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#like no joke i fr just do the lean back slightly and have this totally flabbergasted look on my face sometimes
lipglossanon · 11 months
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I'm really glad you don't mind me sending you my thoughts, literally I have no one to share these with so thx sm :')
for the spicy thoughts tho, this may sound weird to u so if u don't like this idea, u don't have to read them no worries<333
I was thinking of the reader wearing animal ears... ITS A GUILTY PLEASURE OF MINE IK ITS WEIRD. but like just imagine for a second with me, her trying out stuff like cat ears or bunny ears or puppy ears or whatever animals you want really. her friends gave them to her to try it on since they think that she hasn't really tried anything crazy or kinky or whatever (only if they knew-) she got curious so she decided to try them on in her room in front of her mirror, with that her friends even gave her some cute and skimpy lingerie too ;) usually she doesn't wear things like these, but she wants to feel pretty so she puts them on together with the bunny ears and tail she has, i choose bunny cuz it's like her for me fr. she gets so lost into it and just keeps turning her body in different angles, admiring the set, that she doesn't even notice Leon standing at her door, his muscular figure leaning against the door frame, big and bulky arms crossed, a smug grin on his face, and darkened eyes with his pupils dilating. Bro. BROOOOO HEAR ME OUT PLS
he just stands there and doesn't make his presence known until she turns around to change back, finish admiring the set, and gasps at seeing him. it can be either stepdad or stepbro leon, both are so hot. her face gets hot quickly as she scrambles to cover her almost-naked body, feeling too embarrassed that she got caught red handed. Leon's grin widens and he can feel his cock twitching and hardening even more in his sweats at her bashfulness, he always loveeee her timidness since he thinks it's so cute and precious that he wants to ruin and break her even more. stepping into her room, he stalks slowly towards her with a predatory gaze, staring her down and pinning her in place. his hands coming up to pet her bunny ears, he teases her with a condescending tone, "look at you…” Gasping when he moves one of his hands down, squeezing her neck slightly, her breasts, down to her side then hip, then his hand suddenly goes behind her and squeezes at her tail. Just exploring her body in general. He pushes her body even closer to his own, breath fanning against her red face,
“Look at how pretty you are for me hm? Cute little bunny. I can see how wet you are in your white skimpy little pantie. All for me? Sweet baby, so fucking sweet…” then he leans down and smashes his lips against her own hungrily, quite literally trying to devour her. After pulling away, his lips parted slightly to pant and smirks evilly down at her. Suddenly he pushes her towards the door to her room, cocking his head at her,
“Run. Now.” She doesn’t know why he’d say that but her body just shivers all over the place from his sudden cold tone. Heart beating out of her chest, she turns around and quickly runs down the stairs. Her heart beats even faster hearing his pounding footsteps, getting closer and closer to her. Imagine what he’ll do to her when he catches her…
AAAAHHHH OMG AJDNFN I LOVE PREDATOR/PREY SM😩🔥 plspls if ur interested in this idea u can even use it ;)
I really don’t mind! It’s fun to talk Leon 🥰 and I also have no one to unleash my thoughts to hence the fics 🤣 🤣
And trust me, not much I find weird in the kink department 😂
Pet play can be so 🥵 yes yes and yes; I’m loving this energy 👏 👏 👏 and it could be one of those things that she’s always been interested but way too nervous to go out on her own so when she gets them as like a joke gift she’s actually (secretly) excited!! 🤩 oof Leon being a total creep and just spying on her while she’s trying them on and just being mesmerized at how much she likes them??? 🤤
The heavy tension as he’s slowly petting over her little bunny ears and body? Teasing the little tail and maybe snapping the band on her lingerie 🤯
Predator/prey is so goooood!!!! Screaming right now!! The possibilities 😩 the chase ending in the hottest sex imaginable oof 🥵 🥵 🥴
But let me spin you this one (cause this has got my brain buzzing 😵‍💫) so she ends up with a leash and collar and just being silly she convinces Leon to put them on. He indulges her cause he’s totally whipped and like she’s just kinda picking on him and trying to stir him up by saying bad puppy or like he goes to kiss her and she pulls the leash where he’s not able to and just
‘Be a good puppy and you’ll get a treat’ 😵‍💫
But the kicker here is just how much it drives Leon a little crazy; she’s not even being mean but being told no and making it seem like she can tell him what to do is just doing it for him 🥵 🥵 ONLY for him to turn it around and completely rail her in the mattress (doggy style what else 🤭) while she’s trying to tug on his leash telling him ‘bad puppy, you’re being so bad right now’ 🤤 🤤 🥴
If you can’t tell this has been sitting heavy on my noggin 🤣 please give me all the thoughts, I’m living for it 😆 god now I’m going to have to write it lmao 🤣 🤣
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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years
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Gene... My baby mama... I need... More alt!dream... Whatever you got fr. I just need more I'm.. I love him (probs not as much as you) but I love him
You're in luck bc I'm running on rip fuel for him. [ALSO I WROTE THIS BEFORE EVERYONE DID THE TECHWEAR STUFF FOR HIM I'M SORRY. I'LL GET IT IN NEXT TIME. I PINKY SWEAR.]
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𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐃. ♘ 𝐚𝐥𝐭!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 (𝟏𝟖+)
pairing: alt!Dreamwastaken x fm!reader
warnings: smut (18+), language, semi-public sex, light mentions of needles, domination
previous part ♘ fanart that i can't stop crying over
recommended listening: Hi Frequency by Vague002
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The bus swayed slightly, your grip on the cool bar tightening to keep you from knocking into Clay as it turned. The dark city outside the windows bustled with sparkling lights, catching your eye every few seconds. As more people filed into the cramped space, Clay grabbed your hand, looping your arms around his waist and smugly grinning as you fought not to blush. He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Will this be your first time in a parlor?” He asked, voice low and raspy as he whispered to you, not wanting to disturb the other members of society who just wanted to get home after a long day of work.
You nodded your head, making him chuckle. You knew it would be a different experience, mainly because it was taking place during the tattoo shops “after hours,” which Clay had only briefly explained the benefits of attending. “What are you getting done again?” You asked, moving so your hands were holding onto his arm instead, fingers brushing against the exposed skin peeking from beneath the cut-up shirt under his dark jacket.
He shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. Why don’t you pick?” He joshed, smirking at the way your eyebrows raised.
“I don’t want to be responsible for a mark on you,” you murmured, making him snort.
He hooked his fingers into the neckline of his shirt, stretching it down enough to reveal the litter of hickeys peppering his skin that you had left the night before. Your eyes widened as you swatted away his hand, looking around carefully in hopes that no one had seen them. He looped an arm around your shoulders, loving the fact that you were so worried about the crowd when all he wanted to do was fluster you.
He pressed his lips to your cheek, the warmth of his body encompassing you. “I love it when you get all blushy,” he teased. “Seriously though, you should pick. I won’t look at it if I don’t like it,” he snarked.
You groaned lightly. “Clay, come on.” He brushed his lips against yours.
“I trust you, sweetheart,” he cooed almost mockingly, his nose moving to press into your hair.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying your best to remember what was already on his body. You thought about the impending reality that whenever he saw the new tattoo, his mind would linger on you, and for some reason, heat traveled to your ears at that thought. “Um… what about a bird?” You asked, voice uneasy as if on eggshells.
His face twisted into a pleased smile. “A bird?” He repeated. You shrugged beneath his arm, making him chuckle. “I like that. George likes doing bird tattoos too, so you might just make his night,” he added, his praise and approval making your stomach fill with confidence. He pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your shoulder. Your mind began to forget what the two of you probably looked like to the other people as his scent invaded your senses. “Will you hold my hand while I’m in the chair?” He joked.
You scoffed. “Are you gonna cry?” You teased, making him chuckle.
“No, I’m just clingy,” he answered without skipping a beat. Your grin was hidden in the soft corduroy of his jacket.
The tattoo parlor was nothing like you had expected. The door was locked behind you after a bouncer let the two of you in, the man leading you two up a staircase and into a dimly lit room. The sound of heavy metal music and the buzz of tattoo guns swirled together, echoing off the dark brick walls. You slipped your hand into Clay’s as he talked to the receptionist, your eyes attempting to focus on one detail instead of letting the atmosphere overwhelm you.
The thick layer of smoke above your heads made you scoff, realizing it was coming from the opposite corner of the shop, a hookah lamp sitting on a coffee table like an outstretched octopus. The people around it seemed to be discussing something rather intense, their haircuts sharp and defining almost as if they stepped out of some kind of alternative fashion magazine. There were three tattoo artists, each with a white lamp focusing on their work as they carried on to the beat of the music.
Clay’s description of the place flashed into your mind, making you realize just how off the cards the parlor actually was. Clay took a toothpick from the receptionist’s desk, taking it between his white teeth before being waved down by a shorter man with dark hair across the floor. You followed closely behind him as Clay greeted the man; you quickly realizing that this was the famous George.
As Clay shrugged out of his jacket, George pulled out a binder, standing beside you as he flipped to a page with scattered drawings of different flight poses of birds. Your eyes drifted away from the page as Clay’s arms came into view. His old t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off was doing wonders for his biceps. Before you knew it, the two of you agreed on a mix of a few designs resembling a crow and Clay was laying on his back with his hand tucked behind his head. The spot he was filling was in the dead center of the flesh of his upper arm; a spot that George had grumbled about being awkward to reach, especially on someone as large as Clay.
You watched closely with curious eyes as George began to tattoo the design on Clay’s arm. Clay’s other hand was wrapped around the back of your elbow as you leaned on the chair at Clay’s side. His finger pads drew circles into your skin as you asked George about how he got into tattooing, making small talk here and there.
You liked George, mainly because he was quiet until he conjured up some kind of relentless backhanded comment. His tattoos revolved around a giant tree stretching from his back and down his arms. You wondered how long he had to sit for it and what the healing process was like. As he worked, his teeth played at his snake bite piercings, his dark eyes focused intently on the work in front of him.
Clay switched his toothpick to the other side of his mouth, his hand tightening around your arm with a small groan as George reached a sensitive spot. “Don’t be such a pussy,” he grumbled, continuing his work. He stopped, cleaning off some of the sprayed ink and filling a new cap with grey. “You have any work, pretty girl?” He asked you, voice low and charming.
You shook your head, earning a small tsk from him. “This is the closest she’s been to a tattoo gun,” Clay prided, making George sarcastically raise his eyes.
“A total virgin, huh?” He joked, winking at you. “Dream’s not corrupting you, is he?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek trying not to blush. “I’m trying,” Clay leered, smirking at you with his smug ego hinting at his lips.
George bit back a laugh. “Don’t get horny in my chair,” he muttered, eyes trained on the lines he was scaring into Clay. “Speaking of, I heard you got busted up by Punz, and by the looks of it… seems right,” he commented, gesturing to Clay’s eye that seemed to have started fading finally.
Clay let out a dry laugh. “His ribs are still healing,” you added, making George smirk with a shake of his head.
“You know what all that’s about right?” George asked you, taking his foot off the pedal to grab more paper towels from his desk. You looked up at Clay whose jaw tense as he chewed on the toothpick. After you shook your head, George continued. “Punz’s sister is stupidly in love with Dream,” he plopped back in his seat, swiveling his chair, and drawing a hand through his locks, revealing the bleached undersection. You had the fleeting mental image of him tying his hair back to reveal it.
He pulled on a new glove. “Madly in love, huh?” You pried, twisting your chair closer to Clay’s shoulder. Clay rolled his eyes at the fact as if he had been bugged about it for years. “You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend, Clay,” you teased, and he looked up at you with a tired expression, making you bite back a giggle.
After George finished, you followed Clay through the door, breathing in the fresh air; or as fresh as it could be in the midst of the city’s industrial square. Clay’s fingers knitted together with yours as he led you down an alleyway, flicking aside the toothpick. You chewed on your lip in anticipation before he pinned you against one of the walls. His devious grin sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.
You swallowed. “Shouldn’t you take it easy? Let your arm heal a bit?” You asked, voice coming out in a soft whisper as his lips pressed against your neck. “Won’t it hurt a bit with your ribs, too?” Your heart hammered in your chest at the fact that someone could turn the corner and catch the two of you.
He chuckled against your skin, slipping his hands beneath your skirt to grip your ass. “I like the pain,” he mused, tongue grazing against your skin as he pulled your hips against his. He kissed you hungrily as if not being able to press his body against yours for that hour was too much for him. His hand dropped to wrap around the back of your knee, moving his own leg to prop your thigh up against his hip as your hands dug into his hair.
The friction from his jeans made you moan into his mouth as his hand moved beneath your shirt, fingers fitting beneath your bra to palm your breast. He mumbled praises against your lips at how good you made him feel and how beautiful you were.
He turned you, your hands planting against the coarse brick as he ground his hips against you. You bit your lip, trying not to be loud enough to draw attention to the two of you, which seemed to be the last thing on Clay’s mind as you heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. You could practically picture his cocky grin, controlling eyes set as his hand gripped onto your hips, shoving your underwear to the side. “You were so much fun to show off tonight,” he chided darkly, lips brushing against your shoulder. “Such a good girl.”
As he pushed into you, one of his hands moved to knot into your hair. He moaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, tugging on your hair as he pulled your hips back against his. A low grunt tumbled from his lips as he set his rhythm, basking in the fact that you were secretly ready for him to ruin you as soon as you stepped into the parlor.
His fingers moved to wrap around your neck, the thought of his tattooed hand tightening around your pristine skin sent shivers through your body and heat flushing your cheeks, the tension in your body tightening. As he pressed you closer against the wall, you thought about the power he had over you; his height and build would make it easy for him to break you if he wanted, yet even as he pounded into you like he wanted you to forget your own name, the restraint he showed was enough to send you over the edge if you let yourself divulge in the thought.
Clay pulled out of you, only to turn you, your shoulders hitting the wall again with a soft thump as he hoisted you up ever so slightly, thrusting up into you as his hand dig into your thigh, the other resting against the brick beside your head. Your arms looped beneath his jacket, raking down his skin as you held onto him.
He groaned as your thighs tightened around him, making his hips stutter as if he were trying not to let himself finish too early. He dug is face into the crook of your neck, burying his teeth in your neck to stifle his grunts of your name. Your head tilted back against the brick, hand moving to tighten around the wrist that was beside your head for some kind of anchor.
His hand wrapped around your waist, driving himself deeper into you, brushing the part of you that needed him the most. You moaned, carding your fingers into his hair as he pressed his lips to yours roughly, wanting to taste your pleasure as it washed over you from his movements.
You tugged on his hair, making his cock throb inside of you, him finishing inside you with a low groan, his hips snapping against yours to stimulate a reaction from you. The feeling of his sloppy pleasure as his movements lost their rhythm sent your hips grinding against his, his teeth marking your shoulders as a reminder of his work on you.
Your toes curled, finally reaching your orgasm as he murmured dirty expressions of him ruining your pretty clothes against the wall. As he pulled out of you, your knees felt weak, threatening to buckle beneath you. You tried not to give off how much he had trashed you, but the warmth snaking down your thighs and your bliss-ridden mind proved otherwise.
Long story short, the bus ride home was rather interesting.
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writingsfromhome · 3 years
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Water under the Bridge (Josslyn II)
A/N: Okay! Here it is!!!! This was fun and made my heart hurt a little but maybe I’m just being emotional. And can you guys believe it’s been over a year since I posted Josslyn?? Where has the time gone?? I don’t think we’re on the sacred timeline anymore........Anyway thank you anon who suggested this storyline, and hope y’all enjoy! <3
Josslyn (Original)
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We’re going to have the best weekends evr, Regan texts me even though she’s just in the other room. Schedules were released for our summer semester and Regan and I had managed to get Fridays off. Summer was going to be so fun, and after two years doing college together we were experts at managing our workload to have fun on the weekends--even if that meant sacrificing a few nights’ sleep.
We’ll make summer our bitch, I text back. I hear a chuckle from her room.
Help me pick out a fit? she texts. I want to tell her Adam would love her in whatever, but I head to her room instead and watch her try on a dozen outfits before settling on the second. I tease her about Adam--they were going steady since first year, but she still got so nervous about him sometimes. Adam’s college was a train ride away so he would come down at least one weekend a month.
As for my own love life, there’d been no one steady. I did the whole hooking up and dating scene in first year but I was romantically burnt out by second. Nowadays, I could go home with someone if I chose to, but I also didn’t mind if I didn’t. My active endeavor to find a boyfriend had stopped when I realized I was trying to fill a gap. Instead, I was learning to be happy on my own.
“Are you sure I can’t convince you?” Regan asks. She was taking the train to Adam’s college and staying with him, there was this big start-of-summer party and she’d been trying to convince me for weeks.
“I don’t feel like being a third wheel,” I tell her honestly.
“You don’t have to!” She goes over her one argument again. “Gaelle’s roommate isn’t even back until next week so she has a spare room! She said you should come. Plus,” she ties her hair up, “it’s the weekend before the semester starts so have some fun.”
I make a noise, and she turns to look at me, totally judging me. It makes me laugh. “That’s why my version of fun is to.binge Netflix and-”
“Y/N!” She groans.
“Fine! I’ll go.”
Two words that would change everything.
***
By the time we get to the campus, Regan and I had come up with a dozen things we could potentially do this summer. I’m high on excitement as we meet up with Gaelle, and the three of us head to Adam’s place.
The sun is almost set by the time we leave, most of the sky is dark but a streak of orange stays stubbornly on the horizon. I pause to take pictures before we’re rushing off.
We approach the frat house--if you could call it that. It was half glass with a very modern structure. The greek symbol on the side of the house was the only indicator it wasn’t a millionaire’s summer-house.
“Since when did frat houses get so modern?” I ask. “This is...nice.”
“Wait ‘til you see inside,” Adam says. And he was right, even the drinks were fancier with their own guy behind the bar...although he was taking the occasional shot and getting progressively drunk.
We settle in an area close to the music and get swept up into the party atmosphere. Some people were beyond drunk already and I enjoyed the slight buzz of the drink in my hand. The views from inside with floor-to-ceiling windows were amazing.
Pretty soon, Adam and Regan break off. We move towards the centre of the party where the typical party shenanigans were happening. We tip back our drinks and pretty soon I’m straddling the line between tipsy and drunk. I find a cute boy with blonde hair and deep brown eyes and makeout with him until he gets too handsy.
“Ugh!” I give him one last shove and look for Gaelle but I’d lost her too. I search for a bathroom but they’re either occupied or have a lineup. This was a huge ass house, one of the bedrooms had to have one.
I open the first door to shouting.
“It’s called locking the door!” I shout drunkenly as I close it. The next room actually is locked, and the next one isn’t but I wish it was. “Eugh.”
I climb up to the topmost level, three doors--one was locked with the sound of people inside and the second is a bathroom. I was grateful people hadn’t made it up this far.
As I wash up, and touch up the mascara that was crusting under my eyes the door shakes as someone bangs on it from the other side.
“Dip! What the fuck are you doing in there? Everyone’s waiting for you!”
My heart pounds at the sudden noise and the deep voice demanding me to open up. The rush of adrenaline sobers me for a moment as I rush to open the door, “Sorry I didn’t realise anyone was...waiting.”
My words slow down and freeze altogether as I realise the fist banging on the door belonged to...him. Harry. He seems just as surprised as me, straightening up before a smile slowly inches across his face, it was almost sweet bordering on predatory. “Y/N!”
“Hi,” I say awkwardly. There was a lot of history and also not at all. I was also, I decide, too drunk for this. Act sober, this is not the night to run into this fucker.
“You-you’re the last person I was expecting to--excuse me it’s... good to see you! You look--you look as beautiful as ever!”
The events from high school that created this tense history between Harry and I was one of the worst things possible to happen to teenage Y/N. The thing is though, that I’d totally bounced back after I had decided he could fuck himself. Although it was awkward seeing him every day until graduation, it made me tougher. I credit it for making me so casual about relationships now...I stopped expecting so much of the boys I saw.
But leaving high school behind, my world expanded with college, I realised how childish it had all been: I’d had a fling with a player, and he’d played the field...It wasn’t that deep. But seeing him now, It made me aware in a way I wasn’t for a long time. Maybe what they said about distance had some merit. Or maybe I was just buzzed.
“Thanks...I wasn’t expecting you either.”
“You don’t uh, you don’t go here do you? I’ve never seen you around.”
“No,” I look out to the small hall but there’s no one there. The room that was previously locked is slightly ajar carrying male voices. “Adam goes here, I’m...with Regan.”
“Ah, Regan.” He smiles. “You’re still two peas in a pod?”
“Obviously,” The stiffness eases at the mention of my best friend. “So...can I get out of here?”
“Yeah sorry,” he moves aside so I can step into the hall. “Um, we’re playing video games in here room if you...you’re probably not interested.”
I clear my throat, Harry was playing video games when there was a party downstairs? I was curious, that maybe he changed.
“Oh,” he laughs and the dimples I adored make an appearance. “I’ve still got it! My frat just hosts too many parties for me to keep track.”
I guess I said that out loud, I bite my tongue but it really has a life of it’s own. “Did you jussay you still got it?” Oh my god, I was teasing him already. What about Harry made me absolute putty.
“Yeah,” he looks almost bashful. “Uhm, go easy I’m a little nervous here Y/N.”
I don’t know what to say to that, I bite my lip so nothing stupid comes out.
“So you’re just here for the night?” He carries on.
“Staying over with a friend,”
“A fr-” he cuts himself off, pressing his lips together. I realize I’m staring and look away.
“I should go-”
“Wait I-wait uh, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in years.”
“Yea,” I play with the rings on my fingers. “M’good, great. College’s a lot better than high school.”
“It’s not even comparable,” Harry says as he leans his shoulder against the wall. He looks perfectly placed there, and a tipsy voice flashes inappropriate thoughts into my head. “So...any...boyfriends?”
“Um,” that was direct. “No. No, I’m trying out being single...”
“Did something happen?” His expression is still casual but he holds himself rigid.
“No? A girl can’t be single?”
“Sure but someone like you...I’m just surprised.”
“Whatever that means,” I roll my eyes and head past him to go down but he blocks my way.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to offend you...” his voice dies out as I cross my arms. “I also didn’t mean to block you in.”
He steps aside and it feels painful to me but I take the small steps towards the staircase. One part of me--I blame the tipsy stupid part, wants to kiss him just to see if there was still something there, see if anything’s changed. The other was listing all the reasons this was an awful idea, to top it off he was a proven player, has broken my trust once before, and went to a school almost 2 hours from mine.
“Y/N,” Harry’s gruff voice says from behind me. My feet turn without permission and he’s right behind me. “M’sorry. Let me start over.”
I glance at his lips, damn. I can’t meet his eye suddenly. Oh god, I was still pretty tipsy. My mind short-circuits and all I can do is turn back to walk away, down the two sets of stairs, past sweaty bodies and loose limbs. In a great coincidence I bump into Gaelle in what looks like a game room.
“Harry goes here?” I ask--shout at her immediately. Her eyes widen, something passes over her face. “Was no one going to tell me he was going to be here?”
“I’m sorry!” She shouts. “I forgot you two had history!”
“I just wish I was prepared,” I say and she doesn’t hear, I just shake my head when she asks me to repeat. I needed another drink, and Regan. Maybe she could remind me why I stopped caring about him.
As I set off to find her, I’m reminded again how stupid this all was. High school was an ancient dream, we were all different people. I was a different person.
But even though what happened in high school was petty and juvenile, I remember how Harry made me feel. How it felt when we were together--even if it was a joke for him back then, I couldn’t forget the feeling of being seen. Of having arms to fall into, even if I knew they weren’t permanent.
“Regan!” I find her sitting on the dining table while Adam spoke with someone else. Her eyes alight and she waves me over. “I saw him! He...he goes here!”
“Who?” Confusion strings her brows together.
“Harry! From...you know Harry! He was upstairs! I--I didn’t know how to act.”
“Shit Harry! I forgot he went here!”
“You knew?” I throw my hands up.
“I didn’t think it was a big deal! He’s a dick but that was high school?”
“No I-” I sigh. “You’re supposed to tell me he’s still a dick! I saw him and it just got...complicated.”
Regan slides off the table and pulls me into a side hug, we can also hear each other better. “You’re a big kid now, do whatever you want Y/N. Tell him off, kiss his face, take revenge, who the fuck cares? We’re taking the train two hours home after this anyway!”
She had a point. But still...he couldn’t have changed much from the boy who hurt me.
“Adam hangs out with him sometimes,” Regan continues. “Apparently he’s not as bad as high school. He’s...mellowed out.”
“Unreal,” I roll my eyes. Adam was just covering for his friend. We hear a cheer go up behind us and Regan bulges her eyes as two guys help Adam up on his hands to do a keg stand.
Regan swears and heads back to him. I walk away, somehow feeling more and less confused after talking to Regan--do I go back up and see what this leftover emotion was, or ignore it as a drunken need for comfort?
But it’s like the decision is made for me when a hand wraps around my arm as I move from the dining area to the kitchen. I already know it’s him before I turn.
“Can we talk?” he asks. I nod and his grip loosens, slipping down into my palm. “Upstairs?” He motions to the staircase and we climb up the two flights. This time he leads me into one of the locked doors and although I’ve never been here, I’d been in some version of this room before. It’s familiar.
I ignore the ache when he lets go of my hand once we’re inside. I set my drink down on his desk and perch on the window ledge, it’s not big enough to sit on but has enough space for a few of his books and a speaker. His room’s pretty near, but then again Harry was never messy.
“So what do you want-” I start just as he says “Let me get this off my chest.”
“Go ahead,” I cross my arms before uncrossing them, and then crossing them again. With the way he ruffles his hair and crosses to the door and back, he seems just as nervous.
“You can leave at any time. I just want to say I was an asshole, I still kind of am sometimes. And I’m sorry for what I did to you. I know it’s like what--2 years late but all that with...Josslyn and all that...I’m sorry.”
Hearing her name makes me want to grind my teeth but I let the feeling pass. I reach for my drink instead to give me something to do. “It’s all water under the bridge.”
“Really?” Harry regards me suspiciously. “Because the way you were talking to me out there...”
“You’re just you,” I shrug. “Harry Styles, player and sweet-talker. I was just guarding myself against that.”
“Because of what happened between us?”
“No...maybe. I don’t know. But honestly, I’m not upset with you. It feels like an eternity ago. I guess it’s just self-preservation.”
“I guess,” he echoes. “So where does that leave us? If you’re all self-preserved?”
I eye him but he cracks a smile, he was teasing me. “It doesn’t have to leave us anywhere,” I snort. “We’re water under the bridge Harry...”
“My parents split,” he says suddenly and I’m reeling with the direction he’s taken. I open my mouth, and close it when nothing comes out. “Sorry, I know that’s random it’s just I never really talked to anyone about how they were rarely home and when they were they were always arguing a-and we spoke about it a lot. About our families so I just...”
“I’m sorry to hear that, do they still live in town?” I ask, wanting to put my hand on his or show him I cared but they stay glued to my drink.
“My mom moved into the city, it’s closer to her job and since I’m not living at home anymore it doesn’t really matter...”
“You still go home?” I ask.
“I don’t even know where home is?” He looks at me then, and the look in his eyes chips at the wall I’d been trying to build all night. Things had changed, for him.
“Are you--do you have someone to talk to?”
His laugh is dry, “They split last summer, convinced me to talk to some therapist. I don’t know if it really helped I think I’m actually better off. They’re better off and I just feel...free.”
I don’t know what to say to that so I stay quiet. He looks back up at me then, cracks his knuckles, before perching on his bed. “I’m just--sorry I’m not telling you that so you can feel sorry for me-”
“I don’t I just-”
“No it’s okay I just want to tell you that because you knew about that stuff. But I’m trying to tell you I’m not the same guy. Not completely, I’m just trying to tell you things changed and so have I.”
It echoes the same sentiment I had earlier in his conversation, and I remember Regan said he’s mellowed out. Maybe it was true. It still didn’t mean I was going to get together with him anytime soon but my heart hurts for him. I walk up to where he sits, he watches me with a steady gaze.
In the quiet, I hear the party going on outside the window, three floors below us. If I listen really carefully, I can hear sounds coming from the video game being played next door. In the stillness, I reach for Harry’s hand and he obliges, grasping mine.
“I wish I could...help you with the hurt. Not knowing where to call home is pretty shitty.”
“Don’t worry about me Y/N,” he pastes on his classic smile and I return one for his sake. It was getting heavy in here. “I’m just happy I got to talk to you. And I just found out you don’t hate me so...” he holds our intertwined hands and shakes it. “woo hoo!” I laugh as we let go.
“I guess I should go back to the party.”
“Yeah, okay. I won’t keep you.”
“Okay,” I’m a little stung he doesn’t suggest I stay a little longer. Maybe it was all in my head, maybe his intentions really were to make amends and that’s it. I pick my drink up from his windowsill and move to the door. I glance back before I go, he’s laying on his bed deep in thought, gazing up at the ceiling. I close the door behind me.
***
I wake the next morning, surprisingly well. I can’t say the same for Gaelle who’d passed me her keys at some point and told me she’d be home late. I spent the rest of the party trailing Regan until I decided I should just go crash. Harry hadn’t come out to find me, and I tried to hide the sour feeling, excusing myself early.
“Fuck me,” Gaelle croaks from her bed when I step into her open doorway.
“How about coffee, and pancakes?” I ask, returning the favor of being able to sleep here.
“I’ll take it,” she flops back into bed. I busy myself with measuring coffee and water, my thoughts occupied with everything Harry and I had been through since we last saw each other. I demonized him for so long, humanizing him is harder to swallow.
What he’d done to me was shitty, there was no denying. But had he really changed? And most importantly, why did I care so much? It’s not like he was the one.
My phone rings: Regan. She’s talking so fast I hardly hear her, only really understand that it was a party ritual to gather in the student centre the morning after a big party. Endless coffee and free food seemed to be the general consensus for a party cure.
“I don’t know if I can make it there,” Gaelle says when I tell her. “I was hoping for pancakes at home.”
“I already put the coffee on but I’m hauling your ass there if you’re not up in 5. Our train leaves after noon anyway and it’s closer to the college.”
Slowly but surely Gaelle emerges and we make our way, spotting Regan easily as the bright spot in a sea of college students in PJs and last night’s clothing. She’s the only one fully dressed, with a full face of makeup on.
“I didn’t drink that much,” she shrugs when we settle around her and Adam’s friends. “Unlike some people.” She looks pointedly at Adam who’s slumped where he sits. I remember the kegger and laugh.
Life soon flows back into the group around us as does the coffee and breakfast foods. I’m relaxed in the environment until I look down the tables to where Harry stands, looking back at me. He raises a hand and I do the same until an extremely tall angel--she was literally wearing a halo, probably from last night-walks up to him and wraps her hands around his waist. She says something to him and he tears his gaze away.
I look down at my cup immediately, my cheeks burning with humiliation. I’d been thinking about him all this time, thinking about how it might feel if I kissed him and of course he had a girlfriend. She never came up, but he never said he didn’t either. He didn’t make any moves on me yesterday, if I looked at it he only made an attempt to talk. Sure he was flirty but that was just Harry and I...I was a fool. I was such a fool. Things may have changed for him but he hadn’t. He was still the same Harry who chose Josslyn over me. He would always have a girlfriend, I was just the girl from his past who he could trust. I couldn’t say the same about him.
“What’s wrong,” my best friend nudges me. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I don’t know,” I look into her concerned eyes. “I’m just going to--I’ll be right back.”
I head out and find the closest washroom. The tears are instant and I let myself cry--out of frustration, humiliation, or some twisted sense of betrayal...it was all the same for me. I check the time, I just had to hold myself together and avoid Harry for another 2 hours before we were back on the train home. I would tell Regan everything then.
*** Three weeks later ***
“If Adam’s over later...” Regan trails off. She’s sprawled on my bed while I sit in my desk chair trying to read one more chapter before I close the books for the week.
“I have my earplugs ready and a second place to stay,” I roll my eyes. “I already told Kiara I might crash on her couch.”
“I owe you,” she jumps back up.
“You owe me like, 7 and a half.”
“7 and a half?”
I’m about to answer but a knock on our door has her racing out. I try to ignore the voices, I just had two more pages I had to get through--the joy of summer classes.
“Y/N?: Regan’s voice is a whisper. “We’re going now but...you have a guest. If you want me to kick his ass I totally can though.”
Standing behind her is Harry. I focus on him, yes it really was him. Why was he here?
“Harry?” I sound confused because I am. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and he’d traveled 2 hours just to get here.
“He wouldn’t leave me alone,” Adam says louder as they leave the room. “I’m sorry Y/N...”
“What is this?” I ask. My feelings are at war with each other, I was still feeling slighted by the last time we saw each other but seeing his face was also an exciting surprise.
“I wanted to see you,” Harry says nervously. He still stays at my bedroom door.
“You can come in...” I stand up and realize I was wearing an oversize t-shirt and the scruffiest PJ shorts I owned. “Phones have cameras now, you didn’t have to come all this way.”
He shrugs, taking one step in. “I liked seeing you in person last time. But I feel like we left it wrong.”
He knows I saw him, what conclusions I must have come to. It wouldn’t be that hard. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. We talked it out.”
He comes to life, “Don’t play dumb Y/N I know you saw me with...I know what you thought and-”
“Did you really come all this way to explain that you had a girlfriend? Like, three weeks later?”
“No that’s the thing-”
“Because that’s kind of dumb. And unnecessary-”
“No listen!” He says a bit louder so I do. “The thing is she wasn’t my girlfriend...we’d hung out a few times but she saw me at the caf and got clingy. We’re not an item honestly, I can’t remember the last time I had a girlfriend-.”
“So why are you here?” My voice is higher than usual. I was confused, and upset, and I wanted him to leave. This was starting to sound like Josslyn part 2.
“You know why I’m here. Y/N I’ve been nothing but a dick to you and I know I don’t deserve you but I really like you. I want to clear the air, and ask you if you can see something here I...”
He trails off when he notices the tears trailing down my cheek. It’s just too much for me, as I finally face the emotions from that weekend. I’d shoved them aside after Regan had gotten onto the train worried her and Adam were headed towards a breakup. I’d put aside what happened and never thought about it. But my heart broke a little that morning. 
I knew what I knew: maybe Harry and I weren’t good for each other but we were good with each other. In an attempt not to get hurt I’ve been distancing myself from romantic connections--I found more of myself in doing this, but a part of me was missing without exploring it.
Harry moved closer until we’re nearly touching. I wipe my tears with my shoulder and we stand still on the hardwood floors of my room. An eternity passes before he reaches out to wipe the tear caught in my lashes. I close my eyes to his touch, scared of how much I wanted it.
“Y/N,” my name is a breath on his lips and it makes my heart stutter. My eyes open in slow motion, seeing him so vulnerable right in front of me, and suddenly things speed up and we’re reaching for each other; two waves crashing until they become one.
***
I don’t know how much time had passed in minutes, Adam and Regan are still out but Harry and I had fallen together and crashed apart so many times that I’m dizzy with it.
“You’re wonderful,” he says as we face each other, our noses just nearly touching. He trails a finger down my cheek. “Just...incredible.”
I feel the flush spread through me, “Great vocab Styles. We’re really using the big words.”
“Words are sort of hard right now,” he grins. “My brain’s all mush.”
I laugh, “Not much different to its usual state!”
“I knew you were going to say that!” he tries to reach for me but I skip off the bed with a laugh. “Come back.”
“I have to pee,” I slip on pants and can’t stop grinning the whole time I’m away. When I come back in, the blissful smile on his face tells me everything I need to know. I climb over him but he stops me in place, a knee on either side of his hips.
“I’m happiest when I’m with you Y/N,” he says, his voice roughened with emotion. “I think I always was. Younger Harry liked to self-sabotage.”
I bend down and my hair slips around us. The way he looks at me makes my insides mush. And even though I have proof of why I shouldn’t trust him, he’s here. In my bed. Miles away from where he would be if he hadn’t traveled all this way to see me. And that means something.
“I’m glad you’ve done some growing,” I say to him quietly.
“I had to,” he says softly. “I couldn’t have you like I do now if I hadn’t.”
“I guess we’ve both grown,” I brush a curl from his forehead.
“I know, old Y/N would have punched me if I showed up unexpectedly.”
“Rightly so,” I grin. He smiles back, brushing my hair behind my ear, back over my shoulder. He props himself on his elbow to kiss the shoulder he’d bared. It’s simple, and sweet, but it’s enough to unravel me all over again. And he knows it.
“When does Regan get home?”
“We might have another half hour,” I grin.
“Let’s not waste it,” he mumbles into my skin.
I agree.
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lizzzweasley · 4 years
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Love Potion (George x Reader)
*This is a re-write of my original ‘’Love Potion’’ story, i wasn’t happy with some of the details, so i’m adding a little bit extra to it, just so it makes sense for the future of this story*
*This story takes place during The Goblet Of Fire, about a month after the attack at the quidditch attack*
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You arrive at the platform. Wheeling your trunk with one hand and carrying your bag of books in the other. You take a breath in, you have gone through and back through the platform at least 10 times before, but you hated the feeling of walking through, it made you dizzy and sick, but only for a moment and then you would walk out the other side ready to board the Hogwarts Express. You also remember Neville telling you about a boy named Harry who had once walked straight into the wall, claiming the platform had sealed up. You were still sceptical about this claim, but still, you didn’t want to walk face first into a wall.
With a deep breath in, you look around to make sure there are no Muggles near by and start to jog, your jog turns into running-skip as you mentally prepare to walk straight into a wall, you squeeze your eyes tight as you feel that rollercoaster-type drop in your stomach. When you open your eyes, you are there, surrounded by crowds of people.
You see families waving their goodbyes, but you are alone, like every year, your grandmother always says goodbye outside Kings-Cross but never crossed the platform. “Bad for the skin all that fast travel” she would say, but you felt that wasn’t the reason she wouldn’t cross with you.
You see people staring to pair off in their respective house’s to get a good cabin before they all got too full. “You don’t want to be stuck in a cabin next to that Longbottom boy, or Loonie Lovegood the whole journey” you heard Penelope say one year, although you were quite fond of Neville and Luna and had spent odd journeys with the two of them and genuinely enjoyed their company, after all that’s when you were told about the “boy who lived” walking straight into a wall.
You see the Weasley family, and his mother licking her thumb and wiping the corner of Ronald Weasleys mouth, he looked embarrassed as Harry shot him a hidden laugh. You didn’t know all of the Weasleys but you knew of Ronald, Ginny, the twins of course, and Percy.
You are scoping over the platform, looking for angelica, looking quite nervous as you’re walking closer to the train, and closer to the Twins.
George taps Fred on the chest with the back of his hand and uses his head to motion in your direction.
“Too pretty for you, mate” Fred says jokingly.
You see Angelica and begin walking towards her, waving both your hands in the air, she puts up her hand and waves back. her dark hair is bouncing as she is practically skipping towards you from the other side of the platform, “sorry, oops, sorry! Sorry, ‘scuse me, sorry, thank you!, sorry” she says as she is weaving in and out of the crowds of people.
You are nearly passing the Weasley-clan now, and George is still unknowingly staring straight at you, you look up and find yourself looking straight into his brown eyes, you give him a shy smile and he cheekily gives you a wink, which made you shyly look away and back to Angelica, I suppose she thinks you were smiling so much because you were so happy to see her, which you were, but you were smiling so much because of that damn wink.
She doesn’t even stop to say hi, she just drops her bags onto the floor, and practically throws herself on to you, and into a hug, which makes you drop your bags 
‘’I’m so glad you’re okay!’’ She shouts pulling herself away to cup your face in her hands.
‘‘Why wouldn’t i be...’‘ you respond, feeling very concerned 
‘‘You...you mean you didn’t hear what happened? at the quidditch world cup?’‘ she questioned 
‘‘i’ve not been told a thing..’‘ you said, very dryly 
‘‘we, we will get on the train and i tell you, i’m shocked your Grandmother didn’t tell you anything’‘ she said 
‘‘yeah...me too’‘ you responded.
 Angelica was a little taller than you, and had a thin frame, her dark eyes always looked smokey and sultry, and her dark complexion was simply gorgeous. Sometimes you felt like a child next to her, with you being shorter than her, shorter than most. But despise the fact you two were almost totally different in every way, you always had each others backs, and she never left you for the more popular girls, even though she fitted in more with those girls than you, she still adored you, and wanted it no other way.
“Let’s go find a cabin, before the good ones get taken” she said jokingly with a wink, trying to lighten the mood
“You’re starting to sound like Penelope” you giggled.
You grabbed hold of your heavy bags and hoist them onto the train.
You wheel your bags down the carriage and straight to the back of the train
“Here will do!” She giggles, knowing damn well this is the cabin you usually sit in, because no one else would take it, it was one near the back, it was the shakiest cabin on the train, but the upside was the sweet trolley came to your cabin first.
You step up on the seats as Angelica passed you your trunks to put in the overhead storage, they were too high for you to do stood on the floor, after lifting both your trunks into the storage, you both placed your book bags on the seats next to you, and both you took a seat next to the window, opposite of each other, legs up on each others seats creating a bridge between your seat and hers.
You look out the window and see the back of the Twins, waving their mother goodbye, they then turned, you saw George’s face, thought of that wink, and smiled.
“He’s so hot” Angelica said, talking about Fred
“Yeah he is” you respond, talking about George
Neither of you took in what the other said, you were both too busy looking at the boys.
they were getting on the train and were probably getting ready to start their mini pop up shop of joke sweets and accessories. The boys always started at the opposite end of the train to the “trolley lady” (as Angelica liked to call her). They would start at the top of the train and work their way down, find themselves a cabin and use their earnings to buy themselves sweets off the trolley.
The train let out its first whistle of two. this first was a signal to any (first year) students that are not yet on the train, to wiggle themselves free of their family’s embrace and sloppy kisses and get on to that train. After a few years you learn to turn up early and get a cabin.
The second whistle indicated that you were (about 30 seconds) from setting off.
“I think we will be getting ready to set off soon!” Angelica said excitedly.
The last of the students hurried on to the train and squeezed into full cabins.
“Do anything fun for autumn break, y/n” Angelica asked, genuinely interested.
“Not really, no, muggle school you know, got to keep up with the Muggle studies as well as the Magic ones, you know my grandma” you said rather straight “what about you?” You asked Angelica.
“Oh my break was good y/n! Until what happened at the quidditch world cup’’ she responded hanging her head slightly.
‘‘What happened?’‘ you asked, feeling stupid for not knowing.
She explained the attack, and how the dark lord may be back. ‘’we’ve not seen or heard anything for about a month so i’m assuming they’re deeming Hogwarts safe to be open i guess’’
The second train whistle blew, it was 11am.
“Best get comfy” you said to Angelica, these train rides seemed to get longer the more years you had been at Hogwarts, it felt like home, and you couldn’t wait to go home.
The “trolley lady” usually started her rounds about half an hour into the journey, she liked to give people time to get settled, but more so, get hungry.
“So, did you get to talk to Fr..” you were cut off
“ANNNNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLEY DEARZZZZZ” you hear a deep voice shout.
“That can’t be her” you said checking your watch “it’s not even half past yet”
“ANNNNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLEY…. DEARZZZZ” you hear the voice say again, you open the cabin door and there is Fred and George Weasley, mimicking the trolley lady, with a brief case full of joke items.
You look at the full brief case and back up at George.
“What would you recommend” you ask him
“WELL FOR YOU, DEARRRR” he said still mimicking the trolley lady “HOW ABOUT A LOOOOOOOVE POTION, FIRST OF THE LINE DEARRRR, COME GIVE IT A WHIFF” still using his trolley lady voice.
“What are you trying to say to me, George Weasley, that I can’t find a date?” you joking scold him
“Looks like she’s doing just fine on her own” Fred leans and whispers to George, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
George shoots a “pack it in” look to his brother over his shoulder.
“Give it a whiff then?” George asks again “rumour has it, you smell your favourite thing”
You move close enough to George and you can smell him, he smells like black currant, citrus, dark chocolate, incense, amber, vanilla. He opens up the love potion and you go to take a smell. “Doesn’t smell like anything, must be a dud” you say
“Well, honestly, we didn’t have anyone to test it on, fancy giving it a whirl?” George asks.
“No can do! That is the most dangerous potion in the world!” You joke.
He closes up the brief case “don’t suppose you’ll let us sit in there with you? The rest of the train is packed”
“YEAH, I mean, no worries” Angelica shouted, but then tried to play cool.
You always knew she had a crush on Fred, she just never said anything to him.
Fred took a seat next to Angelica, and George opposite him next to you.
“Good business this year, boys” you ask
“Not really” Fred says
“Looks like people are either holding onto their money a bit tighter, or our products this year are crap” George said, pretending to joke, but you could tell he was a bit bummed about it.
“I’m sure your products aren’t crap” Angelica said reassuringly
“Let’s have one of those love potions then” she says to Fred.
You shoot a wide eyed look at her, a “don’t you dare use that” kind of look.
Fred quickly opens up the briefcase and hands her the love potion for 5 Galleons.
“So, you boys get up to anything good this break?” you ask, mostly directing your question to George
“Well our brothers came to visit, we went to the quidditch World Cup, unfortunately, but mostly Ginny was pestering us to teach her Quidditch, so that was pretty much it” Fred responded, despite your desperate attempts to get George to speak
“ANNNNNNYTHING OFF THE TROLLY DEARS” the Trolley Lady started
You all giggled, thinking of Fred and George’s mimic of her
“I’ll never be able to hear that the same, thanks to you” you said shooting a look at George, he winked at you again, and you melted.
You got up and opened the door, “yes, us please” you say to the trolley lady
“Same as usual?” you turned and asked Angelica
“Please” she smiled
“Two liquorice wands and a Fairy Fizz for Angelica” you say to the Lady
You turn and see Fred and George turning out their pockets, counting their money together
“We don’t have enough, mate” you heard George say and Fred looked disappointed. This hit you in the chest and you just felt so bad for them.
“Two pumpkin pasties … and two Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, two Chocolate Frogs, one Pixie Pop and another Fairy Fizz, please” you asked
“Of course dear!” The lady said as she bagged your sweets and drinks, you handed her the money, grabbed your bag, closed the door and sat back down next to George.
Fred and George were still looking disappointed with their lack of sweets, you reached into the bag, picked up a box of beans and threw it in the air towards Fred to catch, you handed the other box to George and then did the same with the Chocolate Frogs.
You then reached over the cabin and handed Fred the Fairy Fizz drink “my favourite” Fred said
You handed the Pixie Pop drink to George, “MY favourite” George looked at you.
“How did you know this was my favourite” George asked, laughing.
“Well seeing how you both drink them with your Breakfast, Dinner and Lunch I assumed they would be!” You smiled, looking dead into George’s eyes
“You can tell us apart?” George asked
“Of course I can, George” you said softly, putting your hand on his hand that was on his knee, there was a second of silence between the two of you and you looked into each others eyes. This was the first time George felt like his own person and not just “one of the twins” and he liked that the person who could tell them apart, was you.
You both snapped out of it and pulled your gaze away from eachother and moved your hands away.
He reached into his briefcase and handed you a love potion.
“What’s this for?” You asked tilting your head to the side
“Payment, for the sweets” he smiled.
You reached, grazed your hand over his, and took the love potion, knowing you wouldn’t use it, but the gesture was nice as it was the only “girly” thing these boys made, and put it in your pocket.
You spent the rest of the journey trying the different beans, throwing them in the air and catching them in your mouths. Seeing what cards they got in their Frog box. Angelica and Fred started getting closer, whispering to eachother and laughing at their own jokes together, leaving you and George to talk about Classes and what happened at the Quidditch World Cup.
The train was pulling into the station now “this has been fun, George” you said smiling at him
“It sure has, we should do it again some time … if you want” he said, this is the first time he has looked shy
“Is that a date, Mr Weasley?” You said laughing
He went red and laughed along not knowing what to say to that.
The train came to a complete stop, and you got ready to stand back up on the chair to reach your bag, George stood up, towering over you as you were still sat down, something about seeing him looking down at you lit a heat in your stomach and you felt your cheeks going pink.
He reached up in the overhead cabin and pulled your bag down for you
“Blimey y/n, what do you have in this bag, a hippogriff?” He laughed and placed your bag on the floor for you to take.
Angelica grabbed her bag off the overhead locker.
You both grabbed your bookbags and followed Fred and George off the train.
You went to take the small step off the train and George held out his hand for you to stabilise yourself with, you took it, and he winked.
When you got off the train you asked Fred and George “are you coming to the meal?”
“Afraid not y/n” said Fred
“Gonna try and flog a few of these items to the first years before we eat” said george
“okay, Freddie, well, see you ‘round” Angelica said to fred
“Freddie?” George mouthed to you, rolling his eyes and you both laughed. Fred looked very embarrassed at being called this and the fact that you and his brother noticed made it even worse and so he slightly shook his head.
You started to walk up to the boats and turned around to see George watching you walk away “See you around, Georgie” you shouted over to him, mocking Angelica, George smiled and shot you a wink, and you felt that fire again.
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When you got to the common room you begin to unpack all your things and when you sat on your bed you felt a clink in your pocket, and you remembered the love potion George gave you, you opened it up and took a smell of it, it smelled like black currant, citrus, dark chocolate, incense, amber, vanilla, it smelled of George. And then it hit you, you couldn’t smell the love potion because you were standing right next to him, and they smelled the same. You felt bad for calling his product a “dud”. But smiled at the smell of it. You spent the next few at nights before bed taking a smell of it, you knew you had to tell him.
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readywhorenot · 3 years
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your nsfw work is some of my favourite fr,, just thought i’d let you know
lately i’ve been thinking about iwa asking you to dom him, or at least try to. he’s really just curious because you’re usually so submissive when it comes to him 😍
totally fine if you can’t/don’t want to do this request though!! ❤️
Ris you’re too sweet tysm :,) also i am loving this prompt bc i love the idea of domming men that are usually really tough and strong. I hope you dont mind but i did use some references from your self ships to try to make it a little bit more tailored to your liking but i hope i did so accurately. Also, i know i promised i’d have this done yesterday but i ended up not having as much time as i thought i would have so sorry about that!
Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: a disturbing amount of dialogue, nsfw (minors DNI i beg of you), dom reader, light face slapping, bondage (if you can even call it that lol), vulgar language, timeskip!college/cali iwa (but not college au cause yall live together even though that’s not really manageable in the haikyuu universe/plot but you know what let me live)
“Do you even have shoes to go with that?” A smile creeps up to your eyes, knowing your words are working their way to sneak beneath your boyfriend’s skin. Hajime lets out an inaudible grumble, continuing to tuck his pale yellow shirt into his pants. The man is a bit of a mess, with black slacks, a brown belt, and a bright shirt- there was no way he could properly match an outfit.
You and Hajime usually settled for relaxed date nights, snuggled under mountains of fuzzy blankets and a new movie with horrible acting on screen, leading the two of you to create plenty of inside jokes and remarkable memories in the shared warmth of each other’s arms. So when the beefy brunette suggested monthly, old-fashioned date nights to switch things up a bit, you reluctantly gave it a try.
It has been three snobby waitresses and six overpriced meals since then, therefore it’s no surprise that tonight’s fancy date night was not all that appealing. Here you sit, taking as much time as you can in only a towel to stall tonight’s dinner plans. You swing your legs, looking around the room to pass the time until Hajime gets impatient. In three… two… one…
“Would you just get dressed already?” He takes a peek at the expensive watch draped around his wrist, “Our reservation is at seven and it takes a good thirty minutes to get there.”
You saunter over to his side, playfully smacking his shoulder, “Scooch over then.”
He lightly shuffles to the right, letting you have a full range of the shared closet. Plastic hangers scratch against the wooden railing that they dangle from, followed by hums of disapproval and tiny head shakes from you. You rummage within the shadows of the back of the closet, pulling out dress after dress but ultimately returning them to the rack lined with the rest of your evening wear.
Growing more agitated by your indecisiveness, Hajime tries to speed up the process, “What was wrong with that one? I think it would have been a solid choice for tonight.”
“It’s short. I would have to wear some shorts or a shaper underneath.” You wave your hand passively, “Too much work.”
“I mean, you don’t have to wear anything underneath.” You shoot him a look, and he saves himself, “But, I get what you’re saying. What about that red one in the back?”
“I’m not feeling bright colors tonight,” you object.
He slides the cuffs of his sleeves up the length of his forearm, “It seems like you’re not feeling tonight in general.” His tone is frustrated, but nothing rude. His air quotes around the word “feeling” were a bit unnecessary, though.
You smirk, “Finally got the hint? Listen, I love trying new things with you but I miss the way things used to be. I miss cooking with you and dancing in the kitchen. I miss fighting about whether or not water is wet while folding laundry. I miss picking out stupid outfits for each other in the mall,” you turn to face him, leaning against the closet frame, “I love that you want to spoil me but I miss us.”
His eyes are wide, and he blinks at you for a second until his features soften, “You could have just said so, love. Now that you mention it, I have missed our at-home dates.” He wraps his hand around the back of your arm, gently pulling you forward to kiss you on the top of your head, “Let’s just stay home tonight, yeah? I’ll call the restaurant and cancel the reservation.”
A soft thank you passes quietly from your lips. You make your way to the dresser while Hajime picks his phone from his front pocket and places it to his ear, after taking a second to dial the number. His conversation with the hostess ends almost as soon as it begins. As you sort through folded sweatpants and comfortable tee shirts (half of which you stole from him), arms slink around your waist from behind. Your left shoulder grows heavier from the weight of his head, his chin resting comfortably in the curve of your neck.
He pushes your hand away from the clothing, “So you know,” he gives a cottony smooch to the side of your neck, “how you said,” he pauses to plant another one slightly higher than the last, “you love trying,” and another one, “new things?”
Taking the hint that Hajime has a certain at-home activity in mind, you slide your hand along his sleeved bicep, the muscles as easy to trace as always, “Depends on what you have in mind.”
Still peppering kisses anywhere from your ear to your shoulder he requests, “I was thinking that maybe you could take charge tonight… only if you want. I was just thinking since you’re usually more submissive that-”
Your giggling cuts him off, “Sure, we can try it. Don’t sound so nervous.”
You wriggle in his hold around you, turning to look at him. He’s blushing something fierce, which is uncharacteristic of your boyfriend, but his vulnerability allows you to take the upper hand. You press your index finger into his sternum, both of you moving toward the bed with eyes still locked in on the other. The backs of Hajime’s legs bump into the foot of the bed, the impact forcing him to sit down onto the mattress, nearly falling if not for the sturdiness of his elbows which he’s propped himself up with.
His tongue slides between the seal of his lips watching you slowly untuck the towel from where it’s secured beneath your arm. Eyes the hue of dark sage scan you from top to bottom when the towel drops into a heap on the wooden floor. Your posture falters suddenly, and you close in on yourself from the one-sided exposure. Still, you make your way toward the robust man to undress him. Tonight you take charge, therefore tonight any insecurity is washed down with a devilish smile and any cocky attitude you can muster.
You fiddle with his belt, pulling the leather from the binds of snug loops, and set the accessory to the side. You push his shoulder lightly, and he lets his upper body succumb to the comfort of the plush blankets beneath. Hoisting yourself onto the bed, your leg slides over his abdomen until you can sit on his lap with the support of your knees, which rest at either side of his body.
You play with the buttons of his dress shirt, starting at the collar and slowly, painfully, working your way down. A hand creeps up the side of your thigh, the roughness of his palm inching closer to cup your ass. But before he has the chance to get that far, you give his chiseled cheek a light slap. Immediately, he halts his movements and takes his eyes off of your form to search your face for an explanation of the tingles on his skin.
“No touching,” you command, taking his wrist and plucking the frozen man’s hand from your thigh, “no doing anything without permission.”
His arm falls limp at his side, next to your calves. You continue undressing Hajime, taking your time to admire the slight bit of sweat glistening across his toned chest. You shift backward to get the last few buttons, accidentally grinding against his clothed crotch. You’re met with a desperate grunt from the former ace who bucks his hips up into you from the friction.
“Now, now, use your words if you want something,” you tease him while freeing the fabric from underneath his pants, swiping your fingers across the width of his v-line.
He brings his arm to his face, burying his eyes into his elbows to try to mask the sheepishness scribbled across his face, “Can you hurry up a bit, please?”
Who knew a brute like the Iwaizumi Hajime was so easy to dominate? You for sure thought that he’d put up more of a fight, especially considering that in the bedroom, you usually are the submissive one. Alas, here he is, a reddened mess underneath you, and what a sight it is. You want- no, you need to see more of it.
“Hmm, I’ll think about picking up the pace. But first,” you reach for the belt that had been neglected earlier, but surely not forgotten, “how do you feel about me using this?”
He looks up from beneath his forearm, his eyelashes catching to the damp skin. Bushy eyebrows raise into his forehead, and he slides his wrist to sit on the corner of his mouth. Upon seeing you tangle the belt around the silver buckle twice through wide irises of deep cobalt, he abruptly looks away.
Muffled by the back of his hand, he bashfully agrees, “Fine, but not too tight.”
Satisfied with his response, you do some finishing touches to the makeshift cuffs. Leaning forward to hover over where the brunette lay, he becomes even more flustered from how your exposed breasts linger above his face.
Too entranced by your skin with his gaze running wild along your curves, your voice sounds miles away to him, “Lift your arms for me.”
He does as he’s told, letting you slip the leather around his wrists. He tugs on the restraints a few times, making sure they don’t pinch and that they’re not too viselike around the thin skin. Not being met with any concerns, you focus your attention back on the task at hand. You slide yourself off of him, sinking to your knees between his legs. Antagonizing him, you languidly pull down his zipper, and it takes everything within you to not rush.
Without having to ask, Hajime uses the balls of his feet to lift his hips off of the bed. Seizing this opportunity, and considering he’s been such a good boy, you swiftly pull your boyfriend’s slacks and boxers down all in one motion. Immediately, you reach for his length which looks painfully hard.
Pumping the shaft with a feather-light touch you pester him verbally as well, “Wow! All worked up just from this? Were you ever going to tell me that you like being tied up and teased, Iwa-chan, or was I going to have to figure that out myself?”
“Ew, don’t call me that,” his voice cracks.
Growing bored and more aroused by the minute, you remove your hand from its hold on his throbbing length. You trot to the bedside table, not without a whine from your lover who’s beginning to writhe in his restraints. You pull the drawer open, the drag of the wood almost tuning out Hajime’s sigh of relief. Fishing out a condom and using your hip to push the drawer back in, you return to the foot of the bed.
You tear the packet, inching your way back onto the bed. Knelt beside the man, you can see his muscles bulge from behind the pastel cashmere blend. Rolling the latex over the pink tip of his cock all the way to the base, your lips meet his in a fleet peck. There’s something about the way he glimmers under the artificial light of your shared bedroom, his veins prominent and pupils dilated wider than usual that makes you stare for a second after drawing back from the kiss.
Your right leg skims over his torso once more, letting you suspend over him while your knees become situated. Using his chest as leverage, dilatory in your movements, you lower yourself onto his stiff hard-on with a high-pitched whimper. The muscles around his groin flex, his arms stretching above his head which is rolled back against the sheets when you sink completely down onto him.
You start with grinding on him, letting your hips slide in circles to become comfortable in the foreign position. Hajime strains to lift his head off of the bed, eyes trained on the rotation of your lower half, and his lip caught between his teeth. With an audience now, you gain some speed. Your pelvis begins to gyrate, occasionally rocking back and forth or side to side. He sucks in a breath from the new sensations churning in his loins, almost choking on said air when you bounce on him.
A guttural moan sets his breath free, his eyes falling back in tandem with his head. His eyelids wrinkle, screwed shut in pleasure while you spring off of your knees to ride him. Your inner thighs glue themselves to his sides to keep steady, your nails press further onto his chest but slip with each bump of your body against his lap. The position allowing more control than usual, each drag of his cock masterfully strikes you into oblivion.
Soon, the aching in your knees overwhelms all of the pleasure curdling between your legs. Movements become lazy, the accuracy of him hitting your g-spot declining rapidly from the fatigue. You’re panting, back arched to power through with the last bout of available energy. Suddenly, a groggy voice breaks your concentration.
“Can I move? Want to-” he moans, breaking his sentence, “-help you out.”
“Yes! Hajime, please!”
Barely letting you finish your sentence, the college sophomore relentlessly begins to pound up into you. Almost immediately, you fall forward from the force of his thrusts with vision spotty and noises escaping you that are nothing short of pornographic. You try to rock onto him, but to match his speed is nearly impossible. Pelting your sensitive walls with a couple of strong thrusts, they clamp and lock around him, pushing you both into orgasm while chanting a chorus of obscenities mixed in with each other’s names.
You collapse onto his chest, which bobs with each shaky breath he takes. He leans down to kiss your hair, muttering sweet assurances into the damp strands. Weakly lifting yourself up and off of him, you unbuckle his restraint, throwing it to some unimportant corner of the room. Hajime shakes his wrists out, rotating them while they crinkle and crack. He removes the condom and throws it into the bin beside the bed. Happy to finally be free to touch you, Hajime wraps his burly limbs around yours, letting his arms squeeze your labored body and his legs tangle with your trembling ones.
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violett-writes · 3 years
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Monotone Donations
"Are you and Dream dating?" Your monotone slightly British text to talk reads off the $10 donation from alexiscarter3215.
You laugh, blushing slightly at the question as you continue to build your trusty restaurant on the Dream SMP server. You and Dream have been friends for about a year now. You had built a small friendship with George when he introduced the two of you, claiming you to be the 'woman version of Dream'. And it's just skyrocketed from there. You were introduced to Sapnap, who complained at being the last one introduced in the Dream Team. Then Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Niki, and so many more people. It made your head spin, honestly. You jumped from being a semi-small streamer to having a solid fanbase.
"Thank you for the dono, alexiscarter3215." You smile at your facecam, holding up a little heart. The chat goes wild, whizzing past too fast to read but you're sure they're upset that you didn't answer their question.
You had to think about it for a second. You two sure acted like you were dating. Between the constant guest appearances on each other's streams, the twitter flirting, and the Minecraft beds next to each other on his server, you could see why others would be confused. But you weren't dating. You mean, you two did facetime every night and he did know all your secrets. But you don't even know what he looks like yet and....
Shit. You have a fat crush on Dream. The realization that you finally admitted it to yourself making you pause slightly before your phone buzzes, a notification from Twitter. You spot Dream's username and pause your game. "Let's find out what Dream tweeted folks." You tell your stream, planning on ending it soon anyways so this was the perfect segway to wrapping it up. You're thankful for the distraction as you weren't even sure what you were going to say next.
!TWITTER!
Dream @.Dream
proud to say i haven't lost no simp september 😤👏🏻 but can't say the same for @.nightmare
You read it aloud, blush covering your face and you thank your shitty camera quality for once. Hopefully your small face cam in the corner of the screen was too tiny for your viewers to see the pink tint to your cheeks.
"What do you think I should reply, guys?" You ask your stream, leaning in to see the chat. Most of the suggestions were either to profess your love for him or were to meme him. You chose the later, as you weren't 100% sure if he liked you back.
"Okay, okay, we'll meme him." Your fingers expertly move across the screen before you press tweet. "Go blow it up guys." You set your phone down and make your facecam the only thing viewers can see on the stream.
"That'll be the end of my stream for today! Thank you all for joining and remember, don't you dare lose no simp september to block men!" You wave goodbye to your viewers, raiding Sapnap quickly before leaning back in your chair, sighing loudly. You hear another ding from your phone.
Dream @.Dream
proud to say i haven't lost no simp september 😤👏🏻 but can't say the same for @.nightmare
Night @.nightmare
no ❤️
Dream @.Dream
:(
You giggle at his tweet, liking it as a text from him quickly follows.
dweam
how dare you not simp for me?
night
I should say the same to you Big D
You giggle, stealing Tommy's nickname from him. You watched enough of Tommy to remember all the different names he has used for Dream.
dweam
okay, pls lose my number
night K.
You giggle, biting your nails slightly as you wait for his reply. Instead of a text, you get an incoming facetime from him. You decline his call, choosing to keep the bit going. After a few moments, you get a facetime from Sapnap. You answer it, confused as to why he would be calling you out of the blue.
"Answer Dream." Was all he said before hanging up. You laugh loudly, covering your mouth so as to not wake your housemates before deciding to take the bit to twitter.
!TWITTER!
Night @.nightmare
i hate men. dhmu. only the real ones know.
Dream facetimes you again and you pick up sniffling slightly.
"(Y/N)? Are you okay??? I didn't mean it. I saw your tweet, please... I didn't mean it." He says, concerned as he hides his face from the camera.
You finally break, laughing loudly as you put the camera down so you can hold your stomach, wheezing. "Dream, bud. I was just joking around." You hear him let out a sigh of relief.
"You should come to Florida." He suddenly states, making you choke on the sip of water you were drinking.
"Uh..." You pause for a moment.
"I mean if you're uncomfort-"
"Yes." You cut him off, smiling into the camera brightly. "Yes, I will come to Florida."
The next two weeks were a blur, Dream insisted on paying for your ticket to fly to Florida. And when the boys found out that you were visiting without asking them first, they were super jealous. So jealous, in fact, that they both booked flights that phone call. They were nice enough to give you two days alone with Dream, but only after an awkward amount of silence and a lot of text notifications where you're pretty sure Dream threatened to leave their ass at the airport if they didn't come later. Your knowledge of this only coming from the screenshots George sent you of Dream's threats.
The day of the flight, you were incredibly nervous. You had picked a soft plum colored sweatshirt with simple black leggings and converes. You wanted to dress up a little, but you also knew that you would be uncomfortable the whole flight if you did. Hopefully Dream didn't mind you dressing down for the first in person meeting with him.
night
leaving now for the airport. wish me luck
You send the text and shut your phone off as you enter the uber. A short 30 minute drive later and you're walking through the airport. You smile slightly, airports seem like they exist in a different dimension all together. You don't judge someone having a drink at 9 a.m. at an airport, because well... they're in an airport. You buy a water once you get past security, drinking it nervously as you wait for your flight to be called.
After a 30 minute wait, your flight is finally called. You finally reach your window seat and check your phone.
dweam
i hope u don't die.
night
how kind of u. we're leaving now :))) see u soon!!!!!
You smile and turn off your phone, leaning back and closing your eyes as you drift off.
The kind old lady seated next to you shakes you awake, telling you that you're landing soon. You flush red, not realizing that you slept through the whole flight. You probably looked ridiculous.
Once you land, you quickly pull out your phone and turn it on. You notice that you had 3 unread messages from Dream.
dweam
i'm so kind
but fr i hope u have a safe flight.
text me when u land. i got here a little early... guess i was just too excited
night
we just landed!!!
You blush at the connotation of his text. He was genuinely excited to see you? When everyone was finally able to leave their seats, you grab your overhead luggage and make your way off the plane. You make your way to the baggage claim and watch the bags intently, waiting for your polka dot bag to show itself.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and you turn around, coming face to face with a very tall blonde man.
"Oh- sorry, am in your way?" You mumble, moving over for them to grab their luggage.
"(Y/N)?" He asks you, his voice unsure and hesitant.
Your eyebrows raise in shock and you turn around again, looking at him closely. You cover your mouth in shock, "D-Dream?" You ask for a moment, unsure if this is real.
He nods, laughing and you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. Tears start to come to your eyes as he hugs you back tightly. You pull back so that you could look up at his face, but still keeping your arms wrapped around him. "Dream!" You sniffle, your voice a little scratchy from holding back the tears.
"(Y/N)! Are you crying?" He asks, laughing. He is so much more attractive than you could have ever imagined. You sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you hit his chest lightly.
"Don't make fun of me. This is easily the best thing that has happened in my life." You giggle softly, looking back at the conveyer belt to see your bag. You quickly rush to grab it before it disappears on you.
You turn back to Dream, your bag trailing behind you as you pull it along. Dream grabs your carryon much to your complaints.
"I got it, (Y/N), don't worry." He chuckles, his deep voice making butterflies appear in your stomach. As the two of you walk to his car, chatting excitedly about what the plans are for the week, Dream grabs your free hand, linking your fingers together. Blush creeps up your neck as you pretend nothing is different. Once you reach his car, Dream grabs both of your luggage and puts them in the trunk as you get into the passenger side.
"So, I don't know if you rented a hotel room or something..."He trails off, tapping the steering wheel nervously.
Your eyes widen slightly, you didn't know he wanted you to. "Oh! I, uh, I totally forgot. I can book one right now, though. No biggie." You quickly pull out your phone, panicking a little as you search hotels near me.
Dream pushes your phone away, chuckling. "No, no. (Y/N), you don't have to. I didn't mean it like that. I just wasn't sure if you were comfortable staying at my apartment."
You let out a sigh of relief. "Of course I'm fine with that you dork." You punch his arm softly, "I thought for a second you didn't want me there!" You tease him.
Dream feigns being hurt by your punch before gently grabbing your hand again. "Of course I want you there." He mutters softly.
The words set your stomach aflame as your intestines tie themselves into a knot. He wanted you there.
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shadowhuntertrash · 3 years
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Hi! I really love your fics! Could I get dialogue prompt number 6 for kitty?i want to hurt. Thank you so much! If not thats totally fine! Have a splendid day
Sorry it took so long but I am in an angsty mood so enjoy (not angsty enough for hurt no comfort tho)
 “Just stop it! You’re not okay so stop lying to me!” Kit yelled. Kit and Ty had started this as a normal conversation until Ty made a self-deprecating joke, something he seemed to do a lot since Livvy’s death, and Kit asked him what was wrong. Ty had laughed it off and changed the subject but Kit had had enough of Ty passing it off as nothing and asked again, which lead to them both angry and worked up.
   “I am fine Kit stop acting like you know everything!” Ty yelled back, his grey eyes flashing dangerously. Kit took a step forward but refrained from poking his finger into Ty’s chest knowing that Ty would freak out if anyone touched him right now.
   “You’re not fine, Ty! Anyone can see that you haven’t been fine in months!” He yelled desperately, he was angry but he hadn’t wanted to get into a fight with Ty. They rarely ever fought but when they did it was bad. “Ty I just want to help you and I can’t do that if you keep lying to me!” Kit said, his voice lowering marginally, Ty just glared.
    “I don’t care what you want you can’t help me because there’s nothing wrong.” He said enunciating each word carefully, Kit was practically shaking with anger. “Ty this isn’t how friendship works and it most certainly isn’t how relationships work. You’re supposed to tell me so I can help you.” Ty watched him for a second, his chest rising and falling quickly.
   “Maybe if that’s what a relationship is I don’t want it.” Ty said viciously, Kit couldn’t help taking a step back at the comment as if Ty had pushed him. “Ty you don’t mean that.” Kit said carefully, a lump rising in his throat. He wished he had never said anything, damn his big mouth.
   Ty sent him a look that could have killed him. “Don’t you dare tell me what I mean, Christopher.” Kit flinched again at the name. Ty never called him that, especially since he told Ty it bothered him because Johnny called him that when he was mad and drunk. Ty didn’t even look apologetic.
   “Ty-” He started but Ty held a hand up to stop him. “I’m done, you can’t force me and I am fine you should have left it there. If I had wanted you to know I would have told you. It is none of your business so stop bothering people. Why can’t you understand when people don’t want you around!” Those words pierced right through Kit’s chest, his heart breaking with every syllable. 
    Ty froze, eyes widening as if sensing he had gone too far. “Kit,” Ty started but this time it was Kit who stopped him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as tears gathered in his eyes. “Don’t.” Kit said, his voice breaking embarrassingly from the effort it took to hold back the tears that were trying to escape. 
   “I didn’t mean-” Kit shook his head, tears slowly starting to flow. “Please.” Kit said in a broken voice. Ty closed his eyes and his face twisted up like it did when he was upset. “Kit I really didn’t-” Kit let out a pitiful sob and Ty’s eyes flew open.
  “You were right though!” Kit said, his voice abandoning the quiet tone it had taken previously. “Oh god you’re right it wasn’t my place and I shouldn’t have said it. I’m sorry. I’m really sorry I wasn’t- you weren’t-” Ty walked up to him cautiously, eyes dancing across his face. “Kit you and I both know I didn’t mean it. I was just upset.” Ty said quietly.
   Kit took one look at Ty and saw that Ty was crying too, he felt his face crumble and put his hands up to cover it. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Kit repeated, his entire body was shaking and he felt a little lightheaded.
   “I’m sorry I’ll go. I’m so sorry.” Kit whimpered, turning and wiping his face quickly. Ty grabbed his arm and Kit’s whole body tensed, Ty was looking at him desperately but he let go when he registered Kit’s reaction. His hands played with the sleeves of his oversized sweater. “Don’t go. Kit please don’t leave me.” Kit let out a frantic laugh at the situation.
   Carefully, he reached for Ty’s hands which Ty willingly let him take. Kit stepped closer and let go of one of Ty’s hands so he could wipe the tears falling from his face, Ty leaned into the touch and Kit closed his eyes.
  They stayed silent until Kit wrapped his arms loosely around Ty’s neck, on his tiptoes so he could rest his face in the crook of Ty’s neck. Ty held him back tightly and Kit in response tightened his arms as well. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” Kit asked quietly, feeling bad fr pushing it but needing an answer.
   Ty sighed before nuzzling his face in Kit’s hair. “I didn’t mean to say that, I really didn’t, it was just on my mind and I was thinking it about myself, not you and it just came out.” Kit let his hand drift up and he played with Ty’s hair, encouraging him to keep going. “I just- She was the only one who never judged me for that. She was the only one who was genuinely never bothered by me and my questions and she’s gone and I can’t- I don’t-” 
   Kit shushed him gently and pulled away, his hands coming up to hold Ty’s face. Kit tilted his head up slightly so their foreheads rested against each other. “Ty, first of all, you can’t hold all that in. When you keep it to yourself it festers and get’s so much worse. Secondly, she may have been the only one to never get fed up but I think that’s a twin thing. People will always get annoyed and most of the time it isn’t even your fault okay?” He paused waiting for Ty to acknowledge it. 
   Ty grabbed Kit’s hand and laced their fingers together. “We are all here for you, you don’t annoy us, or bother us, or anything else you think. We love you the way you are and none of us would wish to change you. This is the kind of thing we’re here for, you don’t have to bottle it up because you have people who care.” 
   Kit leaned up slightly and kissed Ty softly before pulling him back into a hug. “That’s what I’m here for Ty. I don’t care if it takes yelling or if you get mad at me, I’ll always be here. I’m not going anywhere.” He felt Ty sob and tightened his hold, dragging him without force over to the bed.
   Ty pulled away long enough to let Kit get on the bed before climbing on and curling up to Kit’s side, his head resting on Kit’s chest. Kit kissed him on the forehead before wiping his eyes again and winding his fingers through Ty’s silky black hair. 
   Ty slung his arm over Kit’s stomach and let out a tired sigh. Kit brushed the hair out of his eyes and dropped a kiss on his hair. “Go to sleep, you look exhausted.” Kit whispered, watching Ty with a fond smile. Ty laughed tiredly and rubbed Kit’s side with his thumb. “Thanks.” He said sarcastically.
   Kit laughed and shook his head. “You know I think you always look good.” Ty turned his head slightly and kissed Kit’s chest before cuddling back and closing his eyes. Kit let out a contented sigh, wondering if the butterflies Ty always brought would ever go away. He hoped not.
   With that Kit allowed his eyes to close peacefully.
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boxofbadaddiction · 4 years
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Not According to Plan
George Weasley x Reader
This story is inspired from a request of my F.R.I.E.N.D.S Themed Prompt List.
Prompts: 4 & 11
"Hi I'm [Y/N or Character] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable."
"Ah, Humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."
Warnings: Swearing
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If you thought about it, had the teachers really cared about students roaming the castle at night, they'd certainly have worked harder to ensure breaking curfew wasn't so easy.
Night was when the castle was most fun, after all.
Running from Filch. Stealing food from the kitchens. Star gazing from the balcony of the North Tower. All far too tantalising to resist.
For [Y/N] in particular.
Exploring the ancient building in the late hours of the night had become somewhat of a habit for her. Sneaking out of her dormitory while her room-mates slept peacefully in their beds she relished in the feeling of freedom which enveloped her every sense in the cool night air.
Her favourite activity by far had to be antagonising Peeves in the Dungeons before stargazing with a hot chocolate held firm between her freezing palms.
Tonight however didn't quite go to plan.
Screwing with the prankster Poltergeist took an unforeseen turn resulting in her currently hauling ass from the doom and gloom of the Dungeons.
Apparently her weekly routine had become far too predictable as Peeves had been waiting for her tonight. Hell bent on revenge he was accompanied by none other than one Severus Snape. Not what she was expecting as she casually rounded the corner, safe to say her feet had never changed direction so fast. Nearly falling over herself as she ran.
"THERE!" Peeves bellowed seeing her sprinting form disappear from the corridor.
The sound of Snape shouting, hot on her heels willed her legs to carry her faster. To pump her arms harder as she bounded up a flight of stairs in a hidden passage which led directly to the third floor.
She fell against a large stone pillar, hand on her side trying to dull the aching cramp that'd formed in her ribs and swallowing thickly to ease the burning of her now dry throat.
Content that she had put enough distance between herself and the fuming Head of Slytherin House, [Y/N] composed herself. Strolling leisurely down the hall with a relieved chuckle coming from her throbbing throat, heading toward the kitchens, she could really use that drink now.
But tonights surprises didn't end there.
Mind too fixed on her narrow escape [Y/N] failed to register the rapidly approaching sound of footsteps barrelling down the adjoining hallway. Next thing she knew she had collided with someone and fell hard to the floor.
"Ah, fuck" a pained voice groaned near her.
[Y/N]s body had never felt as heavy as it did in that moment. Laying face down on the ground her arms moved to lift herself. Shaking her head to clear her blurred vision and dull the ringing in her ears that echoed in her mind from the sudden collision.
[Y/N] squinted toward the source of her injury but could only just make out a figure.
A boy laid sprawled on his back, one knee in the air with an arm slung across his abdomen. Given the difficulty in which he tried to pull himself upright and the way his other hand massaged the back of his head [Y/N] gathered he was in an equal amount of pain.
The flaming red hair was a dead give away, although she already had her suspicions in who the likely culprit was. Only two other people in this school seemed to share her affinity for breaking curfew. The Weasley Twins. Until now however she never had the pleasure of making either pranksters acquaintance. She was, after all, a year below the pair and from another House.
"Are you alright?" The boy asked. He had managed to roll himself onto his side propped up by his elbow he eyed the girl concernedly. She was now resting on her knees, hands supporting her while her body hung heavy like dead weight making her arms quake under the pressure.
"Peachy" her voice sounded as if she'd been winded during the fall, "I've always wondered what the Castle floors taste like. Now I know...they taste like shit."
The redhead laughed at her sarcasm, "Glad I could help clear that up for you then." With a groan he rose to his feet, quickly peering back around the corner from which he came before holding his hand out for the stranger to take. Accepting gladly she used his strength to pull herself from the cold ground.
"Talk about ways to take a girls breath away." She muttered to herself but given the cocked expression on his face the boy had heard. She wasn't sure if he were amused or not.
Taking her hand from his [Y/N] placed both of hers on her lower back and stretched her aching muscles while the joints in her spine cracked in several places. Moaning lightly at the tension it relieved.
"If I were to hazzard a guess, I'd say you were running from Filch."
"That'd be a pretty good guess" he smiled shyly as if unsure how she were about to react.
Lifting her gaze to meet his she found the expression to be one of unease and awkwardness. It looked out of place on the face of one half of the notorious Weasley Twins.
"The rumours are true, Weasley's really do know how to knock a girl off their feet."
His face contorted into a mixture of confusion and amusement. Given the circumstances he'd been awaiting a lecture or to be scolded for his recklessness which ended up rather painful for the both of them. Humour was not something he expected to come from her. An impressed grin snuck it's way onto his lips, the Twins always admired a person who could make light of a tense situation.
The silence and look on his face spoke differently to [Y/N], she felt she must have said the wrong thing. The whole encounter was far too awkward for her liking. Bouncing on the balls of her feet she let out a long breath through mostly closed lips as she gently punched her palm contemplating her next words. She had to think of something...anything to say that could recover.
"Hi, I'm [Y/N] I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable." She reached her hand out to shake his. To her great relief he laughed while taking it. "George" he answered simply.
"What's a girl like you doing out at a time like this?" Raising his brow with a cheeky grin he placed his hands in his pockets.
"Same as you it'd appear."
"Running from Filch?"
"Snape actually." George's eyes went wide at the words.
"You dare tempt to best the Devil?" Silent laughter radiated through his body as he smiled in shock.
"Well to be totally honest, he wasn't in my plans. But Peeves got the better of me."
"Peeves?"
"Annoying him has become somewhat of a hobby of mine", [Y/N] shrugged, "guess he finally had enough. He had Snape waiting for me."
"The little snitch." The two laughed.
For two people who had just met, in a rather abrupt and unpleasant manner, they were surprised at how easily conversation flowed between them.
Leaning casually against the corridor wall they spoke a little back and forth while George relayed his evenings events and how he suddenly found himself unaccompanied by his brother. It wouldn't have stopped there, had it not been for the arrival of Mrs Norris and the sound of Filchs voice carrying down the hall putting a stopper in their laughter.
Staring wide eyes from the cat back to one another they took off in a sprint. George made to turn down the passage [Y/N] ascended previously before she grabbed his hand "Not there. That's where I ditched Snape he'll be down there for sure!"
Thinking quickly George took the lead, hand still clasped firmly in hers. Dragging [Y/N] close behind him they ran through the courtyard to the Trophy room.
Hiding beside an old cabinet [Y/N] and George fought hard to recapture their breaths dropping each others hand, [Y/N]s clutched her chest as George steadied himself against the wall.
"That's...the second time" [Y/N] strained to speak through burning breaths, "second time you've left me breathless tonight." She chuckled swallowing hard afterwards. "That's so corny" George coughed feeling like his lungs were full of sand.
When their ability to speak without pain finally returned the two soon found they had a lot in common. George was in awe of how [Y/N] could make light of any situation. She seemed to ooze positively and, much like he and his brother, always tried to make people laugh because, in her words, "What's life without laughter? Fucking boring." He could feel himself falling as he hung from her every word. Every giggle. Every smile. He couldn't take his eyes off her, till a blinding light from over her shoulder appeared pulling his attention. A teacher. He couldn't stand to see her end up in detention so, panicking, he did the only thing he could think of. Cutting [Y/N] off mid sentence he shoved her into the hidden compartment he knew lay behind the cabinet. He and Fred had used it many times before, though it wasn't exactly spacious it served it's purpose as a temporary refuge from angry teachers or prefects.
Eliciting a sudden squeal from [Y/N] as she had remained blissfully unaware of the approaching punishment he closed the cabinet behind her, leaning against it in a casual way just as the teacher turned into the hall.
"WEASLEY!" They yelled. Snape. Of course it'd be Snape he thought.
"PROFESSOR!" he mockingly yelled back with an innocent smile he straightened himself off the cabinet.
"Mind explaining as to why you are roaming the castle well past curfew?"
"Just fancied paying the trophies a visit sir." The familiar creak of wood sounded through the space as [Y/N] had obviously pressed against the other size of the cupboard, turning both men's attention. Georges eyes were wide as Snapes brows furrowed in confusion.
"Haven't seen them in so long you see. Thought they must have been missing me." He shouted slightly leaning all his weight back against the wood to stop it moving and to draw Snapes attention back to him.
"Mhmm. Where's your brother?" The Slytherin asked with a stern expression.
"Bed I imagine." a light tapping noise began to sound coming from the direction of the cabinet once again. George shifted his position so as to strum his fingertips against the old wood to compensate.
"A likely story."
"Sir, it is quite late you realise?"
"I'm aware." Snape was growing tired of the redheads cheek "50 points will be taken from Gryffindor and, seeing as you're so taken by them, detention this weekend shall be served polishing every last trophy in this room. Should give you plenty of time to be...reacquainted." the greasy haired man smirked triumphantly.
"You're too kind, sir" George forced a smile.
"Return to your house immediately and, should you run into him, before I do, drag your dimwitted other half with you." With a nod and two finger saltue George glared at his potions teacher, watching him stride away dramatically.
He was still glaring when he heard a loud knock come from the hiding place.
"Oh right" he fumbled upright opening the way slowly. He peered in to see [Y/N] leant back against the wall with arms folded and a much more playful glare than the one George was sporting moments ago. "Ah, come to let me out have you?" She jested.
"I'm sorry, Severus came waltzing by and-"
"Oh, I know."
"You know?"
"He always patrols the trophy room at 12pm Thursday nights."
"Well why the bloody hell didn't you tell me!?"
"Same reason I kept tapping on the back of the cabinet...I wanted to make things difficult for you." The girl grinned wickedly.
Georges mouth fell open. "To think, I was trying to save you from detention." He laughed.
"Yes I did hear that part actually. Be sure to put your elbows into it, some of these old cups are quite tarnished." She ran her finger over the glass of the neighbour display as she walked out past him.
"Ah, humour based on my pain. Aha-ha-ha."
[Y/N]s head dropped as she laughed at his sarcasm before turning to him while he leant back against the cabinet to close it's hiding place. Looking down at her [Y/N] blushed under the weight of his stare, biting her lip to restrain the giddy smile trying to break through.
"Want to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend?"
The question took her by surprise. The butterflies in her stomach making her uncomfortable.
"Ah, You have detention." She reminded him.
"So?"
"How do you plan on getting out of the Castle?"
"I have my ways." He shrugged with a smug look on his face.
[Y/N]s tongues traced her lips before pulling her bottom one through her teeth, the experience was calling to her like breaking curfew. She did love to break the rules.
"Okay."
"Okay?" He seemed astonished by her answer, and brought himself off the cabinet.
"Yeah, okay. I'd love too." [Y/N] was smiling brightly now at the prospect of spending more time with George.
"Great! Meet me here at 10 on Saturday?"
She nodded the only reply she seemed capable of giving as the butterflies in her stomach took over her whole body.
"Great. Well I better go find my 'dimwitted other half' let him know that Snapes after us." He joked "I'll see you then." He placed a quick kiss to her cheek.
Her hand came to the place where his lips had met her skin as the familiar warmth of a blush spread over her face. She turned to watch him leave, he must have expected her to as he looked over his shoulder shooting her a wink before leaving around the corner.
Tonight was surprising to say the least. And not a thing had gone to plan. But [Y/N] wouldn't have changed a second of it for the world.
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fanficflaneuse · 4 years
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Sleepless
A/N: Hello, magical tumblr beings. First of all, I can't to thank you enough for all your love and support on my very first imagine ever (you can check it out here). I wrote yet another fluffy, sickly-sweet, absolutely self indulgent imagine. I hope you like this one as well! 
Details: 
Draco Malfoy x reader (she/her pronouns). 
Words: 1689 
Summary: the reader has insomnia and decides to roam the castle in the middle of the night. Fluff ensues. 
Disclaimers: so Draco’s characterization here was a bit of a problem. It still bothers me a bit. This is fluffy and a bit pointless. Mentions of Dolores Umbridge. 
(Y/N) got tired of tossing and turning in bed. The soft snoring of her roommates only made things worse. She peaked through the curtains of her four-poster bed and saw Hermione sleeping. Her best friend had fallen in the arms of Morpheus a while ago.  And there she was, unable to close her eyes as the night seemed to stretch infinitely.
(Y/N) couldn’t remember a time in her life when she hadn’t suffered from insomnia. Usually, the sleeping draught helped her, but these days the stress around her was so overpowering she hadn’t even ventured into Madam Pomfrey’s realm for a small dose.
This year things were agitated to say the least. Pained by the tragedy at the Triwizard Tournament, Harry insisted that Voldemort was back. People were harsh. They mocked him, spread rumours about how he had lost his mind, accused him of lying. Some even claimed that he had murdered Cedric Diggory. She was one of Harry’s closest friends and she had her own reasons to believe him, which meant she was also a member of Dumbledore’s Army.
If the strain of running an underground society wasn’t enough, the fact that Dolores Umbridge had taken over the school gave plenty of reasons to drive anyone mad. The sickly-sweet pink lady was one of the most hateful people (Y/N) had ever met. She seemed to have taken a bow to make students’ lives miserable. She was dead set against Harry and the three people she, rather contemptuously, referred to as his “dream team”, which, of course, included her, along with Hermione and Ron.
The icing on the cake? (Y/N) had a crush. An annoying, deeply confusing crush on the one boy she definitely shouldn’t be ogling at. She blamed Snape for this. Hadn’t he decided that (Y/N) and Hermione had to be separated in his class, she wouldn’t have to seat next to the most hands...stupid and obnoxious Slytherin in the whole school. She wouldn’t have to talk to him every day, notice the little gestures that made him seem so vulnerable, so human. How his big grey eyes could hold so much emotion. How he had expressive eyebrows. How the corners of his lips curled just slightly in an awkward attempt to the friendly to her. How he’d fumble with his family ring and pout when he was confused. How he had this one single curl that wouldn’t be tamed regardless of how he combed his blond hair. How he would always treat her with kindness, albeit with a bit of playful cockiness, even when he was horrible to her friends.
Yes, it was totally Snape’s fault. Now, she not only had to deal with the butterflies and the blushing, the typical embarrassment of such situations, but also the guilt of liking a guy who’d call her best friends horrible slurs and created elaborate campaigns to discredit and embarrass them. What was wrong with her? She felt like a traitor.
If Ron thought Cho Chang could explode from an emotional overload, (Y/N) felt she could combust then and there.
Tired of being in bed, she pushed her covers and stood up. She slid into her linen night robe and slippers and left the room, swiftly and silently as a cat. It was not the first time (Y/N) roamed through the castle late at night. Walking helped to ease her mind and she found that the castle seemed more beautiful and enthralling the darker and lonelier it was.
(Y/N) was so distracted she didn’t realize she had unconsciously walked all the way to the astronomy tower. She decided to climb up, something she had never done in all of her nightly rounds. Once she walked through the door, (Y/N)’s gaze met those stormy grey eyes that gave her both butterflies and heartache at the same time. She gulped and took a few steps back. If she could’ve guessed, she probably looked terrified at the moment; he was, after all, part of Umbridge’s inquisitors.
“(Y/N) wait,” he said softly.
“Will you report me with Umbridge?” she asked, panicky.
“What? No. I just… what are you doing here?”
“I can’t sleep,” she shrugged.
She turned around to leave when she heard him whisper a “me neither” that sounded a bit desperate. She pictured his lips curled down ever just slightly and, finding the image adorable, decided to turn around. (Y/N) found him fiddling with his ring, which made her smile. He looked so shy and a cute that she couldn’t believe it was the same guy who could make her knees buckle with one of his infamous cocky smirks. She walked towards him while crossing her arms, suddenly self-conscious of her choice of outfit.
“Why so shy?” he asked, trying to go back to his cocky, confident persona, complete with checking her out. He thought he had nailed it until she raised an eyebrow in response, which made him cringe at his choice of words.
Draco Malfoy was used to having his walls so frighteningly high it was conflicting for him to interact with someone he actually wanted to let in. With her, her smart questions, her kind smile, the way he treated him as an equal and how she seemed to be interested in what he actually had to say, he felt the façade crumbling to bits. With his walls down, though, his “suave” persona turned a bit to dust. Around her, he felt dorky. Draco Malfoy dorky? Merlin, if his father knew this.
“Why can’t you sleep?” she asked absentmindedly, completely disregarding his last question. He noticed how her gaze shifted to the sky, her face full of wonder. He looked back at the stars as well and spotted Orion immediately.
“I have a lot in my mind,” he answered, “what about you?”
“Me too,” she answered.
“That’s Taurus, right?” she asked, pointing at the wrong constellation.
Draco smiled. Whenever they finished their work with a few minutes to spare, they would seat down and talk about their interests. Astronomy and Greek mythology were amongst the many topics they covered. He shared his knowledge on the first and learned about the later.  
The conversation then changed topics and they found themselves sitting on the floor, backs against the railing, sharing laughs and jokes and experiences. It was the first time they had the chance to have a full-on conversation, to ramble, laugh and be unapologetically friendly. Usually, their conversations ended after the bell rang. Tonight, they could talk for as long as they wanted to. Make each other blush as many times as they wanted to. Seat as incredibly close to each other as they wanted to. No one was waiting for the outside of the classroom, nobody would judge or mock them for being friendly with the other. Suddenly, (Y/N) was not mad that the night seemed to stretch infinitively.
“So, you believe Potter,” Draco pointed out.  
There was a bit of fake annoyance in his voice.  The conversation taken a more serious tone when she mentioned something about his inquisitorial squad.
“He is my best friend,” (Y/N) answered, shrugging once again.
“Pansy is my best friend and I don’t believe half of the things she says,” Draco stated, trying to light up the mood once again. He mentally patted his back when (Y/N) laughed.
“If there is one person that truly knows Harry is not lying it’s you, Draco”.
She said this without a trace of malice in her voice. She was merely stating a fact. Draco could’ve pretended he was offended, he could’ve scoffed and stormed off, how dare she imply he and his family had something to do with the Dark L Volde You Know Who? He could use that to stand up, close that door and never see her again, not have to deal with the terrible crush he had on her. But here’s the thing, he didn’t want to do any of that. He wanted to keep talking to her now and every single day. He wanted to see if she felt that same tickling in his stomach whenever he was around. And he wanted to kiss her. So so badly.
Besides, everybody knew his parents had connections to the Dark Lord. And his father…his father had been acting rather strangely when he got back home from his fourth year. He had talked nonsense all summer. It hadn’t taken him too long to connect the dots. He knew Voldemort was back. There was no doubt about it. But until he decided to reveal himself, he had to play his part. And thus, the whole Potter stinks campaign had started.
“(Y/N/N)…” he looked down, sad and ashamed.
She put her hand on his arm and their eyes met again. Draco was transfixed. (Y/N)’s heart was pounding hard on her chest. She leaned in slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of his reaction. Their noses were almost touching. She put one of her hands gently on Draco’s cheek and he leaned into her touch. The both closed their eyes as their lips finally touched. The kiss was slow at first, a bit shy even. But then they got comfortable with each other, his hands travelled to her waist, the hand that wasn’t on his cheek tangled in his blond hair. The kiss became hungrier. He bit her lip, she slithered her tongue into his mouth.
When they finally pulled away, Draco looked at (Y/N)’s flushed face and found himself absolutely smitten.
“I fancy you, Draco” she blurted out.
Draco gave her a huge, wholehearted smile. She smiled back.
“I fancy you too, (Y/N/N),” he said as he caressed her hair softly.
The kissed again and again, sweet chaste kisses and pecks that made them both erupt in giggles. Draco felt on cloud nine. (Y/N) couldn’t believe what was happening. That night, they didn’t speak of every possible way in which things could possibly go wrong. They didn’t talk about Draco’s concerns and certainties, about the war to come. They didn’t talk about (Y/N)’s guilt about her friends. They just kissed and talked and held each other all night.
And it was a beautiful night.
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OMG I LOVED that reaction you did, and the scenario like thing was really good!! I loved it, thank you!! Can I request another reaction (mini-scenario)? Like ATEEZ confessing to their crush while they (ATEEZ) are drunk? (San said Yeo does aegyo/is cute when drunk I'd like to see this ^^)
This is so cute, I would pay good money to see them tipsy no lie lmao. also this is fluff and crack at the same time so...I hope you like it lmao
Hongjoong:
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(^ he’d do this during a drunk confession you cant change my mind ^)
Okay so when he’s drunk I feel like he sees himself as being really composed and cool
but in reality... not so much
and, even if he hadn’t been planning on confessing to you
oh boy, his body starts shaking a lil and you’re low-key like... 911?
like his body is telling him to ABORT MISSION but once his drunk brain has made the decision there's no going back
So, in his mind, this is what he’s saying out loud okay
“Y/n, I just wanted to let you know that I have some serious feelings for you. I know you may not feel the same way, but I just needed to tell you.”
Super awesome, everyone wishes to be that composed right?
Well here’s what he really said:
“Listen here, you cute mother-, no I shouldn’t swear at you, my bad. I’m totally in love with you right? Watchu think bout dat?”
and then he’s quiet, and smiling bc he’s proud of himself and you’re just like um????
like that’s not how you imagined this would go
But you also know that he’s gonna be super embarrassed about this in the morning so you just say
“Let’s talk tomorrow, Joongie?”
and he smiles at the nickname and nods and kinda puts his head down
You honestly cant wait to tell him you feel the same when he’s sober
and make fun of him for getting wasted
Seonghwa:
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so Seonghwa, unlike Joong, is actually pretty composed
like at first, he’s wildin’ and everything
but then he just calms down super fast
like so fast you get whiplash
and he just smiles at you and you’re like “...freak”
then he frowns and he’s like “I like to look at pretty things that make me smile”
“You make me smile too, Hwa” :)
then he just grabs you into a hug and starts swaying you guys side to side
like some awkward and forced middle school slow-dance 
“What are you doing?”
and he shushes you to preserve the moment but you're like “I want answers”
then he finally leans his head down and his lips are brushing the shell of your ear so softly you barely notice
“I think I love you”
he strikes me as the kind of person who wants to confess but also isn’t ever 100% sure he wants to confirm that he loves you so he throws that “I think” in there to cushion the blow if you reject him
but, luckily for him, you do feel the same
you just turn your head ever so slightly to the side and peck his temple
he smiles and rests his head on your shoulder and squeezes your hips before wrapping his arms around you completely
“I kinda need to hear you say it”
“I think I love you too, Hwa”
Yunho:
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okay this big ole baby right
I feel like he’s the kind of drunk who is crazy for a little bit but gets tired really fast
so after like an hour of insanity, his eyes are drooping and you’ve settled on a couch (or seat, wherever your location might be)
and he smooshes his cheek into your thigh and you’re totally aware that he’s gonna fall asleep on you
but you’re cool with that, I mean who wouldn’t be
and after a couple minutes of silence, you think he’s knocked out completely
he suddenly turns his head to look up at you
and you look down at him to ask if he’s okay, or if he needs anything
he just starts laughing and then this IDIOT
pokes your double chin (bc I mean why does he have to look at you from that angle) and goes “How is it that I like you so much, even your double chin is cute?”
part of you is like “omg he likes me” and the other part of you is like “...im gonna slap him. don't talk about my double chin”
so, given your inner turmoil, you're silent for a minute and he starts to pout
“you don’t like my double chin?” and he makes a double chin and grabs your hand to make you poke it
“say you like my double chin too, please”
“Yunho, I like you too... double chin and all” (you had decided that you are not going to slap him after all)
and thats kind of the end of the night bc after that crackhead confession he actually falls asleep
but you are lucky enough that he remembers it all the next morning and it becomes kind of a thing in your relationship to make double chins at each other then say “I love you” 
Yeosang:
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drunk Yeosang and aegyo here we go
whiny baby voice and big eyes and pouting all the way
like he’s not so much into doing the cutesy actions like finger hearts and stuff
but refers to himself as “Sangie” and talks about himself in third person too
CLINGY
not necessarily cuddly, but always has to be holding your hand or else he’ll cry
calls you pet names like Jagi and my love and stuff
and at first you’re like aw he’s a cute drunk and tease him a little bit
but then he pouts even harder and murmurs��“I'm serious”
you’re like O.O
“you mean it? you really like me, Sangie?”
nods his head furiously like you seriously think he’s gonna get a concussion for about .5 seconds
like okay I get it, you mean it, please stop doing that your head is not a maraca
“I like you too”
cue the biggest, goofiest, toothiest grin you’ve ever seen
makes big ole fishy lips at you, and points at them to ask for a kiss
so you just give him a quick peck, bc you don't really want either of you to be drunk for your first real kiss
but that satisfies him for the time being :)
San:
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Sannie best boy, I cannot stress that enough
the sweetest lil drunk okay
tries to take care of you even though he’s the drunk one
thirsty? he’s gonna get up and get you a glass of whatever you want even if he spills half of it trying to give it to you
hungry? he’ll get you some if you agree to share
so halfway through a tub of ice cream he decides to lay some truth on you okay
“I like my ice cream like I like you”
and you, of course, having seen that meme, respond with “ugly?” and you cackle at your own joke
but he’s so offended
“apologize to yourself and this ice cream”
“wtf? why?”
“because ice cream is the second most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen after you. apologize”
literally holds the tub of ice cream up to your face, and will literally carve a sad face into the ice cream to make you apologize quicker
and when you apologize he eats the sad face and draws a smile
sentimental cheeseball is all he is in that moment okay
“you really think I’m pretty?”
he looks at you like “...duh”
“I think you’re pretty too, Sannie” and he smiles so big :’)
and both of you know that this would be the start of a really happy relationship aww
Mingi:
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I bet Mingi is the cutest drunk okay like if you thought he was a giant puppy before get ready you aint seen nothin yet
and you don't even get a warning before he confesses bc he says it so out of the blue
like his whole plan was to drink some liquid courage iykyk and then he was gonna confess
but he ended up getting a lil more tipsy than originally intended
and he just blurts it out and he’s stuttering and lisping and just struggling to get all the right words out
but you just think it’s super endearing
“Minnie, are you drunk?”
he starts blowing raspberries in the air and starts shaking his head “you think I’m drunk?” 
literally hiccuping after every word lmao
like yes, Mingi, I think you're drunk
still blowing incredulous raspberries all over the place
and you blow one on his cheek and he starts giggling like the baby he is
“why you do that”
“bc I like you too, Minnie! also you were starting to spit and I needed you to stop that”
he giggles and nods at you, just happy that you feel the same way
nuzzles his head into your shoulder and plays with your fingers for the rest of the time youre together
Wooyoung:
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okay he’s a crackhead already so I don't even think alcohol would be something he’s even offered most of the time lmao
but when he is all hell breaks loose
no subtlety about his confession at all
like he literally screams it at you
he had been paying extra attention to you all night, which you didn't even notice bc you liked him too and never imagined he felt the same
so you’re like he so friendly and clingy when he’s drunk
but five minutes later he’s like “DID YOU KNOW IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”
and you’re so taken aback because
1.) he just screamed in your face
2.) he just screamed that in your face
and then he’s quiet and just staring at you, waiting for a response
you’re so dumbfounded that all you say is “you too”
but thats enough for him
“GOOD THATS AWESOME”
and thats basically the end of the conversation bc he gets easily distracted
you have to remind him the next day that that conversation had even happened actually
and he’s like “oh yeahhhhh”
then you’re able to actually talk about what you both feel and be almost normal for about ten minutes lmao
Jongho:
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since he’s on the quieter side compared to the rest of the group, I think this shows even more when he’s been drinking
but it’s almost concerning how quiet he is
like if you had never seen him drunk before you’d probably be really worried
and that’s exactly what happened
you went to check on him to see why he wasn't joining in the fun and he looks at you, a little teary from the alcohol
or maybe he’s just deep in his feels who knows
we’ve all been there amiright
and he’s like “just like you a lot you know that?’
you’re like “I was most certainly unaware of that, sir”
and he apologizes??? like why???
“I like you too, doofus, why are you sorry”
then he smiles and means it for the first time that whole night
he feels like he could crack all of the apples in the world he’s so happy
side-note: he probably could break all them apples fr
so basically you just made him the happiest apple murderer in the world
he’ll break all the apples for you baby
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kpopfromtheblock · 4 years
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a/n ⇾ surprise bitch! bet you thought you’d seen the last of me! 🤪 i’ve been here all along but just haven't felt motivated to write. i know it gets annoying to have to wait so long for updates but i appreciate those of you who have stuck by my side! ILY, FR FR. i try to make every update as good or better than the last so that its worth your while and sometimes that process can take me a long time… i hope y’all can understand that… i won't always update as frequently as other writers but i will get an update out at some point, just keep baring with me pls and thank you! ✨
THERE WILL NOT BE A PART 2 TO THIS, PLS DO NOT ASK.
LIFE WITH BANGTAN | ot7 + kth smut
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genre ⇾ fluff, smut and a bit of angst.
pairing ⇾ bts x reader, taehyung x reader (smut)
summary ⇾ the boys forget movie night and they have to find a way to make it up to you, starting with Taehyung...
warning ⇾ idk, if i matters but i just want y’all to know this is very TAE X READER heavy... i mean it’s still ot7 x reader but just a bit more Taehyung focused... — smut, pwp, hand job, oral (f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk (a lot of dirty talk), fingering and more... — usual warnings: cringy-ness, swearing
words ⇾ 12k
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”Ugh!” You groan as you step out of the elevator. The cardboard box you’re holding in your arms isn’t too big but it is quite heavy. The box combined with the large backpack you’re waring is adding a bunch of unnecessary weight to your body and the journey to get to the boys dorm has taken longer than usual because of it… But you know this will all be worth it in the end, for tonight is movie night and hopefully the start of a monthly tradition with your lovers. 
The cardboard box in your arms and bag on your back are both filled with Disney movies… From the classics all the way up to the most recent ones available on DVD. 
Mayhaps you went a little bit crazy on Amazon, buying a total of one hundred and ten DVDs, some of which still haven’t shipped yet bc they are coming from countries outside of Korea and mayhaps, buying all those DVDs put a bit of a dent in your bank account but you’re almost one hundred…No, a solid ninety-five percent sure that this will all be worth it once you see the look of joy on Yoongi’s face after he watches the Aristocats for the first time or the tears in Jimin’s eyes during that one scene in Toy Story 3… Yeah, it’s gonna be a good night and you’re excited to experience it with your amazing boyfriends.
Finally making it up to the boy’s door, you put the box down on the floor and sigh, feeling relieved that you get to give your arms somewhat of a rest, even if for only a few seconds. You slide the shield of the keypad up and watch it illuminate. Quickly typing your customized pin in, the door beeps and you put your hand on the knob, twisting it open before it can lock again.
Once the door is slightly open, you begin kicking the box towards the opening, too lazy to bend over and pick it up again. 
A minute or two passes and you’re still kicking… You’re doing well, the box is nearly halfway through the door when suddenly the door is pulled fully open. “Oh!” You say almost following forward as you had been resting a lot of your weight on the door to keep it from closing whilst you kicked the box inside. “Darling~” You know immediately, without even having to look up, that it’s Taehyung calling you. The tone of his voice combined with the endearing nickname he’s been calling you since the day you two met gives him away. 
Before properly greeting him, you bend down to pick up the box again since you don’t have to worry about the door anymore… Picking the box up will probably go much quicker than kicking it. 
Once the box is in your arms again, you look up to meet Tae’s pretty brown eyes and boxy smile. You can’t fight the smile forming on your own lips. “Hello Handsome.” You tell him before leaning forward to place a single kiss against his soft lips.
“Why are you so dressed up?” You question, not missing the way the navy blue slacks and crisp white button up he’s wearing, compliment his tan skin. 
He takes the heavy box from you then steps aside to let you in without answering your question. “Oh fuck,” He groans. “What the hell is in here?” He asks. There’s a slight strain to his words as he struggles to balance the heavy box in one hand whilst he closes and locks the door with his other. 
Upon stepping inside, you see that the dorm is up in slight chaos.
One of the boys makeup artist and a friend of yours, Sua, is chasing Jungkook around with an eye shadow palette in her hand. There is a stylist you’ve never seen before, standing entirely too close to Namjoon while she fixes the collar of his shirt and Jimin is sitting on the couch while their hair stylist straightens the few fly-aways at the top of his scalp. 
Sua notices you first before any of the other guys do. 
“Y/n!” She stops chasing Jungkook to approach you.
Jungkook stops running around and Jimin looks up from his phone at the sound of your name being called.
“Hi baby!” Jimin says enthusiastically before waving at you. You look over at Jimin and give him a sweet smile. “Hi...” You say softly, waving back. You know he would’ve gotten up to greet you with a kiss if the man above him wasn’t holding a hot hair styling tool to his head. 
You look away from Jimin to see both Sua and Jungkook making their way over to you. 
Sua gets to you first and wraps her arms around you, engulfing you in a tight bear hug, which is slightly awkward since you didn’t have time to put your arms out to receive the hug properly. “Long time no see, how are you doing?” She asks against your ear before releasing you. “I know! I’m doing well, how are you?” You smile at her, although confused as to why she’s there, you are happy to see her. 
Sua has always been sweet to you and she was one of the first people to discover that you and the boys had something going on and even though she was a bit weary, she was supportive when she realized how much you really loved all seven of them and how much all seven of them loved you. 
Sua kept your secret until it was made knowledgeable to the rest of the staff and you have been grateful to her ever since. 
“I’m good! Just trying to get these boys of yours to sit still for a second. Especially this one.” Sua says pointing a thumb at Jungkook who is standing behind her with the brightest bunny smile. He waits eagerly for his turn to hug you. “I don’t know how you do it.” She continues and you chuckle. “Don’t worry, they run away from me too.” You joke and  both Sua and Jungkook chuckle. “I do not.” He protest, opening his arms for a hug. 
You finally take off you backpack, placing it on the near by chair and walk up to him. You wrap your arms around his waist and press your face against his chest. Your eyes close instantly at the warmth you feel being against him. Jungkook waste no time wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you against him.
Like always, you’ve missed your boys so much.
“I missed you.” He tells you, almost as if he can read your mind and you smile. “I missed you too Kook.” You confess before pulling away.
“Are you guys almost ready? Manger-nim will be here soon with the car.” You hear Namjoon’s voice from behind you. You pull away from Jungkook and turn to face the leader of the group. 
What is going on?
“Did I mixed up the dates for our movie night or…?” You mumble to yourself, thinking maybe you had read the date wrong on your calendar. 
You pull out your phone to check your google calendar, that holds all your important dates. You are usually bad with dates which is why you rely on your google calendar to keep track of everything.. You know once you put it in there, it’s official so you don’t understand how you could’ve messed this one up. 
The men around you seem to slow down their frantic movements at your words. “Babygirl…” Namjoon calls out and you look up to face him. The look on his face, makes you worry. His brows are furrowed and his lips form a slight pout. 
“Movie night... We completely forgot.” Your heart drops at his words. 
‘We completely Forgot’… The words are dramatically echoing in your head for some reason.
How could the forget the movie night you’ve been planning for weeks. 
“You forgot?” You ask for confirmation and Namjoon nods his head, a solemn look on his face. “Darling, we’re so sorry.” Taehyung’s voice catches your attention and you turn around to face him this time. “An event came up that we have to go to.... A car is on the way to pick us up.” He explains to you. 
“Oh...” You say, not able to hide the disappointment in your voice. Jungkook comes up to you from behind and wraps his arms around your waist. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him. It just feels like him, not to mention, he loves to give you back hugs. He pulls you close to his chest and then rest his chin on your shoulder. “Please don’t be upset.” He begs you but it’s too late. Your feelings are hurt. 
How could they forget? You think again.
“I’m not.” You lie and Jimin is the first to sniff you out. 
“Yes you are.” 
Hoseok comes walking out of his and Jimin’s shared bedroom. He is looking as gorgeous as ever in a suit that is tailored to perfection. Upon seeing you, he gives you his one hundred watt smile but suddenly, it fades when he notices the look on your face. “What’s wrong Angel?” He mumbles, softly. You’re about to shake your head and lie again but Jungkook speaks before you can. “She came for movie night.” Jungkook’s chest rumbles against your back as he speaks. “That was tonight?” Hobi asks, looking up into your eyes. His usual bright expression is now a little less bright when he catches the displeasure in your eyes. He can tell you’re upset and that you are doing your best to hide it but he knows you. He knows that look. 
You nod your head at his question, a broken smile gracing your lips. “Angel...” He starts before his long legs strut over to you until he is standing in front of you. He leans down to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Although you’re upset, you return the kiss as best you can with Jungkook’s arms still wrapped firmly around your waist. 
“It’s okay...” You lie again. 
“We’re so sorry baby.” Jimin apologizes and you shrug. “It’s fine.” Your fourth lie for the night…
Jin comes strolling into the living room with Yoongi not far behind. “Ok kids. Car is here. Let’s get going.” They both look too good to be true. Dressed in dark suits that seem to compliment each other. “Princess?” He greets your curiously. You give him a small smile. “Hi...” You say. “You look handsome. You all do.” You say truthfully.
Yoongi looks up at you. “Kitten, what are you doing here?” He asks in confusion. 
Seriously? No one remembered what tonight is… or was supposed to be? 
You feel like you’re going crazy, like you made it all up in your head but you know you didn’t. You remember planning this night... The eight of you agreeing upon this date so you don’t understand how this has happened...
You want so badly to tell them off but you also don’t want to start anything… You suppose it’s not their fault... You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into, the minute you decided to be with them, to love them… They have priorities and obligations to fulfill as the ‘World’s Biggest Boyband BTS’ but you wish that sometimes, they could be your boyfriends and just that alone. Even if, just for the day…
“I came for movie night but it seems you all have other plans.” You say, the words come out bitter than you intended but you can’t take them back now. 
“Don’t say it like that baby.” Jimin tells you, feeling guilt bubbling in his chest. Yoongi comes to stand in front of you after Hobi has step away to put on his shoes. “Kitten, why don’t you stay until we get back?” Yoongi offers and you’re about to decline his offer when you feel Jungkook press his lips against your neck. “Yeah stay, we’ll be back before you know it,” He whispers against your skin. 
“You guys know I don’t like to stay in the dorm when you’re not here.”
“Please?” Jimin begs. “If you’re not too tired when we get back, we can watch one of the movies you brought.” Jimin suggest, and the idea swims around in your head for a little bit… As tempting as it sounds, you know that they’ll be the ones too tired to stay up and watch movies with you.
“Guys we really need to go…” Jin reminds them, picking up his shoulder bag and his suit jacket off the couch. 
“You guys go ahead... You don’t wanna be late.” You tell them and you watch as Yoongi’s lips form a small pout. You usually lose your mind at how cute he looks when he unintentionally pokes out his lips but in this very moment, all you can do is give him a half hearted smile. He leans forward and kisses you. “I hope you’re here when we get back.” He says before walking towards the door. Jungkook kisses your cheek then lets go of you to follow his Hyungs out. Namjoon is the last to leave. He places a kiss at the top of your head then walks towards the door. “See you later Baby girl.” He says before leaving, the door slamming behind him. 
You sigh and turn away from the door. You are instantly greeted by the messy dorm. The stylists and Sua must’ve slipped out of the dorm while you were conversing with the boys because you were now left alone. In a big, empty, messy dorm. 
You decide to tidy up so the boys will have a nice cozy and clean place to come home too. Plus you need the distraction… You just got ditched after all. 
You pick up the movie box that Taehyung left on the counter and bring it over to the coffee table. You plop down on the couch and begin  unpacking the box.
You even went through the trouble of buying as many of the Korean subbed versions as you could find for some of the older classics like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. You know Tae and Jimin have never seen those. 
You neatly stack the movies in the middle of the table, surprisingly the only clean spot in the house, before you begin tidying up the place.
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Cleaning kills about two full hours. You cleaned the the living room, vacuuming and wiping down all the surfaces. You also decided to clean the kitchen, making sure the dishes in the the dishwasher were clean and then packed away and the counter top was removed of any stains. You attempted to clean each of the boys room but gave up after picking up all the clothes thrown around in Taehyung’s.
After you were satisfied with the way the dorm looked (and smelled), you walk back into the the living room and plop down on the couch. Your eyes glaze over the large stack of DVDs you brought with you... Without even realizing it, a frown grows on your face. 
Cleaning had kept your mind off of the fact that your boyfriends ditched your planned movie night but now that you were done, now that you didn’t have anything keeping you busy, your failed attempt at spending quality time with your boyfriends was all you could think of.
You sigh heavily and pick up your phone. You decide to open the twitter app and browse around. Maybe one or two of the fifteen people you are following would post something to make you laugh…
You loved laughing, it always made you feel better. 
You were lucky enough to stumble across a few memes. You giggle at them and save one in particular to your camera roll to use later in your group chat. 
As you scroll further down, you come across a photo that makes your heart flutter with fondness. 
One of the BTS fan accounts you follow (just because you enjoy the memes they posts and all the cute edits), posted a picture of the guys. You knew instantly it was a picture of them from the night. They look exactly the way they did when they left and you distinctively remember Yoongi’s shinny dangly earring and how it looked pretty with his outfit.
The picture was taken mid laughter. The way Jimin’s eyes turned into crescent moons, how Hoseok’s mouth formed a prefect heart, the way Jungkook’s nose crinkle and his two front teeth made an appearance and how you could practically hear Taehyung’s deep laughter just from looking at the way his mouth was wide open and his head was thrown back… It all made your heart swell in your chest. 
You wished you could be the reason they were laughing or be there to laugh with them. You genuinely just missed them. You were looking forward to spending time with them tonight. You desperately wanted to be wrapped up in Namjoon’s arms, snuggled under a blanket with Jin beside you and Yoongi’s head on your lap while you play with his soft locks as he drifted off to sleep… The other boys gather near by. You always felt comfort when they were close to you. 
You suddenly felt a wave of discontent wash over you. You’re not usually one to let things get to you. You pride yourself in being someone who is very understanding, especially when it comes to plans changing but for some reason this situation is hitting you hard. 
It’s been almost a month since you’ve hung out, like really hung out with them. And yes, you’ve gone longer without seeing them as they were away on tour in different countries for months on end but this time they were back home. You could pop into a practice every now and then or sleepover at the dorm if you want to but they had been so busy this month (even with them being back home), that spontaneous visits were not in the cards for you which is why you were so looking forward to this night.
Exiting out of twitter, you decided to open the Message app. You go into the group chat named ‘Team Kim Seokjin’ and type out a quick message.
YOU to Team Kim Seokjin
hey guys, i hope you’re all having a good time. i finished cleaning up the dorm a bit and now i’m going to head home.
YOU to Team Kim Seokjin
i know you all wanted me to stay but it doesn’t feel right... anyways, be sure to text me when you get home. love you all ❤️
You sent the messages and locked your phone, not waiting for a reply. You stood up, grabbing your duffle bag and throwing it over your shoulder. You shut off all the lights before heading out the dorm. 
Your phone pinged, indicating that you received a text messages but you decide not to check it right away as you were too focused on getting back to your apartment. 
You hope the comfort of your bed would make you feel a little bit better…
Meanwhile on the other side of town. Taehyung and Yoongi were in the bathroom. The award ceremony they were attending had just called for an intermission so the two decided it’d be a good time to release some fluids. 
Yoongi was drying his hands when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket the same time that he heard another phone ping, the obviou sound of a text tone… He knew it was Tae’s phone as he was the only other person in the bathroom and Yoongi himself had yet to take his phone off of silent. 
“Hyung!” Taehyung shouts after flushing the toilet in his stall. “Hmm?” Yoongi hums in response. The stall door flies open and Tae hastily walks out, holding his phone up for Yoongi to see the text he’d just received from you. “She’s not staying.” Tae pouts. 
“What?” Yoongi says in confusion, not too sure what the younger male was getting at. 
“Y/n... She said she isn’t going to stay over’.” Taehyung says,
Yoongi squints his eyes, trying to get a better look at Tae’s bright screen before giving up to pull out his own phone. He unlocks it and looks at the text messages you sent, rereading them a few times to himself. “Ah.” He says in realization. “‘Ah’? She’s mad at us and all you have to say is ‘ah’?” Tae whines. 
One of the things Taehyung hates most in this world is when the people he loves and cares about are upset with him and you are at the top of that list. “I don’t think so.” Yoongi tells the younger man. “I disagree… I mean we basically ditched her…” Locking the phone and pushing it back in his pocket, Yoongi turns to the mirror and fixes a few loose strands of hair.
“Leave it to Taehyung to over react at a simple text message.“ Yoongi thinks.
 “She’s not mad. Trust me.” Yoongi tries to reassure Tae but truth be told, he actually didn’t know himself if you were mad or not… He understands why you would be upset, if you were but he also knows that you are someone who doesn’t get upset easily. 
As Yoongi waits for Tae to finish washing his hand, his phone vibrates again. This time, it’s a text from Hoseok.
HOBI to Team Kim Seokjin 
🥺🥺🥺 you won’t be there when we get back?
After reading Hoseok’s text, Yoongi instantly feels a twinge of guilt in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t... After all, he didn’t even want to come to this event but, it’s work. Something he had to do… He’d much rather be at home, cuddling up beside you on the couch, watching some stupid children’s movies… That would be a way better use of his time because it was time being spend with you and his brothers.
“Ready Hyung?” Tae’s question pulls Yoongi out of his head. He nods in response at the blue haired man before the two of them exit the bathroom, heading back to the others.
Yoongi decides that he’d call you as soon as the ceremony is over, to check up on you. He just hopes you’ll be awake to answers…
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A    W E E K    L A T E R
With groceries in hand, you struggle to put the pin into the keypad of your apartment door. After two failed attempts and almost being locked out permanently, you decide it would be easier if the grocery bags weren’t in your hand… You lean down to place the bags on the floor and just as you’re about to stand back up, you hear the most horrifying sound… The keypad beeps indicating that it has been unlocked and the door is being pulled open from the inside.
“What the fuck?” You mumble out loud. 
You swiftly stand up straight, ready to throw hands at the intruder but you are pleasantly surprised to see the one and only Kim Taehyung, standing in your doorway with a bright smile on his face. “Tae?” You say, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 
Although relieved to see your boyfriend and not some thief or lunatic… You were still a bit confused. “What are you doing here?” You question as he bends over to pick up the grocery bags for you. “I came to see you.” He states the obvious. 
Upon hearing his words, your eyes suddenly widen at thought of him coming into your apartment complex… 
In the middle of the afternoon… 
Where nearly a hundred other college students are living… 
Anyone could’ve saw him. 
You hastily look around then begin walking forward, pushing Taehyung back into you apartment at the same time. “Whoa…” He says slightly confused and startled by your sudden moves. “Someone could’ve saw you dummy.” You scold him and he simply chuckles at you. “I was extra careful.” He informs you. “I wore a mask and a hat and I came in through the back entrance.” He tries to reassure you before walking over to the kitchen to put your bags down. You scoff at him in both amusement and disbelief because you can’t believe that he really thinks a simple mask and hat is enough to hide his appearance… 
His fans could spot him even if he were dressed up as Bozo The Clown. 
“As if a mask could hide you from an ARMY...” You say sternly. 
“Someone could’ve saw you…” You repeat, your voice still a bit on edge as you take your shoes off at the front door. Tae doesn’t seem to care that he could’ve gotten caught sneaking into your building... And it’s not like he hasn’t snuck in before. He’s been to your place a handful of times but never at this time of day so you’re just a bit concerned but you’ll let it go for now…
You walk into the kitchen to see that Taehyung has started unpacking the groceries. You’re amazed by the fact that he seems to know where everything goes. You can’t help the way your heart flutters at how domestic the scene in front of you is but flutter in your heart simmer down just as a thought pops into your head...
What is he doing here?
“Not that I’m not happy to see you babe, but what are you doing here, seriously?” You start. “I thought you and the boys would be in the studio all day.” You say and he shrugs. “Well yes, we’re supposed to be… That’s where the members are now but I snuck away for a bit...” He explains. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Your eyes brows furrow in confusion. 
Why wouldn’t I be okay?
“Where does this go again?” Tae asks as he holds up the box of cookies and cream Rice Crispy Treats.
“Cabinet above the microwave.” You point to the spot you’re talking about and Taehyung nods before turning around to put the sweet treat away. You walk further into the kitchen to help him pack out the rest of the groceries. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?” You finally say, referring to his previous question. “Well ‘cause of the whole movie night fiasco last week…” He informs you before turning back around to face you. 
“Ahh.” You say in realization. 
So that’s what this is about... He thinks I’m still upset. 
You chuckle at the thought and walk over to the fridge to put the orange juice inside. 
“I’m okay my love, you didn’t have to come all the way over here to check on me.” You tell him. You feel bad that you gave him the impression that you were still upset. You don’t want him to be worried about something that you were no longer thinking about. “You’re our girl, of course I had to come check on you… I’m sure the others would’ve tried to come, had they known I was coming” He says. 
You close the fridge and look up at him, smiling fondly. You make your way back over to the grocery bags… You decide to just take everything out at once and line them up on the counter to make things easier for yourself and make the process of putting things away go faster. 
“You’re sweet baby but I promise you, I’m okay.” You reassure him.
“But you weren’t though… Right? Before you were mad at us?” By the tone of his voice you know there’s a pout on his lip. “Yes.” You say truthfully, not wanting to hide anything from him. “I knew it!” He exclaims. “I knew you were mad. Yoongi Hyung said you weren’t but I know you darling.” He says confidently. “I’ll admit…” You begin before closing the fridge and turning around to face him. “I was upset that night… Mainly because I just wanted to spend time with you all but I got over it.” You confess. 
“I understand that you all have priorities and-“
“You’re our priority.” Taehyung cuts you off… As much as you want to believe him, you couldn’t. Yes, you know they love you and you know you mean a lot to them but you also know that their careers, their fans, mean just as much and sometimes that means you have to take a back seat to that part of their lives... 
And that’s something you have to learn to accept. 
“Let us make it up to you.” Taehyung’s voice brings you out of your thoughts.
“There’s no need.” You tell him and there really isn’t… They did nothing wrong and there’s nothing they needed to make up for. “Aw come on,” Tae whines. “Sleepover, we have the weekend off!” He suggests and you have to shake your head immediately. “I can’t.” You state. “I have a big project due on Monday that I need to get started on.” He pouts cutely and you resist the urge to kiss that pout off his lips. 
“Ok, well just come over Friday night then… The guys and I miss you so much.” He takes a step forward and you take one back… For some reason, your subconscious is telling you that some shit is about to go down that you are unprepared for…
“Tae…” You say warningly. You hate to disappoint him and the rest of your men and you would normally never turn down the opportunity to spend time with them but you just didn’t think it’d be responsible to hangout when you have so much work to do and catch up on. 
And yes, you could bring your work over to the dorm but that just wouldn’t be logical... You’d get nothing done.
“Please?” You don’t miss the way Taehyung’s voice has dropped and octave lower. You look up to meet his eyes and as you expect, there is something dark… Swirling around in them. He advances towards you again and you take another step back, this time your lower back hits the edge of the counter. Taehyung places his hands on either side of you, locking you between himself and the countertop. There’s no where for you to run. 
“Please stay over.” He pleads again and for a split second your eyes land on his lips. They are slightly chapped but they look so inviting... “Let us make it up to you.” His words come out as more of a command than question. “Tae…” You say his name again, a little breathier than you expected but his close proximity is making you somewhat lightheaded… It’s not like you haven’t been this close to him before, hell you’ve been way closer but for some reason, the way that he’s looking at you right now, like he can’t wait to get his hands on you, like he can’t wait to put his mouth on you… It’s all very intense. 
“I already told you… I can’t.” 
“You can’t or you just won’t?” He asks you. His question kind of catches you off guard because he’s sort of got a point… 
It’s not that you can’t go over to their dorm on Friday night or that you don’t want to… It’s just that you don’t think it’d be the smartest thing to do with the word load you have on your table right now… “Darling.” Tae calls… He can tell by the expression on your face that you are playing with the idea of coming over, in your head. “Hmm?” You hum, looking into his eyes. This time, you’re the one to catch him staring at your lips. 
Somehow the two of you have gotten so close to each other that your faces are inches apart. You can feel his breath fanning over you as he speaks. “What do I have to do to change your mind?” He questions, seductively. His voice is as smooth and raw as honey. If lust had a sound, it’d be they way Taehyung is speaking to you right now... The tingle in your core seems to get stronger the more he talks.
You look at his lips one last time and because you can’t resist him any longer, “Kiss me.” is all you mange to say. 
Tae is on you in seconds. He smirks as his lips collide with the softness and warmth of your own.
Kisses with Taehyung always start off slow… Slow and sweet and extremely passionate and today is no different. He sucks on your bottom lip slowly and you moan at the feeling. “Mmm.” He moans along with you. He loves how plump your bottom lip is and the way it bounces back into place when he lets it go. 
Tae takes his hands off the counter and grabs your arms, that are still awkwardly at your sides to place them on his shoulders. You instantly wrap them around his neck and pull him closer. You run your fingers through the blue locks at the back of his head and gently grip them. 
You had been so thrown off by his lips on yours that you had forgotten what do with the rest of your body. 
The two of you are chest to chest as his hands caress your sides. You slide your tongue across his bottom lip, hoping that he’ll get the hint and sure enough he does, opening his mouth for you to slip your tongue in. The two of you swirl your tongues around each others, the feeling is sensual and sexy and is slightly overwhelming your senses but you can’t stop. 
Another minute passes and Tae pulls away from devouring your mouth so the two of you can catch your breaths. “So...” He says breathlessly. You lean forward and peck his lips again, wanting to taste more of him. He smiles against your mouth before speaking, “Is that a yes?” He asks with his lips against yours and you giggle… It seems the man in front of you is adamant in getting you to agree to come over and if you weren’t so horny and now, so extremely wet, you’d tell him off but unfortunately (or mayhaps, fortunately?), you are both of those things and it doesn’t help that Taehyung has decided to drag his mouth from yours to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulders meet, peppering kisses and sucking harshly on the skin there.
“Oh god,” You mumble to yourself. 
It feels so good. 
“Darling?” Tae calls you as your eyes flutter closed. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more space to work. “Hmm?” You can only give him a hum of a response because you think your brain is too clouded with lust to form a coherent sentence… So you just don’t.
“You didn’t answer my question,” He reminds you. His warm tongue runs over the patch of skin he’d previously sucked on. “What was it again?” You ask, having genuinely forgot what it was… He chuckles and slides his hands from around your waist down to your lower back, they rest there for a second or two before he moves on, sliding his hands over the curve of your ass. He grips it firmly and you gasps at the feeling “I said...” He begins. “Is that a yes… To coming over?” He pulls away from your neck to look at your face. 
Tae’s heart beats rapidly and the tightness in his boxers increases when he sees the look on your face. He always thinks you look beautiful but even more so when your eyes are filled with desire, much like they are now. He could just eat you up... And he will. 
“No.” You say, bringing the man in front of you out of his trance. He raises his eyebrow at you and you try to hold back a smug smirk from forming on your face. “No?” He asks, wanting to make sure he heard you correctly. 
“Nope.” You confirm, popping your ‘p’ and shaking your head. 
“Hmm,” He hums. You can tell by his tone that he knows you’re just giving him a hard time and he definitely doesn’t mind playing along. “I guess that means I’m gonna have to work a little harder to get you to say yes huh?” He questions you and you smile sweetly at him, “Bingo.” You say matter-of-factly. 
He knows exactly what you want.
A sudden mischievous smile graces his lips before his mouth is crashing on to yours again. Slow and sweet kisses will no longer suffice for such a moment between the two of you.... Everything now is fast and sloppy and so so good. 
You moan as Taehyung’s tongue pushes into your mouth. He tastes as delicious as the first time he kissed you and you swear you could loose yourself in his mouth alone. 
His hands come down to grip your thighs. “Up.” He grumbles in your mouth and you jump slightly, so that he can effortlessly lift you off the floor and on to the countertop. You can feel the groceries behind you, uncomfortably pressing against your lower back. You remove your hands from around Taehyung’s neck and bring them behind you to push the groceries out of your way so you have more room to move around… The whole time you’re doing this, your lips never leave his.
The sounds of heavy breathing and wet kisses fill the space around you... Also the sound of your favorite bag of chips hitting the hardwood floor but you have no time to dwell on that, not when one of your gorgeous boyfriends is making a mess of your panties and he doesn’t even know it…
Now with Taehyung in between your legs, you can feel how hard he is. He’s pressing himself closer to you and the sudden urge to feel and taste his cock is strong. 
Your hand is down his sweatpants and past his boxers before you know it. “Oh fuck,” He grunts as you grip his hard cock in your small hand. 
You don’t hold back, beginning to stroke him as best you can from where you’re sitting. The angle is a little weird and slightly uncomfortable for you and there’s a bit of restraint from his boxers and sweats still being on him but he seems to be enjoying it from the way his mouth has fallen open and his eyes are fluttering open and closed. “Feels good?” You ask, wanting to hear praises from him. “I-I’m... Fuck...” He’s struggling to get the words out and that is a boost to your pride, if any. You love that you can turn him into a puddy from just your hands. “I’m s-supposed to b-be making you f-feel good.” He finally get the words out and you smile. 
You think it’s so sweet that he’s thinking about making you feel good whilst your hands are on his cock. 
“We can take turns baby.” You remind him before you grab him by the collar of his shirt with your free hand and plant your mouth on his again. The kiss is all teeth and tongue as you continue to pump his length... You use your thumb to spread the precum over the head of his dick. “Y/n...” Taehyung breathes your actual name for the first time since he’s stepped into your apartment. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum in my pants.” He warns you but that only encourages you to go faster. 
You stroke his length with determination. 
Your end goal is to get him to bust a nut… 
Right here… 
In your kitchen… 
In his boxers… 
While you watch… 
You want to make a mess out of him. 
“But isn’t that what you want baby?” You tease him. “To cum, right here in my hand.” Your voice is innocent but your words are so dirty that Taehyung can only growl at you in response before throwing his head back. “Fuck, your hand feels so fucking good around me.” He says through gritted teeth. “My mouth would feel better but we’ll get to that later.” You continue to pump his cock. Your pace goes from slow and steady to fast and hard and it’s making Taehyung loose his fucking mind. 
From the way his dick twitches and the way his face is screwed up in pleasure, you know he’s already about to cum. “Are you close my love?” You ask him sweetly and his heart feels like it might explode. The fact that you can switch from being so dirty to so soft and sweet while you rub him off, really throws him for a loop. You are truly the best of both worlds. 
“Yes...” He groans, finally bringing his head down to lock eyes with you and you bite your lip at the sight in front of you.
You don’t realize it but your hips are desperately gliding back and forth on the countertop, trying to get whatever friction you can… Even if its just the dull shift of your wet underwear rubbing against your folds every now and then… It’s better than nothing at all. Your boyfriend takes note of this, feeling a little guilty, as he was the one who was supposed to be getting you off but instead, here you are giving him, probably the best handjob of his life. He’ll have to make up for it later but right now, he can only focus on the fact that he’s about to cream his pants. 
“Oh God, please Y/n...” He calls out, his eyes haven’t left yours. The both of you are staring at each other so intensely that it feels impossible to look away. “What my love?” You ask him. You twist your hand around his throbbing cock as you continue to stroke him up and down rapidly. Your arm is about to fall off because of the constant change in speed but you refuse to slow down. “Please don’t stop.” He begs you, his voice strained. “I won’t… Not until you cum for me,” You promise him. 
“Are you gonna cum for me Tae?” You feel his dick twitch for the second time after you speak.
Your mouth starts to water at thought of how pretty his cock must look right now. So thick and veiny and probably tinted a pretty shade of pink… You wish you had taken it out of his pants before going to town on it so you could see it in action… You were too eager but it’s okay... You’ll have a better view of it, once you get your face down there to suck him off. 
“Oh f-fuck!” He groans loudly, halting your fantasies about his dick. “I-I’m cumming,” He stutters out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mouth falls into a perfect ‘o’ shape. Your hand strokes him relentlessly for a few more minutes before you feel it... Tae releases his load all over your hand while your name falls from his lips repeatedly. You continue to pump him through his release, your thumb rubs over the sensitive head of his cock and he flinches at the feeling. “Shit...” He says and you giggle, before pulling your hand out of his boxers. The back of your hand is shiny and wet with his cum… Instead of letting it go to waste, you decide to give him a show... You look him in the eyes and lick the mess he’s made off the back of your hand... You’re not sure how sexy you look, licking your skin like a fucking cat would their fur, but Tae seems to be enjoying it and that all that matter. 
“Holy shit...” He says once you’re done, he comes towards you at full speed, lips colliding for the third time tonight.
Taehyung places his hands under your thighs, guiding you to wrap them around his waist. Once you do, he hastily picks you up and you squeal as he carries you over the couch. He basically throws you down on it… Thank God, you got a bigger one. The little two seater you had before would never work for what the two of you are about to do… 
Your boyfriend moves swiftly to help you pull your shirt off over you head and you have to laugh at how eager he seems to be. “Whats so funny?” He questions and you smile. “You’re just really cute when you’re needy.” You tease him and he scrunches his face in disapproval, making him appear even cuter than before. “I’m about to bury my face in your cunt and you’re calling me cute?” He says in disbelief. “Well, you are…” You simply shrug your shoulders with smirk on your face. “Shut up and get your pants off.” He says somewhat playfully before pulling his own shirt over his head. Your eyes land on his tan skin and his pretty collarbones.. You’re sure your drooling now at how good he looks above you shirtless and dark eyed with his pretty blue locks cascading over his forehead… 
He looks un-fucking-real… 
You begin unbutton your jeans but apparently you weren’t moving fast enough for Tae’s liking which seems to be a recurring theme whenever you’re about to get it on with one or more of your boyfriends… Taehyung impatiently moves your hands out of the way to unbutton your jeans himself so instead you work on your sports bra which actually doesn’t require much work at all… It isn’t the cutest one you own but it does have a zipper down the front which makes the removal process much easier and for that, you are thankful. You unzip the bra and slide it off your shoulders before dropping it on the floor beside the couch. You can’t stop your hands from caressing the tops of your breast then running your palms over your hard nipples. Tae’s hands would feel better but, he’s busy pulling your pants down past your hips. You lift yourself off the couch to help him get them off you. When they’re off completely, he takes the clothing and tosses them somewhere behind him. “Jesus,” He says as his eyes meet the large damp spot on your navy blue panties… “You were this wet the whole time?” He asks, looking up at you and you nod in response.
“Please take care of it Tae…” You plead… Now that he’s brought it up, the wet, stickiness between your legs is starting to get uncomfortable and since he’s the cause of it, it’s only right that he fixes it. “I’d love to.” He tells you before leaning down to press kisses on your stomach, right above the waistband of your panties. You bite your lip and look down at him, both your heart and your pussy are throbbing in anticipation for what is about to happen. 
Taehyung takes a chance and peaks up at your through his lashes… You are a sight to behold, laying here, so prettily and patiently waiting for him to make his next move… He thinks it’d be so easy to tease you and make you whine underneath him but he’s not a selfish lover and he desperately wants to repay you for the nut you made him bust not too long ago. He kisses the damp spot on your panties before looping his fingers in the sides of them. He pulls them down slowly and as your pretty cunt comes into view, he licks his lips. He can’t wait to taste you. “Hurry.” Your voice is soft and very desperate. “Sorry Darling, I just was admiring you…” He confesses and your face heats up right away.
Oh god, this man is going to be the death of me.
He pulls your panties off the rest of the way and tosses them in the same way he did your jeans, he then begins placing kisses one by one on each of your thighs… He takes his time, stopping every so often to suckle on your smooth skin… It feels amazing but you are loosing your patience. You whine out his name and he chuckles… After he just told himself, he wouldn’t tease… He can’t help it though, he just love to take his time with you. 
Tae positions himself more comfortably between your legs, hooking his arms under your thighs and spreading you open wider. He starts by licking a stripe from the bottom of your core to the top, just to get a taste. The tip of his tongue hits against your clit and you sigh at the feeling. Taehyung groans in delight when the taste of you glide across his tongue, igniting a fire in him to taste more. He flattens his tongue over your folds, licking his way back down before pushing the wet muscle between them. Your breathing is already starting to become rugged, the small pants leaving your lips are enough to boost Tae’s ego and he’s only just getting started. 
Gripping your thighs tighter to bring you even closer to his mouth, he begins lapping his tongue between your wet lips and your mouth falls open at his ministration. The back of your head gently hits the arm rest of the couch when Tae’s tongue hits your clit for a second time, this time he lets it stay there, rolling it over your harden bud slowly just before he sucks it into his mouth. “F-fucking hell..” You nearly screech out. His lips are locked around your clit and you can feel his jaw rubbing against your folds while his nose is pressed to the skin at the top of your cunt. You glance down to find his gaze is already on you. For a brief minute, you are able to see that his eyes are glossed over with lust before the flutter closed in pure bliss. 
The fact that he loves eating you out just as much as you love getting eaten out is just…. *chef kisses* 
You push your hands in his hair and grip from the roots, he grunts causing a small wave of pleasure to vibrate over your clit. “F-fuck!” You moan out, arching your back. Taehyung sneakily removes a hand from under your thigh, bringing it up to your wet pussy. He swiftly slides a finger in without warning, causing you to yelp and arch your back, “Oh my god…” You say breathlessly. He begins pumping his finger in and out of you slowly, his mouth never wavering. He sucks on your sensitive bud like it’s his favorite candy. 
Taehyung adds a second finger to your dripping heat and you clench tightly around them. He groans louder around your clit at the thought of you clenching around his cock instead. He knows he’d fit snuggly inside you and he can’t wait to feel your warmth and wetness engulf him but for now, he wants you to cum on his tongue. You taste so sweet and you’re so wet for him that he might just end up staying down between you thighs forever. “So sweet.” He mumbles exactly what he’s was thinking, over your clit. He then uses his tongue again, twisting the muscle in a circular motion around your clit while he steadily pumps his fingers in and out of you. You grab hold of your breast and pinch your nipples between the tips of your fingers to increase your pleasure. 
Your body is on fire… You can fill that familiar coil in your stomach starting to turn and he can sense it too… Almost as if he’s is in tune with your body… Not to mention the way you keep pulsating around his fingers. “Your close..” Tae mumbles, only loud enough for himself to hear. “C’mon Darling.” He mumbles again, in the same tone as he takes his mouth off your clit… 
You can hear him talking but it’s almost like you’re under water… The pleasure is deliciously overwhelming and all you can think about it cumming hard all over his mouth and fingers… You’re so close to that sweet release, it’s unbelievable… 
Now that his mouth is off your clit, Taehyung can focus on the look on your face. “Beautiful.” He, once again, mumbles to himself. 
He’ll never get tired of seeing you like this. Never, ever. 
He blows air over your aching bundle of nerves while he watches you become a quivering mess right before his eyes. 
The moment when he decides to curl his fingers up inside you, moving them back and forth as the tips of his fingers graze across that spot, is all it takes to send you into a frenzy. “Jesus, right t-there! P-please don’t stop!” You exclaim. He pops his head up further, the entire area around his mouth and his chin are g l i s t e n i n g with your juices. “Right here?” He asks, grazing his fingers over the same spot again. The way his words fall off of his lips combined with how he’s looking at you should be fucking illegal. “Yes, yes, yes!” You squeal as you orgasm begins blazing a trail through you body. “Oh fuck,” Tae groans, as he feels your fluids run down his palm… In an instant his mouth is back on your clit. He sucks your clit, mercilessly and the overstimulation causes tears to pool in the corner of you eyes. You try to push his head away from your aching cunt but he won’t budge. 
“Ah-h T-Tae wait, p-please.” You beg him. 
“I-I c-can’t!” You blurt out and he finally releases you from his mouth but his fingers stay in you just a little longer, pumping you as you come down from your high.
The wet sound of Tae pulling is fingers out of your cunt is sensitive to your ears. He licks his fingers clean the leans forward to kiss you and you’re able to taste yourself on his tongue, which causes another moan to escape you. “Do you think… You can take my cock right now Darling?” He asks in between sloppy kisses. “I need to be inside you.” He admits and all you can give him is a nod of your head. “Are you sure?” He questions. He doesn’t want to pressure you or make you feel like you have to do anything you’re not up for… He just really wants to feel you wrapped around him. 
“Yes.” Your voice is hoarse and barely audible but he hears you... 
Taehyung kisses you once more the leans up, you can make out the imprint of his hard member through his sweatpants, you can also see a few dry patches of cum from earlier and your mouth salivates for the hundredth time tonight.
When the blue haired boy above you pushes his sweatpants and boxers down in one go, his dick springs free and your eyes light up when you see the glossy, pink tip… 
Just as you remembered, it is gorgeous… He is gorgeous. 
You don’t get enough time to admire it because he is positioning himself between your legs again. “Ready?” He asks you sweetly and respond by leaning up to place your lips on his again. “Give it to me.” You encourage him and that’s all he needs to hear before slowly pushing himself inside you… No foreplay, no teasing… Just straight to the point. The both of you gasps into each others mouths when your warm walls engulf his thick cock for the first time in a while…
“Jesus…” He calls out and you fall back on to the couch, not having the energy to hold yourself up anymore. He begins with slow strokes, like he usually does. He leans down to meet your mouth again, repeatedly kissing you. “I love you.” He confesses and your heart does backflips, like it always does when they say those three words to you. 
“I love you.” You say back to him whilst his hips start to pick up the pace. His mouths falls on to your chest, peppering kisses on the valley between your breast before it comes to hover over one of your nipples. He pokes his tongue out and flicks it over your nip and you moan his name loudly as your eyes flutter closed. 
Tae pulls out of you, leaving just the head of his cock inside your warm, wet center. He mouth comes down and closes around your harden nipple… He doesn’t hesitate to suck it into his mouth right before he pushes back into you. “F-fuck.” You shout as your hands tangle in his hair yet again. He begins stroking into you at rapid speed… 
Your moans must’ve set him off… 
It’s almost like a flip was switched…
The way he’s ponding into you now is total contrast to how soft and gentle he was being earlier… Not that you’re complaining. “T-Taehyung!” You scream and he finally lifts his mouth from off your nipple, making sure to release it with a pop. He leans up and you’re able to see the beads of sweat rolling down his golden skin. He grabs hold of your legs, wrapping them securely around his waist.
“Scream my name again Darling.” He commands as he grabs onto your hips for support. “Taehyung!!” You scream again when he hits a particularly sweet spot inside of you. “You’re so good to me baby! I love your cock so much.” You praise him and he smirks… The man thrives off of your praises.
Tae bucks his hips faster, you lift your own up to meet his thrusts. Your skins slapping against each other mixed with your heavy panting is one of the prettiest sounds you’ve heard and you don’t want it to end but you don’t think that you’ll last much longer… And from the way that Tae’s head is thrown back, how his grip on you is getting a lot tighter, and the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat, you know he’s close too. 
“Are you gonna cum with me Darling?” His voice is raw and he sounds so fucked out that it makes your pussy lips quiver… 
“Y-yes, yes I-I’m so close baby.”
“Argh! M-Me too,”
“Give it to me Tae, please..”
You hear him mumble another curse word under his breath and his thrust begin to stagger a bit before his releases his load into you… It takes you a little longer to reach your second orgasm but Tae doesn’t stop fucking you until you do, even with exhaustion starting to settle into his bones, he rubs your clit and continues stroking his dick inside you until you cum all over him…
Soon after your release, Taehyung collapses on top of you, trying his hardest to catch a breath. His eyes fall shut as he rests his head on your shoulder while you lazily run your hands through his damp hair. It’s quiet between the two of for quite a while… You’re both in post-amazing-sex bliss and are just enjoying being in each other embrace. 
You think that Tae has fallen asleep because his body is limp on yours, he’s resting most of his weight on you and his breathing is steady but then you hear his slightly muffled voice say:
“So we’ll see you Friday night then?” 
You toss your head back and burst into fits of giggles.
“This guy…” You mumble to yourself, whilst shaking your head with the fondest smile on your face. 
What am I going to do with you Mr. Kim Taehyung? 
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F R I D A Y    N I G H T
You arrive at the boys dorm at eight o’clock on the dot, like you were told. Stepping up to the front door, you quickly type your code into the keypad, the door beeps and you twist the knob and push it open before stepping inside. All the lights in the dorm were off, expect for the one in kitchen which casted a dim light into the rest of the open space. It seems like no one is home but that couldn’t be the case... Surely Tae wouldn’t have invited you to an empty dorm and furthermore, you texted him less than twenty-five minutes ago to let him know you were on your way so he had to be home.
“Where is everyone?” You mumbled aloud to yourself. 
Just as you pull your phone out to give Taehyung a call, you are startled by the sound of the toilet flushing. You whip your body around to face the bathroom door. You then hear the sink running. “Taehyung?” You call out but there is no answer. The sink is still running as you walk closer to the door. “Hello?” You call out again, a little louder and closer this time when suddenly the sink turns off and the door is being swung open. You are greeted by a pair of sparkly, yet startled brown eyes. “Oh!” Tae says placing his hand over his heart in shock. “Shit, you scared me.” He says, sounding like someone has knocked the wind out of him. You smirk, doing your best to hold your laughter in.
“I was calling your name...” You informed him.
“I’m sorry Darling,” Taehyung steps up to you and wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you into him. You place your hands on his chest to stable yourself. Your faces are inches apart, much like they were two days prior. “Hello beautiful.” He says sweetly. You feel heat rise to your cheeks at the compliment he gives. 
Will you ever get used to all the compliments and affection these men throw at you? Probably not. 
With the sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you. You lean in to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips to his. He instantly melts into you.  With his arms securely wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer. 
The kiss begins to heat up. His hands begin roaming your body, slipping from around your waist to lay them on the small of your back. His lips are so soft today and you find it incredibly hard to pull away from him but you do before things go any further.
You reluctantly pull your lips away from Tae’s and he eagerly chases after you, always wanting more. 
“Slow down tiger,” You say jokingly as you put your hands on his chest to prevent him from getting another kiss out of you.
“I’ve missed you.” He confesses and you can’t wipe the stupid grin off your face… “Tae, we literally saw each other two days ago.” You remind him and he scoffs. “Why can’t you just say it back… You’re turning into Hyung.” He tells you, his tone bitter. You laugh, instantly knowing exactly which Hyung he’s talking about. “Leave Yoongs out of this.” You say, poking his chest playfully. “Speaking of Yoongs…. Where is he?” You say, looking around at what seems to be an empty dorm. “Where is everyone and why is it so quiet in here?” You ask curiously.
Upon hearing your questions, a mischievous smirk graces face. 
“What?” You ask, suddenly suspicious. 
“Come, I wanna show you something.” Tae removes his arms from around your waist to grab hold of your hand. 
“Show me what?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Hearing those three words cause a irritable groan to escape your lips. You hate surprises, really hate them…
You start to have flashbacks of the amount of times you’ve voiced your distaste for surprises and it had to be over twenty… Taehyung should know better. “Tae, did you forget that I don’t like surprises...” You remind him. “C’mon, stop being difficult,” He begins tugging you towards the front door but you are resisting. “And close your eyes.” He instructs you. “Oh God, no.” You pout, stomping your foot like a child. “I don’t wanna go.” You whine. 
“Hey, stopping being a brat.” He says, sounding somewhat annoyed with you… “Just close your eyes.” He adds. ”You close your eyes...” You mumble under breath… Tae hears you and laugh at your immature comeback. 
“If I close my eyes we’re both screwed, don’t you trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Okay then, close your eyes. I’m not leading you into danger... I promise.”
You scrunch your face up in discomfort… “That doesn’t make me feel any better flex but okay.” Your remark once again causes more laughter to erupt from Tae. “What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles more to himself but you still hear him, you’re too worried about where he’s taking you to comment.
After a few seconds of hesitating, you finally close your eyes. “Ready?” You can feel Tae looking at you so you nod your head in response. “No peaking.” He warns you as he start moving again with your hand locked in his. Your free hand moves around in front of you… You use it to prevent yourself from running into anything. As you start to follow Tae further into the unknown, holding on to him for dare life, you take a chance and pry your left eye open. Just as you do, he turn around to check on you. “Hey!” He exclaims and you close your eye just as quickly as you opened it but it’s too late… You’ve already been caught. 
“I said no peaking.”
“I didn’t see anything and we’ve barely moved an inch,”
Tae sighs before letting go of your hand. “Wait here.” He says, before jogging down the hallway. “Where are you going?” You call after him and get no response in return. You roll eyes and wait, anxiously shifting side to side.
It takes him all of five minutes to finally make his way back down the hall to you. You raise a curious brow at him when you realize there is something in his hand. He holds the item up, letting you get a better look at it. “A tie?” You question, looking at the funky patterned accessory dangling from his hand. “I couldn’t find a mask or scarf… This will have to do.” Taehyung walks around you. “What are you doing?” You ask frantically. “Blind folding you idiot, since you can’t follow instructions.” He says nonchalantly. “Hey!” You turn around to hit his chest and he huffs out a breathy laugh at the contact. “I was kidding!” He tells you, before lifting the tie up to place it over your head then in front of your face. “Turn around.” He instructs you and you sigh before obeying his request. You decide not to argue with him anymore… The quicker you put the blind fold on, the quicker you’ll be able to get it off… Hopefully.
Tae securely ties the fabric over your eyes, making sure the large part isn’t covering your nose. “Are you okay?” He asks after stepping to the front of you and you know. “I guess..” You shrug and you can hear him chuckle. “Can you see me?” He questions. You can’t see him but you can feel him moving around in front of you, probably dancing or making weird faces. 
“No Tae… Can we hurry up and do this… I wanna take this off.”
“Ok, ok.” 
Taehyung finally grabs your hand and starts moving. You decided to grab onto the length of his arm, rather than just his hand. The closer you are to him, the safer you feel… And also if he decides to try and throw you down into a ditch, you’ll be able to pull him down with you with how tightly your holding on to him. 
You hear the sound of the front door being unlocked. “We’re going out?” You ask, nervously. “Yes Darling, but not far.” He assures you and your nerves calm down just bit. You know you’ve stepped out of the apartment when the cooler air of the hallway hits your skin. You hear the door of the dorm shut behind you and the beep of the keypad, indicating that it is locked. “Come.” Tae’s deep voice is comforting as he continues to guide you to your destination. You walk for a short period of time before briefly stopping so that Tae can open, what sounds like, another door. “We’re going up the stairs now.” He warns you. His voice is echoing in space you’re in and you body get goose bumps, not only from the chill in the air but also when you think of all the horrible scenarios that could happen while you’re blind folded. 
“Y/n?” Tae pulls you out of your own head. 
“Hm?” You respond shakily and he laughs. “Why are you being so dramatic?” He questions in amusement. “I’m not.” You protest and you can’t see him but you feel like he might’ve just shook his head at you. “You’ve gotta step up, okay? The first step is right in front of you.” He explains to you and you awkwardly lift your leg up and forward just a bit before putting it back down on the step.
With Tae’s help, you are able to make it up three flights of stairs. You’re tired and out of breath by the end of it. “I’m not in the right shape for this.” You complain and Taehyung chuckles. “You’re shape is perfect.” He says sweetly, the heat that rushes to your cheeks is evident but if Tae noticed, he doesn’t say anything. 
“Are we here?”
“Yes.”
“Can I take the blind fold off?”
“Not yet.”
You can feel Taehyung shifting around you for a bit, then you hear another door being open and another b rush of cool air slaps you in the face… “Ooo.” You say wrapping your arms around yourself. It’s not freezing cold but it’s the start of September and the weather is starting to change from summer to fall so it’s a little chilly. 
Taehyung puts his hands on your shoulders and nudges you throw the door way. The rest of you boyfriends are watching you amusingly as you put your hands in front of you in attempt to feel out your surroundings.
Jungkook is trying his hardest not to laugh out loud at how ridiculous you look flailing your arms about. Yoongi takes a little break from grilling the meat in front of him to glance at you and a fond smile graces his face when he does. 
“Is someone cooking beef?” You say out loud. Jimin and Namjoon’s eyes widen when pick up on the smell so easily. “It smells like a barbecue.” You admit and you can hear what you thought was muffled laughing in the distance but you’re not sure… You know it isn’t Taehyung because he’s right beside you. “Ok, I’m gonna take the blind fold off but you’ve gotta keep your eyes closed until I say…” He says. “Okay.” You respond, happy to just be able to get the fabric from over your eyes. 
Tae stands behind you and begins untying the blind fold. He is looking at his members with a knowing smirk as he does so. “Keep your eyes closed.” He says, as the blind fold falls from over you eyes. 
“Okay, ready?” Tae questions and you nod your head. “Open your eyes,” He whispers in your ear and you do immediately 
“Oh my god.” You gasps, placing your hand over your mouth in awe. 
“Surprise!” All seven of your boyfriends shout in unison. Before you know it, your eyes are beginning to pool with tears. 
The sight in front of you isn’t what you were expecting.
You are on the rooftop of the boys dorms, it is completely decked out with fairy lights and streamers. There’s a wooden bench off to the side with an array of foods displayed. There a cute little tent made of sheets and filled with what looks like the softest and fluffiest pillows and blankets, right across from a huge portable projection screen. 
There is a Disney movie already cue up… You’re not sure which on it is but, the blue screen with the infamous white castle is ever present.  
“Are you crying?” Taehyung suddenly asks, as he leans down to match your height so he can get a better look at your face. “No..” You lie, trying to subtly wipe away yours tears. “Aw~ My baby,” Jimin coos before he jogs over to you. He wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a big bear hug and you sniffle, before hugging him back. “Please, don’t cry Princess... Our hearts will break if you cry.” Jin pouts as he shuffles over to both you and Jimin, wrapping his arms around the both of you for a mini group hug. “Me too!” Jungkook shouts as he runs over to the three of you. He tries his best to wrap his arms around all of you, snuggling close to Jin first and resting his head on the older male’s back. 
“I-I c-can’t believe y-you guys did t-this…” You’re a stuttering mess and it doesn’t help that your words come out extremely muffled because of all the bodies smothering your own. Jimin laughs because he isn’t able to hear exactly what you said but the shakiness of your voice is adorable. “What was that Baby?” He asks, moving back a little to give you room to speak but his arms are still securely around you. 
“Ok, I don’t think she can breathe… You all have to give her room.” Namjoon is amused at the display of affection in front of him. Jimin, Jungkook and Jin back away from you, giving you breathing space and when you finally look up to greet them, your eyes are puffy and red and your nose is slightly snotty. “Aww.” You can hear Hoseok say from across the room. He had been busy fixing one of the fairy lights and hadn’t gotten a chance to see you properly. Now, here you are, a snotty nose mess in front of him and all it makes him want to do is hold you close in his arms until you’re done crying.
“I can’t believe you guys did this…” You repeat yourself, this time a little more clearly. “We felt really bad about missing movie night,” Taehyung, who has now made himself comfortable in the pile of pillows and blankets at the side of you, confesses. “But I told you it was okay.” You say, voice still trembling. 
“Yes, we know thats what you said…” Hoseok starts. “But it wasn’t how you felt.” He adds.
“Yeah, we’re really sorry Princess.” Jin chimes in. “We know you were really looking forward to that night and we hate that we disappointed you by missing it.” He continues. You smile and grab his hand. You can see the guilt in his eyes, but you don’t want him to feel that way. “But all of this?” You say, looking around. “Not that I don’t love all of this but, isn’t it too much?” You ask shyly and by ‘too much’, you mean ‘too much for little ole you’… 
“It’s not enough!” Jimin exclaims and the rest of the boys chuckle. “This was all Jimin and Taehyung’s idea.” Namjoon admits. “Yeah and you know they don’t do anything half assed.” Yoongi adds as he takes the last few pieces off meat off grill to put them on a plate. You nod your head in agreement. “Thank you guys for this… It’s perfect.” You say truthfully. You’re sure the boys can hear in your words, how moved you are. Your chest feels like it could explode at any minute. “Anything for you Angel.” Hoseok is staring at you like you’re his whole world and it only makes your heart flutter more. “Let’s eat kids before the food gets cold… Then we can watch the movie.” Yoongi suggests as he takes a seat on the bench. The rest of you follow suit, gathering at the table. “What movie is it?” You ask after sitting down in between Namjoon and Jin. “Astro cats or something like that…” Yoongi shrugs his shoulder and you laugh knowingly. “Its Aristocats and excellent choice.” You tell him excitedly before digging into the food like the rest of the boys.
This is way better than the movie night you had planned and you can’t believe the lengths these men will go to make sure you’re okay. You almost feel like you don’t deserve it but you would never say that thought out loud as you know they’d scold you for even thinking it.
Just like always, you are feeling extremely blessed to be loved by such caring and considerate men and you are convinced that you are indeed, the luckiest woman in the world to have all seven of them by your side. 
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Part One - Fate
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Summary:  Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader -Sam’s young, powerful and comes from one of the wealthiest families in New York. When he meets an Omega bartender who’s far from what his family expects, Sam is forced to make a series of hard choices.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, smut, knotting, breeding, dominance, ownership, angst, family drama
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Sam normally doesn’t go out, and when he does it’s not with work colleagues. He’s never liked to overlap his worlds; instead, preferring to keep his social and professional lives comfortably separated. But the guys from the finance department have been on his case for months, begging him to join them in their weekly outing. They all agreed to come in and work on a Saturday in preparation for the quarterly review; so when they invited him to join them, he couldn’t say no.
And to his surprise, he’s actually enjoying himself.
It’s not that he’s antisocial. While he doesn’t have many close friends, he enjoys the few he’s acquired over the years. It’s hard to know who to trust. His father built an empire, of which he and his brother, Dean, are the heirs to. And someday, when the old man retires, Sam will be the one running the Institute. But for now, he’s still young, just biding his time. Only twenty-five, he’s overseeing the guys in finance to learn the ropes.
The Winchester family is powerful and one of the richest in the country, and Sam learned a long time ago that with privilege comes drawbacks.
Tonight, Sam found himself out of excuses. Frankly, after the week he’d had, drinking a few beers and shooting the shit didn’t sound like a bad option.
“Right, Sam?” Keith asks eagerly, raising his beer in the youngest Winchester’s direction.
“I don’t know what the question was but I learned a long time ago never to agree with anything you say,” Sam chides and the table erupts in laughter.
“He’s full of shit anyway.” Jeff pipes up. “There is no way that Lola from reception wants anything to do with him.”
“She’s so into me.” Keith rebuts, patting his chest with his palm. “She’s all over this.”
“Get out of here with your delusions, man. She’s a solid eight and you’re not even on the chart.” Snickering, Jeff clinked his glass with Kevin who’s sitting beside him.
“Fuck you,” Keith flings a stack of napkins that flutter across the table.
“How about you Sam?” Jeff inquires, lifting his beer in his boss’s direction.
“Me?” Sam grins tipping back his beer. “I’m boring. All work.”
“You dated Sarah from billing last year for a while didn’t you?”
“Yeah, learned my lesson there. I won’t make that mistake twice.”
He would have preferred that his short-lived relationship with Sarah Blake stayed private, but she’d been eager to tell anyone who would listen. Besides, her questionable judgment notwithstanding, she was a Beta and he’d found himself less than satisfied in the bedroom.
“How about your secretary, Amelia? She’s not bad-”
“Nope,” Sam interjects, hoping to quell the speculation then and there. A conversation can quickly go from rumor to gossip in the blink of an eye, and he knows full well Amelia’s been vying for his attention. He doesn’t want to give the idea legs. “I keep it strictly professional. Anything more is asking for trouble.”
“Boring,” Keith smirks and Jeff joins.
“Sam’s a saint.”
“Not even close.” Sam laughs, his line of sight shifting to watch you behind the bar, pouring shots of tequila, looking up just quick enough to catch him. He hasn’t been able to take this eyes off you all night.
“What about her?” Sam gestures in your direction.
All three guys follow as he points.
“Y/N. A total ten.” Kevin whistles as he twists in his chair. “Good luck with that.”
“Ass for days. I’m pretty sure every guy in here has tried to take her home. She doesn’t shit where she eats, either.” Jeff jokes and the conversation moves on, but Sam doesn’t. You brought them a round of drinks before the bar got busy, and he caught your scent up close and personal - unmistakably Omega and like nothing he’s ever encountered before.  
His parents would be mortified if they saw him sizing up a bartender at some shit hole bar on the Lower East Side. His mother has been trying to set him up since he presented. And his father…well, his father thinks he’s too young to focus on anything other than his career. He’s happy to encourage a one night stand over a relationship any day of the week.
Sam’s been in a couple relationships, but nothing too serious. He’s never found anyone that felt compulsory, that is until he smelled you. Now that he’s set his sights on you, he can’t back down. There is something inside him, something long dormant that’s flickering to life like a piece of forgotten machinery. Sam knows he needs to act before this feeling builds into something he’s not in control of.
“I’ll be back,” He slides out of his seat, moving toward the bar, as Keith slaps on him on the back with a bit of ill-fated good luck.
The way he’s looking at you should make you uncomfortable.
It’s still early on a Saturday night and most of the guys at his table are regulars, but he is definitely not. You’d remember an Alpha with that face and those mesmerizing eyes. Those eyes that you can feel boring holes into your back as you walk away.
It’s not unusual for men to show you attention. You’re attractive and fit and unmistakably an unclaimed Omega.
It takes a lot to peak your interest. After five years working in bars throughout New York City, you’re used to the attention and adept at carefully sidestepping any precarious situations.
There’s been a low hum in your belly all night, ever since you first laid eyes on him. Your heat is weeks away so you have no reasons to keep suppressants on you.  But as this gorgeous specimen of man approaches the bar, you wish were better prepared.
“Hi,” he smiles like a cat who just ate a canary, with dimples that give him a false, boyish charm. It might be easy to mistake him for harmless, but you can tell just by the way that he moves he’s far from it.
“Hey,” you nod, placing both hands on the bar. “What can I get for you?”
He chuckles, eyes shining as his tongue darts out to lick his lips. There’s no pretense - you both know exactly why he’s here and it’s not for another beer.
“Why don’t you tell me. Anything on special?” His eyes trail over the entire length of your body from head to toe, making zero attempt to conceal his blatant lust.
You could smell him earlier, but his scent must be getting stronger because it’s all you can concentrate on. In fact, you’ve never been around an Alpha with a scent as powerful as his. You wonder if he’s close to his rut.
“What do you like?” You inquire, squeezing your thighs together. There’s no way he can’t smell your arousal, the wet heat between your legs making you slightly comfortable as you try to act casual.
He smiles again, leaning forward. You indulge, bending over the bar so that you’re within inches of each. He’s even more beautiful up close. “I’d like to take you home with me.”
Well, so much for subtlety. But you can appreciate a direct approach. Plus, you decided you wanted him before he ever made a pass.
“My shift ends at two.” You find yourself staring directly into his eyes, stuck in the moment as you breathe hitches. His hands are huge and you wonder if the rest of him is proportional.
“Fuck,” he shakes his head like you’ve just said the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. “That’s five hours, you really wanna wait that long?”
You glance over at Jesse, the other bartender who’s already struggling to keep up with the rush. Normally you would be horrified at the impulsiveness of the entire situation, but you can’t help yourself. He smells too damn good and looks even better. Not to mention it’s been a long damn time since you’ve had an orgasm from something other than your own fingers.
“No, I don’t.” You confess, watching as his palms the crotch of his dress pants. “You live close?”
Sam has you pressed up against the wall of his apartment in twenty minutes flat. Your skirt is bunched around your hips as he grinds his erection through the layers of his suit against your soaked panties.
“I don’t normally do this,” You gasp as his mouth pops from yours. He looks at you thoughtfully, like a dying man eyeing his last meal.
The corner of his mouth pulls, just a hint of a smile as his eyes drop from your lips to your cleavage, his tongue darting out.
“Me either.”
You aren’t sure if he’s being serious or just trying to placate you. It sure seems like he’s done this before as his tongue slides back over yours, drawing a moan from your throat directly into his mouth.
His mouth is relentless, kissing you so hard you think he’s going to bruise your lips, his tongue dipping and swirling.
Sam is all muscle under his dress shirt. You can feel how powerful he is as he presses the entire length of his body into yours, pinning you in place.
“Shit,” He pants, pulling back, yanking his tie loose. “You smell so good Omega, makin’ me so hard.”
“Alpha,” you moan, rolling your hips to find some relief. His kisses don’t stop as he struggles to rid himself of his shirt, then his pants as he swiftly unbuckles his belt and drops his slacks to the floor.
“Jesus,” he warns, reaching down to hold your hips in place. “You’re wearing too much. Take your clothes off.”
And with that he steps back, rubbing his cock through his underwear while you scramble to comply. You pull your shirt off, reaching behind your back to unhook your bra. Sam grunts in approval the sight of your bare breasts and hard nipples as you shimmy out of your skirt and slide panties down your legs at lightning speed.
Before he has a chance to act, you step forward and sinking down onto your knees. He watches you like a hawk, his mouth falling open in anticipation. Pulling his boxer-briefs down his thighs, you’re pleased to find his cock is just as big and beautiful as the rest of him. You’re not entirely sure he’ll even fit in your mouth, but that’s not going to stop you from trying.
Wrapping your fingers around the length of his bobbing cock, you waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking on his thick head as you stroke him root to tip. Glancing up, you find him staring down at you with an unnerving intensity. His eyes locked on your mouth wrapped around his cock and twist his fingers into your hair.
You’ve never minded sucking cock, yet now, with this massive Alpha, you can’t imagine wanting anything more than to choke on him. To take him so far into your throat you’ll be horse afterward. The very thought of it makes your aching cunt clench, clit throbbing between your legs, despite him barely touched you.
With a newfound determination, you lunge forward and swallow him until he’s lodged so deep your eyes begin to water, fighting the urge to gag. Sam shouts, a deep throaty exclamation as you hear him panting above you. You bob back, glancing up to get a look at him before swallowing him again. His head is tipped back, pink lips open as his forehead scrunches in concentration.
You work his cock as best you can, only able to take about half of his length into your mouth despite your valiant efforts. You can taste his precum on your tongue when your cheeks hollow out, sucking around his sensitive head and cupping his sack until he’s breathing out of his nose like a bull.
“Come up here, Omega.” Sam pulls you off his cock, spit hanging from your lips as his dick springs free. He pulls you quickly to your feet.
Sam’s hand slip over your hips to cup your ass before lifting you into the air, bringing your legs around his waist. He kisses you hard, lips scraping over teeth as you moan against him. Your body is practically vibrating, humming with arousal as you rub your pussy over his stomach in an utterly desperate attempt to get some relief.
“Please, fuck me,” You beg, one hand holding on his shoulder while the other grips the meat of his thick bicep. “I want you inside me.”
It’s true, you find yourself needing him in a way that you’ve never even come close to experiencing before. Yeah, you’ve fucked your fair share of Alphas, but Sam is something completely different. You’re aching for him right down to your bones.
And judging from how hard he is, twitching between your bodies, he’s feeling it too.
He’s not entirely sure your slick little pussy is going to be able to take him, at least not the way you’re begging for it. He knows how big his cock is, and if he just goes for it, plows into you hard and fast, it’s going to hurt.
You don’t seem the least bit concerned.
“Please, Alpha,” you plead, tipping your head back and grinding your clit over the hard muscle of his belly. “Sam.”
You resort to using his name and that does the trick. He growls, lifting you up and he slams your back against the wall. Reaching around he spreads your thighs and you reach between to line up his cock.
Looking down, you have a bird’s eye view of his ridiculously thick shaft and the wide, leaking head pressing into your slick channel. You’re wet enough that, despite his significant girth, he slides inside in a single thrust, rutting up into your body until his balls rock into your backside. You were afraid he wouldn’t fit but as he slides home, nestling to the root, and your pussy takes every last inch.
Somewhere in the dizzy, pleasure-soaked part of your brain, you’re aware that you never felt so full or stretched. And you’ve definitely never taken a cock this deep before.
Sam drops his head forward, biting your shoulder as he gasps into the sweat-soaked skin. His hips stutter as he pulls back, and as he rams back inside to the hilt you cry out.
“Fuck, I don’t wanna hurt you,” he grits. His mouth finds your neck to nip at the hollow of your throat. “But I wanna fuck you ‘till you can’t walk. Wanna knot you.”
You’re having an effect on him that he’s finding hard to control. He’s normally a master of self-restraint, never once thought he wouldn’t be able to stop if he needed to, but as your thighs tighten around his waist he couldn’t pull out even if he wanted to.
“Doesn’t hurt,” you gasp, rolling your hips trying to get him to move. “I wanna feel you fuck me.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs. Sam braces himself with both hands on your hips and begins to piston up into you with a power and speed that make your eyes roll back in your head. You lied, it does hurt. His cock is fucking huge and every plunge of his shaft is a test in how much you can take. But you’ve always liked a little pain, as long as it comes with pleasure. And the pleasure he’s giving you is bordering mind-numbing.
“Omega,” he groans, drawing his teeth down the center of your throat, starting under your chin and not stopping until he reaches a collarbone. “Gonna knot you, make you come all over my cock.”
You can’t speak. He’s fucking you so hard that every thrust knocks the air from your lungs. You just whimper and hold on. Your hand moves to the back of his neck before several fingers find his hair, grabbing a handful. He seems to like it when you tug on his scalp. You pull him back to look at you before kissing him between hurried breaths.
“You want my knot?” He demands an answer, his entire body, every powerful muscle, flexing in unison with each plunge of his cock. It occurs to you for the first time that neither of you thought of birth control, but you’re so far gone that now it’s almost comical. You’ve never wanted anything as much as you wanted his knot splitting you open and the feeling of him cumming inside you.
For the first time in Sam’s life, he feels completely out of control, practically feral, as you moan and beg him for the all the things he already wants to do to you.
“Yes, Alpha, want your knot.”
“Jesus,” He grunts, feeling the ring of muscle at the base of his dick begin to swell. He’s close now, rutting faster and faster, deeper and deeper. And then a new urge overtakes him, slamming into his senses as he fucks you earnestly.
He wants to mate.
With his knot swelling, you begin to cry out every time he forces it into your cunt, clutching around him like a dying woman.
“Gonna claim you,” he promises, his open mouth pressed to yours as you both pant and writhe against each other.
“Sam!” You scream as his knot pops as he forced it inside you with one long, hard grind until you feel as if he’s going to split you in two. You cum harder than you knew was possible, your body shaking and tightening as you tip your neck to the side, offering every last part yourself to him.
His cock is shooting thick, hot ropes of cum inside you as his teeth sink into your neck. Sam tastes blood - the taste of you is all iron and warmth. It makes his cock pulse, spilling everything he has until his balls are empty and he’s rutting slow and deep into your body.
Both of you are still moving but it’s all soft and slow. His lips kiss the swell of your breast as his hips rock shallow, up and down, slowing with each pass. When he finally stops, he buries his face into the slick sweat of your neck. He kisses his bite before holding you tight against his body while you catch your breath.
You rub his back, letting your hands press up and down his spine as he squeezes your hips, again and again, groaning when your pussy clenches around his knot. One hand slips under your ass, the other wide over your back as he walks you both to the leather couch. He sits carefully with you stuffed full of his cock.
Straddling him, you’re able to push forward to press your breasts into his chest. You want every inch of his skin sliding over every inch of yours. You want to feel him, not just inside, but around you.
Sam nuzzles under your jaw, nipping and licking his way to his bite. His knot is slowly fading but his cock is another story. He’s just as hard as he was before he came, the enormity of his length still deep inside your belly. Having just come like a force of nature, you should be satisfied. Instead, you find that your need is coiling, building quickly as you rock on top of him.
Once his knot is fully subdued, you entertain a maiden stroke. You lift your body up the length of his shaft, careful to keep the head inside. When you sink back down, Sam grits his teeth and makes a deep guttural sound that spurs you on. You find a rhythm, riding him at a comfortable pace as his cock fucks his cum out of you. It makes a mess of everything, including his very expensive sofa.
Your hazy brain looks around his apartment for the first time. You already know you’re on the top floor of the building from the elevator ride up, but you failed to note the sweeping view of the city from his enormous living room. If you were of sound mind and body you’d have a lot of questions, but all you can concentrate on is the way he feels inside you. He rubs lazy circles over your clit with his thumb as he arches up to kiss you.
It doesn���t take either of you long to cum again. You plan to keep your weight off his knot, giving your cunt a break because you’ve got a vague idea of how sore you’re going to be. Instead, he pulls you down onto him as his knot thickens and you happily take him, letting him knot you a second time.
The next twenty-four hours are a blur of sexual gratification. Any logical thought is overcome by this preternatural need for each other and Sam makes good use of the time fucking you until you can move hardly move.
He bends you over the dark granite of his kitchen counter, sliding into you from behind as your breasts slide across the stone. You make it halfway down the hall before you’re sucking his cock, letting him cum over your chest. And once you make to the bedroom, he’s got you on all fours, rutting into you like a caveman, grunting and knotting you as many times as his body will allow.
Unsure of how much time has passed - and not really caring - you whimper as you grab the cheeks of his ass while he slides inside you again and again. Face to face, he’s staring down at you. You could see the muscles in his neck straining as he struggles to keep going. When he reaches between your bodies to find your clit, you smack his hand away.
“I can’t cum again.”
He doesn’t argue, instead, he braces his hands on either side of your head and pumps faster.
Everything is wet, sweat soaked and stinking of sex - from your skin to the sheets beneath you. Sam’s dripping with perspiration, the slick sound of your bodies coming together bouncing off the walls as his drenched hair framed your face.
“Fuck,” he moans, burying his head against your neck, his mouth gaping open as he cums for the final time.
He flips you both over, letting you rest over his chest, your thighs wide around his waist as the minutes tick by and his knot recedes. Exhaustion doesn’t begin to express how drained you both are.
“I never thought this was a real,” you mumble, unable to lift your head.
“What?” Sam slides a hand up your back.
“True bonds. I thought it was some love-at-first-sight bullshit. But this is…I don’t even know.”
“I didn’t believe either,” he huffs, a hand finding the back of your skull, finger tangling in your hair. “Never felt anything like you before.”
For the first time that night you feel his erection fading, cock softening as the uncontrollable urge to bond with his mate equalizes. You’ll have a lot of questions in the morning, but right now you just need to sleep.
“Shower?” He asks, lifting his head to look at you.
“Yes, please.”
He only joins you for a minute, washing himself before giving your backside a squeeze and kissing your shoulder before stepping out. You watch him through the glass door as he dries off and hangs the towel back on the hook, his buttocks flexing as he walks away.
You stay under the warm stream of water until your legs are jelly and can’t stand any longer. Wrapping yourself in a plush robe that smells of his scent, you walk back into the bedroom to find fresh bedding. Your Alpha is standing stark naked against the backdrop of wall-to-wall windows overlooking the New York City nightscape.
He sets his phone down when he notices you, grinning like a wolf.
“Feel better?”
“Much. I don’t suppose you have a pizza somewhere around here?”
“There can be. I’ll get you whatever you want.” He slinks toward you with predatory stealth, his head tipping to the side as he cups your face with his hands.
“I just wanna sleep.” You’ve never been this tired, or this satisfied. Every inch of your body is relaxed and ready to hibernate.
You’re compliant as he uses his grasp to tilt your head, exposing his fresh bite. He runs his thumb around the edge of his mark, grunting in approval. Leaning in to scent you, he drags the tip of his nose along your jawbone until it meets your earlobe.
“You smell like me now, Omega.” He smiles softly, kissing your temple.
You want to melt. Everything about him triggers a physical response in you.
“Let’s go to bed.” He unties the robe, letting it pool at your feet. Sliding between clean sheets, you lie on his chest, one leg over his hip. You might not want to fuck but you’re still in need him touching you everywhere possible. Within moments, your eyelids are closing.
Sam’s not far behind you, refusing to think about the series of repercussions he’ll have to deal with in the morning. Right now, he just wants to be here and that’s his last thought as he follows you into sleep.
“Where the hell is your brother?” John Winchester checks his watch, closing his leather-bound notepad and removing his glasses.
Dean looks up from his phone to his father who’s sitting rigidly behind a grandiose desk.
Sam missed the ten o’clock meeting, which is unheard of.
Sam’s never late. Never sick. Never plays hooky. He’s the son John wishes Dean could be, at least when it comes to the business. But, even inside these walls, Sam’s perfect performance is never enough for their father. Dean’s forever the golden boy and everyone knows it.
“Hell if I know.” Dean wiggles his phone in the air. “I’ve been calling him all morning.”
“We need the quarter three projections before the end of the day.” John taps his thumb on the arm of the chair. “Did we send someone to check on him?”
“Carol went over to his place; she said he didn’t answer.” Dean gets up, shoving both hands into his suit pants. His dad’s been in a terrible mood all morning and this is the icing on the cake.
Sam and John have been at odds for as long as Dean can remember. And while his father knows that Sam’s work is beyond reproach, it doesn’t mean they see eye-to-eye. In fact, Dean’s sure they’d find a way to argue about an agreement.
“We’ll stop by his place on the way to lunch. Your mother would kill me if she knew he was MIA and I didn’t check on him.” Reaching for his briefcase, John methodically organizes his papers and laptop before plucking his suit jacket off the back of the chair. “You ready?”
“Always,” Dean nods.
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Sam’s apartment is on the forty-second floor of a Manhattan high rise. Dean gives his best cop knock, calling his brother’s name but there’s no answer.
“I don’t know.” Dean shrugs, turning to his father who’s already on the phone to the manager. John owns the building so when he requests security to unlock the door there’s someone arriving within minutes, handing John a spare key.
The second the door swings open, both Alphas can smell the overpowering scent of sex. The place stinks of pheromones and there’s no question - Sam’s had a good weekend.
“I swear to God, Dean if he missed our quarterly review to fuck some little bitch I’m going to lose my shit.” John’s jaw ticks as he steps inside.
What their father is implying is out of character for Sam. Both he and his brother have had their fair share of hook-ups, but Sam’s never been on a bender before. But he has to admit, it doesn’t look good.
John saunters around the empty living room, tilting his chin toward a pair of panties on the arm of the couch.
Dean winces.
He watches his father stalk down the hallway toward Sam’s bedroom, pulling off his gloves and shoving them into the pockets of his overcoat. It’s not a good sign. John pauses in the doorway before entering and Dean follows because he might as well be part of the drama if he’s going to have to deal with the fallout.
Sam’s sprawled out in the middle of the bed, naked with the sheet pulling just past his cock but not quite up enough to cover his nest of dark pubic hair. He’s sleeping soundly, chest rising and fall as you lay tucked into his side with the crack of your ass on full display.
“Sam,” John bellows. Dean has no idea how either of you sleeps through his booming voice, but neither of you so much as twitch.
Walking over to the bed, John reaches down and slaps Sam on the bottom of his foot. This does the trick because Sam springs to attention, dumping you on to the pillow as he bolts upright.
“What the fuck-” He blinks, staring at his father who’s standing over him. Completely bewildered, his eyes find Dean by the door. His brother makes you’re-in-some-real-shit face, but Sam’s too out of it to get a handle on the situation.
“Get up,” John spits, looking from Sam to you. “Put some clothes on. I’ll wait in the kitchen.”
You have no idea what’s happening. Blinking awake, you can hear muted yelling from somewhere outside of the bedroom. You’ve no idea how long you slept but it wasn’t enough because you can barely move. Taking a moment to collect yourself, you find Sam’s robe and put it on before following the sound of the argument.
When you round the corner from the hall to the living area of the sprawling apartment, Sam and two other men stop to look at you. Sam’s bare-chested, a pair of pajama pants hanging low on his hips while the two guys he’s talking to are dressed to the nines in suits and wool coats.
The older man looks you from head to toe before turning back to Sam. “I hope she fucks as good as she looks.”
“Hey, this isn’t about her.”
“Apparently it is.” John’s eyes narrow back to you. “If she’s got you in bed at noon on a Monday, she’s part of the problem.”
“Dad,” The third man interjects.
“Stay outta this, Dean,” John warns. “I needed you there today, Sam. We’ve got investors showing up tomorrow and now I’ve gotta put my whole day on hold to go over your numbers. It’s unacceptable.”
“I’ll handle it.” Sam moves to get between you and his father but John’s already spotted it.
John looks back and forth between you and Sam, even turning to Dean as he chuckles dryly, glaring at you. “Un. Fucking. Believable.”
Sam swallows, standing his ground.
“What?” Dean asks, stepping forward.
“Look at her neck.” John turns to him. “He claimed her.”
All three of them turn to look at you as you tug at the soft white collar of the robe.
“Seriously?” Dean tilts his head.
“Let me explain-” Sam starts but his father is having none of it.
“Explain what?” John grimaces, inspecting you like a zoo animal. “Your mother is going to be heartbroken.”
While you’re not privy to the details, you’re getting the gist of where this conversation is headed and anger starts to build.
“What do you do, sweetheart?” John asks, smiling tightly.
“What?”
“I hope you at least have a job. Do you work or were you just waiting for a meal ticket?”
His hostility is so blatant it’s almost comical, so you answer him honestly.
“I’m a bartender at Mick’s over on-”
“Oh, wonderful!” He doesn’t let you finish, clapping his hands together dramatically. “I can’t wait to break the news to my wife that her son’s claimed a bar slut.”
“Enough!” Sam squares himself off, stepping in front you. “You can be mad at me, say whatever you want about me because I fucked up today. But she’s off limits.”
While you can’t see his father’s response, you hear him hiss.
“We came over here because I was afraid you were hurt. This shit is the last thing I expected to find. Disappointment doesn’t begin to cover it, boy. Your brother and I are going back to the office. Why don’t you join us when you’re done playing house.”  
He stares daggers at you as he passes by, whipping out the door as quick as he came. Sam’s brother just runs his tongue over his bottom lip looking like he’s got something to say. He looks from Sam to you and then back to his little brother before silently walking out.
“What was that?” You breathe as Sam turns to you, his face stoic as he eyes the bite on your neck.
“That was my dad.” Sam snorts. “Welcome to the family.”
“He’s always like that?” You inquire, still stunned.
“Did you know who I was when I tried to pick you up?” His eyes narrow and you recoil.
“I still don’t know who you are.” His implication settles in and now you really are mad. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You approached me.”
“I know,” He grimaces. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to - I’m being a dick and you don’t deserve that. I just - I wasn’t expecting my father to show up.”
You want to be more upset with him, but you’ve still got a million mating and bonding receptors going off at the mere presence of your Alpha. And he is your Alpha now.
“Who are you, Sam?”
“I’m a Winchester.”
The name swirls around in your head, you’ve heard it before.
Then it comes to you.
“Winchester, as in, The Tower Winchesters?”
The Tower is a nickname given to the massive white bio-research facility not far from where you are now. It’s a modern white skyscraper dominating the city skyline, people use it as a reference point when giving direction to tourists because it’s visible from so far away. It’s real name is Gilead Science and Research. Even you, who knows nothing about that field, is aware it’s a titan of the industry.
And the Winchester family’s reputation precedes them. You don’t have an instant recall but you’ve read about them before, you know it.
“Yeah. That’s us.” Nodding Sam places both hands on the counter, leaning forward to a breath. “I have to go clean up my mess before my dad goes ballistic.”
“Okay.” You’re suddenly apprehensive. From the second you laid eyes on him you knew you wanted to be with him but now-
“Hey,” He can see the wheels turning in your head and walks to you, pulling you into his arms just as easily as he did last night. “We’ll sit down tonight and talk about how we move forward from here.”
“I need to go home.”
“You should just stay here, get some sleep.”
“Trust me, I feel like I could sleep for a week but I need clean clothes. I can’t wear your robe for the rest of my life.”
“I’d argue that I actually prefer it.” He smirks, reaching for the tie. “It looks good on you and it’s easy to take off…”
He leans in to kiss you with a gentle press of his lips, smiling against your mouth.
“I have to go, Omega.” His eyes linger on your face as he musters the self-control to pull away. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”  
If he wasn’t in charge of the investor’s presentation he’d take his sweet time. He’d gladly spend another hour making love to you - just to spite his father - but this is bigger than family dysfunction.
He knows he’ll never live this down. Dean’s made a million mistakes but they all seem to be forgotten in the wake of Sam and John’s ongoing feud. If they weren’t family they’d never have a working relationship. And, despite John’s constant criticism of his youngest son, he knows Dean wouldn’t be able to handle the business on his own. The boys work best as a team and there’s no denying it.
John was right about one thing - Mary is going to be beside herself and Sam knows it.
For a woman that wasn’t around for most of their childhood, she’s making up for her absence by overcompensating. Sam was twenty when Mary moved back from London, reconciling with their father and moving into the family home as if she’d never been gone. Like she hadn’t dropped her family like a hot potato when a more enticing offer came long.
When she moved home, Sam was the son that welcomed her with open arms. He put the past behind him, forgiving old grievances, moving forward, just happy to have her in his life. It was then that she started her desperate search to find him a perfect mate. She’d always meddled from afar, but now that she was live and in person Sam found himself being offered a buffet of eligible women.
Not that he minded. He is, after all, a red-blooded Alpha male. But Betas never did the trick and Omegas were few and far between, so he played along with Mary. Letting her set him up on blind dates and showing up for Friday night dinners religiously. She’s always had an idea in her head of what Sam’s life should look like and now he’s thrown a giant wrench into her master plan.
His mind wanders to you.
There’s no doubt that you’re meant to be his mate. Whether he wants to think of it as kismet or pre-determined biological destiny, what happened between you two is the single most intense experience of Sam’s life.
He doesn’t regret claiming you, in fact, he’s never been so satisfied with a choice, but Sam’s also a realist. He doesn’t know you outside of the wonderful whimpering sounds you make when he gets the angle of his hips just right.
On queue, his phone buzzes. Your name pops up on the screen and he swipes it open.
Y/N:  I’m going home
Y/N: But if you’re lucky I’ll let you buy me dinner
Y/N: And you can make me forget all those horrible things your dad said
Sam: When I’m done you’re gonna forget your own name
Sam: I’ll call you later
While Sam’s words are playful, he feels anything but.
John Winchester can smell weakness from a mile away. He never hesitates to use it to his advantage, regardless of family ties. Sam knows his father, he knows John will find a way to use you to get what he wants from Sam.
It’s only a matter of time.
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strangely-amusing · 6 years
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Delitescent
Characters : Yukhei (Lucas)  x You
Genre : Romance, Soulmate!AU
Wordcount : 5451
Warnings : Curse words
Note: Title probably won’t make sense, but yeah. I said it before, I’m not good at making titles. If you have beautiful words to share, please do! If you have similar names with the ones mentioned in this fic, please understand that i do not mean to offend anyone and the names that i use for the background characters are totally random.  Please do NOT plagiarize. This is an original story, and if you found any similarities with other writings then it is pure coincidence. I hope you all can enjoy this!♡
Delitescent [adj] - concealed; hidden; latent.
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“Yukhei!”
The tall guy grinned at the familiar voice, walking over to the table. He high-fived his friends lazily, throwing greetings here and there. He then took a seat on the plastic chair, leaning into the seat. “Sup?”
Johnny shrugged, taking a drag out of his cigarette. “Doyoung almost got arrested last night but that’s all.”
Yukhei snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I swear he’s trying to get himself arrested. He always does dumb shits.”
“He’s just trying to get into the officer’s panties, you know. I gotta admit she’s pretty cute.” Yuta chuckled, flicking the end of his cigarette. “but i don’t really fuck with the police.”
Yukhei and Johnny nodded, agreeing with their friend. Yukhei then noticed there was something off and looked around as if he was looking for someone. “Where’s TY hyung?”
Yuta shrugged, offering him a box of cigarette. “have no idea man.”
“Probably with his soulmate.” Johnny said nonchalantly, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Yukhei scoffed at the mention of the word, taking the box from Yuta’s hand. He then took a cigarette and put it in between his lips, taking out a lighter from his jeans pocket. He lit it up and took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before breathing out a cloud of smoke into the air.
“There he is, now.” Johnny suddenly said, pointing to a figure walking in their direction. The guy had a smile on his face, which was unusual for him. Yukhei stared at him in wonder, face scrunched up. “What’s with the creepy ass smile?”
Taeyong rolled his eyes and slapped his shoulder, taking a seat beside him. “No need to be rude, geez.”
Yukhei winced in pain, slightly surprised at the impact of the hit. Yuta chuckled, offering the box of cigarette to Taeyong. “Seriously though, what’s wrong with you?”
“No thanks. And I’m just in a good mood today, isn’t it wrong?” Taeyong said calmly, body relaxing onto the chair. Yuta raised his eyebrow, confused that Taeyong declined his offer. Taeyong never turned down cigarettes, this was the first.
“If you’re in such a good mood then why aren’t you smoking? You smoke like, 24/7 man” Yukhei squinted his eyes at him, confused by his unusual behaviour. Taeyong shrugged, taking a sip of Yuta’s soda instead. “Just trying to cut down on the tobacco that’s all.”
Yukhei let out a string of forced laugh, flicking the end of the cigarette. “Bullshit.”
“Did she make you do this?” Yuta questioned, a little bit amused that someone had actually succeeded in restraining Taeyong. Taeyong was a free spirited guy, and he despised any kind of restrain. This was new, and somehow amusing.
Taeyong shrugged as an answer, but the smile on his face told the answer. Yuta shook his head with an amused grin, taking a drag out of his cigarette.
Yukhei watched as one of the wildest and craziest guy he had ever met getting all soft just because the thought of a girl. He scoffed and blew another cloud of smoke into the air. Whipped as fuck.
“Is she that pretty?” Johnny joked, also amused that a girl managed to get Taeyong all soft just by the thought of her.
“I swear she’s the most beautiful person i’ve ever met.” Taeyong replied in a heartbeat, the smile on his face was genuine.
But to Yukhei, It was sickening.
Yukhei rolled his eyes, taking a huff out of his cigarette. He blew a cloud of smoke right onto Taeyong’s face, provoking the elder’s wrath. “the fuck dude?”
He shrugged, the corner of his lips quirking into a smirk. Taeyong squinted his eyes at him, his lips pressed tightly into a thin line. “Just because you don’t believe in soulmate doesn’t mean you have to be rude to those who believe.”
“Soulmates are bullshit, you know that.” Yukhei replied in a flat tone, taking yet another huff out of his cigarette. Taeyong shook his head at the younger’s behaviour, his face scrunched up in disgust. “You’re an asshole.”
Yukhei merely smirked at the insult, blowing another cloud of smoke into the air.
“Damn right I am.”
“Oh my god, did you really meet him yesterday?? Did his words match with the ones on your arm??”
Annoyed, Yukhei purposely put his tray down a tad bit harder, resulting in a rather loud banging noise. But the girls behind him didn’t seem to notice, too busy gushing about their friend’s soulmate.
“I’m a bit confused though, are the words supposed to be the first words our soulmate say to us?” One of the girls asked, looking at her arm in wonder. The other girls rolled their eyes, shaking their heads in disbelief. “No silly! Its the first time you hear their voice, so it doesn’t have to be addressed to you. It could just be when you hear them talking to others.”
“I see! All these years i thought our first meeting is going to be terrible!” The girl said, proceeding to show her friends her inked arm. Yukhei glanced at the girl’s direction, noticing the curse word written on the inside of her wrist. He let out a scoff, shaking his head in disbelief. “Soulmate ain’t shit.”
One of the girls heard him and proceeded to offered him a smile, giving him a pat on the back. “Don’t worry. You’ll find yours soon.”
Yukhei grimaced in disgust when he heard her words, ready to spill insults from his mouth. “Soulmate this, soulmate that, You people are always talking about your goddamn soulmates when no one fuckin’ asks! Don’t you have better things to do than just staring at those goddamn words on your arms all day like a fool?!”
The chattering in the busy restaurant suddenly vanished, Yukhei being the centre of the attention for his sudden outburst. The girl was shocked, and she retracted her hand immediately. Yukhei scoffed, realizing that the spotlight was on him. He then grabbed his wallet and phone from the table, leaving his food untouched. He glared at the girl one more time before leaving, gaze as cold as ice.
“Fuck soulmate.”
Stepping out of the restaurant, he quickly made his way to the nearest fast food chain, stomach still grumbling. He entered and ordered a sandwich, opting to eat it on his way home rather than in the restaurant where unwanted incident like earlier could happen again.
With a BLT in hand, he slowly walked home. Munching on the sandwich, his gaze travelled everywhere. He couldn’t help but to scoff when he saw a couple walking hand in hand, their blushing faces and the sound of their giggles made Yukhei sick. He then quickly threw away his unfinished sandwich, not feeling hungry anymore.
Yukhei fastened his pace, wanting nothing more than just to sleep and take a rest from the seemingly cruel world for awhile.
“I’m home.” Yukhei said in a flat tone as he entered the house. There was no reply, as expected. He locked the door behind him and took off his shoes, an exhausted sigh leaving his parted lips. Today was quite eventful, it almost seemed like everyone around him was rubbing it in his face. Their soulmates, their first meetings, all of the things that Yukhei despised.
He walked to his room, all while cursing out all the people he saw today. He lazily changed his clothes, opting for only a black trainings. He threw himself on top of the bed, recalling this evening’s incident. He groaned, covering his face in embarrassment when he remembers how he basically shouted at a random girl in the middle of a restaurant. He didn’t mean to shout at the poor girl, but her words triggered something in him. Hearing the girl gushing about her soulmate was one thing, but hearing the girl’s words for him was another.
“I’ll find mine soon, she said.” He scoffed, lifting up his arm.
“Fuck soulmate.” He said once again, looking up at his bare, ink-free arm.
It was 8 PM when he finally woke up from his nap. Eyes half lidded, he went to the kitchen to find some food. The house was dark, not a single light was on. He sighed, turning on the lights. “I should’ve turned it on before i slept.”
He opened the fridge and cursed when he found only a bottle of expired coke in the fridge. He loudly shut the fridge, walking back to his room lazily.
He sat down on his bed and grabbed his phone from the night stand, checking for any important calls or texts.
There were 3 texts from his mother, which he immediately ignored. He already knew the message without having to open it, so he deleted the texts as soon as he saw them.  The other 4 texts were from different people, 2 from Yuta and the other 2 from an unknown number. He opened the text from the unknown number first, mildly curious about the text.
Fr : +82-2-5XX-3XX
Hey cutie
Yukhei raised his eyebrow, slightly creeped out. He then re-read the text, trying to recall if he has drunkenly given out his numbers at the club last night. When he was sure he didn’t, he opened the second text.
Fr : +82-2-5XX-3XX
Wanna hang tonight?;)
Yukhei squinted his eyes at the text, now doubting his memory. He then ignored the text and proceed to open the ones from Yuta.
Fr : Bro
I just gave Soojin your number.
“Who the fuck is Soojin??” Yukhei mumbled to himself, trying to recall any Soojin he might know. Confused, he opened Yuta’s second text.
Fr : Bro
She’s kinda dumb, but she’s smokin’ hot, man.
The corner of his lips immediately curved into a wicked grin as he read the text. He didn’t remember knowing any girl named Soojin, but if she was smokin’ hot just like Yuta claimed, then he’ll be on his way in lightning speed. He immediately opened the previous messages and added the numbers to his contact. He licked his lips as he typed in an equally suggestive reply, thoughts already corrupted the minute he read Yuta’s second text. Getting an address in under a minute, he then immediately stood up from his bed, the smirk never leaving his face.
He hastily put on his clothes, grabbing his wallet and phone, and a couple of small foil packaging. Reading the address on his phone once again, he then left the house in a hurry.
“Fuck, Does this chick live in a goddamn cave or what?” Yukhei cursed out, pupils focusing on the small screen of his phone. He had been trying to find the girl’s address for the past 30 minutes, and yet the GPS didn’t help him in any way. The GPS told him that he had already arrived, when in reality he was in the middle of a park in the middle of an unfamiliar neighbourhood. He tried calling the girl numerous times, but it seemed like either she was drunk or just extremely stupid because instead of giving Yukhei the right direction she sent him nudes. He admitted that she was indeed hot, but how was he supposed to do anything about it when he can’t even find her address? Letting out a desperate sigh, he decided to go home. “Fuck it.”
He turned around to head home, a cyclist from the opposite direction passing near him. He paid him no mind and continued to walk, still mumbling about how stupid that chick was.
A loud thud from behind him immediately caught his attention, his head automatically turned to search for the source of the sound. In his sight was the cyclist that he saw earlier, and a girl on the ground. He immediately caught up with what happened and proceed to approach the two. The cyclist saw Yukhei and hurriedly sped off, mumbling a quick apology to the girl. Yukhei gritted his teeth in annoyance, opting to curse him out.
“Asshole!”
Yukhei then watched as the cyclist disappeared into the dark, fingers balled up into a fist. He then heard shuffling sound near his feet and looked down at the figure on the ground. “Oh god, Are you okay?”
You nodded, trying to hold in the piercing pain on your knee. The guy was intimidating, and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. He looked at you with worried gaze, crouching down to match your height. “I’m Yukhei, I just want to help.”
You nodded, trying to stand up slowly. Yukhei’s hands immediately went to hold your arms, supporting your weight. Yukhei carefully observed you, trying to find any wounds or bruises that might hurt. “Are you hurt?”
You didn’t quite hear him because you were too busy looking around, trying to find the book that you were holding earlier. Yukhei noticed your wandering gaze, instantly looking around as well. “What are you trying to find?”
You pressed your lips into a thin line, opting to ignore his question. He stared at you in wonder, mildly annoyed that you basically just ignored him. “Hey I’m just trying to help yo-“
You immediately ran to the bushes near by when you spotted a familiar maroon book, effectively cutting Yukhei off. Yukhei stood there, dumbfounded that he just got ignored by a girl that he just helped not 5 minutes ago. He watched as you carefully picked up your book, face scrunching up in annoyance. “You’re searching for your book. You could’ve just told me you know.”
You looked up at him for the first time, giving him a sheepish smile. Yukhei parted his lips to say something, but found himself stunned at the beauty in front of him. Although the park  was poorly lit and almost half of your face was covered by your bangs, you were easily the most beautiful person he had ever met.
Yukhei met a lot of pretty girls in a daily basis, and all he felt for them was nothing but lust. That might be the result of meeting them in night clubs and bars, but this was new for him. Meeting someone in the park was never his forte. But then again, this was something he didn’t expect to happen.
“Um, well, do you need any help getting home? Its kind of dark, something like that might happen again.” Yukhei offered, his voice a little bit unstable. He cursed silently to himself for almost stuttering, wondering why a girl that he just helped was making him feel this way.
You looked up at him, still a little bit intimidated by his looks. But he just helped me, right?
You nodded after a while, resulting in a smile blooming on Yukhei’s face. Your fear quickly vanished, Yukhei’s smile was turning your impression about him 180°.
You then started to walk, Yukhei following close behind.
“What’s your name?” He awkwardly asked, fiddling with his fingers. This was the first time in such a long time that he had to ask a girl’s name, and he couldn’t help but to feel a tad bit nervous.
You glanced up at him, lips curving into a small smile. He’s actually very cute.
You then pointed at the corner of the book cover, tapping softly on the hard cover. Yukhei leaned closer, trying to read the small word.
“Y...Y/n? Is that correct?” He asked, eyes squinting at the small letters. You nodded, suddenly feeling shy at the close distance between the two of you. Yukhei noticed and immediately stepped away to the side, creating a distance between the two of you.  
He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but to feel scared around you. He was scared he might accidentally do something he’ll regret.
All of these feelings were new to him, and it made him slightly confused. Yukhei was a smooth talker but ironically, he found it hard to find interesting topics to discuss with you.
He stared at you in wonder, a part of him amused at the effect you had on him.
She’s different.
You stopped right in front of your house, sighing in relief. Finally.
It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy the past 15 minutes you had spent with Yukhei. He was surprisingly cute, and his cheesy jokes made you smile all the way home. But that was the reason why you wanted to get home as soon as possible. You didn’t want to develop any feelings for him, and it was bad enough that he was literally the definition of your dream guy. The guy of your dreams that somehow helped you and walked you home in the middle of the night? It sounded too good to be true.
You turned around to face Yukhei, offering him a small smile as a sign of gratitude. The smile he had on when he first offered to walk you home was gone, and for a moment you were worried if it was because something that you did.
“If you’re uncomfortable, you could’ve just declined my offer, you know.” He bitterly said, chuckling humourlessly. “I mean, I get it. My arms are covered in tattoos and I reek of cigarettes, but it would be way less offending if you turn down my offer in the first place rather than accepting it but not saying a word during the whole thing.”
You panicked for a moment, wondering how on earth he would think that way. But then you realized that he was a stranger and he didn’t know a thing about you, you should’ve known that this would happen.
You sighed, frustrated that he got it wrong. But to think again, you were the one to blame.
Yukhei heard your sigh and misunderstood it as an answer. “I’ll leave now. Don’t worry about me memorizing your address, I’ll probably forget it the second I set my foot outside.”
Yukhei turned around to leave as soon as possible, but a little tug at his sleeve stopped him. He raised his eyebrow when he found you holding to his sleeve tightly, preventing him to leave. “What are you trying to do?”
You sighed once again, unlocking the front door and gesturing him to come inside. Yukhei raised his eyebrow, confused by your sudden invitation. “Are you sure? I’m basically a stranger, you shouldn’t let me inside.”
Without a doubt, You nodded and stepped inside, taking off your shoes. Yukhei stepped i, still wondering how he managed to get into this situation. “Should i close the door?”
You nodded, walking to the kitchen and leaving him at the front door.
“Is she really letting me inside?” Yukhei mumbled under his breath, closing the door. He knew he could use this opportunity to try to lure you into bed, but he didn’t feel like it. It was odd, considering that the reason he was outside in the park was because he was tryin’ to fuck.
The clinging sound of the glass caught his attention, and he quickly locked the door and made his way to the kitchen.
You were stirring your drinks, the smell of cocoa lingering in the air. Yukhei sat down at the opposite side of the counter, not sure what he was supposed to do. He then took off his leather jacket and put it on the stool beside him. He watched as you finished making the drinks, eyes darting between the mugs and your face.
You then pushed one of the mug towards him. Yukhei slowly took the mug, still unsure about him being in your house. “T-Thanks?”
You smiled and nodded, taking a sip of your own cocoa. Yukhei then took a sip as well, the hot liquid washing the ashy taste of the cigarette left behind. He then gulped down almost half of the mug, liking the way the drink makes him feel all warm. He then put his mug down, a genuine smile decorating his face. “Its hella amazing.”
You chuckled silently at his response, merely nodding. Yukhei was content with the current situation, the hot cocoa, the comfortable atmosphere, and you. But there was still one thing that bothers him.
“Hey... not trying to be rude or anything... but why did you let me in? What are you trying to do exactly?” He asked in a rather small voice, afraid that you might take it the wrong way. You put down your mug and pulled out your phone from your pocket.
Yukhei stared as you typed something in your phone, bewildered that you basically ignored him, for the second time of the day. He was pissed,  ready to lash out his anger. “If you only want to igno-“
You looked up at him and held out your index finger, an indication for him to stay quiet. He opened his mouth to complain, but decided not to as you shot him a glare. “Fine.”
You then nodded and typed in a little more, before giving the phone to Yukhei. He took the phone from your hand, eyes full of doubt. He then looked down at the cracked screen of your phone, trying to read the small letters.
You waited as he read the little message that you wrote for him, taking yet another sip of your cocoa. Yukhei then put the phone down on the counter, eyes wide and jaw hung open. “Y-You’re mute?? Oh god I’m so fuckin-“
You shook your head in his poor choice of words, instantly shutting him up. Yukhei covered his face with his hands, groaning. “God i’m such a jerk.”
You watched closely as he continued to curse himself, amused by his reactions.
“I just--Oh god I’m so sorry for assuming shits.” Yukhei groaned, too embarrassed by his previous words to look at you in the eyes. You tried to cut him off to say that it’s okay, because it wasn’t even his fault to begin with. But Yukhei didn’t stop, still cursing himself for being so ignorant.
You decided to wait until he’s done, finding it fruitless to try to interrupt him. You then took the time to observe him from head to toe, blushing slightly when you take a good look at his face. He was attractive, that was a fact. But there was something about him that draws you in, and you weren’t sure if it was his eyes, his jaw or his arms. You didn’t know why but somehow his arms caught your gaze. His arms were veiny and there were small tattoos here and there, but there was something off and you couldn’t figure out what it was.
“Y/n? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
You looked up at his face, slightly embarrassed that he just caught you ogling his arms. You shook your head with a sheepish smile on your face, silently apologizing for not paying attention.
Yukhei noticed that you were looking at his arms and automatically looked down at his arms as well, trying to find what it is that catches your attention. “Are you looking at my tattoos?”
You shrugged, not really knowing how to answer his question. You were technically looking at his tattoos but at the same time you weren’t because his tattoos weren’t exactly the thing that you were looking for.
Yukhei raised his eyebrow at your response, the last thing in his mind now at the tip of his tongue. “Were you... by any chance... looking for my soulmate mark?”
You blushed madly, surprised that he actually managed to guess it right. Before you could reply however, he covered his arm protectively. His expression turned sour, and his gaze turned murderous. “Just so you know, I don’t believe in soulmates.”
You were taken aback by his defensive response, slightly scared by his predator gaze. You glanced at his now covered arm and something clicked in your mind. He doesn’t have a mark, that’s why he is being so bitter.
You stared at the guy in front of you with pity, now understanding his sudden change of behaviour. Although some people were born with no marks, the condition was rare. Very rare that only less than 1% of the world’s population suffered from the condition. You knew this because your mother used to be one of them. Since you were young, the word on your arm always made you upset. Every time you feel sad, she would always tell you how she lives in constant fear of not having a soulmate for 2 decades. Luckily, at the age of 24 she finally got her mark.
But not everyone was as lucky as her. In some cases, some people stayed with no marks all their lives. No one knew why it happened, but then again no one could explain the mysterious mark on their arms either.
There was a possibility that Yukhei haven’t got his mark yet, but judging from the guy’s toxic mind-set about soulmates, he probably wouldn’t care when he got one.
The atmosphere turned uncomfortable, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. You then silently typed in something into your phone, attempting to cheer him up. Yukhei refused to take the phone from your hand when you offered him the phone, so you decided to play it out loud.
“I’m sorry, I just thought that your soulmate must be so lucky to have you as their soulmate.” The robotic woman voice blasted from the speaker of your phone.  
Yukhei looked up at your face with confusion written all over his face. “You don’t even know me.”
You shrugged, typing in yet another response. “I don’t, but i do have feelings that you’re a great person. And my guess is usually correct.”
Yukhei scoffed at your cheesy response, but a moment later cracked a smile, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, if you say so.”
You grinned in delight, happy that you succeeded in making him smile. You then typed in another response, carefully picking your words. You then put the phone down and played it out. “To be honest, I think that having your arm bare is better than having your arm with a mark like mine.”
Yukhei stared in wonder as you proceeded to rolled up your sleeves, showing him the word written on your arm.
ASSHOLE
Yukhei chuckled when he read the word on your arm, imagining how embarrassing it must’ve been to have such a word embedded on your arm. You chuckled along with him, staring at the word on your arm.
“Wow what a shitty soulmate that you have there.” He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. You couldn’t help but to agree with him, the word on your arm had been causing troubles since literally the day you were born.
“I guess you’re right. Yours is pretty embarrassing.” Yukhei said, still chuckling. His laughter slowly died down, and his mind wandered. He then looked at you and found his lips curving upwards into a smile. “This might sound weird since we just met like half an hour ago, but I’m so glad I met you.”
You chuckled, not knowing what else to respond to his unexpected confession. You mouthed him a “Me too” as an answer, blushing profusely.
“I don’t know, its just that i feel like you’re different, you know?” He continued, but then added an explanation quickly. “Not because you can’t speak, don’t get me wrong.”
You shook your head, a small smile decorating your face. You knew he didn’t mean it like that, and even if he did it didn’t really offend you since you were different from other people and it wasn’t something bad, you were perfect just the way you were.
Yukhei couldn’t stop staring at you, not even trying to hide the fact that he adores what he sees. His mind wandered to the moments earlier, when he first saw you. For a moment he got a little bit pissed, remembering the cyclist that hit you over and just left you on the ground. But then he tensed up. He then slowly looked up at you, eyes wide.  
You noticed the lack of joy in his expression, confused by his sudden change of mood. You quickly mouthed, “Is something wrong?”
Yukhei gulped. “Remember when you got hit by that cyclist earlier?”
You nodded, wondering why he suddenly wants to talk about it. Yukhei bit his lips, looking up at you with hopeful gaze.  “Don’t you remember what i said?”
Confused, you scrunched up your face. You then shook your head, genuinely confused by the direction of the conversation. Yukhei let out a low groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.  
“Oh my god, I am your shitty soulmate!”
Your eyes widened as you quickly looked down at your arm, jaw hanging open upon the realization. He IS my shitty soulmate!
You looked down at the word on your arm, then at his face. So he’s the one who gave me this mark!
You looked up at him with a wide smile on your face, delighted that you finally found your soulmate, although a part of you wanted to punch him so bad because of the mark he gave you. Yukhei ran his fingers through his hair, laughing breathily. “That’s why i have no soulmate mark... it makes sense now.”
Seeing his adorable joyful expression, you decided you could punch him later on. You couldn’t help but to smile along with him, the lively atmosphere was making you all warm inside.
Yukhei stared at his bare arm, now smiling instead of frowning like he used to. “All these time i thought i’m a lonely piece of ass, I didn’t even realize the possibility behind the lack of mark that i have.”
His gaze then landed on you, who were still looking down at your arm with a goofy smile. His expression softened as he saw your smile, heart beating faster at such sight. “Hey.”
You looked up at him, a smile decorating your face. Yukhei chuckled, slightly blushing because of how beautiful you looked. “Look I know this might be weird since we literally just met..”
You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as your heartbeat accelerated, patiently waiting for the rest of his sentence.
Yukhei let our a rather sheepish laugh, still not believing how ridiculous your first meeting is. “I’m so sorry for marking your skin with such an inappropriate word.”
You broke into a wide smile at his remark, shrugging. You then typed in a response into your phone, playing it out loud. “Its better now that i have a heroic story behind it.”
Yukhei covered his face in embarrassment, chuckling lowly. “What kind of hero gives his soulmate an awful mark??”
“You.” The robotic voice blasted from the speaker, making Yukhei looks up at you. He then shook his head, his lips stretching into a wide grin. “I’m no hero, You know that.”
You raised your eyebrow, smiling playfully as you quickly typed in another reply. “You kinda are, but go off i guess.”
Yukhei chuckled at your response and unconsciously pinched your cheeks, his hand felt cold against your skin. You blushed at the sudden physical contact but made no attempt to hide it, he was your soulmate after all.
His laughter died down, but his hand remained still. The room was quiet, but there was no need of words when you were connected by hearts.
Although you liked the physical contact so much, you decided that it would be better for the two of you to bond over something.
You then typed in a sentence into your phone, playing it out loud for him to hear.
“Horror movies?”
Yukhei chuckled loudly, pinching your cheeks once again. “God, you really are my soulmate.”
Your lips curved into a smile as you stood up to grab a few snacks from the fridge, gesturing him to come over and help you. He was about to stand up when his phone vibrated, and he quickly pulled it out. There was 1 new message from Yuta.
Fr : Bro
How was she?
For a moment Yukhei was having a hard time remembering the person Yuta was referring to, You being the only person in his mind right now. But then he remembered the reason why he was walking in an unfamiliar park in the first place. He then glanced at you, who were preparing snacks, and glanced down at the screen of his phone. His lips curved into a grin as he typed in a short reply. He then put his phone in silent mode and put it in the counter before joining you in the kitchen.
To : Bro
I’m so glad she’s dumb.
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lynnearlington · 6 years
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HEY for the fall prompts idea! Lena and Kara Halloween dress up party! Maybe Kara dresses up as a puppy and Lena dresses up as a witch? Basically just some cute Halloween party, maybe Kara convinces Lena to do a cute "friends" costume (which is actually a couples costume)...I don't know just cute fall Halloween fun!
The party is a yearly tradition. Kara’s idea. The inviting Lena this time? Definitely Alex’s idea.
“You need someone to do a costume with and she’s your friend,” Alex argues, but there’s something about the way Alex says friend that Kara’s hearing picks up on and she tilts her head a bit.
“I don’t think Lena’s the kind of person to wear a costume,” Kara says slowly, thinking of her perpetually put-together best friend and trying to imagine her in a goofy Halloween costume.
Alex quirks a brow, a smile playing on her lips. “I’m sure she’d do it for you.”
--
Lena seems mostly confused by the suggestion as a forkful of salad hovers over her plate and she just sort of stares at Kara.
“A costume party?” Lena asks after a few seconds of silence and Kara swallows the bite of pasta in her mouth.
“Yeah, it’s where you go to a party and you wear-”
“I know what it is,” Lena interrupts with a laugh, her foot kicks out slightly and collides with Kara’s shin in a playful manner that spreads heat over Kara’s stomach.
“Do you want to come?” Kara asks, affecting a casual expression but feeling her chest go a little light with nerves. She twirls her fork in her food and keeps her eyes there a moment. “With me? We do this costume contest thing every year and I need a partner.”
“A contest,” Lena repeats with an interested quirk of her eyebrow.
“Usually I go with Alex, but she’s going with Maggie this year and James and Winn are doing something together and I-”
“So I’m your last choice,” Lena interjects with an amused twist to her lips.
“No!” Kara exclaims hastily, dropping her fork and leaning forward on the table. “Of course not. I’m just - I didn’t mean it - you’re my best fr-”
“Kara,” Lena says with a laugh, stopping the stream of words. “I was joking. Of course I’ll go with you.”
“Really?” And Kara shouldn’t be so affected by the soft smile that spreads over Lena’s face, but she is. Just like always.
“Really,” Lena confirms. “But if we don’t win this contest then consider our friendship over.”
Kara’s eyes go a little wide at the threat, but Lena starts to laugh almost immediately and it spreads warmth across her chest in a way that’s becoming far too familiar.
--
They spend the next few days discussing costumes ideas.
At least Lena refers to the talks as discussions, but Kara feels like they become arguments more often than not.
Apparently Lena has a competitive spirit that could rival even Alex’s. Or so it seems based on the intensity she projects every time they discuss costume ideas. It’s only mildly terrifying considering the memories she has of what her sister has done to insure victories in the past.
At least six of Kara’s ideas get rejected. Some too complicated, some not complicated enough. “Simple, but not simple,” is apparently what Lena’s going for. “Accessible, but thoughtful.”
It makes less than zero sense to Kara, but she just nods along. It’s charming to watch the way Lena throws herself into the project as if it were equally as important as the stack of quarterly reports Lena has on the corner of her desk.
During a particular session in which Kara keeps coming up with ideas that make an expression of exasperation grow on Lena’s face, Lena throws her head back against Kara’s couch with an exaggerated sigh. “Why are all your costumes food related?” She asks and Kara doesn’t have an answer for that other than.
“I’m hungry.”
It makes Lena laugh. The kind of laugh that always tugs at Kara’s ribcage and makes her want to press in close. “God forbid I forget to feed you,” Lena says with a familiar affection that does nothing to quell Kara’s desire to press their bodies together.
Lena gets up from the couch with a conciliatory touch to Kara’s thigh and walks towards the kitchen.
Kara stays on the couch for a few moments and tries to get the humming across her skin to calm down.
--
They settle on Danny and Sandy from Grease only after they take a break from brainstorming and Kara finds the musical is playing on a cable channel. Apparently Lena is somehow as much a fan of the movie as Kara is which surprises Kara.
“Completely achievable,” Lena says when they bounce the idea round. “You’ll be Sandy, obviously-”
“Wait, why obviously?” Lena laughs, reaches across the couch to tug on a loose strand of Kara’s hair. “Oh, right.”
--
It doesn’t occur to Kara exactly what Lena would be wearing for a Danny Zuko costume which is the main reason why she nearly chokes on her own tongue when she stops by Lena’s apartment to pick her up.
Jeans.
Lena’s wearing jeans.
Kara’s never seen Lena wear jeans. She rarely sees Lena wear pants much less denim. Tight denim, cuffed at the ankle and clinging to her body like they’re painted on.
That crush she’s had, that inconvenient all consuming crush that seems to hum across her skin whenever she’s around Lena, comes roaring to the front of her brain.
“Kara?” Lena asks, lowering her head a bit to catch Kara’s eye. It startles Kara out of her stupor and she clears her throat, a blush spreading up her neck when she realizes she’s just been staring.
“Yeah, hi.”
“Hi,” Lena repeats with laughter in her voice. “You okay?”
“Totally,” Kara says and she scratches at her neck hoping her face isn’t too red.
Lena has a look of skepticism mixed with worry on her face as she looks Kara over and then down at herself. “Is it not right?”
“N-n-no, it’s perfect,” Kara stutters out, running her hand down her side to get the clammy feeling on her palm to go away. “You look great.”
It doesn’t seem to entirely convince Lena, a crinkle still evident between her brows, but she shrugs a shoulder and reaches towards a side table near her door to pick up her phone and keys. “You ready?”
Lena doesn’t wait for an answer, just brushes past Kara out into the hallway and Kara flushes when their bodies brush against each other.
“Ready,” she answers and the lie sits thickly in the back of throat. Her body feels like it might vibrate out of her own skin, but Lena is waiting expectantly for Kara to exit the apartment so she can lock the door and it’s a wonder Kara doesn’t trip forward when she moves.
--
The first person to greet them when they get to Alex’s apartment is Winn who puts his fists on his hips and exclaims, “It’s a-me! Mariooo!”
Both Lena and Kara stare at him blankly for a few moments before his smile fades completely and his shoulders drop. “Mario,” he says in a normal voice this time. “Like from the video game.��
Kara shares a confused look with Lena that only makes Winn throw up his hands in exasperation. He looks to say something else, but James steps up and sets his hands on Winn’s shoulders before shooting them a warm smile.
“Hey, guys, Happy Halloween,” he greets. He’s in an almost identical costume to Winn’s apart from Winn’s being red and James’s being green.
“Happy Halloween,” Kara parrots and she steps forward to kiss him on the cheek.
They continue their greetings into the apartment. Maggie and Alex are dressed in what Kara’s later told is Bonnie and Clyde. J’onn and M’gann are perched on the couch, but they’re not in costume at all.
When Kara asks them why, M’gann laughs and J’onn smiles. “This is a costume,” he tells her, gesturing at the both of them.
It makes Lena laugh from where she’s sitting down on one of the chairs nearby and Kara joins in the sound, walking over to perch on the arm of the chair.
--
The party is close to painful for Kara.
Everything is mostly fine apart from the fact that Lena keeps pressing up against Kara at the most inconvenient times or brushing by her a little closer than normal. When Winn finally convinces Lena to bob for apples - something Kara never thought in a million years she’d see Lena Luthor do - it just complicates everything for Kara. All it serves to do is remind her that Lena’s wearing jeans because she’s bending over the tub to inspect it and she’s...bending over is really all Kara can think about for a few seconds.
On top of that, Lena takes her leather jacket off before she leans over the tub and the black shirt she’s wearing underneath is trimmed to her body, shirtsleeves cuffed up on her biceps. Kara’s never seen Lena in jeans and a t-shirt before now and while Lena pretty much always looks good this is a new and confusing experience.
“Lena looks good,” Alex comments as she comes up to where Kara’s mixing a drink in the kitchen.
It startles her and she misses her cup suddenly, a splash of orange juice falling on the counter. “Jeez, Alex,” she hisses, ripping a paper towel off a nearby roll.
Her sister just laughs and takes an amused sip of her beer. “You’re jumpy.”
“You snuck up on me,” Kara complains as she finishes cleaning up her mess and goes back to finishing her drink. She spares a glance for where Lena is pulling up out of the tub of water triumphantly with an apple in her mouth and an adorable pump of her fist in victory.
“Sure,” Alex says. “I snuck up on the Girl of Steel.”
Kara rolls her eyes and stores the bottle of orange juice back in the fridge along with the bottle of cranberry juice she had been using. “Nice costume, by the way,” she says in an attempt to change the subject, but Alex isn’t dissuaded.
“You want to tell me why you and Lena chose a couples costume?”
Confusion tugs at Kara’s brow. “It’s a couples costume contest,” she answers with a brief chuckle. “What else were we supposed to do?”
“I get that,” Alex says dryly and she leans back against the kitchen counter to observe Kara with that critical expression she always gets during interrogations. “But you guys chose a couples couples costume.”
“You’re not making any sense,” Kara says and she takes a sip of her drink.
“Kara you came to the party with Lena in a couples costume,” Alex emphasizes, but it doesn’t really erase any of Kara’s confusion.
“You’re the one that told me to invite Lena as my partner.” It’s difficult not to glance over to where Lena is standing next to Winn and laughing as he sticks his head in the tub of water and apples. The expression on her face is nothing short of joyful and Kara idly wonders when the last time she’s seen Lena this relaxed around a group of people.
“Kara,” Alex says, snapping her fingers in front of Kara’s face. It pulls her gaze back to her sister who’s watching her with a bemused smile playing on her lips.
“What?” It comes out more defensive than she intends, but she avoids her sister’s knowing gaze and focus on stirring a finger in the top of her drink idly.
--
They win the contest much to Alex’s dismay who counts the votes with a look of growing rage. Her eyes go wide as she gets to the end of it and she levels an incredulous look at Maggie. “You voted for them too?”
Maggie shrugs and leans back against the couch with an amused, but largely unaffected smile for Alex. “I had my reasons.”
Alex looks about ready to throttle her own girlfriend so Kara jumps to Maggie’s rescue and sweeps up the little trophy on the coffee table near the hat full of their votes. “Looks like this is ours!”
Alex goes to swipe for it, but Kara artfully dodges and lands back next to Lena who has the most disarming smile on her face as she triumphantly takes the trophy out of her hands.
--
Lena insists on carrying the trophy home herself and they walk out onto the leaf littered sidewalk outside Alex’s apartment to head home.
The fall air wraps around them comfortably and it puts a flush into Lena’s cheeks that makes her look all the more attractive. Her eyes are bright with victory and there’s a skip in her step as they walk down the street.
“Happy?” Kara asks with an amused smile as Lena continues to hold the trophy out in front of her.
“Immensely,” Lena replies with a little scrunch of her nose and a grin.
“I’m glad,” Kara laughs and when Lena bumps into her side with a happy conspiratorial smile meant only for them it’s nearly impossible to resist the urge to kiss her.
So Kara doesn’t.
Their noses bump a bit and it’s a little awkward, but Kara pushes into Lena’s space and presses their lips together with short but solid pressure.
It freezes Lena in place and she inhales sharply against the kiss, but doesn’t pull away. Not until Kara does, blinking nervous eyes at her.
It’s just puffs of air between them for a short few seconds with Lena’s eyes darting all over her face. And Kara’s not sure what to say - feels the kiss said all she needed to. Hopefully. Because words are eluding her at the moment and Lena’s lips still look so kissable.
“It’s the jeans isn’t it?” Lena says after a second, a whispered tease of words that Kara’s lips quirk at.
“It’s you,” Kara says softly and that makes Lena’s face go all melty and there’s a clang of metal hitting concrete when Lena drops the trophy to the ground and pushes back into Kara’s mouth.
They stay connected for a warm few seconds, Kara’s hands clenching in the leather of Lena’s jacket and Lena’s fingers threading through Kara’s curled hair.
Later, when their kissing tapers off into just warm fleeting presses of lips, Kara takes another glance at Lena’s denim clad legs. “I like the jeans though,” she admits quietly and Lena laughs so brilliantly that Kara has to kiss her again.
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DMC: Innocent souls 1
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Gaila whimpered as her stomach growled, her dull lavender eyes scanned the empty streets as she sat huddled behind a bakery waiting for the staff to throw away the unsold bread jumped hearing the backdoor.
The white haired child flinched as she hid farther behind the trashcans, it was Marco the bakery owner taking out the trash this time not his wife...Who was a sweet old lady, who secretly left lunch bags for Gaila knowing the that this was probably the only meal the little girl would have for a while...Marco however.
Gaila remembered the last time he caught her stealing from the dumpster. he grabbed her arm called her a dirty mutt and other names and threatened to report her to the cops if he ever saw her again...and she'd be damned if she was going back to that hell hole!
The eight year old noticed the old mans limp and felt a sliver of guilt when she recalled Bruno biting Marco's ankle to get the old man off her, however another rumble from her tummy soon flushed that feeling out. Gaila stood dead still as Marco took the garbage bag and threw in the dumpster; cussing about him being to old for this crap. The eight year old slowly stood up careful not to make a sound when a can dropped from the trash cans she was hiding behind. she threw her hand over her mouth so not to gasp. Marco whipped his head in the direction the sound came from.
"Whose there?!"
"If it's the same little bitch who bit me, good luck eating tonight!"
Marco scanned the alley waiting when a cat jump from where he thought the noise came from, with a dismissive grunt he reached into he pocket and took out a pad lock and chain. Gaila could only wince as she watch her dinner get locked away. she felt her eyes tear up as Marco walked back into his shop and turn off the lights. Soon the alley was in complete darkness And Gaila was left hungry. and wondering how a sweet old lady like Francesca got stuck with a cold hearted man like Marco... as Bruno nuzzled the little girl from inside her worn out hoodie.
The soccer ball sized demon frowned feeling he was letting Sparda down, as he could only watch his deceased master's grandchild live like this; suddenly a smell a cheesy garlicky smell... Bruno's ball like body shifted and looked outside the mouth of the alley. He saw a very lost looking teenager, sitting on his scooter squinting at his note pad; while the kid was busy Bruno jumped out of Gaila's hoodie and stealthily made his way over to the scooter.
The teen had gotten off to use a pay-phone, while Bruno opened the pizza box strapped behind it, the demi-devil arm switched to his knight form opened the pizza box; grabbed a few slices, and quietly closed it before silently running back to his young mistress. Gaila nearly had a heart attack when Bruno ran off, her eyes tried to see where he had gone when a large black figure with lighting bolt like eyes stared down at her the girl frowned "Bruno! where-" she was cut off by him handing her three slices of pizza still warm...
Bruno then went back to his smaller form and settled back into Gaila's hoodie as the eight year old greedily chowed down only slowing when she picked the olives off, she tried to give Bruno the last slice. but, he refused settling for the crusts and discarded olives, and with that the two were on their way out into night.
Meanwhile
Dante was pissed! that not only was the kid late with his pizza! there were three missing slices and there were olives on it! He contemplated whether he should complain to Romano. but, considering they'll bring up his tab...he begrudgingly let it go.
The next morning... Nero's pov in third person.
Nero slightly bobbed his head to the music coming from his earbud, while he waited for the light to change, It wasn't like he was in a rush or anything; as he took his sweet time getting to Devil may Cry, when the sound of a little kids giggling got his attention. the teen turned and saw a group kids oohing and awing at a little white haired girl in ratty clothes, who was bouncing a black and red soccer ball? he hummed thinking nothing of it, till out of his peripheral... when the girl stretched the ball out like silly putty and it bounced back into it's original shape. That's when Nero noticed the tail,rabbit like ears and the red lighting bolt shaped eyes staring at him...A demon!
The teen felt his stomach tighten "Hey you!" Nero yelled at the girl who jumped five feet in the air, Her purple eyes found his blue ones, in a flash she was off running, "wait" Nero shouted as he tried to follow, but a bus sped passed him blocking his path! When the bus was gone so was the girl. He went over to where she was standing and asked the kids about her they of course; scattered the second he looked at them, Nero scratched the back of his head looked down and saw a hat? he recognized it the girl was wearing it before she ran off he sighed picking it up:looks like he and Dante finally got a job.
Later...
"Yo, old man! you awake?" Nero said slamming the door open "I am now..." Dante moaned from under his magazine ignoring the old man jab he yawned and sat himself up gave Nero a tired glance which quickly turned to concern when he noticed how shaken up the younger male was. "what happen? Your girlfriend dump ya?" Dante joked trying to get a rise out of the teen who just glared at him.
"All have you know we're doing fine."
"Then the hell's got you all spooked?"
"I saw demon at the park on the way here...at least i think it was?"
"YOU THINK?! there's is no "you think" in this business kid! either it was or it wasn't...what did it look like?"
Nero gave Dante the run down, and jumped when Dante's energy changed "And you just let her run off with it?!" the elder hunter growled as Nero backed off "It's not like I meant to!" the teen argued as Dante calmed himself; grabbing his coat and weapons Nero gave him a wide birth just as Morrison arrived the old man could sense the tension the second he stepped out of his car. "What happen?" the old man asked as Nero awkwardly scratched his head "I s-sort of messed up." he repeated what happened on his way over.
Morrison eyes widened the child's description before pulling out a photo "Is this her?" Nero's eyes widened at the girl's photo. "Yeah! that's her!" Dante curiously looked over Morrison's shoulder, he could already tell this child wasn't completely human, which made the situation even more dire.
"Her name is Gaila Maxwell age 8; her social worker reported her missing three days ago, but, she been missing longer then that." Dante's eyes narrowed as he took in the kids features a weird feeling curdle in his stomach, he shrugged it off as Nero held the girl's hat out for Dante.
He could already smell the demon's stench on along with the girl's Morrison and Nero took the low ground while Dante took high, he was at the same park Nero had last seen the kid, when a slightly different aroma got his attention; it was sweet, mixed with grave soil and sage... "She gone to the hills." A voice said causing to look up at the trees when he noticed her,a woman with golden yellow eyes and raven hair lazily watching him from a large tree.*Who the hell is this?* Dante mentally screamed as his eyes drank in her appearance and frankly he was liking what he was seeing.
She was totally his type! she wore a plum scarf that faded into a sky blue, a nice rack that was safe and snug in black and yellow bikini top, with tight denim shorts with black g-string hugging her hips and shredded stockings. Dante gave her a sly smirk before shaking his head remembering what he was there for.
"Sorry what?"
"The little girl you're looking for... I saw her run off into woods towards the hills."
"Oh, yeah thanks..."
"just call me Ripple, it was good seeing you again Danny."
Ripple said jumping from her perch and calmly walking away, Dante just nodded and took off in the direction Ripple pointed out to him when a thought occurred "Wait how-..." the ravenette was already gone.*why does she know that nickname?!* There was only one girl who ever called him that... but, she *It's in the past, Dante focus on finding the kid.* with that Dante continued his job.
Meanwhile
Gaila was in a very bad situation after that boy had yelled at her this morning, she thought he was one of Marco's employees there to report her to police and that met social services knew where she was! so, she ran only she didn't know the area well enough, to realize there was something worst out here, then some cranky old man and it was hunting her...
"hurry up Bruno..." the little girl muttered rubbing her arms Bruno had gone ahead to find a way out of this forest; he said he'd come back for her when he found the exit. the white haired child sighed leaning against a fallen log as she waited for her friends return, when a sudden pinch stung her arm she looked down and saw blood leaking down her arm along with with a hole in her sweater she hissed in pain and confusion when had that happen? maybe she caught her arm on something?
Then it occurred to her, she had been standing still, in a clearing! with nothing sharp that could've pos- Gaila ducked and rolled just as a sickle came flying out of the shadows missing her head by a hair! but, managed to nicked her cheek. the eight year old yelped as tears welled in her eyes, she looked up in the direction the sickle came from. her stomach felt like a block of ice as these ragged twitchy deformed monsters emerged from the darkness. one of the monsters sniffed the air and let out a giddy giggle and he pointed at her "Blood of Sparda!?" it exclaimed as the monstrous horde approached the little girl, Gaila could only shut her eyes wait for the end.
Only nothing happened...Gaila's purple eyes looked up and gasped seeing a large demon standing in front of her and pile of bloody ash at it's feet; the rest of the creatures seemed to hesitate as they observed this newcomer, it's chest and eyes were a blazing orange, it's face was very human looking. Gaila assume it was male because of it's stubble like spikes on it's chin and large broad frame that it was made of black scales and red armor resembling a long red trench-coat.
Unknown to the girl, Dante was observing her too... And He was pissed right the fuck off! with every scratch and cut he saw on her tiny body. He calmly leaned down gently pulled a twig out of her white hair as he examined her cheek and arm, his face contorted into a snarl as primal growl rumbled from his throat.
He silently picked Gaila up and held her close to him as his enraged gaze landed on horde the demons responsible for her injuries and they could sense his killing intent; a few fled while they could. But, the few brave ones that stayed? Yeah...they Barely registered what had happened hit them; before Rebellion had pierced trough their rotted bodies like paper. "Damn you son of Sparda! you can't protect her forever!" one shrieked before rebellion tore it's body in half soon into dust.
Dante turned to the left over demons who shivered under his gaze "Boo." he hissed the demons flinched and took off into the night when he was sure they were gone, Dante de-triggered and calmly turned his attention at the little girl in his arms. Who was gawking at him, if he was her position he do the same, the half-demon smirked "Hey..." she blinked "hi..." she shyly whispered back Dante felt his heart flutter, before a twig snap caused Dante to whipped his head in it's direction he aimed ivory at the intruder only for the girl to grab his wrist "No, stop! that's Bruno! he's my friend!" she begged as Dante stared at her baffled.
"He's not your friend kid, he's a demon."
"Bruno's different he protects me."
"well, he's done a good job proving that today!"
"Please don't...hurt him..."
The child begged Dante was conflicted here he had a kid who was bleeding out and small soccer ball shivering under his gaze, the hunter growled holstering his gun, "Fine! but, if he I find out he was just a lure to get you out here-" he turned to the small demon with a looked that set a car on fire "I'll pop em' like a balloon" he hissed the demon squeaked and nodded before bouncing after the white haired man.
=============================================== This is set in a AU where Dante met Nero four years before DMC4 and is fostering/mentoring him.
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Dante 34
Nero 15
Gaila 8
Lady 29
Trish unknown
Patty 10
Morrison 47
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“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work...but there’s only one reason why it should...”
10 Weeks
“The medical term for morning sickness is "nausea and vomiting of pregnancy." Up to three quarters of pregnant women have at least some nausea or vomiting during the first trimester, and about half have only vomiting. The nausea usually starts around 6 weeks of pregnancy, but it can begin as early as 4 weeks. It tends to get worse over the next month or so.
So, it looked like I was gonna have a baby.
Niall took it fairly well, as well as I had expected in that kind of situation anyway. He told me he would support me, that he would make sure everything for me and the baby would be taken care of and that he would be there every step of the way. That was extremely comforting to me; to know that he was going to be there when I needed him and that I wasn’t going to have to do this completely on my own in that sense. It was also nice to know that he wasn’t totally freaking out about the idea.
He mentioned after I had told him my plans that he had a feeling that was what I was going to choose, it was something about the way I was looking at him while breaking the news to him earlier that day and that he had already pretty much come to terms with it. It took me awhile after that phone call before I let myself realize that he was absolutely right. There was probably never a doubt in my mind that I would keep this child. Even for the split second that my head had questioned it, I always knew in my heart what I had to do.
We spoke a few more times over the next couple weeks, really short chats on the phone just to see how everything was going, how I was feeling and how my very first doctors appointment had gone. I was still wary about inviting him along to those types of things, not even sure he actually cared, but he was excited to know that I had heard the baby’s heartbeat, it was strong and healthy and everything looked good so far. We hadn’t really gotten into too much detail about our own lives at that point, to be honest, the conversations were quite superficial and one dimensional (only really concerning the pregnancy) and that was a bit weird considering I was carrying his child. I didn’t really expect much more than that though, not yet anyway. We still knew nothing personally about one another and it felt a little awkward to try and delve into subjects that good friends or lovers may talk about. I wasn’t going to assume anything, I wasn’t going to put that expectation on him or on us, not at all. And I honestly figured eventually the time would come when all of that would happen between us, that it would be easy to chat with him and joke with him and tell him all the things that he should know about me. That a moment would come where it just happened; and it would feel natural and have no limits or hesitations.
It was a long shot maybe, but I thought it would be important later on to have some kind of relationship with the father of my child.
The dreaded morning sickness hit me in the very last part of my 9 weeks, like a shovel to the gut; I could barely make it out of bed for more than twenty minutes without hauling ass to the toilet. I thought I was going to end up being one of the lucky ones; you know, the ones that can make it through their pregnancy without any sickness or complications, floated through with minimal weight gain and no evil stretch marks, having a natural and uncomplicated birth with a perfect little baby at the end. Those people did exist, right?
Well, of course that certainly wasn’t going to be me. The nausea and vomiting came on like a freight train, barely being able to eat or keep anything down and it showed no inkling of easing up anytime in the near future. I had already called out of work three days the prior week and it had finally reached the weekend, Saturday being the very first day of my 10 week mark. I had plans to venture out to some fancy baby boutique with Niall, our first real attempt to try and get to know each other better, but I knew as soon as I woke up that morning that I wasn’t going to make it.
I hadn’t even had a chance to let him know that I was sick, hoping a shower before I needed to get ready would maybe help me feel a little better so I wouldn’t have to cancel on him. He was planning on picking me up at my flat; having texted him the address the day before, and while I had every intention of getting myself out of the shower and dressed before he arrived, I found myself wrapped in a towel with stringy wet hair and hovering over a puke-filled toilet.
It wasn’t the prettiest picture, that was for sure, but at that point I had become so sick and so weak, I wasn’t even sure that I would be able to get up to answer the door when he showed up.
As if on cue, I had just got done wiping another bout of vomit from the corner of my mouth when I heard Niall knock at my front door. My eyes rolled to the side as I hung an arm over the back of the seat and promptly used all my strength to yell out to him that the door was unlocked and to come in. In that moment, I didn’t even care what I looked like; truthfully I was way too sick to care.
My head was tipped down into the toilet bowl, my chin starting to tremble from how horrible my entire body felt when I heard his voice calling out for me within my living room. I couldn’t even speak up to tell him where I was, figuring he would eventually find me and before I even knew it, I heard his footsteps thudding across my carpeted bedroom floor. “Laine, where are ya, I thought we were goin’-...holy shit.”
He found me. Rounding the corner from my bedroom into the doorframe of my open bathroom door, I didn’t even have enough strength to sit myself up, my eyes slowly flicking over to him as I just barely lifted my head up from its place on the cold toilet seat. “Are you okay?” he asked, his blue eyes going big as he stared down at me. I must’ve looked like a total disaster.
“No,” I choked out, feeling the tears starting to ripple up to the brims of my greyish eyes, “I’m so fucking sick, Niall. I keep...throwing up and my body hurts, it aches all over and I can barely move! I can’t stop crying and I’m tired and whiny and gross and I...don’t...like it!” I was barely able to get the last of my words out between the heavy sobs and tears streaming down my face.
Running his hand up through his hair, he tipped his face down and let out a breathy chuckle, not to belittle my problems but more so because I think he was a bit perplexed as to what to do and I wiped my hand over my face as he leaned closer to reach down for me. His big hand gently wrapped around the back of my one arm and I yanked it from his grasp, shaking my head as my body trembled from sniffling back my tears. “No,” I told him, my voice small and weak as I rested my head back down on the toilet seat.
Stepping back, he sighed lightly as he settled his shoulder against the door frame, a silence falling between us as he just stared down at me. Like clockwork, I felt the sick rising in my throat and I pinched my eyes shut as I threw up into the toilet again. I heard a bit of a fumble behind me and then the soft brush of fingers along the back of my neck as Niall had stepped over to hold back my wet hair.
Spitting the nasty taste from my mouth when I was done, I took a piece of bath tissue and wiped it across my lips. “I’m so sorry,” I mumbled, shakily reaching up to flush the toilet. Niall crouched down next to me, his big hand gently rubbing over the top of my bare shoulder blades before I heard him huff out a breath.
“Nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, Laine...”
Resting the side of my face down on the fold of my arms, I could barely even feel my own skin, my body feeble and sluggish and I closed my eyes, desperately giving into my exhaustion. “I’m so...weak,” I whispered, my face pointed towards Niall.
I heard Niall swallow hard, his hand dragging its faint circles down the span of my back. “When’s the last time ya ate anythin’?” he softly inquired.
“Four days ago…”
“Four days?!” he repeated with a high pitched rise in his voice and I just knew, even with my eyes closed, that his brows were furrowed deep as he glared at me, “Laine, c’mon...that’s not good.”
“I can’t eat, Niall,” I contested in a low muttered whine, burying the side of my face deeper into my arm as I felt the tears start to well up again, “I’m...too nauseous and I can’t keep anything down…”
His fingertips ghosted over my back before I felt his touch pull away and a whoosh of air hit my exposed skin as he stood himself back up. “I’m gonna go see what you got in your kitchen.” I heard his footsteps slowly dissipate as he walked away from me and headed into the other room. I laid still for a moment; my head still cradled in the fold of my arms before I eased my eyes open and floated them across the walls of my bathroom. I knew I couldn’t stay hovered over the toilet forever. My bedroom was right outside the door and I figured I’d be able to at least make it in there and into my bed with no trouble.
I could hear the opening of my cabinets and the closing of the drawers of my fridge as Niall rummaged for something to feed me and I tugged my head up and locked my hands on the seat, bracing myself as I carefully pushed up to my feet. Still holding on, I was bent over the toilet and I took in a deep breath as I lifted my upper body up, turning slightly to attempt to take a step out of the bathroom. Not sure if I was underestimating my own body at that moment, but my frail legs gave up under me and I immediately toppled to the bathroom floor, my body heaving and choking as I immediately threw up again, this time the mess not quite making it into the toilet bowl.
I started to cry like a total baby, feeling like an incompetent waste as I was perched on my hands and knees on a vomit covered bathroom floor. I had sick splashed up my arms and down the front of me and my wet hair was stuck to the front of my face. The tears slipped freely down my cheeks and I struggled to pull in a jumbled breath as I fought to gather my strength. “Niall!” I called out for him, afraid to move an inch...even if I could, “Niall...I-...help me!”
He came running back into my bedroom upon the sound of his name screeching off my lips and he halted right in the bathroom doorway as he caught sight of me. “Jesus Christ.”
Bending down next to me, I tipped my head to the side to peer over at him, watching his lips roll into his mouth. He reached out and gently smoothed his fingers over the side of my face, sliding the wet hair off my skin and tucking it behind my ear. My stare darted with his and he stayed quiet as he shifted himself to ease his arms around me, one tucking under my thighs and the other rounding over my back. Hoisting me up, he situated my sickly frame within the cradle of his arms and slowly began to walk me over to my bed.
I still had vomit stuck to the tops of my hands and forearms as well as splattered down the front of the towel that was covering me and my eyes begged to roll back as Niall eased my debilitated body down at the side of my bed, my bottom just resting on the edge. His arms slipped themselves from around me and I looked up at him with a soft disheartening glance as he flicked his gaze over the front of me, the gears churning in his head as he tried to figure out what to do. “Gotta clean ya up,” he mumbled under his breath, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip as he turned around and stepped back into my bathroom. I watched with a morose languid stare as he wet a small washcloth in the sink before walking back out towards me, yanking my fuzzy robe off of a hook on the wall as he passed.
Struggling to keep myself sitting upright, I gingerly swayed back and forth, my entire body completely depleted of practically everything and I faintly gasped as he grabbed my one hand in his and began to wipe me clean. My stare stayed fixated on his face as he focused on cleaning me off and I watched the movement of his eyes under his pale eyelids and the tip of his tongue poke out between his pressed lips as he bent over me. He was kind and tender with his touch; wiping delicately across my skin as he held my forearms in his hands and I took in shallow breath after shallow breath as he quietly finished. Tossing the washcloth into the sink from his spot in my bedroom, he finally flicked his stare up to meet mine, peering at me through the tops of his half lidded eyes. “I’m gonna change ya now, is that okay?” he asked me, my head barely being able to shake out a nod as I continued to stare at him.
I swallowed hard, the burn in my throat from throwing up so much making my eyes water and screw shut just as he reached over and gently untucked the front of the dirty towel that rested at the top of my chest. Easing it off my naked body, I lifted my arms just enough to let him slide it all the way off of me, Niall balling it up before chucking it into the bathroom. He reached over beside me and grabbed the robe as he stood up and situated it to put it more easily on my body. My eyes flicked over him, catching a small smile tugging at his lips as he looked down at me and swung the soft material over my back, helping me move my arms into the sleeves.
Leaning over, he gripped to the front lapels of the robe, my eyes glued to his face and watching as his stare timidly drifted across my bared frame before he quickly snugged the robe over the front of my body to cover me up. Locking his eyes with mine, he gave me a tiny smirk. “I didn’t look, I swear,” he whispered, carefully tying the robe around my middle.
I breathed out a smile, my eyes fluttering as he snuck an arm around my waist and gently lifted me up to yank at the bedcovers, settling me down into the cold sheets of the bed. Pulling the blankets back up over me, he licked across his lips and patted down the duvet before walking around my bed and stepping back out of my room. My head relaxed into my pillow, my eyes easing closed as I drew in tiny calming breaths. I could still feel the sick wanting to swirl up from my belly and I swallowed over and over, determined to keep it down as the feeling crept back up into my sore throat. Niall quietly shuffled back into the room and my eyes slowly peeled open just as he made his way over to my side of the bed. He had a glass of water in one hand and a stacks of six crackers in the other.
Setting the crackers down on the table beside me, I turned my head slightly to watch as he held the glass out towards me, raising his brows. “Gotta drink this or you’re gonna get dehydrated,” he told me, helping to steady my head as I leaned up and took a sip. He let me take a few more small sips before putting the glass down and handing me a cracker. “Eat it.”
I looked down at the cracker pinched between my fingers before bringing it to my mouth, my eyes moving to him as I took a small nibble. “Thank you,” I breathed out, watching him give me an acknowledging nod. Standing by the end of my bed, my brows knitted briefly as he kicked off his brown suede boots and started to climb into the bed next to me.
Swallowing down a few more bites of cracker I had taken, I pushed my finger tips to my mouth as I peered over at him. “Wait-...what are you doing?” I asked, furrowing my brows in question.
Plopping down on his back atop the duvet, he let out a sigh as he tucked his arms up behind his head. “Well, I ain’t leavin’ ya here all sickly and shit,” he said, rolling his lips into his mouth. I puffed out a smile as I looked back down at the cracker in my hand, putting the last little bite into my mouth.
“God, I’m...really so embarrassed,” I muttered with a small sigh, rubbing my hand over my forehead as my eyes rolled back.
“Don’t be,” he quipped, turning his head to face me, “you can’t help it.”
I shook my head, my eyes flicking up to the ceiling. “I threw up everywhere. In front of you. All over myself. And then fell in it.”
Niall let out a raspy chuckle, the bed shaking from the deep sound as he gave me a hefty shrug. “Well, if it makes ya feel any better, I laughed so hard once that I puked on me shoe.”
Pinching my eyes shut, I coiled up as I burst out a laugh, the action making my aching body feel even worse. “Oh God, my body hurts so much,” I mumbled, hissing in a breath as I straightened myself back out under the covers, “don’t make me laugh!”
“Sorry.”
A hush fell between us for a moment as I slowly reached over my chest and grabbed a couple more crackers, quietly nibbling them down. Taking a sip of water, I laid my body back in the bed, throwing an arm over my head as I concentrated on the thin trails of sun streaming in through my windows that were dancing across the ceiling and I let my thoughts carry me. The crackers had settled my stomach a bit and I pulled in a heavy breath as I moved my fingers down to card through the front of my damp hair. “How did we get here, Niall?” I asked, my voice hoarse in my itchy throat as I finally spoke up.
His brows pulled in slightly as he glanced over at me. “What do ya mean?”
“Here! Me...knocked up!”
“Ha! I dunno,” he said, letting out a snort, “why don’t you ask your birth control that…”
My brows knitted as I tossed my head to the side to look at him. “Birth control? Why don’t you ask your condom...”
I let out a small huff as Niall’s eyes narrowed and searched over my face. “What...what condom?”
Rolling my eyes, I raised a brow as I locked my stare on his. “The condom you were wearing when we had sex?” I clarified, making my words come out a bit slower.
I watched his face go sheet white; his mouth dropped open slightly and his blue eyes went wide, so wide I could see every speck of gold that shimmered in them. I just stared at him, half afraid to know why he was looking at me like that and the other half not even wanting to know at all. “I didn’t...I w-wasn’t…”
My lips parted as I pulled in a gasp. “You weren’t wearing a condom!?”
“Y-you said…” he began, his words stumbling as he tried to explain the unexplainable, “you said…said y-you were good!”
Huffing out a breath, I quickly darted my narrowed eyes with his. “Niall in what world does me saying I’m ‘good’ mean that I’m on birth control and it’s okay to fuck me without a condom?” I screeched out, pinching my eyes shut as I threw my head back into the pillow and pushed a hand to cover my face. “Oh my God…”
I heard a low ‘oh fuck’ come from Niall before the bed faintly shifted as he turned on his side to face me. Pulling in a breath, I tried to settle myself, feeling the emotions start to overtake me and the abundant tears that I had been crying for the past week, once again pushing to the fronts of my eyes. “We were drunk, Laine...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, I-I’ve never done that before..I...I didn’t know–”
I let out a sigh. “It’s not your fault, Niall, okay, you don’t...you don’t have to apologize,” I said, gently cutting him off as I shook my head and slowly slipped my hand off my face to peer over at him. “It’s both our faults. We should’ve-...I don’t know.” I rolled my eyes as I pushed out a slightly disgruntled huff. “I don’t know...I can’t even think straight right now.”
Niall quietly nodded his head, his bottom lip tucking in between his teeth as he turned back over to lay on his back. We both laid there for a minute, staring up at the ceiling and pondering over the realization that we had both equally and consensually put ourselves in this very situation. It wasn’t one of those rare accidents that occasionally happens when birth control fails, no, we had willingly, albeit unknowingly, created this child...together.
I swallowed hard at the fact and slowly tipped my eyes downwards, letting my stare dance over the mound of blankets that covered my front. “Are ya feelin’ any better?” Niall asked, his voice unusually soft as it broke the small bout of silence and made my eyes flick over to him with a tiny smile.
“Yeah, the crackers settled my stomach a bit,” I told him, my fingers continuing to play with my damp strands of hair, “but I’m still awfully nauseous and I feel like total shit.”
“You want me to get ya anythin’ else?”
I shook my head at him, biting at my lip as he darted his eyes with mine. “No...thank you, though.”
Niall pulled in a deep breath, my eyes slipping down to watch the expand of his chest under the soft material of his shirt. The sudden flash of how soft his shirt had felt curled in my fist that night and of how heavy and solid he felt on top of me, instantly flooded my brain. My eyes fluttered as I cleared my throat with a twinge of pain wincing on my face before I looked back up at him. “Why don’t ya tell me a little ‘bout yourself, Laine?” he asked as my stare met his, “Now is as good as time as any since we’re not goin’ anywhere, I guess…”
I quirked an amused brow at him. “Doing this a bit backwards, aren’t we?”
“Better late than never!”
Letting out a giggle, I gave him a bitten smile as my teeth scraped over my lip before I pulled in a heavy breath. “Okay, well, I’m 22...almost 23,” I began, my words slow in my sore throat as my stare flicked around to match the movements of my hand, “I live...here in this...tiny shitty flat. I had a boyfriend called Steven, who used to live here with me until I walked in on him fucking one of my friends!” I flicked my eyes back to his, darting my stare over his face before rolling them to the side. “So that’s...exciting.”
“Jesus…” he breathed out.
My eyes went big as I huffed out in agreement. “Um, I have a younger sister who’s 20, her name is Piper.” I looked back over at him, his attention fully glued to my face, watching me as I spoke. “She’s off at uni doing her thing. I miss her, I don’t really talk to her as often as I should. My parents are divorced, I don’t talk to or see my dad, haven’t since I was real little and, well, my mum…” I paused, licking at my lips as I slipped my arm back down and flit my eyes off of his, “well, she’s kinda...always been in her own little world so…”
Niall’s brows knit at me a bit. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know...I don’t really like to talk about it, my sister and I...we didn’t really have the best childhood.”
“Oh...sorry.”
I shook my head, my brows pulling in as I looked back over at him. “It’s fine. It is what it is.” I gave him a smile, wanting to ease the weird vibe I had created as I tipped my chin towards him, “So..what about you?”
Watching his one eye scrunch up in thought, he slowly brought his stare back to mine, a serious look spreading over his face. “Well...I sorta...sing…”
We both burst out laughing at his lame joke, my hand pushing to my stomach as I wrinkled my face in pain. “Oh really?” I asked sarcastically.
He nodded his head in a turned down smirk. “Let’s see...I’m 23, I’m from a little town in Ireland called Mullingar. My parents are also divorced, and I lived with me Da growin’ up. I got an older brother, a little nephew too. I like to play golf, watch sport...eat...things…”
“Eat things...” I teased, watching him roll his eyes at me, “wow…”
Giving me a chuckle, he lightly raised his shoulder. “I’m not so impressive, to be honest.”
“Hmm,” I said, narrowing my stare at him, “I think you underestimate yourself, to be honest.”
“I could say the same to you.”
I let out a shallow scoff as his comment and Niall’s gaze locked on mine for a moment before I threw my head back and stared up at the ceiling once again. “I work at a fucking temp agency, Niall,” I proclaimed, peeking back over at him, “As a temp. I’m literally temping at a temp agency. I don’t know how more uncool a person can get. My life consists of living alone in my flat and watching stupid movies by myself in my bed all night.” I rolled my eyes as my voice faded and I dropped my stare to his socked toes. “Believe me, I don’t underestimate myself.”
“Well, I think that sounds just fine,” he said gently, his genuity making me look back up at him.
I breathed out a smile. “And I think you’re just trying to be nice.”
“I am. But I mean it to.”
My stare settled nicely onto his, feeling a tingly warmth pulse over my skin by the soft look in his eyes and I shakingly cleared my throat, ripping my gaze off of his. He let out a chuckle and nodded towards the TV that sat on a dresser at the end of my bed. “Why don’t ya turn on one of them stupid movies?” he suggested, his stare still focused on me.
Reaching over my chest, I grabbed the remote off the small table beside me and rolled over onto my side to face him, tossing it in his direction. “Here.” It landed next to his chest and he peeked down at it before grabbing it. “You pick,” I mumbled to him with a yawn, the side of my face burying into my fluffy pillow.
Niall let out a sigh and flicked the TV on, turning down the volume as he glanced over at me. My eyes had fallen closed, my exhaustion finally setting in as the sounds of the show he had put on slowly began to disperse within my ears. I was fast asleep within minutes.
I woke up sometime later with Niall whispering my name. It was subdued and gentle in my ear, and I lightly fluttered my eyes open, my weakened body barely being able to lift my own head up off the pillow. Catching sight of him standing next to the side of my bed, my stare was a bit blurry; the heavy slumber having overcome me and keeping my body tight in its hold. I could smell something, a faint smell...almost like chicken and when I finally blinked my eyes fully open, I saw Niall leant over with a bowl clasped in one of his big hands. “Take a bite,” he insisted, holding out a spoon to me.
My brows knitted as I let out a shallow groan. “What...what is it?
“Chicken Noodle,” he said, pushing the soup filled spoon closer, “I made it for ya.”
Tipping my head up from the pillow, he slowly fed me a bite, the soup actually tasting really good and the warmth soothing my throat. My eyes fell closed again as I licked across my lips. “You made it?” I asked him, my voice garbled.
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed out, giving me another bite, “went to the store while you were sleepin’ and got some stuff for ya.”
Easing my eyes open at his words, I let my stare drift over his face, his big blue eyes focused on me as he fed me another bite of soup. “You didn’t have to do that, Niall,” I told him, trying to keep my eyes from falling closed.
He let out a huffed chuckle. “I know that, but I wanted to. Wanna make sure you’re eatin’.”
Rolling my lips into my mouth, I dropped my head back down to my pillow. “Thank you,” I whispered, giving into the heaviness of my eyelids, “I’m really tired now though...I’ll finish it later.”
Niall breathed out a smile, carefully setting the bowl of soup down on the table next to me. I felt the covers being fixed around my body as I laid on my side and my eyes fluttered back open just as he lightly brushed some hair from my cheek. Peering up at him, I gave him a soft grin as his stare floated over my face. “I lied to ya earlier, by the way,” he spit out, his voice low.
I pulled my brows in. “You didn’t make the soup?”
Snorting out a laugh, Niall tucked his face down into his chest as he remained bent over me. “No,” he said, bringing his gaze back to mine, “I mean when I told ya I didn’t look. I did look. I was...lookin’ at your belly.”
“My belly?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, ya know...just seein’ how you’re growin’ and stuff.”
Moving my hand to tuck up under my chin, I gave him a little giggle. “It’s not much, I don’t really have a belly yet.”
“I can see it,” he stated in a muted whisper, making my eyes dart with his, “I can see my baby’s in there.”
Narrowing my eyes, I rolled them closed and buried the side of my face deeper into my pillow. “You’re fuckin crazy, Niall.”
He let out laugh at my comment, standing himself up. “Alright, Laine, go back to sleep now before you pass out on me again.”
“Gladly.”
The next time I woke up, it was morning. I had slept through the entire day, evening and night. And while I still felt like complete shit, at least I hadn’t thrown up at all and was managing to keep down the little bit of soup Niall had fed me.
Peeking open my eyes, my whole body felt like I had been run over by a truck; my legs weak, my throat still sore and my tummy growling at me. I eased myself up to sit, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I took in a yawn. Tucking my frizzed and ratty hair behind my ear, I glanced over to the nightstand and saw that the bowl of chicken noodle soup was still sitting there. I pulled in a deep breath and grabbed at the bedcovers, tossing them off my body as I slowly slid my legs out from under to hang off the side of the bed.
My eyes looked down to see that my robe was still tied around my waist and I quickly remembered that I had vomited all over myself and my bathroom floor. Groaning out loud, I was dreading having to walk in there and see the mess, let alone clean it all up but I knew that I couldn’t let it sit any longer.
Pushing my feet to the floor, I lifted myself up, making sure I had my balance before I took a step. I reached down and grabbed at the soup bowl, my plan being to take it into my kitchen and make myself some tea before I came back to work on the mess in the bathroom. I slowly began to walk around the end of the bed, my stare flicking into the doorway of my bathroom as I passed and I halted to a stop, my mouth parting before I slowly reached out to the doorframe. Taking a step closer, I eased the half closed bathroom door open and was immediately met with a sparkling clean floor.
Knitting my brows, I tilted my head inside and peered around. The dirty towel and washcloth were hanging in the shower; wet but clean and my floor and toilet were so tidy I probably could have eaten off them. All I could do was huff out a smile, totally taken aback by the fact that Niall would even care to do something like that. He didn’t have to tidy up after me, but yet…he did.
Not being able to wipe the smile off my face, I slowly made my way into my kitchen, setting my bowl into the sink and seeing that Niall had also washed my dishes, along with the ones that he used when he had made my soup. I shook my head in disbelief and stepped over to the fridge, opening it up to fetch my cream for the tea that I was about to make.
My eyes went big at the sight I was met with and I gingerly bent down to get a better look. “I can’t believe that boy,” I muttered aloud to myself. There were about twenty bottles of Gatorade, various amounts of fresh fruits and veggies and about eight tupperware containers filled with chicken noodle soup. Reaching out to grab the top container off of one of the stacks, I noticed it had a small handwritten note stuck to the lid and I stood up, my hip propping open the fridge door as I let my eyes read over it.
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Tucking my bottom lip in my mouth to fight off the even bigger smile that was forming, I delicately traced my finger over the letters and let out a soft sigh before putting the container back in the fridge and grabbing my cream.
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