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Title: I've Always Loved you Pairing: Park Jimin x f!reader Word Count: 3k+ Genre: Fluff, Holiday au Summary: You haven't seen Park Jimin in over three years and now your walking into his house to celebrate the spooky season of Halloween. Your feelings mixed as you try to avoid him, but find out he's everywhere. Will you admit your feelings or leave with rejection, find out in this Halloween special! Warning: drinking, kissing, making out, thoughts of feelings on someone else, heartbreak, I never know how to label these things...

Notes: Hello everyone! I hope you all had a very spooky Halloween and that you all stayed safe! I know I ended up staying home cause it started snowing, but with the season of Halloween I decided to write this little drabble and hope you enjoy it! Notes 2: Anyway, this is my first time writing something for BTS so sorry if the guys sound a bit out of character... I was trying something new so feed back is always welcome! Anyway, enjoy the rest of Halloween if your in the states, if not Happy November first! Byeee!!!

“What do you mean ‘you're not going’? You said you would go with me and you promised you would be there.” Your best friend Kaitlyn said as you and her were heading to Jimin’s house for a halloween party.

“I’m. Not. Going. How confusing is that?” you replied as you were laying in bed scrolling through your socials. You hadn’t seen Jimin in what felt like years, and going to this Halloween party meant bumping into him since the party was at his house.

“It's not, but you promised, so you're going. Now get dressed, or I’ll pick out the costume you're wearing, and you know which one I’d put you in.” Kaitlyn said as you gave her a look.

“I am not wearing that costume, and you know my reasoning. Why are you being such a bitch today?”

Kaitlyn shrugged, “Don’t go back on your promises and I won't be a bitch, simple as that.” She said with a huge grin on her face. You groaned knowing that this party could last all night, but being around the others did bring a slight smile to your face. You had gotten close to Hoseok and Seokjin that maybe going to the party wasn’t such a bad idea. You just had to avoid Jimin. How hard could that be?

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“I already hate it here.” You said as you looked at your friend and then at the large house in front of you. The yard and house was packed to the brim. People littered the front yard like Jimin was throwing a yard sale or something and the music that was coming from the front door seemed loud and annoying. Why in sam’s hell did you agree to come to this thing?

Kaitlyn chuckled, "Come on, let's go get a couple of drinks and we can go find Hoseok or someone. You know a ‘familiar face’ so we don’t feel so weirded out. I know I don’t like big crowds, but it was the only party that was happening tonight and we all know that Jimin can throw parties that are out of this world. We’ll have fun. Just relax okay?” Kaitlyn said as the two of you slowly made your way up to the door. You decided to dress up as Diane from The Seven Deadly Sins. Thighs out, boots up to your knee, and a similar hammer attached to your back just in case you needed to beat someone’s ass if they got too touchy. Your friend, Kaitlyn, decided to dress up as Noelle from Black Clover. She said she didn’t want to show too much skin, but if she got drunk enough you knew that she would be naked in a heartbeat. Your eyes rolling in your head as when you entered the house, it was decked out in halloween theme decorations. Fog machines, spider webs, skulls, bats, and pumpkins littering the shelves and tables that you honestly thought the house looked nice. It just made you upset because it was all at Jimin’s house and you didn’t want to be here because you hadn’t seen him in what felt like years.

“You made it! I’m surprised you got her to come!” Hoseok said as he came up to you and gave you and Kaitlyn a hug.

“Took a lot to get her here, but she’s here and she’s not going anywhere since we took my car instead of hers.” Kaitlyn said as you huffed but hugged Hoseok back as you were happy to see him.

“Well, come in! Lets go get you ladies something to drink! I saw Jimin spike the punch with vodka but if you have something else you want to drink, you should have brought it yourself.” Hoseok laughed as you couldn’t move to the kitchen fast enough. You swore you could hear Jimin talking to someone nearby and your heart was racing.

“Y/N! You’re here! OMG! I’m so happy you're here!” Taehyung smiled as you could tell he had already started drinking.

“Hey, V, how are you doing?” You asked as the four of you made your way to the punch bowl and started pouring drinks. You didn’t really want to drink, but Kaitlyn said it would help you relax more so bottoms up and pray you’ll have a good night.

“I’m doing wonderful! Have you said hi to everyone? Did you lock lips with you know who?” Taehyung asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

You scrunched up your nose and shook your head, “No, I didn’t ‘lock lips with you know who.’ I have yet to see him and hope to god I don’t see him. I’m sure he had long forgotten about me and to be honest I’m okay with that.” You said as you heard some shuffling around behind you and then a voice. That voice bringing a shiver down your spine as it always sounded a bit high pitched, but not in an annoying way, more like a bell or a choir singing to you. The voice was magical that you wished you could hear the voice more often. You just didn’t know if tonight was the night you were going to confess. You and him haven’t talked for over three years. Three years of him going off to college in Seoul and you staying in Busan working because you couldn’t afford college. He had said he would visit, but as time went, he became nonexistent, which in the end broke your heart.

“Don’t see who? Were you trying to avoid someone?” Jimin asked as you all turned to see him dressed up as a vampire. His silver hair tucked back, and his beautiful brown eyes were now red from a pair of contacts you assumed he bought on Amazon.

“No one, don’t worry about it.” You said as you grabbed your drink and decided to explore the house some more. You had to get away from Jimin as your heart started to pound deep within your chest. You were scared. You were breaking. He looked more beautiful than the day he left, and you were sure he wasn’t the pure innocent boy you knew all those years ago.

“Y/n! Wait up! Don’t leave me alone with these assholes!” Kaitlyn said as Taehyung pouted slightly. He was probably the softest out of the small group that was forming in the kitchen. He was cute and funny, always knew when something was wrong, but drunk Taehyung was someone you had to watch out for. He didn’t know how to keep his mouth shut, and honestly, how you were feeling, you didn’t need to have him blab about all the thoughts that were running in your head.

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“Wow, nice costume, didn’t think you had it in you, but fuck… you look great!” Jungkook smiled as you were now outside hanging with Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jungkook.

“Thanks! It took some getting used, too, but I think with the tights on under the costume, I kinda feel more confident. Not walking around in a bathing suit and feeling half naked, ya know?” You smiled as Yoongi elbowed Namjoon, who seemed to have his mouth open from being in shock at how beautiful you looked in Diane’s clothing.

“You're welcome, where’s Kaitlyn? Did she come with you?” Jungkook asked as he and her sorta had an on and off relationship.

“She’s somewhere. Last I saw, she was with Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. Who’s to say where she is now.” you replied, sipping on the weird concoction Jimin had made in the punch bowl.

“Ah, think she’ll wanna talk?” Jungkook asked as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t know, she was the one that dragged me to this party. Honestly, I wanted to stay home and just watch horror flicks, but here I am…” you said as Namjoon smiled.

“Well, I’m glad you're here. Honestly, I missed seeing you around.” Namjoon spoke as your cheeks reddened from his compliment.

“I miss being around too. It's weird being back here, though. After Jimin left for college, I didn’t think any of us would hang out. I mean, Yoongi got that record deal. You went off to college as well, but stayed here, Jungkook started working along with I.” You began as you honestly didn’t want to remember the night Jimin told you he was leaving and that he wouldn’t be back until he finished. He might visit during the holidays, but when that first christmas came around, you didn’t see him, and you sure in hell didn’t see the others.

“Yeah, life just kinda got busy, but hey, three years isn’t that long, and honestly, having the party here meant there was no way Jimin was skipping this one. I mean, have you seen his place? Its fucking huge!” Namjoon said as a slight shiver went up your spine as the wind picked up out of the blue.

“Here, take this. You’ll feel warmer.” Jungkook said as he gave you his blazer.

“Thanks, Kookie, but I’m okay. I was thinking about heading inside and seeing if I could find Kaitlyn. Think you could come join me?” You asked as everyone sorta shared a look.

“Uh, sure, I can come with you. Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked as you nodded your head. You didn’t know why but just having one of the others nearby gave you comfort. You didn’t see Jimin as a threat, but just having one of the other guys with you while he was around gave you a safe space. You were eventually going to talk to Jimin, you just weren’t ready yet and you didn’t know when you would be ready. You just needed time.

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“There you are! I was beginning to think you walked home. Hi! How are you?” Kaitlyn asked as you couldn’t believe she was drunk if not close to being drunk.

“Fine, hey uh, where’s Jimin? I need to uh talk to him.” You said as it was about eleven o’clock when you found your friend.

“He went upstairs with some girl who said she wasn’t feeling well… as if… honestly if she wanted to get into Jimin’s pants she could of just said ‘hey I wanna fuck you’ or something, not pretend to be sick just so she could get him alone. I mean would you do something like that? Would you pretend to be sick just to get into Jimin’s pants?”

You shook your head, “No, because I don’t see him that way… and how many drinks have you had already? Where is Taehyung and Hoseok? Weren’t they with you last?” You asked as you looked around for your friends.

“Hobi is with his girlfriend and Tae went to go look for you. Said he really wanted you to go talk to Jimin before it was too late, whatever that means. I know you lik-” You covered Kaitlyn’s mouth before she could talk anymore. Your heart pounding in your chest again as you didn’t need the others and whoever else was around to know you liked him. Sure, you and Jimin were best friends growing up but who’s to say he didn’t find someone while he was off to college. He could have settled on a girl in his class and just couldn’t make it tonight. You just had to find some way around it so your heart could calm down.

“Well, here’s your boyfriend, try not to make a scene okay?” You said as Jungkook smiled at Kaitlyn and then watched as you disappeared upstairs where you were honestly afraid you were going to run into Jimin fucking some random girl, breaking your heart even more.

“So, do you really like her? I mean she’s been avoiding you since she showed up. What kind of person does that?” you heard someone talk as Jimin spoke next.

“Someone who is scared to admit their feelings, but I get it. I just hadn’t had the chance to talk to her since she got here because everyone keeps bothering us. I’m sure we’ll talk eventually but for now…” Jimin paused as the person he was talking with started to giggle, “You need to lay down and get some rest, I’ll come check on you in a little bit.”

The person spoke once more as you felt your heart sink knowing he had been wanting to talk to you since you got here, but everyone kept bothering you two so you were both never alone.

“Well, if you do talk to her, Jiminie, tell her she’s stupid. Tell her the truth and tell her what you feel, because truth be told I feel like you're wasting your time with her. You could be doing so much better and I do mean better…” you rolled your eyes as you knew the person he was talking about was talking about themselves.

“I know, but my heart is set on her and her alone. I just have to get her alone… I just don’t know how..” Jimin said as the floor creaked from underneath you and the door moved just enough for you to see who he was talking to.

“Oh, y/n, hi… um… it's not what it looks like I promise!” the girl in bed said as Jimin was sitting next to her leaned over as if he was going to give her a kiss.

“Right.. Um.. can we talk?” You asked looking Jimin right in the eyes as you felt your heart thud against your rib cage.

“Of course… just give me a second.” he said as you nodded. You walked further down the hall waiting for him. The voices in the room hushed as Jimin walked out and closed the door. His head turned in your direction as the next thing you knew your lips were against his and his arms were around his waist.

“How long?” You asked as the two of you made out in the hallway.

“How long for what?” Jimin asked as he was confused on why he was making out with you, his best friend.

“How long have you liked me?” You questioned one more time as this time you could hear the gears clicking and then a slight whine as you bit his lower lip.

“Since the day I left for college… I knew it when you said your goodbye that I knew my heart belonged to you and only you.” He said as his hands moved up your sides and slowly caged you against the wall you were now pinned against.

“Then why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you come and visit me during the holidays? Why did you stay away?”

“Because I was scared you didn’t feel the same. I know we had joked about dating and being each other's significant other, but to be clear, it's kinda hard to not fall for… I mean look at you…” He stopped kissing you as he eyed your Seven Deadly Sins costume, “You look stunning in this… you could probably wear anything and look beautiful in it.”

You blushed, “But what if my feelings for you were the same? I mean I just kissed you. Did that not mean anything to you?”

Jimin arched his brow but frowned, “It does, but you have also been drinking and I don’t want your feelings getting mixed because you were under the influence. I mean… if you do like me then I must be the luckiest boy in the world, but if you don’t then I’m in deep shit because I took advantage of you…”

“But I do like you… I’ve always liked you… Why can’t you accept that..” you mumbled as you saw what he meant by being under the influence.

“Because you're drunk, y/n… I know sober you wouldn’t be all handsy on me… you would have rather talked to me than make out with me. I just…” he pressed his forehead against yours as his lips slowly ghosted over yours softly. You could taste the vodka and orange juice but what you were also tasting was his emotions.

“So you're saying you would rather talk about this sober than with alcohol in our systems? That makes sense.” You said as you pushed yourself away from him, making him back up just a bit, “But will you remember this when you are sober?”

Jimin nodded, “Of course… I just hope you do too.”

You frowned looking at him. You swore you didn’t have that much to drink but for being here almost close to midnight and a few drinks in, you could tell that you weren’t completely sober, but you weren’t also drunk either.

“Well, now what? I mean I clearly can’t go home, and I’m sure Kaitlyn is tongue deep in Jungkook’s mouth… Did you want me to catch a cab and talk to you tomorrow?” you asked as your heart sank knowing you could have just had a one night stand and not see Jimin after this all happening.

“No, You can uh… stay here for the night. I just have to kick Veronica out of bed so you have some place to sleep. If not, there's always the guest room.”

You nodded your head, “Will you come hang out with me until I fall asleep? Just so I’m not alone and someone takes you know… advantage of me?”

Jimin looked at you with questionable eyes, “No, but I’ll stay near so I can watch the door, how does that sound?”

You pouted, “Fine, but you better keep a good eye on the door. I don’t want some creep coming in, you hear me?”

Jimin chuckled, “I hear you, I hear you. Let’s get you to bed.” he said as he took you to the guest room and smiled, “I hope you do remember this… I hope you and I can start a new chapter in our lives as a real couple, and I hope you know I do love and care for you..”

“I love and care for you too, Jimin, I-” You were cut off by Jimin’s lips as he smiled. He walked you into the guest bedroom and laid you down as he tucked you in like a child and kissed your forehead telling you good night. The last thing after that was his smile and how you said I love you one more time. You were madly in love with him. Sober or not. You were going to remember this, you just hope he did too.

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standing-restart · 2 years

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Heyyyy! I’m the anon who asked for the Lewis wanting to his George with his gf reader

What you wrote was so sexy! Would love to see what happens next

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Once again thank you for sending this in! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I hope you enjoy it now that it’s here!

Part one Summary: your boyfriend Lewis confesses that he’d like to watch you have sex with George - with summer break happening, the three of you have three days (and maybe you’ve grown a bit impatient...) Word count: 2744 Content warnings: Female reader and gendered language. Oral sex (both giving and receiving.) Safe sex. Unsafe sex. A slight mention of cum eating ✌️

Neither one of you texts George about the idea in the end.

It becomes a private thing, something either one of you brings up in the bedroom from time to time, yet, something that’s never far from your minds all the same. You pick out lingerie, and can’t help but think about George’s reaction to seeing you in it, as well as Lewis’. When Lewis makes you moan, he can’t help but whisper ‘George could make you feel just as good’ in your ear.

After all, it’s easier to fantasize about it in a place where the both of you know for certain you won’t be rejected. The two of you talk about it, cuddled up against one another in the brief interlude between races. One of Lewis’ hands on your thigh, thumb drawing circles on the skin.

George still comes over, still eats the meals you’ve made (or which you ordered out, you’ve got to be honest with yourself there) and the guys still play video games while you’re nestled next to Lewis on the couch watching the screen. He is just as much a fixture in your lives as he’s always been before. Except now, you can’t help but watch him a bit closer, noticing stolen glances and shy smiles more often when he thinks you’re not looking.

You’re rarely not looking at George these days.

They come home for the summer break, a few days scraped together after Hungary before Lewis is going to whisk you away for a summer holiday, and George has plans with some friends. Three days. That’s the time you have together until the booked flights leave England.

“So - ” you wander into the living room, seeing the usual display of Lewis turning on the PlayStation, two controllers already laying out on the coffee table. “ - are you two satisfied with the first half of the season?” maybe it’s mean of you to bring up work when clearly they want to relax. They’ve already gone over the data before flying out, there’s no need for them to mentally run over these last few months again.

It’s just that you have a plan, and it won’t do if they’re talking about COD.

London has been unreasonably hot for the time of year, the summer truly doing your head in even in an apartment with an air conditioner. It’s perfectly reasonable for you to be wearing a short summer dress in the privacy of your own home, thank you very much.

Lewis spots what you’re wearing from the corner of his eye, and gives you a supportive smile and a wink when George’s eyes are fixated on the TV in front of him. “I would much rather not talk about work, love. If you don’t mind.” he reaches out for you, holds your hand as you step around the couch to slot into your usual position at his side. Except, this time, you don’t slip into the open space on his right side. Instead, you sit down in the limited space to his left. Moving yourself between the two drivers.

It’s cramped, especially with the heat and the way they are wearing shorts and short sleeves. Skin touching skin even when you might not fully have meant to (but you meant to, everything you’re about to do you’ve been meaning to do for a long time.) “Fine, I won’t bring it up again.” you reach over to give him a kiss, shifting ever so slightly until you know the curve of your ass is resting against George’s thigh.

You can tell he’s holding his breath, so naturally, you decide to get a bit more comfortable. Leaning into him some more, as you give Lewis another kiss.

“George - ” it’s all too easy to bat your eyelashes at him, to see a slight blush creep up his cheeks. “ - what do you want to talk about, dear?” term of endearment rolls off your tongue with ease as you stretch your legs. Draping one across his lap before shifting some more so that your back is now pressed to Lewis’ side.

He’s clearly trying to look anywhere but you (or Lewis) with his gaze fluttering between the controller in his hands and the screen before him. But he hasn’t answered your question yet, and it’s incredibly rewarding to see the gears turning in his head.

Lewis has his arm resting on the back of the couch, his hand reaching down to toy with the shoulder strap of your dress playfully. He’s picking up to your plan nicely. “I don’t think George wants to talk about anything right now.” his tone is playful as he kisses the top of your head, his hand pulling the strap down inch by inch, exposing the tiniest bit of your collarbone to George’s eyes.

“Maybe he wants to do something, rather than talk?” you mumble, shifting your leg around ever so slowly to get more comfortable. You can feel George getting hard as you ‘accidentally’ brush against him. George is watching you now, incapable of looking away as your own hands pull the hem of your dress up to expose your thighs a bit. “You two can play your game, I’ll watch.”

You see George looking up at Lewis, but you can’t see the look Lewis gives him in response. It must be a good one, though, because George’s expression softens around the edges. Becomes less scared, and more at ease. The guys pick up their controllers again, but George runs his hands up and down your lower leg whenever he doesn’t need to have both hands on the piece of plastic.

He eases back into it, leaning back into the couch. He keeps glancing at you more often, and this time, he doesn’t look away as if he’s been caught red-handed whenever he finds you staring back.

The two of them get three matches. Three matches during which you’re sitting perfectly still, watching them play from the corner of your eye. You aren’t interested in the game, you’re far more interested in the way the tip of George’s ears remain red.

George looks like he’s having an out-of-body experience the moment you slide your dress up even more, exposing a glimpse of your panties to the man. You can feel Lewis chuckling behind you. He, naturally, knows how direct you can be when you see something you want.

You know he agrees with this, it’s been something that the two of you have spoken about in great detail by now. It was his idea to begin with, and with only three days to spare between this moment and goodbyes that would stretch for weeks – it was only fair of you to shoot your shot now.

“It’s alright, George. Lewis doesn’t mind.” you’re practically purring now, propping up your leg to expose yourself some more to him, wandering fingers stroking down your own thigh. The two of them are exchanging some more looks, but you know Lewis is on your side the moment he slips the shoulder straps of your dress down your shoulders, sliding his hand between the fabric and your chest until he’s casually cupping one of your breasts.

It feels natural, to be with the both of them like this, even when George hasn’t made a single move to touch you yet. Lewis seems to have noticed this as well, finally speaking. “We both want you to, actually.” another kiss is offered to the top of your head as Lewis squeezes you in a way that he knows makes you arch into the touch.

George finally, finally, moves. Reaches out with one hand until it rests on your knee, looking into your eyes as if he’s trying to find a single reason not to move forward. He won’t find it there, obviously, but it’s nice of him to still look. “Come on, pretty boy.” you hear yourself saying as you reach out to pull the collar of his shirt, drawing him closer until he’s practically on top of you, steadying himself with his hand still on your knee.

When he finally kisses you, it nearly feels electric.

Your dress is quickly discarded, two sets of hands helping you out of the fabric, and you use your newfound freedom to crawl onto George’s lap. One hand buried in the man’s hair, while the other impatiently tugs on his shirt, willing it off with held breath.

Lewis just watches from his position on the couch, a smile playing on his lips. Heaven knows, the video game is long since abandoned.

“There you go, love.” his voice drifts through the room as you sink to your knees between the coffee table and the couch, pulling George’s shorts down with you as you go. “Make George feel good, you know you can.” the two of you haven’t really discussed talking during this, but now that Lewis has started doing so, you don’t want him to stop. You want him to keep talking, you want him to keep guiding you through this.

George moans as you experimentally lick up the length of his cock, keeping your gaze fixated on his face as you do so. He’s smaller than Lewis, but he fits perfectly in your hand all the same. “Isn’t she gorgeous?” the pride which drips from Lewis’ voice as he watches you suck off his friend is nearly too much. You can’t help but coo at the offered praise as you take George into your mouth, making sure to do your absolute best in making him feel good.

“Yeah - ” George puts his hand in your hair, running his fingers through it softly. “ - she really is.”

You love to watch him unravel because of your mouth. Love to see him slump into the cushions of the couch, love to see him grip the armrest as if his life depends on it. You know Lewis is watching you, he, too, reaches out to cradle to back of your head as you take George down your throat. Moaning around him as you do your best to take all of him.

A few minutes pass by where you’re just blissfully sucking off George. You’ve waited long enough for this, and you know that he has too, there’s no need to rush things along. After all. You’ve got three whole days. “You know, sometimes I think she could get off from just this.” Lewis mumbles, his hand still in your hair. “She’s so enthusiastic. So eager to please.”

It’s incredible how much his voice alone turns you on.

“She’s most certainly very skilled at this.” George sounds breathless. You can’t read him in the same way you can Lewis, but you know that the man is nearing an orgasm just from the way his fingers clench into the fabric of the couch and his laboured breathing alone. “Lots of practice.” you mumble as you pull yourself off his cock, leaning towards Lewis for a kiss.

Lewis is hard, you can see his bulge straining against his shorts. Maybe next time you should ask for them both at the same time, they both look at you as if they’re willing to give you that.

“Come on - ” Lewis slaps your ass playfully as he helps you up, guiding you to once more sit on George’s lap. “ - show him how good your pussy feels.” he’s smirking, kissing your right shoulder while George sucks a hickey underneath your ear.

George already has a hand between your thighs, slipping a finger between your folds as you position yourself above his cock, enjoying the way it feels simply to sit on his lap for a moment. “We should have done this a long time ago.” your laughter turns into a moan as George’s finger comes to rest against your lips, wet. Tip of your tongue is eager to lick it clean, and you swear you can see George’s eyes roll into the back of his head for a moment.

“Wait. Not like this.” George mumbles underneath his breath as you reach down to help him position himself. Both you and Lewis hold your breath, the both of you have known that George has wanted this for perhaps just as long as you two have, but suddenly the fear of this being a mistake becomes a palpable reality. “What’s wrong?” you ask as you lean in to kiss him once more. He lets you. He even kisses you back, one hand resting on the small of your back to steady you.

“Not on a couch.” his voice is barely above a whisper, words offered to your lips between hungry kisses. He wants you, you want him, and Lewis wants the both of you to have each other. Lewis’ hand is on your thigh, connecting you to him in an intimate gesture. “Let me take you to bed?” it’s a question, but you know that George insists on it all the same.

He’s such a gentleman, even when you’ve already had his cock in your mouth.

He carries you to the bedroom after you let out a breathless ‘yes’. You’ve known that he was just as strong as Lewis, just as physically fit as your boyfriend, and yet, it’s still a surprise when you feel yourself being lifted by his arms.

The bed is not far away, and before you know it, your back hits the mattress and George has his face between your legs. Eating you out with determination. Lewis takes a seat behind you, allowing you to rest your head on his lap while George opens you up with a steady tongue and clever fingers.

Lewis is whispering praise into your ear, softly enough that he not drowns out the small sounds George makes from between your legs as the man draws your first orgasm of the evening out of you. He’s far too proud of it, smiling widely when he reaches up to kiss you again. Lewis is quick to hand him a condom as he’s still stroking your hair, the both of them giving you a moment to catch your breath and come back down to earth.

You’re grateful for Lewis, looking up at him and seeing the want in his eyes is incredible. “Come on, babe.” you laugh, looking at George as you hook a leg around his waist and draw him in closer. He does not require much coaxing after that, slowly pushing inside of you as you gasp, entwining your fingers with Lewis as he holds you through it. George feels so good filling you up like this, and you have no problem with telling him so.

“You feel so good - ” George is growing more comfortable, sneaking glances at Lewis with a bright smile as he sucks a hickey into the skin of your neck. His pace is slow, clearly intending to enjoy this for as long as possible. “ - fuck, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” you let go of Lewis’ hand in favour of reaching out to cup the back of his head, drawing him up for a searing kiss as he bottoms out – holding him there for a moment. “Probably as long as we’ve wanted you here as well.”

It doesn’t take him long after that to tumble over the edge himself, slumping against you as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake across your shoulder. Lewis helps him get you off one more time, the both of them taking turns licking and finger fucking your pussy without a rush. It’s only fair that Lewis gets a turn too, filling you up after your second orgasm, holding you close as your thighs tremble. George is far too content watching, seemingly blissed out.

He cleans you up after Lewis is done with is mouth. He’s the perfect gentleman like that.

“I should go.” George says as you cuddle closer to Lewis’ chest, too exhausted to properly move after the events of the day. The apartment is once again far too hot, and there’s nothing you want more than a late afternoon nap with your favourite men. “No, you don’t, mate.” Lewis is quick to answer, tugging George back into the bed before the man can even protest.

You’re yawning as you take hold of his wrist, pulling him closer until you’re practically sandwiched between Lewis and George. One driver on either side of you. Just the way it should be. “We have three days, George. No need to go anywhere.”

#once again . underneath a read more because of length #this was .... a delight to write ? even when i had like seven moments during which i needed to stare out of the window while doing so #LH #GR #female reader #multiple x reader #nsfw.txt #🍉

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jaesqueso · 1 year

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pairing: classmate!shotaro x female!reader

summary: when homework turns into lovework

this is part of the Neo Secret Senta event by @neohub, @neowritingsnet and @nct-writers, dedicated to @xiaojunsmintchoco ❤︎

word count: 1,838

warnings: fluff, school au, friends to lovers

a/n: I hope you like my christmas gift to you and have an amazing holiday season ❤︎

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

“Alright class, this is the assignment for next week. Remember, groups of two, I don’t want to see anybody doing this alone as it won’t work!” Your teacher announces before everybody starts packing their things.

Looking around the room you already see pairs being formed, excited to get together and do the assignment. You’re about to turn to one of your friends too until you notice someone in the corner of the classroom awkwardly trying to find a partner so you decide to approach him.

“Hey Shotaro.” His face lightens up at the sight of you. “Who are you doing the assignment with?”

“I…” He looks down letting out a nervous laugh. “Don’t really have a pair yet.”

“Perfect!” You cheer but suddenly stop when his widen eyes shoot up at you. “No, wait! I mean, if you don’t have a partner yet, you could join me.”

“Really?” His body relaxes as a wide smile takes over his face.

“Of course!” You can’t help yourself reaching forward and ruffling his hair. “Today’s not good for me but how about tomorrow after school? We can go to my house, it’s not far. Meet me at the gate!”

You don’t even let him reply as you hurry to the hall where your friends are already waiting. As expected they couldn’t let the opportunity to tease you slide, insisting you were crushing hard on him despite you denying it knowing perfectly well they’re right.

Shotaro transferred to your school in the beginning of the year. New city, new school, new life, the poor boy seemed so lost that you couldn’t help approach him. You showed him around, helped him catch up with classes and got to know the nice guy he is. In no time you two became some what close, you turned into his safe place at this new school and his presence was enough to put a smile on your face. Soon you realised your feelings for him had passed friendship but you didn’t want to risk it in case he didn’t feel the same so you pushed them aside. Of course your friends could see right past you but no one was close enough to ask him what he felt so you just let it go, day by day watching him and fantasising about the two of you together.

The following day, it seemed like the casses were endless as you stare at the clock on the wall impatiently waiting for the bell to ring. But once it finally did, you rush to your locker to get some things before running to the gate.

“I’m sorry!” You pant, dropping your hands to your knees. “Did you wait long?”

“I literally just got here.” Shotaro chuckles.

When you look up, your heart skips a beat as the late afternoon sun shines on his beautiful face decorated with the brightest smile. It’s like the whole world stopped and there’s only him.

“S-Should we go?” He interrupts the awkward silence you didn’t realize took place.

“Oh, of course.” Clearing your throat you smooth down your clothes and lead the way.

Soon the conversation flows and your laughing down the street until you reach your place. You quickly greet your parents and make introductions as you grab Shotaro’s hand and drag him upstairs to your room.

“Sorry about that, they would just start talking and making questions and it would be weird-” You stop when you notice that while you went into the room dropping your bag on the floor, he awkwardly remained at the door. “Are you just going to stand there?”

“W-Well…” He nervously looks around. “I’ve never been in a girls room…”

“Oh, c’mon,” you take his hand again pulling him inside, “it’s just a room.”

Slowly he takes a seat on your desk chair as you sit across from him on your bed and pull out your notebook.

“So, shall we get straight into it?” He almost chokes on his spit at your choice of words.

“W-what?” He manages to ask.

“The experience for the pair assignment?” You raise an eyebrow. “Then if we have time we can handle some other homework.”

“Right.” Scratching the back of his head he giggles. “Yes, let’s do that.”

“Ok, so…” You open your notebook where you wrote down the instructions. “First we need to shape a paper clip into a ‘U’. I think I have some.”

Shotaro watches as you reach into the drawer beside him searching inside. You can feel his eyes on you as you arrange the object, making your heart beat faster.

“Does this look ok?” You hand it up to him and soon regret watching your hand tremble.

“It’s perfect.” He smiles widely at your wonky ‘u’ shaped clip.

“Thanks.” Feeling your cheeks burn you look back down to the instructions. “So one of us needs to be the experimenter and the other one the participant, then we swap.”

“You can do me first if you want.” Your eyes almost jump out your face at his words but he suddenly explains. “I mean, I can be the participant first!”

“Right, yes, of course!” Clearing your throat you put your notebook on the side. “Maybe it’s better if you sit next to me.”

“Ok.” Slowly he gets up and joins you on the bed.

The experiment is simple, you’re going to try to understand in which parts of the body the skin is more sensitive. Shotaro closes his eyes, you’ll touch him with one or the two ends of the paper clip, he tells you on many ends he feels and you write down if he’s correct or not. Six body parts, four touches in each.

Firstly is the shoulder. He rolls up the sleeve of his t’shirt, a scene you have seen many times at the school gym or when you pass by the neighbourhood’s basketball court totally by accident. He gets 3 out of 4, not bad.

Then you move on to his finger. As you do what you have to do you can’t help admire how long and slender they are, beautifully adorned with simples silver rings. Perfect score here.

Next up, his back. He turns around and lifts up his shirt. Resisting the urge to run your hand down his soft skin, you simple proceed with the paper clip touches, making him slightly shiver. Not so good results on this one, he only got half right.

Moving on you almost choke on your spit realising it will be his stomach. Shyly he lifts up his shirt on the front now and you try not to focus on the way he slightly bites his lip. But it’s not better that you have to focus on his baby toned torso. You try to do it as fast as you can as your cheeks burn up and write down the results, similar to his back.

After that you take a deep breath and go up to his forehead. You thought this one would be easier but being so close to his face was making your pulse race. At the first touch he giggles as it tickles his skin and you proceed with the other touches trying not to laugh too. He only got one right in this one.

Finally your eyes widen at the last place: his lips. You stare at them for a few seconds, you don’t know many times you fantasised about feeling them on yours, but quickly you realise it must be getting awkward for him to sit there with his eyes closed waiting. As you’re about to start you understand this will be a hard one to do right, so you softly tug on his chin with your other hand to keep him in place. Trying to ignore the red tone taking over his cheeks you write down the perfect score.

“How did I do?” At last he opens his eyes, blinking as he re-adjusts to the daylight.

“N-not bad.” You mentally curse yourself for stuttering as you show him your notes.

“Well it seems like the lips and the fingers are definitely the most sensitive.” He nods analysing the results. “Let’s see if it’s the same for you.”

“S-Sure.” You hand him the paper clip and close your eyes now.

Shoulder. Luckily you wore a sleeveless shirt so not big deal there, but it did felt weird just to feel the thin tips of the metal on your bare skin.

Finger. The way he holds your hand and carefully pokes the tip just feels so soft and nice that you have to remind yourself this is just a school project, before you mind drifts off.

Back. Since your neckline is a bit low on the back, he suggested that he does the experiment there so you don’t have to lift your shirt, which makes you agree in relief. Still the touches send shivers down your spine.

Stomach. Your heart sinks realising you will have to lift your shirt up after all, but as you’re starting to panic he reminds you the teacher said that could be done over the shirt specially since yours doesn’t seem to be too thick. Honestly you don’t even care if the results are bad on this one as long as you don’t have to take your clothes off like this, specially in front of him.

Forehead. When he starts you understand his reaction from before and you both start giggling, taking deeps breaths to get the four touches done.

Lips. The one you were most nervous for. You can feel his breath on your face and he mimics you by gently grabbing you chin. You mentally count to ten, trying to calm yourself done but nothing seems to happen. You’re about to question it but suddenly you feel it. Although it’s not the thin touch of the paper clip. It’s a pair of soft lips against your own. Your breath gets stuck on your throat as butterflies throw a party inside your stomach.

“Did you feel that?” Shotaro’s voice is quiet, nervously waiting your reply.

“I… Don’t know.” Gulping you come back to your senses, eyes still closed. “M-Maybe you should do it again.”

“Really?” You ear surprise on his voice and give him a nod.

He leans forward again but this time you respond in the romantic soft kiss you’ve been dreaming about for a long time. At that moment it feels natural to be so connected to him. It’s like the whole world is forgotten and it’s just you and him, shinning bright.

“I definitely felt that now.” You two chuckle as he steps back.

Opening your eyes, you stare into each other for a few minutes, comfortable smiles taking over your faces. And then you realise: he felt the same all along. Even in a different school, a different city where he knew no one, he was no longer lonely when he was with you. You became his light, his motive, a reason to be the best version of himself.

You became his home.

☽ ・・・・・ ☾

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naoamaya · 1 year

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I know what you mean, especially those christmas movies netflix produces tend to be so similar to each other. it's sometimes fun to watch them just to make fun of them though. recently I watched one with my family and it was about a couple where the woman hated christmas while the guy was obsessed with it and still believed in stanta. it was so ridiculous it was almost good 😅

but! christmas is just around the corner so it's time for the reveal soon. can't wait to show you your gift! I hope you'll have a good time this holiday season and you'll get to relax ❤️ everyone seems to be coughing and sneezing around here so I hope you'll staying safe and healthy

- your santa 🎅

ohh you do have a good point there! i'll have to suggest getting some mulled wine out for next watch haha! maybe i'll see if we can find the one you've mentioned 👀

aaa i'm so excited! i hope you have a wonderful christmas, and people over here are all ill too, it's just that time of year i guess~

wishing you the happiest of holidays, i loved chatting to you through these asks!

#<333 #a cutie #i can't wait for the reveal!#asks #secret santa

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roll-da-credits · 2 years

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Flowers in The Night Sky Bakugou // 2.6k words

Deku somehow convinced Aizawa to let 1A host a new years party on the beach. Leading everyone to help out to set things up, though throughout the day and into the night. A certain blonde classmate has been missing.

AAAAAAAAAA this wasn't my best work, but hey, I wrote this on the plane so... It is highly unedited. I hope you guys enjoy this regardless. Happy New Year's, happy holidays, Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it! Stay safe, wear your masks even if you've gotten vaccinated, be careful, and stay happy this holliday season. To those going to school soon (esp my Indonesian readers), good luck!

"Satou this is so much sweets!" Uraraka yelled seeing the array of pastries and desserts all placed beautifully on one specific circular table.

"Well, class 1B and the other classes are coming over as well, we don't know their taste in desserts, it's better to have an array of choices." Momo chuckled patting Uraraka's back as she stared flabbergasted at the colourful sweets.

"I still can't believe that damn nerd somehow convinced Aizawa to let us do this." Bakugou, for once, didn't sound very angry.

The two girls smiled at him softly, noting how it must've been the holiday spirit that brought him to a joyous mood. After all, even the roughest and scowling people were moved by the new year.

From the corner of Momo's eyes, she could see Denki haphazardly trying to put on fairy lights on one of the palm trees. Quickly running over towards him just in time for him to fall, making a trampoline right below him.

"Have you seen Y/n?" Bakugou spoke towards Uraraka.

"I think they're helping Midoriya and Iida unpack the food from the car, either that or helping Kirishima set up the barbecue. Why-"

Before she even finished what she was saying he was already gone. Causing the shorter girl to sigh and chuckle to herself. The blonde boy's crush was a little too evident. How no one else saw it, especially you was a mystery she could never solve.

In the meantime, you were indeed helping Kirishima with the barbecue. Setting it up on the beach, Deku somehow convinced Aizawa to let them have a New Year's party on, was difficult. Due to the unstable ground and overall windy weather.

"Thanks for helping me out but are you sure you don't want to go with the rest and swim?" Kirishima spoke just as you were unloading the cooler filled with frozen meat from one of the cars.

You shrugged at his question, "Nah I'd rather get this set up before sundown."

Which sounded like a possible statement a couple of hours ago. But after a lot of relaxation and not setting things up, the sun was setting much quicker than they had anticipated. Thus resulting in haphazardly setting stuff up (Read; Denki).

But it was all in good fun. The entire class was having fun setting random decorations up. Plating random foods and desserts that were, thankfully, not damaged on the way here. Everyone was having the time of their lives.

Maybe except Aizawa, one look towards him and you could sense the stress radiating off of him, looking at his students. You wanted to laugh if he didn't look like he'd scold you for it if he noticed.

"Ok, now that this is done, what's next?!" You exclaimed loudly with a huff of air.

Dusting your hands and the outer layers of clothes you placed on top of your swimsuit from sand and dust.

"Nahhh I think our job's done, Midoriya and Iida over there got the food all unpacked, I think Denki and Momo got the decor."

"And Mina Jirou has the music, wonder who's going to be the DJ?"

"Obviously me!!!"

Both you and Kirishima's heads whipped towards the direction of the yell. Only to see Denki holding onto a palm tree, very, very high up.

"Do you think he'll be fine?" You asked watching your classmate tangle the tree in lights.

"Eh, he'll live if he falls."

The rest of the time went by very quickly. With everyone working together everything went smoothly and all the decorating, food, entertainment, and music were set up before the rest of the guests came.

You helped around here and there, whether that was with Aoyama to decorate, or Hagakure with putting up the beach towels. Yet, you haven't seen a specific explosive boy.

You shrugged it off, thinking he was just busy with other things. After all, he was assigned to start the barbecue later on. So when everyone started to fill in, you didn't wonder where he was.

Not until the sun had fully set and Tokoyami had called you to join the barbecue. Only to see Ojiro behind the grill, Sero handing him the frozen meats.

"Looking for a certain spiky-haired boy?" Mina's sudden question caught you completely off guard. Causing you to jump slightly before chuckling awkwardly.

"Well have you seen him around? I didn't expect him to let anyone else make the food."

The two of you chuckled remembering the first time class 1A tried cooking food. Only for Bakugou to yell at everyone cause they were doing things wrong.

"He was acting rather odd before," Shoto hummed from beside you.

Looking around one more time you wondered once again where he had gone to. All of the guests had arrived, and it was already late into the afternoon. Shinso was being dragged around by Denki whilst Tetsutetsu and Kirishima sparred jokingly. You almost laughed out loud when you saw Mineta creeping on some supporting class girls, only to get beat up by them.

It was a refreshing sight. For once most of the classes were joined together to celebrate something instead of competing for something. There wasn't any controlling rivalry around. All of you were just excited to have fun.

Though, again, it would've been better if the one person you were looking forward to seeing the fireworks with wasn't missing. Shouji, Deku, and, Kouda volunteered to set up a firework show once it hit midnight. You wanted to see it with Bakugou. Maybe even confess something you've been holding up.

After all, it was the perfect setting. Even if he was to reject you, you'd be able to move on pretty easily with the party. And yet, he was missing.

The growing worry that he might've decided to skip the new year celebrations in exchange for a good night's sleep slowly crept to you as the celebrations went on. It was a joyous night and yet here you were worried about a boy. That worry would've grown and ate at you from the inside if not for Deku who suddenly asked you to check out one of the fireworks on a secluded part of the beach.

You had your suspicion at his request, he seemed too nervous. Not to mention Uraraka side-eyeing you from where she was conversing with Mina. But seeing as how you were the only person who wasn't eating or talking to anyone you agreed. Missing the way Deku let out a sigh of relief.

Before going you looked at your watch, it was already 11.30pm, you'd have to hurry if you wanted to watch the fireworks with everyone else. Perhaps that was why Deku seemed nervous, it was almost time for the show and yet something might go wrong.

Walking to the area Deku had instructed you to go to. The music and people's chatter slowly started to fade away. Leaving you with the soft sounds of ocean waves and the subtle moonlight to accompany you. You slightly shiver and the cold, though you'd be lying if you said the quiet wasn't calming.

Deku had mentioned that there was a big red x drawn on the sand where the firework was supposed to be. From afar, you could see the x, though the firework was nowhere to be seen. Was this what Deku meant?

Walking over to the red x you used your phone flashlight to make sure it didn't get tipped over and carried by the wind somewhere. After inspecting the area you cursed to yourself.

What were you supposed to tell Deku now? Someone stole the fireworks?! Was this specific firework important to the show? Was this the fuse?

"I could hear you overthinking things again." You quickly moved your phone's flashlight towards the voice, completely surprised by it.

A relieved sigh left you when you noticed it was Bakugou all along.

"Jesus you scared the living crap out of me, where were you this entire time?" You exclaimed, sneaking a glance at the time on your watch.

Suppressing the urge to curse at yourself again. You took too long inspecting the area that it was 11.55 now, there was no way you'd make it in time to celebrate it with the rest.

"What are you doing here anyway?" The situation finally registered in your head.

It was odd that Bakugou was nowhere to be seen. Only to appear in the spot Deku instructed you to go to check the fireworks. Why would he be here?

Wait.

"It doesn't matter, you probably won't make it back in time for the show, so just stay here."

You squinted your eyes at him, if there was more light you swore Bakugou was blushing a bit.

"Then what are you doing so far away?!" You questioned chuckling slightly seeing as how he was at quite the distance behind beside where you were standing.

You swore he looked even more flustered at your question. You were about to tease him about it when a sudden boom caught your attention.

Your head quickly whipped back towards the shoreline, watching the fireworks suddenly decorate the sky. Your lips twitched to a large smile.

The fireworks distracted you enough to not notice Bakugou making his way over towards you. Until he was standing right beside you.

"They almost look like blooming flowers." You mused, mostly to yourself.

Not paying attention to the way Bakugou's eyes were staring at you. Completely enamoured by the way your features were lit up with the light from fireworks.

"Hey, Bakugou, I want to tell you something," You started turning towards him.

Only to stop what you were about to say when you faced him. Your eyes met with one another and suddenly the entire world seemed to disappear. The sounds of exploding fireworks seemed so distant, the crashing of waves suddenly silent.

The two of you stared at one another for a few more moments. Before you saw Bakugou swallowed thickly, then slowly closing the distance between the two of you. Your breath hitched against your throat as he moved even closer.

Your lips were so close together that you practically could feel his breath against your skin. Deciding to take the final step you smashed your lips against his. Closing your eyes tightly, not wanting to see his shocked expression.

He froze for a moment before realization set in and he kissed back.

When you both pulled away, a large smile decorated your features. Laughing loudly at the bright red on Bakugou's cheeks.

"Goddamnit! Why'd you do that idiot?!"

For a second, ice ran through your veins. What did he mean? Did he not want you to kiss him? But he sent so many signals.

"I can already tell you're overthinking," He huffed out, clearly frustrated, "I had this whole shit planned out and you just had to ruin it!"

You were now completely confused. That was until he pulled out what he was hiding behind his back this entire time. A bouquet of beautiful flowers.

"I was supposed to be the one to make a comment about the fireworks looking like flowers, then give you these damn flowers!"

You laughed even louder hearing his explanation. Seeing the large flustered scowl on his face.

"So that was the reason you were gone this entire time??"

It wasn't even a question, you knew this was why he was gone this entire time. It surprised you that Deku seemed to go with the plan. Thinking back to how nervous he was, he probably got threatened to get you to this spot.

You took the bouquet from his hands and gave him a sincere smile after taking a whiff of the amazing smelling plants. His eyes widened at the sight. You truly did look too good for this world.

"Ow stop pushing!"

"Shush he's going to hear us."

"Tell that to Sero he won't stop pushing me."

"You're the one pushing me!"

"Both of you have to quiet down, Bakugou is going through a romantic moment and we cannot ruin it for our classmate!"

You and Bakugou immediately looked in the direction of Momo's, Denki's, Sero's, and Iida's voices. Only for a bunch of your classmates to tumble out of their hiding spots behind a couple packed palm trees. Denki and Sero wrestled with each other as they tried to push one another.

"You damn nerds were watching this whole time?!?!?!"

Suddenly all their heads whipped towards Bakugou's direction. All of their eyes widened as they realized. They were caught.

"URARAKA WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD US!" Sero quickly yelled before sprinting away.

"Really?" Bakugou spoke, almost menacingly, his hands already sparking.

"MIDORIYA TOLD SHOTO!" Uraraka quickly yelled out before also running away.

Bakugou's attention then quickly was directed back at Deku who slowly walked backwards as he walked closer to him. The tension broke when Deku took off running, only for Bakugou to yell at him and chase after him as well.

You laughed loudly seeing the two run around. All the while you clutched the bouquet close to your chest.

"How did you know the plan?" You asked Jirou as the group sat down on the sand around the area, watching the leftover fireworks.

"Bakugou only told Midoriya and Uraraka, so it just kind of spread from the people they told," she shrugged.

You sat down with her and looked around the area, noticing a single person missing.

"Wait where's Mineta?"

"I believe he's still getting beaten up by the supporting class's girls."

You rolled your eyes and Tokoyami's statement. Wondering how someone could be as openly perverted as Mineta.

"Are you sure you guys don't want to join the party?" You questioned everyone in general once Bakugou stopped chasing Deku.

"The party was fun, but it's nice to have some quiet you know? Just some time to relax." Hagakure hummed out.

"New year, more troubles."

You heard Tsuyu speak, causing most of the students to chuckle out. It was true though. Whilst a new year means new beginnings and new opportunities. It also means a new year filled with hectic training, dangerous encounters with the LOV, and tiring schoolwork.

Bakugou took a seat on the sand beside you. Leaning just enough to the side to touch shoulders with you.

"When this is all over with, it'll be worth it." You stated, excited for the time all of your closest friends in the class would rise up as the new generation of heroes.

This new year seemed more bittersweet than the last times. The year had been filled with so much more trouble than you thought was possible. So many injuries and bad memories plaguing the months.

But on the other hand, there were so many highs. From the rescue of Eri, the little girl who didn't deserve all the things done to her, to the more light-hearted times like the Christmas celebration. Or even the more competitive beginnings of 1A, like the sports festival event.

And finally, there was the highlight of the year. The knowledge of your crush likes you back. You smiled to yourself, turning your head to look at the boy beside you.

He must've noticed a pair of eyes watching him as he also turned towards you.

"What!?"

You chuckled, "Nothing, I just like you a lot Bakugou."

The statement caught him completely off guard. His face once again, adorning a deep red hue.

"I like you too dumbass." He spoke just above a whisper.

Turning back to look at the last of the fireworks. You smiled once again and rested your head on his shoulder.

"Happy New year."

Can you tell I tried to involve all the students? At first I wanted to make this just a whole party without the pairings. But tbh I just wanted to write flustered Bakugou. I hope you guys enjoyed this! I might have some more New Years themed fics on its way for all the fandoms I write for.

But I have to finish them and y'all know how lazy I can get with shit like these soooooo no promises!!!

#bakugou x reader #bnha #mha #platonic #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo x you #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia

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pucksnsticksnhockeyboys · 3 years

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hometown

summary: Hallmark movies aren’t real life, and yet your childhood crush is helping decorate your family’s store for Christmas.

word count: 4.2k

tagging: @calgarycanuck @sorryjustafangirl @tayella13 @wastedheartcth @kiedhara @writinghockey @unfoundtreasure @nolanscheeks @bqstqnbruin/ add yourself to my christmas fics tag list

masterpost of my christmas fics

“Did you see Brock was back in town?”

The question, innocent enough, had been directed at you more times you could count now that it was the holiday season. Apparently, word got around fast, and with each familiar face you cashed out at your family’s bakery you were asked that one simple question.

You just wished people would stop asking you about your ex-boyfriend.

It had been years since you’d broken things off with Brock—three days after he was drafted to Vancouver and you were committed to staying in Minnesota. But that hadn’t been the last time you’d seen him; your families were close and you’d grown up with him, so you were forced to see him each holiday season. You just wanted to go one year without having to see your first love—first everything—mingling with your parents or have his mother make you your favorite dessert because she knew you loved it so much.

Christmas season was in full swing, and you had been in charge of picking up the decorations for the tree your parents insisted on getting for the shop, despite it being so close to the holiday. You ran the errand happily, taking the chance to slip out and get some fresh air. With arms laden with bags full of lights and ornaments, you returned to the bakery successful.

Pushing open the door, you were hit with the familiar combination of baked goods and Christmas music. Your dad called your name in greeting, and your mom shot you a look from behind the register. You didn’t understand what she was trying to warn you of, but you followed her not-so subtle gesture to the front of the store where—

Where Brock was setting up the Christmas tree in the front of the store.

“Did you see Brock was back in town?” God, you hated that question. Your dad, ever oblivious to the position he just put you in, grinned happily while holding the tree steady for Brock to secure it to the base. You pursed your lips, forcing a smile and a nod while setting down the bags of decorations you had gathered.

“Hey, how’ve you been?” Brock called over his shoulder, flashing you a grin before standing to his full height once making sure the tree was secure. You forced an even faker smile for him, mumbling nothing more than a ‘good, thanks’ before ducking behind the counter to cash out a customer while your mother stepped aside.

“We’re running out for a moment, but you can watch over the place. It shouldn’t be too busy.” Your mom told you, grabbing her coat before you had the chance to object. Bidding your parents goodbye, you kept your gaze set firmly on the counter after the only customer left, until Brock cleared his throat to try and break the tension.

“Thanks for setting up the tree.” You decided to be civil. It wasn’t like things ended poorly with you and him—they just ended, and you were the one with the final say. The distance wasn’t something you were ready to deal with at such a young age, no matter how much you loved him.

You just wished that the last time you had seen him, ever, was when you broke his heart.

“Don’t worry about it; I came by to see if you were around and saw your dad needed some help.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing, instead of him declaring that he was looking for you and reminding you how his kindness made you fall for him in the first place.

“When did you get back in town?” You decided to ask, as if you didn’t know the answer—your mom had written in her calendar when Brock came back into town so she could schedule the annual holiday dinner both of your families had together.

“Just yesterday. My flight got in early and Mom kept me cooped up in the house all day.” He explained with a lightness to his voice as he talked about his mom that had you smiling despite the fact that you shouldn’t be smiling with your ex in your family’s bakery.

“I bet, she kidnapped me last week so we could bake cookies together.” You explained with a smile. Brock rolled his eyes with a grin at his mother’s antics, and for a moment the chuckle you shared felt a little too much like old times and you cleared your throat. “If you’re not busy, would you want to stick around and help me decorate the tree?”

“I’d love to.” He grinned, and you smiled sheepishly before making your way out from behind the counter while there were no customers in the store and grabbed the bags you had just gotten full of the decorations. The store’s speakers were playing Christmas music, and you and Brock worked well together to get the colored string lights hung up and by the time you were moving to hang up the ornaments it was like old times with laughter and smiles.

Brock was back in town, and he brought ghosts of your past back with him.

Plugging in the tree, you stood back with Brock to admire your handiwork. This was far from the first time you had decorated a tree with him, but back then you’d admire your work and seal it with a kiss and the declaration of your love for each other—something you’d definitely not be doing then, even though he was smiling at you like he had when you were teenagers and looking as attractive as ever.

You forced yourself to move, to get out from under his stare, made your way behind the counter. There wasn’t really anything you needed to do, so you settled on shuffling a few papers on the counter by the register—advertisements for other local businesses, coupons, and the annual Christmas card your mother made you take. Brock let out a chuckle, picking up the card to examine it.

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as you watched him brush his thumb over the goofy smile on your face printed on the card, the action so simple yet entirely too intimate for the nature of your relationship with him. Or, lack of a relationship.

Something unspoken settled in the air between you and Brock, something that felt eerily similar to the old way you used to be. Still, you couldn’t find it in you to be upset about it when you met his gaze and he was smiling softly at you—the same smile he always wore when he used to confess his love for you.

“You should stop by my place tonight; have a beer, watch a movie.” Brock offered with a light tone.

And stupidly, you agreed.

You had only been to Brock’s place a handful of times—and not once was he ever even there, the Boesers asking you to drop something off or pick something up at their son’s house—but the drive felt familiar all the same.

Brock met you at the front door, swinging it open with a grin before you even made it to the top porch step. Your heart skipped a beat in your chest the moment you saw him, but you pushed down the feeling and instead focused on the dogs rushing past him to greet you.

“It’s Coolie and Milo, right?” You asked for clarification, crouching down to scratch the dogs between the ears. You were a little embarrassed to admit that you knew their names because of his social media, not wanting to seem like an obsessed ex. But you were friends first, since you were in diapers, and rationalized that it was okay for friends to follow each other’s lives through Instagram.

“Hello to you, too.” Brock teased through a chuckle, and you scrunched your face up at him playfully. He should have known you better, that you’d greet his dogs before you’d greet him. “But yeah, Coolie and Milo.”

Giving the dogs one more scratch between the ears each for good measure, you stood to your full height and followed Brock into his place. He waited patiently by the door as you kicked off your shoes and hung up your coat. You tried not to let yourself feel awkward; it was Brock, the same guy who you shared peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with from the age of two until the day you broke up.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve already picked the movie.” Brock told you, leading the way into his house and into his living room. You had been in his house before, but never once had you stopped to look around, usually just dropping off a box or grabbing something for his mom.

“I’m fine with whatever.” You told him with a shrug of your shoulders as you dropped onto the couch. Brock copied your actions, sitting slightly too close to you than what was probably necessary, but you didn’t mind.

It was easy to fall back into your old routine with him. You had loved him for so long and so hard that it was almost second nature to laugh and joke with him, your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped securely around your waist to keep you close. You were so comfortable in your position, feeling warm and safe, that when the first movie ended you suggested another.

It was a little less easy for you to wake up the next morning on his couch, cuddled close to him with both dogs laying across your legs. Both of you were laying on your side, facing each other with your legs tangled together. Brock’s arms were encasing you, holding you close to him while your head was tucked under his chin.

You momentarily panicked, wondering if you should try and make a swift exit in order to avoid having Brock kick you out. But you didn’t have long to ponder, because soon after you woke up, Brock did too, and all your worry melted away when you saw his sleepy grin.

“Mornin’” He mumbled, voice low and laden with sleep. It was impossible to hide your grin and you reached a hand up to brush away the blond hair that had fallen onto his forehead in his sleep.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You teased, smile widening as he rolled his eyes at your comment. He was as attractive as ever, and it warmed your heart to see him so sleepy and relaxed while in your arms.

“If you wanted to spend the night, you could have just asked.” He chirped back, and you couldn’t help the quick laugh you let out at his words.

You tucked your head under his chin once more to hide the look on your face. It probably wasn’t a good idea to be in your current position—cuddled up with your ex-boyfriend and his dogs. But you wanted nothing more than to stay in with him for the rest of the day. Or maybe, until his flight took him back to Vancouver and away from you once more.

“You know, you never told me why you were looking for me yesterday at the bakery.” You murmured into the junction of his neck and shoulder, not wanting him to see the bashful look on your face. You hoped you weren’t reading into things, but something about the way he wasn’t making a move to let you go told you that Brock was sending you signals.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He mumbled back, pulling you impossibly closer while leaning his head back to press a kiss to your forehead before settling back into your previous position. You hummed out a questioning response, asking him without words to elaborate. He sighed, deep and heavy, and you felt each one of his movements from your position. “I miss you. All the time.”

You stayed silent, unsure how to respond to that. You missed him, too, from the moment you broke up with him, you missed him when he sat across the table from you at conjoined family gatherings, you missed him at that very moment, where you were wrapped in his arms and slowly waking up together.

So, instead of responding, you pressed your lips to his in a kiss years in the making. It was slow, at first, both of you remembering what it was like to be pressed against the other. Your hand reached up to thread through his hair on the back of his neck, and the moment you made contact you felt his tongue swipe across your bottom lip requesting access.

You gave it to him, and suddenly your bodies were flipped so that he was hovering over top of you and your back was pressed into the mattress, not once breaking the kiss. You knew it was a bad idea, but it felt so right that every worry in your mind melted away the longer you stayed there, making out like teenagers on his couch.

You’d deal with the consequences later.

The next few days passed in a whirlwind, most of your free time spent with Brock. It was blissful, like nothing had even changed between you and it almost felt too easy. But things with Brock had always been easy—the start of your relationship was nothing more than a simple progression from childhood best friends to something more.

The first person to call you out for your change in relationship with Brock was, naturally, your mother. She had pulled you aside the morning of Christmas Eve, stopping you on your way out the door for lunch with Brock, an old photo album on her lap and a smile on her lips. Patting the seat on the couch beside her, you sighed and followed her command.

“I found this while cleaning out the basement.” She told you, flipping open the first page of the album. You recognized the first photo, it was of you and Brock as toddlers, ice cream smeared on both of your faces along with wide smiles and arms slung over each other's shoulders.

“Oh, god, we look like dorks.” You grinned, pointing at another picture of a middle school-aged you and Brock posing for a picture on what you assumed to be the first day of seventh grade. Your mom chuckled, flipping deliberately to the last page.

It was clear what her intention was, the photo was of you and Brock on his draft day—the catalyst of your breakup. You couldn’t help but smile sadly at the picture, you and Brock looked so happy; he was wearing his Vancouver jersey and pressing a kiss to your temple and you were wearing the goofiest smile.

Still, even now, so many years later, you could still remember how terrified you felt knowing he would be leaving you for some place in Canada you’d never been to.

“You love him, you always have.” Your mom stated, as if it was a plain fact and not the very sentiment you’d spent years convincing yourself wasn’t true. You felt yourself deflate, and you forced your gaze away from the album.

“Mom, it’s been years. He doesn’t love me anymore.” You told her, not sure why you suddenly decided to bare your soul to her. Maybe it was the recent reminiscing, or the amount of time you had spent with Brock, but you knew how you felt despite knowing that you absolutely should not.

“But you still love him?” The million dollar question. If you said it aloud, then it’d be real, and you weren’t sure if you were ready for that yet. You had spent countless nights convincing yourself that no, you absolutely did not, love him anymore.

“That doesn’t matter anymore.” Sighing, you shook your head and trained your gaze onto the floor underneath your feet. Sure, Brock was your friend again and you had fallen into an almost relationship-esque state with kisses and the sorts, but there was no way that he still loved you.

“That always matters.” She told you in a tone that had you pursing your lips to hold back a comment because you could tell she was close to chastising you. Tough love, she’d say. “He’s never stopped loving you, either.”

“I’ve got to go, Mom.” You sighed, standing up off the couch and grabbing the photo album. You couldn’t let her comment get to you, you were just getting Brock back and you didn’t want to ruin anything by telling him how you felt and have him not feel the same way.

The drive to Brock’s place—one you had made nearly a dozen times to visit him every free moment you had—gave you time to clear your head. Pulling into his driveway, you felt a familiar feeling of giddiness bubble inside you at the prospect of being in his presence again.

Like always, Brock was waiting for you at his door with Coolie and Milo at his side. Almost as if it was a habit that you hadn’t broken days after he was drafted, you greeted him with a kiss that he eagerly returned.

“I made us lunch.” Brock told you, a nervous edge to his voice that shouldn’t have been there. Despite the odd greeting, you smiled at him and entered his house like you belonged there. You grinned, holding up the photo album you had been excited to show him.

“Look what I’ve found.” You cheered, leading the now-familiar way into Brock’s house to make yourself at home on his couch. He made a noise of acknowledgment as he slipped into the kitchen, returning with a plate that he set onto the coffee table before taking a seat beside you. “Did you make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?”

It shouldn’t have been that deep, not in the slightest, but it was so much more between you and Brock. You’d been splitting sandwiches with him since before you could remember, and your first official date with him was spent over peanut butter and jelly.

“I can make something else, if you want.” He told you, his flushed cheeks clear evidence that he knew exactly what the implication behind the not-so simple sandwich was. You shook your head, picking up your half and tapping the album in your lap.

“If we’re going to be nostalgic, we’re doing it right.” Brock chuckled at your comment, one arm behind you on the couch as you leaned back into him. Flipping open the first page, you heard him groan as he spotted the same middle school picture you had complained about.

“I looked like such a dork back then.” He chuckled over a mouthful of his sandwich. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way he echoed your words from earlier.

“First of all, that’s what I said too. Secondly, who would have guessed that you would have grown up into being such a heartbreaker.” You teased, nudging him playfully with your elbow as you flipped the page.

“I’m pretty sure you were the heartbreaker.” He commented offhandedly, only seeming to realize the impact of his words after they settled in the air and you felt him stiffen beside you. Staying silent, you continued to flip through the photo album as you finished the sandwiches.

Your heart ached as you looked at the various snapshots of your life with Brock—when you were ten and he was on the ice while you were outside the rink grinning ear to ear while donned in one of his extra jerseys, the typical cheesy prom pictures where your mothers made you pose a million and one different ways, when you were five years old and on his dad’s boat together wearing wide smiles and too-large life jackets.

Finally, you got to the end of the album and to the draft day photo. You could feel his gaze on the picture, and you knew he was launched back into that day the same way you had been when you had first seen it.

“I was afraid. Terrified, actually.” You muttered, keeping your gaze trained on your lap as you felt him pull the album off of your lap to set it on the coffee table before he wrapped his hand around yours. He didn’t speak at first, so you decided to fill the silence with more nonsense ramblings before you could stop yourself. “Vancouver was—is—so far away and I couldn’t handle the thought of not having you close so I thought it would be easier to not have you at all. It wasn’t, not even a little bit.”

“I know.” He mumbled, kissing your knuckles and repeating the words until you couldn’t help but believe him. “I know, and I don’t blame you in the slightest.”

“I ruined us, Brock. You were the greatest thing I ever had and I threw it away because I was scared.” It was as if you couldn’t stop confessing now that you had started, tears brimming in your eyes and voice catching in your throat.

“You didn’t ruin anything.” He mumbled against your temple before pressing a kiss there. “Stay right here, I’ll be back.” You watched in confusion as he jumped to his feet and left the room, Milo trailing after him while Coolie stayed by your side, dropping his head in your lap as if he knew you needed some extra love. You busied yourself by scratching him between the ears, and soon enough the sound of Brock returning garnered your attention. “I got you a Christmas gift.”

“I didn’t get you anything—” You started, a moment of dread coursing through your veins but Brock shook his head to quell your worries.

“Just open it.” He urged, handing you the envelope and taking his previous seat perched on the couch next to you. You pursed your lips, but otherwise did as he asked. It took you a moment to understand what was inside, but suddenly it all clicked the moment you read Vancouver International Airport.

“Brock, these are one way tickets.” You told him, looking between him and the plane tickets in your hands. His gaze was serious, no hint of jest or teasing to be seen. He had bought you one way tickets to Vancouver. One way tickets to the life you could have had with him all those years ago.

“No more being scared. You and I can do this.” Voice level, you had never once seen him look as sure of himself and his decisions than he did at that very moment. It was an insane decision he was sure of, asking you to go back to Vancouver with him despite not technically being in a relationship.

“This is crazy, Brock.” You laughed breathily, more out of shock than humor. Though, you had to admit, you were considering his offer. Nothing was tying you to Minnesota; you had graduated college and had been applying to jobs out of state—what’s the difference if it was out of the country?

“I’m all for crazy, as long as it’s with you.” He joked, one hand coming up to cup your cheek and tilt your head in his direction. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t thought about this before. “I still love you. And I know you love me too.”

“Where would I even live?” You didn’t even try to dispute his comment, because he was speaking nothing but the truth and you didn’t want to dispute it. You would’ve shouted it from the rooftops if it meant that you got to be with him. No more fear, no more worry.

“Well, I was hoping with me, but if you want your own place I can help you find something.” There was a lightness to his tone that you adored, but he wasn’t joking about anything. He was offering you something you thought you had lost years ago—the chance at a life with him.

“You’re serious?” The question was dumb, you knew he was telling nothing but the truth and that he’d never joke about something so serious, not when it meant you and him having a second chance at happiness.

“About you? Always.” His charming words had you smiling, deciding almost for you what your answer was. Still, you pretty much had your mind made up the moment you saw the tickets.

“Let’s do it.”

Brock barely let the words slip past your lips before he was kissing you between cheers and laughs drawn out by pure happiness. You were all smiles as he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you so that you were straddling his lap. You broke the kiss to admire him, his grin wide and eyes bright as he admired you back.

“I love you.” You told him confidently, brushing his hair off of his forehead and pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. He grinned, hands squeezing your waist from where they settled on you.

“I love you, too, so much.” He breathed, unable to stop himself from tilting his head up and capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. “God, I missed hearing you say that.”

“I’ll say it every day.” You paused to kiss him again. “In Vancouver,” Another kiss. “With you.” The final kiss lasted longer than the first several, but there was no heat behind it. The kiss was more about just being there for each other, conveying without saying anything how you felt for each other. “As long as you say you love me back.”

“Oh, you’re stuck with me now.”

#brock boeser #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser x reader #brock boeser fic #vancouver canucks #vancouver canucks imagine #vancouver canucks x reader #hockey x reader #hockey imagine #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #12 days fics

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simplymurdock · 2 years

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Garland

summary: (y/n) is hell bent on decorating the bunker for the holidays. and making sure this christmas was the best it could be.

pairing: dean x gender neutral! reader

warnings: nothing but a mention of feeling overwhelmed, but mostly fluff. (that’s all i could think of but if i missed anything let me know and i’ll add it <3)

word count: 1228 words

authors note: happy holidays my lovely’s !! i really hope y’all enjoy your holiday season and if you don’t celebrate anything this season i hope you have a wonderful winter season. also my request are open just pls read the rules before requesting <3

“You’re joking right?”

“No I’m not. Now hold the damn ladder.” You told him still holding the few feet long garland in your hands. Dean sighed, muttering something realizing he wasn’t gunna find a way to talk you out of this. You climbed up to the ladder, the garland wrapped around your wrist and the rest spilling over and the small tape dispenser now in your mouth. The hold getting stronger and stronger with each step up the rings.

FInally reaching the tops and wrapping the silver around the bunkers railings. Tapping every so spots trying your hardest to make it look nice and perfect. Glancing down at Dean to see him quickly looking away acting like he wasn’t just staring right at your ass.

“Like the view?” You remarked, wrapping half of the middle having not being able to reach any more.

“Coming down.” You announced as he stepped to the side as you started down the large ladder. “I know Rowena does black magic and she’s evil and all but this would go a lot faster if she did some sorta of spell.”

He scoffed leaning on the ladder watching as you jumped off the second to last ring and landed on the floor. “What and miss it, looking like Frosty the snowman threw up everywhere.”

“Clay or animation?”

“What’s the difference?” He asked as they moved the ladder a few steps to it’s right. “I couldn’t watch the clay one. Freaked me out too much.” You explained while repeating your previous steps.

“Clay freaked you out?”

“Coming from the man that’s afraid of flying?”

“It makes sense!”

You scoffed wrapping the silver around the rest of the railings. “Okay, Frosty, why the sudden need to decorate?”

“I just want one holiday. A single holiday where we don’t have to fight anyone or anything.” You told him, looking down at him. Giving a small smile before turning back to where you had just left off. Taking a small breath as you continued, reaching on the tips of your toes. “I want something calm, and relaxing, and–”

Suddenly the ring under you foot broke sending you flying backwards off the ladder. Yelping louder as you breached yourself for the hard concert floor. But it never came. Instead a pair of arms held you, one under your knees and the other wrapped around your back tightly holding your arms. Finally opening your eyes and exhaling the held breath you had from fear. Seeing that you were in the arms of Dean who was holding you close to him. Looking at his face while he was scanning yours to see if you were hurt in any way.

“You know now that I’m thinking about it. I could’ve just done this on the landing.” You said now realizing your mistake.

“And not be able to help my Frosty? Never,”

You smiled up at him as he followed. Sure your job was exciting and nerve racking but Dean always made you feel calm and relaxed. You felt safe with him. That nothing, no monster, person, ghosts, or any creature that was a current threat could hurt you. At first it was a bit confusing at the weird feeling but it quickly turned into something you liked. That he could never fall to make you smile. That when you were sad he always knew how to comfort you. That he was the one.

“Do you guys smell that burning smell?” Sam asked fastly walking into the main area.

Your eyes shot open, “Oh shit!” You unwrapped your arms from his neck and ran towards the kitchen all the while shouting a string of ‘shit’.

Reaching the kitchen and going towards the oven that you had forgotten to turn your timer on. Pulling the door down and being met with a pillow of smoke. Reaching behind for oven mites, grabbing the tray and setting on the stove stop waving the steaming smokey mess. “Son of a bitch!” You shouted slamming the oven shut.

“That’s usually my line.” Dean muttered, getting a look from Sam. “But, I’ll give it to them.”

“Welp.” You tossed the mittens to the countertop looking back at the two brothers and seeing that Cass and Jack were poking their hands in as well. “Looks like my yearly christmas breakdown came earlier.”

They saw your eyes were glossy and your pointer finger was tapping against the counter, something you did when you were trying not to cry. They knew how much this meant to you, wanting one holiday to not go to shit. Valentine's day was spent hunting down a monster that was ripping out people's hearts. Easter, vampires tricking and luring in kids. St. Prictarcks Day was spent hunting down a leprechaun, per Dean’s idea. April fools, trickster. Halloween was a shock wave that afterwards had you asleep for almost 28 hours.

Christmas was the holiday that you planned would be calm and nice. Knowing that neither one brother had actually celebrated a holiday outside of a motel. Cass being an actual angel. And Jack being only a few years old. You wanted it to be nice.

Sure, it was going to be traditional or by the book. But that’s not what your family never did, mostly because your parents wanted it to be family time then religious. So you always saw it as a day to spend with friends and family.

“(y/n), love-” You held you shaky pointer finger towards him, cutting him off. “Don’t. Because you’ll start saying nice and sweet things and that’ll just make me cry longer.”

You cleared your throat, whipping the corners of you teary eyes.”Now, I’ll find some fans and go lock myself in a closet… and scream.” You said taking a breath before walking off to do so.

“I got them.” Dean declared walking after you.

You heard the familiar sounds of his shoes following behind you. “I mean it Dean.”

“I know you do, and I’m here because I’m not letting you lock yourself in a closet.” He said reaching your side and you turned to him, soft small tears slowly trickling down your cheeks. You gave him a small smile as he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck pulling you into him. It was the type of hug that made you realize how much you loved him, it made you calm and safe.

After you two pulled apart he gently put his hands on either side of your face, “You know, I think the bunker looks really good.” This made you laugh, “I knew it,” You gushed smiling.

Dean wrapped an arm around you, kissing your temple before the two of you go back to your holiday festivities.

#dean winchester #dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #a very supernatural christmas #supernatural #sam winchester #castiel #x reader #netflix #fanfic #fan character

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seylumdarklight · 3 years

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Cold (Corpse Husband X Reader)

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! As a gift, I present this story as a present. I apologize for any grammar and spelling errors, I had been trying all day to finish this but my family seem to make it there mission to keep me from working on it. I hope that everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday! Pairing: Corpse Husband X Reader. Fluff fluff Maybe the cold wasn’t so bad. _______________________________________________________________ It was safe to say Corpse was a Cali boy. The sunny, warm city of San Diego has been his home for all his life. The only differences in the seasons were that the temperature dropped about ten degrees in fall and winter. Corpse was west cost boy through and through. You, however, came from the northeast United States. Hot, sunny summer days on the beach and cold, snowy winters were the beloved memories of your childhood. You loved the orange and reds that painted the trees in fall and the colorful flowers that sprung up in spring. The changing of the seasons was a hard loss when you moved to the west coast. You were okay with it, you had amazing friends and a wonderful loving boyfriend but the holidays didn’t feel quite the same. You were a little down when you say the Christmas decorations and the temperature were in the high sixty. There had always been the idea of going home for the holiday but you didn’t want to leave Corpse alone. No one should spend the holidays alone and you two had spent the holidays together since you first moved to the west coast. Your family had been asking for you to bring this wonderful boyfriend you mentioned so much home so they could finally put a face (and name) to the man and what a better time than the holidays right? As much as you wanted to, you always turned down the invitation and idea of going back home for the holidays. Traveling was stressful, especially when it was to another state. Add on the stress of the usual stress of the holidays and meeting your family on top of that and you worried. Corpse already had a bit of a hard time going outside and you didn’t dare put that kind of stress on him. You were content with spending the holidays in your little apartment with Corpse. That was until he brought the idea up himself. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” You asked for probably the thousandth time. The two of you were getting ready to head to the airport. Suitcases were by the door and you were doing one last check around the apartment before you left. You figured that it would be best to get an overnight flight because they were less likely to be crowded and less chaotic. Your question had been one that you had asked over and over again. “For the hundredth time, I’m perfectly okay with this, Y/N.” Corpse said, hiding his shaking hands in the pocket of his hoodie. “It’s too late for us to cancel anyway.” Tucking the envelope with the tickets into your purse, You walked over to Corpse and looked into his eyes. After two years of dating, the two of you were pretty good at reading each other. You could see his anxiety was through the roof but Corpse was trying to keep a brave face for you. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. His breath fanned against your neck and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. “I love you, Corpse. If you don’t feel okay with this, we don’t have to go. My family will understand.” You told him as you pulled back slightly. Corpse tilted his head down slightly, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “Honey, I want to do this.” He said before kissing your forehead. “I’m curious to see where you grew up and meet your family. You’ve done so much for me, Let me do this one thing for you.” You blinked away the tears that were threatening to fill your eyes. “I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as wonderful as you.” You said. A grin spreads across Corpse’s lips and he chuckled. “I wonder the same thing every day. Come one, we better go before we’re late.” Stealing one last kiss from each other, the two of you locked up the apartment and headed downstairs. Corpse felt your hand slide into his, warm fingers lacing with his cold ones, and gave it a gentle squeeze. He squeezed back, smiling softly. His nerves and anxiety were still pretty high but with you by his side, it didn’t seem so suffocating. ________________________ It was cold. Really cold. Corpse groaned slightly as he slowly woke up, his body aching slightly. The familiar warmth and scent of vanilla told him that it was you cuddled against his side. Out of habit, he lifted a hand and ran it through your hair. With his other hand, he sluggishly felt around on the side table for his or your phone. He grabbed it and brought it close to check the time. The brightness of the screen made him flinch and let out a mumbled curse as he fumbled a bit to turn it down. Once he managed to do it, Corpse saw that it was three am. Well, he had managed to get at least a few hours of sleep. The two of you had been at your parent’s house for three days. It hadn’t been bad. The plane ride and meeting your parents had been the most stressful. His hands couldn’t stop shaking and he had been breathing a little faster than normal but you managed to keep him grounded. You never let go of his hand, constantly reminding him that you were there. Your family was very welcoming. Your mother had wasted no time to break out the baby albums and show Corpse the pictures of younger you cover head-to-toe in the mud with a bright grin on your face. Your father had been prepared to give Corpse the whole “Protective father talk.” but one look at you and Corpse’s intertwined hands and the way you were towards each other, he knew that his daughter was in safe hands. You couldn’t be more ecstatic that your parents love Corpse and you could slowly see Corpse relaxing around them. A sudden chill ran down his spine and Corpse held you a bit closer. The cold was one thing he was not a fan of. He was from San Diego. The lowest it ever got there was in the fifties and when you two-step off the plane, it was freaking thirties. It sucked! He pulled the blanket up higher, trying to salvage some of the warmth underneath. It made his body ache, his nose runny, he could feel the tips of his fingers or his toes and it was just...cold!! Looking towards the window, he noticed something. He shifted a bit to get a better look. Outside, in the soft yellow glow of the streetlights, snowflakes slowly danced down to earth. It was a steady flurry, not too light yet not a huge snowstorm. Corpse watched the flakes descended from the sky. He had never seen snow in real life before. “It’s pretty isn’t it.” Corpse looked down to see you awake and watching the snow with a sleepy smile on your lips. “When I was younger and I knew it would snow, I would stay up to see the first flakes fall from the sky. There something about seeing those flurries that just makes me happy..” He hummed softly, fingers lazily running through your hair. You melted slightly as you turned your head to nuzzle him. A smile tugged on his lips and he pressed his face into your hair. You were right in a way. While it didn’t give him the excitement you mentioned at the moment, maybe because it was late and/or he was still overly tired from being. However, watching the snowfall in the warm, yellowish glow from the nearby streetlight and having you snuggles against his side sent this calmness over him. He closed his eyes, pulling you close. You had already drifted back to sleep, a content smile on your lips. For a moment like this...maybe the cold isn’t so bad. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I think its pretty decent for having been slightly rushed. If anyone wants to be added to a future tag list, let me know. Now I’m off to bed. Merry Christmas to all and too all a good night.

#corpse husband fanfic #corpse husband x reader #corpse x y/n #reader instert #corpse husband #merry christmas

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bohemianrequiem · 3 years

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The Tablet of Vesuvius Caper

Despite the holiday season being over, and the crowds of eager tourists that entailed having gone home, security was no less tight that night at the Piazza del Campidoglio. Especially at the Piazza’s flagship building, the Capitoline Museums.

“Which, despite it’s name-“Player’s voice remarked quietly into her ear. “-Is actually only a single museum containing multiple different groups of archeological finds, relics, and artwork. Pretty neat, huh?”

Carmen couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corners of her lips as she swiftly crossed the distance between two adjacent buildings. Safely in the shadows, she replied, “Extremely.” Her voice silent on the warm wind that blew in from the Mediterranean. “But did you know that the Capitoline Museums are also widely regarded as being one of the first museums in the world after it was opened up to the public by the Pope in 1734?”

“Not bad, Carm. You’ve definitely done your research. Now it’s time to hope the research I did was all correct too. I’ve got the passcode generator fired up, so just get to the Museums’ emergency backdoor and I can make a key to get us in.”

Having gone over the layout of the Piazza and the various buildings that called it home again and again in preparation for this caper, Carmen knew that the door Player spoke of was just a short distance ahead of her. Although it was officially an emergency exit only to be used in case of a fire or similar disaster, it’s purpose tonight would be as their perfect entryway into the Museums unseen.

Or at least, it was meant to be. As Carmen approached the door, she noticed that the passcode protected lock already shone a bright green. Meaning someone had unlocked the door and intentionally left it so, most likely to help speed up their get away.

“Player, we’ve got trouble.” She swung the door open and stepped inside.

“You’re telling me. Cameras are already down, and I’m not the one who turned them off. You’ll be going in blind, Red.” His voice wavered as he spoke. His worry for Carmen’s well-being evident from his warning.

“I’ll manage. You just focus on getting those cameras back online.” As she moved through the Museums back hallway, Carmen wracked her brain for who might have been able to infiltrate the building before her.

El topo and Neal were both out: Topo would have just dug his way in, and Neal would have likely opted for using the ventilation system rather than the backdoor. What about Mime Bomb? Or maybe Tigress? They had both used Dr. Bellum’s technology to gain an edge against her in the past.

“Whoever hacked into the Museum’s security definitely knew their stuff. I can barely find any trace of their online infiltration.” Player remarked. Carmen listened intently for a moment before opening another door that led further into the interior. Now she was passing by walls of centuries old artwork, heading towards the section possessing what both her and VILE were after.

“Are you saying you won’t be able to reactivate it to give us an advantage?” She peered around a corner before proceeding to the archeological relic gallery.

“Never said that Red.” Player’s smirk was practically audible, as a few keystrokes later he snapped his fingers. “Bingo! I’ve reactivated the cameras in the wing you’re headed. And…. oh no.”

Carmen stiffened as she heard the crackle of professional issued radios reverberate off the walls around her. As stealthily as possible, she slipped open the door leading to the archeology wing and closed it shut behind her. “I could hear security in the artwork gallery. Who do you see? Tigress? Le Chevre? The Mime?”

“None of them. It’s somebody I’ve never seen before.” A few moments of silence. “He has it! Carmen, he has the Tablet of Vesuvius!” That’s all Carmen needed to hear. With a sudden burst of speed that threw all caution of being caught to the wind, she rushed into the main viewing room just in time to watch as a man in a bright blue coat gently tuck the treasured tablet away in a rough-spun drawstring bag.

Having heard the sudden commotion, the man looked over his shoulder and shot her a curious half-smile. “Oh, you’re new.” He had neat sideburns stretching down to his bottom jaw, an impeccable black button up, and a contrasting red tie. He wasn’t much taller than Carmen herself but carried about him an air of relaxed confidence. Like he’d done this same thing a hundred times.

“I could say the same for you. Aren’t you a little old to be a new graduate of VILE’s? Or are they having to start calling in the benchwarmers just to keep up with me?” She took a few strides forward, urging the man to keep talking and keep his mind off trying to find a way past her.

“Lady, I’ve honestly got no idea what you’re on about.” He tucked the tablet bag close to his chest, as if he were carrying a small child, and took a few steps backwards from the recently pilfered display case. “What I meant was that you must be a new friend of Pops’. It really warms my heart to see him playing so well with others. A fellow detective trying to track me down, am I right?”

Now it was Carmen’s turn to stare incredulously at the man across from her. “Pops? Who on Earth are you talking about?” He was well within range of her grappling gun. If she could just get a clear shot at the bag, then the tablet would be safely in her hands.

The stranger looked her up and down. “Y’know now that you mention it, you do have significantly better fashion sense than most detectives and private eyes I’ve encountered.” His grip on the sack tightened. “Which can only mean that you’re a rival thief here to steal the same treasure as me.”

Carmen smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “Guilty as charged. Now put the relic back where you got it from before I have to take it from you.”

The male thief quirked an eyebrow. “A thief who steals precious treasures just to return them. What a waste! I, on the other hand, have a much better idea of what to use the tablet for.” Carmen only had a moment’s time to react as he raised his hand in the air. Reflecting off the moonlight streaming in through the windows, her eyes caught a small spherical object between his fingers just as he slammed it down to the floor.

In an instant, the area where the thief had been was rapidly being enveloped by a layer of thick white smoke. “Player!” Carmen called into her earpiece, rushing into the smoke to find any trace of her quarry.

“I’ve got eyes on him. He went out a door at the back of the room leading off the main showroom.” Despite the heavy smoke hampering her vision, her expertly trained eyes cut through it and homed in on the door the thief had absconded through. Without a moment to lose, Carmen rushed towards the door and nearly stampeded over the man on the other side.

Before she could make any kind of comment about having caught up with him so easily, Carmen saw why the man had stopped in his tracks so early on in their chase. Standing halfway through the narrow hallway was a figure dressed up in lime green and black punk rock attire.

“Paperstar.”

“Carmen Sandiego.” Her piercing gaze shifted to the blue coated man beside her. “And associate. I’ll say this once. Hand over the relic and I’ll let you both leave this place. Try to run away and…” She produced a sheet of brightly colored construction paper from a holster on her thigh and deftly folded it into a dangerously accurate looking replica of a shuriken.

The male thief scoffed, pushing his way past Carmen and closer towards the VILE operative. “Or what? You’ll pelt us with your papier-mâché?”

Paperstar frowned. “I’ll do much more than that to you, monkey face.” She reared her hand back and threw the paper shuriken with all her weight behind it.

“Monkey face?! Why do people keep saying-“

“Move!” Carmen tackled him to the ground just as the folded weapon sliced through the space they had previously been occupying. It lodged itself deep into the mahogany door behind them, earning a nervous squeak from the blue sporting thief.

“Crap! Nice save, Red.” He wiggled his way out from underneath Carmen and reached deep within the folds of his blue jacket to produce a small pistol. Just barely had the sound of crinkling paper reached his ears did he notice that Paperstar had now resupplied herself with half a dozen paper shurikens.

“Stop it! Both of you!” While the male thief was still down on one knee, Carmen had already thrown herself back up onto her feet and was yelling in a hushed tone. “If you two go to shooting and throwing things at each other, the guards will be on us in seconds. Then nobody gets the tablet.”

The other two thieves seemed to consider this for a moment. “That tablet belongs to VILE, Carmen. Make this easy on yourself for once and have your henchman give it up.”

“Henchman? I’m nobody’s hired goon, little Miss ‘Papercut’.”

Before further aggravations and taunts could be hurled, Carmen spoke; “The tablet *belongs* in a museum. Not to you, not to VILE, and especially not to this guy.” She glowered down at the thief, eyes shifting to the tablet hidden away inside the drawstring bag in his other hand. “What does VILE even want with such a random piece of Roman history?”

Paperstar shifted uncomfortably on her feet. Perhaps unused to going so long without folding something with her idle hands. “Professor Gunnar simply tells me what to steal and where. I make a point of not asking too many questions, unlike a certain little Black Sheep.”

Now it was the blue coated thief’s turn to interject on Carmen’s behalf. “Maybe I could be of some help in shedding light as to why any of us are interested in this little beauty.” He stood up, pocketed his weapon, and dusted off his jacket’s shoulder pad.

“The Vesuvius Tablet, one of the most famous relics recovered from the site of the ancient Roman city of Pompeii. Famous, in fact, for the depiction of Mount Vesuvius on it’s front and the seemingly indecipherable text on the back. It’s neither Roman nor Greek, not even early Persian or Aramaic.”

“So, it’s in a language nobody’s ever discovered.” Carmen had read up on the history of the tablet. From it’s recovery in 1750, to it’s public release to the Capitoline Museums’ archeological gallery just last year. Despite those countless hours of research, she still couldn’t understand why VILE sought to pillage the item.

“I never said that, Ms. Sandiego.” He smirked, a knowing thing that did little to make her thing the tablet was any better off with the male thief than VILE. “According to some confidential reports from the first excavation team sent by the king of Naples, the Tablet of Vesuvius initially read something like a map. However, the further the tablet was taken away from it’s resting place in Pompeii, the more illegible the words on it became.”

Paperstar chimed in, a giggle playing on her lips. “You don’t seem to know when to shut your mouth, do you, old man? I can help with that.” She shifted a foot backwards, preparing herself for the coming encounter.

“So I’ve been told. I’ll try to keep this short and sweet then.” He lightly jabbed at Carmen with his elbow. “How about you go high and I go low, Red?” He whispered.

“What? But just a minute ago you were the one throwing smoke bombs and running away from me.”

“Yeah, well, seeing as you’re not the one trying to merc me at the moment, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to suggest a team-up. After all, I get the sense you and this girl really don’t care for each other.” The stranger did have a point. After all, the absolute worst Carmen would do is leave him tied up for the proper authorities to find. Paperstar on the other hand….

“You’ve got me there. Let’s move!” Shurikens as deadly as steel sliced through the air as the pair of thieves pressed an advance towards their neon green assailant. With a high jump, Carmen pushed herself off the side of the wall and aimed a kick towards Paperstar’s head.

She dodged but stayed distracted long enough for the blue coated thief to get in close and swipe her legs out from underneath her. “No!” The paper wielder fell flat on her back, with Carmen’s boot soon digging into her gut.

“Too slow, Papercut. Better luck next time?” She quipped. Before Paperstar could spit out the vitriol that was surely brewing between her lips, the communicator on her arm flashed bright green.

“Paperstar,” The voice of Professor Gunnar emanated from it. “Local authorities are en-route to the Museums. It appears a detachment of Interpol is already present on the grounds. This is an Alpha zero-one situation. Vacate the region and return to the isle immediately.”

“Interpol.” The male thief murmured. “Just what I needed.”

“Devineaux.”

“Zenigata.”

The two looked up at each other. “Wait, you have someone from Interpol chasing you?” Carmen probed.

“For the better part of my entire career, yeah. You?”

“Something like that. He’s more of a minor annoyance, but-“

Paperstar’s eye roll was nearly audible. “Wow, great, you two are such besties. Now let me up so I can-“

“Ah, ah, ah. What’s the magic word?” The thief dug into his pocket and retrieved a bundle of cylinders consisting of interlacing bamboo strips. He swiftly set out about attaching them to Paperstar’s fingers, much to her protest. “There, I’d like to see you try and fold paper with your fingers all stuck together.”

“What - CHINESE FINGER TRAPS?!” She raged, only succeeding in making them tighter the more she pulled. “LITERALLY WHY DO YOU HAVE THESE?”

“Oldest trick in the book, kid. Well, the book I just made up in my head, but you get the idea.” He pointed down the hallway. “There’s a stairwell that leads to the roof down this way, Red. Let’s motor and leave our little paper tiger for the cops.”

“Let’s.” Carmen agreed with a smile. They made their down the hallway just as Paperstar finally moved herself into a sitting position against the wall.

“I will find you, Black Sheep! VILE will find you! And when we do, there won’t be anything left for-“

“Jeez, maybe I should have brought one for her mouth too.” The thief opened the door. “Ladies first.”

“You think?” As she slipped by, Carmen carefully slipped the weighty bag from the blue thief’s hand. As he turned around to jeer one last time, he didn’t even seem to notice.

“Toodles, Papercut. See you around!” With the two of them safely within the stairwell, he slammed the door shut. Only then, when Carmen was halfway up the stairs, did he notice he was missing something. “Hey! No fair, I thought we had something going there for a minute!”

“Sorry, but I don’t exactly play well with other thieves.” With the door to the roof now in reach, she slowed and called back behind her. “Speaking of, they don’t usually go this long without at least telling me their name. What’s you?”

The blue jacket wearing thief appeared at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at her, something like anticipation gleaming in his eyes. “My name, Ms. Sandiego? My name is Lupin the Third, grandson of the original gentleman thief, Arsene Lupin. And when I set my eyes on a treasure, I never fail in stealing it.”

“Sorry to disappoint, Lupin, but I think you’ll just have to let this one go.” Carmen placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Real quick, Red. Why do you think these people, the ones you call VILE, are after that tablet? And what’s stopping them from stealing it again later after you’ve left?” He took a few steps up the stairs. “Like I said before, that tablet isn’t just a pretty picture of Mount Vesuvius, it’s intended use is as a map leading to something. Only way to ensure VILE won’t want to steal it again is to steal whatever it leads to, right?”

Carmen wavered. If the tablet really was a map and it lead to some kind of…treasure, then VILE would stop at nothing to get their claws on it. “Okay, Lupin. So what exactly are you suggesting I do with it?”

“Well, seeing as I’m the only one privy as to how the map needs to be decoded, I’d say you can hold onto it for me. Don’t think of it so much as stealing, more like borrowing.” He chuckled. “How about another team-up? You hold onto the tablet, I can show you how to decode the map, and we take whatever VILE would have any interest in stealing. Sound like a plan?”

Player’s voice buzzed in her ear. “Carmen, Interpol forces and local police are surrounding the Museums. Zack and Ivy have the car running, but it might not matter if you hang around too long. How do you wanna play this?”

She debated for only a moment. The man was letting her keep the tablet, so in any case she’d still be coming out on top. He may have been a thief, but he at least seemed earnest about wanting to work together to outset VILE from getting their hands on the relic.

“Okay, fine. My people will talk to your’s and we’ll get a meeting place set up. There, we can decode the map and find whatever it leads to.”

“Music to my ears, Red.” He joined her nearly at the door. “Now, how‘s about we make our escape?” Making sure that the tablet was secure in her hands, Carmen opened the door into the warm Mediterranean night.

Bright spotlights illuminated the entirety of the Museums’ rooftop. From squarely in the center, a man in a dull burgundy trench-coat faced the opening door.

“LUPIN!” He yelled. “I knew you’d be here. You’ve got a lot of nerve coming back to Italy after last year.”

“Pops! So good to see you again after my, shall we say, extended hiatus?”

Carmen quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Long story, I met Leonardo Da Vinci. I’ll tell you next time. You get out of here, I’ll keep the Old Man and Interpol busy.” He winked. “I’ll see when I see you.” And with that, Lupin strutted out to meet Inspector Zenigata as Carmen excused herself to the shadows.

True to his word, the Italian police force seemed much more preoccupied with keeping their sights on Lupin than Carmen herself and she was able to beat a hasty getaway to Zach and Ivy’s waiting vehicle.

“Carm,” Player started once they were safely on the road. “Do you really think that Lupin guy’s legit? How do know anything he’s saying about a treasure map on the Tablet of Vesuvius is true?”

“I’m not sure. He seems earnest enough, but…” Carmen stared at the ancient relic in her hands, turning it over. “Maybe he’s on to something. See if you can turn up anything about those excavation reports he mentioned, the ones from the 18th century.” She checked her watch. “In the morning. You’ve got school tomorrow, right? I can’t have my white hat getting detention any time soon.”

Player grumbled. “Pfft, hackers don’t have bedtimes. While I’m at it, I’ll see what I can find out about this Lupin III guy. He sure seemed to know his stuff.” He shifted on the other end of the call. “Goodnight, Carmen. You did good tonight.”

“You too, Player. Sleep well.” Carmen ended the communication and leaned forward between the two front seats. “Guys, take us back to the hotel. I think it’s time we all got some shut-eye.”

“You got it, Carm. Ivy, get my ‘Post-caper tunes to rock out to’ playlist started. I’m going to merge.”

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“So, Lupin, you really think she’s the real deal?” Jigen hung a hand outside of the Fiat 500’s passenger window, gently shaking off the ash from the still burning end. He returned it to his lips and took a long drag. “She better be, seeing as you gave up the relic just to earn her trust.”

Beside him, Lupin thoughtfully scrolled through a number of news articles on his cellphone. “‘La femme rouge’, the red woman. She breaks, she enters, and apparently, she steals before others can. She’s done some impressive work.” He laid down his phone, reaching into the backseat to procure a book recently pilfered from a private collection. “I believe this could be the start of a beautiful friendship, or at least a mutually beneficial one.”

“And how about Pops? Was he happy to see you again?”

“As a clam. I gave him the old runaround, then borrowed a uniform from an extremely unfortunate Interpol agent at the scene and slipped away. Poor soul, was not a good day to wear the underwear with the hearts on them.” The two shared a chuckle. Jigen snuffed out his flame, just in time to help Lupin light one of his own.

“Now, what’s this about a treasure you were telling Red all about? You know I’m always down to get our hands on something shiny, but I’d at least like to know what kind of scheme you're cookin' up” Jigen pulled his lighter away from Lupin’s cigarette, giving him a few moments to take a couple starting puffs.

“Old pal, have I got a story for you.” He propped the book up on the steering wheel and turned a number of pages in. “And this one’s called ‘The legend of the Tomb of Hercules.’”

#Carmen Sandiego #Lupin III #my writing #Jigen Daisuke #Inspector Zenigata #Zack and Ivy #Infinity War is the most ambitious crossover-#Posts Carmen Sandiego meets Lupin III

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moogieandadhd · 2 years

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trauma ferris wheel - A Personal Note on ADHD and the Holidays

(i want to briefly apologize for my absence. i was pretty unmotivated to write, i got a full-time job, and i took a break from my meds for a bit. but, i'm back, and i have a lot to say. thanks for being awesome and patient with me, friends. i hope you guys are having a safe and healthy holiday season.)

there are many things i want to say to my family members during the holidays when the inevitable joke at my expense happens. for the past year, in particular, it has been about me never getting a license. i am 22 and i still only have a permit. the jokes were funny at first, but now they send me into a spiral of insecure thoughts. not a big deal on the outside, but after being berated and not even asked why it's taking so long (financial restrictions and debilitating anxiety, thank you very much), it starts to take a toll on you.

maybe you have receptive family members who you can say "hey, that wasn't really funny and i'd appreciate it if you didn't joke about that" and theyre like "hey man, im sorry about that, i should have been more mindful, i got you." but maybe most of your family is like mine and when you bring up that sometimes they say hurtful things, you're met with "you have always been so sensitive. it was just a joke, come on." or something along those lines.

now, take that and apply it to pretty much every little thing that you do. that is what living with ADHD is like. everything you do is inconvenient, or annoying, or misunderstood, and you are expected to mold yourself into the neurotypical's expectations of how you should be. but god forbid you ask for a little consideration.

with ADHD, many of us dread the holiday season. if it were up to me, i wouldn't have visited my family and just dealt with the "maybe i should have gone" guilt later. that sure beats physically having to leave the room and hide in the bathroom because everyone is loud and there are to many lights and everyone is far too touchy and the fancy clothes you were forced to wear have become a boa constrictor around your entire body and....

when we disappear from these overwhelming situations, i have also noticed it isn't met with great reception either. "you always have to be the center of attention, don't you? why do you need to make everything about you?" as if protecting your brain from an overload which would lead to a panic attack or a shouting match would have somehow been better.

again, misunderstood.

or maybe you are one of those ADHDers who love the holidays, either because your family isn't filled with self-interested people, or because you have already cut those people out of your life and you now have the freedom to make new memories and enjoy holidays the way you want to. how i envy you!

when i was younger, i loved the holidays because i was always so understimulated and seeing my cousins and spending hours playing games and running around was genuinely fun. now that i am an adult and my attention is now spread thin between maintaining my home, my mental and physical health, my marriage, my job, college, my social life, my bills, and still somehow find free time to relax... the holidays might as well be an inner ring of hell.

another stressor is finding the right gifts. some people make no sense to me and i have no clue what to get them, but a gift card feels so impersonal and lame, and then the other people who you know a perfect idea for but that particular item is also $900 and you make minimum wage.

not to mention, nobody ever seems to get your gifts right. they assume they know you and would want you to have something they want you to have - but it's just not you. fair enough, our hyperfixations can change like the weather, but ask us about it and we probably have something in mind.

or, the bittersweet feeling when you're gifted something in relation to a hyperfixation that you are no longer madly in love with and have since all but thrown it away. i weirdly feel guilty, and sad. but i remember how much i loved that thing, and how close it would have been to my heart, and how amazingly excited i would have been to have that gift at the peak of the fixation.

if you have a comorbidity with your ADHD, which most of us do (combined type adhder here with generalized anxiety disorder and cptsd, with a history of disordered eating, how fun), there's so much more to dread during the holidays. there's insecurity, triggers galore, you name it. but that's for another post, i suppose.

i know this idea has been regurgitated forever, but i really do wish that ADHD wasn't named after the symptoms that are burdensome to neurotypical people. "attention deficit", but i pay attention to everything at once. "hyperactive", but i just need to move around more or talk it out before i can feel content. that's just who i am, and the fact that it is an inconvenience really does just feel like pushing on a bruise.

if you had a fantastic holiday, i'm so happy for you. may that warmth follow you into the new year. if you didn't have a great holiday, i'm sorry. you probably didn't deserve that stuff. or maybe you fucked up royally in some way. no matter, you're still human and you still deserve love. know who loves you and who doesn't and weed out that shit you don't need anymore. you can start fresh whenever you want. make a little room to forgive yourself. love you.

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kittehkwrites · 3 years

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Yahya and you decide to have your wedding in New Orleans and you go there to have a long weekend away and look for wedding venues

Weekend getaway and venue hunting

warnings: fluff, mentions of alcohol and smoking. this is a short one🥴

Your fiancé, Yahya, and yourself had decided to get married in New Orleans for an abundance of reasons.

1. His family

2. The food

3. The weather

There were other reasons but those were just to name a few.

Your fiance would be showing you around the place like you hadn’t been before (well you hadn’t taken a proper tour the last time as you guys drove through the city to go to his family home for the holidays, so he was within reason but you were just caught off by all the scents, people and various food if you were being honest.)

You were glad that you had taken the time off for a long weekend as you realised you fiance was not only going to be taking you around for venue hunting, but also because he was taking you around to places you hadn’t been and knew it would take more than just two days to cover, especially since it was a busy time in NOLA.

You looked at many venues during the private tour your future husband had taken you on and you were not going to lie and say you didn’t find it cute when he got excited at looking at the space for the reception to be held. (You both decided on where to have the ceremony from a while back.)

As the day went on, you found the perfect venue for the occasion; Champions square / club xliv

The event planner that had come out showed you some pictures of the venue at night and some picture from past receptions and the bridal and groom pictures that they had in their portfolio.

Yahya knew this was gonna be the place you would pick because it was a place he also thought could accomodate everyone properly and safely but also for the aesthetic display from the superdome and he knew that would be something you would fall in love with.

he could see the wheels turning in your head and as you walked around a bit more, he talked to the planner to discuss the next slots to book for the personal event.

He was happy to hear that some last minute cancellations had happened and there would be a free night, the same night as your wedding date and took it as a sign to put down the deposit.

As you got your fill of the venue, you made your way back to your future husband and heard the planner and him talking about calling later on to discuss the attendence list and catering packages in depth, even though they discussed some of the bigger packages which was also a contributor to you liking this as a venue.

“Like it?” came his velvety voice and you could only smile bigger at the love of your life looking at you as if you were so precious and he’d do anything to keep you happy.

You’d nod your head and turn to the event planner and tell them you’d get in contact with them within the week to discuss the specifics later and they would send you both on your way with bright smiles and positive energy.

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For the rest of your stay, your husband and you would switch between walking and driving to different places in the city and eating all the traditional foods you would have otherwise had to wait until the holidays to have (and that was if his family was coming to your shared living space or if you guys would be driving down to the family home during the seasonal celebrations.)

One day out of your stay, some of his relatives came and spent the day with you both, taking on the tourist act also and made the time off enjoyable.

The younger family members would try and drag you away to the sweeter food stands or try and get you to buy them little things here and there.

The older members would talk about the history or festivals that would normally take place and the significance of it in the development of certain buildings.

They’d even tell jokes and recount memories from Yahya’s childhood and how he would act at festivals throughout his life. One of your favourite stories was the one of him crying cause he couldn’t go to mardi gras but he couldn’t even form full sentences, he just knew that the beads were pretty and he wanted some.

He’d try and get them to stop but eventually he stopped fighting and just entertained the kids and you couldn’t help but smile at the sweet side he’d display with them.

Watching him with the younger kids in his family and the younger ones on your side of the family, had you thinking of your future and how he’d be a great father to your little ones.

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Later on in the day, you both would spend time with some of his cousins around his age and just be merry.

There were a couple of blunts in rotation and you would take a couple puffs before passing until you decided to stick to the bourbon and liquor.

You’d watch your future husband handle both and it would do something to you when you saw him so relaxed and carefree.

The way his accent would come out and have you swooning at the deep and gruffness to his voice

The way he would laugh and continue to swap embarrassing stories with his relatives was always something you thought was so attractive about him.

He’d want you on him or near him at all times, basically.

If you weren't in his lap, his hand would be somewhere on your body and drawing soothing patterns into your skin and you’d get goosebumps to which he took as you being cold and would give you his jacket since the weather dropped unexpectedly.

He would place a peck on your lips and give you- what you could only describe as- the look of love and adoration you saw when he proposed and when he told you he loved for the first time.

You would have a silly grin on your face and give him an eskimo kiss in your buzzed state.

There would be music and dancing through out the sesh with his cousins and you were happy that you had another day until you guys went back to your shared house so you could enjoy this time together and with his family.

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The last day of your long weekend, you both stayed in and relaxed after having talked to the event planner and sorting out the venue to the evenings spent with his family.

You both wanted to have a day to yourselves and you couldn’t have been happier waking up next to him another day.

You’d look between his sleeping features and the engagement ring you’d often forget to take off and thought that this man was the one and you couldn’t wait until it was official.

You’d deeply inhale before cuddling closer to your future husband and thinking about the future with him and maybe some small ones running around.

As your mind wondered, you fell right back into a comfortable position and eventually back to sleep as your fiancé simply pulled you closer and dreamt of your lives together.

Venue hunting wasn’t so bad, you thought as you drifted back into your sleep, encompassed by your love and the warm sheets.

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Noble citizens of the aspirationally decadent Conglomerated Nation of Bitches Get Riches: let’s have a lil’ chat, shall we? It’s been a while since we chatted about our favorite topic: ourselves!

We hope you’ve enjoyed season two of the Bitches Get Riches podcast. Recording it was a bright spot for us during this dumpster fire of a year, so thank you all for listening.

As we wrap up another season, we had a few notes to share with you. Including some more personal reflections about how we’re doing, where we’re at, and what the future holds.

Let’s get into it!

Merch is back online

If you visited our Etsy shop in the last few months, you might’ve noticed the physical merch—tee shirts and coffee mugs and tote bags and such—wasn’t listed anymore. Basically, when lockdowns started, it caused a lot of disruption and delays on orders. Not wanting people to be stuck waiting for stuff, we decided to take it all offline, and only offer digital merch.

As of today, we’ve reactivated everything! But please keep in mind that there may still be delays, depending on what’s happening in the world! We appreciate your patience, if patience is indeed called for.

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Season one transcripts

Next, we wanted to let you guys know that we now have transcripts available for season one of the Bitches Get Riches podcast!

We’re committed to making BGR as accessible as we possibly can. We know that some people can’t hear, or struggle to absorb information aurally, so transcripts were something we’ve always wanted to offer.

… But, you know, at the end of the day, we’re just two people! Transcribing and editing audio is time- and labor-intensive work, and there just aren’t enough hours in the day for us to do it along with the fifteen million other things we have to do.

We were able to offer season one transcripts thanks entirely to A Purple Life, a peerlessly talented and wonderful fellow blogger who selflessly made it happen. (If you don’t already read her stuff, you’ve already disobeyed us, as we commanded you to in 10 Rad Black Money Experts to Follow Right the Hell Now. And for that, we’re strongly considering smiting you.)

We’re incredibly thankful to Purple for her hard work on this. But we also feel strongly that this DESERVES to be paid work! So the release of season two transcripts is dependent on getting more Patreon donors to offset funding it.

Season 1, Episode 1: “Should I Tell My Boss I’m Looking for Another Job?”

Season 1, Episode 2: “How Should I Behave on My First Day at Work?”

Season 1, Episode 3: “My Parents Have Bad Credit. Should I Help by Co-signing Their Mortgage?”

Season 1, Episode 4: “Capitalism Is Working for Me. So How Could I Hate It?”

Season 1, Episode 5: “I Don’t Love My Job, but It Pays Well. Should I Quit—or Tough It Out?”

Season 1, Episode 6: “I Lent My Boyfriend Money. He Took It to a Casino.”

Season 1, Episode 7: “I’m Terrible at Budgeting. Do I Suck It Up—Or Is There Another Way?”

Season 1, Episode 8: “My Mother Demands Information About My One-Night Stands.”

Season 1, Episode 9: “I’ve Given up on My Dream Career. Where Do I Go From Here?”

Season 1, Episode 10: “I Want a Pedigreed Dog. She Wants a Rescue Mutt. It Turned into a Fight… and the Fight Got Ugly.”

Season 1, Episode 11: “I Feel Cornered by a Friend Who Keeps Asking to Borrow Money.”

Season 1, Episode 12: “Should I Believe the Fear-Mongering about Another Recession?”

Bonus Episode: Merry Bitchmas! The 2019 Star-Studded Holiday Spectacular

For transcripts, scroll to the bottom of each episode and click “episode transcript.” Or read them directly in the podcast player of your choice!

Podcast reviews

We also super wanted to thank all the people who’ve etched their names in blood upon the dusty pages of our dark grimoire written reviews for the show on Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, and other places!

We are beyond flattered by the kind things you guys have said about us. Like MoonPetalLily, who described us as “the snarky older sisters [they] wish [they] had.”

FunshineKelly said our “advice helped [them] land a $20k raise and a signing bonus without crying even a little bit.” GOOD! We don’t support tears in the workplace! Not even in the sanctity of your car parked way in the corner of the parking lot. Keep it together!

And God bless MelHubbs, who said, and I quote:

They’re prepared, and still relaxed; informative, and still light-hearted; comforting, and still sexual. It’s everything you could ever want in a podcast, in an internet personality, in your sisters-in-arms against the terrible war between capitalism and what humans actually need to survive & thrive. One of my favorite things about them is that they don’t have any corporate sponsors or ads, so you know what they’re saying is what they mean, not what their advertisers want them to say. If you’re able, support them on Patreon! If you’re not, listen to their podcast, take their advice to heart, reflect on your options, make your moves, then, with your newfound financial independence, become a patreon!

MelHubbs, you joyful sonnet!

Your review is so good that it reads suspiciously like something we paid you to write! But we’re too cheap for that—IT REAL!

Bitches Get Riches at the crossroads

All right. Time to level with you guys.

In keeping with 2020’s overarching theme (“everything is pure shit”), this year has become a real “shit or get off the pot” moment for the two of us.

Although I’m comfortable and doing fine, Piggy is still unemployed. And last week she received the last unemployment check she’s entitled to. It sucks. And it’s scary.

Being a partnership is awesome in almost every way. But one way that it sucks is that we have to earn double the amount of money to be truly profitable! (And no, before you ask, it’s not possible for us to only pay Piggy. Believe me, that was our original plan—but it turns out that’s not allowed in a 50/50 legal partnership. We must pay ourselves equally, or Uncle Sam will spank us. And he doesn’t do it in the sexy way—only the traumatic way!)

Piggy is doing okay for now. She has freelancing work, and an intact emergency fund. But understandably, anxiety and worry take their toll. She’s pushing through it, but it’s hard. Creativity and passion can’t thrive for long without some measure of safety and stability.

During these scary times, our Patreon community has been a lifeline. As more and more of you have joined us, it’s slowly crept up from grocery money to grocery and utility bill money! So thank you, thank you, from the bottom of our hearts thank you to those who’ve stepped up and joined.

But we’re kind of at a crossroads. Because of Piggy’s situation, we really need it to become “paying the mortgage” money. And it’s gotta get there pretty fast. Otherwise, it’s just not fair to ask Piggy to invest so much of her time in Bitches Get Riches, when she could be taking on higher paying freelancing work to keep herself afloat.

And trust me, you do not want a BGR that’s too Kitty-heavy. I am longwinded af, slowly losing my abilities to think and spell, and take every possible detour to inject disgusting sexual comments wherever they are least germane (although idk maybe you’re here for that).

Our new goal for ourselves, and you

With all of that in mind, we have a new goal: to produce season three of our podcast, we need 500 total Patreon donors.

Today we have… 294. So that’s, uhhhhh… a really ambitious goal!

It’s probably too ambitious. We’re probably gonna fail. Who cares, it’s 2020! The planet is on fire and god is already dead, so we have no reason not to give it our all!

We are leaving this in your hands. We—Piggy and I—believe that the world would be a better place if people could hear reliable, relatable financial wisdom funded by regular people, untainted by corporate sponsors with deep pockets who want us to push their capitalist crap upon you. And 294 of you have already demonstrated that you believe that too. Thank you, thank you, infinity thank yous to all of you who are already a part of our Patreon community. You are shining stars that smell faintly of vanilla.

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We hope to be back soon for a third season. Until then, stay safe, stay sane, wear your masks, triple-check that you’re registered to vote, and save room for dessert. (What’s for dessert? So glad you asked—it’s the rich!)

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tinawritesstuff · 3 years

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You’re home

Pairing: Henry Cavill/ First Person Reader

Wordcount: 1.4K

Warnings: kinda angsty if you squint a little? It’s mostly tooth-rotting fluff lol

A/N: a little something I’ve been meaning to write for a while now. Hope you guys enjoy it!

The weather outside is freezing, the trees and the garden are painted in a thick layer of white thanks to the constant snowing. I swear I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, making me take a deep breath and inhale the addicting and intoxicating scent. There are only a few things that relax me and take me to my safe space: coffee, a book, winter and Henry.

Oh, Henry.

He’s been away for two months now, very busy doing reshoots for the second season of Witcher, and to say I miss him wouldn’t do justice to what I’ve been feeling. But I guess no one can really blame me, right? Because we spent six wonderful months together because of lockdown, so having to go back to not having him around every day has had me on edge since he left.

I look outside the window, watching the snow fall while sipping from my mug. The day is grey and I can’t help but feel like it matches my mood.

Have you ever felt like you have too many emotions inside and just need to let it go? Well, that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling lately, specially since Henry got called to work again.

I know it’s not healthy to emotionally depend on someone else, because most of the time I find myself yearning his presence and just needing him with me. And it’s not fair to either of us.

I hear my phone ringing, and to say I run to see who’s calling would be an understatement. When I reach it, I see that the ID is my mom, to which I let out a groan of frustration. I was hoping it to be Henry.

“Hey, ma”

“Hello, dear. How are you today?”

“I don’t really know, to be honest” I shake my head, with a horrible feeling settling in my throat “I- I feel like I have a thousand of emotions stuck in my chest, and I can’t pinpoint exactly what I’m feeling”

“Oh, honey” she sighs “Why do you think that might be?”

“To be honest, it started when Henry left. And I can’t help but feel stupid, because we’ve been apart for longer periods of time before, and I’ve never complained about it. It never hurt like it does now”

“Darling, things like this are never stupid. Have you talked to him about it?”

“I haven’t really had the chance to. He’s been so busy and I honestly don’t want to bother him with this nonsense.”

“Listen to me, if that man loves you, and I’m certain he does, he will make the time to hear about your feelings and won’t think they’re nonsense, at all” she says in a stern voice and it makes my heart sink.

Because she’s probably right, and I should tell him about it. Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll be bottling up all that’s bothering and one day everything will explode. And it won’t be nice.

After some more catching up, she hangs up and I go back to…, well, look out the window. What I wasn’t expecting was to see Henry’s car pulling over on the entryway and parking there.

I hear the door opening, and Kal’s claws scratching the wooden floor as he makes his way inside the house. Next thing I know, I’m being thrown to the ground by the big, fluffy pig that attacks me with kisses.

I laugh while scratching his ears, and I hear the male deep laugh coming our way.

“Kal, hey, down boy. Let momma breath, c’mon”

“Oh no, please! I’ve missed him so much, let him stay like this for a little longer. I don’t mind” I say smiling up at him from the ground.

It’s unbelievable how much my mood changed the moment I saw his car pulling over. Which reminds me:

“What are you guys doing here?! I thought you wouldn’t be here until the holidays”

“Well, I don’t know if you’ve seen the news, my lovely, but England has gone back to lockdown. Starts tomorrow morning. So, we’ll only be working on the studio scenes.”

He helps me stand up and brings me close to his body in a bear hug. Oh, how I’ve missed him. His warm, his scent, his hugs, all of him.

I feel the tears pooling my eyes, because the mix of feelings is overwhelming and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Before I realize it, I’ve become a sobbing mess crying on his chest.

“Oh, no, no, no. Little love, what’s wrong? Why are you crying like this?” he asks with concern filling his tone.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I-I j-just mis-ssed you a lot” I say the best I can between sobs.

“Okay, come here”

He picks me up, bridal style, carries me to the living room and sits down on the couch with me on his lap. I let out all the pent-up frustrations, all the dark emotions I’ve been feeling the last two months, and in the meantime, he just caresses my hair, soothing me and whispering sweet nothings in my ear to calm me down. After some time, the tears stop running and the sobs become little exhales of air, trying to regain calm and control of my breathing.

“Atta girl, you let it all out. Don’t think there’s anything else in you to cry about, eh?” he jokes and I let out a teary giggle. “Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what’s wrong to begin with. All I know is that these last two months without you have been a hell to live. I’ve been feeling so lonely. And I’m not saying it’s your fault, not at all, because it’s your job and you love it and I shouldn’t be feeling like this and I shouldn’t be selfish; but truth is that I miss you every time you’re gone, and this one has taken a toll on me.”

“Oh, nugget” he sighs and pulls me closer to his body “I’m sorry to hear that, but there’s nothing selfish about you missing me and needing me here. In fact, I’ve been feeling the same way since I left” he shrugs and kisses my hair “I want you to tell me when these things bother you, especially when I’m away, because loneliness can get tricky and I don’t want you to feel that way. Okay?”

I nod my head and snuggle closer to his body, feeling his strong and big arms engulfing me in a tight hug. We stay like that for some time, quietly cuddling while watching the snow falling through the big window behind the T.V., until he breaks the silence.

“Where’s the Christmas’ tree?” he asks glancing around

“Oh, yeah” I let out a little embarrassed laugh “I haven’t put up any of the Christmas’ decorations, including the tree, because I didn’t want to do it alone. I was going to wait for you to come home”

“I was supposed to come home on December 23rd! You were planning to put the decorations up two days before Christmas?!” he exclaims funnily and I laugh at his mannerisms and efforts to lift up my mood.

Have I said how much I missed him? I think I have.

“Well, yeah. I told you it was bad” I shrug and he grabs my face to leave a little peck on my forehead

“We can do it any time you feel like it, my love” he whispers and caresses my cheek with one of his hands “I don’t think I’ve greeted you properly, lovely. What do you say?”

I shake my head, and that’s all the answer he needs. Henry leans down and kisses me fully in the mouth, taking every ounce of air I have in my lungs. The kiss is soft, but deep. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world. At least until he has to leave again.

I grab a handful of his curls to deepen the kiss even more, to show him how much I yearn for him, how much I’ve missed his touch and the feeling of him against me.

When we are in need of air, we break the kiss and smile like fools to one another. There’s no need to say anything. He’s here, he’s home with me.

“What do you say we put the Christmas tree up, right now and when we’re done, we watch some Christmas special?” I ask while stroking his cheek, softly, making him lean into my touch.

“I’d love to.”

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pocketsizeddemon · 4 years

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Litha - Bang Chan Smut

I got the idea last year but I didn't really have time to do anything and I'm beyond lucky that I got to finish it just on time this year. Hope you enjoy~ Chan has his first weekend off in a while and he spends it on a camping trip with you.

Bang Chan Smut , 2.5k words , AO3

It was a lovely, sunny early June afternoon and you and your boyfriend, Chris were chilling on your balcony. Your hands were playing with his fluffy black hair as you were enjoying the sunshine. You still couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have been calling him your boyfriend for over a year now.

Earlier, in April, a little after your first anniversary, you shared with him one little thing about yourself that you weren’t entirely sure how to address all that time. You were a witch. Not the fairytale kind. A real-life, moon-loving, herb-growing, tea-drinking, spell-casting, witch. You didn’t know what to expect as an answer but after a few minutes of silence he just exclaimed with a giggle “Well, suddenly the number of candles and house plants make a lot more sense now!”

After that followed a lot of random conversations about your craft and even more 3 a.m. texts like:

“Wait so you can turn people into animals?”

“No babe, but I can jinx them to get their tongues twisted when they talk shit about me.”

but you were beyond happy with how sweet, understanding and curious he was about this all.

“Babygirl?” his voice brought you out of your reminiscing and you looked at him with a smile.

“Yes, love?” you asked

“You had a really adorable look in your face. Were you daydreaming?”

“Ah- I was just thinking of how lucky I am to have you…” a soft blush blooming on your cheeks as your voice trailed off. He chuckled and leaned up to kiss said blushing cheeks. Before he was able to answer, a yawn escaped him.

“Oh, baby. Are you tired?” you asked, fluffing up his hair.

“Yeah… my insomnia has been getting worse lately…” his voice trailed off as a frown appeared on his face. “Oh!” he sat up excitedly as his eyes gleamed with hope. “Can you… can you help me? Is there like a spell or a potion you can do?”

You pondered for a few moments before answering.

“Well, there are a few things I can do. I already have a bedtime tea blend that I can give you… And you’re going to have to come to pick something up on the weekend.” You smiled at him.

“Why on the weekend?” he asked.

“Full moon on Friday.” You winked cheekily before getting up to prepare him a jar of your bedtime tea. (Lavender, Chamomile, Valerian root, Linden tea)

You wouldn’t get to meet him properly for the next two weeks as they were preparing for the comeback but that didn’t stop you from visiting his studio for a little while that same weekend to drop off the special restful sleep & sweet dreams sachet that you had made for him just that Friday night. (Lavender, Rosemary, Sea salt, Hops flowers, Sugar, Chamomile, Valerian, Amethyst and Rose Quartz)You kissed him sweetly and wished him a good rest before leaving that night.

You spent most of Saturday morning as a bit of a road trip, driving to your destination and listening to music in the car and just enjoying each other's company. Late on Saturday afternoon, you arrived at the beach you had found a few weeks ago online. It was even more beautiful than the pictures showed and the weather seemed to be just perfect for your camping trip, although it was still a bit too cool for swimming. After setting up your tent, you took off your shoes and went on a long walk on the beach. You and Chris picked up a few seashells, threw skipping rock and you just had to admit, he was great at that.

You returned to the tent as the sun was setting and just in time for dinner. Before you could even bring the food that you had left in the cooler, back in the car, Chris had already built a little bonfire.

“Funny how you built a fire...” your voice trailed off as you two finished up your food, “You see, today, or better tomorrow is the summer solstice!”

“That's another witch holiday, right?” he beamed

“Exactly!" you smiled back at him. “Remember last year on the picnic we had on the 1st of May how I told you about Beltane?” He nodded and grinned, remembering very well what that story had sparked.

“While in Beltane the God and Goddess unite for the first time, in Litha, Midsummer, the God is maturing and the Goddess is pregnant, that’s why most fruits, vegetables and all grains are ripening and growing this season. And it's celebrated with big fires and staying up until sunrise to greet the longest day of the year.” you quickly wrapped up your story since you didn't want to overwhelm him.

Yet little did you know that his mind was racing in a whole different direction. All Chris heard was “pregnant” and his eyes focused with you, glimmering mischievously. Ever since the first of May, when you guys made love in the forest and he filled you up with his cum it’s all that he’s been thinking. He didn’t actually want to get you pregnant, not just yet, but cumming inside you and imagining you soft and round with his baby was doing things to him.

��Speaking of my craft” you tried to change the subject a bit “how's your insomnia been treating you lately baby?”

“I had almost forgotten about that” he turned to you with a massive smile “I really can't thank you enough babygirl. The tea on its’ own had been doing a great job calming me down before bed but after you brought me the little bag? I've been sleeping like a baby! I don't know if it's because it works or it's because I look at it and think of you... And feel warm and safe...” he held your hand lovingly rubbing circles on your palm. But it does a great job! Please just... Tell me anything you want, I want to thank you.”

“Well I am a witch!” you jokingly answered, “You could give me your firstborn!” You laughed at your own joke until you turned to him to see a smirk on his face.

“Oh perfect! Let’s get baby-making!” he pounced at you, pushing you in the tent, suddenly very happy with himself that he had remembered to pack a groundsheet with him. You pulled him on the floor with you, him peppering your face with small kisses as you giggled. He leaned over you, supporting himself on his hands as he gazed upon you, his eyes sparkling with love and mischief under the soft lighting of the fire and the stars.

He slowly dipped down to kiss your lips, ever so softly but you pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. Over two weeks away from him had you craving for his affection and touch. His lips were so soft and sweet you simply had to bite them.

“Eager girl…” he teased as he pecked your lips again.

“I just missed you… a lot” you answered quietly, your fingers tangling to his hair.

“I can’t complain, babygirl. I really missed you too.” He kissed you again, hearing a small sigh of content leave you. His warm fingers were soon on your waist, toying with the hem of your shirt as his lips lowered to your neck.

Your shirt and bra came off first and he could already see your nipples react to the cool summer breeze. He cupped one of your breasts while teasing the other’s nipple with his tongue, not missing your reaction. Your breath hitched as his warm tongue met the sensitive skin and a fluttery moan left your lips.

Chris’ shirt followed before he leaned back down to keep on scattering kisses and small bites along your neck and exposed chest. His hands were now resting on your hips, massaging and squeezing the soft skin under the thin linen pants you were wearing. You couldn’t help but squirm in response. You were almost surprised by how hungry he was for you. Even his kisses were seemed hotter than usual, as he was lovingly leaving hickeys on your neck. It wasn’t long before you felt his finger fumbling with your zipper.

You helped him take them off, wriggling out of the tight jeans with a chuckle. He kissed every single patch of skin he could reach while removing them, along with your panties. You instinctively spread her legs a little and he pushed them further apart. His hands rested on your thighs as he looked at you in all your naked glory.

“Which one of the Gods am I supposed to thank for sending the most marvelous girl to me?” he mattered between scattering kisses on your inner thigh.

“Hmm… Eros I suppose. Or maybe Aphrodite.” You answered with a warm smile and an even warmer blush, as your fingers weaved through his hair.

Chris' hot breath was getting closer and closer to your core. When his lips touched you where you needed him most, you let out a little moan. He took his time eating you out, humming as your thighs clenched and relaxed according to his Ministrations. Your hips were moving on their own account, following the movements of his tongue on your pussy, desperate mewls spilling from your mouth, but he was having none of that.

With his arms wrapping around your thighs and his hands now resting on your abdomen, he pinned you down, hearing your little whines of protest. He locked eyes with you and you could barely keep your eyes open as his pillowy lips sucked on your clit. Your back arched off the floor and your moans only urged him to continue. Switching between licking your folds with his skillful tongue and sucking he was making a squirming mess out of you. He could feel you clenching as your release approached so he focused on your clit even though his jaw was starting to ache but his efforts paid off as he saw you orgasm from just his tongue. After kissing your hipbones, whispering words of praise, he came up to your lips for a kiss. Taking advantage of his relaxed state, you flipped the two of you around.

“My turn.” You smirked cheekily. You kneeled in between his legs, pulling down his pants along with his briefs as he was steadying himself on his elbows. You were a bit impatient, silly as it seemed, but you wanted to make him feel good too. His painfully hard erection was resting on his stomach and it made your mouth almost water. There was precum already leaking from the tip and you wasted no time, licking it off.

He hissed as you licked up from the base to the tip, feeling his veins on your tongue. You slipped the tip in your mouth and sucked on it before you slowly started taking in the rest of his cock. Your hands were pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, trying to match the pace. Chris groaned when he hit the back of your throat, his hands grabbing at the floor of the tent. Your head bobbed as you tried to take more of him, tears prickling your eyes in the process.

“Fuck! That feels good babygirl.” He moaned as you finally took all of him in your mouth. “But” he continued as he stroked your cheek “I want to fuck you so much, baby. I want to cum inside you. I did say we’d make a baby.”

His dick twitched as you let him off of your mouth with a pop. You crawled on to his lap, his hands grabbing on your hips as his tip rested against your wet folds. You adjusted your position and slowly took him in, as you felt his grip tighten. Soft gasps could be heard as he sank deeper inside you, stretching you out. Chris marveled at the sight of you above him, your flushed cheeks, swollen lips and messy hair were beyond beautiful to him.

He couldn’t keep himself from staying still, even though he wanted to admire you a little more. He started thrusting up, meeting your unsteady pace, his hands trailing up towards your chest. You moaned as he met you with a particularly hard thrust, your legs shaking as you were starting to get tired.

He didn’t need you to say it twice and took no time in flipping you over. Your legs, instinctively wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you. You left a moan as he could reach deeper in this position. His groans responded to you, as he felt you clenching around him. Your hands reached to his neck, pulling him down for a rough passionate kiss.

The smile on his lips was prominent even through your kiss and he set up a slow, sensual pace wanting nothing more than to make this last longer. Deep, slow thrusts, drawing long, breathless moans from you. Praises and I-love-yous were whispered in your ears as he kept a steady pace. You were overpowered by how he was sweetly making love to you, rocking the tent with his powerful thrusts.

With the knot in your abdomen started to grow tighter you begged him to go faster and he complied. His pace grew faster as he leaned closer to you, hitting just the right spot to make you see stars. He could feel your blunt nails scratching his back as he lost himself, pistoning faster and faster. Groans spilled from his mouth as he noticed you tightening around him, your orgasm approaching. You were but a pleading mess, so close, looking so beautiful just for him, moaning his name as you squirmed with pleasure. Knowing he couldn’t hold any longer either, he fucked you even harder. With the first few thrusts, your back arched off the floor of the tent, your moans filling the little space as you writhed in his arms. He let you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own, releasing his hot seed deep inside of you.

“That was amazing!” he said as he laid down next to you, left out of breath. You curled into his arms for a cuddle with a soft hum of agreement. Pressing your lips together into a kiss, he wrapped his arms around you as he played with your hair.

“You realize that this was only round one, right?” you stated with a smirk after a few minutes of cuddling, causing him to chuckle.

“Of course not, I haven’t given your my firstborn yet!” he answered through his laugh as he peppered your face with tiny kisses.

And that’s how your night went. Soft warm cuddles, turning to slow and sensual lovemaking and back to cuddling again until the sunrise, leaving both of you pleasantly tired and sated.

“Did you really mean that Chris?” you asked him with half-closed eyes while basking in the soft pink light of dawn that was peeking through the tent's entrance. “The baby-making thing...?”

“Well... Perhaps not just yet but I can surely picture myself starting a family with you in the future. I love you so much.” He stated before nuzzling into your neck as the sun shined his first rays upon your skin.

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