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mesywelch · 4 months

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Don't Cry, Baby | College AU | Chapter 2

Paring: Rafe Cameron X Reader

Summary: Growing up in a sheltered family, safe and secure amongst people you could trust was, according to you, heaven, despite how some tend to doubt its consequences. But you did not expect your safe bubble to pop so suddenly when you entered college - the atmosphere so dazzlingly stark, that it was proving to be a difficult challenge to navigate around. Especially when one of the students gets painfully curious about the new girl.

Warnings: Talks about sex, swearing, drugs, possible smut. slowburn (ig ???) Song rec: Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez Chapter 1, Chapter 2

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"You'll be okay if I leave you for a bit, yeah? Little princess won't get too scared?"

"No."

I had given up on my attempts to get Rafe to quit his tone a long time ago, bitterly realising that there was no point. Rafe knew that too, and so I had to face his smirk one more time before he entered the house, almost immediately disappearing into the packed crowd that I could only get a gist of through the french windows. A second later, a wave of cheers erupted from inside, and I imagined Rafe standing at the centre of it, playing the party like it was his personal guitar.

His stubbornness was truly a force to be reckoned with, and glad I didn't have to experience it again till the end of the night, I, too, pushed open the door and joined the masses.

Ruby didn't live in the college dormitories like most of us, but I didn't expect her abode to be, well, practically a mansion. The three-story building sat in a prime location right beside a beautiful view of the beach, and I seriously debated just strolling by the pretty shores after finding out that this was not the kind of party I assumed it to be. Credit for that idea can be given to the stench of alcohol suffocating the atmosphere and the dress-code-breaking outfits people were wearing. Or, more accurately, not wearing. Men were shirtless, women were barely covered by tiny pieces of cloth, and my cheeks were blazing hot upon being forced to witness such a mass display of skin.

I was somewhat grateful that Rafe had convinced me to drop the blue frock in favour of the one currently hanging on my body because I would have looked like a literal child if I hadn't already. Perhaps he knew how intense the party was going to be, and this was his way of giving a heads-up.

As I walked tentatively, my hands held a small gift bag, an even smaller box resting inside it, covered with gorgeous wrapping paper and topped with a perfect bow- technique I had mastered through years of gifting experience with friends. I also got to use my calligraphy skills; stapled to the bag was a little note card containing handwritten birthday wishes carefully written in ink.

Back in his truck, Rafe had stared and scoffed when he noticed me hugging the bag close to my chest as we drove, throwing one of his comments that I didn't bother remembering. But I didn't let it deter me. Who doesn't appreciate a well-wrapped gift?

My excitement was boundless when the necklace had arrived last night in all its intricate glory. Just in time, too. There weren't any good jewellery stores on the island, so instead, I rang up my mum to buy one back at home from a trusted store I regularly visited. As I walked deeper into the fiesta, I was giddy hoping Ruby would like what I chose for her.

But she was nowhere to be seen.

Music boomed from the speakers set up in one corner of the house, but the way it echoed created the impression of it hitting me from all directions. Chatter and conversation accompanied the explicit songs, and I noticed a group of people on the far right dancing to the catchy beats. Finding a cosy position against a wall near the kitchen, I watched them move mindlessly with a hint of a smile despite being slightly dizzy by the sensory overload. The yellow lighting was beautiful, though, and reminded me of home, a place I missed more and more with time.

As I bobbed my head subtly to the pop music in the background (more like foreground), quickly looking away when a couple on the dance floor got a little too handsy, my gaze settled on a weird sight. Between the shadowy, sweaty crowds, a pair of girls stood, their mouths moving obnoxiously as if whisper-shouting to each other. I didn't pay them much mind. But then their gazes—so intense, they felt piercing—landed on me, and I tensed.

They got closer.

Pivoting to my right, I tried to change positions, but a guy with a muscular build bumped into me, and I recoiled, clutching my shoulder in pain- the same one Rafe's fingers had dug into.

"Ow…"

"Hey, you! You okay?" It was the tallest of the two girls, now merely a couple feet away from me. I nodded hesitantly, looking between their faces. The other girl smiled and reached out to take my hand, but I resisted. "We're not gonna hurt you, bunny."

Bunny? My eyebrows furrowed. Was that the impression I gave to people? A pathetic, stupid, little animal that runs away as soon as you approach it? Well… that was exactly what I was about to do….

"I'm Jenny Marlow," said the tall one, tightening her long bleach-blonde ponytail. Jenny had a very sharp-edged look to her—angular jaw, deep-set eyes, pointy eyebrows—and I got the feeling that she didn't really like me. Gesturing to the brunette beside her, she then introduced. "This is Margo. We're Ruby's close friends."

I returned my name.

"Ooo pretty," Said Margo, but Jenny didn't comment, still staring straight at me. It was not a comfortable feeling, being subject to her cold gaze, something I couldn't help but compare to Rafe's. At least his had life behind them.

I still hadn't understood their intentions, so remained quiet; a good enough hint, I hoped, for them to reveal them.

"You looked lonely." Jenny stated blankly, "So we wanted to invite you back to our table."

I was about to reject the offer, but then she mentioned that Ruby will be joining them soon.

"Where is she, by the way?" Margo asked Jenny, taking the words right out of my mouth.

"Still getting ready upstairs. Go fetch her; I'll take the little bunny over here to the others." Oh, so the nickname's gonna stick. Wonderful.

"But—"

Jenny glared at her.

"Fine."

"Let's go." Jenny grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her as she began walking, confidently striding through the masses, the clicking of her heels audible despite the noise. Her grip was tight—fingers sure to bruise my skin—and her pull was demanding, to the level that I found it hard to stop tripping over nothing. At one point, my gift bag dropped onto the floor, and I bent over to pick it up, tugging at Jenny's hand to signal a stop.

She turned around, her eyebrows knitted with distasteful animosity, and when I stood back straight, I couldn't help but ask nervously, "Why are you being so harsh?"

"You brought her a gift?" She said instead, sneering at the sparkly bag and ignoring my question. She chuckled. "Did you get her a pack of crayons? How cute. You do know she can afford everything, right?"

For a second, I really believed everyone in this place was living in a different universe. In the bag was a birthday gift– what was so wrong with a birthday gift?! Should I have just shown up with nothing?!

"Look at this, guys." Jenny snatched the bag from my hands when we reached a couch, large and semi-circle in shape, jiggling it mockingly away from my grasp. Bottles of alcohol littered the table in front of it—some half-filled, most empty—and food was messily strewn about. At least six people were lounging around it, and, drawn to Jenny's voice, they paused their conversation to scrutinise me, their collective gaze a silent judgement. "This girly over here wrapped this little present all by herself— oh, and what does this say?" She spotted the handwritten card, "'Happy Birthday Ruby! Hope you have a great time turning 20'." The pitch of her voice rose, I assumed, to mimic my own. But that wasn't even how I sounded.

A smattering of weak chuckles erupted from the table, a few aws, and I loathed both.

The thumping of my heart sped up as a sudden wave of sadness washed over me, aligning itself with the pounding beats of the music. The thought that maybe I indeed was out of place—a bunny amongst- amongst… wolves—was frightening. Nothing had ever made me feel this way before. Back at home, no one would even dare to try.

A deep voice cut through the atmosphere. Deep and commanding, somewhat soothing to the ear.

"Leave her alone, Jen." It said, and silence fell.

Grateful at the intervention, I gave the mystery man a quiver of a smile, his dark features draped in a shadow, and retrieved my bag, passing Jenny an unfriendly look instead. Without a single glance my way, she seated herself on the couch, and I followed suit, trying to convince myself that I could put up with this for one night. Everything would go back to normal in the morning when my lectures began.

"More importantly," Started another girl, bringing me out of my wandering thoughts. Sunglasses hanging precariously on the tip of her nose, she waved her palm back and forth as if that would entirely dissipate the established tension, continuing, "Do tell us why we saw you standing on the porch with Rafe motherfucking Cameron by your side."

The silence this time around was merely a poor imitation of suspense. She had delivered the sentence as if it was supposed to hit a nerve, and surveying the curiosity on everyone's faces (even Jenny's), I couldn't understand why they were so fixated on Rafe's presence. Nor did I know why people liked him. Surely, they witnessed the same kind of behaviour that I did. Nevertheless, I fed them an answer.

"His dorm is next to mine. I asked him for a ride."

"You asked Rafe for a ride?" Jenny scoffed, looking me up and down. I could recognise a bitter edge to her tone. "And he gave you one?"

I parted my lips, thinking of a way to reply, but thankfully, something else took up the table's attention before I had to, the silence bursting into a chorus of cheers. I clutched the gift bag close to myself.

"I'm selling 2 for 50, dickheads."

"Don't sell cocaine on my fucking birthday, Rafe!"

In tow with the dialogue entered the birthday girl herself, Rafe's arm draped across her shoulder as they staggered towards us. When Ruby's appearance became clearer, I found myself doing a double take.

Ruby was just so…. objectively, gorgeous. Cherry-red tinted lips, flawless makeup, dark hair cascading down her pale complexion. All tied together in her birthday special: a wine-red silk dress—

Wait, my eyes widened, cocaine?

My gaze snapped to the tall man hanging all over her, only to notice the hint of a subtle mess in Rafe's appearance. His blue eyes were blown out, his forehead glistened with sweat, and his hair was no longer in place, strands of it haphazardly falling over his eyebrows instead. No way….

"If it isn't Kildare king and queen!" Said the mystery man sarcastically, who had quickly introduced himself to me as Ryan when I sat down.

"Or more like boyfriend and girlfriend?" Suggested the sunglasses lady and Rafe laughed, tugging Ruby closer into his chest, who giggled affectionately.

"Shut the fuck up."

I shifted my attention to Ruby when she addressed me, quickly moving on from the gnawing revelation that Rafe had done what he told me he would. And his concerning alleged drug intake. I did not have any reason to care, and so I wouldn't.

"I'm so glad you came!"

I passed her a shy smile, still not over her kind demeanour that was so contrasting to everyone else's. "Happy birthday, Ruby."

Upon following Ruby's gaze, Rafe found himself connecting his eyes with me. He grunted with a twitch of his eyelid. "There you are."

Choking on a random—unsanitised, I added in my head—drink from the wooden surface, he squeezed through the multitude of folded legs and the edge of the table, skipping the empty space beside Jenny (whose first ever friendly smile morphed into a frown) and collapsed beside me, manspreading into my personal space. Ruby had no option but to awkwardly follow him from the other end. I sighed.

"You both know each other?" Ruby questioned as she adjusted her dress, a slight disbelief in her voice, and I returned a dismissive yes, hating being asked variations of the same question over and over again. I was pleased that Rafe didn't bother adding to my response, engaged in… staring at my shoulder? Perplexed, I tilted my head down to see the small, flowy sleeve of my dress sliding off my skin. I hastily pulled it back up, sparing Rafe a wary glance.

As I passed Ruby the gift bag, I hoped for the excitement I harboured from earlier to return and brighten me up again.

"Oh, you didn't have to!"

I waved her off silently, observing Rafe fall back into a lazy grin as he watched Ruby read the card to herself, a flash of recognition sparking in his eyes. Unwrapping his arm from Ruby's waist, he toyed with a colourful piece of tissue I had filled up the bag with, and intensely focused on Ruby's reaction to the necklace, I jolted in my seat when he threw it in my face.

"This is so pretty!"

Ruby's comment of appreciation whizzed right past my head, lost in a one-sided glaring competition with Rafe as he donned an exaggerated smirk, clearly under the influence of something. Let me enjoy the stupid moment, god!

"I'm glad you like it."

When all the girls on the table gave nods of approval too, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the jewellery, I emulated a whimsical grin, bashful at their appraisal. At Least I could win their acceptance in some way. And surprise, surprise! It all went crashing down when Rafe chuckled disparagingly, at the gift itself or at my reaction, I didn't know.

Ruby smacked him in the chest, "You didn't even give me a gift, moron."

"Oh, you want a gift?" He raised his eyebrows, eyes glinting, pivoting his neck that was angled towards me to face Ruby, "Follow me upstairs, and I'll give you the biggest fucking gift of your life."

"Yeah?" Ruby's pale cheeks went red, her eyelashes fluttering. I caught Ryan's eyes from across the table, communicating my confusion, but he merely smiled. What was happening?

"Yeah– baby." My eyes snapped to him, and at his clenching jaw, I could tell he felt my gaze. For some reason, it was odd to hear him use the nickname with someone else and in a manner that wasn't belittling. It made my annoyance at it seem insignificant, silly, because it didn't matter much anyway.

"Get a room. Jesus."

"Let's play spin the bottle. Maybe that'll be a good outlet for this." Added the sunglasses lady smugly.

"Don't tell me it's gonna be crazy like last time." Ruby said, sounding disapproving from the outside, but I could sense a certain anticipation from her. She was still looking at Rafe intently, but he had already moved on.

"Oh, you betcha." Said man tensed beside me. "Everyone's in, right?"

Agreeing nods followed.

"What about you, bunny?" Jenny said, sliding into the conversation after an extended period of silence. And— was I dreaming, or was that a genuine smile?

"Uh–Sure, yeah." I smiled toothily. The game was the last thing on my mind as I replied to her, more fixated on the fact that she may be starting to like me. I didn't want to have to put up with her unsolicited hatred.

Rafe chuckled nervously, a gritty laugh that lacked any humour. He rubbed his nose before bending down, face close to my neck, lips brushing my ear. "… it's not the kind of spin the bottle you probably think it is, princess."

"I don't care."

He grunted. I moved away. He followed. "It's the cock-sucking kind."

I drew a sharp breath. What did that even mean?

"Wha— I- I don't care."

"Oh really?" He turned his body fully towards me this time, leaning forward and getting closer to my face, prompting me to recall a similar image from a couple hours ago. Even though there were people around, my shoulders stiffened, his proximity forcing me to put my eyes right on him despite trying to avert them. "So that whining baby back in your dorm was your twin?"

I didn't deny it. But I had to just stay calm. Just stay calm.

"You know…" His voice fell by an octave. "I can just tell them that you're a virgin, and they'll immediately stop if you're uncomfortable. I know sex is so scary to you." Rafe's tone somehow managed to merge concern with condescension, but the latter trumped in my head. It didn't make sense for him to show concern.

He opened his mouth, going to do exactly what his words suggested, and I grabbed his wrist in a panic, desperation hopefully obvious in my eyes (the tears, not so much). Ryan seemed to like me, Jenny just smiled at me; things were going good. I was slowly blending in with the group, and his announcement would ruin it- it would ruin it all. Like Rafe said. I wasn't ready for that.

"Rafe, please. Don't."

"You're begging now?" He whispered, looking down at where my fingers wrapped right below his intimidatingly larger palm.

"If I have to," I whispered back genuinely, and he smirked, a deep chuckle escaping him. My head gently swayed side to side, so utterly baffled at his reaction. "Do you have something against me?"

"You're adorable."

I gritted my teeth, fighting off tears. Don't cry. Don't make it worse.

"Stop this. Just answer my question straight. You wouldn't be treating me this way if you didn't."

"I'm just teasing you, princess."

"Don't. Let me play this stupid game. Let me be normal—"

"Bunny and Ryan, eh?"

What?

Jenny's voice, coupled with a chorus of unenthusiastic 'ooo's, broke us out of our bubble of back and forths, and when I dragged my gaze away from Rafe, sweeping it towards the crowd that I had forgotten about for a good minute, I saw the head of a glass bottle waver tauntingly. It was pointed towards me.

"I dare you," 'Pleased' couldn't even begin to describe the look on Jenny's face, "To suck off Ryan."

"...."

Rafe's gaze pierced into my profile. My mind blanked.

"Maybe don't scare her off, Jenny." Ryan attempted to interject, sensing the tension. Scare me off—I wanted to cry so badly—like a little bunny.

"Ry, we don't play easy here. You know that."

"You really don't have to, y'know—

"Does everybody do it?" My voice was small.

"Of course they do, they're not pussies."

Staring straight ahead, I stood up, and they all looked at me. Me and my ill-fitting clothes.

"Then I'll do it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, you're gonna do it?" Rafe suddenly blurted, sitting up in his seat. There was a newfound surprise on his face as if coming out of a trance. As if not expecting me to ever comply.

"Do you even know how?" He spat.

I shook my head no.

"Then what the fuck do you think you're doing? Don't fucking go." Rafe was being anything but subtle now, and I couldn't bear the awkward looks we were getting. He held onto my wrist, right where Jenny had put her mark, and I hissed.

"Rafe? Why are you acting so weirdly? You've never had a problem with the game before."

"Babe, what's going on….?"

Rafe didn't acknowledge Jenny or Ruby, and I didn't acknowledge him.

I snatched my hand away from Rafe, albeit with resistance from both ends. I stood beside Ryan as he got up too, a little confused, a little eager. He led me through the crowd in the hunt for an empty room, placing a hand on my lower waist. I flinched. He hovered his hand instead.

Ryan was saying something, but I could barely focus.

"It's probably just the cocaine." Were the last words that reached me from the group before the loud music, louder when you were in the middle of the party, took over. *ੈ✩‧₊˚ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

A/N: idk whats going on anymore. but who cares. Once again, feel free to comment your thoughts! Taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @angelofcigs

#rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron X female reader #obx #rafe obx #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron X you #college au

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halcyon-writings · 2 years

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"Don't do that--don't shut down on me. Let me in." For Claude from 3h pls 🥺

man... man.... the way this mf has me in a chokehold,,, HES HOT AND FOR WHAT

warnings for violence ig bc war criminal school didn’t really prepare yall for actual war /j and hurt/comfort is my jam, reader is not byleth

nav.

claude had been searching for you for what felt like hours.

the battle today had since ended, but as the sun began to set, the worry in his gut only got worse. even hilda, who, despite her normal casual airs, kept up with their friends’ whereabouts, didn’t have a clue either.

his search takes him away from the small camp the group had set up, small blade tucked against his waist while he set off under the cover of the darkened skies. yet, as soon as he did, he realized you had been closer than he thought.

the alliance’s leader finds you huddled against a tree, which in itself was not alarming, but what caused him to stop in his tracks was the blood. ignoring the risks of whoever had made you like this still being around, claude rushes to kneel in front of you.

your eyes are unfocused, but it feels like you’re seeing right through him anyway.

his hands cup your face, “hey, hey, ___, what happened? who did this?” never one to lose his cool, your eyes almost widen in surprise at the frantic tone, well at least you were somewhat responding to him.

anxiety slips away, replaced with a rage that shocks even claude, because whoever did this to you would pay, and they would pay dearly.

“...not mine.”

at your quiet murmur, claude’s focus is back on you again. ”what?”

“the blood,” you say, weakly gesturing to yourself as you lean into the warmth of his hands, “the blood... ‘s not mine.”

despite the relief, claude still watches you in concern, eyebrows furrowed.

“then what...?” he trails off when your eyes finally meet his own. and he is rendered speechless. you look exhausted.

“i knew them,” you say quietly, “they snuck into camp wearing stolen armor and i followed them because i got suspicious.”

claude’s silence is all you need to continue, “we fought, i won.”

“but when i took off the helmet and saw their face... it made sense for them to call me a traitor, i don’t regret fighting alongside you,” you bring your hands to your face in an attempt to wipe away the blood, i’m just- so tired claude.”

you look up from your hands as he takes a seat on the ground beside you, the grass and dead leaves rustling slightly, “i know, i’m sorry.”

whether he was apologizing for having you fight for his cause, despite not even belonging to the alliance in the first place, or having to witness the bloodshed that appeared to be a constant ever since the fighting started, even he was unsure.

you remained quiet, only the sounds of the chirping crickets accompanied you both under the moonlight.

the doubt crawls and settles over his shoulders, not a new development but one claude believed he had been rid of all the same. would you still deign to stand at his side during this war? he wouldn’t blame you for leaving, hell the thought occurred to him more than once on occasion, to mount his wyvern and just fly off somewhere far away.

‘please,’ is his quiet plea watching you close your eyes as the night chill begins to grow, ‘don't shut down on me.’ he doesn’t dare to ask, even in his thoughts, to continue the question.

(‘let me in.’ how cruel, he thinks, to hope you open up to him, to trust him, and yet he still hides away).

“you’re thinking too much again,” you murmur quietly, one eye opened as you lean against the tree, “you make the same expression.”

at this he grins wryly, “just thinking of our options.”

“like what? joining an opera company and touring the world? or becoming traveling merchants?”

whistling at the prospect, claude gives you a funny look, “oh yeah? i always wondered the kind of merchant i’d be.”

“your rates would be just as steep as anna’s.”

“hey! as the leader of the alliance, i think i’d make a great merchant.”

the silence under the moonlight shifts. and for now, claude relishes in the silence with you.

#fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h imagines #fire emblem imagines #claude von riegan x reader #claude von riegan imagines #mine

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joheun-saram · 3 years

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To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 8

Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst.

special s/o to @himbojk, @pars-ley, and @s0seo for beta reading parts for me and easing my worries 💕

As always feedback appreciated. Send me an ask! 💌

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now.

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high.

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”).

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances.

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were.

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you.

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more.

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station.

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes.

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!”

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance.

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny.

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem.

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close!

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch.

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt.

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice.

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through.

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it.

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things.

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.”

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off.

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.”

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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neoraso · 4 years

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royal guard!minho

requested | some gender neutral hc for how he starts to wish he was maybe more than just a guard to you

to put things lightly, minho was the ace of your entire guard

like he was better than anyone …at everything

so originally he was on (your father) the king’s immediate guard

he was nothing but professional and saved the king too many times to count even from like stepping on rocks idk

when you turned like 17 and had to do more public appearances obv u were in a lot more danger so ur father jumped at having minho reassigned to u as the head of your personal guard “nothing but the best for his child”

the first time you met him… he only nodded or said yes or no to everything u asked him n ur jus like ok not much of a talker that’s not so bad ig haha ʕʘ‿ʘʔ

he was so quiet and “polite” for months despite you constantly trying to get something out of him

ur other guards always tried not to laugh bc if only u knew he had like two friends and was generally a pretty serious guy

but one day there was a festival in your kingdom’s central city so obv you had to make an appearance which u were very excited abt bc you only get to go into town like twice a year and THIS was one of those times

being “of age” and that much closer to taking the throne you might as well have painted a big red target on your head to signal people against the throne

everything was going fine, everyone was having fun and you decided to visit some of the booths and musicians around the square

minho was already suspicious of the situation and tightens the rest of your guard without u evenn rlly noticing but like

just as you turned to show these cute little candies to minho to maybe get a reaction for once -

the second he looks at you, someone moves to grab you but the flash of a knife in his other hand causes minho to jump immediately into action

honestly who knows what rlly happened minho moved so damn fast but the next thing you know, ur in the middle of your whole guard squad

looking through the gaps of their shoulders you see minho pinning down your assailant with a blade against his neck waiting for someone to arrest him even though he rlly wanted to just execute the guy right there

the festivities were kind of killed for u after that bc you and your family were rushed back home which u might’ve been more sad abt if u werent in so much shock :<

obv minho was the one to escort you back but like all he said was “you’re okay?” and after u dumbly nodded with wide eyes he walked with you but kept a hand around your shoulder

no one really talked after that which wasn’t unusual for him but in his mind he was rlly like

“?? ok i know its literally my job to protect this family but?? hm whyyyy do i seem to care sm more rnnn??//?” help him sdhskjd

u just looked so shaken up and disappointed and suddenly he was like damn </3 they rlly have no fun in their life and this one time they could was ruined :///

u had to stay inside for weeks after that bc it turns out there was a whole conspiracy to “eliminate” your family line so you waited in safety until the criminals were “taken care of”

minho had everything triple checked around the castle for your safety and secretly made sure you had extra treats and warm drinks sent to your room sometimes with little notes that he had the cook pretend to have sent because lately he’d heard you had trouble sleeping sometimes he’s shy boy aw

he started to realize how much he had gotten used to your smile and your little jokes and the way you sometimes tripped on the corners of rugs. and he thought maybe it was a good thing you guys didnt have many interactions lately because he was way too attached

you on the other hand, couldnt even rlly complain about having to stay inside so much bc you had everything you needed and- you knew it was for ur safety but- it wassss kind of suffocating at times

u tried sneaking out at first ((just to the garden!!)) which obviously was a bad idea bc it’s impossible to get past minhos fcking hawk eyes lmao

he STILL didnt say anything like he would just follow right behind you

n like u kinda huffed but whatever honestly at least it was just him and not 15 other guards like everyone acted like you needed

plus it was somewhat comforting to have someone so solid around even if he never talked smh

one night you sat near the little pond and tried to calm your mind by watching how the moonlight rippled in the water

you can feel him behind you so u just turn around and look at him ignoring how he was already looking at you

“would you at least sit with me?”

he kind of hesitates bc …what if someone tried to come up behind you? but with the sad look on your face he cant help but give in and sits on the stone bench at the opposite end of you

it becomes actually somewhat peaceful until you just decide to ask everything you’ve been wondering n u just blurt out-

“would it kill you to talk with me once in a while? i mean, talk like a normal person and not a machine? i dont bite i promise..”

he furrows his brow bc he’s shocked you cared at all and also he doesnt rlly know how to respond without being like “its not really in my job description to make conversation” but he honestly just thought you were being talkative out of niceties.

before he could even form a sentence you continued,

“i mean- i’m always trying to get your attention. i dont get to meet many people for obvious reasons but my guards are the closest people to me-literally, and i dont want there to be a big gap between us just because of my status..”

he cuts you off before you ramble yourself to death

“i didn’t know you were this troubled by it… i just take my job very seriously and i dont want to risk anyone’s safety for the sake of conversation”

u almost roll ur eyes but not wanting to be rude ur just like “even at home? i know you’re serious about your duties, believe me, i just… i get lonely.”

smthing inside him literally breakkkssss when you say that like u are such a pure and sweet person that deserves to have all the love and friends and fun in the world so he just gets quiet for a second and looks down

“im sorry.” he said it so softly you almost didnt hear him “i’ll be there for you more- if thats what you need. im essentially in charge of your safety and care and i’ll do anything to fulfill that responsibility.”

ok.

well this was good right? so why did you still feel unsatisfied?

“i dont want to just be a responsibility, cant we just be like friends? or…”

you cut yourself off before talking too much again

you had to admit to yourself you had developed a bit of a liking for minho, not just because he was probably the most handsome person in your kingdom, not even just because he saved your life, but he had really been a pillar of security in your life and you respected his loyalty and ambition.

he was more than admirable and everything you wanted as a standard for your kingdom

sometimes you let your mind wander to him getting on one knee and leading alongside you..

no, now youre getting sidetracked and delusional and he can practically hear the gears turning in your head so he stands up and reaches his hand out for you to grab

“of course you’re more than a responsibility to me, come on, lets go inside it’s getting cold.’

taking his hand and realizing the conversation was over, you moved to link arms instead as he walked you all the way to your bedroom door

u slept a lot better that night

from that point on you could not get rid of minho

like everyone was borderline uncomfortable with how jarring his change in attitude was

like he was constantly behind you looking right over your shoulder or grabbing your arm to stop you from bumping into things

even when he wasnt technically on duty he had taken it upon himself to give you little lessons in archery and even some defensive moves to help you protect yourself in case someone wasnt fast enough to help you

your tried not to get flustered every time he adjusted your form and the way you could feel his breath behind your ear

or the head pats when he walked you to your room at night

or his hand on your back when you guys would take walks in the garden

honestly it did not take long until one night you were sat next to your pond and after some comfortable small talk you noticed how close his face was to yours

but he noticed you didn’t pull away even as he leaned in closer and finally just kissed you

when he pulled away and saw your eyes still closed and how soft you looked his heart almost exploded

“i didnt mean to make things weird i just,, couldnt help myself, sorry”

his rushed confession pulls you out of your daze and you’re so happy (a little shocked) but you’re quick to reassure him

“it’s ok, i’ve been wanting you to do that for a while …”

he’s jus like “rlly?😳”

obviously this complicates things a lot and you aren’t really sure if you would even be allowed to have a relationship with minho bc of ur position

or if he would get in trouble for breaking the rules of attachment to u

all of this is kind of racing thru both of ur minds as you look at each other but you laugh after u both start talking at the same time

you prod him to go first so he grabs your hands and says like

“look i care about you a lot, and i know we’re not really supposed to be doing this but if i can be by your side … beyond my duties…i would really love to. but if we can’t, i can survive with just being here to protect and serve you in anyway i can”

he’s so honest and genuine and earnest it shocked u a little

even tho you were uncertain abt the situation as well you knew you had grown a little too fond and dependent on minho that you would do anything to make it work

luckily an arranged marriage was not required for you so that wasnt really the issue, but falling in love with someone not at all royal..? it was a daunting thought how the idea would be perceived

you wouldnt have said anything if you both weren’t completely sure of your feelings; but you really could not imagine being content or safe spending your life with anyone else so you mustered up the courage to ask the king and queen…

when you brought it up to your parents they looked pretty concerned

minho went on the whole “i’ll do anything to protect them and this kingdom” speech and your father just waved him off and was like

“i know u would …. i’ll allow it because there’s really no one better to represent the kingdom and because i want only the best for my child ;)”

u and minho were literally in shock but just quietly said thank u and left the room

when you had privacy he immediately pulled you in for a kiss (maybe several all over ur face)

you had a lot to figure out and many responsibilities but now you had an amazing person by your side to help you through it :.) <3

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 3 years

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A Dragon by any other Name

Hey hey hey! Been a while since a phoenix wrote a thing but i was a pinch hitter for the @ftguildevents reverse bang, writing a fic for @rougescribe dope af artwork that is right here (seriously it's sick af)

Hopefully this fic is worthy of it, so without any further ado please, enjoy.

Natsu knelt in the snow, holding down a shiver that tried to shake his small body. The moon hung too high above him in the inky sky, uncaring in how its cold light shone like a spotlight on him as it guided biting winter winds and the frost to attack him. His knees dug deeper in the ground, trying to focus his thoughts, to keep them from wandering. To keep the cold from scattering them like it scattered flurries of flakes in his face with each heaving gust. His fingers long had gone numb, unable to feel them as they ran shakily over the gooseflesh on his arms. The scarf wound tight around his neck did nothing to aid in his plight.

What he wouldn't give for the warmth of rigid scales, scratchy like bark as they dug into his back when he rested.

Natsu shook his head furiously to banish the thought but the cold seemed even harsher now as the memories of searing warmth and soothing smoke crawled to the front of his mind. He stood suddenly, his young bones creaking much too loudly at the action, eyes darting about the unbroken line of trees. His gaze locked onto a familiar rise above the treetops, piercing yellow eyes staring back at him pensievely with wings like sails unfurled slightly by his sides. The red of his scales painted black by the night.

Natsu hurriedly blinked away the flakes gathered on his lashes, the beginnings of another shiver threatened to travel up his spine. He bit down on the insides of his cheeks, knowing full well what chastising words laced with disappointment awaited him when he took off into the brush. The same words as yesterday, and the day before that. And the many before that. Natsu decided it was better to hear them again that lose to the cold.

Igneel huffed as Natsu came to a stop before him, straightening with his wings folding to his back with a leathery snap. He fixed the young boy with a stern look, unmoving as he hurried to hide beneath his wing to press tiny hands against his hardened skin to sap warmth. He remained silent as the minutes ticked by, the snow piling higher by his clawed feet, unbothered by its presence save for when it started to gather on his snout. With a slight shake of his head it fell to the ground.

"You're mad at me again. Aren't you?" The voice was small, muffled from under his wing and he felt Natsu shy away, scurrying into the smallest corner of Igneel's wing to hide from the scathing words he thought were coming his way. Igneel sighed, his breath swirling heavily in the air. He unfurled his wings slightly once more, enough to see Natsu's back facing him but still closed enough to keep the snowfall from the child.

"I could never be mad at you. Only disappointed at worst." Igneel voice rumbled loud even as he spoke softly, the trees shivered at his words. Natsu flinched, curling in on himself. "That's just soft mad." He said glumly. Igneel couldn't help the light chuckle at his son's logic.

"You are too dependent on my flames when your own needs tending to." Igneel lowered himself to the forest floor, curling his head towards Natsu as he rested it on his forelegs. A mischievous glint in his eye aimed at Natsu's back. "Perhaps I should hide away deeper in the woods, behind the tallest tree. Maybe without me here your inner fire will blossom."

His joke did not have the desired effect he wanted. The small child wheeled around, horror painting his features and his fists clenched tightly, trembling from something other than the cold.

"No!" He shouted. "No no no! Don't do that! I'll try harder I promise! Just don't…" His voice trailed off. He pulled his scarf over his face and tucked himself away once more. "...don't leave me alone..."

Igneel blinked at the unexpected outburst. Silently he chastised himself, tail sweeping guiltily from side to side. He should've known better. Atlas always bemoaned his jokes, said they were in too poor a flavour. Igneel would roll his eyes then. Maybe his old friend was right.

"Natsu." He called softly, nudging the boy with his wingtip. "Natsu, come here. Please." He didn't move and Igneel tried again, praying his words hadn't dug too deep a wound.

Slowly Natsu turned, scarf still pulled over his face, and trudged out from under Igneel's wing. He stopped when he felt the dragon's warm breath on his skin and plopped down heavily on the ground near Igneel's face.

"You shouldn't make jokes like that." Natsu sniffled, voice muffled by the scaly cloth and Igneel winced at the realization that he made him cry. " I'm sorry my son. Truly I am. I should never have said those words to you."

"Yeah you shouldn't have." The retort was well deserved. Though there was an odd hitch to Natsu's words, as though he wanted to say something more. " It's just that…" He shuffled where he sat, curling in on himself as he held the scarf tighter to his face. " All of this is so hard to do. Everything would be way easier if i'd have just hatched out of an egg like you."

"I can't eat fire without it burning the corners of my mouth. And when I try to breath it, it hurts my tongue. My flames don't always come when I call for them and I can't keep warm in the cold like you can. Because i'm not like you." The words tumbled out fast, almost tripping over each other in the haste they were forced out in. He drew his knees to his chest and dropped his head to rest on them.

" Everyday you tell me that I should try harder and that I give up too soon. And that one day it'll all be natural. But I know it won't be. Because i'm not a dragon." He drew a shuddering breath, heart pounding wildly in his chest at the rush of letting all his fears free and Igneel almost reeled from the force of it. Stress and insecurity and anger at himself had laced Natsu's words, digging their way past Igneel's scales to attack his heart. His tail swept across the snow once more, piling it up against the tree trunks. He dug a claw into the snow in thought, the gouge mark deepening with each passing. Natsu rocked slightly, back and forth on his heels, lost in a whirlwind of emotion.

"And who is to say…" Igneel paused, eyes narrowing as he chose his words tactfully. "...that you aren't a dragon?" Natsu stopped rocking and lifted his head somewhat, allowing the scarf to fall just beneath his eyes to Igneel with a withering glare. Bright green eyes were tinged with red around the edges.

"I'm not stupid Igneel." He accused.

"So what makes a dragon 'a dragon' then?"

"A dragon has scales and claws, and fangs and-"

"Ah, but you have those too." Igneel cut him off, reaching a claw out tenderly to hook on the end of the scarf to pull it down past his quavering mouth." You have fangs hidden away beneath those lips of yours. And you have scales." He raised the claw slightly, showing off the end of the scarf that hung limply from it. "As for claws, well you always chew them off but they're there. Strong enough to leave a scratch on my scales in your rowdy sleeps. You are my son, that makes you a dragon in the truest sense."

"Dragons have tails. And wings."

"I knew some with one or the other. Any many who had neither." Igneel responded cheekily. "And those without were no lesser than those with. Only less burdened in a fight."

Natsu snatched away his scarf from Igneel, flying to his feet and staring at level with Igneel's eyes. He dug his heels into the ground. " A dragon's s'pose to be strong and powerful! I'm not! This is supposed to be easy for a dragon cause it's easy for you! But it's not for me! Cause i'm.not.like. you! Stop trying to make me feel like I am!"

His echoed words from earlier stung at Igneel even harder now as he saw the turmoil in Natsu's eyes, locked behind a wave of fresh tears that struggled to break free and run down his face. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip harshly, biting at it without care even as Igneel caught glimpse of the first beads of blood. He only slowed his gnawings then, wincing slightly at the pain while he forced his eyes down to focus at his bare feet shuffling on the ground.

"Natsu…" Igneel murmured. He eased his head closer to the child until his horned snout was just mere inches from his chest. His eyes rounded with softness. "My son… My one and only son. A dragon is more than just the few traits you can see. Or what they came from. Do you really think us so unalike despite everything that we share?" His question hung in the air, unanswered, yet Igneel pressed on.

"What magic do you have? What magic do you train everyday to use?"

"....fire… " came the trembling answer.

"Fire." Igneel affirmed with the slightest of nods. "Fire that I gave to you. Fire burned into your bones, your soul, that connects us both in a bond stronger than blood not only to each other, but to the others before us."

Natsu focused back on Igneel,lifting his head while he swiped a knuckle over his split lip to smear the bits of red on his cheek. "What others? It's just me and you out here."

Igneel smiled, crinkling the corners of his eyes slightly. " My flame was passed on to me from my mother. And she gained it from her mother before her. And the line continues beyond that, with the flame passed from fire dragon to fire dragon for countless generations. They live on in our fires though they have long since passed." He huffed out a breath. Thin puffs of smoke laced with blinking embers danced around Natsu and winking out of existence when they touched his skin.

"You are a part of that lineage. Whether you were born into it or not holds no account, you hear me? The snowflakes that fall around us are all different with no two alike and yet they are still very much the same. Much like you and I."

Natsu curled his fingers around the ends of his scarf, eyes flitting between it and Igneel's face, as if mulling over hiding behind it again the way his fingers tightened on the tassles. He moved forward with an unreadable expression that seemed unsuited for his young face, resting his head against Igneel's dry snout.

"Why is all of this so hard for me then?" He mumbled

"It takes time for an ember to grow to a blaze."

"It wasn't for you though. It's always easy for you."

At this Igneel chuckled. "I'm old Natsu. Very old. I've had my time to make it look easy. But there were times I struggled, much like you. Or perhaps I was worse off." The cold moonlight now dripped through thick, dark clouds on the pair, determined to stay on them and not be hidden away like the rest of the sky. " Far beyond my days as a hatchling I struggled with my abilities. Much to the….ire of my mother." The fire dragon's lips thinned at his chosen words. She was a tough one, with a scaled over heart he would often joke out of range. The love was in there, as he always saw in her blind eyes. But so was annoyance and a palpable sadness at each failure. And at each failure her methods became harsher to get him to a point she deemed satisfactory. Igneel winced.

His tail curled closer to his body at the memories rushing back, the tip brushing Natsu's ankle. "She was a master like no other. Truly. But i'm embarrassed to think that my training methods are a bit too much like hers in some ways." He sighed, nudging Natsu with his snout. A silent tell that Natsu understood, scaling the dragon's head with practiced ease to settle for the night.

"In my haste to see you strong I may have repeated her mistakes as a teacher and perhaps, as a parent as well." Igneel's eyes glanced up at the weight resting atop his head, nestled comfortably just between his horns. "Tell me my son. Do you think I need to change how you're trained?"

He felt Natsu move, sliding down just above his ridged brow. Then a pink head came into view hanging upside down, the scarf almost unwinding fully. " Are you gonna be disappointed if I say yes?"

Igneel shook his head."No."

"Then yeah, you should. And no more bad jokes." His tone was firm with his mouth set in a serious line. "I'll still keep trying hard if you promise."

"I promise." "And you promise never to leave me alone?"

"I never will."

Natsu's lips curled in a small smile, twinging slightly from the cut. He pulled back but stopped himself short, doubt filtering in his eyes. "....Did you really mean what you said? About me being a dragon like you?" He sounded unsure, as though mentally steeling himself for a bad answer.

"Yes. You have no reason to ever doubt that you aren't. As long as you have the fire then you are a dragon like me. One who can be better when you get older."

The snowfall had finally eased, the clouds finally winning over the moon and painting everything dark. Igneel tipped his head up slightly, and Natsu slid back with a surprised yelp. "Now close those eyes and get some rest, fire dragons have to rise early to greet the sun."

"Can't fire dragons ever sleep in?" Came the whispered grumble though he already felt Natsu curling up dutifully. Igneel chuckled, resting his head on his clawed legs. "One day we can give it a try." He mumbled out something more that Igneel didn't quite catch but he didn't press any further into it. The trees were still, the winds having died down some time ago to barely a stirring.

"Hey Igneel."

"Yes Natsu."

"......Thanks, for making me feel better."

"Anytime, my son. Anytime."

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #ftrbb2020 #natsu dragneel #ft natsu #igneel #igneel dragneel #ft igneel #natsu fairy tail #fairy tail igneel #ft fanfiction #writings of the phoenix #man i feel so iffy about writing🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣#i still enjoy it but im so much more anxious doing it vs drawing

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sunsetfanfics · 4 years

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All I Want

(Jadon Sancho x Reader)

Jadon imagine where he really likes you but knows you won’t be with him because of his fboy lifestyle and you always joke about it and he tried to get you or something along those lines please if you can x

Warning: a bit of harsh language

You drag yourself into the break room, feet aching. Tom, your coworker, watched in amusement as you plopped down into the chair across from him, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Tired?"

You look up to see him smile, which you can't help but reciprocate.

"A bit, yeah."

"Only an hour left now, then you get to go home." He replies, to which you nod.

"Yeah, only an hour. You say that as if it'll magically make me feel better."

He shrugs. "It should. You've already worked for seven hours. Plus you have off tomorrow."

"I guess, can you get me a water?"

He chuckles and nods, getting up and walking over to the mini fridge in the corner.

"So, do you have any news on you-know-who?" He asks, receiving a groan in response.

"I think he knows, to be honest. It's not like I'm blowing him off or anything, but his lifestyle just,, isn't for me."

Tom nods, walking back over to hand you an ice cold bottle.

"Thank you." You mutter, receiving a nod in response.

"Well, do you like him?" He questions, sitting back down.

You twist off the cap and don't hesitate to take a swig of cold water.

Once you feel somewhat replenished, you put the bottle on the ground and twist the cap back on.

"To be honest,,," you pause, "I do. I really really do. I just,, I wish he wasn't such a fuckboy. Because underneath that layer is a really kind individual.

"I would date him if he didn't play this,, character. I just-"

But you didn't get the chance to finish as the bell rang outside.

You threw your head back, "fuck my life!"

Tom giggled as he watched you stand up and hurry back out to the desk.

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As the last hour wound down, there wasn't much to do, but you still managed to keep yourself busy.

Once your shift finished, you went back into the break room, saying goodbye to the few coworkers that were in there on your way out.

Nobody knew about this whole 'situation' with Jadon except for a few people, each of whom you trusted with every fibre of your being. You trusted them to keep this within the group, knowing that if it got out your name along with 'Jadon Sancho's girlfriend' would be everywhere.

As you walked out to your car, you got a text from Tom.

'Did you see his new post on ig?'

You instinctively rolled your eyes. What new flex would it be this time?

'I'll look at it when I get home' you replied as you dug your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your door.

On the whole ride home, you couldn't help but think about him. Even if you tried to think of something else, your mind would somehow twist whatever you were thinking about to always go back to him.

Pulling into the driveway, you had finally managed to stop thinking about him, since you were now thinking about what to eat for breakfast, seeing as it was only 7:18am.

You turned the car off and opened the door, practically hauling yourself out of the driver's seat.

Today was the most difficult 8-hour shift you've done to date, which meant you were beyond worn out.

Your sore feet somehow carried you into the house where, no surprise, your best friend was nowhere to be found.

You both typically worked opposite shifts, so you rarely saw each other, but sometimes you could catch each other just as one was returning home and the other was leaving.

Though it defeated the whole purpose of owning a house together, it was kinda nice to have the space all to yourself after a tough shift.

As you sat down, rather forcefully, on the couch, you flipped your shoes off and grabbed the tv remote sitting on the coffee table. You fully stretched out as you turned the tv on.

This was the routine you had grown accustomed to: you got home, let yourself relax for a bit, then got to work doing something else for a while, then went to bed.

As you pressed the button to turn on Netflix for perfect background noise, your phone went off.

You ignored it, deciding to wait till you had the show set up to check it.

DING! DING! DING!

Notification after notification piled up until you couldn't take it anymore.

You angrily dug your phone out of your pocket and looked at it, the screen lit up with even more texts from your coworker group chat.

You roll your eyes and groan, shifting your attention back to getting The Great British Baking Show on.

Once it started playing, you finally read through the texts.

'Y/N!'

'HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED WITH JADON'

'PLS TELL US'

'omg look at his latest post'

'DAMNNN'

'yall did y/n look @ the post'

'idk but 👀👀'

'he looks like a fboy to me tbh lmaooo sorry Y/N'

You couldn't help but laugh at the last one.

Switching to instagram, you check to see what all the fuss is about.

The post in question? No surprise, a few photos of him shirtless on his friend's expensive yacht.

You roll your eyes, "my god Jadon."

Despite posting classic fuckboy photos on instagram, you couldn't help but get a few butterflies in your stomach.

You double tap on the photo, then go back to the groupchat, only for a new text to pop up.

Jadon ⚽🔥 hey 😛

Another eye roll.

'hey Jadon'

'I saw you liked my recent 👀👀'

Uh oh. This won't end well.

'yeah'

'do you like what you see? 😜'

There it is.

'eh, ig. cr7 has better abs, though.'

'sure, for now.'

'right. I'll hold you to that.'

'wish you would hold something else, if you know what I mean 😉'

Jesus Christ.

'haha. what were you even drinking in that photo?'

'something exotic 🍹'

'yeah, it looks it.'

'haha yeah. anyways, wyd?'

There it is. The holy grail of fuckboys. The three letters everyone dreads. Oh no. Oh god.

'relaxing, I just got home from work.'

'really? it's almost 8 in the morning.'

'mhm. I worked 11p-7a. I'm tired.'

'are you still working @ the hotel we met at?'

'mhm'

'niceee. I'll be in town tm if you wanna meet up'

'yeah? who's the new lucky girl you'll bring this time?'

'no one. it'll only be us.'

'right. that's what you said last time.'

'this time will be different. I promise. you off tm?'

'yeah'

'ok. meet me at our café.'

'I have things to do too, you know, it's not all ab you Jadon.'

'damn, ok. well, if you decide to come, I'll be there at 12:30.'

'ok.'

'see you then, boo 😘'

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12:15, you showed up early, as per usual. You were sitting at the table you and Jadon would sit at every time you came, aka the closest to the window.

12:30. You were watching out the window, not taking your eyes away. He was nowhere to be seen.

12:45. He still wasn't there. Why were you even surprised?

1:00. Still no sign of him. You were almost finished with your coffee, and you were getting restless.

1:15. Everyone who had been there when you arrived were long gone, all the tables filled with new customers. You probably looked pathetic.

1:30. An hour after he said he would meet you, and you were fed up. Why did you even bother?

1:35. Nothing. No new messages or anything. You were done.

You walked out, trying your best to conceal your anger. You should be used to this. You should've known. Over an hour of your life wasted.

Just as you get back to your car your phone goes off. With a quick glance, you can tell it's Jadon.

'hey! sorry, something came up. can you do next week? I wanna make it up to you.'

You couldn't believe your eyes. You wasted over an hour,,, for that.

'no, I can't. I'm actually busy next week, and the week after that, & every week for the rest of my life.'

'haha, thats funny. what day can you do next week?'

'I just told you, I'm busy. I just wasted an hour of my life that I could've used doing literally ANYTHING else just for you to say that something came up,, & it was YOUR fucking idea!

'I like to think I'm a patient person, but that just sealed the deal. my god Jadon, I knew you were a fuckboy, I mean, we both joked ab it, but I didn't think it was this bad.

'stop dragging me out like this. just say you're using me for sex and go. I'm sick of getting my hopes up just for you to let me down again. I'm over it, and I'm over you. please fuck off Jadon'

It was marked as read the second it was sent. The three dots would pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. It went on for 2 minutes.

The final result?

'I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you.'

You left him on read.

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The next day you were back at work for a 3pm - 11pm shift. You had told everyone what happened, and they were angry and upset for you. A few were tempted to text him, but you told them that it would only escalate the already tense situation.

Around 10pm, you were winding down. There was only an hour left in your shift, and you had had a relatively slow day for once. And it seemed like it was going to be a normal shift.

You were sitting in the break room with some of your coworkers, watching a rerun of a golf game which you were, for some reason, invested in.

The bell rang outside, and although you were a bit upset to have to abandon the game, you weren't that upset, considering this was the slowest day you've had in a while.

As you walked out to greet the patron, your heart stopped and your stomach dropped.

It was Jadon, standing there with a white box and a teddy bear.

You glared at him, and a part of you filled with hatred, but the other part gushed at his gesture. He really was going to be the death of you.

"Hey, y/n. I'm really sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to keep you waiting for over an hour. The reason why I didn't come was because I wanted to get you this."

He paused, gently setting the small box down on the desk, "I tried to get in quickly and pick this up, but the line was so long, I wanted to come and give it to you, but I figured I had kept you waiting long enough, so I called it off."

You're not convinced, but you wanna be. Every part of you wanted to forgive him,, but your stubbornness wouldn't let you.

He sees your shifty glance and sets the bear on the counter as well.

"I'm so so so sorry. I know I fucked up, and you have every right to be angry at me. But even if you never wanna see me again, can you please open it? Just for my sake?"

"If it'll make you leave faster." You respond, intending to sound bitter, but instead sounding shaky.

"I will. I know I can't keep promises, but this one I will. If you don't want to talk to me anymore, I will respect that."

You bite your lip and nod, looking down at the box and undoing the red ribbon. It looked very professional and well done.

As you lift the top off, your eyes widen and fill with tears. You can't help but slap a hand over your mouth.

Inside were all of the polaroids you've taken, ranging from the first time you hung out together, to a few months ago. There were ones of him playing football, and of you in various places doing a gesture that soon became an inside joke. You used to travel together all the time, you miss those days all the time.

The light blue camera used to take all of these photos was inside as well.

Jadon watched as you looked through the photos, a shy smile forming on his face.

"The camera still works, if you want to try it out." He said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Jadon, I-" you hesitated, and for the first time in your life, you were truly speechless.

"There's a, uh, there's a note on the bear." He muttered, looking down and scratching his neck.

You looked at him, and couldn't help but smile a bit. Only Jadon would do this.

Your attention turns to the bear, and sure enough, there was a note attached to its paw. Gently removing the handwritten note stuck to the paw, you read it carefully, clinging on to every word.

'Y/N,

I'm sorry if I hurt you yesterday. And I'm sorry if you feel that all we are is friends with benefits. I've always wanted more with you, but was too afraid to act.

I put up this fboy facade hoping I would attract someone who would be into,, that. But the one thing I didn't take into account was if I fell for someone.

Because my whole life changed when I met you.

I kept this act up, thinking you would be into it and fall for me, but that's not what happened. In fact, when the exact opposite happened, I was shocked.

Nobody liked the real me. That's why I started doing this, because that's what brought people in. And it worked, because it seemed as though everyone else fell for it, everyone except the one person I wanted.

And if I'm being honest, let's talk about the elephant in the room: we both know that I've loved you from the moment we met in this exact building 3 years ago.

You're all I've ever wanted. You're all I will ever want. I'm in love with you.

I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be with you, but it's up to you on whether or not you'll accept.'

A grin appeared on your face as tears streamed down your cheeks.

You looked up at him, a soft yet nervous expression on his face.

You came out from around the counter and threw your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" He joked, making you laugh.

You look up at him. "On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Stop being such a douche."

"Done. I don't need the facade when I have what I want."

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thanks for reading! this was my first footballer fic & im actually really proud of it! requests are open, and feel free to use one of the prompts I posted before!

this was for you anon, hope you liked it ;)

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eclecticash22 · 4 years

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For the anon asking about the Norma Jeane anon! LD goes into more depth on this.

**Trigger Warning: sexual themes, self harm, suicide**

Also, before you begin reading I want to make sure that we’re on the same page. No judgment is welcome here. Anon doesn’t want to be judged and I do not want to see judgment. You’re entitled to your opinion, but if you have anything negative to say, then I ask that you keep it to yourself. This is a judgment free zone and it will not be tolerated! Thank you for being kind human beings.

Hi this is LD from the Norma Jeane ask. I was gonna answer this in your ask but the letter limit made it hard to explain. I ask that when you post this that my username remains unknown. To respond to the other anon, I asked another psychic on tumblr who I was in a past life. She said a European woman between the 50’s-70’s. Now I’m not sure what made me decide to look up Marilyn Monroe but I did and I just felt something. I’ve looked into her and we really have a lot of similarities and synchronicities. Our childhood is similar. My mother is someone that part of me loves but another part would rather stay away. My dad is in my life, but as rarely as we see each other he may as well be absent. Norma Jeane would go to the beach with her mom sometimes and she’s always loved the beach. The beach for me is one of the few places where all of my worries disappear. I overthink a lot. But being at the beach, there’s just one thing on my mind and that’s the water. ( I’m also the same person that asked you if I was a mermaid sorry😅). Anyway, like Norma Jeane I’ve also been sexualized at a young age. Like her, it started with ppl in my family. Idk i just always seemed to attract ppl in that way. I had mixed feelings about it at first. I loved the feeling of sex, craved it lots of times(I heard that not everyone who has been sexually exposed at a young se stays away from sex and the opposite may happen instead). However on the other hand, I felt dirty for the ppl that I’ve had those intimate moments with. It was never rape because i was never forced. It would just be suggested by a friend or cousin and I would give in. I always had a hard time saying no to ppl. I felt guilty and ashamed whenever I would touch myself( I probably should’ve warned from the beginning that this might get a bit sexual). However, I’m starting to embrace my sexuality and am learning that whatever attracts ppl to me is my own kind of power, so long as nobody takes advantage of that. I’ve never been in any foster home or orphanages but I remember my mom threatening me a lot of times about cps taking me away and telling me I would live in a foster home. I’ve stayed in numerous of different people’s households. Some family members. Some friends who I clung to( I think I have abandonment issues, I get very attached to ppl I like). Idk I was just always looking to stay with a family that wasn’t my own. I’m also very shy now in contrast to my friendly younger self. Despite that I’ve always been told that I’m good with words and speaking. I’ve always loved reading and am good at writing, although I don’t really like writing much. If you knew that Marilyn Monroe loved to read and wrote poetry, then congratulations you know more about her than most ppl who walk around with her on shirts and posters of her on their walls for aesthetic reasons( something that bothered me at first but whatever). I’ve also been into acting. My mom told me that I was good with speaking in public and that I should try it. She encouraged me to join in middle school but my shyness and fear of being embarrassed or made fun of prevented me from doing that. I tried out tho in high school. Although that was short lived because the theatre teacher left, she told me that I was good and I enjoyed acting very much. Animals are something else that I really loved. I always wanted a dog, but because I’ve lived in apartments almost my whole life, I always ended up with fish, which was probably a sign from my higher self that I was a mermaid but that’s a different story. I’m sorry I’m all over the place and I keep losing track. There’s just so many things to cover. Los Angeles is another place I’ve been interested in going to. Specifically Sherman Oaks. That’s because I had an obsession with the late Cameron Boyce, who now that I look back on had a few things in common with Marilyn Monroe, such as height, where he lived, being an actor, writing poetry, and dying at such an untimely age. My walk is something else that I think we have in common.

This doesn’t happen often because it’s not really noticeable, but every now and then someone would point out how I would twist or how my hips would sway whenever I walked. My mom looked at me funny once when I was younger when I walked in front of her. This is because I’m a guy. A bisexual guy specifically, which makes sense since Marilyn has been with many men. Maybe she’s been with a few women as well, or maybe I’m fully gay and just won’t accept it yet idk. I’ve always been feminine as well. I don’t identify as a woman, but I do feel like one lots of times. I’ve also been told a few times that i should be a model, mainly I think because of my long legs. A trait Marilyn also had. Maybe because of my face too but I don’t think I’m THAT good looking. Then again, there were ppl who didn’t find Marilyn attractive enough either. I’ve also been in a mental hospital once. I’ve had suicidal thoughts and even tried it a few times. I’ve seen a therapist, and right now, with how I’ve currently been feeling I wonder if I’m bipolar. I also suffer from insomnia and anxiety. Again, if you know more about Marilyn Monroe than just looks and glamour than you’ll understand. I also love the 50’s aesthetics. Although I’m a fan of the 80’s and 90’s as well so ig that probably doesn’t mean much. I love roses and been interested in gardening. I’ve also always wanted to live in one of those Spanish homes. I always found them beautiful.I love love. I love men, I love children. I have a lot of fantasies. Part of those fantasies are of being with various men(I’m not getting into details). But other fantasies involves being with a secure, fun, intelligent man who really loves me and having children. Which is weird since I’m a guy but Marilyn has always wanted to marry with a man she really loves, have kids, and be a good wife. After she settles down and retires from her career ofc. It hurts me so much that none of my relationships seem to last. They always leave. I’m currently trying to recover from a “break up” right now. I’ve determined my beauty and value based on how many guys are attracted to me, which is cruel and untrue. There are times when I feel like I can’t really live and be happy without someone by my side. I have a huge fear of being alone and rejected and unhappy my entire life. Just the thought depresses me. I can’t express enough how much I’ve loved and gotten attached to boys, thinking I would be loved back and live a life together, only to be heartbroken. I think in this life, I have to learn lessons that I didn’t learn in my past life to not depend so much on men to keep me happy and that I shouldn’t get so attached. Not all relationships are forever. There are probably more similarities but that’s all I can think of for now, and this is long enough already. Now, even with all of these similarities it still doesn’t prove that i was Marilyn Monroe. I’m pretty sure a lot of ppl can relate to most if not all of what I just said. So I went to you Ash to ask if Joe DiMaggio was my twin flame in my past life(yes that was me too Ash I’m so sorry). I feel like Marilyn and Joe were twin flames in that life and I’ve had dreams of this guy who looks very similar and have similar characteristics to Joe. When you told me Joe DiMaggio was in fact my twin flame, I saw this as another confirmation that I could’ve been Marilyn Monroe in a past life, however I still couldn’t be 100% sure so I decided to just pop the question I really wanted. I asked Ash if I was a girl named Norma Jeane. I didn’t feel comfortable saying Marilyn Monroe because I didn’t want to be seen as those egocentric nut jobs who claim to be the reincarnation of famous ppl. I also knew less ppl would know who Norma Jeane is compared to if I put Marilyn Monroe. In fact it’s these very reasons why I’m hoping that what I’m telling you doesn’t get out of hand. I don’t like TOO much attention and I don’t want to be backlashed for believing in this. Speaking of which, Marilyn also

Didn’t like all of the attention and invasion of privacy a while after being famous. She would walk around in “disguises” and give fake names whenever she checked into hotels. Which is somewhat similar to things I’ve done before. Marilyn and I both seemed to be secretive and enjoy our privacy. Not that we weren’t honest or open, it’s just not everyone needs to know everything you know. Also I’ve always said that I wanted to die in my sleep. I’ve always said that because I wanted to die a peaceful and painless death, not knowing that I did die in my sleep in my past life. Anyway, yeah so I asked if I was Norma Jeane and I got a yes, which was a relief. I’m sorry anon that this probably what you wasn’t looking for. I didn’t have any psychic moments. I didn’t have any dreams or recall any memories. Marilyn Monroe didn’t appear to me and tell me that I was her in a past life. Everything that I learned is only due to research, signs, intuition, and these two lovely and helpful tumblr psychics that I mentioned. Ofc part of me will always have doubts whether or not I really am Marilyn Monroe. It’s only natural to have doubts. Just like how I have my doubts if I’m really a mermaid in the astral or spirit realm or afterlife or whatever you call it. But until I get proof that I’m not Marilyn Monroe or a mermaid or that Joe DiMaggio wasn’t her twin flame, I will go on believing these things to be true or at least a possibility. But I’ll never be 100% sure until I’m dead. This has honestly been painful to talk about considering I’m bringing up not only my past life but also my past in THIS life, which some of it still hurts. But it’s been nice sharing this. Thank you❤️.

*Hey, LD! Thank you for sharing your story. And no need to apologize for asking about being a mermaid or Joe DiMaggio! I’m happy to answer your questions ❤️ ❤️ *

#LD

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benhardypout-archive · 5 years

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Forehead Kisses

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Joe Mazzello

Rating : T

“Inspired from Joe’s (ig post) picture of Ben kissing his temples. This is also for the anon who asked some fic of them reuniting in Belfast. Forgive me, if this is all i can write. But i hope you like it despite its shortness.”

“I got an idea, Ben!”

Joe was idly scrolling through his phone, lazing on the couch in the hotel room Ben was staying in at Belfast.

Ben was seated on the full sized bed with a script in hand for his new upcoming show. He brought his attention to his friend. “What?”

“Well, let’s… uh... take a picture.” Joe narrowed his eyes at him as if thinking. And Ben knew that he’s onto something whenever he does that look.

“What are you up to?” He placed the script down.

“I’m actually thinking of making Gwil jealous.”

That statement was enough for Ben to get off the bed and he went to sit beside Joe. The ginger scooted over to give him enough space to fit in, and they ended up just staring at each other. The silence soon became quite unbearable, and Ben almost got lost gazing in his hazel eyes..

“Seriously, Joseph?” He feigned disgust despite it being somewhat true because they didn’t even have to do this to show Gwil who he really wanted. He could give all his attention to him without him asking at all. That’s why sometimes he just wanted to shout and tell Joe: ‘Stop this! We know you’re the one I want, Joe!’ But, instead, he found himself saying. “Okay, what is it?”

However, he’s actually against playing the ‘make-the-other-jealous’ game, yet he noticed that it’s one of the easiest ways to get Joe’s attention. So he became willing to play it along with Gwilym if it meant making Joe jealous. And now it’s working. Well, it always worked. Joe wanted his attention again, to show Gwilym, even in a playful manner, that he originally belonged to Joe and Joe had always been his. But on the downside, he wasn’t sure whether Joe was doing this because he really wanted him and his attention or it’s all just nothing but purely fun and games to him.

“Kiss me.”

Time stopped for Ben in a second.

They didn’t even have to make it into a game for him to do that because he had been craving to kiss him, and anywhere. Including his nose if he could. And soon his heart started to race as his eyes moved down on Joe’s lips.

“... on the forehead or cheeks. Y’know, just some innocent kiss?” Joe continued, shrugging his shoulders.

Oh. Ben raised his brows as he sighed heavily. He almost forgot that this was all just to make Gwilym jealous. “All right.”

Then they began to position themselves as to how they would play it. Watching the smile appear on Joe’s face never failed to make Ben weak. He couldn’t resist him after all. And soon he’s all fired up and willing to do this with him.

“Okay get ready.” The ginger said, focusing the front camera on them. “One…” he started counting and, “...two”, then on his third, Ben held his breath and leaned in, closing his eyes as he planted a chaste yet sweet kiss on his temples with a smile which he couldn’t hide. He felt electricity surged through his body and his heart never slowed since then, but only beat even faster. Joe’s familiar scent was all over him, and he didn’t know how much longer could he keep himself from grabbing his face and—

“Done.” Joe’s voice echoed through the stillness of the room after taking the shot, placing his phone down. But Ben didn’t finish there, and out of impulse, he gently held Joe’s face and trailed soft yet very slightly wet kisses from his temples down to his cheeks.

“Ben—” Joe giggled.

Ben stopped, and stayed there, breathing heavily as he slowly let go. “I’m sorry but I've been meaning to do—hmmm.” He was suddenly interrupted by Joe’s soft lips, and feeling his stubble tickling his skin. And he at once took his lips, kissing him passionately, and cupping his hands on his face. Ben never felt like home. It meant to be this way. It had always been.

Then slowly their kisses became fervent and he moved his hand from Joe’s neck, to the back of his head and caressed his soft hair. He invited his tongue in his lips and the ginger welcomed it in, and he started to explore inside his mouth, taking in his taste. Then he felt Joe’s slender hands wrapped around his neck, and he started stroking it which made him crazy, so he kissed him even more. They let out breathless gasps as they couldn’t find the will to stop any sooner. He felt like his chest was going to burst out of feeling so high from this frenzy.

Later, they just broke out, giggling breathlessly as they went to catch their breaths. They’re leaning onto each other’s foreheads with their eyes still closed, pursing and licking their lips, savoring the taste of each other.

“What have we done?” Joe said, still out of air.

Ben fluttered his eyes open, leaning away slightly to stare at his friend who looked beautiful smiling breathlessly like that with his eyes still closed. And he couldn’t help but plant another meaningful kiss on his lips.

Joe slowly blinked his eyes open and stared at Ben lovingly.

A broader smile couldn’t help but to spread on Ben’s. “Yeah, what have we done.”

If there was one thing that made sense, it felt right. He wrapped an arm around Joe’s shoulders and pulled him closer into his chest. And the ginger willingly collapsed against his body.

Why did you kiss me? Ben wanted to ask. It could only mean one thing. But he hesitated because he might ruin this almost perfect moment. Things were still too complicated for them and he found himself satisfied with what they have. His brace tightened around Joe as he basked in his presence. The thought of him running away scared him the most. Maybe some things didn’t need to be answered at once, or perhaps never at all.

Ben, with gentle movements, reached for Joe’s chin with his fingertips and tilted his head slightly up. Then he leaned down and planted a long and sweet kiss on his forehead hoping it would convey the three words he always wanted to say.

#hardzello #ben hardy #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #rami malek #harzello #ben hardy x joe mazzello #brotp #ship #borhap fic #*drabbles #*writings #*hardzello #*request #otp:ohbabyandiknowyou #*2019

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cncoh-damn · 5 years

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Competition

Summary: In which you wind up on a group date, much to your chagrin. Damn it, Elodie.

Word count: 3,882

Google translated Spanish ahead, so it won’t be the most accurate. Oops.

When Elodie burst into your room on a nice Saturday morning, you simply hummed in greeting. This was the norm; the oldest of your group walking into your room to make sure you didn’t drown yourself in school work that wasn’t due until next month, at the very least. But when Alexandria, Kiana, and Kiara all filed in after her, a mild feeling of unease settled in your stomach.

Alexandria you could understand, what with her and Elodie being morning people on top of extroverts. What didn’t make sense were the twins, especially Ara. Kiana woke up on a normal time during the weekends, never too early and never sleeping in, unlike her twin. Ara, like you, stayed up until the wee hours of the morning… Or until she passed out on her bed, Netflix pulled up on her laptop.

The unease grew some more when you noticed the familiar black kit in Elodie’s manicured hands, one that you only ever saw when they had a date to get ready for. You rarely saw it in your room, what with your hermit-like tendencies keeping you from socializing as much as your friends did. That, and school was difficult enough without you editing music videos every now and then, so it’s not as if you had the time to go on dates even if you did want to. You didn’t, but that never stopped any of them from trying to set you up with someone.

“Up, up, (Y/N)!” Alex chirps, yanking your blanket off and sending you tumbling over to the edge of your bed. (E/c) eyes squint at them, your mind still trying to figure out what they were up to. And why they all seemed to be fully awake, despite the fact that they were out for most of the night.

Kiara and Kiana moved over to your closet, picking through the clothes inside as Elodie began to spread her makeup, brushes, and sponges on your just-cleaned desk. Meanwhile Alex took the liberty of hauling you out of bed, shoving you in the general direction of your bathroom with a smile too cheery for this time of day, and your suspicions only grew. You’re about to open your mouth to ask exactly what the fuck was going on but thought better of it; if they were planning something, they’d tell you when they wanted to.

In hindsight, that probably wasn’t your best idea.

Ten minutes later had your teeth brushed and face washed, (h/c) hair still a mess as you didn’t bother to bring a brush or comb with you into the bathroom. In that span of time, your best friends already had the barest hints of makeup on (not too much though, just a layer of BB cream and gloss for Elodie and Iana, and simple, but perfect eyeliner on Ara and Alex), and all of them turned to you with expectant looks on their faces.

“Really?” Ara says, walking over to you and picking up a lock of your hair, her nose scrunching up in disgust when she realizes you didn’t bother to shower.

“What?”

“Get back in there and shower, (Y/N), we’ve got somewhere we need to be,” Alex pipes up from your bed, several accessories spread out in front of her. Elodie tosses a towel at you before you turn around, and Iana passes you a comb from your vanity-turned-extra workspace just as you entered your en-suite bathroom. Seeing as you had no choice but to do so (either you showered of your own volition and with privacy or one of them came in and made sure you showered), you slide the glass door open and step inside, warm steam quickly filling the bathroom as you cleaned yourself up. Another fifteen minutes pass before you re-emerge from the bathroom in nothing but your underwear and an oversized shirt you stole from the impressive stash of shirts Ara stole from her exes. Yeah, let’s not talk about that.

You didn’t get much of a chance to speak after you left the bathroom, Elodie steering you towards your vanity and working on your makeup; BB cream and a light application of lip stain on both your lips and the apples of your cheeks. By this point you’d relaxed somewhat, knowing that the light makeup only ever got applied when the five of you would have a meal outside the comfort of your shared house. Mistake number two, right there, folks.

Whilst Elodie sprayed a bit of setting spray onto your face, Ara finishes up with the hairdryer, teasing some of your (h/c) hair into a small braid on the side of your head. With your hair and makeup done, Iana nudges you towards your bed, where one of your sundresses lay. You relax some more, glad that they didn’t pick an entire outfit for you. That only ever happened when they were dragging you along on a double or group date.

Soon, the five of you piled into Alex’s Volkswagen. For the first time in several months, Elodie wound up behind the wheel, and you took your usual place in the front seat. Ara sat between her twin and Alex in the back, and with the aux cord plugged into your phone, Elodie pulls out of the driveway as Northern Downpour began to play.

It’s a short, ten minute drive to the café you promptly claimed to be one of the best study spots in the city, and by then, you were starving. But your version of the girl code included waiting for the DD to park before any of you could go inside, so you did. With much grumbling (Alex) and mumbling (you and Ara), that is. Once the car’s parked, none of you waste any time in getting out and making your way to the café.

One thing you weren’t expecting, however, is for them to walk past your usual booth and move to one of the longer tables at the back. That’s when the feeling of unease came back, and it only grew stronger the more you followed your friends.

“What the shit,” you mumble, eyes widening when your gaze falls on the guys. Your eyes grow bigger when Elodie moves to greet Chris and plop a kiss on his cheek, before she turns to the rest of you.

“So you guys know them, but for formality’s sake—” Even if it was kind of rude, you couldn’t help but cut her off.

“You guys know each other?”

“Si,” Chris says, grinning. “Nos conocimos en el club anoche, y ella mencionó que ustedes dos eran amigos.” At this point, you were ready to steal the keys and go back home, preferably to bury yourself in blankets whilst you ate all of the cereal. But really? You kind of did miss the guys, even if this wasn’t how you wanted to hang out with them again.

With nothing that you could really do, you shrug and take the seat across Erick, failing to notice the way he immediately grins when you do so. Breakfast goes by without much incident (except for when Chris laughed so hard you thought he was going to snort his drink out of his nose), everyone had their own conversations with their friends but didn’t ignore the other group either. Of course, your hopes of just being here for breakfast promptly get defenestrated when Chris and Elodie stand up, matching grins on their faces.

“So, since Chris here told me you guys are here for a couple of days, we were wondering if you guys wanted to turn this into a group date or something?” While everyone else seemingly agreed, you sat there, a little annoyed at yourself for not seeing this coming. Honestly, even if you did say no, it’d be the nine of them (maybe eight, if Zabdiel wanted to sleep some more) against one of you.

And that’s how you unwillingly found yourself in Alex’s Volkswagen once more, Elodie behind the wheel again as she drives to the biggest arcade in the city. Oh well; it was a small comfort that you’d be going there. Maybe this time you could win a Switch with the tickets you’d get or something similar. Then again, depending on which of the guys you decided to team up with, you might not.

CYOA: Pick Your Boy

Christopher Velez:

aight so Chris and Elodie have been planning this for a while

like maybe a month? but they really did meet at the club last night. just not for the first time though.

ANYWAY

when y’all got to the arcade, Christopher was pretty quick to team up with you

he didn’t even wait for Elodie to explain what was going to happen; he knew they planned to make this into a competition of sorts to score the most tickets

and since Elodie might have told him you had a penchant for emptying every game of their tickets… it’s natural he wanted to team up with you

meanwhile, you were just a little shookt when Chris dragged you with him to grab your tokens, but then he explained why

(Y/N)’s competitive mode? Switched the fuck on.

he’s not the most competitive of them really, but he honestly wanted a chance to beat the other guys, so yeah

you? the second y’all got your tokens, you dragged him off to the crane games that give tickets as prizes.

the two of you probably spent half your tokens there

shockingly, he’s really good at crane games, so you two made quick work of it.

Chris just starts laughing at some point and you have no idea why but his laugh is too infectious, so you wound up laughing too

Alex and Zabdiel find you two because you’re laughing so hard, and they both notice the tickets you two got.

at least it wasn’t Richard who saw; he’s competitive as hell

so with half your tokens gone and a lot of tickets in hand you two figured you had enough

so the rest of the time you just went around and tried different games, occasionally beating high scores here and there

Chris also might’ve filmed some parts of the day and posted it to his IG story. tagging you ofc

needless to say, when you checked your phone later, you had way too many IG notifications.

in regards to the competition, you two came in second place. Richard’s just too competitive, BUT he wasn’t able to empty any of the machines out like you did. not that you cared; you had fun.

“We should do this again. If you guys are down for it, y’know?”

“We’ll win next time, nena.”

bonding time with Christopher was fun. you two spent most of your tickets on food though, even if they cost a lot of tickets.

bonus: you still remained oblivious to any flirty comments he throws your way, though you toss him a compliment here and there.

Richard Camacho:

all you wanted was to chill and play games, maybe win a lot of tickets while you’re at it, BUT NOOO

Ara had to humblebrag about your “killer game skills”

and then Elodie and Chris said this was a competition

so Richard decided he was going to team up with you bc he wanted to win

things were going well for the first hour or so

until…

“Yo shawty, we should make a bet.”

“Uh what…?”

“Let’s see who can get more tickets between the two of us.”

and that’s how you two split up, Richard to who knows where, and you to the games you knew you could empty out.

ofc, you two swapped numbers so you two could decide where to meet up later

I feel like richuki would go straight to the basketball game and get lowkey disappointed when it doesn’t give as many tickets as he wanted them to

or he might be pissed, idk

ANYWAY. he wanders around for a bit after that and accidentally finds you in front of those ball drop games where you push a button and hope the ball falls into the jackpot. you’ve been there since you two split up, but he didn’t need to know that.

not like you had to tell him tbh, the tickets piled by your feet said enough.

“Did you hit the jackpot yet?”

“… No.” You did. Twice.

on one hand, he’s impressed that you got so many tickets, but on the other hand, he realizes he’s going to lose the “bet”, as one-sided as it was.

so he parks himself by the machine next to you and starts shoving tokens into it. he’s not gonna lose to you that easily.

by the time you both run out of tokens, he’s hit the jackpot once, and you’ve won all the tickets that the machine had to offer. only problem is you’re stuck.

“Richard?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re stuck.”

you two spend thirty or so minutes fixing the tickets so you two could get out, and when you’re done, it’s time for you guys to get your tickets counted.

when the staff see the two of you, they just groan. you definitely emptied at least one game of its tickets, and it looks like Richard came pretty close too.

surprise, surprise, you two won.

you got yourself a huge stuffed toy to celebrate.

Richard got a GoPro with his tickets.

and that’s how you witnessed his competitive streak first-hand. you’re hoping it’ll be the last time, even if he did save a token so you two could have a dance-off. you declined, but you were content to watch him kill it on the mat.

Zabdiel de Jesus

from previous experience, you knew he was the chillest. it’s the main reason why you just kind of waddled (but not really) over to his side after Chris and Elodie explained that this was a competition.

while everyone made a mad dash for the counter to get their tokens, you two just stared at each other for a bit. kinda awkward, until you started strategizing.

“Que quieres hacer primero?”

“No tengo ganas de competir.”

and that’s how you two came to an agreement that you’d just go for the chill games.

Zabdiel picks a game, you pick a game. essentially, you two take turns in choosing games

but then you see Guitar Hero, and you point it out to him bc it was his turn to pick

“¿Podemos jugar eso más tarde?“

“No veo por qué no podemos jugar ahora.”

you went from somewhat nervous to happy and excited in .00001 seconds

ngl, you two demolished all the high scores there

afterwards, you two decided to play all the rhythm games

and a couple of crane games too

he didn’t get anything from the crane games ("Está amañado.”)

but you gave him half of the stuff you got

by the time Ara looked for you two, you had way too many plush toys.

this was probably the first time you didn’t get any tickets from any of the games. not that it bothered you.

definitely the calmest arcade trip you’ve been on, all thanks to Zabdiel.

you tell him as much, and he blushes bc he’s a little embarrassed.

“Eres como el hermano que nunca tuve,” you tell him while you two walked back to your respective groups.

he was a little shook

no idea how to reply to that

but it made him smile. you know that little smile where you see his cute little dimple? that kinda smile.

in the back of your mind, you’re like whoa. his dimple is adorable.

this is basically what pushed you to privately refer to him as a teddy bear.

you guys lost, ofc, bc neither of you bothered to win tickets

but you had the most prizes, something you rubbed into Elodie’s face.

before you parted ways, you went around to hug all the guys, but Zabdiel’s hug lasted a split second longer.

that was so you could slip a teddy bear keychain into his pocket. a souvenir of sorts, from you to someone you quickly began to see as an older brother.

Joel Pimentel:

let’s just get this out of the way: you two are sass-masters.

so half the time, you’re sassing one another.

literally not five steps after grabbing your tokens, you two are sassing and pseudo-roasting like the world’s about to end.

it gets worse when you two pass by the basketball game; you start trashtalking each other in between each ball that goes in.

you’re not good at basketball, just decent enough to pass PE back in elementary when you had to play it.

Joel’s more of a futbol player, but he’s better at it than you are.

by the end of it you two have a total of twenty tickets and more sassy remarks to come.

“What next?”

“You wanna try the balldrop ones?”

you two race to the next games you plan to try. unfortunately for him, this is your turf, so it’s easy for you to win the mini-races.

unfortunately, Richard is at one of the two machines, so you and Joel take turns.

you might’ve pulled a bit of a Christopher and took a video of Joel for your IG story.

the caption was probably smth like “lol look at this noob” because he had a hard time the first few tries.

of course you tagged him

he only saw it when your turn came along, and he’s like “hell no”

so he decides to take a video of you too, but the thing is, you’re killing it on the game

poor joelito, not getting a chance to roast you back on ig :((

but he still posts the video tho. no caption, just tagged your account.

you guys get a decent amount of tickets; not really emptying it out, but not winning just one or three tickets per turn.

soon enough, he kinda gets bored though, so you suggest one of the racing games

the trashtalk happens again, and you two snark each other when the other pulls ahead in the race

“Best two out of three?”

Joel wins.

“Three of five.”

You win.

“Five of seven.”

He wins.

it goes like that for several rounds until he complains that his ass was getting sore. you barely even noticed, but you agree to get off the chair and pick a different game.

he picks a first person shooter game where the players have to beat zombies. thankfully, it’s a multiplayer one, so you two team up.

admittedly, you two make a pretty good team when you’re not sassing each other.

at the end of the day, you two didn’t win the competition, but meh. you had fun sassing each other.

the sassing went all the way to Twitter later on, and would keep going if not for the fact that they had plans the next day.

you and Joel keep sassing each other though.

Erick Brian Colon

okay, so you two are the youngest

and this means you two had the most to prove

but since you two are the babies, this also meant you two are bound to have the most fun

tbh the only reason you and Erick got paired up was because Iana said it was the simplest way. so the pairings were Chris and Elodie, Richard and Kiana, Zabdiel and Kiara, Joel and Alexandria, Erick and you.

you didn’t really mind; you were here to have fun and maybe win tickets, and you were going to do that no matter who you were with.

Erick, on the other hand, was hella giddy. He got paired up with you! His crush! (At this point it’s appropriate to call it a very strong infatuation because it’s been months since you first met them)

keeping in mind that his English wasn’t really the best, you end up holding his hand so he doesn’t get lost.

Erick’s basically a ball of happiness at this point; you two got paired up and now you’re holding his hand awww

you two walked around for a bit, and he nearly bumps into your back when you suddenly stop

you’re in front of a virtual bowling game, and you turn to him with a cheeky grin.

“Juego de redención?“

it takes a while before he could process it, before he realizes what you meant

it’s his chance to redeem himself from the epic fail of his bowling skills in the Reggaeton Lento music video

you already let go of his hand and pushed several tokens in, and by the time he looks at you again, you have a plastic bowling ball in your hand

you’re smiling too, and that crush he has on you just got a little stronger

nice one, (Y/N)

so he takes it and while he’s getting ready to bowl, you had your phone out and IG pulled up

ofc you were going to take a video of this; he finally has a chance to prove he’s not terrible at bowling! as his fellow group baby, you have to be supportive

his first frame wasn’t so bad; he got a strike, something you posted to IG with several happy emojis. the caption was: “he’s finally good at bowling!” and you tagged both his account and the band’s.

hopefully they got the reference to the first Reggaeton Lento music video.

his next four frames, however, went pretty badly. three gutterballs, four spares, BUT he managed to get a strike on the last frame.

luckily, you didn’t post the other frames lmao

by the end of his turn, he got like… ten tickets

mild disappointment on his end bc he wanted to impress you by getting strikes in all of them, but he’ll take what he can. plus you looked hella proud of him, so it’s okay.

and then it was your turn. you didn’t get any gutterballs, having spent most of your childhood playing this game.

you two didn’t even finish all the game credits you had before moving on to another game, this one your favorite: skee-ball.

since you two split the tokens between yourselves, you had no problem putting three tokens in.

“Erick?”

“Si?”

“¿Te importaría agarrar los boletos?“

“No.”

“Gracias.”

and that’s how Erick wound up by the ticket slot, the tickets you got from the bowling game stuffed inside his pocket

your first two throws went straight into the pocket labelled with a 30

then the next fluctuated between 40, 30, and 50

every now and then you’d look over at Erick, who was keeping hold of the steadily growing number of tickets you were winning

on your last game, the balls went into 50

and when it was finally the last ball, you looked over at him with a grin

“Wish me luck?”

“Good luck.” he smiles back and you kiss the ball (as you usually do) before taking aim and flicking it with your wrist

it went into 100

and then the machine made that beeping noise that happened when it was out of tickets

oops

despite having most of your tokens, you two figured you had enough

and you did

you two won, something you both enjoyed rubbing into your friends’ faces

#cnco imagine #cnco imagines #christopher velez imagine #christopher velez #richard camacho imagine #richard camacho #zabdiel de jesus imagine #zabdiel de jesus #joel pimentel imagine #joel pimentel #erick brian colon imagine #erick brian colon #director au #cnco reader insert #cnco fanfiction #cnco headcanons #cnco headcanon #kind of a cyoa feel for this

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secret-kpoplibrary · 5 years

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Closure

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (but not really)

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none really

Genre: minor angst, somewhat fluffy ig

A/N: Alright everyone, I was asked for a sequel by anon(s) and a comment or two so here’s what I came up with. I hope you like it :)

Part 1

***

Six months ago you left the person you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. He was the love of your life, and as cliche it is, he became your best friend. Walking away from him was the hardest decision you've ever made. But he stopped loving you, and you knew better than to force yourself to stick around. You spent that night with y/f/n who helped you pick up your things the next day while Yoongi was at work. The second he entered the apartment after work he felt the emptiness of your absence. He initially thought it was because of the lack of your physical presence but once he found your stuff was no longer there it was like that was the moment it sunk in for him. You were gone. You two had planned your whole lives together and just like that you had left. He knew it was for the best, but despite the way things had ended he couldn't manage to dull the hollow feeling of you being gone for the first few months. You allowed yourself one night to cry to your heart's content with y/f/n listening to your broken ramblings and offering silent comfort. You fell asleep that night determined not to let this derail you no matter how badly you wanted to just hide from the world. You had a job, and a life to live, you refuse to let this affect other aspects of your life. Y/f/n silently looks after you as you continue with life as normal, she knows how you get, but as long as she can make sure you're not being self destructive she won't complain about you continuing as normal. A week later you come to her about an apartment listing you stumbled upon. It's close to where you work, and not too far from her place either. She voices her concerns about you living with a stranger and so to compromise she comes with you to meet your potential roommate. He's a dancer, your age, named Jimin. The lunchtime meeting went well and with the help of y/f/n you moved into his apartment by the end of that week. Y/f/n made herself a frequent visitor in the first couple months after your move, quickly befriending your shy but kind new roommate. Once he got comfortable with you, you learned that living with Jimin was much like living with a puppy dog at times. As soon as you became friends with him and expressed an interest in having a closer roommate relationship than just sharing a living space he was quick to all but attach himself to you, figuratively for the most part. You ate at least one meal a day together, usually dinner to tell each other all about how your days had gone. You also had scheduled movie nights once or twice a month, sometimes with y/f/n sometimes without. Tonight is one of those movie nights, Jimin's pick. You're in the kitchen making popcorn when Jimin shouts to you from the living room.

"Y/n! Your phone's ringing! Number's not saved!" He tells you.

"Answer it for me Jiminie!" You call back as you wait for the popcorn.

"Hello?" You hear him speaking at a normal volume to whoever called. "Yes, this is the right number... May I ask who's calling? Okay one moment please." He says.

"Who is it Jiminie?" You ask from the kitchen.

"Some guy named Yoongi? Do you know a Yoongi?" Jimin asks walking into the kitchen to hand you your phone. You chuckle.

"Yes I know a Yoongi." You say grabbing the phone from him. "Give me a moment." You say walking out of the kitchen and into your bedroom. "Hello?" You say into the phone.

"Y/n?"

"That's me. Everything okay?" You ask curious why he's calling you after six months.

"I hope I'm not... overstepping, but may I ask who picked up your phone?" He asks hesitantly.

"You mean Jimin? He's my roommate." You say.

"Oh, you found a new apartment then."

"I did. It's not too far from our old one, closer to my office than we were before." You say. There's a slight lull in the conversation so you speak again, "don't take this the wrong way but why did you call me?" You ask him.

"I wanted to check on you, and also... see if you were willing to meet up with me."

"What for?" You ask.

"I understand if you're not ready or if this isn't what you want, but you were the most important person in my life for a really long time, and I- I would like us to still be friends if at all possible." He says.

"Okay. Text me your availability for next week if you know yet and I'll see what coincides with my schedule." You say after a moment.

"Really?"

"Yeah. If nothing else, I think we need a chance to clear up anything that we didn't get to say that night." You say.

"Okay. I'll see you soon then?"

"Yeah, see you soon. Bye Yoongi." You say hanging up the phone. You take a deep breath patting yourself on the back. That wasn't as hard as you expected it to be, speaking to him again. You push yourself off the bed and head back out to find Jimin waiting on the couch.

"Who was that?" He asks turning to face you the moment you sit beside him.

"Yoongi. He told you his name." You chuckle.

"That's not what I meant! You've never mentioned Yoongi before." He says.

"I didn't think I'd have to." You shrug.

"Why not? Did something happened?" He inquires.

"Yoongi is my ex boyfriend." You say. Jimin's eyes widen.

"Oh! Is he the one y/f/n warned me about?" He asks.

"If she warned you about someone it'd be him." You shrug.

"What happened between you two? If you don't mind me asking."

"We were together for three years, we started drifting apart so I broke up with him. There's no dramatic story or giant fall out, he obviously wasn't happy anymore and so in turn neither was I. We shared an apartment, so when we broke up I moved out. Which is how I ended up here." You say.

"Why did you move out?"

"I broke up with him because he didn't want to be with me anymore. He offered to leave but I wasn't- there were too many memories, it would have made it too hard for me to move on. So I left the apartment to him."

"So what did he want?"

"He wants to meet up."

"Why?"

"He'd like us to still be friends. I think this is a good chance for us to address any unresolved issues."

"When are you meeting with him?" Jimin asks.

"Let's find out." You say opening the text he sent you ten minutes ago. "I can do lunch tomorrow?"

"Isn't that kind of soon?"

"If I put it off it'll torture me until we meet up, the sooner the better." You say as you send a text to Yoongi inviting him to lunch tomorrow.

"Fair point. Do you want me to go with you or would you rather go it alone?"

"Wouldn't that be awkward? Taking my roommate to lunch with my ex?" You scrunch up your nose.

"We can go early and I'll sit at a different table, just in case something goes wrong." He says.

"You'd do that for me?"

"In a heartbeat."

"Alright, you can come. We're meeting at this cafe by 2 o'clock, it's 20 minutes from my office so-"

"I'll come pick you up by 1:20, we'll be there by 1:40 no problem. If traffic's particularly rough it may take a little longer in which case, if he's already there I'll just walk in like behind you like another customer he won't know the difference." He shrugs. You laugh.

"You're something else. Thanks Jimin."

"No problem, I know you'd do the same for me." He nudges you. "Now let's get this movie started." He says turning to face your television. You grab the popcorn bowl from the coffee table as he presses play and the two of you are quickly captivated by the movie.

***

The next day Jimin shows up to get you from work promptly at 1:20. Most of your office has become acquainted with him in the past couple months and when you meet him by the front desk he's chatting with your coworker Wendy.

"There you are. Ready to go?" He asks.

"All set, I'll be back by 2:30 Wendy." You smile waving at her as you leave with Jimin. When the two of you park near the cafe he turns to you.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm good." You nod. He nods and gets out of the car. You get out and find Yoongi already sitting at a table with his back facing you both. "He's already here."

"So plan B it is." Jimin winks before heading towards the cafe. He holds the door open for you and you thank him before heading over to Yoongi.

"You're early." You tell him when you reach the table.

"Yes well you prided yourself on punctuality. I didn't think it'd look good if I kept you waiting." He says with a gentle smile.

"Have you ordered yet?" You ask him. He shakes his head.

"I was going to get something for both of us once you got here, I didn't know what you'd want though." He says.

"Same thing I used to get here." You tell him. He nods and goes to the counter to order. You take a moment to scan the cafe for Jimin who shoots you a thumbs up when you find him. He points to his phone prompting you to check your own.

You got this! But remember you're allowed leave whenever you're ready sweetie :)

You smile at his text and mouth him a thank you just before Yoongi returns with your frozen lemonade and turkey sandwich.

"Thank you." You tell him as he sits back down.

"No problem." He says. The two of you lapse into silence for a moment, Yoongi only watching as you take a couple bites of your sandwich.

"Is there... something specific you wanted to talk to me about Yoongi?" You ask after a few minutes pass.

"I just... I want you to know that I never stopped loving you-"

"Yoongi." You say in warning.

"No no listen, I wasn't in love with you, but I will always love you y/n. Even if you never speak to me again I want you to know that much."

"I don't want us to never speak again. Just- I don't know if things can go back to how they were." You say looking away.

"Heaven forbid they do. I want this to be a fresh start for us. No baggage." He tells you, moving his head to where you have to look at him.

"Okay," you nod your head and stick your hand out across the table, "here's to a fresh start." You smile. He returns the smile as he grasps your hand to shake it.

"I'm... glad I didn't completely destroy our relationship. You didn't deserve-"

"Shush. I loved every part of our relationship. I don't regret it at all." You tell him.

"Neither do I. You were... arguably the best part of my life the last few years." He says. Your phone buzzes on the table with a text from Jimin warning you that you'll be late to work if you don't leave soon.

"Hey I'll see you around Yoongs, I have to get back to work." You say standing up. He stands with you.

"Oh right of course. I didn't mean to keep you." He says.

"Yoongi sweetie quit acting like you're walking on a tightrope." You say with a chuckle giving him a quick hug.

"I- sorry. I'm just a little unsure how to handle this I guess." He chuckles.

"Well you'd better get over it or I'll have to fight you." You joke. "I'll see you later." You nod.

"Okay, have a good day." He says. You send one last wave as you head out the door with Jimin behind you.

"How'd it go?" Jimin asks as soon as you're back in the car.

"It went well. He still wants to be friends so we decided on sort of starting over."

"And how do you feel?"

"Good." You say. And you really mean it. The last few months you've been so determined to keep your life on track but after this conversation you no longer feel like you're seconds away from derailing all the time. This conversation gave you closure you didn't even know you needed. And you didn't have to lose a friend to get it.

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#min yoongi #BTS suga #reader x yoongi #bts

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nerddface · 5 years

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The Fight & The Fall

Characters: Eret, Son of Eret , Reader

Warnings: Nothing :)

Word count: 2600 whew

Notes: this is v late and has a v bad cheesy title. Shoutout to Men in Tights for the reference ;)

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Eret wasn’t even on Y/N’s radar. She had bigger priorities than this new human member of their team, like figuring out how they were going to integrate another dragon with her incredibly sensitive scaredy-cat of a dragon. Muds was small for a Stormcutter, only slightly more than half the size of her cousin, Cloudjumper, and somewhat dim in comparison, as well. The sharp, innate ability of Stormcutters to distinguish between friend and foe was duller in this poor creature, and it took some doing to earn her trust. Because of her size (or lack thereof), she was meticulous about knowing who was in her surroundings. She knew where every other dragon in a formation was, and attacked just about anything out of place. It took several weeks, quick reflexes, and dozens of treats to teach her a new strategy, and that was just with the original five, familiar dragons. The momentary addition of Heather back on the Edge hadn’t gone well, and Y/N and Muds were grounded most of her stay. Just looking at Eret’s loud, brash Rumblehorn gave her a headache.

Muds, of course, didn’t like him, either. She had a particularly difficult time understanding the shift between “Strange-Hostile-Person-Whom-We’ve-Never-Met” to “Eret-Now-A-Friend-Of-Dragons”. Stoick had visited infrequently with Skullcrusher before, so they were essentially starting from square one. Stormfly, bless her, had done her best to show the younger dragon that the new additions to their team were not threats, but poor Muds just hadn’t grasped the concept yet. Y/N kept Muds and herself at a distance from them, only exchanging short words with Eret over supper to remain civil. He seemed to keep his distance, as well, perhaps not fond of being the odd one out as the new guy, not to mention Ruffnut would hardly leave him alone. Y/N knew too well what the twins’ attention meant, in any capacity, and she couldn’t blame Eret for being scarce.

Hiccup, apparently, had had more than enough of both of their reclusive habits and had called them to the arena at the crack of dawn. He stood now with his arms crossed over his chest, one hand gripping a leather-bound notebook and a stick of charcoal, considering both of them across the sizeable distance they’d put between each other.

“Closer.”

A glance over at Eret revealed to Y/N he was just as confused as she was. “What?”

“We’re here to acclimatize Muds to Skullcrusher, and, by extent, the two of you. That’s not going to happen if you’re standing an ocean apart. A step closer won’t kill you.”

Y/N frowned, but took a step forward. Muds followed close at her back, her head swiveling and the end of her tail flicking as she tried to make sense of the two across the stone from her.

Eret followed, Skullcrusher rumbled up behind him, and Muds chittered.

“I have an idea.” Hiccup leveled both of them with his I-mean-business look. “It should work if both of you cooperate.”

Y/N shrugged. ”Yeah.” Eret also nodded his agreement.

“Great. It’s pretty simple. Eret, Muds is comfortable with Y/N, and the smell of Y/N. I want you to wear her cloak, and Y/N can re-introduce you slowly. Muds may be a little easier to convince that you’re friendly if you smell friendly.”

Surprisingly, it worked. By working gradually, with plenty of gentle assurances and praise on Y/N’s part, Eret could stroke both of Muds’ sides from nose to tail, and Skullcrusher could make a full, slow circle around her at a moderate pace, even without Y/N’s scent draped over them.

“Great,” their leader conceded after about an hour of exercises. “We’ll pick back up tomorrow morning. Y/N, I’d recommend giving Muds a good break.”

Eret handed Y/N her cloak back, and their hands brushed momentarily. She threw it over her shoulders, catching a hint of his scent still clinging to the material. For some reason, it made her strangely nervous. She decided she was not a fan.

“Wonderful. Great lesson. Bye, Hiccup, bye, Emmet.”

Eret didn’t have enough time to process what she’d said and correct her before she was swinging herself into her saddle and taking to the air.

Hiccup sighed and scribbled something in his notebook, leaving them in momentary silence, save for the skittering of dragon claws on the stone as Toothless tracked circles around a disinterested Skullcrusher.

“Sort of quiet, isn’t she?” Eret commented, watching her and Muds leave the arena behind. Hiccup tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chortling laugh, and the newest rider turned to him with a frown.

“What?”

“Y/N is anything but quiet. We thought the same thing, at first, but don’t let it fool you. She’s got a tongue sharp enough to cut off that fluffy braid of yours.”

“Really?” He paused before asking further, “Why doesn’t she speak to me?”

Hiccup shrugged. “Sometimes I’m not sure if her or her dragon is more wary of strangers. I guess neither of them-- ahem-- quite like you.”

Eret’s brow creased further as he looked back up to see Muds’ tail flick around a sea stack and out of sight.

With the dragon bonding underway, the others tried to help the two humans in the equation, in their own way. The twins tried their “T’n’T” (Tried-and-True Tightrope) Method, which thankfully did not involve any explosives. Despite having worked on Dagur and Mala previously, it wasn’t the best approach for Eret and Y/N. The newcomer tumbled off before any semblance of a match could begin, while Y/N, long-accustomed to wave-riding on dragons, balanced atop the swinging tightrope cooly, examining her nails as Eret spat dirt out of his mouth.

Fighlegs tried meditating. It seemed to work-- until he realized the reason they hadn’t been making sarcastic jabs at each other was because they had both fallen asleep.

Astrid just shrugged her shoulders. “You’ll get over each other.”

Snotlout was the last to assist, and had led them both to an open patch of beach on the far side of the island.

“Hiccup is wrong,” he announced as Hookfang found a comfortable spot to nap. “He’s great with dragons, but people are my speciality. I know what you two need.”

Y/N and Eret both stared, silently, waiting for him to continue. He shifted his weight and sighed. “Listen. In the Jorgenson household, we handle things the old fashioned way. The correct way. The only way. No dragons, no ‘talking it out’ or whatever soggy garbage.”

He gestured to behind Y/N with a wave of his arm. “Astrid, if you would.” Y/N turned to see the blonde atop Stormfly, who was coaxing Muds down the beach. Her dragon was, albeit a little cautiously, following at a steady pace. She could play with the Nadder for hours if she was allowed. Y/N frowned and quirked a brow but let it happen.

“Never expect another favor like this, Snotlout,” Astrid called over her shoulder, jabbing a finger at him.

“Yeah, yeah, screw you, Snotlout, I get it, just take the Stormcutter somewhere else. Far away.”

As Muds got further away down the beach, the viking produced a chicken wing from the bag slung across his shoulders.

“You too, big guy.” He waved it before Skullcrusher’s nose until it caught his attention, then slung the chicken and the bag as far as he could, into the trees. The Rumblehorn chased it, rumbling happily, and leaving the humans alone.

Snotlout picked up a large stick from the ground and began tracing a large circle in the sand around them. “Sometimes,” he explained, “You’ve just gotta throw a couple punches. Really brings people together.”

“What, exactly,” Eret questioned, peering over Y/N’s shoulder as Snotlout completed his ring, “are you suggesting?”

Snotlout bonked the stick on the top of Eret’s head. “Fight.”

Y/N snorted, sparing a glance to Eret, who seemed just as apprehensive. “Sorry?”

“Sparring,” Snotlout assured. “Nothing serious. Just to get to know one another.”

“What do I win?” Y/N asked, crossing her arms across her chest. Eret scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Uh, the thrill of victory? Eternal bragging rights? My praise?” Snotlout tossed his stick aside and waved a hand dismissively. “Now get to it. That chicken isn’t going to last forever, and I will not be responsible for that dragon when he comes back.”

When Y/N looked over to Eret, she found his gaze already on her, one brow raised, as if he were asking her agreement to continue. She heaved a short breath.

“Why not? Not like you could do much damage anyway, Egret.”

The comment was sharp, but her voice wasn’t, and a smile tugged at her mouth as she planted her feet shoulder-width apart and balled her fists.

“You’ll see what Eret, son of Eret, is capable of. I’ve taken on whole crews single-handedly!” Eret struck first, feigning to the left before striking at her with his right fist. She missed it with plenty of room to spare. She kept up her defense, knocking half-hearted blows away with ease.

“Oh, please!” she exclaimed. “Are you throwing fists, or flowers?”

Eret’s stance widened and he pulled his fists closer before lunging forward with more force. Y/N had to compensate heavily on her right foot to get out of the way in time, and attempted a feint to the left to get her balance back. It wasn’t very convincing, and he almost got her to trip up before she got her feet right under her, still trying to find an opening in his defense.

He laughed sharply as she dodged another meaty fist. “All bark, but no bite, are you?”

Y/N chuckled breathlessly, and dropped close to the ground and changed her tactics. She swiped a leg out, trying to catch his heel. He jumped over it, but that was what she wanted; she balanced herself on her palms and swung herself around, slamming her other leg into his ankles just as they touched the ground.

He lost his footing and hit the sand with a heavy thud, but recovered quickly, and rolled to avoid her pinning him down. He used his momentum to swing an arm at her head as he got back to his feet. She ducked beneath it and managed a sharp jab to his ribs before he twisted out of her reach.

Eret’s hair was disheveled from his momentary grounding, and his face was flush with effort. Y/N was struck, for a moment, by the glimmer in his eyes and the flash of his teeth. The tattoo on his chin distorted slightly as he frowned with concentration, When did his face get to be that handsome? She was so lost in this moment of admiration that she didn’t catch his palm coming to box at her ear. The sharp blow shook her head out of its bizarre little mood and back into the fight, but as she caught his calf mid-kick she found her breath trembling like the muscle beneath her fingertips.

If Eret noticed her mind was elsewhere, he didn’t ease up on her, and pressed his offense forward, pushing her to the edge of the ring. She was back on strict defense, deflecting blows and dancing out of the way of his rapid punches.

He tried a kick at her at the same time she made a move to duck under his range of fire and strike at his abdomen. Her right leg hooked with his left, and her shoulder collided with his hip, sending them both to the sand. They ended up in a tangled heap, winded both from the fight and the fall.

Eret groaned, and Y/N felt it more than she heard it. He struggled to brace himself up, but only got to his elbows before wincing. His hiss of breath sounded sharply in her ear, and she was sure he could feel the same pain that was blooming in her shoulders. She shifted the knee that had buried in his side, and he lifted his heavy chest off of hers. One of his hands had trapped her bicep above her head, and a thigh was snug between hers.

She cracked her eyes open through the ringing in her head, and met his. She sucked in a breath, of either shock or something else she didn’t know-- the scent of leather and the sea filled her head, and the space between them superheated in an instant. Was it just her imagination, or did she see the same expression of hesitant wonderment in his face? She couldn’t be sure that he had leaned forward just a hair, but she was sure that her heart rate took another spike.

The world seemed to grind to a halt around them, until Snotlout kicked Eret’s thigh. “Round’s over! I didn’t need you two to get that close.”

Eret scrambled off of her, and offered a hand to help her up. Y/N accepted it, hoping he couldn’t tell her hands were getting clammy. She very pointedly studied the sand around them as Snotlout sighed.

“Eret landed top of the pile, so he wins, but really, we all win, don’t we?” He slung his arms around both of their shoulders, yanking them down to the same height. “Would you consider you to be friends, now? Wouldn’t you say that sparring match was just what you needed?”

Y/N wriggled away, but her sneer was breaking into a smile. “Not to your credit, Snotlout.”

“Nonsense. Another rift mended by the expertise of one Snotlout Jorgenson!” He released Eret but ground a fist into his bicep with a grin. “My dad will be so excited to hear that it worked!” He climbed into his dragon’s saddle and jerked his horns. “Let’s go do the family name proud, Hookfang! Have fun being friends! And don’t worry, you can thank me later!”

The pair of troublemakers took off, leaving Eret and Y/N in relative peace. Distantly, Skullcrusher was rumbling through the brush and crunching on bones, but they still had a good minute or so before he returned. Muds was likely still scampering about with Stormfly somewhere out of earshot.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to regain the confidence that had until just recently come so easy to her. “Well, Amit. Since you won, I guess it’s only fair that you pick your prize.”

He mulled it over for a moment, hoping the blush that flared up on his face was still hidden under the pretense of exertion. Half of those thoughts did not have any right to be in his head at that moment. He schooled his voice into steadiness before speaking. “You... could help me with the training arena? I’m on cleaning duty this week.”

Y/N shrugged. “Sure. Maybe I could get some dusting done with that little brush back here.” She ruffled the spiky end of his hair, and he laughed.

“Bad idea. Dust makes me sneeze.”

“We’ll figure something out, Achoo, son of A-sneeze. We may need a lot of water. You could use a bath, anyway.”

She was joking, but he was suddenly trying to remember the last time he’d washed. “Really?”

Her laugh lifted his chest and the corners of his lips. Her eyes sparkled as her gaze sidled over his face. “No, Eric. You’re fine.”

“It’s Eret.”

“I know, Aaron.”

Eret sighed, but didn’t complain. For her favor, he could take a couple new names. And maybe... one day she’d be saying his name right.

#eret son of eret #eret x reader #httyd fanfic #minimal editing lmao #i've been trying to grind through this #and it was mostly done for like the LONGEST TIME #but there was this one little bit #that just wouldn't fit together quite #and it was KILLING ME #KILLING ME I TELLYOU #eret

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teamfreewill-imagine · 7 years

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Stuttering Hands

Summary: You go through college pretty much unnoticed, keeping to yourself and getting on with classes, until you bump into the object of your daydreams and your college experience is changed for the better Words: 4.1k Sam x Deaf!Reader (Stanford!Era) Warnings: none

You sighed as you watched him, a few seats away from you, take notes and listen intently to the lecturer.

He was in your Art History class, and Psychology, and American Literature.

It seemed that everywhere you went you were faced with this handsome stranger, as if the world was pushing you together.

Sam.

That was his name.

Well, you were pretty certain, anyway.

You’d never actually spoken to the guy.

People around you started to pack away their laptops and books, and you realised that you’d probably missed the bell.

You shoved your computer into your bag, picking the rest of your stuff up in your arms as you quickly made your way out of the lecture hall, furious at yourself that you’d daydreamed another class away.

Just as you crossed the threshold out into the hallway, you bumped into someone, sending books flying across the hall.

You groaned, bending down to pick them up and almost knocking heads as the guy tried to do the same.

You ignored him in favour of picking up all of your books, and it wasn’t until you were stood up that you realised he was talking to you.

And, holy shit, Sam was even prettier up close.

You focused on the movement of his lips, trying to figure out what he was saying as you came into the conversation half way through.

“...mean to, are you okay?”

You nodded, not wanting him to hear your voice if you tried to answer verbally.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and you nodded again. “You look pretty spooked.”

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to work up the courage.

“I’m fine,” you told him, hating how the words felt in your mouth.

He nodded, looking entirely unconvinced.

“I’ve gotta go to class,” he admitted, patting your shoulder. “See you in Psych tomorrow?”

You nodded as he squeezed your shoulder and left, standing dumbly in the hallway until you realised you were in the way.

The movement of his lips was etched into your brain.

‘See you in Psych’

Was that really what he’d said, or had you misunderstood?

You’d never met before, never spoken, yet he knew who you were, knew you were in his classes.

Your mind was whirring as you made your way back to your dorm.

You’d attempted to get some work done when you got to your room, but your mind was over-active so you didn’t get much further than opening your books.

It didn’t help that, when you opened your Psychology textbook to try and get some preparation for the next class done, you saw that you’d picked up the wrong book.

Sam Winchester was written in a neat script in the top left corner of the inside front cover.

At least you had his name right.

Plus, having his book gave you another reason to talk to him.

Just the thought of talking to him, however, was giving you anxiety.

It was obvious, from the way he was talking to you earlier, that he didn’t realise that you couldn’t hear him. He was speaking to you as if you were a normal, albeit a little odd, person.

You knew that the moment he realised you were deaf, he’d treat you differently.

Everyone did, and you didn’t blame them for it, either.

You got sympathy that you didn’t want or need, or people stopped talking to you altogether because they didn’t know how to interact.

You rarely spoke aloud anymore because the only thing you could hear was your own annoying voice, and very few people on campus knew ASL. You were somewhat of a recluse, but that was okay. You’d get your degree without distraction and you’d get out of there.

This ‘Sam Winchester’ was just another distraction that would disappear the moment he found out about you.

That didn’t change the fact that you had to talk to him before your next class, though.

Unsurprisingly, your anxiety kept you up that night.

You jumped as a hand touched your shoulder on your way to class the next morning, and you were grateful that you weren’t holding any books this time.

Looking up at the owner of the hand, you sighed in light relief that it was Sam and not some stranger grabbing at you.

He frowned down at you, letting go of your shoulder to adjust the strap of his backpack.

“You okay?” he asked, and you nodded. “Only, I was calling you…”

You bit your lip, deciding to just get this over with.

“I’m deaf,” you told him, signing as you did so.

His frown turned into a smile, which caused you to frown in turn.

“Oh, so you weren’t just ignoring me?” he asked, and you shook your head.

He didn’t do the typical hearing-person thing of over-moving his mouth when he realised you were reading his lips, rather annunciating clearly and keeping the movements small and natural.

“I was starting to think you hated me,” he admitted, and a surprised laugh left your lips, making him smile wider.

“I barely know you,” you replied, willing yourself not to cringe at your own voice.

Sam didn’t even flinch, offering you his hand to shake.

“I’m Sam,” he told you, and you nodded.

“I’m Y/N,” you replied, pulling his textbook from your bag. “Wrong book.”

You were trying to get your point across in as few words as possible, but he seemed to understand anyway.

“Yeah, I picked up your copy,” he admitted, pulling yours out of his bag and swapping them. “Sorry about that.”

You shook your head, smiling.

He smiled back at you before something made him jump - the bell, maybe.

“We should get to class,” he told you. “Pearson won’t be happy if we come in late.”

You nodded, as the two of you started walking towards the right classroom.

To your surprise, Sam sat in the front row with you during the lecture, letting you copy down his notes when you got distracted or when Dr. Pearson was talking with his back to the class.

You had a dictaphone and speech-to-text software on your laptop which usually came in useful if you missed anything, but Sam helping you out meant that your post-lecture recap time would be cut in half.

You couldn’t quite believe your luck.

It became somewhat of a routine; meeting up with Sam before a class you shared, sitting together, helping each other take notes.

For the first time in the eighteen months you’d spent at Stanford, you finally had a friend; someone who treated you as equal rather than ‘less than’ because of your disability.

Three weeks after that first Psych class, Sam nudged you while you were packing up from your last class on Friday afternoon.

He waited for you to look at him before he started to speak.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” he asked. You raised an eyebrow, so he clarified. “With me?”

You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry.

“Like… a date?” you asked, hating the fact that even your hands stumbled over the words.

He shrugged, still smiling.

“If you want,” he told you. “If you’d rather go just as friends, that’s okay too.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to portray your trepidation through your expression.

“I want to take you out on a date,” he insisted, his smile losing a little hope. “But if you want to get dinner as friends instead…”

“No,” you said, and his face fell. You shook your head, frustrated at yourself. “Not as friends.”

Sam looked back at you, hope once more trickling into his expression.

“As a date?” he clarified, and you nodded.

His grin was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile back as you put the rest of your things into your bag.

“I’ve gotta put my stuff back in my dorm,” Sam told you as the two of you walked out of the class, and you nodded, grateful that you wouldn’t have to bring your books out with you. “Meet you on the quad at six?”

You looked at your watch. That gave you 45 minutes to get ready.

You nodded, looking up at him once you got out into the hallway where you would have to split up to go to your dorms.

“Dress code?” you asked, and he shrugged.

“You look great now,” he told you, causing you to blush. “Casual, comfortable. I want it to be the real us.”

You nodded again, gasping slightly as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“At six,” he repeated, waiting for you to nod before smiling and walking away.

Despite what Sam had said, you changed your clothes anyway.

Nothing fancy, but you went for an unwrinkled band tee and your favourite pair of jeans.

Slipping into your boots, you looked yourself over in the full length mirror that hung on the back of your door.

You looked good - not dressy, but not quite as ‘everyday’ as usual - the jeans hugging your ass just right.

You didn’t have time to do your full ‘night out’ makeup routine, but you touched up your foundation, putting on eyeliner and mascara to try and emphasise your eyes.

You let your hair out of the braids you’d put them in all day, loving the waves they had created and spritzing some dry shampoo to add a little volume.

Grabbing your purse, you took one last look in the mirror before making your way back down to the quad.

Your heart was hammering with every step you took, the closer you got to the meeting point, the more real it was becoming.

This was your first date in over a year, your first date with a hearing person, period, and you were nervous.

The fact that Sam was drop-dead perfect and you actually wanted everything to work out with him didn’t help to ease your anxiety.

Once you stepped outside and saw him waiting, looking equally nervous, some of the anxiousness started to slip away.

He smiled as he saw you approach, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that probably helped him calm some of his nerves.

You took in his appearance, noticing that he too had opted for a slight change of clothes.

It wasn’t such a surprise, this time, when he leaned in to kiss your cheek in place of a greeting, and you managed to smile up at him without blushing too hard.

You pulled once, lightly, on the front of his jacket as you raised an eyebrow, hoping he understood what you were trying to say.

“Yeah, well you got changed, too,” he told you, and you smiled.

Right from the start, he always seemed to know what you were trying to say through your actions rather than your words.

It was a rare occasion that, when you really didn’t want to speak, he had to ask for clarification. Somehow, he understood your reservations in talking without ever asking you, and it was something that you appreciated beyond explanation.

“You look great,” he told you, and you dropped your gaze for a moment so you could hide some of your embarrassment.

“So do you,” you replied, looking up in time to see him smile.

Sam was the first hearing-person outside of your family that you allowed yourself to feel comfortable around.

The first date had gone incredibly.

You didn’t go anywhere fancy, but he made sure you got a booth towards the back so that, should you want to talk, nobody but Sam would be able to hear your voice.

You loved that he’d been that considerate that early on, picking up on your insecurities and being sure not to enhance any of them.

It was a Saturday night, four months since that first date, that you were in your dorm room with Sam beside you, watching a movie while sprawled comfortably on your bed.

The subtitles were on, of course, and Sam’s arm was around your shoulders, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

Finals were over, and you were both confident that you’d passed all of your sophomore classes, so you’d decided to have an evening in to celebrate.

You’d quickly realised that both of you were much more comfortable to stay in, playing board games or watching a movie suited you better than going out and joining the typical college scene, so this became a regular date-night activity.

Sam had chosen the movie this time, claiming that after the stress of exams you needed some light comic relief.

He wasn’t wrong.

You found yourself laughing, really laughing, for the first time in what felt like forever.

Sam, who had been slightly shaking with laughter, stopped, moving his face from resting against your hair.

You pulled in a breath, still smiling as you looked up at him.

He was smiling down at you, his eyes warm and inviting, his dimples pressing into his cheeks.

“What?” you asked, and he shook his head, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“Your laugh,” he said, and you bit your lip.

“Too loud?” you guessed, suddenly embarrassed.

“No,” he insisted, shifting to face you so you didn’t have to strain your neck. “It’s good. I love your laugh.”

He smiled, a little shy, and you offered him the same in return.

“I wish I could hear yours,” you admitted, “Hear your voice at all.”

“It’s annoying, whiney,” he lied, trying to make light of the situation. “Why do you think I don’t have many friends?”

“Because you’re dating the weird deaf girl.”

The words stumbled out before you could stop them, and you regretted them instantly.

You hadn’t been in a situation where you could speak without thinking for such a long time, and now you wished that you hadn’t been so comfortable.

“Y/N,” Sam said, his expression almost pained as he grabbed the remote and paused the movie before looking back at you. “You… do you really think that?”

You shrugged, not trusting yourself to talk anymore.

Sam leaned in, bringing his hands to your cheeks as he pulled you in for a firm kiss.

“Nobody sees you as the ‘weird deaf girl’,” he told you, firmly.

He pulled back just far enough that you could read his lips without going cross eyed, but kept your face in his strong palms.

“Nobody thinks that,” he assured you. “I bet half the class doesn’t even know you’re deaf. I didn’t, remember? I just thought you kept to yourself.”

You nodded, bringing your hands up to hold his wrists.

He looked like he was about to cry, and you weren’t doing much better yourself.

You weren’t used to having people care for you - to your self-deprecation hurting anyone but yourself - and you hated that you’d managed to upset him.

“I had more than a year at college before I got a chance to talk to you,” Sam continued, closing his eyes as he spoke. “My lack of friends has nothing to do with you, okay?”

He opened his eyes in time to see you nod, and he pulled you in for another kiss, softer this time.

When he pulled back, he was smiling slightly, teasingly.

“It has everything to do with my whiney voice,” he told you, and you laughed softly, letting go of his wrists as he let go of your face.

“Your voice isn’t whiney,” you replied, causing him to frown in confusion. “It’s low. Probably sexy.”

You watched him let out a surprised laugh, but there was a question in his eyes that he was unsure whether to ask.

“Low frequency,” you explained, rather than waiting for him to ask. “When we… the… your…”

You didn’t know how to word what you were saying without being too crude.

You rested your hand against his chest.

“Speak,” you requested.

“Okay,” he agreed. “I’m speaking.”

You nodded, feeling the slight vibration in his chest as the words left his lips.

“So, when we’re… together,” you told him. “I can’t hear you, but-”

“You can feel it?” he asked, and you nodded.

“Lower than mine,” you told him, and he nodded.

“I wondered,” he smiled. “You’re very tactile.”

You started to blush again, a natural response whenever you spoke about the physical side of your relationship.

It had developed quickly, probably due to the fact that you were around each other every moment you could be, and it was incredible, but any conversation about it made you bashful.

“It’s good, I like it,” he told you, leaning in and kissing you again.

Your insecurities faded as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your palm between his shoulder blades as you laid down onto your bed, Sam holding himself over you as he kissed your jaw.

He pulled back, smirking down at you as one hand trailed under the hem of your tee.

“Let’s make some noise,” he murmured, and you rolled your eyes as you pulled him down into another, deeper, kiss.

Months of dating Sam, spending almost every day together, made being apart for summer even more difficult.

He was staying on campus, his brother coming to visit for a week but the rest of the time just working, while you went home to be with your family.

You kept in contact via text and Skype; this new video calling technology that Sam had found a public beta version of.

There was often a lag, which meant reading his lips was hard, but it was good to be able to see his face a few hours a week.

Your mom had a lot of questions about your new boyfriend and, although you spoke about him modestly, she could tell you were totally infatuated with him already.

“Does he sign?” she asked you, and you shook your head.

It was weird, being at home and around someone who just naturally signed as she spoke.

You always did, even when the person you were speaking to didn’t know ASL, but other people doing it had become a rarity in your life.

“I’ve taught him small things,” you replied, not bothering to use your voice because you knew she could understand you without. “He knows his name, my name, and greetings.”

Your mom pulled a face, and you sighed.

“What?” you asked, folding your arms while you waited for her to reply.

“You deserve to be with someone who speaks your language,” she told you, and you groaned, throwing your head back.

“We’re at college. We have enough classes to deal with already,” you argued. “And he works, too. He’s busy.”

“It’s important to you,” she replied. “He should make time.”

“I can read lips,” you reminded her. “And it’s not as if deaf guys have treated me well. Let me have this, Mom. He’s a great guy.”

She agreed to drop it on the condition that she could speak with him when she took you back to Stanford in August.

Not wanting to carry on the conversation, you agreed to the conditions and shot off a text of apology to Sam.

Sam’s charm seemed to have just as powerful of an effect on your mother as it had on you.

You went out for lunch after you’d set up your dorm room, and your anxiety had been growing as their first meeting drew closer.

Sam had offered to help you unpack, but your mother had shot it down - not wanting to have a boy in your room and ignoring the obvious fact that she knew he’d been in there countless times the last semester.

Once she’d met him, though, the guard she’d put up fell almost instantly.

She was fiercely protective in a way that you couldn’t really blame her for, seeing as she’d helped you fight off ablist bullies of all shapes and sizes throughout most of your life.

However, Sam managed to break most of that away within the first two minutes of meeting.

You were sure that seeing your joyful reunion with him after weeks, months, of only seeing each other on a screen helped in some way, but his polite and gentle nature was the real winner.

By the end of your meal, they were laughing and joking together as if they were old friends.

You caught the bits of conversation that you could, your mom helping by signing while she wasn’t eating, but you were just happy to be in such good company.

When the bill arrived and Sam reached for it, your mom playfully slapped his hand away.

“Don’t be silly,” she told him. “You’re a college student. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure?” Sam checked. “I’ve been working all summer-”

Your mom deliberately blocked her lips as she interrupted him, saying something that made Sam blush and nod in defeat.

“That was mean,” you complained, nudging your mom’s foot under the table.

She shrugged, unwilling to explain what she had said as she smiled at the waiter to take your payment.

Your mom left that afternoon, hugging you tight and reminding you to text and email her at least once a week, to let her know that you’re alive, before getting in her car and starting the drive home.

Almost as soon as she was gone, you got your phone out to text Sam and tell him to come up to your room.

You mean my new best friend is gone already?

You rolled your eyes at his response, typing out your reply one handed as you let your hair down from its bun.

I mean you can get your cute ass up here so I can kiss you properly for the first time in forever.

You threw your phone down onto your bed, quickly changing your clothes into sweatpants and a comfortable tank before grabbing your cell once more.

You’re being dramatic

But sure

Open up, drama queen.

You laughed, putting your phone down on your desk before opening the door to him.

“Who are you calling ‘drama qu-’”

Sam cut off your teasing jibe with a kiss, and you melted into him straight away.

You stepped backwards, still kissing him as you moved further into your room, letting him kick the door closed behind him.

You laughed softly, breaking the kiss, as his hands playfully squeezed your ass, stepping away and lightly slapping his chest.

“How’s that for a proper kiss?” he asked, and you grinned.

“That was great,” you answered, earning a grin in response.

“I’ve... “ he didn’t finish his sentence, making you frown as he motioned for you to sit on your bed.

“What?” you asked, but he just shook his head, standing in front of you.

The rise and fall of his chest told you that he was taking a few deep breaths, your concern growing as he closed his eyes.

“Don’t judge me, okay?” he requested, opening his eyes once more as he raised his hands from his sides.

“Hello,” he signed, his hands shaking slightly. “My name is Sam Winchester.”

You smiled.

“You’re getting fast at spelling,” you told him as he paused after his surname.

He smiled weakly but didn’t stop, mouthing the words he was signing now.

“I study at Stanford University. I am trying to be a lawyer. I have a girlfriend.”

You were grinning as you watched his stuttering hands show you what he wanted to say, pride welling in your chest as he carried on.

“Her name is Y/N,” he continued. “She is beautiful, and she is shy. Her voice is the best sound I have heard. She thinks I lie, but her laugh is beautiful. I have taken ASL class all vacation to learn to tell her this.”

He paused, clenching and unclenching his fists as he took another deep breath.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Your heart was racing as you got to your feet, stepping towards him.

“I love you, too,” you breathed, smashing your lips against his.

You could feel yourself begin to cry, your eyes filling with tears of joy as you broke the kiss and buried your face in his neck.

Sam’s strong hand rubbed circles into your back until you pulled back, smiling wide up at him.

“You took classes?” you asked, and he nodded as he pushed some of your hair behind your ear. “For me?”

“I wanted to learn your language,” he explained. “I wanted to show you how much you mean to me.”

You took his face in your hands, pulling him into a soft, loving kiss.

“I love you so much, Sam Winchester,” you whispered, your lips brushing his as you spoke.

He pulled back, just enough to remove his arms from around you and free his hands.

“I love you, too.”

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wannawrite · 7 years

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Welcome To My Highschool

who: Wanna One's Park Woojin genre: 🌸 type: bullet point blog navigator.

ps: you guys should check out @alliwannado-w1‘s HS! AU too! Euiwoong | Hyungseob

• HS! AU • how Park Woojin would be like in high school i'm kinda bad at high school related scenarios but I'll give it a go! thanks for requesting, anon! also I love ‘Welcome to my Hollywood’ so much Daehwi is so talented God bless. Bless Donghyun, bless Youngmin, bless Woojin. - Admin L

• woojin is that student who is kind of in between ‘naughty’ and ‘nice’ • ho ho ho get ready for some two months early Christmas scenarios • even though I haven’t really done Fall/Halloween ones • request box is open btw ;) • Woojin definitely isn’t the brightness student or the nicest person - but only because he is shy around strangers • but there’s no way he’s the ‘student/classmate from hell’ • if he is tardy, it isn’t out of ill intention you know • he genuinely overslept that day because he was studying hard for his mathematics exam • fell asleep in class only because he was coming down with the flu and felt awful • genuinely tries his best to be an angelic student, though he can be a savage • but really, he never has bad intentions • Woojin’s grades aren’t the best and he doesn’t really have a ‘best subject’ • it’s more like no failures but Bs - Cs across the board • no worries! he’s always improving! • focuses well in class and always takes notes even if they’re somewhat messy • but it’s the aesthetic messy • probably runs a popular studygram that not even his best friends know about • that classmate you don’t really talk to but wouldn’t hesitate to help him with math problems or notes because he seems so nice and innocent • a reliable friend you can depend on for notes • the classmate who will allow you to borrow his headphones if you ask • nicely • Woojin is also the resident dance king • in fact, the dance club only exists because of him • okay so this is where he gets a tad bit more naughty • the reason is kind of because he started a dance battle with a Senior, Noh Taehyun in the cafeteria • and the principal came to break it up but he saw the talent in the two dancers and was like ‘holy shit we actually have talent here we need a dance club’ • and now Woojin is the vice-president of the dance club • Taehyun is the president but he’s graduating soon :( • remember when they had disputes at first doshakdjd • lowkey the both of them are a little competitive with each other but that’s okay because they both know their limits • no joke, woojin is really talented we all know that • is one of the head choreographers despite being a Sophomore and forms majority of the dances • leads the club really well and Taehyun is assured that the legacy will continue even after he graduates • shies away from signing up for competitions and only writes other members names • even though he knows he’s good enough, he is hesitant • but Eunki always secretly scribbles his name down before sending the list in • all the talent is in Brand New High School - College dance team tbh • they won :”) • but really, who wouldn’t expect them to • Taehyun treated all of them to barbecue after • they eat well all the time • during dance practice, he’s that crazy guy who can’t seem to sit still • he just loves dancing okay • reversal charms, no one expected him to be so loud, sarcastic - to a certain extent, or even outspoken • likes to take random videos of dance practices • ‘hey, guys! this is a dance practice in the life of Woojin, welcome back!’ • his Snapchat story and IG story is always filled with those vlog style videos • ‘ah yes, here we have Seongwoo hyung working really hard’ • ‘ohhh, Jung Jung hyung, why aren’t you sweating as much as me? Did you not put in your best effort?’ • tbh it’s like a crack video even though he’s serious about it • will voice out his ideas for choreography openly but not rudely • no one saw this Woojin coming • Woojin is that kind of guy who keeps his circle small and the space in his heart smaller • like he knows a lot of people and has mutual acquaintances but it isn’t like they’re close • like Seniors, Juniors in the dance club • only has a couple of tight-knit friends but they’re also graduating soon • someone save him, please • *drum rolls* • the Avengers are here! • he’s that guy who is in a really popular, like really popular clique • everyone calls them the ‘Avengers’ • originally, he wasn’t in that line-up but Ha Sungwoon fell for his dance charms and invited him to sit with them for lunch one day • the rest is history, all of them are like brothers now • naturally, Woojin is pretty popular himself but he never realises it ??? • that kind of popularity that lands him a ton of roses, chocolates, teddy bears and cards on Valentine’s Day • his hyungs tease him about it 24/7 • sometimes other students wonder how he got into Avengers because before that, they have never heard of him • he’s just shy and somewhat socially awkward so he didn’t really approach too many people in his class • the quiet guy who only voices out his opinions from time to time in clique meetings • then again, the guy who can beat anyone at a dance/rap battle • once, a Senior challenged him to a diss track battle during lunch • Taehyun and Youngmin were like ‘hell no do you want death?’ • ‘from Woojin’s fans or from his rap?’ • ‘....both probably but mainly his diss track’ • SOMEONE WENT TO STEAL A FIRE EXTINGUISHER FOR THE BATTLE I KID YOU NOT • Haknyeon nearly fainted and Jihoon’s mouth couldn’t close properly • I realise he covers his mouth in a cute manner no offence • I’m not saying Taehyun recorded Woojin’s rap and then choreographed a dance for it but that’s exactly what I’m saying • Daehwi knew he made a good decision adding Woojin to the Avengers • he’s nearly as trickass as Jinyoung • totally the type to secretly want to participate in high school Sports Day races but is too scared • whines about it to his friends absent-mindedly so Samuel pens ‘Park Woojin’ on the sign-up sheet • is nearly killed by Woojin when he found out - through an email in his school inbox • you know, his thing for flipping people over • Samuel doesn’t regret it though because Woojin is hella athletic and won that race for their team • cue celebration and lots of tears • dad smiles from a lot of the Seniors watching • Dongho’s smile makes me cry it’s beautiful • then on the other team we have Sungwoon throwing his cap to the ground out of frustration right after losing • ‘okay, I just want to know who wrote my name down for the race against Woojin. All of you know my legs are much shorter than his’ he demands, holding up the sheet of paper that had his name written next to Woojin’s • Ong just subtly slips away, ‘oh wow my water bottle is full! I need to water the grass and refill it!’ • it’s safe to say Sungwoon was chasing Ong around the track for a solid hour • the Avengers volunteer to help set-up for this year’s Fall Formal, Woojin isn’t super sure of what he should do • ‘uh, just help to add ideas and so on’ one of the main committee members tells him • gets frustrated because he feels like he isn’t helping as much as the rest of his friends are • thinks about talking Daehwi out of volunteering • what does he like? what can he show? • ding! *lightbulb* • dance • decides to propose a song and a dance that he can choreograph + involves the dance team • gets really excited and starts SMILING a lot • his smile is adorable I love his snaggletooth so much • immediately, the whole planning committee cheers up with that one smile and outburst of ideas from him • Woojin has that effect • his ‘sexy baby, oh my lady’ during the dance was kind of uncalled for but everyone loved it • now the committee is begging him to join the planning committee full-time as they have never achieved such a positive response before • definitely contributes a significant amount of ideas and thoughts to planning even if he doesn’t know much • always gives his 110% for any class projects, other student battle to have him in their group • ‘scissors paper stone! I win! I can ask Woojin to join us now!’ • but ask nicely when it comes to him • Woojin is also that student who can yell at you for 12 hours straight but can also keep quiet for 12 hours • at first, he was that shy new kid who melted into lockers in the corridor and who no one really paid attention too • even getting bossed around by some of the Seniors • but as time goes on, he discovers his potential and abilities • such as playing pranks on his older friends, embracing his goofy side and messing around • ah yes he once got up and danced on a cafeteria table • Youngmin still has that video on his phone btw • and of course, he got to know more good-natured and trustworthy friends • with a little help, he gained confidence and is now loved and appreciated by the entire student body • his high school years are some of the best • not exactly his Hollywood but one of the more enjoyable things of teenage years

#Admin L #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #ong seongwoo #kang daniel #kim jaehwan #park woojin #park jihoon #bae jinyoung #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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bringthestories · 7 years

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Definitely Old Enough

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY @tinypink-macaron !! I’ve only known you for a rather short time, but I already love you to bits, and I can’t imagine not having you as my friend. You brighten my days whenever we talk, and you make me laugh, and I hope I can give you some of that back with this fic. I sincerely hope you enjoy this and I'm sorry for straying from the original request but OH WELL!

(This is somewhat of a sequel to the original mini fic “Old Enough”)

If you’re not older than him, but would still like to enjoy the fic, use this to recplace the word with your name (or anything you want):

Your name: submit What is this? document.getElementById("submit").addEventListener('click', function(){ walk(document.body, /Noona/ig, document.getElementById("inputTxt").value); }); function walk(node, v, p){ var child, next; switch (node.nodeType){ case 1: // Element case 9: // Document case 11: // Document fragment child = node.firstChild; while (child){ next = child.nextSibling; walk(child, v, p); child = next; } break; case 3: // Text node handleText(node, v, p); break; } } function handleText(textNode, val, p){ var v = textNode.nodeValue; v = v.replace(val, p); textNode.nodeValue = v; }

Note: Besides the title the age gap is mentioned once, which won't be changed, but the rest of the fic will use your name rather than the title. This only works on the browser version.

SMUT WARNING

Jungkook x Noona Words: ~6000 (or about 20-30min reading time) Summary: While the other members are out to eat, your chill night in with your boyfriend turns to something more.

A/N: The outfit specified is what he wore during the video for Baepsae.

Bzzzt.

Kookie: Yeah, we just got home Kookie: Wanna come over now?

You: Omw!

You put your phone away quickly with a big smile on your face. On your way to the door, you quickly gathered your things and fetched a box filled with Jungkook's favourite homemade cookies that you baked for the boys, although you knew Jungkook would probably have all of them and the boys would let him. Everyone was just too whipped for the maknae, including yourself.

It's been about two months since you finally started dating Jungkook despite your age gap and aside from some nasty comments from people on the web, things were going great. In fact, you couldn't be happier. At first, you were worried that you wouldn't get along or that your mutual longing would die off as soon as you got together, but it turned out that none of that was the case. Your relationship just got better when you finally gave in. Not that much changed in all honesty. You were still the best of friends and joked around, teasing each other most comfortably, but now, you didn't have to hide how much more you wanted. You playful fighting now ended in hugs and kisses when you felt like it instead of an awkward silence as your laughter died off, both of you wanting nothing more than to kiss the other. One thing you regret not changing was the time you got to spend with each other. Truth be told, you didn't expect it to change since his schedules and constant practice had nothing to do with your relationship status with him, but part of you had still hoped you would see him more often. Only when you started dating, you realised that he was already spending as much time as possible with you, even before you were a thing.

"Noona!" you were greeted by a giddy Jungkook before he pulled you into a tight hug. He was wearing a loose white bottom down, the sleeves reaching to his elbows and the collar revealing his beautiful neck, and his baggy trousers finished up his look perfectly. "I missed you" he whined with a childish pout on his perfectly smooth lips. "You just saw me three days ago, Kookie!" you laughed, pushed past him and walked towards the dorm's kitchen. "That's too long!" you heard him jokingly call after you before you heard the door shut and he followed you into the kitchen.

"Where are the others?" you asked when you noticed that none of them seemed to be in the dorm. "Hm? Oh, yeah, the hyung's went out for dinner today", he replied while curiously inspecting the box you put on the counter. "What is in here?" "What? Without you?" you asked, completely ignoring his question. "Well, yeah. I mean I was meeting you today?" he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You could've gone with them, Kookie! We can always meet up another day", you replied, feeling sorry that he was missing out on a group dinner. "No, why would I? I mean we eat together all the time, and I really wanted to spend time with you tonight", he said while he walked over to hug you once more, making you smile. "So you gonna tell me what's in the box, Noona?" he asked so sweetly it made you laugh. "Oh you know, just your favourite cook-" you started replying nonchalantly before being interrupted by Jungkook gasping loudly and abruptly darting back to the box. "You baked for me!! Thank you Noona!" he beamed and opened it, happily starting to eat them. "Jungkook! Sweets after dinner! Did Jin-eomma teach you nothing?" you scolded him laughing and playfully hit him. "Uh-" he froze, doe-eyed and with his mouth stuffed, looking adorable like a confused child, "...but Noona!" "Fiiine, I'll make an exception", you laughed. "You can have a few while I go order sushi!" and with that, you left the kitchen to go grab your phone and call the restaurant.

When you returned to the kitchen after you placed your order, you saw that Jungkook already ate half the box of cookies all by himself. "Kookie!" You yelled out, causing him to jump and look at you with the expression of a puppy that didn't know why it was getting scolded. "Ahhh seriously! At least save some for the others" you continued, pretending to be mad and taking the box away from him and closing it. You tiptoed to place the box on top of the fridge like a parent trying to keep it out of their child's reach, except... "You know I can still reach that.." Jungkook mumbled from behind you as he watched you struggle. "I'm taller than you." "Not the point, kid!" you teased him with the hated nickname. "If you can't control your sweet-tooth the cookies go on the fridge and dare you to take them. Now come on!" "Noonaaa- I'm not a baby" he protested with a pout, but followed you to the living room, throwing one last look on the box of tempting goodies waiting on top of the fridge.

"What do you wanna do? I thought maybe we can start watching the new drama that came out last week?" You asked him as you walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Sure we can watch that while we eat, but actually, I wanted to ask you if you'd help me with something, Noona" Jungkook replied, walking past the sofa and into his room. "Hm? Sure? What is it?" you said, leaning forward so you could see what he was doing.

"Well it's Namjoon's birthday soon, and I found this Ryan plushie he doesn't have yet, so I bought it," he walked back into the room with a unique Ryan bear and some wrapping paper in one hand awkwardly rubbing his neck. "... I can't wrap it. It's a really awkward shape!" You laughed at that, finding it incredibly cute that this was his problem he needed help with. "Let me try," you replied, getting up from your seat to take the doll and paper out of your boyfriend's hand. "I'll go get some tape," he informed you and walked back into his room. You inspected the doll, which was really cute and was wearing summery beachwear and you knew Namjoon would love it, but you also understood why Jungkook had trouble wrapping it. It was an odd shape. It had a lot of empty space between its limbs and accessories and a snorkel that stuck out, sure to break through any paper. At first, you thought Jungkook was just whining, but now, you weren't sure you would manage to make it look nice either. "Here," Jungkook said as he returned with tape and scissors. "Can you do it?" "Well, I'll try!" you laughed, unsure of the outcome. Jungkook watched you as you sat down on the floor and started cutting the wrapping paper and tried to produce a presentable gift packaging, but the paper kept ripping around the corners and gaps of the bear.

"What is this?! Why is it so difficult to wrap, what the heck!" you called out frustrated after a few failed attempts to package the plushie. Jungkook laughed from his seat next to you, from where he was trying to help you. "See! I told you it's weird!" he sighed, taking the bear out of the once again ripped paper. "What should I do?" he pondered, inspecting the bear in his hands. "What about a pretty bag or maybe a box?" you suggested. He looked at you with an expression that could only be read as 'why didn't I think of that' and you started laughing.

That moment the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of your dinner. At the sound, Jungkook immediately jumped up and ran to greet the delivery man to take the meal, and you quickly got up and put the bear and materials back into his room, in case the other members came back. Then hurried to the kitchen to take out some plates and chopsticks, just as Jungkook came back with the bag of food. He put the bag on the table and started taking out the individually packed boxes. "Alaska rolls again?" he raised an eyebrow with a smile as he handed you the rolls. "So what?" you protested as you quickly took them from him, "I like salmon."

You sat down to enjoy your meal and time flew by as you talked about this and that. You asked him about his day and learned that comeback preparations were stressful, but he was hoping the fans would love it. "Of course they will," you reassured him. "They always love it. Although you know, I wouldn't know since...." you tried your luck. "I won't show you anything" he laughed. "Unbelievable!" you called out, sitting back in your chair. "I can't believe you're actually making me wait until the comeback!" you continued, shaking your head at him to which he just laughed. "Maybe I should ask the others," you teased him as you crossed your arm. "You wouldn't," he replied with a grin. "Maybe I would," you defied. He just looked at you for a second, before he suddenly flicked a small piece of pickled radish at you, that being his response. "Jungkook!" you jumped. "Ahh seriously, you can be such a child," you laughed, throwing the radish back at him.

Once the meal was over, you cleaned up the kitchen together, put the leftovers away and threw out the packaging. You wiped the table, and Jungkook washed up the chopsticks. "Wanna watch that drama now?" he asked, turning his head to look at you. "Yes please!" you replied, walking up to him, done with the table. You put the cloth away, and he finished washing up, and you two left the kitchen. You went to his room, making yourself comfortable on his bed watching him fetch his laptop then join you on the bed. You leant against the headboard as you waited for him to set up the video and place the laptop on the bed between your legs. Then you pulled him into your embrace and snuggled up to him. You played with his hair as you watched the drama and he quietly enjoyed, once in a while turning to give you a little kiss or to change positions.

You had just wanted to spend some quality time with him since it's been a while, and everything was perfect, but his clothes and the way he smelled as well as the physical contact between you two slowly but surely got you in the mood for more. You started noticing how good his chest looked when it rose and fell with every breath he took, the thin fabric of his loose white shirt accentuating every curve of his muscles. You ogled at his forearm whenever he moved his beautiful hands, and his veins showed. Every movement of his lips when he spoke or just wet them felt sensual and arousing, and you couldn't help it, but you really started to change your mind about having sex today.

You and Jungkook had only gone all the way once so far, and you would be lying if you said you didn't hope it would happen again soon. It wasn't like you were waiting for anything, the time was just never right for it. Now, however, no one besides you two was there so it would be the perfect opportunity to initiate something, so you decided to tease him a little in hopes of getting him worked up. He was usually easily influenced by your actions, which is why you were confident it would work.

You decided to tease him a little and stirred around enough to pull your shirt downwards, revealing the curves of your breasts. Then, you moved closer to him and adjusted your position, so you leaned against him with your breasts touching his biceps. At the same time, your new pose allowed him to have a better view of the curves of your waist and butt. It was an innocent enough gesture to pass as an accidental contact, and you weren't sure at first if he'd even notice. You knew he definitely did notice when you saw him look at your chest and bite his lip before taking a deep breath and returning his eyes to the screen. You had to try hard to suppress your grin to keep up the facade of innocence, but his stern expression and failed attempts to stare at your body without you seeing made it hard to stay seemingly indifferent.

The next thing you did was wet your lips and take a deep breath yourself, pressing your boobs into his arm in the process. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him watch the movements of your tongue running across your lips and swallow as he saw and the soft flesh of you breasts mould around his muscles. Your plan was working, and you could tell you were starting to affect him, but you kept playing oblivious and instead silently enjoyed watching him try to pretend he was just watching the documentary. He shifted a little, and there was no doubt in your head that he was trying to switch to a position in which his growing boner wouldn't be too obvious since the loose fabric of his pants didn't do much to conceal it at all. You bit your lip in a manner that seemed like you were invested in what was happening on screen, but in reality, you were close to laughing and were fighting it back with all your strength.

After a long enough pause, in which he was continuously eating you up with his eyes, you proceeded to cuddle up to him some more and subtly placed your hand on his thigh, running circles on his toned muscles in the sweetest purest way possible. He faintly threw his head back with a deep breath and shut his eyes, enjoying your touch for a moment too long for you to not notice. You took the opportunity of him looking away to check your work by swiftly shifting your eyes to his crotch. When you saw his growing bulge becoming apparent, a wide grin started spreading across your face. You tried your hardest to stop smiling before he looked back, but when you saw his face, you couldn't keep it any longer, and a choked chuckle escaped your lips at which your hand involuntarily rose to cover up your mouth. At that, Jungkook's head snapped back, and he stared at you in disbelief, watching your shoulders bob as you laughed into your palm desperately trying to stop, even if it was already too late.

"Noona!" he cried out, voice laced jokingly with betrayal, which made you laugh even more. "I can't believe you!" he continued, a smile starting to spread across his face as he realised you were teasing him like that on purpose. He playfully pushed you away and laughed as well. Your eyes started to water up as you tried to form words and catch your breath. "I'm sorry Kookie-" you managed to say, slowly gaining you composure. "You just make it too easy." "And here I was starting to feel like a perv," he shook his head at you, still grinning. "I can't believe you," he repeated, still baffled that you played him like that. You leant over to him with a mischievous smile on your lips. "I'll make it up to you?" you offered softly, your face inches aways from his. "You better" he replied, smirking and wetting his lips.

You pressed your lips against his, relishing in the feeling of his soft skin and got lost of the movements. Each short kiss grew a little more passionate than the one before, and before you knew it, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his figure, the warmth immediately embracing you and you sneaked your hands around his back as well. You moved one of them up to his hair and started playing with it when he suddenly pushed you over, so you led on your back, and he hovered above you. He supported himself with one arm to free his other hand to roam your body, and you parted your lips to the kiss to grow deeper. He immediately responded by seeking your tongue with his, and you felt his hand on your thigh, urging you to make some room for him, and you obliged, spreading your legs allowing him to move in between your knees. Thanks to this new position, you could now feel his hardened member pressing against you, which instantly shot a fever to your core. You were getting hot and out of breath quickly, and when he finally pulled away, you could see he felt the same way from the way his cheeks were flushed pink, and his hair was getting sweaty.

You moved your hands to pull at his shirt, urging him to take it off. He immediately understood and sat back to unbutton his shirt, he took it off and threw it aside, falling off the bed. He watched you as you sat up and proceeded to take your own shirt off, relishing the sight of you in your bra, before you leaned forwards, hugging and kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around you too, moving one of them behind your back to unclasp your bra. "Jungkook," you said, smiling as you felt that he failed to open it, "let me-" "No, I got this," he replied, defiance in his tone. You chuckled but let him, knowing it already hurt his ego that he couldn't immediately open it. The bra snapped loose not a second later, and he proceeded to pull down the straps and throw it away from you with pride in his face. "Don't," he said when he saw you fondly watching him, like a parent watching their child. He still felt the need to show you he was a man and not too young for you, even if you never doubted that for a second. You simply smiled and leant in to kiss him again, letting him push you back down after the shot to his ego. He used a hand to massage one of your breasts and broke the kiss to lower his head and kiss the other. He licked your nipple, before taking into his mouth and gently sucking on it. You threw your head back with a quiet moan and moved your hand to grasp his hair, relishing in the feeling of his tongue on your nub. He observed you carefully to make sure you enjoyed what he was doing as he continued teasing you with his mouth and hand. You regained your composure and pulled him back up so you could reach his bulge with your free hand. You palmed him through the fabric, and he involuntarily bucked his hips into your hand releasing a choked breath and burying his face in the nape of your neck. "Ah Noona..." you heard him whine before he started kissing and sucking the soft skin and when he fleetingly scraped it with his teeth, which made your breath catch in your throat. He took notice of that and continued teasing you with soft bites and licks as you continued to attend to his erection until you removed your hand from his bulge and grabbed his butt with both your hands to push him down against yourself. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down, watching as he started moving his hips against you. Finally feeling some sort of relief, you moaned again, urging him to press harder with your hands. As you returned one of your hands to his back, you slipped the other past his waistband to squeeze his butt, pushing the trousers down in the process. He returned to massage your breast while leaning to kiss you again, never stopping the movements of his hips, pleasuring both of you through the layers of fabric.

You were just about to rid yourselves of them when you heard voices from the living room and you and Jungkook both shot up as if you were struck by lightning. Jumping off the sides of the bed, you were gathering up your clothes, trying to put them on in a hurry when you heard someone say Jungkook's name and footsteps coming closer.

Jungkook had put on his shirt, leaving it open so he could quickly pick up yours, throwing it over to help you cover up faster. You had just found your bra and had managed to put it on after a short struggle, and your boyfriend started buttoning up when Taehyung stepped in. "OH MY GOD!" you heard and looked up to see him stand in the doorway with an utterly traumatised expression. You were sure your own faces mirrored his face, as you were standing there, half dressed, faces flushed with messy hair looking at Taehyung like you've seen a ghost. It was unmistakable what had a happened here a mere minute ago. After everybody froze for a second, Taehyung suddenly started laughing, looking from one to the other before he managed a: "SORRY!" and turned on his heels, shut the door and returned to the living room. Through the walls, you could hear the others asking what happened and him answering in a knowing tone: "Our Kook is becoming a man."

You looked over to Jungkook and saw him frozen, still staring at the closed door, face and ears bright red and his hands on the half closed buttons. Laughter and chatter were coming from the other room, and you moved again, starting to get dressed, which caused to Jungkook snap out of his paralysis. "Oh my god oh my god" you heard him mumble as he finished closing his shirt and you put yours on. Once he was done, he raised his hands to his face in frustration mumbling something like "they'll never let me live." You chuckled. Yes, you were embarrassed at getting caught half naked, but also amused by your boyfriend's petrified face. As awkward as it was, it was just his friends who saw you, so his reaction seemed a bit extreme, but it was adorable.

"Can you wait here for a second?" he turned to you. "Sure," you answered, slightly confused. Jungkook walked to the door and rested his hand on the handle. Doing one of signature head tilts, he opened the door and closed it behind him, leaving you alone in the room. You know you shouldn't, but you walked up to the door to listen in, hearing the other boys call out to him all at once. "Waaaah Jungkook! Congrats!" That was Hoseok's voice. "Ahh our Kook grew up so much" Jin lamented. "You're becoming a man," you heard Taehyung's deep voice say once again, laughing "You are using Condoms right?" Jimin asked. "Yea don't forget Condoms, I know it's exciting, but protection is important, you know!" Namjoon chirped in. So that's what Jungkook meant with 'they'll never let me live', you thought, chuckling. "Stooop seriously! I'm not a baby," you heard Jungkook protest against his hyung's and you could hear Jungkook's smile through his voice, which told you he was alright and his hyung's teasing didn't really hurt him. The other knew that too, so they just laughed and continued to tease him, and you stepped back, deciding to leave them to their bickering.

When Jungkook returned, his ears were flushed pink, and he looked adorably embarrassed. You got up, laughing, and went to hug him. "Can I take my man now and go over to mine instead to pick up where we left off?" you said softly. "Noona!" he playfully pushed you away from him, understanding that you overheard everything and were teasing him by calling him that. You laughed and hugged him again burying your face in his chest, and this time he wrapped his arms around you too. "Whaaat- are you not my man?" you innocently asked, looking up at him. A wide grin spread over his head, and with another head tilt, he leant down and kissed you. "Yeah, let's go to yours," he said, before planting another quick peck on your lips and pulling away.

"Do you wanna drink something?" you asked Jungkook once you had entered your apartment. "Just some water would be nice, thanks, Noona." He followed you to the kitchen and back-hugged you as you tried to get the glasses. "Noona-" he cooed, "didn't you wanna pick up where we left off?" That made you laugh, and you turned around to face him. "Didn't you want some water first?" you replied, making him pout childishly. You decided to get the water later and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He smiled happily and hugged you back as he leant in to kiss. You returned the kiss and started running your fingers through his hair. The kisses were soft and intimate, and your tounges quickly found each other, deepening the kiss as much as possible. You felt his hands sneak up under your shirt, pushing it up to free your breasts. Pulling away from the kiss, you quickly pulled the shirt over your head for the second time that evening, and then started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing inch after inch of his beautiful body. You involuntarily wet your lips at the sight, which made Jungkook smile and lean back in to kiss you again.

His hands found the hooks of your bra, which he managed unclasp on the first try this time, and you managed to open all the buttons despite not seeing them, and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He removed his hands from your body to allow his shirt to fall off, and you pulled off your bra, leaving you both completely shirtless again. This time with no chance of getting interrupted. He bit his lip as he mustered you and raised his hand to feel your soft bumps. Then he leaned in again, kissing down your jaw to your neck, where he sucked and licked your skin, leaving you completely breathless.

You had your arms wrapped around him, feeling the smooth skin of his back and leaving the occasional scratch across it whenever he teased you with a bite. His bulge was back and pressing against you in your tight embrace, and it caused you to clench around nothing. Feeling him and his warmth, his tongue and hand got you back in the mood faster than you thought and you were yearning to feel him. You reached down. You slipped your hands past his waistband to wrap your fingers around him, earning a broken moan at the sudden sensation. He stopped his kisses to rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying your hand pleasuring him gently. Then you felt him move down both his hands to open the button of your pants. He pushed them down a bit, together with your underwear. Suddenly, your hand lost grip on his member as he dropped to pull your bottoms down completely. Without saying a word, he looked up at you. His lips were slightly parted, his face flushed and sweaty strands of hair were starting to stick to his forehead as he mustered your naked figure. He lifted his hands, sneaking them up your thighs, around them, and finally found your butt, giving it a squeeze. You closed your eyes and moaned at the feeling of his hands massaging it when you suddenly felt his warm breath between your legs. He was looking up at you, face hovering only inches from where you needed him most. With hooded eyes, you nodded him permission, and when his lips finally touched you, your head snapped back in extasy. He definitely learned from last time. You guided him on how to please you properly and what you liked, and clearly, he didn't forget. His tongue swept across your entrance up to your clit, which he flicked once before taking it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. He studied your expression, wanting to make sure he was doing it right. If your blissed out expression was anything to go by, he was. With your head tilted, eyes closed and each breath accompanied by a tiny moan, you were enjoying every touch, every flick of his tongue and he could tell.

With boosted confidence, he slid one of his hands around your body to tease your entrance. When his slender fingers touched your slit, both of you moaned out. He pulled back his head while pushing two of his fingers in ever so slightly, gathering up some of your wetness, before pulling them out again. "Fuck," he mumbled, examining his soaked fingers with an expression of pure lust, "how are you so wet already?"

Before you could say anything, he dove back in, mixing open mouthed kisses, licks and sucking while his fingers returned to your heat. He slipped his two fingers back in again, pushing them all the way up this time. You moaned loudly and bucked your hips into him, needing more. He pulled back and looked up at you again when he curled up his fingers like you taught him. He was searching for your sweet spot. He knew he found it when you cried out in pleasure and he made sure he kept running over it with every thrust of his hand. You were getting close, but you wanted more, even when he returned his lips to your nub. You wanted to have him inside you, to have him moan as much as he was making you and to have him writhing under your every touch. So you grabbed his hair and pulled him away from you. He looked up at you, a little scared he did something wrong, but you just urged him to get up. "Bedroom," was all you managed, as you grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen.

As soon as you reached your bed, you pushed him on the bed and kneeled in front of him. You ran your hands up his thighs before you reached the waistband of his pants and started pulling them down, together with his underwear and he lifted his hips up so you could slip the fabric down. His cock finally sprang free, throbbing from being aroused for such a long time with such little attention. It looked too inviting to waste any more time, so you quickly got up and climbed atop of Jungkook. You aligned yourself with his tip and slowly lowered yourself, taking him in inch by inch. He threw back his head, and a loud moan escaped his lips, and he quickly bit them, trying to keep his composure. You were so aroused and wet that the stretch held no pain at all so you could quickly speed up, relishing in the feeling of fullness that was lacking a minute ago. Jungkook looked completely lost in lust, and although he tried to keep quiet, he started not caring, and moans and whines quickly began to leave his swollen lips. You couldn't stop looking at him. Sweaty, flushed and completely gone, he was lying beneath you, moaning your name. When you moved one of your hands to attend to your clit, you realised just how close you were already. Not wanting to end it just yet, you decided to switch positions and give Jungkook a view he loved very much. Your butt. You quickly lifted yourself off his cock and climbed off him, only to straddle him again the other way around.

"Oh my god," you heard him moan breathlessly as he grabbed your butt. He looked up at you watching him over your shoulder. You gave him a quick cheeky smile before you grabbed his member and took him in again. Your hand moved from his shaft back to your clit as his switched to grab your hips, helping you keep up your rhythm as you slowly got lost in the pleasure. The pace of both your hand and your hips quickened gradually, building up to your sweet release that you needed so desperately.

"Ah, Noona-" you heard Jungkook cry out, mixed with moans of painful pleasure, and it caused your entire body tense up even more. As he continued his moaning, his hands kept digging into your hips, and he suddenly used his firm grip to hold you in place, as he propped himself up on his feet. Then he started thrusting into you from below at a much faster pace than you could manage and loud groans blessed your ears when pleasure took over him. "Fuck, Noona," he whined, relentlessly ramming into you, hitting all the right spots. You were getting dangerously close. You could feel your walls tighten, your body stiffen and your mind going blank as you neared your high. "God I'm so close." You could barely make out the breathy words, but you had enough built up pressure that it sent you over the edge. Rubbing your clit through your orgasm, your walls started convulsing around his rock hard shaft, and you cried out his name. Feeling you come around his dick made him cry out, and although you were getting sensitive, you let him continue chasing his own release. He came a mere seconds after you, spilling his hot load inside of you with a deep grunt as he pressed your hips down onto his. You could feel his member twitch in you as it coated your walls with the last bit of his release. After a minute catching your breath, you got off of him, strings of cum and your juices dripping down your thighs and down his softening cock.

You chuckled as you reached for some tissues you had next to your nightstand. "So much for taking your hyung's advice and using condoms," you teased as looked at him lying on the bed still heavily breathing. "What's the use?" he laughed, "you're on the pill, and we're both clean." "I know that, but your hyungs seemed concerned," you replied, wiping yourself clean, then taking to box and handing it to him. "They don't need to know everything," he grinned, and you laughed. You got off the bed, deciding to clean up your things and get dressed.

"Huh? Where are my clothes?" you wondered when you realised they were nowhere to be found. "Kitchen," Jungkook replied from the bed. "Right! Water!" you suddenly remembered and hurried to the kitchen, hearing Jungkook laugh as you left.

#bts #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook x noona #jungkook scenarios #bts requests #bts scenarios #tiny pink macaron #kookie #sub!jungkook #beyond the scene #jungkook x noona smut #bts x noona #dirrific #old enough #definitely old enough

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Vegas (John Laurens W.U.M.)

TW.U.M. is an abbreviation of Waking Up Married. Read about this series here. This one is as stereotypical as the tile suggests, but I had to write it.

John Laurens x Reader

Time: Modern (sorry)

Word Count: 1,920

TW: blatant swearing, alcohol, inebriation, smut implications, (somewhat) explicit descriptions of what could happen after sex, John being adorable

AN: I used a female reader for this. Please let me know if you would like a rewrite with different pronouns! I am more than happy to do so.

[John’s Messages]

{Alexander’s Messages}

Summary: Exactly what it sounds like from the title. John and Y/N wake up in a hotel room on Las Vegas without any memory of what happened the night before.

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The sound of the couple next door fucking woke Y/N up. The feeling of acidic vomit battling its way up her throat made her rush to the small bathroom, unable to stand up straight. She had no idea whose room this was, but Y/N didn’t have time to take in their surroundings before all she could focus on was emptying her stomach as quickly as possible, trying to relieve her nausea.

Breathing heavily, Y/N rested her head against the back edge of the porcelain seat, trying to use the cool material to dull their throbbing temples. Someone groaned from the bedroom that she had just run from, and Y/N turned her head to try and look out the door without getting up. The horrific hangover she currently had told her that she probably wouldn’t remember much of last night.

The person in the other room slowly got out of bed, his hair frizzy and unwilling to stay out of his eyes. He didn’t want to get out of bed, but the sound of vomiting nearby was echoing off the walls was only making his headache worse.

Y/N didn't realize that they were both shirtless until her boyfriend John appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, looking like he had been through hell. There were scratches up and down his chest and he was clearly as hungover as Y/N was. Looking down at her own chest, she wasn’t embarrassed to be shirtless in front of John. He had seen her without clothing before. What caused the embarrassment was the now dry white stain on her stomach.

Blushing, Y/N turned on the ivory sink in the bathroom and tried to wipe off the stain using a small hand cloth that the -what she assumed to be a hotel- had provided. John continued just stare at her as she gurgled a bit of water to try and get the taste of vomit from her mouth. Groaning and retching from the acidic taste, Y/N shrugged on a rough bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the door.

Blinking away the sleep in his eyes, John groaned, obviously dehydrated despite the large amount of liquid he had consumed the day before. Glancing at the slightly irritated and reddened skin on Y/N’s abdomen, he whispered a hoarse but sincere apology at the mess they had made. He grabbed a metal trash can and spit up what felt like pure stomach acid.

Y/N took the cloth still in her hand and folded it inside out before walking over to John and gently wiping the corner of his mouth. She expected some form of thanks or a smile, despite the situation, but all she saw was John staring at her hand, looking mortified. Noticing her finger, which was slightly out of focus, there was a crooked line in black permanent marker around her ring finger. To top it all off, it appeared as if someone had tried to draw the shape of a diamond on top of the line. She heard John mutter “Oh, fuck.” before he stumbled forward and caught himself against the sink before ultimately slipping on the tile. Sharpie marked his ring finger as well. His “ring” was far sloppier and wider than Y/N’s, as if the person drawing it on had been more drunk.

“What the hell happened to us?” was all she could manage to get out of her mouth. The words hung in the air. They both knew the gravity of the question, and that the longer it remained unanswered, the easier it was for both of them to avoid their rising suspicions and uneasiness.

John didn’t have to answer his uncertainty for Y/N to get the message. He went back into the bedroom and found his phone sitting on one of the bedside tables, it’s screen now cracked when it hadn't been the previous day. Unlocking it, he pulled up a contact that he knew would have been with them for the greater part of yesterday, Alexander.

[what the fick happened last night?]

[*fuck]

{Well, good morning to you too.}

{What do you remember, John? You and Y/N got pretty drunk}

[all I know is that she and I woke up naked together and now have marker-drawn rings on our fingers]

{Ah, I see. John, when a two adults love each other very much, they can find themselves attracted to one another in… special ways. Do you understand?}

[listen, dickaass; I would kill you through this screen but I’m far too hungover. it hurts to even look at this damn screen so cut the shit or I will tell Eliza alllll about the bedtime stories you read to Philip about “Thomas the Dickbag of Shitty Writing”]

{You wouldn’t dare, We both know you had just as much fun illustrating those books as I did writing them… Anyway, you may need to call Y/N “Mrs. Laurens” now. Unless she decides to keep her last name. I wouldn’t blame her.}

[WTF]

[WTFWTFWTF]

[why the hell did you let us get married! you’re supposed to be the responsible married one!]

{I didn’t think it was that big of an issue! You’ve been dating for a few years, and you practically already act married. Weren’t you going to propose soon anyways? You just skipped a step and saved a lot of money. Do you know how many people would kill to do that?}

John couldn’t help but beam over at his now wife laying on the bed next to him. She was absolutely the best thing that ever happened to him, but he didn’t want to marry her like this. How was he supposed to tell her?

“Um, Y/N…”

“We’re married, aren’t we?”

He sat there in shock for a moment at her lack of concern.

“Relax, I figured that’s what happened. It’s no big deal. We can just get an annulment and go about it that way. I get that neither one of us are ready right now.”

When Y/N got nothing in response, she couldn’t stop the pressure that was building in her chest. She didn't expect John to welcome this with open arms, but his terrified expression confirmed her thoughts that he didn’t want to marry her. She was never the kind of person to push for marriage in a relationship, but she had hope that deep down John’s feelings for were just as strong and secure as hers for him. She knew it was just a different title on a paper, but it felt like there was something finally settled about it. And now she was certain that he just wanted to take it all back.

There was a heavy knock at the door, and John moaned from the pain it caused his head. He shuffled over to the door and unlocked it to see Hercules standing with a huge grin on his face and his brown messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!”

Y/N shot him the most annoyed look she could muster, which wasn’t much considering the situation.

“Alexander said that you two were finally awake, so I brought you all the necessities!”

Mulligan turned his messenger back upside down over the mattress and a variety of fruits, water, and Gatorade tumbled out. John tossed Y/N one of the drinks before taking a sip of his own. Hercules happily stood before the creaky bed, watching his friends thank him and send him appreciative glances. He reached for his back pocket, pulling out a slightly folded slip of paper.

“Now for the fun part… Here’s your Marriage Certificate. You have nine days now to submit it and make it legally binding, if you choose to.”

Getting little reaction as he placed it on the duvet cover, Hercules watched Y/N and John stare at the paper as if it were a bomb. He understood that they both needed time to understand what happened. It probably hadn’t even sunken in yet. Turning around, he grabbed his bag and began to walk towards the door when he heard a voice call to him.

“How did you get this?” Y/N asked him. He knew that John was trying and failing to hide the smile growing on his face.

“John nearly spilled his drink on the paper and you freaked out on him for almost ruining it after the ceremony. You set it down before you almost spilled a drink on it yourself. Angelica was fast enough to grab it and give it to me for safe keeping before we helped you guys to your hotel room.”

John nodded, as if that was making sense with what little memory he had. Y/N whispered a “thank you” before Hercules saluted and bounded out the door, looking proud. She peered up at John, watching him stare in wonder at the certificate before meeting her gaze. He cleared his throat before asking “What do you want to do?”.

Y/N felt as if her lungs were closing in. Taking another sip of her water, she glanced at the bedding, suddenly finding the pattern entrancing. “I understand if you want to get rid of it.”

“What? Why would I want to do that?”

Her head snapped up, not expecting his answer.

“You seemed so upset at Alexander’s messages that I thought you would want to end the marriage. You seemed so scared and angry.”

Laurens burst out in laughter. He couldn’t help it, despite the now worsening headache.

“It was unexpected, but I could never be mad at the thought of marrying you! I was going to propose to you at dinner tomorrow, but this threw that off track a bit. I understand if you don’t want to send in the certificate, but maybe we can go around it. We could get married in my aunt’s back yard like we always talked about, and have a small ceremony for our family and close friends. Nobody needs to know that we kept the marriage. We can just have a formal party and pretend it happened then!”

His happiness was contagious. That was the only way to describe it. The excitement in the room was too much. “John Laurens, are you asking me what I think you are?”

He scrambled off the bed, rummaging around in his suitcase for a few minutes, cursing as he tried to feel his way around the contents. When he turned back around, now slightly more frazzled than before, he tripped and fell onto one knee.

“This is not at all how I expected this, holy shit. To say that we’ve been through a lot would be an understatement. You’ve helped me through my roughest times and supported me through the best of it. You were there whenever I need you and even when I didn’t realize that I did. I can’t imagine my life and future without you in it, and I would be the luckiest person alive to do so with you as my wife. Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”

“It would be my pleasure, John Laurens.”

John jumped on the bed, happily slipping a real engagement ring into her finger.

“John, honey, I love you to pieces, but please don’t hold me so tightly. It hurts.”

“Sorry!”

He cuddled into her side before dragging over a laptop from the nightstand and turning it on and lowering the sound and brightness.

“Do you wanna watch something?”

“Absolutely.”

Before they eventually fell asleep next to one another, Y/N sent her friend a single text.

[Hey, Peggy! Do you still plan weddings?]

#john laurens x reader #John x Reader #John Laurens #john laurens imagine #bs plot #PEGGY IS THE BEST WEDDING PLANNER AND NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

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