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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Jerking Bucky Off Under The Table During A Meeting...

Warnings | handjob, swearing, smut, kinda exhibitionism, cum tasting

Requested ✖️

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He was trying to listen to Steve, but it came increasingly difficult as you ran your hand up his thigh, absentmindedly biting your lip and nodding your head, faking attention to the course of action that he was dictating with Tony on.

Bucky chewed on the inside of his mouth, smiling at the motion as you stroked circles against the material of his trousers, thinking it for a moment to be nothing more than a sentimental source of comfort. Though, he discovered himself to be wrong, as your nails scratched against the denim, moving higher up, causing his breath to hitch strongly.

His aim was to continue listening to Tony’s ultimatum towards his best friend, but he found it difficult, as he kept wavering his eyes towards you, squirming to attempt to decipher your intent. He didn’t trust what you were doing, not during such a crucial moment, it was well known within the compound that you liked to live on the edge, however, he didn’t want you to try and push him over his own around so many of your co workers and friends.

To his luck, the meeting was only small; concerning only Tony and Steve, who were debating the pros and cons of each others arguments away at each other, a sleep deprived Natasha, who was more concerned about the broken coffee maker that Stark had yet to fix, Peter whom was multitasking by taking notes and studying for this term’s final exam, and Clint, the man that was falling avidly half asleep before everyone’s eyes.

And you saw, their presence and the lack of many others as an opportunity, to rile him up and tease him beneath the platform that was spewed with open files and half ink filled pens. Shaking his head at your incessant need to touch him, he moved your hand down lower, but that move of his was pointless, for you simply raised the stakes again, and your hand, choosing to brush over what he was packing this time.

It emitted a gasp from Bucky, one that he tried to choke down into a cough, so that there would be no underlying suspicions pivoting around the minds of his teammates. There surely couldn’t be much longer of this premise left, he thought to himself, to calm his body into submission, though, he couldn’t be sure, with the back and forth that Tony and Steve were passing to each other like a lit torch.

And then, he jolted in his seat, his knees audibly hitting the bottom of the table, as you bluntly gripped his cock, prompting pressure from your fist. Most eyes, except Clint’s snoopy lids, flickered over to him, Tony frowning at the interruption to his fathomable rant. The inventor crossed his arms, sternly glaring towards Bucky, and the man’s stunned, gaping expression.

“You got something to say Barnes?” Stark was really making Bucky feel like he was put on the spot, more so considering what was going on beneath the surface of the conference table. You were running your malevolent palm over his forming bulge, coaxing a tightness within his chest.

“I - Uh, no.” He bit his lip, inwardly groaning in silent agony as you expertly undid his belt, reaching in to find that he had gone commando. Bucky wasn’t sure if he regretted it or not, but he sure enjoyed the way that you massaged his length with your cursive wrist movements, wrapping your fist around his girth, and slowly but surely moving your hand up and down his vein designed length.

As you swiped your thumb over his tip, rolling it around the sensitive head, dipping the pad of it into his slit, the head upon his shoulders rotating back, as his shoulders tensed. He could feel his shoulders tense, as he lightly bucked his hips up into your grip, all whilst Tony was blatantly looking down at where he was seated.

“Really, because it looks like you want to choose your bestie’s side on this one.” A snort erupted from your mouth, as Bucky could not help but roll his eyes at the sensation of pleasure that was concerning his lower half, though, Iron Man assumed that it was for him, leaving him to huff at the former assassin.

“What’d you want to do?” Tony reprimanded him, watching as Steve shook his head at his constant concern of opinion. “Come on Barnes, tell us.” A snicker fell from your mouth, causing your boyfriend to frown at you, hoping for some uphold within the situation.

“Yeah James, what do you want to do?” You asked him in a teasing manner, watching as his head rocked all on its own, swaying from the cloudiness fogging the inside of it. “Say Buck, or else it won’t happen.” Bucky gulped, before muttering something inaudible. “Say it louder Buck, so we can all hear.”

This time, his groan rattled in the air, awakening Clint from his half slumber, and making Nat tilt her head at your devilish expression as you smiled amusedly towards your partner. “Want to cum.” And that was when it all clicked for everyone what was really going on.

Expressions of disgust filled the room, as Steve raked his hands through his blonde hair, soon realising that his argument with Tony was no longer worth remaining in the room. “Fuck sake Buck.” With that, the super soldier walked out, leaning Tony to call out and follow after him, “language!”

“Wait, what’s going on?” Peter asked innocently, gathering all that he needed before following after his mentor, making you feel better about the entire predicament once the kid left.

“Coffee machine doesn’t work anyway.” Nat smirked towards your focused expression, strutting out of the room with her unfortunately empty mug, abandoning Clint who had planted his face upon the desk, and began to snore.

Though, that didn’t seem to phase you, instead, Bucky puffed his cheeks as you ran your hand over him faster, causing wet slapping noises to echo from under the conference table. “I’m gonna cum doll, gonna cum. Shit!”

He began to rut his hips upwards again, feeling his ball tighten just before he spilled over your hand, as you gave him a couple more strokes until he emptied, satisfied and relieved when you dismissed your hand, and brought it out from beneath the table.

His hazy eyes squinted as he saw that your palm was painted in his seed, moaning from the sight alone as you raised your hand towards your mouth, using your tongue to clean his slaty essence from your own skin. “Yummy.” You grinned, as Buck leaned back into his seat, feeling spent.

You continued tasting him from your fingers as he clumsily tried and failed to tuck himself back into his pants. His hands flailed, and once you were cleansed of his cum, swallowing it all, you aided him in his self decency struggle, helping him stand as he continued to feel mind blown.

“Should we just leave him there?” Bucky ask in regards to Clint, as the two of you began to leave the room. The archer was still asleep, and drooling upon the top of the table, and as Bucky looked back at him, you dragged him away.

“Unless you want to bring him back to our room, and let him watch the thing that you like so much...” you bit your lips fluttering your eyelashes as Bucky frowned, feeling much more stable as he picked you up and tossed you over your shoulder, carrying you towards your shared bedroom to continue your associations in privacy.

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sly-merlin · 3 years

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You look hot in maroon

Characters : ceo! yuta + head designer fiancé reader

Words:1.6k

Genre: fluff, romance, smut

Smut warnings: office sex, teasing(lots of), dom!yuta, dom!reader(tongue kiss dominancy), unprotected sex(no need to be so pro irl).

Music :alone with you- ashlee (it’s h o t like in H O T)

A/n : happy birthday Amira darling. Here’s spicy yuta for you. (how does it feel to be of the same age as jaehyun and having more brain cells the fraty would ever have!) @aiyu-ssn

Beta read by @ncteaxhoe agr tum na hote toh kyaa hota humara inni!!

If living with yuta was an arduous task then working with him was undoubtedly insufferable. The man knew no manners and just loved crossing all the boundaries of an employee-employer relationship.

Just like right now. Moving away from the presentation, you modelled towards the center table where all the board directors sat. When yuta had promised you that he’d help you in your first presentation, you had assumed he was going to make sure nobody went hard on you or maybe politely correct your mistakes saving you from embarrassment but never once in his talk had you heard the mention of a foot.

The naked foot that he was brushing against your ankle whenever you travelled back to the table for adding a new edit another director suggested. If their interruptions were not annoying enough, yuta had joined them too, he just forgot he wasn’t at home.

You were concentrating on your backlit keyboard when you felt it again.your breath hitched and you inhaled sharply as yuta’s naked feet fondled with the straps of your heels, the mischievous act covered by the large table. Your eyes floated over the management team to examine their judging stares but it looked like the air around them didn't let them smell past their envy for your new promotion. Glancing away from them, you tried to step away from yuta but before you could do so, the digits of his foot teasingly journeyed up your loose pants, gently caressing against the side of your calf. Furiously clicking your finger on the laptop, you somehow managed to free yourself from him but just when you turned, something tugged on your pants making you freeze on the spot.

“Let’s hurry up ms.l/n. We need to start on the second presentation as well.”

Your shoulders tensed up immediately as you caught yuta’s professional gaze through your peripheral vision.

“Yes ms. Y/n. We have to decide the new interior as well.” he said plainly but you grasped the smirk humming in those words. Rolling your eyes, you dropped the monitor controller onto the floor, the resounding noise securing you looks of disapproval but you couldn’t care any less about them.

Muttering an apology, you crouched down and instead of picking up the controller, you pleadingly joined your hands, knowing yuta was the only one in your view, hoping for some mercy from him. a cough was heard and he retracted his feet and rolled his chair under the table..

“let's finish this. I’m feeling hungry”

Shaking your head, you composed yourself before explaining the remaining presentation.

“What the fuck were you doing there yuta?” slamming the office door shut, you whisper screamed.

With an intoxicate smile, he met you halfway and wrapping his arms around your waist, he dipped you, stealing a kiss.

“you look so hot in maroon, baby. You did great today.”

Pushing him away, crossing your arms, you sternly asked him,

“bitch you almost sabotaged my first presentation. Everyone must be questioning your decision of promoting me! They already thought you were favouring me because I’m yo-

“because you are the love of my life? Let them be. Had they worked any harder, they would have been standing in your position but alas!”

picking on your lower lip, you averted your eyes, hiding the effect his words always had on you.

“what was the need to annoy me though? why do you have to be so reckless all the time?”

“You were so tense baby! I was just trying to ease your nerves.” gasping, he continued, “and look at your ungrateful ass! Why do you always treat me like I mean nothing to you.”

“tsk tsk. So sad yuta! I’m ungrateful? Fine bitch.” Winking and blowing him a kiss, you backed him, dismissing his hand reaching out for you. “take your words back if you want to enter the bedroom tonight or you can say goodbye to your dinner!"

"Fine." He said, matching your backwards steps with his further ones. "But can i have my lunch at least?"

You were familiar with that particular sparkle in his eyes. Roguish one.

One stride back and he had you detained against the door. His fingers played with your jaw, his other hand fumbled with the door locks and his lust filled eyes wandered over your whole face, locking your stare. Just when his both hands found the curves of your waist and he leaped in, your palm met his lips in a soft smack.

“ouch! Is your lunch yummy boss?” you giggled. In an instant, he pinned your arm against your waist, hovering right above his zipper.

“stop playing baby. We don’t have too much time to spare.”

Finally diving in, he bit your upper lip earning a satisfactory whine from you. his grip on your hand loosened when he lost himself in your wine coloured lips, leaving you with the hard decision of finding a new home to position them. as much as you wanted to palm his hardening dick, your fingers mechanically gripped the back of his hair in a tightening hold.

Lips dancing harmoniously, you both forgot about the world that resided just outside the door. Your tongue praised the edge of his moisturised lip just the way he loved it and the sinful smile that you felt reassured you of your ministrations. He let you slide your tongue in and his body squirmed with yours when he tried to trap you impossibly closer in his arms. The fact that he was a sucker for your domineering kisses needed no evidence. The deep groans that met your ear were inebriating as he readily reduced himself to a plaything for your lips. a mean chuckle boomed and you pushed your tongue into his mouth leaving no space for breathing.

Your chest shamelessly heaved up and down as you slowly pulled your tongue out while ravishing all of him, finally stopping at his lips and giving his fuller lips an open mouth kiss, apologising for ignoring them earlier. Plucking away, you both inhaled each other for a few more seconds before he susurrated,

“fuck y/n. nobody can kiss like you”

His complement flattened you. Attaching your lips to his, you pushed him slightly and taking the hint without much telling, he let you shove him back towards his desk. And that's when you knew you had to stop.

He removed your blazer and worked on your shirt, you unzipped his crisp white pants. Soon, your nails were drawing meaningful circles on his naked torso as he stared at your lingerie with a hungry gaze. Hurriedly placing his laptop aside, the only device resting on his table, he had lain you on the wide desk. He placed your one heeled foot on the wheeling chair and wrapped the other around his clothed waist for your comfort.

"Don't want me to ride the shit out of you pretty boy?" Teasingly, you queried as your hand touched just the waistband of his underwear.

"That's for dinner darling." With that, his plump lips latched themselves into your sensitive neck. Your moans got louder as you felt the wetness of his mouthed kisses around your collarbones. Eager for some release, you jerked yourself forward in hope of finding some touch but the only thing you got was a cruel chortle.

"Just a minute baby."

And the very next second, his dick was aligned to your opened entrance. Perhaps he had realised the demand of the situation you were both in. Or he was just dying to relish. As he thrusted in, the chair rolled a bit to the left stretching your thighs more than you would have liked but yuta's hold kept you in place. He slowly pulled out once only to toss himself in again. His leisurely pace was painful and you cried out for him to go faster. Leaning in, he groaned in your ear before sucking harshly at the ample of your breast. The lacy bra did nothing but drove him crazy for your raw side.

"Touch yourself"

And you did. Your fingers were fondling with your clothed breasts when the view provoked him into finishing faster than he had intended. He fluidly entered, penetrating your hole at a pace you would never get used to and your body shivered under him as sighs of content and help escaped your throat.

"No one's prettier than my baby."

His own groans, mingled with your desperate ones, permeated the room with sounds of love and lust. After a few more deep and violent pushes, he filled you up with his cum but that didn't stop him for the unselfish lover he was, he moved his sensitive dick into you once again making you scream his name in pleasure.

"Fuck yuta!" Your back arched and your thighs shook under the weight of his delicate fingertips and hammering cock, and soon you laid undone under him, spilling your juices onto the edges of his Mahogany desk. Eyes closed, you let your hands finally rest on your stomach, legs waiting to be put down, heart beating like it was your first encounter with your lover. Maybe it was just yuta. You were always attached to each other yet always had so much to share.

"Am i forgiven madam?" He breathed near your ear.

"You are a bitch yuta." You jested.

"Only for you."

"Liar."

"That too only for you baby!"

And you both forgot about the army of directors that stood outside for approvals,left there with unsigned papers and something unwarranted in their pants.

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elisaphoenix13 · 3 years

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Road Trip (Ch.2)

All it took was one sign. One sign to get his kids to talk over each other and beg Tony to take the next exit to the county festival and that's what he did. What was the sign? The top part of a ferris wheel. That he didn't even see until he drove another mile. The excitement was so contagious that even Lucy squealed happily and Tony really had no choice after that. It was a good excuse to get out of the car and spend some time doing something else besides getting uncomfortable in a cramped car.

He just knew the kids would be getting back in the car later with too much sugar in their systems. Tony doubted Stephen would stop them as long as they didn't consume enough to give themselves stomach aches. The second he parked, the older kids started unbuckling and climbing out of the car to stretch and let Athena out.

"Hey, hey, it's not going anywhere you guys." Tony says as he turns off the car.

"It's not that." Thomas makes a face.

"I think Lucy got a little too excited." Cassie laughs and Tony sniffs.

Oh yeah. The car didn't smell like that five minutes ago.

"Oh dolcezza. You are your mother's daughter." Tony sighs.

"Excuse you?!" Stephen says as the kids cackle.

"You know I'm kidding. I'll change her." Tony laughs as he gets out of the car and walks around to join the kids at the side door.

"You wouldn't have had a choice." Stephen grumbles, getting out and taking the wallet Tony hands over to him. "I'll go buy the tickets."

As Stephen walks away, Athena dutifully follows him, and Tony digs Lucy out of her car seat after laying down the portable changing pad on the floor of the car. Diana and Valerie had climbed out beforehand and went to stand with either Cassie or William and from what he could catch from Diana's excited rambling, she already had plans on what she wanted to do. The kids would probably split up a little but he knew Diana and Valerie would be safely supervised so he wasn't worried about losing any kids. Tony was still a little surprised that Valerie was okay with the idea of staying with William, but it was good. Her attachment to the younger twin was (very) slowly helping her not rely on Stephen's presence which would be extremely helpful when she was old enough for school.

Tony had a feeling Diana and Val would eventually be pawned off on Tony and Stephen so the teens could do their own thing without having to worry.

"Okay, Lulu." Tony says as he picks up the freshly diapered infant and holds her against his shoulder. "Let's go find a trash can to dispose of your biological warfare."

"There's one by the entrance." Stephen says as he approaches them again and holds out the tickets and some money for each of them. "Don't give yourself stomach aches and keep an eye on your sisters. We'll get together for lunch around 2."

"Thanks Mom!" Harley says and the kids grab their tickets.

All except Valerie who looked confused when Stephen didn't have one for her.

"You don't need one darling." Stephen says with a smile. "You get to go in for free. Are you going to be with William?"

"Yes Mama."

"Okay. Be good for him."

"She always is." William says and picks up the toddler. "Come on. We'll go see if they have face painting."

Tony chuckles as the kids take off, shouldering the diaper bag before closing and locking up the car. He and Stephen head for the entrance as well, and only then does he notice Athena with her service vest on. Probably a good idea. It was unlikely pets were allowed, but they weren't going to leave her in the car, so the vest would let her in with no questions asked. She was legally licensed as a service animal anyway. With how much their family had gone through, anxiety and PTSD were unfortunately a part of their lives. At the very least.

But they had a good handle on that so the worst case scenario would be that they really did lose a kid in the chaos, and Athena would be able to sniff them out.

"I need to dispose of the evidence." Tony reminds Stephen, and the sorcerer chuckles.

"Right over there." Stephen motions with his hand, and waits for Tony to come back before saying, "we probably should have all put some sunscreen on."

"I think there's some in the diaper bag. We'll snatch the kids as we see them and apply it with a mop."

Stephen snorts. "I think we should ban Lilo and Stitch for a while. There have been too many references."

"What are you talking about?" Tony asks.

"Stupid head, Pudge, applying sunscreen with a mop--" Stephen says while ticking off his fingers.

"Two of those were Diana." Tony points out.

Stephen chuckles as they walk through the front gates of the fair and they both kind of reel back from the amount of noise they walk into. Even with seven kids and living in New York, some things just couldn't fully prepare them for the variety of noises the fair had. Carnival rides, kids screaming, those people at the rigged games trying to attract a sucker out of their allowance...and it all fascinated Lucy. Well, her fascinated look consisted of looking over Tony's shoulder while drooling on it, but she was unbothered. Not even the sudden noises startled her. She did have six older siblings that were pretty noisy.

"Just a second." Stephen suddenly says and Tony rolls his eyes when the sorcerer seems to grab Thomas out of thin air. "Sunscreen please."

"I'm too fast to get sunburned." Thomas says.

"Did you get that idea from Pietro? That's not how it works." Stephen huffs and takes the diaper bag from Tony to place it on a nearby empty table and dig out the sunscreen.

A full thing of it to Tony's surprise. Though he probably shouldn't have been. Stephen was on top of things like that and it still amazed him that the sorcerer could keep up with that kind of stuff. Stephen really was a mom...or maybe his eidetic memory had a hand in it? Maybe both.

"Thank you." Stephen says once Thomas is finished. "Send your brothers and sisters our way if you see them."

"Okay, okay!" And Thomas was gone in a flash.

"You know, just last year, he and William would have cowered at the thought of sassing you." Tony says as he sits down at the table.

"I'm glad that's not the case anymore." Stephen says as he squirts some sunscreen into his hands, then starts applying it to Lucy. "Can you get her hat out of the bag?"

"Yup."

Tony grabs the bag, doing his best to dig through it with one hand, and finally gets his hand on a yellow sun hat with bears. He immediately places it on Lucy's head and helps rub in the rest of the sunscreen on her face.

"I don't remember buying the hat."

"That's because it's from Pepper." Stephen says.

"When did she give it to us?" Tony asks, kissing Lucy's cheek when she's properly protected from harmful sun rays.

"I think you were in the lab with Thomas figuring out something with his suit."

"Oh yeah."

It took a little while, but they eventually got a hold of all of their kids to apply the needed sunscreen, William and Valerie surprisingly being the last. As William promised, they had found a face painting stand and now the little girl's cheek had a group of stars on it. William even helped carefully apply the sunscreen so it wouldn't ruin the paint but she would still be protected, and then they were off again. It really made Tony and Stephen happy to see a teenager willing to spend time with a two year old for so long. But then again, Valerie was almost always so well behaved and adored William almost as much as her mother. Tony wondered if Lucy would follow one if the older kids like a duckling when she was a little older too.

"Tony!" Stephen exclaims. "Don't give her that!"

Tony looks at Stephen and smiles. He had gotten up to buy some cotton candy and came back, giving Lucy a tiny piece. No bigger than the nail on his pinky finger. Of course she loved it and opened her mouth for more…and of course Tony obliged her.

"It won't hurt her. It'll dissolve and I'm not giving her anymore." Tony brushes him off and holds out the cotton candy to Stephen.

"What are we going to do about lunch?" The sorcerer sighs.

"Uh... the closest thing to healthy I've seen were burgers or corn dogs." Tony replies, looking around.

Stephen grimaces. "Not the greatest choices but the kids won't want to leave to find a diner."

Tony snorts. "They'll be fine."

"Hey, Mom!" Peter walks over with an enormous teddy bear and sets it on the bench next to Stephen, with Cassie and Diana close behind. "Got you something."

"Are you taking lessons from your father? I heard about the rabbit from Pepper." Stephen rolls his eyes.

"I'm kidding. Lucy can have it." Peter laughs and leans over the table to grab the baby's foot. "She doesn't have one yet right?"

"If that thing falls in her, we'll never find her." Tony says as the other four kids finally join them, and he hands his wallet to Peter. "Hamburgers or corn dogs. That's what you guys have to choose from."

"Hamburger." All of the kids say in unison and Peter shrugs.

"Makes that easier for me."

He kisses Cassie's cheek as he turns and grabs Thomas's wrist to drag him along to help, and the rest of them sit down and wait once Harley and Cassie pull a second picnic table closer. Peter knew how everyone liked their burger so their lunch arrived pretty quickly without Thomas running it over. Both boys came back with their arms full of burgers and then made a second trip to bring cups of lemonade for everyone. They ate their lunch with loud conversation to be heard over the noise of the fair, and then when they were finished, the older kids (sans Thomas) took off again to do their own thing. Diana was content to hit the games with Thomas for a little while, and Valerie was happy to stay with her parents and sister.

"You've got some ketchup." Stephen mumbles and wipes Valerie's cheek with a napkin. The unpainted one. "How's your hamburger?"

"Yummy."

"Did you have fun with William?"

"Uh-huh. Took me up there!" She points at the ferris wheel.

Stephen and Tony smile as the sorcerer digs out Athena's bowl and places it on the ground before filling it up with some water Harley had gotten from a food stand before he left with William. Of course they had fed her too, but Stephen had to discreetly retrieve her meal through one of his gateways since there wasn't a good chance of finding some decent meat at the fair. Stephen sort of spoiled his wolf.

"We'll give them a couple more hours to enjoy the fair before we hit the road." Tony says. "We need to find a place to stay the night."

"There's a hotel in town. We can let the kids stay until they're either ready to go or it starts to get dark." Stephen says.

"It'll give them time to digest all the crap they ate today, I guess." Tony nods. "Works for me."

"Maybe we'll find somewhere decent to eat for dinner. Some place that sells salad." Stephen says and Tony laughs.

"Sweating grease over there Duchess?"

"I feel disgusting."

"You get first dibs on the shower." Tony cackles. "No matter how many rooms we end up with."

"Watching the kids eat those hamburgers…" Stephen rubs his eyes. "I need to eat five salads."

"Might as well get one of those deep fried Snickers bars then."

"They have that and you're telling me now?!"

Tony laughs again when Stephen gets up from the picnic bench to go searching for a stand that made his chocolate treat. They were at the fair so it only made sense to join in on eating ridiculous amounts of junk that would possibly clog their arteries and make up for it later with salad for dinner.

"Get me one too!" Tony calls after him.

#stephen strange #ironstrange #supremefamily #tony stark #mama bear stephen strange #mama bear au

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thetorturerwrites · 4 years

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Sleep: A Sackler One-Shot

Summary: You’re not sleeping. Adam wants to help. The only way he knows how.

A/N: 18+ only. It’s Adam Sackler – that’s the warning. Ha! (Smut. I’m saying its smut.)

Word Count: 4500+

Days. It had been days since you had slept. Everything was starting to blur together because your mind just wouldn’t shut off.

It started, of course, with the slightly manic, sugar-coated Saturday that was your group of friends. None of you were the clubbing kind. So, you would routinely be found in someone’s living room, basement, bedroom drinking together, eating together, creating together. When you all came together like that, it was magic. And Saturday night had been magic. The gathering had been at your place this time. It was you, all of your friends, and Adam. Tall, dark, sex on a stick Adam.

Adam had moved in about three months ago. The place he lived in before was bought out and all the residents purged so the building could be torn down. He said that he’d used it as an excuse to get a bit away from the heart of the city, and he’d moved in with you after Ray mentioned he knew you and you were looking for a roommate. When asked about why he was looking for a new place, you’d gotten the watered-down gist. Something something Hannah. Something something Jessa. Something something drama. You’d damn near said no because of the something something drama, but he looked earnest when he said he was done with it and wanted to find a calm space. You had calm space to offer; and so, in he moved.

You caught him watching you a lot that night as you flitted from friend to friend in your shared home. He brought you a drink once or twice when you’d been carrying around an empty glass without noticing, but you were too high on the vibe, the magic, to notice the way his honey-brown eyes always followed you wherever you went or the way he made sure he knew where you were.

Once, he caught you in a quiet moment in the kitchen and moved to stand opposite you, filling your glass with water this time just to take a break from the booze. You smiled your thanks at him, happy for the moment of silence and stillness, but pushed off the counter when you heard your name again. But he wasn’t going to let the moment go by and moved to cage you there, arms on either side of you, large body bent slightly to look you in the eye. His eyes dipped to your lips where he could smell the whiskey and then up to your colored cheeks.

“You’re a pretty drunk, you know that?”

You were about to say something, you were certain of it. You were willing your brain to fire up and get ready to hit him with something witty and sexy and adult. But your name was shouted again, and the bubble burst. That was Saturday.

And so, it wasn’t surprising to you that Sunday was an up day, a productive day, a great, shining day because you were still flying so fucking high. But you fully expected to crash Sunday night after the house was clean, the laundry done, lunch with your best girl, dinner with your parents, two dog walks, and a flurry of this, that, and the other in between. Your body should have been done. And yet, Monday came with maybe an hour of sleep under your belt.

It was now Friday.

The first day, you’d been annoyed, but this wasn’t your first rodeo, and you knew it was only a matter of time. The second day, annoyance turned to irritation; and the third day, you were fucking angry. What the fuck was happening. Thursday was a blur of exhaustion and emotion because you always got emotional when you were tired and it had been DAYS at this point. Never more than two hours of sleep at a time and just fucking awake for no reason. So, you’d begun going through your insomnia arsenal.

Friday found you called off from work, wrapped in too many blankets on the couch, and the heels of your hands pressed as far into your eye sockets as they could go to stop the tears that were forming. You sat going over the list of things you’d tried to get to sleep AGAIN to try to figure out the right configuration that would work. You’d tried (in no particular order)…

-Hot shower -Tea -Tylenol PM -Masturbation -Hot shower + tea -Tea + Tylenol PM x 4 (nobody fucking takes only one) -Hot shower + masturbation -All of the above in one night

None of it had worked, and here you were practically weeping on your couch because you were so utterly exhausted when Adam crashed through the door, loud and cursing like he usually was. You curled in on yourself just a little bit more hoping he wouldn’t notice you and would just go away.

“What’s up, kid?” He greeted while dumping himself onto the couch by you. When you didn’t reply immediately, he reached over and nudged you. “Hey… ” he said, nudging you again. Two more pokes to your shoulder had you snarling and unbundling your head from the mini fort.

“WHAT ADAM. WHAT DO YOU WANT.”

Your outburst didn’t seem to rattle him, and he gave your shoulder one more nudge with an up tilt of his mouth.

“Y'ok there? You look like death.”

Heaving what probably liked like a dramatic sigh, but was actually just Herculean effort to not burst into tears again, you dropped your head in your hands once more and muttered…

“I haven’t slept all week, I’m exhausted, and I can’t banter with you today, ok?” Because normally, the banter was fun. He made you think with his quips and humor. And you loved making him laugh because it seemed like he didn’t do it enough. But today was a leave-me-the-fuck-alone day. Adam, however, did not get the memo.

“Have you tried…”

“NO,” you nearly shouted, “DO NOT ASK ME if I tried tea or a shower or what the fuck ever. Because I did. More than once and I sincerely doubt that you’ve got any new ideas to cure insomnia.”

He smirked at you but didn’t say anything else. You watched as he leaned forward to unlace his boots. Canting your head slightly, you let your gaze trail to the strong arms, biceps working, and the black t-shirt that sat tight across his chest. But for you, it was two things in particular - his height and his hands. You always had a thing for hands because a good-sized hand could do so many things – Lift, hold, squeeze, choke. All yummy and delectable things. You also had a thing for tall people because on one hand, it made you feel safe; and on the other, being able to reach literally anything in the world was attractive. You weren’t extremely short, but tall came with bonus points in your book. So, there you were daydreaming about Adam and his tallness and hands when he finally spoke and shook you from your reverie.

“You know…they say sex is good for insomnia.” He was the one watching you now having shucked shoes and socks and leant back into the couch. His gaze roamed you over, and you shrank further into your fort because, though you did shower and brush your teeth, you were certain that you did not paint a pretty picture.

“I’m not having sex with you, Adam. Besides…” You could not have helped the snort that came from your face for all the money in the world, and it came with a side of snarky eye roll, too. “I’ve already tried it.”

His brow quirked, but he didn’t look away. Rather, he let his gaze rove down the bare shoulder, the only bit of you he could see, for a moment before speaking again.

“You haven’t had anybody here in weeks. And you’ve been wearing that same sweater since Tuesday.” Fuck. It was true, but you didn’t think he paid much attention to your comings and goings. AND ALSO, you definitely didn’t think he paid attention to what you wore. Apparently, he did.

“No, but I did try to get off, and it’s the same thing. And it didn’t work and so here I am being badgered by you about the state of my sex life.” With the grumpiest face you could muster, you flopped against the side of the couch and pulled the blanket over your head.

“Just go away, Adam. Leave me to my insomnia and insanity in peace. I promise I will bequeath the apartment to you when I expire.” And the Oscar for best actress goes to….

But your dramatics were cut short when you felt your entire fort being lifted from the couch, and the squeak that broke from your throat was decidedly less than composed, and you bristled at the noise. Who the fuck squeaks.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Just as quickly, you were deposited on the end of your bed and shot to your feet with a glower.

“Come on, kid. I don’t like seeing you like this because its literally fucking pathetic. So, let me help you. I swear I will keep all of my clothes on, and I will not fuck you. Well…" he paused and let his gaze trail from your head to your toes and back again before finishing, “mostly.”

“You…,” granted, your brain was sleep deprived and fuzzy, but this was something out of a porn movie, wasn’t it? “You…want to help me sleep…by sort of fucking me?” What. What was even happening. Was this real life? And then, he laughed. He fucking laughed. Hand on the stomach, head tilted back laughed. That was it. Murdering him was your only option now.

“I want to help you sleep by helping you get off. Orgasms you have to give yourself are still work. Just let me give this to you.”

Apparently, you’d already begun this bizarre experiment because he reached up to pull the clip from your hair and toss it over his shoulder to be lost somewhere in the room. Your mouth opened to chastise him, but he plowed forward before you could formulate the words.

“I told you. I’m gonna stay just like this, and you’re gonna feel better.” You were still contemplating - because sleepless brain = slow as fuck - when he pulled the heavy white sweater over your head and off your arms.

“I’m going to burn this sweater, by the way.”

He balled it into a rumpled mess and threw it clean out of the door and into the hallway. He was serious about that sweater. Again, you opened your mouth to object, but he was now working on your leggings. He nudged your feet to get you to lift one and then the other, and they, too, were tossed over his shoulder. In the span of minutes, you had been rooted from your fort, undressed, and were now standing in front of your dangerously handsome roommate in nothing but your favorite blue tank top and black boy-short panties.

“I’ve been wondering what you kept under those ugly, baggy sweaters,” he murmured while not being shy at all about the way his gaze traveled you over.

“Look. Adam.” Reaching up again, you pressed your fingers into your eyes and just took a breath because this was stupid, right? Adam was manipulating you by weaponizing your exhaustion, and you weren’t going to stand for it. You were hardly going to stand for standing.

“This is a bad idea, ok? This isn’t going to work, and I think you sh–” Christ on a cracker what was that? He had cut off your objections by sliding all ten digits into your hair and against your scalp. The large fingers attached to those very large, very strong hands splayed out all around your head. And THEN, he started to rub and scratch at your scalp.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” The curse-groan that came from you was definitely unladylike but sweet Jesus did that feel good. Your head dropped forward against his chest, and you felt the reverberation of his soft chuckle against your forehead. Instinctively, both of your hands came up to rest on his hips because he was messing with your equilibrium but god did you hope he wasn’t going to stop.

“Better?“, he asked with his voice a bit softer than before, and you nodded against his chest again without saying anything just in case your voice would break the spell. Your pity party began to puddle away – no, that was YOU turning into a puddle under that heavenly scalp massage. He was looking down at you now, where you rested your head against him, and he cleared his throat as quietly as he could.

You tried to lift your head to retort, but he shushed you and just kept right on going with those magic fingers. Each drag of his nails against your scalp elicited a happy groan or moan that made his fingers tighten or flex momentarily, every noise provoking a physical response. His hands moved down from your scalp to wrap around your shoulders and start kneading, and you moaned. Loud. No fucks given.

“Jesus Christ, Adam, please do not stop doing that.”

Adam’s large, wonderful, dexterous hands massaged your shoulders first, then deltoids, then upper back, then rib cage, and you wobbled and teetered depending on where his hands were. You were pliant under his ministrations, and you swore you could hear him muttering something under his breath. Finally, you tipped your head back from his chest and unscrewed one shut eye to look at him.

“Hi,” you said. That was it. That was the best your brain could do. He smirked down at you, tilting his head back in amusement.

“Hey, kid. Get up on the bed before you fall over.” He laughed. He was laughing at you. Again.

You contemplated it for a moment while staring up at him and his long eyelashes. Was he always this attractive, you wondered. Yes, yes he was. But now what? So far, he’d been true to his word, but you couldn’t be sure that he would in the long run. Maybe you were relaxed enough now. Maybe the massage was enough. Maybe you didn’t have to potentially wreck your roommate relationship by whatever it was he was planning to do. But he could, apparently, read it on your face that your brain had started whirring again because he lifted you once more and unceremoniously threw you on the bed. You hadn’t even finished yelping from the surprise of it when he was crawling up in the bed beside you and arranging you on your back. He slid your now very-relaxed arms upwards so they crooked on either side of your head.

“Trust me, ok? Try.”

You didn’t trust him. It hadn’t been long enough, but you were so, so tired. Your brow furrowed again, and you bit into the plump of your bottom lip. He nudged the side of your chin with his nose, and you knew the anxiety crossing your face was clear, you just knew it. Your brain was kicking up again. Fast, fast, too fast. Sliding up beside you, Adam nudged one of his knees in between your legs, and you jumped.

“Adam, I…”

He hushed you yet again, but still gently, and dropped a hand on your stomach, fingers sliding to the side and down until it curled over your hip. His face found the space between ear and shoulder, and those full lips found purchase there. He murmured something against your flushing skin, but you had no clue what it was because that spot, right there, was fantastic. His lips trailed up to the lobe of your ear and then back down again, raising goose flesh in their wake. You sighed against him, a satisfied, almost eager sigh. You tilted your head slightly to the side to give him more room to explore that valley, and he took the invitation raining kisses on the skin that soon gave way to his tongue and finally teeth. You hiccuped at the feel of teeth on skin. You knew he was a fan of marking and bruising - his calling card to the world. “Adam was here.” It almost made you laugh.

Finally, Jesus Christ, finally, you began to relax against him. The stiffness from your aching arms and legs began to recede, and tears sprang to your eyes at how fucking amazing it felt to not have that tightness in your shoulders, your back. Both hands dropped down from where he’d set them to fall on Adam’s shoulders, hips shifted against him and tilted - a decidedly languid undulation matched with a contented sound through parted lips. He glanced up at you then, eyes raking over your flushing skin, watching your lashes flutter open at his pause. The slight dig of your nails into his shoulders drew a thrust from his stuttering hips before he could reign it in. He could not, however, stop the things coming out of his mouth.

“You’re doing so fucking good, kid. Doesn’t that feel better? Told you I was going to take care of you.” All you could do was nod. Yes, it does feel better. Yes, he was taking care of you. But your brow furrowed again because the ache was shifting from arms and legs into your center. The core of you began to throb in time with your heartbeat, and that ache was torturous.

“Adam…” You breathed it out, something of a plea, and he lifted his head to look at you, groaning softly at the look of wanting found there.

“I know. Just let me…” His voice trailed off, and he began to scoot around you – propping himself up on this side, coming up to his knees for balance, both legs caging one of yours to keep it apart from the other. When he had you just the way he wanted, he leaned forward - the bulk of his weight up on the arm so he could look down at you, your face, the length of your body. And look he did. You watched him, through your lashes, as he stared down at you. Canting his head to one side so he could look all the way to your toes.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured - more to himself but loud enough for you to hear. And then, he began to move again, heaving a satisfied hum that you could feel vibrate through his chest.

“Ah sshhhit!” The surprised cry broke from you as two large fingers slid up and down against your labia, the friction from your panties just enough to drag. Instinctively, your uncaged knee drew up slightly, the ball of your foot finding ground in the blanket to give you a bit of leverage to lift your hip - granting more access to the lower parts of you and eliciting an appreciative sound from the looming figure above you. A few passes in, that enticingly long middle finger slipped between the two labia to rub from the tight bundle of nerves hidden there to the slick entrance of your core. When you began to lift your hips to meet his strokes, he cursed.

“These need to go right fucking now,” he muttered and sat up on his knees to peel away the offending panties and toss them away. He turned back to you and just stared. In another life, you’d have shied away from his gaze because there you were naked under him, your breasts swollen high and tight from arousal with pebbled nipples straining the fabric of your shirt, bare legs parted, swelling cunt all on display, and all of you heaving with breath coming in short bursts. In this life, however, you were too lust-rattled and tired to think about how you might look. With no shame whatsoever, he reached into his pants to adjust himself, and you held your breath. He smirked that asshole smirk of his holding your gaze steady as he did it. Adam Sackler was a devious beast, you decided, but you couldn’t help yourself from licking your lips at the thought of it.

In a second, Adam dropped back down over you and buried his face into the crook of your neck again hiding whatever tortured faces he might be making. You didn’t have time to dwell on that notion, however, when you felt the pads of his fingers find the fount of your slick again. Your own self control wavered. With a gasp, your hips jolted forward against him again, and you began to rock upwards and down with each press and pass of his fingers. The sounds spilling out of you were uncontrolled, frenzied - particularly when he abandoned the long passes for short, tight circles on your clitoris. Your fingers curled into fists in his shirt, clutching the fabric as though it would help. When your hips began to buck and your head pressed back into the pillow, he lifted his head from the valley of your throat to watch you.

“Come on, kid. Quick and dirty this time. Cum for me.”

You nodded your head blindly, agreeing with him that fucking yes, you wanted to. It was right there and he was charging towards it for you. Bless this dirty, dirty man. Every part of you was clenched tightly, terribly tightly - eyes, fingers, toes, knees, hips, core. And then fucking yes, there it was. As the tightness in you exploded outwards, you came with a series of shouts that had him planting his free hand on your chest so he could feel them. He started to talk to you again, punctuated with his own arousal now, riding you through the orgasm the only way he could in this arrangement - with that filthy mouth.

“Look how fucking good you look.” He huffed, heaving a breath against you. “Bet you taste like candy.” You felt the vibration of his low, hungry groan. “Shit, you’re gonna fucking kill me.” He pressed his hand down into your chest just a bit more until your eyes opened and looked up at him. “Time for take two, yeah? Wanna make sure you sleep. Let me taste you.”

The delirium in your head made you question if he was saying those things out loud, and you certainly weren’t sure if that was you nodding your head, but his weight was gone from you so fast there was little doubt that it was definitely you who had agreed, and it was definitely him pushing your thighs apart wider.

Laying himself along the end of your bed, he traced the outline of your labia again with his finger. You looked down to see him gazing into your pussy, pearlescent from your arousal and orgasm. He treated himself first to the taste of your thighs, licking away the sweat and slick that was spotting the flesh and applying a trail of hungry bites to your center. When he finally - FUCKING FINALLY - lowered his mouth to your taste, he groaned loud. The reverberation of it against your already sensitive sex sent a shudder up your spine. Hungrily, he tasted all of you - labia, clit, slit outside and in - and you were never so grateful for a debauched man. His tongue circled and he sucked on your clit until you squirmed. He scooped up all of the slick collecting at your entrance and sucked it down like ice cream with a lascivious moan.

But then you moved, and that drew his eyes open and up along all of the curves of your body. He watched you as you shifted a bit, scooting your hips down closer to him. Both of your hands came down to thread into his hair, and you began to move his mouth against you, and Adam lost his fucking mind. He growled and moaned, digging fingertips into the flesh of your thigh as you brazenly showed him what you liked. You moved him, then, up and down, side to side, and he hummed hungrily with each thrust of your hips as you worked yourself on his mouth.

You were almost there. It was right fucking there, but your brow knit with frustration because you were chasing something that seemed elusive. A pained whimper broke loose from your chest, and you threw your head back against the pillow. Watching Adam devour your pussy should have been enough because, good god, he was beautiful between your thighs. And the hungry look he gave you when you began to manipulate him made your insides pool that much hotter. But still you chased, frustrated, until finally, one of those large hands came to push one leg higher up. On the heels of that came two long fingers sliding into your heat, and your chest shot up off of the bed like you had been electrocuted. A shouted curse broke loose from you as those fingers began to move, pumping in and out, curling to drag against the spongy spot inside. Your trembling fingers curled harder into his hair, and your hips began to dance against him again. Rocking, rocking, rocking…

“Fuck, Adam!” Your chest arched upwards until the only parts of you touching the bed were head, shoulders, and hips – your pelvis punched down low and open for his thrusting fingers. That coil began to tighten again, and you trembled right at the edge of it. Teetering. Keening. Still chasing.

“Goddammit! Say something!”

And oh, thankfuckinggod, he moaned into your cunt, and the vibration of it ricocheted through you and shot you like a slingshot. The force of your orgasm shook your legs, your hips rolled and bucked, and you cried out hoarsely. The new surge of hot and wet that met his lips had Adam reeling a series of hungry, sloppy moans alongside yours. He chased every drop, every taste of it until you’d rode him through the high and had begun to collapse against the bed.

Happy, contented sounds rumbled through your body and you patted his head affectionately - that was the only thing you were capable of currently.

With a chuckle, he crawled up the bed beside you and settled himself gingerly by your side. You watched him move, and your brow furrowed slightly. Did he hurt himself? Was it that bad? What the fuck, man! But before you could think of too many more scenarios, he captured your chin in his fingers and kissed you once, light but enough to impart his enjoyment of you. The tang of you now on your lips had you smacking them blissfully. Man wasn’t wrong. Tasted like candy.

“Don’t think. You’ve got me hard, painfully. Sleep.”

As he talked, he wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you close, settling your back against his chest so that he could bury his face in your hair. Pulling up the blanket around you both, he wrapped himself all around you and whispered into the back of your neck.

“Sweet dreams, kid.”

Because it had worked. And here you were – sweaty, sticky, sated. And fast, fast asleep.

#adam sackler #adam sackler x reader #adam driver #here we go #adam sackler x you #adam sackler/reader #adam sackler/you #adam sackler smut #girls fanfiction #adam driver fanfiction

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enamoured-x · 4 years

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Hi dear, could you write 41, 51, 80 and 85 smut with Rio, (not necessarily in that order) please?

I couldn’t fit the last prompt to what I had in mind and this just took on a life of its own. Hope you don’t mind! This was just plain filthy... Enjoy!! ;) (gif not mine)

Warnings: NSFW

You’d be lying if you said Rio’s punishments for you didn’t excite you. Sure there were times where you weren’t able to cum or times where he wouldn’t even touch you. But then there were times like now. You were currently on your way home with Rio from a party. He was silently raging, white knuckling the steering wheel as he drove. All that rage directed towards you. You were practically soaking. You knew what you were doing when you decided to tease Rio at the party. Neither of you wanted to be there but you sucked it up and went for the sake of appearances. It was definitely not your typical house party, unless the typical house party had weed, alcohol, cocaine, and prostitutes. Rio had business and you convinced him to let you go. During the party, you had been trying to convince Rio to sneak off into one of the many rooms for some alone time. Usually he would drag you there himself before you could even ask but he was not having it tonight. He didn’t like anyone at the party and he firmly expressed that he would not appreciate one of them stumbling into the room and getting to see you on display, only he was allowed to see you like that, he had said. But you kept pushing and he kept denying you. He had even used his work tone with you, telling you to cut it out. Eventually you got bored when he started to talk to Mick about something, you excused yourself to the bathroom. You were barely even half way there when you were intercepted by a tall man. You had recognized him immediately, an old friend from college. You were both confused as to why the other was there but you let it go, giving him a hug and starting to catch up. Rio slipped your mind as your friend, Lucas, explained to you what he had been up to lately. You both talked for a good fifteen minutes. You were so engaged in conversation that you didn’t even realize he had thrown an arm around your shoulder as he talked. And out of reflex you placed your hand on his back. You laughed at something he said and then you were both interrupted by Rio. It was safe to say he was angry. Which was what led you to where you were now. He made it clear he didn’t appreciate you pushing him, didn’t like how you were being bratty, as he put it. And he also hated the way you let Lucas touch you like you were his.

When you finally got into the house he was quick to drag you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you over his lap. Your jeans were harshly yanked down along with your panties, but he made no move to move them further than just below your ass.

“You don’t like listening to daddy, do you?” He asked, hands now rubbing at your ass. You groaned, pressing your head against the couch.

“I do.” You whined.

“Then why the fuck don’t you ever do as your told, huh, mama?” He squeezed.

“I’m sorry.” Is all you could say. He chuckled low.

“Nah, it’s too late for that, baby girl. You’re going to take your punishment now.”

You wiggled on his lap knowing what was about to come. You were equally excited and scared, a thrilling combo that had you dripping.

“And I don’t want to hear a single sound coming out of those pretty lips. You hear me?” It was one thing to take the pain, but it was another thing to give up your reactions to it.

“But–” He landed a sharp slap to your ass.

“You make a sound and it’s game over. I won’t tell you again, and each time you make a sound we’re starting over. I can do this all night, baby.” You bit your lip and nodded. You could do it. You hoped. The second slap to your ass was hard but you made sure to choke down your moans. He continued his assault and you weren’t even sure what number he was on. All you knew was that you had to focus on your breathing and make sure you wouldn’t let out even the tiniest sound. It got harder the harsher the slaps were. He got to twenty when he finally said he was done.

“Took all twenty of them like a good little girl. Didn't even make one sound. Daddy’s proud.” He said and you preened at his praise. He rubbed your ass, trying to calm down the burn. But it was in full force and his hands were doing nothing for it. When he slid his hands lower, and his fingers met your clit, you whined out. Finally making a noise.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” It was true. You were sure you were practically dripping on his jean clad thigh. He rubbed through your folds gently, doing nothing more. When he finally slid a finger in you, you gasped and clutched the couch.

“What? Does that feel good?” He asked as he thrusted in one finger a few times before adding another.

“Yes, daddy. Feels so good.” He hummed at your words, adding a third finger. The sting in your ass mixed with the stretch of his fingers was pulling you closer to your first orgasm. But Rio withdrew his fingers. You cried out.

“Up.” He patted your ass and you hissed at the pain. You did as he said and stood up. You shoved your pants and panties down. Rio stood up and rid himself of his jeans and briefs. You helped tug off his shirt and he helped you with yours, and then unclipped your bra. You two stared each other down the whole time, not daring to let the other's gaze go. You liked this game he’d play with you. You liked taking your punishments and getting your reward. Hell, you liked taking your punishments even when there was no reward. You were a sucker to please.

“Sit.” He motioned to the couch and you sat down. He turned to stand in front of you, his length in front of your face. Hard and already leaking. You wanted to take him in your mouth but you kept still, waiting for his instructions.

“Go ahead, mama. Make me feel good.” You wasted no time in wrapping your hand around his length and licking the head. He hummed as you lapped up his precome and placed open mouth kisses to his tip.

“Fuck…” He groaned and then you took him down your throat. He wrapped his fingers through your hair, gently urging you to take more of him. His thrusts made you gag but he’d let you off him for a second before sliding right back in your mouth.

“That’s it, just like that.” He urged you. You lifted your other hand that wasn’t at the base of him, to caress his balls. He groaned at the touch and bucked into your mouth harshly, making you sputter.

He pulled your mouth off him and took himself into his hand. His strokes were fast and you could tell he was close. And as beautiful as he looked, as much as you’d like for him to come on you, you spoke up.

“Don’t ruin the sofa.”

He laughed through his moans and tugged your hair back so you could look up at him. He still fucked his fist, the tip of his member brushing against your lips.

“I’ll just have to come inside your mouth then.” He urged you forward, only enough to take the head inside your mouth. You suckled on it and he was coming undone. You swallowed his come as it coated your tongue. Humming around him at the taste and at the sight of him looking totally blissed out.

“Yummy.” You smirked as the words left your lips. His length twitched in his hands.

“I think you like being bad.” He said, smiling down at you.

“Only for you.” You leaned forward and licked a stripe up his dick.

“Fuck. You’re such a good girl. But,” he tilted your chin up.

“You’re not coming tonight.” Normally you’d protest at his words but tonight you didn’t care. Getting him off was a treat in itself and you found yourself willing to do anything to please him even if you didn’t gain anything from it.

“I understand.” He was surprised by your answer but he jolted when you took him in your hand, stroking him slowly. He was still half hard and you were ready to help him out some more.

“Want you to come in my mouth again.” Is all you said before taking him back in. He hissed but made no movement to stop you.

“Daddy’s good little girl.”

#rio x you #good girls rio #rio x reader #rio good girls

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settersloveletters · 4 years

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hello hellooo!! i literally love ur blog so mf much, can i pls request some yummy angst w a fluffy ending w tsukki and kenma 🥺? where their s/o feels jealous n insecure maybe about another girl and when they bring it up they end up having a huge fight ?

— you’re great; oneshot

a/n: okay,, i only wrote tsukki’s right now and i’ll get to kenma’s soon but i really wanted to post this tonight so i hope that’s okay >_< also idk how to write angst so i’m sorry if this doesn’t pull your heartstrings ;w;

oh i also started to write in proper grammar and not all lowercase ehehe

➳ request: s/o insecure abt another girl + angst + big fight with tsukki and kenma

➳ pairing: tsukishima x f!reader

➳ genre: angst, fluffy at the end

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ admin: kiri ♡

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

You continued to tap the top end of your pencil against your desk, leaning your head against the palm of your hand as you glared at the familiar blonde across the room. You and Tsukishima Kei had been an item for almost a year now, and you couldn’t be happier. That is, until your homeroom teacher assigned a project that required everyone to be in pairs.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Hitoka Yachi, your assignment partner and best friend, waved her hand in front of your face. “You’re gonna get wrinkles on your forehead if you keep glaring at Tsukishima-kun and Akari-san.”

“I am not glaring at them.” You scoff, leaning back against your chair and folding your arms over your chest.

“(Y/N) you shouldn’t be worried about anything,” Yachi responded, “Tsukishima-kun only has eyes for you.”

You blew your bangs out of your face in frustration as you turned towards the window. You knew that you shouldn’t be worrying over this trivial matter, but the fact that your boyfriend was spending most of his time with the most popular girl — also dubbed at the most prettiest — in your year bothered you.

“Doesn’t help that Kei’s partners with Akari-san.” You argue back. Akari Hana was the girl that every guy dreamed about. Smart, athletic, pretty. You were insecure enough. When you compare yourself to Akari you could find so many flaws in you and so many perfections in her. It didn’t help that your last boyfriend — which was back in junior high — broke up with you for a girl similar to Akari.

As the bell rang, signaling that school was over, you gathered your things into your school bag and was about to head over to Tsukki when you stopped. You watched as your boyfriend — without glancing at you — made his way out the class. Still talking to Akari. You purse your lips and gripped the strap of your bag.

It’s okay. You were fine.

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The rest of the week remained just like that. Tsukki only offering you good morning texts and a peck on the cheek when he sees you, before making his way to Akari. Again. Every time you tried to talk to, or approach Tsukki he would brush you off before he ran off to Ms. Popularity.

You told yourself that it was fine, and that they were only spending that much time together for the sake of the project. However you started to notice how much closer the two started to get. Every time you see either of them, the other is right beside them. Even as you went to the volleyball club’s practice after school, you stopped yourself from entering the gym as you saw Akari watching from the sides. You turned right around and went home. The only text you got from Tsukki was him asking where you were, to which you replied saying you weren’t feeling well.

[5:43] my little tsun-chan: hey why didn’t you come to practice today?

[5:50] you: i went home, wasn’t feeling well

[6:00] my little tsun-chan: dumbass, you gotta take better care of yourself

You tossed your phone to the side and pressed your face into your pillow. Kei you idiot.

Friday finally came around and you couldn’t be more relieved. Friday was the day you and Tsukki held your weekly movie nights. One of the days that left a special place in your heart. You smiled as you made your way to school, knowing that this was one day that Akari Hana couldn’t take Tsukki away.

“Oh sorry (Y/N),” Tsukki looked at you. You found him underneath a tree out in the school yard. You assumed that he was waiting for you, however that wasn’t the case. “Hana-san and I were gonna finish the assignment today.”

“But we always have movie nights Fridays.” You furrow your eyebrows. “We’ve never missed one unless you have a game.”

“Well yeah, but this is for school and Hana-san is busy over the weekend so we only have today to finish.” Tsukki pulled out his phone.

“Hana-san? Since when have you started calling her by her first name?”

“I forgot, but she’s the one who insisted and I didn’t really care.” Tsukki replied, not sparing you any glacé.

“You and Akari-san have gotten a lot closer huh?” You bite your lip, your throat starting to hurt.

“Well yeah, we’re partners of course.”

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with her too. We’ve barely talked to each other this whole week” You brought your gaze downwards, whispering the last sentence.

“(Y/N), don’t you think you’re overreacting?” Tsukki, rolled his eyes, finally looking at you.

“Is it my fault that I’m worried? Probably.” You bite your lip harder. “Akari-san’s amazing though. She’s pretty, smart, talented and athletic.”

“Yeah she’s all of those things. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

“Just great… That makes me feel better.” You laugh bitterly.

Just hearing Tsukki say stuff like it wasn’t a big deal, affected you a lot. You started to remember this exact scenario happening back in your last year of junior high. Where you confronted your current boyfriend at the time and asked him about a girl in your grade that all the guys fawned over. If you weren’t already insecure the words that he said raised the bar.

“She’s just amazing. From her face to her personality. But you’re great too (Y/N).”

But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N). But you’re great too (Y/N).

You could feel some tears welling up in your eyes as you remember that phrase, “You seem like you like Akari-san a lot.”

“What are you jealous?” He smirks.

“Do you think this is a joke?” You can see a figure out of the corner of your eye. Glancing towards the side you see Akari Hana walking out of the school doors looking around for Tsukki.

“Okay Hana-san and I need to finish our assignment. When you’ve gotten over your unnecessary jealousy, I’ll text you.” He started to walk towards Akari.

“You know what. I’m done Tsukishima.” You dig your nails into your hand. “If you think Akari is all that, you might as well go out with her.”

Tsukki turns around at your statement, “What? (Y/N) what are you even saying?” He touches your wrist.

“NO! Don’t touch me!” You yell, shrinking away from his touch. “Just go to Akari. I’m done Tsukishima.”

You turn away and run off to your house.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You spend your weekend locked up in your room, eating ice cream and chips while reading sad fanfiction to soothe your aching heart. Tsukki tried calling you after you ran home, and even sent multiple texts. But you just brushed it off, putting your phone on do not disturb as to not disrupt your reading.

When Sunday came around, your heart hurt just more than it had been. It was your one year anniversary with Tsukki. Or it would’ve been. You covered yourself with your blankets as you hugged your stuffed animal. You gave up reading on fanfics and decided to just lay there, staring off into space. You enjoyed the quietness.

“(Y/N)-CHAN!” Your bedroom door was slammed open, surprising you from the sudden loud noise. You looked up to see Yachi standing in the doorway. “I’m here to take you out because you’ve been stuck inside all weekend.”

“Yachi please no,” You groan, pulling the covers over your head. “Just let me wither away in my sadness.”

“Nope it’s almost 6 and you’ve spend the entire day inside, now get up and get in the shower.” Yachi replied, grabbing the covers off of you.

Groaning once again, you begrudgingly made your way to your bathroom knowing that you couldn’t argue your way out of this. Stepping back into your room, wrapped in your towels you see Yachi sitting on your bed, texting away on her phone.

“Who’re you texting?”

“Huh? Oh, just Hinata-kun don’t worry.” Yachi says, placing her phone down on your bed. “You’re wearing that by the way.”

She points to a yellow sundress covered in a floral pattern laid out on your bed. Letting out a sigh, you grab the dress and head back into your bathroom to change. After fixing yourself up, You and Yachi head downstairs. Reaching the final step you hear a knock at your door which leaves you confused. Looking back at Yachi, she shrugs her shoulders at you.

Opening the door, you come face-to-face with the person you’d least expect to show up. “What’re you doing here.”

At your door stands Tsukki, in a pair of khaki coloured pants and a navy blue polo shirt. He was holding a bouquet of flowers as he darted his eyes everywhere, except your own eyes.

“I–uh,” Tsukki, sighed and finally looked at you. “(Y/N), please let me explain everything.”

“I’m supposed to be going out with Yachi right now.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Actually (Y/N), Hinata-kun texted me and needs my help with Kageyama-kun.” Yachi speaks up, “I gotta go but I’ll talk to you later!”

The blonde girl heads out the door before you could say anything and you’re left alone with Tsukki. The two of you fall into uncomfortable silence, something that hasn’t happened between you in awhile.

“(Y/N)–“ Tsukki starts to say, but you cut him off before anything.

“As much as I don’t wanna talk to you, I’ll give you 10 minutes.”

“I need 30 minutes.”

Your mouth gapes open, “30 minutes, Tsukishima–“

“Please, (Y/N).” He pleaded.

“Fine.”

After a long walk in silence, the sun had started to set that an orange hue was left in the sky. Tsukishima led you to a small park away from the houses and roads. From a distance you could see small little lights littering the ground. As you got closer, you realized that the little lights littering the ground were candles. Candles that led to a small gazebo where a table setting was set up in the middle.

“Tsukishima what is this?” You asked as he pulled out your chair for you to sit.

“This is what me and Han- Akari-san had been planning.” Tsukki reveals.

“Akari-chan?”

“All that time her and I have been spending, she’s been helping me plan this for our one year.”

Your eyes widen at his confession. You suddenly feel stupid for thinking the things you thought. You felt stupid for thinking that Tsukishima would ever be like your ex-boyfriend. You just felt stupid.

“I–“ You don’t even know what to say.

“No don’t you dare apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for just edging you on like that. I just made things worse.” Tsukki took your hands in his. “I have no idea how to express how I’m feeling without being sarcastic. And I hurt you. But I swear to you (Y/N), I love you and I will always love you.”

You could feel the tears coming up in your eyes, but you feel Tsukki’s calloused fingers wipe them away. “I’m sorry for acting so jealous and insecure. And for jumping to conclusions.”

Tsukki shakes his head. “Let’s just put this behind us.” He leans in and places a kiss on your forehead showing his affection.

Your relationship stood strong ever since.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

[Behind the Scenes]

(Y/N): wait a minute did yachi have a hand in this too? Is that why she came to my house and got me to get ready?

Tsukki: maybe

(Y/N): wait is that hinata and yachi… and akari-san in those bushes??

three heads pop up before the three run off

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #angst time #requests #admin kiri

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girls-scenarios · 4 years

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Close to Perfection

Idol: Eunbi (IZ*ONE)

Prompt: Eunbi fluff with her wife maybe and children hah sorry im in a fluffy mood. Maybe incoperate Iz*one aunties if its not too difficult 🤷‍♀️

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I did end up making this for a fem!reader instead of gender neutral. Also, sorry I kind of disappeared for a minute, I had a big project due and then I fell down an anime rabbit hole. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

♡ Tip Jar♡

It was finally spring break, and for once, you’d managed to get the week off to spend with the kids. Birds chirped outside as you sipped your coffee and looked out the window, enjoying your momentary morning silence before the kids woke up. That morning, you’d sent Eunbi off to work with a cup of coffee and a kiss, and now, as you heard the kids sleepily talking in the hallway, you couldn’t help but wish she could be there. Being a celebrity was a lot harder to take a break from, but you’d already taken the kids to both the zoo and the nearby children’s cafe by yourself, and the entire time, you’d missed her. A part of the family was missing, and it just didn’t feel right.

As you stood up to start breakfast, an idea hit you, and you turned to meet your kids just as the patter of their little feet reached the kitchen. Their eyes were wide and sleepy, and you smiled, bending down their level.

“Good morning you two. Did you sleep well?”

The oldest Youngjae yawned and nodded while his younger sister Hwayoung blinked and nuzzled against the blanket she insisted on carrying with her when she was at home.

“Great! Now, I have an idea. How would you like to go visit mommy at work?” At the mention of their mommy, both the kids perked up. You weren’t the only one missing her.

“Really?” Asked Youngjae, waking up a little more and reaching up to tug on your shirt. You smiled and nodded.

“Really! We can bring her lunch, doesn’t that sound fun?”

“It’s fun,” said Hwayoung, and you reached over to affectionately ruffle her hair, making her laugh. She was only two, and she was so cute it made your heart hurt sometimes.

“Let’s do it! Can we cook her lunch? I wanna help!” Youngjae bounced on the balls of his feet, showing how excited he was. At six, he now wanted to help with everything, and you found it endearing. Although you were not going to let him anywhere near the stove.

“You can help. But first we have to brush our teeth and wash our faces. Show of hands, who brushed our teeth this morning?” You raised your hand and laughed softly when your kids avoided your eyes. “That’s what I thought. Go wash up and I’ll finish getting breakfast ready. Then we can work on lunch for mommy. Does that sound good?”

“Yes!” Youngjae yelled, turned around, almost knocked his sister over, tripped and caught himself, then grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the bathroom. Again, you laughed and shook your head as you stood up to finish the rice and sausages. He was so energetic.

By the time the two of them got back (with Hwayoung’s hair soaking wet, making you realize that you’d probably have to give her a bath before you left) the table was set for breakfast and Youngjae scrambled into his seat, yelling his thank-you’s. You helped Hwayoung into her chair and handed her a spoon as your soon started to ask questions.

“What are we making for mommy? Does she know we’re coming? What’s she working on today? Why couldn’t she stay home like you? What would be best for mommy to eat for lunch?”

“Mommy is preparing to have a comeback, so she has to work. You like hearing her sing, right?”

“Yeah!”

“So she has to work, even though she wants to be home with us. We can help her by bringing her something really yummy to eat. What do you think mommy would like to eat today?”

“Dessert,” Hwayoung said immediately, making you laugh. They did know their mommy well.

“True, but you can’t just eat dessert for lunch!”

“I would,” Youngjae said, and you shook your head.

“But then you wouldn’t get the strength needed for the rest of the day! You would just want to take a nap.”

“Oh.”

“We can bring mommy dessert,” you assured them, “but we have to bring her something for lunch too. What sounds good for lunch?”

“Tteokbokki! Let’s eat tteokbokki!” Youngjae yelled, holding his hand up high like he was answering a question at school. Beside you, Hwayoung nodded her head in agreement, nibbling on a sausage. It was a good idea, Eunbi loved tteokbokki and it would be sure to give her energy.

“Good choice! I’m sure she’ll enjoy tteokbokki!”

“Yay! Can I help? Please?”

“Pwease?” Hwayoung echoed, and you swallowed, rubbing your temples against the headache you could already feel coming on. But the headache would only worsen if you didn’t allow them to help somehow, so you sighed and gave in.

“Okay, but you have to do exactly what I say, okay? We want to make sure it tastes good, right?”

Time passed pretty fast when you were busy. After you’d given Hwayoung a bath, you went about pulling out outfits for the kids to wear and figuring out how to make tteokbokki in a way where the kids could help. By the time you were filling four individualized containers with a well-prepped lunch, it was already almost noon. You pulled down a bag to carry the lunches in while Youngjae got out four cookies and four macaroons and put them carefully into a baggie before handing them to you, his eyes sparkling with pride.

“Good job,” you praised him, giving him a wide smile and picking up the bag to put in on his level so that he could put the bags in. Once he was finished, you put the bag on your arm and looked around the kitchen. Everything from cooking was cleaned up, and Youngjae was putting the cookie jar away. In her chair at the table, Hwayoung was humming and coloring away, already dressed. After a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you still looked okay (raising kids could make you look a mess) you turned to the two kids and smiled. “Ready to go?”

“Ready!” Youngjae raced for the door as you picked Hwayoung up from her seat, and he already had his shoes on when you joined him.

“Are you excited to see mommy?” You asked, amused as you bent over to help your daughter put on her shoes. He nodded, bouncing on his feet, and threw open the door as soon as you had your shoes on.

“Let’s go!” With that, he was out the door, with Hwayoung toddling after him, leaving you to laugh and quickly lock the door behind you to keep up. Secretly, you were just as excited as they were.

Thankfully, Eunbi’s entertainment company wasn’t far away, so you got there without any drama in the back seat. With your purse and the bag over your shoulders, you reached down to hold your kid’s hands, guiding them inside and impressing yourself with just how strong you’d become after becoming a mother. When you walked inside, the woman at the front desk happily waved at the kids, who waved back.

“Awe, hey guys! Are you here to see Eunbi?”

“Yeah!” Youngjae said, once again nodding hard enough to give anyone else a headache.

“We are. Do you know where she might be?” You asked, and the woman nodded.

“I think she’s in one of the recording rooms right now, but I would bet that they’re just about to go on lunch. Here’s a visitor’s pass.” She handed a badge over, and you dropped your son’s hand for a second to take it before quickly grabbing his hand before he could run off.

“Thank you so much. Have a great day. Now, come on kids, let’s go see mommy.” You smiled at the woman and waited for the kids to wave and say thank you before the three of you headed towards the elevators. Thankfully, you already knew the layout, so no escort would be needed.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator and rounded the corner, you saw Chaewon in one of the rooms, opening up her lunch. As soon as Hwayoung saw her, she let out a squeal and broke away from you to run inside.

“Aunt Chaewon!”

Chaewon looked up, startled, then smiled widely and jumped up from her chair to hold out her arms and scoop the two year old up, laughing. “Hwayoung! What are you doing here?”

“I’m here too, Aunt Chaewon!” said Youngjae, running over as well, and Chaewon turned to pat his head.

“So you are. I’m glad to see you guys! Are you here to surprise Eunbi?”

“We are,” you said, walking in to set the heavy bag on the table and giving Chaewon a smile. “We were all missing her a lot at home. Is she free?”

“She was missing you all a lot too, she was sad she couldn’t take any time off.” Chaewon giggled and hugged Hwayoung and Youngjae to her. “You guys are just so cute! She should be done with her recording soon, she was going to join me to eat. I don’t think she ordered anything to eat yet.”

“Good.”

“Aunt Chaewon, we helped make tteokbokki today!”

“Oh really Youngjae? That’s awesome!”

You smiled as you watched your daughter curl into Chaewon’s shoulder as Youngjae talked happily. They did love their aunts. Just as you were about to excuse yourself to find Eunbi, Yena turned the corner with Yuri behind her and gasped.

“Hwayoung, Youngjae!”

“Aunt Yena!” Youngjae ran over, almost knocking her over in a hug, as Hwayoung waved her little hand and said “hi, Aunt Yena, Aunt Yuri.”

“Hey you two, hey (Y/N),” Yuri said, laughing as Youngjae turned to give her a hug too. “What a surprise! It’s great to see you guys!”

“You didn’t come give me a hug,” Yena said, playfully marching over to Hwayoung, who squealed happily and hid her face in Chaewon’s face. The other woman laughed and stucked her tongue out at Yena.

“She just likes her Aunt Chaewon more.”

“No way! Hwayoung, do you like me too?”

“Yeah,” came her little muffled voice, and you laughed affectionately as Yena put her hand to her heart and dramatically sighed.

“At least I have that, then.”

“What’s all the noise about?” Eunbi asked as she turned the corner, papers in her hand, then her eyes widened and she started to grin. “Babe? Oh my god, what are you guys doing here?”

“We came to bring you lunch,” you said with a smile as both the kids broke from their aunts and ran to the door, yelling for their mom. She laughed and bent over to hug them both, giving them both a kiss on the cheek and forehead before picking Hwayoung up and taking Youngjae’s hand.

“What a great surprise! What did you bring me?”

“Tteokbokki, and I helped,” Youngjae said proudly, and Eunbi gasped.

“Really? Thank you so much! I’m sure it’ll be delicious!”

“Let me get it out!” He broke away from her to run to the bag and she turned her attention to you, smiling affectionately and putting her now-free arm around your shoulders.

“Was this your idea?” She asked, teasing you just a bit, and you giggled, shrugging your shoulders.

“I might have missed you. But they missed you too.”

“I missed you too,” Eunbi said, before giving you a short kiss. Hwayoung, apparently annoyed by this, wiggled out of her arms to run back over to Chaewon, and Eunbi put her hand to her heart, pretending to be hurt. “Can I not kiss your mom in front of you?”

“No! Gross!” Hwayoung stuck out her tongue and Chaewon laughed as she picked her up.

“You’ll understand it one day.”

“Let’s eat!” Youngjae called, having set out the containers and settled into a seat at the table.

“Yes, let’s! I’m starving.” Eunbi answered him before leaning in to give you one more kiss. “I love you,” she said, her eyes twinkling, and you reached up to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, amazed that she was just as beautiful as she had been the day you married her. This was as close as you could get to perfection, and you were more than satisfied.

“Mom, mommy, it’s gonna get cold!”

You laughed, breaking out of your trance and walking over to give both of your kids a hug, and Eunbi followed suit, looking much more energized than she had that morning. “Alright, let’s eat,” she said, sitting down in the chair beside you and taking your hand to give it a little squeeze. “And afterwards, I’ll show you guys how I’m recording my songs. Does that sound fun?”

“Yeah!”

#femifics #iz*one #izone #iz*one scenarios #izone scenarios #eunbi scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenarios #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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the-melting-world · 4 years

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Faust is actually a baby child

This is probably the most adorable request I’ve gotten so far. Kips actually has a familiar of her own! A little purple lemur named Taro! Let’s see what happens when we add some sibling rivalry to the mix.

Warnings: purple sweeties, adorable parents, and hella fluff 💖

~ 1700 words

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You and Asra have just moved in together. You are both excited because now you could live as one big happy magical family with your familiars.

Or so you thought.

Up to this point, Faust has gotten along great with your purple pygmy lemur, Taro. It’s like they have their own little language. In the past, whenever Asra would come over to visit or vice versa, your familiars made it their priority to seek each other out without even paying a proper greeting to you or Asra.

You never expected anything to go wrong between them once you and Asra had made things official and moved into your very own condo. Having spent the previous day moving all of your possessions and combining your separate businesses to this new space, you were still a little tired from it the following morning.

But the two of you were determined to establish some kind of family routine with your familiars. So after you closed down the shop for the day, you could start spending time with the two little lavender joys of your life.

“Faust! Taro! Are you ready for your bath?”

Asra uses the fire salamander to heat a portable tub while you round up the girls. You come into the room with Faust curled comfortably about your shoulders and Taro cradled in your arms. Both of them chortle their usual melody of curious noises. The tub, filled nearly to the brim with heated water, sits atop the wooden table in the common area. It’s large enough for you and Asra to take your place at either ends.

You decide to swap familiars so they can spend more time becoming comfortable with you. Asra gives you patient instructions on the best way to bathe Faust. You do the same for Taro. For a while, things go smoothly. The snake and the lemur enjoy getting lathered in the homemade soap that you and Asra made from scratch. The scent of vanilla, goat milk, and thyme waft up from the bubbling tub.

Not only were the girls liking this so far, but you and Asra could both agree that this was therapeutic and relaxing, especially after a long day of work. Even as Faust wraps her slippery tail around your wrist and squeezes, you could feel the stress of the day dissolve from your shoulders.

You look up to see Asra wearing a serene gaze as he glances up from gently scrubbing Taro. When he catches your eye, he smiles subtly and says, “Hey Taro? When’s the last time I told you that you were simply the cutest in all of Vesuvia?” Despite his words, he doesn’t break eye contact with you.

You smile back knowingly. Taro chitters as if the compliment truly is for her.

Faust, on the other hand, hisses. It’s soft at first. You think that maybe you got soap in her eye, so you go to rinse her off. But your eyes are still locked with Asra’s.

Teasingly, you say, “Taro can appreciate that. But I think Faust needs to know that she is in fact the most enchanting creature from here to the shores of Nevivon. I honestly don’t know what Vesuvia would do without her.”

Faust squeezes your arm. Taro gives a wounded mewl.

From behind his snowy bangs, Asra blushes and blinks incredulously. “Kipling, you really think so?”

Shyly, you wink. “From the first moment I met you – ah, I mean her – I thought so.”

Asra starts to break out in a genuine smile, but it’s interrupted by an eruption of soapy water as Faust and Taro lunge at each other.

At first you and Asra are momentarily shocked by the behavior of your familiars. It takes a few seconds before you realize that they not are not merely wrestling. They’re actually fighting!

“Taro – no!” You shriek.

Asra roars over you, “Faust, stop! That is not okay!”

The two of you try to rein in your familiars, knocking over the tub in the process. By the time you are able to pry them off of each other, there’s water everywhere and the two of you are covered in bruises and scratches.

Faust slithers away and you let go of a squirming Taro. She leaps into the makeshift canopy of potted plants hanging from the ceiling and scurries off.

Once you and Asra catch your breaths, you laugh and start cleaning up the mess. Afterwards, you tend to each other’s minor wounds.

“I wonder what got into them,” Asra whispers as you try to apply some balm to a cut on his lower lip.

“Hold still,” you say, trying to make sure all of the cut is sealed over with the aloe-infused salve. You don’t miss the way all of his focus narrows in on you and how his lip curves upward as you slow down the sweep of your index finger.

“There,” you sigh as you lean back. It doesn’t come as a surprise when Asra leans with you and manages to steal a quick, electric kiss before you can get away.

Reluctantly, you press your hand against his chest and chuckle, “Not so fast. Give the cut a little time to close over first.”

He leans back, smiling. Then his sly features dissolve into something more thoughtful.

“I’m still a little worried about Faust and Taro. Do you think maybe we should try again?”

“Yes,” you agree. “Let’s try reading to them to sleep tonight.”

It’s difficult for the both of you to find Taro and Faust before bed. This time you choose to hold onto your own familiars. You both can tell by their body language and the way they were shooting hisses and threatening glares at the other that they had not patched things up.

Still, you tried to curl up on the couch as a family with you and Asra in the middle and the familiars tucked in the crooks of your elbows.

“Alright, girls. What should we read?”

You already had a selection of fairy tales and classic children’s stories spread out on the coffee table. Taro hops up and down in excitement while Faust bobs her head from side to side like a charmed cobra.

Spider!

Duck!

You pick up Taro’s choice – the little book of folk tales from the island where you were both born. On it was a depiction of Anansi the Spider, a trickster god of sorts.

“Oh. Good choice, Taro.”

Meanwhile, Asra brushes his fingers over The Ugly Duckling and says, “Looks like this is the one Faust wants to read.”

You and him smile at each other.

“Awesome,” you say. “We’ll read them both.”

That’s when Taro starts to jump up and down again, this time with more gusto and screeching.

You laugh nervously. “Okay, girl. Calm down. We’ll read the Anansi story first.”

Suddenly, Faust heaves herself onto the coffee table and shuffles the book of folktales onto the floor.

Duck first!

Asra growls, “Faust, that’s enough. We’re going to read both stories, okay?”

But by this point, the familiars were at it again, chasing each other around the coffee table like they were both possessed.

You and Asra were back at it, trying to calm them down and break them up. This time you manage to do it without suffering so much damage, but you have to go to bed holding onto the bad moods of your familiars.

The next day, you and Asra are determined to smooth things over between Faust and Taro. So Asra comes up with a brilliant idea.

“Let’s bake some cupcakes. That way they can engage in teamwork and we get to spoil them when it’s all done.”

You nod your head. “Asra, that’s a great idea! Mostly because . . . cupcakes.” you say with a helpless shrug.

While the four of you are preparing the batter, you notice that there’s a little tension between Faust and Taro, but they are not at each other’s throats. Mostly, they avoid each other, choosing to focus on the interesting things you and Asra are doing to make the gooey, yummy substance that they get to taste.

Once you get the cupcakes in the oven, you return to the bowl of leftover batter and start to lick up the remains. Faust and Taro seem to be warming up to each other, so you finally feel comfortable with taking your attention off of them for a few moments.

It’s not long before you and Asra are giggling, gazing dreamily into each other’s eyes, and letting the other lick the cake batter off your fingers. Your antics lead to stumbling around the corner to the dark incense-soaked room where Asra does his readings.

Afterwards, you return to the kitchen. Your clothes hang crooked on your frames and your hair is awry, but you’re both wearing happy, silly grins.

However, those grins vanish once you see that not only have your familiars disappeared, but so has all of the baking equipment and ingredients.

It wasn’t uncommon for Faust and Taro to take off and spend time by themselves, but you and Asra had no idea if they left on good terms or if they are off fighting somewhere else.

Just to be sure, you split up and look for them. You check all the rooms, but they’re nowhere to be found.

Asra suggests, “What about out back where you keep your starter plants?”

You both rush outside and break out in sighs of relief when you find Taro and Faust curled up together in the portable tub from yesterday. They are also completely covered in egg yolk and flour.

You and Asra break out into simultaneous laughter. Surprisingly, it doesn’t wake the girls.

“They were trying to make their own cupcakes!” Asra says.

You get a closer look. “Actually, I think they just wanted to replicate the batter. Looks like they managed it and ate so much, it knocked them out.”

Asra snakes his arm around your waist and tugs you against him.

“Hm. More cupcakes for us then.”

Faust and Taro stay snuggled up and keep on snoozing while Asra leads you back inside the shop that smells of warm dough and sweet vanilla.

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cozykhaos · 4 years

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A New Sun Part 11

My internal alarm screamed me awake 6 am sharp, I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing peaceful thoughts into my head and willed myself back to sleep. It lasted just a few moments before Ash pressed his cold, wet nose to my cheek, making me bolt upright. I scowled down at the pup who was mid-stretch. Wiping the cold snot from my face I started my morning routine. Feed Asher, start coffee, let Ash out, stare at clothing.

That last part posing a problem today. Usually I’d just put on my work clothes, but today I was going back to Zuzu and clothes that were stained in hues of browns and greens from the farm wouldn’t fly.

I ended up having to go through unopened boxes to find something clean, a pair of black high wasted shorts, a loose fitting red tank top and black sneakers. I checked the time, the clock blinked 6:30. I frowned. I didn’t have to meet the others until nine. I looked around my little home frowning. There wasn’t a whole lot to do. I padded into the bathroom, I had unpacked all my toiletries a few weeks ago. I stared down at the unused jars of lotions, the untouched eye shadow palettes and make up brushes. It was hard to believe that just a month ago I was using this stuff every day.An idea hit me as I looked at the packs of unused face mask, grabbing one and stuffing my clothes into a bag and grabbing a to go cup of coffee I headed out the front door with Asher.

A short walk later I was at the hot springs, I quickly changed into my bathing suit and shoved my stuff inside a locker. Ash had found a spot under a bench, his eyes already heavy with sleep. I submerged myself in the steaming water. I sighed with relief as my muscles began to relax, my jaw unclenching, brows unfurrowing, shoulders dropping away from my ears. My eyes grew heavy from the warmth and humidity and I let out a long yawn. I reached for my coffee and took a long sip. I would need to start making this part of my routine, I needed to remember to care for my body especially after everything I’ve been putting it through.

After another long sip of coffee I smeared the face mask on. It was supposed to help remove built up dirt and help brighten the skin. Yoba knows I needed that. Everything I owned seemed to have a fine layer of dirt built up on it. I took the time cleaning every inch of myself, feeling layers of grime fall away. I had showered every day since coming to the Valley, I had to or my own stench would suffocate me in my sleep. But there was something magical about these waters, I soon felt like a brand new person.

With great hesitation I finally removed myself from the pool to go and get ready. First I peeled the face mask off which had melded to my face like concrete. I stared in disgust at the horrors it had pulled from my pores and tossed it in the nearest trash. Asher poked his head inside the trash can and I shooed him away. I changed and did minimal with my make up, there was no point in lathering it on when tomorrow they would go untouched once again. I checked the time, it was already 8:30. I hurriedly packed all my stuff up and headed back to the farm. Dropping my bag off at the house then taking Asher to Lewis’s. I bumped into Sam as I was starting back north.

“Look at you!’ he whistled and lowered his sun glasses. “All clean and stuff.”

“It took me a hot minute to find these,” I said with a chuckle. “I woke up at my usual time, so I thought I’d gussy myself up for you lot.”

“For us or for Sebastian?” Sam quirked an eyebrow up.

I ignored his comment and busied myself with trying to pull my mane of curls into a loose bun.

Abigail and Sebastian were already waiting for us at the bus stop, Sebastian’s long legs stretched out in front of him clad in faded black jeans with rips in the knees, cigarette hanging from his lips. Abigail had a paper cup in her slender fingers and she took two long gulps from it. Her purple hair hung over her shoulder in a braid. “Morning guys!” she beamed up at from her seat on the bench. Sam plopped down next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulders. That left the only seat open next to Sebastian, I stayed standing.

It wasn’t much longer before the train pulled into the station and we were off. It was only an hour ride into the city and I was back into the belly of the beast.

“What should we do first?” Abbie asked as we stepped out of the train station and into the noise of the city. I was silent as my senses adjusted to the sights and noises that raged over me. I had never noticed the thick layer of smog that hung over the city and tumbled into the streets, the sunlight still managed to be harsh somehow. The light turned green and traffic began to speed by, my heartbeat quickened and I took a step back, backing up into Sebastian. His eyebrows knitted together and he looked down at me. “You okay?” he asked.

Abbie turned and looked at us, Sam was already staring a frown on his face. I nodded and gulped down a bit of air. “Fine, just sensory over load, I guess,” I let out a nervous laugh.

“Well, is there anything you would like to do first?” Sam asked.

“We could go by the Joja building and flick it off.”

Behind me Sebastian snorted.

“You know, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Sam beamed.

“I’m down, then can we go by the mall?” Abbie asked.

“Yeah! I want to go by that new indoor skate park that they just built there!” Sam jumped in place.

“Bash?” I looked at him, he hadn’t spoken much this entire time. He shrugged. “I’m just along for the ride.”

“Don’t let him fool you Kit, he’s having fun,” Abbie smiled.

“A blast,” Sebastian smirked.

“So, Joja?” Sam asked.

“This way,” I pointed and took point. Nothing had changed, the streets had all remained the same, life in the city had continued in my absence.

“So why is this on your to-do list?” Sam questioned.

“I forgot to do it when I quit,” I said matter-of-factually.

“You used to work for Joja?” Abbie had made her way next to me.

I nodded. “I was a manager for the warranty department. I actually lived in an apartment just a few blocks from here.” I paused, we were on the opposite side of the road from Joja building. With the tiny windowed slots in the gray concrete exterior, it looked just like a prison.

“Yeesh,” Sam shivered next to me. I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry it is much worse inside.”

“Why’d you leave?” Sebastian asked.

I cocked my head and scrunched my mouth up, I raised up my middle finger to the building then kept walking down the street. I wasn’t ready to get into that yet.

Don’t people work anymore? I thought to myself as we entered the packed mall. It was a Thursday morning and seemed like every soul in Zuzu had taken a detour to the shops first.

“Where should we go first?” Abbie wiggled next to me.

“Skate park.”

“Electronics.”

Both boys spoke at the same time.

“There is this awesome cafe in here that sells the best cinnamon rolls, I’m just saying,” I pipped up after.

“Ohh, that sounds yummy!” Abbie beamed.

“Do they have coffee?” Sebastian asked.

“Yes, but at this point I think you should hook yourself up to an IV, just have coffee pumped into your blood veins,” I said.

“Is that a thing?” Sebastian questioned, his eye brows raising.

“If it is, I don’t think it is recommended,” I shrugged.

“I’d invest in that,” Sebastian sighed.

“We could find you one of those hats!” Sam said pointing to his head then pretended to grab two invisible cups on the side.

Abbie made a face. “Like the beer guzzler hat?”

“That!” Sam flapped his arms. “But instead of beer, we put coffee mugs in it!”

Sebastian stroked the stubble on his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “I could be swayed into considering it.”

Finding the little hole in the wall cafe, we placed orders. I was declared to official Food Guide for the rest of the day by Sam. I accepted it with a sweeping bow and asked how everyone felt about Mexican food.

“This is the part I miss about the city,” I started. “I fucking love food. Don’t get me wrong, Gus is amazing, but damn I miss having so much cuisine at my finger tips.” I sighed and stuffed another bite of warm gooey cinnamon roll into my mouth.

“I’m going to miss these,” Sam sniffled and hugged his box to his chest.

“On Saturday morning and I was feeling really lazy, I’d just have Post Mates deliver them to my apartment,” I smiled at the memory. Wrapped in my favorite blanket, coffee brewing, a controller in my hand.

“Post Mates, what’s that?” Abbie asked.

“What?” I snapped out of my day dream.

“Post Mates, what is it?” Abbie repeated.

I blinked at her slowly then looked at both of the boys to see if it was a joke. Both of their faces remained in a blank stare. Holy shit. There is no Post Mates in the Valley. It made since, seeing as we were almost to the middle of no where. The hotel only had a few rooms and Gus lived in one of them!

“Post Mates is a delivery service,” I shrugged. “You place an order on the app and your Post Mate goes and gets it and brings it to you.”

The three exchanged looks, Sebastian dug his phone out of his pocket.

“You’re joking?” Sam asked.

I shook my head and took a drink of coffee.

Sebastian held up his phone, showing his friends the app.

“What the actual fuck?” Abbie snatched his phone and began scrolling. With a scowl and a huff Sebastian leaned back in his chair.

“I’m jealous and a bit confused,” Abbie admitted after several moments of silence.

“I’m just jealous!” Sam threw his arms up.

“Why wouldn’t you just go and get your own food?” Abbie asked.

“Lazy,” I shrugged then added. “Drunk.”

“That’s so awesome!” Sam’s forehead made contact with the table. Sebastian snatched his phone out of Abbie’s hand, she stuck her tongue out at him.

We finished our treats then continued about our day. We unleashed Sam upon the skate park. Stopped at a Hot Topic for Abbie, where she found purple finger less gloves that matched her hair.

The electronic shop took up both floors of the mall and we lost Sebastian for over an hour. We found him leaning against a table, talking to an employee, a short adorable girl with a pink pixie cut. I felt something in my chest squeeze and I ducked down an aisle, separating myself from the group.

I had spent so much of my life trying to escape this overwhelming city and when I’m finally able to, I come right back. Like a clingy girlfriend.

It’s just the day Kit.

What about the farm? Summer is just a few days away, there is still so much to do.

It will all be there tomorrow.

When did these shelves get so close together?

When did it become so loud in here?

Who turned the air off?

Sweat beaded on my forehead, I was gasping for air.

I started moving. I had traveled these walk ways a hundred times before and my feet carried me to the nearest exit and outside. I kept walking until I found an alcove and plopped myself down onto the ground. A car sped past, the engine roaring, another car this time speakers that were too loud. A slam of a door. People walked, unaware of my state, laughing, talking.

Breath.

It wasn’t enough and my hands started to shake, my fingers tingling.

Breath.

The numbness spread up my arms and into my lips.

Breath.

Sneakers pounding on pavement quickly approached me.

“Kit!” Abbie’s voice broke through the madness inside. Sam practically threw himself on the ground next to me, his arms wrapping around my torso. For the first time I noticed he smelled of sunshine and sand. Just like the beach, just like the Valley.

Sebastian knelt in front of me, his dark coffee eyes meeting my clover ones and rooting me back to the ground. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little sensory over load,” I sniffed, rubbing at my damp cheeks. When had I started crying? A frown tugged at his lips, Sam pulled me closer to him, crushing me to his side.

“Sam, I think you are killing her,” Abbie said.

“With my love!” Sam patted my head, it was more aggressive then comforting. Sebastian rolled his eyes and stood, reaching out his hand to me.

“Oh thanks bro,” Sam reached for it. Sebastian popped Sam’s hand away, I gave him my hand, but there was a long awkward moment where I was just holding his hand because Sam was still keeping me anchored to the ground.

“Dude, let go!” Abbie kicked Sam’s leg.

“Fine!” Sam let go and stood. Sebastian finally pulled me to my feet, he pulled me into a quick embrace before letting me go and giving me a once over.

Thunk-thunk.

Hush you.

I cleared my throat “Sorry for the scare, we may now all go back to whatever it was that we were doing.”

“I wasn’t done shopping,” Sebastian shoved his thumb back towards the electronics store.

“I don’t need anything from there. Want to go to the book store with me Kit?” Abbie asked.

Honestly, I didn’t.

I wanted to go look at the new builds. Look at getting new RAM for my pc and new RGB lighting. But I don’t think I could take seeing Sebastian and that girl together, so I agreed and followed Abbie. I found more than I thought I would. I found new models for Solorian Chronicles, the game Sam and Sebastian played every Saturday night. An adventure diary for Abbie. I found myself in front of the Lawn and Garden section, staring at a copy of ‘Farming for Dummies’. I frowned.

“Whatcha got there?” Abbie asked appearing from behind a shelf. I jumped and shook my head.

“Just stuff,” I shrugged. I looked at the stack of books in her arms. They were all adventure books, the main character female, I smiled to myself.

Abbie glanced at the shelf and frowned. “Don’t tell me you are getting that.”

I shrugged again.

“Kit, come on you are way better than that,” she scoffed.

“Abbie, I have no idea what I’m doing,” I sighed. “Thankfully Summer is coming up, which is the only season I know shit about, but damn.” For the first time I felt defeated. “Grandpa’s busiest season was summer and fall, but they were also his most profitable. That’s actually why I started going to Gaia Farm. Dad sent me there so I wouldn’t be a lazy ass all Summer and I could help grandpa out. Did I learn a lot, definitely. But I’m still flying blind here.”

Abbie’s face scrunched up, before taking one of her books and bopping me on the head with it.

“Ow!” I rubbed the spot she hit.

“Kit, I can honestly say I understand, I do,” she began. “Recently my dad has been giving me a lot more to do around the store. More responsibility, taking shifts by myself, showing me how to order. But if he were to die tomorrow I would have no idea what to do. I’d probably just burn the store down.” Her statement was very matter of fact. “I think you are just overwhelmed right now. Give it some time and Hurricane Kit will sweep through Gaia Farm and so much ass will have been kicked.” Abbie looked at the shelf and plucked a book off and added it to my pile ‘Farming for Beginners’.

“If our hands weren’t full, I’d hug you,” I sniffled.

“We will hug it out later.” Abbie laughed.

The guys were ecstatic about their gifts, it was a model castle, with a little village and a few characters that they were going to build and paint over the weekend. Abbie whispered “nerds” under her breath earning glares from both boys. We hung out at the mall for a little bit longer, then explored the town. I took them to my favorite Mexican restaurant, then showed them my old apartment. I pointed to the 3rd floor window that used to be mine. Sebastian stared at that window, a sense of longing in his eyes.

“I’m confused,” Abbie said from beside me.

“About?” I looked at her.

“Why is do you have fire escape if there are bars on the windows?” She asked with a laugh.

Sebastian frowned, his head cocked.

Behind us a large truck revved its engine, smoke poured from the exhaust and overwhelmed us. A horn honked. Tires squealed.

I waved my hand in front of my face to help clear away smoke. The others coughed loudly and tried to fan the smoke away. Once things settled I answered Abbie’s question. “So the bars on the window were installed after someone broke into a 5th story window and they installed the bars on for safety measures.”

My friends stared at me unblinking.

“What?”

“That dumb,” Sebastian blinked.

“I’m aware.”

The sun was setting and the street lights began blinking on, we headed back to the train station. The ride home was quite, both Abbie and Sam had fallen asleep the moment they sat down. Abbie’s head on his shoulder, his head resting atop hers.

“They are so cute when they aren’t talking,” I bumped my elbow against Sebastian’s.

“Yeah they are. I can almost tolerate them.”

I snickered. He began scrolling through his phone, his brows coming together.

“What’s up Bash?”

He hummed and kept scrolling. “I just got a new project to work on, so it’s going to be a late night.”

“Project?”

“Yeah for coding, it’s for a new medical software.”

I stared at him, one eye brow raised. “That’s impressive.”

Sebastian snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “You are the only one who thinks so.”

He turned away from me and stared out the window. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, guess that conversation is over.

We sat like this for awhile, in silence, listening to the heavy breathing of our two sleeping friends.

“Thanks for yesterday,” Sebastian finally said.

“For what?” I turned to him.

“Helping me through the anxiety attack,” his voice was low, just above a whisper.

“Of course,” I shrugged. “I...”

My voice caught in my throat. I what? Care about you? Like you? Want to kiss your stupid face?

“I’m glad I could be there for you.”

Sebastian faced me, eyes exploring my face for a moment before turning back to the window.

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6 Years - Hoseok x Reader - Chapter 1 - Is It A Date?

Synopsis: 6 years. That’s all it can take to take another look at someone and see that they have completely changed. You were once an eager 20-year-old, with your dreams all in view, and Jung Hoseok at your side to view them with you. However, after a break up the end of your junior year of college, everything seemed different. Now, you’re a recently divorced single mother of two, and your life is nowhere near what you thought it would be. However, after reuniting with Jung Hoseok, you may just be able to capture a little bit of that exciting youth you once knew so long ago.

Feat. BTS Members, Nayeon (TWICE), and Yuna (itzy)

Genre: Romance, SingleMother!AU, Past Relationship, Drama, Some Depictions of Violence/Domestic Abuse

Length: approx. 5.8k words

Chapter 1 - Is It A Date?

You didn’t anticipate talking with Hoseok would lead to an almost 45-minute conversation, but it did. What you talked about wasn’t even really anything major. You both just spoke about your day, and Hoseok laughed about how funny you looked running out of the café earlier that morning. You shared your day at work, he shared his day at his, and you asked:

“How did you even end up at Jimin’s dance studio anyway?” you asked curiously. Hoseok hummed, not answering right away.

“I’ll tell you when you and I go out to dinner and catch up.” You chuckled. “I can’t let any of my secrets out with nothing in return. Besides, it gives us more to talk about.”

“You really want to see me that badly?” you asked, slight amusement in your voice.

“Well, of course, I do. It’s been a few years, so much has changed. So what do you say? Maybe Friday?”

“I should be able to do that. Let me call my babysitter and ask if she’s free. I’ll text you in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” Hoseok said. “I’ll look forward to it.” With a click from the phone, the call disconnected and you pulled up the phone number of your babysitter. Shin Yuna was a sixteen-year-old girl who you found through an online app for babysitters in the area about eight months ago. She’d been with you ever since, and the girls were absolutely infatuated with her. You were silently hoping and praying that she would be able to watch the girls for a few hours, but she always pulled through. She answered, and the sound of her voice made it clear you had distracted her from something important.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Yuna. Hi, I’m so sorry. Am I bothering you?”

“No, not at all,” Yuna said. “What can I help you with?”

“I was wondering if you would be able to watch the girls Friday night. It’ll only be for a few hours, no more than that.” Yuna hummed, and you heard her voice become a bit distant on the line as she tapped away on the phone. After a moment, she returned the phone to her ear.

“I can definitely do that,” Yuna said happily. You sighed in relief, smiling a bit.

“Oh thank goodness. I’ll find out a specific time and let you know. Have a good night.”

“You too, ma’am,” Yuna said, and the two of you hung up. You quickly pulled up a new message with Hoseok and smiled as you typed away.

I can make Friday night work. Does 7 sound okay? (Sent 8:36 p.m.)

While waiting for a reply, you got up and heated up some leftovers. Normally, you were always hungry after the girls were asleep, so between 8 and 9 at night was your snacking hour. Then it was straight to bed. As you waited for the food to heat up, you heard your phone ding and you scooped it up. Hobi lit up the screen, and you smiled as you opened the tab.

Sounds perfect! :D I’ll pick you up then. Goodnight! >.O (Sent 8:45 p.m.)

With that, you sent the text to Yuna confirming the time with her. Now that plans were set, you felt your chest tighten a bit. You hadn’t been on a date since the divorce, and you honestly thought that lifestyle was far behind you. Well…was it even a date? Hoseok never said it was, but….technically speaking, after all, two people going out somewhere nice to talk would be considered a date.

“Oh God, what am I even going to wear?” You asked yourself, running your hand through your hair. You didn’t want to go all out, but a shirt and jeans were out of the question! “…Am I overthinking this? I must be overthinking this….” You mumbled to yourself. You tried to rationalize your thoughts until the loud beep of the microwave brought you back to reality. You quickly opened the microwave door, standing in silence for a moment to make sure the noise didn’t wake your daughters. When it didn’t, a wave of relief washed over you, and you pulled out your food. The warmth of it calmed you slightly, and you felt the heat radiating up into your face. You hummed softly as you moved to your table and began to eat. With each bite, you kept picturing Friday, and you quickly covered your mouth. “I’m eating too casually. Oh, God…” You murmured, setting your food down onto its plate. Staring at the plate of half-eaten leftovers for what felt like forever, you groaned.

I need to stop. This isn’t a total stranger, this is Hoseok we’re talking about… You thought to yourself, finally reaching out and taking another bite of the food. I’m not a high schooler anymore. Everything will be fine.

After finishing up the rest of the food on your plate, you finally felt full, and that meant that it was time to go to bed. Washing up your face and brushing your teeth, you tried to keep the idea of Friday out of your mind for right now. That was a few days away, and you had to worry about tomorrow, and running through your schedule once again. As you headed into your room, you poked your head into the girl’s bedroom, as quietly as you could, to make sure they were still asleep. The sounds of light snoring and Min Ja quietly murmuring in her sleep made you smile. Seeing them sleep made you feel at peace, and made it easier for you to go to sleep yourself. As if it wasn’t easy already, with the kind of day you had. Heading into your room, you cuddled up under your sheets and hummed, closing your eyes as you drifted off.

The The rest of that week seemed to go by a lot faster than you thought it was. Maybe it was the fact that everything was so monotonous at this point that you just went through the motions, or maybe it was because you were looking forward to what the end of the week was promising. Whatever the reason, it was now Thursday night, and you were standing up against the kitchen counter. The girls were watching some TV, Min Ja with a small bowl of ice cream that she earned for finishing her dinner. Hyo Bin was trying to get some from her big sister, who was protesting each time.

“Nooo, Hyo Bin.” Min Ja whined, holding the bowl up. Hyo Bin leaned forward, her hands reaching up as she whined. “Noooo this is mine! Mommy has yours!” When Hyo Bin wouldn’t let up, Min Ja whined herself. “Mommy! Hyo Bin is trying to take my ice cream!” You sighed, turning your head to your two little girls, seeing Hyo Bin was standing up now, making her slightly taller than her big sister, who was sitting on the floor.

“Honey, just give her some while I finish this phone call.” You begged. You heard Min Ja begins to whine “Fine. Then can you give her some from her bowl? Mommy’s on the phone.” Min Ja’s eyes lit up at that idea. She was always eager to help with Hyo Bin, ever since she was born, so long as it didn’t interfere with her own stuff. You set the bowl in front of Hyo Bin, and Min Ja took her spoon.

“Here, Hyo Bin! I’ll feed you until Mommy’s done.” You smiled, walking back into the kitchen.

“Sorry, Nayeon…” you said, resting against the counter.

“Oh don’t worry.” She said happily. Nayeon was your old college roommate, and one of the only friends you really ended up having after you got married, and especially after you got pregnant. She was keeping you grounded at the moment when you really needed it most. “Now, tell me what you plan to wear on this date.”

“Date? Since when did I say it was a date?” you asked quickly. “…Did I say it was a date?” Nayeon laughed a bit.

“Well, no. But that’s obviously what it is. Hoseok and you run into each other, after all this time, and he gives you his number in hopes you’ll catch up? It’s definitely a date.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think he’d want to date me…” you said softly. “Especially after all this time. I’m not the same girl I was when I was 20…”

“No, you’re not.” Nayeon said. “You’re better!” You chuckled a bit.

“Aww, thanks. But seriously, I don’t know if he considers this a date. I don’t want to overdress and make a fool of myself.” You heard your friend sigh over the phone, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

“Alright, listen.” Nayeon said. “I have a few hours tomorrow at 5 before I meet some of the girls for dinner. I’ll stop by and see the girls, and help you find a cute outfit to wear.”

“I don’t even think I own any more cute outfits…” you said, your finger tracing the design within the countertop as you rested your phone between your shoulder and your ear.

“Well, we’ll find something. Go back to your kids. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Knowing she would end up at the house no matter what you said, you sighed.

“Alright. Bye.” You hung up, setting your phone down as you made your way back over to your girls. The sight before you certainly surprised you. Min Ja was holding the spoon of ice cream up, ice cream that was melting with every passing second, and Hyo Bin was trying to eat it. However, it seemed that most of the ice cream ended up either on Hyo Bin’s face, hands, or clothes. It was definitely not going into her mouth. When they heard you approach them, both girls looked up. “Oh goodness…” you squatted out, looking at Hyo Bin. “What did you do?”

“Yummy!” Hyo Bin giggled, clapping her hands, a few stray spots of ice cream flying off her hands and onto your cheeks. You glanced at Min Ja, who had now returned to eating her soupy ice cream.

“…She’s hard to feed, Mommy.” Min Ja said. You sighed, scooping up both bowls. “I wasn’t done!”

“It’s bath time.” You said simply, putting the bowls in the sink, before going back over and scooping Hyo Bin in your arms. Min Ja stood up, turning off the TV as you led her into the bathroom and got them into the bath. Bath time was always enjoyable for you and the girls, they liked the bubbles, and playing together, and they weren’t fussy kids in the bath because they really did enjoy it. “How would you like to see Auntie Nayeon tomorrow for a little bit, Min Ja?” you asked curiously. Min Ja’s eyes lit up.

“Auntie Nayeon?!” She gasped. “Hyo Bin, Auntie Nayeon is coming tomorrow!” Hyo Bin, despite having no idea who that was, as she hadn’t seen Nayeon in quite some time, squealed in delight simply because her older sister was grinning from ear to ear.

“Auntie!” Hyo Bin repeated.

“And Yuna too?” Min Ja asked.

“Yeah, she’ll come later, after Auntie Nayeon.” You said. “So let’s get all cleaned up and in bed so that tomorrow comes super quickly.” With excitement in her eyes, Min Ja hopped out of the bath and dried off, scrambling into her pajamas and sliding into bed. You sat on her bedside as she got comfortable in bed, Hyo Bin on your lap as you picked out a little story to read them. It didn’t take long for Hyo Bin to fall asleep on your lap, and Min Ja followed shortly after her sister, both girls sleeping peacefully. As you laid Hyo Bin in her crib, you left the room silently and headed into your own. As you put on your pajamas, you glanced at your wardrobe from the corner of your eye. Walking over, you opened the doors and stared at the content inside. Most of your nice clothes were work outfits, which took up a majority of this closet. The rest of the nice outfits you had, you wore way before you had children, the newest one being right after Min Ja was born. You weren’t confident that these would fit you anymore, despite how badly you were hoping for a miracle. With a defeated sigh, you closed the closet doors and headed into bed.

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“Alright.” Nayeon said, pacing your room. She had arrived about ten minutes earlier, and with Min Ja practically clinging to her arm from the moment of her arrival, you were all ready to pick out an outfit for tonight. Well, Nayeon was, and along with that, Min Ja became excited too. You, however, were horribly nervous. Nayeon had already helped you straighten your hair and do some makeup, now it was onto the clothes. You watched Nayeon fling open the wardrobe, scanning the outfits inside. “Okay, this isn’t bad. You have some cute outfits.” She pulled out a few options: a light pink romper, a cream dress, and a bright red dress. “What about these?”

“I don’t know if they fit me…” you said simply. Nayeon sighed, placing them besides you as she took Hyo Bin out of your arms.

“Try them on.” She said with a reassuring smile. “I’ll take the girls downstairs to wait for your babysitter. Come on, Min Ja.” You watched your daughter hop off the bed, and exit the room with Nayeon and Hyo Bin. You sighed, being left alone, with time ticking down to 7. Yuna would be here soon, and then Hoseok would be right behind her. It was already 6, you had to make a decision. Standing up, you immediately put the red dress away.

“No way…” you mumbled. It took some time, but you slipped into both the cream dress and the pink romper. The pink romper was one of your favorites years ago, you wore it whenever you could, and looked damn good in it. But now, looking at yourself in the mirror, you no longer saw a confident woman. It looked as if you were getting ready to pop out of the romper, your shoulder bubbling over the exposed sleeves like boiling water that was left unattended to for a long time. There was no longer a cute little gap between your thighs, instead of a wall of thighs, stretchmarks poking out of the bottom of the shorts. You could feel the plethora of stretch marks along your stomach. You couldn’t see them under the romper, but they were there now, and they weren’t the last time you wore this. As you stared at yourself, trying to fix your hair in every which way, your image in the mirror didn’t improve. It never did. “I have to take this off…” you said with a disappointed sigh. Just as you were about to shimmy out of it, the door opened. You looked over to see Nayeon, poking her head inside the door.

“Hey, Yuna’s here.” She said. Her eyes widened as she saw you. “Oh my God, that looks great on you!”

“Great on me?!” You gasped. “I look like a whale in this. I have to take it off. Jeans and a nice blouse will do fine.” Nayeon walked over to you as you attempted to slide off the romper.

“You look really good. Hoseok always thought this was a great outfit.” She smiled. When she saw how uneasy you looked, she pulled you into a hug. “I’m going to get going. Call me tomorrow and tell me how the date goes, okay?”

“Okay…” you said. You and Nayeon headed down the hallway, where you saw Yuna sitting on the floor with the girls, a smile on her face as she watched them play with playdough on a play mat. When they heard your approach, they looked up to you.

“Wow, you look so beautiful!” Yuna said with a grin. “Is this for a date?”

“Why does everyone think it’s a date?” You sighed, tucking some hair behind your ear. “It’s not a date.” Yuna rolled her eyes, a playful smile decorating her lips as she looked back down at the girls. You waved Nayeon off, watching her give the girls a kiss goodbye, and giving you a supportive hug before she headed out the door. You checked the time, seeing that it was already 6:30. Hoseok had sent you a text that he was on his way, and knowing that made you anxious. Grabbing your purse, you pulled out some money and set it on the counter. “Okay, here’s some money for dinner. I told the girls they can stay up a little later tonight, but they’ll probably be asleep by 8:30, no later than 9. I have my phone if you need me, and their father’s number is on the fridge too.”

“I got it.” Yuna said happily, looking up at you. “We always have a fun time, don’t we girls?” She smiled down at them, and Min Ja lifted up her playdough creation to show her. “So, who’s the guy?”

“An old college friend.” You said, not looking at her as you fixed your appearance in the mirror. “We met a few days ago and decided to get dinner and catch up.”

“So it….is a date?” Yuna smiled a bit when she saw your expression sour in the mirror.

“I won’t tip you, Yuna.” You teased, and you heard the blonde begin to laugh from behind you. Taking a deep breath, you checked the time again. He would be here soon.

Soon was quicker than you thought, and before you knew it, the doorbell rang. Your heart stopped for a moment, and you stood up off the couch, grabbing your purse off the coffee table.

“Coming!” You called, walking towards the door. When you opened it, you saw Hoseok standing there. He stood before you in a pair of dark black jeans, and a nice shirt, with a light plaid jacket over it. He was grinning when you opened the door, and the sight of that smile alone made you form a small smile on your face. “Hey…” you looked him over. “Oh God, I overdressed…” Hoseok stifled a laugh, covering his mouth a bit.

“No way.” He said. “You used to wear that outfit all the time…It looks just as good as it did then.” you smiled a bit, feeling your cheeks get hot.

“I’m amazed it still fits.” You admitted. “Well…barely.” Before you could say anything else, footsteps were heard padding towards you. You looked over and saw Min Ja race towards you, hugging your leg tightly. You saw Hyo Bin waddle up behind her. Glancing back quickly at Hoseok, you chuckled a bit before kneeling down to your daughters. “Be good for Yuna.” You said, kissing her forehead. “Mommy will be here when you both wake up. Okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.” She glanced at Hoseok, who waved to her happily. She waved back. “Yuna said you and Mommy have a date?”

“Oh God…” you groaned, gently motioning your children towards Yuna. She glanced at you, giving an encouraging smile as she closed the door on you both. “…Ready to go?” you asked curiously. Hoseok offered his arm to you, and you smiled, easily accepting his offer and looping your arms through his.

“Let’s go.” He said.

The two of you made your way down the street, to a restaurant that was pretty new but had good reviews from the people who attended. It wasn’t too big of a place, and that put you at ease as the both of you stepped inside. Hoseok and you got a table in the far corner of the restaurant, before sitting down and looking at your menus. It was silent between the two of you for a moment, and you glanced up at him. He was scanning the menu in his hands, eyes trying to decide what he should get. He finally glanced up at you when you set your menu down.

“So…” you began, watching as he set his menu down. “Now that we’re here, will you tell me how you ended up in Jimin’s dance studio?” Hoseok smiled a bit, leaning forward on the table.

“Well, Jimin and I met when I transferred to the new dance university. He graduated after me, but he said he wanted to inherit the dance studio because his friend was planning to sell it. So, when he graduated, he did. When I told him I was moving back here, he asked me to help out. So, now I teach the hip hop classes for the older kids.”

“Well that makes sense. You’re a really good dancer.” You said. Hoseok laughed, trying to stay humble despite your compliment. Before he could continue to speak, the waiter came, a handsome man that was probably a bit older than the both of you. He gave a warm greeting and took your drinks orders before heading to a nearby table that was calling him.

“What about you?” he asked. “Your life seems to have changed a lot more than mine.” Giving a sad smile, you leaned back, thinking of where to even start.

“After you and I…you know, broke up…” saying that made your heart hurt, but you tried to keep a straight face by keeping your eyes focused on the empty water glass. One look at Hoseok as you spoke about this and you wouldn’t be able to handle yourself. “I met a guy…and we dated a bit….” You couldn’t help but shrug, trying to think of what to say. “I got pregnant at 22, next thing I know, I’m married with two kids….then divorced with two kids. I never finished school, I work as a secretary for a doctor’s office…. That’s it.” Your eyes raised from the glass and towards Hoseok, seeing he had on a look of slight concern, frowning a bit. You hated that…and it made you feel guilty. “Sorry. That got horribly depressing.” You chuckled a bit, and Hoseok’s smile returned. “But it’s not all bad.” You assured. “I have two great kids.”

“Yeah. They seem like good girls.” Hoseok said. “I just never thought I would see you as a mom.” He admitted.

“And why’s that?” You asked curiously.

“Well, I don’t know. You seemed like you had life planned out so well, and kids didn’t ever seem to fall into that plan.” He admitted.

“Got that right…” You stated, smiling a bit. As the waiter returned with your drinks, you watched him pour some wine into your glass.

“May I take your orders?” He asked curiously. You scanned the menu one last time as Hoseok placed his order with the waiter, you following right after him. When he left, you lifted up your glass and brought it to your lips.

“I can’t even remember the last time I drank anywhere other than my couch.” You said, lifting up the glass and taking a sip. You sighed, feeling the burning liquid flow down your throat. “How was that dance school, anyway?” You asked curiously.

“Oh, it was amazing.” Hoseok said, setting his drink down as well. “I learned so much and traveled all over the area with my friends and dance partners. I did a few local competitions, perfected my dancing. It was just a great experience. I was glad that I transferred when I did.” You pursed your lips together in a smile, and Hoseok noticed this. “Well, I mean…leaving everyone behind was no fun, but-.”

“You don’t have to justify yourself.” You said quickly. “You obviously did great things there. I’m glad you went.” You smiled happily. Hoseok chuckled a bit as well.

“Hey, at least we crossed paths now.” You watched Hoseok lift his wine glass up and hold it up to you. You did the same, and both of you tapped your glasses together. “So let’s celebrate that, shall we?” he hummed, a smile forming on his lips.

You nodded. “I agree.” Smiling as you brought the drink to your lips, taking a little sip before setting it down. “So, tell me more about all the stuff you did when you were traveling.” You said, and Hoseok eagerly leaned forward as well as he began chatting about it all. You listened carefully, both of you sharing laughs and throwback memories the entire night. It felt like old times again, and you couldn’t be happier.

The The rest of the night went smoothly, both of you enjoying both dinner and dessert. Hoseok was raving about the cake you both ordered, he was practically glowing as he took each bite.

“Did you really think it was that good?” You asked curiously, setting down your fork as you watched him take the final bite.

“Of course it was! It was so sweet! Didn’t you think so?” he asked. You shrugged, pushing your plate away with a few bites left on it.

“You can finish it, if you want.” Hoseok’s eyes lit up a bit, and with a little hum of childlike happiness, he pulled the plate over and put the forkful of cake into his mouth. “You’re so silly.” you hummed, a chuckle escaping your lips.

“Hm? I’m not silly…” Hoseok said, setting the fork down onto the now empty plate. “I just know when the cake is delicious. And this cake…” he motioned to the two empty plates being taken away by the waiter, while a check was left in their place. “It was delicious.” Laughing, you watched as Hoseok opened the little check and scanned it. Without so much as another word, he pulled out his wallet. You tried to persist on paying your share, but Hoseok wouldn’t hear it. He took out the needed money and set it inside the check, giving it to the waiter. “Ready to go?” he asked. You glanced at the waiter, who offered a kind farewell before heading towards another table in the room.

“…Yea. I should probably relieve the babysitter soon, anyway.” You admitted, standing up and smoothing out the shorts of your romper. Hoseok grabbed his belongings, and the two of you made your way out of the restaurant and out onto the cool streets. You kept yourself close to Hoseok as the two of you walked down the street, as to not get separated. Silence fell over the two of you for a while as you walked down the street and towards your apartments. The silence was normally something you were comfortable with, hell, something you wished you could experience more of. However, now, you felt obligated to say something. “…I had fun.” You said, glancing up at Hoseok. He glanced down at you, and a a smile formed on his lips.

“I did too. The dinner was delicious. Yum, ~”.” He hummed, patting his belly as he thought about that delicious food. It made you chuckle, as you both headed to the door of your apartment. “I hope we can do it again. I feel like there’s stuff we didn’t get to talk about.”

“Trust me, you know the extent of my life right now.” You stated as you fixed the sleeves of your romper. “But I’d like to get together again, once I get my work schedule and figure out when I’m free.”

“Of course.” He said happily. “I look forward to hearing from you.” As you looked at him, right into his eyes, you felt your face heat up, and you had to glance away. “Hm? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing, it’s just….” You sighed. “You’ll think I’m stupid if I tell you.”

“Try me.” He said, crossing his arms. It took a moment to muster up some inner courage, but you finally opened your mouth.

“It’s just weird going out with you like this and not being able to kiss you.” Once the words left your mouth, you felt your hands begin to sweat and your face went redder. “Oh God, I cannot believe I just said that.” You covered your face, groaning into your hands. You could hear Hoseok let out a few giggles, and that only made you more embarrassed. “Sorry. That was something I should have totally kept to myself.”

“Well would you really be you if you didn’t say something random once in a while?” He asked. You glanced up at him again, seeing his beaming smile. It slightly put you at ease, but you still were embarrassed that you said that. “Besides, and this may be totally out of line but….there was never any rule about no kissing.”

“Hoseok!” You pouted, Hoseok bursting into laughter at your expression. “I know that! But I mean…” you went silent. What did you mean? Hoseok was right…there were no rules saying you two couldn’t kiss goodbye. It was just…weird, wasn’t it? What were you supposed to say? Hoseok must have seen how much you were thinking about this, because you felt him put a hand on your head, his reassuring touch bringing you back to your senses.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you nervous.” He said a gentle smile on his lips.

“You…didn’t make me nervous.” As silence hung over you once again, you wondered how many silent moments you both had when you were dating, and knew it was nowhere near as many as you were experiencing with him recently. You just enjoyed the feeling of Hoseok’s hand in your hair for a moment, smiling up at him after you managed to calm your emotions somewhat. Just as you were about to finally say something, you heard footsteps padding towards the door. Multiple sets of them. You glanced behind you as you heard a faint:

“Min Ja! Don’t run to the door!” That sounded like Yuna, and she sounded a bit panicked as you heard a slam on the other side of the door, followed by hysterical crying.

“Mommmyyyy!” You heard Min Ja sob from inside, her little fists weakly banging at the door. You quickly turned around, fumbling for your keys as you unlocked the door and opened it. Before you stood Min Ja, standing in her pink pajamas and slippers. Her hair was a mess, and her face was red and puffy as a gross concoction of tears and snot dripping down her face. You knelt down as she jumped directly into your arms, sobbing into your shoulders.

“Min Ja!! What happened?!” You asked in a blind panic, glancing up to see Yuna standing by the door, biting her lip as she saw you and Hoseok standing terrified. Min Ja was trying to communicate, but she was too busy sobbing into your shoulder and blubbering incoherent child thoughts.

“She woke up just now screaming because of a nightmare. I tried to calm her down but she wouldn’t stop. I was just about to call you.” You stood up, holding Min Ja in your arms as you rubbed her back. Placing a gentle kiss in her hair, you took a deep breath.

“Shhhh.” You said gently. “I’m here. What happened?”

“There's monsters, Mommy!” Min Ja finally choked out, though you had to decipher what she said through her tears as if it were some sort of secret code. “Monsters in my room! By Hyo Bin’s bed, and in my closet, and with my toys and-.” She sniffled and continued to sob, rubbing her eyes. As you tried to soothe her as best as you could, you turned back to Hoseok, to see a look of sympathy for Min Ja on his face as he watched her cry into your arms.

“I’m sorry.” You said softly. “I’ll call you.”

“Of course.” He said quickly. “Go take care of that.” When Hoseok spoke, Min Ja looked up at him, sniffling as her crying slowly began to calm down. He smiled at her, waving a bit. She gave a weak wave back, before lifting her hand to wipe her eyes. “Mommy’s going to take good care of you, so don’t cry anymore, okay?” he asked, leaning forward just a bit so he could look her in the eyes. Min Ja sniffled, nodding as she nuzzled into your collarbone again. You smiled sweetly at Hoseok.

“Do you want to say goodnight?” You asked gently.

“Goodnight, Mr. Hobi…” Min Ja choked out, before whimpering and beginning to sob again. With one more glance to Hoseok, he offered you a kind smile as he watched you disappear behind the door. Yuna glanced at him as well, before closing and locking the door. He waited for a moment, listening to your muffled attempts at soothing Min Ja as she began to start crying again now that she was back inside the house. When he knew he shouldn’t linger any longer, he turned on his heel and headed home for the night.

You quickly paid Yuna for her time, assuring her that she didn’t need to apologize as much as she was. She only lived two blocks away, so she headed down the street and home, assuring her she would send a confirmation text that she got home safe. Once Yuna was gone, you brought your daughter into the kitchen and heated up some warm milk. She clung to your tightly, still sniffling and sobbing as you tried to calm her down, kissing her hair, speaking to her gently, and assuring her that everything would be okay. She only drank half of the milk before you could see her eyes start to get heavy, so you brought her into her bedroom. When you laid her back down, tucking her in, she took your arm.

“Mommy, the monsters.” She sobbed.

“The monsters were just a dream, honey. There are no monsters…” you said softly, leaning in and kissing her forehead. When you were at her level, she wrapped her arms around your neck tightly, whimpering.

“Don’t go…” she begged. You sighed, lowering yourself onto her little bed, shifting onto your side as you looked at Min Ja. She snuggled up into your chest and your arm draped over her, stroking her hair gently.

“I’ll stay until you go to sleep…” you said softly. Silence filled the room after that, and you listened for Min Ja’s gentle sobs to fade and be replaced with the sound of her rhythmic breathing. As you lie there, constantly telling yourself with each passing seconds you would get up and sneak out, you felt unable to move. Maybe it was Min Ja’s grasp on your romper that made it feel even more uncomfortable than it was, or maybe it was the paralyzing thought of what would have happened had Min Ja not rushed into your arms wailing at 10 o’clock that night.

Well, whichever it was, you knew you would end up sleeping here tonight and have a backache in the morning.

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Boom, CMC one-shot. (Also warnings: minors drinking a bit of alcohol)

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There was a loud BOOM!

It shook the ground some. Ignis didn’t spare a second as he proceeded to drop flat into the ground. Narrowly avoiding the flying glass shards of the windows in front of him.

An attack was surely possible. But after 3 years of this routine, it became habit to differentiate between what was an attack and what was someone’s antics. So reacting, assessing and responding to it in a matter of seconds became as natural as breathing.

Didn’t mean he enjoyed it.

After waiting for the floor to stop shaking, he stood and brushed the dirt off his clothes. Nodding to the others passing by, he made his way to the garage.

“What have I told you about detonating bombs within the citadel?” Was the first thing out of his mouth as he entered the room.

As those words were spoken. He stepped to the side. Dodging the baseball that was thrown at his face. He saw the look of glee and amused surprise on the room’s occupant’s face before they exploded into a puff of smoke.

Ignis simply watching as they collected themselves from the ensuing coughing fit.

“Crap, I wanted to have some more fun." Ignis made a soft noise.

“You two seem to have become a lot more ‘affectionate since you found out I won’t allow you to hit me, hm?"

Brushing off the dirt on her sweater, Silas gave a toothy grin. "It's just our way of showing love."

Ignis shook his head. “Noctis has asked everyone to his room for dinner.”

Silas raised an eyebrow. “Already? Time flies by.”

Ignis chuckled at that, Silas joint in with laughter of her own when a box to her left fell over. A small body tumbled out with a surprised cry giving way to glee.

"I wanna go again!”

“Can’t Valentina, boss is calling.”

“Aw Bull.”

Rolling his eyes, Ignis watched as the young girls flew backwards as a resounding boom was made from the mixed bomb powder. slamming into the ground a few feet from him.

Valentia picked herself up and gave her head a shake. Silas joined her with a rolled her eyes.

"Let’s go. Not like this place will be clean anytime soon.” Valentina snorted, crossing her arms.

“Bet he’s sleeping while you’re here.” The answering sigh was enough to bring out giggles from the girls.

“Don’t worry Iggy, if he’s sleeping, I know what will wake him up.”

C/C/C/C

“BOSS! GET UP!"

With a voice of a million sirens suddenly cutting through the evening air, Noctis wasn’t the only one holding his hands to his ears in a futile attempt to blot out the noise. When it slowly cut off, everyone turned their head to the cause of the siren call.

“Silas, why did you have Amata be so loud?” Noctis yawned as Silas shrugged in response. Rubbing his eyes. He looked at everyone in the room.

"What time did I fall asleep last night?"

“You’ve only been asleep for 30 minutes.” Ava replied lazily, busy with the stuff bear one of the younger kids asked her to fix.

Noct let out a whine and curled back up into a ball. “Ugh, so little sleep.” Valentina decided to then throw a small pebble at him in response. Gladiolus, who had just entered the room, proceeded to chew her out.

Which then resulted in a screaming matching between the two.

Amata shook her head in defeat as Silas laughed besides her and cheered on Valentina.

Gaius made himself known as he walked up to Ignis.

“He sleeps too much.” Was the first thing he mumbled.

The second was, “Too loud.”

Followed by, “What’s for dinner?”

Noctis managed to answer his question when he gained everyone’s attention and called for the food to be brought in.

After a moment to bring everyone down from the sudden spike of adrenaline. Things started to go more smoothly.

C/C/C/C

"-and then that poor child got involved and I'm not sure how she got a hold of my bonesaw but that's when things went down the waste bin.

Ignis watched as the soul of Ms. Castro slowly dissociated from her mortal shell as Amata spoke. she was smiling vapidly, though it was obvious her mind was feverishly trying to ignore the graphic details of some of Ms. Eshmun’s more...’stubborn’ patients.

All he knew of the story she was talking about was that she had woken up to the sound of screaming, a chainsaw hitting something and the smell of blood. Then, both Gladiolus and Gaius had come crashing through her wall after setting off one of Ms. Drusus’ bombs. Her struggling patient in their arms and then her memory just sort of cut off from there.

Now they were all in Noct’s room after finally putting her patient back into her room.

Gladiolus’ face was a bruised mess while Gaius was scorched all over his body, but she had made sure it was all just superficial before they arrived so no one was concerned. Ignis knew Noctis was glad the three were bonding and there was no need to delve further than his happiness.

Kaiser had left to the kitchens before the nonsense had begun. the shenanigans having forced him to abandon the others lest he be caught up in them.

They didn’t blame him seeing as they would have done the same given the chance.

So would he for that matter.

Instead, Ignis focused more on Noctis. Watching as he and Prompto gushed over the bundles of joy in their laps. Umbra and Pryna were barking and yipping softly. pressing into their stomachs, trying to get as much pets and scratches as they could.

Noctis squealed and squished the growing pup into his chest.

"You’re so cute Umbra!!” Prompto looked over at Noctis with a frown.

"Hey, Tiny is cute too!” Noctis looked back and nodded seriously.

"Yes, yes she is," Noctis concurred, watching as Pryna let out a pleased yip as she was happily engulfed in Prompto’s arms.

“Hey guys. I got a question.” Everyone turned to Silas, who had snapped out of her daze.

She nodded towards Noctis. “We already know what you did.” She looked back at the others. “did everyone else have something to do with their folks during the holidays?”

The room was so silent, Ignis would have almost thought that the noise a moment ago was his imagination.

It was not a topic that was taboo per say.

But mostly it was hard to talk about one’s family when one missed them.

Silas was, however, a very curious girl so she decided to help the conversation along but throwing in her piece.

“I mean, my mom and dad would go to this guy in little Galahd and he would make these sleds that always lasted for a few days and they would put them through the ringer.” She moved her hands around, trying to describe what it was like. “Like, they would do so many stunts with them and record it all. They would then gather friends and watch it together.”

She looked around at the group.

“Have you guys done anything like that?”

"Hmm...Sorta," They looked to Ava, who shrugged. She took a bite from her plate and continued with her stitch work.

“We cut our own tree and tied Ribbons to it to hope for a healthy year.” She sipped her mug of coffee and grimaced. "Valentina, did you spike the grounds again?" That set everyone to inspect their cups.

“Damnit Drusus!”

“It wasn’t me!”

“Might I remind you that we are still underage. Adults gone or not.”

“Bad Valentina!”

“IT WASN’T ME.”

“Cute defense, still guilty.” Gladio and Kaiser had to hold Valentina back before she launched over the table and tackled a grinning Noctis.

“And why are you still drinking the coffee Ms. Varius?”

Ava didn’t even blinked as she responded. “Because I’m not gonna waste coffee just because there’s a little bit of alcohol. I drank wine with my family on many occasions so this isn’t new.”

She looked at him directly. “Problem?"

Ignis felt like he should have one but he looked into his mug and dipped a finger. He then licked it and looked upwards thoughtfully.

Gladiolus took a swig himself and shrugged. "Got a bit of a kick to it."

"Nice buzz," Gaius echoed.

"What did I say about drinking these things while we’re so young?” Amata berated them. She couldn't blame the group though. And didn’t continue to push it when they shrugged back at her.

After doing so many things that pushed their heads to the very brink. It wasn’t often they touched the adult drinks but sometimes they grabbed a glass of it because something so uncommon shocked them back to their senses. It was stupid and dangerous but they all trusted Valentina to be careful.

trust was all they had most days.

“Back to my question folks!” Silas gained back their attention with a clap of her hands. She then proceeded to point at Kaiser.

“What did you do with your folks?” Kaiser actually took the time to think about it.

“Well, dad was less busy during the holidays so he would make this wonderful smelling but dreadful tasting fruit cake. We would then throw it in the fire place and let the house fill with the wonderful scent while we bought pizza and watched musicals together.” Kaiser smiled softly as he remembered.

“Ooh, that sounds fun.” Valentina jumped in. “But my family was awesome! Dad would get me and my siblings and he would get a bunch of fireworks, and go to the junkyard and set them off while mom cooked this yummy stew!”

“Gaius?” Amata looked at her friend curiously.

Gaius blinked and shrugged helplessly.

“Read old folklore together...Wove new traditions from the old ones...Made spice cider...and burned papers with written wishes.”

“Wow....that was the longest thing I ever heard you say.”

“Valentina!”

“It’s true!”

“What about you Eshmun?” Amata pointed at herself at the sudden attention.

“O-oh, well we just stayed home and watched movies.”

“Sounds normal.” Silas stated, Amata shrugging with a blush.

“Prompto?” He just shrugged and continued to pet Pryna. Noctis laid his head on Prompto’s shoulders in a form a comfort. it seemed to help as a smile emerged on the blonde’s face.

“ I spent the day with my uncle, nothing more.” Ignis said, focusing on his meal.

Gladio rubbed his chin. “Don’t really remember much traditions for that but we just watched random movies on tv and that was it.”

The meal was continued in silence but it was a thoughtful one rather than an awkward one.

Noctis broke that silence near the end of the meal.

“We can make our own tradition...”

“King you gotta make more sense then that.” Ava said with a raised eyebrow.

“What I mean is, why don’t we make new traditions for everyone?” He kept himself focused on Umbra’s fur.

“We’ve been hard at work for so long and things are started to even out a bit...” he shrugged.

“I thought maybe we can do something special now and then to keep the kids spirits up when times are tough.”

This, is what made Ignis so honored to follow Noctis. How, despite his obvious discomfort when pushing his boundaries, he always wants to help everyone under his care. To put their joys before his own. To save their health and happiness before his own life.

So wonderous yet self-destructive. Ignis had so much work to do to keep him safe when he let his guard down.

And a quick look at Gladiolus proved he wasn’t the only who thought so.

“What should we do?” Kaiser asked curiously, playing with his hair.

“Fireworks!” Valentina automatically suggested. And was as quickly turned down as usual.

“We can come up with traditional foods?” Amata suggested. “Just pay attention to any allergies!”

“We can find some movies at the store?”

“Yeah!”

“I still say we light something up.”

“Shut up Drusus.”

“Make me Amicitia.”

Ignis smiled as the meal came to a chaotic close.

He already enjoyed the traditions he had made for himself after this new life began.

Watching this group of children become better leaders was always a sight to see.

But watching as they regain their fading childhood joy at such simple things always made the difficulties of the coming year worth the struggle.

Ignis rested his head in his hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Allowing himself to engage in his favorite tradition during this time of year.

And he let the joyful voices lull him into a brief but comforting rest.

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Merry Christmas folks! (And please reblog)

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caroline18mars · 4 years

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 58

Just a few taps on her ass to indicate that he was done, groaning he slid out of her, slowly she turned around to face him, he looked pale and seemed to avoid her eyes, “just what I needed” she put her arms around him, hold me, just hold me, but his hands just rested on her back, there was no squeezing, in fact it was barely a touch. There was a faint smile before he let go of her and quickly turned to wash “something wrong?” come on, I need to know, “no..just..feeling a bit nauseous, let's just get ready, it'll get better after I had some breakfast”. Getting dressed she felt a knot in her stomach looking at him, he had hardly said a word and seemed jittery and nervous, this wasn't just a hangover, this was behavior that looked almost guilty, don't think about it, don't jump to conclusions, drink and drugs do strange things to a person. “Ok, ready, how do I look?” she tried to keep the huge scarf out of the zipper of her leather jacket, he turned like he hadn't expected her to even be there. God, she was too beautiful “like I don't deserve you” he whispered with a sad grin, “ok Leto, what the hell happened last night? Tell me, because I'm sick and tired of all your moping around, come on, it's alright”. His bloodshot eyes briefly locked with hers “nothing happened, I just can't seem to shake this hangover, I told you” there was an annoyed tone to his voice as he put on his jacket as well, “fine, alright, let's go get that breakfast then”. The lobby was practically empty as they walked to the revolving door in silence, she felt her heart jump when he finally grabbed her hand, hopping down the stairs “what a beautiful morning” the crisp air filled her lungs. “Yeah..” definitely not in the mood for talking, huh? Alright, let's respect his silence then, silence is important in a relationship too, yes it is! Both their noses and cheeks were pinkishly glowing as Jared stopped and held open the door of what looked like the fanciest breakfast place in town “after you”. Waiters in long aprons, the soft clang of cutlery against the fine porcelain plates, everyone staring at them as they walked in, ok so maybe they looked a little like out of place, one definitely did, looking like death warmed up and it wasn't her. “No, non abbiamo prenotato” she smiled at the waiter who asked them about reservations, he quickly looked around and gestured to follow him “un tavola privato”, he winked at her, that waiter was definitely a Mars fan, she could tell from the secretly admiring look he gave Jared. “Grazie” she smiled as he pulled back her chair for her and handed them a menu, “for the record, I think I maxed out my credit card last night” she bit her lip, trying to make him smile but he barely looked up from his menu and hummed “don't worry, I'll pay” before he turned his attention back to the list of all things delicous. Ok..right, she continued scanning the menu as well, it all looked so yummy but she just wasn't hungry anymore, that knot in her stomach made her appetite walk right out the door.

”Sorry..I have to take this one too” what was this? His tenth call or so? Sighing she pushed another piece of toast in her mouth, she had barely touched her food, just shoving it around her plate, dry toast seemed to be the only thing she could manage right now. Outside the morning traffic was jumping, a sharp contrast to the serenity inside, she tried not to focus on Jared pacing the sidewalk in front of the window, he looked clearly agitated, angry even. What the hell happened on their way to heaven? Oh come on, it was just temporary, there was a lot on his mind, every second of every hour of every day there was always someone who needed his opinion, advice, attention, just let it go, coffee, breakfast and a couple of aspirins and he would be good to go again. “Why don't you switch that off, they've had more than enough of you while I hardly had any” she hopefully smiled up at him as he came walking back in, he just sat down lost in thought until she put her hand over his “hey” and tried to get his attention. “You've hardly touched your food, eat up so we can get out of here” he dug up his wallet. He hadn't heard a word she said, fine whatever, you detach, I detach! She threw the piece of toast she was still holding back on the plate and threw her napkin on the table, done, she was so done with all this bullshit, so she stood up without a word, put on her jacket and scarf and didn't even wait for him to pay as she calmly exited the room but inside her blood was boiling. She stomped down the street, behind her footsteps came running in her direction “Harper” he caught up with her “why did you walk out like that?”, her eyes were blazing when they met his “oh now you remember who I am! What is going on Jared? Just tell me about what happened last night that got you so distant?” she hissed at him. Oh god, let's not do this here Harper, not now “nothing happened, it's just..” he looked at the peoply rushing by “listen, can we not do this here? I'm taking you back to the hotel” he grabbed her hand tight “I've got a lot to do today”.

Almost out of breath from practically being dragged back, she ended up in the hotel lobby by herself, “you go upstairs, I'll be right there” he breathed deep as he connected another call and disappeared with the phone glued to his ear again. In the elevator she couldn't hold back the tears any longer, things were seriously wrong, there was no denying it any longer, she quickly wiped them right before the door opened, knowing there was always someone present as most of the crew stayed on the same floor. “Harper” Shannon's voice greeted her, “oh..Shannon, hi” she turned, there was a twitch in his jaw she had never seen, like he was nervous seeing her “Jared not with you?” he breathed, “Uhm no..he had another phonecall..”. They were hovering around each other, it was clear there was more to say but they both desperately tried to keep it in “right..ok, I'll uhhm..go look for him then”, he was too nervous to not let it bother her. “Shannon..” she stopped him again, she had to know “uhm..what happened last night? I mean, you and I..we don't know each other that well, but I think you would tell me if something happened last night, right? I'm probably seeing things or I'm overreacting, but Jared just hasn't been himself since last night..he's distant and moody..I can hardly get a word out of him”. Harper couldn't help but notice the resemblance between the two brothers in the way Shannon shrugged and denied the same way Jared had done “nothing I can think of, he danced, he had fun, he's probably hung over, I'll admit it's been years since I've seen him drunk though..maybe he wanted to let his hair down for one of the last times..you know, him proposing to you” there was a strain to his wink. “Oh..yeah..that's probably it..thanks Shannon” she forced a smile and tried to brush her worries off, he nodded and then quickly turned and disappeared inside the elevator. Right, ok..she looked at her shoes, come on, it's nothing, you heard Shannon so stop overanalyzing, taking a deep breath she turned as well and headed for their room, it was times like these she missed having a real friend or family to talk to, the downside of keeping to herself all the time was kicking her in the ass, hard. “Jay” in the corner of his eye he saw his brother walk up to him as he disconnected the call, “I'm busy Shannon, what is it?” he so wasn't in the mood for this, or anything for that matter. “Has Shayla told you about the change of plans for check out? We're leaving an hour earlier, and I'm gonna go straight to the venue when we get there, Jon wanted to test a few things with me” he pushed his hands deep in his pockets. “Yeah ok”, oh little brother you just can't hide anything from me, can you? “oh and I think you need to go play nice or come clean with your girl, because she's definitely suspecting something, that's for sure”. Jared's head shot up “what did you say to her?” he snapped, “calm down, I didn't tell her anything, I didn't have to..just go talk to her, that's all she wants” Shannon looked him straight in the eye without blinking.

He found her kneeling in front of a few bags gently packing up her brushes and oils, “need some help?”, his voice doomed up behind her, piercing her jumbled thoughts, “uh no, I've got this” she let her butt connect with her heels and looked up at him when his hand lightly brushed her hair. “You ok?” she whispered and tried to keep the mood light and suggestive “you know you look like you could do with an amazing blowjob, I'm already in the right position” she gave him a fat grin as she already reached for his belt and fly. Bingo! Finally a smile, come here big boy, let me blow your dick and your mind, all at the same time, a shiver went down his spine, no Harper, no baby don't..I don't deserve you..but then he disappeared inside of that warm, heavenly mouth and all of his objections went right out of the window. Her hands ran from his thighs up to his abs, squeezing his flesh, wet and sloppy noises rang in his ears and with the feel of her mouth on him..there was nothing else, he didn't know where they were, and it didn't even matter, they mattered, here in their own private universe. It wasn't long before he climaxed with a deep groan, but there was no caress, no time to reconnect, he mumbled something as he zipped up again and quickly fled to the bathroom, what the..?? don't doubt yourself, Coco, no don't do it, he's probably still not feeling too well. Sighing she got up off her knees and just when she wanted to follow him, there was a knock on the door, how awkward to let somebody in after what they had just done.

“Harper..hey..can I come in?” Sean already took a step forward so she had to let him in “you already are..What is it Sean?” Harper sighed. “Is Jared in? Because there's something I need to tell you..we really need to talk” he grabbed her shoulders, “yes he's in and why do you need to talk to my girlfriend? you were warned Sean, to stay the hell away from her” Jared came walking back out of the bathroom again alarmed by hearing Sean's voice. “So come on, what do you need to tell Coco so bad? Surely anything you can say to her, you can say to me” Jared calmly said, “I uhm..well I thought you weren't here, so I came over..to tell her that we're leaving earlier..everyone's ready, I just didn't know if she knew..that's all” Sean smiled confidently but the daggers in his eyes aimed at Jared were unmistakably there. “Oh she knows! We'll be right down” Jared walked towards the door and opened it for him again, Sean hesitated for a second as his eyes met hers, was that genuine concern she saw in them for the first time? “Ok..yeah..” Sean admitted defeat and walked out while Jared pushed the door shut with his foot. “Why do you let him in all the time? Still haven't had enough of him after everything he's done to you?” that was one nasty snarl which was completely uncalled for, “all the time? What are you suggesting?” she could hardly believe her ears. “I don't know, you heard him, he specifically asked if I wasn't here, I mean has this been happening a lot lately? Him showing up when I'm not around?” he shot back at her, this time with a lot more insinuation and force, “huh? how was I even supposed to know that he was on the other side of the door? I'm not clearvoyant yet, Jared!” usually she wasn't lost for words, but right now she was. “I don't care, you're staying away from him, you're not sitting next to him on the bus or in a car, you block his number on your phone, I forbid you to even look at him, is that clear?” he yelled at her. “What? You forbid me?..” she instantly protested but he cut her off “Yes I do! You may be too naïve but I'm not, don't let me catch you two together, I'm deadly serious Harper, consider yourself warned” he grabbed his bag and his coat and let the door slam shut behind him.

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happyyunho · 4 years

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you are in love

choi sanxreader. a/n: this is based off the bop “you are in love” by taylor swift so it would help if you listened to the song before/while reading the fic.

it never says “y/n” bc idk i don’t like y/n but it’s obviously readers perspective so it’s definitely y/n :!.&.!,!.

thanks taylor for writing this song that makes me think of san every time i listen to it :’)

you couldn’t hear your thoughts over the sound of the music being played in the club. it was well past 11:30 and you were totally wasted, but that didn’t stop you from dancing to the beat, casually grinding on the unknown bodies around you. your friend dragged you to this joint and, at first, you didn’t want to be there for after a few shots you were ready to let lose.

the attractive boys around you made it very hard to resist the music. you felt a hand on your hip and you leaned your head back to get a look of who it was. a tall, dark haired boy stood above you and his lips grew into a smirk. you mirrored his facial expression as you continued to dance sloppily, swaying your hips with your hands in your hair. as you danced against the boy he lowered his lips to your neck and began to kiss you. being as drunk as you were you didn’t even notice and continued to dance in bliss.

a few moments went by and you soon noticed a pair of eyes on you. one look. the boy you were dancing with was attractive, of course, but the boy, or man you caught staring at you was on another level. he wasn’t boyish, he looked mature with a glass in his hand and a suit on. dark room. not your typical club-goer. nonetheless you locked eyes with him and smiled slyly. he visibly chuckled and walked off to the bar. you were suddenly intrigued and ripped your body away from the boy to follow the strange man. men just, for you.

you found him sitting at the bar, ordering what looked like a glass of water. you took a seat next to him and stayed silent, waiting for him to notice you.

“so.... you gonna tell me why you were staring?” you asked, a quirk in your eyebrow.

the man continued to stare forward as he handed you a glass of water, “Drink this, come with me.”

you took the glass and stared at him, confused.

“my mommy told me not to go with strangers.” you quipped sarcastically as you downed the water.

“since when do you listen to your mommy?” he finally looked at you. his eyes were beautiful, brown and deep. you felt your soul getting sucked in and that’s when you made the decision that would change your life.

it was about six months since you met san, your boyfriend, at the club. time moved, too fast. your romance was a whirlwind, some of your friends said. they all praised your relationship and you always said you were flattered but you knew it was true. your relationship with san was the best one you’ve ever had and you hadn’t even known him for that long.

“ready, doll?” san said as he walked into the kitchen.

you nodded eagerly and looked at your boyfriend. he was the most handsome person you’d ever met and you asked him to pinch you every day, just to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“can you-“

“i’m not pinching you, goofball.” he said chuckling as he grabbed his keys and reached for your hand.

the smiled and rolled your eyes as you took it and walked out the door with him.

you were at dinner for your six month anniversary and san was really treating you, not that he doesn’t normally. he ordered his favorite, beef ramen and you had a simple vegetarian dish since you were on a cleanse. you had since finished your dinner but san was still scarfing down his food. he was talking about his upcoming tour with his band and how excited he was to see the fans again. you played, it back.

you listened to him intently as you watched him eat with fervor. the little noises he made when he ate were so endearing. as he shoved the noodles into his mouth sloppily you giggled, and he heard.

“what?” he said, mouth full of food.

you giggled again and waved your hand, “nothing. continue please.”

san resumed his munching and you continued to watch him eat.

“oh my gosh!” you whined. buttons, on a coat.

you and san were walking down the street laughing as a button fell off of your favorite coat. you pouted and reached down to pick it up before you tripped over your feet nearly tumbling to the ground. luckily, san was your knight and shining armor once again and he caught you.

you placed your hand on his chest as you laughed so hard you couldn’t breath.

“it’s not funny! you almost fell!” he yelled playfully, bending down to pick up the button.

you steadied yourself as san held the button out in front of him.

“kiss it.” he said smiling stupidly.

you blinked in amusement, “what?”

“kiss. it. kiss the button!” he shoved it in your face and you had no choice but to kiss it.

lipstick stained the button as you kissed it and san dropped it into his own pocket.

“there. now i’ll always have you with me wherever i go.” lighthearted joke.

you felt your heart swell and you giggled at your adorable boyfriend. placing a kiss on his lips you smiled at him, “you’re cute.”

you linked arms with your boyfriend as you continued to walk down the sidewalk. you noticed how the moonlight hit his face and caused his eyes to twinkle. the reflection of the light making them appear a galaxy larger than the milky way. before you could look away san caught you staring.

he raised an eyebrow. “do i have food on my face?”

you smiled fondly, “no.”

“then what is it?” he asked, pouting.

“nothing.” it was everything.

no proof, not much. but you saw enough.

you two decided it was getting late and headed back to the car. however the night was still young so you decided to drive wherever the wind took you that night. you talked about your parents and summer plans. you shared embarssing stories from high school. you two talked for hours, driving to no where. small talk, he drives.

“there! finally!” you gasp, pointing to a small cafe that seemed to be open at midnight.

coffee at midnight.

“are you sure? it’s really late.” san said.

“i want coffee...” you pleaded while tugging on his shirt sleeve as he drove.

san rolled his eyes and pulled into the empty parking lot.

you finally got the coffee you’d be craving all night and the two of you decided to walk across the street to the lookout point. you were in the hills, far from home, in a nice dress, but neither of you cared.

you sat on the railing as there was on immediate drop off and looked at the stars. san pointed out his favorite constellations and you listened even thought you didn’t know shit about astronomy. the light reflects the chain on your neck.

the air was cold against your skin and san has offered you his jacket but you refused. he gets cold easily and you didn’t want to be a burden even though you knew he wanted you to be comfortable. you looked down at your fingers and played with the ring you had on. you thought about life and how mysterious it was that you’d found san when you needed him the most.

you didn’t notice when san had gone silent but he had. you continued to look down at your empty coffee cup resting in your hands when you hear your boyfriend inhale.

he says, “look up.”

and your shoulders brush.

you look up at him and he stares back at you with his clear brown eyes and smiles.

no proof, one touch. but you felt enough.

as soon as he smiled at you, you felt it. that same feeling you’e felt for weeks.

you drove home in tranquil silence with nothing but the radio playing and the sound of the wind coming in through the windows. your chest tightened but you felt freer than you ever had before.

you can hear it in the silence. you can feel it on the way home. you can see it with the lights out.

you’re in love. true love.

that feeling was love. you hadn’t realized it before but when san looked at you, that’s what you felt. that feeling. that aching feeling deep inside your chest, begging to be let out. it was love. you were in love.

the next morning you woke up at san’s place to the smell of burnt toast. morning, his place.

“morning sleepy head.” san said as he placed a plate of burnt toast in front of you. burnt toast, sunday. “i tried my best...” he smiled sheepishly.

“it’s okay, it looks.... yummy.” you faked a smile and giggled, biting into the charred piece of toast.

“i was thinking we could go to the park today? there’s a new lookout i wanna go see...” san suggested.

you nodded with you mouth full. “mhph... sowunds goodf...”

san smiled at you, “chew first, talk second clown.”

you swatted at his arm and he playfully returned it. this action resulted in a 10 minutes game of tag around the house that left both of you breathless.

“truce... t-truce...” san breathed heavily.

you nodded, wiping sweat off your forehead.

you were wearing san’s shirt but he insisted you keep it because he kept your button, so you did just that.

you keep his shirt.

“only! only if you promise to keep my button forever and ever.” you said kissing his cheek.

“of course. forever and ever my love.” he replied and turned his head to catch your lips in his.

you smiled into the sweet kiss and pet his soft hair.

he keeps his word.

you felt your worries and insecurities melt away whenever he kissed you. it’s like nothing else mattered, like you were the only two people in the world.

and for once you let go, of your fears and your ghosts. one step, not much. but it said enough.

you neared the park and you felt the cool breeze hit your skin. it was a very blue, peaceful day outside and your favorite thing to do with san was just walk. you two walked everywhere together. the store, the shops, the bookstore, everywhere within walking distance. there was something personal about walking on the sidewalk. it was calming.

you and san passed a tree with initals carved into it and he suggested you do the same.

“san, what if we get arrest for vandilization of wildlife!” you said playfully.

san picked up a sharp looking stick, “don’t worry, i’ll be subtle.

san carved your intials into the tree followed by the date and a heart.

“perfect. look.” san stepped back proudly and you both admired his work.

“lovely, it’s cute.” you said, admiring the tree initals along with your curly haired boyfriend.

san stepped towards you and grabbed your hips, pulling you into a swift kiss. your hands wrapped around his neck instinctively and he smiled. you were too short to reach otherwise so you had to step on your tip-toes to reach his lips. it wasn’t a chore and san thought it was adorable. you nudged his nose and he looked down at you with a twinkle in his eye. it was your turned to smile at him as you pulled away and simply hugged him in the middle of the sidewalk. never wanting to let go.

you kissed on sidewalks.

it had been a particularly long and hard day and if it couldn’t get any worse a text from san pops up on your phone.

love: hey, i’m gonna have to cancel tonight. something came up :(

you: oh.. what is it?

love: it’s nothing. don’t worry about it

you: great. okay.

love: i told you it’s nothing, stop being like that.

you: san. you cancel every other weekend because “something came up.” if you’re cheating, just fucking tell me.

san: are you kidding me?!? i cant believe you. i’d never do that and you know it. you KNOW IT.

you: whatever san. go fuck her, i dont care.

san: fine.

you fight.

it had been days since either you or san had spoken to or seen each other. you laid in your bed and began to cry for the second time that day. the same question replaying over and over in your mind: was he really cheating on you? your last relationship had ended the same way and you were devastated, your heart couldn’t take any more. you were tired of being lied to and decided to go to san’s apartment to get to the bottom of it.

just as you grabbed the handle of your door and opened it, a tired looking san was standing in front of you, poised to knock.

“what are you doing here?” you asked.

“same reason you were leaving. i wanted to talk.” he said and pushed past you into the apartment.

“san wh-“

he cut you off. “please let me talk... please.”

he looked tired and you nodded.

“the reason why i keep flaking lately is because... my mom is sick....” san said, tears threatening to spill.

you instantly felt regret for everything you said. you rushed over to him and wrapped him in a hug. you began to cry yourself as you mumbled apologies.

“oh baby i’m so sorry.... i feel like a horrible person.” you cried into his shoulder as he rubbed your back. “w-why didn’t you tell me? i want to help, sannie, please.”

he wiped a tear off your cheek and smiled sadly at yoy, “i didn’t want to bother you, you already had so much going on with work... i’m the one who’s sorry.”

you smiled at him and kissed his lips, closing your eyes and sighing. “i missed you so much.”

san kissed you again, deeper this time, and reiterated your words. “i missed you too.”

and you talk.

you were sleeping soundly next to san but he couldn’t say the same. he laid in bed, playing with your soft hair. for some reason he couldn’t shake the feeling that you meant more to him then he realized. it wasn’t until your fight that it was confirmed. he hated being away from you, he cared for you too much to be apart for more than a few days. almost losing you proved that he needed you. he needed you for survival.

san laid there eyes glued to your bare back and he contemplated whether or not he should wake you. but he did.

you felt a tap on your back and turned over sleepily to face a very awake san staring at you. his eyebrows were knitted together, almost like he was in deep thought.

one night, he wakes. strange look on his face.

“sannie...?” you said, sleep coursing through your voice.

san says nothing, he only reaches up to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

he opens his mouth to speak, pauses, then says, “you’re my best friend.”

and you knew what it was, he is in love.

“you felt it too...” you say, reaching up grab his hand that rested on your cheek.

he nods.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

you both smile happily and fall asleep again facing each other.

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celestial-neverland · 4 years

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**Thought I'd do a little fun one shot while I work on my other one**

“I now pronounce you”

Peter Pan X Darya(OC)

Darya ran her hand through her hair as she rolled from her bed. She'd been a part of Neverland for a long while now, few years now. It had taken some time for the Lost Boys to warm up to her, hell she was sure Pan still wasn't as warmed up to her as the rest of them. At least that's what it seemed like. He would have Felix, his second in command, be the one to transfer the orders from him to Darya.

The weirdest thing she found though was when she felt his gaze on her. He was always quick to turn away when she returned the look. The way he watched her made her feel like he didn't trust her... But if that was true then why wasn't she off the island?

Darya shook her head at her thoughts and tugged her boots on. She climbed down the ladder of her hidden tree house, making her way to the camp's "kitchen". She smiled as she went into the decently sized hut. Shortly after she'd arrived to Neverland, she had made a deal with Pan upon hearing some of the younger crying for their mothers, that she would become their replacement mother for her freedom of the cages. Much to her surprise, he had agreed. The next morning, there was a kitchen that Pan had created with his magic. Much to Pan's surprise, Darya had used magic of her own to summon various foods and ingredients to fill the kitchen for a couple months.

Strumming her fingers on the counter top, she debated what she wanted to make the boys this morning. Most absolutely loved pancakes. That was the usual go to for breakfast or whatever someone would request. Smiling, she nodded knowing exactly what she would make.

She quickly gathered everything and started preparing a buffet of everything "breakfast" related items. After a good hour and a half, just in time for the boys to wake, she had all the food spread out on some of the extra tables.

As she checked out the display of food she felt a tugging at her shirt. Darya turned to gaze at a small blue eyed little boy named Jean. She flashed the boy a smile and knelt down.

"Good morning, Jean! How are you this morning?" She asked, happily as she ruffled his hair. The 6 year old smiled and wrapped his small arms around her neck.

"Thanks for the yummy food, Mama Ry! Did you make pancakes too?" He asked excitedly. Darya laughed.

"Of course I did!"

Jean clapped excitedly and bounced off. Darya smiled, turning around. As she turned around, she collided with a hard chest. She let out a gasp at the impact, closing her eyes as she waited to hit the ground.

After a moment, she realized that she had stopped mid-fall and had been caught. Her eyes shot open open. Electric blue eyes met dark forest green. Her eyes grew wide as she scrambled out of Peter's arms. She straightened herself and covered her now bright red face.

"Oh hell!" She whispered. "I did not mean to- I should of-"

Peter's eyebrow arched. The boys hushed, waiting in anticipation of what would happen next. Darya bit her lip, as she too waited for his reaction.

Peter's hand shot out and he grabbed her arm, yanking her along with him into the deep recesses of the woods. Darya let out a Yelp as he basically dragged her through the woods.

"H... Hey!! Wh... where are you taking me? I didn't mean to run into you!!" She said, internally panicking. "I'm sorry!"

Peter came to a sudden halt in front of her, causing her to collide once again with her, this time into his back. He turned around, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at her.

"P... Pan?"

Peter reached up, brushing his hand through her dark colored hair. A devious gleam shimmered in his eyes suddenly. “Yes, love?”

Darya looked at him, eyes unable to tear away from Peter. The Lost Boy leader pulled his hand from her hair and took ahold of her chin in his index finger and thumb. She opened her mouth then closed it, repeating the action a couple times before finally clamping her mouth closed.

Peter leaned down, nose brushing hers. “What is it?” He asked, breath against her lips. Darya stood there frozen in her spot.

“I...” She started, trying to form a proper sentence. He waited a moment longer before rolling his eyes. Obviously she couldn’t find something to say, he leaned in closer and closed the gap between them.

Darya’s lips parted as she gasped against his lips. Peter took the chance to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. Her electric blue eyes slid close as he brought his other hand up, tangling it into her hair and held her head in place as though she would try to escape. Darya brought her own hands up, one placed on the back of his neck and the other resting lightly on his cheek.

After a few moments longer, Peter pulled back and rested his head on her forehead. Her eyes remained closed for a short moment longer, sighing contently. “I love you, Dar.” He whispered suddenly. Darya’s eyes flew open and she looked into his deep green eyes.

“I...uh.. You what?” She whispered as if she had misheard him correctly. Peter pulled back, eyes suddenly fully of hurt. He stepped back away from her. Darya shook her head, reaching for his hand. “No! Peter, wait-”

Peter shook his head and turned to leave. Darya launched herself at him, grabbing his arm and jerking him around to face her. Peter growled, yanking his arm back and shoving her hard up against the tree.”You obviously don’t feel the same.” He shot at her, his tone laced with venom. Darya looked at Peter with wide eyes.

“B.. But- I... You didn’t even-” Peter cut her off.

“I didn’t even what?” He demanded, his grip on her shoulder tightening as he shoved her against the tree again. Darya let out a yelp, both of surprise and somewhat of pain.

She hesitated a moment before answering. “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond..” She whispered, head cast down. Peter suddenly looked surprised as he dropped his hands to his sides. “Well..?”

“Y... You surprised me...” She started, head still turned downward. He watched her, his patience growing thinner and thinner by the second. She finally tipped her head back up to meet his gaze. “I... I love you too.” She replied, covering her red cheeks.

The words were barely out of her mouth before he had his lips back onto hers. She let out a soft noise, almost like a whimper against his mouth. She felt him grin as he ran his hands down to her hips, holding her to him as though she was going to turn tail and run with a change of heart.

Darya wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tightly against her. Peter pulled back just enough for a breath and enough to speak his next request of her.

“Hey, Love?” He started, waiting for her to respond. She looked at him curiously.

“Yea?”

“I want you to become my queen.”

Darya looked at him, baffled. “Your-”

“Queen, love, yes. I want you to help me rule over Neverland.”

Darya looked at him before smiling at him. “Is that similar to asking for marriage?” She joked. Peter grinned.

“We can make it like a wedding ceremony if you desire.”

“Wait, are you serious? Are you really asking me to stand as your equal in ruling Neverland?” She asked him, caution in her words. Peter chuckled at her disbelief.

“Yes, I am asking you exactly that. Would it be better if I asked you just be my wife and you automatically become my queen?” He teased. She let out a small laugh.

“Well... I- If that’s how you want to do it!” She replied with a smile. He grinned, leaning in to kiss her lightly.

“Then as King of Neverland, I now pronounce you my wife and Queen of Neverland and the Lost Boys.” He whispered against her lips, kissing her once more.

#peter pan fanfic #ouat #once upon a time #peter pan #celestial-neverland #fanfic #fanfiction #robbie kay

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I am NOT taking the bed, Patton.

Summary: Patton is having Logan over for a sleepover. They’re both gay nerds.

Pairing: Logicality

Word count: 1515

Prinxiety version link

A/N: This is one part of a pair of oneshots that were... meant to be one shots... but turned out much longer... and taking from the summer to now... so yeah haha

This one ended up taking longer than the Prinxiety version because of this originally being shorter, but then we decided to extend it, and finally finished it today, emphasis on FINALLY

This was co-written by @ohbytheangel , who’s really freaking awesome and fun to write with :) @hghrules and @becca-becky are some friends who might like it, @tinysidestrashcaptain I kind of just really wanted to tag you aah

“This is your house. I’m not making you sleep on the couch.”

“Yeah, but you’re the guest!”

Logan shook his head, adamant. “Patton, I’m not making you take the couch. It’s your house. I want to be a polite guest.”

“Well, you’re the guest, and you don’t normally sleep here, so you should get the bed!” Patton crossed his arms. “I want you to be comfortable, Lo.”

“Well, I’d be uncomfortable taking your bed,” Logan said. He sat down on the couch.

“So would I, with you on the couch!” Patton exclaimed. “Come on, Logan, don’t be so stubborn!”

“Why don’t we just share the couch?” Logan asked, merely trying to be logical.

Patton blushed. “Well, I mean, if you want.”

Logan adjusted his glasses, slightly awkwardly. He hadn’t meant to make Patton blush. “I just think it’s simply the logical solution. Neither of us will take the bed, so shouldn’t we just share the couch?”

“I—okay?” Patton’s cheeks were slightly flushed now. “I guess you’re right. It is—logical, I mean.”

Logan felt his face grow warmer than a usual temperature. He was blushing.

He was blushing?

He didn’t blush.

He was an unfeeling creature of logic, and he didn’t blush.

He was frozen.

“So, lemme just go get some blankets and stuff and then we can go to bed.”

It was early, like two-in-the-morning-early. Logan supposed that he should have brought up bedtime a lot sooner, but he had had fun watching TV and talking with Patton. That two-AM foolish courage was the only reason Logan was able to nod and move around in some imitation of usefulness.

Soon, the couch was deemed a sleepable surface, there were pillows and blankets everywhere. Logan supposed that they had gone a bit over the top.

“Ready to go to bed?” Patton asked.

“Yes. We need some rest.”

“Well then.” Patton said, flopping down onto the couch, curling up among the blankets.

His hair was falling into his eyes, and his lips were in a loose smile. He was wearing a soft cat T-shirt and flannel pants.

He was adorable.

“Lo, come on, lay down,” Patton said.

“Right. Sorry,” Logan muttered, suddenly feeling awkward. He laid down onto the couch next to Patton and tried to get comfortable.

“I think that the couch is only made for one-and-a-half people to sleep on,” Patton said, laughing. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s no problem.” In attempt to have the two of them fit more comfortably, Logan threw his arm over Patton, pulling him close. Patton snuggled closer instinctively.

“You’re warm,” Patton murmured.

“Humans do tend to emit body heat, yes.”

Patton giggled, a light, cheerful sound. “It’s nice.”

Logan agreed, but he wasn’t about to admit that without careful thought and creating a mental pro-con list. And right now, he was too tired for anything but soft, lovey thoughts.

Patton rested his head on Logan’s chest in a way so that Logan was able to rest his chin on the top of his head. They had fit together perfectly, like the two last LEGO bricks in a million-piece set.

He loved it.

...okay, it was time to stop thinking gay thoughts and fall asleep.

“Goodnight, Patton.”

Patton moved slightly, and then, suddenly, a kiss was pressed to Logan’s cheek. “‘Night, Lo.”

How was he supposed to fall asleep after just being kissed?

Logan kissed Patton’s forehead softly. “Sleep well.”

—

When Logan woke up, he was lying on the floor, and Patton was nowhere to be found.

This didn’t make him worry until he realized that Patton was supposed to be somewhere to be found, and also when he remembered what had happened last night.

And that was when he started panicking.

Oh Crofters, what had he done?!

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. “Patton? Where are you?”

“In here!” Patton’s voice was coming from the kitchen, along with the smell of something, as the aforementioned boy would say, “yummy”. Bacon, maybe, or pancakes.

He stood up and walked to the kitchen. When he entered the room, he froze at the sight of Patton standing there, mid-pancake-flip, smile bright on his face, his light brown hair messy and partially under a lopsided beanie. His t-shirt was hidden beneath—

“You’re wearing my hoodie,” Logan observed. He was not blushing. He was not blushing.

“Oh.” Patton’s cheeks reddened. “I hope you don’t mind. I was kind of cold and…” he trailed off. He cleared his throat. “If you want it back—“

“No. No, you keep it. I’m good.” Patton looked so adorable in the hoodie, and Logan wasn’t about to deprive himself of such goodness.

“If you say so!” Patton nodded at the stovetop, where he was cooking pancakes and bacon. “I hope you’re hungry.”

“It smells really good.”

Patton blushed. “Aww, thanks Lo!”

When the pancakes were fully cooked and the bacon crispy as a fresh Jim in that one Trollhunters episode (Logan had watched that show with Roman once. His friend cried at the end. Roman got way too attached to fictional characters sometimes.), Patton dished up the breakfast, and they sat down to eat.

Logan took a bite of pancake and realized that he must be in heaven.

“Patton, this is…. adequately good.”

Patton beamed. “Aww, thanks, Lo!”

Logan never knew how to respond to thank yous, so he continued eating his pancakes of bliss.

When all the food had been consumed, a silence overtook the table.

Patton stood up. “I’ll get the dishes.” He picked up some plates and moved to grab Logan’s. Patton picked up the cup, looking Logan in the eyes. Logan half-stood up, just as Patton leaned in.

Their lips met, Logan hovering over his chair. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he heard dishes clattering onto the table, and then Patton’s arm was around his waist, pulling him upright.

He didn’t know what to do with his hands, but he did know that he wanted Patton closer, so he closed his hands on the other’s hoodie and pulled him nearer to him.

Patton gasped softly, whispering, “Logan”.

The sound of a fork clattering to the ground snapped him back to time. He stepped back, already wishing he hadn’t.

Patton’s cheeks were flushed, and Logan was guessing that his own looked the same.

“I—I’ll pick up the glass,” Patton muttered.

“It’s a fork. It’s metal.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Logan sighed.

“Uhh—maybe we should try and talk about our feelings or something?” Patton suggested.

“Feelings are confusing.” He slid his hands into his pockets, in his hair, rubbing his arms. “And tricky.”

“That’s kind of what feelings are, Lo.” He giggled softly. “They wouldn’t be any fun if they were easy.”

“They would be fun if they were easy to understand! And I don’t know, I just—you—you’re funny and nice and encouraging and I might feel something more than friendship for you.”

Patton peered through his glasses at him. He was smiling softly. “I feel the same way, Logan.”

His heart soared. “I’m glad. It would be very strange if we had just kissed and one of us didn’t reciprocate the other’s feelings.”

Patton somehow, even though the two were already close, stepped closer. “Maybe—do you think we could—kiss again?” He was blushing.

He looked adorable.

Logan nodded and leaned forward.

And then Patton’s hands were in his hair, and Patton was warm and soft and gentle, and Logan was cupping Patton’s face.

He never thought he’d enjoy romantic things like what he was currently occupied with.

But his younger self was an idiot.

His younger self never had imagined how good kissing someone could feel, how much fun it was, how there was someone he could trust this much, how much he could desire to know everything about someone, their innermost thoughts and feelings, their entire self.

His younger self didn’t know Patton.

Didn’t know love.

They moved apart from each other, before Logan spoke.

“So. Do you wanna watch a movie?”

Patton grinned. “Can we watch Back To The Future and cuddle?”

“Sure.” Logan’s eyes dropped. “It’s just—I don’t know how to cuddle.”

Patton took his hand. “It’s kinda like hugging but while sitting.”

“Sit-hugging?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Here.” He led Logan to the couch. Logan just let him, his brain muffled.

Patton gathered him into his arms like a fluffy cat on the verge of sleep. “Like this!”

“This is… unexpectedly nice.” He leaned his head onto Patton’s shoulder.

Patton giggled. “That’s kinda the point, Lolo!”

Logan hummed. “It’s good.”

Patton beamed.

Logan stayed bundled in the arms of his maybe-boyfriend for a very long time as the movie played in the background.

It was so nice and warm and peaceful.

His eyes felt heavy, the white noise of Back To The Future lulling him to sleep, the occasional soft kisses on his forehead calming.

Logan would wake up later, but he’d been awake long past a healthy sleep schedule time. A nap wouldn’t hurt.

Patton murmured something in his ear, brushing his hair back with his fingers. The movements felt soft and nice, casual affectionate gestures.

He gradually drifted off to sleep.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #patton sanders #logicality #sleepovers #sabine writes #Sabine Creates #writing with friends #KEEP FORGETTING THE TAG FOR THAT W H O O P S

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