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[sourkiki]

WINGS OF THE HEART⠀ ㅤ ⠀ ㅤNISHIMURA RIKI.

ALBUM CONTENT: explicit mature content, monster(dragon) fucking, dom! dragon! 西村力 x fem! reader unprotected sex (wrap it up) ❀ double penetration, riding, belly buldge, faint pregnancy kink 𖤐 1362... ᧔♡᧓ catalogue.

FROM PRODUCER: my first fic in this new account! can't stop thinking about dragon! riki with his current look, so i ended up writing this in one go. don't like? don't read. taglist. @byshens, @chuhees, @doucious.

When you were a child, naive and still too young to experience the cold, harsh reality of the world you live in, your mother will always read you the same bedtime story. The bedtime story has a simple plot—it starts with a princess being kidnapped by the dragon that lives in the forest, situated near the castle.

The king and queen had tried everything they could to find their precious daughter back to them but their efforts were futile. No matter how high and low their search parties searched, they couldn’t find the princess. It was like she had vanished into thin air. 

Years passed and eventually, they gave up, announcing that the princess was dead. What they didn’t know however, is how the princess was still alive. She had discovered the truth: the dragon is actually a human in disguise. It can shapeshift into a human at its free will and what it mostly desired was companionship and most importantly—love. Someone who will love him for who he really is. Someone who can embrace the ‘monstrous’ side of him. Someone who won’t run from him. 

Long story short, the princess ended up learning more about the dragon and to no one’s surprise, she fell in love with him. The reason why your mother read it to you before bedtime was simple: she simply hoped you could find a man and love him for who he is. After all, all mothers would want the best for her children, right? Although, you weren’t sure if your mother would be pleased if she could see your current situation.

“W-Wait, no more,” you panted, trying to move away or push him away but his strength easily overwhelms yours. 

Riki chuckled, ducking his head, his dragon-like tongue slithering out to teasingly graze the shell of your left ear. The heat sent shivers down your spine and made you tightened around him, drawing a mixture of a groan and low, deep growl from him. His eyes glowed a shade of light blue, making him look intimidating. But you weren’t afraid of him. 

“No more?” He echoed with a smirk, hand snaking down to where you’re deeply connected with one another, brushing his hand against your puffy, soaked folds. He jerked upwards, eliciting a surprised gasp from you when you felt his cocks kissing the entrance to your womb. “The way you clenched down on me says otherwise. Why lie when your body’s telling the truth?” 

He coos, lowering his head to trail butterfly kisses down the expanse of your neck that was covered in bite marks and hickeys—a physical claim to anyone who tried to lay their hands on you. That you belong to him and only him. Your breath involuntarily hitched at the fleeting sensation of his sharp fangs grazing against your skin. If he wishes, he could snap your neck and kill you on the spot. But you knew Riki’s too enamored with you to do that. 

You couldn’t speak, mind going hazy when Riki continued thrusting into you at a slow, lazy and languid pace. Like he has all the time in the world to make you fall apart in his arms. You don’t know how much time had passed since Riki had dragged you to your shared bedroom. Your clothes were ripped to shreds with his sharp claws, much to your annoyance. Whatever protests formed died down in your throat when he kissed you, his tongue easily sliding down until it reached the depth of your throat, making you gagged on the slimy muscle. 

One thing led to another and that’s how you ended up straddling his lap, his heavy, scaly tail wrapped around your waist in a possessive grip. Riki leaned against the bedframe, hands making themselves at home on your hips, drawing circles on your bare skin. Your poor hole was stretched impossibly wide in order to accommodate not one, but the girth of two cocks. The first time Riki fucked you, you ended up bleeding, much to your embarrassment but he wasn’t mad. He reassured you, resorting to only using one in the meantime, not wanting the same thing to happen again.. 

Now however, you’re already an expert, with how much Riki have you beneath him, reduced to a trembling, flustered mess. He couldn’t get enough of you. Of how warm and tight you feel with his cocks buried deep inside you, rearranging your insides to fit the outline of him. Of how breathtaking you look when you ride him, using him to greedily chase after your release. Of how angelic you sound with every thrust from him. To him, your moans were music to his ears and if he could, he would worship you until the end of time. 

“Mmpfh, s-so good,” you moaned, head tilting back with your hands loosely wrapped around his shoulders, eyes rolling up to the back of your head. You could get drunk on the intoxicating feeling of his cocks sliding in and out of you. Your slick from your previous few orgasms that Riki had graciously ripped out from you was enough to act as lubricant. 

The room was filled with the loud, sinful squelching sounds with your pleasured moans blending into the background. Your hair stuck to your forehead, skin glowing with a layer of sweat. The muscles in your thighs were starting to ache but you didn’t care when you felt your unknown climax coming. Riki could see the signs—the way your movements were getting sloppy and the way you were struggling to maintain your rhythm.

Which was why in a blink of an eye, he flipped you over onto your back without pulling out. One hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other gripped onto your waist to anchor himself, he pounded into you with no mercy. The sudden change of pace made you whined, back arching off the bed as you let him fuck you. 

“Shit, you’re still so tight even after I’ve fucked you,” he cursed under his breath, sounding as ragged as you are. 

Riki looked down, groaning out loud at how he could see his cocks protruding from your stomach. He watched as the small bump moved with every movement from his hips. His mind begins to spiral. Thoughts of pumping you full with his cum and you carrying his kids—maybe they will be half-human and half-dragons, walking around with your stomach round filled his mind. 

Growling and filled with new vigour, Riki shoved you deeper into the dirtied sheets, hips snapping against yours as he pistoned his hips, determined to get you pregnant. You couldn’t do anything, simply laying there as you let him use you like a ragdoll. Breathless mewls, moans and whimpers spill from your lips endlessly. You cried out when he wrapped his thick, puffy lips around your hardened, sore right nipple, the split end of his dragon tongue circling the bud with ease. 

All it took was one final, hard thrust for you to reach your climax. Your thighs trembled from the pure intensity of your orgasm. Clear, warm liquid gushes out from your pussy, soaking the sheets and your bodies wet. Riki was quick to follow suit, spilling his seed inside you. He made no move to pull out. Instead, he collapsed on top of you, making you let out a dignified squawk as you couldn’t breathe properly. Not when he was suffocating you to death. 

“Get off! You’re heavy!” You squeaked, wriggling your hand out to smack his shoulder. 

Riki shook his head, wrapping his arms around you as his tail loosened its grip around your waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and whined, acting like a child being scolded by their mother. “Don’t wanna. You feel nice and warm.” 

You whacked the back of his head, making him flinched; startled as you scowled. “Yeah, no thanks to a certain someone. I’m all sticky and sweaty too.” 

“Don’t care. I wanna sleep,” he murmured, words borderline slurring as he felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier. The next thing you knew, Riki had fallen asleep with his cocks still inside you, much to your annoyance. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mumbled, cupping his face with your hands, thumbs grazing the skin underneath his eyes. Without his dragon-like features, Riki could pass as a regular young adult. Your eyes softened when he unconsciously nuzzled into your palms, acting like a touch-starved cat. Unable to help it, you leaned forward to press a soft, loving kiss on his forehead. 

Good night, my precious dragon. 

[bubblyi3]

Residuals PART 2 | JJK

"when trust is the currency, betrayal is the gamble."

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: childhood best friends, lovers to enemies to strangers, fratboy!jungkook, heartbreak, uni!au

word count: 13.4k

content warning: angst, mild smut, mild languages

summary: jungkook used to be your everything. your best friend, your first love. but you both grew up and grew apart. he’s now the campus heartbreaker, a cocky frat boy who runs with the worst crowd. when a cruel dare asks him to destroy you just for the fun of it. everything shatters. trust. hearts. and maybe the chance to ever put it back together.

author's note: the anticipation for the next part is so real 😭🔥 i’m seriously blown away by all your feedback and opinions. i read every single one and love them so much 💌🫶🏼 the taglist is still open for a little while longer, so if you want to be added, now’s your chance before i close it! 📝⏳ hope you enjoy this update, and i’m honestly so curious to hear what you think! 👀💭💗

about part 3… i’m planning to work on it a little later, but i’m not exactly sure when since i’ll be pretty busy in the next few days. and plus i want a little writing break lol. anyway, happy reading! so again please feel free to share your thoughts or what you’d like to see happen. though, i do have it mostly planned already 👀

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PROLOGUE || PART 1

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The soft rustle of your dress echoed in your bedroom as you smoothed it down, your heart fluttering with nervous excitement. The mint green shimmered softly in the light, delicate beading catching the golden hour like morning dew. The dress hugged your figure gently, its cowl neckline and flowing ruffled hem giving you the look of something out of a vintage daydream.

A sheer sash tied at your shoulder swayed lightly as you moved. A soft pink shimmer clung to your eyelids, paired with champagne highlighter dusted across your cheekbones and hint of moss green in the crease of your eyes. Your lip gloss, rosy and light. You were almost ready. Your heels sat neatly by your bed, and you carefully clipped on your earrings, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. Tonight, you didn't just feel beautiful. You felt like you belonged in a fairytale.

Your phone buzzed. A message from your date. Your boyfriend.

[Yeonjun]: Be there in 15 minutes. Can't wait to see you :)

You smiled, though your stomach flipped in a way that felt more anxious that excited. It was prom. It was supposed to feel like magic. Perfect. Like in the movies.

Next door, Jungkook stood in front of his mirror, pulling on his black suit, with a crisp white pocket, and slim black tie. He looked sharp, older somehow. Mature in a way that would've made you blink if you thought about it for too long. His mom had popped her head into the hallway and gasped.

"You look so grown up, Jungkook!"

He chuckled as he adjusted his tie. "It's just prom."

"And I'm only sixteen, Mom. Not grown yet."

Still, something flickered behind his eyes as he picked up the corsage for Sohee. The girl who had caught his attention during PE, who giggled at his jokes and flipped her hair just enough to make his ears turn pink.

You didn’t see him leave, but you heard the soft slam of a car door, and when you peeked out your window. There he was… serious, collected, driving off with a sharpness that made your chest feel tight.

About five minutes had quietly slipped by. You’d gone over everything twice. Your phone tucked securely in your clutch, heels slipped on with practiced ease. One last glance in the mirror as you dabbed a fresh coat of gloss onto your lips, a small exhale steadying your nerves. Smoothing down the fabric of your outfit.

Then came the sound. Sharp and unmistakable, it was the doorbell chimed from downstairs, slicing through the silence like a signal that the night was finally beginning. You made your way downstairs, the soft click of your heels echoing in the quiet once you've hit the floorboard.

Yeonjun stood at the entrance, his tux well-fitted and a bouquet in hand that perfectly matched your dress. Your parents welcomed him with warm smiles and watchful eyes. There were polite exchanges, awkward laughs, and a few snaps of the two of you posing at the foot of the stairs. You pinned the boutonniere to his suit, your fingers brushing his chest, and he gently fastened the corsage around your wrist.

He looked at you. “You look beautiful.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

It was… sweet. Not magical, but nice.

The drive to the venue passed in a blur. Streetlights flickering in the windows like fireflies, the buzz of the night ahead humming beneath your skin.

Prom was beautiful.

The gymnasium had been transformed with fairy lights strung across the ceiling, casting a soft golden glow. Music pulsed through the air, bass vibrating under your heels. Waiters in black and white attire circled with trays of finger food, and girls in shimmering dresses laughed beneath the glitter of a mirrored disco ball.

And then, you spotted them.

Kelsy and Linda, your two friends that you managed to make at the start of high school, already sitting at a round table near the back, waving excitedly when they saw you. Kelsy practically jumped up and hurried over in a cloud of lilac tulle, with Linda following closely behind, her champagne-colored gown hugging her like it was made for her.

“Oh my god, you look stunning!” Kelsy said, grabbing your hands as if she hadn’t just seen you yesterday.

“Seriously,” Linda added, eyes wide. “You’re glowing. Like you walked out of a magazine.”

You laughed, hugging them both. “You two are unreal. I was just thinking the same thing.”

Their dates trailed behind them. Kelsy's was Mark, your go-to group project MVP, awkward in a cute way. Linda had brought Kyungsoo, who gave you a polite nod and a compliment about your earrings.

Then Yeonjun stepped beside you and draped an arm around your shoulder, a bit stiff, his smile too practiced. “Hey.”

They greeted him politely, shared quick small talk, and then ushered you all back to the table for a few candid photos. For a while, it felt okay. Comfortable.

But something didn’t sit right. Yeonjun wasn’t quite present. His hand slipped from yours during conversations. He laughed more with the boys from the next table than he did with you. Scrolling his phone under the table. Texting.

You felt your eyes wander, scanning the room, drawn to something. Or someone.

And there he was.

Sitting across the venue at a table decorated with gold accents, next to Sohee in a flowy white dress that made her look angelic. Her hand was on his arm as she leaned in to whisper something. He smiled, laughed but it didn’t reach his eyes. Jungkook gradually looked up and saw you.

You both froze for a breath. He flashes a small, quiet, real kind of smile. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, motioning you over like you were still those two kids from next door, still sneaking out in the late afternoon to race bikes and fight over which Marvel movie was best.

You made a move.

But Yeonjun caught your wrist gently. “Hey, my friends are over there. They got us a table.”

You hesitated for a second.

Then you gave Jungkook the softest smile and nodded at Yeonjun. “Sure. Let’s go.”

The rest of the night unraveled like a slow unraveling thread.

You danced once, maybe twice with Yeonjun. The second time he barely looked at you. His hands weren’t on your waist like they used to be. His smile, when it came, was tired.

You went to grab a drink. He didn’t come with you.

And then, under the warm buzz of fairy lights and pop music, it happened.

Yeonjun pulled you aside near the edge of the dance floor, his voice casual like this wasn’t about to wreck your night.

“Look,” he said, hands in his pockets. “I think we should just be friends after tonight.”

You blinked. “What?”

“We’re still so young,” he went on, eyes darting around. “And I know you want something serious. But you’re… kind of clingy. I just… don’t feel it anymore.”

It wasn’t loud. No shouting. No tears on his end.

Just a quiet, casual betrayal wrapped in cologne and a neatly tied tie.

You stood frozen. Your mouth parted, your heart thudding. The music continued. Laughter, the sound of heels clicking against the polished floor, camera shutters snapping memories.

You turned before the tears could fall. Instinctively scanning the room and finding him.

Jungkook was already looking at you. His expression changed instantly. Concern replacing laughter, Sohee beside him chatting with her friends, unaware.

And in that moment, even across a crowded room, it was like he knew.

You were hurting.

And the boy who once raced you down the hill on bikes and always let you win… wouldn’t let you fall now.

You slipped past the dance floor, through the crowd of glittering gowns and tailored suits, your vision blurring. The hallway outside was dimly lit and quiet. Just the soft thud of bass vibrating through the walls and the occasional distant laugh echoing from behind the closed gym doors.

You leaned against the wall, pulling in shaky breaths, willing yourself not to cry. Not here. Not in heels and highlighter and all this effort.

But the lump in your throat wouldn’t move.

And then... footsteps.

You didn’t look up at first. Not until you heard his voice.

“Hey…”

He stood there, just a few steps away, his dress shirt slightly unbuttoned now, hair a little messier than earlier, like he’d run his fingers through it on the way out.

You straightened a little. “Did you follow me?”

His lips curved into a soft smile. “Kelsy told me to.”

Of course she did. She always loved him. Saw him as more than just your bestfriend. Even if you tried not to.

He stepped closer, hesitant. “Are you okay?”

You almost laughed, but it caught in your throat. “Do I look okay?”

“No,” he admitted. “But I thought maybe… I could change that.”

Your brows lifted. “By doing what? Giving me a lecture? A joke?”

He smiled again, a little sheepish this time. “No. By dancing with you.”

You blinked. “Jungkook-”

“I already asked Sohee,” he added, looking away for a second. “Told her I wanted... needed to check on you. Asked if she was okay with me dancing with you.”

You raised a brow. “And?”

“She was confused,” he admitted, a little breathless, “but I didn’t wait for her answer.”

You let out a small breath. “What if she’s mad?”

He shrugged, stepping even closer. “Then she’s mad. But I’m not going back in there if you’re out here crying.”

You stared at him. At this boy you’d known since you were practically in diapers. The boy who used to braid your friendship bracelets wrong and race you up the hill just to lose on purpose. The boy who now stood in a black suit under low hallway lights, asking you to dance like it meant something.

And it did.

He held out his hand.

You hesitated only a second and then placed yours in his.

He led you back in.

And when the doors opened again, the lights felt warmer. The noise dulled to a hum. The world stopped spinning.

At first, you thought Jungkook was leading you straight to the dance floor. But instead, he veered slightly. Eyes sharp, posture tense. You followed his gaze.

Yeonjun.

Still near the drinks table, laughing like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just shattered your night and walked away without a care. He was surrounded by his friends, sipping from his cup with that same careless grin.

Jungkook didn’t hesitate.

"Yeonjun," he said, voice low and cool. Like a storm on the verge of breaking.

Yeonjun looked up, squinting slightly, like he couldn’t quite believe Jungkook was talking to him. “Uh… hey?”

But Jungkook didn’t waste time.

“You’re a real piece of work.”

Yeonjun raised a brow.  “Excuse me?”

“You dumped her. On prom night,” Jungkook said, his jaw clenching. “Didn’t even have the decency to wait until the end?”

Yeonjun scoffed. “Relax. It was mutual.”

Jungkook took a step closer, voice dipping lower, colder. “You don’t get to say that. You don’t ditch someone who gave you her time, her trust... and leave her to cry alone in a hallway like she didn’t matter.”

Yeonjun blinked, caught off guard. “This really isn’t your business-”

“It is when it’s her,” Jungkook snapped. His tone wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It was laced with something heavier. Protective. Dangerous.

He leaned in close, his next words meant for Yeonjun alone. “Make her cry again… and I’ll knock you out. I won't think twice about it."

Yeonjun’s mouth parted like he wanted to say something, but nothing came. Just a nervous swallow and the flush draining from his face.

And then Jungkook turned.

You were there, a few steps behind. Frozen. Wide-eyed. You couldn’t hear what exactly he had said. Only that it had left Yeonjun pale and speechless.

But somehow, you didn’t care. Yeonjun wasn’t yours anymore.

Jungkook reached for your hand again, slipping his fingers through yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then, without another word, he finally led you to the dance floor.

The slow song wrapped around the two of you like a lullaby. You swayed gently in his arms, your cheek brushing the soft fabric of his suit jacket, heart settling into a rhythm that finally made sense. Every now and then, Jungkook would look down at you. Not saying anything, just being there, and it was enough.

You could’ve stayed like that all night.

But the next track kicked in and it was not another slow song.

Suddenly, synths pulsed through the speakers, that dreamy electronic beat rising like a wave through the ballroom. You recognized it instantly. It was “Walking on a Dream” by Empire of the Sun. One of your old favorites. You and Jungkook used to blast it riding your bikes through the suburbs when the streetlights just started flickering on.

Your head popped up, and you glanced at him.

His brows raised in recognition, the corner of his mouth curling into a grin. “No way.”

You laughed. “They actually played it.”

He pulled back just enough to grab both your hands and, with no warning at all, spun you.

You stumbled a little in your heels but laughed so hard you barely cared. The dreamy beat picked up, and suddenly the dance floor, which had thinned out for the slow song, started coming back to life. Couples broke apart, laughing, moving, jumping, spinning.

Jungkook didn’t let go of your hand once.

“Come on, show me those moves from eighth grade!” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

You gasped, smacking his arm. “You promised to never bring that up!”

“Nope,” he laughed. “This is payback for when you made me do the dougie in front of your parents."

“Oh, that again-” You burst out laughing.

Then the chorus hit, and you both jumped in. Wild, messy, carefree. He twirled you again, and you threw your hands up, hair flying, dress swaying, heart light.

The stares from earlier faded into the background. You didn’t care who saw. You didn’t care who whispered. In that moment, it was just you and Jungkook, dancing like you were twelve again, like nothing had ever changed.

Sohee was still standing at the edge of the floor with her friends, watching. And maybe part of you noticed that. Maybe part of you even enjoyed it, not to be cruel, but because for once, the roles were reversed.

Jungkook caught your eye and leaned in, slightly breathless, his hair falling over his forehead. “You look like you're actually having fun again.”

You nodded, smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. “Because I am.”

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, holding your gaze just a second longer than necessary.

And under the flashing lights, with that nostalgic beat filling the air, you suddenly realized something. That this was the moment you'd remember.

Not Yeonjun. Not the break up.

But this. The dancing, the laughter and him.

The chorus of the song pulsed around you, neon lights flickering across the dance floor like stars crashing into earth. Jungkook suit jacket was no longer on. You laughed as you spun around, letting your hair fly loose, your dress twirling at your knees. For the first time that night, you felt weightless.

Free.

You didn’t notice Jungkook had stopped dancing until you turned back toward him.

He wasn’t moving. Just standing there, chest rising and falling with steady breaths, watching you like you were the only thing in the room worth seeing.

Like the chaos, the music, the people. None of it existed anymore.

His eyes softened, lips parted just slightly, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words.

You tilted your head. “What?” you asked, breathless from dancing.

He didn’t respond. Just took one step closer.

Then another.

And then before you could even process it. His hand slipped gently behind your neck, and he leaned in.

His lips met yours.

Soft at first. Like a question.

You froze for a heartbeat, not out of fear or confusion, but out of everything. Shock. Wonder. Relief. And then, without thinking, you melted into it. Into him.

The music faded beneath the roar of your pulse.

It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t perfect, but it was real. Years of knowing each other, of moments unspoken, of stolen glances and silent loyalty. It all collided in that one kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. His breath was warm, his voice barely audible above the beat of the song still playing.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispered.

You blinked up at him, lips still tingling, heart still racing. You didn’t know what to say, not right away. But your silence didn’t scare him. He just smiled, like he didn’t need an answer. 

Jungkook tasted like soda. Lemon, to be exact. Sharp and sweet, like summer and surprises. It lingered on your lips a little longer. It felt dizzying, addictive, like something you shouldn’t want but craved anyway. And maybe part of you hated that he still technically came to prom with Sohee. That she'd been the one on his arm when he walked in. That her corsage was still fastened neatly at her wrist while you danced with the boy she was supposed to be with.

But the way Jungkook looked at you like nothing else existed… it made the edges of that ache soften. Just a little.

Still, the tension lingered, refusing to fade even as the music died down and the lights brightened. By the end of the night, after hours of mingling, laughing with friends, dancing under dim lights, and picking at plates of food. Jungkook had somehow made your prom night feel memorable, even magical in moments.

As the crowd slowly thinned, classmates trickled out in small groups, and teachers stood in clusters, exchanging quiet conversation by the doors. Sohee hovered near the exit with her arms crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t say much, but the tightness in her jaw said enough.

“I can take you both home,” Jungkook had offered, his voice casual, like nothing had shifted.

Sohee’s eyes snapped to you, then back to him. “It’s fine. I already called my dad,” she said quickly, voice a little too clipped. “He’s almost here.”

“You sure?” Jungkook asked, brows slightly knit.

“I’m sure,” she replied, gaze cutting in your direction. “Besides… you two seem busy.”

Neither of you responded to that.

Sohee walked off without another word, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The car ride that could’ve been a triangle never happened. Instead, it was just you and Jungkook, the night air heavy with everything unspoken.

Even though your houses were right next to each other, he still pulled into your driveway. The engine idled for a moment before he turned it off. He didn’t say anything at first. Just got out and rounded the car to open your door.

You stepped out slowly, the hem of your dress grazing the ground. His jacket, which he had put on you earlier, still draped over your shoulders.

He walked you to your front door, not rushing, not speaking. Just… being there.

And then, right as you reached the steps, he finally asked, “You okay?”

You turned to look at him, heart full and aching all at once.

A soft smile curved your lips. “I am now.”

Jungkook fell silent for a beat, his gaze shifting to the side as he slid his hands into the pockets of his slacks. “I didn’t like him anyway.”

You raised a brow, momentarily thrown. “You mean… Yeonjun?”

He let out a quiet scoff, tongue clicking in annoyance as he shook his head. “Yeah. The guy’s a total ass. I overheard him talking with his boys once. Saying the only reason he got with you was because he felt sorry for you.”

Your breath caught. “Seriously?” A beat passed. “Wow… he really is an ass.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything right away. Just gave a small smile. It was soft, but there was something protective beneath it. His eyes flicked over to you, lingering. “You looked really pretty tonight. The dress. Your hair. Everything.”

A warmth bloomed in your chest. “Thanks. I’ve got your mum to thank for that. She has an eye for this stuff. She helped me pick out the best one.”

His smile widened, just slightly. “Well… she was right.”

You nudged him gently with your shoulder. “And you don’t look so bad yourself, Jeon.”

A silence settled again, comfortable this time.

Your eyes flicked toward the house next door, before returning to his.

"You should probably head home," you said gently, voice low. "It's late."

He nodded slowly, reluctantly. "Yeah... suppose I should."

You slipped off his jacket, handing it back as you took a small step back, arms folding in front of you. A faint smile tugged at your lips. "Goodnight, Kook.'"

He lingered for a second longer, like he wasn’t quite ready to cross the few steps that would take him back to his door. Then suddenly, without warning, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms.

Your breath caught.

His embrace was warm, secure, a little too long to be casual. He didn’t say anything. Just held you like he meant it. Like he needed it. Like letting go too soon might break something in him.

And maybe, in you too.

You stood frozen for a moment before letting yourself relax into him, your hands finding his back. The fabric of his dress shirt was soft beneath your fingertips, but it was the heartbeat you felt against your own that made your throat tighten.

He finally pulled away, slowly, almost reluctantly.

Neither of you mentioned the kiss from earlier. You didn’t need to.

Because the real moment wasn’t the kiss.

Not the dance.

Not even the jealousy.

It was this.

Jungkook, just a few steps from home, still choosing to stay for a little longer.

Still choosing you... even in silence.

Your eyes blink open slowly, the weight of half-slept dreams still clinging to your lashes. For a second, you don't know where you are. Your mind pulling from fragments of a dream that felt real only moments ago.

You weren't sixteen anymore, at prom, twirling under fairy lights, laughter ringing in your ears as Jungkook spun you around like you were the only girl in the world. No soft music, no warm hands. You weren't even in that familiar memory anymore. Instead, your ceiling stares blankly back at you, the soft hum of a Sunday morning filtering in through your cracked window.

The smell of dew and cut grass drifts in as light creeps across the floor of your room. The air feels slow, a little heavy. You let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes. You don't even remember what you were supposed to be doing today. All you know is that last night, you stayed up far too late. Pouring yourself into dense business readings, getting nowhere with that damn case study report you had to work on.

And then there was Jungkook.

You stared at his name glowing on your phone screen, feeling a strange distance between you. His message sat there unread, unopened, just as he deserved. Yet, you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering back to it. Back to him. After all, wasn’t this what you wanted? To have him back in your life? To have your best friend back?

You throw the covers off, the sheets twisted and clinging to your legs like the thoughts you’ve been trying so hard to outrun. It's almost pathetic. How even the air in your room feels like it carries traces of him. Like he still lingers, even when he shouldn’t.

You hate it.

That somehow, despite everything, Jungkook thinks a single message. Probably crafted with zero effort is enough to worm his way back into your day. Your mind. Your heart.

Not after what he had done.

Not after he let his friends talk about you like you were disposable. A joke. Right there, in front of him, and he didn’t flinch. He let their words hang in the air like it wasn’t his job to shut it down. Like he wasn’t supposed to be the one to protect you.

He ignored you. Brushed you off. Dismissed you when it was convenient for him.

And God, you try not to think about your twenty-first birthday. The way the day came and went, and there was no text. No call. No surprises. Just silence from the one person who was supposed to know what that milestone meant to you. Who was supposed to be there.

Especially after you showed up for his.

Even when it wasn’t your kind of scene. Chaotic, wild, too many strangers crammed into a space pulsing with loud music and strobe lights. The kind of party that felt like it had been thrown for social media rather than for connection. Drinks being poured like water, shots passed around like candy, and girls. There were girls everywhere, clinging to him, laughing a little too loudly at everything he said. Half the people there probably didn’t even know Jungkook, not really. Just heard that he was throwing a rager and decided to show up.

But you? You showed up for him.

And he didn’t even expect you to.

You can still remember how his expression changed the moment you stepped through that door into the frat house. There was a flicker of surprise. Like a part of him had convinced himself you’d finally walked away for good. Maybe, deep down, he was hoping you wouldn’t show up at all, just so he could tell himself you were the one who left first.

But you did come. Because it was tradition. Because for as long as you can remember, you and Jungkook never missed each other's birthdays. It was just an unspoken rule. A thread that tied your childhood to your present, something steady, even when everything else was falling apart.

You even got him a gift, not some small, last-minute thing, but the wireless headphones he’d once casually mentioned in passing. The latest model. Beneath his passion for film and all that, you knew Jungkook loved music, and lately, he’d been getting into gaming and streaming too. That was another reason you’d chosen those headphones.

He hadn’t expected it. You saw it, the brief, flickering shadow of something like guilt in his eyes as he unwrapped the gift, caught off guard by the thoughtfulness.

And still, somehow, when it was your turn, he didn’t even show up.

Even after you had sent him a gentle reminder the night before the actual day. A reminder of how excited you were to celebrate your twenty-first with him. You had booked at the new diner, the one with that Korean BBQ vibe you knew he’d love.

You tried to convince yourself you weren’t bothered by his absence, even as your friends kept reassuring you he’d show up.

Kelsey, was the first to notice something was off. She gave you a small, uneasy smile. “I know it’s not like him to miss something this big.”

Linda nodded beside her, frowning. “Yeah… and honestly, we’re starting to believe you. This whole ‘new Jungkook’ vibe. You might be right. He’s not the same anymore.”

Kelsey reached out to squeeze your hand. “But hey, this is your night. We’ll make sure it’s still a good one, no matter what.”

From there you blew out your candles and spent the night laughing through bowling and karaoke with your uni friends and your old high school duo. The ones who actually showed up, who actually cared.

It was real. It was alive.

And still, he didn’t.

So no, he doesn’t get to act like a message means anything. Like that one text wipes away the silence, the absence, the times you were left hanging. It doesn’t. Not even close.

Without thinking, your eyes flicker toward the bouquet of crocheted tulips sitting on your desk. Soft, pastel coloured and handmade. The ones Jungkook brought you yesterday at the weekend market.

It wasn’t even the tulips themselves. It was the nerve. The way he acted like those stitched flowers could somehow cover over everything he’s done. Like yarn and effort could could bridge the growing distance, erase the quiet moments where you felt him slipping further away.

A flare of irritation hits your chest. Sharp and fast. You scoop the bouquet off your desk with one hand and march out of your room, heavy steps on the hardwood floor.

You’re fully ready to toss the whole thing in the bin.

But you freeze mid-step at the bottom of the stairs.

In the lounge, your parents sit with mugs in hand, already dressed for the day. Your mum’s hair is loosely braided, soft strands escaping here and there, while your dad scrolls through the news on his tablet. Both look up the moment they notice you.

Your mum pauses mid-sip, blinking in confusion as you stand there like a half-dressed storm cloud, hair a bit messy from sleep, in just your oversized tee and shorts… clutching a bouquet of crocheted tulips like it’s the smoking gun in a crime scene.

To them, you probably looked unhinged. Or sleepwalking. Or both.

“Morning, Y/n,” your mum says slowly, cautiously.

“Morning,” your dad echoes, though there’s already amusement in his voice, like he knows this is about to be something.

Their eyes both land on the tulips.

Your mum leans slightly forward. “What are you doing with those?”

You blink.

Your mind blanks.

And then, like a reflex, you lie.

“They’re for you!” you blurt, voice a little too chipper, a little too high.

Your mum’s face scrunches, confused. “Wait... aren’t those from Jungkook?”

You force a laugh. “Yeah… I mean, yes. But I totally forgot I meant to give them to you instead. Thought you’d like them better. You know… handmade… tulips…”

She raises an eyebrow.

And then, just to dig the hole deeper, you add, “Also, I’ve, um… recently developed an allergy to acrylic.”

The moment the words leave your mouth, you want to sink through the floor.

Your dad looks up from his mug, eyes wide. “You what?”

“Since when?” your mum chimes in, clearly caught off guard.

“Acrylic yarns,” you say, keeping a straight face, too far gone to backtrack now. “Apparently, I picked it up during uni.”

A heavy silence hangs between you all.

Your dad clears his throat, setting down his mug with a soft clink. “Well… I guess you should throw that out then."

Your mum shakes her head. "No! I'll keep it. It's from Jungkook. After all, I wouldn’t want it to go to waste."

You let out a quiet sigh of relief.

“Fine, but just… keep it at a good distance from me,” you say, forcing a half-smile. “I don’t want to end up sneezing all over the place.”

Your mum grins, clearly pleased with the compromise. “Deal. I’ll treasure it. For both of us.”

Your dad chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Only you would come up with an allergy to yarns.”

You laugh along, the tension easing as the moment shifts from awkward to warm, even though the truth behind your excuse isn’t quite so simple.

Holding out the tulips awkwardly, your mum takes them gently. “Well, thank you, I guess,” she says with a soft smile.

You nod and turn on your heel before they can ask any more questions.

But as you walk back toward the kitchen. Barefoot, flustered, and still wrestling with yourself, you feel a sharp twist in your chest.

Because no matter how ridiculous it all seems, no matter how much you tell yourself those tulips mean nothing now, the truth remains. He still got to you. He found a way to crawl under your skin. And here you are, cleaning up the mess of feelings he left behind.

And it sucks.

But maybe that’s proof. Proof that you’re still learning how to let go.

And as you told that little lie about being allergic to acrylic yarns, next door, Jungkook is just waking up.

He groans, arm thrown over his eyes. His room is dim, curtain still drawn, but he can see the faint light sneaking through the edges. He doesn’t check his phone immediately. He already knows.

You still didn’t reply.

Last night, he had stayed up longer than he needed to. Pretending to focus on his film assignment while watching your bedroom light from his window. Just waiting. Just hoping. For something.

He sits up, rubbing his face, a bitter taste in his mouth. Not from sleep, but from regret. Maybe he pushed too far this time. Maybe you finally had enough. Fuck no. I can't back out yet.

Eventually, he drags himself out of bed, goes through the motions. Shower, brush teeth, throw on something decent. Still, your silence clings to him like static.

Downstairs, he’s greeted by the scent of breakfast. Toast and eggs, maybe pancakes if his dad got ambitious. His parents are chatting in the kitchen.

“Morning,” he mumbles.

“Morning, son,” his dad says. “Plans today?”

“Not really. Was gonna go out, take a stroll somewhere."

His mom looks over her shoulder. “Why don’t you and Y/n, go visit Halmoni Boksoon today? She’d love to see you both. It’s been too long.”

Jungkook pauses, heart tugging a little. Halmoni Boksoon.

He forgot about her. About the summer days you both spent there, how she’d spoil you with lemonade and stories while your parents worked overtime. The garden swings, her laugh, her warm hugs.

He feels a pang of guilt. Then warmth.

“Yeah,” he says, softer. “That might be nice. I’ll ask Y/n."

He pulls his phone out again, thumb hovering over the same thread. The message you didn’t reply to.

His mum glances up. “Why are you texting her? Just walk over. She’s right next door.”

He blinks, like it’s only just occurred to him. “Oh… right.”

He stuffs his phone into his pocket. Maybe he can fix things in person. Maybe he’ll say something you can actually believe this time.

But as he’s heading toward the door, a part of him forgets something. Something important.

The bet.

The dare.

The reason he had even sent you a text in the first place.

And what he doesn't know is that across the fence, you’re done letting him play tug-of-war with your heart. Because today isn’t about Jungkook.

It’s about you.

... so you thought.

You had freshened up since the whole crochet fiasco, hair loosely done, makeup light but enough to make you feel awake, present. Your hoodie was zipped halfway, and your sneakers sat by the door, ready to slip on. You still hadn’t fully decided on where the day would take you. Maybe a café nearby, maybe a walk down by the old park trail. Or maybe, if your parents were feeling generous, you’d ask to borrow the car. Nothing serious. Just a scenic drive with music on and the windows cracked open to let the breeze carry everything away.

In the meantime, you sat with your parents in the lounge again, the mood light. Your dad was telling one of his infamous stories from his early work days. About a photocopier jam that turned into a full on evacuation drill. On the other hand, your mum couldn’t stop laughing, her head leaning against the couch as she wiped a tear from her eye. You chuckled too, genuinely, grateful for the stillness of the moment.

It felt warm. Safe.

Normal.

Until it didn’t.

A knock echoed from the front door.

Not loud, but purposeful.

Your dad paused his story mid-sentence, looking toward the hallway. You were closest, so you stood up and walked over. Assuming it might be Ms. Jeon... or the postman.

You didn’t even hesitate as you turned the handle and opened the door.

But your breath caught in your throat the moment you saw him.

Piercings, tattoos. His hoodie was thrown on carelessly over a plain white tee, sleeves pushed up, revealing the ink that curled around his arm. But it was his eyes that did it. Those familiar doe eyes. Wide, unreadable, with the kind of softness that used to make you crumble. The kind that still somehow made you falter, even now, when you didn’t want them to.

He looked at you like he wasn’t sure if he should smile. Like he wasn’t sure if he deserved to.

You were frozen, hand still on the doorframe.

He spoke first.

“Hey.”

Simple. Quiet. Weighted.

Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out at first. The air felt heavier with him standing there. Like he brought all the weight of your shared history with him.

“Hi,” you said, voice low. Guarded.

He glanced past you into the house, then back at you. “I didn’t mean to just show up, but… I figured I’d come see if you wanted to go visit Halmoni Boksoon. Like old times.”

Like old times.

He really had the nerve.

You almost laughed.

“Now’s not a good time,” you said calmly, trying to step out slightly, subtly blocking his view from the inside of your house. As if you were hiding something, even though he's been inside so many times before.

He nodded slowly, chewing on his bottom lip the way he always did when he was trying not to say too much, too soon. “Right. I figured. Since you didn't respond to my text.”

Before you could say anything else. Before you could tell him to go away or shut the door on him. Your mum's voice floated in from the lounge, light and curious.

“Is that Jungkook?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, silently cursing how easily his voice carried.

That one line from her was all he needed. Permission. He stepped fully into the doorway, past the invisible line you hadn’t realized you were drawing. And just like that, he was inside.

“Morning!" he called out, all fake cheer and sunshine. You rolled your eyes as he brushed past you. His scent... faint cologne and fabric softener, clinging in the air between you.

“Morning, Dad,” Jungkook added with a polite nod. Just like he always had since you were kids.

Your father looked up from his tablet, a warm smile tugging at his face, the kind that deepened the lines near his eyes. From the couch, your mum grinned. “Can you ask your mother if she’s still coming with me to bingo night?”

Jungkook chuckled as he made himself comfortable at the edge of the armchair near your dad. “Are you kidding? You know she lives for bingo night. She’ll be there with her ‘lucky lipstick’ and two daubers.”

That made your mum laugh. A real, warm sound that pulled at something nostalgic in you, the kind that made you feel like a kid again.

And as time went on, conversation flowed easily around the room, like Jungkook hadn’t just ambushed you. Like his presence wasn’t a sore spot.

“So,” your dad chimed in with a knowing grin, “you get bored of all that film study already, Jungkook? Or did you come over because you’re just bored and missing Y/n?”

Jungkook didn’t skip a beat. He turned to glance at you with a soft smile, but then his gaze landed on something else.

The crocheted tulips. Sitting on the dining table at the back. Your mum must've had place them there after your whole thing with acrylic yarn. She had noted to herself to take it up to the room later on.

His smile faltered for half a second. You watched the recognition click in his eyes. He tilted his head slightly.

“Oh,” he said, as if everything was starting to click. “Glad you like the tulips, by the way. Figured you’d have them up in your room.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could offer any sort of retort, your mum jumped in, completely unaware of the emotional minefield she was stepping into.

“She loved them so much,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “Though apparently, she’s suddenly allergic to acrylic yarn now.”

You froze.

Jungkook blinked, clearly confused at first.

Then it hit him.

That was your excuse? How could you possibly be allergic to acrylic yarn? when just yesterday you seemed perfectly fine with it?

His brows lifted slightly. He didn’t say anything right away, but the way his lips curved. Tight and unsure, told you everything. He knew it was a lie. And now he knew what it meant.

She really does hate me.

But he didn’t let it show in front of your parents. Instead, he cleared his throat and kept playing the part.

“Well,” he said lightly, “guess I’ll remember to get silk next time.”

Your heart gave a bitter twist. Next time? Like you’d ever let there be a next time.

Then he turned back toward your parents, shifting the conversation before the moment could hang too long in the air.

“Actually, I came by because Mum had an idea. Thought maybe Y/n and I could go visit Halmoni Boksoon. It’s been a while since we’ve seen her... and I think it’d make her really happy.”

Your dad nodded immediately. “That’s a great idea.”

“She’d love that,” your mum added, eyes turning toward you with something unreadable behind them. “You two always used to spend time with her. I’m sure she misses you both.”

Your stomach twisted. Not because you didn’t want to see Halmoni. You loved her. You missed her. The woman practically helped raise you. Her house smelled like jasmine tea and honey, and her hugs always lasted long enough to warm the coldest days.

But going with Jungkook?

Absolutely not.

“Maybe I’ll go tomorrow,” you said quickly. “Give her a call, see what works. You can go today.”

Your mum tilted her head, frowning a little. “Why not today? You’re not too busy, are you?”

It was a fair question, but a loaded one.

Because this hesitation wasn’t like you. You’d always been eager to hang out with Jungkook. Always chasing him, always defending him, always caring for him.

So this shift? She noticed. And you knew it.

But before you could respond, Jungkook stood up and stepped toward you casually, his arm draping around your shoulders like it was second nature.

Your body went stiff under his touch.

He leaned in, cheek brushing yours, and smiled. Big, fake and charming.

“Come on,” he said playfully. “It’ll be fun. Like the old days, remember? We used to eat all her rice cakes and watch TV until we knocked out on her couch.”

You stared ahead, teeth clenched behind a forced smile.

Like the old days.

The thing about the old days? You weren’t this angry back then. You weren’t this heartbroken, this bruised, this unsure of who Jungkook really was.

And now, here he was. Still trying to stay close, to stay needed, even if he didn’t deserve it anymore.

Just from this morning and how you'd made an unspoken plan. Right from the moment the idea was planted in the room. Avoid Jungkook as much as possible during this semester break. You needed space to untangle your thoughts, to find yourself without the constant pull of his complicated presence.

But here you were now, sitting behind the wheel of your mum’s car, the leather worn but familiar beneath your fingers, and Jungkook settled in the passenger seat. A shift from the usual. You'd offered to drive, mostly because you just wanted to take control. Both the car and the situation.

The drive to Halmoni was short. No more than twenty minutes through winding suburban streets where trees bowed low over cracked footpaths, and the scent of spring blossoms hung in the air.

You tapped the stereo, letting music pour out, loud enough to fill the small space and drown out the awkward silence between you.

For a while, it seemed to work.

You kept your gaze locked on the road ahead, hands steady on the wheel, your mind calculating every turn, every light.

Jungkook sat still beside you, eyes watching the passing scenery, but not saying a word.

Until the volume dropped suddenly.

You glanced over to find him reaching for the dial, his voice breaking the quiet with a teasing edge.

“You can’t give me the silent treatment forever, you know,” Jungkook said, voice deceptively light but his eyes dark, searching and desperate. “Allergic to acrylic… really? That’s the excuse you’re sticking with?”

You bit your lip, feeling the weight of every unsaid thing pressing down. The words wanted to come out harsh. Like the bitterness still simmering beneath your skin, but you swallowed them.

“I’m driving,” you said, voice steady but cold, like glass. “And yes. I am. It’s pretty common now, actually.”

He scoffed, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the tension thickening the air between you. “Come on, you really hate me that much princess? After everything?”

“Don’t ever call me that,” you snapped. “And yeah, maybe I have stopped pretending I even liked you.”

His chest tightened, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. His breath hitched sharply, and for a moment, his eyes glazed over. Distant, lost in a memory that pulled him back to that night at the house party.

He could almost feel the rough wall pressing behind him, hear the music’s bass vibrating through the air, taste the bitterness curling on his tongue. The piercing on his lip, the fresh tattoos marking someone new.

And then his own voice. Clear and painfully familiar, echoed inside him. “Maybe I just stopped pretending.”

He blinked, shaken by the ghost of that moment.

This wouldn’t be easy.

Jungkook knew he had to take it slow, let you believe it was your choice. To open up, to get close again.

But he’d keep the leash tight, just enough so that when he pulled, you couldn’t pull away.

And if you broke… or when you did…

He’d be there to catch the pieces.

His voice dropped low, rough with emotion, almost a whisper meant only for himself. “I’m sorry, okay? For how I’ve treated you. For that night. For what I said.”

A heavy silence settled between you.

Finally, you sighed. A breath weighed down by days of frustration and fading hope. “Jungkook,” you said softly, reluctant, “Let’s just go visit Halmoni. Be civil. For her.”

He nodded slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction. “For her,” he echoed.

And so, you focused on the road again. The car hummed along the quiet streets, the music now soft and fragile. Like the delicate peace between you both, uncertain but holding on, if only for a little while.

Pulling up to Halmoni Boksoon’s house, the familiar sight hit you like a bittersweet wave. Everything was the same, yet somehow different.

The garden still flourished with wildflowers, though some patches had grown a little wilder, the edges less tended than you remembered. The orange tree stood tall and proud in the corner of the yard, its branches heavy with fruit, casting dappled shadows across the cracked concrete path.

You and Jungkook climbed out of the car, the quiet crunch of gravel beneath your feet breaking the stillness of the morning. The sun warmed your skin, but a quiet nervousness settled in your chest.

Together, you walked up the worn steps to the porch, the wood creaking faintly under your weight. The door was the same faded blue with the little brass knocker shaped like a lion’s head.

You lifted your hand and pressed the doorbell.

Silence hung for a beat.

Then, a faint shuffle echoed from within.

A tiny square peep hole on the door swung open just enough for a pair of eyes to peek out. When Halmoni saw you both standing there, her face lit up instantly. You could almost hear the joy in her voice from behind the door, even before it opened.

“Oh, my darlings!” she called out, her tone bright and warm, “I can’t believe you’re both here! I thought I’d have to wait forever.”

The door swung open, and there she was. Halmoni Boksoon,  just as you remembered. Slightly stooped but strong, with silver hair pulled into a loose bun and eyes twinkling with love and surprise. Her floral apron was dusted with a hint of flour, as if she’d been baking just before you arrived.

She stepped forward and wrapped you both in a tight hug, her arms surprisingly strong despite her age.

“My goodness, what’s the occasion? Why didn’t you just call first?” she asked, her voice filled with that familiar mix of curiosity and gentle scolding.

Neither of you had the chance to answer before she took your hands and started pulling you inside, her excitement too big to hold back.

“Come on, come in,” she urged, practically dragging you past the threshold. “You both look like you could use some tea and something sweet.”

The scent of fresh jasmine tea and cinnamon greeted you the moment you stepped inside. The comforting aroma instantly melting some of the tension you'd carried in the car.

You and Jungkook exchanged a glance, one heavy with unspoken words. But for now, you both let yourselves be pulled into the warmth of the moment, even if only just for Halmoni's sake.

Jungkook now settled into the cozy armchair by the window, the soft sunlight catching on the silver glint of his piercings and the intricate tattoos winding up his forearm. Halmoni ’s eyes flickered curiously to them, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “So, it’s university break then?” 

Jungkook nodded, folding his hands on his lap. “Yeah, just a short break. Plenty of work to catch up on, but it’s nice to have a little time off.”

Halmeoni chuckled warmly. “I remember my university days. Dreaming big, feeling like the world was wide open. What are you studying again, Kook?”

"Film production,"Jungkook said proudly, a spark lighting his eyes. “However, I want to tell real stories. Things people don’t always see.”

“That’s wonderful,” she said, her gaze softening. “Your tattoos... they tell stories too, don’t they? Each one a piece of who you are.” She glanced at you then, beaming. “You two are still as close as ever, I see. Just like your mums. Best friends since before you were born, practically grew up side by side. I’ve been there for them through everything, you know.”

You smiled politely, warmed by Halmoni’s presence but weighed down by years of tangled history with Jungkook.

Halmoni’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned in, her tone dipping into playful territory. “Your mums always hoped you two would grow up close. And who knows… maybe more than just best friends someday.” She paused, her smile turning sly. “You know, dating… marriage even. They used to say it like it was already written in the stars.”

You nearly choked on the tea she’d handed you moments earlier, coughing into your sleeve while Jungkook froze beside you, eyes slightly too wide.

“Me? Dating Jungkook?” you managed between coughs, your voice straining somewhere between disbelief and sarcasm.

Because the truth was. Before Jungkook turned into this smug campus jock with a permanent chip on his shoulder and a rotation of girls in his bed. There had been a time. A quiet closeness. Lingering stares. A kiss or two, more than once. His hands had known your skin. Your heart had once, stupidly, softened around the idea of him. That was probably why, back then, he refused to call it anything. Why he backed away when things felt too real.

“Halmoni, Y/n’s like a sister to me,” Jungkook said quickly, his tone smooth and casual, too casual. “I wouldn’t imagine dating her or anything like that.”

Ouch. That one stung.

You masked it with a roll of your eyes, a tight smile curling your lips. “Right. I wouldn’t dream of dating anyone like Jungkook anyway.”

Halmeoni simply chuckled, not missing the edge beneath both your voices. “Don’t worry, dear. Sometimes love sneaks up on you when you least expect it.” Her eyes flicked between the two of you. Amused, wise and too knowing for your liking. “But no pressure. Life’s too short not to take chances.”

The room felt heavier then, tension settling in like a storm cloud beneath the cozy warmth. You and Jungkook, yet again, exchanged a glance. Awkward, unreadable and said nothing.

Halmoni chuckled softly as she set down her teacup, turning her body toward you. "Now, enough about all that,' she said with a smile. "Tell me about your studies, Y/n."

Time drifted by like that. Halmoni’s stories from years past weaving seamlessly with yours and Jungkook’s tales of campus life, though he carefully left out the parties, the girls, and the way he’d treated you. You spoke of deadlines, ambitions, and distant dreams.

Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, Halmoni  stood and clapped her hands together.

“Come on, I want to show you two something out back.”

Curiosity piqued, you both followed her through the back door and into the garden. The familiar scents of earth and blooming flowers surrounded you.

To your surprise, tucked behind the orange tree and partially hidden by climbing vines, was a small greenhouse. The glass panes caught the sunlight, sparkling like a little jewel among the greenery. Nearby, sprinklers were set up, their gentle spray misting the air.

"Both your dads built it last summer,” Halmeoni said with a proud grin. “Thought I’d try my hand at some herbs and flowers. Keeps me busy.”

Jungkook stepped closer, examining the neat rows of pots and seedlings. You wandered around, feeling the cool mist from the sprinklers brush against your skin.

Suddenly, a sudden spray of water caught Jungkook off guard, drenching his shoulder.

"Halmoni!"

Then a second spray comes at him. Maybe a third and a forth. The water hit Jungkook full force, soaking him from head to toe. His shirt clung to his skin, droplets running down his tattooed arm as he sputtered and laughed, completely caught off guard.

She stood behind the hose, giggling uncontrollably, eyes twinkling with playful delight. “Had to get you back for that time you splashed me at the river when you were like... ten years old, didn’t I?”

You, on the other hand, started laughing. A sound that to Jungkook was suddenly beautiful, reminding him how much he’d missed hearing it. But just as quickly, the thought slipped away.

“Oh, so you wanna laugh, Princess?” he called out, spotting the second sprinkler nearby. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he grabbed the hose and aimed it at you. Your laughter burst louder, eyes sparkling and breath catching in surprise as the water sprayed.

The cold spray hit you square in the chest, and you squealed, stepping back with a startled laugh. Jungkook’s laughter echoed behind you as he chased after you, playful and relentless.

“Hey, come back here!” you shouted, trying to dodge the icy water.

Halmoni threw up her hands in playful surrender, shielding her face as a stray spray caught the hem of her apron. Jungkook quickly lowered the hose, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips.

“Can’t soak the old lady,” he said with a grin. “She’s earned a pass.”

You took off again, heart racing as you weaved through the garden. Bursting out of the greenhouse, the warm, humid air clung to your skin.

But Jungkook was faster than you expected. Just as you neared the porch, his hands caught your arms, steadying you before you could slip away.

For a moment, the playful chase froze, and you caught the sight of him. The familiar face framed by wet hair plastered to his forehead, the sharp contrast of dark eyes, cheeky smile. Your childhood friend.

But then the weight of everything else crashed back.

This was Jungkook, yes. The same boy who’d once built forts with you and shared secrets beneath the stars.

But also the one who had changed. The campus fratboy.

The one who had shown you, with words and actions, that you were no longer part of his world.

And in that moment, you realized that he wasn't really your Jungkook anymore.

You pulled back gently, wiping water from your face, your voice soft but steady. "I'm glad we came together, for Halmoni," you said, meaning every word. Despite how much you didn’t want to come with him before. "But this... you can't do that."

Jungkook’s smile wavered, his eyes searching yours. For a glimpse of what once was, or maybe what still could be.

He took a slow breath, the playfulness fading from his features, replaced by something raw and uncertain.

“I said I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice low, almost desperate. “Even if it doesn’t look like it… being here, with you, it made me feel things. Made me miss things. Made me miss you.”

You took a step back, pointing a finger at him, voice sharp and unwavering.

“No… you don’t get to say that. You don’t get to feel that. Just because we’re both back home, away from uni, and you’re away from your friends, doesn’t mean you get to fool yourself into thinking you miss this. Miss us.”

Before Jungkook could find the words to respond, a warm, familiar voice cut through the charged silence.

“Omg, look at you two! So drenched!” Halmoni’s gentle laughter floated through the air as she appeared, two towels draped over her arms.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. Unaware of the storm that had just passed between you, silently hoping she hadn’t overheard a thing.

The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the garden as a heavy silence settled between you.

Back inside, the warmth of the house wrapped around you both. A stark contrast to the cool dampness still clinging to your skin. You and Jungkook stood side by side, towels wrapped tightly around your bodies.

Halmoni clapped her hands together with a bright smile. “Alright, you two! Time to dry off. I’ve got some spare clothes for you both.”

With comforting ease, she bustled about, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she returned carrying two matching sets of soft, floral pajamas. The pastel hues and delicate prints looked like they belonged in a vintage catalog.

You both froze, wide-eyed and speechless.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his voice. “No way. I’m not wearing that.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “Seriously, Halmoni?”

She chuckled warmly, handing over the pajamas with gentle care. “Why not? You know, Jungkook, when you were little, you were always fascinated by my pajama collection. You used to ask why I had so many sets that looked the same. I said they were ‘magic’ pajamas.”

Jungkook laughed, a genuine grin breaking through his usual guarded expression. “Yeah, I remember that. Guess the magic was just keeping you cozy and warm. But that was then, Halmoni.”

You bit your lip to hide your smile as Jungkook eyed the delicate fabric, clearly wrestling with his pride.

Halmoni winked. “Well then, magic pajamas it is. You two go change and get comfortable. I’ll have some rice cakes ready.”

With the floral pajamas in hand, you both headed off to change. Caught somewhere between childhood memories and the complicated present, wrapped in the softness of those silly, familiar pajamas.

The floral pajamas were soft and surprisingly cozy as you slipped into them. Once dressed, you met Jungkook just outside your room. He had changed in the spare room nearby. The two of you exchanged glances and shared a quiet laugh. There was something both ridiculous and oddly comforting about wearing matching, grandma-approved sleepwear.

Meanwhile, Halmoni gathered your wet clothes, expertly loading them into the washer and then the dryer. “Old but gold,” she said with a proud wink, patting the machine. “This house might creak, but it still has all the bells and whistles.”

Soon, you and Jungkook settled into the cozy lounge. The TV murmured quietly in the background while Halmoni brought in a steaming tray of hot rice cakes.

“Dig in, loves,” she said warmly.

The sweet, sticky treats filled the room with a calm, nostalgic comfort. Between the soft pajamas, the warm tea, and the gentle crackle of the fire, your eyes began to grow heavy.

Eventually, you drifted off, curled up at one end of the couch, your breathing soft and steady. Jungkook had fallen asleep too, head tilted back against the cushions, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

He woke first, blinking into the dim room as the flickering light from the TV danced across the walls. He turned to look at you, still fast asleep and completely unaware. Then his eyes drifted toward the porch.

Outside, beneath the soft glow of the string lights, Halmoni sat in her favorite chair with a book in her hands, the pages catching the warm light. Jungkook looked back at you again, a flicker of something tender crossing his face.

He reached out slowly, his fingers just brushing your cheek, as if trying to memorize the shape of it. You stirred, just slightly, and his hand froze midair.

Your eyes fluttered open. “What… what are you doing?” you asked sleepily, your voice thick with drowsiness.

Jungkook hesitated. His mouth opened, but no words came. Just silence thick with everything unspoken.

“Maybe we should head home,” he finally said, his voice quiet. “It’s getting late.”

You nodded, still half-lost in sleep, though the weight in the air had noticeably shifted. A little while later, Halmoni stepped back into the lounge with a warm smile. “Your clothes are all washed and dried now,” she said, placing them down. “Unless, of course, you two have decided to live in Grandma-style pajamas forever… very fashionable, you know.”

You and Jungkook exchanged a quiet glance, a small laugh passing between you.

Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, his voice still rough with sleep. “No thanks, Halmoni. I think we’re good.”

You and Jungkook exchanged a glance and nodded, grateful for the warmth of your own clothes waiting. She led you both to the laundry room where everything was folded neatly, still warm from the dryer.

In the calm of your own space, you let the floral pajamas fall away, the cool air brushing your skin as you reached for your clothes. The familiar fabric felt comforting, grounding you after the strange tenderness of the night. A quiet sigh escaped you as you pulled your top over your head. Dry, soft, and yours again.

When you returned, the three of you made your way to the front door, where Halmoni stood waiting with her warm smile never fading.

“Don’t forget to study hard, both of you,” she said softly, a gentle reminder wrapped in love. “And remember, no matter what happens, you’ve always got a place here.”

You said your goodbyes, the night outside cool but the memories inside glowing warmly as you and Jungkook stepped into the quiet dark, the past and present tangled between you.

The car ride started off quiet again. This time, though, Jungkook was the one driving. He offered and you let him. You didn’t feel like speaking much. Not when you could still feel the ghost of laughter from earlier, still trying to forget the look in his eyes when he caught you during that moment. Like for a second, he wasn’t the version of him everyone at campus whispered about.

He wasn’t the flirt. The daredevil. The player.

He was your Jungkook again, just for a blink. And it unsettled you more than anything else.

But the silence didn't stretch for long. Jungkook’s grip on the wheel grew tighter the farther you got from Halmoni’s street. His fingers tapped against the leather, his jaw flexed now and then like he was trying to bite back whatever was circling in his head.

He didn’t understand why his chest felt this tight. Why the memory of your laugh hit harder than it should. Why watching you nap earlier made something ache in his gut.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He was supposed to play the part. Win the bet. Keep control.

Not feel like he was losing it.

And before he could even think it through, he pulled the car over onto a quiet stretch of road flanked by trees and silence. He shifted into park, his breath shallow.

You frowned, glancing around. “Jungkook?” you asked, wary. “Why are we stopping? Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, barely. “I just-”

You leaned slightly toward him, brows pinched. “If you’re tired, I can drive. Seriously.”

But he wasn’t listening. Not to your words, not to reason. His heart was beating louder than the music still playing low through the speakers. A love song, ironically. The worst kind.

He looked at you. Your eyes, confused. Your lips, slightly parted. You, so close yet so far away.

His hand moved without permission, brushing against your cheek, fingers slipping behind your neck like they used to. Familiar... and so fucking wrong.

Then, he kissed you.

There was nothing soft about it. Nothing rehearsed or sweet. It was rushed. Intense. A collision of old emotion and current chaos. His lips pressed against yours like he was trying to find his way back to something he’d already lost. Like if he held on hard enough, you wouldn’t slip away again.

And for a second, you let him.

Because you remembered, too.

How his mouth once felt like home.

But then reality snapped like a rubber band stretched too far.

You pulled away. Sudden and sharp, like coming up for air after drowning.

“No,” you breathed, your voice breaking slightly as you pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him back. “No, Jungkook.”

His eyes opened, stunned. You felt his breath catch, his chest rising beneath your palm. But you weren’t looking at him like you used to. Not with softness. Not with longing. Just disbelief. Hurt. Maybe even pity.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered. The words came out raw, like they’d been scraped up your throat.

Jungkook blinked, lips still parted, like he hadn’t realized what he’d done until he saw the look on your face.

“I— I don’t know,” he said, the words coming out small, pathetic. “I just…”

You shook your head. Slowly. Like even trying to understand him would hurt too much.

"You can't just do that," you said, your voice trembling now, but not from fear. From restraint. "You don't get to leave me hanging and then act like you still have the right to come back."

He wanted to argue. To defend himself.

But what could he say?

You were already turning away, eyes glassy with unshed tears, jaw tight like you were holding back more things you really wanted to say.

“Let’s just go home,” you muttered, almost to yourself.

Jungkook didn’t move at first. He just sat there, blinking through the gravity of what he’d done.

Then, finally he nodded.

He turned back to the wheel, hand gripping it tighter than necessary.

The car rumbled to life.

The music kept playing. A soft echo of everything that now felt impossibly far away. But the silence between you had changed.

You looked out the window, trying to gather the pieces of your composure.

Jungkook didn’t look at you again. He just couldn’t.

And as the car rolled forward through the dimming streets, the distance between you felt like a wall neither of you knew how to break through anymore.

The drive home felt like a dream you hadn’t signed up for. One you wanted to wake up from, but your body was still caught in its haze. The streetlights flickered past in streaks of gold, and even though the kiss had ended minutes ago, it still lingered on your lips like a secret you didn’t ask to keep.

Jungkook didn’t say a word the entire ride back.

When he pulled into your driveway, he shifted the car into park, the soft click echoing louder than it should’ve. He sat there for a second, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing anchoring him. Then, with a quiet exhale, he turned off the ignition. The hum of the engine died, leaving only the sound of your shallow breaths in the stillness.

He reached into the cup holder, grabbed your mum’s car keys, and finally stepped out.

Before you could even gather your thoughts, the passenger door opened. He stood there, not meeting your eyes, and gently placed the keys into your palm. Careful and almost distant, like he was passing back something delicate he wasn’t sure he should’ve been holding. Then without a word, with his head low and hands buried deep in the pockets of his hoodie, Jungkook turned and walked away.

You blinked after him, heart thudding loud in your chest as you watched him cross the small patch of grass between your houses, disappearing into the warm glow of his porch light.

Not even a glance back.

You hated that it hurt.

Still trying to make sense of what just happened, you unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The house was dim and quiet, expect for the soft buzz of the hallway light and the faint creak of the floor beneath your feet.

Your mum was still awake, sitting on the couch in her coat, bingo cards stacked beside her and a half-drunk cup of tea on the coffee table. The scent of peppermint hung in the air.

She looked up as soon as you entered, face brightening. Until she saw the look on yours.

“There you are,” she said warmly, her voice soft. “I just got back not long ago. Your dad’s knocked out already. How was Halmoni?”

You stood frozen for a moment, keys still clenched in your hand, shoes still on. You didn’t answer right away. You couldn’t. You were still replaying it all. The garden, the water fight, the nap, his hand brushing your cheek, his mouth on yours like none of the damage he’d caused mattered.

Your mum tilted her head gently, eyes narrowing in the way only a mother could. “Everything okay?”

“I…” you started, and for a terrifying moment, you thought about blurting it out. Jungkook kissed me. You wanted to say it. Wanted someone else to hold the weight of it. Maybe even tell you what to do.

But you couldn’t. The words got caught in your throat like splinters.

Instead, you gave a soft, tight smile. “Yeah. Halmoni’s good. Still the same.”

Your mum didn’t look fully convinced, but she smiled back and nodded slowly. “That’s nice to hear. Did she show you her greenhouse? She's been obsessed with it lately."

You chuckled softly. “Yeah, I saw it. It’s still incredible. She hasn’t lost that spark. Still playful as ever.”

Your mum yawned into her hand, clearly letting the moment pass, though something flickered behind her eyes. “Well, I’m glad you and Jungkook went. It’s good to see you two spending time together."

You froze at that. Just a second.

Then you nodded stiffly. “Yeah. I guess.”

She gave you one last glance as she stood, gathering her things. “Get some sleep, honey. Big day tomorrow or not, you look like your mind’s still somewhere else.”

It is.

“Night, Mum,” you murmured.

“Night. Love you, Y/n.”

She disappeared down the hallway and up the stairs, leaving the silence to settle around you. At last, you were alone with your thoughts again.

You stood in the dark living room, staring at nothing, your heartbeat still racing with the weight of that kiss.

You still loved him. Maybe always would.

But you hated him just as deeply. Maybe even more.

And what haunted you most… was that you didn’t know which one would win.

The door of his bedroom clicked shut behind him with a dull finality, and he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since he left your driveway.

What the fuck was that.

The feel of your lips lingered, soft, shocked and hesitant. The way you looked at him, with your eyes wide and breath caught. That flicker of something raw and real he hadn’t expected.

That kiss wasn’t just a moment. It was a test.

A desperate, reckless test to see if any of it still mattered. If the years and distance and walls you’d both built had erased what he’d never been able to forget.

From his side of things, he remembered the first time he introduced you to the guys. Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok. The brothers from the frat house, the ones who made up his world on campus.

How he’d called you his best friend... his little sister, the one constant he wanted to keep close.

But the guys never let him forget it. They teased him relentlessly, mocking how protective he was. Joking about “bro code” and “bros before hoes.”

You didn’t fit their scene.

You never had.

And maybe that was the problem.

Jungkook was just a guy trying to find himself. Lost in the chaos of university life, trying to belong in a world where loyalty meant everything.

And maybe you were right... that he wasn’t being true to himself. Or to you. But fuck it, he was stubborn as hell. His ego too big to just walk away. He needed their approval, the loud, reckless validation from his frat brothers. The wild nights, the jokes, the unspoken code that made him feel alive, even if it meant pushing away the people who mattered most.

Because maybe he was scared. Scared to admit what you already knew... that he’d lost his way.

He shouldn’t have kissed you.

Not then.

Not like that.

But he did.

And that feeling ripped through every excuse he’d made.

He collapsed onto the edge of his bed, restless, heart pounding. His phone buzzed. Messages from the guys.

[Taehyung]: How’d it go man? [Hoseok]: did u manage to fuck her yet? [Namjoon]: Tell us everything.

He stared at the screen, jaw tight.

But he didn’t reply.

Not tonight.

Tonight, he needed silence. To sit with what that kiss had just confirmed. To figure out what the hell he actually wanted.

And if he was ready to admit it... even to himself.

The moment you stepped into the aquarium, the smell of sea salt and the low hum of bubbling tanks filled the air. You glanced over at Jungkook, who had this boyish sparkle in his eyes, already bouncing on his heels like a kid on a sugar high.

“I swear, you’re more excited than the actual kids here,” you teased, nudging his arm.

He shot you a grin, that familiar dimple popping out. “Excuse me, I’ve waited my whole life to see jellyfish in high definition.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile creeping across your face. “You’re such a nerd.”

“And yet,” he said, dramatically placing a hand on his chest, “you still agreed to come here with me. What does that say about you, huh?”

You lightly smacked his shoulder with the map of the exhibits. “That I’m the nicest person in the world.”

He laughed, the sound echoing through the hall of glowing tanks. As the day went on, you both wandered from exhibit to exhibit, arguing over which sea creature would win in a fight, daring each other to touch the weirdest things in the tide pool, and trying (and failing) to take cute selfies without one of you making a stupid face.

But it was right after the dolphin show that the moment happened.

You had both finished your soft serve, and he threw a snarky comment your way about how you always managed to drop yours. With a playful gasp, you narrowed your eyes and took off down the path lined with colorful coral tanks.

“Oh, don’t you dare run from me, Y/n!” he yelled, already laughing as he chased after you.

You shrieked through giggles, weaving between displays and dodging a few surprised tourists. “Catch me if you can, Jeon!”

“NO RUNNING IN THE EXHIBIT!” a security guard shouted sternly from somewhere behind a jellyfish display.

“Sorry!” you both called back. Neither of you slowing.

It didn’t take long. His footsteps quickened behind you and in a blur, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind. You squealed as he lifted you off the ground and spun you in circles, laughter spilling from both of you like the crashing waves in the background.

“You’re so annoying!” you said between laughs, breathless.

He finally slowed and set you down gently, his arms still around you. You turned your head to look at him and for a second, everything quieted. Just you, him, and the soft glow of the tank beside you reflecting in his eyes.

“You love it,” he whispered.

You did. Maybe more than you were ready to admit back then.

The sun had already started to dip by the time you both left the aquarium, casting a golden hue over the city. The air smelled faintly of the ocean, and Jungkook insisted on getting takeout to eat by the pier. You didn’t argue. Not when he looked at you with those soft, hopeful eyes.

Eventually, after too many fries and shared sips from the same drink, the two of you ended up on his bed back home, curled up under the familiar weight of a blanket

A quiet, comfortable stillness had settled between you both, only interrupted by the low hum of his playlist in the background.

You were tucked into his side, your head resting on his chest as his fingers absentmindedly traced slow circles on your shoulder. It was the kind of closeness that felt… more. It wasn’t just friends. Not anymore.

You tilted your head slightly to look up at him. “Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

You hesitated, watching the way his jaw moved as he chewed the inside of his cheek, like he already knew something was coming.

“What are we?”

He blinked, eyes flicking down to meet yours, and in that moment, you could feel his whole body tense ever so slightly under you.

“You’re my best friend,” he said slowly.

You nodded once, sitting up just a little but still staying in his arms. “Yeah, but… friends don’t do this. They don’t cuddle like this. They don’t hold hands like we did today, or kiss."

He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out at first.

“I know,” he finally murmured. “I know it’s not just… that. But I—” He exhaled hard, sitting up a little more so you were eye to eye. “I’m scared, Y/n.”

“Of what?”

“Of ruining it,” he said. “Of putting a label on something that’s always been so easy. So safe. You mean… everything to me. But if we try to go beyond this and it doesn’t work... what if I lose you? What if we lose this?”

You looked down at your fingers, fiddling with the seam of the blanket. “And what if we don’t? What if it’s even better?”

His expression cracked just slightly, vulnerability bleeding into every part of him. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear gently, like he was memorizing you.

“I don’t have the answers,” he said softly. “But I want to keep you close. I want this... whatever this is, even if I don’t have the courage to define it yet. I just hope… you’re okay with that.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then you rested your head against his chest again, sighing quietly. “I don’t know if I am. But for now… I think I’d rather have some part of you than none at all.”

And neither of you said anything after that. Just the quiet thudding of his heartbeat against your ear, and the unspoken question still lingering in the air.

[bluehourbucky]

Impulsive

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: youre known for doing something impulsive from time to time but this might be your best decision yet

a/n: had a neurodivergent reader in mind I know my adhd had me make some impulsive decisions haha

I wish I knew how to write smut🥲 tho this is might just be the filthiest dirtiest thing I've ever written

warnings: kitty eating, hard sex, lots of come, possessive bucky, squirting

~~~~~

Bucky gets worried when he's on a mission for a long time, he knows you're going to be okay but he also knows your adhd is unpredictable. He just hopes you don't run out of your meds or forget to take them.

"I'll be fine Buck, besides it's only 3 weeks you'll be back in no time!"

His hands are around your waist holding you close as you play with his hair looking at him like he hung the sun moon and the stars.

"I know, doll. Just I'll miss you and please take your meds. Last time I was gone for over a week you adopted a cat."

You laugh fondly

"You love that cat with your whole being, I see nothing wrong with that."

However true that is it was still crazy since neither of you had any idea how to care for a cat.

"Mhmm, and that time I was gone for two weeks you repainted our kitchen, actually half of it because you didn't like the color and just left it that way."

Bucky smiles softly at your eye roll.

"Well in my defense, at least I didn't paint all of it!" you say and smile

He can't help the pure joy that overwhelms him, he is so in love with you that he might actually explode.

"Fine, but if anything happens please call you have the emergency phone number."

"Relax nothing will happen! You dont need to worry!" you kiss him good bye and send him on his way.

And Bucky believes you, again.

~

"Okay maybe he was right to be worried."

"Huh?"

your tattoo artist looks up from her spot and lifts the tattoo gun.

"Ah nothing just talking to myself."

The tattoo is over in less than 20 minutes and this one might be the one with least amount of thinking through. You have a few tattoos and not all of them were thought through or meaningful.

But this one takes the cake.

Your tattoo artist put on her story how a client cancelled and she had a free spot and if the tattoo is small it would be cheap. So in your mind it was only logical to leave work and go straight to the studio.

there on your pelvis, on the left side near the hip lays in cursive three letters.

jbb.

You look at it in the mirror and you honestly love it. It's beautiful, it looks like it was always meant to be there.

Your artist gives you instructions how to care for it and you pay and leave.

Bucky left two days ago and in that short time you had gotten a tattoo, his initials.

Days pass and each day you look at the tattoo and admire it. Its cute and it makes you feel hot, and like Bucky owns you now. And the horniness is getting out of hand. All you can think about is Bucky and how when he enters you he'll have perfect view that you're marked.

It's torture waiting for Bucky to come home, it usually is but this time you can't stop hyperfixating on what his reaction will be.

The day before he's supposed to come home, you are filled with anxiety and the excitement had died down. Because what if he hates it, what if he thinks it's weird or what if hes superstitious and thinks you'll break up because couples break up very soon after getting their partners name tattooed.

And its finally midnight and Bucky is going to be home soon and you don't know what to do with yourself. You can't sleep, you look at the clock and its almost 2am, you've been turning for hours.

2:15am

you hear doorhandle shake, and doors opening and closing, not Buckys steps though he's too quiet. You do however hear meowing.

"shh alpine, mommy is sleeping"

"Or not.." Bucky says as he opens the door to your shared bedroom, he sees you sitting up in bed, looking at your phone and when you see him you stand up and almost knock him over with the force you jumped in his arms.

"I missed you so much. And I love you!"

He smiles into your neck hugging you tighter.

"Love you more."

When you let go Buckys instantly worried because you have that look in your eyes when you do something impulsive, and try to tell him not to freak out.

"Don't look at me like that! It's not bad! At least I don't think it is?"

God Bucky never knew he would love someone as much as he loves you.

"Alright, hit me." he's not mad, he couldn't be, you do however keep him on his toes.

"Okay close your eyes." and he does.

"Oh this definitely isn't bad." Bucky says when he hears the rustling of clothes, your shorts falling on the floor.

"Okay now." you peck his lips and step away.

Buckys a little confused, since you stand there in just his shirt and he doesn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He sees you playing with the hem of the shirt lifting it just enough so it's over your tummy.

"Take them off. Slowly."

Buckys confused but he doesn't need to be told twice, he takes a step closer and takes the band of your panties, and slowly starts pulling them down.

Bucky freezes as soon as he sees the tattoo, he just looks at it in shock.

"I can always cover it up of you hate it."

Bucky looks up and his eyes are two shades darker, he looks like hes about to devour you.

"Youre not covering anything up." he almost growls.

In seconds you're thrown on the bed, the shirt gets ripped and discarded somewhere on the floor as do your panties.

Bucky is breathing hard, he's overcome with some primal desire, and possessiveness that he never experienced before.

He doesn't give you a moment before his tongue gets buried deep in your pussy, his hands holding your thighs apart. You're holding for dear life onto the bedsheets with one hand and the other in Buckys hair.

The way he's eating you is sinful, the wet sounds from your pussy are pornographic.

"Oh god buckyyyy!" You moan as you cum but that doesn't make him stop, he eats you like a man starved.

Only when you come a third time does he detach himself. And its the hottest thing youve ever seen.

His eyes are clouded with lust, his beard and lips coated in your release. He takes off everything off of him in seconds.

"Fuck baby. Gonna fuck you so hard."

Bucky doesn't give you a chance to reply as he lines himself up with your entrance.

"Shit so fucking thight. Fuck look at my pretty pussy taking me so well, fucking own this pussy its all mine."

"All your Bucky, baby please fuck me please, so good, so big. Mhrittheee." you babble your words slurred incoherent.

Its rare for Bucky not to keep eye contact, but right now all he can focus on is the three letters, he genuinely can't have any coherent thoughts except.

Mine. Mine. All mine.

"Fuck baby girl m' close."

He thrusts into you with all he has, bed started creaking, and thudding against the wall (mind you you have a huge king size bed that's heavy af). Buckys fucking you into tomorrow and you come two more times before he does.

"Yes baby just another one give me another one please."

and as you come the final time so does he you can feel all of him everywhere, he continues fucking into you chasing his orgasm.

"Fuck baby, can't stop coming."

you feel your tummy bloat from his release.

It takes him a few moments to stop.

"Shit, I've never come so hard." Bucky says as he looks at the fluids coming out of you when he exits you. He crashes next to you and pulls you to his chest.

"Hey baby you there?"

you turn eyes unfocused your hair sticking to your neck tears and sweat on your cheeks.

You open your lipts to reply but words just won't come, so you just give him a thumbs up.

Bucky stands up and you lift your arms to call him back but he just laughs and kisses your head. He's back a few moments later with a bottle of water and a wet towel. You can see he cleaned himself a bit first.

"Oh baby you're a mess." he gently cleans you up and helps you drink some water through a straw.

He settles next to you , with your head on his chest, as he stroaks your hair.

"You did so well baby, such a good girl for me"

"So you like it?"

Bucky looks at you with a face that says "are you serious right now?"

"Might have fucked you senseless, but apparently I haven't fucked the brat out of you."

"Nope! You could never!"

"You're cocky for someone who can't even stand up right now." Bucky smirks and his hands wonder down to your folds but you're quick to grab them.

"NO BUCKY IM SORRY." your voice laced with panic.

"Ah not so fearless now."

a few moments pass.

"Perks of having a girlfriend with adhd is you get surprised in the best ways!"

"You're gonna be the death of me."

"You love me."

"Yeah I do now go to-

***snore***

sleep."

Bucky sighs with content, and falls asleep not long after you.

~~~

and i oop take me to horny jail ty very much.

[qvicksilversass]

Hey you with the sad face

(John Walker x reader)

Recruited by Valentina to spy on clean up after the misfits, you can fix almost anything, except a way to get them to trust you. Then there's Walker, he's the only problem you don't want to fix. words: 6021 warnings: violence, lots of swearing, angst, bit of fluff, ptsd flashbacks, mentions of parents with cancer and dementia an: watched Thunderbolts, mainly for Bucky, definitely not expecting John Walker. Heard a good song and started writing again after a year -ish. My first Walker fic, so let me know if anything's off. x p.s. I've called his son Hobie, I can't find his name anywhere, if you know, let me know x

For months you'd drifted, taking any job you could to pay for your dad's treatment. So, when Valentina called recruiting you to rebuild the tower for her in exchange for his fees. Well, you jumped at the chance. You should have realised you were signing away your soul. After the tower, she never stopped. Forcing you from one job to another.

Now she's dragged you into a new mission, cleaning up after the new Avengers. Oh, and she wants you to spy on them for her, easy right?

Every single one of them regards you with suspicion the moment you step out of the elevator behind Valentina, that and annoyance.

Valentina doesn't wait for a greeting. "This is y/n, she's here to clean up after you."

"Yeah, how's she gonna do that?" Bucky spat back at her.

Valentina pushes you forward like a prize, "Y/n here can fix anything; your weapons, your suits, buildings, bones, you name it. She even fixed up this place for me…."

You glare at her, crossing your arms. Yeah, like you did it out of the goodness of your heart. Not that you had no choice, stuck in a contract you could never escape. You hated working for Valentina, nothing was ever enough.

“Can she fix it so you're not a bitch?" Yelena quipped.

“Unfortunately not.” You snicker, earning an amused smile.

"Remember why you're here y/n." Her lips press into a tight smile and you step back behind her, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, ma'am.” 

You mock-salute her, noticing Alexei giving you an approving grin, "I like her.”

"You should all get acquainted. You'll be spending a lot of time together. She goes with you on your next mission, Barnes."

Bucky gets in her face, but it doesn't faze Valentina, that you are impressed with.

“You don't tell us what to do.”

“You need all this right?” she smirks and his jaw sets, knowing she's right,  “do this little thing for me. She'll be great, won't you y/n?"

“Y/n.” 

“Yep, great.”

She heads for the elevators, her knowing smile grating on you almost as much as the sound of her heels. There's never any kindness with Valentina. You can breathe again when the doors close, her malevolence leaving with her.

“I hate that bitch.” You and Walker grumble in unison, both sharing an amused smile. He wasn't what you expected from Valentina’s files.

“Yeah, she's not a nice person.” Bob pops his head over the sofas, making you all jump. Had he been hiding all this time? 

“That's an understatement, Bob.” 

You sit down, not expecting them to follow your movements. They all sit across from you as if you're at the world's worst job interview. Not nerve-racking at all.

 “So you're here to spy on us right?” Bucky states, more than asks.

“No, just clean up.” You answer as steadily as you can, fighting the urge to fidget, make too much eye contact. Anything that would give away that, yes, that's exactly what you're here for.

“Right.”

“Are those contacts?” Ava asks.

You shake your head, pulling your hair over your eyes a little more. Forgetting that the purple was strange to most people. 

“They're cool.”

“Thanks-”

“So, what can you do?” Bucky interrupts, impatient.

“Fix stuff, I guess.”

“She already said that.“

“Break your arm, get shot, I can heal it. Accidentally destroy a building, I can rebuild it. I can fight too, when I have to.”

None of them are convinced. You don't have a suit, a code name, you're a nobody as far as they're concerned.

"How come we've never heard of you?"

"I stay in the background, I guess."

Well, you did, until Valentina got her claws into you.

Bucky fires more questions at you, watching your every move. Hoping to make you nervous, trip you up. And fuck, you'd never been more intimidated in your life, desperately trying not to show it. 

“Is this what you always do between missions?” You ask, snarkily, “just sit here?”

“We do today.”

Remember who you're doing this for. You exhale, slumping back against the leather, pretending you're bored, irritated. Unsure how much longer you can keep it together.

The sound of bone cracking and a scream fills the room. You turn to see Alexei, his arm dangling at an odd angle. 

"Alexei, what the hell?!" Yelena screams at him, "did you just break your own arm?"

"Fuck, man."

“I want to see her do it!” Alexei grins at you expectantly, sweating a little. How is he not crying in pain right now? 

You run over, still not quite believing what he's done, "What if I was lying?!”

He just shrugs his good shoulder.

You feel along his arm for the break, conscious of the Avengers crowding around you. That familiar current tingles as it flows down through your fingers. Purple energy wraps around his arm and after a few seconds the bone cracks back into place.

Alexei feels over his arm in fascination, “So worth it.”

“You're crazy.” Yelena smacks his now-healed arm.

“It's even better than before, she can stay.” He moves his arm around, punching the wall, testing it as if it were a new toy.

“Do your eyes always glow like that?” Bob asks, observing you with curiosity and you give him a quick nod, "huh."

Your eyes go to Bucky, hoping you'd won him over too, though if he's impressed, he doesn't show it. His phone beeps and he frowns down at it.

“Is that?”

“Yep, let's go.”

You follow behind them, down to the tower basement and up the ramps to the trucks. 

“So what's the mission?” You fall into stride beside Bucky, him trying his best to ignore you. The others shrug past you onto the truck, Bucky's metal arm blocking your way when you try to follow behind them.

”Nope. You stay here, that's your mission." 

“I can help.”

You knew they wouldn't trust you straight away, you told Valentina as much. But how would you ever get them to trust you if they never gave you a chance?

“Valentina sent you. I don't trust you…sorry.” He closes the door on you with a sly grin.

Oh, he's definitely not sorry. 

Tyres screech and the truck disappears out of sight. Leaving you standing there fuming, feeling like an idiot. You turn to see Bob wave them goodbye. He tugs at his sleeve, peeking up at you through his hair, "I can show you your room, if you like? You don't have to tho-"

"I'd love that, Bob, thank you. At least you're nice."

You follow him back to quarters before hanging around the tower. Wandering the endless corridors and getting lost more times than you'd ever admit. I mean, you rebuilt the thing. You're so bored that you find yourself curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone. Anything to stave off sleep.

It's midnight when you hear the thundering sound of boots, then voices bickering in the hall outside your room.

“What did I say?! I told you to give her a chance!”

"She could've patched him up, now we lost the intel- ”

“I wanted to check her out first, Val-”

"Fuck, don’t worry about me, I'm fine..."

“He needs y/n.” 

“Go on then."

“Why should I knock?!”

“Oh, for-”

You yank the door open and lean on the doorframe, arms crossed. They're all dirty and battle-worn, though none as bad as Walker. He's leaning on Ava, holding onto his side, dark red covering his hand, dripping onto the floor.

“Told you I should have gone with you.”   

“You wouldn't have lasted five seconds.”  Bucky grumbles and you scowl back at him.

You'd have lasted at least ten.

"Hello? bleeding out here..."

Ava steps forward, exhausted from holding Walker's weight, "Can you help him? He won't shut up." 

Ava and Yelena help him onto the bed, lying him back. Blood covers his suit, he must be in agony. You sense the bullet, fragmented and cutting into his tissue. Working their way to his organs.

"How did you get shot?" 

"With a gun genius…"

"Hey, be nice, do you want to die?!" Yelena smacks his ear and Walker fumes up at her, his knuckles white with the pressure he's putting on his wound. The other Avengers step back into the hall and you give them a reassuring smile. Bob, still sleepy, the only one that stays in the room with you both.

Blood pools over onto Walker's hand, his breathing heavy. He's lost a lot of blood already. His face is a sickly shade of white, and you can tell he's trying to hide how much pain he's in. You see it in the clench of his jaw, the way his eyes dart to the wound. Filled with fear when he thinks no one's looking.

"I thought those suits were bulletproof?"

"Yeah, so did I."

“Hey, Walker, just let me…” You lift his shaking hand from the wound and begin to cut away the suit, assessing the wound. You'd only seen these kinds of wounds with powerful shotguns at close range. In soldiers hit with explosive shrapnel shells. Someone wanted to kill him, painfully and slowly.

"Noo, not the suit..." his head falls back and you think he might pass out. 

"Sorry, I'll fix it later…relax okay?” 

You focus on the wound, repairing the tissue as you have a thousand times before. The shrapnel and what's left of the bullet dislodging and clattering to the floor.

“Woah…you got pretty eyes...”

Your power also has a sort of anesthetic depending on how bad the injuries were. You guessed he got a big dose from the wonder on his face. You grin down at him.

“All done.” 

“Look at that,” You hear the relief in his voice, him grabbing over the now soft healed skin, “thanks, new girl.”

He sits up too fast, trying to stand but fails, his weight falling onto you. Bob takes his other arm and you both help him to stand. 

"Okay tough guy, let us walk you to the common room?" He grunts in reply, though he lets you hold him up and you reach round, grabbing what's left of his shield. 

“Oh, I've got your, erm, Shield? Taco? Sorry, want me to fix it?”

“Nah, still waiting on Bob.” 

You look to Bob for an explanation. He seems a little embarrassed though he doesn't say anything. You heal the rips and stains in Walker's suit as you walk, dropping him onto one of the sofas, careful not to hurt him. Bob sits next to him and Walker grumbles, shrugging off his concern. You saw right through it, and you had to admit it was adorable.

“Rest a while, you'll be okay.” 

Bucky and Yelena are deep in conversation by the windows. You head over, hoping they'd actually listen to you. They stop talking as soon as you're in earshot. Rude.

“You should find who shot John. They wanted him to suffer; they might come after more of you.”

“They wouldn't stand a chance y/n, but thanks.” Bucky dismisses you, checking a notification on his phone. 

“Yeah, John was just careless.” Ava shouts, trying to rile Walker up.

“I'm still here!” 

“Is he okay?” Bucky asks.

“Give him a minute.”  You smile and head back to your room, leaving them to de-brief. Walker nods as you walk by, Bob giving you a warm smile.

"Night y/n."

If you thought healing Walker would help your case, you were wrong. Bucky avoided you the next few days, hell, they all did, except for Bob. You're so frustrated, itching to help, to do something, anything. When they all sneak off again, you wait a second then follow. Hiding outside the briefing room, listening in.

“...terrorists trying to be the next Hydra, Rateliffs organised a rally in East Detroit.”

“We take him in, stop it before they gain more traction. There's gonna be lots of civilians so we need to minimise casualties-”

“I can definitely help with that.” You poke your head around the door and Bucky rolls his eyes at you.

“No.”

"Bucky, it's been days, please let me help.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes still his frown doesn't waver.

Ava lets out an exasperated sigh. You're not sure if she's sick of you or Bucky, “Well, did you find anything on her?” 

“Not till she started working for Valentina." He admits, clearly still unsure about you.

“Nothing bad, though?"

Reluctantly, Bucky shakes his head.

“Then can we go now?”

“Ugh, fine. She stays in the truck.”

"Come on, fucks sake." You mutter to yourself. You'd have to take it, at least he's let you go this time. Plus, it wouldn't be hard to sneak away...

“You sound like Walker.” Bob smiles over his shoulder at you from the kitchen, making a new recipe and your irritation dies away.

"They treat him like crap too?"

"Trash, actually." John smirks, smoothing down his hair and your face heats up when he nudges your shoulder. Have his eyes always been so blue?

"Wow, you're all assholes..." you call after them only half-heartedly, not quite knowing what that was, you never blush. 

"Except you, Bob.”

The rally is being held at an old railway depot, surrounded by abandoned buildings and junkyards. A poor area, forgotten and full of angry souls, the perfect place to recruit.

You've made your way there from a few blocks away, keeping to the back of the crowd. It's made up of mostly young men, talk of revolution on everyone's lips. The main guy, you guessed Rateliff doing his best to brainwash the people to his cause.

"If you want me to help, you have to tell me the plan.” You know you're annoying him. Bucky's still seething that you followed them from the truck. But you hated being left in the dark, it made you anxious.

He keeps his voice low so as not to draw attention, “Stay out of the way till we need you." 

“Fucks sake when will you trust me.”

“Valentina sent you, so probably never.” 

You start to reply, then you notice the quiet. Rateliff's stopped talking, people in the crowd are no longer cheering. You grab Bucky's arm pulling him back.

“Wait…this is a trap.” 

“How do you-?”

He stares down at you, only half believing you. You sense broken knives and cracked chambers in worn-out guns. Men in the crowd begin to move towards you, crowding around your position.

“Well, we're surrounded so…” 

The few civilians who are in the crowd start screaming, all running past you. Bucky pulls you along with them and shoves you behind a wrecked container.

“You, stay there.” Bucky warns, and you find yourself watching them fight off Rateliff’s men, feeling useless. Though they were all impressive, your eyes are drawn to Walker. The way he moved, the way he used his shield with such skill...his suit, you wonder if it's all padding under there.... Nope, not the right time y/n.

Explosions pull you out of your thoughts, cars and old freight on fire around you. They're closed in, surrounded, taking fire from buildings. They need to get back to you, back to cover.

Fuck it, you can't sit here and hide; you had to help them. Bucky wouldn't give you a weapon, so you grab a metal bar. All you had to do now was avoid getting shot.

You charge the first man from behind, kicking his legs from under him and knocking him out with the metal bar. One down...the group turns to you then, mocking you.

So you do what you always do when people don't take you seriously: you get angry and you focus. Remembering what your dad taught you. You let them come to you, anticipating their moves. Hitting pressure points and taking them down as quickly as you can.

“Is she using a metal bar?”

“Pretty fuckin well too.”

You stop and turn to see them watching you, a little too confident, liking the impressed look on Walker's face a little too much. You hit the last guy extra hard, showing off.

“See, told you I could-”

The breaths taken from you as you're shoved back. Walker shielding you from the bullets aimed straight for your head. Both of you hit the ground hard, his weight on you a second too long. He roughly drags you behind a car, sitting beside you.

Shit, this isn’t fun anymore.

"You're supposed to stay back.”  He mutters, dusting himself off. Raising an eyebrow at you, he pulls a bit of dust and concrete from your hair.

“At least I cleared a path for you.” You half smile, batting his hands away, hiding your fear. Though you know he sees through it.

Bucky and the others join you, scrambling behind the car, all trying to catch their breath.

“We need to get out of here, there's no cover and Rateliff's long gone-” Bucky starts, an explosion shaking the ground beneath you, covering you all in dust.

“Does it always go this badly?!” 

“Only on a good day!” Alexei roars, firing blindly over the car.

“Walker, you get her back to the truck. We'll draw their fire, meet you there.”

You're surprised when Walker doesn't question Bucky, he simply nods, holding his hand out to you. You take it, his fingers soft in contrast to the worn leather gloves. He pulls you along, keeping low, keeping you behind him. Constantly checking for threats, protecting you.

“Who taught you to fight?”

“My dad, he'd be pissed if he knew I was here…”

You can make out the road back to the truck ahead of you, only there's a group of men blocking your path. Walker looks behind you for another way through, frowning.

“Those guys you knocked out are getting up.”

He shoots you an annoyed glance. You don't care, there's no way you'd kill anyone if you don't have to. You fix things, you don't destroy them. You do have to admit that it's backfired on you both now. More men are joining the small group and even more are running out of the buildings. Shooting at Bucky and the others, drawing them away.

"How many goons has this guy got?"

“Goons?" John scoffs, rolling his eyes at you, “we're not in a fucking movie y/n.”

Okay then.

“Think you can take them?" You put on your best authoritative voice, punching his shoulder, and you can see him watching you for a second. Unsure if you're serious, your grin winding him up.

"Stop."

"Go, Walker! I'll cover your six!" You yell dramatically, enjoying his annoyance, at making him smile, shaking his head at you.

"Wow, I can't..."

He checks it's clear, creeping behind the men, tapping one on the shoulder. The guy turns and Walker punches him square in the face, knocking him out instantly. He turns to smirk at you before near effortlessly taking down the rest of them. You're more impressed than you'd ever let on.

He motions for you to run to him, thinking it's clear and you see the figure charge at Walker, too late to warn him. He ducks, spinning round and hitting the guy with his shield. The force of it sends him flying back, hitting the concrete so hard it cracks. Walker runs over and bends down, pulling off the assailant's mask and stumbling back.

“Walker?” You approach him slowly, a tentative hand on his shoulder. He tenses up, running his hand over his face. “Walker, are you okay?”

“He just came running at me, shooting, I thought...” 

Oh no.

The boy is too still, too lifeless. He only looked about thirteen. What was he doing mixed up in all this?

“Is he dead? Walker?” 

“I don't know."

You brush past Walker, kneeling and checking the boy's neck for a pulse, relieved to hear the faint beating. He must have hit his head, blood ran down his face, his breathing ragged. Maybe crushed ribs, internal bleeding? Fuck, Walker had done so much damage, he wouldn’t last long.

“Hey, it's okay, I think I can heal him…" You turn to Walker, hoping to reassure him.

“They killed him…what fucking choice did I have?“

Shit, this isn't good. You realise he's not listening to you, he's not seeing the boy, he's seeing that guy the day his friend died. Staring down at his shield, wiping away blood that isn't there. Pulling at the helmet he wasn't wearing. Back to feeling the effects of the Serum, newly running through his veins hazing his mind...

You want to help Walker, but if you don't help the boy, he'll die. You begin to heal the boy as Bucky and the others rush over. You try to signal to them that Walker's not okay. Only they're too furious to notice.

“Walker, what did you do? That's just a kid!” Bucky shoves him, Walker still lost in his head, he can't focus, can’t concentrate.

“No, he killed Lemar, he's one of them…” 

“What's he talking about?”

 "What's wrong with him?”

“Walker?”

Your powers fade, the boys injuries healed and his heartbeat steady. That took so much out of you, a few more moments and he'd be gone.  Exhausted, you pull yourself up, stepping between Walker and Bucky.

“Stop, you know he has ptsd right?”

They look between each other, how could they not know? They'd worked with him for months, they must have seen this before, talked about it?

“He’s stuck in a memory, my guess the day Lemar died-"

The boy screams, pulling a knife and charging at you. Ava knocks him out and you all give her a shocked look.

“What?”

“I just healed him.” You groaned in frustration, you’d need time to heal him again, though a 'thanks' would have been nicer.

“He's just knocked out, he's fine.” She dismisses you, heading for the road. You stay close to Walker, guiding him.

“How many times you gonna hurt innocent people Walker?”

Oh, come on Bucky. He had to get that dig in, even after what you'd told him.

“He came at me with a fucking gun!”

You have to hold Walker back, couldn't help but feel bad for him. His face set in anger, eyes filled with shame that they’d seen him like that. Seen him struggling to shake his flashback. You'd think Bucky would understand more than anyone. You thought of your dad, how devastated he was for days after a bad spell.

Yeah, Walker's an asshole sometimes, but Bucky always holds that over him. Every time he makes a mistake. Making sure he knows his place. Even in your short time with them, you'd had enough of it.

“Oh for fucks sake, Bucky, again?”  You step in front of Walker again, like you're shielding him, like you could protect him. Your mind back in all the times you'd had to do the same for your dad.

“How many people have you all killed? That guy was a terrorist, you mean to tell me if that was Steve, you wouldn't have at least considered it?”

That got to him, Bucky steps back from you, his anger wavering, “This never happened before." 

“That you've noticed. He's likely been hiding them from you."

“We aren't doing this now. Get him back on the truck.” Bucky growls and pushes past you. You realise you're shaking, not just from anger, from memories of having to protect your dad, keep him safe. From grief, god you missed him so much.

Yelena walks beside you, “Why are you sticking up for Walker?” 

“I'm sick of all the hypocritical shit, you're all as bad as eachother, give him a fucking break.” 

“Hey, calm down.” 

“She's got a point,” Bob whispers into your ear, anxious and soft through comms, “You're all just people who've done bad things trying to be better; you should be supporting each other.”

You shoot them all a ‘see, he gets it’ look and they storm back to the truck.

“Thanks Bob.” You whisper.

“No problem, y/n.”

“That's so weird, he’s like a voice from above.” 

The ride back to the tower is tense and quiet. Walker is still out of it and trying to hide it. You're all exhausted, Bucky glares at you every time you catch his eye, only Alexei seems happy.

Well, that went well.

After a long shower, you need a drink, need to clear your mind. The quiet bar a few blocks near to the tower drawing you in. Booths and low lights, only the sounds of people chatting; perfect. You order a beer, your phone ringing the moment you sit down.   

"Valentina. It's all work. Nothing about you, they're not plotting to kill you. They'd like to if that helps? They're saving people, doing avenger stuff."

There's a pause on the line, she doesn't believe you, "Get them to trust you, y/n."

"You should make me official, maybe they would-"

She snorts, "yeah, okay, no."

"Why's that so funny?"

"You fix things y/n it's hardly-"

"I can fight."

"What use are you injured? You can't heal yourself or your bloodline, look at your father,” did she actually laugh? Your grip on your phone tightens, wishing it was your hands around her neck, "you be a good girl and I'll keep him alive. Be a shame if he went the same way as your mother…."

"Fuck you Valentina." You hiss down the phone, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. 

"I own you y/n, don't forget that."

You heave for breath, slamming your phone on the table. How could someone be so evil? You brush away the tears that sting your eyes. You wouldn't let that witch make you cry. Mom developed early-onset dementia, made all the more cruel when her doctors discovered a brain tumor.

You lost part of her every day, until there was nothing left. Until she became frightened of her own husband and daughter, leaving you and dad devastated. A few years later dad was diagnosed and you'd lost it, how could you go through that again? How could you lose him? Your best friend?

"Hey, you with the sad face.” 

The voice catches you off guard and it takes you a moment to register that it's him.

"John?"

"Ouch, using the first name? Want another?" he asks, pointing to your half-empty glass.

He heads to the bar, and you try to collect yourself. He looks softer without the suit, his armour, more anxious, his fingers gripping the bar. Guess he was as okay as you were. Maybe you should go.

"Who got you so upset?”  He sits opposite you, beers clanging on the table. His hair is messy, you guessed from the shower, falling into his eyes, and you notice a few scratches, contrasting red on his cheek.

"I'm not." 

"Your face says otherwise."

Thanks for that, Walker

Ugh, you could lie, what was the point now? You wanted them to trust you, despite his reputation and gruff nature you had a good feeling about him. 

"Valentina asked me to spy on you guys," he raises his eyebrows in mock surprise, "but none of you talk, ever. About anything. She doesn't like me giving her nothing."

You take a drink and smirk at him, picking at your fingers.

"What has she got on you?" He asked, leaning forward with a hint of concern his eyes.

“She's paying for dad's cancer treatment.” You answer sadly.

“Can't you heal him?” 

"Nope, not myself or my bloodline. If I stop working for her, she stops paying.”  

"Fuck. I take it back, you deserve the sad face."

You both take a drink and you're fidgeting with the bottle, avoiding his eyes. You can sense he wants to talk, though he's not sure how to go about it. Whether you'd listen, so you decide to help him out.

"What about you? Why have you got the sad face?"

"I'm not sad." He dismisses you, shifting in his seat his gaze drifting over the bar.

"Yeah, you are. You hide it, but I see it.” You don't want to make him uncomfortable, but after today, it might do him good to talk to someone. So you both didn't go home to the quiet again, to the emptiness.

"You heard the stories, pick one..."

"Not from you." 

He takes a moment, actually looks at you, like it's the first time in an age someone's actually wanted to hear what he has to say.

"You'd actually listen? Why though?"

"Because I'm nice." He laughs and you give him the finger, knocking your bottle over the table, spilling beer everywhere. He laughs even harder at that. You scowl at him getting tissues from the bar.

"Fuck you walker, I am."

You sit back down, wiping over the table, the tissues making more mess.

"Everyone just sees me as an asshole.” 

"You are an asshole." You flop back down on the seat, smirking at him.

"Wow. Thanks."

You catch his eye again, smiling earnestly, "But I know that's not all you are. I got one good ear, try me."

He's struggling, wringing his hands and he doesn't, can't look at you as he talks.

"That today, it keeps happening. Worse since the void, most times I can feel them starting, but that today, hit me like a truck. You knew?"

"My dad was in Iraq, he was never the same after. He has these flashbacks where he's stuck reliving his traumatic memories. He won't tell me what he sees, but I know it's bad."

Walker studies you with understanding, "I guess it takes the edge off being part of something again. Maybe Olivia will let me see Hobie some more...I don't know." His eyes light up at the mention of his son, his smile easier and you liked it.

"What's he like?" John watches you strangely, like he's surprised you're interested.

“Hobie? He's fucking amazing. Nothing like me. He reminds me of Lemar sometimes. I miss him...part of me died with him that day...the good part…after Olivia left,  I was...I am fucked up, I was nothing, had nothing, I thought about…fuck, ignore me...”

That little sliver of happiness turns to pain and you wish you were closer, that you could comfort him. You knew. You'd been there. For weeks after the void, what you saw breaking you all over again.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't go through with it, who else would've saved my ass today?"

"That is fucking true, they still don't trust you, except for Bob."

"I love Bob!" You grin and he holds out his bottle.

"Right?"

You clink them together in mock cheers.

"I do though, I trust you."

"Thanks, Walker."

"No, I mean it, and for what you said earlier, helping that kid.”

"Bucky was so pissed.”

“Ain't he always?”

You get more drinks in, both of you are a little lighter. He tells you hilarious stories about Lemar, his eyes lighting up when he does. You tell him about your mom, all the good times and you both find comfort in being able to remember. To feel a little less alone.

Time runs away from you and the bar gets busier, noisier, harder to hear what he's saying. He's moved to sit by you, having to lean closer so you can hear him. But the way he's talking so close to your ear, you start to burn up.

“Want some air?”

You make your way through the bar, swaying a little and you both lean against the terrace railing. You close your eyes and let the cool air soothe your face.

“I'm gonna help you. Get you out of her nasty ass claws.” He's staring out over the city as he says it, and you're not sure he actually means it.

"How?" 

"I don't know yet."

He turns back to you, features serious in the glow of the low lights and it shocks you how sincere he is.

“But I will, I promise you.”

“It's weird you being nice like this.” You lean closer, your arm brushing his, conscious of his eyes on you.

“Must be the beer.” He murmurs and you fight the urge to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, must be.”

Finally, you tilt your head to him. He's leaning a little too close, eyes drifting to your lips, but you don't want to stop him. Your skin bristles where his fingers brush yours.

“Hey, you wanna-”

His phone vibrates and rings so loudly that you both jump back. He rummages in his pocket, clumsily turning the phone round and squinting down at it, 'Barnes' flashing over the screen.

 “Hey Bucky!” 

"Are you two drunk?" Bucky asks, that usual grumble in his voice.

"Nope."

"Definitely not."

"Fuck no."

"We've got a problem. Sober up and get to the tower. Now...” John imitates Bucky as he speaks and you splutter, desperately trying not to laugh, "You know this is a video call, right?" 

"Yes, sir." You both salute.

"Oh my god."  

Bucky hangs up on you and with one look, you're both laughing. You'd be in trouble for that later.

"Coffee?" You hold out your hand and he takes it, letting you pull him up him stumbling into a table.

“Ugh, it will take more than coffee.”

You link his arm, both putting weight on each other, somehow staying upright, "you don’t get much downtime with this job, huh?”

“Nope.”

You walk back, ducking into a coffee shop and downing as many espressos as you can carry. Still not completely sober when you meet the others at the tower.

“Someone's blowing up New Jersey again, we gotta go.”

“Again?”

You get no answer, Walker pushing you forward and up the ramp. A bright orange sky greets you in New Jersey, thick smoke and ash covering every surface.

You can make out the shape of someone hovering in the air, flames firing from their hands engulfing everything in their path, buildings and cars exploding, people screaming and running.

"I'm not sober enough for this." Walker groans, surveying the chaos. His skin is ashen, and he's holding onto the door of the jet like it's the only thing keeping him upright. All the way here, he'd been getting greener, all those espressos and beers not mixing well with g-forces.

“You can fix all this?”  Bucky asks and you nod.

“You'll have to put the fire out first."

"Right, you two get all these people away from the fire," he scans you both, "think you can handle that?" Oh, you were in trouble.

"Yes, sir-" You start soon regretting the snark when you see the look on his face.

"Don't push it, get to work." He warns, before he runs with Yelena towards the fire. Both yelling something about Asgardian power diffusing handcuffs...

“You heard him, keep up Walker.”

“Yay….”  

A few more missions later, you're already two months in. They're finally warming to you even Bucky. It helps you've given Valentina absolutely nothing. Making you happier the angrier she gets at each check in. You're waiting for her to pull you out, put you on another job but you're starting to like saving people.

You love backing the misfits up and Bob, well he's hilarious. You'd long since admitted your ‘secret mission’ to them. Not that they're surprised, you're a terrible spy.

After mission drinks with Walker became your favourite thing. Always the same bar as that first time, that same booth, like a ritual. Sometimes he'd be there first, waiting for you, sometimes you'd walk there together. Seems you both needed a friend. Friends. It should have been enough, but the more time you spend with him, the more your attraction grows.

You start to wonder if it was the beer talking that night, just a bit of loneliness. There are times you think he might feel the same. When he sneaks a glance at you, a little too long. When he thinks you don't notice. You wonder if he ever catches you, like now. You're just back off mission and he's messing with his hair, all roughed up from fighting. Completely oblivious to how gorgeous he is.

“Can you believe y/n’s been here two months?”

“Yeah she's getting like furniture.” Yelena jokes and you poke your tongue at her.

Alexei walks by you, patting your shoulder and flashing you a big grin, “I always said, I had a good feeling."

"So, you gonna stay?" Bucky asks giving you a warm smile, and you sit up. Wait, he's smiling at you?

"Do you want me to?"  You whisper, nervous now.

“I guess.”

"Yeah, she's helpful sometimes."

“Wouldn't be the worst thing…”

Walker watches them, waiting to add his take, "I do, I definitely want you…on the team I mean, god.”

"Smooth."

"My god, Walker."

“Can't say no to that, y/n,” Bucky smirks, ”meet back here tomorrow, nine am? Ugh, the witch is back.”

Valentina strolls in, taking mission notes from Bucky and everyone scrambles. The last thing you needed was another 'talk' with Valentina.

“Hey y/n, wait.”

Walker approaches you, a little shifty, is he nervous?

“Hey Walker, drinks later?”

John passes you a letter and you're confused, “Is this a love letter? John…you could text me-” You mock him a little, secretly hoping it was actually a love letter.

“Just open the damn letter.”

You do. Slowly. For effect. Him getting Impatient, you loved winding him up. You tear open the envelope, holding out the letter. Manhattan Cancer Care Centre? This place costs a fortune, even more than Valentina's clinic. 

“This says it's paid up as long as he needs it?” Your gaze keeps shifting between Walker and the letter, not believing what you're reading. That night, he actually meant it?

“How did you?” 

“Don't ask.”  You're searching his eyes, not believing them when he simply shrugs, the paper heavy in your hands. No matter how he did it, you would never forget his kindness. You didn't even think he knew how much this meant to you.

“He's there now?”

“Yeah, you can go see him.”

“It’s been nearly a year. She wouldn't let me see him.” You check the address, mumbling.

Happiness rushes over you, a sense of relief you haven't felt in years. So overwhelming you don't know what to do first. You start to run for the elevator, then run back. Shit, you should thank him. Flinging your arms around him you kiss him on the cheek.

“Shit, I didn't mean to make you cry. “ He reaches up to brush tears away, his touch lingering too long, leaving goosebumps and you'd never wanted to kiss him more.

Fuck it. You close the distance between you his breath hitching slightly when you press your lips to his. Soft and longing, his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping the base of your neck. The other at your waist holding you closer, the firm heat of him against you. Smiling, he pulls away a little, you chasing his lips.

“Thank you, John.” You whisper, biting your lip. His face flushes, squeezing your waist before you let him go.

“My god, go.”

You had so much to tell dad, though you'd leave out the getting shot at part. Valentina's still talking with Bucky and you hold the elevator.

Just one more thing.

“Fuck you, Valentina, I quit.”

“Excuse me?” Valentina turns to you, indignant. For once, you don't care. Didn't have to.

 “I said, fuck you. You don't own me anymore. I work for them now.” You grin and give her the finger as the door closes. 

Yelenaa joins Walker, who's watching you with amusement and something else she can't place. She shoves his shoulder.

“Wow, you did a good thing.”

“I guess.“ 

“How does it feel?”

“Pretty fucking good.”

▪ Masterlist ▪

[heartlyvampzz]

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄.❞ —- ft. phainon

– cws: none wc: 562 , romantic/fluff , gn!reader , modern!au + mention of uni!au(? ig) , the Yearning is real

Pushing the door open to feel the wind blowing by your face, picking up your hair along with it, you see Phainon waiting by the school entrance. You smile as you walk up to him.

“Phai! I thought you left already?” You ask as you come up to his side. He perks up at your presence, that oh so charming smile of his making an appearance.

“I thought that I'd wait for you today. That's alright, isn't it?” He asks, turning his body to face you as he tilts his head slightly to the side.

“Of course it's fine! I've got nothing better to do. You're not busy either, are you?” You say, looking up into his blue and gold eyes. “We could stop by the park on our way home.”

Phainon seemed to lighten up at the idea before nodding. “Sure, we could watch the sunset too?” He adds as he starts to walk.

Following him, running a bit to catch up to him, your cheeks flush slightly. You hoped the sun hid your tinted cheeks with its own orange hue that it casted down.

“Mhm, I'm up for it. As long as you walk me home,” you playfully elbow him as you both laugh, Phainon just shaking his head.

As you two walk, a comfortable silence envelops the both of you. With only your shared footsteps and the birds singing their final songs for the day, you can't help but let your smile stay on your lips, all the more oblivious to how Phainon's attention is purely on you.

He sees how the sun illuminates your features, casting its golden glow on you and shining in your eyes. Your smile—gods—he loved your smile. The way it crinkled at your eyes, along with everything, it's all just so you, and he can't help but swoon.

As you two see the park come into view, you run ahead as Phainon laughs, following you and spotting a bench you've decided to sit down on. You wave him over just as the sunset begins to really show its colors.

You both stare at it, watching as the oranges, reds and yellows mix together with the bright sun in the middle of it all.

“You remind me of the sun, Phainon,” you say suddenly, making Phainon turn his head to look at you, his eyes meeting yours. He gave you a confused look, urging you to continue your thoughts.

“Well, you're bright like the sun—the light in someone's life, my life—and you're just as constant as the sun too. Always leaving with the promise of return, and you always fulfill that promise. I always find you again, the brightest star in the sky.”

His cheeks flush at your words, blending in with the dying light of the sunset. Silence follows, only until Phainon speaks.

“I.. I'm not sure what to say. I've never had anyone describe me as such a thing,” he laughs a bit at the end of his sentence, not quite knowing what else to add. You just smile, turning back to the fading sun.

“Just thought I'd speak my mind. We should probably be heading back now, though, it's getting dark.”

He only nods. Phainon can only help but wish he said something to you then too, to share his own feelings. Maybe one day, he'll get the courage to do so.

♱ —- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: so what if. what if I disappear after this. PLS IDK WHY I'M SO SCARED TO POST SMTH NEW THAT I WROTE. It's been too long guys 💔💔🥀 I rlly need to get back to writing again bc GOD. anyways. I hope this is good 🙃🙃

★ — © heartlyvampzz || I appreciate any reblogs made, and pls don't repost, translate or feed my works into ai, thanks — ✦

[tintitw]

Cornstar 141 ( i think any one of them would be interested in this scenario) x manager or camera person! Reader.

They noticed reader on the set due to an issue with one of the other stars or like an angry ex or something. Reader stands up for them and they suddenly find themselves trying to stand out to reader. Reader has tunnel vision on doing their job so they don’t even notice at first. I love pining 😣

Hi, dear Anon!! It's so nice to see my first request ahhh😭 Thank you for sharing your thoughts, I hope you will like my story!! For now, I will do only one of them, we'll see if you guys like it🩷 Feel free to ask for more!!

Cornstar!Johnny got used to working in a complete silence, not only because he needs to concentrate and he also enjoyed embarrassing all of the employees and cameramen, making them listen to his moans and whimpers in. Absolute. Silence. But this day was different in multiple ways.

Except you.

You have been his manager throughout the years, working shoulder to shoulder with him, supporting his decisions. But he felt red on his cheeks not his ass cheeks when you raised your eyebrow at him when he does something distracting or stupid. What did he feel?

You, his fellow manager, was sitting near the cameras, clicking your pen and inspecting today's plan for Johnny.

"Fuck..." you whispered, crossing out another annoying meeting with his "fans".

"He has a job to do, this company of adult movies will pay him good..." you thought to yourself, when you heard some noise from the next room.

Everyone turned around, trying to find the source of the sound. Suddenly, the door cracked open, and all you can see is a mess of a fighting, crumbling bodies, where you only could recognise security and some yelling and screaming psycho, that tried to get into the frame.

"The hell.." Johnny grunted, not even covering himself and looks at the unknown person in disbelief.

"Do you know them?" you asked, rushing to Johhny in order to protect him.

"Aye.. that's my ex. Still can't get over it, stalking my vids and profiles." Johnny mumbled in embarrassment, looking away.

It was too intimate. Even more than adult content he's been making. You nodded, completely fucking frustrated that some little shit dares to do such shit with your client.

"Hey! Johnny, I can explain everything... Just listen..!" they screamed, getting away from the security.

They accidentally stopped, seemingly frustrated, looking at you.

"And who are you? Johnny, is that your new partner?! How could you..!" they screamed, pointing at you.

"It's none of yer business you.." Soap sneered.

"Yes, exactly." you said calmly, but still tensed up. "We two are filming together, is there a problem?" you murmured, leaving Johnny completely stunned by your acting skills.

As they were standing in front of you, confused, security made their way to them. Finally, the problem was resolved.

"Wait, why did you..." John stuttered.

"Did what?" you replied, completely unaware.

"You called me your...boyfriend?" he mumbled, completely flushed.

"Oh, never mind, I just had to handle the situation!" you smiled, leaving him with his in infatuation and embarrassment.

<Wait, what are we!?> He wanted to yell.

Its so ass😭😭 I tried to write what you asked, but it's not rlly there... help

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hey there, Mousey! (◍•ᴗ•◍) It’s been a while since my last request. To be honest, I get these random ideas every time I play SDV. I just can’t help it! The way you write stories related to SDV and its mods is absolutely captivating. I keep rereading your stories because they always brighten my day. Keep up the incredible work, and don’t forget to take care of yourself! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Anyway, here’s my request: Do you remember the Master Cave? I’m not sure if anyone has ever made this request before, but what if the Farmer decided to introduce the Master Cave to their spouse? How would the SDV & SVE bachelor/ettes react to it?

Hewwo Hime :3 Good to see you again, and thank you so much for the kind words aaaaaaaaaa glad you like my writing 🥹❤️

No one has asked me about Mastery cave, so you first! Thanks again for the ask, and have a good day 💕

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SDV bachelors/ettes:

Heh, Alex likes what Farmer's grandpa has done for them. Loads of secrets and useful recipes to make their job easier, not to serve everything up on a silver platter though, but to encourage determination and a desire to achieve something more. "Look at all the things you've achieved! Your Grandpa would definitely be proud of you." And an athlete is proud of his spouse, inspired by their accomplishments and wanting to be the better too. A better man, a better spouse, a better father..... "Hey, are you going to do something like that for our grandkids too?" Farmer looked into Alex's eyes, smiling slyly and winking.

Shane was a little confused. What is this place... Was the cave always there? And no one has ever noticed a door in the woods? There's some kind of patterned wall inside, and immediately the calm song from the music box started playing. "The cave with the secrets my Grandpa left me." Huh, interesting, and quite touching too. Shane, by the way, can't find this music box, where the heck this music came from... "Oh, it's not a music box, it's Grandpa's spirit." Ah, alright. ....The fuck, wha- "Honey, it's magic." ????? Okay? Like- WHAT.

It's just incredible - a secret cave, closed off from prying eyes, made by the older generation for posterity, with hidden secrets and treasures! Why had Elliott's beloved never told him about this place? Oh wait, it must be a private matter of their family, he shouldn't have been so insistent on answering... "Well, you're my family now too." Elliott listened with pleasure and attention to both how Farmer discovered this cave and how long it took them to succeed, assigning each of the Mastery. They both sat in the dark cave for a couple of hours or so exactly, immersed in conversation. The writer would thank his spouse for sharing this with him and ask permission to put the event in his memoirs.

"Did your grandpa do all this as a challenge? I mean, that's pretty cool, but why exactly? Like, a family tradition or what?" Farmer could go on for hours telling Sam why their Grandfather did all this, but decided to just silently give the musician the letter they themself had found here in this very cave. Sam took the time-yellowed piece of paper and read the words carefully. 'Make me proud!' was signed at the end, and he handed the piece of paper back to Farmer. So cool.... secret cave! Sammy seems to be thrilled, not really with the wall with the Mastery itself, but more with the very fact that Farmer's grandfather made a secret cave in the valley!

"See? I told you it was true, hon!" Farmer let go of Harvey's hand, allowing the doctor to move closer to the wall and touch the engraved symbols. That scythe of purple metal the doctor had never seen, that fishing rod of the same metal.... Harvey's spouse was telling the truth, but the doctor still finds it a little hard to believe in magic because he believes in science and modern medicine. Still, he'll be surprised and interested in both the cave and how their grandfather decided to leave them his inheritance in such an unusual way. And a little startled by the sounds of the music box, because w- what does it mean, dear, that his spirit is here???

Sebastian's eyes widened in surprise as he saw a patterned door magically appear in the rock wall he and Farmer had approached. Had this door been here all along? And why had Sebastian never seen it before. "Because my Grandfather made it so others couldn't see it." Entering the small, dark cave, Sebby immediately walked over to the smooth stone wall, reading the inscriptions. "Mastery... Is that what you were talking about?" Farmer nodded. That's so cool and misterious. Your old man is cool, making everything like that." Farmer knew their husband would love this place.

Strange... Leah knows this part of the forest very well, as it's one of the best places to gather nature's gifts, where large colonies of edible mushrooms usually grow, but she's never seen this mysterious door. She would even think that her spouse was playing a joke on her and had somehow managed to put just a door in the wall here, but upon entering the cave and seeing the magic torches light themselves, decorating the dark room with a warm glow, the young artist opened her mouth in surprise. These paintings on the wall are so beautiful, handmade by a real master..... Did their Grandfather make them? For Farmer?

At first Penny tensed a little and squeezed her spouse's hand tighter as they entered the cave together, because Farmer's words "I want to show you a special place" in her mind implied some beautiful meadow with flowers, not an enclosed space in the rock. But she quickly forgot her fear as the warm light from the torches illuminated the beautifully painted stone wall. "The Mastery.... What is it, dear?" Farmer explained to their wife with a warm smile that this was their Grandpa's legacy, until their conversation was interrupted by the beautiful melody of a music box. "Ah, Grandpa's spirit has decided to pay us a visit!" That's... kidna creepy, but Penny tried not to show the panic on her face.

Wow, how cool is that? Abigail had explored every corner of the valley, every cave, every hiding place, but she'd never seen this door! Although it was right under her nose! Look at that, this place is neat. And it's pretty chilly in here - a great place to cool off on a hot summer's day! That painted wall and the pedestal with... the nightcap? "Yeah, that's Grandpa's, the last time I felt his spirit, his hat appeared here..." Ghosts?! That's fucking awesome! And Farmer didn't tell her about this? Their own wife? Abby pouts playfully and looks forward to hearing stories from her spouse, especially ones that mention spirits and magic.

Emily walked slowly along the wall, looking at the engraving and smiling. To be honest, Farmer was a little surprised that their blue-haired spouse was not frightened by the rather dark and cramped cave. "On the contrary, dear! I feel such a warm and kind aura here." Farmer recalled how not long ago, after achieving full Mastery, they felt a light touch of a hand on their shoulder. Yeah, they understood what Emily meant.... "And that's how you managed to make so many feathered friends?" Ah, now she was talking about all the parrot eggs they were able to get on their adventures thanks for the Combat Mastery.

The cave was quite dark and the only light was the flash from Haley's camera. "Creepy..." but she was in no hurry to leave the cave her spouse had shown her, and continued to take picture after picture. Haley would be so engrossed in her camera until she felt a chill on her neck. "Eeeep!" Startled, she immediately leaned into Farmer without leaving their embrace. And Farmer hugged her tightly, thinking that now Grandpa was giggling at his little prank. Anyway, Haley actually like this cave, so many pictures for the exhibition!

Maru excitedly looked around the cave, reading the stone inscriptions, shifting her gaze from the wall to her spouse. "The Sword, the Axe, the Watering can, the Fishing rod, and the Pickaxe.... Symbols of all those skills you know perfectly. Did your grandfather leave you some special task?" And just as Farmer was about to tell their wife about it, she turned her gaze excitedly... to the mushrooms growing next to the wall. "Wow, dad said this species of mushroom was extinct, but look, there's a whole colony of them!" Yeah, so cool... Farmer pouted a little, but afterwards still managed to tell Maru about their great adventure.

SVE bachelors/ettes:

When Farmer pointed their hand toward the door, Magnus' gaze was full of confusion. Why was his beloved showing him... a rock wall? But as soon as Farmer touched the doorknob, the wizards felt a flash of magic. A secret seal, inaccessible to prying eyes, how interesting! And placed, apparently, by a very powerful mage, since even he could not see this mysterious cave for so long living in the Valley. This wall and pedestal, hmm.... He's interested to hear from Farmer what they have to say about this cave and their grandfather while he examines the cave himself.

"Your Grandfather was an incredible man, and you worked hard to succeed in achieving Mastery, my love," Lance said with a smile as he looked at the patterns and symbols on the stone wall of the cave. Mystery and secrets right close to their home, who would have thought.... The adventurer was particularly interested in Combat Mastery, with an inspirational quote from one of the great warriors engraved on it. And also can't help but notice the faint stream of light magic hovering in the air. "Was your grandfather an adventurer by any chance?" The pink-haired man would love to hear his spouse's story and about their grandfather, and how they had achieved such a level of skill.

Wait, Victor had already read about something like that... Yes, some experienced mages made such kind of walls with challenges for newcomers to pass the tests and gain valuable experience. And his spouse was able to achieve that too, because they claimed all kinds of Mastery and got useful magical items and recipes. Which points to one of two things..... "Was your Grandfather a mage!? Or was acquainted with one of the mages?" Either way, the spaghetti lover's eyes glowed with delight, showering Farmer's head with a bunch of questions.

Olivia had to admit, the mysterious dark cave left behind by her spouse's Grandfather didn't sound as enticing and intriguing as it did more tense and frightening. Nevertheless, she still decided to give it a chance, maybe it's not so bad, and magic is not completely alien to her, there was a case in the past... The former Joja accountant was looking at the inscriptions on the smooth stone wall, listening to Farmer's stories about the achievements of Mastery.... Until she was scared to death by bats (how and when they managed to settle here is a mystery even for Farmer). Quite interesting, but Olivia will refrain from going there again after meeting the ‘cave residents’.

"Dear, you can let go of my hand." Sorry, Farmer, but Sophia's not going to do that, because even though the cave is small, it's still a little intimidating. The kind of painted walls she'd seen in one of the manga about a group of witch girls searching for the secrets of a great wizard to obtain magical artifacts. "Well, my story is somewhat similar, heh.... Would you like to hear it, dear?" Of course she does! Just one thing... can they at least leave the door open? Sophia's a little uncomfortable with the cave atmosphere.

Oh, Claire's spouse had chosen the perfect place for a date, the woods were especially beautiful this time of year! Except... Where are they going? They passed their favourite clearing, where- Is that a door? "I've wanted to show you this for a long time. You asked me the other day where I got my unusual scythe from. That's where it came from." And Farmer pointed with his hand to the wall in the cave where it said "Farm Mastery.’ "All of this is my grandfather's legacy..... Oh, you hear the music box? That's him paying us a visit! My soul, are you all right? You've gone pale..." Claire loves her spouse very much, but this presentation of slightly shocking information made her kidna scared and uncomfortable.

"Wow... How long has this been here?" Well, maybe the cave itself has been here for a long time, but the door with the magical seal and the wall with the Mastery has definitely only been here since Farmer's Grandpa lived here. Despite the cave being a little dark, cramped and damp, Scarlett finds it quite cosy. "I can't explain it, but here I feel... calm, or something. You know what i mean, right?" She said, looking at the wall covered in patterns. "Probably because Grandpa's spirit is here now, watching us, and smiling." Hey, that's- hold on, spirit???

[somemadart]

Soft john walker we need you!!!

Hey so this is just brain rot im writing at work. Theres no reason, just felt like sharing my thoughts on soft john walker, because he can't always be a giant asshole right!?

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Ya, he definitely is rough and dominant when he wants to be. But really, he's just a big softie. He loves just holding you from behind as you make coffee. He loves laying all his weight on you at night, his head between your breast just looking up at up with the utmost love. Not in a sexual way, just the need to be close and listen to your heart beat. He'll sit between your legs when watching TV, his head on your thighs, giving you gentle kisses occasionally. He likes watching you do what you love. If you're into art, he'll sit and watch you paint for hours, he'd never get bored of watching paint dry if it was you who placed the paint. You like gardening? Well, he's outside, no matter how hot it is with you. He'll follow you around with an umbrella and sunscreen, making sure you don't get burnt (even if you don't burn easily)

He's like a lost puppy without you. I mean don't get me wrong, hes ex military, hes know how to straighten up and and get shit done even with distractions. But I mean when hes home alone. Your on a girl's trip with yelena and ava, hes mopping around the tower waiting for you to text. He's not pathetic, just really misses you.

When you get home after him not seeing you for a long time. He does become pathetic. Touchy, clingy, like a kicked puppy. He'll be extra soft and sweet to you that night. Slowly making love to you, soft but passionate. Keeps his face buried into your neck as he whispers sweet nothings into your skin.

[http-tokki]

i am once again writing at one am because I am insane and can't sleep. anyway here's a sort of part two to the himbo bestie!jayce x reader script fic thing I wrote a few weeks ago! hope you enjoy ily

Thursday afternoon. The day you usually meet Jayce for lunch, but, as always, he is running late, and in exchange for the usual spot in the park you had been summoned to his office. It wasn’t the worst way to spend your afternoon; the weather had turned cooler, the breeze sharper and as much as you enjoyed a brisk winter afternoon, sniffling because of the cold while trying to eat wasn't enjoyable. The office is warmer, quieter, and the risk of having your nose run is very, very minimal, so you immediately jumped at the opportunity to eat inside. What you hadn’t counted on was the fact that Viktor would also be there.

Fuck.

A slight oversight on your behalf, too excited by the idea of having hot soup fresh from a microwave, to consider that Jayce shared a space with someone else, someone you had your eye on, someone who had recently been a topic between you and your friend. Someone who was sitting across from you, completely uninterested in your presence.

Cool.

“Sorry to bother you.” you break the silence with an awkward attempt a segue into conversation.

Viktor doesn’t even look up from his book. “It’s not a bother. You are not doing anything that requires an apology.”

“Right,” you mumble, looking back down at your packed lunch, the bright pink container so juvenile in comparison to the room you are in.

You sit in silence for a few more minutes, unable to even glance in Viktor’s direction in fear of saying something moronic so instead you sit in your wheelchair and spin, nothing crazy where you’re hitting G-forces but a soft sway back and forth, almost self-soothing against the gnawing in your gut.

“Okay, now you are doing something that requires an apology.” Viktor startles you as he speaks up, his voice echoing through the space.

Your shoes squeak on the floor as you come to a halt, face heating up at what felt like a scolding but without the formalities.

“Sorry.” the apology is quiet, even more so with your back to him. You glance at your watch again, ten minutes past two, ten minutes that Jayce was late and it was eating into your break time. You’ll catch him next week but not before firing off a passive-aggressive text to remind him that he owed you a lunch for being late. You stand from the chair, hands gripping the Tupperware tight and offer a timid goodbye to Viktor.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, can you tell-“

“Are you hungry?” the question catches you off guard and you’re turning to face him.

Viktor is now looking up at you, chin braced in his palm as his gaze flicked down to the container in your hands.

“I’m assuming you are since Jayce has stood you up for lunch.” he tilts his head, brows raised waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, kinda. Thought he’d be here by now” Your gaze shifts to the door.

Viktor pauses for a moment before asking. “Well, would you like to eat lunch with me?”

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“I still can’t believe he stood me up.” you laugh behind your hand, worried you had food between your teeth from your latest bite. “He asked me to come here and he still forgot.”

Viktor hums, amused but not enough to laugh. “Perhaps he found something better to do.”

Your hand drops, all pretence of refinery gone as you dip a carrot stick in the dip set between the two of you.

“You’re meaner than I remember.”

“Meaner?” he questions, carrot stick between his fingers raised to his mouth. “I was never mean to you so how can I be meaner? If anything I’m just being mean for the first time.”

“That is true.” you agree, biting down on the vegetable. “You have always been really nice to me.”

“You never deserved anything less.” his tone shifts into something softer, warmer. A side you had not heard from him yet.

You smile at each other, chewing on the food you had stolen from the lunch box labelled “Jayce’s food” your soup long forgotten in turn for the spread of dips and crackers.

“Jayce was talking about you the other day,” Viktor announces suddenly, startling you a bit.

Oh. You attempt to play it cool.

“Really? Was it about my dazzling personality or my breathtaking looks?”

“About your orientation, actually.” he states, matter of factly. “He seemed to be under the impression you fancied woman although this reasoning behind it was rather ridiculous.”

The weight in your chest lessens at the fact that Jayce hadn’t told Viktor about your stupid inquisition as to his relationship status.

“I did tell him that you weren’t. I’ve seen you interact with men before but he didn’t seem too convinced.” Viktor continues, eyes scanning you.

“It was really stupid-“

“Are you?” the question has you pausing.

“Am I?” you feel the familiar circle of last week’s conversation begin to wind around you both.

“Into men?” Viktor stares intently, waiting for any hint as to the answer.

“Well. yes.” you don’t mean for the dejection to seep into your voice but you can’t help the small slip.

Another hum from Viktor. “I thought so.” but you don’t catch that.

Doubt begins to swirl in your mind. Have you been imagining the flirting over text, the kiss at the party? The looks you had shared over coffee? The handful of times you went out?

“I just wanted to let you know that I am.”

You catch the tail end of Viktor’s speech, the final words giving you whiplash. He was? Viktor was into men? Is he coming out to you? Was this his way of letting you down gently? Oh no. Had you unknowingly coerced a man into coming out just so they could say no to you??

“Are you?” it's your turn to frantically search his face for any clue as to what he has said while you spiralled.

“Single? Yes.” Viktor blinks at you as if it were the most obvious answer.

“Wait…what?” complete and utter confusion clouds your mind.

“You asked Jayce if I was single and I am answering you saying that I am.”

“But why are you telling me this?”

“Because you asked him last week. Are you feeling okay?” Viktor reaches out to grab your hand, squeezing your fingers.

“Why are you telling me you’re single if you just told me you’re into men?” you are trying so very hard to concentrate on your words and not the fact that Viktor is all but holding your hand.

What were you meant to do with this information? Does Jayce know? Is he admitting to you to tell Jayce?? What is happening ?!

Viktor laughs, not a small, contained chuckle but hearty and loud, his smile stretching over his face in an expression you had only seen a few times in this room.

“Ohh, lásko, no.” his thumb swipes over the top of your hands, the pet name you had heard a few times hitting you like a punch to the gut. “I am telling you I am single because I am very much into you.”

[h3lfaerie]

Babygirls, I am grinding. My keyboard is steaming. I have hermited myself.

I went through a period of genuinely not having been able to write to writing 24/7. I do sincerely apologize for making you wait this long. I'm aware I have missed the deadline.

I am giving you a big meaty chapter when I'm done.

This has... actually become a priority. I'm not even kidding. With everything that I've been juggling the past year, I am now actively pouring all of my energy into this.

I'm supposed to be moving out. I haven't even started packing. Because screw packing. It can wait.

I am not joking when I say this is all I'm doing right now. I'm sleeping, eating and I'm writing. That's it. I am currently writing this after pulling an all-nighter.

I have made a commitment to myself and to you to deliver this as soon as possible. I thought it'd be done by the 10th but I did overestimate the amount of content I wanted to deliver with this chapter. At the same time, I don't want to rush and give you a butchered Chapter 10 either. For a long time I've been getting in and out of the writing chair for various reasons (which led to further procrastination). For the last few days I've been sitting in it non-stop.

I am getting this done.

And please, I do not want you to think I am brute forcing my way into this.

It's quite the opposite.

I. Am. Buzzing! I can't write fast enough for the way the story is flowing through my brain right now. I am doing this with so much dedication and love. I don't think I even have the vocabulary to describe it.

What I'm trying to say is that I am really doing everything I can to get this out as soon as possible.

While I'm still working on it, I will be posting daily (for every day I've passed the deadline) to keep you updated on the process or to share with you any interesting things I might have encountered while doing research. ❤️

Again, I am so genuinely sorry.

Getting this out ASAP is my priority. I'm too scared to say with certainty how long it will take because I couldn't stick to the deadline I originally set. But I am working on this like my final year dissertation.

Keep your eyes on the blog for the daily updates and hopefully I'll be able to give you chapter 10 in the next few days. ❤️ I love you all very much.

As always, thank you... For your support and your patience, and for simply enjoying this world I've created.

[knowinglewis]

I can't lie, I've got the entire plot for this fic planned out and it is so JUICY! The angst, the yearning, the heartache, the scandal, and all the romance is making me addicted to writing this fic!!

I'm an LH girl for life, but I think I've also made myself fall in love with Charles just a little too while writing this fic hehehe so expect it to be impossible to choose between the two in the spicy love triangle.

I will also write alternate endings for this story based on who you choose to end up with, mainly because I love them both so much and I can't choose myself 🤍

I cannoooooooot wait to share it with you, I'm hoping to have it up this weekend for you!

Is it bad that I’m tempted to write a Bridgerton/Regency era style fic with a love triangle with Lewis and Charles? (after I finish Fading Lines of course)

I’ve been rewatching Bridgerton and Pride & Prejudice recently with my sister, so I can’t get the idea out of my head, but unsure if it’s something anyone would be interested to read…may still write it for my own indulgence though

Can you imagine though?? The scandal, the angst, the yearning oooomgggg also Lewis in the Vogue shoot is giving me way too many ideas

Please let me know if this is something anyone would be willing to read and I shall deliver!

[hedwig221b]

I just keep imaging your Twilight au and like… *frothing at the mouth*

Because I know Edward is dedicated to and fiercely protective of Bella but I am picturing how your Derek is going to be around your Stiles and I just… asdfghjklahskflcnshsk 😩😩😩

Oh, Derek is going to be so gentle with him... So protective... And it's so gonna drive him insane when Stiles inevitably gets into trouble lmao

Now they're mostly in their fascination phase, it's flirty and cute, and both of them are obsessed with each other, but soon, The Bad Guy™️ is gonna roll out of the fog and it's gonna be over (for me and for y'all)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

🌸 !!CHAPTER TWELVE POSTED!! 🌸

Title: Four Walls

Tags: Slow burn, domesticity, friends to lovers, smut, pining post sias/pre am era

Summary: Disillusioned with LA and on the heels of a breakup, Alex goes to stay with Miles in London.

[iamaslutforjatp]

So, it's been exactly two weeks since this Stetopher fic idea was born. (See this thread for background info)

Within those two weeks, I have written 69k words in my brainstorming document (AKA the 'brain dump' where everything starts before I tidy it up into finalised notes elsewhere, separated into character, plot, outline, etc.).

I repeat, I wrote 69,000 fucking words. In two weeks.

(I had to repeat it, because I still can't quite believe it)

I've broken all my own personal writing records.

I've realised this fic is going to be at least 150k words, possibly 200k.

I've split the fic into 5 Acts, covering over one and a half years [there are cliffhangers between Acts that are already planned and that have me wanting to cackle like an evil villain].

I'm essentially rewriting seasons 1-3A adjusted for several key 'what if' changes pre-canon and exploring the domino effect of how things continue to change from there.

I've currently got a 3-page-long detailed and colour-coded timeline of events that happen in the fic, which is growing every day as I figure out where things fit (which included printing out monthly calendars for the relevant years and using 4 different websites to reference when the actual full moons were for each year).

I spent hours on university websites and several other resources figuring out what programs different characters might take, what courses they might take, what their schedule might look like, what are the start and end dates of semesters, etc.

I spent even more hours with several google maps tabs, wikipedia pages, geographical maps, and fandom wikis open to figure out where the fuck Beacon Hills might possibly be located and figuring out the distance from this fictional location to several real ones.

Do you have any idea how long I've spent doing math? MATH?! I hate math! I thought I was going to drive myself insane trying to figure out ages and timelines and dates and ughhhh. Just. No more math please? I beg.

If you've made it this far down (wow, thank you), here are some things you can look forward to in this fic, in no particular order:

Unresolved pre-fire Petopher drama

Stetopher endgame, obviously

Allison & Stiles friendship

Boyd & Erica live

Pack bonding

Stiles yelling at Derek about how to be a good fucking alpha

Chaotic pack board game night (that may or may not involve Chris tackling Peter over the game board)

Stiles already knowing he is a Spark, his mother having taught him about magic when he was growing up

Domestic fluff

Stiles unknowingly driving Chris and Peter crazy with his lack of boundaries, oversharing, and oral fixation

Slow burn

Stiles getting to study magic at university

Stetopher nerding out over research together

Stiles somehow having keys to everyone's places (Peter has no idea how Stiles even found out where he lives)

Christmas pack fluff

Several key alterations to the Argent background, including Kate & Gerard being arrested & sentenced to jail after the fire, Chris divorcing Victoria, and Allison finding out about the supernatural a few years early. (Stiles may or may not have had something to do with at least one of those things)

[wandixx]

one-shot snippet

Duke was running out of fumes to run on. The last few days would be exhausting if it was just vigilante or just civilian stuff but no, he had to have it both. Because of Arkham break out, he had been called in three nights in a row, not for a whole patrol but he couldn't exactly sleep it off during the day like others did, especially not in a week when every teacher decided they needed to have test or quiz or what not. Naps meant he wasn't as sleep-deprived as he could be but he needed far more. But he couldn't because crime in Gotham never sleeps so he had normal patrol to finish and there were about two hours left.

Would something bad happen if he just stopped for a moment and laid on a roof? Ten up to fifteen minutes. It was a slow day too…

Yeah, no, he deserved a moment to rest and if something disastrous was to happen in the meantime he would shame other Bats for not giving him enough time to sleep.

It certainly said something that he found gravel covering this roof to be quite comfortable. He set a timer for ten minutes and let himself close his eyes.

When the loud screech of the timer jolted him awake, he was suddenly fully aware that he wasn't alone anymore. He sat up a little too quickly.

"Oh, you're awake" white white-haired girl around Damian's age chimed, sitting cross-legged just a few feet away from him. She wore something that could only be described as a lab safety hazmat suit, white and black with popping green accents. When had Gotham gotten a new vigilante/villain/whoever the girl was? "Good, I just returned from a snack hunt," she added, gesturing at a big textile bag lying next to her. Duke didn't have enough brainpower to do anything more than ask.

"What?"

The girl shrugged, take-out from BatBurger in her hand.

"You look like you have a bad day if not a few days, so I've got you my cousin's bad day combo or at least the closest thing I could. BatBurger burger isn't as good as NastyBurger but you certainly have better fries" As she spoke, a second take-out bag, 1 liter bottle of energy drink, juice bottle of the same size, and pack of convenience store brownies joined greasy paper bag sealed with a sticker.

"Is your cousin a speedster?" Excuse Duke, it was a totally valid question, he saw with his bare eyes both Wally West and Bart Allen when they visited Manor. No one else would be able to stomach the amount of food they inhaled during their stays.

"Nah, we're not that fast or that hungry. Though I think I may get closer to the speed of sound." So, clearly, a meta if white hair and weir aura that let his eyes rest weren't enough indication "My cousin when he has a bad few days often forgets to eat so this combo has to help with there too. But I'll steal your fries of course."

Duke was not going to look a gift horse in the teeth, so he grabbed one bag and tore it open. There was a classic combo with bigger fries and NightWings inside.

"Thank you…" he trailed off, hoping that the girl would take a clue and introduce herself but she didn't. She just drowned her fries in ketchup and started munching. She had her own juice.

"My cousin always said that each part of this combo has a different purpose." she explained instead, slightly muffled because of the fries in her mouth "This" she gestured towards the fast food meal "is to soothe your stomach. This "she tapped energy drink "is to soothe your brain and kick it back online. This "she raised a bottle of juice "is to soothe your taste buds because energy drinks are war crime against them and this "she nudged brownies "is to soothe your heart because Ancients damn it, this day is awful and you deserve it. At least that's what he told me when I had day bad enough to deserve that" she shrugged, licking ketchup of her finger. Suddenly she froze "You aren't allergic, are you?

"No, I'm not" he confessed bewildered.

"Good"

For a long moment, they sat in silence, devouring food the little girl brought. Duke distantly wondered if this was how the night shift spent their snack breaks. It felt nice.

He was finishing his part of the brownies when the girl spoke up again.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yeah," he was a little surprised to realize that t it was true. He'll have to note down what she put in this 'bad day combo'. "Thank you"

"Don't mention it." she shrugged with a general gesture of dismissal "You're one of my cousin's favorite heroes because you're vaguely his age and handle Gotham alone during the day and I quote "She did honest or God air quotes at that" 'As only hero in Amity-' which is a lie by the way, Val is doing great and even if he suddenly got problem with how she feels about his alter ego, he still has Sam and Tuck even if they're usually more of moral support. And I helped when I visited, so no, he isn't the only one. Anyway as he said 'As the only hero in Amity, my heart goes out for anyone who deals with this type of bullshit so Dani if you absolutely have to prank heroes, leave them out of it, especially Signal, he can't be older than Jazz, he doesn't need any more mess to handle.' All aliens and lanterns are also off-limits because he is a space nerd. But you aren't space-related so I'm like 80% percent sure he has a celebrity crush on you" She slurped more juice, unbothered.

Duke was thankful he wasn't swallowing anything because for sure she would choke. He took a split second to consider addressing… this whole situation and choose against it. He was not ready to be anyone's celebrity crush.

"Your name is Danny?" he asked instead.

"Dani" she corrected" with an I"

"Ok. It's nice to meet you Dani-with-an-I" She giggled, nodding her head slightly.

"It's nice to meet you too Signal"

Duke stood up, stretching a little. Dani joined him after hastily putting all the trash in her bag. She was a little higher than expected.

"I have to get back to my patrol"

"Cool," she drifted back a bit, making him realize that she was floating a few inches above the ground. She fixed her bag on her arm.

"Hey, can I hang out a little bit more? My cousin will go green out of jealousy when I tell him" she added with a mischievous smirk but Duke could tell there was more to it. He took a moment to consider it, which apparently made the girl nervous "I can be invisible the whole time, like before." she offered, disappearing in the meantime. He could still tell where she was, because of her heat signature, and aura but for regular people, she would be no different than the surrounding air.

"Yeah, you can hang around and you don't have to be invisible. Just don't get in my way when I have to actually do some fighting."

She popped back to the visible spectrum and pouted like Damian whenever he got benched.

" I can fight, y'know? I stopped mugging on a snack run."

It was ten goddamn minutes, how could she get so much food and stop a mugging in such a short time?!

Oh, right, superspeed. Still, impressive.

"I haven't seen it" he started, channeling all Dick-trying-to-wrangle-Damian-into-socially-acceptable-activity' energy he could muster "So I don't know how you fight or even what powers you have. If we tried to fight together we would trip over each other" It was a bare-faced lie, Bat Training made sure of that but he knew for a fact that if he said anything else, the girl would be mad and probably did her own thing.

Was that what Bruce thought about all of them?

Oh no.

Dani still looked displeased but after a moment of consideration, she nodded with a defeated sigh.

Suddenly she straightened like she got struck by lightning and whipped around.

"Wha-"

She just shushed raising her finger to her mouth. Duke did indeed quieten.

"I have enhanced hearing" she whispered "There is a mugging somewhere this way."

"Let's go then" he shot his grapple, waving his other hand at Dani to come with him before he jumped off the roof. He heard the girl giggle as she flew right after him.

" After this, you'll show me the coolest gargoyles, okay? Sam asked for photos"

"Okay"

It seemed that the end of this patrol wouldn't be as bad as the start was. Hopefully.

And afterward, he was going to lock himself in his room until the sky fell or he was well rested.

Yeah, that was a good plan.

*******

how do you like it?

[sorryimananti-romantic]

The Leaders | chapter 6 teaser

“Oh, dear,” Seonghwa pulled you closer, prompting you to settle on your knees instead of keeping them upright as a barrier between you two. “Tell me you said something he deserved to hear.”

“I did,” you sniffed. “I told him not to come after me or mine ever again unless he wants to start a war he can never win.”

A smirk creeped up the underboss’ lips, sending a stirring of nerves to your stomach. “Me or mine, huh?”

“I had to say something–”

“You did well,” Seonghwa said, cupping your face and wiping your eyes, nodding in acknowledgement. “You did so well, love. And I’m glad you stayed strong. You don’t ever have to break in front of your father anymore. You can break in front of me, in front of any of us but– never him.”

You looked at Seonghwa, truly looked at him. His eyes glinted with a million unsaid things, but even in the dim light of the lamp, you could tell that they held admiration and something like pride. Something you always wished to see in someone’s eyes when they looked at you.

“Why do you cry, love?” He asked, wiping the tears that threatened to roll down your cheeks. You didn’t even realise that you were crying silently now.

“I don’t know,” you told him. “Seonghwa– can I really break in front of you?”

Something unreadable flickered across Seonghwa’s face. “You can. With me, or Hongjoong, or any of us, you can be yourself. We’re here– I’m here for you. You never have to feel alone again.”

You tightened your lips, stifling a sob. Seonghwa only smiled, scooting closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. You let out a shaky breath and then went still as he kissed your cheek. 

“Won’t you look at me?”

The deep timbre of his voice sounded inside your skull. You kept your eyes shut and he wiped the remnants of the tears away from your lashes before kissing both your eyelids, his soft lips like feathers of an angel's wing shielding you from everything that hurt you. Your hands tangled in his shirt as he continued to pepper light kisses all over your face, the sound of his breath making your heart flutter uncontrollably. However, he stopped right when he kissed near your mouth, his hands almost shaking as he cradled your jaw and pulled back to gauge your reaction.

“Look at me.”

“I’m scared,” you opened your eyes and your gaze stuck on his plump lips. “I don’t understand why you all want me. I don’t understand why we’re here, like this.”

He only smiled in answer. “Is it too much?”

“That’s the thing,” you scoffed in disbelief. “I don’t think it is.”