what makes my heart skips a beat

2

Kara had stopped by Lena’s office earlier to host an interview, but after being stuck at her desk all afternoon, Lena offered to go out for lunch. Kara happily obliged, responding with her carefree smile and glittering eyes. The way Kara’s eyes landed on her made her feel like she was being seen. For a moment, she felt like she could be herself, human. She loved how Kara was able to stir her cold heart.

Kara let out a hearty laugh over a joke Lena told about Snapper; Lena brushing her hair back, thinking how she really went a bit too far this time. Her arm fell back at her side, only to brush hands against Kara’s. Lena glanced over at Kara, who didn’t seem to notice before looking back at how close her hand was. With hesitation, she began to reach out before pulling back, realizing how absurd it would be. Sure, Lena may have feelings for the reporter before her, but to ruin the one friendship she had, she’d rather protect it than feeling alone again. Lena let out a soft sigh of despair.

Kara, having superhearing was able to pick up on Lena’s sigh and looked over to the beautiful woman walking besides her. She had felt the warmth of her hand hovering besides her and put two-and-two together before it clicked.

“Lena?” Kara questioned with raised eyebrows.

Lena glanced over with a small smile, hints of sadness in her eyes, “What is it?”

“Give me your hand,” she replied with an outstretched hand, a wide smile on her lips. Lena does what she’s told with confusion her face.

Kara took her hand and held her by the pinky. Lena felt her face flush and bit her lower lip as she felt her heart skip a beat.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to hold hands with you, Lena,” she brightly smiled. Lena never felt more alive.

lances biggest fear?

• lance really really misses his family, he especially misses the constant validation he got because he had so many cousins that would always talk to him but here everyone always seems to be too busy to hang out, even hunk as he’s always in either with coran repairing the ship or cooking in the kitchens

• he gets really restless one day, they haven’t been on a mission for almost a week and he’s feeling trapped in the castle, he needs to clear his head before he does something stupid

• he ends up in kieths room, about to ask if he wants to spar when he notices the door is open and kieth isn’t inside. there’s a book lying open on his desk

• curiosity gets the best of him and he flicks the pages around, eyes wide and in awe of all the very realistic artwork in there. there’s sketches of all of them, fighting aliens, laughing at dinner. he traced his fingers along the outline of a drawing of pidge grinning ear to ear

• there’s a loud gasping sound and lance turns just in time to see kieth push him away, snatching the book from his hands. “what are you doing here, lance!”

• kieth has never seen lance look so vulnerable, his expression frozen like a deer caught in headlights. “you can draw”, lance breathes and then adds, lowering his eyes, “im sorry i was looking for you to spar-”

• “that doesn’t mean you can go snooping into people’s rooms, let alone go through their possessions!”
lance snorts, glaring back at kieth. “maybe next time you should remember to not leave your door wide open and leave your “possessions” lying around open!“

• kieth kicks him out after that and at dinner that evening neither of them even look at eachother. kieth is too angry at himself for his mistake and all lance could thing about was how realistic those drawings were

• it was only the next morning when lance woke before kieth for the first time that he got his idea. he drags the tired and angry kieth out if his room, ignoring his protests, and into the mind melding room

• kieth is confused and a little scared but then lance tells him why he bought kieth here and kieths expression seemed to soften, making lances heart skip a beat because he wouldn’t have to be scared anymore, would he?

• so kieth does as lance told him to. When lance shares his memories of his family to keith, kieth sketches it out as best as he could every other morning when the rest of the castle was still asleep

• "my biggest fear is forgetting what everyone looks like, you know? who knows how long we’ll be out here” lance had explained, “can you- can you draw them from my memories so i’ll always remember?”

• he stuck the drawings of his mum and dad and his siblings and cousins and his abuela right above his bed and he was a lot less restless knowing that he’d never forget his mother’s smile. thanks to kieth, he’ll always remember family back on earth and one day if that day comes, he’ll get to see them again, hopefully soon

i made a playlist for making out
obsessed in what you are all about
from your eyes to your ears
uncovering skin to all fears

imagine how far my heart could leap,
how many beats my heart could skip
move closer and hear its silent scream
come here, to my chest go on and lean

i want to kiss your lips until they turn blue
darling, i will mark and leave the world a clue
from your lips to your neck down to your chest
lie down and let, to my hands leave me the rest

i want to lock your hands against the sheets
hold and caress you as the precious time fleets
keep you down, make you scream until all numb
pouring out my love, i would not leave a crumb

i want to press all of you against mine
let our bodies be one golden shrine
when our souls and pieces finally meet
let them intertwine and dance to one beat

i want to hear you call my name the loudest
savour the sound of your voice, my dearest
every shape your lips could change appearance
our love anew would come into existence

now we wait for the sun to peek from the horizon
in each other’s, we lie awake as the world goes on
after all the rain had showered its radiance on us
carefully carry my heart as i do yours in my arms

Best Friends (Part 7)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that.

Word Count: 1,030

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

A/N: Thank you to @xandyissenpai  for the sugar daddy idea lol

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Just as he promised, Bucky gave you his answer by the end of the week. You squealed and hugged him tight, inviting him for lunch. He couldn’t help but to laugh as you pulled him along, crossing the street and towards your favorite restaurant.

The more time he spent with you, and knowing you were engaged to someone else, the more certain he was that you belonged next to him. He didn’t know what Tony Stark was up to, but he pledged himself that he’d steal you away from that man. He didn’t deserve you, and Bucky had a feeling Stark had something up his sleeve.

You nudged Bucky as he stood next to you, waiting for the seating hostess to lead you to a table for two. He had a blank, far-off look on his face and you wondered what he’s thinking about. He blinked and looked at you, giving you a tiny smile.

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Scared

Jughead x Reader

Request: Jughead has a major crush on the reader, but the reader keeps talking about her crush to the squad and it’s always so cute happy positive impressive things so Jughead thinks it’s Archie. He gets really mad at the reader and asks out Betty, and the reader sees it, but Betty tries to tell him he’s getting it all mixed up and it’s one giant confusion.

I really want a really angst jughead one shot but I don’t know what to request, can you just work your magic? Please?

Warnings: None I don’t think

Word count: 3,327

A/N: Based loosely on the emotions faced in episode 10. Also yikes on the word count but I worked super hard on this one and it’s worth the read I promise.


‘As she sits across the cold stone table on a brisk Friday evening, the boy can’t help but notice the way the moonlight bounces off her hair on the left side of her face. The fluorescent bulbs from up above cast a shadow down her face, making her eyes glow. Those same piercing eyes look up from her romance novel, almost like a prediction of his future, and she can’t tell but the boy’s heartbeat quickens, as in this moment their souls have gotten one inch closer than they were before.’ Jughead writes as he sits across from (Y/N) in Pop’s, working on his novel.

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2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is stranded on the side of the road and Jensen comes to the rescue.

Prompt: “Why aren’t you nervous around me?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,246

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed


“Son of a fuck!” You half growl, half whine shooting daggers at the flat tire in front of you.

This is just perfect. This is what you get for finally taking a week off from work. Being a successful, in demand actress isn’t always the best thing for your health. The stress alone could kill you.

So you figured visiting your parents in your hometown would be a good break. You foolishly borrowed your brother’s car to do some errands. He’s never been one to take care of things. Case and point. His car fucking sucks.

Your plans have obviously been changed and now you’re stranded on the side of the road. Cursing at yourself for even leaving the house, you start pacing around the car like a mad woman.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 18

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I’m so so sorry it’s taken me so long to get this written, guys. I’m in my last semester of college and these last few weeks have been absolute hell. I’m slowly trying to catch up with life, while also trying to just make it through finals alive. Anyway, I’m not super thrilled with how this chapter came out, but I feel like I owe it to you guys to at least post it. I’m sorry if it’s not up to my usual standards, but I’m doing my best. Hopefully by the next chapter, I’ll be back to being my usual self. 


Originally posted by wishyouwereherexox

“Y/N? Are you almost ready doll? We should get going. The appointment’s in an hour and you know how unpredictable traffic can be around this time,” Bucky smiled at you from the doorway, watching as you pulled on your shoes.

“Yup! Just let me grab my purse and I’ll be ready to go!” You nodded, blushing slightly as you felt his eyes trailing over your figure.

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Don’t Come Down

Summary: Bucky takes you to a concert to give you an escape from your worries (Modern AU).

Word Count: 1,476

A/N: Part of the Lovely Little Lonely story collection, this fic is inspired by ‘Don’t Come Down’ by The Maine. 

Originally posted by 3rologirl3

Please…I’m begging you,” Bucky pleaded with a pout, clasping his hands together. “Please just do this one thing for me, and I won’t ask you to do this again. I promise.”

“Bucky, you know I can’t come with you. I have so many assignments to do. I can’t afford to lose any time to work on them,” you reasoned as your crush best friend groaned dramatically, lagging behind you as you made your way to the campus library. “Why don’t you ask Steve or Sam to go with you? I’m sure they’re able to.”

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I was thinking of immortality, and reincarnation… and viktuuri

Continuation here

“Yuuri!”

Viktor gracefully weaves through the crowd, his sole focus the crop of black hair that pauses just ahead. He skids to a stop, very nearly slamming right into him as he turns to blink in his confusion. 

“Uh…” Yuuri glances around the crowd surrounding them. He lifts a hand, turning a pointed finger toward his chest. “Yes? Was it… were you shouting to me?" 

"Of course!” Viktor claps Yuuri on the shoulder, pointedly ignoring the way it makes him jump and lean away. “I’ve finally found you!" 

"Found me?” Yuuri wipes his hands on his pants, his eyes darting every which way. “I’m really thinking you might have the wrong person. How do you know my name? We… I don’t think we’ve met." 

"Oh, we have,” Viktor assures him with a smile. He expects this, ignores the painful way his heart clenches as he sticks out a hand. “And if you’ve forgotten, well… I’ll reintroduce myself. Viktor Nikiforov." When Yuuri hesitantly extends his hand, Viktor snatches it and brings it to his lips. "Yuuri Katsuki, it’s a pleasure to remake your acquaintance." 

As he drops Yuuri’s hand, his own instinctively rises, extending toward Yuuri’s cheek. The desire to brush his fingers over the smooth, flushed skin is so overwhelming that Viktor nearly gives in. Until he remembers his place and his hand falls back to his side. 

"Viktor Niki…” Yuuri stares at him, rubbing a hand across his chin in thought. “That name… isn’t that the name of a famous figure skater from a long time ago?" 

Viktor’s lips twitch, his heart racing at the thought that maybe, just maybe he’ll figure it out. 

"Your parents must’ve been big fans." 

"Ah,” Viktor chuckles, smiling past the pain he won’t allow himself to acknowledge. “Yes, very big fans. Yuuri?" 

Yuuri blinks. "I’m… it’s strange when you call my name. I’m still pretty sure you’re looking for someone else." 

"I’m only ever looking for you,” Viktor replies softly, taking Yuuri’s hand and guiding him away from the crowd. He hears Yuuri spluttering his confusion behind him and whips around to ask, “Do you skate?" 

"Do I–?” Yuuri’s eyes widen. “Ice skate, you mean? Oh no,” He shakes his head, rubbing his nape with a shaky laugh. “If only I could. I’m not nearly coordinated enough. I mean, I can’t even step on the ice without falling on my– well, you get what I mean. I just–”

Viktor tightens his grip on Yuuri’s hand. “What do you do, Yuuri?” He leans closer. “What is your passion?" 

"My passion? My…” Yuuri turns his face away from the intensity of Viktor’s stare, watching the people pass by. “I want to be a composer. I’ve been trying to find the right theme for my music. Something that will astonish everyone, make everyone feel something." 

Viktor feels his heart skip a beat. Music… of course. Yuuri has always had an innate ability to create music, one way or another. He watches as Yuuri’s eyes sparkle with the same determination Viktor was familiar with in another lifetime. 

"You’re still so beautiful, it’s disarming,” Viktor breathes aloud, the reality of it all hitting him at once. Yuuri stands in front of him. The same Yuuri. His Yuuri. He may not know it yet, not know what he means to Viktor, but he will. 

Yuuri’s face turns a bright red and he immediately tries to pull his hand away, stammering unintelligible words in a manner that’s more endearing to Viktor than it had ever been before. 

Because he’s missed it. 

“Love,” Viktor finally cuts through Yuuri’s rambling. “Your theme should be love." 

Yuuri falls silent, finally lifting his head to meet Viktor’s intense gaze head on. The recognition sparks in his eyes, if only for a moment, and Yuuri draws in a sharp, soft breath of realization. 

"Love…” he repeats. Viktor feels Yuuri’s grip tighten. “Thank you so much, Viktor” A brilliant smile breaks across his face. “Love is… that’s it. That’s what I’m looking for." 

Viktor smiles back. Me too.

Chanyeol as your Roommate

Originally posted by parkchny

Request: Hi!!! Can you do Chanyeol as the roommate you got to share an apartment with for college? And you dont really know him yet, just on the day you guys move in OH and the course you’re doing is medicine, his is probably music haha thankssss

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy~! (p.s. i haven’t been to college before lmao so if some of this stuff is incorrect i sorry)


- as you walk into your new dorm you instantly notice the boy unpacking

- he’s v tol you can’t miss him

- he’d see you walk in and look a little confused until it clicked

- “ahh, you must be my roommate! i was just unpacking, but i can help you with your things if you need it.”

- and you’re like damn he tall and cute and nice how am i gonna do this pls help

- while you’re unpacking you’d get to know each other a little bit

- you learn his major is music and you physically feel your heart skip a beat

- what

- anyway he suggests that you both take turns making breakfast every morning so neither of you leave for class hungry

- “you can’t learn on an empty stomach~!”

- you keep catching yourself staring for wayyyyy longer than you meant to

- ‘stop it y/n this is your roommate don’t be cliché’

- you spend the rest of your first day unpacking, going over class schedules, and getting to know each other

- as time goes on you make other friends

- but chanyeol is highkey your best friend like ever

- when he gets the chance he walks to class with you

- literally forces food down your throat if you try to leave without eating

- reminds you to take care of yourself when you’re studying really hard

- ngl hearing him practice through the walls at night is the best thing

- ever

- his voice is just so soothing???????

- every time you compliment him on it tho he gets all blushy it’s adorable

- you’ve probably already stolen half of his wardrobe

- “y/n you can’t keep taking my sweaters”

- “but they’re so comfy and warmmmmm”

- “you have your own!”

- “it’s different

- you probably have to make him sleep as well because if you don’t he’d stay up all night composing

- basically you’re just each other’s parent

- e v e r y o n e ships it

- everyone.

- even the fucking professors ship it

- but somehow you’re both oblivious to it???

- anywho

- one day he’d tell you he’s going to a party and that he’d be back later that night

- ‘n you’re like okay cool don’t be an idiot i’ll leave the door unlocked

- he’d come home shit-faced drunk

- and chan is literally the worst drunk ever 

- he gets sarcastic and clingy af and just becomes such a baby

- and you, being both a med student and his best friend, get stuck caring for him

- “chanyeol you need to drink this water” 

- “no i need to drink your face”

- “what the hell does that even mean???”

- “what the hell does your face even mean?”

- istg he’s just the worst

- eventually you get the water and medicine down his throat and put him to bed

- but when you go to leave he pulls you into his chest and bear hugs you

- “cuddle with me.”

- your face becomes literally tomato red

- after fighting it and failing for a few minutes you just give in

- he’s so warm and you can feel your heart pounding

- then you quickly realized something you had been denying since day one 

- you loved him

- the next morning you woke up

- but chan was gone

- and the smell of pancakes filled your nose

- you’d wander into the kitchen to find a slightly pale chanyeol making breakfast

- “it’s my day today, is it not?”

- over breakfast he would apologize for the night before and if he made you uncomfortable

- but his words aren’t registering

- “chanyeol i love you”

- you and him both would gasp at the same time at your confession

- “i’m sorry… shit i shouldn’t have—”

- “i love you too, y/n”

- AKSLKSJAHDKFJAJASDFHL

- you’d walk to class holding hands

- everyone knew it

- they were not surprised

- and honestly nothing changed from before after you started dating

- just a lot more kisses and shit

- you really were already dating

- it just wasn’t official

- ugh my bias list

- i’m dead y’all are so cute

- goodbye


-Admin Yeonie

You don’t get to choose who you love in this world. Feelings come naturally. You’re either my brother, my friend, my schoolmate or my lover. I don’t pick who gets to be what. My heart decides. My heart decides who makes it jump and skip a beat. My heart decides who I want to look at for hours and never get tired of what I see. My heart decides how I feel about the stranger across a table or a room. My heart decides whether I believe in love at first sight or not. And I never did, until I met him. My heart picked him. The shy boy who looked at his hands more than in a strangers eyes. The boy who’s whistled tunes were his way of saying ‘hey, notice me.’ The dark haired boy who’s eyes change colour and who’s heart is pure and gentle. The boy who’s tears mean more than gold, who’s stubbornness will make you scream, and who’s passions shine brighter than the sun. The boy who needs reassurance and to know that he is enough. The boy that never gives up. My heart chose this boy a long time ago, before I knew his eyes and smile. My heart chose his because our hearts make harmonies like silk and rhythms only we can dance to. My heart chose his because the world finally goes quiet when I’m with him. I feel happiness in bulk and love like never before because my heart needed lessons on what love was. He showed me, and continues to show me. His perseverance and steadiness gives me strength. That strength gives us strength. We were told we had to learn to be independent, be full on our own. But once two hearts have been sewn together it is incredibly difficult to continue as a half. We are two wholes that stand stronger together. He is he and I am I, and together we are he and I. The ‘and’ makes us stronger, steadier, happier, and healthier. The 'and’ is what makes us a bigger whole.
My life without he and I was bleak and messy. He puts me in order, calms my heart, and brings me infinite joy. I am proud to call this stranger my boy.
—  (Your hopelessly in love girl). // 00-29
isak + even fanfic rec

because finding ones i like is actually hard so i’m gonna put some of them here there are probably more but it’s 2am and i don’t even know why i’m doing this rn

oneshot

help a brother out (magnus asks isak a qustion about even tbh this one is just funny)

soft ( isak is the softest boy even knows. lets be real isak the softest boy anyone will ever know)

would you mind closing the bedroom door? (i love me some miscommunication)

sideways and slantways (neighbors au + one of those really long oneshots that i love with all my hear tbh all oneshots should be over 10k+ i don’t make the rules)

open the pod bay doors ( they fall in love over a story of parallel universes. literally. it’s amazing.)

true of false (childhood friends au)

watched the lanterns tilt (even is depressed and isak is soft)

you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else (roomates au)

the moments in between (moments between O Helga Natt and Passe på meg.)

baby, if you’re gonna be lonely, be lonely with me (isak and even being the cutest boyfriends ever)

heaven help a fool who falls in love (isak is scared of spiders and even comes to the rescue like i said cutest.boyfriends.ever.)

won’t you be my livewire (isak and even being idiots. that’s it.)

the hot muffin thief (even steals (buys) the last muffin)

multichapter

in better light, everything changes (isak accidentally texts a stranger (even) while trying to text sana.)

would it be a sin if i can’t help falling in love with you? (it’s a fake/pretend relationship fanfic which are of course the best kind of fanfics)

head over heels (they meet at a skate park)

i guess that’s destiny doing it right (isak.even.barcelona.honestly just read it they are lame and in love)

possibly (maybe) i’m falling for you (coffee shop au)

don’t you keep it all to yourself (another coffee shop au they are cute okay)

wip

with love, from anonymous ( isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. first it’s cute af then angsty af everything a fic needs)

i hate your face, it makes my heart skip a beat (isak hates even (yeah right) and even is trying to help him not fail history)

it comes in waves (okay i didn’t read this one yet bc i just found it but mermaid!isak what could be better)

talk about you (like you put the stars in the sky)

(written for @ransomweek and also @hoenursey bc i promised i would)

“We’re gonna die,” Nursey says, clinging to Ransom’s hand as they make their way up the trail. “Babe. We’re literally gonna die.”

Ransom laughs. “We’re not gonna die, Derek.”

He doesn’t need to turn around to know that Nursey’s making a face at his back. “You only call me Derek when we’re in bed or you’ve convinced me to do something terrible.”

“That is–” Ransom thinks about it. “Huh. Goddamn, bro, you’re right.”

There’s a sudden scramble and a yelp, and Nursey’s grip on Ransom’s hand jerks. Random turns in time to catch him by the elbow as he slips. “I told you,” Nursey whines, letting Ransom help him back up. “We’re gonna die. What the fuck made you think hiking at night was a good idea?”

Random grins, leaning forward. There’s enough moonlight trickling through the trees for him to find Nursey’s nose, and he plants a kiss on it. “The fact that I’ve done this with my dad and sisters since I was a kid,” he says, “and I wanted to show my city boyfriend the view.”

“It’s dark,” Nursey protests, letting Ransom start tugging him gently up the trail again. “How’re we supposed to see anything?”

“Baby, you know what night vision is. Now you’re whining just to whine.”

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Fragments - Part 3

Word Count: 1837

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, canon divergence

A/N: The next couple parts are probably gonna be similar to this. It’s mostly flashbacks. Getting to know the reader and her past relationship with Dean and the other characters. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

Fragments Masterlist


C’mere Pumpkin.” Bobby hoisted you up from the ground onto his lap in the recliner. “I wanna talk to ya for a second.”

“Ok, Daddy.” You turned to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“Remember I told you we were gonna have some guests over? Sam and Dean?” You nodded and smiled, excited to have someone your age coming over. Your dad told you Sam was just a little baby but Dean was the same age. Having someone to play with excited you but made you nervous all at the same time. You never had any kids your age around. “I need you to be nice to Dean, ok? He doesn’t talk much or at all.”

“Why not?”

“Well, Dean’s mom…she died.” You let out a tiny gasp and widened your eyes. “Kinda like your mom.”

“You mean a monster killed her?” Bobby nodded sadly and ran his hand through your hair, saddened that you knew about monsters at such a young age. You didn’t know all the details yet, but you would some day. A demon possessed your mother and Bobby had to kill her. You only knew that much because you’d seen the changes in your mother, including her black eyes staring you down.

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Sometimes I randomly get super sad and start feeling empty. Like I could be the happiest person in the room. Smiling big smiles, spreading cheer and then all of a sudden my smile falters and my heart skips a beat. Everything turns to black and white and I can’t see a future for myself. I didn’t even know if one exists. I forget what it feels like to actually live and be happy even if it was only two seconds ago that I was laughing. It feels as if there’s just this demon hovering over me waiting for my weakest point to break me and make my life a thunderstorm cause I was enjoying the cool breeze before it became a vicious wind.

“Night” (ft. BTS’ Jungkook)

Pairing: ReaderxJungkook

Summary: You and your ex-boyfriend Jungkook meet in a party one night. He’s the endorser of the brand and you were the representative. (Inspired by Park Sangmin’s After This Night)

Genre: Angst, Fluff; Head!Canon

Warning(s): eh. PG-13 stuff. Did not proofread tho. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED indefinitely. :)

Words: 1,667

If it were up to Jeon Jungkook, he would have preferred never to see you again.

But destiny has its way of playing tricks on him because after 3 years, he’s being forced to see his ex-girlfriend again… as the representative of the brand he’s endorsing. On one side, he’s proud of how far you’ve come. You were just an assistant manager when you met him during a photoshoot and there you were, surrounded by countless people who were congratulating you for the successful event that he was attending and for being the representative of the headquarters. On the other side, he was somewhat sad because you’ve gone so far and didn’t come back.

“Y/N!” he heard Taehyung’s voice come from behind him which broke Jungkook’s reverie.

“Aish… This Kim Taehyung…” Jimin immediately followed Taehyung after a quick glance at Jungkook’s face.

But you had already heard your name and turned, catching Jungkook’s familiar glossy eyes. You tried to smile at him, but Taehyung was already grinning in front of you, looking at you from head to toes. He had this look on his face, one that told you that your flawless make-up and perfectly tailored suit and heels came as a surprise to him.

“Oh, Tae… and Jimin too! Hi, long time no see.” You flashed them your mega-watt smile and while Taehyung was still awed, Jimin returned your greeting.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N! You look great. Now, if you may excuse us…” he gritted through his teeth and elbowed Taehyung who was still gaping at you. “…I believe you need to talk to other guests who are more important than us.”

“Wh-What? This party is for us! We’re the most important people here and I still want to talk to Y/N!” Taehyung called when Jimin began dragging him away.

You giggled and rolled your eyes as you watched them saunter off. You faced in front of you again and smiled at Jungkook. His expression was frozen, but he thought your smile was as endearing as ever. You raised a hand and waved at him, a somewhat childish gesture, but it’s the way you and Jungkook have always greeted each other. He raised his larger hand and reciprocated while slowly stepping closer towards you.

“오랜민이야.” You had to take a deep breath discreetly when he stood so close to you.

“어, 오랜만 이네.” Some part of Jungkook refused to believe that you were standing in front of him, but you were and it took a lot more effort than it should to return your words.

“Walk with me?” you gestured with a nod to the door connecting to the outdoor garden.

Jungkook nodded stiffly and you rolled your eyes for the second time that night before looping your arm with his. You could tell from the way he almost halted in his steps that he was stunned, but he curled his own arm instinctively and led the way.

You guys stood in the open air and you had to admit that you missed the spring nights of Seoul. You grabbed a flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray and as usual, Jungkook refused a drink.

You were silent for a few moments, letting a certain feeling of security settle in, the way it used to when you two were still together. It had been difficult for the both of you to break the walls that both of you built when you were still starting out, but after all those time together (and maybe all those time apart too), you both felt like you trusted each other enough to let go of any inhibitions.

“So… how’s Germany?” he was the first to speak up.

“Cold.” You snickered. “…but hey, lots of alcohol.”

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t ask further. “You? Busy as ever?”

A look of pain crossed his wide eyes, and you knew he remembered how his busy schedule had been the very cause of your break-up, but years has allowed him to mask it almost perfectly. “Some things don’t change.”

“Oh yeah? What else?” You leaned your elbow on the railing of the veranda, so that you were directly facing Jungkook.

His eyes wandered around for another answer because his first instinct was to say, ‘Well, everything else except you.’

Finally, he found the unusually clear night sky and said, “The night sky… It feels like it’s been the same night sky that I’ve been looking at for the past three years.”

You glanced at him, but his eyes only reflected the twinkling stars. “Why? Did you look at the stars a lot during that three years?”

To your surprise, he easily nodded and answered without his usual hesitation when it comes to such prying questions, “Yeah, I looked at them and wondered what you were doing. Were you looking at the same sky?”

And just when you started doubting Jeon Jungkook’s ability to make your heart skip a beat, you felt your it skip a whole measure of a song instead.

“Then, I’d realize that I began missing you again, so I’d go and do something to occupy my mind.” He continued, his pounding heart providing the distraction he needed to keep himself from looking at you.

“Is that why you’ve been writing quite a few of Bangtan’s songs recently?” you teased and you knew, it would make him look at you. “I missed you a lot too, Jungkook.”

His eyes immediately fell to the ground because he knew that his cheeks blushing red would be the only natural reaction to your statement. Realizing that your statement might’ve been too forward and that your thoughts were laced with drunken ideas, you asked what seemed like the most logical question, “Do you want to dance?”

“Here?”

“Come on, no one’s watching and Butterfly is playing.” You put balanced your champagne on the ground and stood up just in time for Jungkook to take you hesitantly in his arms. While he positioned himself from a considerable distance, you wrapped one of your arms around his neck, so that you could hide your face on his shoulder. “I missed you so much that it drove me crazy. I worked so hard, so that I could have this excuse to see you and even if you didn’t talk to me at all, I would’ve been happy to just see you.”

While Jungkook didn’t let go, he didn’t pull you close either. “You broke up with me.”

You nodded, beginning to let go, but his grip on you suddenly became tighter. His strong arms encircled you and held you in place. Your hands froze, but immediately melted over his shoulders. “Don’t say goodbye, I still have a lot to say. It’s been years, but I still feel the same way about you, Y/N. I haven’t changed.”

You held the tears in, knowing that you had to keep your composure when you go back in. “…and the circumstances haven’t changed either. We’re still going to be so busy and my life… my life is not in Korea now.” You said the words and they were comprehensible, but they weren’t your words. If it were up to you, you would have just kissed Jungkook and asked him to take you back.

So instead, Jungkook kissed you. “I know. After this night, we have to break up again.”

When you pulled away, you looked in his eyes and knew, “The night isn’t over yet.”

You kissed him again, let him tear your defenses, your clothes and your heart. You were prepared to get hurt again the moment he walked in the door.

The next evening, you flew back to Germany.

6 Months later…

You opened the door of your apartment at 1 am to find a visitor that you least expected.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” you looked around before pulling him inside, but before he could step into your living room, he had already caught your wrist and you could see in the way his tired eyes searched yours that he agonized about his action as much as it hurt to see him in the middle of your apartment.

“Did you regret it?” His fingers and the way they secured around your wrist will surely leave a mark. “Did you regret leaving 3 years ago?”

“I…” The whole situation was making it really difficult for you to breathe. “No, Jungkook. I’m sorry.”

He felt hopeless because he knew you weren’t lying.

His arms fell limp, but he managed to turn and go for the door.

“But I regretted leaving six months ago.” You called and he hesitated by the door. “I should have let you hold onto me then. I was and am more secure of myself, Jungkook. It doesn’t matter if I see you every other minute or twice a year, I just know that I need to be with you.”

He turned the knob slowly and your heart sank to your feet only to be revived when he crossed the short distance between you and met you for a kiss. His hands were cold on your neck, but his tongue was warm when it pushed passed your lips. His other arm wove around your waist as he continued kissing you and you almost cried into his mouth.

“Stay.” You whisper finally when he peels back from you.

“I… I can’t.” he completely lets go of you, but takes both of your hands in his. “…but I’ll return and I hope… Y/N, I hope you can come back home with me then.”

He raises your knuckles to his lips and you smile affirmatively. You see him to the door and he kisses your forehead. You watched as he retreated until he turned back to you and gestured to the sky. “The sky here is amazing too, but the stars are only prettier when I’m with you.”

You rolled your eyes and shot back, “How many times have I told you not to take Jin-oppa’s advice?”

a/n: here’s a short fic. Haha. Idk what to say. I have some leftover kimchi rice, want some? I have a thing… Followers say it’s okay for me to take my time, but unfollow me if I don’t update for like 5 days. So I’m kind of… ah, how do I say this? I’m kind of sad? Lol jk nvm ignore ignore 

WHY GERMANY? PUMA’S HEADQUARTERS IS IN GERMANY HAHA.

Too Strong

REQUEST by IMPOSSIBLYLUCKYVXI: Can I have one where Ro meets YN a journalist at a press junket for Fastlane. He immediately wants her but she runs from him because she thinks she isn’t good enough for him since she’s a average girl. Months go by since their encounter & he still wants her & she wants him too but can’t get over their career differences. One night she has to go a live Raw show to right a story & she sees him again. He corners her this time & gets mad possessive & sexy. End it how you’d like. Thanks 😍😘.

Warnings: Smut, language
(A/N): I’m so sorry it took so long guys. To make it up to y’all, I made it longer than I planned it to be. I also loved writing this one, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is always welcome😌

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‘’You ready?’’ my best friend and colleague asked me, ‘’In a few minutes, you’ll be interviewing Roman fucking Reigns.’’

‘’Calm down girl, as much as I adore the man, I have to stay professional,’’ I chuckled as I took a sip of my water, ‘’I’m nervous though; he’s competing against Braun Strowman and he’s a monster, I wonder what his strategy is for tonight.’’

‘’Yeah, I agree. I’m curious too now you mentioned it,’’ she turned around and smirked, ‘’Why don’t you ask him yourself?’’

‘’Wait what?’’ I looked at her confused as she walked off. I honestly had no idea what she was talking about, so I turned to the paper with questions that was given to me. Fastlane was tonight and I was chosen to interview few of the WWE superstars who were having their matches. The perks or being an journalist is that you get to see so many different places and people, situations that you’ll always remember.

‘’This is probably the first time someone hasn’t notice me sitting next to them,’’ a low heavy voice said, making me look up surprisingly. ‘’There she is,’’ he chuckled, ‘’you’re the one who’s interviewing me, am I right?’’

‘’Oh my god, I’m so sorry Mr. Reigns,’’ I said embarrassed, ‘’and that’s right, here she is.’’

‘’It’s Roman, sugar,’’ He smiled, making me melt right away, ‘’Mr. Reigns sounds so old.’’

‘’Alright then, Roman, you ready for your interview?’’ I asked, trying hard to hide my nerves. This man is gorgeous, how can anyone act normal around him?

‘’I’m more than ready,’’ he raised an eyebrow as he looked at my chest, ‘’y/n. Oh don’t worry, I ain’t a man like that, I’m a decent guy.’’ He chuckled, making me laugh.

‘’That’s good to know,’’ I smiled and stood up, ‘’Let’s get started then.’’

‘’We can’t talk some more?’’ He asked pouting his lips. ‘’I mean, we gotta do the interview, but I’d like to get to know the beautiful woman who will be asking the questions.’’

‘’I bet you say that to every woman who is about to interview you,’’ I chuckled. He stood up and walked over to where I was standing and took my hand in his.

‘’I only say it when I mean it, babygirl,’’ Roman smiled as his hand caressed my cheek. Looking him in the eye, I felt butterflies. ‘’And actually, it’s the first time I told someone.’’ He whispered, making me smile. ‘’So what do you say? Wanna talk some more now, or after my match?’’

‘’I think we have to get started if you wanna be on time for your match,’’ I hastily answered as I took the papers from the table and made my way to the interview corner. ‘Did you really had to respond like that, you idiot?’ I thought to myself. I could hear Roman chuckling from behind me.

‘’Alright then, but after my match, which I will win without a doubt, I insist you going to grab something to eat with me.’’

‘’So that’s a bet?’’ I frowned, slightly smiling. He nodded, already convinced he was going to win. Don’t get me wrong, I truly believe he will win, but Braun doesn’t know what mercy is. I’ve seen how the man literally throws people around and I can’t even imagine the agony that’s caused by that.

‘’If that’s what you wanna call it, then that’s a yes.’’ He smiled as he stood where he had to stand.

‘’I’m not sure, we’ll see.’’ I answered him as I saw the camera man coming our way. ‘’Right now, let’s do this interview.’’

‘’Whatever you say, love.’’

——————-

After the interview, I kind of started to avoid Roman. Even though I desired to be with him, I wasn’t going to give myself any form of false hope. He kept trying to talk to me, but I pretended to be really busy with the aftercare of the interview and my trip back. At some point, he went to prepare for his match, leaving me alone.

‘’He really likes you,’’ A familiar male voice said, making me turn around. Seth was standing there with his crutches and a big grin. ‘’You’re all he talks about at the moment.’’

‘’Nice to see you too, Seth.’’ I rolled my eyes and let out a small chuckle. ‘’I’m only here for the interview, which we finished, so there’s no need for me to be here anymore,’’ I lied.

‘’Y/n, be honest with me.’’ Seth said seriously as he sat down next to me. We’d known each other for quite some time; I had to interview him for a magazine a while ago and we kept in touch ever since.

‘’I am being honest,’’ I said as I looked at the screen where Fastlane was going on. ‘’Shouldn’t you be backstage?’’

‘’Not really no.’’ He chuckled as he signed to his knee.

‘’Oh yeah, you’re right, my bad.’’ I laughed.

‘’So why don’t you just tell me what’s the matter? I’ve seen how you’re cutting him off, why was that?’’

‘’I wasn’t cutting him off, alright.’’ I sighed, looking at Roman who came out with a whole new gear. New sneakers, the black and white logo, he looked incredible. ‘’Why is he interested in me while I’m average? There are so many beautiful woman around him.’’ I thought out loud. Next to me, I could feel Seth frown. ‘’What I’m trying to say is, we’re just not meant to be.’’

‘’You and average? Y/n, please. You know damn well that that’s a lie, quite a big one too.’’

‘’Thanks Seth,’’ I smiled as I stood up and grabbed my bag, ‘’But I gotta go. Tell Roman I owe him a victory drink.’’ I gave him a hug and looked at his knee, chuckling, ‘’Take care of that and come back asap.’’

——————-

A little more than a month has passed and I couldn’t get Roman out of my head for some reason. Seth called me a couple of times, saying that Roman wanted to meet up with me, but I said that I was busy. It was half of the truth, because I was truly busy at some moments, but at other times, when I had nothing to do, I still didn’t want to meet up with him. Not that I didn’t want to, I wanted it more than anything, but I just couldn’t. ‘He really likes you’, Seth’s words still roamed through my mind, making it seem like more of a dream that I really met Roman in the first place. How can he like a girl like me; average looking, average personality, everything was average about me.

As I was sitting downstairs, I got a phone call of my boss, saying that I had to attend RAW. My heart skipped a beat, knowing I would see Roman after all this time. I have no idea how he’s gonna react on me not contacting him back, but I was planning to just do what I came for and leave. I grabbed my stuff and left the house, on my way to the arena. When I arrived, Seth welcomed me with open arms, constantly telling me how happy he was to see me and that his knee was doing so much better.

‘’Someone wanted to see you,’’ Seth began as we got backstage, ‘’I probably don’t have to tell you who I’m talking about.’’

‘’I figured,’’ I sighed as I looked in my bag if I had everything with me;  paper, pen and my phone, ‘’but I’m here to do my job, same goes for you guys.’’

‘’Whatever you say y/n,’’ he chuckled, ‘’I’m heading to the dressing rooms, you coming along?’’

‘’I have to go to the restroom first, I’ll find you eventually.’’ I answered as I gave him a smile. Just as I was probably one meter away from where I was first standing, someone pulled me aside. ‘’Jesus, what the hell-‘’

‘’Y/n, calm down,’’ Roman chuckled.

‘’Oh my god, I’m sorry.’’ I covered my face with my hands, totally embarrassed. ‘’How are you doing?’’ I asked, hoping he would answer my question normally.

‘’Better now I have you for myself for a moment,’’ he murmured as he pushed me against the wall, his body pressing against mine, ‘’you thought you could just ignore me huh?’’

‘’I-I didn’t mean to…’’ I stammered, completely caught off guard.

‘’Of course you didn’t mean to,’’ his hand ran through my hair as the other found my ass, squeezing it tightly, ‘’after my match tonight, you’re coming with me to my hotel and I’ll show you what happens when you ignore me on purpose.’’ He whispered next to my ear, making me shiver.

‘’I c-can’t Roman, there’s so much I…’’ I couldn’t finish my sentence as he pressed his soft lips against mine. I kissed him back, not wanting him to stop.

‘’I assume that’s a yes?’’

‘’I guess so,’’ I whispered, making him smile.

‘’Room 209, I’ll be waiting for you baby,’’ Roman smirked as he walked away, leaving me standing there; turned on and speechless. I took a deep breath and continued my way to the restroom.

——————-

I stood in front of Roman’s room, not knowing if I should knock on the door or not. After what must’ve been two minutes, decided to just knock. Fuck it. He opened it, looking relieved as he saw me. ‘’You came,’’ he said. I could make up a sense of disbelieve in his voice, but I wasn’t questioning it further, ‘’come in.’’ he stepped aside, making room for me to walk inside his suite. It was huge and everything looked beautiful. ‘’I can’t tell you how happy I am that you showed up.’’

‘’I didn’t really have much of a choice,’’ I chuckled as I turned around, facing him.

‘’You always have a choice,’’ he replied, closing the door behind him. ‘’The moment I realized you didn’t want to meet up kinda hurt me.’’

‘’That was not my intention, I’m sorry.’’ I said, feeling a sense of guilt flushing over me. ‘’It was not that I didn’t want to, I wanted it so bad.’’

‘’Then what stopped you?’’ He asked as he stepped closer to me and grabbed my bag, throwing it in the chair next to the queen-size bed.

‘’Thoughts.’’

‘’What thoughts?’’ Roman asked as his hands caressed my cheek, moving down to my hips.

‘’Of not being good enough for you.’’ I whispered. His eyes widened, grip on my waist tightens.

‘’Not being good enough for me? Babygirl, look at you, you’re flawless.’’ He said, making me bite down on my bottom lip. As I did, his whole body language changed, so did his eyes and facial expression. Anger, need, want, lust was what I could feel. ‘’So you thought you were getting away with this?’’

‘’With w-what?’’ I asked as he started to place sloppy kisses on the side of my neck. My whole body tensed as he continued.

‘’Ignoring me,’’ he whispered. Roman lifted me up and his lips hungrily found mine. My arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. ‘’You’re not getting away with it so easily, babygirl.’’ He angrily, but seductively said as he roughly lied me down on the bed. He got rid of his black t-shirt and towered over me. ‘’Take it all off,’’ his dark eyes burning through me, making me obey him without saying a word. While I took my clothes off, he did the same, leaving him only in his boxers. My breathing became heavier as his hand found the thin material of my panties, rubbing slowly. I let out a quiet moan, making Roman smile against my neck. ‘’You’re soaked baby, all for me?’’

‘’All for you Roman,’’ I finally spoke

‘’God you’re such a goddess,’’ he mumbled as he looked at my naked body, his eyes never left mine. I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

‘’Roman please,’’ I breathed, wanting to touch me more.

‘’I want you to stay quiet, don’t say a word, or all of this will be over,’’ he whispered sternly, ‘’You understand?’’

‘’I understand.’’

‘’Good girl. Now lay still for me.’’ He started to nibble on my neck, index finger slowly circling my clit. Two fingers pushed inside of me exaggeratingly slow, making me arch my back. I gasped as he slowly picked up speed and placed sloppy kisses on my collarbone. ‘’Feels good baby?’’ He whispered. The only thing I could do was nod since he demanded me to stay quiet. He grinned against my thigh.

‘’Roman please,’’ I pleaded, breaking his rule. I just couldn’t stand staying muted any longer even though it hasn’t been that long since he asked me to.

‘’I thought I told you to stay quiet,’’ he frowned and as punishment, he slid his fingers deeper, keeping them there. I bit my lip hard, trying not to make a sound. Suddenly, I felt something wet circling my clit slowly. I looked down, finding Roman staring back at me, pure lust and hunger in his eyes. He moaned against me, vibrations almost pushing me over the edge. ‘’You’re not cumming until I say so,’’ he huffed as he pulled his fingers out of me, taking one last lick at my pussy and licked his lips as he kissed his way back up. ‘’I’ll show you what happens when you ignore me,’’ he growled as he kissed me. Desperately kissing him back, my arms wrapped around his neck. I felt the tip against my entrance but before I could savior the feeling, he roughly pushed inside of me. At this point, I didn’t care if I made a sound, it just felt too good. Roman seemed to forget about his own rule as he continued to thrust.

‘’Oh fuck Roman!’’ I cried out. He sped up, his large hands wrapped around my waist.

‘’Tell me how good I’m making you feel,’’ he breathed. The intense pleasure he was giving me, made me feel dizzy. I tried to answer him, but I couldn’t collect the words to make a proper sentence. ‘’I’m waiting,’’ he rubbed my clit fast but gentle.

‘’You’re m-making me feel s-so good oh my god,’’ I moaned into his mouth.

‘’Promise me you won’t ever ignore me again,’’ he said, looking me straight into my eyes.

‘’I p-promise,’’ I shakily said.

‘’What do you promise?’’

‘’I promise n-not to i-ignore you a-again,’’ I whimpered as he hit my g-spot.

‘’Good girl,’’ he smirked as he bit down my lower lip, making me shiver. In a split second, I was lying on my stomach, his dick buried inside of me again, hair in his tight grip. His thrust became rougher.

‘’Fucking hell Roman,’’ I let out a muffled moan as I grabbed the silky sheets.

‘’You’re fucking beautiful,’’ he grunted. ‘’Ah damn baby, that’s it.’’

‘’Roman please.’’

‘’Please what huh?’’ He knew exactly what I wanted as he stated to rub my clit again roughly. But he was passionate too; placing soft kisses on my burning shoulders, rubbing my waist. ‘’You want me to make you cum?’’

‘’Yes please,’’ I begged, ‘’Please Roman, can I cum?’’ The familiar heat began to pool in my lower abdomen. He chuckled and yanked me up by my hair, my back glued to his sweaty chest.

‘’You can cum now babygirl, let me feel you soak my dick,’’ his husky voice whispered in my ear, still rubbing my clit. My walls started to clench around him, making him groan out loud. ‘’Christ y/n you feel so good,’’ Roman moaned. As he licked my neck, I closed my eyes, moaning his name. My orgasm washed over me and if he hadn’t hold me, I would’ve collapsed. I felt him throb inside of me as he continued to thrust. ‘’Shittt,’’ he hissed as I felt him release inside of me.

——————–

‘’I’m sorry if I was too rough,’’ Roman apologized. We were lying under the covers, TV on but I don’t think either of us was actually watching.

‘’I’m sorry for ignoring you,’’ I said, looking up at him. He grinned as he wrapped his arm around me, kissing me on the head.

‘’You’re mine now y/n, there was a reason why the universe brought us together again, Our love is just too strong,’’ he quietly said, making me smile. I looked up, finding him half asleep.

‘’I’m not going anywhere Roman.’’ I kissed his lips and put my head back on his chest.

Disposable pt 17

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16


The chatter of the crowded cafe surrounded you, but at the small table you found in the far corner, it all seemed to fade away. You had no idea how Yoongi had actually talked you into coming, no idea why you weren’t running away–that was all you really wanted to do. There were a million reasons you could think of for Yoongi to be there, and not one of them good. 

It didn’t help that every time you looked at him you were reminded of just how much you cared about him, and just how much you had hurt each other. There was no recovering after what had happened, but Yoongi’s uncharacteristically shy smile gave you butterflies and a hope that you knew was stupid.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you had been sitting there, avoiding the other persons eyes and busying yourselves looking at the table or the floor, but your large coffee was nearly empty and Yoongi had pushed his aside a while ago.

Part of you wanted to keep the silence. It was nice (even if painful) to be around him again, and as long as neither of you said anything, you could pretend that everything was fine, and this wasn’t the last time you would probably ever see him. Even though you knew that the longer it went on, the worse it would be when he was gone, you wanted to live in the moment a little longer. 

But the rational part of you knew better. You needed to get this over with, to rip it off like a bandaid. Maybe today would give you some closure, there was at least a small chance. But either way, the sooner you were out of this cafe and back at your desk, the sooner you could go back to pretending that everything was fine.

“So how have you been?” You asked finally, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped to yours so fast you nearly jumped. 

“Really good, actually.” He said, and you tried to smile. You genuinely were happy to hear this, but it made your heart sink none the less. It was selfish, you knew, but you would be lying if you said you weren’t hoping to hear that he had missed you. “I started playing the piano again, even called my parents last week.”

“That’s great.” You said, broadening your smile. You wondered briefly if you would ever have the chance to hear him play again, but knew that it was unlikely. Even so, the fact that he was doing something he loved again made you more than happy for him.

“What about you?” There was a hesitant concern in Yoongi’s eyes, and you did your best to brush it off. You didn’t know quite how to answer his question, knowing that telling him the whole truth would be pointless.

“I’ve been staying out of trouble.” You said with a smile, wanting away from the subject as soon as possible. “Your new job’s been okay?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi nodded. “I’ll be honest, my boss isn’t as cool as Namjoon, but it’s been going really well.”

“I’m happy for you.” You said, unsure of what else to say, but you meant it. At least one of you had moved on and was happy. 

“Thanks.” It was a simple phrase, but there was something genuine about Yoongi’s smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Look, about what happened…” Yoongi started, and you shook your head. You knew this was going to happen, and you didn’t really want to hear whatever it was Yoongi had to say. It was just going to make all those emotions resurface, and you didn’t know how you were going to deal with it all again. 

“Yoongi…” You started, but he cut in.

“You said you’d hear me out.” He said, his eyes determined. “And I’m afraid if I don’t hurry up and say this, I never will. So I need you to just listen for a bit.” 

You nodded reluctantly, eyes flicking to him before settling on his hands. His nails were bitten down to the quick, and you wondered if it was from nerves at the thought of seeing you. You immediately scolded yourself, there was no reason for you to believe that. 

“I never wanted to care about you.” Yoongi began, and already you were wishing he hadn’t. “Not that it was just you, I kept my distance from everyone for years–I had about a million reasons that I used to rationalize it. I thought I could keep feelings out of it, but you’re just so…” His voice trailed off, and you could have sworn his cheeks had a hint of pink. You could tell he wasn’t having an easy time saying any of this, but you didn’t want to interrupt. “You scare me.” He said after a second, and you couldn’t help a laugh.

“Thanks.” You snorted, playing with a bracelet on your wrist. Yoongi shook his head, giving you a half-smile.

“I said that wrong.” He muttered. “I meant, the way I feel about you scares me.”

You looked up at him slowly to find that his eyes were locked on yours. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, that same flicker of hope leaping into your throat. 

“That I care about you more than I was willing to admit, even to myself. And I treated you like crap for it. I guess I thought maybe if you hated me, I could get over you or some shit.” Yoongi’s eyes dropped, and you opened your mouth to say something. No sound came out however, and you shut it again. 

Could Yoongi be serious? You almost thought that maybe it was some kind of cruel joke, but you were fairly sure even Yoongi wasn’t that good of an actor. You went over his words in your head, biting your lip. 

“I treated you like shit for so long that by the time I finally realized what an idiot I was being, it was too late. So I left.”

“Yoongi–” You tried again, but he interrupted. 

“But I shouldn’t have.” He said firmly. “You didn’t deserve to suffer because I couldn’t be an adult about my feelings. Not a day has gone by since then that I haven’t wanted to tell you, I just couldn’t figure out how. And I can’t tell you how sorry I am for it–for everything.”

You hated that his words were causing your eyes to pool with tears, and you sniffed while trying to blink them away. What were you supposed to say to all that? 

“I guess that’s all I wanted to say.” Yoongi said with a somewhat nervous laugh. “I don’t expect you to give me a second chance or anything, I could never ask for that, I just thought you should know. I should probably go now.” He said as he began to stand. “I just–I didn’t want you to think that it was something you did, or–”

“Don’t go.” You snapped. “You can’t just say all that shit and leave, fucking asshole.” Yoongi sank back down in his chair, looking completely bewildered

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Delicious dinner


Summary: While your father and Carl are away you decide to cook them a meal but you get an unexpected visit from Negan.
Warnings: smut, light choking, Negan’s vocabulary

Your father and Carl were out again scavenging for Negan. Which meant that you were left alone to look after Judith and the house. You decided to prepare dinner for everyone when they get back, so you headed to the kithen and grabbed everything you needed to prepare a delicious dish. It was around 6pm when you heard the rumbling of an engine. Looking through the window of your house you saw that familiar RV which didn’t belong to your father and your heart skipped a beat. The vehicles came to an end and out of one came Negan. He was greeted by one of the people from Alexandria. They were talking about something but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. Suddenly Negan’s head turned to your house and saw you staring through the window. He smiled and nodded his head then headed towards your house.

You heard the opening of a door. “Open up it’s the big bad wolf!” the deep sound of Negan’s voice boomed throughout the house.

“My father isn’t here!” you hurriedly tried to explain before he could invite himself further inside the house. But of course that didn’t stop him, he walked through the hallway and sat on the sofa in the living room with you trailing behind him.

“Well, I guess I’m going to have to fucking wait for him then.” He placed his baseball bat near him and laid down on the sofa with his hands behind his head as if he owned this house. “Wait a minute… do I smell food?” he asked as the scent of cooked food was filling the house.

“Yes, I was just preparing dinner for my family.” You tried to explain as you fiddled with your hands.

“Well fucking thank you! My stomach was just starting to eat itself, so hurry up and set the fucking table. Bring that little angle, too. We are going to eat like a fucking family!” he said happily with a big smile on his face. You didn’t want to disobey him so you quickly ran upstairs to pick up Judith and brought her downstairs. You started putting plates and utensils on the table while Negan slowly walked and sat on one of the chairs. When you were done you joined Negan on the opposite side of the table. Unfortunately, he had other plans and he quickly made a noise of disapproval with his tongue.

“No, sweetheart, come and sit close to me.” You stood up from your safe place and moved to sit next to him. He looked at you with a smug expression on his face while he was eating but you didn’t want to make eye contact with him. Just when you were about done eating he put his hand on your thigh and started rubbing it, you bit your lip before a moan left your lips. The dress that you were wearing slowly started to rise up due to his hand.

“Do you know you’re giving me a fucking hard on when you play housewife like that?” He whispered in your ear which gave you goosebumps. You cleared your throat and stood up from your chair.

“Are you done? Can I clean the dishes?” you asked as if nothing happened and reached for the dishes. As you were walking away you heard him say “Oh, honey I’m just getting started.” You turned on the water and started cleaning the dishes. You looked through your window and saw that it was pitch black, no one was outside. You felt Negan’s presence behind you.

“I’m sure your crew is waiting outside for you. You should leave.” your voice was harsh and it made Negan sigh with amusement.

“Are you sure you want me to, sweetheart?” he asked, his breath tickling your neck as he pressed himself against your back. Your breath caught in your throat when his beard started rubbing against the skin on the back of your neck leaving soft kisses. In an attempt to push him off while squirming you ended up rubbing his groin. Negan laughed at your failed athempt and pushed you further against the sink, trapping you between his body and the sink.

“I can’t someone will find out.” You said looking out the window that is just above the sink.

“I’m sure no one is up this fucking late.” Negan whispered raspily, before he slid his hand under your red dress and into your underwear while his other one wrapped tightly around your waist so your chance of escape was limited… not that you wanted to escape. Your breath was getting heavier by the second and you felt as if your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He continued softly kissing your neck which made you softly moan at the sensation.

“Do you know how fucking hard you make me every time I see you. And that dress, fuck your giving me blue balls just by looking at you.” He huskily whispered into your neck, as moans and groans started steadily filling the house, he finally inserted a finger into your wet cunt and started pumping it. Soon after he added another one and you started rolling your hips against Negan’s palm. The way his fingers curled inside you hitting that certain spot made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck, Negan, please, make me come.” You whispered-yelled when you began to feel the heat in your lower stomach.

You began to grind your hips against his palm, trying to get the most satisfaction out of the situation. Moans began to fill the room each one louder than the last. Thankfully the walls where very thick for your sounds to transfer outside. From the window you could see that most houses had their lights off, which meant that they have gone to sleep.

Without any warning he pulled his fingers out and hooked them around your panties bringing them down easily. You stepped out of them and Negan grabbed your leg to put it on top of the counter. He pulled your dress up and slapped your ass once. Now he had an easier access to fucking you.

“Do you want my big dick in your tight little pink pussy.” He roared and you heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of pants.

“Oh god yes, please Negan fuck me!” you literally begged him. You hadn’t had sex in god knows how long and you needed it. He slid in easily and gave you almost no time to adjust when he set the pace. He was hitting the perfect spot to take you over the edge and you didn’t know how long you could last. You grabbed the sink for support until your knuckles where turning white. He grabbed your throat firmly but not too tight to hurt you.

“Negan I’m close, fuck, harder, yeah right there!” you were encouraging him as you were nearing your climax.

“That’s it baby come on my dick, squeeze that tight little pussy around me.” His dirty talk was enough to get you thought the edge. He continued to trust into you as you rode your climax off. When he was done he zipped his pants up and started walking towards Lucille. It took you time to put yourself back together but once you looked somewhat presentable you followed quickly after him.

“Well, thanks for the delicious dinner, but my crew is waiting for me.” He smirked and started walking to the door. “I’m sure I’ll be coming here quite often.” He said as he shut the door behind him.