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whiskeynwriting · 2 months
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Good Soldier
Captain John Price x Female Reader
Word Count: 3.6k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)
Age gap (20ish years - it’s so delicious), secret relationship, alcohol consumption (Price is drunk), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, brief spitting, mentions of oral (m receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting. 
A/N: Drunk daddy Price babyyyy YESSS
Also, ty SO much to @thesleepingmusicneek for proof-reading this. I wrote this at 3am on a random whim and it was embarrassing how many errors it originally had🥲😂
Also also, I completely forgot to post this on Monday 🙃
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It’s early in the morning when he wakes you, rough hands pawing at the covers and soon your chest. At first, you’re not sure what’s going on; all you can feel is the weight of his body on top of you, the rough scratch of his facial hair rubbing over your face and neck. His back arches forward, curling around you, arms strong in their embrace. 
“Price?” Your voice is quiet and wispy, rough from sleep.
“Don’t call me that.” Comes his immediate response. “You know my name.”
And you smile at that, a sinister little smirk he can’t see through the darkness. He’s too busy pushing his lips against your cheek to notice it, anyway. 
“Sorry, sir.” That smirk is everlasting, body resting against the mattress as John works his way to your bare skin. “Didn’t realize it was that kind of moment.”
“Why the fuck else would I be on top of you?” He’s snarling, finally ripping your top from your body so he can grab a fistful of your tit. Breathing heavily, his mouth hangs open beside your cheek before closing with a deep inhale. The entirety of his presence is clouded with the smell of cigar smoke and whiskey, nothing you’re surprised by. And you’re not sure if your body is so limp and pliant because of your sleepy state, or your unwavering desire for him. 
“Wish you came tonight.” He then says in a rare moment of sweetness, almost cuddling into your body. 
“You told me not to.” Finally turning your head toward him, your noses meet, brushing over the other’s. “Don’t need your boys seeing us interact…” 
He frowns at this, your repetition of his earlier words. You’d wanted to go out with him, with all of them, but John was getting paranoid. He already felt like all eyes were on him when it came to you. Every chance he got, he went easy on you, gave all the hard paperwork to the other recruits, let you take as many breaks as you’d like during training, even made a habit of calling you into his office one too many times throughout the day. 
Reaching forward, John grabs your jaw, fingers pinching into your cheeks. That authoritative tone then makes an appearance as he demands slowly, quietly, “Behave.”
And that makes your cheeks run hot, a girlish little smile forming on your lips. Innocently, you reply with a whisper of, “Just repeating your own words, sir.” 
“Christ, you’re a sassy little thing.” With one quick motion, the hand on your face dives down to your thigh, squeezing its softness before moving to your ass. But even though he sounds genuinely annoyed, he’s still pulling on your panties, and it’s now that you realize he’s without his shirt. His chest presses down against your own, firm and full of hair and fuck if that didn’t turn you on more than anything. 
“Say my name,” He requests, mouthing at your neck. John is beyond sick of hearing that title, specifically when it came from your lips. He liked giving you this piece of him, liked creating this intimate space. 
Burning in the best of ways, his beard scrapes against your skin, soothed by the soft press of his lips. John seemed to be entranced by your entire presence, in the way you smile, the way you move. He’d never felt a sensation so ravenously delicious before he met you, so intensely carnal. 
Dropping his head down, John’s lips find your chest, mouthing at your soft slopes. It’s now that you fully give in, hands rising to either side of his face while arching into his touch. Both of those strong hands come up to grab you, too, molding your tits to fit perfectly in his palms. 
“John,”
“There we go,” With a broad smile, he praises you. “There’s the good girl I know.”
Those words make your head spin, make your center pulse and your body run hot. He knew what words like that did to you, even in the most mundane situations. You each had your triggers, particular words or phrases that made you weak in the knees and absolutely dumb in the head…
John liked to be called captain on the field, and when he heard you address him by said name, he had to fight the hard-on growing in his pants. But in bed, he liked John, he liked giving you that piece of him. And you, you fought for his attention, for the reward that made your eyes shine like stars in the sky - his praise. There have been too many times where John commended you for your hard work, even in front of the others, speaking words so innocent that no one but you could interpret otherwise. Good soldier, strong girl, even his favorite recruit. 
Days with extra praise ended with John pulling you into the locker room, bodies sweaty and sore but desperate for the other’s touch. He’ll lift you against the lockers, cold and rough against your back but it’s hard to notice when he shoves his cock between your legs. Heavy breaths and deep, quiet moans fill the smaller space, John’s sweat dripping onto your body. And you cling to him, too, with every limb you have, face burying into his neck to kiss and lick his sweat-slick skin. It happened often, way too fucking often. 
Other days, when he wouldn’t see you as much, that’s when he’d call you into his office. Little is said when this happens, John’s strong arms manhandling you over the side of his desk. He’d yank your cargos down and spit on you from behind, rubbing his fattened tip over your delicate lips. 
At times, he’d take you in the shower, too, his strength preventing you from slipping. Sometimes it’s up against the tiled wall, but more often than not, he took you from behind. Your cheek would press up against the cool tile, John’s front pressed firmly to your back. Shower sex was usually a more sensual experience, John’s hands roaming your body with an incredibly loving touch, lips obsessing over your jawline and neck. You’d sway back against him, feeling him throb inside your body while steam filled the room. You only got away with this when it was late, when no one else was in the room. 
But fucking in your room, this is new. 
“Perfect fucking tits,” He’s nibbling on your nipples now, wrapping his lips around them and sucking harshly. 
As if it’s your natural instinct, your hips rock up toward him, your blood rushing with excitement when he finally moves to settle his pelvis between your legs. It’s clear that he’s completely wasted, his movements both erratic and sloppy, but that’s never stopped him before. If anything, it makes everything that much more enticing to you. Even in his inebriated state, he wants you, he finds you. 
“Gorgeous girl, my gorgeous girl.”
With an intrigued grin, you return with, “Yours?” 
And that’s when his head shoots up, face inches from yours when he declares, “Mine.” Grabbing your jaw in one hand, he stares into your eyes as best he can with the darkness surrounding him. 
“You think any of those others boys will fuck you like I do? Think they’ll take care of you like I do?” His head tilts as he asks you this, free hand dipping to the space between your legs. “You’re my girl…” And then, his eyes are drifting down, watching the pad of his finger trace the damp trail on the center of your panties. “My good little soldier…”
“John,” The whimper that comes out sounds helpless, and he likes it that way. Lifting his head alongside a sweet smile, John leans in, finally reuniting your lips. He’s got you now, and he knows it. 
It’s been a few days, nearly an entire work week since you’ve last had each other. John was out with the task force for most of it, using tonight to celebrate a successful mission. And while it’s amazing he’s able to do that, amazing that he led another successful operation, to say you missed each other was an understatement. 
The hardened muscles of John’s chest press into you, pelvis grinding between your legs while he kisses you breathless. The hand on the back of your head keeps your mouth against him, his eyes closed in bliss. And when you moan, that liquor-soaked tongue takes advantage, shoving its way into your mouth and he’s moaning when you reciprocate the action. 
“Let me fuck you.” That raspy voice says, hands already on his pants. Looking up at him, you nod, no longer feeling like the fearsome soldier you know you are. With him, you can be soft. 
His own words prompt John to lean back then, undoing his belt and side-stepping out of his jeans. It’s quite the sight, watching this large, muscular man undo his jeans while towering above you. The bed dips with his weight, and you feel a brief chill in his absence. But it’s not for long. 
He doesn’t even bother taking your panties off, just slides them to the side before cramming his fingers into you. It makes you moan, makes you shriek when he curls them. And then you’re grasping at his shoulders, scratching over his freckled skin. Your captain doesn’t start slow, it’s quick and firm, the way he fucks you with two digits. 
“J-John, baby.” 
“Hush.” Is all he says before quieting you with his mouth, moaning into your throat when he finally tastes your tongue. “God, you’re so good like this.” Taking a breath, he shakes his head, scissoring his fingers into your dripping cunt. “Such a good fucking slut when you’re like this.”
“Fuck me,” Your eyes are rolling back, earning a proud grin from your partner. Is he your partner? Has it grown that deep? 
Before your sleepy mind can even comprehend it, he’s replacing his fingers with his cock, his head popping in. At such an early hour, it’s almost impossible for you to have a single coherent thought in your pretty little head, other than the sensation of his girth filling the space between your legs. It’s heady, and he’s heavy, throbbing against your warmth when you release such a cute little squeak. 
“Christ, just give it to me.” He grumbles above you, the scent of liquor and cigar smoke wafting through the room. That scent just does something to you, especially when you watch him smoke. Late at night, you often fantasize about blowing him while a cigar hangs from his mouth; maybe another time. “Ngh, just lay there while I take this tight little pussy.”
It fills you so completely, his warmth consuming your being. Every time you take him, it’s a perfect stretch, not enough to hurt but just enough to sting. Your hands don’t leave his shoulders, either, clinging to him and urging him down, closer to your skin. Happily, he complies; he’s been waiting for this all night. 
“Fuck, I wish you were there tonight.” John repeats, feeling you bite into his neck. “I really do.”
He tries desperately to keep his composure but he can’t, not when you’re squeezing him so sweetly, warm walls wrapping around him so tightly. It’s mere seconds before he’s moving his hips, not allowing you to take in the full sensation of him. 
“What if the boys see me?” Your question is breathy, lips kissing the hinge of his jaw and whining when he sinks back into your heat. 
“Y’know, sometimes princess…” Leaning back, John grabs onto both of your hips, staring down at you. And the window allows you the perfect view, far off street lamps illuminating the room. “I wish they would.” 
It’s then that he’s pulling your body back and forth onto his pelvis, forcing you to meet his movements. He can’t help but pound into your soft body, sinking in as deeply as he can. And wouldn’t you know it, the old man is already panting, blue eyes staring down at you with voracious desire. 
“Fuck, it’s so good. You make me feel so good, so fucking good.” John’s words, his moans, they’re louder than you’d anticipated they’d be. And honestly, it feels amazing to be able to do this to him; to be such a young woman and have this captain’s attention. 
“Baby…” Whining quietly, your hands reach back, holding onto the pillow beneath your head. It’s all you can do, really, while your body rocks against him with every thrust he gives. And John didn’t just plow into you, no… his hips swayed, plunging deep, hitting hard. “Please.” 
“Taking it so good for me, lovie.” You’re practically on display for him. With your arms raised, it leaves your entire torso vulnerable, presenting your body, as if to say use me, use me however you want. 
“Bragged about you today, princess.” 
“W-What?” The way your hips rut against him forces a groan from his throat, brows furrowing. 
“My good little soldier,” He explains, breathless, running a gentle hand down the skin of your stomach. “How well she’s done, how strong she is…”
“They’re,” Laughing briefly, you sigh. “They’re gonna figure it out.” 
“It’s like I told you… I don’t know if I care anymore.” Glancing down at your chest, John watches the way your tits bounce with his movements, the way your nipples harden when he leans in to spit on them. “Perfect fucking girl…” 
“Baby, please.” You don’t know what you’re begging for and John knows it’s just because he’s fucking you dumb, hitting that delicious spot deep inside your cunt. “Please, more.” 
With all your strength, you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, watching the reaction it pulls from him. Letting go of your hips, he lays both palms flat on the bed, dropping down to your chest. The moan that comes from John’s mouth is deep and needy, resting his face between the slopes of your breasts. He was such a sucker for that move. And that, combined with your sweet begs for more, please, John’s picking up his speed. The bed begins to rock from it, your hands leaving the pillow and finding the back of his neck and head. 
“Gorgeous fucking thing,” He says, kissing your nipple. “Sweet little girl… all for me.”
The way he moves is utterly devastating to your body, your nerves alight with that wonderfully erotic heat. Every time felt like the first with him, so passionate and erratic, quick movements and forceful kisses. He just wants you, wants to fuck you full until he physically can’t, to mark you from the inside out. 
“I fucking love it, I love this, baby.” The way your nails scratch down his back makes him shiver, strong legs supporting his body as he plunges between your legs. “You’re right.”
“I’m right?” John immediately asks, heavy breaths damp against your cheek. 
“You, you take care of me.”
And that fills him to the brink with pride. He really does try to, he always has the best intentions in mind when it comes to you. 
“Yeah, I do… because what am I, sweetheart? Who am I?” 
Fuck, you knew he’d bring this up. You fucking knew it. Of course he held onto that, your slip up from last week, before he left for the mission. But honestly, you haven’t been able to let go of it, either. The name left your lips in quiet pleas throughout the week, playing with yourself and imagining it to be him - in bed, in the shower, after workouts in the gym. And you wouldn’t have even thought of whispering that title if it hadn’t spilled from your lips the night John left. 
“I asked you a question.” He demands, punctuating it with a sharp shove. 
“Daddy.”
“Fucking Christ.” It punches out of his chest, the muscles in his body flexing to their limit. Both hands find your skin then, one securing to your hip, the other holding the back of your head. Leaning in, John rests his face against your neck, moaning freely. 
“Again.” 
“Daddy, please.” Your fingers rake through his hair, stinging his scalp when you pull on the shorter strands. “Please.” 
Tossing your head back gives him perfect access, his teeth digging in. Here, John sucks on your skin, rutting his hips against yours hard enough to slap against your ass. It rings throughout the room, alongside your collective chorus of pleasure. And he drinks in every little noise you make, every cute whimper that slips from your mouth. 
“Daddy.”
“I love it,” He can feel you sucking him in, can feel the way your slick drips down his shaft. “Oh Christ, I love that. I take care of you, yeah?”
“Yes, yes and,” Swallowing dryly, you sigh. “I wanna take care of you.” 
Together, your hips grind against each other, forcing him in as deep as he can get. Here, he pauses, breathing against your mouth before biting at your lower lip. 
“Yeah?” John questions, hand lifting so he can pull at your bottom lip with his thumb. “And how’re you meant to do that, hm?”
Moving slowly, your captain trails his facial hair along your cheek, your jaw, breathing airily against your neck. It runs a flurry of shivers down your neck and chest, arousal curling tightly in your abdomen. 
“I want you in my mouth.” Finally, you admit it. 
“Oh,” His surprised chuckle makes you feel hot in the face, sheepish. “What an offer that is. But… it’s not gonna happen, not tonight.”
“Why?” It’s a full-on whine; you can’t help it. With how wonderful he feels inside your cunt, you can’t even imagine how delightful he’d feel on your tongue. His heavy girth filling your mouth, leaking down your throat. 
“When I’m inside you, princess, feeling you raw,” Now, that ravenous pace returns, that broad body leaning back again to grab at your waist and ass. “I’m not pulling out, not until I’m done with you. And you want daddy to cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, baby. Yes…” 
Releasing a harsh grunt, John continues his movements, rutting into your core and throbbing against your welcoming warmth. 
“Can feel you dripping down my dick, sweetheart. You wanna cum?”
“John,” Arching up toward his body, you release a high gasp. “Yes! I want more, daddy, please. Please, I want more!” 
“Oh, god, you just love it, don’t you?” Snarling, John runs his nose up the column of your neck, taking in your scent. “My lovely little girl wants my dick, doesn’t she?” 
He’s whispering in your ear now, listening to your shrill cry of yes while your hand is grabbing at his ass, pulling him further into you. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, he’s grabbing your face and shoving his mouth over your own. It’s rough, mostly tongue and teeth, feeling overcome by his desire for you. 
John can feel every twitch of your velvety inner skin, can feel the way your slick drips down his balls. Christ, you get so wet for him, so wet for such an older man. 
“So sweet for me,” John huffs beside your cheek, kissing your soft skin obsessively. “Tight as a fucking virgin, aren’t you?” 
In the darkness of your room, your body rocks against the mattress, feeling John’s weight keep you down. All you can hear is his voice, his grunts and groans. All you can feel is the firm warmth of his body, his hot breath, his skin damp with sweat. 
“Cum for me,” Comes your small whimper, wanting to feel him inside you, wanting to know he’s inside you. “Please, John.” 
“No, I need you.” He insists, reaching down between your bodies. Here, his fingers toy with your clit, circling it, squeezing and rubbing it. “C’mon, princess.” John requests, lips beside your ear as he groans. “Cum on this fucking cock.”
“Fuck,” It comes out as a whisper, eyelids pinching shut with your lips falling open. 
“Feeling my little soldier… squeezing around my cock.”
“John, John.” The way he touches you makes you see fucking stars, a delicious little heat burning up through your belly. 
“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” John can feel the way you spasm around his length, the way your breathing becomes shallow and erratic. “C’mon, lovie, be good for me. Cum on my cock, cum like you're supposed to. Just make a mess on me.” 
“I’m gonna,” You reply, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Then, your body relaxes, hips jerking up in an involuntary act. And when John feels it, that hot rush of liquid on his pelvis and lower abdomen, he all but loses his goddamn mind. 
A groan punches from his chest, stuttering out through his mouth. Your girlish shriek forces his eyes back, feeling you tear skin with how hard you’ve scratched him. And he can’t wait for the boys to ask, he genuinely thinks he’ll tell them this time. Because… it won’t be the first time they’ve inquired about the marks on his back. 
At this point, he can’t hold back, he’s grunting into your neck while he absolutely floods your heat. Every spurt is accompanied by a sharp jerk of his hips, his body tensing and flexing and he’s doing everything he can to keep from falling on top of you. His arms hold you, squeeze you, rubbing the hot slick of your cum over both your bodies. 
“Mm…” He’s groaning, laying lightly over your chest. Your wetness has bathed his lower stomach and pelvis, the sight and feel and smell driving him mad. “Baby…” 
Gently, lazily, he kisses your neck, eyes closed in contentment. And for a moment, you wonder if he’ll stay. You’ve spent nights together before, parting in the morning to fulfill your separate duties. But will he allow himself to leave from your room? To allow the possibility of someone seeing? 
“You’re so warm.” Caressing his back, you sigh, drinking in the intimacy of this moment. He’s still inside you, flaccid and just resting. Your combined slick begins to drip from your folds but neither of you seem to care enough to clean it up, not yet. 
After a few minutes pass, John releases a saddened breath, muffling into your shoulder, “Should I go?” 
“No,” Instantly, you’re tightening your hold on him. “Stay.” 
A cocksure grin forms on his face from that, eyes drooping with exhaustion. “You want me to stay?” 
“Yes,” It comes out as a small giggle, fingers now running through his hair. “Stay, John.”
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lundenloves · 9 months
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twogyuu · 11 months
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Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader
Synopsis: Perhaps you were both fonder of one another than you thought - it only took one night in the city founded on two forbidden lovers for the two of you to realize. 
Alternatively, Romeo and Juliet, but make it ATLA :P 
Genre: Fluff, crack, some angst, atla!au, Of Flames and Fate!couple, firebender!wonwoo (he bends blue fire!!!), bounty hunter!wonwoo, former general!wonwoo, waterbender!reader, southern water tribe princess!reader, earthbender!jeonghan, old man!jeonghan (jeonghan is oc’s caretaker), my cabbages guy!mingyu, they’re in Omashu
Warnings: Mentions of war/weapons/violence, profanity, food, injury with a cabbage cart, one sexual innuendo at the end, unedited (I wrote most of this at like 3AM 😭💀 I will go back and fix this so it flows better some day–)
WC: ~6k
A/N: For my biggest firebender!wonwoo agenda supporter, @wisteria-woo . She be knew from the beginning ✊
Loosely inspired by ATLA, Love Between Fairy and Devil, and Hotarubi no Mori e.
original drabble || when the sun kissed the moon
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The screen door slid open abruptly, the bright light of the morning sun spilling into the small room, taking Wonwoo by surprise. A basket of damp clothes in hand, you grumpily pushed past Wonwoo, without a care for the firebender. You bumped his shoulder roughly on your way inside, though it was hard to tell if it was purposeful or out of ignorance. The young man watched you curiously for a moment as you lugged the heavy hamper towards the backdoor. 
He figured you must’ve gone to the Common to do laundry at the fountain today and were just making your way back to hang the clothes in the courtyard of the hostel. Wonwoo did find it strange, however; you usually never went to town on your own without him (Jeonghan’s rules – not that he always wanted to nor did he mind these days) and as of late, he had been attempting to be more helpful – washing clothes being one of them. 
That said, it was clear to him that you were bitter today – and Wonwoo had an inkling as to why. 
Rushing to your side as you stepped over the threshold and onto the porch, he lifted the basket from the bottom to take some of the weight off your shoulders. Immediately, you stopped in your tracks and shot him a scowl.
“Can I help?” he offered you a small smile.
You only scoffed, though not refusing his help. You let go of your side, Wonwoo nearly stumbling forward with the additional weight.
Quietly, the two of you picked the damp clothing and flung them over the free space along one of the wires towards the end of the courtyard. Despite pretending to be interested in the worn beige blanket he had just pinned up, Wonwoo watched you carefully out of the corner of his eye. You were rather efficient today; like a robot only programmed to move from the drying line to the basket, furiously shaking out the clothes and blankets and clipping them to the wire. Your usual gentle and bright expression was replaced with a hardened look, the space between your brows creased. It worried Wonwoo that if you kept scowling for that long, your face might get stuck like that. 
Admittedly, it wasn’t a cute look on you. 
Silence ensued – only the slight breeze rustling the leaves of the tree overhanging the hostel and the occasional chirp of spring birds in the distance. The hostel was empty for the most part – the innkeeper and his wife were busy at the front calculating last night’s profits and cooking lunch. Most travelers had already taken off in the early hours of dawn and the few guests who extended their stay seemed to have business elsewhere during the day. 
When enough was enough, Wonwoo parted an opening past what he thought was Jeonghan’s trousers and one of your overshirts, invading your side of the barrier. 
“Can you at least acknowledge my existence?” Wonwoo asked. 
Face still stoic, you slumped your shoulders and let out a long, heavy breath. 
“Good morning, Wonwoo,” you said monotonously before marching off to your chore. 
“You’re still upset,” he noted. 
“And what’s it to you, bounty hunter?” you shot back. 
“It’s just a silly festival –”
“Stop.”
Your face hardened as you continued to stare at him. As the seconds pass, the corner of your lips downturned into a tight frown, the rage from yesterday clearly still fresh in your heart. 
“It’ll be fun!” you tried, leaning over the table, nearly knocking over your bowl of soup. It was fortunate Jeonghan was sitting next to you, the elder earthbender having impeccable reflexes for his age. His hand flew up immediately to slide the bowl back towards the center, sending you a warning look. 
While entering Omashu today, Wonwoo had noted the decorations going up around town. The marketplace was bustling, with several merchants selling rich fabric, gold-encrusted pendants, and treats – a rare sight for such exquisite and exclusive items to be sold in such a place. In particular, Wonwoo had noticed the massive array of animal masks hanging in various stalls, some clearly representing animals in the surrounding area, others more artistic and painted with bright shades of blues and reds. 
When he had asked about it, Jeonghan had explained the city was preparing for the Festival of the Badger Moles: an annual celebration of the birth of earthbending. Traditionally, people wore masks of the badger mole, but for the sake of festivities, within recent decades it has extended to other animals as well – mostly worn by children. There would be steam carts, live music, dancing, and goods being sold. 
To you, however, the Festival of the Badger Moles was merely a legend Jeonghan would tell you stories about for the both of you were never in Omashu whenever it happened. With the nature of Jeonghan’s profession as a freelance welder, the two of you moved around frequently. This would be the first time you were in the city during the festivities and you were eager to experience it. 
Though . . . that came Jeonghan’s condition that Wonwoo had to go with you. 
“I don’t know, Y/N,” Wonwoo shrank back at your suggestion. 
“Why not?” you pouted. “It’ll be a nice break from . . . everything. Time to breathe.”
“It’s . . . dangerous to be around a person like me,” Wonwoo tried to explain. 
“You’re with us, right now?” you frowned, not quite understanding where he was coming from. 
“No,” Wonwoo huffed in frustration. “Like out in public – in the masses. If you forgot,” he peered around to check for any listening ears and leaned in closer, lowering his volume. “I’m a bounty hunter, discarded son of the Fire Nation general . . . I’m a wanted man.”
You sat back on your heels, finally starting to understand – though, there was a tinge of selfishness in you that night. 
“We’ll be wearing masks?” you tried. 
Wonwoo only shook his head firmly. “It’s not safe – for me and you.”
You nodded in disappointment, though moments later turning to Jeonghan excitedly, a new compromise on the tip of your tongue. 
“No,” Jeonghan shot you down before you could even try. His tone was harsh, but his expression was serene as he sipped on his soup. 
“But–”
“My condition was that you’d go with Wonwoo, but Wonwoo doesn’t want to go,” Jeonghan laid out his rationale. “End of discussion.”
“Y/N,” Wonwoo tried. He took a step closer to you, but you took another one back. 
“It might just be a silly festival to you, but it’s important to me,” you muttered. You inhaled sharply and squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head to clear your thoughts. “I don’t expect anyone to understand, but it’s whatever,” you waved him off. “I know, Wonwoo – I understand. I’m just . . . upset at the situation, not at you.”
Wonwoo’s footing stuttered again as he extended a hand towards you. He was quick to stop in his tracks, his long fingers curling into a fist. His arm hung in the air a moment longer before he drew it to his side, muttering a quiet apology. 
“I just need some space for now,” you mumbled, taking your leave.
There it was again: the sudden urge to chase after you and pull you into an embrace and comfort you. The look of disappointment etching into your features made his heart ache because he knew none of this was your fault, yet you silently suffered the brunt of it. You were kind and carefree – admittedly a little naive at times, but your intentions were good. It was unfortunate out of all people, it had to be you. He only complicated the situation. 
Wonwoo wasn’t sure when he grew soft for you, but before he knew it, he was.
However, he knew better than to grow attached. 
You were the hidden daughter of the Southern Water Tribe Chief. 
He was the renounced son of the Fire Nation General – without a country and title. He was basically demoted to a righteous nomad at best. 
At least, nomads had a group of people to call home. 
Your lives weren’t supposed to cross; they were meant to run in parallel. Only this once where you needed one another would fate allow it for what seemed like a second in the infinite stream of time. 
. . . .
You couldn’t sleep well that night. 
You tossed and turned, the mat suddenly seemingly too thin and your mid-back ached from the floor boards. The early summer breeze whistled too loudly through the slits of the walls and did nothing to calm the sweltering heat of your room. It especially didn’t help that you could hear the festivities from the city – the occasional outburst of giggles of groups of girls passing by the inn, sparklers crackling in the distance. 
Giving into every little thing making you miserable tonight, you threw off your covers and pushed yourself up in bed and leaned against the wall between yours and Wonwoo and Jeonghan’s room. You twisted the base of your lamp, the flame inside flicking on instantly as you let out a long breath and rested your head up against the wall. 
It could’ve been you out there tonight. 
Alas, society had bigger plans for you, in which you couldn’t even enjoy the simple pleasures of life.
It wasn’t always like this.
In fact, it was only a few weeks ago when life was still simple: metalworker Jeonghan and his clumsy kid apprentice against the world – or more precisely, most of the Earth Nation. There just happened to be a quiet, but emotional, young man who followed the two of you around for a bit. 
You had yet to see the world. 
Though it was mundane, on days like this, you preferred it that way. 
There was no title of “chief’s long-lost daughter” or “princess” hanging over your head like a market sign painted red; no need to second guess everything you said or did in fear of revealing who you were. You kept your lips sealed and your thoughts locked away in your heart. 
The scariest part?
A heavy thud outside your window startled you from your late night musing – it almost sounded like someone threw a sack of potatoes on the wooden porch leading into your quarters. Your thoughts and unanswered questions long forgotten, you spun around to face the screen door and reached for your dagger in the wool knapsack at the foot of your bed. 
A silhouette of a man crouched on his knees fanned across your screen door. Jeonghan was always cautious. From a young age, he trained you for moments like this – “surprises” he called them, but not the good kind. How to attack, signals to send if he wasn’t there, where to meet him if they parted ways, etc. 
Though you knew it was for your own safety, not until recently, did it occur to you that it was because Jeonghan’s mission was to keep you alive as the Southern Water Tribe chief’s daughter. You begged to differ, but some viewed your life more worthy of gold than others. 
Just as you were about to knock against the wall to signal to Wonwoo and Jeonghan, the figure moved swiftly. The door slid open, his figure a blur. You blinked and Wonwoo was in front of you, one finger against his thin lips, and the other resting atop yours that was wrapped around the dagger. 
“Wonwoo?” you whispered, your heart sank. Relieved, you sat back on your heels. 
“Keep quiet,” he replied. He turned slightly to the room next door. 
“You scared me!” 
He smiled sheepishly. Realizing just how close the two of you were, he shuffled back to create some space. 
“Sorry.”
“What are you doing here?” you asked, eyes scanning his figure. His hair was matted against forehead, his usual form-fitting faded red suit and threadbare brown cloak traded for something a little more . . . familiar. “In Jeonghan’s clothes?”
You stared at him incredulously, the pitch of your voice going up with the end of the question. 
Wonwoo peered down at his (or rather Jeonghan’s) outfit, a beige undershirt and loose green vest, and tugged at the front.
“Looks classy, doesn’t it?” he asked cheesily. 
You scoffed and looked away. 
“I don’t want to waste any time since it’s already late so I’ll cut to it,” Wonwoo stood up, his long legs stretching high above you. Extending a hand in your direction, he tilted his head coyly and smirked. “Wanna go to town with me? For a silly festival?”
. . . .
Despite the festival being half over, Wonwoo had insisted on both of you wearing masks – for safety of your collective identities, of course, not for childish celebratory reasons. 
What would society think of the Southern Water Tribe princess running wild with the former lieutenant general of the Fire Nation military?
With the few coins in your silk pouch, you had hastily bought two at the first stall along the dirt road that came into view as you arrived in town: a white fox antelope one with red whiskers for him and a classic brown black badger mole one for you. 
Admittedly, however, it was probably a bad decision on Wonwoo’s part as you were impossible to keep track of. The design of your mask was rather unoriginal – it seemed as if every other person was wearing the same one. Not to mention, the straps of his own were thin and slippery, the knot undoing itself in the all the commotion of trying to keep up with you. 
You happily bounced from stall to stall in the marketplace, refusing to buy anything since you only had a few coins left, but mouth watering over steam buns and your eyes were wide with desire at colorful silk fabrics – the dye a rare deep shade of green. Over the drums and shouts, He thought he heard you muttering something about it being nice for making a new coat for Jeonghan.
It was cute, but tiresome. Wonwoo wasn’t sure how you had so much energy at such hours of the night. Then again, you had been waiting for this moment your entire life it seemed. 
You had taken off again and disappeared into the crowd, just as Wonwoo felt his fox antelope mask slipping off for what felt like the tenth time in the last hour. Annoyed, he pulled it off, holding it by the tails of the ties and ran in the same general direction he had seen you go. He whipped his head back and forth, keeping his eyes peeled for any signs of you. The streak of white in your hair that framed your face was hard to miss most days, but you had tucked it all into a bun and again, that damn badger mole mask. 
He grew anxious the longer he couldn’t find you. Each minute that passed meant another meter between him and you. Each meter made it harder to protect you if anything happened. Indeed you were supposedly destined to be a power waterbender, but currently, you were a very bad one. Your powers had been suppressed until recently and even then, you lacked the right scrolls and a competent instructor to harness your abilities to your best potential. Jeonghan shouting, "It's okay – just try again!" was rather not ideal.
Just as he was about to lose it, heat coursing down his arms, threatening to set the square aflame to just clear a way to find you, someone's hands wrap around his wrist. Wonwoo wondered just what beggar had the audacity to bother him now when he was busy. 
Turning around furiously, a short but impactful (and loud) lecture prepared on the tip of his tongue, he was met with a person in a badger mole mask. This couldn’t quell his worry nonetheless – he had a fifty-fifty chance it could’ve been you or some annoying kid who lost their parents. 
“Wonwoo?” the familiar sound of your voice echoed through the mask. You lifted it to get a better look at him. The sight of your plush lips, immediately bringing him relief. “Why aren’t you – oh!” 
The firebender quickly pulled you into a tight hug. His eyes fluttered shut as he let out a breath against the exposed skin between your shoulder and your neck. Goosebumps rose along your spine at the gesture and you stiffened, too stunned to speak. Wonwoo never initiated skinship with you, let alone attempted to get close to you physically and emotionally. During dinner, he always made a point to sit across the table. If you were camping out in the forest, you both slept on either side of Jeonghan. When conversations got too deep into his past, his replies grew curt or he’d politely ask you to change the subject. 
When walking up to him earlier, he seemed frazzled . . . maybe he was claustrophobic? Slowly and awkwardly, you raised a hand to pat his back in an effort to comfort him. You tried to look at him to get a better gauge of his mood to no avail. 
“Hey,” you said softly in his ear. “You okay?”
Immediately, Wonwoo separated from you and pulled his arms back to his side. That seemed to have been effective enough to stun him back into reality. You noted how his fox antelope mask is sitting in his hand rather than on his face. 
“Wonwoo?” you tried again. You took a step towards him.
For the third time tonight, Wonwoo took you by surprise again. He reached for your hand, slipping his fingers in between your own and giving you a tight squeeze. His touch full of affection and reassurance, but his surly expression suggested otherwise. 
“Don’t do that again,” he said harshly. He was quick to change his tone when he noticed the frown forming on your face, however. “Just . . . running off and around. I don’t want to hold you back tonight, but I just need to be able to be close to you in case anything happens. Okay?”
You nodded, mumbling a small apology. 
“I-I’m sorry for startling you,” Wonwoo stuttered in reply. He wasn’t used to apologizing, let alone for something so seemingly miniscule. “I was just . . . worried.”
It was out of concern, duty, and promise to Jeonghan, yet there was something about the way he held your hand and the tone of his voice that made your heart skip a beat when it shouldn’t have. Your face grew warm realizing he was still holding your hand. You wondered if he could feel the slick of your sweat forming on your palms. 
A beat passed with bated breaths, the moment seemed to last an hour though it was fleeting for the life of the party that surrounded the both of you.
Realizing that he was still holding on, you quickly found an excuse to pull your hand away from him. It was nerve-wracking and not good for your heart. 
“Let me help you with your mask,” you announced. You peered up at him briefly, offering him a tight smile, then reaching down to take it from him. 
Wonwoo complied, nodding slowly and leaned over so you would have better access to his face. You didn’t expect him to come so close; you shrank back on instinct, eyes instantly flying to his lips sitting fingers-width away from yours. You silently scolded yourself for having such a reaction – letting your mind go there. Unconsciously pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, you lifted the mask to his face, making sure the parts aligned with his face. Your hands reached behind and twisted the strings together. Without much choice, your fingers carded through his hair as you tied off the bow, the tips of his hairs at the nape of his neck grazing against your skin. 
“Done,” you announced as you tightened the knot. 
He whispered a soft ‘thank you’ and stood up straight again. He reached over and pulled down your badger mole mask over your face. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you’d like to imagine his eyes were narrowed in concentration as he adjusted it to better fit your face. 
“Shall we?” Wonwoo extended his hand once more. 
Your eyes flickered to his hand and then back to him; silently wondering if he was sure about all this hand holding thing. 
As if he read your mind, he chuckled heartily and grabbed your hand. He didn’t say anything else; Wonwoo just turned around and gave you a sight tug, urging you to start walking next to him. Your footing stuttered a bit, knocking into his back slightly. You were quick to straighten yourself out and regain your footing to walk properly again.
This wasn’t the night at the Festival of the Badger Moles you were expecting – it was better (though you’d never voice that aloud). 
. . . .
“You should wear this one,” Wonwoo said, gently shaking your interlocked hands. 
You spun around from the display you were looking at to see him holding a gold encrusted pin with a jade crystal at the end. It was simple, but elegant. He handed it over to you, the accessory much heavier than you expected as you turned it in your palm. 
You shook your head. “It’s nice, but I can’t.” You handed it back to him to place it back where he got it from. 
“Why not?” he asked. 
“It looks expensive,” you chortled. You leaned over and gestured for him to come closer. In a hushed voice you mumbled, “Let alone, would it make sense for a water tribe girl to be wearing a treasured piece from the Earth Kingdom?”
“Nonsense,” Wonwoo insisted. He lifted the pin into the air and admired it himself, a fleeting thought in his mind of how nice it would look in your hair. “You’re basically an Earth Kingdom citizen with how long you’ve lived with Jeonghan.”
“No,” you waved him off. You were growing uncomfortable, your eyes darting to find another attraction to attend to. You spotted a cart of steam buns and took a few steps away from Wonwoo. “C’mon, let’s go get some food.”
Wonwoo pulled you back and slipped the pin into your bun. He was glad you secured the fox antelope mask well. For once, he didn’t have to hold back the stupid grin on his face that seemed to only be reserved for you. He could only imagine how nicely it complimented your complexion. The decoration was subtle, but when the flames of the torch crackled when the heat became too much, the jade glowed prettily and illuminated the gold handle. 
He wondered what it would look like under his blue flame. 
“Wear it for me then?” Wonwoo asked. 
As the minutes ticked by, the longer your hands were interlocked, the deeper you went into the city, the more your masks didn’t seem to be for the sake of privacy and safety, but to shield the feelings that painted both of your faces that neither of you could hold back that night. 
Surprise, embarrassment, nervousness, happiness . . . what did these feelings mean altogether? 
His words were apparent, yet seemingly cryptic. Each simple gesture and small request felt exponential. 
By no means was he getting on one knee and asking you to marry him, but wearing a hairpin by his request felt burdensome – a promise that couldn’t be kept. 
Once you left here, you weren’t simply a girl who roamed the Earth Kingdom anymore, but the Southern Water Tribe princess. 
When you didn’t reply, Wonwoo plucked it out of your hair and handed it to the stall owner. He pulled out a few coins to pay for it. 
“Wonwoo!” you exclaimed, a hand outstretched to stop the exchange from happening. The elderly woman running the shop halted and looked from Wonwoo to you, then to Wonwoo again. 
“It’s okay, I’d like to buy it,” Wonwoo explained. When the woman handed it back, Wonwoo perched it in your hair again. “At least for tonight, wear it. It makes it easier to keep track of you.”
Your shoulders slumped over, your heart slowing down for the first time tonight. 
So . . . it wasn’t out of affection. Bold of you to think it was. 
“I’ll give it back at the end of the night,” you muttered awkwardly. 
“No need,” he chirped as you crossed the street. 
“But–”
“Consider it a souvenir,” he explained matter-of-factly, though little did you know there was a gentle smile dancing on his lips behind the mask. “A keepsake from a firebender you once knew.”
It was only in the Earth Kingdom where Wonwoo and you could exist just as you are and together after all. 
Simply, a firebender and a waterbender. 
. . . .
You were a waterbender by birth, but an earthbender by heart. 
Wonwoo came to this conclusion as he stood to the side and watched you dance happily with the little boy in the town square. Stepping to the beat of the drums, you held onto the skirt of your tunic and placed your palm gently against the little boy and the two of you stepped counterclockwise. Though there was a lightness to your step, the way you moved your limbs were stiff and poignant, contrary to the fluidity of other waterbenders he has met. 
Had he met you under different circumstances, he would’ve never guessed you were one. It must’ve been from years of watching and combat training with Jeonghan, he figured. 
As the symbols clanged together, announcing the end of song, you bid the little boy goodbye. Giggling, you ran over to Wonwoo and took him by the crook of his arm and dragged him towards the center. 
“Join me,” you told him. 
“Y/N, I can’t – I don’t know this routine,” Wonwoo protested. He pulled his arm back, though you didn’t let go. 
“It’s simple,” you declared, “I’ll teach you.”
Wonwoo stood stiff and unmoving, pausing. The drum master began to beat his mallet against the canvas of the instrument again, announcing the next song again. You didn’t seem to be in a rush, however. You pulled him closer to the edge of the dance floor, undoing the knot of your mask and pulling it off to reveal shining, hopeful eyes. 
“Never heard of a firebender who can’t dance,” you teased. 
His eyebrow quirked, shocked that you even remembered. 
“If earthbending is about listening to your opponent, firebending is like dancing with the enemy,” Wonwoo explained as he stood next to you, angrily staring at the river – as if you stared hard enough, you could lift a droplet. It was shortly after Jeonghan had revealed the truth of your identity. Though there was still an element of disbelief, part of you wanted to put his word to the test. 
“Don’t you have anything you could compare waterbending to?” Wonwoo asked. 
“Not when I’ve never met another waterbender,” you grumbled. 
“Is that a challenge, princess?” Wonwoo asked in a low voice. 
You smirked and took two steps back. Following the other women in the crowd, you curtsied towards Wonwoo and extended a hand for him to take. 
And he accepted.
Facing the opposite direction, you stepped in line with him. “Just follow my lead.”
The two of you circled around each other, following the rhythm of the song. 
Two steps away, then three steps toward each other. You reached for Wonwoo’s hand, gently settling it in the small of your back in preparation for a spin. 
Like a light of a flame, however, the firebender seemed to have other plans. 
He pulled you close until your chests were flushed. He leaned in, trying to better see you through the slits of the mask. It was a full moon tonight – he could see the pearl-like orb reflecting off the corners of your own eyes. There was confusion, perhaps fear as well, that glistened in your wide gaze. 
Wonwoo didn’t like the way the mask limited his view. Without a thought, he tugged one end of the bow you secured earlier and the mask clattered to the concrete beside the both of you. A sense of satisfaction filled his chest, knowing that tonight, there was nothing in between him and you. 
His eyes traced along the bridge of your nose and rested on your plush lips that were held agape. Reaching up, he slowly traced your bottom lip with his thumb, then tapering off to the corner and following the curve of your cheeks. 
He smiled – they were warm like his own. 
Wonwoo felt the press of your hand against his chest, your throat bobbing up as you swallowed harshly. 
“It’s your turn to spin,” you stammered. 
He didn’t seem to be listening, mesmerized by something else – or rather someone, though you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. Wonwoo wasn’t holding on very tightly to you; rather, it was more of you who let yourself stay within his embrace, unwavering. When the flute reached its climactic note, you pushed him roughly and stepped away. 
He was supposed to twirl in the opposite direction, but his position was less than optimal for the move. His feet stumbled over one another and he sailed backwards as he started losing his center of gravity.
The music ceased as everyone watched on in terror.
There was a sickening crack of a crate, but thankfully, the landing was cushioned. Wonwoo wasn't sure by what, but it was better than landing on the concrete. 
"My cabbages!" a husky voice shrieked behind him. It was followed by a string of cursing. Wonwoo could make out the sound of your laughter nearby. 
He peeled open his eyes to find himself amidst a pile of wood and well, cabbages.
That would make sense. Cabbage were dense enough to hold his weight, but still soft enough to land a blow.
Wonwoo was rubbing the back of his neck when you suddenly came jogging over and grabbed his wrist.
"Run!" you hissed at him. A grin graced your face, tears from laughter steaming in the corner of your eyes.
For the first time in a long time, Wonwoo was happy.
. . . .
“Try it – they’re tasty,” you explained. You handed him the skewer with the last candied fruit.
He stared at it suspiciously to tease you, before peering up at you again. 
“Try,” you giggled, pushing his hand towards his mouth. 
After the cabbage cart accident, the two of you had decided to call it a night, purchasing some late night snacks at the edge of the festival and seeking refuge on a hill that oversaw the city. Though the celebration had come to an end, neither of you wanted to go back to the hostel just yet, hoping to hold onto the last few pieces of freedom and whatever was blooming between him and you. 
Since then the teasing and the laughter hadn’t stopped; Wonwoo even found himself chuckling along every now and then. The jokes cracked weren’t even funny, perhaps it was the sugar from all the candied fruit you bought, but at some point neither of you really knew what you were laughing about. 
Without knowing it, you both were running on giddiness, and just maybe, love. 
If Wonwoo could describe it, it was that same fluttery happiness and breathtaking feeling he had when he was seven and had a crush on his friend. She was a blurry memory, he couldn’t even remember what she looked like, but the emotions associated with her were timeless. 
“Thank you.” 
Wonwoo looked up to find you settling against the root of the tree next to him. You let out a long breath and rested your head against his shoulder. As if it was already second nature, Wonwoo shifted to better accommodate you and lifted his arm to wrap around your shoulder. You snuggled into his hold, molding yourself into his side. 
“Thank you,” Wonwoo replied. He pressed his lips into your temple. You tensed at the act, though quick to relax, eyes fluttering shut. 
“What are you thanking me for?” you mumbled. “You’re the one who snuck me out.”
Wonwoo hummed softly and looked off into the distance. The torches and lanterns around Omashu made it glow gold, reminding him of the  hairpin in your bun. The mailing system was even lined with colorful fabric, he could see. If he was quiet enough, he could still hear the lingering slivers of children shouting and hearty laughters in the distance. 
“Just . . . because,” Wonwoo replied. He paused. “I’m happy.”
He felt you snaking your arms around his waist, hands clasping together at his hip. 
“Can we just stay like this for a while?” you asked, lazily. “Happy?”
Closing his own eyes, he gave your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance. He relaxed against the tree and huffed. 
“Just for a little while.”
. . . .
Bonus:
“A little while” turned into the rest of the evening into the early morning. 
You woke first with sun shining through the leaves of the oak tree hanging overhead and blinding your sleepy vision. As you returned to reality, the birds chirping and shouts from the marketplace entering your ears, you slowly started to realize your current predicament. 
Wonwoo and you snuck out. 
Wonwoo and you spent the whole night together. 
Wonwoo and you fell asleep on the hill. 
Wonwoo and you didn’t go home.
Jeonghan. 
The two of you were so screwed. 
“Wonwoo!” you shook the said male, “Wonwoo! Wake up!”
He groaned, raising his limbs to stretch over his head, though his eyes remained sealed shut. 
“Wonwoo, we have to go,” you urged, “Jeonghan’s gonna murder us!”
It seemed as if the elderly earthbender’s named held some sort of deadly edge to it as Wonwoo’s eyes shot open and he too began scrambling. 
“Not a word about this to Jeonghan,” you warned him as you laced your hands together and took off in a run. “I’m never hearing the end of it if he knew I spent the night with you.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing?” Wonwoo teased. 
“Jeon Wonwoo!”
. . . .
“So,” Jeonghan stroked his beard. He paced back and forth in his and Wonwoo’s quarters while the two of you kneeled before him in apology. “You’re telling me that you woke up at the crack of dawn to go to town for soup ingredients, but you forgot your money pouch?”
“Yes,” you replied curtly. You nodded once, keeping your eyes trained on the floorboard.
“Interesting,” Jeonghan noted and turned to Wonwoo. “You don’t have anything to add, Mr. General?”
“I do not, sir,” Wonwoo answered. 
Jeonghan whipped out his wooden cane and pointed it in between your eyes. You startled, though you remained in your kneeling position. In the corner of your eye, you could see that Wonwoo was looking on anxiously. Jeonghan never resorted to corporal punishment with you . . . he wouldn’t now right?
Jeonghan extended his cane a little further and poked at your hip, causing a jingling sound. 
Not of bells that decorated your outfit, but rather . . . coins.
“Your pouch is full of money here,” Jeonghan said matter-of-factly. 
“Uh, she didn’t have enough,” Wonwoo added. 
Jeonghan cocked an eyebrow at the younger man and walked over, poking his hip as well. “And you didn’t think of lending her some? Also, why are you wearing my clothes? I admit, my sense of fashion is impeccable, but flame boy, this doesn’t really suit you.”
The both of you were running out of excuses as Jeonghan waited for a response. Per usual, it didn’t take much for you to crack under Jeonghan’s pressure – even when it was your idea to lie to him that Wonwoo and you went to town in the morning. 
“I’m sorry, Jeonghan!” you exclaimed. Your forehead was planted on the ground now. “Wonwoo and I went to the festival without telling you and then we fell asleep on the way home and are just coming home now. I’m sorry!”
There was a long pause before Jeonghan answered, or rather, he laughed at you. 
Slowly, you sat up, confused. Wonwoo looked equally as puzzled. 
The old man was hacking up a cough now, clutching his stomach in humor. 
“D-did I miss something?” you sank back on your heels. 
“No, silly girl!” Jeonghan managed to say in between breaths. He did his best to quell his laugh, though his shoulders still bounced happily. Wiping the corners of his eyes, he continued, “I told you were allowed to go if Wonwoo agreed to go with you, didn’t I? I was just pulling at your leg when I made you kneel.”
“Yoon Jeonghan,” you growled, preparing to launch yourself at the old man. 
Just as he was about to step out of the room, Jeonghan quickly added, “That said, neither of you are still allowed to sleep with each other as long as I am alive. I’ve never been a third wheel in my life and I’m certainly not starting now.”
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“He’s gonna be pissed.” Annie laughed as you told her about your plan. You shh’d her and opened your bathroom door that was connected to your bedroom and peaked your head around the corner and sighed relief that Jack was still sleeping.
You quickly but quietly shut the door once again and picked up the phone to talk to Annie once again.
“I know he is I can’t wait to get him.” You laughed. “But I’ll call you back and let you know what happens.” You told her before hanging up.
Pranks were a new normal in your shared house with Jack and this prank you were going to be sneaking out of the house at three in the morning.
Jack tended to be a light sleeper so he’d wake up confused and automatically assumed you were up to no good.
You wanted to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a “friend” now no normal person would believe that but Jack well he was just special let’s put it like that.
It was around 2:50 in the morning, you set an alarm on Jack’s phone to go off at 3am. You figured if you set the alarm on his phone he’d wake up almost instantly.
You quickly got back into bed and pulled the covers up and acted like you were going back to bed. About ten minutes later Jack’s alarm was going off.
He groaned and the bed started to shift as he tried reaching for his phone to turn it off.
“What the hell.” He grumbled and you took that as a sign to get up and make your way into your closet.
Jack placed his phone back down on the night stand and looked up at you. “What’s she doing?” He mumbled.
You purposely made loud noises in the closet and banged around and tossed around a few shoes to make it sound like you were getting ready. You had put on Jack’s favorite little black dress that you owned.
Upon leaving the closet you made your way into the bathroom. Jack was laying in bed watching your every room his eyebrows were furrowed together seeing you in a very, very short black mini dress.
You did your hair and did a simple makeup look to pull it all together. Once you were done you went inside your bedroom and turned on your lamp that was on your side of the bed and started putting on your heels.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Jack’s voice mumbled from behind you.
“What? You’re sleeping go back to bed Jack.” He smacked his lips. Although Jack was exhausted he knew damn well he wasn’t sleeping.
“I’m not sleeping I’m very much awake.” He stated. “Okay so go back to bed.” You told him.
“Where do you think you’re going Y/N? It’s 3 in the morning.” He paused. “And where are you going dressed like that? That’s my favorite dress.” He pouted.
He inspected you as you sprayed some perfume on your chest and around your body. He wasn’t sure what you were doing or where you were going but he was going to find out.
You went to speak but your friend Mark called you, you had told Mark about the prank the day before and he was totally in on it and was down to make it seem like you were going out to meet up with a guy.
“Oh hey.” You spoke into the phone with a smile on your face. “Oh hey.” Jack mimicked you. You rolled your eyes at him.
“I’m almost done getting ready and I’ll be heading over… oh he’s sleeping he’ll never know a thing.” Jack scoffed. “I’m very much awake!!” He yelled.
“Who is sleeping and where are you going? Who are you talking to.” Jack’s eyes squinted at you and gave you a questioning look.
“Yeah I’ve missed you too I can’t wait to see you again… yeah I have that dress on that you like.” You spoke into the phone. “What the fuck.” Jack said.
“Bring me your phone you aren’t going anywhere it’s 3 in the morning the only place you’re going is back to bed.” Jack demanded. “Jack, go back to bed if going to get food I’ll be back.” You told him.
“Food?!?” He laughed. “Where are you going Taco Bell? You aren’t going anywhere.” Jack stood up and made his way to your purse.
“What are you doing?” You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing.
“I’m taking your keys you can’t go anywhere without these.” He huffed and took your keys and put them into his pocket.
“Jack!” You laughed but Jack wasn’t having it his arms were crossed over his chest, his lips were formed into a pout and his eyebrows were scrunched together.
“Oh so you think you’re grown now? You think you can just go anywhere without me now?” Jack glared at you. “Jack I am grown!” You laughed.
“You’re cheating on me?” He blurted out.
“Because whoever he is I hope you know he doesn’t have anything on me. I’m a rapper, an actor a damn good kisser and I can fuck good.” He confidently admitted.
“Oh my gosh.” You giggled. “Just give me my keys I said I’ll be back.” You went to grab your keys from him but he pulled his arm back.
“Tell me what his name is.” He asked. “I’m not cheating on you! I just wanna go out and get something to eat.” You confessed.
“We have food here so you better go get something that can be tossed into the air fryer.” You smacked your lips and huffed. “Fine I’ll tell you what his name is.” His jaw flew open.
“So you really are cheating? That’s wild!” He yelled and his eyes were as big as saucers. He couldn’t believe it he never thought in a million years that’s you’d cheat on him.
“We were gonna get married, we were gonna go on a vacation next month! I even made you a playlist with a bunch of songs.” He rambled on and on.
You stood there with a smirk on your face you were honestly amazed at how much rambling he could do. “Are you done or are you finished?” You told him.
“Just give me the bad news.” He sighed in defeat. “So the guy I’ve been seeing is well his name is prank.” Jack’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Prank?” He asked.
“Yes as in your ass just got pranked!!” You giggled and took out the camera you were using to record him. “I should’ve known.” He mumbled.
“I got you good didn’t I.” You laughed and watched as Jack got back into bed and wrapped himself in the covers.
“Whatever babe I’m going to bed.” You shook your head at him and went to get back into the bed but Jack spread his legs out to stop you.
“What?” You went to speak. “Oh you think you can pull something like that on me but still expect for me to allow you to sleep in bed with me?” He stated.
“The couch is very much open.” He sassily replied you stood there with your jaw open wide. Jack leaned over in the bed and turned off the night lamp leaving you standing there in the complete dark.
“You can’t be serious?” You spoke into the darkness. “Babe, I’m dead serious.”
(This was requested by @harlowcomehome I hope you enjoy friend! And as well as everyone else)
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cherrychilli · 2 months
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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, established relationship, brief mention of phone sex, consensual somnophilia, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie
A/N: Hit shuffle and Miss you much by Janet Jackson came on. Let's just say the lyrics spoke to me.
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I just know that it feels wrong when I'm away too long it makes my body hot.
He can hear the difference in every soft huff of labored breath you release in the afterglow of your orgasm, a sound so sweet that he stills his own breathing to savor it clearly through the phone.
"You're gonna make me hard again if you keep that up", Steve warns, playful but there's some truth there too, stomach still warm and sticky with the pearlescent splatter of his own release.
You giggle back in response, pulling your slick fingers away from your clit, feeling your pulse beat down to your toes from the crescendo he'd talked you through.
"Can't wait until you're back home", you sigh into the phone, turning onto your side so that your cheek rests against the pillow that belongs to him. If you close your eyes, the lingering smell of him is enough to fool you into believing that he's right there beside you, even if only momentarily. "I miss having your hands on me."
A week away from each other shouldn't have felt as irksome as it had been but for a couple as active as the two of you were, those seven days apart had been harder for you to get through than you'd like to admit.
"Me too. Wish I wasn't getting back so late though", Steve groaned, reminded of his 3AM arrival time when he turns to eye the bedside table on which sat his passport and a plane ticket wedged inside.
Every dirty text, every lewd selfie and every nightly phone call that ended with the two of you touching yourselves to the sound of each other had him aching to get back to you.
The first thing he wanted to do after crossing the threshold of your shared home was pin you down and take you on the closest surface he could find but he's mindful to withhold himself because he knows how tired work has left you lately.
"Gonna take care of you just how you like when you're awake", he promises with a fond drawl.
There's a pause and when you don't respond he wonders if the line had disconnected again, something that happened semi-frequently and usually when he happened to be mid stroke. These long distance calls had been heaven and hell on his dick.
A quick glimpse at his phone screen shows there's no such interruption this time and your voice finally carries through, a slight but noticeable hesitancy coloring your tone now.
"We don't have to wait till later in the morning..."
Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone.
Steve listens to you trail off, a tender smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, I want it too but those shifts knock you out at the end of the day. I'm gonna need you all rested up okay, beautiful?".
As he always did when he felt you growing meek, he tries to assure you in that powdered sugar tone of his, all soft and sweet you sometimes worried he might dissolve on your lips were you to kiss him.
Another pause and this time he can hear you shifting in bed. He pictures your sweat glistened bare skin gliding along the sheets as you try to get more comfortable and fail because he knows you're the kind of person who can only truly be comfortable as long as your mind is at ease too.
"You don't have to wait, Stevie. I don't want you to wait."
The way you say it, though quiet, feels urgent. The crux of what you mean is scratching its way to the surface — not quite there yet but nearly so. Just a little ways more to go.
"Honey, I'm not following", he coaxes you gently for more details, sensing your vulnerability through the phone.
"I've been thinking about this for a while and there's something I want to try."
Steve listens intently, interest piqued. "Oh?"
"Sometimes I've thought about waking up to you— like, finding you on top of me..."you gulp, fingers tightening around your phone.
Steve remains silent but you know he's still listening, rapt.
"...finding you already inside me...", you add quietly.
Even when you're an entire time zone away, even when you're not able to see Steve's feelings reflected in those mossy hazel eyes of his, you can read his silence perfectly, able to tell the difference between the kind of pause that means he wants to inch away and one that means he wants to lean closer.
"You'd really be okay with that?", he finds his voice again, a little strained but hopeful.
Forget butterflies. You stir something much more fervid in him, rousing a cluster of sleepy dragonflies resting at the pit of his stomach to unfurl their opalescent wings and take flight within the confines of his chest.
Smiling hard, you feel your nerves dissipate, reassured by his excited lilt. "Yeah, I want to do that with you."
The next half hour was spent putting rules in place for the remainder of the phone call. Boundaries were discussed before you hang up after exchanging 'I love you's', both of you certain that sleep wont come easy tonight, the thrill of trying something new leaving you buzzing beneath your skin.
I'm rushing home just as soon as I can, I'm rushing home to see your smiling face and feel your warm embrace.
Steve leaves his hotel room the next day with you on his mind all throughout his flight and the way your soft, shy voice had described the way you'd wanted him to handle you when he returned home.
I want you to, Stevie. I promise, I want it, echoed like a melody in his mind.
You'd even sent him another message hours before while he was on the plane, phone dinging with a notification as soon as he'd landed and entered the cab.
I'm sure. Just like we talked about.
I'll be waiting.
I love you.
Steve's bags become an afterthought once he's inside your home, abandoned at the bottom of the staircase as he speeds upstairs to find you in the darkened bedroom, sleeping on your side, sheets pulled up to your shoulders. His stomach flips at how peaceful you look, knowing that in the hours before you had returned home you'd been on your feet all day, running between meetings, chasing that promotion you were up for.
Was this really okay? he wondered as he quietly unlaced his shoes and began to undress.
He scanned the bedside table for one last sign that tells him you've given him the green light, that you hadn't changed your mind since sending that last message.
He finds his answer.
Last night you'd told him — glass placed upside down on top of the coaster meant that you no longer wanted to go ahead with the plan you'd proposed. Glass placed right side up with the coaster placed over the rim meant you wanted him to touch you.
Seeing that glass placed right side up with the little black coaster balanced on the rim made his boxers feel tight and the dragonflies begin to beat their wings again.
Ridding himself of his underwear happens less smoothly than he'd intended, bumping his knee against the nightstand before he's able to get them off and kick them aside in an ungainly way. If you had been awake to see it it would have made you laugh because the excitement welling inside him had gotten the best of Steve, his veins pumping something electric through his livewire body.
He's more careful when he gently pulls the sheets off of your sleeping form, his throat feeling tight when he finds you dressed in a strappy, silky slip nightgown that barely concealed the curve of your ass.
Oh you had gone all out for this fantasy.
Placing a tentative hand on your knee, he slides it up to your thigh, inching the lacy hem of your slip up and swallowing hard when he finds that you're not wearing any panties underneath.
It's with a feather light touch that he reaches out and traces a finger over your folds, pulling the digit back to find your slick glistening on it like nectar, clear and glossy and slippery wet. Pressing the pad of his finger to his tongue, Steve salivates from the week long wait of wanting to be inside you again, sucking the taste of you down with a groan that rumbles in his chest.
His lips find your shoulder first when he climbs into bed, open mouthed kisses nearing your neck as his hand rubbed over your waist and hip. Growing more daring, he inches closer to spoon you, pulling you back gently so that he can grind his hard cock against your ass.
It's then that he can feel you start to stir, eyelids fluttering open, lips parting in a dreamy sigh.
"Don't stop"
Hearing the want in your voice, feeling your hand on his cheek and the way you push back against him for more was everything he needed to continue.
"Missed you", he whispers, squeezing the soft fat of your thighs.
He pulls your leg up over his hip, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance, pushing in slowly to feel your wet, satin smooth heat stretch around him and suck him in like you were made for him.
"Oh god, Steve— fucking missed you too", you moan, slowly departing the clutches of sleep.
Your movements are less precise than Steve's, still blinking your heavy eyelids to rid your vision of that sleepy haze, rolling your hips back in a rhythm that's falls just short of matching his.
It's a messy but passionate few seconds until you're both moving in sync, his cock dragging over that spot that makes the cadence of your moans climb high.
Steve curls a hand over your chest, squeezing your tits, pulling at your nipples just how you liked over your slip. "I'm not going to last long — fucking losing it...you're so goddamn wet and tight", he grunts into your shoulder, hiding how his cheeks have turned pink already, teeth grazing your skin.
Your own orgasm feels further away, still growing roots in the pit of your belly with every stroke of Steve's cock along your walls, yet to bloom into that spine tingling release you've missed so terribly during the past seven days.
"It's okay I want you to cum", you assure him but you know Steve too well. He's always going to make you come undone one way or the other.
It's with a knowing smile that you sigh contently when he brings his hand down between your legs, pressing circles to your clit urgently.
"Wanna feel you cum around me", he grits out, making you whine into the side of your pillow.
His touch lacks his usual gentle approach but it's what both of you need right now, a quick climb and a steep plunge to satiate that mutual ache.
"Fuck— okay, keep touching me there", you roll your hips back to meet his thrusts seamlessly.
His hips keep snapping into yours, pace faltering slightly and its not very long after that you feel him cumming inside you, spurts of creamy, tacky warmth pouring into your channel before you've reached your own climax but he doesn't stop, fingers still circling your clit to tip you over the edge, continuing to rut into you while he fills you up.
"Oh— Steve, yes", you whine out, eyes squeezing shut, nails threatening to rip your pillow case apart. You freefall into it, cumming with a strangled cry, hips twitching and jerking as you lose the rhythm you'd settled into, not that it matters anymore.
Cries turn to whimpers, then to gasps and breathy panting. When you come to it's the feeling of his lips on the back of your neck that tethers you to reality and brings you back down to earth, soft gentle kisses trailing down to your shoulder.
"Missed you", he keeps repeating, his cock starting to soften and slip out of you as he pulls out, hand damp on your waist.
You loathed sleeping next to that cold empty space those last seven days but he was here now to occupy it, so wonderfully warm and glistening with exertion, the same as you.
Your thighs shake when you begin to untangle yourself from being spooned so you can turn around to face him, his spend leaking from between your legs, his soft cock warm and wet against your thigh as your wrap yourselves up in each others arms. It's messy and sticky but you've never known a nicer feeling, cupping Steve's cheek as you kiss him tenderly.
"Welcome back"
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stvrni0lo · 9 months
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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)
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summary: a late night drive turns into a deep confession
warnings/notes: none! lmk if i missed anything
requested: yes! tysm @emmsluvschris
a/n: sorry this turned out slightly long. i just couldn’t stop writing😭
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Chris had been having trouble sleeping recently. He always had a bad sleep schedule, but lately his mind seemed to be preoccupied whenever he tried to close his eyes. You could tell something was bothering him - but you knew better than to push him. When he was ready he’d come to you on his own terms.
Sleepovers were like a tradition between you and the triplets - sometimes Madi would be there, or Nate. Yet one thing that was always constant was you. There was rarely ever a sleepover where you weren’t invited.
You had grown close with everyone - particularly the long haired boy. The two of you just always seemed to click so effortlessly.
Your relationship with Chris had evolved and gotten stronger over time. There was almost never a moment where you weren’t together - or at least in contact with one another.
He always found a way to send you a text, or face-time you when you weren’t around. The kid would probably find a way to send you a carrier pigeon if he could.
Today was another one of your weekly sleepovers. Madi and Nick were asleep in his room, and Matt had passed out on the couch next to you and Chris, the movie that he begged to watch abandoned on the TV.
You looked to the clock on the wall - the hands telling you that it was approaching 3AM.
“We should go to sleep soon,” you sighed.
You and Chris always shared his room, and when he wasn’t sleeping on the floor or in some other random area, he slept in the bed with you.
It wasn’t a foreign concept to you two. You two were close friends - you had known each-other for ages, so there was never any need for awkwardness.
However, recently Chris had been avoiding sharing the bed with you.
“Yeah. I’ll sleep in Matt’s bed tonight if you wanna take my room.”
You wanted to roll your eyes. Not knowing why he was acting so nervous around you all of a sudden, you couldn’t help but feel like he was pushing you away.
There was never anything Chris couldn’t tell you. He was usually like an open book with you - there was a mutual understanding that you would never judge each other. Instead of agreeing, you decided to push the boundaries a little bit.
“It’s not like you’re gonna sleep any time soon. I know you stay up ‘til like 5 in the morning,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Chris averted his eyes to try and look anywhere but at you. He hated that you could read him so well. How was he ever supposed to suppress his feelings for you if you could sniff out his change in attitude from a mile away.
“I- that’s not even true,” he stuttered.
All you could do was sigh. Standing up from the couch, you grabbed a hoodie that Chris had previously strewn across the back of an armchair. You put it on and grabbed your car keys from the coffee table.
“Where are you going?”
“We,” you emphasized, holding Chris’ hands in yours to pull him up from his seated position, “are going for a drive.”
He gave you a surprised look, noticing the time.
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
And with that you dragged the boy to the front door so that you could put your shoes on. Letting go of his hand at last, you opened the door and hopped into your car.
You turned on the ignition as Chris locked the front door and joined you inside the vehicle.
As you started driving you decided to open the windows, letting the wind comb through you hair as you zoomed across the dark streets. Making it to the highway, you sped up, basking in the silence and peacefulness.
Chris closed his eyes beside you and leaned his hand out the car window. He let his hands get pushed around by the wind, moving it in up and down motions.
“I’ve always loved driving at night. Especially with Matt and Nick when we film car videos.”
You smiled. Hearing the appreciation he had for his brothers always made you happy. You felt more than lucky to be part of their tight-knit group. It was like a second family to you.
Chris had trouble expressing his thoughts at times, and it was in this moment that he wished it were the opposite. He had so much he wanted to say - but he just couldn’t get the words out correctly.
“So…” you started, “talk to me.”
Reaching a quiet area outside of town, you parked your car in an empty parking lot. The streetlights reflected against your rearview mirror and you adjusted it to face away from you.
“About what?”
He was deflecting, and you could feel the tension radiating off of him.
“C’mon don’t do that.” You said as you took your seatbelt off to sit facing him. “Something’s up. I can tell.”
Chris shrugged, adjusting the hat on his head. You noticed he did that when he didn’t know what to do with his hands. The anticipation was killing you - you just wanted to know what was wrong.
“I care about you. If something is bothering you I wanna know.”
He looked out the window, sighing. Never had you seen Chris so troubled before.
“That’s the problem,” he said. “You care about me - it’s just not the same way that I do.”
Your heart dropped. Is that what he was worried about? Did he think your friendship was one-sided? Had he perhaps felt ignored by you?
“That’s not true,” you defended, “you know I love you.”
Your eyes widened. “I love all of you guys,” you added, trying to save yourself.
Meeting your eyes, he bit the inside of his cheek.
“Yeah but…”
“But…?” you urged.
Chris now turned his body to face you too. His eyes that were previously avoiding eye-contact were now fully trained onto your face - unmoving.
“I love you too - but in a different way than you do.” His eyes tried to gauge your reaction.
Your confusion grew with each sentence he spoke.
“I don’t follow-“
He was too far in now. There was no way out of his anymore. Swallowing his pride, his voice interrupted you before you could finish speaking.
“It’s like - we’ve been friends for, like, ever. Right?”
You nodded, encouraging him to continue.
“And we’ve never seen each other as anything but friends. But recently I feel like the lines have been blurring and- I think I really, really like you,” he stuttered. “I can’t sleep, every thought I have is filled with you and your voice and- I just keep wishing that you felt the same.”
He stopped suddenly. If he didn’t stop now he knew he would never stop rambling. He could speak about you forever if you let him.
Voice barely above a whisper, he added: “I can’t lose our friendship - but I don’t know how much longer I can pretend.”
Your voice failed you. Every possible word you could think to say slipped your mind. You were speechless.
Not wanting to leave him hanging, you spoke up, voice slightly shaking. “Chris…” you said.
“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I get it. I just wanted you to know bec-“
Deciding that actions would speak louder than words, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him into you, melting against him in a kiss. You could smell his vanilla deodorant filling your nostrils, feel his hair tickling your forehead and cheeks - it all felt so right. Like this was exactly where you were meant to be all along.
You pulled back. Chris’ hat was slightly askew on his head, and his shirt was crinkled from where you held it.
“Sorry. I just thought that would get my point across better,” you said, your neck suddenly feeling hot.
He seemed almost in a daze, but his dissociative episode ended at the sound of your voice.
“I’m not complaining.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly before you looking away to hide your flustered state.
“For the record - I like you too.”
Grabbing your hand, he squeezed it as he held it above the console. A goofy smile was plastered on his face the whole drive back home.
It was safe to say that Chris was more than happy to reclaim his sleeping spot next to you later that night. And for many nights to come.
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demonpiratehuntress · 4 months
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Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader
summary - you think you don't do enough for the crew so you work harder and train harder to be better. Ace thinks you do plenty already, but supports your decision regardless.
warnings - none
a/n: i hope the person who requested this sees it, because me being a dumbass at 3am, i accidentally deleted the reply to the request. i also hope i got it right!
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You could admit that you were not the most useful crewmember of the Whitebeard pirates. In fact, you felt completely useless, like you couldn't contribute anything meaningful or helpful. But you didn't want to be that way, you didn't want to be just a burden to them, even if Ace would constantly remind you that you're not a burden and you were helpful. To him, at least.
But you wanted to be helpful to the entire crew. In fights, you wanted to be able to hold your own without being told to go hide or go check on the injured. You wanted to be able to fight without having to depend on your boyfriend to come save you if you were faced with an opponent.
"(Name) are you even listening?" A deep chuckle met your ears, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You turned away from the shop window, smiling at Ace sheepishly, "I'm sorry, just...lost in thought." The way you said it and the way your smile didn't quite reach your ears alerted Ace to what you were thinking about.
"Hey," he took both your hands and brought you a little closer, "If it bothers you so much, I can always teach you a few things." He looked at the items you were eyeing from the shop and smirked. "Daggers, huh? Come on." He tugged you into the shop to help you choose a set.
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After a very long few hours choosing a pair of pretty yet lethal daggers (Ace was the indecisive one), you both made your way back to the ship. You were staring at the sharp weapons in your hands, marveling at how dangerous they looked and feeling excited to finally learn to be at least a little bit effective.
"Okay let's start with some basic stances," he began, his hand reaching for your hip to position it. "Place one leg like this, and the other like this." He demonstrated his words, showing you how to stand and how to position your arms.
"Ace," you laughed a few minutes later, "I'm pretty sure my butt does not need to be in any specific position."
His beet-red face popped up in front of you, a coy smile on his lips, "Sorry babe, couldn't help myself."
He spent the rest of the afternoon teaching you basic combat moves and acting as your personal hype man, cheering excessively when you got something right just to boost your confidence. It was working, and you were grateful to have such a supportive and helpful boyfriend.
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After a few more days of this, you were starting to get the hang of it. Your combat skills had drastically improved, and while you still hadn't managed to beat Ace, there was massive progress and you felt it.
But aside from combat, you also wanted to be more knowledgeable in other fields. Like first aid. In case of emergencies, you wanted to know how to deal with injuries and minor wounds that could be fixed right then and there. You didn't want to be an all-out doctor or medic, but you wanted to have at least a little medical knowledge.
So you took to medical books.
You read everything you could get your hands on, even staying up late at night to study. Sometimes you would even fall asleep at your desk, which is where Ace would find you in the morning. It worried him, but he also didn't want to stop you from learning.
"You should read it to me," he suggested one afternoon, while he was lying in bed with you after having to force you to stop when your eyes started to droop.
"Hmm?" You looked up at him sleepily, "Read what?"
"Those medical books you're reading," his warms hands rested on your stomach, putting you at ease. "You should talk to me about what you learn, it could help you remember."
You smiled when he offered to listen to you, "Are you sure you'll be able to keep up?"
He gasped dramatically, "What do you think I am? Stupid?"
"Yes," you teased.
He feigned offence, playfully scoffing, "I detest that."
"I'm kidding," you laughed, shifting so you could bury your face in his neck. "But thanks for the offer. I might just take you up on that."
And you did. Every time you were reading, Ace was with you whenever he could be. He sat and listened to you explain and discuss the human anatomy, how to dress certain injuries and what steps to take if there wasn't a medic around. He really didn't follow along, and he often fell asleep, but you appreciated the effort he was making to encourage you.
"Aceeeee!" You giggled and flicked his nose gently.
"Wha-?" He jerked awake, eyes flitting around the room before settling on you, and a lovestruck smile formed on his lips. "Oh, hey babe."
"You fell asleep again," you pouted, unable to stop your smile.
"I'm sorryyyyy," he apologised, leaning forward and kissing all over your face. It tickled, and the laughs he pulled from you made him smile. "Carry on, I'm listening now."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
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mrsbuckybarnes1917 · 4 months
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Request from @talesofreading: Hi dear ☺️ could I ask for an imagine with Bucky where you can't sleep, so you walk around through the compound enjoying the silence. Just as you find a wide awake Bucky as well. You then just talk about senseless stuff till you find yourself in each other's embrace on the couch where he finally gets the guts to kiss you and tell you how much you mean to him. Eventually you fall asleep and the others find you both tangled together the next morning and are very happy for you 🙊
Word Count: 1,895
Warnings: mostly fluff with a dash of angst at the beginning.
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Midnight.
1:00 AM.
2:00 AM.
2:30 AM.
It was too much. The thoughts. The dread. The guilt. All too much. 
You fought to throw back the covers which had wrapped around your legs as you'd tossed and turned for the last three hours. The last mission had been a disaster. So many people had died. You felt responsible. Here you were, safe and sound while the people you'd left in the remnants of their broken homes, mourning their lost loved ones.
What gave you the right to be surrounded by comfort? By warmth? By luxury? Who were you that you deserved to walk away without taking responsibility for your shortcomings?
Your mind raced like a little toy car set to spin around the same tiny track for eternity. You were well versed in the pain that came with the setting sun. This wasn’t the first night you’d chosen to pace the corridors of the Compound, choosing to use your body rather than your mind. Your autopilot carried you down the corridors, down past the Olympic sized swimming pool that Tony had insisted was necessary, and outside under the stars where you felt a sense of freedom. Freedom from your worries, from your responsibilities and freedom from your guilt. The vastness of the stars above you reminded you of how small your problems were in the grand scheme of the universe. The weight of your decisions seemed miniscule out here in the wide open space, far from anyone-
You were winded by the force of your impact with a very solid object. It wasn’t until a strong pair of hands were wrapped around your arms that you realized that the solidness belongs to another human being. In fact he was a very strong, very beefy human being. Sergeant Bucky Barnes, formerly the Winter Soldier, was holding you upright, well, just about.
“I’m sorry,” you wheezed.
“Are you alright, Buttercup?”
“Peachy,” you breathed out, finally getting some air back in your lungs. “How are you so … solid?”
Bucky huffed out a laugh, albeit a short lived one. You never failed to bring a smile to his face even if he was feeling miserable, in the depths of despair, plagued with guilt and confusion, it was you who was always there. You were a ray of sunshine in the melancholy that filled his life. You reminded him of the color yellow, which is why he had chosen to call you Buttercup. Not that he had ever told you the reason he had chosen this nickname. But you liked it, so it stuck.
“What’re you doing out here? It’s 3am!” You always worried about your friend.
Bucky shrugged. “You can see the stars out here.”
“Yeah, you can’t see the Milky Way from anywhere in the city. It makes me glad to be out here.”
“And why are you out here at 3am?” Bucky knew the exact reason you were out there.
You sighed. “Morpheus forgot to swing by my room tonight.”
“How inconsiderate of him.”
The two of you stood in silence, looking up at the stars until a cool wind picked up around you and you shivered. Your thoughts hadn’t involved dressing for the weather as you tried to escape from the prison of your own mind.
“Maybe we should go back inside.”
“Why?” Your stubbornness knew no bounds.
“I’m cold.” Bucky knew your obstinacy far too well.
You rolled your eyes but didn’t object, it was really rather a nippy night. Bucky started walking back into the facility, so you follow. You’d follow him to the ends of the Earth if he asked you. The amorous feelings you harbored for Bucky were something you kept well hidden for fear of them being unrequited. Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you with an intensity which made you feel like there was the potential for more between you, but the fear of losing his friendship had always held you back.
He led you to the small common room which had a kitchenette attached to it. It was your favorite because of the large windows which gave you a magnificent view of the dense tree line around the Compound.
“Sit,” he told you as he made his way to the counter.
“Yes sir,” you made a small face but did as you were told.
Bucky filled the kettle and set it to boil and popped two teabags into mismatched mugs. It gives you time to curl up on the couch under a throw blanket and you go back to admiring the stars. He joins you with two steaming mugs of your favorite herbal tea.
“Thanks Buck.”
“I know a story about the Milky Way.” You smiled at the fact that your words were basically a quote from a story you’d read as a young girl but it had stayed with you. You proceed to tell Bucky the story as best as you remember it.
He sat down close to you, close enough that you caught the scent of his shower gel. Sometimes, it was hard, being in his orbit. There would be times it frightened you and other times you grew bold, almost taunting with your affections. You wished from the depths of your soul that one day he would tell you that he cared for you the same way you did for him. 
“Once there were two angels in heaven, named Zerah and Zulamith. Zerah and Zulamith loved each other, just as we mere mortals fall in love with each other. But their love was forbidden by God.”
Bucky sighed. You took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly.
“Unfortunately, because the two angels had broken God’s law, they were banished to the furthest corners of the universe. Now, if God had banished them together, it wouldn’t have been a punishment at all. But sometimes God can be cruel-”
“You got that right,” Bucky muttered under his breath.
“-so he sent Zerah to be exiled to a star on one side of the universe, and Zulamith was sent to a star right on the other side of the universe. Between them there was an incomprehensible abyss, darker than the black of midnight which even the closest star couldn’t brighten. But for the two angels, the strength of their love surpassed the boundaries of the universe and even though they were worlds apart, they yearned for each other.”
You laid your head on Bucky’s shoulder as you spoke, unable to look at his expression as you told the tale. “Zerah’s longing for Zulamith was so strong and pure that she began to create a bridge made of light from her star. And Zulamith, who had no idea this was happening on the other side of the universe doing the same. For thousands of years they ached and suffered. But eventually their bridges of light met!”
Bucky squeezed your hand. You couldn’t see the way he looked down at you as though he understood exactly how those angels felt.
“As their bridges finally came together, they sprang into each other’s arms. All the anguish and loneliness they had endured was over because this bridge built by their love spanned the gulf between their stars of exile.
“But that’s not the end of the story, is it?” Bucky asked.
“No, because when the other angels found this bridge of light, they went to God and-”
“They ratted out Zerah and Zulamith,” Bucky broke in bitterly.
“Pretty much. They went to Him crying ‘see what these rebellious angels have done!’ But God hushed everyone who spoke in heaven. And through the silence he said, anything in this universe that is built with true love is not even something I can destroy. The bridge will stand forever. And it still does.” You looked up at the Milky Way from the window, lost in the romance of your story.
“You’re quite the Story Girl.”
Bucky’s words made you snap your face back to look at him. His face was so close to yours, it was unnerving.
“The Story Girl? You know the book?” you asked curiously. The Story Girl was the book where you’d read the story of Zerah and Zulamith.
“I remember reading it,” Bucky admitted.
An image of a young Bucky sitting and reading formed in your mind and it made you smile. You were surprised to notice that he hadn’t let go of your hand and was in fact rubbing small circles over the back of it with his thumb. He was looking at you with such tenderness that you felt a little flustered.
“I love that we share stuff like this. Even though we grew up with lives which feel like we're on opposite ends of the universe, we still shared these small things. Even if we can't share the bigger stuff.”
“Hey, thanks for not pushing too much on the reason for the midnight wandering.” Bucky’s voice was soft and sad. “I know I’m not the easiest person to talk to.”
“What? Bucky, don’t be absurd. I love talking to you, even in the middle of the night. I love spending time with you. I lo-” You cut yourself in time, maybe confessing your love when he was so vulnerable wasn’t the best idea. You decided to go back to looking at your stars.
Bucky didn’t miss the catch in your voice, or the blush on your cheeks. “What was that, Buttercup?”
“You're my best friend. Did you know that?” You felt like some kind of confession was due. “I mean I know Steve is yours. But you're mine.”
Bucky put an arm around your waist pulling you closer than you ever dreamed possible. “I am you know.
You looked at him a little quizzically. “What?”
“Yours.”
His voice was barely audible, but it sent shivers down your spine and his grip on your waist tightened. You are completely paralyzed with shock. Did he mean what you think he meant? Or did he just mean that you were his best friend too.
Your silence was too much for him, Bucky withdrew his arm from the embrace he had you in, afraid he had said too much.
“Bucky!” you grabbed his hand, not letting him move any further. “Please?” You didn't even know what you were asking him for.
Bucky sighed, sitting back down but not as close as he was before. He was silent and still, like he was waiting. He knew how to be patient. He would wait an eternity for you if it meant he could have you. But he dared not say any more.
It was your turn to move closer to him. You crept forward, until your hands rested on his thigh. Every movement was slow, scared. But something in his eyes drew you forward, until your face was inches from his. Finally you threw caution to the wind and pressed a slow sweet kiss against his lips. Gentle and innocent but filled with promise.
His hands found your face, pulling you back for more. Embodying the yearning that Zerah and Zulamith had felt. It drew you closer until you were wrapped in each other's arms.
The embrace is how sleep finally found you and it was also how Sam and Steve found you later that morning. They smiled at each other, tiptoeing away to give you the peace you very much deserved.
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CHICKEN NUGGETS! — itoshi rin
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☆ tags / warnings: fluff, curse words, fem!reader (rin calls you his girlfriend)
☆ prompt: "mcDonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?" "it's 3 in the morning." "and?" "let's go." (from here!)
☆ author's note: im making way too many rin fics lately what the hell also happy 400 !!! thank u guys i love u mwah
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you couldn't sleep.
that's the only thing you can describe what you're currently going through right now. looking to your side, you see rin sleeping peacefully and you felt a bit jealous.
you are tired, yes, but for some reason your body just doesn't want to sleep. you tried closing your eyes, tossing and turning to find the most comfortable position, and counting sheep in your head, but it doesn't work.
you were debating on waking rin up, but you would feel bad because he's had a rough day today, training with isagi and bachira. you checked your phone to see that it is now 3am, which makes you let out a sigh.
your tummy suddenly rumbled, suddenly feeling hungry.
"of course i get hungry this late at night," you grumbled to yourself quietly. "we have nothing at home though."
"why're you up this late at night?" rin's sleepy voice shocks you, making you gasp and almost fall out of bed.
you gave him a frown. "what the fuck, rin? could you at least let me know you're awake?"
"huh?" rin sits up, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "i moved. you should have felt the bed shift, no?" you didn't answer, only keeping the frown on your face. "ugh, well mcdonald's is open, wanna go get some chicken nuggets?"
"it's 3 in the morning." you deadpanned, yet rin didn't seem to care.
"and? let's go," rin climbs out of bed and grabs two hoodies out of the closet. he tosses one to you, who is still on the bed, shocked about how easygoing he is about this. "why are you gawking at me like that? come on."
you scrambled out of bed quickly, almost falling down because of the blanket on the floor. you were about to grab your wallet, but rin stops you, showing his own wallet in his hand. you gave him a big smile, knowing that he's going to pay for your meal.
you both walked hand-in-hand, walking to the nearest mcdonald's restaurant. it is indeed still open, which makes you happy. you enter, and the staff greets you tiredly.
"hi, we would like to order the mcnuggets? six pieces one." you politely say, and the employee nods. he orders the people in the back to box them up, and it was quick too because the place is literally empty besides you and rin.
rin pays for the nuggets and he takes the box of nuggets from the employee’s hand.
"hey, uh, we added an extra two nuggets because we had eight nuggets left so we added the extra two for free since it's the last pieces of the night." the employee informs you, and you felt like you were the luckiest person on the planet.
"thank you, thank you!" you exclaimed happily, and you face rin with sparkles in your eyes.
you both sat down on a nearby bench outside of the restaurant and started eating the nuggets. "mm! this is so good," you hummed. "want one?" you gave rin one of the nuggets, and he happily takes one, munching on it.
"so, are you going to tell me why you can't sleep before?" rin asks so suddenly.
"hm? oh it was nothing serious. i just couldn't sleep for some reason." you explained, taking another bite out of the nugget.
rin hums in response and doesn't say anything else, basking in the silence between you two.
you eventually finished the chicken nuggets and threw away the box in a nearby trash can. once you sat back down, you laid your head on rin's shoulder, looking at the stars in the sky.
"they're so pretty." you commented, pointing at the sky.
"mm, but you're prettier." he blurts out which makes you choke on your spit.
"are you being cheesy right now?" you teased. "itoshi rin, the supposedly cold boyfriend, being a cute and cheesy boyfriend?"
"shut up," he grumbles, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "can't i compliment my girlfriend once in a while?"
"hm, valid. but it's still weird hearing that, you know? it's like you've been possessed by something." you giggled, dodging when he was about to pinch your cheeks.
"wanna go back and try to sleep?" rin asks.
you shake your head. "no... i want to stay here longer if that's okay with you?"
rin nods and doesn't say anything else, the two of you sat in silence as you admire the beautiful night sky.
"i love you." rin says so softly.
you smiled. "love you too, rinnie."
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Rubber Duck
Pairings: Sebastian x Reader
Wordcount: 1195
Sebastian had said he’d come round for a movie tonight but it was now past 7pm and he was yet to materialize. You had rang but it had gone straight to voicemail – he was pretty bad at charging the thing. Maybe he was asleep? You thought about ringing the house phone, but you knew that would involve Robyn going downstairs and Sebastian felt self-conscious about that, so you settled on walking over to his house.
It was summer, so the evening was light enough for you to take the back route to his house in under ten minutes, rather than going through town and definitely getting waylaid with everyone else you'd no doubt bump into on a summer's eve. You also thought in case he was now rushing over to yours, you’d at least collide.
As you approached the house, you saw your boyfriend leaning up against a tree out of eyesight of any windows – deep in thought as he puffed away at a cigarette. It was the one thing you didn’t like, but he was working on cutting down at least.
“Hey, good-lookin’!” You called when you got close enough, startling the black-haired man. He blushed – god, you loved when he got all flustered – and he bent down and retrieved the soup can from the trunk that he used to stash used cigarette butts. Although he would joke about it, really the last thing he wanted to do was burn down the place.
“Y/N, hey…” he smiled shyly, pulling you forward for a kiss. He’d also switched to menthol cigarettes after you’d confessed you hated having to wait for him to have a mint or brush his teeth to kiss him after he’d partook. “Where are you off to?”
“Did you forget?” You frowned.
He stared blankly at you for a moment before cursing. “I’m so sorry, is that tonight? I completely forgot. Ugh, I’m such an idiot…”
“Hey, it’s okay,” you interrupted, taking hold of his hand. “It’s fine, the evening’s still young. What’s got you so worked up anyway? I tried calling but your phone was off too.”
“I can’t get this piece of the module working. I’ve spent all day on it and it’s still not doing what I want it to. I’m meant to have it in tomorrow morning. I’m really sorry, I’m gonna have to cancel on you and spend the rest of the night trying to work it out. I only came out here to see if a smoke break would reset my mind.” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m a terrible boyfriend.”
“Only I’m the judge of that, and I disagree. Please, how many times have I cancelled our plans for a farm emergency? Remember when I made you spend the whole evening finding the chickens? A terrible boyfriend would never."
You were meant to head into Zuzu City for the evening on his motorcycle, but when he’d arrived to pick you up he’d found you in a complete panic. Something had spooked the chickens and a few had failed to return home. You couldn’t bear for them to spend a night out in the open and the result was you and him trawling Cindersap Forest in the pitch black tracking them down, eventually collapsing in bed at 3am after safely returning them to the coop.
“How could I refuse when you were sobbing about being a terrible chicken mama?” He jabbed you in the side, teasingly.
“Chicken Protective Services would’ve been right on me!” You chuckled at your own joke. “Can I help in any way? I’m no coder, of course, but…”
“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’d ask you to come in but trust me, it’ll be boring and I’ll just be muttering angrily to myself about why the stupid thing doesn’t work.”
An idea suddenly popped into your head. Back in the dark days of working in the Joja Corporation offices, you’d overheard a couple of the developers chatting at the water cooler as they filled up their cups in the 2.5 minute hydration “break” you were allowed. One had been grumbling to another about some of his code not working. “Gotta rubber duck it, man!”
“Oh, please,” the other sighed. “No-one really does that.”
“They do, and it works.” He stressed in reply, before they headed back towards their computers.
Upon return to your desk, you’d quickly pulled up a web search for “rubber duck coding” and read an article about the so-called rubber duck theory, where programmers would read aloud code, or the process of which, to a non-judgmental rubber duck and, more often than not, the error would reveal itself.
“Well, what if I’m your rubber duck?”
He raised an eyebrow at that.
“I mean, I heard about this thing years ago – rubber duck theory?”
“Oh…” He smiled. “Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”
“Well, I can be your rubber duck! I know about as much about coding as a rubber duck does, but I could smile back…? At least give it a go,” you pleaded, grabbing hold of his hand and squeezing. “I hate to see you so frustrated.”
“It’s worth a shot, I guess… I’ve tried everything else. Only if you're sure - you’re gonna be so bored, Y/N.”
“I don’t know, you listen to me ramble about farm stuff all the time. Plus, I’m never bored when there’s such a cutie to look at.” Sebastian’s face flushed pink once again.
“See, that’s gotta stop. Rubber ducks do not flirt.”
“Maybe I’m a themed rubber duck, they have those, you know?”
He grabbed hold of your hand and started pulling you up towards his house, “No, I’m pretty sure this theory only works with a standard rubber duck.”
“Ugh, fine. I promise to be a normal, stoic rubber duck.” You held up your free hand in an oath as your boyfriend unlocked the front door and led you down towards his bedroom.
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It took a couple of hours but you stayed true to you word and only smiled, with the occasional nod as Sebastian took you through all the code, explaining what he was trying to achieve in complete layman terms - briefly explaining arguments, algorithms, arrays, functions, variables – until he paused mid-sentence and scrolled back a couple of lines.
“Ugh, it’s right there!” He typed furiously, explaining what had gone wrong. You really hoped he wouldn’t ask you to reiterate the problem because it had gone right over your head at the speed he’d explained it… After a moment, he enthusiastically hit enter, running the module and beamed.
“There – finally! Ugh, that’s a relief. Thanks, sweetheart.” He got up and sat next to you on the bed and leant in for a kiss which you happily accepted, before pulling back after a moment, a curious look upon your face.
“What?” He frowned.
“Just thinking about that if rubber ducks don’t flirt, how can they kiss?” You pondered.
 Sebastian rolled his eyes before patting you on the head. “Good rubber duck.”
“No… I’ve changed my mind. I think I’m ready to go back to my human life.” And you pinned him down on the bed in a passionate kiss.
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Zippo Lighter (Dean Winchester x Reader fluffy smut)
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Request: Hi 😊 would you do a Dean Winchester imagine where youre secretly having a crush on each other but not admitting it. Then one time Sam is out and you're alone at the motel, so it happens you accidentally walk in the bathroom while Dean takes a shower. You get all flustered but Dean takes the chance to grab you and kiss you and you end up in bed making soft love that night. In the morning Sam finds you cuddling and is just happy you finally got together
Summary: You were born with a very special and powerful gift. This is the story of how you met the Winchesters and fell for the older one. 
Pyrokinesis  /ˌpaɪroʊkɪˈniːsɪs/ —The ability to set objects or people on fire or to supernaturally project fire from one's own being through the concentration of psychic power.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: mentions of rape, abuse and death, AGE GAP (DEAN IS 35 AND THE READER IS 20), sweet and vanilla sex (reader is a virgin)
Word count: 7,505 (OOPS! I got carried away...)
Note: I LIVE FOR MUTURAL PINING OKAY! I put my own little twist to it and the only thing I left out from the request was when Sam finds them together....I kinda wanted a funny ending. Request by @tieddown-withbattleshipchains​
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It was said that being different was, is and will, most of the time, be a bad thing. Why? Probably because people usually didn't understand why someone was different. Sure, there are good human beings in this world, but most of the time, when you hear something filled with hatred it tends to stay with you longer than the good things. That's why you kept things quiet.
You didn't really have good friends and your family died in a fire...a fire you started when you were just a little girl in diapers, crying yourself to sleep. One moment you were crying in your crib for mommy to pick you up and feed you, and the next, everything was on fire....except you. You still didn’t know what exactly happened. That day you became an orphan, depending on others and your home was an orphanage near the house you once lived in. You weren’t happy there whatsoever. You had no friends, the food was awful and the women who were supposed to keep you safe didn’t care and treated you like garbage. No one liked you, no one wanted you…so you decided to run.
The night before your 18th birthday you packed a bag and finally, when everyone went to sleep, at around 3am, you left and never came back. When they finally realized you were gone, they were furious. Of course they tried to look for you, but failed. You were far gone from your city and everything you knew. It was time to start over.
That was two years ago.
Now, at the age of 20, you were content and living your life instead of just surviving. You worked as a janitor in a local high school in Lebanon, Kansas. It wasn’t much but you had your own little place, some money to survive and had a somewhat normal life. You thought you had finally run away from your past, and as far as your outstanding ability went, you decided to shut it down. You didn’t think about it and just for a second it seemed like you had finally moved on. You were even thinking about going to college and finally doing something you loved. Being a janitor wasn’t something you wanted to do for the rest of your life. 
Everything seemed fine, you managed to make some friends at that high school (more like people you were friendly with); some of them were students rushing desperately to graduate and go to college, some of them were even teachers, and for the first time you felt accepted, which was ironic considering you worked in the most judgmental place on Earth.
Who knew everything was about to change one night? You sure didn’t. You were clueless.
At around 1am on a Friday night you were awakened by the sound of the glass shattering. You got up and went to the kitchen only to see a shadow of a man.
“Who the hell are you?” You asked. You weren’t scared, you were angry and that wasn’t good for either one of you.
“Hey there.” The man spoke. His voice sent cold shivers down your spine, and not the good kind. It was the kind that made you sick to your stomach.
“Don’t move.” He said, pulling out a gun. “You’re going to be a very good girl for me tonight.”
You still weren’t terrified. The man had the face of a true monster and you still weren’t scared. He told you he was going to rape you and rob you, and you still didn’t flinch. Instead you were raging with anger. Your jaw was painfully clenched as your hands formed two fists. Slowly you approached him, step by step…
“Don’t fucking move.” He ordered but you didn’t listen.
“You told me to be good, right?” You asked innocently while the muzzle of the gun was on your chest. Slowly you put your palm on it. “I will be good I promise.”
The smell of melted metal filled the room, along with the smoke and…light?
A small beam of light came directly from your palm, intriguing the man to become fixated on it. You, on the other hand, didn’t notice. A few seconds later, the gun muzzle was shut, and the gun became useless.
“What the fuck did you do?” The man asked, as panic started to set in.
You weren’t feeling right. You knew he couldn’t hurt you now but you were still angry. He broke into your home, with the intent to assault you and might try again if you don’t do something. The anger was too much…
“Oh nothing…” You said calmly and pressed your thumb on his chest imagining the fire burning on that exact spot.
The man was confused until he looked down and saw his sweater on fire. He started to panic and tried to find the nearest object to put the fire out. It was useless; he was a dead man from the moment he broke into your apartment.
You stepped back from him and slowly moved your hand up in the air. The fire spread all over him now and he was screaming. That scream of pure agony woke you up. You quickly realized what you had done and it was time to run. No time to get your stuff, you just grabbed your wallet and left. Soon,the whole ground floor, where your apartment was, was on fire…
You didn’t know where to run or where to hide. You didn’t have a car and you wanted to leave town as soon as possible. What happened? What have I done?
Those were the questions you couldn’t get out of your head while running God knows where.You didn’t know where your legs were taking you, but you couldn’t stop running.  It was dark and it felt like every soul was asleep except you. The night seemed so endless and hollow.
Why can’t I just be normal? I want to be normal.
It was probably 7am and you were still on the move. You unknowingly passed the highway and entered the woods you had no knowledge existed in the first place. Eventually you noticed the sun was about to rise and you were exhausted.
Still in shock from previous events, you felt like screaming. Tears were coming down your cheeks and your stomach made the loudest noise letting you know you were hungry. Realizing you were lost, you decided to sit down and rest for a bit. You let your mind slowly drift to sleep as you listened to the sounds surrounding you; birds chirping, wind blowing, branches swinging and…someone running?
You immediately got up, feeling anxious yet again. In your mind it could be a serial killer or a dangerous animal.
“HELLO?”
Nothing.
“HELLO?”
Nothing yet again.
You slowly started to panic, feeling like you could burst at any minute and setting everything on fire again scared the living shit out of you.
“Hey.” Someone said behind you.
You turned around, and faster than lightning, from your hand a small ball of fire flew and almost hit the guy who was standing behind you. Luckily, he was fast enough to throw himself on the ground and the fire hit a tree, missing him by a few inches.
“What the hell?” You mumbled and looked at your hand. This was new. You have never done something like this. Imagining where you wanted fire to burn was the only way you could create it.
Sometimes you would lose control (like last night) but you never thought fire could leave your body just like it did now. It was like you were a living, breathing lighter.
“I’m so sorry.” You said. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please don’t tell anyone what you saw. Fuck.” By this point you were having a full blown panic attack in the middle of the woods with a stranger. What a perfect scenario, you thought.
“Hey, first of all I won’t.” The stranger got up and cleaned the dirt off his shorts. He was tall, very tall, with long-ish hair and a pleasant face. By the looks of his clothes he was jogging. Who in their right state of mind jogs in the middle of the woods at 7 o’clock in the morning? Clearly this guy. “Second, how did you do that?”
“I don’t know.” You said wiping tears off your cheek. “I don’t know what’s happening.”
“Okay. This is going to sound crazy but I live in a bunker near these woods with my brother, we deal with this kind of stuff all the time. You’re clearly stressed out and tired, do you want to come with me? We can sort everything out.”
“What? So you have seen stuff like this?” You asked, genuinely surprised by his answer.
“This? No…but I have seen a lot of things people only dream about.”
“You sound like a character from a TV show…or a mental patient.” You said, still questioning whether he was telling the truth.
“Yeah. People usually tend to think I’m crazy.” He smiled.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“Think about it this way, you can kill me if I try anything.”
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
He seemed genuine and you felt like you could trust him. He was right; you could kill him if you wanted to. Your powers were growing and you could feel it. You didn’t want it, but it was out of your control.
On your way to “the bunker”, you explained to him what happened: the stranger in your home, destroying his gun and killing him…he seemed to believe your every word.  His name was Sam Winchester and he wasn’t lying. He did in fact live with his brother in these woods. It was some sort of a reinforced underground shelter, bunker of some sort;   it screamed men cave but it was cozy and felt like an actual home.
“Hey Sam.”  Someone emerged from the kitchen. A man in a long, gray robe with morning bed hair and coffee in his right hand. “Who’s this?”
“This is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is my brother Dean.“ He looked at him and just nodded.”I will explain later. Now do you want to take a shower while I talk to my brother?”
“That would be nice, thank you.” You said.
Sam gave you a towel, a clean shirt and showed you where the guest room was, along with the bathroom. You were still a little anxious and on the edge after everything that had happened the previous night, but strangely enough, you knew everything would be okay in the end. You could trust Sam.
“I’m hungry and I’m not gonna ask anything until I eat my breakfast.” Dean said calmly, looking at his plate of pancakes like he was looking at the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I’m screwed, aren’t I? Sam smiled.
“Oh yeah.”
After 10 minutes of Dean stuffing his face with pancakes and Sam looking at his laptop as usual, you were finally done with the shower and the older brother was ready to ask some questions.
“Okay first of all, why did you let a stranger use my shower?” Dean asked.
“It’s a guest bathroom, Dean.”
“Still…What’s her deal?”
“I ran into her while jogging…she’s…” He didn’t know how to explain it to him because he wasn’t quite sure what he witnessed in the first place.
“What?” Dean was growing impatient, you could hear it in his deep and sharp voice.
“She can create fire.” He finally spat it out. “I found her in the woods scared and alone and she threw a ball of fire at me.”
“And you brought her here?” Dean asked sarcastically.
“I scared her. The fire hit the tree.”
Dean wasn’t pleased with his brother and the decision to bring a complete stranger to their home, but of course, Sam already knew that and still decided to help you. He knew what it was like to feel completely alone, so he wanted to help.
“Still she could have killed you Sam.” Dean yelled.
“But I didn’t mean to.” You said standing behind them with wet hair and face almost red after a hot shower. The shirt Sam gave you was just above your knees but you were still wearing your dirty pajama bottoms.  “I panicked and I’m so sorry Sam.”
“I believe you. Now, let's figure this out.”
You nodded and sat next to Dean while Sam was still searching for something on his laptop. “There it is.” He mumbled and showed you the article. Damn, those journalists were fast. It was about the dead guy in your burnt down apartment. Luckily no one else got hurt or died. You then showed Dean the article.
“You did this?” He asked. His face was a little tense. He was contemplating if he could trust you or not.
“Yeah. Some guy broke in and threatened to rape me. I got mad.”
“Rape you?” He said after checking the screen once more. The guy you killed was a convicted sex offender.
“Yes. He had a gun.” You added.
“Well, it’s safe to say he got what he deserved. “ Dean said.
“Yeah but my life is ruined.” You said looking at your hands. “I could never live a normal life.”
“What do you mean? Where are your parents?” Sam asked.
You couldn’t even look at him and you sure weren’t about to cry. You told them about your parents, the fire, the orphanage and the abuse you endured and how life has been nothing but running and hiding for you. You have been just surviving for the majority of your life. It became exhausting, but once you finally started living, it all seemed too good to be true. Now you knew, it was. You could never have a normal life.
“I didn’t ask for this.” Your voice was trembling as you struggled not to completely fall apart. “I just want to be normal.”  
You couldn’t take it anymore. You were so angry at yourself it made your heart literally hurt. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack or maybe it was just breaking knowing you lost one thing you wanted the most – normalcy. You excused yourself and went to the guest room where you were staying. As soon as you shut the door you started to cry collapsing onto the floor. You suddenly heard Sam’s voice calling your name.
“Yeah?” You asked.
“Can I come in?”
“I’m a mess, better not. Give me a minute!”
“Okay but know one thing. It’s not your fault you were born like this. It doesn’t matter what you are nor what abilities you have, it only matters what you do. It’s your choice. You were a baby when it happened, (Y/N).”
Sam’s words hit you like a damn truck. He was right, you knew he was, but you couldn’t shake off the guilt you felt. You decided to open the door. You wiped your tears and let him in.
“You sure know your way with words, Sam.” You said, forcing a smile on your face.
“That’s because I’ve been there.” He confessed.
“You said you and your brother deal with all kinds of strange stuff, what exactly do you mean? Are there more people like me?”
He told you he will tell you everything if you stop crying and go back to the library.
“Okay.”
When you got back to the library, Sam proceeded to tell you stories that you would only read in books or see in movies. He told you he and Dean were hunters, but not the ones you thought. They hunted creatures… supernatural beings.
Stories about actual ghosts, demons and even angels followed. Dean even told you God himself existed…and that Lucifer was a tantrum making man-child which made you chuckle. When you asked them about humans with abilities he told you there were people with telekinesis, but your case was unknown to them.
“Well then…” Disappointment and confusion was all you felt in that moment.  “This sucks.”
“Want a drink?” Dean asked.
“Yes, please.” You said as a thought followed. I’m not old enough to drink.
Dean went and got you the strongest whiskey he could find. When you took a sip, the burning sensation went straight through your throat. It was strong alright and you have never tasted alcohol before. Strangely enough, it tasted good. It made you clench your eyes shut, but it was really good.
“Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
“Do you think I’m a monster?” You then asked him. Dean was taken aback for a second before he finally answered.
“Nah, you don’t want to kill people, do you?”
“No.”
“You don’t feed off people?”
“No.”
“Then you’re good, don’t worry. Besides, I think it’s pretty awesome what you can do.”
You have never heard someone tell you this; then again no one has ever known what you can do. His words rang in your mind as your gaze went to your now half empty glass, wondering how you drank the amount you did.
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re like a walking, talking Zippo lighter.” Dean’s voice was naturally deep and husky; hearing him call you a walking,talking Zippo lighter sent light shivers all over your body. His lips formed a pout, he seemed to really like his little analogy.
Looking at your right hand, scanning every inch of it, you couldn’t get his words off your mind; a walking, talking Zippo lighter. Something in your mind happened that caused the tip of your index finger to make a small flame, indeed like a lighter. You smiled in shock; this was the first time you actually used your ability, without feeling angry. Rotating your hand you imagined the flame getting bigger, and indeed it became bigger.
“Like this?” You asked.
“Wow.” Dean said clearly impressed while Sam had a look of worry written all over his face.
“(Y/N)…” Sam finally spoke in a whisper. Brows furrowed; his face screamed concern. He was afraid you might slip and lose control, like you did with him. You took that as a sign to stop, so you brought your fingers into a fist and the flame was gone.
“Sorry.” You then mumbled.
“You’re indeed a Zippo lighter.” Dean said and lifted his glass. “Let’s drink to that!”
“Cheers!” You said lifting yours and chugged the rest of the whiskey.  “What am I going to do though?”
One glass of whiskey wasn’t enough for you to forget your whole situation. You had nowhere to go, only a little money in your pocket that will probably last you a month if you skip dinner every night.
“Tell you what, why don’t you stay with us for a while?” Sam said. “This library is filled with books about the supernatural, there must be something about your ability, we just have to find it.”
“Really?” You asked, looking at Dean for approval.
“We don’t usually do this, heck we don’t do this ever, but if Sam trusts you I trust you. But if you do anything stupid we will have a problem. Got it?” Dean said.
“DEAN!” Sam yelled, annoyed because in his eyes, he was basically threatening a child. You were 20, but still apparently a child in his eyes.
“THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” You got up from your chair and went straight for a hug.
“Oh, okay then…” Dean said as you wrapped your hands around his neck from behind as he was still sitting and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Dean was definitely surprised by your actions and couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. Then you went and hugged Sam. You felt so small due to his height. His body was firm and he smelled like a winter mountain’s air, fresh.  
For the first time in your life you felt safe. These guys just met you and they were willing to take you under their wing and help you find answers to questions that followed you for as long as you have been on this Earth. You couldn’t be more thankful for that.
*********
First few weeks living in the bunker with the brothers was a bit awkward and not for them, but for you. It still kind of was after almost five months of being a part of their lives. Sam became like a brother to you, for the first time in your life you could just let go and tell someone what was bothering you and what was on your mind. He became your best friend.
But Dean on the other hand…
Dean was something else. You found yourself looking at him more and more, but in a way you didn’t understand. It came out of nowhere. The man was gorgeous, no doubt about that, but he also liked rock music, had a weakness for pecan pie and overall was a pretty funny guy with a heart of gold. Of course you couldn’t tell Sam about it, it would make things even more awkward and you definitely couldn’t tell Dean, so you decided to not think about it. Suffer in silence and be dramatic…
You had a pretty good life with them. At first Dean didn’t let you go on hunts with them because he thought you would get hurt, but you took care of that. When a nest of vampires came to your town you made sure to show Dean what you can do. You took down the whole nest with one flame.
“Damn (Y/N)!” He said when he realized the whole nest was dead. It made you blush like a schoolgirl.
Your ability just kept getting stronger. Sam was helping you control it and so far it was working, deep breaths, meditation and surprisingly yoga helped but as far as knowing the origin of your powers… that still remained a mystery. Being an impulsive ass you sometimes had moments when you couldn’t control yourself and lit things on fire. It was a little saddening knowing you might never find an answer where your powers came from but you learned to accept it. So far it was working for you. You were in a good place.
One Monday morning you were eating breakfast with the boys while Sam was on his laptop with a piece of toast in his mouth searching for a case.
“Sam, will you ever eat breakfast without your beloved laptop?” You asked him.
“Nope.” He mumbled.
You looked over at Dean who was looking back at you smiling. He was looking extra good today which made you nervous. Your little crush was still alive and well, tormenting you day and night. You smiled back at him before you heard Sam saying he found a case. Perfect timing, you didn’t want to look for too long and be obvious.
“Where?” Dean asked.
“Los Angeles. Two people dead and one is missing. Eyes burnt.”
“City of angels and dead angels. What an irony.” You said.
“Or demons.” Dean added.
“So are we going?” You then asked.
You were going and you were going right after breakfast. You packed your bags and went within 20 minutes. The ride was going to be long so you packed some snacks, water and beer as well. This was going to be the first LONG drive with the brothers. Almost 24 hours… Sitting in the back seat you couldn’t help but watch Dean as he started the engine and pushed the gas pedal of his Baby. He really loved that car, blasting Led Zeppelin through the speakers, jamming to their music and genuinely being happy.
After a while you put your jacket against the window using it as a pillow and fell asleep. You didn’t get much sleep that night so might as well use the time to nap.
You woke up about two hours later still on the road.
“Good morning.” You heard Dean say.
“Hi (Y/N).” Sam said.
“Hi, are we there yet?” You murmured, still a little sleepy.
They both laughed telling you, you have been asleep for only two hours.
“Damn it.”
The ride was long and exhausting. You listened to Dean’s playlist which you didn’t mind considering you loved classic rock and slept while the older brother was driving. You made a few stops here and there to stretch your legs and have a breath of fresh air before finally arriving in Los Angeles the next day at around 7am. You found a cheap motel and decided to eat and rest for a bit before going to work. The room was relatively small with three beds, a semi clean bathroom and a dining table.  
“Dibs on the shower.” You said.
“I’m next.” Sam said, looking at his brother.
“Ugh fine.” You heard Dean as you closed the door.
After a steamy hot shower you felt like you have just been reborn. Because it was hot as hell (pun intended), you put on a pair of shorts, one of Dean’s old Led Zeppelin shirts you “borrowed” and your worn out boots. When you opened the door Dean’s gaze went straight to you. He was obvious but you didn’t see it. You were too tired and hungry to notice anything.
Dean was lost in you and he was quite confused by it. When he first saw you, he thought you were cute but then when you told him you were 20 he slapped himself mentally. He was 35 and it felt weird.
While he was drinking his beer and Sam was taking a shower, he watched you as you roamed around the room packing your stuff searching for God knows what in those damn shorts before you sat down across from him and opened your small bottle of vodka you bought at the gas station. You looked older than your actual age so buying alcohol was never a problem for you.
“What’s that?” Dean asked.
“Vodka.”
“You know you’re not old enough to drink?”
“I will be 21 in five months, leave me be.” You smiled and took a sip. Vodka was strong, burning your throat for a few seconds but it felt so good it woke you up instantly. Drinking on an empty stomach wasn’t smart at all and you knew that, but man you needed that little taste. You were a little nervous being alone with Dean.
You didn’t know but he couldn’t stop thinking how hot you were in those shorts and his shirt. “Why the fuck do I have a crush on a chick who's not old enough to drink?”
*****
The next day started at 6am. Dean woke you with a fresh cup of coffee under your nose.
“Good morning princess.”
His sarcastic tone made you roll your eyes before you even opened them. You got up, eyes still closed, hair all over your face, and took a sip of bitter black coffee. It was good enough to make you open your eyes, as you sat on the edge of the bed, processing your existence.
“Where’s Sam?” You said under your breath.
“Went to check out the bodies. Get dressed! We are going in ten minutes!”
“Without breakfast?” You asked knowing damn well Dean would never skip breakfast.
“With breakfast dumbass! We are meeting him at the diner two blocks away.”
“Good.” You simply said and went to the bathroom.
*****
The whole day was a bust. You checked out the bodies but couldn’t locate the source of the killings and with Cas (a badass angel whom you had a pleasure meeting once) not answering his angel phone, you were kinda stuck.
Later that day another body popped up, but no new leads followed. Annoyed, tired and sweaty in the suits you were wearing pretending to be the FBI, you decided to try again tomorrow. Sam decided to go for a walk and clear his head, while Dean was ready to hit the sack. You were hungry so you decided to grab a burger before going back to the motel.
After eating your Five guys you came back to the room, ready for a shower and some sweet dreams. Where's Dean?
Kicking your boots off, you noticed Dean’s suit on his bed and yet again wondered where he was. You took off the blazer and pants, feeling the warm air brush your skin and relief since it was so damn hot. Wrapping a towel around your naked body you opened the bathroom door only to see Dean standing surrounded by steam with a towel around his hips. You have seen him shirtless before, covered in cuts and blood, but shirtless nonetheless and every time you would tell yourself to not stare for too long.
“Holy shit, I’m sorry.” You said and closed the door immediately. You could feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you tried to shake the same feeling away. Dean was good at reading people and you had to be careful with your silly little crush. You didn’t want to make things awkward.
Dean opened the door, still wearing only a towel.
“You done?” You refused to look at him. Your eyes were looking at the bathroom door right behind him.
“Yeah.” He said. He was admiring the sight before him. Your locks of hair gently touching your shoulders, white towel wrapped around you, you looked tired and beautiful. I will lose my damn mind.
You just nodded and went to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Deep breaths didn't help, your heartbeat was in your throat, while your body felt unfamiliar and tense.
Meanwhile Dean got dressed and went to bed trying desperately to not think about the view he saw minutes ago. He failed.
Great, now I have a boner.
In the bathroom you took your sweet time to really enjoy the shower. You liked steaming hot showers, your philosophy was: if the skin wasn’t red afterwards, the shower wasn't good enough. You've always loved being hot, summer was your favorite holiday, hot coffee was your favorite drink; you sometimes wondered if your ability shaped your whole personality…BUT feeling hot and bothered because of a man was another story. It wasn't any man, it was Dean Winchester. You shook the sweet sinful thoughts of you and him doing the horizontal tango and focused on washing the shampoo from your hair.
After the shower you brushed your teeth and got into an oversized Mötley Crüe shirt you bought a few years ago in a random music store in Kansas. It covered your ass and was perfect for sleeping. Plus it reminded you of the things that once were and bittersweet memories of your almost normal life.
I wonder how his lips taste. God, I really want to bite his perfect little nose.
You shook your head.
No….skin care!
After finishing your skin care, which only consisted of one serum, you stepped out of the bathroom and saw Dean on his phone, pretending to not scan you as you went under the covers.
God, I love that shirt on her.
I should really do something before Sam gets back.
"(Y/N)?" You heard him as you were trying to get comfortable in a shitty motel bed.
"Yeah?"
She's too young for me.
She doesn't like me.
It's weird.
"Do you still wish to be normal?"
Stupid fucking question.
"Not really, why?"
Dean swallowed nervously, not knowing where to take this conversation.
You were surprised by his question. Why is he asking me this?
"Just wondering, I know how messed up you were when we met."
"You and Sam really helped me accept that part of myself. It's not something I would change." You were lying on your side, facing Dean. Something seemed off about him and you noticed. It felt like secrets were lingering in the air and he refused to say anything. The air was tense. You were nervous.
Maybe I'll get lucky tonight.
You're not in a porn movie (Y/N)! Snap out of it! He probably thinks I'm too young for him?
Should I do something though?
What is he hiding from me?
"Plus, I really like being a walking, talking Zippo lighter." You finally added, reminding him of his little comparison.
He chuckled. "You know, I have one and it's not as badass as you."
You felt your cheeks burning up. You were trying to determine if it was his comment or warm air in the room.
"Yeah well, I'm a collector's item. Unique, I guess." You said and sat up on the edge of the bed. You looked at your left hand before it was engulfed in fire. Dean was watching you closely, hypnotized by the flame. You wanted to try something you have been practicing for a while.
"Open your Zippo, Dean." You told him. He went to the sofa and got his lighter from his jacket. He was only in his boxers but you were too focused on the flame in your hand to fully process.
He opened the silver Zippo he had had for years and before he could say anything you snapped your fingers and a small flame started flying in the air before it settled on the wick.
"Holy shit that's awesome!"  
"Yeah? Been practicing control for a bit."
"Well good job Zippie! This is fucking amazing!" For a second he sounded like an excited child in an amusement park.
You chuckled. Zippie. You liked when he gave you nicknames and occasional terms of endearment like sweetheart or darling. It made your little heart dance.
"I really like that." You said and formed a fist making the whole flame disappear from your hand and his lighter.
"What?" He asked. His voice was deep but something changed. You couldn't put a finger on it but your gut was telling you something good was lingering just around the corner. His face was a dead giveaway. You knew Dean, not long, but long enough to recognise the look he had whenever he wanted to devour a woman alive. You’ve seen it like ten times in the past few months. He was a flirty type.  
His face was relaxed, smoldering eyes burning right through you, occasionally licking his perfect plum lips.
He likes me.
"I like the nickname Zippie." You finally said as you snapped back to reality.
He didn't say anything. He just put his lighter back in the pocket of his leather jacket and sat on your bed.
"Can I tell you something, Zippie?"
"Yeah, you can." You said, your voice struggling not to completely disappear.
"When I say I think you're badass I really mean that. You're really something else…"
Why can't I just tell her?
You smiled. You knew he thought your ability was awesome but to hear him say it was something else. It was from the heart.
"I believe you."
You sat next to him and put your index finger in front of him. A small yellow flame appeared.
"Make a wish!" You said. He wasn't sure why you did that but he knew exactly what to wish for.
I wish you would kiss me back.
Dean closed his eyes and blew the candle that was your finger.
After he did it, you did exactly the same.
I wish you would kiss me.
"What did you wish for?" You said, not noticing how close your faces were.
"This!" And with that Dean closed the gap between you with a soft kiss on your lips. You could taste the hint of mint right away from his toothpaste while your hand went to cup his cheek before you decided to sit on his lap. Your forehead was resting on his when you broke the kiss.
"I wished the same thing." You confessed.
His hand went in your hair as he smiled and kissed you again, this time letting you know he wanted more. He wanted it all.
You moaned into the kiss and you placed your hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer. His kisses were addictive, sweet and with a taste of something you have never experienced before – lust. You’ve kissed a few, you’ve made out with the few, but never actually felt wanted enough to sleep with someone. Until now.
You broke the kiss, panting like you just ran a marathon.
“Sam’s going to kill you, y’know?” You said as his lips drifted to your neck, leaving a small trail of kisses all over.
“Why do you think that?” He was, of course, clueless.
“It’s not like you’re 15 years older than me Dean.” You said sarcastically. “Plus he sees me as his younger sister.”
“Ew gross!” He answered between kisses. “I mean…I thought I’m too old for you but–”
“But nothing.” You cut him off. “It’s not like I’m 16, give me a break! Plus 35 is a perfect age for a man.”
Dean lifted his head up to look at you, his green eyes were sparkling and his lips were smiling. “You think so?”
“Yeah I know so! Sam showed me your old photos when you were in your early 20s. You are aging like fine wine.”
It was true. You and Sam were rummaging through old boxes on a random, rarely free, Sunday when you found old photos of the brothers throughout the years. Dean in his early 20s was an innocent, breathtaking boy with a stunning smile on his face. He would protect you and make sure you were safe, whilst Dean in his early 30s would kill for you and make sure you were far from danger. Dean in his early 30s was tired and wise, body and soul filled with scars, but beauty intact.
Dean’s smile became a smirk. He nodded, accepting the compliment before he kissed you again. His hands went under your shirt, his fingers tracing all over your skin, sending goosebumps all over your body. In response you started to slowly move your hips and grind against him, feeling how hard he already was. It then hit you. You didn’t tell him.
“Dean?” You said breaking the kiss…again.
“Huh?”
“I have a thing I forgot to tell you.” You started. You felt nervous even though you didn’t know why. It wasn’t a big deal and you knew that, The only question was how to properly articulate it.
“Spill it!” He looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes, excited about what you would say next. Who knew he was like a puppy when he liked someone.
“You’re going to be my first.” You finally spilled it after a few seconds of silence.
He tilted his head slightly. “You mean your first DILF?”
You sighed and gave him a bitch face. Too much time with Sam was rubbing off on you. “You’re not a father as far as I know, Dean! No, like the first guy I’m gonna sleep with!”
His lips formed a small O when you told him.
“You mean…?”
“Yeah!”
“Are you sure you want to though?” He then asked, even though he already knew the answer. You trusted him. He trusted you.
“Yeah. Now shut up and kiss me, will ya?”
“Yes ma’am.” He smirked.
This kiss seemed different, needy and filled with lust and adoration. It felt like he was holding everything back until now. It felt like you finally got to taste your favorite wine, so sweet and addictive. You couldn't get enough of it.
You leaned in, urging him to follow you as you fell into the mattress. While you were kissing, you couldn't help but slowly move your hips, grinding against him, feeling how hard he was. It was a brand new feeling. You liked the idea of him getting all hot and bothered because of you. He moaned into the kiss, growing impatient before he took your shirt off, exposing you completely. You thought you were going to be shy and hide your body from him, but something about Dean made you feel comfortable and free.
"You're so beautiful." He said in pure adoration.
"You're making me blush." You said and meant it. His words were meaningful and true. No other person has ever made you believe the things they said. That was why you didn't even bother to go all the way with people you have been seeing. You could read right through them and see their true intentions.
Your hands were roaming freely all over his body. He was all muscles and covered in scars, each one telling a story of his life as a hunter.
He took his time on you, making sure you were comfortable and relaxed for him. His right hand went down to your naked body, feeling every bump and inch of your skin. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh. When he reached the most sensitive spot between your legs his thumb started to rub you in a circular motion while his lips never left your neck. .
“You like that?” He asked between kisses.
The only thing that escaped from your lips was a light: “Aha.”
“Good.”
He took your panties off exposing you completely under him. Soon his boxers followed. When you saw how big he actually was you swallowed nervously wondering how much it would hurt. You knew first times always hurt and it usually sucked, but so far you were enjoying every minute of it. He knew which buttons to push and which places to kiss.
He positioned himself between your legs and slowly entered you. You were holding on to his back, fingers deep in his skin as you gasped in discomfort. It hurt but it wasn’t as bad as you expected.
“Holy shit!” You said under your breath.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah…just….move!”
He nodded and started to move slowly. It still hurt but after every slow thrust, it hurt a little bit less and less, until the pleasure took over the pain almost completely. He was taking it slow while kissing every inch of your skin he could get his lips on. You were breathing into each other while his thrusts became faster and stronger. You could feel yourself getting warmer and something in the lower part of your stomach. You weren’t sure what it was but you liked it.
“You’re hot!” He noticed, feeling your body temperature rise after every thrust.
“I feel weird!” You whispered into his ear before placing a kiss on his neck. “I think I’m close!”
It felt like a rollercoaster but instead of going up and down; you only went up until you couldn’t take anymore and just crashed. But the thing was your body temperature kept rising and rising until you reached your breaking point. You were both panting, gasping for air, your hands were leaving light scratches on Dean’s back and yet he didn’t even flinch.  
“FUCK!” You moaned, feeling the orgasm pierce through you. Your lips were parted, back slightly arched under Dean, but your eyes changed color – two yellow sparks appeared as you were experiencing your first big O.
“Dean!” His name didn’t leave your lips, just like a cigarette of a smoker.
Dean didn’t stop until you came down from the euphoric high. He watched your eyes go back to your normal color, following your body temperature.
When he stopped moving and collapsed on you, you kissed him on the lips and did what you’ve always wanted to do – you bit his nose.
“Why did you do that?” He smiled in confusion.
“You have a perfect nose and for some reason I’ve always wanted to bite it.” You explained.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He moved next to you, covered in sweat, wondering what he saw a few moments ago.
“(Y/N), did you feel your temperature rise before you came?”
“Yeah. It was weird and yet it felt amazing.”
“Yeah your eyes also changed color.” He added, thinking how perfect your nickname was. Zippie the human lighter.
“Changed color?”
“Yeah they were yellow, like you had sparks in your eyes.”
“Awesome!” You said and kissed his shoulder. “Sam is still going to kill you though!”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah!”
That night you slept in separate beds since Sam was sharing the room with you. He came back three hours later and by that time you were both fast asleep.
The next morning during breakfast in the nearby diner, between stuffing your face with eggs and bacon, you decided to be a little bit of a dick.
“Sam, I found out something new about myself.”
Sam took a sip of his black coffee. “Really? What?”
Dean was ignoring the whole conversation, eating his pancakes.
“My body temperature rises and my eyes sparkle whenever I have an orgasm!”
Dean choked on his pancakes, while Sam stayed silent in shock before looking at Dean giving him his iconic bitch face.  
“Really, Dean?”
“Zippie, you’re a dick!” He told you.
“Your dick now since you like me that much, handsome!” You winked at him.
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00; -> THE IDYLLIC CITY LIFE. ( prologue )
stealing the spotlight — a genshin smau. [ idol! lyney x underground artist! reader ]
chapter warnings: mild swearing | w.c: 917
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“so, have you uploaded the video yet?”
“oh uhhh…”
“i’ll take that as a no.” kuni sighs on the other end of the line. “i’ve already told you before that it was fine, even the band said it was a good recording. what more convincing could you possibly need?”
“but fine isn’t good enough kuni,” you expressed, consciously walking back and forth in your room, “if i want to make it as an artist, these videos need to be more than just fine and good.”
“[name], you’re barely starting out.” he began, a hint of frustration laced in his voice as he repeated these words to you for what seemed like the millionth time.
“the day you become an official artist is the day you can talk shit about a song you recorded and nitpick to your heart’s content. but as far as i’m aware, you’re not even close to being at that point yet.”
ouch. you can always count on your best friend for blunt honesty. “talking from experience much?”
“obviously.” kuni retorts and you can faintly hear the sounds of an electric guitar being tuned. “now quit your whining and go upload it. i’ve got some recordings to do.”
“you’re recording this late at night?” you glance at the clock on your desk that reads about half an hour until midnight. “you sure nahida won’t be on your ass about fixing your sleep schedule?”
“i’m my own artist and an adult. i’ll sleep and record whenever i want to.” he quips and you can’t help but laugh as you recall the last time nahida scolded the guy for staying up till 3AM. “i better see that video uploaded by the end of the night.”
“alright, alright…i will.”
after exchanging brief goodbyes with each other, you return to your desk. back to square one again, that is—staring blankly at your computer screen and waiting for something to magically happen.
the sound of claws scratching on glass emits across the silent room, instantly catching your attention as you look towards the window. with a smile, you step away from your desk, walking over to allow the feline patiently waiting on the other side into your room.
“well good evening to you too, rosseland.” you greet, watching as the cat leisurely trotted in, wasting no time to make itself comfortable amongst the countless pillows and stuffed animals on your bed.
to this day, you still have no idea where exactly this cat came from, much less who he belongs to. after a particularly arduous day at university, when you wanted nothing more than to pass out on your bed, you were awoken by the sound of scratches and persistent meowing outside your window. and there on the fire escape, sat a cat whose fur was as dark as the night.
his collar offered no address or phone number to dial, just his name, “rosseland.” therefore you figured he at least had some kind owner. but you were way too mentally drained at the time to even go through the hassle of finding his owner and simply allowed him to spend the night in your apartment.
a problem for tomorrow, as you put it. but when the next morning came around, rosseland was nowhere to be found. nowadays, he just comes and goes as he pleases. you even got him his own bowl for food and water.
your anxiously tap your finger against the desk, eyeing the cursor on the screen that hovers over the button. it’s not like you haven’t done this before already. you have plenty of cover songs uploaded to your channel and even a few original ones that have all been well received so far. albeit by a small following but still! so what’s so different about this one?
it’s like kuni said, it was great. well he actually said it was “fine” but you know your best friend has good intentions in everything he says. no matter how snarky or blunt they may sound. even the guys from the band were nice enough to be part of the video as well and you don’t want their time and effort to be wasted because of your own worries and doubt.
“gah…whatever.” you muttered, finally clicking the upload button. swiveling around in your chair, you turn to the bed, “let’s get you some food rosseland! i’m dying for some take out right now.”
rosseland simply meows in return, stretching itself out before following you out of the bedroom. left unmonitored, the video would eventually become posted to your channel. unbeknownst to you however, as the night progressed, the views on your video would increase by the second. Hundreds of views became thousands and thousands to millions.
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“lyney,” lynette calls out to her brother, who remains seated on the floor of their living room with a game controller in hand and fixated on the game, “where’s rosseland?”
“hm?” he hums, eyes not breaking away from the TV for even a second, “what are you talking about? he’s right there sleeping on the couch.”
lynette glances to the couch. empty.
“no he isn’t. also why do you have the window open?” she questioned, shivering slightly at the cool breeze permeating the room. “it’s freezing cold in here.”
lyney sighed, pausing his game. “i never opened the window—” as he turned to confirm his words to his sister, he was only greeted with her deadpanned face as she pointed at the painfully obvious opened window. “he escaped again!?”
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end note: if you dont know who rosseland is YOU AINT A LYNEY ENTHUSIAST /j also happy bday to my two fav magicians! you’ll come home soon lyney i swear😭(i dont have him)!!
fun story fact by the way: lyney regularly loses track of rosseland. he’s not a neglectful owner though guys HELP mans is just not self aware the first time he “lost” him poor boy spent the whole night looking across the city for rosseland that ended up with him getting recognized on the streets and forced to retreat LMAO. definitely struggled to sleep that night. next morning though he woke up with his cat sleeping peacefully on top of him and cried tears of joy. insert picture of lyney bawling his eyes out while hugging rosseland who has no reaction. he tried feeding him cause he was worried he was starving but was confused af when he wasn’t eating. obviously cause you fed him already the night before.
“LYNETTE WHAT IF HE HATES ME!?”
“i think he’s just not hungry right now lyney…you do spoil him a lot after all.”
might do these fun facts more often if anyone is interested! i actually really like doing it and gives me the chance to add a tiny bit of extra content that otherwise couldn’t fit into the story</33
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ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis ; ━ lyney and lynette, the tantalizing duo that have taken the music industry by storm: dominating the charts, selling out shows, enrapturing the hearts of many, you name it. naturally, with their ever-growing stardom, it’s no surprise hundreds of aspiring artists cover their songs, which lyney finds pathetically cute—in an endearing way of course! after all, he absolutely adores his fans above all. what he doesn’t find amusing though is when a seemingly unknown underground artist like you covers one of his songs that practically blows up on the internet, outshining the original. but when lyney decides to confront you personally about such a matter, you’re left at a loss because—who the hell is this spoiled brat of a celebrity?
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prismaticpichu · 2 months
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Zack gets hold of Seph's phone and changes his ringtone + records a morning alarm message! What are they??
Green eyes groggily slide open, holding their own weight for about three seconds before fluttering shut again. There’s a tired groan, a lazy shuffle in the crumpled mass of sheets and linen. Sephiroth rolls aside on his pillow, away from the thin tresses of sunlight that are beckoning him to awaken.
Five more minutes… he mumbles in his head. He had been up since 3am…
Just five more…—
*BEEEP*
Gooood morning, sunshine! It’s your bud here wishing you a fannnnntastic return to the conscious realm! (It’s Zack, by the way—some people say I sound like a girl over the phone.) Anywho I recorded this message here to make sure you’re maintaining a healthy circadian rhythm! So c’mon now, pal, it’s time to get up! Get up, be active! Get up, be active! Get up, be active! Get up, be active! Get up, be active! Get up, be active! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIVE! GET UP BE ACTIV—
“ALRIGHT I’M UP!” Sephiroth yanks the blankets off, swiping his phone off his nightstand to silence the alarm he absolutely did not set. He runs his hand through his hair, brushing aside the tumble of silver locks from his eyes—too tired to really question how or when on Gaia his best friend hijacked his PHS. And it wasn’t as if it wasn’t unpredictable, either; of course Zack would find a way to make sure he was sleeping well. That was just the way his friend was, kind and caring and overprotective.
Of him…
A vague smile crosses Sephiroth’s lips as Zack’s intentions really sink in, shaking his head in amusement. What was he going to do with him?
He sets down his PHS, letting out a yaw—
OHHHHHH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE! WOOO-OAH!! WE’RE LIVIN’ ON A PRAYER!
THE FU—
Sephiroth stumbles backwards and onto the floor—completely and utterly startled by the EXPLOSION of music that abruptly erupted around him. He looks around in confusion for several seconds before realizing the source of the radio is his own PHS.
Still on the floor, Sephiroth reaches to answer his phone.
And Zack’s voice cheerily greets him.
“Did you get my alarm?!” :D
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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years
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niche boyfriend things i think bts would do
a/n: friendly reminder that bts are my boyfriends i claim da whole crew <333
part 1 | part 2
namjoon:
he writes you letters like yeah he communicates with you in normal ways of course but every once in a while he’s overwhelmed with what he feels for you and pulls out his journal and writes you a letter he doesn’t send every one he writes to you but they exist
forehead kisses
he’s very conscious of his surroundings especially when you’re around he wants to protect you to keep you safe so if you’re walking side by side and for some reason you end up on the side closest to the street he pulls you in and switches sides with you
pillow talk!!!!! he gets sleepy and spills his guts starts talking all metaphorical and poetic and you just gotta give him a little kith to bring him back down to earth
if you sent him to the store to get something he’d get distracted and come back with everything except what you asked for but would always go back and get what you needed tho when you hit him with the 😐🤨
100% enables your plushie addiction like if he’s out and he sees one he goes back and forth over whether he should get it bc he knows you have so many but ultimately decides to get it bc he loves how excited you get when you see it and how you hug it and immediately find a home for it on your bed or shelf
calls you baby so much you get culture shock if he ever says your actual name
when you wanna spend time with him without interrupting his methods of relaxation he reads to you <333
gives you a crash course on botany so you can take care of his plants when he’s away like there’s an actual test that he makes you take on direct vs indirect sunlight and the amount of water each one gets etc; makes a nifty little chart detailing the care instructions anyway bc he doesn’t trust you to remember; checks in weekly to see if you’ve followed through
makes pinky promises when he’s super serious; pinky promises he’ll get some rest, he won’t work himself to the bone, he’ll tell you when things get hard, he’ll love you forever; he hasn’t broken one yet
seokjin:
would get you guys a set of those friendship lamps that you’re supposed to tap when you’re missing/thinking about the other person <333 but he’d only tap it when it’s the middle of the night you’d be sound asleep at 3am and all of a sudden your room get lit up like spongebob when he was vibing with the jellyfish
he texts you good morning and good night everyday without fail
uses you as an excuse to get out of social situations so sometimes you’ll come home at night and he’s just there on your computer playing games and you’re like ???? and he’s like i told them i had plans with you and didn’t want to be a liar
you’re his go to drinking buddy so he texts you at odd hours and inappropriate times to get drinks like it’ll be 10 am on a tuesday and you’ll have just gotten your wisdom teeth taken out the day before and he’ll text you when you get out of bed to change your gauze talm bout “drinks???” like dawg no 💀
offers you the first bite of whatever he’s having whether it’s his dinner some ice cream a sip of his drink his gummy bears whatever you always get first pick even if you have your own
gets shy about asking you on a date all face flushed red in the ears even if you’ve been together for a while; has led to him on separate occasions casually inviting you over to his place only for him to answer the door with his hair slicked back wearing slacks and a button up after having cooked you a three course gourmet meal and you’re standing there in leggings and a hoodie with a hole in the sleeve
literally only cares about your opinion like if he wants to wear something and twenty people including his stylists are telling him it look goofy but you say it’s a vibe he’s gonna go head and wear it
not a fan of pda but at the same time he can’t find it in himself to break the tradition of kissing you in greeting no matter who’s around
if you’re carrying something no matter how light or heavy it is when he sees you you won’t be bc he’s holding it for you
answers the phone whenever you call no matter what time zone he’s in and stays on as long as you need him to
yoongi:
if you was sitting down side by side he would have one arm wrapped around you resting on your hip
he talks about you like all the time like if y’all was hanging out everyone knows bc he’s mentioned it like six times or if anything was ever said or did that resembled something you said or did he’s gonna say how it reminded him of the time you… your name just always gon be in his mouth
there’s a folder on his computer with all the voice memos you’ve ever sent him saved so he can listen to them back whenever he misses you; has definitely sampled some in songs that may or may not see the light of day
when you get curious about how he does what he does he shows you and lets you mess around on his equipment helping you make beats and add sounds and what not and actually develops the tracks he thinks may have potential
complains about you fussing over him whenever he’s sick or injured but lowkey loves and expects it like if you didn’t he’d go around with his lip poked out acting like an abandoned kitten until you started fussing over him again
even tho he doesn’t really drink it anymore he makes you coffee every morning
indulges in your hobbies even if he doesn’t particularly care for it like will spend 6 hours building an 1800 piece lego set with you just bc you asked
always consults you on which selfies he should post so you gotta sit there and play spot the difference tryna figure out if he should post the one where his smirk is set at a 45° angle or 47° angle
lowkey possessive like if you’re out and someone approaches you and starts talking to you for longer than 30 seconds he’s gonna nonchalantly slide over to you and wrap his hand around your waist not bc he’s insecure in y’all relationship in anyway but he just wants everyone to be aware that you’re spoken for
you watch videos on his phone together in bed blanket over your laps you tucked up under his arm sharing one set of earphones you get the right and he gets the left
hoseok:
holds your hand in the car while he driving
he leans on you a lot like whenever y’all sitting next to each other his head is on your shoulder; almost exclusively the big spoon when cuddling tho
always brings you back something from wherever he’s travelled to even if he didn’t get a chance to go out much and it’s just like a candy bar from the airport or sumn like if you visit him in the middle of tour you gotta bring an empty bag just for the presents he got you
facetimes you whenever he’s on lunch break sometimes he goes to find a quiet place where y’all can chat while he eating other times he let the chaos ensue and you gotta talk to everyone and listen as they all slurp and smack on whatever they got
makes you take pictures with him as soon as you wake up like you’ll be barely coherent face puffy eyes swollen dried up drool caked up on the corner of your lip and he pulling out his ole reliable polaroid and making you pose
randomly compliments you like you’ll be in the middle of some odd rant about how different colored m&m’s should have different flavors or how ranch is the inferior salad dressing and he’ll just interrupt you with a “you’re so pretty” and then urge you to continue on as if he didn’t just fluster you
custom orders matching bonnets for you two his has your face on it and yours has his face on it
paints your toes in exchange for you painting his fingers; nearly sabotages his own work and gets kicked bc he can’t resist the urge to tickle your feet
on days where you don’t have anything going on and can tag along with him doing this and that he likes to pick out your outfit; he dresses you in a similar fashion to his self and says that you’re his mini me for the day; happens often enough that everyone picks up on it and your new nickname is actually junior
has an entire photo album dedicated to pictures of you; prints out his favorite ones and starts a scrapbook detailing the timeline of your relationship and random memories of things you’ve done and places you’ve been together
jimin:
whenever he feels compelled he will bite your neck and there will be a hickey left in his wake
pretty much holds you hostage whenever he’s not working like constantly coaxing you into staying the night or weaseling his way into your place and when they had that 2 month break…..y’all lived together; is currently searching for a location to make that a permanent situation
loves to mess with you when you’re relaxing like you could be laying on the couch watching something on netflix and he gon come and lay on top of you with a smug smirk on his face and while you whining and squirming and pushing trying to get him off you he’s pretending he doesn’t know what’s going on like you’re not there
your health and happiness is very important to him and it’s his personal to mission make sure nothing and no one gets in the way of that even yourself so he nags a lot always asking if you took your vitamins making sure you’re appropriately dressed for the weather always checking up on you bothering you when he knows you’re not doing well so you’ll talk to him it’s annoying sometimes but you know it’s from a place of love 💞
whenever he goes somewhere without you he make sure to take plenty of pictures and even makes notes in his phone so he can give you an accurate play by play of everything he saw and did bc he wants to experience everything with you even when he can’t; makes it a point to bring you back to the spots he really enjoyed so you can see it for yourself too
lays his head in your lap and shakes it around until you get the hint and start playing in his hair
loves to make himself feel big and make you feel small by pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around you but switches up in general when it comes to cuddling sometimes he wants to be your man other times he wants to be your baby ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
if by some grace of god he wakes up in the morning when he doesn’t have a schedule he makes the both of you breakfast to eat in bed
if he ever notices you online shopping just browsing and adding the things you like to the cart he’ll buy it out for you once you’re finished with or without your knowledge
butterfly kisses
taehyung:
no matter how long he been sleep if you join him he’s gonna latch onto you he could be sleep for five hours been hugging a pillow the whole time but as soon as he feel that bed dip from you getting in his arm will be wrapped around your waist
he makes you playlists
always makes sure he looks good for you like if it’s a scheduled date there’s a 90% chance he’s showing up in a suit regardless of the activity planned even if it’s just like a random trip to the grocery store he’s at least slicking his hair back before picking you up; he never expects you to follow suit tho always tells you to wear whatever you want whatever is comfortable so there’s definitely photos somewhere in your gallery of him in slacks and a blazer with padded elbows while you’re in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt
midnight drives with no destination in mind just the open road windows down if the weather’s nice and good vibes
whenever there’s a couple days that he’s not filming anything he’ll let his facial hair grow out with the sole purpose of rubbing his stubbly cheeks across your face simply bc he knows it irritates you
massages your feet after a long day
prides himself on being a gentleman so he always has to open the car door for you when you ride together; if you open it yourself to get out he’s gonna hit you with the 😐👉🚗 and make you go back in so he can do it for you
complains that he’s tired of takeout and begs and begs until you agree to meal prep for him so he won’t starve when he’s left alone also your leftover fairy <333 whenever you cook he get a plate or two
sulks if he doesn’t have your undivided attention
definitely for special occasions but also just randomly gifts you flowers like he’ll pull up to the crib just to deliver flowers to you simply bc he felt like it; you’ll ask him what the flowers are for he’ll shrug and say just because ask if you like them and when you smile and say yeah he’ll kiss you on your cheek then turn to leave at which point you have to pull him back and convince him to either come in or take you with him bc he can’t just make you fall in love with him all over again and leave
jungkook:
he plays with your hair like if you have type 1/2 hair i can see him mindlessly twirling the ends around his finger and if you have type 3/4 hair he pulls at the strands and watches them bounce back into place
stares at you dreamily when you’re not looking (and blushes when you do catch him)
never asks for kisses just crowds your space and puckers his lips and waits for you to close the gap no matter how long it takes except for when he really wants one then he’ll squeeze your cheeks with one of his hands and bring your lips to his
plays in your hair and makeup when he’s bored like you’ve definitely come home and seen him chilling in one of your wigs sporting a cherry red lip and blue eyeshadow it’s not even surprising anymore you’re just helping him work on his color combos and blending technique at this point
he be stealing 😭 like you’ll be in the middle of making spaghetti or sumn and you look on your spice rack and the oregano rosemary and thyme nowhere to be found lo and behold he done took it for whatever he was cooking last week and never brought it back
your butt is actually just a resting pad for his hands he pats it every time he walks past you and if you’re ever laying on top of him his hands may start wrapped around your back but in due time they’re at your butt just rubbing bc he likes the feel of it it’s comforting to him
develops a “what’s yours is mine” mentality for some reason like you’ll have a water bottle and before you even can sit it down he’s taking it and gulping some down or you’ll be watching tv together and you’ll get up and get your pint of ice cream and sit back down and next thing you know he getting up and coming back with a spoon of his own as if you extended an invitation to your snack
when you get restless at night he sings you to sleep 🥺
self designated dj of the relationship like super obsessed with setting the mood you gotta fight to get a song in edgewise
will do your skin care routine for you when you feel lazy all you gotta do is remove your makeup and wash your face and he’ll take care of the rest spends a good 10 minutes gently and thoroughly rubbing in your toner and all your serums and moisturizers
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honeylations · 11 months
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- “I Love You For You, Ryu” -
Prompt: Ryujin gets dumped by her ex girlfriend, Winter and you give your absolute best to help her get back on her feet. Little did she know was that you were trying to fight your own feelings from having Ryujin all to yourself.
Warning(s): g!pRyujin, sad Ryu :( , heartbreak, happy ending, smut ;)
🍿🥤
———
It was 3:15am at your shared dorm with the girls. Yeji, Lia, Chaeryeong and Yuna were asleep in their bedrooms while you sat alone in the living room, waiting for Ryujin to come home. You knew you had schedules early in the morning but for some reason, your body refuses to sleep until the one member was with you in your shared room.
Ryujin told you earlier on that day that she was meeting up with her girlfriend, Karina from Aespa. No one knew about their secret relationship besides your group and their group, promising to keep your mouths shut until the two girls make it public themselves.
Ryujin had also told you about how rough her relationship was going with the Aespa member. Unfortunately Karina was not as supportive on finding out about Ryujin’s opposite-genitalia secret. She even tried to convince Ryujin to get surgery to make her a ‘proper woman”. It made your blood boil and also hurt your heart that your bestfriend (and love of your life) still decided to stay with her when you were right there, willing to give your whole soul to Ryujin.
You knew she wouldn’t love you back. She only saw you as a friend, a bestfriend, a sister, a group member. Although Ryujin had never confirmed that to you, your anxiety was speaking for you.
Your body straightened from the sound of the main door being unlocked, making you stand up quickly and speed walk to the door. You were about to scold the older member for being out so late but you froze upon seeing her look so…broken.
Ryujin’s eyes were red and puffy, face stained with tears, her hair a little ruffled, and she was sniffling behind her black mask. She looked at you with no colour in her eyes which you’re not used to.
She was known to be such a bright person, always smiling and giving the effort to make others smile too.
This wasn’t the Ryujin you knew.
She took off her mask and threw it to the side carelessly, shoving her hands into her pockets. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you” She mumbled with a voice that shattered your heart even more.
You opened out your arms and sighed. “Come ‘ere, gorgeous girl”
Lips quivering, she ran into your arms and broke down crying. You couldn’t quite decipher what she was saying between her cries but you did hear one sentence clearly.
‘I hate myself, Y/n’
Whatever Karina did to her, you were surely willing to run over to their dorm and smack the shit out of her.
“Hey let’s go to our room, how does that sound?” You softly whispered, running your fingers through her short hair.
You felt her nod and she allowed you to lead her weak body upstairs where you found the rest of your members, now awake. Oops.
“Hey it’s past 3am what’s- oh my god Ryu what’s wrong?!” Lia panicked, trying to make the girl face her but the crying member could only bury her face deeper into your neck, hugging you tighter.
“I think Ryu only wants Y/n right now. Let’s give them some space” Yeji spoke, her hand rubbing Ryujin’s back softly.
“Go on Y/n. I’ll check up on you two tomorrow morning” The leader continued to say in which you nodded and finally got Ryujin into your shared bedroom, locking the door behind you.
“Sit on the bed, darling. I’ll get some comfier clothes for you” You told her.
She didn’t respond. Her eyes stared blankly into the floor as she was seated on the bed, slowly taking her shoes off.
You went to her closet and came back with grey sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt, helping her get changed. You got her to lie down and you pulled her quilt over her curled body. You kissed her forehead and ran your fingers through her hair one more time. “Sleep this off for now, okay? We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t-“
“She broke up with me” The older finally spoke.
“What?”
“Lie down with me please, Y/n. I don’t want you to go too..”
You knew this wasn’t good for your heart but for Ryujin, you’d do anything so you got under the sheets and allowed the taller girl to lie her head on your chest and hug your waist. You continued caressing her back, knowing it helped her relax and you smiled upon hearing her sigh with relief.
“I’m not going anywhere, Ryu. Tell me what happened”
“The moment I went to her dorm, I cooked us dinner and the whole time we ate, I knew something was off with her. She wasn’t smiling, she didn’t give me any affection, and she didn’t even call me by our usual nicknames”
“Were her other members not there?”
“They were at their family’s house apparently so we were alone”
“Mhm. What happened next?”
Ryujin sighed. “That’s when she told me she wanted to break up. At first I thought it was because I wasn’t being good enough as a girlfriend but she said she didn’t want to be with someone born with a penis..She even said that if I truly loved her, I would get it cut off”
“That bitch..” You said under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“I was trying to explain to her that I liked the way I am but the more she insulted me, the more I started second guessing myself” Ryujin said as she started to cry again, you hugged her tighter.
“Oh Ryu, I’m so so sorry that happened to you. If Karina truly loved you, she wouldn’t have cared about what you were born with. It just showed how worthless she was. You deserve so much better and don’t ever think that you have to change yourself over some idiotic girl. Don’t do anything that will make you unhappy, okay?”
Ryujin sniffed and nodded, her glossy eyes looking into yours.
“You’re the most talented, most gorgeous, most handsome, most perfect person I know. I’m more than happy to tell you that again and again” You smiled, wiping her tears away with your thumb.
“You’re the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for” Ryujin smiled back at you.
“I know”
“I’m sorry for keeping you up this late”
“You don’t have to apologise for anything. But I’ll tell you what I want you to do from now on..”
Ryujin nodded, letting you know she was listening.
“Show everyone that you’re better than what Karina says. Even better, show her that you want to be you. It’ll anger her so much seeing how happy you are”
“Okay..” She said softly, her eyes slowly falling.
“You better have listened to what I just said sleepy head” you giggled.
She tiredly smiled at you before falling asleep, her little snores making you laugh more. You kissed her head again. “Goodnight Ryu….
I love you” You whispered the last part. “And I’d treat you so much better than Karina if you let me”
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It’s been a few months since Ryujin’s breakup and you ensured that you were with her every step of the way in healing, even though you were hurting in the process.
She seemed to be better now, finally going out and eating proper meals. She’d smile and laugh from time to time but she always stuck by your side which the other members had noticed.
Your whole group decided to have a night out at a pretty restaurant, using it as a time to reward yourselves for your hard work. You were all dressed nicely aswell, Yuna being the silly girl she was and forced everyone to wear black as the colour theme.
“Who’s funeral are we attending Yuna?” Lia joked, making the youngest playfully slap her shoulder.
“Black is a sexy colour! And tonight we are the stars of our own show” She winked, making you all laugh.
You, Chaeryeong and Lia sat on side of the table while Ryujin, Yeji and Yuna sat on the other side. You were lucky enough to have Ryu in front of you and she was looking hotter than ever. She was wearing a black button up long sleeve with black business pants and black shoes. She took the colour theme seriously.
You on the other hand was wearing a strapless black silk dress that reach just above your knees and it hugged your figure nicely. Yeji had already ordered the food for you all and as you were waiting, a group of girls entered the restaurant, making all of your heads turn. It was Aespa and one other girl that was holding hands with Karina.
You looked at Ryujin and she had her jaw and fists clenched while looking away. You felt yourself tense as the group approached you, Karina smirking with the girl in her hand. “Hey Itzy, funny seeing you here”
“It’s a restaurant after all. Anyone’s allowed to be here” You responded with a cold tone, sending a bitchy smile to the speaking girl.
Karina rolled her eyes. “Anyways this is Jooyeon, she’s a music producer for YG entertainment. She’s also my girlfriend, just putting that out there”
“We don’t remember asking” Yuna responded, making Yeji tap her under the table.
“Hey Ryu long time no see. Got a girlfriend yet?” Karina spoke to Ryujin who clenched her jaw tighter.
“Why do you care?” She growled. You held both of her hands and rubbed your thumbs across them, sending her a reassuring smile to hopefully calm her down.
You felt your heart swell as Ryujin smiled back.
“Oh don’t tell me” The Aespa member laughed, confusing you all.
“What?”
“I didn’t think you’d actually date Y/n. You couldn’t find any other girl so you had to go for your own member” Karina continued to laugh.
You were about to correct her that you and Ryujin weren’t (sadly) dating but Ryujin spoke up before you. “Yeah I chose Y/n cuz fortunately she doesn’t have the bitchy rat disease that you have. And hey, how’s that treatment for your yeast infection going?”
Everyone gasped as Lia choked on her wine.
“Fuck you Shin. Let’s go girls” Karina spoke, dragging the rest of her girls to their table.
“Ryu, we can go to a different restaurant if you want” Lia offered while cleaning the mess she made.
“No it’s fine. I want to be here with yous” She smiled.
“Does Karina actually have a yeast infection?!” Chaeryeong snorted, going red from laughter.
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to use it to insult her but she was really getting on my nerves. She’s so worried about what’s in my pants that she needs to worry more about the fiasco happening in her’s” Ryujin chuckled, not realising you and her were still holding hands.
“So…you two are dating?” Yeji questioned with a smirk.
Your eyes went wide as you pulled your hands back, face going red as a tomato. “N-No! Ryujin just said that get Karina off her ass!”
Ryujin pulled her hands back with disappointment that you didn’t seem to see, her smile slowly fading.
The food finally arrived and your group ate happily, finally getting peace and satisfaction you needed from your hard work.
———
Back at the dorms, you and the members bid each other goodnight but you and Ryujin didn’t plan on sleeping just yet. The older member was sitting at the edge of her bed, clearly filled with thoughts, looking cute in her blue plaid pyjamas.
“What’s on your mind, Ryu?” You asked, placing the book you were reading aside. You were in a matching pink plaid pyjama in which your roommate insisted to wear.
“Come with me to the balcony, Y/n. I wanna talk”
“Sure”
Following the member to the balcony, your eyes were blessed by the gorgeous view of the city lights and the stars in the sky. Ryujin was resting her arms on the railings while looking down. You stood next to her, eyes admiring her gorgeous side profile.
“What is it Ryu?”
“I wanna apologise for kinda putting you on the spot back at the restaurant when Karina came. I panicked and I didn’t know what else to do” She explained, still making eye contact with the city night.
“Hey don’t be sorry! Plus, it felt nice seeing her tremble”
“There’s one thing I need you to know though, Y/n” Ryujin spoke softly, facing you and looking deep into your eyes.
“W-What’s that?” You mentally cursed yourself for stuttering.
The taller girl held both of your hands again just like at the restaurant and pulled you closer. “I wasn’t faking anything”
You were speechless, mouth slightly parted in shock. Were you hearing her right?”
“The few months of me trying to find my source of healing…trying to find my answer to love..was right in front of me” She whispered, eyes flicking from your lips to your eyes. “I also didn’t tell you the full truth on why Karina broke up with me”
You tilted your head. “Wait what”
“During the whole argument at her dorm, she was rambling on about how our relationship seemed closer than whatever I had with her. That’s why she’s quite sour with you. I was trying to defend myself about everything she was saying but it was slowly making me realise that my feelings for you were much clearer. Whenever I was asked about my future, I’d think of you. Whenever someone asked me who I saw myself being with for the rest of my life, I instantly said you”
“Ryujin..”
“I’m sorry for being so oblivious. The whole time you were trying to help me forget Karina, I didn’t realise I was hurting you in the process. I’m so so sorry, baby”
“Wait you knew I liked you?” You questioned, trying to ignore how fast your heart was beating.
“Yuna accidentally let it slip yesterday”
“For god’s sakes Yuna” you mumbled, looking away with a frown, already plotting a way to get her for that.
But all of that was forgotten when Ryujin made you face her again with the tip of her finger on your chin. “You’re my healing, Y/n. And I’m forever grateful that you were with me this whole time.”
She made you wrap your arms around her neck as she held your waist, lips getting closer to yours.
“R-Ryujin, a-are you sure you want this?”
“I’ve never been more sure in my entire life. You’re my everything, Y/n. Let me be yours too…please, baby” She said, feeling her breath against your lips.
Saying nothing back, you made the move in connecting your lips, thanking the Gods for finally letting you have Shin Ryujin. Your crush. The love of your life. The girl you wanted from the very start.
You pulled away, giggling at how Ryujin slightly leaned in for more. “I’ve always wanted you, Ryu”
“Well now you have me. All of me”
“I love you so much Ryujin”
“And I love you too. Always and forever” She kissed you again, hugging your waist tighter. “Let me prove that to you tonight please”
You went red, knowing what she was implying but there was no way you were turning down this opportunity. “Go on then handsome”
You were already wet at her smirk as she dragged you to your bedroom, pushing you on her bed. You looked up at her as she unbuttoned her pyjama top and throwing it to the side, showing her abs that look like they’ve been carved by the gods.
“You’re staring, baby” she said with a husky voice.
“Can’t help it when my girlfriend looks irresistible” You don’t know where the confidence came from by Ryujin clearly enjoyed it.
And oh how amazing it felt to finally claim Ryujin as your girlfriend.
She hovered about you and got you to remove both your top and bottoms, leaving you almost naked. Just covered in a matching white lace set.
“You’re so sexy” Ryujin whispered, capturing your lips desperately before moving her way to your neck, sucking gently.
A lewd noise escaped your mouth as she hit a certain spot at your pulse point, making her cock get painfully harder. She sucked at that spot until a purple mark formed, pulling away and admiring her art work. “Beautiful”
She sat up on her knees, letting you see her abs again and also the huge tent in her pyjama pants. You gulped and ran your hands from her gorgeous abdomen down to the bulge, palming it gently. “I can’t tell whether I should be worried or excited”
Your girlfriend chuckled and softly moaned as you squeezed her bulge harder. “You’ll find out” Was her response before removing her pants, leaving her in black boxers, the bulge looking bigger.
“You’re so blessed, Ryu. I don’t know why Karina wanted you to take it away” you spoke, your long acrylic nails brushing at the sides of her trapped cock.
Ryu hummed and leant down to kiss you again and again, her tongue swiping at your bottom lip. “I don’t want to hear that name ever again”
“Have you ever had sex with her?”
“Nope. She said she’d get turned off just by looking at it”
“She so fucking stupid. I love you for you, Ryu” You cupped her face, smiling.
“I love you so much, Y/n”
You two locked lips for the millionth time before Ryujin skilfully removed both your bra and panties, one hand groping at your tit while the other held her up. You moaned into her mouth before she sat up again and threw her boxers off, making you gasp at her size.
“Oh my god will that even fit?”
“I’ll make it fit, baby. That way your pussy is only tight for me” She winked, slowly jerking herself off that got you drenched down there. “Wait I need to get a condom-“
“N-No need. I can take pills after”
“You ever had sex, baby?” Your girlfriend asked, still stroking herself.
“Not really. I’ve only used my fingers”
Ryujin smiled and kissed your cheek before rubbing the tip of her cock against your soaking folds. “Shit, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”
“Y-Yes, baby” You moaned at the feeling, slightly scared of what’s to come. (Or should I same cum)
“I’ll be gentle, my love. I promise. Please tell me if you want to stop because I’m more than happy to do that for you” she reassured you.
You nodded and whined at the feeling of her cockhead being pushed in. One hand caressed your waist before she pushed more of her length in, causing you to whine, tears falling from your eyes. Ryujin showered your face with kisses, going at your pace.
“Ryu, it hurts..”
“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry…Give it a moment and you’ll be okay” She grunted, savouring the feeling of your warm and tight pussy.
Her entire cock was finally in and you made her stay in the uncomfortable position for a few more seconds before you tapped her shoulder. “M-Move slowly”
“Anything for you, Princess”
She held herself up more before moving her hips at a slow pace, and you softly moaned as you realise the pain was turning into an addictive pleasurable feeling. “More, baby, more. Please…” You whined that could’ve made Ryujin cum on the spot.
“F-Fuck yes, you feel so good” She grunted in your ear, her thrusts getting faster and harder.
“Oh Ryujin!” You suddenly yelled, making your older girlfriend shove her fingers down your throat. “Don’t want to get caught, my love”
You nodded and sucked her fingers, moaning more as her cock hit spots in your cunt that your fingers couldn’t reach. She removed her hand out of your mouth and kissed you more.
“Yes yes yes, Ryu, oh my god…”
“You sound so perfect, fuck!” She groaned into your chest, latching her lips around one of your nipples, moving to the other after a few minutes.
You were so lost into the amazing feeling of your girlfriend’s cock absolutely destroying you that you didn’t feel her leave a million hickies around your neck and chest. Painting you like her own canvas.
Ryujin lifted your legs up for a better angle, letting her hit you impossibly deeper, making it harder for you stay quiet. “Fuck yes, Ryu I’m gonna cum baby, please don’t stop!”
“Yeah? You gonna cum on this big cock baby?” She chuckled into your ear.
“Uh huh!” You moaned, clawing at her smooth back, knowing it’s gonna leave marks.
Ryujin groaned at your nails digging into her skin, turning her on even more. “Fuck I’m gonna cum in this pretty tight cunt of yours. You’d like that wouldn’t you, baby? Letting me fill you up to the fucking brim until your pussy can’t hold it any more”
“Yes daddy~”
“Fuck!” Ryujin groaned feeling your walls tighten. Your orgasm triggering her to pound you a few more times before squirting thick ropes of cum into you.
Ryujin placed your legs around her waist again before laying her entire body on top of you, panting into your neck, beads of sweat going down your bodies.
“God, that was fucking amazing” Your girlfriend huffed into your ear before kissing your cheek.
“You felt so good, baby” You smiled, rubbing her back and frowned feeling the marks. “Oh my god, im so sorry! I didn’t think I scratched you that hard”
“No no it’s fine. I’m proud of it. And plus, it makes us even” She eyed your chest.
You looked down and saw purple marks everywhere, making you slap her shoulder. “We have practice tomorrow!”
“And? I wanna show what’s mine”
You rolled your eyes at her cheeky smile and quickly latched onto her neck, sucking hard and fast until your own mark was on her. “There. NOW we’re even”
“Do you want me to pull out now?”
You nodded and winced as the older removed her cock from you, cursing at how your mixed cum escaped your abused lips and drenching the sheets. “Wow I came a lot” Ryujin commented.
“Fuck I feel so full”
“I’ll quickly change the sheets, babe” Ryu said as she was about to stand up but you dragged her down next to you, laying your head on her naked chest.
“We can do that tomorrow morning. I’m really tired”
“I bet you are. Goodnight, baby”
“Goodnight Ryu”
“Thanks for always being there for me…and for being my girlfriend. I love you”
“I love you more, my darling” You whispered, giving her a final kiss before falling into slumber in each other’s embrace.
The end.
SLAYYYYYY 💅🏼 I manifest to have this type of happy ending in my life🥹
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His Chaotic Girl
Pairing: Timmy x Reader
Warnings: None. Just pure fluff.
A/N: Couldn’t sleep last night so wrote this at 1am.
His Chaotic Girl
Timmy woke up at 2am in the morning to find himself alone in bed, and sat up immediately scanning the room for his girlfriend.
‘Y/n?’ He whispered to the empty room heating no reply. He pushed the covers back and got out throwing a sweat top on him and heading towards the living room where he found his girlfriend of 2 years sitting on the large window sill looking out at the sleeping city of New York hugging her bare knees.
‘Baby?’ He walked over to her as she looked up at him.
‘I’m sorry, did I wake you?’ She stood up to stand in front of him as he smiled lovingly and shook his head. ‘No, I woke up because I didn’t feel you beside me. Not because you were making noise, you’re as quiet as a mouse.’
He tucked her hair behind her ear before wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back.
‘Your thoughts consume you my love. You need to write them down or talk to get it all out.’
She nodded against his shoulder and sighed as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist and sat down. ‘Talk. Rant. Ramble. Whatever helps.’
She sighed and began talking to him and once she started she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted too. Timmy listened patiently and rubbed his fingers over her knuckles when she clenched her fists to keep the tears at bay, and held her tight when she finally did cry. She eventually drifted off in his arms at 3am, and he carried her to bed.
He knew what he was getting into when they met. His friends, her friends even her own family tried to ‘warn him’ that she was broken and her mind went a million miles a minute. He didn’t care about either of their friends, but her family shouldn’t have been the people to warn him or scare him away from her, he found that fact particularly disturbing and a little bit disgusting to be fair.
Her intelligence and her ability to feel empathy made her extremely sensitive so she felt absolutely EVERYTHING.
Timmy absolutely loved that about her, it only proved to him that as much as she could run circles around even the most intellectual people he knew, she also had a huge heart.
And God her mind was incredible, the way it worked and how she saw the world. Timmy thought he would never find anyone in this world that was like him. An old soul, who saw the world differently than others. Someone who could SEE!
On their first date they were at the restaurant until closing time because they were so deep in their conversation. Then they just walked around the city until dusk. He walked her home and left feeling more alive than he had ever felt.
They woke up the next morning and just stayed in bed. They talked, they watched tv he read to her and she showed him some of her paintings she had been working on. They were incredible.
Other people thought she was weird and abnormal, he thought she was an absolute fucking genius. And he told her that one time and she just laughed shoving his shoulder.
Later they went for a walk around Central Park and he bought her a pretzel which she thanked him for and munched on.
She was weird to everyone but to him she was his chaotic girl.
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