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littleseasiren · 1 year

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Fight for me - Part 2

Summary: After years in an abusive relationship, you finally get out. When the Avengers decide to raise awareness for your Battered Women's Home, you bump into Bucky Barnes, the hottest, most complicated man you've ever met. He thinks you're too good for him, but when your abusive ex reappears, Bucky knows he has to keep you safe - by any means necessary.

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Language

Words: ~ 2700

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When you enter the compound the following morning, you giggle as you see 6 small children running around playing with the Avengers. Catching Natasha's eyes, she stops playing with them and joins you.

"Hi Natasha, sorry for stopping by so unexpectedly."

"No problem, honey. Nice of you to come visit again. Sorry about the munchkins, they're a group from Queens who came to meet us." You both smile at a little girl as she looks up at you and then runs away. "We should probably swap phone numbers - that way you can just call me, and I can bring you straight up."

"I would love that, but I don't really have a cell phone anymore. I didn't want my... ex to find me with it. So, no cell for me..." You stare at the ground in front of you, not wanting to meet her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories. Tell you what, I'll talk to the security guys and get you a permanent pass. That way, you can just come up, no questions asked."

"You're sweet, Nat, but I'm already bothering you guys too much. I just came to bring some cookies to say thank you for all that you Avengers do."

"You could never be a bother - don't even think that. We're friends, right? And the guys never complain when you're here. At least they pretend to be gentlemen when you're present. Add to that bribing with sweets, and that makes you our favourite person!" Nat slowly takes your hand and gives it a squeeze, and you softly squeeze back. "When Wanda comes back from her mission, we'll all have a girls' night, ok? We can throw the boys out of the living room, watch romantic comedies all evening and binge-eat whatever we want!" Her smile is so big you can't help but join in.

"That sounds amazing! Sign me up for a girl's night asap!" You two chuckle. You see Bucky leaning against a wall, watching everything from the far corner of the room. "Why does it look like Bucky is in a time-out?" You can't help but ask.

Natasha takes a deep breath before answering. "Mrs. Berg over there," she points to the adult female talking to Steve and Bruce, "has not so subtly let it be known that she doesn't approve of Bucky interacting with the children. Steve almost kicked her out since Bucky is an Avenger, too. At first, Bucky wanted to simply leave, but he eventually agreed to watch from the sidelines." Her brows pull together in concern. "You know how he is..."

"Yeah, I know, he-" You start to say but stop as you see the smallest girl in the group break away from the others and run to Bucky, wrapping her chubby arms around his shin. A look of utter confusion fills his face as he looks down at the little girl a second later. She pulls on his pant leg before taking a step back and signing something to him.

All the adults in the room become silent as they turn to watch the interaction. "I should probably go tell him what she's saying..." Clint starts to walk towards Bucky before he halts, watching as Bucky sinks down into a crouch. Gasps fill the room as Bucky signs back to the little girl. She shrieks in amazement, her little hands flying around as she signs again. The most beautiful smile forms on Bucky's face as the two of them interact together.

"Um, Steve... are you aware that Bucky knows ASL?" Sam asks Steve softly.

"No idea, Sam." Steve watches his best friend - Hydra's most feared assassin - tickle the squealing girl, her pink hearing aid disappearing underneath her hair as she swings around and runs to Mrs. Berg then runs back to Bucky. The pink butterflies on her shoes bouncing with every step.

When she runs back to the group leader, Mrs. Berg grabs her and pulls her close, stopping her from running to Bucky again. She signs at the woman and gestures to Bucky, but the scowl on the older woman's face is enough to keep her still but doesn't stop tears from forming in the little girl's eyes.

The smile disappears from Bucky's face instantly as he stands up to his full height, eyes becoming hard once again.

"I asked you to avoid interacting with the children, didn't I? See what you did - you made her cry." Her words are harsh as she grabs the other children closer to her, her eyes full of disdain falling on Bucky.

Sam and Natasha start to defend Bucky instantly before Steve's loud voice fills the room. "No, ma’am. You brought the children here to meet the Avengers, and Bucky is one of us. He graciously agreed to observe out of respect for your wishes, but the little girl here? She went to him, he didn't instigate anything. And it seemed like they got on great before you pulled her back. That's why she started crying - you're keeping her from her new friend."

"You can't expect me to allow the Winter Soldier to play with the kids! He's murdered hundreds of people!" You watch as Bucky flinches, her angry words bringing back memories you know he wants to forget.

"Listen here, lady, you can just -" Sam starts before Bucky interrupts him.

"It's fine, Sam." He looks at Steve before he continues, "Thanks for trying, Steve, but I'll get out of the way. Don't let this ruin the children's favourite day." Bucky ducks down and signs to the little girl in farewell, whatever he says, making her stop crying and smile once again. His eyes meet yours shyly as he turns around and starts walking away.

"Bucky, wait!" You call after him as you shuffle around the room to meet his waiting form. "Don't let that witch get you down - that was the cutest thing I've ever seen." You speak loudly, making sure Mrs. Berg can hear you. "I brought some cookies. You guys got any coffee around here?"

He glances back at you, the corner of his mouth moving up in an almost smile. "Sure, doll, we got coffee," he says as he walks down the corridor, you following behind him safely.

"Leave some cookies for me!" Sam shouts as the children start to giggle once again.

Bucky leads you to the kitchen, pointing at the far side of the breakfast nook for you to have a seat before filling the kettle with water and switching it on. "You're sweet, Y/N, but you don't have to babysit me. I'm used to people not wanting me around." He leans against the nook and rolls a coaster under his hand, eyes not meeting yours.

"She's an idiot, Bucky. Anyone could see that little girl pretty much thinks the world revolves around you. And you spent, what... like 2 minutes with her? I barely know you, and I like you as a friend already."

The coaster stills in Bucky's hand, the silence unexpected. His eyes shoot up, staring at you with his mouth slightly parted. Seconds before his staring becomes uncomfortable, a whistle sounds from the kettle. His lips curl up into a small smile as he stands and grabs two mugs from the top shelf. "Do you want some coffee or tea?"

"Coffee would be great, thanks." You stare at his broad back as he turns around and makes the coffee. What was that all about? Was that smile because you said you liked him as a friend? You pull out your container full of sugar cookies and place it in front of his coffee cup as he takes a seat opposite you, his back to the open door. Yet again, he has considered your needs and placed your comfort before his own. With your seat facing the door, you have a clear view of anyone who might enter the kitchen. You watch as Bucky grasps his mug with gloved hands. "Um, I don't mean to pry, but is everything ok?" He looks at you curiously before you continue. "Whenever I see you, you're wearing gloves..."

Bucky glances down at his gloved hands, then back to you, unconsciously biting his lower lip. "I-um. Guess you don't know..." Slowly, he starts to pull the gloved fingers off his left hand. "When Hydra -" Voices sound from the hallway before Sam comes rushing in, stilling Bucky’s movement.

"Are there still cookies? Please tell me Barnes didn't eat all of it!" He runs to the table and sighs in relief before grabbing two cookies and stuffing them into his mouth.

"Buck, we finally got the group out, so it's safe to leave the kitchen," Steve says as he pats Bucky's shoulder. The rest of the team enters the kitchen as Natasha takes a seat next to you. "I wasn't aware you knew ASL?" Steve asks his oldest friend.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Steve. My dossier doesn't have everything in it, punk."

"Where did you pick it up?" Clint asks from the kitchen, sitting on the countertop.

"I, uh, had a mission with Hydra. It was an infiltrate and..." He stops talking, brows furrowed as his eyes become dark with sorrow. His chair scrapes the floor as he stands up suddenly, making you gasp softly. "Uh, sorry. I got to go." He says as he all but runs out of the kitchen.

"Shit, sorry, Steve. I shouldn't have asked," Clint says as he glances at Steve.

"It's alright, Clint." He smiles at you, "Nice to see you again, Y/N," before he disappears from the kitchen.

For the next two days, your thoughts constantly drift back to Bucky. His size intimidated you, but you appreciated how aware he was around you. He had pulled Sam back before you had even noticed Sam had wanted to hug you, and that day in the kitchen, he made sure you could see if anyone entered the room.

For such a considerate man, he kept seeing himself as a bad guy. Was he really, or did he just think that? You knew he was somehow forced to hurt people, that he didn't remember everything the past 70 years, but that was all you knew. Josh hadn't allowed you to watch TV, just a few movies he wanted to watch. When you had finally gotten away from him, you were moving from shelter to shelter until you ended up at the Battered Woman's shelter, where you are now. So there wasn't really any time to just watch TV or read about him.

That evening, you find yourself outside the Tower again, early for the first self-defence class. The guards assure you that you can go up, even if it is too early. When you enter the gym, Bucky spots you immediately and waves quickly. You see him and Natasha moving about on the mats, talking animatedly.

"You sure this is better for them than punching?" Natasha curls her fingers and shoves her palm up toward Bucky's nose.

"Yeah, I do. Punching requires coordination and using your body weight as balance. The ladies will most likely hurt themselves more than their attacker. With this, the palm takes a lot of the impact, and the upward move gives the force behind it. Even if they just stand normally, they should still do some damage to the attacker." You slowly walk closer as Bucky gestures for you to join them with gloved hands.

"Hi, Y/N," Natasha says as she gives your hand a gentle squeeze. "Would you mind trying a move and see if you feel comfortable?"

"Um, yeah, sure..." you say as you move closer. Bucky nods at Natasha as he steps to the side, giving you space but staying in your line of sight.

"Ok, I just want to see if you're comfortable with a move." She raises her hand, "I need you to curl your fingers at the first two knuckles, not making a fist. See?" you nod as you copy her move. "Ok, now pretend you want to hurt someone in front of you. Bring your wrist close to your chest before you quickly strike, hitting your opponent with the fleshy bottom of your palm, keeping your wrists straight." She demonstrates before you copy her once again, striking quickly into the air. "How does that feel?"

You do the move a second time before you answer, "It feels good. Like I could do a lot of damage." You smirk at her as you meet Bucky's smiling eyes.

"Ok, it's settled then," Natasha says as she looks up at Bucky. "Guess you were right, soldier." Bucky merely nods in return as he picks up his bag.

A part of you doesn't want him to leave so quickly. "Were the cookies ok?" You ask them both, eyes focusing on Bucky.

"They were amazing!" Natasha exclaims.

"They were delicious, doll. Thanks for the treat," Bucky adds while Natasha moves to the centre of the room to speak to a lady.

Sam jogs up close to Bucky. "Did I hear her say cookies? You got any more for us, Y/N? We all had a bite, and then suddenly they were all gone, poof!"

"I'm glad you guys enjoyed them," you giggle as you add, "I'll probably make something new this evening. I'll bring them tomorrow night."

"No pressure doll. Sam's just being an idiot. You don't have to make us anything..." Bucky adds as he elbows Sam softly before grabbing his bottled water and taking a sip.

"I enjoy baking, so it's no problem. I was actually wondering, between you and Steve, who's bigger?"

Bucky chokes on his water as Sam laughingly says, "Bucky got the bigger package if that's what you're asking."

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky growls as he closes his water before he attempts to start talking. "Doll-"

"Oh, hell," your cheeks burn as your heart rate skyrockets from humiliation. "I really didn't plan that out in my head. I just meant, between Bucky and Steve, if I have extra cookies or sweets, who should get more? Who has the bigger energy requirement?" You look at your shoes as you try to slow your racing heart before slowly looking up.

"Bucky's the biggest, meanest one here. He's the biggest in all the ways," Sam keeps laughing.

"Shut up, Sam!" Bucky elbows him, making Sam flinch. "I swear to God..."

"What, I'm helping!" Sam chuckles as he steps away from Bucky, heading to the gym door.

"I'll help you into an early grave," Bucky says to the departing figure before he meets your eyes. His cheeks are tinted pink as he runs a hand through his long hair. "Doll-"

"Barnes, are you staying for the class?" Natasha interrupts whatever he was going to say. "We're starting in three minutes." You look around and see most of the ladies from the shelter have arrived.

"Wish I could, Red," Bucky replies to Natasha before he smiles at you. "I should get going before Martha gets here. Have fun, Y/N," he states before turning around and exiting the gym.

The self-defence class is surprisingly both fun and very informative. Natasha is a great teacher, showing the group various basic moves such as palm strikes, and knees to the groin; as well as tips to distract an attacker. At the end of the class, you are tired but happy to have exercised and learned new moves.

Back at the shelter, you quickly shower and have dinner before you head to the kitchen and start making some peanut butter clusters. You're thankful that Martha allows you to bake in the kitchen at night.

You can't help smiling, thinking back on how flustered Bucky got with the conversation today. In all defence, you were a bit embarrassed as well, but it didn't stop your mind from thinking about all that was said. Just how big is Bucky...?

#james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fluff #bucky barns x reader #bucky x y/n #the avengers #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #steve rogers #bucky angst

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thegreymoon · 10 days

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I am really not the target demographic for Red, White and Royal Blue and honestly, the entire premise sounds dumb af from where I'm sitting, but all the gifs that crossed my dash looked hilarious and that main actor is beyond gorgeous, so I am going to give it a shot tonight. My expectations are so low, that unless this movie gets a shovel and starts digging, there is no chance it cannot exceed them. I am so ready to eat my words, just give me some pretty people, mindless fluff and basic comedy and I will be happy, I swear!

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TWO FUCKING HOURS?

You guys, I'm going to be honest here, I don't think I have it in me to sit through this 😭😭

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LOL, only a younger brother 🤣🤣 They did not have the guts to go all in and make him the heir to the throne.

Also, lol @ "Prince of England's hearts" but even more so at "whom all the world adores" 🤣🤣 I cannot. I am absolutely not the target demographic for this and I don't think I have it in me to just go along with this, fictional British royal family or not. Who speaks like this? Who even believes it?

Anyway. Abolish the monarchy, Guillotine them all. Long live the glorious revolution!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Well, at least he looks equally disgusted.

If we can't off the royal family, how about we just off this news announcer? Because I am getting so much second-hand embarrassment.

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LMAO, OK, he gets ONE point 🤣🤣

OK, fine, two points, because he is stupid beautiful and the reason I sat down to watch this in the first place 😤

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Yassss, girlfriend has great taste!

I'm two minutes in and so far, she's my favourite. I would totally watch a two-hour movie of her touring London and giving commentary on the yumminess of various guys she encounters.

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LMAO, is he going to get hammered and smash the obscene 75-thousand-pound cake? 🤣🤣

Because why else would they mention that price point and also show the cake in all its humongous 8-tier glory 🤣🤣

Here for the diplomatic incident, ngl, I would totally read the shit out of that in the tabloids the next day 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, THE CAKE IS RIGHT BEHIND THEM!

THEY WILL TOTALLY TOPPLE THAT CAKE!

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Okay, I am laughing 🤣🤣

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SCREAMING 🤣🤣

I saw it coming from a mile away, but goddamn, it DELIVERED! 🤣🤣

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I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣

Watching this was such a good decision 🤣🤣

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LOL, if this was a real-life event, I would spend a week gleefully reblogging it on Tumblr, no lie 🤣🤣

Also, it is a 9-TIER CAKE, not 8 🤣🤣 The more, the messier!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Also, OMG! Uma Thurman! 😍 It's been a hundred years since I watched her in anything!

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"Sunshine of my heart" 🤣🤣

This movie is hilarious 🤣🤣

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Wait, Sarah Shahi??

I loved her in Life! I also watched Fairly Legal for her and thought she was stunning in The L Word! I'm forever bitter we never got to see that Nancy Drew adaptation with her in the main role 😕

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The thing that is the most difficult for me to suspend my disbelief for is the idea that these two overly privileged young men involved in their countries' respective politics are actually nice people.

I keep chanting to myself, "You are not here for realism! You are not here for realism! YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR REALISM!"

To varying levels of success 😕

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Romantic comedies are so not my genre. And I am so not here for ex-boyfriends or whatever this guy is.

I need Alex and Henry to get back together ASAP and start smashing cakes again because I'm starting to get bored.

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These are gutter-level jokes.

Seriously, they couldn't get more creative?

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They have the most basic taste in literature ever. It doesn't even feel authentic, more like what a nineteen-year-old girl thinks good taste in literature should look like.

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I feel like I am extremely uncharitable towards this movie (the cake thing was funny tho) but it is very hard to take their bland flirting, pedestrian romance and pathetic humour seriously when you're coming into this from 2ha 😕 The standards that have been set are on another planet compared to what we are being given here.

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Please 😭

And smash another cake, otherwise I don't know how I'm going to make it through another hour-and-a-half of this 😭😭

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The things I will watch for pretty people 😭

He truly is stupid beautiful and makes this thing infinitely more watchable every time he's on screen.

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I'm with Henry on this one, this party is like something straight out of my worst nightmares and crushing on the tall, hot guy seems like the only tolerable thing in this whole hellscape.

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Aww, baby, he is not having a good time.

He wants to kiss him for New Year's too!

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LOL.

Well. That escalated 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STARING AFTER HIM?

RUN AFTER HIM AND TELL HIM IT'S OK AND THAT YOU SHOULD CONTINUE SOMEWHERE BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!!

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And some women! 👀

She's my favourite character in this thing, lol, followed closely by Sarah Shahi and Uma Thurman. And then Prince Henry 😅

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This guy stands no chance to the level that it's embarrassing he still keeps trying.

I almost feel sorry for him, but I kinda have the feeling that he's going to be the one to out Alex and Henry, so my sympathy is very shallow. Just know when you've lost, my man, and MOVE ON.

#red white and royal blue

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ram-on · 1 year

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whenyourbirdisbroken asked:

Hi ram-on! Thanks for your tags on that fic rec for Carry That Weight, I've never read that fic but your tags made it sound very interesting! What are other McLennon fics you like, if you don't mind sharing?

Hello there, @whenyourbirdisbroken! Thank you for my very first Beatles related ask and sorry for the late reply!! I discovered fanfiction through the Beatles fandom, I had never read fanfic before! But I'm still too bad at bookmarking things, so I'll certainly forget some I loved. Still, here's a list of those I can remember now:

Carry That Weight and its sequence Hello Goodbye by @waveofahand It's a massive work by a massive talent and it has a very special place in my heart. @idontwanttospoiltheparty described it very well in their recent post about it, and I added a bit of my commentary in the tags. Don't worry about the length, you don't have to read the two parts to enjoy it, but also if you start from the beginning and it's your cup of tea you may soon discover you never want it to end!

Mums, Yur Boys are Crying by waveofahand. If you love hurt/comfort, this fic includes both John and Paul suffering - John's mom dying and Paul helping him go trhough the funeral, etc, and then Paul himself getting into another situation, and John worrying about him too. The boys are young but there's kindness, maturity and wisdom in it and the typical picturesque, novel-like features of waveofhand's prose. A special bonus are the very charming scenes between Mimi and Paul which may colour your perception of the interactions between those two forever (I always expect them to act like that in other fics). It's also a delightfully finished fic, it has a beautiful ending and conclusion.

Everything by merseydreams . As you may notice, I'm mostly a fan of drama and angst, but @merseydreams are my favorite exception. They're a comedy genius, their fics are romantic, charming, witty, very vivid and enjoyable both on story-buld level and micro-sentence level. I've often told them they should write scripts for sitcoms and romantic comedies/dramedies and other good things. Also good thoughtful characterization, relationship study-ing and dialogue too (so there's seriousness in them too! They're ultimately happy but not fluffy.). I love all their fics but I guess The Birthday Party is the best by being the longest, if you somehow missed it go read it ASAP!

i was a younger man then (now) (post hoc) by fingersfallingupwards. This fic is so touching, that I don't know how to describe it. It's a very poetic, imaginative and unique story about John&Paul-forever and time travel. About the connection of their souls in a fantastical but poignant sense that somehow fits them so much. Might make you cry but it's worth it. Also, completely finished fic as well, with a thrilling emotional twist towards the end. Might be the most complete fic I've read. The fic also provide very good context for the flaming pie anecdote :-)

On our way back home by Kathleenishereagain. This one is also about time travel, but in a different way, basically about old Paul getting back to being young again and how he'd do things differently. I think it's quite popular so you probably all know it. (Funny thing is I never thought I'd care about time travel, but ultimately it's just a writing vessel and aren't we always time travelling when we fantasise about the Beatles?)

Close The Door Lightly When You Go by RosalindBeatrice. Set in 1979 when Paul comes to visit John in the Dacota, who acts like he doesn't want him there. It's awesome, one of those fics, in which they have real tension and problems which makes it all more real. It's mostly inner-thoughs and dialogue-driven but very intense nontheless, great characterisation, great attention to detail, just fantastic for lovers of post break up relationship studies and excellent writing.

The Wild Horses trilogy, from which I especially love the last part, Son of a Shining Path. It's about young Paul and John and Paul being abused by his father, and the first part might be a bit too dark for some. But I love the writing, and especially in the third part (which has no abuse but other suffering) I just love how well being worried about someone you love and being unable to show it is written in the end there. It's subtle, very realistic in its details, I love it.

I'm Looking Through You by @idontwanttospoiltheparty That's the only fic in this list which is still a work in progress, still updated. If you follow the author on Tumblr you know how smart they are, and their fic is just as thoughtful and attentive to the Beatles history, the music and the psychology of it all. The story gets more exciting and rich whith each chapter, I fell in love with the last three. It also pays attention to all four of the Beatles and their human sides and motivations in a way that rarely happens. Last chapter included the best incorporation of the Manila adventures I've read in fic. Just many emotionally packed and thrilling scenes all around (also that thing I just wrote about being worried about someone and being frozen about how to help them which I love being written realistically in fics -- is here too.) Go read it if you haven't and let's read the next update soon together!!

Widow by abromeds on LJ. This story is more than a decade old, but it's no wonder it still appears in fic recs. It's about death and grief - not John but Paul dying like John did - so it's truly dark, not like fun angsty, but truly deeply dramatic and real. So you might think why read something sad, but maybe you should, because it's so good. It's also serious writing on meaningful topic and I think the fictional element (Paul dying and not John) somehow helps it being more bearable and at the same time makes you think about the actual reality and we kinda avoid doing it, don't we? And it's just very well written, there are also very plausible-sounding flashbacks of their history and relationship through the years (the one about why John actually climbed the fence in Cavendish is my favorite!), so it's not really all about death. And my absolutely favorite thing in ''Widow'' is the very ending, the last sentence even. It's the most perfect, most poignant ending this story could have had, an ending any good fuckin literature could have. Sometimes I walk on the streets and think about that ending.

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This fic rec is got too wordy, so I'll end this here, although there are other fics I've enjoyed just as much, but I'll add them some other time!

Always feel free to recommend me some fics too (or to share your thoughts on the already mentioned!)

#fanfic rec #Beatles fic #mclennon #John and Paul

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fentitrbl · 8 months

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Tell Me You Love Me

"I don't regret telling you how much I loved you."

Word Count: 2,132

Chapter Four

Jasmine

July 20th, 2018

8:00am

It's been a few days since I last saw Harry at my job for his little incident and within those few days, I haven't mustered up the courage to text his number that was now saved in my phone. I have been nervous to send a text but I want to. I've even updated Lily on what happened at work and she thinks I should message him and ask when he's free for lunch. I think I will but what if he doesn't answer, what if he gave me a fake number, what if he's some super secret star that gave me a number so we couldn't meet in a public setting. Though I highly doubt it, it is still a possibility right or maybe I am just thinking too much hence the reason I'm up at 8am writing in this dingy journal.

I closed my journal and slid it back onto my dresser along with a few books I had taken from home for decoration. I had been sipping on a cup of tea from the moment I rolled out of bed this morning to try to soothe my anxiety about this whole situation. It is all I have been thinking about since the day he left the office.

I plopped out of my bed and into my kitchen to clean my mug. As I finish drying the mug, I set it aside and head into the living room. I fixed myself onto my couch where I then turned on the TV.

I picked up my phone and texted Lily. I knew she'd be up since our schedules at work typically start early in the morning.

"I think I want to text him."

a minute or two went by before I got a notification came up

Lily(imessage)

"if you are thinking about it this much, maybe you should;)"

I looked at her message and immediately went to Harry's contact, hesitantly pressing the message icon. Without replying to Lily, out of impulse I started typing.

"Hey how bout that lunch today?" I looked at my message then erased it. I thought to myself that is a little too straightforward. I tried again, "Hey how is your ankle doing." I then scratched my head and said to myself that this could work but it is also dodging his offer to lunch in a way by changing the subject to his ankle.

I then decided to slap some sense into myself and stop thinking too hard about texting him because I know for a fact that Lily would be disappointed by how much I am freaking out about this. Instead of putting too much thought into it i went all in.

"Hi." I hit send and then immediately closed the window in fear that he would either text right away or not at all.

I texted Lily back instead, "EYE TEXTED HIM???."

She immediately texted back

Lily(imessage)

"FINALLY??, I don't know what you were waiting on. LET ME KNOW ASAP WHAT HE SAYS."

I laughed slightly before putting my phone down and proceeding to get up to put my hair up and start the shower. Typically, I start my mornings very early even on my off days to avoid having to get ready later in the morning. I left my phone in the living room since I expected to go back there once I finished up.

45 minutes later

I waltz out of my room with a casual outfit on and hair slightly curled at the ends. I decided to go with a lace black long-sleeved top and some black denim jeans to match and light makeup for the day. Approaching the living room, I picked up my phone and to my ultimate surprise there was nothing from Harry. I wasn't too disappointed since the made-up scenarios in my head were starting to not sound delusional after all.

I sighed, as I grabbed my blanket on the couch and tuned into a comedy movie marathon that had been playing since the early morning. As time went on I started to get a little sleepy so I didn’t fight it and nodded off.

10:00am

As I opened my eyes, I looked out to my balcony next to my couch and saw the sun was out much brighter then earlier causing me to groan. I wasn’t a fan of the sun since I was so used to the sun back home. I slowly let my eyes adjust to my surroundings and sat up letting the blanket fall to my lap. I then saw my phone light up and immediately reached for it as I saw Harry’s name flash across the screen.

Harry (iMessage)

“Hey, I was still sleeping when you texted.”

I immediately became embarrassed because now that I think about it, 8am is way too early to text anyone other then Lily.

I debated on if I should text back right away or wait some time but knowing myself I texted back.

“Hi, sorry. I tend to get up early because of work! it’s a habit of mine.” I texted back eagerly

To my own surprise he texted back right away

Harry(iMessage)

“It’s okay! hey I was thinking how about we meet up at Rachel’s for lunch at 12:00?? I just got up but I’m starving, my belly is screaming at me.”

I wish I could say I was surprised by how straightforward he is being but I’m not all that surprised since he flat out asked me out at my job.

“Yes definitely I’m hungry too all I had was some tea this morning :( I will see you there?”

a few minutes went by before my own stomach started growling at me. I hopped up and went to my pantry where I pulled out some club crackers to snack on to keep my hunger at bay. Just as I went to grab another I got a text from Harry.

Harry(iMessage)

“trust me I’ll definitely be there. :)”

12:00pm

Right at 12, I’m briskly walking up to Rachel’s where it seems to be very quiet for a lunch hour. There isn’t too many people parked outside the restaurant which is surprising because Rachel’s is a very popular place to eat lunch and brunch in London.

I greet the hostess at the stand as I look around for Harry but, I didn’t seem to see him anywhere.

She led me to a table for two tucked away in a corner of the restaurant that was some distance away from other guests that were there. I sat quietly as I observed the restaurant more in hopes that Harry would pop up but, as I looked at my phone 5 minutes went by.

I started to think about all of the possibilities of what could’ve happened. Did he stand me up? Is he just a few minutes late? Was this a set up? Slowly, the questions started to diminish as I calmed myself down and chose the optimistic approach. Maybe he’s just late I thought to myself.

I looked over my menu the hostess gave me and right as I focused on the details of an asparagus salad, I felt a warm presence approaching the table. I looked up from browsing and there he was.

He was wearing a flannel with the buttons undone and a beanie to cover his messy curls. He smiled at me as he came to the table to sit across from me.

“Sorry, had to run to the restroom.” He said quietly.

As I admired him, and hyperfocused on his tattoos that were on his arms and peaking out his shirt on his chest, he then reached for his phone and silenced it.

I was struck by how polite he was, most guys I’ve dated either were glued to their phones or texted throughout the date. Harry on the other hand slid his phone into his back pocket and stared right at me as if he was waiting for something.

say something jasmine, I thought to myself.

“No, it’s okay I wasn’t waiting long, I just got here right at 12, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long for me.” I said, shyly.

he then quickly answered, “It doesn’t matter, I’d wait for you regardless.” Before he could reply I chimed in.

“How’s that ankle doing? I see you aren’t hobbling around like you were a few days ago.” I said, slightly chuckling.

He then shot me a look from looking at his menu and said, “my ankle is pristine, thanks to you.”

We were quickly interrupted by our server who asked us if we were ready to order in which we were. Seems like Harry already knew what he was getting since he didn’t look at the menu long. While I picked a salad and fries to share for the table, he ordered a grilled filet fish with vegetables.

“So, is there a reason you picked a table in the corner of the restaurant?” I asked, pointing out how now one was sat in our section except us.

He then looked around at what I was jestering at and then quietly muttered, “I asked them not to do that.”

This stood out to me compared to the normal conversation we were having throughout lunch. “What did you say?” I said with my eyebrows slightly raised.

“Oh I meant, I picked it to give us some privacy, it is our first date you know. Wouldn’t want anyone to suffer from second hand awkwardness.” He joked while sitting up

He was dodging my question, I thought to myself. That was weird.

He then went on, “I know if I was a bystander I’d feel weird being sat next to a first date.”

I then joked along with him, “Who said this was a date?” as I sipped my white wine he ordered for us.

He then came closer into the center of the table making direct eye contact.

With the biggest smirk on his face he spoke

“I did.”

Instead of backing away from him I stayed in my spot and looked him in his eyes for a short amount of time before our food came and interrupted us yet again.

As we ate, I decided to ask him some questions to see if he’d crack and open up to me.

“Are you originally from here Harry?” I spoke quietly.

He looked up slightly at me as he stuck his fork in his mouth. He paused before answering, “Actually I’m from a a smaller town around London, I used to work in the bakery where I’m from.” he said as he covered his mouth chewing

“Bakery boy Harry?” I said with a grin, “who would’ve known you’d be a bakery boy.” I laughed

He then put his fork down and turned his full attention to the conversation.

“Believe it or not, I was the best cashier in our town, I had women swooning over me.” he said, confidently.

I wiped my fingers with the tablecloth and then said, “yeah I’m sure you had all the old ladies swooning over you.”

“Hey!” he warned warmly.

Right as we were picking up our conversation and finishing our food, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, someone staring from across the restaurant.

It looked to me like a group of girls who were giggly and smiley as they gawked at Harry.

At first I thought nothing of it, but as time went on, I noticed one of them getting up and walking straight towards us.

I got quiet as she walked to our table.

“Harry?” she said politely.

He looked up at her with a slight look of uncomfortableness.

“Uhm Hi.” He replied looking away from her eye contact.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your lunch but is there any way I could get a picture with you.”

My eyebrows immediately raised and my eyes widened.

“A picture?” I questioned while looking at Harry

He then looked from me to her and spoke quietly, “If you don’t mind, I don’t think now is a good time I’m sorry.”

She nodded her head and apologized while walking back to her table.

I looked him dead in his face while he tried to avoid eye contact with me.

“Harry..” I said.

“What was that about are you some celebrity or something.” I said as I joked around. Though he didn’t laugh along with me. It was silent.

Our server walked up to our table and took our plates, then he spoke “Check please?”

I looked at him in confusion as he spoke again

“I’ll explain but not here.”

let me tell youuuu writing this out was a struggle but I was waiting for the results for the poll. Jasmine being a simp per usual and Harry being sus at the end?? like what are you hiding?? and the fact that he didn’t laugh.. the silence was so loud. Also, do you guys like that I’m portraying him in a different light other then sweet, unproblematic Harry?? because if we are honest I kind of want him to be problematic.. idk yet? Since I want drama but maybe not? The indecisiveness is killing me. I hope you like it. 🫶🏾

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michelleelizabethtanner · 11 months

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Do you ever just wish Rio got to see that batshit insane side of Beth she showed the audience? Like it’s less about comedy and more about the tension when it’s just them two, I get that, but she has such golden moments it’s almost a loss we didn’t see his reaction or anything.

Like when they were trying to smuggle boomer to him and he wasn’t complying so she held his grandmas ashes over a dumpster and threatened for that to be the final resting place- fuckinf insane and i love her for it. In my imaginary season 5 because Annie is in jail and Ruby isn’t around to rein in the crazy, I could see her going completely violent in her attempts to get Annie out of prison- she probably spirals and everything but while he’s trying to get his lawyer on the case and get Annie a retrial- she’s trying to bribe to inmates to start a prison riot so Annie can sneak out or some shit

I love her crazy side sm

You’re cracking me up. 😂 Because you’re right, how does he think she achieves all this stuff she keeps doing? Like, he’s had little glimpses. For example, her initial store robbery. I wish they would have kept the scene where he saw her on the security cameras. How she kicked that display over. I’m sure he was like, “Wow, what a woman.” 🤣🤣 And then when she got his Canadian printshop contact shot in the foot, but managed to bring in his funny money on time still, and not get caught. I just wonder what he thought of that. Trying to smooth it over with Mike like, “I’ll up your cut. I got some new bitches.” I’m sure that man is fully aware that she’s absolutely batshit. And he loves it.

Although, is Rio really any better? He’s fucking bananas, too. How he just brought her a gun in a paper bag while taking his son to the park. Or when he hid in a Corvette to spy on her and Dean. And then smashed up Dean’s prized possession. (Hehh, two of them. He smashed Beth, too. She just wasn’t as valuable to Dean as that cheesy bucket.) Don’t even mention the body parts he FedExed to her. Probably kept the tracking number, just in case. And how she was all, “He wants me back 🥰” instead of maybe like, “He’s crazy,” or, “Wow, this man is really unhinged, I should maybe stay away from him permanently.” Nope. She accepted them like they were an Edible Arrangement.

They know they’re both crazy. Just humping on Grandma’s bookshelf with the door open and Rio’s son right outside. Considering that the bathroom was right across the hall and they could have easily gone in there like normal people. Nope. He just stuffed his whole hand under her dress and then wiped it on Grandma’s wall afterwards. I wonder if she went back out to the party to get her purse? How embarrassing would that be? She took forever in “the bathroom,” and now she and Rio are walking out just minutes apart. She’s really fair so her chest was probably all red from sex flush. She probably said she had diarrhea, grabbed her boxy little purse, forgot her cardigan, and peeled out of that place ASAP as possible. 😂😂😂

#this show is a comedy #brio humor #good girls nbc #asks #brio

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fearsomeandwretched · 7 months

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I’m just here to back up your statement of desperate housewives having the perfect pilot and that everyone should watch it asap!! (the whole show, not just the pilot!)

It's such an incredible show and it really just scratches my brain in a way no other show does. It's like part typical drama part comedy part soap opera part mystery and all of the elements on their own are executed so well and then when you put it all together it's just too good almost. It does go down hill in later seasons but one of my favorite shows of all time. I also really love that it's centered around four middle aged women and they're allowed to be nuanced and messy and human. Just 10/10 show

Also I decided to rewatch the pilot after getting this lol

#it's really well acted too and the score is good

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junkdrawernoggin · 5 months

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Fanfic brainrot (Spoilers for all of BG3)

I have a new fanfic brainrot concept and I cannot hold it in.

Durge dies in the final battle against the brain. Blinks, blinks again. And they are back to their teen years (I'll say 18ish, obviously depends on race). Instead of reviving them, Jergal does the unthinkable and let's them rewrite this whole tragedy.

Cue some comedy, some insanity. Sure Jergal gave them another chance, but it wont be easy. At first, they focus on the most important aspects. Durge has to battle their way out of the cult. They have to help Orin. They have to find a way to get Gortash away from Raphael.

But then their thoughts spread to their companions. Without the nautiloid crash, do they ever meet Lae'zel? How can they help Wyll reconcile with his father? Is there a way to free Shadowheart from her cult early? If they help Enver, Karlach should never end up with an infernal engine. Is there a way to prevent Gale from making his folly?

And of course, how the fuck are they going to help free Astarion 10 years early?

Idk my brain is GOING. I will definitely try to write more for this concept ASAP.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate durge #durge spoilers #bg3 fanfiction #writing

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year

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Oh Bexxx, my dear, you KNOW how bad we all got it for Sam right now after that viewing of You Might, so could you PLEASE bestow upon to us some good ol' Sammy boy? I got some prompts that I know would fit him so well. “I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.” , “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.” , and, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.” He just makes me FEEL things and I can't help myself, but please go nuts! I need soft smut asap! Thank you, queen~

Okay man this took too long for me to get to for fucking real but here it is! A full out, massive request filled for the BIFF! So I wrote this all last night and edited it tonight, I hope you fucking looove it. I have wanted to do this fic for like fucking ever. There is this movie I totally love called, “YPF” or “Young People Fucking.” It is a comedy that follows several couples who fuck on the same night, going from pre-lude and foreplay all the way through to afterglow and one of the couples are two life time best friends and the dude, Matt, gives me MASSIVE Sam energy. I have been craving doing a fic with him based off that movie so I hope you all enjoy this! Major credit to said movie for all the inspo and some of what must be my fave dialogue in any movie, (Shoutout to Kris you totally inspired me just as like a person with your attitude, speech pattern and confidence, what a real one.)

Let’s stop wasting time and let's get into it!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 8.4K. Sam Wescott X FEM! AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Best Of Friends To Fuck Buddies. Mentions Of Cheating. Shit Talking. Banter. Teasing. Making Out. Blow Jobs. Pre-Mature Ejactulation. Hand Jobs. Cunnlingus. Vaginal Sex. Intense Feelings. Crushes. Begging. Creampie.

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It’s Making Me Freak Out!

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You had been friends with him longer than you had been friends with basically anyone in your life at this point. He wasn’t your first friend but some people, just like how people have a tendency to do, had left your life, he however was still here, someone you could count and rely on. So naturally, when your years-long relationship ended, with a bag stuffed full of the belongings that had been kept at your now ex’s apartment you showed up on his doorstep, confessing as soon as the door opened, “We broke up.”

He was nothing but understanding, doorknob abandoned in favour of a rare hug between the pair of you as he said, “I always fucking hated that guy.” You naturally returned the hug with both arms with something that was a mix of a sob and a laugh, “Yeah he fucking sucks.”

He pulled back, hands still on your arms as he was saying, “RIght?! That’s what I’ve been saying this whole time!” Samuel Justin Wescott could always make you laugh more than anybody else.

You ended up on his couch, favoured movies and too many snacks and empty beer bottles on the coffee table as you recounted the whole thing and got it all out of your system. You bitched and vented and he was nothing but supportive in that very him sort of way. You crashed there that night and as days bled into weeks and then months you started to do significantly better and how much Sam was there for you definitely helped you along. A few months after said difficult break up you had a growing concern gnawing at your brain stem that refused to leave but it was nuts, like the very idea of it was insane but you found it hard to let it go and as time continued to wear on it started seeming less crazy and more logical, it was downright genius.

And so one Friday, a few drinks into a hangout with Sam you said, “I think we should fuck.”

The next sound was him choking, followed by a cough, maybe stating that so casually with no lead up when he was mid-sip wasn’t the smartest move. A hand on his throat as he struggled to regain his breathing, his other hand setting down the beer bottle so he wouldn’t drop it, finally getting down a big enough breath to gasp out, “Wha-what?!”

You take another sip, trying to play is cool, a small shrug before repeating yourself verbatim, “I think we should fuck.”

Taking that moment to meet his gaze made you fight back a laugh, looking insanely shocked, mouth agape. Now it was your turn to say, “What?”

“What do you mean what?! My best friend of like I don’t even know how long just said we should fuck the same way someone might suggest a new restaurant to try for dinner! And I’m supposed to be like, normal or act like this isn’t-” He was rambling, you cut him off, “Isn’t what man?”

“Isn’t a huge fucking thing to just throw out there so casually!” He was seriously close to freaking out, spiralling hard and trying to brush it off and so you said, “Oh my God, forget it, nevermind!”

“No, no we aren’t going to! I know you, there is a reason for this, something is up-” You throw up both hands, “Nothing is up! I never should have said something, shoulda known you would have-”

“Would have what?” He asked and you sighed, not wanting to say it and he asked, leaning closer, elbows on the table, “Well?” So you finally said, “Gone all Wescott about it.”

“Gone all-oh my fucking God, you have so much faith in me!” He sounded exasperated but it was much more joking, much more light and so you smile and say, “Am I wrong?”

“What?” He asked and you couldn’t help but say, with a raise of your eyebrows, “Is ‘what’ the special word of the day or something?”

“Answer the question!” He pressed and so you said, “Am I wrong for thinking you wouldn’t be able to handle this without freaking out?”

He opened his mouth to retort but instead picked up his beer and took another sip and you laughed, “Because you totally DID just freak out. Or to quote myself earlier you went all-”

“Went all Wescott, yeah, yeah, okay you aren’t wrong, but still! Ow.” He replied and you reached out, a touch of his hand before saying, “I’m sorry for so rightfully categorising you.”

“Such a bitch.” He sighed with a roll of his eyes, it was fond and you laughed before saying, “And you’re such a pussy but what else is new?”

“Ooo you treat me so nice.” He teased and then followed up, “So why do you think we should fuck exactly?”

Another sigh from you, the heaviest so far, “Okay so, you remember, my ex, obviously.”

“Yes, the shit-bag, the man who’s name we dare not speak, of course.” He responded and you said, “Right, exactly. Well it’s been like months and whatever and I have been thinking really hard about where I went so wrong, not just like this relationship, but like all of them cuz like every guy I have ever been with cheated on me-”

Now you were the one who was rambling and spiralling, you took a deep breath to steady yourself, “-and as it is you are like the only man I can stand to look at right now.”

“Really?” He said with a quirk of his brow, seemingly impressed and glad that is the case, you smile yourself before you say “Yes, you are. So I have been thinking that I just need to fuck, just get it out of my system or I am gonna fall for some fucking asshole who is just gonna cheat on me again and then I will be right back where I started. Here. All sad and single and shit.”

He takes another long drink before saying, “So, you get so pent up and cock hungry that your asshole radar goes screwy and you end up fucking the first attractive dude you find, who usually ends up being a total dick?”

“Calling me cock hungry AND the hypothetical dude in this scenario an asshole and a dick in the same breath? Impressive Wescott, but yes I think that is what is sooo, if I fuck you, in theory, I can hold out until I met like a normal, non-cheating-non-jerk of a guy. For once.” Another sip before tacking on, “Present company excluded, obviously.”

Content that you had laid it all out there and he nodded along, “I mean it makes sense. Just, are you sure that is what this is?”

“Pretty fucking sure.” You affirm. He asks, tone unsure, “And you want it to be me?”

“Yeah! I mean again, you don’t suck and you’re the only dude I can even stand at present. And we have known each other foreverrr, I can trust you.” He seemed to no longer be freaking out and considering it, this seemed to be turning around, going surprisingly well, better than you could have hoped for honestly, he wasn’t running out the door with a lame excuse.

“So what do you say, Wescott? You wanna help out your ol buddy? My future relationships depend on you screwing my brains out.” You asked, holding a hand out.

He exhales amusedly through his nose, “Jeeze no pressure right?”

A hand runs through his short hair and you could tell by now his answer, you wait, a wide grin as he finally said, “Okay, okay yes, I’ll do it.”

“Yeah you will?!” You asked and he said with a laugh, “Yes, I’ll let you fuck my brains out so you can meet a normal non-jerky guy.”

He took your hand and you shook on it. Both of you broke eye contact with a laugh over how ridiculous this was, you said on an exhale with a shake of your head, “What the fuck are we doing?”

“I don’t fucking know anymore.” He said laughing along and the topic was shelved for that evening, happy at how well this went.

So you both had next Wednesday off so you thought that Tuesday night would be as good as any so you find yourself at his apartment and soon enough on his couch. Bottle of liquor and two shot glasses on the coffee table in front of you.

It seemed so easy last Friday but that was four days ago and when talking about it you’d already been hanging for hours and had multiple drinks in your system, it was all jokey and just very you guys, it was all in theory.

But now you were here, about to actually do it and it wasn’t like you hadn’t entertained the idea ever but thinking about it and actually fucking your best friend of like twenty ish years was a totally different kettle of fish. There was a brief conversation over a strong drink when you came in but you didn’t want to waste time, could feel the nerves and tension radiating off of him and yourself.

You and he were facing each other, both sitting side saddle on the couch, intending to start this the only way you knew how, to get one of the most awkward parts out of the way, your first kiss with him.

“Don’t be lame-” You started and he said after clearing his throat, almost defensively, “I won’t. Now, fuck off.”

“No pussying out.” You said firmly.

“I’m not, will you just-” You cleared your own throat, cutting him off and saying, “Alright. Come on. Okay?”

“Okay, okay.” He agreed.

A pause, both of you in the same position, you say, “You’re not moving.”

“Well, neither are you.” He fired back and you looked him up and down, “Jesus Christ man up, would you?”

He sputtered out, “I’m fucking…I’m closer to you than you are to me.”

Eyebrows knitted together as you respond to him with a question, “How the fuck does that work?”

He looked you up and down before saying, “Cuz I’m doing some moving and you’re not doing anything-” He calls it moving, you’d call it nervous fidgeting. You cut in, talking over him in the middle of his sentence, “You’re an idiot.” And he continued on with his thought “-you’re just sass-bossing me-” Finishing with a very mature retort of, “-you’re an idiot.”

“Shut up.” You fire back and he shh’s you.

All of this back and forth is totally just posturing because you and he are so nervous, reverting back to childish banter and barbs to try and hide how much this was, the inherent vulnerability and worry involved that this would fuck everything up. Even though Sam didn’t say it, he didn’t have to, you knew him and also had that same thought yourself, that if this doesn’t go well it could spoil everything. It could potentially ruin a lifelong friendship. You were trying to put the worry out of your head as much as you were sure he was too.

A move of your head, you start to lean in as does he, “Don’t be a pussy.” You remind playfully and he says with a half nod, tone unsure but eyes determined, “I’m-I got it.”

You didn’t stop your forward momentum and neither did he, and one moment there is still space between you and the next, there is none, your lips touch and holy shit you are kissing Sam Wescott. His lips are soft, way softer than you ever thought they could be, he was so warm too, and fuck, he knew what he was doing. It wasn’t like you ever thought Sam would be a bad kisser but you realise while this was happening that you don’t think that you ever thought about kissing him seriously.

Your mouth moved on instinct, kissing him back nearly immediately, moving with him, his lips parted first, his bottom lip under yours, a slip of his tongue that made a rush of arousal wash over you from him doing it first, and with confidence you hadn’t counted on from him. You returned his efforts further, your tongue making contact with his and you swear you could almost feel him tense, you leaned closer, deepened it slightly and so did he. The heat grew considerably for another ten seconds before it became too much. You ended up pulling away first, moving to sit back on the couch properly, feet on the cushion below you, knees swaying back and forth, he moved, sitting back on the other side of the couch, hands up as his elbows sat on the backrest of the couch.

“Okay.” You said with a nod, thighs tensing, trying to grapple with the immediacy of how much that one kiss turned you on and he agreed, a nod as he said, “Yup.”

You snuck a look at him, the way he had one leg crossed over the other, ankle rested on his knee, a thick swallow and you were sure he was hard even with the view of him obscured.

You took a moment, trying to calm down, you really hadn’t been expecting one dumb kiss to get to you this badly, you needed to get a hold of yourself and seemingly so did he.

It had been weirdly quiet for too long now, normally when it was you two together you always had stuff to talk about so this was, strange to say the least. Then again you and Sam had never kissed each other before. Another drink was had, conversation forced, you weren’t gonna let this fail so early, not when you had barely gotten started.

You take a deep breath, pick up your shot glass and down it, the burn feels good, emboldens you once more and you say as you sit back, “I think I’m drunk, you?”

“Maybe we waited too long.” He said and you replied, “Maybe we should have another shot.” You lean forward once more, pouring another for yourself.

You take it, knocking it back as he starts to say, “Ah I’m just worried about things going wacky.”

Shaking your head as you swallow the burn of the alcohol you hum, “Nuh-uh.” And he asks, “Do you think this is the smart thing to do?”

“All right, Wescott-” A hand on the backrest you turn to face him once again, sitting sideways on the couch you say, “I understand what you’re feeling, but listen up, cause I ain’t saying this twice. We all know my reasons for doing this but this is about you too and you’ve been stuck on some whore-bitch who dumped you-”

“Don’t call her a whore-bitch.” He interjected with a roll of his eyes and you didn’t stop, still going off, “-who dumped you like, seven months ago and treated you like shit for two months-”

“Three months and two days-” He supplied and you groaned, hands reaching out, one on his shoulder, the other on his chest as you emphatically said, “Oh, you need to get laid!”

He coughs before agreeing, “Okay yes.”

“Very, very badly!” You insist and he looks back over to you, “Yes, I get it.”

Onward you continued, “And instead of worrying about this, that, and the other thing, just focus on the fact that your balls need emptying.”

A raise of his eyebrows, eyes wider as you say, “Immediately. And that’s it. That’s all you think about because that’s all this is.”

He cocks his head to the side, taking in what you said, you think it might be sinking in, a nod but then he says, “I just don’t want to jeopardise anything.”

“Okay look.” You say, putting a stop to his next ramble of trying to talk himself out of this with his neurotic worries, “Sometimes it’s something. Sometimes it’s meaningful. Sometimes it’s caressing faces and fingers intertwined and whispering little secrets in ears.”

You say it softly, emotion and warmth colouring your tone as you look directly into his eyes, your hand still on his chest, feeling his heartbeat below your palm, firm, steady, quickening.

A small pause before you then say. “And sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.”

His smile broadens, neither of you looking away as you expound, your hand lifting off of him, “It’s grinding your shit and emptying your balls and falling asleep right after you come and that’s what you and I are gonna do to one another because that’s what friends are for.”

His expression is hilarious, smile had gotten dimmer, eyes showing he was trying to follow along but was confused, adorable honestly, but you don’t let it trip you up, a clap as you say, “So stop fucking up the game plan, down that shot, because right after that your old buddy here-” Pointing to yourself, “-is going to blow you.”

He breaks eye contact, shocked once again, almost as if it just hit him that this was really going to happen, you both seriously doing this, he turns back as he says with quiet disbelief, “Uhm…You’re going to-?”

You made a mimic the motion of sucking a dick before mouthing the words, “Blow you.”

His head turns once more, looking at the shot you poured minutes ago on the coffee table before sitting up, leaning forward, he picks it up and downs it, placing the glass back on the table, wrists rested on his knees and you sit in the same way to match him. You ask, “You ready?”

He hums with a nod, “Buzzed?”

“Yeah-huh.” He agrees.

“Trim that shit up like we talked about?” You asked and he said, “Uh-yeah, I already told you I do that on my own-”

“Okay.” You clap again and then turn to him, “High five.”

He does so immediately and without complaint as he always did when you offered one.

You scoop up the shot glasses and take them to the kitchen, he follows, bottle in hand, the shot must have worked because he asked, “What happened to you blowing me immediately, post shot?”

“Sorry I thought I should put these away because I know how your over thinking, worried ass gets, I would hate for you to be unable to get it up because you can’t stop thinking about dirty dishes on the coffee table.” You tease and he scoffs as he bottle set on the counter, “Again, the faith you have in me is astounding.”

You turn, push off the sink and come forward, your hands on his shoulders and you lean up, not dignifying him with a response instead choosing to kiss him again, sudden and deep, pressing him to the kitchen island. He returned the kiss, your tongue slipped into his mouth first this time and you could taste the shot still lingering as you were sure he could as well. Your head is swimming and you aren’t certain it isn’t from the alcohol, you break away, staring up at him, his cheeks were flushed, again you aren’t certain it isn’t from the drink on his part.

“Who says I can’t blow you in the kitchen, Wescott?” You challenge as your hands slide off his shoulders and down his arms.

You had seen Sam shirtless many times, especially at summer camp, but actually feeling him now, Jesus, seeing and feeling is a totally different thing. He had some good strength, you couldn’t wait for him to put it to use. Your hands find the top of his jeans and you start to unbutton them and he responds, “Uh no one I suppose, I mean you can blow me wherever you want to really, I’m not picky-”

You press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, a smile on your face as you say, “Hey Wescott?”

“Yeah?” He asks as you unzip his pants, then your hands catch the bottom hem of your top and you take off your shirt, you toss it aside, revelling in his wide eyes at the view of you just in your jeans and bra. You say fondly as you begin to sink to your knees, “Shut up.”

“Okay, shutting up.” He nodded, looking down as your fingers hook in his belt loops, you lean in, your cheek to his bulge, lips catching on his zipper as you rub against him before starting to tug his pants down his hips.

He lets you do so and then he can feel your mouth on him, through the last layer of his underwear, warm lips and even warmer breath has him putting his hands back, gripping the edge of the kitchen island. A few kisses are placed along his clothed shaft, his pants around his knees now and your hands slip back up his legs, nails dragging teasingly before you reach for the waistband of his briefs. You take a deep breath for courage before pulling them down and for the first time you see his dick, very hard and less than two inches from your face.

“Holy shit.” You utter, lips parted as your eyes drag over every exposed inch of him.

He looks concerned, “What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing just fuck, dude, you didn’t tell me you were packing heat!” He laughed, “What? When was I supposed to bring that up in our friendship? Hey bud, awesome cookies you brought to the bake sale, also I have a massive dick.” He added on after another shared laugh, “Also is it really that big?”

You scoff, a roll of your eyes, “Oh my God only dudes with big dicks say shit like ‘is it really that big?’, fucking, of course it is!” You wrap your hand around the base and he inhales sharply. “I mean look at this! Look how much of it is still left after I get my whole hand around it!”

He nods, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip before saying, “Yeah, uhm, shit, you’re right, it does look big in your hand.”

“Duh dude.” You laugh before leaning in, honestly excited for this, the excitement and want far outweighing the nerves, wanting to wow him. “Get ready for me to blow your mind.”

Your taunt makes him laugh, it’s breathy and nervous, “Yeah I’m ready for you to blow my dick, the jury is still out on my mind.”

You might have bragged about your dick sucking skills previously in your friendship and a running joke was him never believing you, and you were about to prove him how wrong he was. You start easily enough, a lick from midway down his shaft, up the underside of him before your tongue swirls around the tip and you hear his breath catch from above you. A small smirk on your face and he is about to say something but you shut him up by slipping the head of his dick into your mouth, lips wrapping right around that sensitive ridge and you suck deeply. He gasped out, “Oh fuck-”

Your hand is still locked around the base as you pull off of him with a loud pop. You are looking up at him, hand beginning to stroke him, using your own spit as lube as you ask with a faux innocent smile, “You okay up there Wescott?”

He nods and says on an exhale, “Yeah, yeah, M’ fine.” You smile wider as you twist your wrist on the upstroke, “Good.”

You lean back in, slipping him back into your mouth, taking more of him, sliding him in deeper and he grips the island harder, knuckles going almost white as he tries to contend with the feeling of how wet and hot your mouth is. You bob up and down, hand moving in tandem, tongue running up the underside of his shaft, flicks and licks, messy open mouthed kisses, quick pace, lots of sucking, allowing spit and drool to leak out, getting sloppy with it, just as he had previously confessed to liking. The amount he tensed when you latched onto and paid heavy attention to his balls made you smile against him.

This was done all while you were looking up at him. He was very much not looking at you though, heavy breathing, nervous fidgeting and you pull off once more, “Are you sure you are okay?”

“Yeah, yes I am, why?” He asked, seemingly out of breath and caught off guard by your question, “Just, you aren’t looking at me and are real fidgety-”

“You keep looking at me.” He admitted, eyes darted to you and away again quickly. You accuse, “You said you like when girls look up at you during head!”

“Yeah but it’s you! And so it’s not just like it’s a girl doing it, it’s all, ‘yeah that’s my dick in her mouth’ but when it’s you it’s like ‘oh there’s my best friend with my dick in her mouth’ and it makes me freak out-” He rambles and you laugh breathlessly.

“Wescott, everything makes you freak out! Just try to relax and focus on how good it feels, alright?” He nodded, a deep breath, the reassurance helps, he agrees, “Yeah, totally, how good it feels-”

And you had taken him back in before he finished speaking, his sentence breaks off with a choked off moan, his eyes closing and you feel a sense of pride as well as a drip in your panties.

He sounded really good when he moaned. It pushes you on. You pulled out your best moves, you pushed him harder into the kitchen island with one hand while your other stroked and you sucked deeply, taking as much of him as you could, you gagged and he seemed to like that. His dick twitched in your mouth, his hips rocked forward involuntarily, a groan broke out of your name and you did it again. Take him deep, gag, choke yourself a little, you pick up the pace as you deep throat and then he is squirming, all of a sudden his fists clenching and unclenching, “Shit, wait, hold on I think, I uh, ahhhn, need a second-”

You felt him throbbing in your hand and on your tongue and you stroked faster, a long suck with a moan against his shaft and he still tries to stop you, his eyes back open, looking down at you. Seeing you looking up at him with those, ‘fuck me eyes’ did not help at all on holdong off, a hurried moan of, “Wait, fuck, I said wait! Ohhh Goddd.”

He couldn’t stop you and so he couldn’t stop it and he came, hot and thick ropes spilling into your mouth and you don’t stop either. You slowed down slightly, not wanting to overstimulate him, doing what you could to draw out his pleasure, he was still holding onto the counter, weak in the knees, trying not to lose his balance from how hard he was cumming, buried well more than halfway inside you.

Big swallows, taking every single drop without issue until his dick finally stopped twitching and his hand was on your head, pushing you back and you allowed it. You sit back on your heels, the back of your hand wipes your mouth and you say, “Wow Wescott, I thought you’d last longer than that! What was that? Three minutes or four?”

“Fuck you!” He huffed and you said with a wide grin, “I mean you were supposed to but now-”

He was still catching his breath as he defending himself, “Gimmie a minute! I can go again.”

“Oh can you?” A taunt he clearly took offense to and he said, “Yes! I can, fucking, come on.” He reached down, one hand snagged his pants and underwear, he pulled them back up, his other hand hooking under your bicep and he hauled you up onto your feet. He dragged you along quickly, “Awe I must have touched a nerve! Where are you taking me?”

“To the bedroom.” He stated firmly as you were now in the hallway, “What are we gonna do in there? Cuddle till you can get it up again?”

He pushed you into the bedroom, hard, and you fell onto his bed. He flicked the light on the nightstand on, “No, I’m going to eat you out till I’m hard enough to fuck you so I can wipe that smug fucking smirk off your face and shut you up.”

The show of strength dragging you here, pushing you on the bed, the promise he just made, you tried to hide how hot it was. You got the distinct feeling he could back his word up and you hoped against hope that feeling was correct.

“You think you can do that?” You taunted, weaker than you meant to.

He was starting to take off your jeans, his own still open and low on his hips, he assured you, “I know, I can do that.”

A pulse of your clit and hard swallow and with a nod, holding eye contact with Sam you said, “Fucking prove it Wescott.”

Denim was tossed aside, and he took his shirt off, you assumed in classic Sam fashion trying to make it even because now you were in just your underwear and nothing else. He climbed on top of you, he kissed you, hard just like you had previously but also in the most him way possible. It was way too all consuming, hard not to get lost in, practically melting below him way too fast. His mouth soon dragged down, kisses over your jaw and your throat, his other hand sliding underneath, gripping the back of your neck and you gasped out, “What are you doing?”

“You said you liked it when guy’s kissed your neck like this?” He murmured, his tongue ran over your pulse point, teeth scraped as his nails bit in slightly, a light bite that had your back arching, “I-I do but ahh-”

“But what?” He asked teasingly, “Isn’t this just about getting off?” He had used that tone when you had both joked around countless times before but now with him on top of you and kissing your neck it made heat pulse inside of you.

“It is-” You assure, trying to ignore how hot you had gotten and how wet you were and he said, one of his legs slotting between yours, knee pressing against your clothed slit, “Well doesn’t this get you off? Or were you lying to me all those times we talked before?”

You shake your head, his other hand that wasn’t preoccupied with your neck, finds your hip, he makes you grind on his thigh and you moan, “I wasn’t lying.”

“Then stop whining and enjoy it.” He said easily as he started to slide down your body, lips pressing more kisses as he went. Soon he is on his knees on the floor, your panties are being tugged off, throwing them away and your legs are resting over his shoulders.

You should feel some nerves being so exposed before him but you mostly feel excited he is seeing you like this. Any of those small remaining nerves were pushed away when he breathed out, “Oh wow.”

“Wow?” You asked, his hands made contact, strong and firm resting on your mons, thumbs stroke down, parting you open, getting a good look, “Yeah, just, fuck, you’re soaked.”

He admitted and you bit your bottom lip. You try to conjure a response but none comes as you feel him closer, warm breath on your wet folds, his mouth doesn’t waste time.

His lips touched down on your clit and once again you are hit with the sheer softness and warmth of him. You suck down a deep breath as he lifts up, another kiss placed just right, a few mouth come and then his tongue slipping out to slide over you and fuck, you were unprepared for the jolt of pleasure that hits your system.

He didn’t tease you about his oral skills before getting started because, well, he knew he didn’t need to. He knew you heard the rumours that flew around at Camp Clear Vista, he knew you know what people say about him and his mouth. There had been many jokes made before about it, you not believing him already made abundantly clear throughout your friendship and within two minutes he was proving you wrong. He warms you up beautifully, open mouthed kisses, lips and tongue paying attention everywhere, running through every nook and cranny he could find, was impossibly attentive. As if he knew just when it was needed he switched to focusing more where you needed, tongue ran up and over your clit, a flick that made you moan, thighs tensing around his head. He hums out, “Good?”

A shaky nod at the rush of sensation the vibration provided, “Yeah, fuck, s’ good Wescott.”

Another hum, he seemed happy to hear that and doubled up. He found a rhythm that made your breathing extremely uneven. Your very ready and swollen clit between his lips, tongue circling it with a steady and even pressure that was currently melting your mind.

How was he this good? Where the fuck did he learn to eat pussy like this?

He ate you out like he was starving for it, like you tasted incredible and your satisfaction was the most important thing. It was more than that too however, you got the real impression he wasn’t doing this out of obligation, he was doing it because he really, really enjoyed it. You had been with guys who made claims of getting off on you getting off but it always turned out to be just that, pretty words and claims made in order to get into your panties, any upfront effort did not last once their dick entered the equation, but you had the feeling Sam was the genuine article.

You looked down and you understood what he meant previously when you were sucking his dick. Seeing him being the one between your thighs, eyes closed in concentration, doing this was a lot to handle, mainly, the view of it was way too hot, it made your cunt clench around nothing, leak more and your clit throb. You had to force your eyes closed as you tried to forget it was Sam who was making you feel like this.

It shocked you how fast he got you to the edge with only his mouth. You weren’t prepared at all for this, you were shivering, so close, panting and trying to come up with how to warn him, you had a thought of getting him to stop, taking a breather, switch to sex or something but again, there was no hope for you.

No time, no words came out, just a loud and honest moan, genuine vocal expression of the intense pleasure he made you feel as your fingers tangled in those navy bed sheets you bought him last Christmas. Hands tugging as you tried to ride out the most powerful orgasm you had in months thanks to his talented tongue, chest heaving as the feeling rose, peaked and then slowed down until overstimulation threatened to seep you, you panted out, “Fuck, fuck, stop!”

As soon as it left your mouth he pulled up, “What was that you were saying earlier about cumming quickly?” He asked and you finally managed to catch your breath, “Shu-shut up.”

You reached up, your hand found the back of his neck and you pulled him to you, your mouth crashing into his, effectively silencing his argument with your tongue in his mouth, tasting yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth and he moved closer, settling back on top of you, pressing himself into your hip and you feel how hard he is again. He wasn’t kidding, you had blown him what must have been less than fifteen minutes ago and he was raring to go. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased him so much?

A rock of his hips and you broke the kiss, pulling on his jeans, “Get these off.” You demanded and one of his hands snapped your bra strap, “Get this off too then.”

“Fair.” You agree as he gets out of his jeans and underwear and you arch your back, unhooking your own bra, you toss it and then you and Sam are naked together in his bed.

This is really happening and you are so into it. Legs still trembling from how hard you came, seeing the sight of him totally naked and almost on top of you again, you are having trouble remembering the last time you were this turned on, felt like you had this much sexual chemistry with someone. That is all this was, right? Sexual chemistry. It had to be.

Sam was leaning over, he opened the drawer on his nightstand and reached in and when you saw the small foil packet you asked, “Condom?”

“Yeah?” He nodded, “What, you don’t trust me, Wescott?” You teased, “No, God no, I just thought you’d want one.”

“Nope, I’m safe and as you know, I haven’t been with anyone in months annnnd I know you haven’t either so-”

A beat.

“Sooo it’s fine without?” He asked and you shrugged with a nod, “Yeah if you’re fine with it I am too.”

He seemed unsure but he said, “Sure, I can handle it.”

“Me too.”

You weren’t sure that you could as you eyed him, without a doubt he is gonna be the biggest you’ve had like this but damn it did you want to try. He kissed you first again, slower as he eased on top of you and your heart was speeding up, you pushed on his chest and said, “Wait, no, hold on.”

You sit up and position him, sitting up with you in the middle of his bed and you slide into his lap, arms around his shoulders, his hands settle on your waist and he asks, “Like this?”

A nod, you wanted to be in a position you could be on top, have a lot of control and he still could too, you didn’t want to be under him, worried what it would do to you. “Mhmm.”

You moved your hips, grind on his shaft and your breath catches slightly as does his, “Fuck, so uh-”

“This is happening.” You finish his thought, prodding your slick entrance with him as he said, “Yeah once we do this-”

There was no going back. Instead of saying that you reassure him, “It’ll be fine Wescott. Sometimes a fuck is just a fuck remember?”

“Right.” He sighed with a nod, clearly trying to psyche himself up. He looked into your eyes, tone shockingly steady as he said, “A fuck is just a fuck.”

No point in waiting any longer. You position yourself just right and then ask, “Ready?”

He confirmed, “As I’ll ever be.” You don’t look away as you then start to slide down, your hands looped around the back of his neck, his hands on your waist squeeze as you start to envelope him. Fuck, you were plenty warmed up and totally wet but the stretch of him almost hurts.

Almost.

Halfway down your eyes close as you focus on how delicious it feels as you take him inch by inch until you settle in his lap, him fully buried in you.

A moment is taken then. Soaking in the feeling of fullness, of how good it is to have him bare in you.

Almost chest to chest you can just about feel his heart beating impossibly hard. Eyes open and you look up, meet his gaze and your own heart isn’t doing much better, threatening to beat out of your ribcage. Sam’s face is flushed, lips parted and eyes hazy, you ask, “You’re gonna pull out, right?”

“Totally.” He breathes and you start to move then. Hips rising, sliding him out halfway before letting yourself fall, impaling yourself on him again and you and he both let out a small moan. “Oh!”

You move again, starting to ride him slowly and a minute in he begins to match you, rocking with you as you both work together to find your rhythm, he breathed out, “Fuck.”

“Right?” You let out a light and musical laugh as your hips fell once more and he leaned in, his hands sliding over your back, he pulled you closer as he fucked up into you. His mouth was on your neck as your forehead rested on his shoulder, he said it so quietly you almost missed it, “That was the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.”

You almost wanted to ask him to repeat himself, you were hearing things, no way he said that. You must have imagined it, what you thought you heard from him pulled at something in your chest. You push that down and increase your pace, forget emotionality, embrace the physical, this is about fucking, about getting off, not sappy feelings shit.

Your legs wrap around his hips, feet now on the bed to better help yourself ride him. He was still helping as well, moving with you and when he rolled his hips, ground into you, a gasp tore from your throat from the friction it provided your clit. Your grip on the back of his neck loosened with every perfect move against one another, eyes closed, head falling back as you fill yourself over and over, grind and pulse and then you lose your grip. “Woah!”

Your back didn’t have far to go thankfully, hitting the mattress, your legs still over his hips, him still inside, he is the one to laugh now, “Shit, you okay?”

A laugh along with him, “Yeah, M’ fine.” You reach out, grabby hands, needy as you prompt him, “C’mon don’t stop.”

In the heat of the moment, desperate for more, you weren’t opposed to him taking control, it was Sam, you could trust him.

He takes the que, comes down to meet you, moves his hips forward, fills you all the way and you moan again. Your arms are around him, legs wrap tighter around his hips and he sets the pace now. You expect him to go back to what you were doing, hard and even but he doesn’t. He stays deep inside you and he grinds and the friction where you need it most makes you nearly choke. “Ah!”

You think it’ll stop but it doesn’t. It isn’t so much fucking, it doesn’t feel like it, not rough pounding, a race to the finish line, it is much slower, seemed imbued with meaning, he continues it, grinds and writhes with you and you do as well. It goes on for minutes, the flow of it comes with surprising ease, the pleasure is intense, you squirm below him, moan and your head is thrown back, “Oh-fuck, that-s-”

“That’s?” He asked, hopeful. His weight on top of you, the smell of him, his wandering hands, his strong body covering yours, the fullness, you say, “S’ too much!”

Your hands on his shoulders, one of your knees nudge his hip hard and you move, he lets you, he knows what you want, he lets you take control again, you roll together. Him on the bottom on his back, you fully on top and back in control.

You start at a much harder pace, faster. “Better?” He asks with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“Yeah, sorry, couldn’t-” Your lie breaks off with a moan, he doesn’t push, instead he rocks up into you, crooked smile as he assures, “Don’t worry about it.”

A swirl of your hips and he angles his and you brush that spot inside just right, “Ohh! Yeah, yeah, right there!”

It happens fast, in about two minutes of both those spots being hit so right and all the build up, heavy breathing and shared moaning, bodies slick and working together, he says, “I’m going to come soon-”

“Oh my God, me too-” You confess, your hands were planted on his chest and he was so taken with you in that moment. You riding him, being so close with you buried totally inside, and you look down, meeting his gaze and the weight of all of it hits at once.

True, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck.

Bu this wasn’t just a fuck, it held too much meaning, felt way too good for that, even the sex that physically felt the best for you didn’t have this much emotion in it, never made you ache down to your bones with feeling like this did. It was Sam, it was always Sam, he had always been right there, understood you better than anyone. This wasn’t just some guy to use to get over your shit-head ex, no, this was your best friend.

And you looking into each other's eyes, not having sex, not fucking, much, much more than that, it was like you saw the same realization hit Sam all at once.

He speaks honestly as his hands squeeze your waist, “You’re so gorgeous.”

The smile on his face is infectious, you smile too, until a few more moves of your hips again drags you out of your head and your sudden emotional realisation and back to your body, so close to coming but not close enough to him.

You need to be closer, you reach out, your hands catch his, he laces his fingers with yours as they go above his head, pulling you down with him by doing so. Your hips don’t slow, almost chest to chest, fuck it, you decide to be honest too. “This is better than I ever thought.”

He agrees, a shake of his head, tone full of feeling and near wonderment at you and this, “Ever imagined.”

“Oh my God you feel so good-” You cry and he says in a rush, continuing to thrust up into you, “You’re so beautiful.”

It is so close, the feeling creeping up your spine, you say what you feel, it is as easy as breathing, finally admitting what you now know you have felt for God knows how long, “Oh, oh, oh, I love you!”

“I love you too!” His response fills your ears and that ends up being what pushes you over the edge as you stutter out, “Sa-ahh-am! M’ cumming-”

“Fuck, me too.” He grit out and you beg, you actually beg mid-orgasm, the three words break through the haze, far too blissed out and high on him to want anything else as you please, “Don’t pull out!”

It’s all the encouragement he needs, his hands squeeze yours as he allows himself to cum, filling you up with a long groan of your name, your hips squirm, walls milking him as your own pleasure finds its natural end. You both slowly stop moving, out of breath and you go slack on top of him, hands still linked together.

You can’t believe this is how it all turned out.

He kisses the side of your face and you smile, you let his mouth move until his meets yours, a soft kiss is shared, you pull back looking down at him. He breaks the silence, “I thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. I was wrong, it's your moans.”

A wide smile, “So I did hear you say that earlier.” He laughed lightly, “Did you? Shit I tried to keep it quiet, I swear.”

“Mmm, I so believe you.” You tease and he says, “Speaking of believing people, what was that about a fuck is just a fuck? Sometimes it means something and sometimes it’s about intertwining fingers but this isn’t that?”

His hands squeeze yours again, making a point of wiggling his fingers still between yours and you roll your eyes, letting go of his hands “Okay, okay you aren’t gonna hold this over my head our whole relationship are you?”

He pauses and asks, “Relationship?”

You scoff and purposefully clench on him, making him let out a small groan as you then ask, “Well we ARE dating now aren’t we?” He said it as if it was as clear as the fact the sky was blue, “Obviously.”

“Sooo?”

“Sooo I’ll try to be nice and only bring it up when it’s really funny.” You conceded, “I can allow that.”

“Or when it’ll help me win an argument” He joked and you sighed, “Okay sure, Sam.”

“So I’ve lost the Wescott finally? I’m officially Sam since I am officially your boyfriend?”

“Yeah you get first name privileges when you make me cum that hard.”

Another beat before you ask, “So you meant what you said right? You didn’t just say it cuz like I said it right?”

He said, tone shocked, “Of course I meant it!”

You defend yourself, “Cuz sometimes you do that thing where you say a thing because I did just to agree with me-” He laughed and his head fell back on the pillow, “Oh my God, no not this time. I mean it.”

“Really?” The grin almost hurt your face, “Well I bet you didn’t know but I had a crush on you back in fourth grade-”

“Awe I did know but I was with that guy so we couldn’t. I bet YOU didn’t know I had a crush on you in ninth grade-”

“I did but I was with-” You both stopped and you said, “Jesus we really do know everything about each other.”

Why did you ever wait so long and waste so much time on other people?

“Maybe that is why this is so good? Because we do?” He offered and you said, “Maybe, you might be onto something there.”

You press a kiss to his forehead as you start to slide him out and get off of him. One of your hands slipped between your thighs as you moved to the edge of the bed, “You in a rush to leave?”

“Hardly, going to the bathroom.” You tell him as you carefully get off the bed, still cupping yourself, trying to hold some of the mess inside. He laughed as he watched you try to do that and make your way to the ensuite bathroom, you asked “What?”

His hand waves dismissively as he says, “Nothing, nothing. Just I’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

You threw up the middle finger on your free hand as you left the room and he called, “Love you too!”

#Sam Wescott X Reader #slasher x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #Hope you allll love #I adore this movie too much and had too much fun with this stg

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gayofthefae · 2 years

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Mike often resorts to comedy during rough patches with El to make up. The sauna mannequin; the diner glasses.

In general, in fights with his friends, he tends to try to pretend like everything is fine in the hopes that they’ll pretend too and just continue on and both drop it.

With Will in those post-fight grey areas, though...well, actually, Mike actively tries to avoid having those. He starts apologizing to Will even before the true argument in the rain takes place. He chases after him immediately after. The only reasons there have ever been those post-fight grey areas between them has been because their time was instantly completely filled by non-stop plot-pertinence. Between then, there are still small pockets and in those, they tend to pretend like he does with everyone else and drop it for higher stakes, but this distinction is important that Will is the only one we have seen even attempt to patch things ASAP with no hesitancy of what he “should” do.

In season 3, he tried to apologize immediately then didn’t follow up until the end of the season when he subtly indicated again that he didn’t mean what he said. In season 4, he takes some cool off time but very soon after (the second day, based on clothing) initiates an apology without any other motive of “it’s been too long of fighting, I miss you”. Just - I want us to make up as soon as possible.

With his friends, Mike tends to show this clear feeling of “I wish we were made up already. I wish I could just snap my fingers and poof! they would be here and we would be okay.” Maybe even sometimes “I wish they would apologize to me because I would forgive them”. With Will, he doesn’t waste a second. I don’t think he even realizes it. It’s more of a case of the thought coming into his mind in one instance and not in the other. He just acts instantly. The focus is less on their separation and the disappointment that causes and more on Mike’s hyperawareness that he has caused Will distress. With his friends, it tends to be that he misses them and he wants them back and he’s sorry he did anything to make them go away. With Will, it tends to be he just can’t bear to see that boy cry. Or even be aware that it might be happening in another place for him to envision.

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler

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edaworks · 2 years

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People regularly ask me what it’s like being a lawyer.

I continually tell them: it’s not glamorous. No, really. It can be very fulfilling, but it’s definitely not a bunch of Perry Mason moments and it can be downright grueling. Today, my workday was ongoing from 6:30am to 10:20pm and tbqh I feel like I’ve been standing in front of a pitching machine repeatedly taking fastballs to the groin. An illustrative and very de-identified comedy of errors follows:

1) Left home at 6:30am for a ‘one hour’ emergency hearing, for a case I received on Friday because another attorney departed my office, for a type of hearing which should never have been set for one hour because it is very complex, cannot be moved, and is highly contested, and which requires the judge to apply BRAND new case law. Why was it set for one hour? Good question. It was scheduled by the departing attorney last Friday for today, TUESDAY. Said person knew I would be taking it over, knew it couldn’t be postponed, and knew he hadn’t asked me or looked at my calendar re: was I ok with this happening with two days’ notice. Okay. Fine. I’ve got this. I stop at the office to pick up my file and print two more things. I’m prepared, I have my exhibits with me, this is part of the job, let’s do this. Right?

2) Wrong. I reach the courthouse. It is pouring rain. I drop my file. All the exhibits are now wet. Fantastic. I’ve still got this, right? I’ve dealt with hearings during tornados and medical emergencies and with clients literally fleeing and being tackled to the floor and clients flipping tables and clients hysterically screaming while throwing things at the judge’s bench while we all dive for cover, so I can deal with some water. I tell opposing counsel and the courtroom clerk in advance, apologize that the court can’t scan the documents in until they dry. They say “hey it happens.” Cool.

3) The ‘one hour’ hearing does not even start until - at the court’s direction - two rounds of negotiation and a chambers conference have set us back by…an hour and a half. Okay. It happens. Usually, though, a highly contested hearing that requires testimony and evidence on three separate multi-factor tests/analyses and application of brand new caselaw is set in for more than one hour, so there’s time for all of that to occur if needed. Not so here, due to Murphy’s Law. So - now what? Oh, we’re still going to just…have the hearing anyway? The hearing which will definitely exceed an hour and probably exceed five hours? Okay. Cue all involved attorneys desperately trying to get coverage for their afternoon cases and reschedule everything else they’ve got going on. But this happens. It’s part of the job. So - I’ve still got this, right?

4) WRONG. Halfway through the now day-long hearing, I get an email: my boss is displeased about something and needs more info about the item ASAP. Got it. Addressed it ASAP on a recess from court. Fine, hopefully?

5) BUT WAIT! Just the opposing party’s case takes until about 3pm. Then it’s my turn! Neat. There’s an hour and a half left in the court day. The judge wants the case to be done. It’s not going to be done. I have three witnesses including my client. My client needs to go first and they are nervous as all heck. Not for lack of preparation - many people just are really nervous in court! That’s normal. But it means this client’s testimony can’t move at the warp-9.9 speed that I know the judge would prefer: they’re barely keeping a lid on their anxiety as it is. Predictably, we don’t even make it to their cross-examination. The one hour hearing, surprising NO ONE, went all day and isn’t done yet. It has gone on so long that the assignment clerks (who calendar hearings) have left for the day! So we don’t even know when we’re coming back. But I’ve still got this, right?

6) It’s now after five. I call about eight people who have had to wait to hear from me or who needed to have discussions or meetings rescheduled because court has run all day. I apologize to all of them and conduct all those meetings before and during my trip back to the office (an hour away). Okay. I have one more late evening meeting. I’ve got this, right? Right?

7) Before this meeting, I update my boss on the status of the thing leading to his earlier displeasure. Included in there that something boss indicated should be done could maybe not happen that way, and proposed an alternative solution.

8) The meeting begins. Imagine my surprise when it is a one and a half hour recorded session which was not calendared as such? When none of the participants had previously asked me whether it could proceed as such? I’ve been in trial mode - a state of constant hyper-awareness - since eight thirty am. Any recorded session also requires trial mode - I have to treat it like a deposition. It’s now almost nine PM. Insanity. But I can pivot. I can do this. I’ve still got this, right?

9) I don’t got this. In my inbox, halfway through the session: boss flatly rejects my alternative re: how to fix “we can’t address the source of displeasure the way boss has instructed without a few other things being authorized.” Okay. I make a second alternative proposal on a short break from this session. Boss is usually chill. Boss is not at all chill at present. Anxiety levels: high. Results pending.

10) I’m finally closing out that recorded session. Good. But what’s this in my inbox? Boss: displeased about something different? At 8:45 pm? NEVER GOOD. Long email to this effect? LESS GOOD STILL. However: upon closer examination, the something boss is displeased about involves…incorrect math, and not my incorrect math. Well, shit on a cracker. The last thing I want to do is gracefully point this out, but I have to. It’s not something I can let lie. It’s really important. So, uh, I…do. Anxiety levels: critical!!!! as boss was already annoyed and I’ve just had to cross boss for a second time. Not ideal. Not at all. It is now, absurdly, almost ten pm.

11) Then, driving home. Pouring rain still. Behind a cop almost the whole way. I get home. I think, this is the kind of day situational anxiety meds are made for. And then I realize they are…at the office. Where I left them this morning. So that I didn’t accidentally take them into the courthouse.

Great.

No. Being a lawyer isn’t glamorous. And today is an excellent example of why.

(It’s not all bad. My client/their family for the ‘one hour’ hearing: currently happy. Self-eval of my objection game today: pretty good.

Everything else: nerve-wracking)

#eda speaks #exhaustion #attorney problems #lawyering #still hearing papers shuffling in my head as I lapse into microsleeps

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I’ve been reinvigorated for Two Cakes!

My original idea wasn’t working (sad) but hopefully some post-canon comedy of errors with get the writer gears turning!

Current status:

“Oh! Where are my manners? Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Maybe some cakes to go with it?” Nie Huaisang asked, looking at Wen Ning.

“Er...”

“He can’t drink,” Wei Wuxian replied.

Nie Huaisang frowned. “Can’t drink? Why, Wei-xiong that sounds like a problem you should fix asap. How is he to mingle in polite society? You’re invited too, of course, by the way. As Wei-xiong’s guest.”

Wen Ning’s face showed a facsimile of a smile. This was the first time since he’d died that someone invited him to a party in polite society. He hadn’t been invited to any in life either, only ever accompanying his more popular sister.

The look he gave Wei Wuxian was so hopeful that never mind no longer being able to turn down Nie Huaisang’s invite himself, Wei Wuxian felt he had to at least promise to look into it when they got back.

#fortune's fanfics #mdzs #the two cakes fic hopefully #this is obviously super rough #and doesn't capture the exact tone i want #but it's getting there I hope #six sentence sunday

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Has this been done yet? im kinda new to the fandom

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venomous--fics · 3 years

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Anon Requested: Could you imagine dating Eddie Brock/Venom and then bringing them home to meet your father & mother figure Peter B. Parker and MJ? Like- maybe the reader is a spider-person aswell, who is/was Peter's mentee/unofficially adopted kid, like- the awkward tension. (Especially if this is a universe where Peter knows Venom's identity, but Eddie doesn't know Peter is spider-man)

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Spider!Person Reader

A/N: Day 15!! Halfway through October already? Shucks. Also this prompt had too much comedy potential for me to not write it ASAP. I hope you enjoy it! Also Spider-verse!Eddie/Venom has been on my mind since I saw the movie. I think they'd look neat in that style. I could draw them myself, but I would not do the idea justice I don't think--

"All I'm saying is-"

"Knock knock!" You called, opening the door, "I brought a very special guest, but you knew that."

Peter looked at the door, "Whose the guest?"

You threw open the door, "Ta-Da!"

You stepped out of the way and gestured to your "special guest," who was really just your boyfriend, Eddie Brock. Mj knew that, Peter knew that, however, Peter had no idea what the guys name was. He just put two and two together with your texts and shrugged it off as, 'Oh, the boyfriend introduction. Great.'

Peter stared at Eddie, no emotion or, in fact, any lights on upstairs. It's like the film reel just stopped turning.

Mj didn't get it, nudging Peter's arm, "Hey, don't stare. You're going to give the poor guy the creeps."

Peter looked at Mj, and then back to Eddie, rinse and repeat, "Really?"

"What?" She replied.

Peter looked at you, "Really?"

"What?" You echoed Mj's confusion.

"This guy?"

Eddie stepped over and held his hand out, "I'm sorry- Forgot to introduce myself."

Peter didn't have much of a choice, so he took the other man's hand. It didn't feel right, but it had to be done.

"I'm Eddie Brock. I work at the Daily Bugle-"

"I'm aware." Peter said flatly, immediately catching himself, "Ah, I just...Mean. Big fan...Your biggest fan."

"And where are my manners!" You half shouted, sliding over, "I'm so sorry. This is my dad, Peter, and this is my mother, Mj! Uhm, Uh, this is Eddie. He just said that- I- Anyone want something to drink?" You slinked away into the kitchen.

"This is awkward." Peter sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'll go help with the drinks- Make yourself comfortable. Not too comfortable though."

Eddie stood as still as a post. He's never been invited to meet anyone's parents, so he wasn't too sure if making himself comfortable was really a good idea.

Peter walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into you as you prepared a few glasses of lemonade.

"Can you at least pretend to like him?" You were begging but you refused to look at him, "Please? I really like him."

"Does it have to be him?"

"Yes. It does. He's really nice."

"I'd beg to differ." Peter scoffed.

"You say that like you know him."

"You're saying you don't?" Peter scratched his face, "Really? No, uh, no bells or whistles? Hairs don't stand on end? Nothing?"

"No." You sighed, "Should I?"

"You aren't connecting any dots?"

"No, did you hit your head again? Do you need an icepack?"

"I'm being serious."

"I am too."

You grabbed the tray with the cups and walked back to the table. You sat down next to Eddie and he aided you in passing out the cups. Him and Mj were getting along, which you knew they would, since naturally she gets along with everyone. You just hoped that Peter would at least attempt to do the same. It would mean so much to you if he did.

Peter came back out and sat across from Eddie, continuing the blank stare. He really wasn't meaning to, but he couldn't help it. Like, how the hell does this happen. You and Him were literally beating the snot out of this guy like two days ago. Peter's secretly hightailing this guy to see what his problem was.

And now he's in his home. At his table. Enjoying everyone company but his. Peter was certain that Eddie had ulterior motives, because why else would he be here. Eddie probably wanted to watch Peter's world burn- Probably. Maybe Eddie figured out Peter's whole identity thing, and this is payback.

Eddie, on the other hand could not, for the life of him, figure out why Peter was just staring at him. It was making his skin crawl. Of course, Eddie wasn't going to say anything, seeing as this was very important to you. He didn't hate Peter, mostly because he didn't know the guy until now. Yet, despite that, Peter seemed to have a pretty good idea of who he thought Eddie was.

Eddie knew first impressions were everything, and he absolutely sucked at them. What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? His coping mechanisms said to crack a joke, but the other voice in his head just said to eat everyone, except you, and go home. Obviously, that was not a viable option. There was an odd nagging feeling throughout the whole thought process.

"I enjoy reading your stuff in the papers." Mj said, trying to ease the extremely obvious tension.

"I'm glad you like it." Eddie replied, "I'm still new to the company- Uh, but I hope to do my own photography. I just have to keep pestering my boss until he gets sick of me."

"You should see some of his pictures," You added, "They're all so great! I was thinking of having him teach me so that way we could work together!"

Eddie really liked the idea of working with you, you were great to hang out with so why not be work buddies too. It just made sense to him. Oh, he thought, maybe that's what was bugging Peter. He was probably just jealous, and maybe felt replaced. Eddie figured that he'd have to make it up to him- Maybe not today, but maybe he'd invite Peter out to brunch or something.

It all made sense to Eddie now. Of course he's jealous! He was used to being the only guy around, and now he had to share the attention. For a moment, Eddie was worried that he had already done something wrong.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you guys." Eddie said, "You seem like wonderful people."

In that moment, despite every bit of knowledge that Peter knew to be true, he saw that look in your eyes that he's only seen one other time... And he knew, he had maybe misjudged, well not misjudged, but hell he's trying to feel guilty here- Perhaps he was jumping the gun. Maybe Peter had to separate alien from host- Oh, now there's an idea.

"We plan on visiting more," You said, "Since you mentioned that the basement needed some work."

"You two really don't mind?" Mj said, "I'd hate to-"

"Ma, please. We'd love to! Besides, I think looking around and doing some work here would be good for us." You reassured her, "We gotta get house ideas from somewhere, right?"

Peter let out a rather high pitched yelp, thinking that it happened in his head. You three looked at him, all concerned, Eddie more nervous than worried, though.

"Oh, did I do that? Out loud?" Peter asked, "Yikes. Sorry, you said house ideas- Which means that you'd- Oh boy, live together and I guess I panicked." He tried to nervously laugh it off, "Wow, I really did not mean to do that. Out loud. For everyone to totally hear."

This guy is a nutjob.

Eddie scratched his neck, looking over at the clock. Has it really been that long already?

Peter continued to laugh as he got out of his chair, "I think I hear my phone ringing."

You looked down at the table, seeing that his phone wasn't doing anything at all.

"It's not, but alright."

"It could be. It might."

You stood up and took care of the empty cups, "Eddie and I have plans tonight, so we'd better get going anyways."

"How exciting." Mj said as she too got up to give Eddie a quick hug, "I do hope to see you two again!"

"Definitely." You smiled, giving her a hug, "We can make dinner plans once I'm done with unpacking my stuff at his place if that's cool-"

Peter let out another yell, again, garnering all the unwanted attention that follows. He began laughing again, "Oops, there I go doing it again. Maybe I should get that checked out."

"Does he normally do this?" Eddie asked quietly.

Mj chuckled, waving you two towards the door, "He's just being himself."

You walked over to Peter and gave him a hug, "See you later, dad."

It bugged him to send you off with that guy, but it's not like there was much he could do about it now. He hugged back, "See ya around, kiddo. Don't be a stranger."

You walked to the door, waiting for Eddie, who was saying his goodbye to Peter. Shaking his hand once more, thanking him for his time, you know, the works. The nagging feeling continued until Peter caught on.

"You alright?" Peter asked, "I didn't ruin anything, did I?"

"Oh, no, no." Eddie replied, "I- Sorry, I just have this weird feeling."

The next words out of Eddie's mouth were said in a lower tone, but were said out of curiousity and not out of malice or even knowing anything.

"Do I know you from somewhere? It feels like we've met before."

#marvel imagine #marvel x reader #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #venom imagine #into the spider verse x reader #into the spiderverse imagine #peter b parker imagine #peter b parker x reader

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The Companion - Prologue

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (I hope my sense of humor will relate to your humor lol), slow burn.

Synopsis: Park Jimin of BTS is going through a lot of emotions after they announced that their tour has been cancelled because of the pandemic. More than a year has passed and he's trying so hard to hold on. One evening after drinking with his brothers, he asks them what he should do to get his mind of the sadness that continuously tries to being him down with everyday that passes, they suggest a lot of things but only one of them sticks out. Get emotional support. They suggested to get a puppy, but Namjoon had a funnier suggestion, he was drunk after all. A human companion. It was supposed to be a simple, funny suggestion that wasn't supposed to be taken seriously but Jimin had other plans. He finds the perfect one but is she willing to step up to the challenge? And most importantly, how will things play out for them with him being ... well, him and her being an ARMY?

Warning(s): Mentions of depression, the pandemic (ugh). Reader thinking it's a scam lol. Unedited.

A/N: Sorry if it's a bit boring it's just the prologue. It's been a while since I wrote a fan fiction and decided to give it a go after nearly five years, preeeetty rusty. Also, sorry if there are any grammar error. I hope it's alright for you guys, lemme know in the replies and comments about what your guys think. Here's the masterlist for this story and the link for my Wattpad in case you feel more comfortable reading there. Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Prologue

*Ding*

They're live! This was how my life has been since the pandemic hit, waking up to a BTS livestream was the highlight of my week. I recently joined the fandom after the pandemic hit and Dynamite lifted and pulled me back from descending back into the depression I felt nearly four years ago. They saved me, just like they've done to countless fan across the globe. They made my days seem less boring and everyday I made it a fun mission of finding more youtube edits, tumblr posts and I've even fallen to the vortex of playing BTS World. Tuesdays are fun. Tuesdays are RUN BTS days. After reading tweets from fellow ARMY's memes and threads, I get out of bed and help my family prepare lunch only to return to bed for a nap before I prepare for work.

Dragging myself to the office desk in my office, I contemplate whether of not I should work. It's been days since I kept losing my voice that I close the door and went with my initial plan. Job hunting. Opening my laptop, I make my way to job hunting sites and spent a good half hour there until I gave up and opened my email and found something more interesting then the search for Atlantis, long lost treasures and the existence of aliens combined. An email from HYBE Corporation with the subject line: Job Offer: Y/N L/N. Thinking it was a spam and a scam email, my cursor hovered on the delete button when curiosity got the best of me and I ended up opening the damn thing with contained, indeed a job offer as well as an attachment. An NDA. Reading through it, my eyebrows almost reached my hairline.

Job Title: Executive Secretary/Personal Assistant

Company: HYBE Corporation

PA? Can't they just find someone who's within the country? I continued on reading the job description as well as the benefits when I reached the end of the email that had a disclaimer.

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE REPLY ASAP WITH SIGNED NDA TO RECEIVE CREDENTIALS FOR YOUR INTERVIEW VIA ZOOM. IF YOUR HAVE RECEIVED THIS EMAIL INCORRECTLY PLEASE INFORM US.

Your day was just getting weirder and weirder. Deciding between replying and deleting the damn thing, I go with my gut feeling and read the NDA, electronically signing it and sending it back. Almost instantly, I get a reply stating that my job interview was in a few hours along with a zoom meeting ID and password. Thinking this scammer has absolutely lost their marbles I settle back and watch a few movies before the interview.

Bad move. I fell asleep and woke up with a puffy face thirty minutes before my interview. Trying to wake myself up, I wash my face and do my make up as to look somewhat presentable. Scammer or not, I was not going to face these people looking like shit with no eyebrows. Logging in to zoom I enter all the necessary information and was instructed to wait. There were three people in the meeting room including myself. One had their webcam open, who I'm guessing was my interviewer and the other was probably a co-worker of hers. I stay alert despite of legit the interview was going, reminding myself that this might be a scam. She was asking the usual questions to be asked in a normal job interview until she asks, "You've read the NDA right Ms YL/N?"

"Yes, and I've signed it." She nods and she informs me when my next interview was, but there was a catch.

"In person?" I ask, trying not to sound like a complaining lunatic.

"Yes, does there seem to be a problem with that?" she asks nonchalantly.

"Um... yes." I muster up the confidence to speak up. "To be quite frank, I'm still doubting that this interview is real since it sounds ridiculous of HYBE to send an email saying they want to interview me for a position like this when in fact you could just put up a poster there and anyone would try out for an interview."

She tilts her head a bit and for the first time, her eyes move to a different part of the screen. She wasn't looking at my face or hers, she was looking at the other person in our meeting room who had their display picture as the logo of the company. There was no name, only a simple dot that made everything more mysterious. She then looks to the side of her table, probably her phone before looking back up at me and saying something that had my eyes popping out of their sockets.

"Ms. YL/N, just a quick reminder that you've fully read the NDA and you're aware that this interview is being recorded." I nod "I'll also have you know that we are currently checking your computer to ensure your following protocol as we are. And breaking any of the clauses mentioned in the NDA will result into serious... trouble "

"Protocol? You mean, y'all are.. hacking me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Not exactly hacking, we're just double checking that you're not recording this." I stare at her. That's basically the same thing.

"Um.. why?" I ask, scared I even did.

"Because your about to meet the co-worker of your employer." I stare at her again, more confused as I before just a few minutes ago. "Come again, now?"

The other person behind the company logo opens their webcam and speaks, and every thought I had of this interview being a scam went out the damn window.

"Good morning." He smiles.

"Good... Lord, you have got to be shitting me." I stare at the man who was in the dark room of his studio, wearing a grey hoodie with his blonde hair not styled. He chuckles.

"Eh.. he's not. Nice to meet you, y/n. I've been listening to your interview. My name is-"

"Kim Namjoon." I mutter and just smiles and nods. "Yep"

"Wait so..." I try to pick up my thoughts as well my soul from the floor which refused to return to my body "This isn't a scam interview?!"

"No, no, no" Namjoon reassures me as my interviewer shakes her head smiling.

"Then what's the point in all of this?" I ask hesitantly.

"Your job description is somewhat easy." Namjoon starts "One of the members requested you to be their companion. Emotional companion. That means you have to by their side to comfort, support and basically, be a friend."

"Alright," I nod slowly " By emotional companion you mean kind of like a therapy dog, but human?"

"I ..." he stutters "I wouldn't compare it to a therapy dog"

"I would." I whispered to myself forgetting for a second that they could hear me, Namjoon keeps his mouth in a firm line making his dimple show.

"Basically that's all you're gonna do. Be some sort of comfort." He continues "Once you get here that is, we can't have you two having a long distance relationship. I'll try to explain more when you arrive. I promise."

"I have to move to South Korea?"

"Yes" my interviewer pitches in "Once you do, your accommodation is taken care of" she starts discussing other things related to my job, that includes my contract, said accommodation, benefits and salary.

"The apartment you're staying is actually his place that he bought earlier this year, supposed to be up for rent but the pandemic happened. You don't have to pay rent, electricity nor water. And you have a monthly food and transportation allowance on top of your salary."

My eyes widen, well shit. "And finally, your visa and airfare, and every other document that needs to be paid will be paid for."

"So, all I have to do is..."

"Pack your bags and get on the first plane here once you're done with everything else there." Meaning once I resign from my current job and tell my parents I need to leave as soon as possible.

Call it desperation, I need a job. Moving to a different country is a big deal, yes, especially if your broke ass can't afford tickets, a roof over your head, food, electricity, airfare and visa but if everything is handled by your employer, well fuck worries. I'll take it.

The interview ends with me agreeing to it, signing it and sending back the contract to them. Leaving my desk, I lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling wondering what the fuck did I just agree to. Let alone in the middle of a pandemic. I abruptly stand up again and make my way to my desk to draft a resignation letter and think of how to explain to my family how I could have possibly sold my soul to an angel... a fallen angel. Waiting for my mom to wake up so I'll have someone to back me up when I start explaining to my father that his twenty-three year old daughter was going to venture off to South Korean in one month in the middle of a pandemic. I hold my head in my hands when my phone vibrates on my desk alerting me of a notification finding an email from Namjoon including a lot of comforting words, a thank you and a promise of seeing me in person soon. I politely reply the same enthusiasm but not before asking him who was I going a therapy dog for, minus 'therapy dog' replaced by 'companion' rolling my eyes to myself as I typed the word. I get a response a few minutes later only short of the name of my hooman. I didn't push it, praying at the same time it better not be him or the other members of BTS or I was seriously gonna lose my shit.

Later in the evening, after much discussion and a lot of crying. My father reluctantly lets me go and accepts my fate to work as a executive secretary, if he only knew. I'm desperate for a job. Desperate that I chose to move to another country.

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The Princess and The Pogue (Pt. 9)

Pairing: JJ x Reader / Topper x Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: swearing, mild smut, angst, fluff

Part Summary: Y/N goes to see JJ after the party and she begins to think everything will work out

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The Pogues are gathered around the bonfire, chatting over a couple of beers and joints. JJ keeps checking his phone every few minutes, wondering why you haven't texted him yet. You agreed for him to pick you up at your house at eleven, but he wants to wait for your text saying you're home. He's considered just going over anyway, assuming you're already there since dinner would've ended at least two hours ago. Before he has the chance to even rise to his feet to go, you and Topper roll up the driveway. None of the Pogues recognize the gray BMW, except Sarah.

“Is that Topper dropping off Y/N?” She frowns in confusion as the car comes to a steady halt at the end of the gravel drive.

Pope presses his fingers to his temples, wide-eyed. “Am I hallucinating?”

“Okay, enough weed for me," Kiara declares, passing the joint to John B.

Topper stops the car and turns to you. “You’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you nod, collecting your bag between your legs.

“Call or text if you need me,” he instructs, still somewhat reluctant to drop you off.

“Will do,” you offer him a reassuring smile.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow," he complies, leaning over the divider and planting a quick peck to your cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” you return, granting him a kiss on the cheek as well. You climb out of Topper's car, walking toward the fire pit where JJ and everyone watch you utterly dumbfounded. “Hi guys,” you greet, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“Topper knows his way around The Cut?” John B pokes fun.

“Did he drop you off to scope out the place?” Kiara grumbles.

“He didn’t want me driving," you explain as you take a seat next to a silent JJ. "We went to Kelce’s for a little after dinner and I’ve been drinking."

“What a gentleman,” Sarah mumbles sarcastically.

“Hi Baby,” JJ greets you with a soft smile, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Hi,” you grin, leaning in and planting a kiss to his lips to which he reciprocates.

“I could’ve picked you up,” he whispers against your lips.

“I know," you state, parting from him for a second. "I just didn’t want to make you do the drive."

“I’m surprised Topper let you out of the car,” Sarah snickers.

“We came to an understanding,” you describe vaguely.

“Oh yeah?" Kiara raises a brow. "What’s that?”

“We’re just friends,” you reply confidently.

“I don’t just kiss my friends goodbye...” John B mumbles under his breath.

“We’re just friends," you reiterate, starring the boy down warningly.

“You bet you are,” JJ agrees, pulling you into his side. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too," you blush, peering over to meet his gaze.

“Movie anyone?” John B suggests suddenly rising to his feet.

“Yes!” Sarah bursts.

“Comedy!” Pope votes.

“Romance!” Kiara challenges.

“Actually," JJ sighs, standing up next to you. "I was going to head to bed, wanna come?” He asks as he glances down at you.

You hum. “Yeah, I’m pretty tired actually."

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You and JJ lay in bed, facing each other as you talk about everything under the sun. You could've watched the movie considering you've been up for hours talking, not once trying to fall asleep. Yet, spending hours laying in bed, talking to JJ, is a much better pass time.

“Fish tacos from The Wreck,” JJ answers without a moment's hesitation.

“Ooo, you know I’ve never been there,” you confess, intrigued.

“Really?!" JJ's eyes grow wide. "We’ll have to go ASAP! Kie’s dad makes the best hush puppies,” he dramatically gestures with his hands.

You giggle, “sounds amazing.”

“Okay, now your turn." JJ's arm drapes over you and rubs his hand up and down your back.

“Hmm," you hum, thinking it over. "My grandma’s chicken and dumplings. She always made it when I was sick and it’s like a warm hug.”

“Yum," he grins. “Dream vacation?”

“Anywhere with a beach,” you answer easily. “I love to travel, but I also love the ocean so can’t be too far from it. You?”

“Surfing trip around the world," he nods, clearly having thought about it before. "I’m talking Australia, Japan, Brazil, all over.”

“Surfing world tour. Very surfer Pogue of you,” you tease playfully.

“Would a Kook Princess like to come?” He offers with a sly smirk as his eyes fall to the small space between you.

“Sure I’ll follow,” you accept with a soft smile.

JJ jokingly nudges you on the shoulder with a slight blush to his cheeks. “Stop," he chuckles. "If anything you pick the places and I follow. Follow you around the world.”

“You would?” You narrow your eyes at him with a smirk.

“What’s that Carol King song?” He tries to recall and whispers some of the words. “Where you lead...”

“I will follow," you add in a sing-songy tone.

“Anywhere!” You both say in unison to each other, causing you two to laugh.

JJ exhales deeply, catching his breath after laughing.“Talking to you is so easy it’s scary," he confesses, taking your hand in his between you two.

“I never felt so understood until I met you,” you tell him.

His brows scrunch together as he watches your hands move around one another. “You don’t think Topper understands you?”

“I do... to an extent,” you shrug, not fully convinced. “He’s known me longer, so he knows why I am the way I am, but he’s not necessarily accepting of all of it.”

“What do you mean?” JJ wonders aloud.

“If I told him that I don’t want to go to every party and rather stay in, he’d wonder why. If I said I don’t like the Club and rather spend a day on some remote island somewhere he wouldn’t relate. I could tell you that I want to move to Guam and you’d be game for it. Some days I don’t want to have any responsibilities or social obligations which confuses Topper. He’s satisfied where he is. He’s satisfied being stationary and though I’m told I have everything, I don’t want any of it." You pause, finding yourself coming to a hard conclusion. You peer up at JJ who's eyes have left your hands and pour into you. "There has to be more right? There has to be something different out there.”

“Life beyond the OBX?" He seek to clarify to which you nod. "Yeah, there’s an entire world outside of here!”

“That’s what I want..." You whisper. "Something entirely my own and somewhere where no one knows me.”

“Maybe we should explore it together,” he smiles gently with content. “I mean, as long as it’s okay for one person to know you.”

“You don’t count," you blush.

JJ releases your hand, bringing his own to caress your cheek. “I want to see the world with you."

You lean into his touch, his warmth making you feel safe, seen, and understood. “I think that can be arranged...”

JJ shakes his head, as though he's come to a profound realization. “You’re everything to me." His words slip by in a whisper as he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, sealing his statement.

You run your fingers through JJ's hair, pulling him in deeper. He smiles against your lips, loving your reaction. He moves to hover over you, encompassing you with his body. You take matters into your own hands and press JJ down to lay down beside you. Swiftly, you move to straddle him. A grunt leaves him and you cower slightly.

"Did I hurt you?!" You nearly panic.

“No, no,” he’s quick to assure you, bringing his hand to your face and brushing your hair back.

You hadn’t noticed when he got into bed, the bruises and cuts scattered across his torso. You remember them from the Boneyard and in the hot tub. You had thought perhaps they were from Topper.

JJ can tell that your mind isn’t satisfied. "What else is troubling you?" He frowns. "Babe, look at me, please."

"If these weren't Topper, what happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it,” he scrunches his face with a shake of the head. “Don't worry, it's taken care of,” he tries to change the subject, reaching up to kiss you.

You gasp. "Did someone do this to you?!" You quickly realize.

"Y/N..."JJ exhales deeply.

"JJ, I have to know!” You argue. “If someone-"

"It was my dad okay!" He confesses.

You heart sinks has the dark reality hits you like a ton of bricks.

"He... he gets mad sometimes..."JJ describes, looking anywhere but you. He begins to fidget with the hem of your shirt. When... When things weren’t good between us... I picked a fight with him. It was stupid. I shouldn't have done it, but I did! I think I wanted it. At least then I could control the pain,” he explains, killing you.

You lean down and plant a gentle, comforting kiss to his lips. When you pull back, JJ stares at you, stunned by the action. You swallow hard as you slide down, keeping eye contact with him as you plant a kiss to his bruised peck. JJ’s heart begins to race as he watches you. You continue on your path to his multicolored rib. JJ’s hand brushes over the top of your head gently. Your fingers curl under the hem of his boxers as you leave a trail of kisses over his cut and bruised stomach.

"Y/N..." He breathes heavily as his eyes fall shut.

"Never again,” you tell him warningly as a demand. “You never go back there. Here, Kie's, Pope's, my place, anywhere else but there. Morning, noon, or night, you need a place, come to me. You hear me?"

JJ nods, too consumed in you to voice anything.

"I see marks like these on you again, I'll kill him and they won't find the body. I've seen enough crime documentaries. I can be like Liam Nison in Taken,” you joke slightly.

"I'm sure you could," JJ smirks, peering down at you.

You lift yourself up to hover just above his face. You cup his cheeks, making him look you in the eyes. "I'm never going to leave you, ever! You never have to suffer alone again. I promise. Your pain is my pain. Whatever you inflict on yourself you also do on me."

"I promise too. You're my world, Y/N,” he tells you and you know he means it. “You're my life now."

Suddenly, there's a ruckus coming from outside in the hall. The sound of the screen door slamming against the frame and shouting.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! I’ll go get her! You stay here!” You hear John B yell.

“Like I’d listen to you!” Another voice barks.

You break from JJ, trying to listen. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” he frowns, peering over at the door. He climbs off of you and slips out of the bed. He grabs a t-shirt from the chair in the corner and pulls it over his head, his boxers still slightly exposed.

“JJ, be careful!” You beg, worried that it could be someone looking for trouble.

"I will, Baby. It's okay," he promises, heading toward the door to check it out.

“Cool off Topper!” Pope shouts before you hear a bang.

“Topper?” You mumble in disbelief, flying off the bed and toward the door.

“Y/N!" JJ grabs your wrist as you open the door. "Baby, wait!”

Before he has the chance to stop you, you stumble into the hallway. JJ rushes out of the bedroom, nearly running into you. Standing at the end of it, in the archway of the living room, Topper turns his attention away from the Pogues. His eyes land on you and a wave of relief consumes him.

“Y/N...” Your name falls from his parted lips faintly.

“Topper...” You stand frozen.

“There is almost an equal Kook to Pogue ratio in this house and I don’t like it,” Pope huffs from behind Topper.

“I need to talk to you," the tall blonde announces urgently.

You speed walk down the hall, despite JJ's efforts to stop you. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just... I... uh...” Topper stutters, nervously avoiding your gaze, and focuses on the small floor space between you.

“Have you been drinking again?" You question, coming to the conclusion he has. He smells of beer and weed, more than he did hours ago. "Did you go back to Kelce’s!”

“I was losing my mind, Y/N!" He bursts, uncharacteristically, causing you to jump and JJ to step forward toward you. "I needed a distraction, but nothing was working!” Topper explains in a rush, all fidgety. “Can we just go somewhere to talk?”

JJ immediately steps in, moving to stand between the two of you. “You’re not going anywhere with her!”

“Oh shove it,” Topper snaps at JJ.

“You forget you’re on my side of the island, Kook!” JJ barks, shoving Topper in the chest.

“Enough!” You scream, pressing a palm to each of their chests. “For Pete’s sake!”

“Back off JJ!” Kiara yells.

“I just need to talk to you,” Topper pants.

You exhale deeply, glancing between JJ and Topper. You know JJ won't approve and won't allow it without a fight, but you agree to speak with Topper. “Okay, let’s go outside.”

JJ laughs, pacing around. “You can’t be serious-”

“Ten minutes!” You shout at him, escorting Topper toward the door.

“She sure told you,” Topper mocks JJ as he backs up to the exit.

“Oh shut up,” you grumble, urging Topper through the doorway leading to the front yard.

You and Topper settle down on the hammock, swinging back and forth on the edge, side by side. The sun has long since set and the lights in the large tree illuminate the yard. Unable to sit still, Topper rises from his spot and paces in front of you.

“What’s going on Topper?” You ask worriedly.

The boy stops, rubbing his hand across the back of his neck nervously. “I’m losing my mind, Y/N!" He finally breaks his silence. "I feel like there are weights strapped to me and I’m being pulled to the bottom of the ocean, struggling for air!” He rushes out in a pant. “I’ve been an arrogant ass and too scared to pay attention, but now I’m just scared and I’m afraid if I don’t tell you this now that I’ll never get a chance like this again!”

You stand, taking his hands in yours. "Just take a deep breath!"

He yanks his hands free of your hold, running his fingers through his hair as he paces away. "I'm about to be the most selfish person on the planet!"

“Topper, just say it! It can't be that bad!" You try to reassure him, the pit in your stomach growing with each passing minute. You can only assume the worst.

“I love you!” Topper bursts out, meeting your gaze pleadingly.

A weight lifts off your shoulder. You thought it was something bad. “That's it? I love you too,” you laugh lightly.

“No!" He stops you. "Not the way you mean it... it’s not the same! I love you!”

Neither of you notice the Pogues hiding in the enclosed patio, watching everything go down.

“I knew it!” Pope announces from his spot by the window.

“Pay up!” Kiara holds out her hand to John B.

JJ's heart sinks when he hears the confession leave Topper. He wants to run for the hills, but he can't help but observe you stand there in shock.

Topper's chest rises and falls rapidly. “I didn’t realize it fully until I dropped you off and saw you with him. I know what I said earlier, that I’m okay with this!" The words fly out of him like a freight train going full speed. “But I’m not! I’ve been in love with you for two years! Before Sarah, during Sarah, after her!”

“Okay ouch...” Sarah mumbles from her spot on the patio.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I met you, I’ve just been too caught up in everything else to notice!" Topper's voice cracks with emotion.

"You tell me this now!" You shout, growing more frustrated with each passing second.

He sighs, "I know, I know, I'm sorry-"

"No! You don't get to apologize!" You snap at him, utterly pissed off and frankly hurt. "You could've had me! You had me, Topper!" You correct as your eyes begin to swell with tears. "You had every opportunity to change the status quo and you didn't! You let me feel like a toy, there to satisfy you when you needed company! Yes, it was fun! Yes, it was great sex! Yes, I fed into the holding and touching, even when you and Sarah were on a break because I thought..." You swallow hard, processing what you're about to say. "Because I thought that eventually, you'd love me!" You break, tears falling down your cheeks. You finally let go of a truth you've been holding in for years now. "If I kept sleeping with you that one day you'd realize that we were more than just friends! Everyone else thought it! But you were caught up on Sarah and then it became not letting Sarah be with John B! I had to break it off after Bermuda because it was killing me! I couldn't take it anymore! I had to begin to move on!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm such an idiot!" Topper rushes up to you, taking your hands in his pleadingly. "Tonight, feeling you again, I saw the rest of our lives and I want it! I don’t give a shit about our friends or golfing or the Club or Sarah because none of it matters if I don’t get to experience it with you!” He begs, “so pick me! Be with me! Love me!”

You whimper, unsure of what to do or say. Everything is happening so fast.

"You slept with him?"

You turn over your shoulder to find JJ standing just a few feet away. His eyes glisten under the lights of the tree. He swallows hard, taking your silence as enough of an answer. He nods his head, pressing his lips together to hold back his emotions.

“You’re exactly as everyone says!” He yells, pointing at you aggressively.

In a second, he's sprinting away down the gravel drive. You step forward, ready to run after him, but Topper grabs your wrist.

"Y/N, don't!" He pleads.

You yank your wrist free, before running him. "JJ!" You call, "JJ wait!"

"Y/N!" Topper shouts, running after you.

"JJ!" You beg for him to stop.

"Y/N, wait!" Topper grunts, sprinting.

"JJ!" You struggle to keep up with the boy. Soon, he disappears into the dark woods across the street and you have no choice but to halt, losing all hope.

You fall to your knees on the gravel. The sound of Topper's feet hitting the gravel quickly approaching. You slam your fists to the ground with a scream, hitting your boiling point. How much is a girl expected to take?

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