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writtenwhalien · 3 years

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all of you: forever (epilogue)

Park Jimin is the man of your dreams... and now you have him, forever.

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 7535

A/N: still haven’t processed that we’re at the end of this series, but i reckon it will hit in a few days when i’m no longer reminding myself that i have to hurry up and work on it 😅thank you so much to every one of you who have been reading this series, and i hope you enjoy this epilogue. (i’ll admit i’m feeling kinda sucky bc i’m not happy with how my writing is turning out these days but..) i tried my hardest to complete their love story like they deserve 🥺 also, i want to say thank you to @kithtaehyung once again for making the banner that i love so much… you’re the best ryen!! 💓

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The grand gates of the house appear once the car goes around the corner, no longer hidden from view by the trees that surround the estate.

You remember the last time that you were driving up this road with Jimin, how anxious you had been. In hindsight, you don’t blame yourself at all, knowing all the events that would occur after — you had good reason to feel unsure.

But this time around, it’s completely different.

Jimin told you in more detail how everything had happened with his grandparents and what his grandmother said. It’s been two weeks since then, and Jimin has since spoken to his grandparents again, and both of them had asked him if they could come and visit you to apologise for everything that’s happened.

At first you were hesitant, remembering the last time Deok-su invited you over only to set you up and have Bong-cha turn up too, but Jimin assured you this was different. He said he’s seen a change in his granddad, and because you trust Jimin, you trust Deok-su.

So you’d offered to visit theirs instead, not wanting Deok-su to have to travel even though he said he was fine to do so, but you still decided to go to their home. Although you still harbour some strong negative feelings towards him for everything he put you through, you made sure you’re the ones to visit them so Deok-su won’t tire himself, because you still have respect for him as Jimin’s granddad, but only as that.

As a man whose values are questionable, you think he still needs to earn your respect.

When you told Jimin that, he completely understood and agreed with you.

You can tell that Jimin is still upset about how his granddad has treated you, knowing it’s caused irreparable damage to the relationship you could’ve had with Deok-su, but Jimin also knows you well enough to know that you’re not one to hold on to grudges.

If Deok-su apologises, you’re fine to forgive him, and sure it’ll take you a while to really move past it but you’re sure that if he means it, it won’t be difficult to do so.

But you’re most certainly not about to let anyone walk over you and unless Deok-su ensures that everyone — those other pretentious people who think just like him, such as his friends — give you respect as well, you’re not willing to accept his apology.

However, like Jimin assured you, he’s seen a change in his granddad and you hope that this time around, things will be different, better.

Jimin pulls up in the drive and as soon as the engine is off, he takes your hand before you can get out.

He’s looking at you with slight concern in his expression.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, placing your other hand over his.

Jimin sighs, squeezing your hand. “I know you said you’re okay to do this, but are you sure?” He brings your joined hands to rest over your tummy. “I don’t want you to get stressed out at all, and my grandparents will completely understand if you choose not to do this now.”

Smiling, you bring your hand to his cheek and smooth his worry lines with your thumb. “I’m good, I promise. As long as I have you with me, I know I’ll be fine.”

Jimin smiles too, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss you softly. “You do, always.” He leans in and kisses your lips. “Thank you, Y/N.”

It’s a quiet thanks, one coming from a genuine place, and you know that Jimin knows you’re mostly doing this for him. His grandparents mean a lot to him, and after everything, you’re still aware that Deok-su has limited time so any amends should be made as soon as possible — for Jimin’s sake.

“And you’re still okay to tell them today too?” he asks, his voice gentle and letting you know there’s no pressure on you.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’m almost three months so I think it’s a good time and soon I might not be able to hide it, but um…” you pause, hesitating slightly.

Jimin notices and squeezes your hand gently. “What is it?”

“You’re sure it won’t be a problem for them, you know, ‘cos we’re not married?”

“Babe,” Jimin takes your face in his hands. “I’m so sure. I know my grandparents have their issues and if this was a few months earlier, yeah my granddad might’ve thought differently about it, but now this is something I know they’ll both be thrilled about, and definitely my parents. Plus, it’s not the same as when they were younger and they know that.”

Relaxing, you give Jimin a small smile. “Okay.”

You grab your purse and start getting out of the car, and as always, Jimin rushes to help you.

Jimin hadn’t told his family about the pregnancy yet — when he first found out and told his grandparents he wasn’t going to marry Bong-cha, he kept it to himself despite how excited he was because he didn’t want them to think it was influencing his decision. Jimin had made up his mind then that he wasn’t going to go ahead with the marriage, whether you were pregnant or not. Now, he wants to tell them with you at his side.

Before you can start walking towards the main path, Jimin pulls gently on your hand to hold you back.

“Y/N…”

You turn to look at him, and he smiles, stepping closer as his eyes roam your face.

You smile back naturally, moving to wrap your arms around his neck. “Yeah?”

“You know I am going to ask you to marry me one day, right?”

Your heart flutters, hearing those words aloud for the first time, and your smile grows wider. “I know,” you answer quietly. “And you know I’ll say yes, right?”

Jimin’s hand gently caresses your cheek as he leans in to kiss you softly. “I do.”

After exchanging a few more gentle kisses as you stand in each other’s arms, Jimin takes your hand and you both walk towards the front door together.

Jimin looks at you before he rings the doorbell, and you nod in reassurance.

You’re surprised when there’s not a housemaid answering the door, but Eun-ae and Deok-su themselves.

“Y/N, Jimin,” Eun-ae beams as she lets you in. “Thank you for coming.”

You nod and smile in return, stepping into the house with Jimin, returning Eun-ae’s hug when she embraces you in her arms.

She hugs you as warmly as she did the first time she met you, but now she holds it a little longer to whisper quietly in your ear — “Really, I’m grateful for you accepting our invitation, Y/N. I hope we can make up for our mistakes.”

You don’t respond with words, rather a gentle rub of her back as you pull away and smile.

Then it’s Deok-su who speaks, stepping towards you and Jimin. “Y/N, it’s lovely to see you, dear.” His eyes keep flitting away from you as he speaks, and if you’re not mistaken, he seems almost… nervous?

Jimin is circling the back of your hand with his thumb, a gentle reminder that he’s here for you.

“Likewise, Mr Park,” you smile, stepping back a little. You don’t expect him to try to hug you like Eun-ae did, but even if he wants to, you don’t. So you stay close to Jimin’s side to avoid it.

Deok-su smiles, somewhat awkwardly, but Eun-ae is already ushering you towards the veranda, talking excitedly of the dinner she had planned.

As you approach the backyard, your face breaks out into a smile when you see Geun-woo. He’s stuffing his face with some canapés that the maids are putting out, but when he sees you coming, he grins and swallows as fast as he can.

You let go of Jimin’s hand and approach him right away, not even waiting for him to finish swallowing to greet you before you embrace him in a hug.

“I’ve missed you, Geun-woo,” you grin, moving back and brushing some loose crumbs away from his shirt.

Having now swallowed his food, Geun-woo smiles warmly. “I’ve missed you too, boss.”

You chuckle at the name, bringing him in for another hug before turning towards Jimin’s parents while Jimin greets Geun-woo too, despite having just seen each other the other day.

“Told you everything would work out,” Geun-woo smiles at Jimin, hugging him briefly.

Jimin chuckles, ruffling his hair. “I guess I should listen to my wise younger cousin more often, eh?”

“That you should,” Geun-woo responds smugly.

Mi-jeong, Jimin’s mom, is the first to approach you. “Y/N,” she greets you happily, hugging you just as her mother-in-law did. “I’m so happy to see you again, my love.”

“You too, Mrs Park,” you reply, turning to her husband. “Mr Park, it’s great to see you again.”

Pil-woo smiles, stepping forward and embracing you in a hug. “You really should call me Pil-woo now,” he says.

“You got it,” you smile, moving back as Jimin walks with you to sit down.

Eun-ae comes and sits on the other side of you, and Deok-su sits beside her.

“You look very well, Y/N,” she beams. “I do hope my grandson has been taking wonderful care of you.”

“Oh, definitely,” you answer, turning to Jimin and smiling. “He always looks after me.”

“Good…” Eun-ae purses her lips, glancing around at Mi-jeong, Pil-woo and Geun-woo, before turning back to you. “We owe you an apology, Y/N, my husband and I more so than anyone else. We were fools to disrespect you as we did, and I don’t believe any words can make up for it, but I should hope that with time, if it’s something you want, we can show you just how sorry we are.”

You’re feeling pretty awkward, but you know you should respond properly, so you do. “Sure,” you nod. “I know how important you all are to Jimin, and if you’re important to him, you’re important to me.”

Eun-ae smiles gratefully, but it’s Deok-su who you’re watching. He nods in understanding, but he doesn’t smile or even look your way.

As Eun-ae starts going in excitedly about the dinner she has planned for you tonight, you begin to wonder if maybe Deok-su hasn’t changed. The fact that he can’t even look at you seems like it, and even though Jimin said he’s seen a change in him, you don’t feel notice it… until ten minutes later.

Eun-ae has been gone for a few moments, having gone to check on the dinner, and that leaves no one between Deok-su and you.

While Jimin is engaging in a conversation with his parents and you and Geun-woo are just listening, Deok-su says your name.

It’s quiet, as though he doesn’t want anyone else to hear, and when you turn to look at him, he’s looking at you with a serious face.

“If you’re okay with it, may I have a word?” he asks. “Privately.”

Having heard this, Jimin pauses and looks at you. “Babe, I can come with you if you want,” he says, disregarding his granddad’s wish to speak alone with you — he only cares about making sure you’re comfortable.

“It’s okay,” you tell him. “I can go.” You turn to Deok-su who nods and stands up.

Just as you’re about to get up, Jimin holds your hand and kisses your cheek, murmuring quietly, “You can walk away any time you want, okay?”

“Okay.” You place a kiss on his cheek in return, before getting up to stand with Deok-su who is waiting for you.

He smiles and turns as he begins to walk towards one of the paths in the massive backyard.

For a moment, you walk in silence together and you start to feel somewhat anxious, unsure of what he wants to say and why he’s taking so long to say it. And then—

“My grandson is truly enamored with you, Y/N.” He glances at you as he says it, a lilt to his voice which you can’t quite decipher properly but it seems almost… teasing?

“And I’m just as enamored with him,” you answer, unsure of where this conversation is going.

Deok-su nods, the smallest of smiles on his lips. “He is lucky to have you.”

You stop walking, and you’re unable to hide the slight bitterness in your voice when you respond, “You didn’t always think so.”

Deok-su turns to look at you, the smile disappearing from his face. He glances towards Jimin where he’s sitting on the veranda with the rest of his family. When you also glance in that direction, you see Jimin is watching you both. You smile and nod, turning back to Deok-su so as not to worry Jimin.

“You asked to speak with me, Mr Park. I’m sure it wasn’t to make meaningless comments over how much Jimin and I care for one another… you already know that. You’ve known from the start.”

Lowering his head as though ashamed, Deok-su sighs. “You’re right, I did. I apologise for pulling you away from everyone else just now, I find it difficult to say what I have to say in front of so many people…” He looks up at you. “As bad as it is, I have a bit of an ego problem, something I’m grateful my son and Jimin haven’t learnt from me. They could probably easily do what I have to do, but I seem to struggle with this stuff…” he pauses, taking a small breath… “I’m an old man, Y/N. A stubborn one. I’m stuck in my ways but it’s only proven detrimental to me, and these past few weeks have shown me that… you’ve shown me that.”

You acknowledge his sentence with a subtle change in your expression, but you don’t smile.

“I’ll admit,” Deok-su continues, “In doing all I could to give Jimin and the rest of my family the best upbringings, I often overlooked their own wants and needs.” He looks at you, brows furrowed in slight apprehension. “But as a grandfather, I’ve tried to ensure they grow up to be successful, independent people who are proud of themselves.”

“They can’t be proud of themselves when you’re trying to raise them to be who you want them to be,” you respond bluntly.

Deok-su pauses, going silent for a moment. He looks somewhat insulted, but you know that only because he recognises the truth to your statement.

After a moment, he nods slowly. “You’re right.”

“Mr Park,” you say, waiting until he looks at you before continuing. “I never got to say this before, when I visited you in the hospital because I was more occupied with, well, other things.” Deok-su makes an apologetic face which you ignore and continue. “But besides my family not being rich enough for you, I want you to know that I understand you. I understand that you love your family and you want what’s best for them, but that’s not always going to be what you want.”

Deok-su purses his lips and you can tell that this conversation really is difficult for him to have.

“I am learning that now,” he says after a moment. “I can see that with you… I see how much Jimin loves you, and for him you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and I can see just why...” There’s a small smile on Deok-su’s lips when he says it which slowly fades. “I owe you an apology, Y/N. I’ve wronged you in ways I realise I can’t make up for, at least not with the time I have left.” You lower your head when hearing those last words. “And I don’t say that to make you pity me,” Deok-su continues, “but I do have a request from you…”

“A request?”

Deok-su nods. “Would you give me a chance?”

For a moment, you’re confused. Especially when you see the sudden difference in Deok-su’s appearance — he no longer has those hard lines in his skin (which you realise contributed to his arrogant, stubborn persona to you), but appears softer. He just looks like a grandfather who loves his family.

“I know I don’t deserve your time after the way I behaved and belittled you, when really you should be put on a pedestal, but you mean the world to Jimin, and he means the world to me, so would you please give me a chance to at least earn your respect?”

You don’t have to think about the answer. It’s the thought of Jimin that makes you answer right away.

“Yes.”

Deok-su looks at you in slight surprise at your fast response.

“Jimin means the world to me too,” you tell him. “And he loves you, so I’m saying yes for him.”

A small smile appears on his lips and he nods. “Thank you, Y/N, and I’m truly sorry…”

You’re taken aback when Deok-su moves his hands to his sides and in apology, he bows.

Any unsureness you felt about Deok-su not being sincere in his accepting you is completely diminished when he does so, and you find yourself already having some respect for him — he is a stubborn man as he said so himself, yet he’s still bowing to you, something you wouldn’t ever expect from someone of his age.

So you bow back, and as you both rise, you smile.

You can’t quite say you forgive him just yet, but one day you hope you will.

“And for dessert, I made your favourite, Y/N…” Mi-jeong grins as she helps the housemaids put the fancy little plates on the table. “Tiramisu.”

“Oh, thank you,” you smile, eyeing up the boozy dessert as she puts the plate down in front of you. It does look divine, but…

Jimin and you exchange glances, and he waits for your small nod of approval before he beams, turning towards his family as Mi-jeong takes her seat again.

“Thank you for dessert, mom, but um, Y/N can’t eat it.” He looks around at them and their confused expressions before chuckling. “I wish I’d come up with a better way to announce this, see, we have something to tell you all.” He reaches for your hand, squeezing gently as he tells them… “Y/N is pregnant, we’re having a baby…”

You expected at least a few seconds of silence, confusion, as Jimin’s family would process the news, but what you didn’t expect is for all of them to react so excitedly right away, with Eun-ae and Mi-jeong already tearing up the second they hear it.

Geun-woo is the first to approach you, grinning wildly as he pulls you into a hug. “Congratulations, Y/N. You’re going to make the most amazing mother.”

“Thank you,” you murmur, holding him a little tighter before pulling away and immediately being embraced by Eun-ae who says the same as Geun-woo. Except she plants a motherly kiss on your cheek as she steps back, eyes glistening with tears, and Mi-jeong is the same, bringing you into a warm hug as she congratulates you.

By now, everyone is surrounding Jimin and you, having gotten up to share in the joy of the moment, and as you’re hugging Pil-woo, your eyes land on Deok-su.

For a split second, you’re apprehensive of his reaction, but then you see the small smile on his lips as he stands behind Eun-ae, watching you all. Then, he meets your gaze, and he nods.

It’s a small gesture, but to you, it means a lot.

As Pil-woo moves away from you to hug Jimin, Deok-su approaches.

“I am truly delighted for you both, Y/N,” he smiles. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” you smile back with a nod.

Deok-su hesitates, glancing at Jimin before looking back to you, so you step forward — it’s a decision you make in a split second, but you do it anyway, meeting him in a hug.

Jimin is still beside you, and seeing that, his heart immediately grows warm.

It’s a short hug, but it means something to you all, and when Deok-su steps back and moves to bring Jimin into his embrace, seeing the tears glistening in Jimin’s eyes make you feel emotional.

“It may be too hopeful of me,” Deok-su speaks quietly to you both as the others chatter excitedly around you, “but I would love to still be here to meet the little one.”

Taking Jimin’s hand, you smile. “I hope so too.”

You feel Jimin’s hand tighten around yours. “Six months, hal-abeoji,” he smiles teary-eyed. “We can do that.”

“For your child, I’ll fight for as long as I can,” Deok-su smiles, and you find yourself moved by the sentiment of his words.

This is the first time you feel something close to love for Deok-su. Maybe you will forgive him one day, maybe soon, and not just for Jimin, but for yourself.

seven months later

In truth, you always thought it was a bit cliche when people would talk about childbirth — the same saying about forgetting all the pain the moment you get to hold your baby in your arms just seemed very repetitive, and you weren’t sure how someone could instantly forget about that much pain (you’d seen Gi in labour and that alone was horrific)…

But it’s true.

The moment you stop pushing and feel your baby in your arms, is the moment your life changes.

Every drop of blood, sweat, and tears becomes so worth it, and you immediately forget about all the pain and suffering you just went through to hold the little one you’ve spent nine months growing and nurturing inside of you.

Nari is a quiet baby, a carbon copy of her father with his button nose and plump lips, and she seems to have his gentle nature too, having only cried once since coming into the world.

Jimin’s already dubbed her as “daddy’s little princess” and he can’t take his eyes off of her.

Even when the midwives whisk her away for a few minutes to perform a few mandatory health checks, he won’t stop staring at her, round eyes as he ensures his little princess is okay.

“All good,” the doctor smiles, handing your precious little bundle to Jimin.

He’s a natural, taking your daughter in his arms and cooing her softly as he walks over to you. You’d seen him with Ji-seok before, so it’s not a surprise to you, but seeing him with your baby in his arms, has your heart swelling with pride and tears brimming in your eyes again.

“I need to give you to mama now, little Nari,” he whispers softly, lowering his head to place the gentlest of kisses on her forehead.

As he hands her to you, he catches your gaze and you see his eyes are also glistening with tears. But now he just smiles, pressing a loving kiss on your forehead.

Your eyes close when he does so, and you feel so grateful for having him.

You truly don’t know how you could’ve done this without him — throughout pregnancy to now. He’s been on top of everything, from making sure you have everything for the baby, to looking after you in every way possible.

And when your water broke eighteen hours ago, he’s the one who stayed calm and reassured you (despite being nervous and excited himself) as he got you to the hospital, and helped you through every contraction, remaining patient and kind (even when you were snappy because of the pain).

Then when the time came to push, it’s his hand you held onto brutally tightly as he gently rubbed your thighs.

He didn’t care about his own pain, knowing it was minuscule compared to what you were going through, and Jimin even had to hold back his tears the whole time, even during the later hours of labour, because he couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain.

But when Nari came into the world, you both did cry, albeit you more than him. It was a beautiful moment. The most beautiful moment of your life.

“I love you so much,” Jimin whispers, the words conveying a deeper meaning of love and appreciation than ever before.

“I love you too, Jimin.” You raise your chin and he meets your lips in a soft kiss. “You sure you don’t want to hold her for longer?” you ask as Nari settles on your chest.

Jimin nods, smiling as he ever so gently caresses his daughter’s head. “She needs her mommy first.”

He helps you pull your hospital gown down so you and Nari can get some important skin-to-skin time, and then he sits beside you as Nari fusses quietly in your arms.

Five minutes later, the midwife comes and assists you in starting your first feed.

Jimin watches concernedly at first because Nari won’t latch, but as soon as she’s on you properly, he watches mesmerised.

You also can’t take your eyes off of your little baby girl. It’s only been twenty minutes since she’s come into this world and to say you’re in love would be an understatement.

“Does it hurt?” Jimin asks you, taking Nari’s hand. Her tiny fingers seem to instinctively curl around his pinkie and Jimin beams.

It makes you giggle. “No,” you answer, looking back down at Nari. “Just feels a bit weird.”

“As long as it doesn’t hurt,” Jimin says, briefly taking his eyes off of his baby to look at you. “I can’t stand to see you in pain, baby.”

You smile softly. “I’m all good now,” you reassure him.

Jimin takes your hand, kissing the back of it. “Mhm, still tell me if you need anything.”

You hum quietly, looking back at your daughter, and it crosses your mind that with Jimin beside you and Nari in your arms, you really have everything you ever could have wished for.

an hour later

“Oh, she’s so precious,” Gi whispers, barely holding back her tears as she looks down at her niece in your mom’s arms. “My beautiful niece.”

“I remember when you were this little, Y/N,” your dad beams, enamored by your daughter. “She looks a lot like you.”

You shake your head, squeezing Jimin’s hand. “No, I think she looks like her dad.”

“I agree,” Mi-jeong says quietly. She’s smiling, also unable to take her eyes off of Nari, and you can see there’s tears in both hers and Pil-woo’s eyes.

“She’s so beautiful,” your mom whispers.

“Just like her mom,” your brother grins, throwing a wink your way.

“I was gonna say that!” Geun-woo almost sulks.

Your brother throws a smug smile Geun-woo’s way. “Beat you to it.”

Geun-woo narrows his eyes at him playfully but when his eyes fall on his niece, he smiles again.

“A beautiful lily,” Pil-woo beams.

Jimin smiles proudly. “Nari.”

“She’ll grow up to be spectacular, just like her mother.”

Your head turns towards his voice, and when you meet his gaze, you smile…

Deok-su and Eun-ae were the first to arrive at the hospital when Jimin called everyone to tell them, and Deok-su has yet to hold your daughter, but you’ve seen the way he’s looking at her — it brings a light to his eyes which have been seeming far too dim these last few months.

If these months have taught you anything, it’s that Deok-su really is stubborn. He beat the doctors predictions of six months, and so far has outlasted their expectations by three months, keeping true to his promise of fighting as long as he could to meet her, but you know that it’s been difficult for him. Far too difficult.

“That she will,” Eun-ae agrees, wiping her tears away.

Deok-su takes her hand, and she turns to look at him. Neither of them say anything, simply appreciating the moment with one another, and then Eun-ae lowers her head to rest on his shoulder.

It makes you smile, seeing them together, although it saddens you to know that Deok-su is living on borrowed time.

He tires easily these days, and spends most of his time resting at home. You didn’t expect him to turn up at the hospital either but he was adamant on coming, wanting to see his great granddaughter as soon as possible since she’s the first girl of her generation in the Park family (Jimin’s older cousin only has two boys).

You’re thankful he’s here to see Nari, especially when you know how happy it makes Jimin.

He’s beaming at the sight of your families together with Nari in the middle. It’s something you never would’ve expected to see a few months ago, but it’s real. All of those you love and care about, surrounding the little light of your life now.

“We got real lucky, didn’t we?” you murmur to Jimin.

Jimin smiles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “We sure did, and I thank you, my lucky star for that.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, but it warms your heart really, and with a soft kiss on his lips, you rest your head on his chest while your family fawn over Nari.

five months later

There’s a gentle breeze this Sunday afternoon, a perfect companion to the warm sunshine of July.

All around you there’s beautiful arrangements of flowers decorating the stone that appear row after row. It doesn’t exactly take away from the melancholic atmosphere that resides here, but it’s something.

Jimin has brought some with him today, a variety of his granddad’s favourites — pansies, sweet peas, marigolds, and petunias.

As he finishes planting them in the soil around the headstone, Nari, who is sitting in between your legs, squeals excitedly, flapping her arms to get her dad’s attention for what feels like the hundredth time in the last half hour.

“Does my little princess like these flowers?” Jimin smiles, pausing what he’s doing to give Nari the attention she’s demanding. “You’re a beautiful lily too, aren’t you?”

Nari laughs in excitement, as she always does when Jimin talks to her, and his smile grows wider. He leans down to kiss her head, careful not to get any soil on her.

After a few moments, he’s done planting the flowers, and pulls the gloves off before shifting backwards to sit beside you. You’re quiet as he observes his work, and then you feel his arm close around your waist as he pulls you and Nari closer.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he says quietly, brushing a kiss to your cheek.

“Of course,” you smile, rubbing his leg comfortingly.

There’s not many words you can think of saying to comfort him further, but you know you don’t need to. Although Jimin misses Deok-su, he’s grateful that Deok-su was able to meet Nari at least, and he’s grateful that he was able to make amends between you.

Having been here for a while, Nari grows impatient and starts whining, showing signs of tears coming. Glancing at Jimin, you decide to give him a moment alone and you take Nari just a few feet away where you distract her with a slow walk.

Jimin watches you for a moment as you point at all the flowers for Nari to see, smiling fondly at the sight.

Then he turns back towards the headstone in front of him. “I can feel it, hal-abeoji,” he says quietly, a small happy smile on his lips. “You told me I’d know when the time is right, and I do. I’m going to ask her today. Wish me luck.”

With one final moment beside his granddad’s grave, Jimin gets up, wiping his tears away before approaching you and Nari.

“Hey,” you smile. “You okay?”

Jimin nods, bringing you into his arms with Nari between you, and kisses your forehead. “Mhm, let’s go home, baby.”

a few hours later

“Nari, you can’t keep doing this!” Jimin groans, putting down the pot of baby food defeatedly.

Nari pouts, noises coming out of her mouth that tell Jimin she’s about to start crying, but he hasn’t got what she wants.

“Princess,” he pouts back, (purposely mimicking his daughter in an attempt to keep her from bursting into tears), “If you don’t want to eat this, then you’re gonna have to wait because mama’s in the shower and daddy doesn’t have your milk, okay?”

Nari speaks back to her dad in whiny gargles, none of it making any sense to Jimin but he nods and responds with facial expressions as though he understands, keeping up the conversation of gibberish until you come out of the shower.

You can hear their baby talk as you walk into your bedroom, and you decide to take a peek at what they’re doing, surprised to see Jimin fully invested in whatever it is your daughter is babbling to him.

Sometimes it still feels new when you see them both here, in your apartment which feels so much more like a home now. Jimin had insisted on moving into your place instead of you moving to his, wanting you to be comfortable, and before you were even five months pregnant, he moved in permanently.

It just felt like the perfect thing to do — since the day he returned to you, you’ve spent every night together, so neither of you had any worries about taking the next step.

Giggling, you approach Jimin and Nari. “What are you two talking about so seriously?”

“Oh, baby,” Jimin sighs, visibly relaxing when he sees you. He pulls your waist closer, still sitting as you stand next to him and he rests his head on you, looking up. “She’s having a real hard time today… the formula just isn’t cutting it for her, neither is mashed peas…” Jimin pouts, “she wants you.”

“Hm…” you look down at him as your fingers naturally work their way through his soft locks. “That’s okay, I haven’t fed her any milk today.”

Smiling, Jimin gets up to take Nari out of her seat as you sit on the couch. He sits beside you, handing you Nari who immediately settles the second she’s latched onto you.

Putting his arm around you, Jimin leans closer to talk to Nari. “This is what you wanted, hm?” He smiles softly. “You just wanted mama’s milk instead of the bottle. You cheeky girl, always being so difficult for daddy, aren’t you? Don’t worry, I get it, I like mama’s boobs too.”

You tut playfully, giving him a look.

“Oh sorry,” he smirks, “I love mama’s boobs.”

As you roll your eyes, unable to hold back your smile, Jimin kisses your cheek softly, and he stays by your side as you feed Nari. After a few moments, she slows down and her focus slowly drifts from your boob, to you.

She stares up at you with her big brown eyes as though she’s dazed, and when you start talking to her, her face slowly breaks into a smile. She does this often with both Jimin and you, and you’ve come to learn that at her age, these moments are her memorising the details of your face as she comes to recognise you and Jimin as her parents.

With a few soft spoken words, her keen attention fades and she becomes restless, kicking her legs and arms around.

“Does our little princess want to play now?” Jimin coos, and you hand her over to him.

She squeals excitedly, making you and Jimin laugh.

“I’ll go put her down,” Jimin says, putting her on his shoulder. “Also, you still need to call Gi.”

“Oh, yes, I do.” You get up to get your phone from the coffee table. “Thanks for reminding me.”

Jimin smiles, walking with Nari to the bedroom, and you pick up your phone to call Gi.

Nothing’s happened, but it’s been a while since you last spoke to her and you had been meaning to call for a while. It’s been a bit more difficult with how busy she’s been with her boys and she’s still working, and now you as a new mother too. Although you’re lucky enough to not be working right now, and the perks of Jimin being a CEO means he can take extended paternity leave to spend as much time with you and Nari.

“Y/N!” Your sister picks up after a few rings. “You can already hear Ji-seok crying in the back.

“Hey, Gi. Bad time?”

“No, it’s perfect,” she says relieved. “Hyun, he’s all yours,” she says, and you can just picture your brother-in-law’s face as he acquiesces to his wife’s request.

“What’s wrong with Ji-seok?” you ask.

Gi snorts. “Nothing. He’s just got a flair for dramatics.”

“Much like you,” you joke.

“Please,” Gi scoffs, the sounds of crying fading behind her. “If I’m gonna cry, I at least make myself look cute. Boogers are not cute.”

“Gross,” you laugh.

“Hm, get used to it. Nari’s gonna grow up real fast and before you know it you’ll be knocked up again.”

“I know,” you sigh. “These five months have already gone so fast.”

“Just treasure every moment,” your older sister tells you.

“I will.”

“Good. Where’s Jimin?” Gi asks.

“He’s putting Nari down, I just fed her.”

“Ah… how is he?”

You look towards the bedroom. You can’t see him but you can hear him talking quietly to Nari. “He’s good. We went to visit the grave today, he wanted to plant some flowers for Deok-su,” you tell her. “I can tell he’s still upset but besides that, he’s perfect. I know he’s just grateful for everything he has, he always is.”

“That’s good,” Gi sighs. “I’m glad he’s not as upset as he was the last time I saw him. I suppose Nari is helping too.”

“Yeah, definitely. He’s always happy every time he’s around her.”

“And you too,” Gi adds. “The man still can’t keep his eyes off of you, you know?”

You smile. “I can’t keep my eyes off of him either.”

“Okay, Nari, this is it,” Jimin says quietly, putting Nari down on the king size bed before carefully lying down beside her. “We’re Actually doing this,” he says, staring up at the ceiling before turning to Nari.

She seems to be in her own world, gargling quietly in her own speech, making Jimin smile.

He sits up and puts his hand on her tummy, rocking her gently. “Well, I am, but you have to help me, okay?”

Nari doesn’t say anything and simply stares back at her father.

“Okay, good,” Jimin nods, pressing a kiss to her forehead before getting up. “First, candles.” He locates the small heart shaped candles he’d ordered secretly and lights them as fast and safely as he can on the clear side of the room, before scattering a few rose petals he’d also ordered across the rug.

“Sweet and simple,” he sighs, looking around at it. “Just how my girl likes it… it’s not too corny is it?” He looks at Nari, awaiting a response, and when she babbles something, Jimin shrugs. “Yeah, I guess most romantic things are corny. Now, the ring.”

He walks across the room, and from his hiding space (being the back of his underwear drawer) he pulls out the small black box.

He quickly glances out of the room and he can still hear you talking to Gi.

“Okay,” he exhales, opening the box and staring at the ring. “Nari,” he walks over to his daughter. “What do we think?” He shows her the ring, admiring it himself. “D’you think mama will like it?”

Nari seems to be intrigued by the ring as it shimmers above her, reflecting the warm lamp light in the room. Then as though she understands what her dad plans to do, she squeals excitedly, arms flapping and legs kicking.

Jimin grins. “I think so too.”

He looks back at the ring, and slowly, he nods. “Here goes…”

“You wanna go to him now, don’t you?” Gi asks, laughing.

You wince even though she can’t see you. “Sorry,” you mumble. “Can I call you back tomorrow?”

“Sure, but how about you come over tomorrow instead? All three of you. Me and Hyun will cook dinner.”

“That sounds perfect,” you smile. “Thanks Gi, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Bye, babe.”

As you cut the phone down, you’re already walking towards your bedroom. You feel slightly bad that you got distracted from your conversation with Gi so easily, but you know she understands.

Approaching the bedroom, the door has been left open only slightly ajar and the light is far more dim than usual.

“Jimin?” You walk towards the door, pushing it open slowly.

First, you’re confused, looking around at the candle lit room while Jimin stands across from you in the centre. Around him in the rug are rose petals, scattered all over, and when you cock your head in confusion, he grins.

Then he gets down on one knee.

He meets your gaze with tears glistening in his eyes, and a crooked smile which melts your heart.

Your hand claps over your mouth and tears blur your vision already.

“Y/N, baby, you can’t cry yet, I haven’t even asked you,” he chuckles, holding out his hand for you as you approach him.

“Jimin,” you whisper, unable to think further than the one word that’s on your mind — yes. But you don’t say it, not yet. Wiping your tears away, you nod. “Okay, go on, I won’t cry.”

Jimin smiles, pulling you closer to him as he looks up at you. “You’re already crying,” he laughs softly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly before he places a kiss on it. He reaches his hand up to wipe your tears away, before taking your left hand again.

“I know all of this is pretty simple,” he looks around at the candles, smiling sheepishly, “and I was thinking hard about what to do, how to show you how much I love you, but I realised that one moment could never be enough to give you everything you deserve… I need a lifetime to do that.” His eyes glisten with tears and affection as he beams at you.

“Y/N, my life hasn’t been the same since I met you, you’re everything to me…” he pauses to pull out the small black box before looking up at you with round eyes. “I love you, Y/N. Will you let me love you for the rest of my life?” He opens the box. “Will you marry me?”

The word comes out of your mouth without any thinking — “yes” — and the next moments are a blur, with you dropping to your knees and crashing into Jimin’s arms as he laughs, holding you close.

“Baby, can I put the ring on you?” he asks, stroking your hair.

You’re still crying, but you let out a muffled yes, your head buried in his neck.

He chuckles, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “I’ll need you to let go for me then.”

“Mm’kay,” you nod, slowly moving back.

You have no doubt you’re a mess now, puffy cheeks and red eyes, but Jimin doesn’t care. He loves you at your worst and your best, and everything in between.

Taking your hand, he slides the ring on your finger.

“It’s perfect,” you murmur, dazed by its beauty. Looking up, you cup his face in both hands, taking a moment to admire him right now.

His cheeks are damp with a few stray tears, and his brown eyes are disappearing into beautiful crescents as he smiles at you.

“I love you,” you whisper.

Jimin pulls you in by the waist. “I love you too.”

As you meet his lips, the rest of the world fades away and you feel him pouring every ounce of his love into the kiss, already keeping true to his word of showing you just how much he loves you. Not that he needs to though, his words and actions every day for the last two years have proved just that.

A demanding babble of speech comes from the left of you both, and giggling, Jimin and you break apart.

“We love you too, Nari,” Jimin chuckles as both of you get up and go over to her.

She smiles when she sees you both, flapping her arms in a show of excitement.

“Daddy did it, Nari,” Jimin grins. “Mama’s gonna be my wife.”

Another squeal escapes her, but you’re sure that’s only because of the attention she’s receiving. Still, Jimin squeals back excitedly, leaning in to give her kisses. “Now it’s mama’s turn,” he says when he’s done, booping her nose before turning to you.

As he pulls you into his arms and presses his chest flush against yours, a serene feeling fills you, knowing that this is the promise of your future — tender moments like this, and Jimin’s love and attention for the rest of your life.

You have all of him, and he’ll always have all of you.

A/N: thank you all so much for reading and following this story along with me, it means so much!!! i hope you all enjoyed the ending, and if you have any questions for me or the characters, you can always ask! :)

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myfellowmelo · 3 years

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Brother’s Best Friend

Context: Your brother’s best friend happens to be the popular basketball player, Lamelo Ball. And no matter how much you say you don’t feel anything for the boy, your body says otherwise after every encounter/game.

Includes: Smut, Oral sex, masturbation, teasing, swear words, hint of degrading.

Word count: 4040?

My POV.

“We can’t keep doing this Melo.” I whimper as his cock starts plunging deep inside me. Stuck in the locker rooms where he dragged me in there. His celebration for winning the game started early.

“You say that a lot for someone who’s obsessed with my dick.” He tells me. Before I answer him, he picks me and slams me onto his locker. Arms wrapped around his neck as he picks up the pace. “Melo! Oh god!” Gripping his hair as he relentlessly pounds my g-spot. Making it his absolute goal to have me cumming all over his cock. He needs to have me walk out the Spectrum Center with your hole stuffed with his liquids. “Take it baby. Fucking take it!” He groans. Sucking on my neck as he desperately tries to leave me as many marks as he wants. He loves how well I tighten around him. I love how no matter how hard I try not to fall, I still end up in his arms. Begging him to fuck me senselessly over and over again. Rolling his eyes back as I grip his hair yet again. Usually he would say some stupid sarcastic comment about leaving him bald like his head, but my pussy felt so good he couldn’t even muster up the words to say anything.

Omniscient.

Your moans were absolutely beautiful. Something he needs to hear on a regular basis just to even function. Having you fucked out until you could barely stand is what he was striving for. But it was all cut off short when he heard the locker room door open. Pulling out of you, you two quickly dress up.

“Melo ? Are you there?” Your brother Miles calls out.

“Hide!” He tells you. Signaling the shower room, you run inside quickly.

“Yeah I’m here!” Melo stated composing his breath.

Walking from around the lockers, Miles’ eyes brighten up, “Oh there you are! I was wondering when you were planning to get out of the locker room. Hey, have you seen y/n by any chance?”

Melo scoffs, “Do you see her around here?” A nervous chuckle leaves him but covers it up by a huff.

“Asshole. I was just asking.” Miles says as he rolled his eyes. Miles grumbled “I can’t reach her-“

“Well she must’ve been tired. Probably went home.” Melo interjected him mid way.

“Yeah you’re right. Oh I know!” Miles claps his hands that startles Melo.

“What?” He furrows his brow.

“She’s hooking up.” Miles says with stars forming around his eyes.

“What?!” Melo says, taken aback. How did he know? And just when Melo said that, you too did as well in the shower room. Heart racing as you waited for yours and his name to fall out of your brother's mouth.

“Yeah, she once mentioned about this crush she has on Nate” Miles says looking back at his memories.

“Nate? My friend Nate?” Melo says surprised

“Yeah-“

“Nate, my teammate? Number 30 Nate?” Melo says again trying to confirm if what he heard was real.

“Yes! Nate Darling. She’s had a crush on him since I came here. Well I don’t know if she still likes him but she has been running off lately so I won’t be surprised if she comes out of a room with a large hickey on her chest. He’s very goofy.” Miles states while searching around the locker room.

“Yeah well I’m goofy too.” Melo mumbles. Shoving his stuff in his bag.

“What was that?” Miles asks him.

“Nothing! Now shall we get going?” Melo says as he gathered the remaining items and stuffed it in his duffel bag.

“Oh yeah, let’s go, You hungry?” Miles said as he gave up and went to the door with his stuff on hand.

Making his way out, you peek your head. Looking at Melo who merely glanced at you and walked out after your brother.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

—————

“Melo, please call me back.” You say to the voicemail. It’s been three days and ever since he found out about your old crush on his friend he can’t even talk to you. Not even look at you for that matter.

You didn’t understand. You two weren’t anything. You guys weren’t dating and on the occasion he’s made it very clear that you two are nothing more but fuck buddies.

“Hey you okay?” Your friend asks you. Taking a seat next to you after grabbing her lunch.

“Oh yeah I’m, I’m okay,” trying to mask your emotions.

“You sure? You know I’m good at telling when one is lying.” She says giving you the look that was so tempting to have you spill out all of your thoughts.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stated while I tried to divert my gaze to the floor.

“Okay but you know I’m here when you’re ready yeah?” Nodding, she smiles and hands you her green apple. The only kind of apple you like. Appreciating it, you take it and take a bite out of it. As she told a story about something, you couldn’t focus on anything but his table. He wasn’t there, but everyone else was. Including Nate.

“Oh my god.” Your best friend gasps.

Averting your eyes from the table you look over at her. “What?”

“Can’t believe it.” She said with her mouth hanging open.

“What? What’s going on?” You said as you look around.

“He said he was done hooking up. I swear if he brings another girl home I’m going to lose it.” She said, glaring her eyes. You see, she is Gelo’s girlfriend and they are both staying over for the week before going back to Cali.

Turning around to meet her gaze, your eyes widen when you see Melo enter the cafeteria with a girl around his arm. No no not just any girl. The captain of the Hornets cheerleading team. You couldn’t tell what shocked you more, that Melo already replaced you with some girl days after he continuously dodged you, your texts, and your calls. Or the fact that he was able to pull the head leader of the cheerleading team. The CHEERLEADING TEAM. You expected one of the nurses which could’ve made more sense. Usually everyone in the cheerleading team tends to take their work very seriously and never have time to not even hook up. Now this, this was truly a shocker.

Walking past you. He ignores you yet again and plants a kiss on her temple. Arm around her as she giggles and holds his hand. What a brat. Following their movements until they reached their table, where the boys greeted him. Cheers burst when he introduces them to her. Who looks to be his new girlfriend.

“Shocking right? Psh wrong.” Your best friend scoffs.

“Yeah. Sorry you have to deal with that,” you say genuinely.

“Yeah I feel sorry too but boys will be boys that’s just the sad truth.” She shakes her head and continues on eating her lunch.

“Yeah…” you mutter watching as he converses with his friends. His arm is still around her neck. “You’re right.” You finish off, looking down to the barely eaten apple.

For the next few days you ignored Melo completely. You didn’t know whether you should confront him or not. I mean it is his loss if he wants to push you away. But also another part of you wanted an explanation and maybe to seek salvation of the last bit of what you two have. If you guys even had anything in the first place. But Melo seemed serious. He had her with him at all times. And any time he saw you, he would get all cuddly and affectionate with her and it would get too repulsive to even stand being in the same area as him. What sucked is that both him and his little girlfriend shared the same afternoon as you. Workouts. The two of them sit in front of you which is worse because he’s constantly baby talking to her. Asking her if she needs any help and never lets her lift heavy weight. What an ass kisser really.

And you couldn’t really understand why you were so bothered by it. You never saw Melo anything other than a fuck buddy. There were times where you would ask yourself if you could see yourself dating him and it always ended with you gagging and having to eat a snack to clear your head. Yet here you are, wishing that this girl would walk off the face of the earth. While you were too busy sulking, you didn’t notice someone taking a seat next to you to use the weights.

“Hi y/n!” Nate says cheerfully. His boxy smile facing you as he set his stuff onto the table.

“Hey Nate-“ and then it hit you. Oh why did you not think about this sooner? Think y/n, think! Turning your head to face the bubbly boy, you tilt your head and smile at him. “Heyyy Yangyang,” you said again trying to be flirtatious.

Furrowing his brow, he looks at you oddly. “You okay?…”

“Totally!” You say nervous laughing it off.

Melo before you who was once cuddly to his new girlfriend was now tense. “Say Nate, how come we don’t hang out as much?” You ask him.

“Oh well I’d like you to hang out but you don’t like getting body slammed onto the court huh?” He said elbowing you.

Giggling, you shake your head. “We should hang out someday.”

Melo scoffs as he rolls his eyes. His girlfriend giving him a confused look.

He sends her a fake smile and signals to the coach who has now entered the training facility. As if his reason for scoffing was the coach entering. Picking up his large water bottle, he spins the cap off and goes to take a sip.

“So like a date?” Nate asks you genuinely.

“You want it to be a date?” With this, the boy in front of you who was once taking a sip from his water bottle, is now choking on it. The training facility silences as they stare at him curiously.

“You okay Ball?” The coach asks him. Not answering with words but rather with a thumbs up, he nods and proceeds to start the lecture.

“A date is then babe.” Nate says, using his index finger to bump your chin lightly.

—————

“I knew it! It was about time you two finally got together.” Your best friend claps her hands.

“We’re not getting together. It's simply a date, nothing else.” I say to remind her.

“Please you two will be dating in no time. Now let’s see what we can have you get dressed in.” While she went through the pile of clothes I brought for her to piece together an outfit. The front door opened and slammed close.

“Geez I bet it’s Melo, another sucky practice.” She shakes her head.

Chuckling, I nod along. “Right. Hey can I go grab a bottle of water real quick?”

“Yeah go ahead, it’s gonna take me a while to make an outfit with these clothes. Your wardrobe isn’t the most stylish no offense.” She said while still looking at the clothes.

“None taken” you shake your shoulders. Leaving her room, you go down the stairs and into the kitchen. In there was the boy you wanted to see. Ignoring him, you walk past him who was seated on the stool chair.

His eyes following you as you opened the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. Jumping back when he was standing right next to you once the door was closed. “My goodness Melo what the hell?-”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Nate?” He said while his breath fanned against your neck:

“What about him? It’s none of your concern-” You turn around looking up to face him.

“It is!” He says, flying his arms around in frustration.

“Shhh keep it down Melo!” You said as you patted his upper stomach because that’s all you could reach.

“Or what? Afraid your brother will find out huh?” He says while he took a step forward, you took one back. Doing so until you were up against the counter. “Afraid your brother will find out how desperate you are for me. How I’m I able to get you begging for my cock over and over again mm?” He tells me slowly. His head lowering closer and closer to my lips. Pulling his head and smashing my lips onto his. He immediately responds, pulling me closer to him. Picking me up and resting me on top of the counter. A nice grip on his hair as I kiss his lips until I am sure they’ll be swollen. His hands roamed up my shirt. Already missing my soft skin against his hands. Leaning in more and more, wanting - no needing more of me. It’s been almost two weeks and he really missed me. Yet he would never admit to it. His growing erection began to tighten his shorts. And I knew this.

He groans and curses when I lay a hand on his crotch. “Missed me that much?” I ask him tauntingly. Chest heaving as he looks down at my hand softly stroking the outline of his dick. Softly thrusting forward, needing more of my touches. But he was surely mistaken if he thought I would give in easily. Pushing him back, I get off the counter. Shock written all over him. “Don’t think I forgot the shit you pulled on me. I was over Nate a long time ago. It was barely even a damn crush. But because of your stupid stubbornness, you no longer have a shot at having me anymore Melo. Enjoy your time with your precious girlfriend.” Taking a step forward, on tippy toes, I got closer to his ear and whispered, “Bet she doesn’t make you cum like I do.” Biting my lip, I grab my water and walk away.

Watching as I walk away, he shuts his eyes close and shakes his head. “Fuck.”

————

“It was nice hanging out with you Nate. And sorry for any wrong intentions I might’ve given you in the training facility.” I said getting up after the date with Nate was over.

“Don’t sweat it. I’m not dumb I know that you and Melo have been having sex for a while now. Just didn’t know it was this serious.” Nate said following my lead.

“It isn’t serious.” I restated.

“Really?” He asks, raising a brow at me. His smoothie in hand as we walked around the downtown mall. “Doesn’t seem like it.” Nate sighed looking up at the sky.

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously

“Doesn’t take Einstein to know we have feelings for one another.” He said laughing seeing the dumbfounded expression on my face.

“Woah! Hold on, feelings?! Psh I don’t have feelings for him.” I said defending my self.

Nate scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s so obvious.”

“It’s not-”

“It’s so!” He said again standing his ground.

“You have completely lost it, Nate Darling.” He laughs, taking a sip from his drink.

“Please, I knew something must’ve gone down. I had my guess when he started arriving at our training all gloomy and silent and not even having the same energy. But then when he brought Natalie to our table I knew something was definitely up. Then you ‘asked’ me out. You two aren’t doing this simply to get back at each other or get on one another’s nerves. You guys are doing this in hopes one of you two will snap out of it and confess!” Nate said spilling it all out.

I stayed silent. I mean he wasn’t necessarily wrong. I asked Nate out in front of Melo knowing he would be listening in hopes that he would talk to me. Confront me, tell me how stupid I am and that I am his. I also wanted him back. Even if he wasn’t entirely mine to begin with. Now if I were to ask that very same question that had me gagging at the mere thought of it, it didn’t sound so bad of a question. Can I see yourself dating Melo?

______

Omniscient.

“I bet by the end of the date, it’s going to be official.” Your friend beams. For a good fifteen minutes now she hasn’t stopped talking about you and Nate getting together after so many years. It’s annoying the hell out of him. And what makes it worst is that Natalie is sitting next to him smiling at her squealing at your potential relationship with his teammate.

“You okay baby?” Natalie asks him. “Mhm? Oh, uh yeah I’m alright.” He fakes a tight smile and goes back to being on his phone. Looking at the date, he sees that he has yet another game tomorrow. A part of him was wishing you would come to his game. What was he thinking of course you will just not for him but rather for Nate. The mere thought of it already has him rolling his eyes.

“Someone doesn’t seem in a good mood.” Your best friends voice brings him back from his thoughts.

“Just tired it’s all. Gotta game tomorrow.” Melo said Turing off his phone.

“Oh yeah that’s right. Aw man I wish I could go but I have my thing going on with the modeling agency.” Your friend stated cleaning up the kitchen.

Natalie pouts. “It’s alright.”

“Well I guess I better start heading up to my room. Imma text y/n how her date went with her soon to be boyfriend.” She wiggles her brows.

Fighting the urge to scoff. “Yeah I should get going too.” She smiles at him and says her goodnights.

Natalie left a few minutes later, getting on her tippy toes, he got the sudden Deja vu from when you did that to him not long ago. Moving his face so that her lips connected with her cheeks. She waves him goodbye and leaves. Closing the door, he sighs and his head gets rushed with images of you. Very naughty things of you. Once again feeling that tightness in his shorts begin to grow.

“Fuck y/n!” He hissed. Fisting his cock as he teases his tip. Getting off to the thought of you sucking him off. Your pretty lips on his tip, those gorgeous eyes looking up at him as you try to pleasure him. Remembering how even when he’s finished cumming you still don’t pull away. Turning him more at how you have an oral fixation that you found out because of him. Biting his lip as he concentrates on jerking himself off. Memories on how overstimulated he once felt when you just couldn’t pull his dick out of your mouth. Whining when he tried pulling you off him. “God baby. You take my cock so well shit.” He mutters. Tilting his head back as he rubs himself faster. His hand jerking himself quicker as he felt the familiar need to release begin to bubble up.

Thinking about having you bounce on his cock as you beg him to continue fucking you until you’re sobbing. Telling you how much of a slut you are for his cock. Your hands gripping his hair as you suck hickies all over him. And just like that, his warm fluids were shooting all over his bed sheets. Catching his breath as he was consumed with the darkness of his room.

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Omniscient.

It was the day of the game. People started filling up the bleachers but no matter how much people were entering through the metal doors you still haven’t shown up.

“Hey Nate, where’s y/n?” Melo asked curiously.

“How will I know?” Nate said with the ball in his hands getting ready to shoot.

“She’s practically your girlfriend, you should know by now if she’s planning on cheering for her boyfriend” Melo says. Tone harsh when saying boyfriend.

Nate stares at him and later laughs. “What?” Nate shakes him and pats his shoulder. “You’re funny dude.”

Walking away, with a puzzled look. He sighs and takes one last look at the bleachers. His eyes met yours. Trying to hold in his smile. But you caught it. After thinking back on what Nate said, he was right. You wanted his attention and if he wasn’t going to do something first, you would. Smiling softly at him as you give him two thumbs up. He chuckles and nods. Eyes looking down and freezes when he sees Natalie. He forgot the cheerleaders are taking a break for 2 weeks. Holding a poster with his jersey number in it. Looking away quickly, as he hurries back to the rest of his team.

By the end of the game, the crowd was loud and rowdy. Anxious as it was a tie once again. Melo , who was now with the ball, rushed until he got near the net and dunked the winning point. The crowd roared as they clapped and cheered for him and the team's victory. Standing as you cheered for him too. Going down the steps to congratulate him. Looking for #1. You smiled warmly at him as you walked up to him. Freezing when a familiar figure walks the aisle before you calls out for his name. Rushing down the steps and enveloped him in a tight hug. Smile dropping as his eyes never left yours. He was still with her, and a part of you felt stupid. Were you really going to confess? Especially since Natalie is such a sweet girl and really likes Melo. She couldn’t ruin that. Couldn’t ruin what they have. But maybe there’s hope. Maybe he doesn’t have the same feelings for her and has some for you.

“Surprise!” She tells him excitedly. But you were certain that wasn’t true when Natalie pulled Melo down for a kiss.

Scoffing, you felt stupid. Embarrassed really. Turning around, you make your way out of the Spectrum Center. Melo pulls away quickly, keeping Natalie at arms length. “Melo? Baby what’s wrong?” Natalie said, looking up at him with her arm around him.

“Natalie, I'm sorry. But I can’t do this, I know it’s sudden and you deserve an explanation but I can’t keep going on in a relationship I don’t want to be in. I’m really sorry but I have to go.” He said as he broke the contact, heading to the door.

“Melo? Wait- Melo!” But he was already out the doors. Rushing after you.

“Where are you?” He says under his breath in search of you. Looking through every hallway and room and still no sign of you. “Dammit y/n where are you?!” He slammed his hand on the door and went inside of the locker-room.

“I’m here.” You said silently.

Turning around, there you were before him.

Staying silent as you two suddenly didn’t know what to say anymore. After much contemplation on what he should say to you, he starts taking small steps towards you.

“It’s you. It’s always been you.” He tells you softly. Meeting him in the middle, you grab his face and pull him in. Gripping your waist as he kisses you desperately. The kiss was no longer the same old one that was filled with lust and need. It was now filled with passion, love and want. Pulling away, leaning your forehead on top of his.

“Can’t go another day without you.” He said underneath his breath.

“Then don’t. Don’t let me go.” You said, with tears threatening to fall.

“Never baby.” Melo said, looking down at you.

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“You two were what?!”

Your brother exclaims in pure shock. Both you and Melo are standing before him, hand in hand. Standing behind you and he plants soft kisses on your temple. Rubbing your arm for comfort, comfort for the burst of your brother who is now finding out the truth of you two. But no matter the outcome, he was just glad he now has you. In his arms once again. Only this time, he’s got you locked in. And you aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I hope you liked my first imagines, I know there are some errors with the POV, but I’ll fix it later!

Thank you for reading 😊😊

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friendlytacosyumyum · 2 years

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pairing: armin arlert x gn!reader

type: fic

wc: 1.2k

tw: mentions of religious practices, christianity/catholicism, calling things "cult-like"/calling religion a cult, swearing, panic attacks

a/n: projecting because i'm having to do religion stuff that i don't want to and i want armin to comfort me. lowercase intended, i'm in too much of a shitty mood to care. promise i'm working on the requests- life is hard rn

you were sitting in the pew with the rest of your group, blankly listening as the priest talked for what seemed to be the millionth time that day about jesus this and jesus that.

if jesus was real, he wouldn't make me go through this hell, you thought.

your religion had been one of the main sources of your anxiety since you were little. for as long as you could remember, just stepping foot in a church was enough to make your heart race and your palms sweat. it wasn't that you didn't believe in your religion- you didn't, but it was more how your mother and father forced you to be a part of it.

a shitty promise years ago, made when they got married, was why you were sitting here, waiting for your three-day retreat to end. your father wasn't even religious, and it wasn't like the contract was legally binding- so why were you here?

you didn't realize you were crying until the rest of the world faded out to black and you heard someone talking.

"hey, why're you crying?"

you looked around in fear, wondering where you were.

where did everyone go...?

it was a welcome change from the homily you'd been listening to, but this wasn't much better. a boy with blonde hair and blue eyes was kneeling in front of you, and you yelped, backing up.

"don't worry, i won't hurt you," he said, putting his hands up.

pulling your knees to your chest, you sniffled, more tears slipping down your cheeks.

"where am i?" you asked quietly, trying to find a way to get out.

"i.. don't know. all of a sudden it was black, and now i'm here, and now you're here! which is great, you seem great, but i'm confused- why are you crying? who are you? where am i?"

you looked at him, wondering what to say.

"i could ask you the same thing," you mumbled, wiping at your eyes furiously to try and get the tears to stop.

"one minute i was in church, and now i'm here."

he nodded, a smile on his face despite the situation.

"i'm armin arlert! you can call me armin though. before this, i was with my friends!"

he seemed so happy to see you, even though he'd just met you.

"oh. i'm y/n. like i said, i was in church."

armin nodded again, switching to sitting instead of kneeling.

"what's church?" he asked, tilting his head. he reminded you of a puppy- eager to please and happy to be alive. there was a darker side though, you could sense he wasn't having the greatest time of his life either.

"church is where i go to pray to someone that may or may not have existed. today, we're having a cult meeting, called 'exposition'."

you rolled your eyes at the thought of having to do this tomorrow, with no phone and no distractions to save you.

"they tell us that we all suck because we're human, and the only way to go to heaven is if we beg for forgiveness from god."

armin made a face, letting you continue.

"i don't like it very much. it makes me anxious," you finished, squeezing your eyes shut to clear your head of the previous half hour.

"then why do you go?" he asked, eyes widening.

he had pretty eyes, you decided.

"my parents make me. i don't get a choice- but if i got to choose, i'd spend my weekends at home instead of at church."

"oh," armin said, nodding again.

"well, i don't think it's worth crying over, y'know? if it's only for a few days, then i believe in you!"

he smiled at you, tugging at a strand of his hair thoughtfully.

"but if it's really that bad, maybe you should try to tell your parents about it? i mean, i've been in sucky situations before, but i don't really know what 'god' is, so i can't say much."

you stared at him, thinking.

"why are you so happy to be here? you got ripped away from your friends and now you're here with me, who's a mess because someone told me god existed."

saying those words alone were almost enough to make you cry. you barely remembered what had been happening before you ended up in this empty space with armin, but it hadn't been good. your breathing had been too fast, and you were pretty sure you were having some sort of panic attack. they'd said exposition was going to invoke emotions, but no one noticing while you were clearly in distress brought out a different kind of pain- one you didn't know you could feel.

"because!" armin said, smiling again.

"you're sad! and i don't think you should be sad, so i want to make you happy again! besides, you seem like a nice person, someone who shouldn't have to cry because their parents won't step in."

you smiled at that. a tiny smile, yes, but a smile all the same.

"your friends must be lucky," you murmured, closing your eyes for a second.

the latin words from the 'mass' (it wasn't an official one, not really) were flooding your brain, taking over. the chanting and singing had been enough to make you scared, just like usual. with less people and no music, it had been one of the creepiest things you'd ever done.

"what if-" you started, then stopped.

"what if i can't get through tomorrow?" you asked, not sure what armin would say. what were you supposed to say to someone having a breakdown?

he thought for a minute, saying nothing at first, and you began to get worried.

what if there's no solution? what if, tomorrow, i freak out in front of everyone and they send me home?

"then i'll come back!" he said, startling you.

"you'll... come back? why?"

armin grinned, standing up and offering you a hand.

"you shouldn't have to be sad! i'll make you happy, don't worry!"

you took his hand and stood up, watching the way he spread his arms out protectively. the stupid pose made you giggle a little, and the anxiety you'd been feeling before was almost gone now.

"you will? how?"

he shrugged.

"i'll think really hard about you. i'll be like, 'y/n might be sad right now, i should check,' and it'll bring me back!"

he smiled again, and you felt your knees get a little weak.

he's pretty, you thought.

"okay, armin. i'll think about you when i'm sad and try to come back," you answered, smiling a little.

"armin? hello? anyone in there?" a voice called. you both jumped, and he looked at you sheepishly.

"those are my friends," he said, turning to head towards the voices.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" you asked, not wanting him to leave just yet.

he turned back, still smiling.

"of course! anything to see you smile!"

your shoulder slumped a little in relief, and as he disappeared, so did you, the black fading back into church. the ritual was almost over now, and you were smiling for once.

never thought i'd see the day where i smiled in a church.

you weren't sure if that was real- if any of it was real, really, but when you closed your eyes all you could see was the blonde boy with blue eyes and a pretty smile. you replayed his words over and over in his head, hoping that, no matter what, you'd see him tomorrow.

#armin x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin #armin x gn reader #armin x gender neutral reader #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #armin arlet #armin arlet x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Sweatpants SZN (Angel Edition)

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel goes out dressed like a hoe. Inspired by this post about my frustration by the boys wearing jeans when they sleep.

Warnings: it’s long 3k worth 😬 and a whole lotta filth

A/N: Here’s another series for my Mayan men! I already have plans for Nestor, EZ, and Miguel.

A/N 2: Special dedication to @starrynite7114 thank you for always indulging me and being a wonderful friend

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When you first found out that Angel sometimes wore jeans to sleep it boggled your mind. You were the type of girl that took off her bra, kick off her shoes, and take off your pants as soon as you got home. So, to see Angel sleeping in his jeans was lowkey traumatizing.

As a dutiful girlfriend (and also a partly selfish girlfriend) you bought Angel some gray sweatpants. You wanted him to be as comfortable as possible and looking good at the same time. What you didn’t count on was that everyone else could appreciate the goods.

You were pouring yourself a cup of coffee of when Angel came home. He’d left early this morning before you woke up. “I’m back, querida.” You could hear him setting down bags on the table.

“Good morn-ingg,” the cheerfulness dropped out of your voice when you saw what Angel was wearing. A plain white t-shirt that was getting too tight, because of all the working out he was doing which made him almost as cut as EZ and a pair of those damn gray sweatpants you had bought for him.

“What?” Angel asked, confused at your sudden change in mood. “Do I got something on my face or clothes?” He started swiping his face and body, trying to clean the imaginary dirt off him.

“Nah, you’re good. Did you really wear that to the store?” Angel was genuinely confused. He didn’t see anything wrong with his outfit. “Yeah. Does it not match or something?”

“You really went out like that without me?” It finally dawned on Angel. He heard hints of jealousy. He didn’t know why he didn’t hear it at first, because he was so used to asking this same question. Angel did his best to keep his smile to himself, you were gonna pop a gasket when he told you where he went after the grocery store. “Yeah, you were sleeping. I doubt you wanted me to wake you up to go to the store and Vicki’s place.”

You almost spit out your coffee when Angel mentioned Vicki’s place. “YOU WENT WHERE?!” Angel began putting up the groceries because if he didn’t, he would’ve burst out laughing at you. “Vicki’s. Bishop called when I was at the store and asked if I could drop some things over.”

He was fucking with you. He was avoiding eye contact with you for a reason. “Angel!” He stopped putting the cereal on top of the refrigerator and turned towards you. He didn’t even last thirty seconds of you staring at him before he started laughing. “Screw you, Angel!” It didn’t even bother him that you were angry, your jealousy was cute to him.

Too enraptured in aggressively washing out your mug, you didn’t notice Angel walking up on you until he wrapped his hands around your middle and rested his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon you can’t really be mad, can you? Remember I’m a grown man and can wear whatever I want.” He threw the line you used at him the many multiple times when he didn’t agree with the outfit of your choice.

Damn it! You couldn’t think of a great comeback. “Its not the same!” Angel’s laugh vibrated throughout your body. “Someone sounds jealous.” He sung into your ear. You elbowed him off of you and started putting up the rest of the groceries. “No! You not even all that cute to be doing all of that for.”

“Oh really?” He arched his eyebrow at you before he reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Angel just made you eat your words. It was like you had a golden god standing before you and the only appropriate response would be to get on your knees to worship him. Thankfully, you had a modicum of dignity and only salivated at the man in front of you.

You were so spaced out that you allowed Angel to pick you up and set you on the counter. “What you staring at, baby?” Angel nudged his nose against yours then ran it along your neck.

“Nothing,” you pouted. Angel kissed your nose then your lips. “You sure?” He took one of your hands and ran it along his body. “Because it seems like you were appreciating my arms, my abs,” his voice got lower as your hand went lower, “my dick.” He emphasized the k. “You feel that? That’s all yours, mami. No need to be jealous, ok?”

“Okay.” You resigned your jealousy and tried to kiss Angel, but he pulled away from you. He reminded you of your agreement last night. No sex today until you and him were finished with cleaning the house, and he knew if he let you kiss him then he would end up fucking you right on the table.

Reluctantly you got up, but at least you were motivated to clean the house faster. Angel took on your shared bedroom and bathroom while you had the front of the house. There were stolen kisses between switches of cleaning supplies and smacks on the butt whenever you passed each other (which Angel pretended he didn’t like when you did it to him.)

You had just finished cleaning your part of the house when you finally allowed yourself to watch Angel cut the grass in the backyard. Grabbing two glasses of sweet tea, you went to stand in the doorway and watch Angel work. Even though they were gonna be trouble those grey sweatpants were a gift from god. They slung low enough on his hips that you could appreciated his Adonis belt. The sun beating down on him made him sweat and if it was possible you would pay an insane amount of money to be one of the sweat droplets rolling down his body.

He finally cut off the lawn mower and smiled at you perving at him. “Thank you,” he took the glass of sweet tea and chugged it down, some of it getting into his beard which made you think of other ways to get his beard wet. “All done cleaning?” He asked, backing you into the house. “Yeah,” you pulled him by the drawstrings until his phone started ringing. “Angel, no,” you whined, knowing it either wouldn’t be a short call or it would be call for him do club business.

Unfortunately, it was the latter. Angel apologized for the inconvenience and jumped in the restroom for a quick shower. Before he left, he apologized again and promised to make it up to you after the party at the clubhouse.

Angel dressing like a thot, being denied sex twice in one day, and being left alone to your own devices was not a good combination. You were doing a good job with keeping your brattiness tucked away, but when you were looking for an outfit for the party, your brattiness in the form of dark Kermit was bubbling up. In the end Kermit won.

As Angel predicted, you made it to the party before him and you were wearing the skirt, he specifically told you not to wear without him present. “Y/N, I’m begging you. Please, please go change.” The last time you wore something this risky at the clubhouse, Angel shoved you into EZ’s trailer and screwed you into tears on his bed. “Chill out, I brought my own car tonight. No one is going in your trailer.” That calmed him down only a tiny bit because he knew once his brother saw you, he was going to lose it.

“He’s gonna kill you, Y/N.” Gilly told you while glaring off anyone thinking of trying to talk to you. No one was gonna approach his friend’s girl while he was around. “The only thing he is gonna kill is,” EZ quickly interrupted you, “Please do not finish that sentence.”

Outside Angel and Coco had just arrived from across the border. “Hey man, y’all got some honeys down here.” Paul from the San Bernardino chapter ran up on them. Coco entertained him while Angel listened. He honestly hasn’t paid attention to any other women since you’ve came in your life. “Then there’s one chick, mannnnnnnn. If Gilly wasn’t acting like some damn guard dog I would’ve talked to her already.”

“Gilly got a girl?” Angel asked, opening the door. “Not to my knowledge.” Coco responded stepping in after his friend.

“Oh, there she is!” Paul pointed out to you talking to EZ and Gilly. “Man, it look like she got some good dick sucki-,” Abruptly Angel grabbed Paul by the collar. “I dare you to finish that fucking sentence.”

Paul saw the fire in Angel’s eyes, and he knew he made a big mistake. “Shit, Angel! My bad! I didn’t know she was your old lady. I won’t even look in her direction.”

“Keep it that way!” Angel pushed Paul away and made a beeline towards you. First, it was EZ that noticed him. Suddenly, the prospect was really into keeping the glasses clean. Then it was Gilly who walked away from you in mid conversation, leaving you confused until you felt the familiar mold of Angel’s body against. “You got ten seconds to walk to the backseat of your car or I’m throwing you over my fucking shoulder.” He whispered into your ear harshly while deceiving everyone else into thinking he was just giving you a hug and whispering sweet words in your ears.

The ten seconds started once he released you and you wasted no time. When Angel got like this it was better to shut up and listen. Angel ignored the ‘hellos’ and ‘what’s up, man’. He was on a mission and nothing would stop him. You were just about to open the car door when you noticed that your car was parked in front of the clubhouse. It was close enough for everyone to hear all the ungodly things Angel was about to do to you. “Aren’t you gonna move the car?” You asked when he was still behind you when you opened the back door. “Get in the got damn car,” he ordered through clenched teeth. You scrambled to get inside, from his tone you knew you didn’t want to press your luck. Once inside, Angel wasted no time. He folded you in half like a table, moved your panties to the side and dived in.

Usually when Angel ate you out, he’d warm you up. A kiss here, a kiss there, small slow torturous licks, but right now all that was thrown out the window. This was as brutal as to all the actual rough fucking he would do to you.

His teeth ran across your clit and it felt like he hit every single nerve. “Angel!” You shout out, reaching out to grab his hair, but he slapped your hand away. “Did I say you could touch my shit? Keep your hands to yourself.”

“But Daddyyy,” you whined, still making grabby hands. “What the fuck did I just say?” Angel grabbed ahold of your wrists in one hand and choked you with the other. “To keep my hands to myself.”

“Then do that shit,” he growled. He released you and went back to work. You had to settle for the handlebar by the window because Angel wasn’t easing up. In fact, he added two of his fingers furiously pumping into you. “Look at you creaming all over my fingers. You don’t even deserve them. What did I fucking tell you about this damn skirt?”

“Not to wear it.” You whimpered about to reach for his wrist, but then you remembered his warning to keep your hands to yourself. “Then you understand why daddy’s pissed. Especially when I got brothers from other chapters talking about how fine you are and how you got some good dick sucking lips.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy.” He hovered over you to give you a quick peck. “It’s okay, baby. You’ll make it up to me by screaming my name.”

Still keep his fingers in you, Angel suckled your bud. The combination of his cold rings in your heated core and his tongue flicking your clit, your orgasm hit you like a freight train. “ANGELLLL, FUCKKKKKKK!” You screamed, beating on the surprisingly strong window.

“Keep cumming.” Angel’s voice was muffled by your pussy in his mouth, but you heard him clearly.

Finally, you calmed down but now you were jonesing for Angel’s dick. You went for Angel’s belt but he back away from you as far as the car allowed you to. “Daddy, I need you to fuck me please.”

“I needed you to be a good girl and listen, but we all can’t get what we want.” Angel felt bad when he saw your dejected little face. He decided to give you a little something else also you didn’t say his name enough for him to let everyone know you belong to him. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll give you something to hold you over.”

“I promise, I’ll be good!” Angel laughed at how quickly you agreed to it. He slid your panties off and scooted you closer to him. He grind his clothed groin against your bare one. The friction of the fabric of his jeans on your sensitive clit had you on the verge of tears. “Nah, don’t start that shit,” Angel slapped you. “We still have a party to attend.” Was this man fucking crazy? He expected you to face everyone after this?

Angel proceeded to dry hump you as if he was actually fucking you. “Oh my god, Angel! Just like that. Keep fucking me just like that daddy.” He bent down and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Yeah? You gonna cum all on Daddy’s jeans like a good little slut, huh?”

“Yes, please. I need it so bad, daddy.”

“Ok, just for you.” Angel pressed down on your hips and pummeled into you. “Angel, Angel, Angel,” you chanted his name over and over again while you came for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.

Angel enjoyed your shuddering underneath him, but he couldn’t enjoy it for too long. You two had a party to get to. Taking your panties, he rolled them back up and then fixed your skirt. “When we get out of here you stand in front of me since you made a mess on my jeans, ok.”

“Ok,” Angel pulled you out of the car and smoothed out your clothes. While he did that you tried to clean his face since it was soaked with your juices, but he wouldn’t let you.

The two of you came back in the clubhouse, where the lights illuminated Angel’s face. Gilly was outside when everything happened and when he just saw Angel’s face he shuddered in disgust and called Angel a nasty fuck.

After Gilly left, Liza, head of the Angel Reyes fan club walked up to you two, but she completely ignored you. “Heyy Angel. You looked really good this morning. Sweatpants season suits you very well.” With no shame she dragged her eyes all over his body but was disappointed when you were blocking his crotch.

“Yeah, my girl got them for me. Thanks babe.” Angel turned to you, gave you a kiss, and allowed you to take advantage of it. You took control and basically were swapping spit with him in front of this girl. “Mmm, you taste just like me.” Swiping your thumb across Angel’s bottom lip, you collected some of your lip gloss and juices, and then put it in your mouth. Liza stomped off and Coco called y’all sick fucks.

Just like Angel said, he used you as a shield. The entire night you were stuck like glue. His beer got empty and when you attempted to get up to get him another, he slammed you back down on his lap and yelled at EZ to bring him another. Soon, you figured it had less to do with his now dried and stainless crotch and more to do with your short ass skirt.

The evil bastard also did it so you could constantly feel his erection. It was so bad that you would zone out and think about how great Angel would feel inside of you. You were so deep in your thots thoughts that you hadn’t realized Bishop came and asked you a question. The men around the table laughed at your confused huh and Bishop repeated his question. Quickly you recovered and gave him a smart answer.

“Can’t focus, mami?” Angel smiled against your neck and thrusted his hips, causing more friction between your legs.

Fucking tease! Two can play at that game. The rest of the night you would grind in his lap, making him lose his concentration. You were the reason he lost poker twice that night. Eventually he got tired of your antics and you two finally left the party.

“Imma hit the shower and get all this desert off me. How about you sit and get ready for daddy, hmm?” Angel didn’t wait for your answer and began stripping, leaving a trail of clothes from your bedroom to the bathroom. While he showered you put on your canary yellow Fenty lingerie set. It was one of the few Angel didn’t rip because he loved how it complimented your skin.

Usually Angel came out in a towel or butt ass naked but this time he came out with those damn sweats on. And just like that all the pumping up and the shit talking you did was gone. At this point you were gonna let Angel ruin you.

“Fuck querida, you’re beautiful.” Still standing, Angel bent over, buried his hands in your hair, and kissed you to the point that you almost forgot your own name.

When he ended the kiss, you could feel the energy shift. Daddy Angel was back in the building. He backed away to sit in the chair, but never turned his back on you, so you could keep an eye on his dick print. “Come crawl to Daddy, hermosa.” He crooked his finger at you.

As you made your way to him, he pulled his dick out. You wanted to get to him faster, but that wouldn’t be sexy at all, so you paced yourself. Angel didn’t make it easy for you though. He took his dick out and started stroking it.

Fuck that slow shit, you sped up some more causing Angel to chuckle. “Grab it.” Angel took his hand off of himself and you quickly replaced it with yours. “Feel that, mami? That’s all because of you.” It felt amazing to know you could cause this type of reaction out of Angel.

Normally, Angel would slap his dick in your face, but since he gave you free reign you did it yourself. You enjoyed the hiss that came from you slapped it on your tongue. “See that’s your dick, baby. Now suck it like it yours.” Angel laced his hands behind his head as you went to work.

Keeping your eyes on Angel, you swirled your tongue over the salty mushroom head and kissed the underside. “Stop teasing, querida.” Fluttering your eyes, you tapped his dick against your pursed lips. “What do you mean?” Taking a chunk of your hair, Angel pulled back your head. “You know what I mean. Start sucking or I’ll fuck your throat until no sound can come out of that smartass mouth of yours.”

It really shouldn’t have, but that little threat turned you on more. Behind your back you grabbed opposite elbows, you were gonna make Angel lose his mind with no hands. Easily (thanks to much practice), you took all of Angel in. Bobbing your head up and down you made your man squirm underneath you. “Fuck, just like that baby.” Angel was close, you could tell by the hitch in his voice. So, you played the dangerous game and backed off, only to give him slow, long licks.

“Y/N,” he growled your name in warning. “What?” You asked innocently while unhooking your bra, letting your breasts fall out. “Keep playing this game if you want to. You won’t think it’ll be funny in a little bit.”

To appease your man, you wrapped your tits instead of your mouth around his cock, stroking him that way while occasionally licking the head. “Shit, shit, shit.” Angel abruptly pulled away from you, lifted you from the ground, threw you on the bed, and ripped your panties off. “Angel!” He shoved his sweats off and pumped his cock while he climbed into bed. “I’ll buy you another set. Fuck I’ll buy you all the sets.”

Just like in the car Angel had your ankles by your ears, but this time he actually had his dick inside of you and your orgasm was automatic. “Damn, already? Who’s making you cream like this, mami?”

“You are Daddy,” you whined, clutching onto him. “Mmhmm that’s right. Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours!” You screeched when Angel’s fingers found your clit. “And whose dick is this?”

“Mines,” you yelled as Angel kept hitting that golden spot. “Then start acting like it! Ain’t no other bitch about to take it. This all your dick.”

Pulling Angel by the back of the neck, you kissed him. “Keep fucking me just like that, Daddy. I wanna cream all over my dick.”

“Yeah?” Angel tilted your chin and nipped at your lips. “You like when I fuck you like a whore?” Angel drew back, almost pulling all the way out and then snapped his hips against yours. “Good fucking pussy. Can I cum in my pussy?” You nodded your head furiously. “Yes daddy, fill me up please.”

With a couple of more snaps of his hips Angel had both of you screaming in ecstasy. Each of your orgasms prolonging the other’s. It felt like hours before either one of you caught your breath.

“Sooooo, is it a good or bad thing that I bought some more sweats?” Angel asked, already going down on you, not waiting for an answer.

“Good, definitely gooood!” You shrieked when you felt the first lick.

Thank god for sweatpants season.

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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All Over Again - Chapter 9

Summary: What was lost can be found.

Warning: 18+ Smut, Language, Violence.

Ch. 8

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Each step against the pavement accompanies a quick exhale. The surrounding trees blur by, one single focus in mind.

The compound comes back into view after the last turn. A group of agents, led by Steve, jogging by.

The blonde man nods in passing, then quickly focusing back on the trainee group, and directing them down the path you’d just taken.

You stop just outside the compound doors, the glass giving clear view of the very reason you have been avoiding the compound for the past three days.

New Years day had hit you hard in more ways than one. Saying goodbye to Lena always sucked, with the turn your relationship took though, it was even worse. While you knew it wasn’t goodbye forever, you still held her in your arms for as long as you could.

That sucky feeling amplified the moment you stepped foot back into the compound.

Spending half your time with Lena and the other half working meant little time to address what happened the night before Christmas Eve. Apparently though Natasha had had enough of your avoidance and waited up for you on New Years.

Your ex-girlfriend was incredibly adamant on reassuring you that she had no idea that was going to happen and asked a hundred and one questions about how you felt and if you were okay and so on.

At the time you had no answer, then again, you don’t know if you have one now. Not that it matters, since Natasha notices you enter and part of what’s about to come is expected.

She freezes for a split second and then eases out from her place between Bruce and the wall. The big green man frowns, smile slipping away as he eyes Natasha. Being trained as she is makes it easy for her to pull a mask of contentment and even easier to slip away from him and follow you down the hall with no questions asked.

“Y/n,” She calls. Light but quick footsteps sounding.

Not looking back, you open your bedroom door and step in, knowing Natasha comes in behind you. A heavy sigh wracks your body,“ I still don’t have any answers for you Romanoff.”

She doesn’t miss a beat, quickly retorting,“ back to last names huh? Just a week ago you called me Tash?”

“Yeah well you weren’t engaged when I did that.”

The comment is made without thought. Anger forming in an unexpected way.

Conflicting emotions rise inside Natasha and present themselves as a frown. She’s glad it seems you’ve figured out how you feel. But also anxious beyond belief about this reaction.

“So you do know how you feel.”

You sigh, shoulder’s dropping,“ no I don’t and honestly I don’t know why it matters so much.”

She steps further in, green eyes damn near burning your profile,“ because I feel like this is going to make me lose you. . . again.”

“It won’t.”

Your words aren’t as convincing as you’d like them to be. It’s your way of brushing Natasha off and she knows it.

Her hand falters as she reaches for your shoulder, then she pushes aside that hesitance, and rests it there,“ we both know that’s not true.” She squeezes a bit,“ there was a time when you promised me nothing but honesty.”

She watches as your head rises, gaze fixed outside the window as you gather your thoughts. You then shrug her hand away, and finally turn to face her,“ look Natasha,” her eyebrows raise as e/c meets green,“ I can’t tell you how this makes me feel because quite frankly there are far too many emotions for me to decipher right now. I mean I just- just, came to terms with you and Bruce dating. You can’t expect me to just be fine with this so soon.”

In a split second, a literal slip up, the redhead says something she wishes she hadn’t,“ if that’s the case don’t expect me to be fine with you all of a sudden dating Lena.”

Shocked, you resist the urge to back step, only because that would cause you to fall back on the bed. With a frown you reply,“ what are you talking about all of a sudden?”

Figuring there’s no turning back now, she says,“ I mean exactly that. You go away for like three days to play devil’s advocate for Stark Industries, and when you come back you’re all about Lena who you barely know.”

“For once Natasha you have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about! Need I remind you, seeing as you didn’t know in the first place, I was in National City for two months. All of that time I spent with Lena, not to mention we kept in communication when I came back.” You are trying your damnedest to keep your upset in check but whatever this is she’s pulling, it’s pissing you off.

Her eyes roll and the single step back she takes makes you take a breath in,“ funny. It took you nearly seven years to even consider dating me.”

The look of absolute bewilderment on your face would be laughable under any other circumstance. Wide eyed, your hands raise to press against the sides of your head,“ wh- I- where the hell is all this coming from Natasha?! Genuinely what is the point of any of this! I’m sorry that I don’t have all the answers to your questions. I’m sorry that I can’t exactly come to terms with your engagement just yet but I would never do this to you.”

“Y/n I-”

“No Natasha I told you the first time you asked me that I just needed time and you haven’t given me that. And now you’re taking shots at my relationship.” With a heavy sigh, you push a hand up through your hair,“ I. Need. Time. And if I don’t get that then this friendship or whatever it is, won’t continue.”

Having said that, you brush past the redhead, and leave your own room.

Thoughts speed through your mind like the goddamn Flash and it gives you the worst headache.

Out of all the ways that little interaction could’ve gone that wasn’t what you were expecting. Honestly, you hated having to say that but you meant it. There’s only so much pushing you can take from her, especially on this topic.

The fact that things had seemingly just fallen into place made this all the more sucky and you wish more than anything that you could either fix it all or get away.

“Y/n! How was your-”

Wanda’s words are cut short when you throw your arms around her in a tight hug.

The younger woman makes it a point to avoid reading your thoughts, or anyone else’s, without explicit consent. But your thoughts are so loud she hears them without even trying. She feels the waves of emotions crashing over you: confusion, anger, regret, hurt. All of it no doubt the reason you’re seeking comfort from her right now.

Carefully, she takes hold of your waist and turns you so that you’re both in the room, before closing the door, and reciprocating the hug.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Y/n,” she squeezes you a little,“ even if it may not seem like it right now.”

A shaky breath fans across her neck and she prays to god you don’t start crying cause then she’ll start crying and usually when that starts it takes a minute to stop.

Somehow, through immense frustration, you manage to withhold your tears. It’s not so subtle, as deep breaths and slight squeeze to Wanda’s shoulders clue her in to your restraint. But she just let’s what you’re doing play out, only moving when her legs start to grow tired.

The witch eases you both on to the bed, maintaining her hold on you, and sporadically whispering a reassurance.

Neither of you pay much attention to how long you’re there but being in the woman’s presence and on the receiving end of her comfort helps a lot. When you do move it’s cause you’d rather not be the reason Wanda’s entire left side goes numb.

Luckily, since she’d heard your thoughts, that clear to you by the feeling of her presence in your mind, you don’t have to say anything about what happened. Nor do you have to express how you feel, but it comes anyway.

Pushing yourself up, you rest against the headboard and look down at your fingers.

“Sorry for-”

“No.” Wanda’s hand quickly grabs yours and squeezes,“ don’t apologize. I’m always going to be here for you, no questions asked.”

You look at her for a moment, the younger woman smiling softly at you. Then you scoot down a bit to rest your head on her shoulder.“ Natasha won’t stop pressuring me. And then had the audacity, after I told her I needed time to get used to it, she started talking about my relationship with Lena. Like. . . things aren’t all of sudden. Right?” You find yourself frowning, a very miniscule bit of doubt rising in you.

Wanda sighs,“ come on Y/n. Don’t let this disagreement make you question things. I’ve seen you with Lena, it’s real. Something like that doesn’t depend on time. I wouldn't've been surprised if you came back the first time saying you were dating.”

A soft chuckle falls from your lips at her words.

Genuinely had your mind and heart not been so caught up on Natasha at the time you could see things between you and Lena happening faster. The woman is so incredible, which you knew from the very start.

Your best friend’s hand rises to your head and fingers run through your hair.“ You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah of course. Just, this sucks. It seemed like everything was perfect.”

Refraining from scoffing, Wanda just shakes her head,“ well honey I hate to tell you but nothing’s perfect.”

A snort of a laugh leaves your lips at her term of endearment and she smiles brightly at being the cause of your partly lifted spirit. Why it caused you to laugh so hard you don’t know but it felt good to after everything that just happened.

When you finally settle with a deep breath, Wanda raises her eyebrows,“ what’re you gonna do?”

You shrug.

“If you need a break I’m sure Lena would love to have you again.” She points out, nudging you with her elbow playfully.

With a sigh, you shake your head,“ as much as I would absolutely love to go see her, I can’t. One: she literally just left three hours ago and two: we have a mission to prep for. Cap said it’s priority so I can’t reassign.”

“Right.” She nods along, remembering.

Silence creeps in and you both take it in. Wanda’s fingers continue to run through your hair and you absentmindedly pick at the fringe of her cardigan. This very position is where you stay for the next hour or two, conversation rising and falling about everything and nothing. Wanda ensures that she doesn’t mention Natasha or the situation at all. Which you’re grateful for.

While the younger woman hates that you’re having to deal with this, she’s also glad to be spending some time with you.

It’s not as though you’d neglected your friendship or anything, but with all your back and forth from NYC to NC, the amount of time you spent together was nearly cut in half. So when you end up turning the night into an impromptu sleepover there’s a smile all over her face. And it carried into the next morning where she gets to watch you make crepes for breakfast, the whole time spent joking around and singing Hamilton songs(yes she’s been learning the lyrics, especially to her favorites).

The day is spent goofing off until you have to go train and then go over mission info. There was still a lot of information to be collected but that was for Bucky and Steve to worry about so after the meeting, alongside avoiding Natasha entirely, you go back to your room.

Lying back on the bed, you pick up your phone to find the numerous messages from Lena and her friends, mainly Kara and Winn.

An instant smile plays on your lips at the CEO’s text. In an instant you ask if she’s busy and the moment she says no you’re calling.

“Hi.”

Just the sound of her voice alone makes you sigh.“ I miss you too much. I’m getting on a plane. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

Her giggle sounds, racing straight from your ear to your heart, causing it to speed up in an all too familiar way. A way only Lena could make it race.

“I’ll send the jet immediately.” She says in turn, both of you now laughing. Then ending with sighs, yours slightly heavier, which Lena picks up on.

She could hear in your voice the second you spoke that something, whatever it was, wasn’t right. So she asks.“ Is everything okay love?”

Another chuckle comes from you, this time humorless,“ am I that easy to read?”

“No I just know you enough to tell when somethings the matter.”

Little does she know her words make a new annoyance rise in you. Annoyance at Natasha for even having said what she did and annoyance at yourself for doubting for even a second.

Your girlfriend gets more and more worried as the seconds pass. You can’t even see the way her hand rests gently against her desk as if she were resting it over your hand. She wants nothing more than to be there for you, physically. That isn’t an option though.

She settles for saying,“ Y/n you know you can tell me anything.”

Which you do know is true. It’s why you tell her, at least a summary, of what happened with Natasha. Lena’s calm response is slightly surprising. Then again you have a much deeper reason to be upset at Natasha than you.

“Well I imagine it must be pretty hard for both of you.”

Your eyebrows raise,“ uh- what?”

Lena chuckles softly,“ Y/n there’s a lot between the two of you, relationship and break up wise, stuff I’m sure you haven’t even told me. And I’m not excusing what she said by any means,” her tone takes just a bit of a hard tone when she says that then softens again,“ but neither of you should be expecting the other to be okay with everything.”

Taking a deep breath, you pause, and release loudly,“ is this what it’s like dating a genius.”

“Of course it is.” Her voice inflates a bit jokingly,“ Infinite wisdom is all I can provide.”

“I’m sure that’s not true. You have much more to offer Miss Luthor.” You’re quick to tell her, meaning it more than she could ever know.

Quiet passes over for a moment, near silent breaths sounding before Lena speaks. Her words having not been heard since that first time on New Year's Eve.

“I love you.”

A splitting grin hits your face and you feel overly childlike when you bury your face in the pillow beside you,“ I love you too Lena.”

Sadly your conversation can’t go on, both of you being pulled away, Lena by a meeting and you by Wanda. After two quick, softly spoken goodbyes, you hang up.

The look on Wanda’s face as you both walk down the Compound’s hallways makes you raise a brow,“ what’s that look for Maximoff?”

She shrugs, looking off nonchalantly,“ I just like seeing how happy she makes you.”

“I-” heat rushes up your face,“ yeah. She does.” With a short chuckle you wrap an arm around her shoulders,“ you make me happy to Wan.”

“Oh I know.” She nods, smiling smugly.

Rolling your eyes, you both head to the common room for the usual team movie night. E/c lands on Bruce and Natasha cuddling and you look away, recalling Lena’s words and what happened earlier.

This is going to be tough on both of you. How it ends you don’t know but thinking about it is too much, so for the time being you’re going to focus on what’s most important.

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clearwillow · 3 years

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50. Either way that strikes you. ❤️

Hi @dawnrider ❤️ I actually opted to do both, cause not only was it a particularly sucky night and the fluff was needed, but because this will probably be the only prompt I get sent.

Decided to do "Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway." around Hired Help, because that AU really needs some fluff right now. It would be early on in the fic, for those that have read it. (I'll add it to AO3 once I can think of a title, so for now it's tumblr-exclusive)

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Kagome dropped down unceremoniously on her couch and sighed. Her feet hurt something awful. Those cute pumps she had bought to go with her new outfit for work? Hurt like she’d walked on glass shards all day. She came out of them as soon as she had her front door open and forced herself not to grab them by her toes and fling them across the apartment.

They were still expensive, even if she had gotten them on sale.

Her work involved walking. A lot of walking. She thought that the heel hadn’t been difficult to walk in, and she hadn’t felt any discomfort until she’d sat down in her car. Then it had hit her and all she’d wanted to do was get in bed and sleep. Only she’d have to get home first.

“Mistakes were definitely made,” she decided, glaring at the offending footwear that sat on her coffee table. Her phone buzzed and she had to give herself an awkward pat down to find the device to see who the text message was from. “Inuyasha?”

[Kags, you have anything going on tonight?]

Unsure of his intentions, Kagome chewed her lip in thought before typing out a reply. [Only if watching TV counts? What’s up?]

[Actually…nevermind…]

[No, no – what is it, Inuyasha?] She was about to call him and find out what wasn’t important enough to ask all of a sudden. He’d done that when they were kids, and it had driven her crazy then too. He’d start to ask her something and back out immediately after. Before she could hit the button to dial his number, his message came back.

[I wanted to know if I could come to your place? But you’re probably tired after work. I know I had you running all over the building.]

Even in a text she could feel the guilt coming from him. He didn’t know her shoes were going to hurt her like they did. Hell even she didn’t know! They’d only been coworkers for going on a month, at best. She had to learn the ropes. Find out where everything was located. Plan the most efficient means of reaching each office on the regular. It was more her fault than anything really. [Inuyasha I don’t mind!] Her thumbs flew across the screen keyboard as she responded. There was something about his text that had her gut telling her that there was more to it.

And when it hit her, she knew good and well there was an underlying question he would never ask outright.

[Inuyasha…really. It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway. My mind is buzzing too much to wind down, and I’d love the company.]

[Are you sure?]

[I’m very sure.]

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When the doorbell rang, Kagome tried not to let it show on her face that her feet still hurt like a bitch as she hobbled to let Inuyasha in. But when she opened the door to see him standing there, giving her a lopsided grin, she didn’t care if her feet were on fire. Her friend was here now. “You’re sure this is alright?”

“I told you yes, you big doof. Now get in here already!” Kagome shook her head as he walked inside, taking in the worn out jeans and t-shirt he’d thrown on. There had been a time when she remembered he wore those rock band shirts and barely filled the shoulders out. Now she could see the way his shoulder blades moved beneath the cotton as he shifted the weight of the bags in his hands.

It was…hypnotizing. And if she wasn’t careful she’d probably be drooling in a second.

Wait. Why did he have bags?

Inuyasha must have noticed her staring – hopefully at the bags, she realized too late in horror that this might not be the case – and answered unprompted. “Thought you might want to eat something that you didn’t have to stand on your feet to fix. Got some junk too. You still like Sonic hamburgers, right?”

The way he looked back up at her, how unsure he was, because he didn’t know if her tastes had changed since they’d hung out…it broke her heart. It reminded her of all the time they’d missed out on, and for him to show up at her doorstep after work just showed that he wanted to make up for that time. Kagome stepped forward and dropped her hands over his, deliberately sniffing out loud. “You got onion rings, right?”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Of course.”

Nothing would ever make Kagome turn Inuyasha away, even if he hadn’t remembered that she liked onion rings with her burger. He was making an effort to rekindle their friendship, to spend time outside of work together. And the fact that he was leaving his own place on a night with a new moon said so much. He didn’t want to spend it alone, and chose her out of everyone he could spend the evening with.

Sleep was overrated and she knew she’d have the day off the next day anyway.

They ended up spreading the food he brought all over the coffee table. Inuyasha couldn’t help but notice how she tossed the shoes she’d plucked off the table and into a lone chair. He hadn’t said anything about it, too focused on eating before their dinner got cold. The TV was more background noise than them actually watching, either critiquing how bad the reenactments of the hauntings were or reciting commercials word for word when they weren’t reminiscing about their childhood.

Kagome wasn’t expecting him to ask “Why did you get those shoes if they hurt your feet so much?” out of the blue.

“Because I didn’t know they’d hurt my feet?”

“Give me your feet.”

“What? Are you insane?”

“Let me see, Kagome.”

“No!” To reiterate that she wasn’t about to show her feet to Inuyasha, Kagome tucked her legs underneath herself in an attempt to hide them.

She really wasn’t expecting Inuyasha to reach across the couch and grab at her legs.

Kagome let out a squeal and wiggled in her spot, trying to shake him off. Inuyasha had one of two moods; he could be the most reserved person in the room, or he could take initiative in the most outlandish way. There was no in between with him, and when he set his mind to something there was no stopping him. And he’d decided right then and there that he was going to pry her legs out from under her. She felt her weight being lifted off the couch and squealed again, throwing her arms around his shoulders.

His very…very…strong shoulders.

It gave her pause, feeling the strength in him and allowing him the chance to set her back on the couch cushions with her feet draped across his lap. It was hard not to be disappointed. No one had ever carried her like that as an adult. She didn’t think she was light enough, but Inuyasha… he’d handled her with ease.

Kagome gulped. Not good. ‘Don’t think about your friend like that, Kagome.’

“You okay?”

“Huh? Oh…y-yeah,” she mumbled, ducking her head. “You just surprised me. That’s all.”

“You thought I wouldn’t do it?”

“No I knew you would. I just…you’ve changed, Inuyasha.”

Dark brown eyes looked at her in confusion. “Is that good, or bad?” he asked with uncertainty.

“Good for you,” she assured him. “But…bad for me. I missed out on seeing the changes as they happened. You’ve gotten so strong. Your hair’s longer. I mean I could go on but you don’t look like the boy I had to tell that I was moving away anymore.”

Inuyasha snorted. “Good thing, then. Cause I remember the pictures,” he teased, hoping to cheer her up. “I’ve always been strong, if you’ll remember. Now I just look it, so I dare anyone to call me a fucking hobbit.”

She had been seconds away from letting slip that yes – yes he did look strong now – but it would not have come out sounding like a friend. “I love your hair,” Kagome said instead. Whether the mass of curls that hung around his shoulders were silver, or black as they were now, she loved them. “Long hair suits you.”

He grinned, reaching for one of her feet. “And not having bludgeoned feet from your boss running you ragged all day suits you.”

Kagome started to protest because she could always soak them the next day, but the moment he pressed his thumb into her instep, all that came out was a low moan. Oh god, that felt better than any foot soak! His hands slowly and delicately kneaded her feet, not missing a spot and watching her face for any signs of discomfort. When he had both massaged to his satisfaction, Kagome shifted around on the couch to lean against his side.

“You know you’re not my boss, right? Your father is.” She pointed out.

“You’re my personal assistant. That means you answer to me.”

“That sounds like I should call you Master,” Kagome snorted. “Do I need to get a genie costume?” There was a choked sound and she looked up at him to see him looking elsewhere. Was he…was he blushing? “You thought of something dirty, didn’t you?”

“N-no!”

“Yes you did!” Kagome laughed as the blush got brighter. “Tell me, Inuyasha! I wanna know!”

“You really don’t!”

“We’ve got all night, Inuyasha…” Okay that should not have made him blush more, so it had to have been something really dirty. Kagome bumped his shoulder with hers and started a string of “Please, please, please” since he was holding out on her. “You never kept secrets from me when we were kids,” she reminded him.

Inuyasha opened and closed his mouth for a minute. “This is waydifferent!” he pointed out, adding “You wouldn’t have filled out one of those costumes as easily back then!”

The silence was deafening.

Now Kagome was blushing. Inuyasha was still blushing, only looking like he was about to crawl into the couch after realizing what he’d just said out loud.

Kagome couldn’t decide if she was meant to be upset or flattered. ‘Oh god, that means he’s looked!’ her brain screamed at her. She knew she was nothing but a flat mess up until her sophomore year, and she hadn’t really developed until late that summer before her junior year began. Inuyasha wouldn’t have known that, but he’d noticed. She could get offended, be upset that he was insinuating something that was very much true at one point, or be flattered and take it as a compliment. She couldn’t react any other way because while there were other options, this was Inuyasha. He’d never given her any indication of anything else.

Finally she said, “I don’t know if I’d want a pink costume.”

The body she was still leaning against relaxed at her words. “Jewel tones would be better, anyway.”

“And I don’t know if I’d call you Master either.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because you get this weird look on your face when I say it! You’re not my boss, remember! We don’t need that power play dynamic in the office!”

Inuyasha visibly looked put out. “I wouldn’t do that,” he mumbled, but she could still see the hint of red on his cheeks, so she knewthe dirty thoughts were still simmering. “What if I asked you to call me Sir, then?”

“Like a Knight in shining armor?” she laughed.

“I took care of your feet, didn’t I?”

Kagome nodded, “That you did. Thank you, Inuyasha.” She dropped her head onto his shoulder, taking his hand in hers.

“Ought to be thanking you,” he replied, leaning back into the couch. “You could’ve told me no earlier.”

“I told you it’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway tonight.”

Fluff Prompts

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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request: (only if you'd like to continue it or maybe in a different universe) bf!h realizing he likes the mc more than friends, while they're talking one day at her work and he can't registered what she's saying because he's thinking about her, I know you said fluff wasn't your forte but I really love your way of describing situations

I ADORED Grammy best friend Harry! It was my request, I'm so happy you wrote it!

Thank you for requesting this! I’m starting to like these two haha

Continuation from this blurb.

WC: 1.3K

“Will that be all?” You tuck your pad and pencil into your apron as soon as a family of three nods, scurrying to the back to place their orders.

Your pants cling to your legs from the pitcher of tea spilt on you an hour ago. It’s not the first time you’ve had a beverage as part of your outfit, but today is not the day. Two waitresses never showed up and no one tips well, ever. One of the cooks keeps crying and no one’s asked him why, and soon it’ll be you trying to help pick up the pieces of his life. The manager doesn’t like the way you set drinks down. A woman tried to bring her dog in because it’s her birthday. There’s a baby, somewhere, screaming, and you are never going to have kids. Ever. Not that kids are an option with how pathetic people tip.

You check the time and give yourself three minutes of salvation, throwing the bathroom door open and hiking your leg up under the hand dryer. It burns, and for a second you worry your jeans will catch fire, but surely that would be too much, even for a day like today.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You drop your leg and spin around, smoothing out your apron. “I’m just trying to dry off a bit. This guy knocked an entire pitcher—

“I don’t care if he poured soup all over your head. This is not your break. Get back out there.”

You can feel the resentment Savannah has for her entire existence oozing off of her as you rush past, holding your breath until your ears are filled with all things work.

She’s just mad she would never be able to get her leg up that high.

“Table nine.”

You take the command and glide through your routine: snatching a menu off the cart and waltzing through the restaurant like you own the place, smiling at people like you care, wetting your lips to recite whatever the fucking special is today.

“Good evening, I’m—”

“Exhausted?”

All the tension you’ve been storing up for the night deflates. “What are you doing here?’

“Well hello to you too.” Harry fiddles with his rings, but it’s nothing to admire. You are at work. “Long day?”

Fuck Savannah. Fuck sticky pants. Fuck the fucking tips.

You slide into the booth across from Harry, back towards the corner. “Never ending.”

“Thought I’d drop by.” He shrugs and slips the menu from your hand.

“Has no one said anything to you?”

“Look,” he nods out to the floor, “sea of gray.”

He’s right, most of the customers are pushing eighty tonight, more concerned with getting home by seven than the celebrity drumming his rings on the table in the back.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

You bite your lip, because not crying at work is unspoken rule number one. Do. Not. Cry.

“Today’s just been shit. I hate everyone, I might get fired for the fucking wobbly glasses we use, Savannah’s a bitch and the cook is allowed to cry all he wants because no one even sees him. I don’t even know his name.” You take in a breath. He didn’t ask for all the details but you’ve got to release some steam or else you won’t make it to the end of your shift without exploding. “And then my jeans are gross and a kid laughed at me because he thought I peed my pants. But it’s tea! And then there was this dog and then this morning I almost missed the bus and this night will never end. And then I get to wake up and do this all over tomorrow. I’m so sick of everything!”

He’s silent, and you wait for his stupid advice that only a rich person can offer, but the sentiment will hold you over until your shift ends.

“Are you listening?”

“Hm? What?”

You suck in a breath, counting to ten, ignoring the utter stupidity of your best friend.

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“Clearly. Thanks for stopping by.” You go to stand, but he moves faster and grabs your arm.

“No, don't go. M’sorry. I was just…”

“What?”

“I—I don’t know.” His face heats up, a heavy shade of red growing up his neck and onto his face, ears like tomatoes. “I just missed you.”

“I’m right here.”

“But I haven’t seen you...in like a week. A whole week.”

“Do you want your boa back?”

“Fuck, no y/n,” he shakes his head and looks away, toying with his lip, “I want to spend more time with you. I want you to...I just want you!” He scrunches down after his outburst, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Not much. Just your complete, undivided attention, twenty-four seven.”

You stare at him, no longer aware of your wet jeans or the pain in your neck. “Wait, like, like…”

“Yes. Like that. Like, you should tell Savannah or whoever that you’re sick so we can leave.” His eyes widen. “I mean only if you want to!”

“Just leave?”

“With me. Yes. Really, you should just quit. You're a sucky employee, I mean look at you, sitting here talking to me. And this place is shit. Why do you think I never come here?”

“Hey!”

“You hate this job.”

“I don’t have a choice now do I?”

“You could work for me?”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know, I’ll pay you for something.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not sketchy sounding at all.” You roll your eyes, reminding yourself to not indulge in his weird fantasy.

“What about going back to school?”

“Your lack of awareness, of how all of the regular people live, is no longer funny.”

“I can pay—”

“If you offer to pay for one more thing I’m going right back to work.”

“Shit, y/n, I hate seeing you work yourself to death. Never getting to see you because you’re always working.”

“I do believe you’re the one that has the globetrotting job? At least I pick up the phone within a reasonable amount of time!”

“Okay, here we go about the phone again for fuck’s sake,” Harry rolls his eyes, pushing against the table so he’s slouched in the corner, “excuse me for being busy.”

“Well don’t pick on me for not being available.”

He huffs, tapping the wooden table, cinching his mouth to the corner of his face. “You know what this is?” When you shake your head, he leans forward and licks his lips. “We’re just fighting because subconsciously, we think flirting would be weird.”

“We’ve had sex.”

“That’s different.”

“So...this is us...flirting?”

“Basically.”

“Insulting each other?”

“Pretty much.”

“You like that?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? Go ahead, call me a name. Go on.”

You huff, trying your hardest not to smile, but it’s no use. “You’re acting like a complete psycho right now.”

“Great! See? That was hot.”

“Harry you’re insane.”

“Stop, darling, we’re in public.”

“Y/n?” At the sound of Savannah’s voice, you scramble out of the booth. “Are you asking to be fired? Get back to work.”

“I was just taking an order.”

Savannah rolls her eyes. “Looked like it.”

Once she walks away you turn back to Harry. “You’re getting me in trouble!”

“That’s all you babe.” He picks the menu up and scans his eyes over it. “Can I have spaghetti?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’ll stay until your shift’s over.” He sounds like he’s pleading, or like he’s doing you a favor.

You reach for the menu, but he tugs it back towards himself, bringing you along with it to kiss your forehead.

“Harry.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Harry…”

“I want my boa back.”

#not sure if it's exactly fluffy...#but i tried lol #request #requested #blurb #harry styles writing #cherryyharryy

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ilovebeing-weird · 3 years

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Have a Coffee

Chapter-3

Chapter-1 Chapter-2

So, people who like angst. There won't be much angst here. I hate it! There would be hurt/comfort at best. This is going to be a fluffy story. And if I get anything wrong in the airport scenes, it's because idk how they work. Never been to an airport.

"Flight 204, to New York, from Air France will leave soon. Passengers please board the plane. Flight 204....." The voice was heard from the speakers

"Queenie, it's our flight. Let's go." Marinette called Chloe, who was busy fighting with a person, because he didn't recognise her and it's 'ridiculous, utterly ridiculous'

"Hmph, you better keep up with the celebrities. I am the Chloe Bourgeois. The only daughter of Style Queen, Audrey Bourgeois. The person who has her own amazing business. The best friend of cocci-"

"Chlo!" Mari put her hand to prevent her from speaking more than necessary. "Our flight, let's go."

"Oh"

"Je suis désolée Monsieur." (I am sorry sir)

"C'est bon." (It's okay)

"Let's go Chloe."

"I can't wait to go to New York! It's gonna be sooo much fun! I am so excited" Adrien squealed heading towards his seat

"When are you not excited?" Kagami asked rolling her eyes at her boyfriend's behavior

"Don't put your cloudy shade over my sunlight." Adrien said dramatically, in response Kagami again rolled her eyes.

"If you think I am such a rain cloud, why are you dating me?"

"Because I love you, Duh!"

Kagami's face went as red as a tomato.

"Aww, you're blushing!"

"No, I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I am not."

"Yes-"

"Guys as cute as you are, can we just please move." Luka said moving to his seat

"Sorry Lukes."

"Luka-bear, window seat is mine."

"I know Bee."

"Mari, you get the aisle seat. And Lu you'll have to sit in the middle." Chloe pointed to everyone's seat

"Yes Queenie!" Marinette saluted

"Perfect, now I will sleep for hours, I need my beauty sleep after all. If I will get dark circles it will be ridi-"

"RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS" All of them yelled

"Melody, your soul mark is in English, right. Maybe you'll find your soulmate here."

"Oooooh"

"Yeah, probably. My luck is not that good though."

"Don't lose hope yet Marinette, who knows maybe something good will happen."

"Maybe"

"The flight is ready to take off, passengers please wear their seatbelts. The flight is ready to…"

"I think we should get seated." Kagami took her seat "And Mars, don't worry, you will find your soulmate soon. It's destiny."

"You're right. It's destiny."

They all got seated, and Marinette was dying from lack of her coffee.

"I need my coooooffeeeee."

"No, sleep."

"Coffeeeee."

"Mel, for the last time, Sleeeeep!! Please."

"But I don't wanna. I have work-"

"That can wait. I am sure your clients will understand. And even if they won't I am sure you're ahead of your schedule." Marinette opened her mouth to say something but closed it again, it happened for a good three minutes before she gave in.

"......fine."

"Good"

"but you are working as my mannequin later."

"If it gets you to sleep."

"Why are you obsessed with making me sleep?"

"Because I care." Came his soft reply.

~After 5 hours~

"Marinette~ Where are you?~" A maniacal voice was heard

"Marinette! Answer me before I come there! Guess I will have to teach you another lesson!"

"Why don't you just die, you stupid piece of shit?" A punch

"Why are you even alive?" A kick

"You're nothing more than a waste of space." A push and marinette fell to the ground

"Nobody ever loved you, and nobody ever will! You don't even have a soulmate!" Marinette tried to say something, deny it, tell them that she had one, but she couldn't "And your "friends" they just hang out with you for pity!"

"I can't even believe I was friends with you!"

"You're nothing more than a jealous bully!"

She tried to do something, anything! But she wasn't able to, it was almost like she was bound by an invisible force.

"I hate you! I can't believe I was besties with you! You are just a liar and a bully!" Another kick, it didn't hurt. Not more than their betrayal.

"Asshole!"

"Bitch!"

"Slut"

"Waste of time!"

She sat there, listening to them. All of their insults, she didn't care. Not anymore.

"Guess I will have to put an end to it all, huh? I feel sad, you were a good playtoy." Her da-, no Mr.Dupain said, and the knife came down, she was screaming but no sound came out

"Marinette!" Huh? She didn't die?

"Marinette!" Adrien, she recognized the voice

"Marinette!" Marinette woke up with a shock

"What happened?"

"You were screaming and thrashing in your sleep."

"Oh, I had a nightmare." Adrien wiped her tears, she'd been crying? She didn't know.

"Wanna talk about it?" No she didn't, it will make it all real. It would bring flashbacks and she would have a panic attack.

"Not really." It was good that Adrien respected her wishes and didn't push it. "How long till we reach?"

"Uh, it's been five hours, so I am guessing three hours more. You wanna eat something?"

"N-" Adrien cut her off

"You know what? You do want to. You will obviously deny it, but I am not gonna let you starve."

"Why are you all like this?"

"Like what? So caring and such good friends? You deserve it."

"I hate you, each one of you."

"Aww, you know you love us! You looove us"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Mari rolled her eyes. She knew she loved them, they knew she loved them. They all loved each other, platonically obviously. But, there was a part of her which always wondered if they hung out with her just because they pitied her. They wouldn't do that, right?

Would they?

Finally almost eight hours passed, she had eaten and now she was working on some new designs while her friends slept peacefully.

"There has been a technical issue, the flight would land right here, in Gotham. Passengers are required to please wear their seatbelts and not panic."

WHAT!? The flight had to make an abrupt stop at Gotham at all of places, the fucking CRIME CAPITAL!! Oh no, oh no, OH HELL NO! This is a disaster, this is a disaster, a disaster. Wasn't luck supposed to be on her side? Did the miraculous mean nothing?

She quickly wore her seatbelt and checked all of her friends' too before waking them up.

"Umm, guys, there has been a technical issue, the flight's gonna land now, so you may wanna wake up." It didn't work, the formal and polite option didn't work "GUYS WAKE UP! THE FLIGHT'S GONNA LAND RIGHT NOW IN GOTHAM!" That worked! It jolted awake all of them.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!!"

"You've got to be kidding me!"

"In the fucking crime capital?!"

"Maybe it is destiny." Marinette gave Luka a weird look that said 'are you crazy or something?'

"Maybe you will find your soulmate here."

"Of fucking course. In the crime capital. Maybe my soulmate is a criminal too, huh?"

"Don't be such a pessimist Mari, there are good people too in Gotham."

"So any idea what we wanna do?" Marinette asked once they were out of the plane.

"Let's order a cab to New York?"

"Yeah, let's do that. Let me check the cabs… There's no cab available for where you wanna go….. " Blood drained from Adrien's face as he read that.

"So, we are forced to stay in Gotham?"

"Kinda"

"Well what should we do now?" Luka gained their attention

"Let's go shopping!!" Chloe, obviously, cheered "Before either of you deny, Kags, you need new clothes, no offense, but you really have a bad fashion sense. Luka-bae, I need you to carry my bags. Adri-kins, Kags need you. And Mari-bear, you have a good fashion choice." Luka and Adrien sighed, guess they have to carry their bags forever.

"I don't know Chlo, I really need some coffee and have to do some work. I guess I will go to a café instead." Marinette said sheepishly

"Hmm, if you say so." Marinette was genuinely surprised that she let her off the hook. Usually she would be dragged with them. "You can send us your location and we'll meet you there in two hours?"

"Sounds like a plan."

"Okay, bye, don't have a overdose~"

"Bye queenie!"

"Now let's find a café with an internet connection and quiet environment." She quickly searched all the café near her, fortunately the nearest café was within walking distance.

She walked for ten minutes before she reached the café "coffee and joy" apparently this café has amazing coffee and the batfam, mostly Red Robin, always comes here. The atmosphere was good, not too crowded but enough for it to be good.

She walked inside, it was good. As soon as she walked in she was greeted by the fragrance of coffee. The circular tables had plants on the side, couples were talking and chattering. There were families enjoying themselves, and a person who was typing away on his computer, huh, he almost looks dead. Well, who was she to judge, she was sure she looked the same while she was working.

She went to order. The workers there were happy and cheery. Weird, this is Gotham. Aren't people supposed to be gloomy and annoyed here? Well, Paris, the supposedly city of love, the people there are--the ones she knows the rest she is sure are good--are evil. She is not even exaggerating.

"Hi! How can I help you today?" The worker, she learnt the name was Sam, asked her.

"Hey can I get a black coffee with…..eight espresso shots? thank you!" The worker looked shocked, obviously anyone would be shocked if someone ordered this much caffeine. She muttered something that she couldn't quite make out but it sounded like 'there's three of them' . What did she mean by three of them? Eh, whatever.

"What name should I write on the cup?"

"Marinette." Marinette, the only reminder of her fam- the people she lived with. The name that was given to her by her grandma that she loves dearly. At Least her grandparents are good people.

"Okay, why don't you wait and I will call you?"

"Sure" She went to the table in the corner. So she would not grab any attention but will be able to go to the counter easily when called.

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Tim was having a sucky day. Firstly, he was almost late to the meeting because Bruce thought it was good to let him sleep in. Fuck you Bruce! I don't need to sleep. Then Alfred banned coffee. Why? Because apparently he had a little too much coffee. Thirdly, his brothers were still obsessed with making him sleep, he already slept last night!

"Ughhh" Tim groaned, luckily his favourite café was just around the corner. He would go and grab some coffee there and work in peace.

Upon entering the café he was greeted by the sweet fragrance of coffee. Oh, how much he loved it. If he didn't find his soulmate he would marry coffee. Bruce wouldn't have a problem, right?

"Hey Sam!" Tim greeted the always cheerful barista

"Hey Mr. Drake. Your usual?"

"Yep."

"It will be ready soon!"

Thanking her Tim made his way to his usual table and took out his laptop to go over the meeting details. After a minute or so grabbing his coffee and feeling alive again Tim started working on the documents. He was so lost in his world that he didn't realise someone coming in. Only when her name was called did he realise that.

Out of curiosity, Tim looked at her, and what he saw was something he would remember forever. That woman was beautiful. He knew that it was wrong, he knew that he had a soulmate, he knew he should wait for them wherever they are, but he also knew that he felt a connection with her, he also knew that he had to take his chance. So that's what he'll do.

Waiting for a while to gather some courage and thinking about what to say. He started to make his way to her. Only to be stopped by her sad expression, she was angry, mostly sad looking at her laptop. Huh, looks like she's not having a great day. He decided that he will go to her with coffee, after all what was something that coffee couldn't solve. He ordered two coffees for them, he knew that her order was the same as his.

He took a deep breath and made his way across the café to her and offered her the beverage in his hand. "Having a rough day?"

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Marinette was relieved that she got her coffee. She hasn't had any since morning. Why does the world have to be sooo unfair to her!? Opening her laptop she found some new commissions…..and some emails from her old class. Can they just suck it and move on? How childish can anyone be.

She knows that she shouldn't be but she was sad looking at it. She was just about to delete them when a voice startled her.

"Having a rough day? Have a coffee, It will make it better." Marinette being Marinette jumped at the voice.

"Ahh! You scared me! Wait a second….. You are my soulmate! Thanks for the coffee by the way." As soon as their hands touched there was a golden glow around them, a welcoming glow.

"Hey, soulmate. I am Timothy Drake-Wayne please call me Tim."

"Hey Tim, I am Marinette. Nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, Marinette." Tim kissed her knuckles to which she responded by blushing.

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lizbotw · 3 years

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HELPLESS | SUGAWARA

request: aaa for the character and song suga and helpless from hamilton please-? also I HIT THE UNFOLLOW BUTTON INSTEAD OF ASK IM SORRY HHHH I LOVE YOUR WORK

you have me in my hamilton feels now, good job. AND OMG IT’S OKAY LMAO tysm for the support omg ur so cute and sweet, ilysm wtf :( ♡ making me cry

“What do you think of him?”

You stopped dribbling the basketball and turned to face Kiyoko—her hair tied up into a ponytail, the school gym uniform on—confused.

You didn’t get what she meant (or rather you did, but...). “What?”

“What?” Her face was set dead serious.

You scowled. “What do you mean what? You’re the one who asked the question.”

There was a stare-off between you two before giggles erupted out of her and she hid them behind her hand, eyes squeezing closed. You huffed and turned your attention back to rolling the ball between your two palms, feeling the ridges of its outline. She was laughing at your expense but you couldn’t fault her because you had done the same to her countless times. You also knew that she was onto you, no matter how well you tried to hide it.

“You know who I mean.”

“No I don’t.”

“Suga.”

Your jaw clenched at the words, trying to maintain a hard exterior, but on the inside your heart was beating rapidly at the mere mention of his name. “I don’t know.”

Heads over heels in love is what you wanted to say.

Wanting the conversation to end, you readied the basketball in your hands, bent your knees and jumped a little to shoot for the net high up by the backboard.

Miss. The ball bounced on the rim and came to roll right by your feet. You planted one foot on top of it to stop the momentum and out of the corner of your eye saw Kiyoko looking at you. “I never said I was good.”

She was back to smiling and you knew you could never be mad at her. “You know that’s not what I’m thinking about.” You wished she was just talking about your sucky basketball skills and not the boy of your infatuations.

The coach’s whistle rang out through the area—gym class was over. You scoped up the ball from below your feet and followed behind Kiyoko to the exit of the gym to the connected locker room, eyes roaming over the space as you watched the other students abandon the activities they’d been doing as well.

“Whatever.”

“You forgot this.”

You jolted, accidentally kicking your desk and causing it to move with a screech that echoed through the classroom. Eyes wide, you turned to see who had snuck up on you. Brown eyes were the first thing you were drawn to, then the shock of silver hair, and finally the worried expression and the badly concealed smile that was slowly overtaking it.

“Did I startle you?” A small laugh spilled out of him. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just— that was cute.” You could tell he wasn’t sorry.

You tried to ignore the burn of his words in your chest and the flips your stomach was doing. “What are you even doing here?”

“Well...” He rubbed the back of his neck and that’s when you noticed two brown paper bags clutched in his hand. “You forgot your lunch in my class when you came to see Daichi this morning. Thought you might be looking for it.”

The lunch period had only just started, so you didn’t even have time to miss your lunch before Suga had brought it. He must’ve rushed over here to give it to you as soon as class was dismissed, although you chose not to point that out.

“Can I sit here?” He was pointing to the empty chair next to you where Kiyoko had just been sitting. Wait—where was Kiyoko? Knowing her she must’ve ran off as soon as she saw him coming in order to give you guys some “alone time.” You cursed her in your mind, although the reminder of his question and the way his gaze was so fully focused on you made you forgive her instantly.

You looked again at the two bags he held, recognizing yours where you’d scribbled your name on the front this morning, and understanding at once that the other was his—he’d planned this.

You smiled. “I’d like that.”

Time: 1:35 A.M.

From Suga: Are you up?

From (Y/N): No.

From Suga: Haha, very funny. Anyway look outside your window.

From (Y/N): So it was YOU who kept throwing rocks at it when I was trying to sleep. I can’t believe this.

From Suga: I confess to nothing. Now are you coming or not? These meat buns are going to get cold so maybe I should just eat them all myself—

From (Y/N): CLIMBING OUT THE WINDOW RN

“Where’d you get that?” Kiyoko thumbed the smooth pendent that hung from a silver chain around your neck. Your last initial and “S” were carved into it. It was painfully obvious what it stood for.

“Nowhere.” You didn’t look her in the eye, but she understood.

“When?”

“Saturday.”

Her lips curled up into a smile and you were thoroughly embarrassed. “I’m expecting to hear the whole story later.” How had you gotten so lucky to be best friends with someone who was willing to listen to your constant lovesick rants?

“And then he—”

You heard her out of breath, laughing on the other end of the phone. “Okay, okay, I get it,” she managed out, “he’s perfect and charming and—”

“No, no, he’s so much more than that, you see.” You were giddy with excitement, rolling around on your bed as you squealed over the phone with her, the grin stretching across your face starting to hurt your cheekbones, although you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

There was a hum of contemplation on the other side. “You know, I don’t think I quite see. Why don’t you explain it more to me?” Her teasing tone was like music to your ears and was one of the last things she managed to get in before you launched into another night-long tangent about him.

“You think this’ll work?”

“Of course it’ll work, this is what they do in movies all the time.”

Suga narrowed his eyes. “I’m serious, Daichi, I don’t want to mess this up.”

Daichi sighed, crossing his arms. “How many times have we had this conversation already?”

“Five times,” Asahi provided helpfully from next to him.

“Thank you, Asahi. And how many times have you almost said, ‘I love you,’ Suga?”

Suga looked away, lips pressed into a line. He knew Daichi was right. “More than five times,” he mumbled.

“Exactly. This is getting out of hand.” Noticing Suga’s worried expression though, he clapped a reassuring hand on his back. “You’ve never been worried about things like this before, get it together.” And with that, he turned to go, Asahi falling into step with him. “Go get ‘em, tiger,” Daichi called back, looking like he was enjoying this a little too much.

“We’ll be waiting on the bleachers if you need us,” Asahi reminded him.

And then he was alone.

Suga stared down at the box in his hand. This time it was a bracelet. Funny how you’d gotten matching necklaces on a whim before either of you had made it official—then again, you both knew what it was that you had. There was no one else he’d rather be stuck with at 2 A.M. on top of a hill, watching the quiet pull of the lake below, your words spilling out of you and filling the space and your laughter lighting up the night sky.

You still deserved for him to seal the deal though.

It was strange, but he found himself missing you even though it had only been a day. But right now he was alone and overthinking this whole thing—what if he had misunderstood how you felt?

Wait— no— not alone. The sound of footsteps nearby clued him in on someone’s arrival. You were here. You peeked your head around the corner before he had a chance to prepare himself and he quickly hid the box behind his back out of surprise.

“Suga?”

“You’re here.” He almost face palmed for stating the obvious, but was thankful when you didn’t point it out.

Instead you said, “You look like you saw a ghost.”

More like an angel. The fact that even those few words had his face burning with the desire to be closer to you reminded him how completely at your mercy he was.

Looking at the way your gaze softened and you stepped closer to him, he remembered how you’d done the same thing so many times before and now there was no question in his mind that you felt the same way—from the second you saw each other you were both helpless. Perhaps now it was time to completely surrender control.

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late night snacks. | j. yunho

a/n: i needed to like.. write something due to having some type of writer’s block the past few days kjddkf but here’s the full fic, if you have seen the teaser ehe. this is lowkey sucky but at the same time i like it and that’s what matters pfft. hope you enjoyed reading this! ✨💖

"y/n."

a soft groan left your lips before you shifted on the bed, just to face the other side. the creasing of your brows slowly softened up once you started to fall back to sleep, muscles relaxing once again until...

"y/n."

cue another groan coming from you, your eyelids slowly fluttered open. due to the sleepiness still in them, you could only make out a shadowy figure in front of you, which caused you to sit up awake to scream in alarm until a large hand quickly covered your lips.

"calm down, calm down. it's just me, yunho!" said male reassured.

heart still thumping rapidly against your chest, you swear that you can almost feel it jump out of your chest. it took you a few more seconds to finally calm down while your roommate watched you with concerned eyes.

"you scared me, yunho. what do you want?" you asked with a hand on your chest, patting it gently to calm your heart as you sat up while rubbing the sleepiness away from your eyes.

though relieved it wasn’t some random intruder about to kidnap you, you glowered down at the tall male who managed to look so tiny just kneeling down next to your bed. yunho, who could see the slight annoyance painted over your visage, quickly spoke up before you would snap at him for disturbing your sleep in the little hours of night.

“come with me, let’s go to the convenience store.” he declared.

“jeong yunho!”

✿✿✿✿✿✿✿✿

you don't even know how it happened. one moment, you were in your bed, and now suddenly, you are dressed in your most comfortable hoodie and leggings, seated on the barstool of the convenience store overlooking the nearly empty street, the window in front of you acting as a barrier between the inside of the store and the outside.

“an ice cream sandwich of choice for our lady.”

the sudden image of the said frozen treat appeared in your line of vision made you look up at your roommate who was grinning down at you despite you glaring daggers at him from the rude awakening earlier. yet, you grumbled a low ‘thanks’ and took the ice cream sandwich as yunho took his seat next to you.

you won’t lie, it was difficult to stay mad at the male seated beside you.

yunho had always been the cheerful one in your friendship and somehow would pack a lot of energy with him, frequently bouncing in place due to his excited nature. of course, it would be unrealistic to say that he's all smiles 24/7. it is a little harder to approach him whenever he is in a bad mood, and it was not because he looked scary. rather, his face would be devoid of any emotion, holding a poker face, and looking as if something was in his train of thoughts. sometimes yunho would even zone out whenever he's in the middle of a conversation with someone, especially with you.

just as easy to tell he is in a bad mood, yunho is never good at lying. whenever he is feeling guilty of something, his eyes would be looking everywhere, and even if he did look straight at you, the way his eyes would twitch and occasionally widen ever so slightly would give it all away. just like how you had caught him trying to hide the fact that he spilled your paint water all over the floor. the poor potted plant was somehow labelled as the guilty one for ‘pushing the paint water due to its huge ass leaves.’ yunho’s words, not yours.

at the memory, you couldn't help but to let out a chortle underneath your breath, immediately catching yunho’s attention as he curiously looked over at you. you merely waved a hand in a dismissive manner upon catching the inquisitive look on his face yet, the male merely urged you to tell him.

“i was just trying to remember how i got the nickname ‘pup’ for you.” you merely stated, taking a small bite out of the ice cream sandwich and hummed approvingly at the sweet taste washing over your tastebuds.

“easy, you called me that as soon as you saw how i reminded you of a golden retriever during the first day of meeting.” the male grinned, nudging his upper arm against your shoulder.

upon hearing those words, you couldn’t help but to smile at the memory.

your eyes read over the address in the text you received, double checking to make sure you were in the right place and not some random stranger’s house. though, fingers crossed this house is the last one you needed to visit. you had been driving from place to place according to the flyers looking for a vacant place to stay since your time in the dorm is almost up so you needed to move out, and you needed a place to stay in, fast. but of course, the places you’ve been to were either near a shady place, or the vacant spot has already been filled. it is safe to say that you are almost on the verge of giving up.

with a deep breath heaving out of your lips, you lifted a hand up to ring the doorbell, patiently waiting for someone to open the door as soon as you heard the slight thumping of footsteps scrambling around from the inside. taking your time, you glanced around the place.

the place wasn’t that big but it sure looked like it could fit both you and your potential roommate. it was a huge bonus point that the place is located near your university as well, you probably won’t even need to drive considering how it’s just ten minutes away or so. you could deal with that. plus, the place is much more welcoming than the couple of places you’ve been to. it was when the sound of the door unlocking along with it being swung open managed to catch your attention and pry you away from your thoughts, wanting to greet the person.

your words somehow died in your throat once your irises were met with a beautiful shade of dark brown. yet you only noticed them later on since your eyes were instantly caught on the peachy toned strands of hair, albeit a little messily. in front of you, stood a boy, a very tall boy, dressed in a simple brown sweatshirt with black sweatpants.

“um.. can i help you?” he spoke, his voice rather deep yet it held some type of gentleness in them.

you mentally cursed yourself from staring at him before clearing your throat to speak, holding up your phone to show the text you had received earlier.

“i was the one who texted you about um.. the roommate thing?” you said, unintentionally making your sentence sound like a question instead of an answer, while the taller male looked at the text.

as if realising what you meant, his features brightened up with how his lips curled themselves into a huge dream, his cheekbones rising due to the bright smile he held. if you were being honest here, he looked like an excited puppy. at first, you felt nervous as you never had a male roommate before but the grin on his features managed to make you feel less nervous as you immediately sensed his friendly aura surrounding him.

“oh, yes, yes! you must be y/n l/n, i’m yunho, jeong yunho!” he introduced, immediately ushering you into his place.

once in, your curious eyes wandered yet again while yunho showed you around his place, a mini house tour if you will. the interior design of his apartment was simple yet somehow it added a bit of his… personality? pictures hung on the walls of the doorway of what you assumed to be his family and friends, most of the pictures you see are of the same eight people in them, yunho included. you also noticed the few little details around his place, especially the little dog shaped clock hanging on the wall of his living room.

“and this room can be yours! i used to have a roommate living with me but he had to move out of town.” he said, opening the door of the said room.

you peered in and went inside once yunho stepped aside so you could have a better look. true to his word, the room was rather empty. the only things present in the room were a single bed just near the window, a closet, and of course, a dresser with a decently sized mirror. you noted the slight dust blanketing the closet and dresser, a clear indication that the room hasn’t been used in quite a while now. but you didn’t care, nothing a few hours of cleaning the room up couldn’t do.

while you were looking around, yunho on the other hand fidgeted quietly in his place, long digits playing against the sleeves of his sweatshirt. it has been quite a while since he had a roommate, the months of living without a roommate made the extroverted male a tad lonely and more often than not, bored, of not having anyone to hang out with whenever he is required to stay in the house. so many thoughts ran through his mind, already creating some type of reassurance that it will be okay with whatever choice you choose later on. besides, it’s not like it will be the end of the world if you didn’t choose to be his roo-

“so when can i move in?”

what?

yunho’s eyes widened, surprised at the sudden statement you had said, blinking a few times as if he had heard wrong. seeing his surprised expression, you couldn’t help but to think whether you were being too bold for immediately making up your mind. reaching a hand up, you rubbed the back of your nape.

“i.. i guess it’s too soon, huh?”

snapping back into reality, the peachy haired boy immediately shook his head and waved his hands frantically in the air to reassure you that it wasn’t the case at all. despite being surprised, he couldn’t hide the jovial look painted over his visage, slightly bouncing in place as he could feel the excitement and happiness in him just overflowing his entire being.

“no! you can move in as soon as you are ready, you can even move in right now!” yunho grinned, eyes twinkling.

his actions only made you realise a low chortle. the male might look intimidating at a glance due to his height but to you? you have made the conclusion that he looked like a golden retriever who still thinks he is a puppy. and that was enough to make you coo internally at him, finding it endearing.

“calm down, pup! i still haven’t got most of my things.” you chuckled but it died off as soon as yunho casted a confused look towards you.

thinking you must have said the wrong thing once again, you tilted your head. “what?”

“you called me ‘pup’.” he said, blinking a few times with wide eyes.

groaning at yourself internally, you could feel heat rushing through your cheeks from the unintentional slip up, mumbling a string of apologies. you expected yunho to grow awkward upon hearing the nickname, thinking it might have weirded him out now. the last thing you want right now is a tense atmosphere with your own (potential) roommate.

instead, you were met with yunho’s smile yet again as soon as you looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.

“hey, calm down. i have been told that i resemble a puppy often, so it’s fine! i like it anyway.” he winked and laughed, an attempt to lighten the mood around the two of you.

and from there, the two of you started to bond. thanks to yunho, you were able to move most of your things inside the vacant room, now slowly being filled with your own things and added a lil bit of your personal touch by painting on the wall with your own creativity. whenever you started to paint and decorate your room, yunho would always linger around your doorway or even in your room, offering all the help he could.

sometimes, you would even let the male paint whatever he wanted on your walls. it took you a while to reassure him, though. poor guy was worried he might ruin all the pretty doodles you had painted on your wall. but of course, you didn’t care. when you mentioned how his own doodles would make it special, you could see how his irises brightened though still unsure. with much contemplation, the peach haired boy agreed. before you know it, your walls were filled with little doodles of dogs, courtesy of yunho, along with your favourite flowers.

from then on, the two of you instantly formed a tight bond. you would also always spend every sunday doodling on empty pages of your sketchbooks, teaching yunho how to paint, yunho teaching you how to dance (since you saw him practice a piece one time when you got home from class), or going to a random store to buy a few things to decorate your rooms.

“sunflower?” yunho nudged you, causing you to blink repeatedly from your little trip to memory lane.

just like how you would call him ‘pup’, yunho had decided to name you in different types of flowers, though more often than not, he had been calling you sunflower instead of random ones. you switched your gaze from the empty street to the puppy-like eyes of the male next to you, smiling at him as a silent way of telling him he had your attention.

“tomorrow’s sunday, well, technically today is sunday. you know that, right?” he smiled down, crumbling up the plastic wrapper of his own treat he had earlier.

“of course! what’s up?” you replied, leaning your cheek on the palm of your hand as you stared up at your roommate.

“i was thinking, you wanna finally get started to find more art supplies? i’ve noticed that you’ve run out of pain and i could really use the time to take my mind off of dance classes for now.” he offered, mirroring your own actions.

you couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight of his cheek all squished against his hand, reaching your own hand to poke his cheekbone with a faint nod of your head.

“sounds good to me. though, let’s go home and sleep first, mm? unless you want us looking like zombies in the streets, pup.” you joked, standing up from your seat to throw away the crumpled wrapper of your ice cream sandwich, yunho following suit.

“sleep sounds good. let’s go home, sunflower.”

and with that, the two of you walked out of the convenience store side by side, talking about some of the events that the both of you failed to mention during the past week.

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You Rewrote My Ending (ABCD Friendship) - Candy Cane

A/N: so glad i finished this today!! i have two other wips im currently working on, and im so thankful for @chaoticnachokitten for beign a cheerleader and beta for this one!!! thank you!!! you can follow me at @sillylittlecandycane if you so please <3 enoy :3 Summary: After a long week, the four bffs finally get a chance to relax.

Adore has had what feels like the absolute longest week ever. She knows Courtney was struggling too, Bianca’s texts sound grumpier than usual, and Darienne hasn’t been texting enough, which basically confirms for Adore that they all need to get together asap.

The youngest of the four sends the absolutely most pathetic text she can think of to the group chat, then boom! Next thing she knows, Darienne’s inviting everyone over to her place, Courtney is making sure Bianca’s bringing rich lady alcohol, and Adore is calling in their pizza order to be delivered to Darienne’s.

As the two musicians rush around the house gathering their things before the Uber arrives, Adore remembers at the last minute to poke her head into Trixie’s bedroom so at least one of their other roommates knows where they’re going.

“Hey Trix?” Adore says before she’s even looking in, the second she does look though…

Katya and Trixie are shoulder to shoulder in the latter’s bed, laughing their asses off over something on the laptop situated on their laps. Adore doesn’t quite know what she’s seeing, it’s definitely not the first time they’ve acted like this, but it is… different.

“What’s up?” Trixie says, still coming off the high of laughter.

“Courm and I are headed to Darienne’s for the night, I dunno when we’ll be back-”

“Cool, have fun!” Trixie cuts her off a bit too quickly.

Adores glances between her roommates, deciding she’d much rather go get cuddles from her favorite shady elephant than psychoanalyze these two psychos.

“Kay, bye!” Adore grins, slinging her backpack over her shoulder to meet Courtney at the front door.

Courtney looks exhausted, even if her makeup is totally perfect, and Adore is really, really worried for her. Her shoulders are a little too slumped, her hair is just a little too messy, her voice just a little too groggy… Adore hates it. She cannot wait for their night of relaxation to start.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. They get the text from their Uber, rush outside and climb in, then after a bumpy, curvy, wild ride from a seemingly normal driver, the roommates tumble out of the car a little worse for wear, but fine.

Courtney is the one to knock on the door of Darienne’s townhouse that lies at the very edge of the city. Bianca is the one to open it for them, holding a large glass of wine and wearing an expression of fondness and exasperation.

“It took you long enough,” the older woman snorts, “Even the fucking pizza guy beat you two.”

“Our Uber driver was probably insane,” Courtney sighs, accepting Bianca’s hug as she walks into the familiar home.

“Yanks!” Adore shouts before practically launching herself into Bianca’s arms, pressing her face into the crook of her friend’s neck, feeling warm and safe in the embrace.

Bianca runs a hand through Adore’s tangled, dyed-red hair, “Missed you too, bitch.”

Adore throws her head back in free, happy laughter, she’s definitely missed her best friend this week, and it feels so good to be with her again. The singer looks up to see Courtney leaning against Darienne, who looks just as tired as the rest of them. Adore is kind of excited to hear about why everyone’s just had a collectively sucky week or day. Those three are hilarious when ranting while drunk, and she could really use a good time.

Adore grabs Bianca’s hand so that they can go and join Courtney and Darienne in a nice, big group hug. They all hold onto each other tight, a firm reminder that their friendship is unshakable, and that one bad week can’t hurt any one of them.

They pull apart after a few minutes, then Adore looks out into the kitchen curiously.

“So… the pizza’s already here?” she asks cheekily.

“Go get your fucking food, you needy bitch, because once you’re done I’m going after your nasty hair,” Bianca says in her typical motherly way, reaching up to ruffle Adore’s hair.

Darienne rolls her eyes, “Hey, don’t take too much of my good wine either! I’m old, I’ve lived long enough to deserve it.”

Adore laughs out a “Yes, mom!” as she heads over to the kitchen, Courtney right behind her. Despite living in the same apartment, Adore doesn’t really get to see Courtney or talk to her as much as she wishes she could. Their schedules rarely line up, and Courtney has been spending more and more time out of town over the last couple months. Adore doesn’t think she would ever be able to say it out loud, but she’s terrified Courtney is going to move out of town with how much she’s been away lately.

And that would suck for so many fucking reasons! One, she’d have to find a fourth roommate, which, gross, talking to new people. Two, Courtney would be moving out. Three, Courtney wouldn’t even be in the same fucking city anymore! Adore doesn’t know what she’d do without being able to crawl into Courtney’s bed for cuddles at four a.m., or Courtney’s way too peppy early morning attitude. It would just suck.

Head spinning with worry, Adore grabs a couple pieces of the veggie pizza, then pours herself more wine then either of her old lady friends would approve of. Courtney follows behind her, the two lean against the kitchen counter, quietly enjoying each other’s company, eating pizza and sipping on wine.

Adore smiles when she hears Bianca and Darienne’s crazy laughing, and then giggles when the two of them tease each other as they storm into the kitchen.

“You two look pathetic,” Bianca says gruffly, arms crossed over her chest as she stares at them from the other side of the counter, “Let’s go watch Real Housewives or something, I wanna make fun of ugly bitches and I’ve already said all I can about everyone in this room.”

“Fine, but if anyone stains my sofas I’m going to lose my damn mind,” Darienne says, even though she’s already taking Adore and Courtney’s hands to lead them to her couches.

“Impossible, you lost your mind ten years ago,” Bianca retorts, sitting down on the end of the couch.

Darienne doesn’t say anything, but she’s laughing along with everyone else, and it’s really, really fucking good. After everyone’s situated on the couches, Adore curls up on the floor against Bianca’s legs, her cheek resting on her friend’s knees. Bianca absent mindedly runs her fingers through Adore’s matted, messy hair while Courtney and Darienne argue over what to watch.

“Ugh, your hair’s a mess, kid,” Bianca complains, “I can hardly put my fingers through it!”

“I’m too tired to brush it though,” Adore whines.

“Well I told you earlier I’d take care of it for you,” Bianca reminds her, trying not to smile at the way the younger perks up.

“Thank you…” Adore mumbles, her face pressed tight against Bianca’s knee.

Bianca smirks, “You gotta let me up though so I can get a hairbrush.”

“Nooooooo!”

“Then I can’t fix your hair, you lazy mermaid.”

“…Courtney?” Adore asks hopefully.

“I’m not getting up,” the Aussie says, snuggling further into the soft cushions of Darienne’s couch, her cheek resting on said friend’s shoulder.

“Count me out too,” Darienne says, her tiredness from the week extra heavy in her voice.

Adore groans and rolls off of Bianca’s legs, her back resting against the couch so that Bianca can get up. Bianca pats the top of Adore’s head before she gets up, and Adore’s eyes drift to the TV, which is playing some over dramatic reality show. It’s perfect for this kind of night.

Before she even has time to miss her Willow too much, Bianca is back and tugging the younger in between her legs so that she has a good angle to take care of the rats’ nest Adore is currently calling her hair. Darienne and Bianca start a back and forth banter over the craziness happening on screen, while Courtney intermittently interjects and Adore laughs along with her friends, immensely enjoying the gentleness of Bianca’s fingers and the methodic, soothing motions of the brush.

No one is sure when, but Adore quickly starts dozing off against Bianca’s legs, and only moves when Bianca tugs her up onto the couch. Adore winds up with her head in Bianca’s lap, and her long legs sprawled across Courtney’s and Darienne’s. They tease her a little at first, loving and good natured, but are quick to give it up once they realize she really is falling asleep in B’s lap.

“Poor kid is just completely worn out,” Bianca mutters as she works on an extra difficult knot.

Darienne sighs, “Yeah, one of those weeks for us all…”

“This was the first full week I’ve been home in months. I’m really glad to be back, but I think it’s just made me realize how tired I am from travelling,” Courtney admits.

Darienne squeezes her hand sympathetically, “Don’t overwork yourself, that’s how you turn out to be a bitter old bitch like Bianca and I.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” Bianca chortles, brushing Adore’s hair gently, “I was two times worse than you are, ya know, and I didn’t really have anyone around me telling me to calm down. So take the advice now, and maybe a vacation while you’re at it.”

Courtney smiles fondly at Bianca, and leans over a conked out Adore to give her a one-armed hug, “You are much more of a sweetheart than you want anyone to know.”

“You don’t gotta rub it in my face,” Bianca says with an eye roll.

“Oh no, we will be holding this over your head for the rest of time,” Darienne teases.

“You’re one to talk,” Courtney smirks, “And I’d say it’s less of a secret with you.”

Darienne feigns a scandalized expression, reaching up to grasp at her heart, “Courtney! How could you?” Courtney’s shoulders shake with laughter, causing her to accidentally jostle Adore, which in turn makes the youngest of the four groggily protest being woken.

“What the hell…?” Adore whines, her cheek squished against Bianca making her words almost unintelligible. Bianca pets through Adore’s hair to soothe her back to sleep while whispering to her, pointedly ignoring the looks from the other two ladies as she does so.

“She has you wrapped around her little finger,” Courtney says, nothing but awe and amusement in her voice.

“As long as she doesn’t figure it out I’ll be fine,” Bianca jokes, not denying it.

“From that first day at that damn club…” Darienne says, reminiscing already.

“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Bianca complains, wrinkling her nose, still detangling Adore’s hair even though it’s almost perfectly smooth now.

Courtney grins mischievously, “Remember how much you couldn’t stand me? Or Adore? I think Darienne you liked from the start, but that’s because she’s just your type of person.”

The older woman rolls her eyes fondly, “Yeah, I remember. You two were so fucking annoying, and if it hadn’t been for Darienne being the most tolerable bitch in the building I probably would’ve strangled someone.”

“That sounds about right,” Adore mumbles sleepily. The other three chuckle and Bianca brushes back Adore’s hair from her face.

“I remember hating all three of you immediately,” Darienne jokes, the others laughing along with her, “I only like people with good taste in makeup.”

Courtney gasps in faux offence, Adore sniggers into Bianca’s lap, and Bianca continues the banter, “What does it mean now that we’re your best friends?”

“That there’s still hope for you guys yet.”

Courtney nearly falls into Darienne’s lap from laughing so hard. Maybe they’re all over-doing it on the wine, but they’re having too much fun to consider slowing down. Courtney hasn’t felt so relaxed and happy in weeks, and she can’t help but to regret not calling Bianca sooner.

She sighs and curls closer into Darienne, “So what happened with you this week?”

Darienne hums boredly, “Just my boss being shitty, but what’s new? Oh, and that guy I met on Facebook turned out to be completely worthless.”

“It’s not your fault the people around you are awful,” Courtney says sympathetically, “You deserve better than anyone like them.”

“You know what? I do,” Darienne agress confidently.

“I’ll beat them up for you,” Adore offers, lifting her head up just enough to be heard.

“Now that’s a fight I’d like to see,” Bianca grins.

“I’ll send you addresses next week,” Darienne says, patting Adore’s calf, which is still sprawled across her lap.

“I love you, Darienne,” Adore sing-songs loudly.

“Bitch, stop moving so much I’m trying to fix your hair,” Bianca complains.

“I love you, too, Bia!”

Courtney rubs Adore’s back softly, “Awww, what about me?”

Adore quickly sits up, causing Bianca to grumble in surprise, and turns herself so she’s nose to nose with Courtney, “Courm, I love you so fucking much and I don’t know where I’d be without you so please, please don’t move out because I can’t function when you’re not around-”

“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Courtney frowns, placing her hands on Adore’s shoulders to steady the younger girl, “Move out? What are you talking about?”

Adore’s eyes water, and she swallows hard, “I know you’re planning on moving out because you’re always out of town, and you’ve been getting a lot of mail from this one company, and I just… Please don’t go, Courtney.”

Courtney throws her arms around Adore’s neck and pulls her in for a tight, loving hug, “I’m not going anywhere, Adore. I promise. I’m sorry that it looks like I may be planning on moving out, but I swear I’m not.”

“Thank God,” Adore mumbles, snuggling closer to Courtney.

Bianca rolls her eyes, but they all know she really does find it sweet, “Alright, now that the mushy shit is sorted, Adore can you get your fucking knee off of my appendix?”

Adore rolls herself off the couch and onto the floor with a yelp, “I’m okay!”

Courtney giggles, “Bianca, appendixes are so old-fashioned. If you want I can recommend you a surgeon to get rid of that.”

“Of course you can, you cunt,” Bianca says, playfully slapping Courtney’s arm.

Adore looks up at her three very best friends. She wouldn’t trade them for the whole world, not ever. They’re too perfect, too perfect for someone like her, but somehow they’re still hers. So she’ll take what she can get, and accept it for what it is.

She loves them, and she knows they love her too.

#rpdr fanfiction #adore delano #courtney act #bianca del rio #darienne lake #abcd #biadore #fluff #light angst #lesbian au #cisgirl au #s6 #you rewrote my ending #candy cane #concrit welcome

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No Cuddles For a Week

@tdbkweek21 / Entry 2: Punishment/Savior

Pairing: Todobaku Warnings: Arguing/Yelling, Sickfic (Nausea) Word Count: 3195

A/N: Entry 2! As much as I chose punishment for the prompt, it’s like more of a bet than a punishment so -shrugs- I guess it’s close enough ^^; Hope you enjoy! <3

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"I can't believe you would do something like that!" Shouto yells the second they're back in his dorm room.

"Chill out, Shouto. It all worked out in the end." Katsuki leans against the door, watching as his boyfriend paces around the room.

Shouto whirls around and stalks toward him, pressing him up against the door. Normally, Katsuki'd enjoy this position, but not when the temperature is fluctuating so rapidly like Shouto can't decide whether he wants to freeze him or set him on fire more.

"Oh, yeah?! And what if it didn't?? You think I would have wanted to see you get injured in front of me? Or captured again?" The 'or worse' isn't said but both of them hear it anyway.

Katsuki winces as it becomes clear that Shouto's not angry at him, not really, but is some combination of concerned, afraid, and relieved. "No. I don't think you would have. But come on, everything's fine, babe. We saved the day back there. There were no casualties."

Shouto deflates a little and presses up against him. Katsuki curls his arms around him, a hand drifting up and playing with Shouto's hair softly.

"There could have been…" Shouto mumbles after a moment. "If that didn't work out like it did, it could have gone so badly."

"I know." Katsuki lightly scratches Shouto's scalp, sighing softly when Shouto relaxes some. "I'm sorry. I can't promise I won't do it again, but I'll consider other options first."

"I guess that's all I can ask." Shouto nuzzles into Katsuki's neck, clinging to him for a moment before huffing softly. "You make this so difficult." He mumbles, almost petulantly and Katsuki can't help but snort as he lifts him up to carry him to the bed.

"Oh, yeah. How so?" He settles them with Shouto in his lap, chuckling a little at the pout on his boyfriend's face.

"You calm me down so easily. I had this whole punishment in mind but now I don't think it's worth it anymore."

Katsuki raises an eyebrow and nudges Shouto lightly. "A punishment, huh?"

Shouto rolls his eyes and shoves gently against Katsuki's chest. "Oh, hush. It wouldn't be anything fun. You know you're not supposed to enjoy a punishment after all."

"What would it have been?" Katsuki asks and Shouto chuckles a little as he curls further into Katsuki, tracing his fingers over Katsuki's cheek.

"No cuddles for a week." Shouto chuckles again at the way that it's been less than ten minutes since their argument and they're already cuddling. There's no way they would've lasted a week. Even if Katsuki could manage it, Shouto has a feeling he would've caved before the week was up.

"Ouch, princess. That's harsh." Katsuki says, drawing Shouto in further. "Doubt you would last the whole week before ending the punishment early."

Despite having thought the same thing himself, Shouto narrows his eyes at the competitive tone, feeling like he needs to defend himself. So he does.

"Like you wouldn't be suffering either. Need I remind you who starts most of our cuddle sessions?" Shouto raises an eyebrow as he looks Katsuki in the eye.

"Uh, yeah, that's you, princess. Hate to break it to you, but I know how affectionate you truly are under that icy exterior. You wouldn't last the week." Katsuki challenges, smirking when Shouto sits up sharply.

"Oh, yeah? Wanna make that a bet? Loser does one thing the winner wants, no matter what it is."

"You're on," Katsuki says and they shake hands. "However, this should start tomorrow so that it's a full week."

Shouto glances at the setting sun outside the window and nods. "That's fair."

This was about to be the most difficult/interesting week they've had in quite some time.

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Nothing changes immediately the following day. They don't usually get to spend a lot of time with each other between classes and training and the same is true of the first day of their bet.

In fact, they make it well into the evening without it being a problem, caught between homework and studying with their respective friends. Even the fact that it's a scheduled movie night with their classmate doesn't phase either of them.

Katsuki goes to sit near Kirishima while Shouto sits with Midoriya, receiving a confused look almost immediately.

"Um, Todoroki-kun? Are you fighting with Kacchan?" Shouto shakes his head and Midoriya frowns a little. "Then why aren't you sitting with him?" His eyes widen and he waves his arms around. "Not that I mind you sitting with me! It's just you guys tend to cuddle during movies…"

"I know. But we're in a bit of a challenge right now." Shouto says with a small grin. "To see who can make it through the week with no cuddles without caving."

Midoriya starts laughing at that, apologizing when everyone turns to shush him and muffling his laughter with his hands until he calms down. "I'm sorry!" he whispers to Shouto, who waves off his apologies.

"I know, it's not an easy bet, but it'll certainly be interesting."

"Mhm." They turn their attention to the movie then.

After the movie, Shouto starts to go through his normal routine, freezing at the fact that the no cuddling rule renders this little habit obsolete. Normally, about an hour before Katsuki goes to bed, they meet up to talk and cuddle. It's a good way to get out any stresses they had that day before going to sleep, but now that's not really possible… Is it?

He pulls out his phone and texts Katsuki.

S: So, are we still meeting up or does the bet negate this? K: Why would it? … Oh yeah… K: Still, you can come over. We can still talk, just no cuddling this time.

Shouto nods and almost forgets to confirm that he's coming before pulling on some comfy clothes and heading down a floor to Katsuki's room. When he arrives, he almost instinctually crawls into bed beside Katsuki before remembering himself and sitting at the foot of the bed, leaning up against the wall.

It's weird for a moment but they settle into it, the whole process of getting to talk to each other still being relaxing. In fact, they get so into it that they nearly forget that there's a no cuddle rule in the first place aside from a few idle thoughts.

When Katsuki's alarm goes off, Shouto stands up with a soft chuckle. "It is a bit weird for me to leave so promptly, huh?" Katsuki nods, both of them thinking about how neither of them wants to stop cuddling when it's time to separate for the night.

Shouto walks over and kisses Katsuki softly before turning to leave. "Goodnight, love."

"G'night," Katsuki mumbles back, causing Shouto to smile as he leaves the room, returning to his own dorm.

As he's preparing for bed, he receives one text that makes him smile.

K: The bed's too damn cold…

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The second day is much the same, but it's a little easier without the movie night reminding them that they can't cuddle together. But the third day, it's like everything that could go wrong is.

First, Katsuki wakes up late, which throws the whole day off. Normally, he has time to go for a run and cook a basic breakfast for him and Shouto (and the rest of their friends but shush, he just makes 'extra' even if that is enough for everyone else). But now, he's barely got time to get up and get dressed before he has to leave the dorm.

If that had been the only thing wrong, then he would've shrugged it off as a weird occurrence and went on with his day, but no.

During one of his classes, he realizes that he left his assignment back in his dorm, leaving him unable to turn it in on time. Thankfully, the teacher understands when he talks to them after class and says that he can turn it in the next day for full credit, but only because he does this so infrequently.

During training, his gauntlets malfunction for some unknown reason and end up literally blowing up in his face, causing him to mess up the task for the day. But then he has no problems for the rest of class, so he doesn't know whether that was just a fluke or not. Still, he'll have the support course students look at them just in case.

His bad luck chills out a bit after school ends, but that's mainly because he doesn't have to patrol today, so it's back to the dorms for him. Thankfully. He honestly believes that he had gone out today that something would go wrong given what's happened so far.

Normally, on a sucky day like this, he would call Shouto to his room a bit early and they'd cuddle more to calm him down, but that's not really an option, is it?

Part of him is tempted to just call the whole thing off so he can cuddle his boyfriend, but the other part really wants to see if Shouto could even last a full week without cuddles.

The rest of the evening proceeds as normal, his bad mood lightening some when he gets to talk with Shouto and see how sympathetic and concerned his boyfriend is. On anyone else, that kind of expression would just make him angry, but he knows Shouto genuinely means it and it's become very comforting to him.

He also notices the way Shouto half-reaches out to him before firmly putting his arms at his side, causing Katsuki to smirk. It seems his urge to comfort him is at war with this whole bet, which makes him even more confident that Shouto's going to be the one to give in first.

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Katsuki sits up with a gasp, clutching a hand over his heart, his breathing coming in short gasps. He shakes his head to try to clear the images from his dream, but they're persistent, clinging to him like a parasite to its host.

He flicks on the lamp on his nightstand and grabs his phone, already dialing the numbers before he has the conscious thought of who he wants to talk to. Not that it'd be anyone else.

"Katsuki?" Shouto asks, his voice sounding adorably sleepy and confused.

Katsuki tries to respond but all that comes out is a soft whimper, tears pricking his eyes at the confirmation that Shouto is safe, that what he had seen didn't happen.

"Katsuki? Are you okay?" Shouto sounds significantly more awake now and a mix of concerned and almost afraid, one that breaks some of the nightmare's hold on Katsuki enough that he can reply.

"Yeah, just… Had a nightmare…"

Shouto hums softly, the sound soothing some of Katsuki's ruffled nerves. Normally, Shouto would offer to sneak down to his room to cuddle him back to sleep, but Katsuki has a feeling that he'd have to offer that this time with the bet going on, and some part of him doesn't want to give up just yet even if that sounds heavenly.

"What do you want me to do?" Shouto asks, so obviously giving him that out that he could just reach out and take if he wanted.

"Just talk to me?"

"Alright." Shouto starts talking then, telling stories that Katsuki's heard before, but that doesn't matter now. The familiar tales soothe him and he settles under the blankets, letting Shouto's voice lull him back to sleep.

This time, he doesn't have any nightmares.

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Day four isn't the most difficult day. It's no day full of bad luck for either of them, the main issue is just the weirdness of the whole situation. Shouto can't recall one time since they started dating that they've gone anywhere longer than two to three days without some sort of cuddle session, even back when Katsuki wasn't as outspoken about enjoying it.

So, it's weird to sit apart from each other during study sessions or movies that the whole class puts on to relax. It's even stranger to not cuddle when they're in Katsuki's room at night, but it's almost starting to feel normal now that it's the fourth day. Which is odd by itself.

Shouto finds it harder to keep his eyes off of Katsuki on the fourth day. The closeness would normally reassure him that the other's alright or happy, but he finds himself watching Katsuki just to do the same thing.

This finds him in the kitchen after their patrols are finished watching Katsuki stir some combination of ingredients in a bowl. He really should be working on an assignment right now, but it's almost hypnotizing. It's like all the stress melts off of Katsuki while he's baking, leaving him looking, for once, fully calm and, in Shouto's eyes at least, unfairly pretty.

"What are you making?" He asks, setting his pencil down and fully giving up on the illusion that he's working.

Katsuki glances up and gives a little shrug. "Cookies."

Shouto smiles a little, smug enough that Katsuki glares at him. "What are you looking at, peppermint?"

"Oh, nothing Just… Those wouldn't happen to be snickerdoodles, would they?" Shouto asks, playing the innocent card all while snickering mentally.

Katsuki freezes for a split second, causing Shouto to start snickering out loud. "So, they are, huh? Why? Is the lack of cuddles stressing you out?" Shouto says, teasing lightly and once again offering an out if Katsuki wants to take it.

"Pfft no." Katsuki sets the bowl down, a touch too hard, and starts rolling the dough into little balls. "Why would it be? I can make a week without cuddles easily."

"Uh-huh," Shouto says, knowing that he's bluffing. Katsuki tends to make snickerdoodles only when he's needing the comfort of his favorite childhood treat, so he's clearly more stressed than he's wanting to show. But Shouto respects the way he won't back down. If he were really upset, then he wouldn't let his pride get in the way.

"Can I--?" Shouto starts to ask but Katsuki shoots him a quick glare.

"Only if there's dough leftover, you greedy little shit," Katsuki says, rolling his eyes when Shouto gives him a happy look. Both of them know that he's going to leave some extra cookie dough for Shouto, but he doesn't have to admit it out loud.

Katsuki finishes rolling the dough into balls and puts the tray into the oven before dropping the bowl by Shouto's workspace, shaking his head slightly when Shouto immediately scoops some up and eats it. Katsuki turns to go clean up, but notices how little work Shouto's gotten finished while they've been here.

"If you can get that done by the time the cookies are done, I'll let you have two fresh out of the oven." He specifically doesn't say that Shouto gets a single cookie regardless, but he doesn't need to as Shouto nods, a determined look crossing his face as he gets back to work, letting Katsuki clean up.

Shouto does manage to get his work finished on time and they spend the rest of the evening together, not having to worry about class the next day. Though, both are worried about the extra challenge the weekend will bring since they won't have the excuse of training and classwork to busy them.

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Shouto whines softly as he wakes up, burrowing under the blanket as his head pounds at how bright the light streaming in through the window is. He lays in bed for a little longer before getting up, wincing as he has to grab onto his desk to steady himself.

He shakes his head barely, regretting the motion almost immediately as it makes his stomach roll. It's clear that it'd be a bad idea even going downstairs so he just goes to the bathroom and brushes his teeth before crawling back into bed and grabbing his phone.

S: Kat… I don't feel good.

He doesn't immediately get a response, though the text has been read, and he's nearly fallen back asleep when there's a light knock on his door. Shouto whines softly but gets up to answer the door, smiling a bit when he sees Katsuki on the other side carrying container of soup.

Katsuki jerks his head in the direction of Shouto's bed and Shouto obediently goes and crawls under the covers. Katsuki sets the container on Shouto's nightstand and kneels down, brushing some of Shouto's hair out of his face.

"Mind eating some of that for me, Shou?" Katsuki asks softly, shushing him softly when Shouto just makes a face. "I know, but you have to eat something."

Shouto nods and sits up while Katsuki removes the lid from the container, handing the container and gesturing for Shouto to sip at it. Shouto does and realizes that the soup mainly consists of broth, meaning Katsuki guessed right at how he was feeling.

He's able to stomach about a third of the container before his stomach complains and he pushes it back into Katsuki's hands, who nods and puts the lid on it before setting it to the side. Katsuki looks at him with a contemplative expression before sighing softly.

"The bet's over." He says. Shouto gives him a confused look, the words not making any sense. Just because he's sick doesn't mean they can't still do the bet. "Shut up. I know you, princess. You're even more cuddly when you're sick and I'm not going to withhold one of the things that makes you feel better just because of a damn bet."

Shouto nods, leaning back in bed while Katsuki grabs Shouto's laptop off his desk and settles on the bed beside him. Shouto leans his head against Katsuki's shoulder while the other pulls up Netflix, picking Shouto's favorite movie before pulling Shouto properly into his arms.

They spend the rest of the day watching movies and cuddling with Shouto drifting in and out of sleep and breaks where Katsuki would go down to the kitchen and bring back more soup/eat his own meals.

"It is kinda funny though." Katsuki says while the credits of one movie are rolling. Shouto hums in responds and Katsuki chuckles a bit. "The one week we decide to do this, everything goes wrong and makes it even more difficult."

Shouto giggles a bit. "Yeah. I mean, it's supposed to be a challenge, right?"

Katsuki nods and presses a kiss to the top of Shouto's head. "Yeah, makes me wonder, though. If we can't manage a week of no cuddling while we're still in school, how are we going to make it through any week-long missions as heroes?"

Shouto yawns softly and nuzzles into Katsuki's neck. "Hmm, guess we should try to always be paired up. Then we won't have to go without."

Katsuki chuckles and picks another movie, figuring Shouto's not going to be awake for much of it the way he's acting. "Hmm, maybe. Rest, princess. We can figure that out later."

Shouto nods and snuggles a bit closer to Katsuki, falling asleep to the opening credits.

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