d have to face someone as
annoying as me again or the fact that you just helped someone without them
asking you to do so?”
trying to fight with me again ____?”
trying to leave thank you very much.”
“What if I
told you not to?”
leaving,” You said as you tried to turn away from him.
acting like a kid ____.” Aomine growled as he kept a hand on your wrist.
calling me by my name.”
you like the guy who calls you it now?” He nodded towards the stroller. “How
long did it take for him to give you that thing over there huh?”
Daiki.” You said quietly.
wait to hop on to the next guy that showed you attention right ____?”
probably were getting it from any guy that came near you after you left me.”Aomine
continued; ignoring your small plea to stop. He couldn’t help the words coming
out of his mouth-he felt jealous; envious; angry that someone other than him
saw what he wanted to keep to himself. Aomine was furious at the thought of
another man taking you as his. ”I thought I was crazy for sex, but you probably
just bested me out of my own game after having to give birth to that bastard’s
kid over there. Let me guess he hit it and ran right?” Aomine snorted when you
didn’t say anything to him. “Wow, your baby’s daddy couldn’t even give you and
his kid a ride to the local daycare either I’m guessing how pathetic. Here I
was thinking I was the one at a lost.”
done?” Aomine blinked a couple of times before he finally looked at you. He
felt like an asshole now as he saw how hard you were trying to hold your tears
in. “That bastard you’re referring to, is you idiot.” You said shakily. Aomine
froze, his expression turning from one filled with confusion to surprise. “What?”
dad is you so you’re the pathetic one dumbass. Now leave me alone.” You made a
move towards the stroller, getting ready to run away, but this wasn’t going to
happen again. No way were you running away from his life again. Even though
Aomine was confused and not in the right state of mind, he forced himself to go
to the stroller before you. He ignored the loud yelps of people he pushed
aside; forgetting to apologize as he did so.
He shook a
bit as he kneeled to take a look at the blue eyed boy in the stroller staring
back at him. The resemblance to him was crazy; it made him want to yell out
happily that he was a dad; but it made him also realize the responsibility he
was going to take. “Is he really mine…?” Aomine stared at you as you avoided
he leaned over the stroller, and pushed your hair behind your ear. You made no
move to avoid his touch as he wiped away a tear. “Oi, don’t cry.”
annoying I know.” You mumbled.
“It’s not.” Aomine sighed. “I…can we just go somewhere
to talk for a bit?” He saw the conflict in your eyes as you tried to find some
kind of excuse to avoid him. He felt his palms sweat as he tried to think of
the possibilities you would say to him to get away again-to leave him alone for
the second time. But, at the sight of the slight nod you gave him; it filled
him with so much happiness that he couldn’t fight the urge to pull you into his
you hitting his chest and the struggle you gave him, Aomine knew, this was the
chance-a chance to not only apologize and step up, but a chance to have you.
was more than enough to calm the pain he held in his heart for the past
on a lighter note, i love that needlepoint is a canon hobby of Jack’s. can you imagine: there’s a bunch of embroidered cushions and framed needlepoint throughout the house with little ghost hunting tips sewn on them. there’s also cute things too: an accurate star chart that Jack worked on for weeks for Danny’s birthday; a framed reminder for Jazz of steps to de-escalate a coming panic attack; a list of silly things that Jack loves about Maddie on her nightstand.
there are patterns passed down through the family too - a border design that resembles a ring of bloodblossoms, symbols resembling ghostly artifacts, and an alphabet that they all thought was some crazy family code but was really from an ancient ghost language.
Wirt couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Dipper, I know it’s you.”
“Aw,” Dipper pouted a little bit. “How did you know it was me? It could have been your brother.”
“Your hands are bigger than Greg’s and Greg isn’t tall enough to reach my eyes,” Wirt replied. “Plus, I spend so much time holding your hands that I know they’re yours.”
Dipper rolled his eyes and plonked himself down on Wirt’s bed, lying on his back with his arms and legs spread out. “You always know that it’s me.”
“That’s because you’re the only one who does that, silly.” Wirt teased as he finished off the biology question he was answering and moved on to the next one. He’d just about finished that week’s homework from school but was very quickly running out of motivation to do it now that his boyfriend was here.
Dipper sat up on the bed with his legs splayed out in front of him. “Whatcha doing?”
“Homework,” Wirt replied. “It’s biology. I’m almost finished, actually.”
“Great. Once you’re done with those, we can go out to that cafe down the street for some lunch.” Dipper offered.
“That’s a real romantic idea,” Wirt remarked with only a hint of sarcasm. “What’s next? Are you going to propose to me?”
“I work at the paper shop, do you really think I can afford a ring?” Dipper laughed, flopping onto his back again. “Hurry up and finish your homework so we can go out.”
“It’s a little difficult with you distracting me.” Wirt shot back as he turned to look at the last few questions. He sighed and got up from his desk. “I can finish the last of it later. It’s not due for a few days anyway, so I don’t think it would hurt to leave it for now.”
“Oh?” Dipper’s eyes went wide in faux shock and surprise. “You? Leaving homework until later?!”
“Oh shush.” Wirt flicked his ear. “I’m only doing it this once because you’re distracting me.”
Dipper giggled a little, rubbing his ear. He hopped up from the bed and bowed in front of Wirt, offering him his hand. “Come with me, my darling.”
Wirt rolled his eyes and blushed slightly, taking Dipper’s hand rather graciously and letting the shorter boy lead him out of his bedroom. He grabbed his jacket and wallet on the way out the door. “Mum! Dipper and I are going to the cafe down the road!” He called into the kitchen as the pair headed for the front door.
“Alright, sweetheart, don’t be too long. Have fun!” Wirt’s mother called back. She soon appeared in the doorway, smiling at the two boys. “I’ll make us some chicken pie for dinner, that sound good? Dipper, would you like to join us?”
“I-if it’s not any trouble,” Dipper said, grinning sheepishly. “I wouldn’t want to bother you.”
“It’s no trouble at all! I’ll make up some extra filling then. You boys have fun!”
“Thanks, Mum!” Wirt grinned, letting Dipper lead him out of the front door and down the steps towards the pathway outside. Dipper held Wirt’s hand firmly in his own as they walked down the street.
“So how’s your homework coming along, Dipper?” Wirt asked, raising an eyebrow. “I bet you haven’t even started it yet and are waiting until the night before it’s due to get it all done.”
“Pssh,” Dipper scoffed, chuckling awkwardly. His cheeks flushed pink. “It’s all on my desk waiting to be done.”
“You’ve only got two and a half days to finish it all,” Wirt pointed out. “I saw how much you had in your backpack at school the other day and I doubt you’ll be able to get it all done in time.”
“I’ll be fine.” Dipper waved his concerns off with a casual hand gesture. “I’ve done it before and I can do it again.”
“You were in a mad rush to get an entire maths paper done in the half-hour we had at the break before the lesson,” Wirt pointed out. “You scrawled all over it like a madman. It looked almost like some of the pages from your uncle’s journal.”
“You calling my uncle a madman?”
“No, I’m just saying that the way you filled out that maths paper resembled half of his crazy scribbles throughout that book,” Wirt shrugged.
Dipper blushed a little bit. “That’s because I had put it in my bag and forgotten about it. I’d lost it amongst the other papers and didn’t see it until that break.”
“You made so many mistakes and skipped half the questions and failed the paper,” Wirt said, rolling his eyes. “You had to sit and redo the whole thing, all because you didn’t do it at home like everyone else did.”
“Oh shush.” Dipper blushed a little more. “Don’t act like you’ve never done the same thing.”
Wirt rolled his eyes, though the red tint to his cheeks indicated that Dipper was right. “That was one time, and it only happened because I was sick for a week.”
“You were stuck at home. That meant you had more time to do it,” Dipper pointed out.
“I was sick!” Wirt protested. “I was asleep all the time!”
“Not all the time.” Dipper elbowed him in the ribs gently. “I came to see you one day and you were playing video games!”
“Because I felt better.” Wirt stuck his tongue out at him with a frown.
Dipper giggled, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. “You still could’a done your homework, Wirt.”
Wirt rolled his eyes, slipping an arm around Dipper’s waist as they approached the cafe. The couple ordered a sandwich, a drink and a slice of cake each before taking a seat at one of the small metal tables outside. Their bickering had somewhat ceased and the two boys ended up discussing what they were going to do once they had finished high school. Several ideas were thrown around, involving Wirt going off to study English Literature and Language somewhere in Chicago while Dipper was talking about going somewhere involving scientific research similar to what his uncle studied, or maybe studying media and film production somewhere in Washington. Neither of them particularly wanted to move away from each other so they both agreed to look for good universities that supplied the courses they were looking for where they could both go.
The boys had soon finished their lunch and Dipper paid the bill (having had a recent pay rise from his paperboy job due to an influx of customers) and soon they were heading back to Wirt’s place. Hand in hand, the couple walked down the street, smiling and laughing amongst themselves.