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heich0e · 9 months

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[warning: while f!reader is not described with any specific physical traits, the child in this fic is described as having inherited all of Megumi’s attributes and none from reader! please read with that in mind, or pass over this fic if not <3]

And a week after that terrible storm, Megumi pulls on his coat, locks up the clinic for the night, and heads to the nearby izakaya.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know her.”

Megumi deflates a little, leaning forward onto his elbows atop the service counter at the izakaya. The young man behind the bar looks sincerely apologetic that he can’t be of more help to him, a remorseful frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

“That’s fine,” Megumi says, smothering his burgeoning disappointment as best he can—blanketing it in a familiar air of indifference. “It was years ago.”

He’d asked for you when he arrived at the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant, having weaselled your family name out of Yuuji who’d in turn pressed Nanami for it—the elder man deeming a simple name suitably fair to share since it wasn’t particularly personal information, not least of all because he’s seemingly incapable of denying Yuuji anything he asks for. But the server who Megumi approached when he first arrived at the neighbourhood izakaya, the same establishment he’d visited with the old man all those years ago that hasn’t changed a bit since that day, didn’t seem to have any knowledge of you ever working there.

“I’ve only been here for a year,” the young man says, ruffling the back of his cropped hair sheepishly and glancing down the bar in the direction of the busy kitchen. “I could ask around, though? See if someone—”

“No, that’s alright,” Megumi cuts him off, bowing stiffly in his direction with his arms pinned down at his sides. “You’ve done more than enough. Thank you for your time.”

Megumi swiftly turns and heads in the direction of the door, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. The izakaya is noisy around him as he crosses the restaurant towards the exit, full of people unwinding after a long day of work, sharing food and drinks and talking too loudly just to be heard over the cacophonous din. He’s never really liked the overly-boisterous atmosphere of these kinds of places, which is why he’s always preferred to drink at home—but every so often Yuuji or Nobara manages to draw him into an evening out at bars just like this one.

The man just wants to get back to his little apartment where he can enjoy some peace and quiet, and nurse the nagging feeling of disappointment he feels prickling in his hollow chest.

He’s only a few doors up the road from the building, making his way back in the direction of home, when he hears a ruckus behind him.

“Excuse me!… Excuse me, sir!”

Megumi pauses in his stride and glances back over his shoulder in the direction of the shouting, only to see the young man from behind the bar racing up the sidewalk towards him with his apron strings flapping in his haste. He’s a little winded by the time he reaches Megumi, hunching forward with his hands braced on his thighs atop the overhang of his apron as he struggles to catch his breath.

“The cook… said…”

Megumi can barely understand what the boy is trying to say to him. He’s a little concerned by how out of breath he is, too. After a few more seconds of panting heavily, the young man looks up.

“The cook said he knew her. The girl you’re looking for.”

Megumi’s eyes widen, his stomach doing an unpleasant little somersault in his core.

The server stands up straight, swallowing thickly. He’s more composed now after his sprint. He gives Megumi your name, your full name—both given and family—and Megumi recognizes it. “He said a student with that name worked here a few years ago, but she left when she got pregnant.”

Megumi’s hands clench into fists in the pockets of his coat.

The young man looks a bit sheepish. “I hope this helps. I don’t know if you remember, but you took good care of my family’s dog a few years ago at your clinic. I… wanted to repay you.” He bows earnestly in the vets direction, a full bend at his waist.

Megumi thinks he might vaguely remember him, though his hair was longer, he didn’t have the piercings in his ears, and his cheeks were rounder with baby fat back then. “Shino-kun?”

The boy lifts his head and nods eagerly, perking up at the recognition.

His family had an inordinately rotund dachshund named Vienna. Like the sausage.

“Thank you for your help,” Megumi says to him, and he means it.

Shino nods in recognition of the thanks.

Megumi moves to leave, but pauses. “The cook… does he have her contact info?”

The boy shakes his head, and Megumi feels that same flare of disappointment swell with renewed vigour, staring down at his feet on the pavement as he tries not to let it show. He supposes it would be strange to get that kind of information from him anyway. For all intents and purposes, he’s just some stranger trying to track a woman down, who in their right mind would—

“He said the last he heard she was working at the family restaurant a few blocks away, near the park—”

Megumi’s eyes snap up towards the server again.

“—do you know the one?”

Yes. He does.

The old man used to take him there sometimes for lunch when he was still working at the clinic, because Megumi had a tendency to skip his midday meal. The waitresses all knew the old man by name, and he’d told Megumi that he and his wife had their first date in that very restaurant decades prior. It’s an ancient little spot that’s been there for far longer than Megumi’s lived in the neighbourhood.

And he just so happens to have to pass it on his way back home.

The neon sign that hangs over the old family restaurant paints the evening street in its glow as Megumi stands outside the diner.

It’s late; encroaching on an hour that Nobara would affectionately call ‘past his bedtime’ since Megumi tends as a matter of habit to be a man who’s early to bed and early to rise. But regardless of the hour, Megumi can’t seem to make his feet carry him any further. Neither back to his home, nor through the business’s door.

Through one of the windows, past the reflective fluorescence from the lights outside, he sees you.

You’re standing at a table by the window, chatting with a couple whose meal you’ve just served. You have a smile on your face, but it’s not quite the smile that Megumi remembers—neither as bright, nor as carefree as the one in his memory. You don’t look the same either.

You’re older than you were back then—though certainly still not old by any means—but he supposes that’s only natural given how much time has passed since that first night he met you. He didn’t look at you properly that night you came to the clinic. Didn’t take the time to really observe you. All he can really remember is how soaking wet you were, and how you didn’t want to meet his gaze.

You meet it now.

You catch sight of him through the window just before you leave your patrons to enjoy their meal, and even from a distance Megumi can see the way your expression changes. He can see how startled you look as you catch sight of him.

You’re not wrong to look surprised, and he can’t help but blame you. He’s some man you’ve met twice now, the instances half a decade apart, who’s managed to track down your place of employment. But at the same time, Megumi can’t help but think that there’s a greater anxiety that underlies your wide-eyed expression—a more considerable fear that’s palpable, even from so far away.

You appear outside, wrapped up in a puffy jacket, a few minutes later.

“Hello, Fushiguro-san,” you greet him quietly, bowing a bit awkwardly in his direction.

He returns the greeting with your own name, and you look surprised that he knows it.

“What brings you here at this time of night?”

“Where’s Kota?” Megumi ignores your question in favour of one of his own.

Your lips pull into a thin line at the mention of your son.

“The obaachan who lives next door to us watches Kota when I work nights,” you say, and your tone is colder now. Sharpened like a blade you wield in defence.

An unpleasant silence wraps around you both, the discomfort and the tension of it nipping at your heels and urging you to run.

“That’s a lot of work for an old woman.”

“She’s happy to do it. Her children have all moved away,” you seem to only very narrowly be keeping resentment from your shaking voice.

“Why doesn’t Kota’s father watch him?” Megumi asks, and his gaze is level and unyielding as it meets your own.

Your jaw sets, and a flare of something white-hot and protective kindles behind your eyes.

“He can’t.”

A car passes on the street behind Megumi, but neither of you pay it any mind.

“Why?"

“He’s busy.”

“Too busy to take care of his own child?” Megumi isn’t trying to sound so angry, but the emotion makes itself known in his voice without even trying. He doesn’t mean to antagonize you like this. It’s not what he came here to do. But he can’t seem to force himself to be direct with you.

“Yes.”

“Doing what?” Megumi presses again, unrelenting in his pursuit.

“Drop it,” you tell him warningly, hissing the caution through your teeth.

He doesn’t heed your words.

“Where is Kota’s father?” he asks one final time, and it’s the question that makes the fraying thread of your patience finally snap.

“Bothering me outside my place of work,” you hiss, your eyes narrowed and resentful. “Is that what you came here for? Are you happy now?”

Happy?

Megumi feels sick to his stomach, an almighty fwoosh wracking through him that makes him go week at the knees and threatens to make him heave up the meagre contents of his stomach in front of you, and this street, and anyone who has the misfortune of a window seat in the diner behind you. But he feels worse still when he sees the way tears are welling quickly in your eyes. When he spots the way you’re trembling.

You’re frightened.

Of him.

“Please,” you soften noticeably before his eyes, like he watches all your will to fight with him abandon you in real time. The deflation leaves you desperate when you speak again, crumpling in on yourself. You step up to him slightly, grabbing the sleeve of his coat as you plead to him. “Just go. Forget this ever happened. I don’t want anything from you. We don’t want anything from you. I-I take good care of him; he’s happy and healthy and we’re fine. I’m sorry that you found out like this, but I promise if you just leave now you don’t ever have to think of him—things can go back to how they were, and I’ll make sure we never cross paths again.”

Megumi tastes bile creeping up at the back of his too-tight throat, and his vision has gone fuzzy at the edges like he’s watching everything unfold through a tunnel.

All he can think about it the little boy with the bunny hidden under his raincoat. The racoon on his sweatshirt. The way he clung to him in his sleep.

“He’s my son?”

You pause, still holding tight to Megumi’s coat sleeve.

“Yes,” you reply quietly. “He is.”

He searches your face for any sign of duplicity, but he knows the truth. He knew it before you said it. Knew it from the moment he woke up in that cold sweat.

“You’re certain?”

He doesn’t pose the question with any ill-intent. Hardly conscious of the fact he’s asking it at all, or what the implications of such a question might be.

You flinch anyway.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Another car passes.

“He’s my son.” This time it’s not a question, but the words are brittle and breathless as Megumi speaks them. His chest aches, his head is pounding.

You’re still clutching his sleeve.

From behind you, at the corner of the building that leads to a narrow alley, a man in a stained apron with a cigarette in his hand calls your name. You whirl around in surprise.

“Break’s over!” he calls to you with a hand clasped around his mouth. He eyes you and Megumi warily, as though assessing whether or not he needs to intervene.

“Coming!” you call back to him with a blatantly forced chipper tone, waving at him with a strained smile on your face.

You turn back to Megumi, and let his sleeve slip from your grasp. The fake smile withers slowly until it disappears altogether.

“Please,” you repeat to him one last time, quieter now that the line cook is still lingering nearby, but no less desperate. “Just forget about this. About us.”

You turn to head back towards the restaurant, and Megumi lets you go.

Until he doesn’t.

“Wait.”

You freeze, but you don’t turn to face him again. He can see the way you hold yourself around your midsection, your shoulders slightly hunched forward like you’re bracing yourself for something.

“Come to the clinic tomorrow.”

“I work tomorrow.”

“Then come before you work. Or after,” Megumi can’t help but sound irritated at your refusal. He has a right to ask you more questions. To get more answers.

You glance at him over your shoulder, and you look wary.

“Kota goes to daycare at 8. It’s not far,” you say, though your tone is reluctant. “I can come just after that.”

The clinic doesn’t open until 9, so that works for him.

He nods curtly in agreement, and then you do the same.

The cook calls your name again.

You step towards the restaurant.

“The bunny’s doing well.”

You pause in your stride and turn back to Megumi with a look of surprise on your face—the most open, and least defensive expression he’s seen since the two of you began speaking.

Megumi struggles to meet your gaze now, and looks away briefly. He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“You can… tell Kota that. If you want.” He glances fleetingly towards you, just in time to see the ghost of a smile flicker at he corner of your lips.

“I will,” you reply quietly. “He’ll be happy to hear that. Thank you, Fushiguro-san.”

Megumi watches as you skitter back towards the restaurant, bowing apologetically to the cook as you head quickly down the alley towards what Megumi can only assume is the staff entrance.

He turns on his heel on the sidewalk and heads in the direction of home, ignoring the gaze of your colleague as he walks away.

A son.

He has a son.

A little boy who looks just like him.

A little boy named Kota.

Megumi still feels sick, and his head is spiralling with a hundred questions he can’t begin to understand how to parse through in a coherent way. A hundred things he never dreamed he’d need to know. Never wanted to.

But he’ll see you tomorrow at 8AM, so as long as he makes sense of at least a few of the unintelligible questions running through his mind by then, he’ll finally have the chance to get some answers.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk drabble #jjk writing #writing #mini megumi #LOL i'm posting this because it's been written for weeks and i just want to get it off my hard drive feel free to ignore

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lostdreamr-blog1 · 2 years

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Stood Up. Picked Up.

Requested: Thank you anon for this sweet request!! Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mild swearing, some fluff

Summary: When you get stood up on your date, a certain pilot is there to pick you up.

It wasn’t often you had the free time for a date, let alone a guy who would give you the time of day. Being a Top Gun pilot had most guys turning their heads at a girl who could hang with the best. Which made for a very dry love life.

Phoenix had the same problem and joked if things kept going the way they were, the two of you would date. Something you had given some thought to once or twice. At least she would treat you right. But you knew her, and Rooster were dancing around each other these days. It was only a matter of time before one of them grew a pair and made the first move.

The excitement had slowly started to die down when the time kept ticking and you were alone at the restaurant your date previously agreed on. You tried to blame the military for making you not only on time, but fifteen minutes early. These past years in the Navy had taught you to never be late or you will be running until you puke.

Which then carried over into your personal life, thus making you wait for other people. But five minutes late quickly turned into thirty and soon enough you were grabbing your purse heading out the door.

It almost felt like a walk of shame with the people around you throwing pity stares your way. The hostess gave you a sympathetic smile on the way out, but you didn’t have it in you to be friendly back. The embarrassment of the situation swiftly transformed into anger and the only thing on your mind was having one too many drinks at the Hard Deck.

The place was crowded as usual, but it wasn’t hard to find a seat at the bar. Most of the patrons were playing pool, darts, or attempting to dance to whatever was playing on the juke box. You heard a few voices from the Top Gun pilots that were stationed here with you, but you hoped and prayed they stayed on the other side of the bar.

Penny did a double take when she saw you. The pilot she had come to love was not in her uniform but a simple red sundress. A sight she knew she wouldn’t get to see much of. The smile she wore quickly vanished when she realized how upset you looked.

A glass of whiskey was set out in front of you, and you mumbled a quick “thank you” to the ever so lovely bar owner. You didn’t waste time and threw the glass back with one gulp and placed the empty glass back down.

“Want to tell me about it?” Penny was just trying to help which is why you gave her a very short run down.

“Had a date that didn’t show up. Now I’m here trying to forget about it.” You glanced up at her and saw a look of understanding.

“I’ll keep them coming. Just make sure you find a ride home.” You nodded your head because it was all you could do. If worse comes to worse, you’ll call a cab and have Phoenix drive you back in the morning.

A few more drinks in and you could finally start to feel the anger fade away. That along with any other feelings at the moment. You felt someone sit at the bar next to you, but you were too focused on the half drank drink in front of you.

“Never in my life would I have expected to see you dressed like that.” The southern drawl told you exactly who it was before giving them a glance.

“Yeah, well soak it all in now. Because it for sure isn’t happening again.” You didn’t see the concern Hangman had over that statement. Instead, you finished off your drink and grabbed some money out of your purse to pay for the drinks.

“Don’t go leaving on my account.” You lazily turned your head towards him, “Don’t feel like getting into it with you tonight. I’ve had enough irritation in the last few hours to last a lifetime.”

Everyone knew the two of you didn’t exactly get along. He was always doing whatever he could to be the best while you solely believed in teamwork. The two of you just didn’t mesh well and it was no one’s fault. Well, maybe his.

You hopped of the stool and nearly fell over if it wasn’t for him catching you. “I’m fine.” He chuckled and shook his head, “Clearly. How are you getting home?”

You fished out your phone from your purse and held it up to him. “Calling a cab.” You squinted at the screen, trying to make the numbers in front of you stop moving.

“I can give you a ride. Just wait right here.” He didn’t give you time to protest as he walked off, leaving you to grip the bar for support. While having a few too many drinks worked wonders for clearing your mind, your body was hating you for it.

A hand was placed around your waist, making you jump at the sudden contact.

“Calm down, Darlin. Just me.” On any other day you would’ve slapped him for not only putting his hand on your waist but using the pet name he called all the girls he took home with him. But because of your now questionable decision to get drunk, he was now leading you out to his truck.

You only hoped no one from the team was witnessing this. You would never hear the end of it.

Once situated, he started the truck and pulled out of the bar in the direction of your apartment. It was quiet except for the soft sounds of country music playing on the radio. You were nearly asleep sitting up when he asked, “Who hurt you tonight?”

The question caught you off guard. It wasn’t a simple “what happened” or “why are you drinking on a Wednesday”. He knew something happened and you didn’t expect him to care enough to notice.

“Got stood up tonight. Felt like drinking was my best option.” Being stood up was one thing but having to tell others hurt in a whole different way. It was like admitting out loud that someone didn’t think you were good enough for their time.

While you were stuck in your own pity party, you missed the way his knuckles tightened on the steering wheel. Or the way his face hardened at the carefree way you explained what happened. He knew you were hurting but were too stubborn to admit it.

“Why do you even care?” He winced at your question, hoping you were too drunk to notice. The explanation was simple really. He had fallen for you the first day you met. He admired the way you held yourself, confident and sure of ever decision. You included everyone during a conversation. He swears it was the most he heard Bob talk at one time. And while you were quick to call him out on his bull shit, you never once talked down to him.

“Ever think I’m just a nice guy?” The snort that came after his question had him smiling.

“I think you are a guy who doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to. Which brings me back to my question. Why do you care enough to drive me home? You could’ve easily called a cab instead.” You had been trying to run all the possibilities in your head, but nothing made sense. The two of you avoided each other most of the time and the few interactions you had aren’t exactly pleasant.

But you also couldn’t help that this man could make you weak at the knees with a simple smile. There was something about the cockiness that drew you to him and you wanted to hate yourself for it. This was the guy who left his teammates hanging for his own gain. The one who would never admit to a mistake. But that still didn’t stop you from wondering if there was maybe more to him.

And his answer proved just that.

“That man today was stupid for ever letting you go. But I can’t help but thank God for giving me a chance to step in. Let me show you how a real man is supposed to treat a girl. Because you, Darlin, deserve the world.”

You were stunned into silence. Words like that weren’t supposed to come from him. He was supposed to be the villain in everyone’s story, but here he was shutting down all doubts you had about yourself tonight.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” His voice brought you out of your head, but you still didn’t know how to answer him. So, you blurted out, “Good lord I didn’t think I was that drunk.”

His laugh had you smiling along with him, and you were hoping that this wasn’t some messed up dream you were going to wake up from in the morning. “I’m not like all the other girls you take home.”

You heard him sigh and looked over to see him running a hand through his hair. It was weird to see him act nervous. The ever so cocky pilot had never shown an emotion he didn’t want to. Which made you wonder how much of an act he really put on around you all.

“I know that. I also know how different you are than most people in general. You make everyone around you a better person. The happiness and joy you bring with you pulls people in and I can’t get enough of it. I’ve tried all different ways to get your attention from day one, but you see right through it. I thought I would never get the chance at a moment like this, but seeing you alone at the bar damn near killed me.”

You thought over his words and asked, “Why not be real with me? That would’ve grabbed my attention. It did tonight.”

He pulled into my apartment complex and parked the truck, turning towards you in the process. “Because I didn’t think the real me would be good enough for you.”

It was in that moment you realized how wrong you were about this man. The insecurities he seemed to have about himself was mind blowing to you. From the outside looking in, he seemed like the perfect man who had it all together. But really, he only put on an act like he did.

“Thank you for getting me home safe.” You gave him a warm smile as you got out of the truck. Before you shut the door, you leaned your head in and said, “I’m free after training tomorrow.”

A/N: Thoughts? Comments? Thank you so much for reading! My inbox is always open to you all!

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lunaflowers · 8 months

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and now you're mine (yandere!kai)

pairing: yandere!kai x reader word count: 3.6k genre: smut, angst, yandere warnings: yandere behavior, extremely dubious consent, noona kink, piv, yn has issues, references to stalking, kind of switch leaning dom kai?, some pussy eating, drugging, obsession, mental manipulation, dirty talk, a bit of mommy kink, kidnapping, some degradation and name calling

synopsis: kai has finally got you right where he wants you a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member featured would either.

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It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Kai, you definitely were. His extraordinarily handsome face with those full lips and strong jawline combined with his perfect body would’ve made you swoon at any other time but right now you just weren’t in the headspace for it. You’d just been dumped by your long term boyfriend (after you’d caught him cheating) a few weeks ago and your friends had pressured you to go on this date to get you out of the funk you’d been in since then. You had always had terrible luck with men and you were honestly on the verge of giving up on the male sex altogether. “The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” your best friend had said, her best effort to convince you to meet Kai.

“Noona, what’s going on? Do you not feel well?” Kai looked at you concerned from across the table, his forehead kneaded and his lips in a slight pout. You must’ve zoned out while he was talking and you felt horrible as soon as you realised. You didn’t know Kai very well seeing as he was a co-worker of your friend’s but he seemed super sweet and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m just not feeling up for this. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. You’ve been wonderful. I’m just not ready to date again and I shouldn’t have let myself be pressured into this. I’ve wasted both of our time. I should leave.”

You waited for his reaction and to your surprise he didn’t look angry or annoyed like most men would. Instead he gave you a smile and replied, “It’s okay. I understand. How about we have one more drink and then I take you home?”

You were relieved at his words but truthfully, you didn’t want to stay for one more drink. You wanted to go home, get into bed, and maybe watch Netflix before passing out, but you felt like it was the least you could do for him for being so understanding.

As the waitress brought the two of you another rum and coke each, you eyed Kai up and down. You definitely would’ve been all for this if you weren’t so hung up on your ex. You sipped your drink and continued chatting pleasantly with Kai. It wasn’t until about half way through your last drink that you began to feel a little woozy. You rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Noona? What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay. I just probably shouldn’t have had that last drink. I really need to go now.” You tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness made you sit right back down again.

“It’s okay,” Kai said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll get you home.”

Kai got up and walked over to you. He gently helped you into a standing position. He had his arm around you and you were leaning almost your entire body weight on to him. He led you out of the bar and down the street.

“Kai,” you said, a bit sluggishly, “I live the other way.”

“I’m taking you to my place. It’s way nearer. Just until you sober up.”

You weren’t really in any type of position to argue so you allowed Kai to guide you to his apartment which was surprisingly close, just a few short minutes away. It was a walk up, above a shabby Thai restaurant and Kai had to carry you up the stairs. As soon as you got into his apartment, he sat you down on the couch. You were feeling worse than ever, not even able to take in the sparse surroundings, dizzy as well as sleepy.

Before you could say a word, Kai handed you a glass of water. You didn’t even know when he’d gotten it. “Drink up. This should help.”

You chugged half the glass of water down at once, feeling surprisingly thirsty as soon as he handed it to you. And he was right, drinking it did make you feel slightly better. “Thanks Kai. I really owe you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually such a lightweight.” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and he was wearing an unreadable expression on his face. You raised the glass of water to your lips again but Kai pulled it away from you, spilling some in the process.

“That’s enough,” Kai said, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Actually, noona, I’m kind of mad at you,” he said, to your surprise.

“What? Mad?”

“Yeah,” he set the half empty glass on the coffee table loudly. “I was really looking forward to tonight and you couldn’t even stop obsessing over that loser ex of yours long enough to give me a real shot.”

“I’m sorry?” You were completely baffled at what was coming out of his mouth. You wondered if you were maybe misunderstanding what he was saying. Why would he be acting like this?

“It was rude, noona. You were rude to me. I think you owe me a proper apology.”

Your head still felt heavy but you felt weirdly alert now. You knew that you were in an unsafe situation and all you wanted to do was get out of here. “I’m sorry, Kai. I should’ve been more respectful of your time. It was rude of me, like you said. I should leave now and not waste even more of your time. I’ll just call a cab and get out of here… Wait, where’s my phone?”

You looked around yourself and couldn’t find it. You couldn’t see your purse either. Had he taken them? Kai knelt down in front of you and grabbed your jaw gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Words mean nothing. You need to show me how sorry you are.” Kai said.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “How would I do that?”

“You’re a smart woman. I know you know what I want.” As he said this, his eyes wandered over your body and you felt utterly disgusted at the realisation that hit you.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Are you insane?”

“Noona,” Kai said with a sigh, “I’m not going to let you leave here until you give me what I want.”

Your anger got the better of you and you slapped him across the face but he barely flinched. You realised now that he must’ve put something in that last drink of yours so that you would end up here with him, unable to fight back. The lethargy from whatever he’d drugged you with had made it so you couldn’t even defend yourself.

The slap seemed to have amused him and annoyed him simultaneously. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you. “You know what your problem is, noona? You’re a snob.”

“No…” you tried to protest but Kai covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up.

“You are. You think you’re too good for me,” he said, almost sadly, his pout prominent. “Why? Is it because you make more money than me? Because I don’t live in a nice apartment like you? Because you’re older than me?”

He lifted his hand off your mouth and looked at you like he really wanted a response. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Kai, I swear. I’m just tired and want to go home.”

“Liar. And you’re not going home yet. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Not that you deserve it.”

“Stop it, Kai,” you protested, but he didn’t seem to care. He had already pushed his hand up your dress and underneath your panties. As he touched your cunt, you both gasped.

“Hairless,” he said, smirking. “See? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t want me. But it’s okay noona, I don’t mind if you don’t wax either.”

He was talking like a crazy person. You had no idea that Kai was like this and you were getting more frightened by each passing second.

You slapped him again and this time he pinned your hand down, looking at you with those doe eyes. “I don’t like that. Please don’t make me hurt you. I really, really don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?” He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, moving his way to your lips. You turned your head away and he grabbed you by the jaw again and forced a kiss on your mouth. Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them away. You didn’t want to show that kind of weakness in front of Kai.

“Don’t fight me,” he said gently. He had softened considerably from earlier as though he really was trying to keep you calm now. “Please.” He began pulling at your dress, trying to take it off.

“Noo… Please,” you begged, but your protests fell on deaf ears. Kai was so singularly determined to have you it seemed that there was nothing that you could do or say that was going to stop him. It was exhausting. You didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was just too big and too strong and you were so tired. It was just so much easier to surrender to his will. You let him pull off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties sprawled out on his couch.

Kai looked you up and down and whistled, his lopsided smile coming over his features. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He leaned down and kissed you again on the lips, more passionately this time, and you didn’t resist him. Despite your reservations, Kai was an excellent kisser and it felt good to be kissed again, to be desired again. You kissed him back automatically.

“Just be gentle with me, okay?” You said, as he broke the kiss.

He looked at you with eyes that were full of lust and you felt yourself clench involuntarily. Kai was undeniably sexy and as much as you hated yourself for it, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. The panties you were wearing were white cotton, certainly not your sexiest, but they were already soaked through to the point that Kai could see your pussy.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants and it was all he could do not to devour you then and there. He’d been fantasising about this moment for so long, stroking his cock as he did so. Now that you were really here, almost naked underneath him, he thought he was going to burst. He knew he needed to calm down before he entered you. The idea of cumming his pants now that he was finally going to have you would be too humiliating to bear. Besides, he’d promised he’d make you feel good.

Kai took a few breaths, trying to think neutral thoughts while unhooking your bra and taking it off. He thought of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning, about washing the dishes and putting them away, anything other than how fucking delicious you looked right now. Slowly, he pulled down your panties, savouring the moment your cunt was truly revealed to him.

As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to taste you. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He threw your panties to the ground and held your legs open. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto your cunt, giving your clit a lick. You squirmed as he did this but his grip on your legs kept them wide open.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Here, taste.” He kissed you on the mouth so you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. It was so erotic, tasting yourself mixed with his saliva. Kai made his way down your neck and to your breasts, biting and sucking on the way, being sure to leave marks. When he got to your nipple, he drew a circle on it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it as well. As his teeth grazed your areola, you yelped in pain but he didn’t stop. He bit it, just hard enough for you to yelp again.

“Kai… That hurts…” you moaned out.

“But you like it,” he smirked.

You did. Kai knew you more than you thought he could and you weren’t sure if you were alarmed or aroused by the thought of it.

“I need to fuck you now, noona,” Kai said suddenly, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took off his shirt to reveal his perfectly chiselled body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip a little. Fuck, he was sexy. He stood up to pull off his pants and underwear, and you admired his gorgeous body. Why did you have to find him so damn attractive?

He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He was already rock hard but was getting himself ready for you. He knelt down between your legs and used his cock to tease your pussy lips, savouring the feel of the wetness on his tip.

“You want me to put it in?” He asked, making eye contact with you. He wanted you to want it, to beg for it, even.

“Yes please, Kai,” you replied, spreading your legs open further to his delight. “I want your cock so bad. Please put it in.”

He grinned as pushed himself into you slowly, eliciting a moan from you both. God, he just felt so good filling you up. Hearing you moan with pleasure from something he was doing almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot but he was able to hold firm, closing his eyes and going through the inane motions of his day again. He began moving within you, slowly, hoping to build up a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him.

“Feels good,” you moaned. Kai just felt so in tune with your body in a way that no one had ever been before, certainly not your ex.

“Yeah, you like it?” He asked, continuing to fuck you while he kissed your jawline. “You’re such a greedy fucking girl, noona…”

You giggled and put your hand in Kai’s hair, grabbing and tugging it a little so that he looked up at you. “You better make me cum tonight or you’re never going to get to fuck me again, baby.”

He raised his eyebrows at your challenge. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard. You’re literally gushing for me. You want me as much as I want you.” He used one hand to reach down and slowly begin playing with your clit, causing you to gasp. “I own this pussy already.”

You moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding away inside you while his fingers were on your sweet spot was enough to almost push you over the edge. Kai, seemingly sensing this, stopped his ministrations, holding himself still.

“Kai!” You exclaimed, half frustrated and half amused. “I was close.”

“No way, noona. You can’t make it that easy for me.” He pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the couch, his back against the sofa cushions. “Get on top of me. I’m gonna make you work to cum.”

Annoyed, you did as he said. Straddling him, you took his length in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. This time it was your turn to tease him, lowering yourself onto him halfway and clenching. Kai grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, while thrusting his own hips up into you. He looked almost irritated. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he said. It was jarring how he seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are… My slut,” he added.

You reached down and grabbed his shoulders for purchase. You bounced on his cock while he grabbed your ass. “Yes Kai, I’m your slut,” you whined out breathlessly. As crazy as it sounded after everything that had happened that night, you wanted to be his, to be owned by him. Being with him felt right and safe. He grabbed you and kissed you again and you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right. Mine. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love being your slut, Kai…” you moaned.

“And I’m the best you’ve ever had, right? You’ve never been fucked so good before, have you?”

“Never.”

You could feel your orgasm getting closer and it was making you desperate, you babbled incoherently about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved getting fucked by him, how you wanted him to own your body. “I’m gonna cum, Kai, please, please let me cum this time.”

“Of course, noona, you’ve been such a good girl,” Kai replied. “Cum for me,” he said, nipping at your jawline while fingering your clit.

It only took a few seconds to push you over the edge. The orgasm wracked your entire body as you let out an,”Oh my god, Kai!”

Watching you cum for him, and on him, felt like it was going to make him crazy. He used his strength to keep fucking up into you even as you came down from your orgasm. He was going to cum and he wanted to, no, he had to, do it inside you. He would ask your permission, but it didn’t matter what you said, he knew he was going to do it anyway.

“Noona… I’m gonna cum too… Won’t you let me cum inside your pretty pussy? Please?”

You panicked a little. You weren’t on any type of birth control and you knew that you were due your period in about two weeks, so it was likely a dangerous time for this.

“No, Kai… It’s not safe… Not tonight. Next time,” you replied gently, trying to climb up off his cock but he held you on to it firmly.

“Please, noona,” he said, his voice coming out with a whine. “Please… I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? I made you feel good, right? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, mommy?”

Mommy. No one had ever called you that before. You hadn’t expected it, but the use of that word did something to you. You felt yourself clench.

“Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy,” you relented, grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. You whispered into his ear, “Cum inside mommy.”

With that Kai flipped you on your back while you were still on his cock. He was on top of you now and he sped his pace up, releasing himself inside you with a groan. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.

After a few seconds, the two of you readjusted yourselves on the couch so that Kai was laying flat on his back on the couch while you were laying on your side beside him, half on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart pounding inside of it.

“You know what this means, right?” Kai said, running a hand in your hair.

“Mmm? What does it mean, baby?” You were on the verge of falling asleep at that moment but you forced yourself to stay awake.

“You belong to me now. No one else can touch you ever again.”

“Is that right?” You asked with a sleepy giggle. “And what if I don’t agree to this?” You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He shrugged. “It’s not really up to you.”

“So what? You make my decisions for me now?”

Kai smirked but said nothing, kissing you on the forehead.

You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. To be honest, you were exhausted and what he was proposing didn’t sound so bad at the moment. It would be nice to be able to not think and put all your responsibilities on Kai.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. Kai slipped out from underneath you, careful not to wake you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to his small bedroom where he put you down on his bed. He smiled to himself at how deep a sleeper you were, you hadn’t moved a muscle when he moved you. He covered you in a blanket and planted a kiss on your cheek before putting on some pajama bottoms and making his way on to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Everything had gone perfectly tonight and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You were his, you hadn’t even argued. All those months of watching you and waiting, convincing your friend to set the two of you up had finally paid off. Tomorrow he’d take you to a secluded house in the forest where he could truly keep you all to himself. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else and he didn’t want anyone else to look at you either. Everything was set up there, the locks on the doors and windows so you couldn’t escape even if you decided you had regrets.

Kai put his cigarette out and tossed it over the balcony. He watched it flicker for a few seconds on the cement below before dying completely, excitedly thinking about what the next day would bring.

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eddiesxangel · 8 months

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I Do Believe in Fairies | Eddie Munson meet cute

Cw: HALLOWEEN TIME Eddie x tinkerbell reader. Mentions of anxiety, drinking but mostly fluffy fluff and a teensy bit of blood

As you walked into the dimly lit room at the back of the restaurant your anxiety flourished. Your boss was hosting her annual Halloween party and you came alone because your work friends were meeting you there. They had planned a group costume but you didn’t have time to go shopping so you settled on your usual, Tinkerbell.

As you scanned the room for your friends, you noticed that you hadn’t seen anyone out of costume, even the bar staff were dressed as mad scientist, so that settled your nerves. You always were weird about showing up places over dressed or worried you would bring more attention to yourself than needed. To say you did not like to stand out from the crowd was an understatement.

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The night surprisingly has been going well, no embarrassing qualms like your wings getting stuck on someone’s face, or you tripping over your heels. Your boss was in a great mood and your mood had lifted once your friends arrived and a few drinks had been consumed.

A few hours into the party you were chatting with your friends before they quickly excused themselves to get more food. You turned around because you didn’t know what to do while waiting and an unfamiliar but handsome face makes his way to you.

"Hi, I’m Eddie" He smiles.

“Hi, I’m Tinkerbell” you giggle

“The Tinkerbell? No way” he raises his hand to his heart and pretends to stumble back. You noticed his fingers were adorned with silver metal rings.

“What are you supposed to be? Some kind of server?” You giggled flicking his black apron wrapped around his waist that held a notepad and pen sticking out of the pocket.

He was wearing a black button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black dress pants and shoes, and of course, the black apron tied around his waist. His hair was pulled back into a low bun and he had the biggest brown eyes you'd ever seen.

“Uh-yea? So can I get you anything? Another champagne?” He smirked.

“Very committed to the role I see” you state as a matter of factly, twirling your empty glass.

"Another champagne coming right up" Eddie gives you a wink and walks away.

“Hey, I’ve never seen him before? He in marketing or something?” Your friend dressed as Daphne from Scooby Doo comes back and hands you a bread roll.

“I don’t know, never seen him before but he’s so cute” you whisper back.

A few minutes later Eddie returns with your drink

“One champagne for Tink” You quickly turn your shoulders and see Eddie but your wings knock the glass right out of his grip.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You quickly squat as much as your tiny green dress and heels will let you so you can pick up the bigger pieces of glass.

“Do you know where the staff are? I haven’t seen anyone all night, we need a mop and a broom” you look around frantically holding broken glass in your hands.

“It’s okay, Tinkerbell. I’ll be right back, don’t move” Eddie ran off to the back to grab the broom from the supply closet and a paper bag from the kitchen, and you continue to pick up the prices of glass.

When he returned you were holding your thumb bouncing up and down like you had cut yourself.

“Fuck” you whispered under your breath. You cut your thumb.

“Here” You look up to see Eddie holding out a bag to put the glass into and a broom in the other.

“How did you find this? Why didn’t you find someone that works here? Won’t you get in trouble?” you we’re rambling and your thumb was in pain.

“Sweetheart I work here” he takes your hand to examine your thumb.

“What? But you-” he gently took your wrist and weaved you through the sea of monsters, witches and mummies until you got to a door that said Staff Only

“Am I allowed back here? I don’t want to get you in trouble?” you worried.

“Calm down Tink, my middle name is Trouble. Let me help you” he was so calm and collected. Being near him made you feel calm yet anxious at the same time.

“I’m sorry I thought you were in a costume...” You shake your head as he closes the door behind you.

The single washroom was very quiet, much more intimate than the loud boisterous party room.

You turned to face him, you notice the lighting was better. Here you could make out his features compared to the dim party room. His face was clean-shaven, although a 5'oclock shadow was forming, his jaw was sharp and his lips were full. You were so caught up admiring his face that you hadn't realized he was now standing beside you at the sink.

“Don’t sweat it babe” he smirked turning on the faucet and guided your hand under the water. You winced at the cold water hitting your open skin and Eddie apologized. He grabbed some paper towel and you wiped your wound as he unwrapped a bandaid.

“Thumb” he asked and you stuck it out like you were giving him a thumbs up. He wraps your thumb with concentration, his tongue peeking out as his eyes focus on your finger. He unexpectedly kisses it “there good as new”

“So how do I get in contact with your boss to let them know about the excellent customer service?” You awkwardly giggle.

“Shit I’m sorry, you’re uh, you’re just really cute and I don’t know what came over me” he took a step back.

“I think you’re cute too” you look down bashfully

Eddie sighed with relief.

“Why don't you give me your number so I can ask you out on a proper date?" He smirks.

You pass him your phone so he can enter in his contact info.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Come in Ed we are drowning out here, get her number already and let’s go” his friend yells. Eddie passes you back your phone and swings open the door. His friend Gareth was standing in the other side dresses as a pirate.

“Jesus Christ man we’re on the clock” the one eyed pirate whispers under his breath

“It wasn’t like that man, she cut her thumb and I wa-” you didn’t hear the rest because they both walked further away.

You chased after them out of the staff bathroom not wanting to get into trouble and made your way back to the party

“Where did you sneak off too? Your friend dressed as Shaggy wiggled his brows at you.

“Oh uh cut my hand in the broken glass” you lift up your hand to show them your bandaid clad thumb.

“Yea you cut your thumb” he air quotes and laughs.

You playfully roll your eyes and your phone chimes so you glance at it.

Lost boy: Hey Tink, sorry I had to run off. Got kidnapped by the evil pirates. Hopefully you’ll be able to save me with that magical fairy dust and find me after my shift. 😉

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milfgyuu · 9 months

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Satellite Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader Series: Svt x Harry’s House Tags: 3.1k, Complicated Lovers, Angst, Comfort. Warnings: Rated PG-13. Mostly angst in this piece, mc is a hot mess (non-descript familial, health, financial issues) and highly self-critical, brief nudity but no explicit content. Summary: Wonwoo is tending the bar on a stormy summer evening when you walk back into his life and though he’s been patiently allowing you the space to work things out on your own - he’s not sure he can watch you walk right back out that door again.

The bar is quiet today and Wonwoo could not be happier to spend his time cleaning glasses, restocking, and watching the rain outside the tall glass windows.

It had been pouring all afternoon and well into the evening which either drove folks inside or kept them home and today seemed to be the latter. The few patrons he had were easy keepers and so he minded his workspace - meticulously scrubbing and polishing.

Something to keep his hands busy to pass the time.

A sudden rush of sound enters the quiet space signifying another arrival. Wonwoo glances up with a generic greeting on his tongue but quickly notices you’ve come without an umbrella and are soaked to the bone. That much he can tell even as you’re facing away, cursing at your reflection in the door so instead of waiting, he takes off to the supply closet to search of a few handtowels to dry yourself a bit.

The tiny room is a mess, of course, but he manages to find a few clean towels and vows to restructure this dysfunctional system another day.

He almost walks right past you, having found the corner seat far from everyone else, but there is a slight sniffle and he turns on heels to follow the sound finding his mystery patron shivering and dripping water onto his clean bartop. His words fail him at the sight because it’s a rather pitiful one.

Your suit jacket is soaked through, your hair is slick and dripping from the ends, and your chin is tucked in defeat like you’ve been dealt a poor hand over and over and this is just the final straw. Like all of the fire and fight you had left had been smothered once and for all. He takes a tentative step forward and then you raise your head. Meeting his eyes, he’s now convinced require another exam, he is sure there is no way you’re looking back at him.

Your name is heard through a whisper of disbelief and your shoulders hike up, spine going ramrod straight. Of all the bars, restaurants, and cafes along this street surely you could have chosen somewhere know one would recognize you but instead you look back at the one person you hadn’t ever been able to fool. The one person you could not hide the truth from no matter how hard you tried.

Someone you ran from if only to save him from the disaster that is you.

“Wonwoo,” you quickly clear your throat and throw on a fake smile, “Hi.”

Its been four months since you disappeared and yet he doesn’t appear enraged or flood you with questions even though all you offer is ‘Hi’. He doesn’t bring up the fight that you started and subsequently walked out on the last night you were together. The night you finally realized you had to let him go before you hurt him anymore than you already have.

He instead pushes the towels into your hands and sputters his thoughts allowed, “I think I’ve got a towel and extra clothes in my gym bag in the car…give me a min-”

Wonwoo looks down at the hand suddenly clasped over his for a moment and then up at your soft stare. “It’s okay, really, you don’t need to do that for me.”

His brows furrow because of course he does and he will but again, you squeeze his hand. “Wonwoo,” you repeat slowly and it aches just to say his name again, “Don’t worry about it. Its okay.”

Wonwoo bites his lip and concedes, as usual. He slips his hand from your grip slowly, “Let me get you a drink at least.”

You nod and he doesn’t ask what you want, he already knows.

The shame that’s always sat heavily in your gut eats away at you as you watch him pour. A man that you’ve so selfishly loved since the moment you met him, Wonwoo has picked you up and put you back to together too many times to look at him now without the guilt of everything you’ve put him through threatening to tear you apart.

He sets the glass down and slides it across the bar toward you. Pulling it into your grip weakly, you just look down at the liquid with regret.

Wonwoo misreads the action and fusses with his glasses. “I probably should have asked what you wanted. I’m sorry I assum-”

“No! This is good!” you reassure him, taking a hardy sip from the glass - hardly wincing at the burn in your throat. Nothing is more painful than lying to him. “Everything is…good. I’m really happy to see you! You’ve obviously left the old bar near campus.”

He rests a hand on the counter, settling against it. “Not really my scene anymore.”

“Of course not,” you smile softly, shrugging out of your wet coat.

This place is so perfectly Wonwoo. It’s quiet and warm - comforting.

Wonwoo is frowning when you settle back into your seat and look up at him. You know its because you’re a wreck and your hand automatically reaches for your drink, downing another unsavory gulp to deal with your inherent urge to let him take care of you. The heat remains in your throat this time and makes speaking nearly unbearable.

“How, um…how have you been?” you try. Its better to focus on him.

Wonwoo just shrugs though. “I don’t do much - you know me. I come to work and I go home. Not much keeping me busy these days.”

You’re not sure how to take that last bit but his face is open and honest as always. No underlying accusations even though you know how ‘busy’ you kept him. Running to him first with every problem in your life, hanging onto him for support like a lifeline, slowly sinking him like a sailor on a ship with too many holes in the hull to patch.

Taking and taking and taking with nothing to give in return.

You muster some sort of wry smile though it feels like a grimace. “Sounds peaceful.”

“Maybe,” he glances down, “It’s a little too quiet for me though.”

Just then the door opens and both your eyes flit in the direction of the incoming patrons.

Wonwoo hesitates for a moment like he knows how easily you could disappear again but you encourage him, grip tight on your glass, and whisper, “Its ok, go.”

Still he lingers for a moment and then walks to the other side of the bar.

You watch him, weary of being caught, but its so good to see him - to be near him.

It feels greedy to take in the sight of him, to think about how much you’ve missed Wonwoo because you know you can’t think about it without breaking down and it’s your fault in the first place. You left him, not the other way around.

You miss his gentle hands and soothing voice. You miss the way he’d hug you and hold you for however long you needed and then some. You miss the way he made all the big things in life seem so very small and powerless when they loomed over you.

Wonwoo was…love, and warmth, and shelter from the storm but one day you realized you were the storm and coudn’t bear to keep dragging him through the muddied path you followed. Life was cruel but to hold onto Wonwoo was crueler.

Across the bar, Wonwoo notices the way you’re staring down at the counter, swirling the contents of your drink without really touching it. He can feel your anguish like a knife in his chest, he always could, but it twists painfully knowing you won’t let him help.

Boundaries. That’s what tethers him. Ones you put in place and held the line so furiociously he hadn’t dare crossed it in fear of losing you for once and all.

Instead he hovers like a satellite in your universe waiting for you to let him back in the way you both so desperately need. However long it may take. Months…years…he doesn’t care. He will wait right here for you forever.

He just hopes and prays it comes sooner than later. Neither of you seem to fair well without the other.

A loud crack of thunder rumbles through the bar and Wonwoo is thankful for the ongoing storm that drove you inside, hoping it might keep you here longer.

Unfortunately, it brings in more of a crowd than he’d been expectating and it left him running around cleaning and serving drinks instead of talking to you but he’s always watching - waiting for you to run.

You don’t though and Wonwoo’s ache eases a little at your close proximity. At the fact that you’re only a few feet away. Safe, he thinks. You’re safe while you’re in here with him, even if you offer nothing more than false smiles and small talk. Here he can make you laugh and tell its genuine. Here he can care for you in the only way you’ll let him - in only the ways you deem safe, for him.

Shortly after two drinks, you switched to something non-alcoholic and with the storm raging on outside, you stayed put long enough to mostly dry your clothes and sober right back up. Even liquor couldn’t quite keep a hold on you.

You keep yourself busy either quietly conversing with Wonwoo when he was free or watching him work when he’s busy. Mentally catalogging each image of him, every word spoken in his deep, familiar voice. Filing it away for the inevitable plummet when you leave him again.

Nearly eleven o’clock you notice people filing out of the bar, back into the rain. Each minute passes and more people gather up and head out until you’re alone, glancing around like someone else might be lingering much like you are.

Wonwoo dutifully wipes down all the tables and says goodnight to his co-worker, letting him know he can close up by himself at this point and panic floods your viens. You quickly gather your things and Wonwoo turns to you curiously. Seeing your bag strap looped over your shoulder, his heart drops.

“You can stay,” he says quickly emptying his hands, “It’ll just take me a few minutes to lock up and it’s pouring still.”

You smile sadly, shaking your head. “Don’t worry about me,” you urge, putting more space between you, “It was good to see you.”

“Wait,” he attempts to maneuver the counter but you’re so close to the door, “When can I see you again?”

You grip the door handle so tightly it cuts into your hand.

“I don’t…I don’t know. This wasn’t…seeing you tonight wasn’t supposed to happen.”

You quickly glance down at the floor, the pain in his face so open and obvious.

“At least let me drive you home,” he pleads but each step closer has you wrenching the door open, “Please, I just want to make sure you make it home safely.”

You can’t. You cannot even look at him.

You don’t even have a home right now and he doesn’t need to know that. He needs to stay here and forget about you. “I can take the bus,” you argue, “I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine, Wonwoo.”

You’re a liar and a coward.

Wonwoo looks helpless when you take a step out of the door and he can only whisper another desperate, “Please,” before you look back at him.

“Goodbye, Wonwoo.”

And you’re gone.

Hot tears streak down your face as you battle the onslaught of rain, thick droplets pelting your body as you run across the street. The bus stop is still a little ways away but you slow your steps, using the rain as camouflage to let yourself fall apart. There isn’t a soul on the streets and you let the emptiness swallow you whole until your knees are buckling, threatening to sink you into a puddle and let you drown.

Thats when you hear it.

A voice in the distance, strained and restless, calling out your name.

You turn to find Wonwoo running after you and another choked sob falls from your lips as you call back to him. “What are you doing?!”

Like a magnetic force, you close the distance between you and he grabs both your arms, dragging you against his chest. “Don’t leave again,” he shouts over the volume of the storm and adrenaline thumping in your ears, “Don’t walk away from me, please.”

Sorrow grips your heart in a vice, squeezing the last bits of light from you.

“You should be the one walking away from me! Don’t you get it?!”

You grit your teeth so angry at the way emotion chops your words up when you’re begging him to understand. “I’m like poison, Wonwoo! My life is misery, and pain, and endless fucking disaster! Why can’t you see that? Why would you want me? I’m a broken, angry, selfish person. Why won’t you let me save you from me?!”

The last sentence hardly makes it out because Wonwoo’s lips crash against yours. He kisses you tenderly but with a firmness that tells you he won’t go. He won’t leave and let you crash and burn on your own. Cold, wet hands cradle your face, so gently, and make their way down to your shoulders and the middle of your back, anything he can do to keep you anchored right here in his arms.

He kisses you in the rain for what feels like forever and you chase him when he pulls away for air because you’ve spiraled so far out of control you’re not sure how to bring yourself back to reality. You’re easily reconnected because he doesn’t care that its pouring and you’re both drenched. He doesn’t care that he’ll probably be sick tomorrow because he’s needed this, needed you, for so long now.

You tremble under his touch, fingers gripping and twisting into his shirt, holding him close.

With his forehead rested against yours, he tries to shield you from the rain.

“Come back inside with me,” he pants, “We’re going home.”

You try to shake your head, pleading with him to let you go but he tightens his grip and stares back at you. “I’m not asking anymore,” he says resolutely, “I love you and we’re going back home, together.”

A fresh sob springs from your throat at the memory of home.

He moves slowly as he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and begins pulling you back toward the bar. You follow him, no energy or willpower to pull your hand from his and do the right thing. To spare him from inevitable heartbreak.

Wonwoo doesn’t let go of you once as he pulls you back inside, locking the front doors behind you. You follow him in silence as he flicks off lights and leads you out the back door, still working with only one hand to lock up and then he’s opening the passenger door to his car and you’re slipping inside.

When he gets into the driver’s seat, he turns on the heat and then takes your hand again, holding it the entire fifteen minute drive back to his apartment.

What was once also your apartment.

Pushing inside the front door, you notice it looks exactly the same. As if time froze the moment you walked out and only the sound of the door shutting and locking behind you allowed it to resume.

Wonwoo stands behind you, waiting for you to move or speak but when you can’t seem to do either, he takes your hand and you look up at him - conflicting emotions so evident on your face - and he guides you back into the bedroom and adjoining bathroom to start the shower because you’re both still soaked and you haven’t stopped shaking.

“Come on,” he urges gently, “Let’s warm you up.”

Numb physically and emotionally, you don’t react when Wonwoo carefully begins removing your clothing and his, tossing them into the corner. He sticks his hand under the water and adjusts the temperature before walking you inside closest to the spray. You stand there motionless, staring at a spot over his shoulder as he reaches up to wash your hair quietly.

Everything is fuzzy and out of focus until your vision shifts to find a small freckle on his collarbones and it’s then that you finally speak. “Aren’t you tired of this?”

It’s not a question about his physical state and he knows this. He knows what you mean.

‘Aren’t you tired of me?’

Wonwoo hums to himself, shaking his head and rinsing soap from your shoulders as he looks down at you. “Aren’t you, though?” he asks, stroking his thumbs against your skin, “The weight you’re trying to carry alone is crushing you - I know you’re exhausted.”

You are exhausted in every way, shape, and form.

Your familial trauma and responsibilities, your failing career, your health, and the endless debt that keeps growing with each day - it’s killing you.

With another crackling sob, you fall against his chest, wrapping your arms around his bare torso until your fingernails dig into the soft skin of his back slightly. He tucks you in closer, bracing your trembling body against his own with one hand cradling the back of your head and the other rubbing your back as the showerhead continues warming you both.

“Allowing me to shoulder a little bit of your burdens will not hurt me,” he says softly, “I am tired of silence. I am tired of going to sleep and waking up in an empty bed. I am tired of watching you struggle to do it all alone with a fake smile to hide your pain but I am never tired of you.”

“Look at me,” he says after a moment and you pull yourself off his chest to meet his gentle eyes. “I’ve been waiting every single day of the last four months for you to come home. You told me to give you space and I’ve done all I can to stay and be patient, wait for you to finally let me in, but I am terrified that day may never come.”

“Wonwoo…”

He presses your foreheads together and lets out a shaky breath.

“I am begging,” he whispers painfully, “Let me love you. Let me help you.”

“Please.”

“I’m sorry,” you kiss him, “I’m so sorry for leaving.”

“I know,” he whispers back, kissing your lips and then the space between your eyes, “Just stay with me, okay? Come home and we’ll get through it together.”

Wonwoo has never once lied to you and you’re nodding before you can even form words but that’s all he needs as reassurance that in in the very least, you won’t slip from his arms and disapear in the middle of the night. He’d hold onto you until the sun rose and if you told him you weren’t ready, he’d wait but he hopes you’ll stay.

Forever and a day could go by and he’d still be waiting for you.

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Connor MacManus X FemReader

Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over.

With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.

You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.

“Connor,” you yawned.

“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.

“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”

“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.

“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.

“S’rry.”

Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.

“Connor,” you squeaked.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.

You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.

One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.

“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.

“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.

“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”

“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer.

Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.

“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.

“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.

You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”

You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Long Time Coming, Jax Teller

Word Count: 2k~

When you see the man you’ve been with for the past year out with another woman, you get angry. You get upset; that’s normal. However, as of right now, I don’t feel any of that. When I first caught the familiar hair and equally familiar body outside a bar, I didn’t think much of it. I had gone out to dinner with my friends after work, so he was free to do whatever he wanted. However, I wasn’t expecting to see him when I got in my car after dinner; the bar he stood outside being right next to the restaurant I just left. Like I said, he was free to do whatever he wanted, but that didn’t mean he could make out with another woman when he thought I wouldn’t find out.

I felt anger rush through me the instant I saw it, red taking over my vision, but as the seconds passed, I started planning in my head. We didn’t live together, but in the year we were together, some of his stuff ended up at my place - including his laptop and other valuable things. That didn’t matter though; it was all going by the curb as soon as I got back to my apartment.

Once I walk into my house, I change out of my work clothes and into shorts and a tank top before heading to the kitchen and pouring myself a shot of whiskey from a bottle I was saving to enjoy with him. With my speakers turned on, I begin ridding my home of any trace of him. As sad as it sounds, I knew the romance had been dead for a while - we never even had sex as he “didn’t feel quite up to it.” My friends always told me I deserved someone better as it seemed like we were only tolerating the relationship, neither of us wanting to actually end it. However, my closest friend, Jax, was probably the biggest advocate for me to leave him. It didn’t help that his family would also tell me I deserved better as I always had a close relationship with Jax’s mom and the club. Jax always told me he never liked the man, but I blamed that on me and Jax always being stuck at the hip since we were kids; now I see Jax was right, and he was a dirtbag.

After packing the third box full of my now-ex’s shit, I pour myself my fifth or sixth shot and focus on emptying my fridge and pantry of anything that only he eats. I don’t even put it in a bag for him to get later; it’s all going directly in the trash can. Just like the rest of his stuff that’s waiting by the front door for me to take out to the curb.

I’m not sure if it’s the liquor I’ve been drinking or the growing irritation from finding little things of his around my place, but I feel like I might be going a little overboard. I just can’t get the image of him kissing that other woman out of my head. I was supposed to be the only woman he kissed, but in all actuality, we didn’t have a real kiss in what felt like months. Like I said, I knew the relationship was going downhill, but now that I feel so much resentment and barely any heartbreak for him, I have no idea how we were still together until now.

A slight rumbling sound disrupts me from my thoughts, causing my head to poke up from the fridge. A few seconds pass before I end up brushing it off and focusing on my music as I throw the last frozen dinner of his in the trash. Despite this, a loud knock sounding against my front door makes me poke my head out of my fridge once more and over to my entryway. It feels as if my heart and stomach drop as my head begins racing with thoughts of my ex being at my door. I’m calling him my ex even though he doesn’t know he’s now my ex, but if it is him at my door, then he’ll know when he sees his belongings ready for him. Although, that’s not what I’m worried about. I still have no idea how I’m even going to confront him over me catching him making out with another person.

Pausing my music, I head over to my front door before looking out the peephole, only to see my favorite person. Immediately unlatching the lock, I open my door to greet Jax with a grin. “Hi!” I say to him, my previous shots influencing my sudden excitement over my best friend coming over.

Jax only gives me a confused smirk before nodding at me. “You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” He asks, receiving a nod back from me. “But you’re here by yourself?” His question unintentionally stings, instantly reminding me of why I decided to open up that bottle anyways.

Seeing me shrink into myself a little, Jax seemingly picks up on my sullen mood as barely another second passes before he’s stepping into my apartment with a worried look on his face. “Baby? What’s wrong?” He asks, making my stomach churn at him calling me the nickname he’s called me since we were little. I knew as a teenager that I was in love with my childhood best friend, but now that I’m an adult, I’ve had to push those feelings away. He hasn’t given me any hint of him reciprocating my feelings as things between us have always remained the same. Jax and I are still best friends all these years later, and only best friends.

I can feel my face begin to drop at the heartbreak, but not from my recent breakup. “I broke up with Josh,” I decide to tell Jax, looking away from Jax’s blue eyes and over to the boxes by the front door. Most of them are just random things he left over here with the rest being a few pieces of his clothes. After all, he only stayed the night a few times, which was odd now that I think about it. Most people stay over at their significant other’s place, right?

Before I can think anymore about my stupid ex, I watch Jax turn his head to look over at them with me, the gears slowly turning in his head as he looks back at me shortly afterward. “Darlin’,” he murmurs, taking another step forward to cup my face in one hand while the other rests against my waist. Once again, the line between us as friends and lovers is questioned, but I can almost guarantee nothing has been changed. “Don’t tell me you’ve been upset over that asshole.”

Jax’s words make me smile before I ultimately end up laughing, leaving Jax to slide his hand on my face down to match his other hand on my waist. He simply holds me as I get lost in my giggles with him eventually joining in out of slight confusion.

“You know, I was a little hurt at first,” I admit to Jax, looking down at the floor as my arms hang around his neck. “But after a few seconds, I just snapped out of it and came home to get rid of his shit… I caught him cheating, Jax,” I reveal to him, his grip on me going stiff as he listens to every word that leaves my mouth. “I went to dinner with the girls at work and saw him kissing another girl when I went outside to leave,” leaning my head against his chest, I let out a sigh as Jax continues holding me, his grip never ceasing. “I just want everything of his out.”

A few seconds of calm silence pass between us before Jax does something that surprises me. He kisses the top of my head. “I’m sorry, baby. You don’t deserve that,” He tells me, his words settling deep within my chest. I really wish I wouldn’t have opened that bottle now because sober me would’ve already been freaking out over my current predicament, but then again, maybe that’s a good thing.

“Then what do I deserve, Jax?” I question him, leaning my head up to look at him. From this angle, my eyes trail up his blonde chin to his ocean-like eyes as they stare back at me, a bit darker than before. I go to question this until I see his vision fall to my lips, and as if a switch were flipped, I take the hint.

Just as I begin to lean up, Jax meets me in the middle and places his soft lips against mine in one of the best kisses I’ve ever had. All of the made up scenarios I had in my head as a teenager are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. The way his hands grab at me, effortlessly pulling me closer to him makes me hold onto him for dear life as his lips continue their assault on mine.

Chests heaving, we reluctantly pull away as panted breaths fall from out from our parted lips. “Is that what I deserve?” I can’t help but ask Jax, my eyes watching as his face shifts from bliss to that of utter happiness.

“And so much more,” Jax utters, still breathless as he presses another kiss to my lips. “More than that guy could ever give you, baby girl,” at the same time Jax says this, one of Jax’s hands slides away from my waist and up to my face where he brushes my hair away from my face. “Why don’t you just go get ready for bed, hm? I’ll take all his shit out.”

A grin breaks out across my face at his words. “Thank you, baby.”

“Of course,” Jax murmurs back, biting his smirking lip as his eyes stay trained on my form disappearing into the hallway. However, just as I turn the corner, I hide behind the wall and wait a second before turning to watch Jax. Just as I do this, I see him walk out my front door with one of the boxes before kicking it across the street, its contents flying out as he does so. I hold back my laughter at this, and instead, I choose to wander into my room and wait for Jax to join me once he’s done taking care of my ex’s stuff.

It doesn’t take him long to come into my room before stripping down to his boxers and climbing into bed with me. As soon as he does so, his arms find their way around me and pull me close, keeping me warm against his chest. For a few moments, the silence around us is very calming and relaxing, like everything is where it belongs - including us.

“I always hated that jerkoff,” Jax murmurs, causing me to let out a small laugh. Of course he’d be the one to break the silence.

“I could tell,” I murmur back, looking up from his bare chest. His beautiful eyes greet mine instantly, and I can’t help but feel lost in them. “You made it pretty obvious.”

Jax stares back at me, almost gawking. “Then why didn’t you break up with him?” He asks, earning a knowing look back from me. “Okay, I know I should’ve made a move sooner, but baby, I hated seeing him anywhere near you.”

Seeing him nervously explain himself to me, I teasingly smile as my eyes squint. “Jackson Teller,” I say his name, slowly, “was that jealousy I just heard leave your lips?”

At my question, Jax simply smirks before leaning down and pressing our lips together once more like earlier. “What can I say?” He simply whispers, his face mere centimeters from mine. “You’ve always been my girl… I’ve just been too much of a pussy to do anything about it,” this time, I’m the one that connects our lips, Jax pulling away with a soft sigh as soon as the kiss is over, his eyes wandering down my form. “I’m lucky. So damn lucky.”

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Wanting a Crosshair request? I gotchu! How about:

Fake dating prompt: “Hey they’re offering free drinks to couples on Valentine’s Day.” “Grab your coat, let’s go”

this is a modern au and i had so much fun with it!! i hope you enjoy :)

words: 705

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Valentines Day never held much significance for you, and even when you were in the occasional relationship, it always felt too ostentatious and overstated. So you were perfectly content this year to spend the holiday laying on the couch, flipping through channels on your TV and ordering a heart-shaped pizza for you to eat all by yourself.

Your roommate happened to be home as well, and he sat at the kitchen table while you scrolled through your phone, trying to decide which restaurant you wanted to order the aforementioned pizza from. “We should go to 79’s,” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

You picked your head up and looked at him. “The bar? Why?”

“They’re offering free drinks to couples on Valentine’s Day.”

“Do we both suddenly have significant others I don’t know about?” you asked, a puzzled look on your face.

He rolled his eyes. “No, you di’kut, we’ll pretend to be a couple.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Did the part about free drinks escape you somehow?”

“There’s definitely going to be some kind of safeguard to stop people from doing exactly what you want to do,” you reasoned. “They’ll never buy it.”

“Why not?” he asked. “We’ve lived together for years, you know all my family, and I can list off your morning routine in my sleep. I guarantee we know each other better than some couples do. Grab your coat, let’s go.”

You paused before responding. He was right, you had lived together long enough that you could probably get by some light questioning at the bar, and you did really like the idea of free drinks. “Alright, give me a few minutes to get ready,” you said, picking yourself up off the couch. Heart shaped pizza would have to wait.

79’s was packed, as you expected it would be. You managed to get a booth and place an order before the first second thoughts came through. “We can’t do this,” you hissed to Crosshair, who had taken up residence next to you (rather than across from you) and had his arm around your shoulder. It started “as a way to sell the ruse,” but you were really trying to ignore how natural and comfortable it felt.

“Why not?” he whispered back. “They’re barely paying attention to us.”

“But still-”

“You have more of a moral compass than I do, darling,” he responded, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear (after which you had to suppress a shiver). “Do you want to really sell it? Do something so clear that they’ll never bother us about being a couple again?”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” you asked, finding it a little hard to think with him being so close to you.

“This.” His lips found yours moments later, and they moved firmly but softly as his hands pulled you closer to him. You knew exactly what this was, but you had never felt a spark like this when kissing before, so you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of it and kiss him back. You would have never imagined your roommate to have the softest lips you’ve ever kissed, but you were not complaining.

He moved to deepen the kiss, but you were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You waiter was standing at the head of the table with basket of bread, and he just rolled his eyes slightly before placing it in front of you and saying that he’d be back with the drinks you ordered. Once he was far enough away, Crosshair turned to you with a smile on your face. “See? He won’t say a thing now.”

“I still feel a little bad for lying.”

“Then let’s not,” he said, and you once again shot him a puzzled look. “I’ve never felt anything like what I felt when I kissed you, and I know it’s a little late in the day, but I want you to be my valentine.”

Instead of trying to put your feelings into words, you just leaned in and kissed him again, almost feeling bad for the poor waiter who would have to deal with you two for the rest of the night.

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I don’t want to! | part one

Summary: After spending holidays together, which was a disaster. Mick comes running back to you.

Part one | Part two

Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me!

Enjoy

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

Warning: Dialogue inspires by the French film The Crisis, La Crise.

You’re not cut out for big parties, and that’s a fact. You don’t drink much, if ever. You don’t smoke and don’t go out to bars and nightclubs every weekend. You have always found that you have more fun in small groups at restaurants, house parties or simply alone at home.

You’ve never been very fond of Mick’s friends and them of you. You tolerate them from time to time, and it’s the best, but lately, Mick has changed and not for the better.

You tried to talk to him, but he kept shutting you down every time. So you decided to stay out of it. Anyway, he never formalized your relationship. You never know which feet danced, and indeed you’re fed up.

You had a big fight on New Year’s. He begged you to come with him and his friends to Australia for the holidays, and you finally agreed, but as soon as you arrived. He left you alone in your hotel room. He leaves early, and he comes home late. And when he decides to go home, he’s too tired to do anything.

You asked him to spend the New Year just the two of us one night, and he agreed. At 8:45 pm, the 31st, alone in the hotel room waiting for him to come home from his day, again spent with his friends instead of you. You got tired of it. He’s really fucking with you. You’ve been ready for an hour, and he still hasn’t arrived. You’re trying to call him, but he’s obviously not answering.

It’s only around 10:30 that you see the publication of one of your friends, that they’re all on a yacht smoking shisha and celebrating New Year’s without you.

You know very well whose idea this is, and it’s Jack’s.

It was too much. You pack your belongings in your suitcase and sleep at your sister’s, who lives a few minutes from the hotel where you are staying. After all, she’s not surprised to see you show up with your suitcase after the four days you spent alone talking.

You have a good time with them until the new year.

After that, you took the first plane back to London. You didn’t tell Mick, even though he kept texting you after discovering the empty room. Several of his friends also tried to contact you, but what hypocrites those.

It’s three o'clock in the morning, January 3rd when you hear the drumming at your door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought all my stuff. I’m tired of not sleeping with you all day, of not being the first person you see when you wake up, and if you think I’m messing with you. Then I’ll settle down.”

"Where do you stay?" You definitely need clarification.

“Yours.”

"Well, Mick, it’s three in the morning.”

"That’s all right, go back to bed quickly. I’ll go in and join you."

"What are you doing?"

"I’ve been an egoist. I loved my freedom too much, so I wanted to get away from you by spending more time with my friends. But I only wanted to have you close to me when I was on that boat. To be able to kiss you and hug you. I’m sorry I missed our appointment. I screwed up. I didn’t see the time, and then we got on the boat, and it was already too late.” He opens by taking your hands.

“Heu...”

"I never offered to be my girlfriend or live with you. But now I’ve been thinking. I realized that I love you and want to build something together. You and me.”

“You and me?” You repeat in kind of shock.

“Yes!”

"But I don’t want you to come and stay with me."

“What do you mean you don’t want to?” Asks Mick confused.

“Well, no, I don’t want to. Not after what you did to me, and I don’t have much space first. I don’t want to, you know? Not at all." You finish looking at him in the eyes.

"What don’t you want?"

“I don’t know about anything. You’re always hungry when I go on a diet. You shave for hours and never clean the sink. I don’t have room for a giant washing machine. I think your friend Jack is shit, and I don’t want him coming to my house and watching football and eating all my peanuts. I don’t know, lots of stuff.”

“You don’t like my friends?"

"Well, Jack, I don’t like him, no.” You admit.

"Well, if you loved me, you’d love my friends too."

"Well, I love you, but Jack is still sticking in my throat. Plus, I just built a library, and I finally managed to put all my stuff away, so if it’s more than...”

"What you can be of egotism!"

"No, but say which! Where do you think you are?" You take offence when you hear him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you come to my house at three in the morning to annoy me."

"Oh, well? I’m coming to ask you to be my girlfriend, and you call that annoying?"

"Look, Mick, I don’t want to live with anyone, you understand? Neither you nor anyone. I don’t want to. I want to live alone, alone, alone! You understand?" I want to be able to fart in my bed, go home at any time, eat in a corner if I want to, and invite friends, clean only once a year if I want to. I want to spend my rubbish my way.

"But all this you can do very well. I don’t see what the problem is."

"The problem is, I don’t want a guy lying on my couch yawning and saying “what’s to eat tonight?" I don’t want to be told, "Hey, you’re doing so good ironing." I don’t want to buy the new Mercedes, which is fabulous, and we’ll pay for the drafts together. I don’t want your mom calling me to see if I gave you your flu pills. I don’t want your dirty socks in my laundry basket. I don’t want to clean the kitchen for three hours the day you decide to make paella for your colleagues. I don’t want to ask if you agree to watch a movie instead of a sport. I don’t want to! I don’t want to! Your life is your life. My life is my life.” You exclaim, tired of his nonsense.

"Well, if I understand correctly, you want to be able to have sex with whoever you want, right?"

"You tire me!"

"Do you have someone else?"

“Look, Mick, I love you, I love you very much, but being like that, suits me very well. We see each other sometimes, and everyone stays home, which is much better.”

"I’m sure you have someone else." He keeps assuming.

"I have no one else." You sight before closing the door on him.

To be continued.

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher angst #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 angst #f1 #angst #lacrise

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geekywritings · 1 year

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“You are beautiful to me.”

Here is the first of the requests I still got in my inbox. There are quite a few of them, so thank you all for your patience in advance. I will get to all of them, I promise :D And thank you for showing my writing so much love! I absolutely adore Cal with all my heart and am so thrilled to share these stories with you!

And here is the request: “hi!! i’ve been living for all your cal kestis fics! im currently playing Survivor and i’ve always loved cal but there hasn’t been a lot of fics. so thank you!! if you’re taking requests… i would really love one about cal with a plus sized reader? it doesn’t necessarily have to be directly mentioned but just maybe insecurities the reader has but cal showing that he loves her and thinks she’s beautiful. maybe music is apart of reader’s life and she’s either apart of the mantis crew or like a koboh local? i haven’t really sent a request before so idk what you’d want but yeah… just been currently thinking about how cal would react or say in that situation… thank you” Please enjoy!

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Like most people on Koboh, you were looking to get away from something or someone. People here sought refuge, safety, or simply some peace. Yet they rarely talked about why they came to this desolate planet, choosing instead to focus on building a new life.

Although the community was tight, there were also troublemakers around. Or as you liked to think: “If there is a bar, there are bound to be assholes.”

You had worked in various restaurants and taverns already, and everywhere was the same. Given enough alcohol, some people would always turn nasty or cause trouble. Pyloon’s Saloon, your newest workplace, was no different. On most days, it was quiet and you could go about your day in peace. You’d either clean, help in the kitchen or serve drinks to customers, happy to help in whatever way possible to earn your keep.

Most people were extremely friendly, chatting easily with you. Your favourite guest was a certain Jedi, however, who came around far too scarcely for your liking. Cal Kestis, a friend of your boss, was often off-planet, fighting the Empire in some way. Sometimes he’d return to Koboh to recharge or to follow some other mission.

Whenever he did show up, your face brightened into a smile. The redhead was nothing but kind to you, making you laugh with his surprisingly dry and strange humor or telling you some stories about his latest adventures.

Sometimes, he’d also return beaten and battered and would sit patiently on a bar stool, while you took care of his injuries. There was a friendship between you, a bond that had formed so naturally and quickly that it often surprised you. Especially since you weren’t used to men showing any kind of interest.

You weren’t ugly, by any means! But you didn’t exactly have the figure most males were after. Certainly not handsome ones like Cal. You had always been chubby, even as a child, and eventually womanly curves got added to the mix. You liked yourself just fine, but sometimes you did wonder what it would be like to feel desired.

And on some days, you did wish you looked different. Days like this one, for example, where you were in charge of serving drinks again, while a small group of young men were playing Sabacc at a table, ordering far too much ale.

“Hey, Hutt-girl! Come and give us another round!”, one of them yelled, using one of the many insulting nicknames you had heard over the years. “And try to be quick, we are thirsty.”

You would have let it slide when suddenly a familiar voice spoke: “What did you call her?”

It was Cal! The music was so loud, you hadn’t even heard him enter the Saloon.

He was looking at the man, who had addressed you, his eyes narrowed, mouth tense. He was angry and his hand was itching to reach for his saber. But he had promised Greeze not to cause trouble of the Jedi kind in this place.

“Chill. It’s just a nickname. Hutt-girl doesn’t mind. I mean, look at her. She…”, the man slurred in Cal’s direction but didn’t get to continue, as the Jedi had quickly closed the distance and punched him straight in the face, knocking the fellow off his chair.

“Don’t call her that. She has a name.”, Cal spoke, voice icy.

The other men were instantly on their feet, though they looked unsure whether to fight or not. Cal wasn’t exactly unknown in these parts.

“Apologize to the lady.”, the Jedi demanded.

The group exchanged some looks, glancing back and forth between Cal, you, and their friend with a heavily bleeding nose. Without the alcohol, they might have taken the smart decision to follow Cal’s request. But too much ale made young men like these restless and rowdy, and a moment later one of them tried to take a swing at the Jedi.

He missed of course and Cal was quick to use his first to knock the attacker down. Within seconds, the thing escalated, all six young men attacking a single one. It wasn’t a fair fight, but Cal didn’t need help. He had dealt with much worse than troublesome drunks. Within five minutes, he was throwing the bunch out of the door, telling them to stay out.

“Thank you…”, you said, finally having found your voice again. “Cal… your lip…”

He had come out mostly unscathed, but one of the idiots had obviously landed a punch.

Cal wiped at the corner of his mouth with a thumb, noticing the blood. “No worries, I had worse.”, he replied casually, taking a seat at the bar.

“Let me get you something.”, you were quick to spring into action, grabbing a cool wet cloth for him.

“Do they often call you that?”, he asked, after you were done cleaning the busted lip. It really wasn’t as bad as it had looked at first glance.

“I’m used to it.”, you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. But the truth was, such names hurt.

“You shouldn’t be.”, Cal spoke, voice quiet and thoughtful.

The words earned him a smile, as you took a seat on the stool next to him. With the group gone, the Saloon was quiet and you could spare some time.

“Cal, I’m not blind or naïve. I know why they come up with names like that.”, you tried to explain. “I am not exactly what many would consider beautiful.”

“You are beautiful to me.”

His reply had your heart stop for a moment, your voice getting caught in your throat. What? Had you heard that correctly?

Cal seemed to notice your shock and reached out to brush his fingers against your cheek.

“You really are, Y/N. Inside and out.”

You went from not hearing your heart at all to being certain that everyone on the planet could notice it beating wildly in your chest.

“Cal… I…”, you weren’t sure what to say. How did one respond to such beautiful words?

“Everytime I come here, I hope that you are working.”, the Jedi continued, saving you from your word loss dilemma. “I look forward to hearing you laugh, to see that smile again. Whenever I am hurt, I know that you will patch me back up. Physically and emotionally.”

His hand was still on your cheek, thumb gently stroking over your skin, flushed red due to a deepening blush.

“And as long as I am around, nobody has the right to hurt you in any way. I won’t allow it. Because you are special to me, Y/N.”

He had laid out his heart to you and although your throat still felt tight, it was only fair to show him the same honesty. Part of your mind screamed a warning, that this could end badly, but you tried to drown that voice out.

“You are also special to me, Cal.”, you began. “My day gets a hundred times better whenever you walk in… I love listening to your stories… hearing your jokes… I like when you are next to me.” Was this too much? Were you interpreting his words the wrong way and running headfirst into rejection? It was too late to reconsider now, as your feelings fought to break out.

“Whenever you come back hurt, my heart breaks a little. And all I want to do is see you healthy and happy again… I miss you when you are not here. Then I find myself thinking about you…”

You didn’t have a chance to continue, as suddenly Cal’s lips were on yours. Stars, he was truly kissing you! Without thinking about it, you kissed him back, one arm sneaking around his head to play with his hair, while the other grabbed his upper arm for support.

He groaned into the kiss, as it intensified, both of you getting lost in the moment. Far too quickly it had to end, as you both remembered that you needed to breathe.

“Sorry… I should have asked…” There it was again. That caring and considerate side of his.

“No, don’t apologize. It was perfect.”, you were quick to say. “And I definitely would have said yes, anyway.”

His lips curved into a grin. “Good. I’m glad.” And with that, he leaned in for another kiss, pulling you closer this time.

“Y/N! I need some help down here!” Greeze’s voice was coming from the kitchen, breaking the moment once again.

“I should go. Boss is calling.”, you said reluctantly.

“What time do you finish?”, Cal asked.

“In an hour or so.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

You knew he would be. And the thought alone brought a smile to your face. Who would have thought that such a shitty evening could have such a beautiful end? Or was it just a beautiful beginning?

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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weixuldo · 11 months

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Enigma// ch 15

anakin x reader

a/n: Ik its not how u spell Ahsoka’s name but I made her nickname from the reader “Ash”. Alsooo were heading into the shallow waters of angst territory hehehe, thank you all for reading :)

You get some heavy news off of your chest…

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, emetophobia, pregnancy test

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Ahsoka’s team came back into town with a very warm welcome. Your college threw a huge celebration for winning nationals; the band, balloons, confetti, the works.

Of course you were as close to the front as you could be to greet a smiling Ahsoka as she exited the bus. You squealed and hugged her tightly as you showered her with praise and congratulations.

“Aww thanks y/n!! But i couldn’t have done it without the whole team” she beamed as the rest of her fellow teammates filed off of the bus.

You smiled and stuck around to congratulate other members you knew through other clubs or classes you had with them.

After a few hours of celebration, the sun began to set and the organized extravaganza died down… but not the unofficial celebration.

Just like on the night of the win, everyone was going out tonight; bars, clubs, restaurants…everything was packed.

You debated going out, to be honest you didn’t really want to, you were pretty tired. But if Ahsoka wanted to party, you’d accompany her.

Luckily for you, Ahsoka was also physically exhausted, so she didn’t want to go to the club and dance. Instead she suggested the two of you go out for a chill night and hit up one of the fancy hotel bars downtown.

“I know it hasn’t been long, but I wanna catch up and hear all about your week! So we should go to the Benton!” she smiled.

Once the two of you had become tired of the clubs last semester, Ahsoka started taking you to this really expensive hotel’s bar that she’d frequent when she wanted a relaxing night; the staff never questioned why you were there, all they cared about was that you behaved yourself and dressed semi-formally.

So tonight you were going to get dressed up and parade your asses around the Benton as if you had that type of money.

What better way to celebrate a national victory than with some class.

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“Two Mules sir!” Ahsoka excitedly shouted at the bartender.

“Comin’ right up Ash!” the man, whom you had become familiar with after many girls nights at this bar, said.

“Oh wait! Actually just one” you butted in, knowing one of those drinks was supposed to be for you.

“What?! Y/N, you're not gonna drink with me? It's a celebration!” she joked lightly.

“I can’t drink right now,” you admitted.

“Ohh, did you yak last time or something?” she asked as the bartender slid her the chilled copper mug.

You debated lying to her, but you did need to tell her sometime… So you motioned for her to lean in closer and whispered-

“Ash, I’m pregnant”

Her eyes widened and her jaw physically dropped.

“WHAT?!” she exclaimed loudly, before apologizing to the surrounding attendants, then turning back to whisper to you, “what?!”

You sighed and nodded sadly.

“When I asked if you were pregnant the other week, I was joking….. Are you sure-sure? Like really sure you are?” she asked.

“I’ve gone through a box of tests, Ash”

She took a swig of her drink and placed it back onto the bar, “Fuck y/n…. How do you feel about it?”.

“I’m not sure how to feel… I’m scared but also I don’t even know what to do” you responded.

“Does the father kno-”

You shook your head.

Her face hardened and she drew her lips into a thin line, “Are you gonna tell him?”.

“I need to… I feel like his opinion matters in this situation, but im so scared Ash- like I’ve been losing sleep over it”

Her brows knitted together and she bit her lip before speaking.

“I really wish I could help you more…” She said sadly, you could tell she genuinely was sorry by the way her eyes seemed to somber.

“But I want you to know that i'll always be here for you; I’ll be here to help you through this until I have to leave for my job in the fall”

You smiled and enveloped your friend in a warm embrace, “Thanks Ahsoka… it really means the world”.

“I’ve got your back” she said. returning the hug.

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Your conversation with Ahsoka actually calmed you down for a while- just getting that news off of your chest really helped. At the time you didn’t realize it, but Ahsoka was the first person you told the news to.

A few more days went by and you stayed at Anakins for the most part because your roommate wanted to get in all the time she could with her boyfriend on campus before they had to go home for the summer.

Even though neither of you admitted it or said anything, you could feel that something was off. You knew why you were holding back, but you couldn’t exactly tell what was going through his mind.

You sat on Anakin’s couch and he joined you shortly with a cup of soda in his hand. Usually he’d have an evening beer around this time, but for the past couple of weeks he has been working on sobriety.

Though his alcoholism wasn’t rampant as of now, he wanted to work of weening himself off of the bottle, just incase.

Alcoholism was a struggle that wouldn’t magically go away no matter how much he tried, but he wanted to show that he was at-least making an effort.

When you noticed he hadn’t been drinking he told you, “I wanna try to lay off it. Plus I gotta keep up with my healthy and pretty girlfriend”.

His commitment to sobriety was another factor that kept you from telling him about the pregnancy… what if the news set him back? How would you deal with being the catalyst that set him off?

Now, the two of you sat on the couch listening to music and enjoying eachothers company. In times like these you wished you didn’t have to tell him.

“What’s on your mind princess?” he asked you when you unknowingly stared into space for a little too long.

“Nothing, I’ve just been feeling odd lately” you said, hoping to reassure him.

Another beat of silence filled the space between you two before he spoke again.

“Are you satisfied?…With me, I mean.” he asked, almost timidly.

“What do you mean?” you asked curiously, what was he even talking about?

You loved him.

He looked away for a moment and set his soda down, “I dunno… nevermind”.

“No, no Anakin, What do you mean? I want to know because I never want you to feel like I’m not happy with you” you explained, hoping to coax his reasons out.

“I just… Sometimes I don’t understand…”

You drew your brows together in concern; he was rarely this vulnerable with you.

He sighed, “You’re young, smart, talented, and beautiful, don’t you ever want someone more like you? I just don’t want you to feel trapped with me…”

“...out of pity, or something” he added.

“Ani, you are like me. You’re complex, sensitive, caring, and are more handsome than I am beautiful. And I do not feel trapped with you- I love you so deeply and can only hope you feel the same for me.”

He blinked a few times before a small smile settled onto his face, “alright… that means alot y/n. Thank you”.

“Of course, my love. If you ever need to tell me anything, I am always here to listen and work it out with you… I will be by your side helping you with any problem that comes up-” as you spoke, you realized you were taking his insecurities and projecting how you wanted him to react to the baby news.

You wanted him to accept it and stick with you out of pure adoration and love for you. It wasn’t that much to ask, was it?

“And I hope you would do the same for me” you added as you enveloped your lover into a warm embrace.

“I would. You’re probably one, if not the- most important person in my life”.

His words reassured you, he did love you! And of course he’d be there for you, he was your kindhearted boyfriend.

You could probably muster up the courage to tell him, tonight.

“You’re not the reason I’ve been acting off either” you admitted, scooching back to the other side of the couch.

“Then what’s on your mind, Sweetheart?” he looked at you confused as he awaited your confession.

You took a deep breath, he was a grown adult who would be able to handle this maturely…. Here goes nothing.

“Anakin, I’m pregnant”

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a/n: it’s happening…. ngl things r gonna escalate in the next few chapters… hope you enjoy and stick around!!

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chaotictarlos · 10 months

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I’ve always dreamed of me and you, now here we are

ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3

Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tag: Secret Dating AU, Social Worker!Carlos Reyes, Professor TK Strand, ex’s to lovers, warnings to be added, smut in later chapters, m x m, anal sex, m x m smut

Summary: It’s a tale as old as time, meeting the right person but during the wrong time of life. TK Strand and Carlos Reyes dated in college but parted ways when they graduated, not knowing they would ever see each other again. Six years later, Carlos is working as a social worker in Travis County and TK has just accepted a position as a professor at The University of Texas at Austin. They run into each other when a mutual friend invited TK out for the evening.

Authors Note: I stepped away from this fic for a few months because some people can be so mean and hateful that they made me feel like I shouldn't continue it because they didn't like the direction the story was going / how the characters were being. I'm still struggling with this fic, but I'm trying to overcome it because not every fic has to be liked be everyone. Not every fic is written for everyone. There are millions of fics out there and I don't like every single one of them. That's okay. There are plenty of Tarlos fics that I don't like, but I don't make it the author's problem because it's not their problem. If you don't like this fic, that's okay but keep that to yourself. If you do like this fic, I would like to hear about your thoughts. I'm going to try and get back into this and get it finished up soon, but we'll see how I feel about it.

Thank you to @noxsoulmate for beta'ing for me. I hope you guys are enjoying this fic as much as I am! Leave me a comment and check out my other fics!

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Chapter Eight

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When Carlos shows up at the place he’s supposed to meet the guy that Marjan has set him up with, he’s early - almost too early for it to be considered normal but he’s nervous. It’s been some time since he’s gone out on an actual date and not just found someone at a club or bar to hook up with for the night.

He takes a look around the restaurant, trying to decide if he wants to find a table to sit down at or get a quick drink at the bar - when his eyes land on TK.

Carlos feels his stomach turn slightly.

TK’s out on a date and for a moment that’s all Carlos can focus on. He looks hard at the man he’s with and realizes it’s not Michael. Carlos also knows Michael - there was a time when Paul tried to set him up with Michael but he wasn’t really Carlos’ type.

No, this is another guy. A new guy.

Carlos feels his stomach twist into knots and the unfamiliar and ugly feeling of jealousy fills his veins too. He hates the feeling but the longer he stares at TK and his date, the more it grows. He turns on his heel and heads straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to breathe and get his head on straight before his own date arrives.

Carlos steps up to a sink and grips the edges, looking down and letting out a deep breath. He’s being ridiculous, is what he’s being. There’s no reason for him to continue to pine after TK and what could have been. If TK wanted any part of that - of him - he’s had plenty of time to say something but instead he’s gone on a few dates with other men - which is fine, TK owes Carlos nothing and Carlos knows that.

He looks up at his reflection and reminds himself that he has also had plenty of chances to tell TK that he still has feelings for him and has thought about what it would be like to try again, but he hasn’t said anything either. He rubs a hand over his face and tries not to mess up his hair.

He squares his shoulders and looks at himself intently.

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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i love ayato

the orders you’d received for this assignment had been simple:

wait around in uyuu restaurant in plainclothes to get eyes on the target. discern his motives through some good ol’ fashioned eavesdropping, and report back.

you were meant to sit at the bar, where you could see all the exits, the stairs, and all the guests. yet when you’d arrived and told them the name your reservation was under, they’d led you to a private table in the corner of the room.

“there must be a mistake,” you frown as you’re sat down and handed a menu. this is hardly an appropriate vantage point. you can’t see the face of the guests at the bar, nor do you have eyes on the exits.

“there is no mistake,” a familiar voice answers, and of course, stepping around the partition is none other than your boss. ayato’s wearing that smile as he approaches the table, the one you’ve seen him use to manipulate thoma into trying some suspicious looking drinks, or other clan leaders into traps.

(the one that, in your experience, almost always means, ‘i’m up to something.’)

“can i start you both with something to drink?”

“just bring what we discussed, please,” ayato says before you can get a word out. then, to you, “you look confused. the yashiro commission promised to take care of your reservation. is the table not to your liking?”

the table is not your issue. well, not completely.

“what are you doing here?”

he pays no mind to your sharp tone, simply slipping off his coat and handing it off to be put away. “what kind of boss would i be, if i did not check in with my employees from time to time?”

“this isn’t checking in,” you snap, glancing around when a few heads turn your way. “you’re interfering with my job. i should have you detained.”

“oh?” he asks, looking all too smug as he settles himself across from you. “and on whose authority?”

you bite back your retort as the waiter brings a bottle of dandelion wine to the table. how they managed to obtained imported wine from mondstadt when the country was closed was a mystery to you, but you have a feeling the man across from you might be responsible.

so you allow yourself a small sip your wine (you are still on the job, after all), watching warily as he discreetly places a hefty tip into the waiter’s palm.

“is there a reason you’re here, sir?”

ayato grins over the rim of his cup. “well, i like to think we’re merely enjoying each other’s company. also— you know how i feel about you using such formalities.”

you simply roll your eyes at him, setting your cup down gently. “well, when i’m technically supposed to be working, so it doesn’t feel right to call you by your name, my lord.”

ayato sighs, placing his cup on the table and folding his hands over his desk as he studies you in that all too analytical way of his. “yet you feel comfortable enough to call thoma by his name in any capacity. how is this any different?”

“thoma is not the yashiro commissioner, nor is he my boss. he’s my friend.”

he huffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting in a way that ayaka would call ‘petulant and childlike.’ “well, since i am your boss, i’ve a mind to order you to address me informally. as you would a friend.”

“and i believe that’s what people an abuse of power.”

his hum is accompanied by a slight tilt of his head. “why let it go to waste?”

you sigh, picking up your cup and taking longer than normal sip before murmuring, “there was never any mission, was there?”

and there’s that handsome grin again, but this time it’s accompanied that look. the one reserved for you. it’s not cold or calculating or sharp. it’s almost…fond.

“ayato–”

the waiter chooses that moment to return, notepad in hand as he asks, “are we ready to order?”

—

“i am perfectly capable of finding my way home,” you sigh. “you didn’t need to walk me.”

“i know,” ayato hums. “i just wanted to.”

you roll your eyes, but don’t say anything more as the two of you stroll through inazuma city. it’s quiet between you two, and you can’t help but notice the comfortable space between you both slowly beginning to dwindle.

it could be nothing, you tell yourself. the wanting to see you, the playful banter, the dinner. it could be nothing. maybe you’re reading too far into it.

“it is a lovely night, is it not?”

his hand brushes yours. you pull your hand away.

“what are you doing?” you whisper harshly, glancing around at the various bystanders gawking at you both, in awe of the rare sight of the yashiro commissioner perusing the street.

who just tried to hold your hand. you’re mortified. your heart is racing.

you want to hold his hand too.

but even if you want to, you can’t. you shouldn’t. he’s your boss. a member of the tri-commission. the head of a very powerful clan.

and you’re just you.

it must be written all over your face, this mix of emotions you’re cycling through, because ayato takes a step back, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“i apologize if that was too forward of me. i’d thought….”

“it’s okay,” you assure him quietly. “just…not now. not here.”

“so you’d be okay if we…” he glances around, at the people whispering around you both. “elsewhere?”

“if you can get more of that wine…maybe.”

#ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact x trader #augustinewrites

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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Can i request smut prompt “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” with Beelzebub and fem reader? <3 [if not fem then genderfluid]

First time? [NSFW MDNI]

✎ Beelzebub x Reader

✎ The ‘devil’s drink’ a specialized drink that the ramen house Beel had been going to recently have all it’s regulars slamming heaps of cash on the table.. but what’s all this hype about?

✎ Tags: smut, fem! reader, succubus! reader, client x prostitute dynamic

✎ CW: porn with plot, dom! reader, sub! beel, slight non-con/dub-con, handjob, indications of blowjob

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Gosh, my writings are getting sloppier as time goes on- apologies in advance（；´д｀）ゞ [Just a reminder for those who want to participate in the 100+ followers event, please hand in your request by 6 June!]

“Beel, where are you going?”

“Out for ramen.”

“This late at night??”

The daily travels out town all started when he stumbled across a little back alley restaurant in the outskirts of the city. Despite it’s small popularity, when put through reviews on the web it was met with praise for service and cuisine. How could he say no to that?

That’s when he met you, a young succubus that decided to dedicate your life time to run a this small establishment. You were amazing company during his meals, your cheery nature and humor always made his bowl of freshly cooked noodles a little more tastier every time. Though he does wonder why you wore your kimono like that, the collar slipping further and further displaying more and more of the doughy cleavage of your chest.

He does have to be honest, he doesn’t mind the show..

But as your friend, he does advise not to-

The more he visits, secrets unravel. Only a few days ago did he figure out there was a hidden menu, filled to the brim with other set meals he could enjoy and devour. Through many regulars he found out the restaurant’s specialty was called the ‘devil’s drink’ which in term as they say was quite refreshing to most, and ever spicy when time goes on.

Beel was quite intrigued of course, especially sneaking glances of customers climbing up to the second floor, he had been quite captivate of what’s up there, the sounds of sudden banging and creaking of the ceiling boards furthering his suspicions. Even after asking you about, you just shrug it off, claiming it’s just staff cleaning infestations disturbing business nowadays.

But does the thoughts in his head really spoil his appetite..

Maybe he should just try this drink once..

It can’t be that bad, right?

Right..?

“Wait.. didn’t you say this was a bAR-” You giggled at his little gasp in shock, tongue licking your lips staining them in saliva, lustful eyes conjoined with a malicious smirk. Beel turned, lilac gaze sunk in confusion, demanding your actions be explained which in turn only earned him a chuckle instead.

“You ordered the ‘devil’s drink’, or am I wrong?” Beel slowly nodded, arms trying to retract but to no avail. Without much though, you swiftly reached for his sweats, tugging his belt to the side and dragging down the clothing. Your other free hand trailed beneath his shirt, tracing his toned skin, circling the rim of one of his nipples before pinching at the soft bud with a moderate strength of force.

“hah.. y-Y/N, what are you doing~”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to ravish you, my dear~ From the first day you step foot into this place, I knew I had to make you my new little toy~”

“W-wait.. this place isn’t a- ah~”

“Ting ting ting, this is a brothel, you silly~ we just happen to sell food to lure more customers in, lure more innocent flies into our web~”

You spun the male around, hands hastily pushing at his coat and overalls, ‘causing the demon to squirm and shimmy under your touch, in terms pushing his saggy pants down further. Your eyes couldn’t help but dilate at the vast bulge protruding from his undergarments, index lingering and drawing it’s shape through the cloth.

Beel stared in embarrassment, face so flushed he could explode from how much his blood is boiling within, saliva threatening to spill out from his constant groaning and griddling in his bottom lip between his jaws. Which intently didn’t help when your fingers gripped onto his fairly lubed cock, pumping it little by little, enveloping his flushed skin in the warmth of your palms.

“Oooh~ I actually expect something small, but ohhh this passed all my expectations~~~”

You smothered your chest against him, the collar of your kimono drooping with every inch closer, drawing in the drooling demon into a heat dance of tongues. Beel groaned in defeat, his will to fight withering away, frame sinking further beneath you when your pace on his dick increased. Slowly but surely leading to white creamy fluids drenching your hand and the wooden flooring.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.. ” Beel huffed away from the sudden climax, lilac eyes shakily reading your next movements. Knees completely kneeling on the ground before you, grabbing hold of the demon’s waist, positioning his head right in between your flushed lips.

“But I love it~~~” You squealed, feeling your dripping cunt pulsing in ecstasy. You shuffle closer, littering Beel’s exposed thighs with sloppy kisses and blossoming hickeys, leading and trailing towards his soaked yet painfully stiff cock.

“Don’t worry Beelie, I’ll be at your service as long as you like, even if this package is a one per order deal~~~”

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Jin

You could not believe how sloshed your date was, he’d arrived to your date already buzzed and had already ordered 3 drinks since you two sat down to dinner. You told yourself you could handle it just fine but he started getting handsy, was not understanding the word no, and was significantly stronger than you.

You texted your best friend for a rescue, he lived just around the corner and you were pretty sure he was home tonight. You just had to keep the man in public until Jin arrived. Surely he wouldn’t do anything too unseemly in plain view of the rest of the restaurant?

‘SOS. Date is drunk and getting handsy. Can you rescue me? At the bar around the corner from your place.’

You tried to be discreet about sending the text and then realized it didn’t so much matter because your date was much more focused on your cleavage than on what your hands were doing.

Not 5 minutes later your date looked behind you and said “Wow that guy looks mad, wonder what’s wrong with him?”

That’s when you knew Jin had arrived. You turned around and you honestly had never seen Jin that mad, it was almost frightening.

Your dates amused face fell as soon as Jin stopped at your table and started shouting at him.

“What kind of absolute douchebag gets this drunk on a first date and tries to force himself on a woman? Well I guess that’s a hypothetical question because the answer is obviously you. You shitfaced jackass. You don’t deserve to look at this woman let alone have your hands all over her!”

Jin’s words tumbled out quickly as he grabbed your date by the lapels, pulled him up, and repetitively poked him in the sternum.

“Who the hell are you?” Your date slurred out in confusion.

“I’m her best friend and man you better be grateful we’re in public or I’d be beating the absolute shit out of you,” Jin towered over my date and then a beat later looked at me, his face melting only slightly. “You okay Y/N?”

“Yeah, I’m great now,” I said trying not to laugh at how quickly my situation had turned from being worried about my physical safety to watching my best friend just verbally clobber this asshat of a man.

Unfortunately my reaction seemed to give my date some defiant courage and he tried to get back in Jin’s face (even though he was at least 4 inches shorter than him…). “Who are you to come and save Y/N? You’re just her friend, trying to be her boyfriend huh?”

You could tell that your date thought that would be a blow to Jin’s ego. The truth is you’d always wanted Jin to be your boyfriend, but he’d never shown interest in dating in general. You almost wondered if he was gay or asexual or something, he just seemed oblivious to it all.

“Maybe I am trying to be her boyfriend! What’s it to you!? You can bet that if I was her boyfriend I would never get drunk and try to get up on her without consent so I’ve got that over you.”

You gasped after the first sentence. Was he being honest or was he just trying to get in your date’s mind?

“Y/N, let’s go. This douche shouldn’t take up any more of our time,” he faced you while opening his wallet then threw some bills on the table. “This should cover your dinner and a cab home. You are not fit to drive dude.”

You stood up and followed Jin out the restaurant, incredibly aware of how many eyes were on you after his loud altercation. Even though he was still mad he bowed to the staff and apologized for the scene even though some of them even voiced their support for what he’d done.

You let a few moments pass while you walked on the sidewalk together before you asked your question.

“Did you really mean that? That you’re trying to be my boyfriend?”

“Yes!” Jin exclaimed, still sounding angry. “I can’t watch you date any more idiots! I’ve wanted to date you for months and I just keep hearing about all the dates you have with these absolute asshats and I can’t take it anymore! I would treat you so much better than that!” His indignant rage didn’t lessen through his whole speech though his lips did get more pouty, especially as he talked about how he would treat you.

“Well,” you said, grabbing his hand, “you’ve definitely tried hard enough. Jin will you be my boyfriend?” You smiled up at him.

He continued to pout at you but his gaze definitely softened. “It’s about time you asked.”

You were on your third date with a man who seemed promising. He had even asked you to go dancing to your favorite club! Things were looking up for the first time in a long string of bad dates.

Until.

After a drink or two and about 20 minutes of dancing you went to the bathroom. You came back to find your date dancing, nay grinding, on another woman. You decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and waved to him to try to get his attention. He saw you, ignored you, and went back to dancing with the other woman.

Seriously? You finally thought you’d found a good one and this is what happened? Just then you got a text from your best friend, RM.

‘How’s the date going? Isn’t the third good date the one where you get lucky? 😘😉’

You texted back quickly.

‘Well it would be if my date hadn’t ditched me after 20 minutes and is now blatantly ignoring me while grinding on another woman 🙄😩🙃’

‘What!?’

His reply was almost instantaneous.

‘Where are you? Did he drive you? I’ll come and get you.’

You were a little surprised at his insistence on coming to get you. It’s not like he could drive you anyway, not having a drivers license and all…

‘No I’m fine Joon I promise! I’ll just take an Uber myself.’

‘Take an Uber yourself my ass, I’m at a cafe literally around the corner anyway.’

You resigned yourself to wait for him, honestly you weren’t looking forward to a car ride home all alone after such a disappointment.

‘Alright fine, but only because I don’t want to sit in a car by myself after being rejected so obviously 😭’

You sat at the bar near the entrance so you could see Namjoon as soon as he walked in and could get out of there.

Namjoon walked in a few minutes later and he was seething mad. You had honestly never seen him this mad, you’d never even really seen him anything other than lightly frustrated. This was a whole new side to him and you had to admit it was kind of hot. He saw you quickly and walked over.

“Where is he? Which idiot did this?” He asked gruffly, looking around the dance floor as if he could spot him on his own without knowing what he looked like.

“Joon no, don’t worry about it let’s just leave.”

Namjoon’s eyes darted toward you and darkened, “I’m not leaving until I give this guy a piece of…well…something.”

Your eyes widened and you weren’t sure what you could do other than point toward your date and the woman he had chosen to ditch you for. “He’s over there, in the green jacket.”

Without a word Namjoon set off in the direction of your date and with his long legs had covered the length of the dance floor between them quickly. He grabbed your date’s shoulder, turned him around to face him, and punched him square in the face.

What!?!? Did Namjoon honestly just punch another man in the face? Kim Namjoon? Your decade-long best friend who has never gotten into a physical altercation in his life? Who cares for bonsai trees and bought baby shoes for his future child just because they looked cute?

You barely had any time to think because Namjoon was soon back at your side, holding your elbow and guiding you outside of the bar.

“Namjoon!” You finally exclaimed once exited the club. “You just punched someone! What the hell?”

“You bet I did, and that little weasel deserved it. I can’t believe he ditched someone as beautiful as you to dance with that blonde. Everything about her was obviously fake. And the way you look tonight?” Joon’s eyes flickered to you, looking you up and down very quickly and then shaking his head, “must be out of his damn mind.” He nearly muttered the last phrase under his breath.

You blushed deeply and suddenly were incredibly aware of Namjoon’s hand on your elbow. His warm strong hand that had just punched a man in your honor. Normally you didn’t condone violence or anything, and you never thought you wanted to be a maiden in distress, rescued by Prince Charming but suddenly…

“Namjoon can we stop a moment?”

Namjoon stopped and turned toward you.

“Where is this anger coming from? I’ve had bad dates before, this isn’t even necessarily the worst date I’ve had. Remember the comic book guy? He was awful!”

“I know I just…” Namjoon hesitated and then sighed. “I just can’t take it anymore. I can’t watch you date all these losers anymore when you deserve someone so much better. Someone who will actually pay attention to you and care about you and…”

“Well hell Namjoon I want that too! But until I find someone who wants to date me that’s as great as my best friend here I’m shit out of luck aren’t I? I just have to keep trying.”

“What if….” Namjoon started, “…what if you did date me?” His eyes looked at you shyly but earnestly.

You involuntarily gasped at the suggestion, not because it was a bad idea, but because it’s something you think you’d always wanted him to say but never knew it.

“Never mind, just a joke,” he stuttered out after hearing your reaction. He started to walk away.

“No! Joonie, I really hope that wasn’t a joke,” you stopped him and turned him around to face you. “Because I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.” You smiled up at him. “So what do you say? Do you want to date me?”

He raised his eyes from the sidewalk slowly to meet yours, shyly meeting your gaze.

“Yeah,” he said, a smile slowly spreading on his face, “yeah I really do.”

You got on your tiptoes, put your hands on his broad shoulders and smiled at him.

“Well then come down here and kiss me you idiot.”

He smiled and leaned his head down just enough to meet your lips in the middle. Sweet and warm and soft, just liked they looked.

Suga

You cannot remember the last time you’d been this angry. Who did that douchebag think he was? You’d been in the middle of a perfectly fine argument (I mean, he was clearly losing but that’s not your fault) and he had the audacity to shake his finger in your face and belittle you?

‘You obviously don’t know what you’re talking about, I can’t believe you would have such an infantile opinion.’ He had honestly said that to your face! Not once stopping to realize that the “opinion” he was talking about was in fact a well-researched specialty from your masters degree. Like…where did this absolute douche canoe get off?

He had barely even finished his statement before you had stood right up and left, without any comment. Because if you did let yourself say anything you surely would have caused a scene and you weren’t really interested in that.

You angry walked halfway home until you realized you had to vent about this to someone or you would explode. You didn’t even have to think of who to call, within seconds you were calling Yoongi.

“What’s up Y/N, I thought you were on a date.”

“Oh I was about three minutes ago but he was so terrible I walked out in the middle of the date and am now power walking home. Fueled completely by rage.”

“Wow, I’ve got to hear about this. I love hearing about your rage. How close are you to my place?”

You look around you, you haven’t actually been paying great attention to where you were going in your rage walking and you weren’t so much walking toward your place as much as you should have been. But that did mean that you were now only a couple of block’s from Yoongi’s place.

“My sub-conscious must have been guiding me, somehow I am like two minutes from your apartment building.”

“Well then get the hell over here. I’ll have some shots ready, sounds like you might need them.

“Absolutely fucking right I will. Okay see you soon Yoongs.”

He ended the phone call with an unintelligible grunt. So wordy that Yoongi.

Soon I was in his kitchen, finishing my first shot and slamming the glass down so hard I was worried it would break.

“Whoa there Y/N, don’t take your anger out on my personal belongings!” Yoongi laughed. “Alright, tell me everything. I can’t wait to hear about this dude. I haven’t seen you this mad since you were in a conversation with a man telling you feminism was a government conspiracy.”

“Oh don’t you remind me about that guy, I don’t need to be any madder than I already am!”

I recounted the experience to Yoongi, recreating my date’s demeaning finger wag in my face to great effect.

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together and his eyes widened in shock, “this dude knows this is the exact thing your fucking masters thesis was on right? Like he was aware you are a literal expert on the subject?”

“Oh he definitely knew! We had talked extensively about my masters degree and thesis on this wretched dating app before he asked me out.

“Wow. This guy’s a real treasure.” Yoongi poured us another round of shots.

I swallowed the second shot with a little less ease than the first, now that my anger was ebbing the drink burned a bit more.

“Ugh, Yoongi, will I ever find someone who isn’t an absolute dick? A man who is not intimidated by intelligence and confidence and feels like he needs to somehow prove himself when all he’s doing is proving that he is an idiot?”

“Well…” Yoongi started but didn’t finish. Instead he poured himself another shot and drank it quickly.

“Well what Yoongi? Ugh, are you going to tell me that I’ll never find one? There are just too many trash men out there. What the absolute hell do I do?”

“I was actually going to say,” Yoongi started again, not looking at me but staring instead into his empty shot glass, “what if you’ve already met him?”

“What do you mean? You’ve heard about all the men I’ve met in this horrible thing I get to call my dating life, which one of them have I overlooked?”

“Well maybe it’s not someone you met in your horrible dating life, maybe it’s just someone you’ve known for a long time. Someone who answers your calls at 11 PM on a Friday night because he was anxiously thinking about how your date was going and feeling equal parts horrible for hoping it went bad and jealous because it wasn’t him.”

You looked at Yoongi for a long time before answering. It took a moment for your now lightly buzzed brain to fully comprehend you had heard.

“I didn’t overlook you Yoongi. I assumed you weren’t interested. I assumed you would have let me know…” you faltered realizing you had put all the responsibility on him. Because the truth is you definitely hadn’t overlooked him. In fact when you first starting talking to Yoongi you had wanted him to ask you out. He didn’t, but you two had quickly become friends, the moment passed, and you tried to push the attractions to the back of your mind. Yoongi was too great of a guy to not have around just because you couldn’t stop feeling fluttered over his smile. But had you ever even really showed him that you wanted him to ask you out?

“Oh come on Y/N, you know I’m not great with words. I liked you from the beginning but you seemed so content and happy without a boyfriend, I figured you didn’t even want to date anyone. And then when you started downloading all those dating apps again we had been friends for too long for me to say anything about it.”

“Well,” you took the shot glass out of Yoonig’s hands and set it aside to try to get him to look at you, “will you ever imply that you know more about my masters thesis than I do? Or insist that feminism isn’t real? Or call me a communist?”

Yoongi laughed and finally looked you in the eyes, “Y/N you know I’d never do those things.”

“Well then you’re hired. You’ve officially been promoted from best friend that I secretly have feelings for to official boyfriend. Do you accept.”

Yoongi smiled, slid his hand behind your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Well kisses to be precise, quite a few in fact. The shots had really loosened him up and it turns out his tongue was just as talented as you’d always hoped, slipping in and out of your mouth and warming you more than the shots ever could have.

When he finally pulled away he leaned back in to the side of your face, breathing in your ear and then quietly growling, “I accept. Now let’s make up for lost time.”

JHope

You’d been stood up. Again. How did this keep happening? This was literally the third time in a row and this time you’d had to pay a hefty sum for parking before realizing your date was never coming. You couldn’t decide which you were madder about, being stood up or having to uselessly pay for parking. You texted your best friend JHope as soon as you realized what was happening. You always text JHope about your dates, especially ones that you had met online. He was always worried about your safety and had forced you to share your location with him and also required texts before and after dates and sometimes even during if he was particularly nervous. He was such a good friend, you’re not sure how you could have gotten through all these bad dates without him to talk to about it. If you’re being honest you probably wouldn’t be going through all these bad dates if he was interested in dating you. But it never felt like you two were on the same page about that and was it really worth it to ruin the best friendship you had ever had?

‘Stood up again. And I had to pay for parking this time 😩’

You quickly received many texts from him in succession

‘WHAT!? What the hell is wrong with these guys!?’

‘He should have to pay you back for the parking, what a dick.’

‘I mean seriously, this doesn’t even make sense.’

‘Come to my place and let’s have a way better time than you would have had with him.’

You smiled at his texts. Jhope was a vigorous texter but you could tell that he was particularly enraged by your situation and it always made you feel better when he responded in a protective way toward you. It was nice.

‘On my way. Do you have alcohol? I may want to get sloshed…’

The response came at lightning speed.

‘What a stupid question, I always have alcohol. And let’s not get too sloshed , he doesn’t deserve a hangover.’

Fair. He may have gotten mad quickly but he was always able to keep his head when he was mad.

Within 10 minutes you were exiting your Uber and walking up to his apartment building. You were still stewing over all the dates that had been standing you up, going over and over all the possible reasons it was happening.

As soon as JHope opened the front door you splurged into those stewing thoughts.

“What’s wrong with me? Do they come, see me, and then turn around to leave? Do they do it all as a sick joke, thinking it’s hilarious that I would ever think I’m in the same league as them? What am I doing wrong? Do I need to lose weight? What’s wrong with my face? Whe…”

JHope put his hand over your mouth after letting the first few negative thoughts tumble out. He pulled you in the door, closed it behind you, and pulled you into a hug, resting your head on his chest.

“Whoa whoa whoa. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. There is, however, definitely something wrong with these ridiculous so-called men who keep leading you on.”

You breathed a sigh of relief but were slightly embarrassed to have tears in your eyes.

“Then why does it keep happening? It just seems like at this point it must be me instead of them.”

JHope stayed silent for a moment and laid his head on top of yours. His big, warm hands lightly rubbed your back.

“You just keep choosing terrible men, that’s the only thing you’re doing wrong,” he lightly chuckled. “Any man who doesn’t want to date you is an absolute idiot.”

You laughed lightly, “But wouldn’t that also make you an idiot? Probably shouldn’t say such a strong blanket statement.”

Instead of laughing along with you, there was silence from JHope. And with your head on his chest you could hear his heart beating faster and faster.

“Well I’m…I’m definitely not an idiot.” JHope said slowly.

You pulled your head back quickly and looked at JHope eye to eye. With bated breath you managed to say “Do you want to date me?”

JHope let a beat of silence go by, you could see some slight fear in his eyes before he answered “Yes.”

You smiled widely. You can finally delete the apps. You can finally have a functioning relationship, because you know that a relationship with JHope will be full and happy and communicative. How could you not have a good romantic relationship with the best friend you’ve ever had. Especially when he’s as good looking as JHope.

“Well then why have you been letting me date all these duds when I could have been dating you all along?” You playfully flicked him on the chest.

Jhope’s smile was a slow one as he realized what you said likely meant.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to date me?” He formally asked.

“Absolutely I do.” You answered with a smirk.

Jhope’s eyes brightened. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you suddenly got very nervous, the good kind. “Yes,” you answered with much less confidence than the previous question.

First JHope’s thumb swiped over your bottom lip, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips. As soon as he started to lean in you closed your eyes, mostly because you were nervous.

His lips were just as warm and soft as you’d always imagined. The kiss ended far too quickly for your tastes, and apparently he also regretted ending it because no more than half a second after you had separated he said “Can I kiss you again?”

You smiled, opening your eyes and seeing his beautiful face. Eyes still closed, eyebrows furrowed from the previous kiss.

“Please,” you responded, closing your eyes again and leaning back in.

Jimin

You knocked on Jimin’s door after yet another disastrous date. This time with a man who had claimed he was an entrepreneur when really he was just knee deep in an MLM. And when you’d refused to kiss him he’s gotten indignant and angry. You almost shut his damn hand in your car door. The nerve.

Jimin opened the door smiling when he saw you but then his face quickly fell, “Y/N! What are you doing here? Wait…aren’t you supposed to be on a date?”

“It was horrible Jimin! Another absolute dud!”

He stepped back and let you into his apartment. You were here often enough that you knew where to find a spoon and ice cream. Ice cream that was always your favorite flavor and you could tell he never touched and clearly was in his freezer just for you and nights like this.

Once you were settled on his comfy couch, leaning back, with your legs draped over his you told him all about the most recent terrible date. He gasped at all the right places and rolled his eyes at all the right places and dissed the dude at all the right places. Ugh. He was the perfect best friend. The perfect best friend who also happened to be uncomfortably beautiful. Sometimes it hurt just to look at him, like your eyes wouldn’t quite allow themselves to focus. But you were letting yourself get distracted.

“Well sounds like a real loser and aren’t you glad you didn’t spend more than one date to figure that out?” Jimin responded after hearing the whole dreary affair.

You sighed loudly, “I guess so. I’d just love to go on a date that wasn’t absolutely terrible for once.”

Jimin signaled for you to turn around so he play with your hair, which he knew relaxed you. You turned around and fought the urge to just fully lean back into his chest.

As he gathered your silky hair in his hands he said, “Y/N these men just don’t deserve you, they don’t deserve your attention and stress.”

“Oh Jimin you always say that. According to you no one deserves me! How will I ever find someone if they’re all beneath me?”

There were a few moments of silence while Jimin gently braided your hair before quietly saying “I’d like to deserve you.”

Thankfully you weren’t facing him, your eyes widened in shock and your cheeks blushed furiously. You didn’t know how to respond and accidentally left his confession lying out in the cold air.

“I just think, I mean I know, I would work hard for you and try my best to be the best boyfriend. I would always listen to you and take care of you and care about you and calm you down and…I would try so hard for you. You deserve someone who wants to try for you. I would do that.”

His speech brought tears to your eyes and you finally got the courage to turn around and face him.

“Oh no! Did I make you cry!? I didn’t mean to I just…” Jimin started but you stopped him before he could finish apologizing for being the absolute sweetest man on the planet.

“Shut up and kiss me Jimin.”

And so he did, a kiss that was fiercer than you expected for such a soft declaration. A kiss that implied a lot of patient waiting behind it. But you were so glad he had waited.

You’d just come home from the worst date in….well in at least the last couple of months. And that was a hard title to get. You’d been going on at least a date a week in the last 6 months, desperately trying to find a solid person and relationship. There had been a few okay dates, but wow, a lot of terrible ones. You tried to laugh off the bad ones but the past four or five have been so appalling that they just made you come home depressed.

So you did what you always do when you’re trying to process but you come home to an empty apartment and no one to talk to. You post about it on your insta stories. Sure it’s not the greatest way to do it but you always get lots of validation from your other friends about how men are terrible and that’s what you really wanted right now.

Well…that’s one of the things you wanted right now. But what you really, really wanted was something you didn’t like to admit even to yourself. You really wanted your best friend, Taehyung to see our insta story and finally realize that he wanted to date you so you could stop going out with all these schlucks. So after posting your story you checked every few minutes to see if he had seen it. About 10 minutes after posting you saw that he had viewed it. This gave you at least some satisfaction, but he didn’t even send a message about it. Dang.

You got in your sweats and decided to get on the couch, cuddle your dogs and watch your comfort show for the umpteenth time. About 10 minutes into the show there was a knock at the door. Who could be at your house at this hour? Your dogs were just as confused as you were and barked up a storm. But then you heard a “don’t worry it’s just me” come from behind the door.

Once your dogs heard V’s voice (they’re obsessed with V) they stopped barking and started whining, waiting for you impatiently to let him in. You opened the door to see V wearing a perplexed face.

“What the hell is up with all these terrible dates you’ve been having? I can’t stand it anymore Y/N!”

“You can’t stand it!? Look at me! I’m in my PJ’s watching Netflix while I should be out there getting sexed up by some beautiful man. But here we are.”

V pushed past you and into your house, “I couldn’t agree more.”

You closed the door and followed him as he made himself at home in your front room. You and V had been good friends for a while, long enough for your dogs to love him, long enough for him to know the layout of your kitchen cupboards and where you kept your extra blankets. And long enough for it to seem like perhaps the moment to try for anything other than friendship had passed.

V sat on the couch and looked at you with a determined look on his face. “So, what are we going to do about it?”

“We!?” You laughed at him, “since when are you suddenly part of this process?”

“Well I think I need to be part of this process, since you’re obviously not figuring it out. Sit down and let’s figure out how to find you a, what did you say? A beautiful man to sex you up?”

You laugh and sit next to V. “That’s the idea.”

“How about this for a brainstorm, let’s both write lists of the kind of man we think would be perfect for you and then compare them. You must have a defective list, which keeps landing you defective dates.” He pulls out his phone and motions for me to do the same.

You sigh loudly, “Fine.”

“Alright, three minutes and then we’ll swap lists.”

The three minutes were more or less agonizing. You wanted to be honest in my list it would it be painfully obvious that you were largely describing V? You decided to just throw caution to the wind and be honest. By the end your list mostly looked like a list of qualities you liked about him. Some of them even referred to specific experiences you’d had together. But you figured you’d be reading them out loud to each other, so you could self-edit to make it seem less like you were pining for him.

A beeper sounded.

“Time’s up! Hand your phone over!” V shouted with he voice of some kind of game show host.

My eyes widened, but before you could protest he’d grabbed your phone out of your hand and shoved his in yours.

It took you a moment to be able to effectively read anything on the screen because you were just freaking out about the fact that he was reading yours. But then your eyes glanced at the bottom of the list and you saw the last thing on his list.

‘Me’

Your eyes shot up to him. As soon as your eyes were on him he looked up at you.

“Did you read it already?”

“Not all of it, but I did catch a glimpse of the end.”

“Well? What do you think? Whose list do you think is better?” He asked trying to be suave but you knew him well enough to sense his nerves, waiting for your answer.

“I think both lists are the same. I was just describing you in my list V.”

He smiled, “I was hoping so. I couldn’t imagine you’d had an incident in an ice cream shop with anyone else quite as specific as the one you’d described here.”

There was an awkward silence while you both tried to decide what to say or do next.

“So…are you going to delete all those dating apps?” He asked, waving your phone in front of you.

“Absolutely, in fact, I’ll let you do the honors,” you bowed and gestured toward your phone, presenting it to him.

His eyes lit up with something like maniacal glee. “If I get the deleting honors, then I also get to read through your message threads on them. Just so I can know exactly who to compare myself to in the future. You know, to keep reminding you that you made the right choice dating me,” he quickly starts scrolling through the first dating app he finds.

You shriek and try to take the phone away from him but he has already starting reading out some particularly embarrassing flirty messages and you’re quickly laughing too hard to fight back. You decide to just give in. You lay your head on his shoulder while he scrolls. His free arm snakes around your shoulders and you wrap your arms around his waist, melting into his side.

“You really did write a good list V,” you closed your eyes and smiled, breathing in his scent and feeling relaxed for the first time in months.

Jungkook

You’re not really sure how you got yourself in this situation. You were on a second date with a guy you’d had misgivings about on your first date but you couldn’t point to anything concrete so you gave him the benefit of the doubt and accepted a second date.

40 minutes into the second date at a bar near your house and it was becoming obvious what your misgivings had been about. This guy was handsy, and while you were generally comfortable shutting men down your date was just drunk enough to not really understand that you were shutting him down and kept boxing you in, not letting you leave.

Just as you were about to flag down the bartender to help you out of your situation you saw a finger tapping on your date’s shoulder. What was happening?

You looked behind your date to see your lifelong best friend Jungkook. Wait, Jungkook? What was he doing here?

Your date turned around and looked at Jungkook, “What do you want?” He asked testily

“I want you to step away from Y/N and then walk your ass right out of this bar. I’ll even pay your tab for you, which based on the smell of your breath must be pretty high. Just get the hell out of here and keep your hands to yourself.” JK spoke evenly only thinly veiling his anger.

“Or what?”

Instead of answering, Jungkook kept his eyes on my date while grabbing a couple of walnuts from the bowl of nuts on the bar. He raised his hand in front of my date’s face and cracked the walnuts one-handed. “I don’t think you want to know the or what,” he glowered, his anger bubbling to the surface more obviously.,

My date looked at me, “Who does this guy think he is?”

I answered before Jungkook could get any angrier “he’s my best friend and I’d listen to him if I were you. And until you learn how to understand the word no please lose my number.”

After glancing between you and JK for a few seconds your date finally decided to give in and leave. “You’re a fat bitch anyway,” he murmured to me as he left. I had stand in front of JK to make sure he didn’t jump the guy.

“He’s not worth it Jungkook, I know I’m not a fat bitch. Just let him go.”

Once he’d left JK and I sat down at the bar. “What the heck are you doing here?” I asked him.

“I was just checking on you…you had told me you got bad vibes from this dude and honestly I didn’t trust him. I know you can take care of yourself and all but…”

“No, I’m glad you came JK. I like to think I can always take care of myself, but I was in a pretty tight situation there. I really needed you.” You looked at your best friend with grateful eyes. What would you do without him? Why couldn’t he just date you so you’d never have to have these bad dates again?

“I’m always here for you Y/N. I always have been and I always will be.” Jungkook put his hand on top of yours and looked in your eyes. It gave you just enough courage.

“Have you ever thought…have you ever considered…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish your question.

“About whether we should date?” He finished, still looking at you earnestly.

“Yeah.”

“I’ve definitely thought about it. And I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I came here to check on you because I was at least a little bit jealous. Especially when you didn’t even have that great of a time with him on the first date. How can a douche like that get a second date when I can’t even bring myself to tell you how I feel?” Jungkook confessed too quickly for him to regret it.

“And I’d be lying if I said that I’ve often thought about how stupid it is that I have to try to date a bunch of terrible men when all I want to do is spend time with a perfect one like you.”

We both smiled at each other for a moment, those goofy smiles you get when something wonderful has happened and you can’t quite believe it yet.

“Do you want to go back to my place…for some ramen?” JK asked mischievously, with a boyish glint in his eye.

“Definitely,” I answered with a smile. “But can it also include actual ramen? Because I am honestly hungry,” I laughed nervously, in anticipation of the non-ramen eating activities he was suggesting.

“I guess we can eat some actual ramen first. It will give us the strength we need…” he winked, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the bar to what became the best first date of my life. And hopefully the last.

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