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maryangelex · 6 months

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Concupiscence

Part 1: Skull Masks in Haunted Pubs

Simon Ghost Riley x f!Reader

Part 2

summary: you’re the owner of a pub, and you start a new fling with the masked stranger that’s become a regular, Ghost.

tags/warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, sex on a table, barkeeper/pub owner AU, protective! Ghost, rough sex, p in v sex, dirty talking, fingering, hookup, spit as lube

a/n: behold…a new series!!! I may or may not have had this one marinading on my ao3. I wrote this taking place as a continuation of the final scene at the bar in MW2!!!

I hope yall like this one :^)

Thursdays were the slowest days at your pub. Only the regular blokes that practically inhabited the stools at the counter were the ones drinking their sorrows away on days like Thursdays, especially at 6 in the evening. You had opted to preoccupy yourself with polishing the already clean pint glasses, not having much else to do. Your mind was nowhere in the room, thinking about what you’d make yourself for dinner later tonight, hoping a few more bored bastards showed up to your place to charge their tab and keep your business afloat.

The sound of the news on the TV and the tuned-out sound of the playlist you kept consistently playing on the speakers were the only things keeping the pub’s heart barely beating, and keeping you from falling asleep on your feet.

When you couldn’t find any more glasses to shine, you leaned over on the counter with a heavy sigh as you scanned the pub for anything else to entertain yourself with. Your eyes landed on a peculiar group sitting together at the farthest high tops, folks you hadn’t seen before or at least not frequently enough for you to remember their faces.

A woman accompanied by three other men. She looked rugged and stern like she was the most authoritative figure of the four. Maybe the oldest of the men shared a rank just as high as hers; tough-looking and masculine with his facial hair. There were two younger men who looked intriguing, both of them strikingly handsome; one that had attractive features with a charming yet focused face, the other one with all-consuming blue eyes and a particularhairstyle to say the least.

The last one of them, the one sitting farthest, was the one that really caught your eye. It was difficult to make out past the black hood, but he donned what looked like a skull-decorated balaclava and eyes like black holes in a galaxy. The grim reaper himself.

That one looked familiar. You had a feeling in your gut that you had seen him before, that you had poured him that same glass of bourbon on various occasions in the past. It was difficult not to recognize someone who looked like that as a regular.

You decided that since there wasn’t much else to do, there would be no harm in listening in, right? You were a good listener, you kept to yourself, having a good handful of secrets you made sure you’d take to the grave. You were attentive and respectful, careful not to disrupt them or make it known you were casually entertaining yourself with whatever matter they were discussing.

Something about Iran, cartels, Russians…something else about a nationalist ambush. Christ, you felt like it was a mistake to listen in, maybe it really wasn’t for you to hear after all. But you were in it now, too late to step back. Plus, you couldn’t help but be veryintrigued.

Through the corner of your eye, you say them slide a piece of paper— no, a photograph— across the counter, each one taking a look at its contents until it reached the reaper, who gave the others a look back with those sunken eyes of his. You felt a chill even though the look wasn’t even directed at you, feeling like the temperature had dropped a few degrees for a moment.

You caught a glimpse of the bearded one leaning into the woman and heard him whisper what seemed like a name. With that, their conversation dissipated, or at least it did to you, now really feeling a heavy weight to what they were talking about. You were snapped back to work by another customer requesting a second round, to which you complied by pouring him another drink.

“Oi, lass, over here,” you heard your attention being requested by the group of strangers. You turned to look and saw the edgy-haired one, a Scot, signal you with his two fingers and a cheeky grin; you approached him to get his order.

“I’ll take another one o’ these, bonnie,” he shook his empty beer bottle gently as a signal.

“‘Nother one for me s’well, miss,” the pretty one next to him said, proving to you the charm you inferred he’d have when you saw him.

You nodded at them with a polite look as you took two beer bottles. You took one of them and turned it upside down, popping open the cap by hooking them together. The Scot’s grin only grew bigger, his eyes lighting up at your little party trick before you handed each the beers, receiving a ‘cheers’ from each one.

When you returned to your spot at the center, you felt a gaze pierce through you, a feeling creeping on your back. The same feeling you get when you feel watched like there’s a presence behind you. With a subtle glance over your shoulder, you saw the reaper return to the conversation, noting it had been him whose stare was like a ghost haunting you. You brushed it off as you tended to someone else.

The conversation from the group changed into being more lighthearted after a while. You had busied yourself chatting with some of the other regulars but you couldn't help the lingering intrigue you had on the unfamiliar four. Their banter became slightly louder after a few drinks, with some laughs being added in.

Every now and then you felt the weight of eyes on you again, a persistent feeling that you couldn't shake off.

Eventually, the group dissolved one by one. The blonde was the first to leave, followed by the handsome one accompanied by the bearded one, and only the Scot and the reaper were left. The Scot was the one carrying most of the conversation, laughing the loudest and calling you over and over to refill their drinks.

You had brought him his fourth beer of the night by now and filled the reaper's glass of bourbon only twice. You wondered how his glass was even draining given that his balaclava covered his entire face. But you served them both with your usual smile and didn't talk much unless being spoken to.

He finally left with a stumble in his step; you heard the masked one ask him if he needed to take him home and heard the Scot dismiss him with a slur and some Gaelic phrase you didn't understand.

But time passed and the reaper was still perched in the same spot, nursing on his third glass of bourbon.

You eyed him every now and then, as if calculating how to approach him, or if you even should approach him. He was broad and large even sitting down, and wearing a mask like that and a hood anyone would be intimidated, but not you.

You decided to approach him like he was a docile large dog, the bottle of bourbon you'd been pouring him was in your hand in case he requested it.

"Need another one of those, big guy?" you quipped with a playful smile and tipped the bottle at his near-empty glass, hoping you didn't overstep with the term of endearment.

The giant shook his head, " S'alright, love. Cheers." was all he said, swirling the drink in his hand. You stood still in front of him for a moment when he looked up at you. His dark honey-brown eyes pinned you in place.

You let go of the breath you didn't know you were holding before speaking again, "Have I seen you 'round here before?"

"Maybe, 've come 'ere a few times," you felt a chill as his eyes scanned you up and down quickly. It wasn't fear you felt, more like intrigue.

"I had a feeling," you chuckled, "You looked a bit familiar." You leaned slightly on the bar, supporting yourself with one arm and the other on your hip.

"Don't get many blokes comin' 'round wearin' a mask, eh?"

You laughed a bit louder at his comment, "Yeah I'd say you're the only one to come in like that."

Even with a mask, you could tell he was smiling a bit by the way his eyes lightly squinted. They looked softer. It was like you could read his expressions through the mask and it was a language only you knew how to understand.

"What's your name, stranger?" you asked, feeling like it might be too much to ask him to tell you but it wouldn't hurt to try. You wanted to put a name to the reaper that was idling at your pub apparently a handful of times by now.

"Ghost," was all he said.

"Ghost," you repeated. Of course, with a look like that, he wouldn't tell you his real name. But now you at least had something to call him. You told him your name in return.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ghost."

"Likewise, princess," his eyes never broke away from yours as you spoke. He gently pushed his glass towards you, signaling you to pour him another one to which you complied, not holding back the smirk that grew on your lips at the sound of the nickname.

You were called from across the bar by another customer and gave Ghost an apologetic look before leaving to where you had been called.

As the night grew older and your pub filled slowly, you and your new regular exchanged looks from across the bar. Until you looked over your shoulder one final time and he was gone, glass empty on the counter.

Ghost, you thought, how fitting for the way he had come and gone just like one.

The next couple of days you saw him again, sitting at the same spot you met him, at the very farthest corner of the bar where he was left undisturbed by everyone else at the bar. No matter how loud the pub was or how crowded, you saw him there sitting still like a shadow downing his usual glass of bourbon.

You exchanged light banter every night, finding time between your customers to go and talk to him, even if it was minimal. You started looking forward to it, even, finding comfort in the few words you two exchanged every now and then. Otherwise, he'd be eyeing you like a black hawk from across the bar, like you had a benevolent specter haunting you every night.

On a particularly rowdy night, you felt overwhelmed by the amount of men at the pub. There was a football match at the pub and although you had years of experience with men getting loud and causing a ruckus, it didn't fail to put you on edge every time it happened.

You dealt with it well, putting them in their place and telling them to pipe down whenever necessary. You had strong enough character to defend yourself and you were independent enough to do so. It was nothing you couldn't manage.

You were filling up pint after pint from the draft and handing them over to the people around the pub, balancing trays on your shoulder back and forth from the bar to the tables, the other employees that helped you on nights like these were just as busy.

Every time your team scored, the men at the pub went wild, beer being spilled onto the floor and on each other, and the same was for when they missed a goal.

There was one bloke that kept making the most noise, spilling the most bear, and acting the biggest fool. He was on your last nerve by now, making you exasperated with his behavior but you still managed. You were carrying a tray of pints over to his table, but at the moment you neared them the team scored a goal, to which he shot up from his seat at full force and tipped the tray on your hand. Beer was spilled on you and the floor, but worst of all it spilled over him.

You were fuming at this, but more so at the way the man gave you shit for it.

"Oi, what the fuck?! Ye stupid o' wha'?" he spat, wiping the beer off himself. "Fuckin' whore, pretendin' to run a pub when ya should be 'ome givin' yer man a proper wank, eh?" He guffawed with the rest of the goons sitting at his table.

Your blood boiled at his words, and you filled your lungs with a breath to tell the fucker off and kick him out of your pub. But you were cut off by the sight of a large shadow walking past you to the man laughing.

"I'd get the fuck out o' here if I were you," Ghost was standing inches from the man, towering over him like an omnipotent being; his words were through clenched teeth, voice a threatening growl. The man practically shrunk underneath him, his shit-eating grin disappearing into the face of someone who had just shat themselves; he might as well have with someone like Ghost telling him to fuck off.

He turned on his heel ready to bolt like a dog with his tail between his legs, but Ghost caught a fistful of his shirt to bring him to a halt. "Apologize to the lass, yeah?" he commanded to the man.

The man looked at you with a panicked face, sweat forming at his brow as he whimpered in Ghost's grasp. "S-sorry, miss!" he stammered, and Ghost let go of him, giving him a simple groan in response as a final warning before the man bolted out the door.

The pub had fallen silent until then, and so had you as you watched Ghost basically defend your honor. He gave you a silent nod, "Y'know where to find me if you need anythin' else tonight," his voice was quiet but assuring. You nodded back gratefully before watching him return to his post on the stool at the bar.

You scanned the room of onlookers, all eyes on you. "Right! Everyone as you were! Nothin' to see here but the match, yeah?!" The crowd cheered at your words of encouragement and there were a few scattered claps and whistles as everything returned to normal, better now without that idiot soiling the mood.

The rest of the night you were able to handle everyone until the match ended. Ghost's presence lingered, his form was still and camouflaging, blending into the shadows like he usually did. All you knew was that he was there and he was watching over you. You continued to glance over at him to confirm he was still there and he was, this time he didn't disappear.

It was nearing 1 am and the crowd had disappeared completely by now. Your employees had helped you close and had said their goodbyes. The only one lingering was, of course, Ghost, fidgetting with his empty glass.

"Anythin' else for you, big guy?" you asked with a sigh as you opened a bottle of beer for yourself with one of your rings, chugging its contents to quench your thirst. Ghost hummed and shook his head no. You approached him, supporting yourself on your elbows against the bar as another heavy sigh left you.

"As much as I love your company, I am exhausted."

"I'll be out o' your hair soon. Can I walk you home?" he asked generously, his eyes were soft again as they looked at you, melting you with the heat in their gaze.

You shook your head no, "I live upstairs. This used to be an inn and I turned it into a pub," you pointed up, signaling the second level, "But separated a bit of space for myself."

Ghost hummed again, "Smart girl."

You took a beat before talking again, "Thank you for tonight, Ghost." you said with a soft tone, full of earnestness.

"No need to thank me, princess."

You took another swig of your beer and chuckled, "Let me make it up to you, please?"

He eyed you silently for a moment, and you gave him innocent eyes that pleaded that he let you make it up to him. He took a moment before shaking his head again and adverting his eyes, "S'alright, love."

You sighed and stood up straight, giving up on your efforts. "I'll be closing soon so, let me know when you're on your way out, alright? Night, Ghost" You gave him a smile before you spun on your heel and headed to the door leading to the small office where you kept your business paperwork. Once there, you rummaged through the desk, looking for your log sheet and the annoying paperwork you had to get done before heading home. You expected to hear the front door closing, signaling Ghost's departure, but instead, you heard the door to the office open. When you turned to look, you found Ghost by the doorway, approaching you.

Your breath hitched when he walked in, now standing just a couple of steps from you. You pressed yourself against the desk, the room feeling smaller now that his large form was so close to you, occupying the room like a major presence. The closeness sent a chill down your spine. Again, you didn't feel scared of him, in this case, it was arousal that you felt at his proximity, at the way his body was so close and his posture so tall; the way his eyes were devouring you and making your skin feel hot.

"Maybe there is somethin' you could do f'me," his tone was low and husky. He took just one step closer and scanned you for any signs of fear or hesitation, to which he found none. "If that's what you want."

You held your breath, your heart beating out of your chest; your core hot and eager. You shook your head in response, hands gripping the edge of the table behind you. Ghost stepped closer, his body barely pressing against yours as he snaked a hand around your waist, pulling your front flush against his. You gasped a bit in surprise at the feeling.

"Tell me to stop," he said softly, almost a whisper.

"I don't want you to stop," you mustered, your eyes locking with his hungry ones as you let yourself relax in his grasp, as you let your legs slightly open around him to fit his large frame between them; a silent invitation. He accepted it with a groan as he pulled you impossibly closer with the hand on your waist and the other now gripping your thigh. You felt the heat of his body and the firmness in his crotch.

Ghost's hands moved, scaling up your torso to firmly hold your breasts. He gave them a rough squeeze that made a whine escape your lips. His thumbs rubbed against your pert nipples through the fabric of your shirt. It made you whine once more, your lips parted and your cheeks dusted with a bright shade of pink. He moved his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged it up, bunching it at the top of your chest to reveal your soft bralette, which he tugged aside to completely expose the tender mounds of flesh.

You hissed at the cold air before he took them in his large calloused hands once again. His palms were hot as he fondled your tits, fingers circling and rubbing on your nipples. You lolled your head to the side and let out a whimper as he toyed with you. You felt his hot breath near your face through the fabric of his mask, his eyes were making you feel more exposed than you were. Your nails dug into the wood.

One of his hands trailed down your abdomen, finding its way between your legs. He slipped it beneath your skirt, pawing at the wet crotch of your panties. You bit your lip and felt a shockwave course through your body at the sensation of Ghost's hand against your pleading pussy.

"Fuckin' hell," he breathed.

He suddenly took hold of your waist again and spun you around. You gasped in surprise, now facing the desk and bracing yourself with your palms against it. Your ass was pressed against Ghost's solid bulge and you heard a growl come from the man. You felt his hands smooth over your body, burning you with his touch. You moaned when one of his hands took hold of your throat, pulling your body upright to press your back against his front. His other hand moved to one of your thighs, propping it on the table and prying you open for him. He lifted your skirt and exposed your ass. His hand smoothed over your asscheeks in a circle, squeezing the plumpness of it and spreading them apart. You whined and felt the growing wetness in your panties.

Ghost took the string of your thong in two fingers and stretched it aside, bearing your swollen wet pussy to him and you heard the sound of a growl coming from him behind you.

"Look at you," he said, swiping a finger through your wet folds. You responded with a pitiful moan. His fingers slid up and down your slit, coating them in your slick "So fuckin' wet for me, yeah?" You nodded in his grip before his arm moved to wrap over your chest, one of your breasts in his hand as he pressed you tight against him.

His fingers played with your petals, teasing you before finding your puffy clit and rubbing tight circles over it. You moaned out again, letting your eyes flutter closed and relish in the pressure his fingertips applied on your swollen bud.

"Like it, pretty girl?" Ghost's face was over your shoulder, you felt his breath on the crook of your neck. You nodded drunkenly.

His pace on your clit quickened, drawing more moans out of you and making your pussy drenched; his hand was coated in your juices at this point. You felt his cock twitch in his jeans with every moan he drew from you, and it made your hips wiggle against him.

He cursed under his breath, abandoning your clit to move his fingers inside of your entrance, forcing their way in rather aggressively. You yelped at the intrusion, feeling the sting of his thick fingers enter your tight hole.

"G-Ghost!" you whimpered.

"Fuck, love, I can't hold back longer...need to stretch this pussy to fuck my cock into you, alright?" He held your body with his other arm, supporting it against his chest. You held yourself up with one hand against the table and the other held Ghost's forearm over your chest. You let him drill his fingers into you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as lewd moans shamelessly came out of you.

"Takin' my fingers so well...you'll like my cock just as much."

"P-please," you whined, rocking your hips against his fingers, fucking yourself on them. He thrust them into you harshly, spreading your entrance and prepping you to take in his girth. His other hand returned to your throat, his grip firm and supporting you, making your back arch painfully as you pressed impossibly close against his muscular chest.

"Such a good girl, lettin' me do what I want with you."

You were left clenching around nothing when he took his fingers out of you, moving to undo his pants and take his throbbing cock out. You heard the rip of a condom wrapper behind you. You pleaded for him when you found yourself empty and yearning for release. But you felt his shaft sliding against your folds, feeling the subtle feeling of the rubber sheathing his cock.

"You want this, princess?"

"Y-yes!" you choked out pathetically, your pussy desperate to be stuffed. Ghost splayed his hand over your tummy, holding you in place while the hand on your throat came to cup your mouth.

"Spit," he commanded, and you obeyed by spitting into his palm messily. His spit-covered hand went to his cock, pumping himself a couple of times to coat his cock in your spit. He held the base firmly as he aligned it with your entrance.

When he pushed in you felt just how massive he was, the width of his cock splitting you open as he bottomed out. Not just girthy, but long too. You felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix when his pelvis was flush against your ass. Your pussy clenched around him, earning a low groan from him. You felt an overwhelming pressure in the pit of your stomach, feeling extremely filled by him.

"Gh-ghost...s'too big," you moaned, tears welling in your eyes.

"I know, princess, but I promise I'll make it feel good," he hugged you against him with both arms wrapped around you, hot breath against your ear. You felt his hips move back, retracting his cock from you slowly before he slammed back inside. You cried out at the first harsh thrust, your leg on the table moved farther away to spread yourself wider, hoping it would grant him better access.

Ghost repeated his movements for a few more thrusts before speeding up his pace, bullying his cock into you faster and deeper. You felt his cock stuffing you impossibly full and it made you a mess of moans as he repeatedly thrust into you. The sound of your moans was accompanied by that of his hips slapping against your ass.

He squeezed his arms tighter around you, trapping you in his buff arms. You heard his panting breaths and low grunts against your ear despite your own moans growing louder and louder.

"Feel good, pretty?" he huffed, his cock hitting the perfect spot within you to the point you were practically screaming. The knot in your stomach grew tighter, signaling you that your orgasm was close.

"Fuck-- so fuckin' good," you slurred, your head thrown back over Ghost's shoulder behind you. You heard a breathless chuckle from him, "Good fuckin' girl."

His speed quickened, his strokes shorter but still just as deep. It was driving you crazy, incoherent words falling from your lips, what sounded like a chant of pleas for him to let you cum, telling him how close you were.

He brought a hand to your clit and rubbed tight circles on it with his middle and ring finger, adding a delicious amount of pressure that only brought you closer and closer to release.

The combination of his relentless thrusts and the pressure on your clit pushed you over the edge, and after a few thrusts, you were cumming around Ghost's cock, letting out a choked-out sob indicating your orgasm. The feeling of your walls clenching and squeezing his cock made Ghost moan.

He held your shaking body up, taking a moment to slide his cock out briefly as he flipped you back to face him. He sat you on the table and hooked your legs over his forearms, folding you and spreading you open once again for him. You whined a bit, cockdrunk and weak from the orgasm you were still coming down from. You did your best to hold yourself as Ghost slid his cock back into you with ease this time, resuming his thrusts but this time more indulgent, chasing his own release.

You let him use you, your body relaxed as he took you for his own pleasure. You looked at him with dazed eyes, watching how he lost himself in you, listening to his panting breaths and curses between clenched teeth.

You didn't notice when your hands came up to his masked face, but you cupped his cheeks as he continued to fuck into you at a feral speed. You took in his eyes; furrowed brows, and glossy wide pupils that made them look completely black.

Without thinking about it, you leaned your face closer to his and planted a kiss over his masked mouth. The simple act had Ghost groaning against your mouth as his hips stuttered; body shaking as he came still buried inside of you. He gave a few faltering thrusts as he emptied his balls, his forehead leaning against yours and eyes glued to yours throughout his climax. A string of curses escaped him.

He held himself up on one arm against the table so as to not collapse on top of you. Your arms were wrapped around his neck to hold yourself. You both stayed there for a moment, panting and breathless.

When he collected himself, Ghost pulled out his softened cock from you, taking off the used condom and tossing it to the bin near your desk. You did your best to get yourself together, feeling a strange sense of loss when he pulled away. You sat on the table with a cloudy mind, pulling your shirt down and adjusting your panties.

There was a silence between the two of you as Ghost tucked himself back in his underwear and buttoned his jeans. You felt confused as to why but got some reassurance when he took your chin into his hand, thumb brushing your lower lip.

Not much was said between the two of you besides Ghost whispering to you that it was time for him to go, to which you nodded. His goodbye was simple, just a hum and a silent look before turning on his feet to head out the door.

And like a phantom, he was gone again.

#cod mw2 #call of duty mwii #fanfic #cod fanfic #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost riley #simon ghost x reader

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crepes-suzette-373 · 7 months

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Locked and Coded

Galaxy brain hyper overthink, kind of wildly off base SaNami-tinted (re)interpretation of the Sunny's fridge password.

Now in AO3!! [link]

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When Sanji told Nami the fridge's password, hearts in his eyes and a goofy grin on his face, he told her it was their secret.

She humoured his comments, inwardly thinking she would've figured it out herself eventually, even if he hadn't. She may not use her cat burglar skills quite as often, but they were still top notch. Besides, that password is very typical Sanji, anyone who knew him well enough should be able to figure it out.

7326. Nami - Sanji- Nico Robin.

Naturally, she wasn't surprised that Robin also knew the password.

It's a good thing that the only person who was in any way invested in trying to sneak past that lock, namely their ever-hungry captain, could never piece that together.

One day, Nami was working on her charts in the dining table, and right on cue Sanji swayed by to bring her refreshments. It didn't escape her that the drink and snacks were carefully selected and placed to minimise risk of drops, crumbs, and spills. So thoughtful as always, and it made her smile.

A curious thought floated in her mind as he was twirling away.

"Sanji-kun, if Vivi joined our crew instead of Robin, what would the fridge password be?" she asked, "Or if another woman joined us?"

He stopped, then he looked to her with a perplexed expression and asked back, "Why would it be any different?"

There was an oddly poignant pause that prickled at Nami, but then Sanji had already turned back to the kitchen, and the moment passed.

That was kind of a weird answer, she thought idly, and he didn't even ask her if she was jealous. She shrugged it off, though, and went back to her charts. Their crew was perfect as it were, and he probably meant he never considered anything different.

Except that for days upon days, the subject kept popping back in her mind and wouldn't let her go. It's ridiculous how simple numbers could bother her thoughts so much, and yet there she was, wondering what's so special about the password time and time again.

Determined to get her peace, Nami marched to the kitchen to ask. She'd braced herself for any awkwardness (or even gushing from his part), knowing that there were all sorts of implications coming with her having dwelt on the issue for so long.

Surprisingly, for all his usual stream of sweet words, he was actually quite evasive about this one. It took a lot of wheedling before she managed to get him to giver her answers.

7326. "Nami and Sanji's lock".

Nothing in all the four Blues could have prepared her for that, nor how intensely her feelings reacted to it. She could feel her cheeks burning, and was certain her face had taken the hue of boiled lobster. Every second of silence was punctuated by her heart thudding so hard in her chest, she thought she could feel the reverberation in her fingertips. Her mind raced for something to say, but what does one say in response in this situation?

Something suddenly exploded outside, followed by a lot of yelling. Glad for the interruption, they both rushed to check on whatever havoc had been wreaked on the deck.

Then, even later, she found that Robin was never told the password. Robin had puzzled it out herself. Sanji really had meant it when he said it was their secret.

For weeks after that discovery, Nami couldn't look at that darned lock and the ship's resident cook without blushing (and thankfully, nobody seemed to notice).

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The standard reading for the 7326 password is 73 for Nami, 32 for Sanji, and 26 for Nico Robin (2 is ni, 6 is roku but represents just the "ro" sound here). I reinterpreted the roku as "lock" (rokku) for this story based on this one time I saw this funky splash ad for a Japanese book or event where "goku" was romanised as "gock" in alphabet.

#fanfic #sanami headcanon #sanami #sanji x nami #sannami #sanjixnami #I love number puns #I am such a nerd for secret codes #my writing

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Things that I think would happen if Bucky dated a latina!reader

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1. He would learn Spanish for you.

This feels like a given because he loves you and will do anything for you but the shocking part is that he catches really quickly and is pretty fluent early on. However, he would get words mixed up every now as does everyone learning a new language. This then leads to some unfortunate situations for you two where you have to explain that he didn't mean whatever he accidentally said. The most recent and biggest mix-up of them all, however, is when he was picking up your mom from lunch with her friends and he introduced himself as "Soy Bucky, el esposo de Y/N." He didn't even notice at first but when your mom gasped and hit his shoulder, he immediately realized that he'd said he was your husband and not your boyfriend. All of the women were very upset that they hadn't been invited to the wedding and that your mom kept it a secret. The following text convo happens the moment you get off the phone with your mom.

Afterwards, your dad gets in on it too, telling Bucky that the Muñez women are nothing if not persistent and if he wants to get your mom off his back, he needs to make it real.

"Si tienes una pregunta importante que hacerme, este es el tiempo," he tells your poor mortified boyfriend as he gets ready to hang up. Unbeknownst to you though, he did in fact ask if he could have lunch with your dad later that week where he does ask that important question.

2. We've established that he loves Mexican food however I'm expanding his love to all Latin American food and he will learn how to make your culture's food as a token of his love for you.

He knows how important food is to your family and you've done so much for him so he wants to learn how to cook to show you how appreciative he is of you. I don't see him as a person who likes making big romantic gestures or getting you elaborate gifts because he doesn't need those very public displays to prove that he loves you. He does that every day in the small ways that he cares for you. I see him as someone who spoils you every single day with flowers, coffee, notes, you know all of the cute little things so learning how to cook feels very much like a Bucky thing to do.

He enlists the help of your tías and your abuelas because he wants it to be a surprise to not only you but your parents as well. Granted your parents already love him because he learned Spanish for you but this would be the cherry on top. He would forever be their favorite son-in-law after they come over for dinner and he's made an entire feast of delicious food without your help.

3. When he goes to visit your family in your home country with you, that's where he proposes.

It's the cutest thing ever and he has everyone in on it. This is obviously after he called himself your husband so it shouldn't be a shocker but it surprises you nonetheless. He takes you out early in the morning so it's just the two of you and you can watch the sunrise together. He managed to convince everyone to stay away from the two of you and had your favorite cousin plan a little surprise engagement party for when you got back. It's literally the cutest and sweetest thing ever and you're both bawling your eyes out when he gets down on one knee. He says the entire thing in Spanish which makes you cry even harder and it's just perfect.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #latina reader #latina #bucky x latina reader #latina reader x bucky

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reccyls · 1 year

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Summarizing the final part of Chapter 2.5. Also the katakana for the family names are killing me, I can't figure out a good transliteration for them, so I'm going with what seems to be the consensus of Grosvenor and Sardeis.

….This got really long, sorry! orz

We begin with Yuhan in a cell, stirring from unconsciousness. A guard is bringing him food and comments about how different the man in front of him is, compared to all the rumors he heard about Yuhan before. Where is the prodigy that rose up in the ranks to become Fubuki's right hand man? Yuhan says nothing. Well, the guard reasons, that's what happens to someone when their hometown has been burned to the ground and their family and everyone they know killed. How awful, says the guard. But if Yuhan holds any hate in his heart for that, then the person he should hate the most is himself. After all, that's just what happens to fools that cross Fubuki.

Only when the guard leaves does Yuhan start to cry. He calls out to his father, his mother, everyone from his hometown. He apologizes again and again, believing that it's his fault that they died.

Enter Fubuki. "Are you crying?" Fubuki asks. "Rare to see you cry." And when Yuhan glares at him, he asks what Yuhan thinks he's doing, to look at him with such an expression. He won't allow Yuhan to look at his master with such impudence. Then he kicks Yuhan. He says that it is such a shame. After he's showed such favor to Yuhan, for Yuhan to turn around and betray him…

We flashback to the day after Haures has been judged as innocent. Fubuki is supposed to be away, so Yuhan decides to sneak around the Sardeis manor. He discovers a secret door with a staircase leading towards the basement.

Beneath the staircase, Yuhan finds a room full of records. He discovers records kept by the previous head of the Sardeis, which confirms that this is where the Sardeis family keep their important documents. If he wants to find out what Fubuki is planning, this is where he's going to get that information.

Yuhan's loyalty to Fubuki had been unquestionable. He grew up in poverty, along with most of his home town, with no opportunities to speak of. But when Fubuki became head of the Sardeis family, that changed. Before, only high ranking people could be soldiers. But when Fubuki took over, he changed that. Age, social status, it didn't matter. So Yuhan decided at the age of 9 to become a soldier to be able to save his hometown, and after 3 hard years of training and studying, he made it. He became a soldier in the service of Fubuki, and he decided that he would do anything for him.

But as of late, his loyalty has been wavering. Fubuki's fixation on returning the Sardeis family to their "rightful place" as the top of the world was growing worrying. It all culminated in his attempt to assassinate the butlers (the events of chapter 2). Fubuki said that the end of the butlers would lead to a better world, a world where the common people could live safely. But Yuhan's faith was shaken. He knew that Fubuki was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals, so he decided to do some digging to find out what Fubuki was really planning, and if necessary, put a stop to it.

Back in the middle of searching, Yuhan stumbles upon a page. It seems very very old, written over 200 years ago. And whatever is written on it causes Yuhan to react with shock--but then, footsteps approach.

And again, it's Fubuki. He had only pretended to leave, knowing that Yuhan was feeling conflicted as of late. This was a trap, to see if Yuhan would try something. And Yuhan fell for the trap hook, line, and sinker. "To think that a dog would bite the hand that feeds it," says Fubuki. "Such a terrible feeling."

We're back now in the present. Fubuki says that if Yuhan had just minded his own business, this wouldn't be happening now. He wouldn't be imprisoned. His hometown wouldn't be destroyed. His family and everyone he knew would still be alive.

Yuhan asks why. If Fubuki was only concerned about Yuhan finding out his secret, why did he kill everyone else? They were all innocent, they had nothing to do with Yuhan's actions. And Fubuki says, well, he's not about to take a traitor at his word. He doesn't know how long Yuhan has known or suspected something; he doesn't know whether Yuhan had told someone or not. And better to be safe than sorry. If there is even the slightest chance that Yuhan had told someone he knows, then better to just eliminate everyone to ensure his secret won't get out.

Yuhan glares at Fubuki again. And Fubuki sighs. "What did I tell you about looking at me like that?" he asks. He kicks Yuhan again, and we fade to black… but only for a few minutes.

When we return, Yuhan is coughing and sputtering on the ground, gasping for breath. Fubuki says that he'll stop for now. Any more and Yuhan might die. Yuhan says to do it, asks Fubuki to kill him. And Fubuki says no. He has no intention of allowing Yuhan to die here. He'll only kill Yuhan when he's ready to make a proper example of him, to show everyone what happens when you try to go against him.

Fubuki asks if Yuhan is suffering. Of course he is. Everyone he knows killed, his home destroyed, his execution imminent. There's no way anyone could suffer more. And that's exactly why Yuhan will make a good example. Until the day of his execution, he won't let Yuhan die. He tells the guards to force feed Yuhan if necessary to keep him from starving himself to death, then leaves. And Yuhan just cries, pleading for everything to be over.

We go back to the Devil's Palace. Berrien has just revealed to everyone that he wants Yuhan to be their next butler, and Muu asks in shock what he means when he said that Yuhan was going to be executed. Berrien doesn't know the details himself, it's all hearsay, but he says that he heard that Yuhan rebelled against the Sardeis family. Lucas can't imagine why he would, but Bastien comes into the conversation to say that he knows Yuhan has had doubts about the Sardeis family.

Yuhan had actually told Bastien about his plans to look into what the Sardeis family is planning, around the time of the expedition to attack Seraphim. Yuhan asked to speak to Bastien privately, and warned him to be careful, because the Sardeis family might attempt to attack the butlers again. And he told Bastien everything he knew about what Fubuki was planning, about Fubuki's plans to "welcome the end of the age of the devil butlers". Bastien asks why Yuhan is telling him this--isn't Yuhan a soldier of the Sardeis family? If he got discovered revealing these plans…

Yuhan answers: because his wish is for a world where everyone can live peacefully. And to achieve that world, he believes that they will need the help of the butlers to accomplish it. The butlers have protected the world for thousands of years. Without the butlers, humanity would surely face destruction in the future. While he may be a soldier of the Sardeis family, he is the butlers' ally. He may not be able to do a lot, but if it's for the sake of a peaceful world, he will do anything that is needed.

Back in the present. Muu wonders whether they can really trust Yuhan? After all, they haven't exactly had the best track record when it comes to the Sardeis family. But Bastien says, this current situation is all the proof they need. Yuhan is willing to put his life on the line to protect the butlers.

Berrien says that he wants to save Yuhan. If the world were to lose a man with such a strong sense of will and justice, it would be a terrible loss. Bastien agrees. Lucas doesn't disagree, but he does point out that saving Yuhan is going to be extremely complicated. Unlike the time when they went to save Haures from his execution, they can't let a large fight break out. Why? Because that could very well lead to a war between the Grosvenor and Sardeis families.

First of all, Yuhan is in the service of the Sardeis family, and his sentence was decided by the Sardeis head. Technically, it is not the butlers' place to meddle. Furthermore, Yuhan is surely being kept under guard. If they were to fight, and the guards were injured in that battle, the Sardeis family might decide to retaliate against the harm caused to their people. Berrien says that it's all true, and he's been wracking his brain to come up with a way to save Yuhan without a fight. And he did think of one:

To save Yuhan after he's been executed.

Confusion abounds. Save him after? But won't he be dead? No, says Bastien. Because the way that the Sardeis family executes people is unique. There is a special execution method reserved for traitors, that's been tradition for a long time. It's called the Trial of Tigers (not an exact translation, I made it sound a bit more flowing/natural in English). It involves leaving the person to be executed in a bamboo forest populated with feral tigers, who have been trained to enjoy eating human flesh. According to the stories, not even bones will be left when the tigers are done. Then, the ripped and bloody clothes of the executed person will be displayd in the city. It's an execution method that is meant to set an example for anyone else thinking of turning traitor.

So, Berrien's plan is to save Yuhan when he's been left in the forest. They'll hide in the forest, save Yuhan, and escape. Bastien says that he'll go alone, but Berrien says no, he'll go as well. He can't let Bastien be the one left with the burden of asking Yuhan to become a butler. The master says that they will go too. Of course everyone protests, but they point out that they can't use their powers if the master isn't there, right? If they end up having to fight the tigers, it's best to have them along. No one can argue against that. And if the master is going, then Lucas will go as well. The more people to protect the master, the better, right? They've got no time to lose, so they'll leave as soon as possible to save Yuhan.

Time passes, and we are at the bamboo forest. Fubuki asks Yuhan if he has any last words. And Yuhan says, "I will never forgive you."

"Defiant to the end," says Fubuki. "Let's see how long you can keep that up." He reads out Yuhan's alleged crimes (stealing confidential information in order to start a rebellion) and announces his sentence: the Trial of Tigers. Then he and the guards ride off, leaving Yuhan alone. Yuhan says he needs to leave, and struggles away… then we hear a growl. As Yuhan turns to run, more growls sound out from that direction, and again, and again--he's surrounded. As he curses that his life will end like this: his hometown lost forever, unable to stand against Fubuki, unable to keep his promise to Bastien to fight together with him someday…

"Raise your head, Yuhan! Never look away from the enemy!"

Bastien's voice calls out through the forest. Shocked, Yuhan looks up to see Bastien running towards him, assuring him that everything will be okay. Berrien and Lucas then also fly into formation, ready to face off against the tigers. Yuhan asks why they're here, and of course, they're here to save him. Berrien will lead Yuhan and the master to a safe spot, while Lucas and Bastien will protect them. The master grants Bastien and Lucas their powers. The form of an elderly lion with white fur appears behind Lucas, his contracted demon Foras. Now, says Lucas, time to see which is stronger, a lion or tiger.

Hey, Bastien says. Wasn't Lucas the one who said that they shouldn't injure the tigers? They don't want to leave any evidence of their presence, so no fighting. Oh, of course not, of course Lucas won't go against the plan. He just wanted to say something cool in front of the master. After a bit more banter, they get ready to fend off the tigers as they make their escape.

Running through the forest, everyone is attacked by the tigers over and over, but Lucas and Bastien are able to defend against the attacks. They're almost at their designated safe place, and when they reach it they can proceed with their plan to slip out of the forest. Yuhan asks why they're going to all that trouble for him, and Berrien answers: because Yuhan isn't the kind of man who should die like this. Because with his courage and his will, he can help to save the world.

Yuhan says, he's just a man. He can't save the world, he can't save anything. But, says the master, if he was to become a butler… They'll explain the details later. But they want Yuhan to be a butler and join them. Berrien doesn't want to force Yuhan one way or the other. If Yuhan becomes a butler, it should be by his own choice, but he should know the risks. He isn't just risking his life, but he will no longer be able to walk the path of a normal person ever again.

Yuhan barely hesitates. He'll join them. He wants to have the power to be able to fight for a better world.

They're nearly out of the forest. There's just one last thing to do: they'll fake Yuhan's death in order to make it look like he was eaten by tigers, so no one will be looking for him. So he removes his coat and leaves it on the ground, but it's not enough. Yuhan borrows Bastien's sword to cut his own arm, faking a blood splatter to complete the scene.

And the escape goes off without a hitch.

A few days pass. Everyone's back at the mansion. We begin with Lucas treating Yuhan's wounds, noting that they're well on their way to healing and Yuhan should be back in top form in no time. Yuhan had quickly lost consciousness after their escape and was asleep for two days because of sleep deprivation, giving everyone a big scare as they thought he had succumbed to his injuries. The master had been visiting Yuhan every day, worried. But he's okay now!

Berrien arrives, bringing Teddy and Hanamaru with him. He wanted to introduce Yuhan to them, as they'll all be roommates from now on. And after a quick round of introductions, Berrien gets to the point: before they can truly become butlers, they need to go through the ceremony of forming a contract with a demon. Before they go through with it, Berrien wants to make sure everyone is still on board. The process of forming a contract is very dangerous, they may even lose their life. Do they still intend to become a butler, knowing this?

No hesitation from any of them. All of them agree.

So, Berrien thanks them, and proceeds to the next step. He hands all of them black blindfolds. The location where the ceremony is going to take place is top secret, and kept even from the people taking part in the ceremony itself. Berrien says that they will be leaving the mansion for a bit for this ceremony, and while Berrien will return in a few days, the other three will be gone for about 3 months.

Four months pass, it is now winter. Haures calls the master to the back garden to show them something: a building that looks like a house. This is the villa of the Devil's Palace, where the three new butlers will be staying when they return. Haures built it, with help from a craftsman he knows, as well as the other butlers--Boschi designed the interior, of course.

They hear hoofbeats approaching: but there aren't any guests who would really approach the mansion. So, does that mean that the three are back? The master is eager to greet them, and Haures goes to tell the other butlers. Everyone gathers at the entrance hall, and the three of them are indeed back! Their contracts were made with no issue, and though they did take a month longer than normal, everything is fine. They also appear to have gotten quite close; when Teddy notices that Hanamaru is missing from the group, Yuhan just sighs and says that Hanamaru probably snuck back into the carriage to nap. Quick glimpse of their dynamic is probably like Yuhan and Hanamaru bicker a lot (though it's mostly Yuhan initiating and being a little passive-aggressive, Hanamaru just kinda goes with it and faces the passive-aggressiveness with completely blunt honesty which is pretty funny. Teddy is stuck in the middle being an earnest and bright kid trying to stop his friends from fighting--Yuhan says with a smile on his face that doesn't reach his eyes that they're not fighting, they're just having a difference of opinion)

We get more cute and funny scenes of everyone getting along as we officially welcome our three new butlers. The next day, the new trio show up to present themselves to the master. They want them to be the first person to see them in their new uniforms. And aside from their new uniforms, Yuhan has also decided to go with a change of hairstyle. Shinonome Yuhan is supposed to be dead after all, so a different hairstyle helps to hide his identity a little bit better. Plus, he feels like he can get a new start with a change of appearance.

Lono also shows up, saying he wants to hold a party later. The butlers of this mansion are like family, they live together, they fight together. And to help everyone get closer to the three new butlers, Lono wants to have a party to celebrate them. Of course the master agrees, and Lono leaves, excited as he thinks about what dishes he'll make. Once Lono is gone, Yuhan asks whether it's really okay for a party to welcome the three of them to be held. After all, they're butlers, and the master is their master. Is this kind of relationship really okay between master and servant? Yuhan is pensive; this is just very different from the environment that he is used to. The master answers that they don't really care about things like that. They just want everyone to be happy.

At the party we have some lighthearted stuff. Teddy wonders why Lono calls him Teddy-san, even though Teddy is Lono's junior as a butler. But Lono says eh, he just does that with the people who are older than him. Even though butlers stop aging, Teddy is 25 and he's 22, so he'll use -san with Teddy. Stuff like that. Hanamaru also got into the wine so that's also fun. And people just keep talking, get to know each other better.

Teddy finds out that Haures is over 300 years old, and the conversation transitions to the unaging nature of the butlers. None of Haures, Boschi, or Fennesz remember their exact age anymore. Haures and Fennesz became butlers on the same day, Boschi was soon after that. They were all 28 years old when that happened so they're pretty much the same age. Then the conversation turns towards birthdays--and it's revealed that the butlers don't really celebrate their birthdays. In fact, Haures and Fennesz say that they haven't celebrated a single birthday ever since they became butlers.

The master says that they want to celebrate everyone's birthday. Berrien overhears, and he reveals that there is a reason they don't celebrate birthdays: it's to keep the balance between the butlers. Because they all come from different times, different paths of life and different circumstances, there are quite a few butlers who don't know their own birthdays for some reason or another. If you celebrated only the birthdays of those who knew them, it wouldn't be very fair to the rest. But if the master does want to celebrate everyone's birthdays, then Berrien suggests to make it the day that they became butlers. A birthday is meant to mark the beginning of a new life, after all, and the butlers really have started a new life once they make a contract with a demon. The three new butlers still remember their own birthdays so they don't have to change anything, they can just keep their own birthdays. Muu sets his birthday as the day that the master arrived at the mansion.

Berrien gathers everyone to announce the birthdays, and that they're going to celebrate them every year from now on. In particular, Lato and Lono note that this would be the first time they get to celebrate a birthday. Everyone looks pleased, and the master thinks that they're going to make sure that everyone stays happy, and will be sure that celebrate everyone's birthdays dearly from now on.

#akuneko #i am.... so sorry this got so long

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Omegaverse headcanons?

I personally like it when they are able to purr.

I was gonna be like, "Eh, I'm not really into omegaverse stuff anymore", but that wouldn’t be completely true. I’m just really picky about that sorta thing, and I just haven't thought about it in a long while. The thing is, I would only like scenarios where… Roy is the omega and Ed is the alpha. I think that would be fun.

I would imagine that all of the higher ups in the military are alphas, and very few people know that Roy is an omega? And if anyone found out Roy’s secret, it would be a really big deal. And even though he's kept things under wraps for a long time now, there are rumors about him going around 24/7. Maybe Riza is a beta, and she protects Roy when he's in heat and just makes sure that he’s doing okay.

Maybe you don’t find out if you’re an alpha/beta/omega until you’re older, like around the time you’re old enough to join the Amestrian military? But since Ed is so young when he joins, he doesn’t know what he is, or whatever! And so there are rumors going around about him too, and Roy jokes around with him about it. And maybe as a teen, Ed has a major crush on Roy, and he secretly fantasizes about what their dynamic could possibly be like in the future. And then later on, Ed figures out that he’s an alpha, but he still doesn’t know Roy’s an omega! But then maybe, Roy's home sick one day, because he's in heat, and Ed visits his townhouse to drop off a report, and that's just… the beginning of the end.

I like the biting thing, where they mark each other? Maybe Roy goes into the office one day with a claim mark on his neck, like, just above his uniform collar where everyone can see? And Roy's all nervous and embarrassed... But I can see Roy begging Ed for sexual attention in the future, and being submissive to Ed, and Ed just absolutely living for it.

In conclusion, I just want to see Ed to make Roy his bitch. That’s all I want…

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how to use bad language without getting in trouble ft. alex louis armstrong

@royedpalooza For 520 Bingo it fits into the prompt 'everything is the same except' because everything is the same except Ed is allowed to say 'piss' and 'ass'...

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My #1 post of 2022

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#year in review #admin #i do reblog from myself a lot #gotta keep the RoyEd rotating around

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boom-boom-boyx2 · 2 years

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Headcanons but it’s just my favorite characters…

Maka Albarn (soul eater):

- she listens to classical rock

- no else is aloud to have the aux and everyone is 100% okay with it

- she hates has a crop top that says “all men suck balls” but soul wrote “-my bf” and she likes the shirt to much to throw it away (can’t get the stain out)

- likes anything strawberry flavored but hates strawberries. she can’t stand the texture…

- always says “knowledge is more important than looks” but will shop for 5 hours on end to find the exact outfit she say on a social media post 4 months ago

- has a blue bunny (stuffed animal) that’s she sleeps with.

- leaves cookies & a little note that’s from a ‘secret admirer’ by her dads door whenever she feels like she was too mean

- side note: Spirit knows it’s her

- she’s actually known Stien since she was a baby bc he’s basically her uncle, she just didn’t want anyone to know that the crazy teacher was her uncle

- loves pineapple on pizza and blames her father bc everyone always says it’s gross and shes like “well my dad always liked it so it’s just a habit to order it- i’ll eat it if no one else will!”

- instead of a diary she has a book that she writes based off of her life (if that makes sense)

Daichi Sumawara (Haikyuu):

- has the funkiest music taste (like high dad vibes) [if that makes sense]

- drops the F-bomb a lot, under his breath mostly, but every times someone else hears it he reacts like ur crazy catholic grandmother

- the best driver but the worst road rage

- he uses moisturizer

- has 2 older sisters, not to much older tho

- a bisexual on a good day

- really good on roller skates, no one knows why or how

- technology is not his thing. everything he touches breaks.

- sketches a lot of scenery but it’s only his like stress reliever thingy

- has a lot of plants, and each one is named.

- all of them died when he was on vacation and he trusted Suga to water them for a week

- suga replaced them with fake plants

- Daichi showed up to sugar’s house with a giant fake leaf and showed it down his (suga) shirt then left

- reads a lot of books but their all real cheesy romance stuff

- has a lot of blankets but 0 pillows, literally none.

- his room is suuuupppeeerrrrr clean

- it’s bc everything is shoved in his closet

- don’t open it or you’ll die

- has a giant star wars poster in his room, he has never watched a single movie/ episode ever.

- loves bugs

- suga hates bugs

- that’s why daichi loves them👍

- cooks really well but only bc there are specific directions

- the scariest look when concentrated

Bakugou Katsuki (BokuNoHeroAcademia):

- loves BL romance (not even bc he’s kinda gay he just loves it)

- high school him/ he used to get really guilty at night bc of bullying deku so his dad would sit with him in his room and talk ut out

- his dad would help him write a note or whatever of an apology once a month and give ut to Inko

- loves tea.

- likes to hug people but hates to be hugged

- secretly loves it when ppl mess with his hair

- it’s actually really soft

- listens to American music while working out, it’s all beyoncé & tyler the creator

- knows how to speak Italian, Korean, and a little bit of English

- Quotes (mean) AllMight memes whenever he can infront of deku bc it pisses him off sm

- did denki’s makeup for a prank and now him denki, and mina all try out different eyeliner looks all the time

- he and his mom dressed as eachother for halloween one year and dad kept mixing them up

- needs reading glasses (got it from dade-o)

- Masaru (dad) is the scariest one out of all three of them.

- he got fed up with the both of them during katsuki’s 2nd year and made both of them go to anger management classes and family therapy

- Katsuki is deathly afraid of his dad and not at all afraid of him mom

- Deku had an american tv show phase but bakugou loves himself some british shows; Dr. who, Sex Education, Derry Girls, etc…

- he gives off the biggest “older sister” vibe i’ve ever seen

- breaks dishes whenever he washes them, he’s gentle but they just slip

Shinobu kocho (demon slayer):

- she was the kid that would bring you a handful of bugs she found in the dirt and just leave them on the table

- is completely lost when it comes to fashion, it’s sad.

- she tries but mitsuri always has to basically dress her

- loves overalls tho

- someone gifted her crocs and she cried, no one knew if it was bc they were hideous or bc she was supper happy.

- she wears them at home like slippers but ligit no one knows

- she has arts & crafts days with the kids from the butterfly mansion, nezuko, and mitsuri and they make the cutest a things

- someone once mentioned mitsuri’s breast’s and shinobu knocked them out so quick no one even knew it was her

- giyuu told her she had food in her teeth one time so for a week straight she wouldn’t smile with her teeth till she could ask him to check

- the best hygiene out of everyone in fucking century

- she had the better music taste in the pillars bc it’s unique but it’s all really good music!

- keeps everything anyone gives her

- she had a shoe box that’s filled with the stuff!!

- the only one who can keep a secret and remember it.

- she has to stop mitsuri’s for slipping up all the time

- the best at trivia games

- everytime someone flirts with her she just tilts her head, smiles, and says: “never in a million years you scum.” :)

- she’s so dumb.

- like everyone thinks she’s a scholar, she can barely count and can’t spell for shittttt

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self preservation, part 2 | remus lupin x reader

“Just tell me,” he murmured, big hand on your face now, “tell me how much you wanted me to fuck you in my car. Tell me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I wanted you bad,” you swallowed, words shaken, “I wanted to - to ask you to pull over again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And then I thought, even your fingers would’ve been enough. Anything I could get.”

summary Remus struggles to understand why he wants to kiss you so often. [5.4k]

warnings smut, fem!reader, coworkers to friends to friends with benefits to friends with benefits who kiss just to kiss and hang out together but not lovers lmao, muggle reader secret wizard werewolf Remus, anxious reader, 18+ please

read part one | two | three | four here

Remus Lupin watched you stacking bottled water and wondered how a girl like you was working in the supermarket when you should’ve been on film. Dirty, transatlantic, silent noir or indie — any film would do. A small part of him said he’d prefer dirty, but he wasn’t so sure. He could imagine you fresh-faced and smiling on the big screen, saw your face plastered on posters in street corners and across bus banners, your charming smile on the huge London billboards.

There wasn’t anything theatrical about you, the opposite; you were shy and a little quiet but you were real. In this theoretical ideal, the people loved you because of your authenticity. In his reality, he was the only one stark raving mad for you, and selfishly, that was how he liked it.

You were balancing on the shop's stacking ladder reloading sparkling litre bottles. He crossed his arms to lean on the small platform, smiling at you in what he hoped was a cool way. “Nice legs,” he said.

You huffed a small laugh where you were tucked up and put your hand out. He passed you a bottle and then a second and you didn’t say much until you’d finished. The both of you paused, empty handed. Your hair was tied back. He wanted to push the baby hairs flat to your face. You wiped your eyes and sat down at the top of the wide podium ladder. Remus looked up at you and tried to keep the admiration from his face, your legs at his eye level. They really were nice legs, and your work trousers - form-fitting, nicely shaped - were a distraction at best and an agony the rest of the time.

"What are you supposed to be doing?" you asked him.

He'd finished for the day. "Bedding. I've run away."

"Not you risking Sue's wrath to come help lil ole me," you said musically, peering down at him with your pretty movie smile.

He grabbed hold of your ankle lightly. "I can take Sue."

You laughed and he squeezed your skin, hand travelling absentmindedly up to your calf. "I don't think you can, Lupin. She's fierce."

"Just cos you're scared of her doesn't mean we all are."

"I'm not scared of her!" you protested, giggling.

"No, course not. You only hide everytime you see her."

"I can't help that. If you hadn't left me for dead last Friday I wouldn’t! She's still mad."

"What's worse," he began, rubbing your leg in apology, "Sue finds you and thinks you're bunking off or she comes round the corner and finds me with my dick in my hand?"

It was profane for him but it had the desired effect. You dissolved into a puddle of laughter that made his chest burn, folding over in the middle. If he leaned up he could reach your face, put his hand over your cheek.

"You have to stop apprehending me in silly places," you whispered, sounding like it was the last thing you wanted.

"You have to stop wearing these trousers to work."

"Remus, that's ridiculous."

He shrugged. You went to stand to climb down the ladder and he put his hands out in offering. You let him help you down the few feet to the floor and exhaled when your feet touched the floor. He kept his hands on your waist indulgently.

"I'm serious. They're awful," he flirted.

"And what would you have me wear instead?" you asked, words heavy with meaning.

"I'm afraid only one thing would discourage me."

"And what's that?"

"My grandma used to wear these billowing, dreadful skirts like she was heading a funeral procession. Just heaps of fabric, so heavy my dad would drag her-"

You pushed out of his grip, shaking your head. "You're ridiculous. Truly."

He followed after you, grinning to himself, eyes on your thighs. You really were a silver screen dream.

"When do you get off?"

"Same time as you, usually,” he said from across the table, both of you hidden away in the furthest reaches of the break room, enjoying the scarce privacy.

"Remus."

He looked up from his sandwich reluctantly. “How can you find error in that?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t mean it the way we both know you did.”

He grinned — god, you were sick of his smirking — and took a bite of his food instead of answering. You stole one of his crisps and sighed. “Just tell me if I’m getting the bus or not.”

“No bus,” he said, swallowing. “Stop thieving my snacks.”

“Stop bringing my favourites.”

“Where’s your lunch today?”

“I forgot it.”

“Well don’t.”

He looked legitimately cross. He had proved himself a good friend over the few months you’d known (and fucked) him, caring, kind, over-attentive. He liked to drop by with a fresh bottle of water or to help you finish your tasks when he was done, though often he was tracking you down to half-seduce you in some way. Half, because it didn’t take much effort on his part. Sometimes catching a whiff of his cologne was enough to make you dizzy for the rest of your shift, and you’d found yourself a handful of times seeking him out first. These times were usually the best times. If you took the initiative it drove him mad. Lucky for both of you that you enjoyed winding him up.

You pushed your foot onto his foot, the toe of your shoe into his ankle. He put his sandwich down in defeat and fixed his steady gaze on you, eyes intense as you travelled up the length of his leg.

The door opened. You dropped your foot and Remus returned to his sandwich, both of you trying to appear casual. He did a better job than you.

“Wassup guys?” Germ asked.

You silenced a groan. Remus cleared his throat. “Nothing, just lunch. You alright?”

“I’m great,” he said, disappearing behind the cul-de-sac of cubbies. You and Remus made eye contact, yours screaming to be saved from the oncoming assault of your senses and his full of mirth. Germ appeared with his lunch and slid smoothly into the seat beside yours, unnecessarily close. “Fucking Daniel won’t leave me alone.”

“How come?” Remus asked, eyebrows raised.

“Poultry. I asked Isabelle to front the old stock for me and she said she would. Long story short, she forgot, Daniel’s pissed and we have a ridiculous amount of turkey on discount.”

“That’s rough.”

Germ opened his container of egg salad and your stomach turned. “Fucking Isabelle.”

“Are you?” you asked. Remus laughed and pretended to cough, turning away to swig his drink.

“What?” Germ asked. You knew he hadn’t heard what you said, he never really listened to you, he was just being as polite as he could manage. “Where’s your lunch?” Then, before you could answer, nodding. “Dieting. Gotta get your summer body ready, huh?”

You spluttered. Remus rolled his eyes and pushed his crisps towards you. “We’re sharing.”

Germ missed his mouth, egg salad falling onto the table. “Right, right.” He crunched. You didn’t think egg salad was supposed to be crunchy. “You guys have any plans this weekend?”

Remus shrugged. You sighed,“Not that I-“

“Hey, we should do something tonight. Grab a drink, celebrate the Friday feeling.” He was looking at you, teeth full of salad, forehead shiny under the fluorescents.

“I can’t, I’m-“

“She’s helping me move.”

This ran off him like water off a duck's back. “Maybe next weekend.”

Remus frowned, and you realised with pleasure that Germ had finally said something that affected him. “Probably not,” he said. Germ blinked, eyes wide like maybe something had finally sunk it. Then he nodded, looked between the two of you with new eyes, and clipped his empty lunchbox shut, leaving in a hurry.

“Fucking Daniel,” you imitated.

“Fucking Isabelle,” Remus said back. You both laughed.

“Was that really necessary, with Germy?” you asked later, sitting in the passenger seat of Remus’ car. He was messing with the radio, a cigarette already hanging unlit between his lips. He turned the heaters up and finally turned to you, smiling around the cig.

“Yes.”

You groaned and lay back into the seat, head tipped.

“He’s gonna tell everyone.”

“I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” you asked him, too hopeful.

He lit his cigarette and breathed out the side of his mouth, careful to bat away the smoke drifting toward you as he manoeuvred into the right lane, 20 minutes out from your flat.

“Well, no. Do you?”

“You realise you won’t be able to — to fuck me in the storeroom anymore. Or the bathroom. Or the break room.”

He rolled his eyes. “Why not?”

“Cos when people realise we’re more than friends, they’ll keep a closer eye on us.”

He looked over at you with his eyebrows slowly climbing his face, then his eyes softened. “You’re getting anxious.”

“No,” you said, wiggling against the seatbelt, uncomfortable. “Alright, yes.”

“Unplug your seatbelt.”

“That’ll stress me out worse.”

“I’ll pull over,” he said. He did, and when he was in park he unclipped your belt for you. He watched your chest rise and winced apologetically. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have said anything if I knew it would upset you.”

“I’m not upset I just - I just worry. Can’t help it.”

He sat back too. “If we get in any trouble, I’ll take the blame. We likely won’t,” he added placatingly, “but if we do. So don’t worry, alright?”

You hated how seriously he took you. He never ever treated your worrying like it was childish, or melodramatic. And you hated it, because he made it seem so easy - and if it was that easy, that simple to validate your worrying, why had nobody else ever bothered?

“Okay?” he asked. Only when you said yes did he touch you, rubbing his hand roughly down your arm, up your shoulder, this way and that until you were smiling again.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I make little things so big.”

He took a drag, held it. “You can’t help it,” he repeated your words through an exhale of smoke, starting the car again. He had his left hand on the wheel, his right coming away from your side to take the cigarette from his mouth. You missed his hand. He held the cig out to you. “Finish this?”

Normally you wouldn’t.

“Might help you calm down. If you don’t want it you can put it out for me, I need my hand.”

You nodded and took it, cracking open the window to blow lines of white. He’d ‘needed’ his hand to press into your leg, thumb making firm semi-circles against your thigh. By the time you got to your flat you were feeling much better, calmed by the smoke, by his touch, by the warmth of the car and the fresh air on your face.

If he were your boyfriend you might’ve kissed him goodbye as you got out. He wasn’t. You got out, erred by the door, leaned your head back in. “Do you want to come up?”

“Are you hungry?” you asked him, dropping your house keys on the kitchen table.

“Are you?

“No.”

“Didn't think so,” he said. You were in the doorway to your small living room, flicking the light switch on when you felt his hand in your hair, baring your neck to him. He wasn’t gentle.

His mouth danced over your skin, spare hand at the waistband of your trousers. You gasped as he moved, figuring he’d untuck your shirt to mess with your chest, his usual move, when he pushed down, over your underwear. He was rushing, really rushing, and you had to wonder what had turned him on this badly. His fingers ghosted over your cunt, pushing down your slit to toy with the more than damp fabric.

“I fucking knew it,” he said, sounding triumphant.

“What?” you asked weakly, dizzied under his touch. He was pushing your underwear aside. You looked down to see the amorous sight of his hand in your trousers, enjoying his rough treatment too much.

“You were turned on in the car.”

And you had been, calmed down from what could’ve been a nervous cry, his hand had pushed closer and closer towards the apex of your thighs, his pinky ghosting incredibly close but never close enough.

“Not gonna defend yourself?” he asked. As if he’d let you. He pushed his middle finger past the beginning of your entrance, just once, a mere pass over, then two, burying his long, thick fingers in your slick cunt.

The fabric of your trousers restricted his movements. He didn’t care, fucking at the hilt of his fingers, curling and curling until your legs went weak. You could’ve swore he was the only thing keeping you up, hand in your hair. You covered his hand at your cunt and moaned feebly.

“How’s that, sweetheart? That what you wanted?”

You nodded fervently.

“Use your words.”

You could’ve cried. “Yes.”

“Tell me how much you wanted it?” he requested, rubbing the sweet spot inside you emphatically with the tips of his fingers.

“Remus,” you began. He pulled his fingers out, turned your face to his. He was glowingly handsome and his eyes were bright in the dim light of your living room.

“Just tell me,” he murmured, big hand on your face now, “tell me how much you wanted me to fuck you in my car. Tell me and I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I wanted you bad,” you swallowed, words shaken, “I wanted to - to ask you to pull over again.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. And then I thought, even your fingers would’ve been enough. Anything I could get.”

He squeezed your face, obvious delight lighting his features. You looked between his warm brown eyes and frowned, missing his fingers in your cunt, shifting. Like he could sense it, he turned your body so you were kissing, rough and frenzied. He didn’t always try to kiss you even though you’d never deny his mouth, never say no to his open-mouthed brushes against your neck, his spiteful nips, his markings on your inner-thighs. You were more than eager to kiss him as he walked you back, footsteps fast, ‘til your calves hit the sofa cushions and he was pushing you down. He broke the kiss, breathing hard. His fingers came to your unbuttoned trousers and pulled them clean off, eyes alight at your naked legs. He had an obsession with them. They were smattered in hickeys from previous hook-ups and bruises from where he’d pushed you over a pallet of bagged fertiliser in the storeroom the last time you’d both been on nights, had fucked you so hard and so well you’d left a little puddle where you’d been standing.

It was a similar travesty now as he pulled your underwear off, slick strings and a wet patch evidencing your obvious arousal. You were cushioned high enough to see as he collected the wetness and covered his hand with it, pushing three fingertips against your entrance teasingly.

“This similar to what you were thinking?” he asked, easing to the first knuckle, then the second, other hand flat on your stomach to keep you flush to the leather of the settee.

“Yes, yes,” you admitted, trembling. “Exactly like this.”

“You like it?”

“Yes,” you repeated, word all warped in pleasure, end drawn out and high.

“Good girl,” he cooed, second hand coming up to push into your clit, listening for your hitched intakes of breath. “There you are.”

You moaned unabashedly at his words. He looked at you, gratified, adjusting so he was leaning over you and kissing you, kissing you so much your chest burned and your cunt burned hotter and everything movement he made was like a match had been lit at your skin.

You ran your hands down from his shoulders, over his chest, down to his trousers. He made a fuss about your uniform and his was worse, tight-fitting. Remus had the kind of cock that couldn’t be hidden; his uniform was a constant reminder. You ran your hand over his cock and found him hard as steel. He moaned into your mouth, hand stuttering at your stretched out pussy while he collected himself. You refused to let him, squeezing gently along his length through stiff fabric.

He moved out of your reach and pulled his fingers from your beating cunt, using both hands to pull your shirt over your head, chucking it to the side.

“Respect the uniform,” you murmured.

He answered by pulling his own shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the same direction. His chest was covered in scars, you’d see the, all before, and you never asked. He didn’t volunteer any answers, even when new ones appeared. To your relief he was completely healed and ready to be kissed, which you did. If he minded he didn’t say, pushing the hair away from your face as you went. He didn’t allow you many kisses before he was taking up your lips with his, opening your mouth wide to deepen the kiss searchingly.

You got inpatient and went looking for his zipper. He laughed like you’d told a really good joke and did it himself, falling back onto his haunches. He pushed his boxers down enough to expose his achingly hard dick, the head wet with precum, veins standing out.

You had goosebumps, the hairs on your arms standing up as he dragged his thumb down the line of your wet cunt. He grabbed you bodily by the thighs, big hands encapsulating the soft flesh to pull you down so you were on your back, cunt spread and now centimetres from his cock.

“You remember,” he said, pushing his cock up against your slit, digging the head into your slick clit cruelly pushing circles, hitting your skin, pulling away, “when we first fucked, you remeber what I said?”

“You said I was louder than you expected,” you said, naked chest heaving with the effort to constrain your excitement.

“Yes, that, but you remember the first thing. You were sat on my lap all dolled up, grinding this pretty pussy,” he slid up against you again, you gasped, “down into me all innocent. And I said-“

“How you thought I’d ruin you,” you finished, hoping to hurry him.

He nodded, pleased. His cock was at your entrance now, pressing in, slow and then not. He was halfway in when he leaned down, kissed you dead centre in the chest and then laughed again, forehead pressed to your sternum. You, despite your general cockdrunk brain, pulled his face up to study him questioningly.

“I was wrong,” he said, pulling out. “You won’t ruin me.”

He thrusted all the way in. His cock hit something soft inside you, had you crying out in pleasure. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he said firmly.

Thankful there was no one to hear you but the neighbours you found yourself not even attempting to hold in the intense expressions of pleasure you were releasing, found the keening sounds were too much work to hold back as he fucked into you hard. He must’ve appreciated the relative privacy for once as well, as his own moaning was plentiful and ruinous. His hitching breath, his gasps, they had you doing things you never would’ve done before you met him. You were whispering expletives and pleading and praises, hands fluttering over his body as he shaped you around him.

He snapped his hips forward and liked the sound you made, groaning, his hands tightening on your knees. “Fuck, fuck sweetheart. You’re so fucking tight.”

You bit your lip, eyes slipping shut as he rutted into your core. He grabbed your thighs and hugged them to his chest, splitting you up, his pelvis hitting your cunt bruisingly with each thrust. You were too fucked to mind as he bit the skin just below the back of your knee. When he’d mottled your leg he slowed, encouraging you onto your side with your legs both pushed one way, the new angle forcing you to clench down on his cock. He hissed with every thrust, the new tightness an obvious pleasure.

You played with your tits as he worked, rolling your nipples and smiling at his pinched expression. He was easier to rile up than you were, you thought, sliding the bead of your nipple between your fingers and pushing your breasts up tantalisingly.

He leaned his weight into his hand on you leg and ousted you hard into the sofa, body rocking, the sound something pornographic as he hammered into your quickly over sensitive cunt.

“What happened, sweetheart? Where’d those pretty moans go?” he asked. You were too busy catching your breath to moan, or explain. He took it as a challenge and spread your legs wide again, grabbing your hips and elevating them off of the sofa to spear you open on his cock, rolling your hips against his cock like you were a toy for him to fuck. The grip on your hips was knew leverage for his lace and he fucked into you so hard you saw stars, moans loud enough that you pressed your face into the fabric and prayed your neighbours weren’t home. He chased your pleasure with his fingers at your clit rubbed a series of quick lines that had you cumming, orgasm white hot. Your thighs clenched, your fingers tightened around his wrist hard enough to bruise and you pressed your open mouth into the fabric to muffle your shout. He didn’t stop, didn’t give you time to come down even when the sobbing started, overwhelmed by his touch and enjoying it too much.

If you’d asked him to stop he would’ve, no questions asked, but you didn’t ask him to stop and he made good on his declaration, ruining your cunt with a fierce, inescapable determination. Once your sobbing had quieted to a whimpering and your cunt was twitching around him he grabbed both hips again and finished what he started, fucking into your heat until he was cumming inside you, white cum pumping into you and leaking out in rivulets when he pulled out.

You were both breathing like you’d run a marathon. He pushed his cock back into your full cunt and fucked slow with no high to chase, plastering your chest in gentle kisses. His hands were doing damage control, running over your bruising hips soothingly.

“Pretty girl,” he said against your skin, finger catching one of your hard nipples and pinching. “Pretty, pretty girl. You’re my pretty girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, light headed as he latched onto your nipple and sucked hard, swirling his tongue around you wetly. He pulled back after a few moments to kiss the quick-forming contusion.

His hand cupped the side of your face. “You’re a never-ending wet dream, I’m telling you. So fucking pretty, such a good girl.”

You cleared your throat, wanted to be close to him suddenly enough that it had a lump forming in your throat. You held your hands out and let him pull you into his lap, softening cock inside you, a warmth spreading through your whole body. You wrapped your arms around his chest and let him kiss your forehead, rocking you from side to side with his big arms across your back.

“You okay, lovely?” he asked quietly, lips pressed to your temple.

You kissed his chest and hoped he got the message.

“Jeremy told me something interesting,” Daniel said that Monday, eyeing you up in what could only be described as a look of betrayal.

“Yeah?” you asked. You and Remus had already agreed to act like Germ was way off base. Cruel, but necessary if you wanted to keep fucking at work, which you both did.

“He said Lupin’s getting territorial.”

“Like a dog?”

“Don’t play dumb!”

You held up your hands in surrender. “I’m not. I just have no idea what he means.”

Dan took the stanley knife from your hands and set about cutting the plastic wrap open himself, as you were doing a terrible job. He was sighing dramatically as he did. “I thought we were work besties, Y/N, I really did.”

“We are!” you rushed to assure him. “You’re a great friend, work or not. But I really don’t know what Germy means.” You felt bad for lying to him because it was true — you couldn’t survive this job without his comforting presence and helpful, kind soul.

His eyebrows came together. “Germy?”

You made yourself very, very busy.

Remus Lupin could not stop thinking about you. There was a cavernous difference between fucking in forbidden places and having his way with you in private. He felt like he’d tried black tar heroin. He searched for you everyday that week and you never once denied him, but, he thought, with his hand pressed over your mouth to stop from being discovered, nothing could calm his withdrawal.

For one, he’d been a little more gentle with you than he had been the Friday before. He knew he couldn’t get away with how rough he’d been every time. You’d both enjoyed it but it was an unrealistic standard, and he liked having his way with you slowly anyhow. You were as amorous whether you took it hard or slow, soft or hard, sight illicit and the sounds you made bordering on torturous, muffled by his hand or his chest.

You did bruise on your hips, to his horror, finger shaped contusions. You loved them, you said, kissing the corner of his mouth. He wondered if it was true or if you were shielding his feelings and found that both options were endearing.

So, you were hot, you were pretty, every fuck left him reeling and wanting more, so why did privacy matter so much? Why was he chasing a fuck like the one in your flat again?

He realised, bright and early Thursday morning when he’d come in early and found you facedown in your book, that it wasn’t the privacy that had mattered, it was the intimacy. The openness. You’d given him everything you could, had moaned and pleaded and said things that had him half-hard in recollection alone.

If anyone else ever saw you like he’d seen you that night, he thought, you’d be elevated past movie star status. You’d been pornographic, you’d been cinematic. He couldn’t believe it was his life, couldn’t believe he’d been the one fucking you into a tizzy. He resolved to be a little nicer, not that he’d ever been cruel, but at this point he was sure you were godly. He felt reverential. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from hugging you close on the settee and couldn’t stop himself now from dotting a kiss on your snoozing head before rousing you with a hand on your shoulder.

“You alright, lovely girl?” he asked. You blinked at him tiredly. He patted your shoulder. “Tired?”

You yawned behind your hand and nodded. “I was up watching… uhm…” your head started leaning to one side. He shook you as gently as he could and you snapped up. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“You should go home if you’re this tired, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine. And, you know, stupid games get stupid prizes. I shouldn’t have stayed up.” You said all this looking pretty as a peony, eyes half-lidded. He wanted to kiss each eyelid.

He nodded and turned away to shove his coat into his locker as well as his rucksack. He stood there for a moment and had to really debate his next move before reaching into his back and taking the little bar of chocolate he’d brought in for you in his hands. He was going to leave it in your locker like he always did when you were busy.

He offered it to you. “Eat this.”

You blinked at it. “They’re from you?”

“Don’t know what you mean.” He squeezed your shoulder. “Eat it, you’ll feel better.”

You nodded. He watched with a pleased eye as you nibbled at the corner. You caught his eye and smiled back. You had toothpaste in the corner of your mouth. He wanted to kiss you, kiss you and take you home and tuck you into his bed and let you sleep for days if you wanted to.

Remus had been fucking you silly all week, mostly bathroom romps where he could make you cum way quicker than you’d care to admit and then spend the rest of the time getting himself off at his own leisure. He liked to play with your clit and leave the rest untouched whilst he whispered how he was going to fuck you, how pretty you looked today, how tight your cunt was. You’d ruin your underwear and he didn’t care, and wouldn’t give you any relief even as you came hard from his figure-eights.

Only after you came would he fuck you, and if he could he’d have you cum again. If he couldn’t he’d kiss your cheek and beg forgiveness before tucking his shirt back in and running off to wherever he’d been radio’d.

But today he hadn’t yet. It was Friday, you’d come in early by accident and fallen asleep at the table. Remus had woken you up with his nice hands on your shoulders and you’d worried for a second you were dreaming. Then, he’d given you a bar of chocolate. You’d thought he was your secret gift giver for a moment. He’d played stupid and you’d believed him, and it had all worked out well for him until you gave in and asked Daniel if he’d been leaving you chocolates.

“No, babe, not me.” And then, as an infernal gossip. “Why, someone’s leaving you gifts? Who? It’s Lupin. It’s definitely Lupin.”

You weren’t stupid. It was definitely Remus.

He didn’t come looking for you until the end of the day. He’d been busy during lunch and you hadn’t seen him otherwise, he hadn’t sought you out for anything and you’d felt a little crushed until you’d gotten into his car at the end of the day and he’d asked you to come over to his flat. You’d agreed, grinning, excited for a second round of what you’d had together the previous week.

You woke up in his bed. Confused, you pulled back the sheets and stared down at your socked feet and uncomfortable trousers that had left lines embedded in your skin.

“Remus?” you called. It was dark out.

The man in question came barreling around the corner. “What?”

“What time is it? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, doll. You fell asleep in my car.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologised shyly, wondering if your hair looked as awful as you feared.

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t…” He hesitated, biting his cheek.

“What?”

“Well, you don’t have to come over only to fuck.” He seemed uncharacteristically shy as he said it, standing in his own doorway like the room didn’t belong to him. You thought maybe he was going to ask you out, felt the excitement in the tips of your toes, when he said, “We were friends first, weren’t we?”

“Right,” you agreed, slipping back down under his covers. “Still, you could’ve woke me up.”

“You look cute when you sleep.”

“Grow up, Lupin.”

“Be nice or you can’t have any pasta.”

You shot up again. “I meant: Thank you, Remus. I do look cute when I sleep. I totally agree, and you’re always right. What kind of pasta is it?”

He sighed, long-suffering. “The one you mentioned before, with the cherry tomatoes.”

“Yes!” You squealed and scrambled onto sleep-heavy footing to hug him briefly before pushing him back, forcing him to lead you into the kitchen.

You didn’t see how he watched the back of your head, missed his pensive sigh as you ate pasta and watched a movie. He didn’t try to do anything except kiss you quickly when he dropped you off.

You frowned as he drove away. Where did kissing lie on the friends with benefits scale? It certainly wasn’t friendly.

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Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

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Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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Two sides (2)

Pair: ACOTAR Azriel x reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Language, implied smut

Summary: Y/N has been in love with Cassian for centuries now, Just how Azriel has been with Mor. Both heartbroken by their unrequited love they fall into a routine of 'one-night stands', Not realizing their each others mate.

Masterlist - Part 1

A/N: So I dont know how accurate the mate information is, like I said before I haven’t read the ACOTAR series since 2019 so I probably got a couple things wrong or didn’t write the characters the way you would expect them to act. I chose to make them more how they would be in head canons if you get what I mean. Either way I really hope you enjoyed the 2nd and final part to Two sides :) Feel free to send requests for Azriel or any other Acotar characters. Thank you all for the support <3

"We need to talk."

"Okay," Azriel says skeptically, he walks over to sit on the chair across from you.

"I wanted to apologize for the other night," You shifted in your seat as you spoke, you were noticeably uncomfortable. That bothered Azriel, he wanted you to feel natural not forced, he didn't know where that desire came from but it was true. Even if this conversation was a bit awkward. "I never meant to make you feel used, I guess, I just needed a distraction."

"From seeing Cassian and Nesta together?" He asked. You bit your lip and nodded. "Y/N, I didn't feel used." He let out a small chuckle. "I enjoyed it, actually. And a bit flattered that you chose to-" He coughed awkwardly, "share that part of yourself with me." You grinned. You eased up a bit after knowing that Azriel didn't feel bad about what happened the other night, and even enjoyed it. It also warmed your heart at the fact that this was one of the rare moments that he felt comfortable enough to talk about how he was feeling. Despite it probably being out of sympathy or to defuse the tension.

"Oh," You chirped "well good. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck up our friendship."

He shook his head, "Y/N you've done a lot in the past few centuries that could've fucked up this friendship and we're still okay, better than okay considering. Besides Mor and I are still friends even after..." He tensed up, you went over to him and hesitantly put your hand on top of his.

"I know." You gave him a small smile. "I have an idea, I'll admit it's not my brightest but it will benefit the both of us."

His eyebrow quirked, "Your ideas are never the brightest, that's why you're just my second."

"Okay, wow." You blinked, removing your hand, and started pacing around the room. "First Rhys made me your second because I'm good at my job and you're just better cause of your shadows." He glared at you when you made the comment about his shadows. "Two, I've had a couple of good ideas in the past you just never go through with them."

"Maybe it's because all your ideas are reckless and we'd get caught if we did our job by using your so-called good ideas." He got up to meet you when you turned around to face the other way, you were met by his chest in your way.

You huffed when you looked up at him. "Whatever, I'm pretty sure you were going to like this one." He gave a nod to continue. "I- you know what I think it's better if I just show you."

He cocked his head to the side. You took this as an opportunity to grab him by the back of his neck and slammed your lips onto his. Immediately after he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. He started walking backward, leading you towards one of the bedrooms. Your foreheads pressed together but you paused from kissing him, catching your breath. You knew he could hear your heartbeat, beating quicker by the second, his heart was beating faster too. It gave you all the encouragement you needed to start taking off your clothes.

"So this was your bright idea," Azriel asked, while also hurriedly taking off his clothes.

"Mhm." Was your response before nodding and relocating your lips onto his.

The intensity of it made your heart stutter. You wanted him and at that moment he wanted you. He truly wanted you, you both felt it and took that feeling, using it to fuel the passion in that kiss. He moved down to your neck, nipping and biting at it. You moved your hand to slowly graze his wings, which made him freeze. Azriel gave you a look that made your body go on overdrive.

He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued to "eat your neck" as Cassian had said all those days before. You rolled your eyes at the thought, but then they rolled back as Azriel bit at a sensitive area that intensified that already intoxicating feeling you got when you were with him.

And you wished it never ended.

~~~

"How do you feel about this?" You asked, hoping he'd be okay with it. So far he hadn't opposed.

"I don't want to hurt you." He confessed. You knew he meant physically, he could be a little rough sometimes. You were okay with that though, You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"I'm serious Y/N." He looked you in the eye. You were back at the training grounds of the Illyrian camp. You didn't specify any details, so you both didn't care about speaking in public.

"I'm a big girl, I think I can handle it." You began to walk ahead of him, He grabbed your forearm and pulled you back to face him, a hint of a smile on your face. "Only if you're sure."

Your smile faded once you saw that he was genuinely concerned. "Az, you wouldn't hurt me. I trust you."

He froze and let you go. He had a hard time letting people see how he was feeling but you could tell he was struggling with letting you in and his self-deprecation.

~~~

You had kept your secret "relationship" hidden from everyone else, as much as you could. It didn't take long. They were extremely nosy and it was difficult with Mor being your best friend. She always knew when you were lying and had insisted you were acting differently. You would always blow it off and say you had a good day, telling a random story you just thought of on the spot.

Cassian had continued to tease you about your secret lover-- which only intrigued Mor even further-- you avoided the truth most of the time. You and Azriel would be extra careful when doing what you did. Sometimes even going to Inns and you would both winnow to the location.

Going through all that trouble only for Amren to find out and threaten to tell the others. She tried to blackmail you into buying her a pure diamond bracelet. As if she couldn't afford it yourself. You talked to Azriel about it and you both decided you didn't care if anyone else knew, it's only a matter of time before they found out anyway. Plus you could use the money to buy a house somewhere private in Velaris. You enjoyed the privacy and lack of teasing for as long as it lasted.

Amren didn't tell but as you predicted, everyone did find out. Some already had suspicions like Mor, Rhys, and Feyre. Amren wouldn't have known if she hadn't caught you both and Cassian never would have thought. You'd be lying if you said you weren't disappointed at him not showing any sign of jealousy. You knew he wouldn't be, being caught up with Nesta and all but you still held hope. You considered yourself a fool and would try to fuck the feelings out of you with Azriel. And most of the time it worked.

~~~

Months went by as sleeping with your best friend became your new normal. You never would have thought that you'd be one of those mysterious girls that Azriel hooked up with, ever since that night, you were the only girl. You had to admit, you liked the idea; being Azriel's only girl. But you knew that although you would be the only girl in his bed, Mor will always be on his mind. Not that you blamed him, you were still somewhat hung up on Cassian. After you can't get rid of 500+ years of feelings.

As you laid next to Azriel, who now stayed nights instead of leaving right after, You admired his tattoos, the intricate designs, you fought the urge to trace them. You did anyways but only a centimeter away from his chest so you wouldn't wake him. In the morning light that slipped through a slight gap in your curtains, It shone right on him. He looked ethereal.

You always knew he was attractive most Illyrian men were, at least if they weren't assholes most of the time. You had time now, to actually take in his beauty. You could never understand how someone so beautiful and kind could be so broken. You guessed that's why you chose him to spend your nights with, instead of some random guy. You could help him and heal him and get him to appreciate himself more.

The shadows around him became more active, it made him tense up. He was awake. You lifted your hand up to up to move the stray hair that fell onto his face. At that moment, you felt your world shift an overwhelming sensation of love and adoration consumed your body and you snatched your hand away from him. You were in pure shock.

'Holy fuck' Was the only thing going through your head.

"What's wrong?"He questioned as if he could sense your distress. His voice hoarse from just waking up.

"Nothing." You said, immediately getting up and getting dressed in whatever you had closest to you. "You should, um, You should get going. I have a lot of reports to do, I've been holding them off but Rhys has been asking me for them for the longest so I should get on it."

Azriel sat up, the bed sheet covering one leg and another part. His perfectly sculpted body in your bed, the lighting, half of his leg uncovered by the blanket. You tried to compose yourself to figure out what you would do. Hoping that he didn't pick up on how different you were acting. It was no use he probably already expected something was up.

To try to ease the tension you sat next to him, brushing the hair out of his face, dragging your fingertips down to the side of his face, and kissed his cheek. You ignored the tingles you felt as his face nuzzled into your hand. Hesitantly, you remove your hand and got up from the bed, and sat at the desk you had in your room. You pretended to read through old letters from officials.

Azriel took that as his cue to leave. He got dressed and pressed a kiss to the back of your head before he left.

He definitely knew something, that's not how your mornings usually go. You would at least spend an hour or two together either talking or enjoying each other's presence before sending each other off to your respective duties. However due to your new discovery of Azriel being your mate. You panicked. What would you do now?

~~~

Hours had passed and you hadn't left your room, choosing to focus on the reports that you did in fact, have to do. Rhys just wasn't expecting them for another week or so. Mor then busted into your room. "Knock, knock bitch."

"Uh, hello gorgeous, didn't expect a lovely visit from you today." You said sarcastically, turning your chair to face her. She dropped the shopping bags onto your floor. You lifted a brow in question.

"We're going on a trip!"

"I'm busy." You turned back around to focus on what you were writing.

"It's a fun work one." You twisted your chair around again.

"How do you mean?"

"Day court gala, bonding with people, gaining trust, and all that." She waved it off as if you didn't need to know actual information. You decided you'd ask for details from Rhysand later.

"And you went shopping." You gestured to all of the bags. "like you don't have tons of outfits you could take."

"Well of course I do. These are for you." She grinned.

"W-what?"

"Just because you're supposed to be invisible and all that, doesn't mean you have to be like that all the time." She referred to your job description, being another spy for Rhysand, relying on you being a woman to get information from people Azriel couldn't. Kind of ridiculous considering Azriel's shadows allowed him to get all the information needed but it was an easy enough job. Unlike Az, you didn't have shadows to command so you stuck to your black outfits tunics, and suits that would help you move easily. You never really dressed up, unless it was for an occasion, but you enjoyed doing it when you could. Most of the time you would be on duty or something like it so you couldn't.

This Gala gave you the perfect excuse too. You were thankful to Mor for having bought you these dresses and accessories. You were pretty sure you had worn all the dresses you had in your closet already.

"Yeah, you're right." You gave her a half-smile. Part of you wondered what Azriel's reaction would be to you in one of these revealing dresses. You shook the thought from your head. You would dress for yourself not for some male, even if that male is your mate.

You debated whether to tell Mor or not. She might be able to help you with your internal battle. Part of you was hurt about Cassian not being your mate. Another part always knew that he wasn't, and another part of you wondered how Azriel would react. Did he feel the bond snap into place? Or was it a Feyre-Rhysand situation where the bond would snap into place at another moment? Would he reject you cause you weren't Mor?

You opted to tell Mor at the day court where you would have more space and privacy from the others.

~~~

Helion's words about uniting and bonding were very heartwarming and kind, but you couldn't get past the thoughts that swarmed your mind. You took advantage of this time with everyone listening to Helions welcoming speech and sneakily made your way over to where Mor was standing. You pretended to greet her with a kiss and whispered in her ear to meet you in the room you were staying at.

"Thank the cauldron you came along, Helion was droning on and was about to make me fall asleep." She joked as she sauntered into your room. She paused her amused tone as soon as she saw your face. "You were fine like two minutes ago."

"Glad to know, I'm good at hiding it." You forced a smile. She tilted her head as if to ask you 'what's wrong', so you told her. You told her that Azriel was your mate and how it happened. You told her of your fears of rejection and confusion with your love for Cassian. It was a different love now, you felt it. There was a shift in what you felt towards Cassian and more intense feelings for Azriel. You suspected the bond but you didn't mind it. You then opened up about your insecurity about him rejecting you for her. Which she shut down, though she knew what you meant.

"Mor, Azriel loves you, like I loved Cassian. What if his love for you is stronger and he refuses to let go. We all know the only reason he never went for you is his trouble with his self-worth." Those were harsh words, but they were true. "He could easily reject me for you, knowing you don't love him in that way."

"You don't know that Y/N. And you loved Cassian, probably as much as Azriel loved me. After all this time you spent together, you truly don't think he would have changed the way he feels for me?" She grabbed your hand in hers. "You and Azriel are like two sides of the same coin, he's all dark and brooding and you, well you're the same in some ways. But you bring out the light and you can cast out all of his darkness with a simple smile."

"I don't know." You whispered. You were scared. Your feelings for Azriel already began to grow, without the bond, with it in place now it was strengthened. Your feelings for Cassian was a background noise that would soon grow into a more familial type of love.

"What should I do Mor?" You whimpered, you put your face in your hands. "I feel like a girl with a crush. This is ridiculous."

She laughed and nodded. "Yes, yes it is. On the bright side, if he doesn't know about you being mates, you could still have fun with other people."

You gave her a look. "You forget that he's my designated person to 'have fun' with."

"I didn't know you had a conversation on exclusivity." She shrugged and walked over to the cart that had alcoholic drinks, at the corner of the room.

"Technically we did when we agreed to sleep with each other when we felt like it." You reasoned.

"Hm." She mused, sipping on her drink. "I still say enjoy tonight, dance with a few males, or females, and if you two end up having sex with him again just enjoy the time you have with him."

"Thanks for the talk, Mor."

"Of course darling, by the way, I highly doubt he'll reject you. If he does he's an idiot and I'll kill him." She sent a wink your way and left you in your room to think.

~~~

Azriel watched as you swayed your hips to the beat of the music. A man who he didn't know came up from behind you, keeping up with you. That was the first of many. He felt a twinge of jealousy in his gut. He attempted to force that emotion down. He couldn't understand where that was coming from.

He was keeping watch, even though he always made sure to keep a lookout for danger to his court. Mor and Cassian tried to get him to ease up, he didn't budge. Who would pry Cassian from more liquor when he's had enough to drink if Azriel wasn't sober? He used the excuse of being the only responsible one to keep an eye on her. Y/n, Azriel thought he knew what it was to love someone because of Mor but what Azriel felt for Y/N was different. It felt raw and real and whatever it was, was growing fast. She was easy to talk to, not that he did much of that but she listened, actually listened when he did, and she didn't pry or hover as much as the others. They tend to beat around the bush when wanting to know about what was going on with him. Unlike Y/N who would take her time to make sure he felt comfortable and if, he wasn't, she would change the topic and act normal.

Y/N was a calming presence that allowed him to just be. She brought out another side of him that he thought he could never be.

That's why when he felt a change in the way he saw her dancing with a new guy than the one she was with earlier, it all made sense. She was his mate. He saw red as he practically flew to where they were. The fae males' hands that were roaming your bonds were ripped away from you and he dragged him away. Azriel pinned the man against the wall. People began to stare and talk in hushed whispers, appalled at the sight.

"Never touch my mate, again." He growled. He dug his fingers into the guy's neck.

"I-I didn't know." The man choked out.

"Well, now you do." He muttered, letting the man slump to the ground. He went over to where you were standing, eyes wide. His eyes softened while looking at you. He slowed as he got to you. "Can we talk?"

You nodded your head and began to walk toward an empty hall.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." He kept his voice low but soft. He was afraid, you would want to run away.

"You didn't." You stood there staring at him. You tried to figure him out, to no avail. His face was always stoic. "I- I thought you'd reject me and now I don't know what to do." You confessed.

"You knew?" He tried to recall if you had acted any differently. His shadows had felt the change in your demeanor and set out in whispers when you were rushing him out. He brushed it off, he should've looked more into it. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel unwanted or rejected.

"Since yesterday morning." You confirmed. Your anxiety consumed you, you heard of the pain that came along with being rejected by your mate. Some have died from it. Little did you know Azriel was worrying about the same exact thing. Not thinking himself worthy enough of your affection. He allowed himself the pleasure of being in bed with you, assuming it was nothing more and he couldn't get hurt you or be hurt that way. It was a release from another pain you both had the displeasure of feeling.

"I want you to know it is an honor to have you as my mate." He took a step closer.

"Really? Honestly, I thought..." You shook your head. "Nevermind."

He looked confused but let it go, if you wanted to tell him you would. "Guess this means I have to go cook you something." You let out a laugh. He smiled an actual wide beautiful smile. Azriel grabbed your face and kissed you.

It was soon interrupted by a very drunk Mor who shouted, "Finally!"

Cassian was right behind her, "Mor! I forgot where the bathroom was, can y-" He paused looking between you and Azriel. "Oooh getting freaky in the hall, that's new. Hey Y/N if he isn't hitting it right, you know where to find me." He winked at you. Azriel gave him a murderous look, putting his arm in front of you. 'So he's gonna be one of those', you thought.

You couldn't wait till the second part of the mating process.

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feliix · 3 years

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Perfect Score ↠ Han Jisung

↠ Jisung x Reader (feat. Felix)

↠ Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Fake Dating!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers

↠ Rating: M (18+)

↠ Word Count: 14.9k

↠ Summary: As you return home to work at your local coffee shop, you’re swarmed with couples coming in on lovey-dovey on dates. You’ve always hated the idea of love, but it’s Jisung’s mission to make you change your mind in just two weeks time.

↠ Warnings: idiots 2 lovers, mutual pining, unprotected sex, fingering, soft sex, language, light mentions of marking, mentions of bad past relationships

“That's disgusting.”

You grimace in the most subtle way as you watch the man across the shop press a gentle kiss on the cheek of the woman next to him. For some reason your shop is packed with couples this evening. Not that you’ve been counting, but they’re probably the 50th overly lovey-dovey pair that you’ve seen this just this shift alone.

To say ‘love’ isn’t really your thing isn’t too far from the truth. Every time you’ve been burned by someone in the past has only made your hope about love deteriorate. Relationships suck. Already been there, done that, and you don’t plan on doing it again.

You’ve always stuck by the same theory; relationships either lead to heartbreak or marriage. And even still, marriage may still end in heartbreak, so what’s the point?

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jisung laughs, pulling you out of your thoughts as he rounds the corner. He’s just in time to catch your snide remark, surely it won’t be the last one you’ll make tonight though. He had just run to the back to get you a fresh package of cups after using up all the stock in the front.

Tonight is busy to say the least. The sun has already set, and it’s the afternoon rush when everyone comes in for their second daily dose of caffeine. And it’s definitely necessary – especially on a day as hot and exhausting as this one. It’s the third day that its been over 100º in a row and the humidity is doing a real number to your hair.

“It’s not dramatic,” you sigh, leaning on the counter behind you as Jisung maneuvers around you, placing the cups on the shelf underneath. In your mind it absolutely isnt. Its a mystery why all these people need to publicly display their affection in a coffee shop anyway...

It’s just the two of you on the schedule tonight. Your boss has always been kind of an asshole, just leaving 2 kids in their early twenties to run the shop by themselves while he went off to do god knows what. There's always been an aching suspicion that he just goes to the bar across the street, since his car is still parked behind the shop but he’s always nowhere to be found. That’s okay though, it's better than him looming over your shoulder and criticizing your technique the whole shift.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Jisung shakes his head.

In stark contrast to yourself, Han Jisung is quite the hopeless romantic. So much so that he tends to search for love in all the wrong places. Maybe a better way to describe it is that Jisung has a series of flings. He’s not shy to test the waters of any girl he comes across – and there are many, many waters that he’s tested. Lucky you gets to hear all about each one, being his friend and all.

But to your good friend’s demise, his ‘relationships’ never end up working out for very long. Theres always some kind of fatal flaw that’s a means to an end. Whether it was Jisung’s fault or the girls, it’s always confused you why he could never hold onto something longer than a couple months. Jisung is a great guy, it didn’t make sense.

So great that you have been best friends with him for as long as you could remember. It all started that time in pre-k, where you poured a shovel of sand on his head in the sandbox. Initially, it did make him cry, but he got over it eventually. Ever since, he’s been right by your side, sandy hair and all.

“How much longer,” your eyes roll back in your head, neglecting to look at the watch on your wrist in fear that your shift has a significant amount of time left. The night has been dragging on since you stepped foot in the door and heard the little jingle as it opened. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d only made it through half your shift thus far.

“Just under an hour. Want to start the closing checklist so we can get outta here?” Jisung offers, reaching for the rag and sanitation bucket at the end of the counter.

Nodding your head, you follow his plan – beginning your mission to clean like a speed demon so you can leave no later than at 8 o’clock on the dot.

Luckily, closing tonight goes as smoothly as it possibly can. You and Jisung are ready to get out of there at 8 on the dot, thanks to your determination to mop like a mad woman and stock the front as fast as humanly possible.

The air outside feels crisper than usual. Maybe its because you’ve been locked up in a small room that smells like coffee beans for 10 hours, but you’ll never get enough of the night air.

“So what are we doing tonight?”Jisung asks, his fingers adjusting the headband that sits just above his forehead.

“I was planning on going home and getting some rest…” you trail off, avoiding eye contact with him. Jisung always goes out after your weekend shifts and never lets up on convincing you to tag along. So you can’t look at him, his eyes are much too convincing make contact with, and you are beyond exhausted from working a double today.

“Gah you’re so boring,” he teases, stopping in his tracks in the center of the parking lot to ruffle the hair on top of your head, “it was an early night we should do something.”

With a deep sigh, you stop as well, smoothing down your hair as a pout forms on your lips. The suggestive smirk settling across Jisung’s face is telling; he knows he’s about to get his way before you have the chance to turn him down or fish for another excuse. So you tilt your head, subtly rolling your eyes as you wait for him to explain what his big plans for tonight are.

“I’ll be at your house by 9.”

Accepting defeat, you shoot him a thumbs up before turning to get into your car. Asking any more questions would take away any time you had to wash up – and smelling like coffee beans any longer is going to drive you up a wall since it hasn't already.

It doesn’t take much time for you to rush home and get ready, and before you know it Jisung is there to pick you up. Only a few minutes late, but that’s just par for the course and right on time in Jisung terms.

The car ride to your destination feels like a blur with how exhausted you are. So when you end up at your favorite boba spot, you immediately perk up. Those tapioca pearls always manage to give you a second wind.

But when Jisung decides to take a seat at one of the round tables just outside the shop instead of getting back in the car you know somethings up. You were expecting to hop back in the passenger seat of his car, maybe listen to some music for a while and drive around to kill time.

Initially he doesn’t say much. His legs just bounce hyperactively while he fidgits with the straw of his drink. It’s almost like he’s waiting for you to speak up; his eyes staring down at the cup in front of him instead of sipping from it, lip caught between his teeth.

The energy is off. Not only did you expect to hang out and do something adventurous like Jisung normally would, but now you’re watching his cheeks grow red while avoiding conversation.

Awkward silence becoming too much to bear, you take matters into your own hands. “So how are things going with that girl?”

“Oh yeah,” he sighs, his fingertips drumming along the surface of the table, “she didn’t really work out.”

Unsurprised by his response, you just nod along. Its always to expect since he’s the pickiest person you’ve ever met. His last relationship ended because he thought the girl breathed too loudly. The girl before that had an annoying laugh, and then the one before that didn’t like cheesecake. There always seems to be a laundry list of deal-breakers tied along to each one of Jisung’s relationships, and that is something you’ll always expect.

“You’re probably better off.”

You don’t think much of the words before they leave your lips. Relationships are a ton of work, and you’ve never understood the point of to putting all your effort into something like that. There is a way to just be happy on your own, you know.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” his eyebrows furrowing in response, hands gripping his thighs in anticipation

“You know what I think,” you tilt your heat matter-of-factly, “relationships are kind of just a waste of time.”

“What is with you and all this ‘anti-love’ stuff anyway, Y/N?”

Now thats a response that you are not prepared for. The question catches you off guard, a boba bubble almost catching in your throat leaving you a coughing mess. Jisung chuckles at your discomfort, waiting patiently for you to get it all out and just answer his question, as uncomfortable as it is.

“I’ve wasted too much time with too many dead-beat guys to even think about love,” you sigh again, your coughing fit subsiding as you reach for your cup once again.

“Not every guy is a dead-beat.”

His words carry a harsh bite to them, almost as if he finds you’ve said offensive. It burns his ego a bit, assuming that you’re grouping him in with all the guys you’ve been with in the past. Which is strange, Jisung should know that he’s different. For one, you’ve never dated him before and two, if he was such a dead-beat you wouldn’t have kept him around for so long.

You aren’t able to talk to guys, or most people for that matter, in the same way that you talk to Jisung. He’s the one you rant about all the assholes to. He knows all the shit that you don’t tell anyone else, he’s like your own personal human diary. Secrets are always safe with him, it's not like he has anyone who would listen to the gossip even if he wanted to tell.

After a minute of silence his expression changes, Jisung’s eyes squinting at you in that ‘I have a crazy idea’ type of way. It’s a look that you haven’t seen very often, and you can’t say that you’ll ever get used to it.

“Okay then I’ll make you a deal,” he proposes, a glimmering look in his eye that made you somewhat nervous. You never know what you are getting with Jisung, but most of the time his ‘deals’ are on the crazier side.

“What is it?” You still ask although you’re a bit nervous to hear his answer. If his plan is to set you up with one of his delinquent friends or something–

“Be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes widen as the words fall from his tongue, confusion taking over your expression as a small chuckle slips past his lips. Instinctively your stomach tightens, the air around you now feeling a bit heaver each second time ticks on. He can't be serious…

“Your what?”

“Two weeks is all I’m asking for. Be my girlfriend for just two weeks, and I’ll show you that love isn’t as shitty as you think it is.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me” you shake your head, a disbelieving smile stretching wide across your face.

“C’mon Y/N,” he challenges, “it’s two weeks of your life, what else do you have to do? I think it could be fun.”

The quirk of his eyebrow and quick squint of his eyes grabs your attention. He’s serious about this, scarily serious, and you aren’t quite sure how to react to that.

“What’s in it for you?” Your chin falls into your palm as you stare at him, waiting for his response.

“Well for one,” he starts, a sigh leaving his lips, “if it works then I won’t have to listen to you complain about how much relationships suck anymore.”

Just when you don't think you can roll your eyes any further into the back of your head, your own actions surprise you. If looks could kill, the one you’re giving him right now would surely take him out. He doesn’t pay much mind to it though, he’s used to your sass and just shrugs it off.

“This is an awful idea,” you glare at him as if it will change his mind. You’re certain this experiment of his would not change your own. Love sucked, and that was that.

“Two weeks,” his voice carries a taunting tone, his eyebrows wiggling to entice you into his plan. He isn’t going to give up on this easily, you know Jisung. And Jisung always gets his way.

“Fine,” you huff, “two weeks and that’s it. And if my mind isn’t changed you owe me 3 more of these,” you say, picking up your boba from the table and shaking it at eye-level for emphasis.

His bottom lip catches between his teeth, satisfied with your response. He isn’t exactly sure how he’ll manage to pull this off, but he’s definitely up for the challenge.

“We start tomorrow at 8, I’ll pick you up after work.”

Crossing your arms over the table, you bury your head in your arms. This is going to be the most interesting two weeks of your entire life.

“Wait, you're like dating dating the Han Jisung?” Felix’s jaw drops, excitement prevalent on his face as you spill about your night with Jisung.

Felix is the only person in your life that understood your hatred for relationships, other than Jisung of course. Not that he shares the hatred himself, he’s just heard enough about how much you despise being in one to know just how you felt. He’s only heard about it every day for the past several summers.

Felix is your best friend, other than Jisung of course. He’s also the only person in this world that you could bear to work with on a Saturday morning.

“That's the plan,” you sigh fiddling with the containers on the counter. It’s pretty slow for a Saturday morning, only a handful of customers have come in so far and it's already 11 am.

That’s the thing about working at a coffee shop – and it sucks when it's busy, and it sucks even more when it's slow. At least it isn't a terrible job, you at least have Jisung and Felix to keep you company and that's always worthwhile.

“And for the record,” you turn to look at Felix, a grin still evident on his face, “I don’t think this is gonna change my mind about the love stuff.”

“You know how Jisung is,” his eyebrow lifts, “so you never know. Maybe something could happen.”

If anyone was surprised that you were dating someone, fake relationship or not, it would be Felix. On top of that, you’re dating Han Jisung. As in, the same Jisung that ended a 3-month relationship last year because the girl ‘smelled too much like peaches’ and it was ‘too good to be true.’ And now that you’re the one stuck with him for the next 14 days, it is only a matter of time until he finds the deal-breaking trait that turns him away from you.

“Okay no, that's exactly why this is only two weeks. If I know Jisung, he’ll be over it before the 2 weeks even ends.”

“Whatever you say,” the pitch of his voice is raised teasingly. You can tell he doesn’t believe this will be just a ‘two-week thing’ by the funny little look on his face. You hate that look, and you hate how Felix always seems to be right.

Subsequently Felix sees a lot of things that you aren’t able to see for yourself. You’ve grown up with Jisung, grown accustomed to his unique mannerisms and behaviors without even noticing. Felix, on the other hand, has a different point of view.

He’s not in it like you are, so gets to see the way Jisung looks at you; the way he hangs on each and every word that leaves your mouth with a sparkle in his eye. He notices that Jisung longs to make you laugh. And he watches the toothy grin each that grows on your face each time a chuckle breaks through your lips. Felix notices every behavior that you see as nothing more than ‘friendly.’ But who is he to say? So, for now, the information remains tucked away and stored in his mind for a later date.

Your fingers drum on the clean marble countertop beside you, leaning against it as you wait for a customer to come in. All this time with nothing to do is really doing wonders for your imagination; thinking about what Jisung has planned for the two of you to do tonight. Nothing special, you hope, he really doesn’t need to go all out for this.

The lack of customers and silence that's fallen among the shop is just making it easier for your mind to wander off. It was beginning to make you sick how much you were thinking about Jisung and nothing has even happened yet. It's not like you have any reason to be nervous, but keeping all these thoughts trapped in your thick skull is starting to give you a headache

“He’s picking me up after work.” You blurt it out without thinking much about it. No one is here, you might as well lay it all out there for Felix to know since there's nothing better to do.

“He’s picking you up? Like you’re going on a date?”

“Shut upppp,” your eyes roll at his teasing nature, growing slightly embarrassed by how giddy the thought of this ‘date’ is making him, and you for that matter. It’s just Jisung. And you are just hanging out like you do every other night. There's nothing different about tonight and you’ll be able to prove that to yourself and Felix by the next time you see him.

The rest of you shift flies by – it always does when you work with Felix. Before you know it, the closing checklist is coming to an end, only a few steps left before you can finally get out of here. The clock had just turned to 7:55 pm, but Jisung still isn’t here. Not that you’re expecting him to be on time or anything, this is still the same Jisung you have always known.

What you aren’t familiar with is the nervous butterflies fluttering around in your tummy as the clock approaches 8 pm. What are you even nervous about? It isn’t a blind date, other than the fact that you have no idea what you’re doing. And it isn’t even a date. It’s Jisung for crying out loud.

Speaking of the devil, the chimes in the front of the shop ring as Jisung passes through the doorway. You don’t see who it is at first, your back turns to the door as you sweep behind the counter. The chimes ringing at this time of night do trigger your fight or flight instincts though, ready to turn to whoever is approaching and give them a dirty look for coming in this close to closing time.

But once you turn around and see Jisung standing in the doorway with a bouquet of sunflowers, your tension quickly subsides. You swear that you can feel your heart skip a beat, heat rising to your cheeks as you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. It's okay that you aren’t able to, though, the surprised look on your face is enough for his smile to light up the room.

“I’m here to pick up the pretty girl with the espresso stain on her shirt,” he chuckles, his bottom lip catching between his teeth nervously.

Tonight he’s dressed a lot nicer than usual comfy attire; a nice shirt with a pair of dark jeans that hug his slim figure. His hair is a lot lighter too – a vast change from the midnight black strands that normally frame his face. He’s really going all out for this thing – and right now all that you’re wearing a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt with coffee stains down the front.

When you look to your right, Felix is just as stunned as you are. Frozen in his spot as his jaw practically sweeps the floor, he looks at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised as a smug expression crosses his face. For a second you contemplate asking him if he’s all set to finish the closing checklist on his own, but before you’re able to speak up he’s already shooing the two of you out the door.

With a goofy grin displayed across his face, Jisung hands you the bundle of flowers, tied together with a delicate white ribbon. You mumble a thank you, still stunned that he showed up here looking like that to take you out tonight. So he is the romantic type, note taken.

“You like nice,” you gulp nervously. It already feels like a date and you haven’t even left the parking lot yet. If this is how things are going to start you had an exciting 13 more days ahead of you...

“So do you,” he smirks, his eyes wandering down to the small brown stains littering your shirt. Eyes narrowing, you read the expression crossing his face – of course, he’s joking. “I brought you some fresh clothes to change into don’t worry.”

Relief rushes through your body as the words leave his lips, followed by a slight pull on your heart strings. Knowing he took the time to think about bringing you something else to wear so you didn’t have to sit in your coffee scented clothes all night made you feel warm in the strangest way. He’s thoughtful, and it's weirding you out – but in a good way.

“So, where are we even going?”

“You’ll see.”

A vague yet interesting, and very on-brand response from Jisung. He’s always been a fan of surprises – as long as he’s not on the receiving end.

The drive to your destination drags on forever. You aren’t quite sure how long you’ve been on your way; between your agile back seat changing of clothes, which you are surprisingly skilled at, and the anticipation coursing through your veins, you’ve lost track of time. All you know is that you’ve been driving along the backroads of your area for at least 15 minutes, and there is nothing around you to indicate that your destination is near.

“This is it.” The car pulls into a small dirt parking lot, dimly lit by some dingy street lights that aren’t doing a very good job at their primary function. It's pretty hard to see what’s around you, no matter how hard you squint and press your forehead to the window to get a better look.

“Where are we?” The question leaves your lips in a worried fashion. Trees surround the parking lot on all three-sides, while the road you've pulled in from occupies the fourth-side. You’re hesitant to get out of the car, but as Jisung rounds the front and opens the door for you, you’re on your way out. He motions for you to hold on as he pops the trunk – returning with a blanket and a reusable shopping bag filled with god knows what.

He still hasn’t given an answer to your question though, and you still aren’t quite sure where you are. If It was lighter out you assume it would be beautiful here, all the greenery dark and shadows hovering over you from the trees.

The bright light from his cell phone flashlight lights up the way, a path on your right

“Hell no,” your arms cross over your chest as you stand still in your place. He’s out of his mind if he thinks you’re going into the woods this late at night. You’ve seen enough horror films, stuff like this never ends well.

“C’mon, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Jisung laughs at your pouting manner, amusement filling his system as you glue your feet to the ground of the parking lot. His puppy dog eyes plead for you to follow him, a hand outreaching in your direction for the taking. You contemplate it for a moment, your eyes narrowing as you ponder the possible outcomes of the situation before you.

“Fine,” you huff as you take his hand in yours.

His hand feels different in yours this time. His long fingers lacing between your smaller ones in the perfect fit that you’ve neglected to notice before. You’ve held his hand before, platonically though. This time it’s platonic too though, right? It’s just a date. A platonic date between two friends. Two friends who are dating on a two week trial period. So yes, it is strictly platonic. Right?

The dirt path doesn’t drag on for too long, but the sounds of bugs ticking and twigs breaking beneath your feet is enough to startle you. Every scared and breathy gasp that leaves your mouth is followed by a small fit of laughter from Jisung. At least one of you is amused.

But the dirt path soon turns rocky, a clearing becoming more and more noticeable as Jisung’s flashlight brightens the way ahead of you. The rows of trees come to an end as the ground flattens, a giant slab of rock lying beneath your feet. Out ahead of you is completely dark, and until you approach the darkness you don’t notice that you’re just a few yards away from the edge of a cliff. A river lies below the edge, the sound of water rushing fills your ears and calms your nerves. It is quiet out here, peaceful and without distraction.

Jisung stands back as you admire the scenery around you – your own phone flashlight now out and panning around to look at the view. It’s beautiful out here, nothing to worry about but the sounds of the water and whatever Jisung is doing behind you…

You couldn’t have zoned out for more than 2 minutes, but once you turn back around to face him a picnic blanket lies on the ground before you. Snacks scatter the extent of the fabric, a few candles placed in the center

“You really went all out for this, huh?” A nervous laugh leaves your lips before you swallow harshly. Never in your life has a guy ever gone all out like this for you. A late-night picnic at a secret location, fixed with all of your favorite snacks and some candles for ambiance.

“Had to,” he smiles, “it’s our first date.”

You join him on the blanket, grabbing for a bag of popcorn as you sit down. Maybe relationships wouldn’t suck so much if all men treated you like this…

But it’s just Jisung. Jisung who already knows all your favorite things to eat. He’s just trying to be convincing – to prove to you that men take you on dates, do nice things. But stuff like this never lasts. Two weeks from now you’ll be going back to the same old Jisung and Y/N friendship that you’ve always had.

The conversation goes on as normal tonight, he doesn’t make any moves (as expected, it’s Jisung) and you enjoy the view and calm atmosphere with your fake but not so fake boyfriend. You stay out on the cliff for a few more hours before he takes you home. Jisung put a lot of effort into making tonight special, and you appreciate him for that. But even after all his effort, you know that real relationships aren’t like this.

Every guy you’ve dated would try to woo you over in the beginning too. They call it the honeymoon stage for a reason. Things are always great in the beginning, lavish gifts and dates, loving gestures. That kind of thing never lasts. Soon the effort runs out, the guy gets bored of putting the work in, and they end up sleeping with your freshman year roommate. Well, at least that's how it is for you.

The bundle of sunflowers Jisung gave to you earlier on in the night sits on the end table next to your bed. Each time you look at them all you can picture is the goofy grin he sported as he stood at the entrance of the coffee shop. It replays in your mind like a movie. How he dressed up all spiffy just to take you out. How he took you to a spot only he knew about, somewhere so off-site and serene that he knew you’d remain uninterrupted. You can’t help but wonder if he’s using the same old tricks on you that he does to other girls though. If he only knew about that place because he’s taken someone there before.

Not that it matters though, you aren’t his real girlfriend. You’re just on a trial period. But for some reason the thought that he might have brought another girl to the same spot before doesn’t sit well with you.

“Sooooo,” Felix teases, letting his chin fall into his palm as he leans on the counter before him, “how was your date with Y/N?”

Jisung chuckles at his nosiness, he’s sure you’ve already told Felix all about it. There are no secrets left between you two. Even sometimes Jisung felt like the odd man out when you’re all together.

“It was good.”

Jisung keeps his answer short, leaving the rest up to his imagination. He isn’t one to kiss and tell – or to not kiss and tell. Keeping his private life all to himself is something he takes pride in, things are just better that way.

“Just good?” Felix challenges, knowing there is much more that he’s leaving out. His eyes narrow as he waits for his response. You haven’t told him anything about last night, not even where you went after he picked you up. Things are radio silent on your end, which left Felix dying to know what actually happened on your ‘date that wasn't a real date.’

Jisung glances back at him, contemplating whether or not he should spill the beans. It would be kind of nice to have someone else to confide in. Especially since it's always you on the receiving end of his secrets; however, this may be the one secret that you don’t know of.

He chews on his bottom lip pensively, if anyone knows what’s on your mind, it would be Felix. Not that Jisung would ever want to pry, there's just no indication of how you feel about last night, or about him. Before Jisung can even open his mouth to speak, a knowing smirk is spread wide across Felix’s face. It’s that kind of look that makes him nervous – he knows something.

“You like her don’t you,” he muses, rubbing his hands together smooths as the words catch in the air. It’s out there now – and it’s obvious. Well, maybe not obvious, but it's clear as day to Felix – and that is more than enough to make Jisung worry.

“I don’t,” Jisung denies the other boy’s claim, his willpower too strong to give in.

“Oh yeah? So why do you self sabotage every one of your relationships then?”

The words catch Jisung off guard; his jaw clenching harshly as an annoyed breath is forced out of his nostrils. He wants to deny the claim once again, but he can’t bring himself to keep brushing off these feelings that have had a grip on him ever since he was young.

Felix is right too. He does sabotage each relationship that comes his way. Jisung goes out of his way to find something wrong with each girl he dates. He can never admit it to himself, but in the back of his mind, he knows that it's the fact that none of those girls are you. None of the girls he’s ever met could ever match up to all that you are. In his mind, you held the perfect score, and no one else had ever come close.

“It’s written all over your face every time you look at her you know.”

There's no way he’s that obvious... Did his feelings show that much whenever he was around you?

“What do you mean?” Jisung clarifies, the small once of hope bearing weight in his chest that Felix will follow up with a ‘just kidding’ or change the subject. Only the silence that falls on the room is enough of a response for Jisung to get the clue.

“Just please don’t tell her,” he avoids eye contact with the other boy, hand gripping harshly on the countertop as he stares down at the black and white checkered tile. “I just wanted to see if I could change her mind – about the love stuff, you know?”

The second you find out about Jisung’s feelings all bets would be off. There’s no way you’d let your little arrangement continue, not if either of you could end up hurt. And he knows you only agreed to this because there is nothing between you romantically, it was a deal between two friends. The second feelings get involved, everything gets all mushy and confusing, and Jisung can’t lose you.

Felix bears his weight on the counter behind him, leaning comfortably on the cool glass. “Believe me, I want her to be done with that ‘I hate love thing’ just as much as you do,” he sighs, looking around momentarily before he clears his throat. “Want me to be honest?”

“Please.”

“I think you might be the only one who can change her mind.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat once the words leave Felix’s mouth. Blood rushes to his ears, pumping like a snare drum as he considers his thoughts. His stomach begins to twist as he considers it, almost confused about what Felix means, but not willing to accept it. You only agreed to fake-date him, you still hate love.

A comfortable silence fills the air, Felix watching him as his lips roll between his teeth, deep in thought. Change your mind. The words repeat in Jisungs head like a broken record. That’s what he’s trying to do, all for the right reasons of course. So that you don’t have to be so miserable about it anymore.

But behind those selfless reasons are several smaller, selfish ones. He gets to be with you as more than a friend now, and although it’s nothing more than some kind of test run, he can’t help but feel like this can be something more too. It’d be crazy to ignore the feeling he has deep in his chest, and maybe it's a sign not to.

“Like you think…” Jisung gulps, clearing his throat as the words stutter out of his mouth, “I could get her to fall for me?”

The lack of response that Felix gives is ominous, but the raise of his eyebrows and toothy grin forming on his face needs no words to tell.

If anyone is to change your mind, it’ll be Jisung.

That night Jisung took you to the drive-in movies. To be quite honest, you couldn’t really recall what was playing, some Pixar film with bugs as the main character if you could remember it correctly. You were far too distracted laughing with Jisung, watching as young kids played around on a grassy patch near his car. The giggles that left his lips each time the little girl waved to him were music to your ears. You never noticed how much he loved kids, how good he was with them.

The image of his hands clasped together as he fawned over the little girl, picking dandelions in the grass and racing to place them by your feet was burned into your memory. The boxy grin that graced his face all night long. The way his eyes squinted from his cheeks, pushing up as he smiled so big. The whispers of the word ‘cute’ each time her pigtails bounced while she toddled away.

Missing the movie doesn't disappoint you. If anything, the memories you've saved from tonight are more than enough.

The next night you were unable to go out, the shop was so busy that you were not able to leave until an hour and a half after your shift was supposed to end. Some punk kid dropped a cup of iced coffee on the floor on his way out and decided it would be best to leave it there without cleaning anything up or letting you know. Maybe if it hadn’t been so busy then you would have noticed the spill before it dried up and there were coffee stains stuck to the tile floors.

Naturally, you spent a good 15 minutes trying to mop up all the stickiness on the floor. But to your luck, Jisung is working with you that night. Once all the customers left the shop he hooked his phone up to the speakers, grabbed your hands, and danced you around the shop. Well, it was supposed to be dancing but it probably looked more like Jisung swinging your arms as you attempted to not trip over your own feet.

It makes up for not getting to go out though, and you’d take a night like that over a fancy dinner any chance you got.

It’s been 12 days since you became Jisung‘s girlfriend, and as the remaining days decreased, so did your hatred for love. Each night he planned something special. The real kicker was the texts that you get once he makes it home from dropping you off every night. A simple ‘I had a great time tonight’ was enough to make your heart swell and heat rise to your cheeks.

And as you notice your hatred for love and relationships leaving you, you notice another feeling enter your system. Or several feelings…

Things are getting just as sticky as the night when two frappuccinos splattered all over the shop floor, whipped cream and all. Spending time with Jisung like this is bringing some things to the surface you didn’t know were buried in the first place.

Every night that you spent with Jisung over the past 12 days allowed you to see him in a new light. You got to see him on a different level than just friends. You got to see what every girl that fawns over Jisung experiences.

Something about your friendship never let you jump past that barrier. You only see him as a dear friend of yours. Nothing more and nothing less. And now the issue is that...you aren’t sure how you’ll ever go back to see him as such.

You like Jisung as more than a friend, that's for sure. And you know because of that things will never be able to go back to the way they once were.

Maybe you're reading too much into it, but your gut is telling you that you aren't the only one feeling this way.

The feeling of butterflies that pound in your stomach each time you meet eyes with him has to be reciprocated. There is just no way you can be feeling this way and he isn’t.

This isn’t like the feelings you’ve caught for any guy before, this is something else. Every night when you go home you lay in bed, staring at your ceiling with a dumb grin on your face as you think about your time together, about him. About the way his black curly hair falls in front of his eyes each time he looks down and how his smile lights up every room he was in.

These things that you were so blind to before can’t escape your thoughts, and it makes you wonder how many times or things you’ve looked over that make you melt, just like you are right now.

But in just 2 days, this trial-boyfriend period will be over, and you’ll have to go back to being just friends. Each day, each hour, each minute that approaches feels heavier and heavier. Anxiety floods your system each time you think about things being over, or that this arrangement you have isn’t even real.

When you think about the growing feelings you have for him, you honestly can't imagine what your life will be like any other way. What it would be like going back to just hanging out here and there. And what it would be like

You can’t even fathom thinking about what it would be like hearing him talk about another girl again. It makes you sick thinking that there's going to be someone after you, because in just 5 days this will be all over, and you’ll go back to being the girl best friend, nothing more.

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking that Jisung has more feelings for you too. But the glimmer in his eyes as his bangs brush out of his eyes and they land on you tells a different story. When he looks at you it feels like you are the only two people on earth. He sees nothing else but you, and the way your eyes sparkle back at him.

Each day you spend with Jisung after that feels like a wrench tightening the screws of your heart. 14 days is just not enough.

“Earth to Y/N,” Felix says waving a hand in your face.

You must have zoned out, for god knows how long.

“Thinking about Jisung?”

“What?” you immediately straighten your posture and brush yourself off before responding, “N-no…I’m just thinking.”

“Right,” the sarcasm drips from his lips, not sparing you any time to save yourself as he turns away, beginning to wipe off the tables in the front.

For personal reasons, you’ve kept Felix out of the loop during this whole “fake-boyfriend Jisung” thing. It’s better if you keep your feelings to yourself until you figure them out. And although it feels really really strange not giving Felix the intel on what’s going on in your life, you know it’s for your own good.

Once you put what is in your head out into the world, you can’t take it back. And what if all these things that you’re feeling is just a part of the honeymoon-phase. If that even existed anyway… But if all these feelings for Jisung are due to him trying to woo you and change your mind, everything will just fade away as things return back to normal. And then you’ll be left loving him in silence while you watch him blow through relationships like a leaf blows through the wind.

Something in you tells you that this isn't the case, but the small shadow of doubt in the back of your mind keeps you from talking to your best friend about it anyway.

The thing is, you don't have to tell Felix for him to know. Every time Jisung picks you up from work to take you out you shine. Your smile spreads so wide he’s afraid your cheeks will tear. The nervous shake of your fingers as you grab for your belongings as you head out the door doesn’t go unnoticed in Felix’s eyes. He knows you too well to look over things like this, he just wanted to wait for you to say something first.

But now that you aren’t, Felix has decided to take matters into his own hands, asking you about it himself.

“Felix,” you start, waiting for his attention before you pull out a stool, sitting down and motioning for him to follow suit. Quickly he does, a questioning but knowing look evident on his face as the stool squeaks under him. “You know how this thing between Jisung and I is just an experiment or whatever?”

He nods in response, his hand quickly falling into his palm as he listens intently to your words.

“I think I messed up.” Your head is buried in your arms, laid over the tabletop in embarrassment.

“What do you mean?”

His question is more for clarification, he wants to hear you say it yourself. Felix knows that you’re gonna tell him that you’ve already caught feelings. He sees it coming from a mile away, you confirming it is just the icing on the cake.

“Don’t make me say it,” you whine, neglecting to pick your head up and look at him. You can feel the grin on his face. You know he's smirking at you right now, doing his best to hold back a laugh. Finally, you over the ‘I hate love and relationships suck’ thing.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” he sings, quite obviously teasing you while another deep sigh echoes from your chest. You manage to pick your head up, leaning onto your elbows with your chin caught between your palms as you face him.

“I like him.”

It comes out as a whisper, but Felix hears it loud and clear. If you didn’t know better, you’d assume that the smile on his face can't grow any larger, but it does. He jumps up from his chair in victory, doing a funny dance with his arms whooping in the air to celebrate. You’re confused as to why, but you’re too far in your own thoughts to pay it any mind; your head just sinks back into your arms as your forehead presses against the cold metal table beneath you.

“I knew it,” Felix smiles, his happy dance subsiding as he positions himself back down across from you. “I knew this fake dating thing was gonna work.

“Yeah well it really worked, because now I have feelings for a guy that’s never gonna reciprocate them for me.” Your tone is laced with sarcasm, a disappointing ring sounding off on each of your words. You’re too embarrassed to look at the boy sitting before you, worried that if you do all the emotions you’ve been holding onto for so long will spill over and stain your stone-cold image; one you’ve maintained for far too long.

But Felix is your best friend. The only one that you should be comfortable being vulnerable about your feelings for Jisung with; for some reason all you can’t bring yourself to be. Before you can get a grip on your emotions tears are streaming down your face and falling onto the cold metal surface under you in small puddles.

A sympathetic sigh leaves Felix’s lips as he tries to gain your attention, “Hey.”

Inhaling deeply, you face him – mascara strewn across your face in black streaks and eyes nearly bloodshot. You’ve held this in for far too long. Only a double would tire you out and exhaust you enough to cry on the clock. Thank god it’s a rainy day, no customers ever come in on rainy days.

Or at least, no customers usually come in on rainy days. It's not until you hear the bells on the front door ring that you’re wiping your eyes, whipping around to greet whoever was entering.

And then you see him, standing there as he shakes out his umbrella, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

And he sees you; mascara running down your face and tears staining your cheeks. He’s early. Your stomach turns at the sight of him, emotions not stable enough to handle carry a normal conversation like

“Y/N,” his voice is quiet, worry dripping in his tone as your name leaves his lips. But you can’t face him right now, not like this.

Your feet move faster than you mind, standing up and rushing to the back to avoid him. Jisung doesn’t follow you, just stands there and watches you walk away, solemn and worried that he’s done something.

It’s not until Felix is rising from his seat and pacing over to him that he’s brought back to reality.

“Jisung...” he starts, hands coming up slowly to console him, “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here right now.”

“Wh-what’s wrong?” His lip worries between his teeth, eyes glossy as he stares at the door you just closed behind you. He’s looking at it intently, mind flooding with worry, wishing so badly that the door will just fly open, and you’ll tell him what was going on. In the back of his mind, he knows that you won’t, at least not for now. Talking about emotions has never been your strong suit, and chances of that changing at this moment are at an all-time low.

Felix is unsure how to answer him, caught in between not wanting to lie and keeping your feelings private. He can’t speak for you; but he’s scared that saying nothing could just make this whole situation worse.

His mouth gapes as he searches for a response to his question, lips opening and closing while he hums to himself.

The umbrella hanging from Jisung’s hand drops with a crash, starling Felix as he jumps at the sudden sound. But before he is even able to speak, the bell to the front door is ringing again, and Jisung is walking away into the pouring rain.

The next day you wake up feeling numb. You’ve received several texts from Jisung the night before, none of which you have the energy to reply to or even look at for that matter.

The guilt riddling your body has become too much for you to handle. You left work last night without even saying goodbye to Felix. He’s a good enough friend and coworker to know that what you’re going through is more important than working the counter at an coffee shop.

After Jisung left, Felix came back and let you know; he almost had to break down the door to the backroom in order for you to let him in. He told you to go home, get some rest and that you’d talk tomorrow.

But after waking up the last thing you want to do is talk about Jisung, it hurts enough just thinking about him.

Every time you thought about how your arrangement was supposed to end in just a few days you felt sick. You have worked so hard to open up just to build your walls back up again. And now you’re back at square one.

When you agreed to be Jisung’s girlfriend you did not expect to fall for him like this. He’s Jisung for god’s sake. He’s your personal diary, he’s the one who knows all the shit that nobody else does. And he’s the only one that listens to all the dumb shit you have to say that no one else cares about.

Feelings ruin everything. Love sucks, and you knew this before you agreed. You agreed under the circumstances that Jisung could show you that relationships could be fun; not under the circumstances that he would make you fall in love with him,

And the more that you think about it, maybe you were always in love with him. Maybe you always had these feelings for him, but they were trapped in the tight bonds of friendship that your subconscious never let you out.

But none of that even mattered now. The deal had to be off, and you need to distance yourself from Jisung before you are hurt any worse. The longer this goes on the worse that you are going to feel when it's all over.

How are you supposed to go back to normal after this? Like is Jisung thinking that showing you how amazing relationships are, you won't fall for him or something? Or does his true plan consist of making you fall in love with him, just to string you along like every other girl he's dated?

You’re trapped in the never-ending spiraling thoughts, soiling your image of Jisung with each new theory that crosses your mind. None of them are good. All of them paint him as a player, as someone who just used you.

But the little thump in your heart when you notice the sunflowers placed on your bedside table wants your mind to change. Your heart wants you to believe that Jisung feels something too, that throughout this arrangement he has seen a different side to you too – that he’s fallen for you just like you have for him.

It's a knock at your door that guides you out of your thoughts. The repetitive tapping at your front door that drags you out of bed. And when you check your peephole and it's no one else, but your small blonde best friend standing on your doorstep that has relief rushing through your system.

The door cracks open, Felix standing there with an umbrella in his hand – even though it was nearly 100º with clear skies.

“Why are you still in your pajamas? It's noon.”

Suddenly, he pushes past you and invites himself into to your living room. Plopping down on your couch, Felix makes himself comfortable as he waits for you to join. You spin on your heels, an exhausted breath leaving your mouth as you pace over to him, plopping down on the next cushion over.

“Why the umbrella?” Your brow furrows as he hands it over. You take it though, still confused behind the meaning of the object that you're holding and where it came from.

“It’s Jisung’s.”

You nearly drop it as his name leaves his lips. The name causes your stomach to tighten, mouth-drying instantly as emotions well behind your eyes.

“Why?” Is all you can mutter out. Why was he giving it to you, why is he here, and why did he have it?

“You need to bring it back to him.” He says sternly, his eyes locked on you as he waits for you to look back at him. But you’re too focused on the umbrella placed gently in your hands, tracing your finger over every wire and the soft rubber handle.

“I can’t.” Your words come out in a whisper, breath light and airy as you sigh, sinking your body back into the couch cushions. Giving the umbrella back to Jisung will mean that you have to go see him. And if you see him, he’s going to want to talk to you about last night, then question you about why you haven’t been returning his texts. No. You will not be giving Jisung his umbrella back.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his mouth gently, a sigh following it before he reaches for you, rubbing your arm comfortingly before continuing, “I think you need to talk to him.”

“Felix you know I can’t do that.”

You’re serious in your words. Not that you don’t want to talk to Jisung. You most definitely want to – and if you could, you would. But you can’t. There are too many emotions involved. The wound is fresh and seeing him would be rubbing salt right into it.

“Y/N,” he sighs, this time more forceful, like he’s trying to get something across to you but it's going right over your head. “Talk to him. Please.”

“You know I’m going to end up hurt if I do.” Tears well in your eyes as the words croak from your throat. It's dry and scratchy, full of fear and anxiety.

“I think you’d be surprised,” he mumbles, his eyes instantly widening on realizing the words that just escaped. Eyes wide with confusion, you’re begging him to go on, but if he does then Jisung won’t be the only one in deep shit right now. It's not up to Felix to tell you what he knows this time.

“What do you mean I’ll be surprised?”

“I have to go,” he stands instantly, motioning to the umbrella, “and you need to bring this back.”

With a slight ruffle to your hair, Felix is giving you a supporting smile and waving goodbye. And you’re left alone once again – just you and Jisung’s blue umbrella.

It takes a lot of courage to get ready today. You make sure to take your sweet time rummaging through your closet, flipping through articles of clothing for the better half of an hour. At the end, you opt to go with a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt. There isn't enough energy in your body to put on anything else, and you know you’ll just want to curl back up in bed once you get home. Sweatpants are safe, and safe is just what you need.

No makeup today either. If things are anything like you’re expecting, your makeup will just end up ruined anyway. It's your better judgment to shower though, you’ve neglected to take one after work last night; opting to just bury yourself under your covers as soon as you got back. But today is a new day. And with a fresh shower and your comfiest pair of sweatpants, you are about as ready as you’ll ever be to get your heart broken into a billion pieces.

Umbrella in hand, you step out onto your front steps, relishing in your last few moments of ignorant bliss before making your way to Jisung’s. You immediately regret your wardrobe decision as the sun beats down on your frame, the humidity making you feel sticky and gross – your favorite pants are no match for this heat.

But you’re on your way to your destination anyway, the drive feeling longer and more drawn out than normal. Jisung didn’t live that far away from you, but the ride there still felt like an eternity with each theoretical scenario passing your mind.

Dragging your feet, you make your way to the front steps of his house. You’ve been here a million times, but today is different. From now on, every time you drive past this place all you’ll know is heartache.

You brush yourself off, taking a deep breath before bringing your hand up and pushing the doorbell. The sudden ringing sound startles you, even though you have every indication that it’s coming – you’re just too nervous and jumpy for your own good.

Footsteps approach the door, your stomach tightening more and more with the muffled pitter-patter of footsteps. You’re praying to God that it’s his mom, hoping that Jisung just so happens to be out – even though his car is in plain sight parked just a few meters away from you. Wishful thinking, you suppose.

When the door to his house opens, you struggle to maintain your composure. He’s dressed similarly to you; a pair of sweats and an old sports t-shirt that has definitely seen better days.

“Hi.”

His eyes are sunken in, dark circles dragging underneath his eyes and his lips pulled downwards. He looks like a sad puppy, his dark hair all scruffy and sticking up in each direction – probably from him running his hands through it so many times.

“I came to give you this,” you extend the umbrella out before you. He nods before taking hold of it, his hand far at the opposite end making sure not to keep his distance. The more you look at him, the more sorry you feel for dodging his texts. He looks like he hasn’t slept a wink, and you’re afraid it’s all because of you.

“Oh...uh, thanks,” he struggles to make eye contact with you, looking down at the object in his hand.

It’s awkward, uncomfortable, and you can’t seem to find the words to say to break this strange tension between the two of you. He’s acting weird, shifting his weight back and forth but not moving away to close the door. His mind is racing once again – contemplating whether or not to just invite you in or leave it at that.

But with every aching bone in his body, he musters up the courage to lift his head, looking you directly in the eyes. Their dark like his, definitely from the lack of sleep you had the night before. Your mouth is turned downward too; hands fiddling together to try and distract yourself.

“D-Do you wanna come in?” He stutters, stepping aside slowly as he gestures towards his house. He suddenly worries when you don’t respond right away, taking a second to contemplate if this is a good idea or not. Ripping off the band-aid is never easy, but it needs to be done.

“Sure,” is the word that you decide on – hoping that it doesn’t make you seem disinterested or too desperate to talk. Maybe he’s just being kind though. Maybe it’s an empty offer, something that you say when you’re trying to be nice, but subconsciously hope that they won’t take you up on it. Like when you offer to share your food with someone, but you’re really hungry. You do it to be nice, not because you actually want to split the delicious looking burger and fries on your plate.

He leads you inside and to his bedroom. It looks the same as always, but it feels different. It still smells like him though, the comforting woodsy scent of pine and mahogany that he always reaches for. But that comforting scent is anything but comfortable. You’re frozen in place, unsure if you should sit on his bed and make yourself at home, much like every other time in the past. For now you just stand in the doorframe, waiting for him to tell you to take a seat, just like any polite guest would. A guest. You have never felt like a guest in his home before, or around Jisung in general. But that imaginary wall between the two of you is standing tall and sturdy, and suddenly the two of you are reverted back to being strangers.

You watch as he toys with something on his desk, his fingers dancing from object to object and sifting through papers to look busy. The point of it – unknown to you but to him, he’s buying time. Trying to think of the first thing to say, what to ask, or if you even wanted to talk. Maybe you only agreed to come inside to be nice. Maybe you were too worried about hurting his feelings if you said no. But alas, here you are, standing awkwardly in his doorway as he shuffles around his room, his brain flooding with thoughts – but his mouth can not form them into audible words.

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts.”

Your voice catches his attention, dropping whatever paper he’s looking at now and turning his gaze to you. You’re sunken into yourself, your chest thumping with anxiety as his eyes begin to wander your frame. Not in a ‘I’m checking you out’ manner though; more of a ‘you look so sad and I don’t know what to say to you right now’ kind of way.

It’s true though, he doesn’t know what to say – which is why he’s staring at you, hoping the right words would just pop up and he didn’t have to use any brain-power at all. He doesn’t want to say ‘it's okay,’ because it's not. You never ignore his texts, and that alone tells him enough about what's going on. You are upset at him.

“What did I do wrong, Y/N?”

His words sound accusatory but his tone is soft, gentle and full of worry. Eyes swollen and looking like they are about to fill to the brim with tears, his sight is focused on you; now not able to look away.

“I-I don’t know…”

Your answer is honest. You don’t know if his intentions are dirty. Yeah, that’s what you thought initially, but looking at him with such hurt written all over his face tells a different story.

Jisung is silent, unsure of what more he can do or say to make you talk to him. He can’t force you to open up, he never has and he never will – that’s always been his rule. Everything you’ve shared with him has been on your own terms and conditions. Jisung has always been here to be your listening ear, but he never prys.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His voice is soft, eyes full of sympathy as he holds himself together. Those were the words he has been looking for. Now the ball is in your court and you’ll have to be the one leading the conversation. It’s just what he needed to figure this shit out.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N,” he sighs as he drops himself down onto the mattress, “I shouldn’t have to say this for you to know it, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You do know that. You really, really do. But this time things are different. Is he expecting you to just come out and speak your truth like there won’t be consequences? No, he won’t push you to tell him anything you don’t want to. But the worry in his eyes and clammy hands are begging for you to just let it out so he can stop being in the dark.

You sigh out an ‘okay’ before sitting down beside him.

Rip the band-aid off Y/N. Quick and painless.

His eyes narrow, almost to a squint, staring right through you in hopes of reading your thoughts. Your expression is nothing but blank as you try your best to gain some sort of composure. Do you just speak up and spill your guts? The words replay in your mind over and over until your thoughts are beat down and misshapen.

You can picture his face when you say it; disgusted with a trace of disappointment and some confusion spread into the mix. Or maybe he’ll laugh at how pathetic you were, catching feelings for your fake boyfriend.

That’s it. There’s no way you can tell him. It would be much easier to just get up and leave. Tell him to pretend like none of this ever happened and that you needed some time to cool off. A few months maybe, or maybe you could just ghost him entirely.

“Y/N?”

The sound of his voice breaks you out of your toxic thoughts, and his chocolate brown eyes bring you back down to earth. You can’t just leave him in the dust. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists. Things will be okay, right?

“Sorry, sorry,” you exhale deeply as you calm your thoughts; shifting the nasty scenarios out and accepting that whatever happens after this conversation is your fate.

“Jisung, I-I guess I wasn’t expecting this boyfriend-girlfriend thing we’re doing to go like this.”

His brow quirks at your words, confusion riddling his expression as his eyes narrow. With a tilt of his head, he’s pushing you to continue, visibly riddled with your choice of words.

“Swear you’ll be honest when I ask you this?” You question him, your hand moving closer to his as you lean in slightly. He’s like a magnet, you can’t help yourself from moving closer; even though the proximity of the two of you is clouding your thoughts and you can feel your heart beginning to swell.

He nods in response to your question, his eyes full of concern as he waits for you to continue, “Why did you ask me to do this thing?”

He knows that a question like this was coming, only if he could have prepared for it. But he didn’t, so his throat is left dry and scratchy as his mouth opens, only to stutter a bit before closing it back up. No coherent thoughts or words are able to escape his lips, just nonsense mumbling that caught himself off guard.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, regaining his composure before he can face you again. He agreed to be honest, and if honesty is what you want, honesty is that you’ll get.

“I’m sorry.” That’s all that he can say.

Oh no. This is exactly what you were expecting before you came here. He’s gonna tell you that he didn’t mean to mess with your emotions, that he felt you catching feelings and got carried away. That he’s sorry that he ruined your friendship and played you like a violin all at once.

“Me too.”

You don’t know why you’re apologizing, but you are. It feels wrong. Absolutely utterly, and undoubtedly wrong. Apologizing for your own feelings is not something that you are okay with. Especially when he made you fall for him like this. Okay so maybe thinking that is giving him too much power, but who the hell takes you out on dates for nearly 2 weeks straight just to laugh about it later. How can he expect you to not catch feelings for him? With his deep voice and fluffy hair that always hangs in front of his eyes, that little giggle he has when he finds something amusing. Everything about him was attractive. And you’ve fallen for it all. Hard.

“Wait, why are you sorry?”

A scoff escapes your mouth unintentionally, but it’s well deserved. “For being the idiot to fall for a guy that was playing her, I guess.”

You can’t look at him any longer, so your eyes fall to your lap, staring at your chipped nail polish and dirty fingernails instead of reading whatever dumb expression he has now. But if you just took a second to look up, you’d notice the widening of his eyes, how his fingers are beginning to shake and his mouth gape.

“Wh-What?”

“Don’t make me say it again Jisung, I don’t feel like sounding stupid one more time.”

“No no I heard you, it's just,” his eyes slam shut, angry at himself that he let things get this far without keeping you in the loop.

You’ve been telling him that you hate love for years now. After hearing it so many times, he’d just given up on the thought of you. Maybe if he said something before you went through all those shitty guys things could have been different. But he’s let this go on for far too long, and now you’re the one that was paying the price.

“Y/N I have feelings for you.”

Your neck nearly breaks with how fast your head snaps up. He’s the one looking away now, his cheeks a bit rosy as he tries to hide himself. He isn’t doing a very good job though, his hair is only shadowing his eyes and you can clearly see the way he’s nervously chewing on his lip; a cute habit you have grown fond of these past couple of weeks.

If he didn’t look like he does right now, you’d assume he was messing around. But you know Jisung. You know his small little gestures and what they mean by now. You know when he’s being serious and when he’s telling a lie. He can look someone dead in the eye and lie to them, but when he tells the truth, he becomes shy and worried that he’s said the wrong thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask softly, gently reaching for his hand. The subtle contact makes him flinch, reacting by pulling your hand away. But his eyes meet your sympathetic ones, sparkling just like they always do, and he knows what he wants.

Jisung’s hand reaches back for yours, lacing his fingers through yours before giving your hand a light squeeze. “You hate relationships,” he chuckles lightly, the mood of the room instantly shifting as the laughter leaves his lips.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you,” you correct him, but your voice comes across as just a whisper. He’s close enough to hear though, a blushing grin forming on his face as you shyly look away. His heart flutters when he hears it, a million butterflies erupting in his tummy all at once.

“I hated the ones that weren’t with you too,” he coos, his eyes wide and sparkling as he looks at you with such adoration.

Time moves in slow motion as his hand meets your cheek, your eyes look deeply into his chocolate ones as he moves in closer. As your eyelids flutter shut his tongue runs across his bottom lip, wetting the surface before closing the distance between you. Finally.

And in that moment you’re at peace. Everything you thought you’ve ever hated, love, relationships, and maybe Jisung for a hot second, are the only things that you long for. The 14 days don’t have to be over, and your days no longer have to be counted. When you’re with Jisung you’re happy, you’re comfortable, and you're confident that he can give you what you have always deserved – but have never gotten.

His lips move against yours in slow, languid motions, his large hands holding you close like he’s holding on for dear life. But you won’t leave even if you want to, not now, not after all this.

Slowly, Jisung shifts his weight and you move in succession. He’s laying you down on his bed, gently climbing over you without breaking the kiss. Things are becoming more heated now, you can feel it as his hungry lips devour your own. Your chest heaves up to meet his, your back arching off the mattress as his hands begin to scour your body. The heat pooling in between your legs is growing, an aching sensation overwhelming your core as your own hands reach up to rake through his long, fluffy hair. And you can tell he wants you too, the thin fabric of his sweatpants doing little to conceal the growing erection pressing against your thigh.

You can’t help but let out a steep moan as his hips begin to grind into yours. Needy groans fall past his lips and onto yours as you roll your hips upwards to meet his small ruts.

In a leisurely motion, Jisung’s body is moving upwards, his knee finding a place between your legs as he brings himself up to a kneeling position. You chase his lips the entire way there, sitting up straight to be sure the contact doesn’t vanish, too consumed by your need for him to leave his lips.

And then his needy hands are running along the waistband of your sweats, fiddling with the tie before breaking your heated kiss. “Is this okay?” His words come out in a whisper, his eyes searching yours for any signs of doubt, but all he sees is lust.

“Yes,” you confirm, out of breath from making-out for so long without coming up for air. The lightheaded feeling taking over you goes unnoticed though, and quite frankly you’re too caught up in Jisung to care.

Quickly, he rids you of your pants, looking back up at you for confirmation about your underwear. With an affirmative nod he’s removing those too, leaving you completely bare from the waist down as he stands over you fully clothed.

But soon he’s ridding himself of his own clothing, his shirt being pulled at the nape of his neck as he discards it across the room. He’s leaning back down to you, hungry for the feeling of your lips. He misses it, even though it's been less than a minute since he’s last felt your smooth lips on his.

You won’t open your eyes to see, but with the shuffling movements and shaky connection between your mouths you can tell Jisung is stripping himself of any remaining clothing he has on. He’s needy, unable to wait any longer to get down to business, he’s already waited long enough.

You’re the one who breaks the kiss this time, too curious to see what he’s sporting down below for your own good. But you are not disappointed once you see it – he’s long and girthy; the pigment a shade or two darker from his skin tone than the rest of his body. Your thoughts are wandering, wondering what it's like to have him inside of you; dreaming about what he feels like. Arousal pools at your core, mouth salivating as your daydreams linger.

“Like what you see?” Jisung chuckles. You barely notice that you’ve been staring, eyes wide and focused on the hardened dick before you, which is probably a bit uncomfortable for him.

“Sorry!” You cringe at yourself lightly, covering your eyes in embarrassment in fear that you just ruined the mood you’ve worked too hard to create.

“Don’t apologise,” he smiles as he grabs your wrists, moving them away from your round eyes. Scrunching your nose in displeasure, you catch your lip in between your teeth, mentally face palming at how weird you’re being.

He couldn’t blame you though, it was taking everything in him not to gawk at you. It was the first time you’ve seen eachother naked. Bathing suits did little for your imagination, not that you had even thought about Jisung this way before.

But he eases your nerves by coming down face level with you, reaching for your shirt and pulling it up over your head. You look at him with wide eyes, taking in each part of him as he caresses your body gently. He’s in awe of you like this. So relieved that you’re finally his, that he has you like this.

Nimble fingers dance down your body, landing at your core as he runs one up your slit, collecting your arousal on his fingertip. An impressed smirk grows slowly on his face, “I can’t believe you’re this wet already,” he hums. “All for me.”

His eyes remain focused on your center, devouring it with his eyes as his hands hold steady on your thighs. You can’t help but grow slightly embarrassed, dripping with arousal so early on though he’s barely touched you. A lump forms in your throat causing you to swallow thickly – this doesn’t go unnoticed by Jisung.

A concerned expression crosses his face, brow furrowing as he moves his hands upward to settle on your waist. “Hey,” his voice is soft, gentle and full of worry, “everything okay?”

“Just nervous,” you answer, a fake smile showing on your face to try and combat your own emotions.

It is no secret that Jisung is a bit more experienced than you are in bed. He knows that, you know that, and that is enough to turn you into a nervous wreck. Leave it to your own thoughts to ruin the moment.

“We don’t have to…”

“No!” Your voice comes out a little too eager, a bit loud, shocking Jisung. His eyes widen in response, body jolting from the impact of your tone. “No,” you say more gently this time, “I want to.”

You did want to – you just have to get over your own nerves first. Lucily, Jisung didn’t mind and was willing to guide you through it.

With a reassuring smile plastered across his face, he laces his fingers through yours. As you lock eyes, you nod him onward, giving him the go-ahead to continue. He moves languidly, his fingers moving back down to trace your slit once more. The sensation makes you tense, the nerves tingling through your body making it difficult for you to calm down.

But with a reassuring squeeze of his hand to yours, you’re taking a deep breath. Closing your eyes as you lie your head backwards onto his pillowcase. The smell of him consumes you, relaxing you effectively as his fingers meet the entrance of your core.

Shivers run through your body as he dips one finger inside. Your arousal acts as a natural lube, letting his finger glide gracefully into you. You gasp at the sensation, eyes rolling back into your head as he begins caressing your walls. His finger moves swiftly in and out of your core, his other hand still locked with yours to guide you through.

With your body finally relaxing, Jisung is able to add another finger into the mix. The extra pressure makes you shudder for a moment, taking a little to adjust to the greater size inside of you. Thankfully the mild discomfort subsides, and he’s able to pump his fingers in and out once more.

He’s making sure to watch each of your expressions, growing harder and harder just from watching your face contort in bliss. With each of his movements you bite down harder onto your lip, focusing on him and him only.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises as his thumb rubs circles over your hand soothing you. You can feel your heart swell at his words, heat beginning to rise to your cheeks.

In one swift motion, Jisung begins to separate his fingers, stretching your walls as his digits move in scissor-like motions inside you. “Fuck,” you mumble, hips jutting forward in reaction.

A steep moan leaving your lips as he brings his fingers back together, just to extend them once more. Your body is quickly getting used to the pressure, begging for more as you roll your hips.

He can sense that you’re eager from your movements alone. With one final squeeze, his hand is leaving yours. The empty feeling in your palm is unpleasant. But once you open your eyes and notice he’s using it to palm himself, his fingers groping around his length and beginning to pump slowly, that empty feeling is replaced with something else.

Your mouth salivates with desire, hungry for the feeling of him inside of you. He’s aroused you enough, and you’re too eager to feel him for your own good.

“Jisung,” you moan, “fuck me please.”

His cock jumps in reaction to your words, his chest heaving as his breath catches in his throat. Never in his life did he expect to hear those words come out of your mouth – but he wouldn't mind hearing it again.

“Hmm?” He hums, knowing damn well what you said but being greedy enough to pretend that he didn’t. You whine in response, your legs shaking on the bed in a mini temper-tantrum.

“Please,” you drag out, “please fuck me.”

Your words are music to his ears. He removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, grabbing the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him and hike your legs up over his hips.

“Anything for you.”

Complying to your wish, he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance. The feeling of his smooth head against your core is enough to make you moan, your head thrown back to expose the soft skin of your neck.

Jisung takes this as an opportunity to leave his own mark behind, leaning down to attach his lips to your skin. You gasp as his teeth graze your skin, his plump lips sucking harshly before his tongue is swiping over the area to soothe it.

But your eyes open once he’s beginning to pull away to look at you. His eyes are dark, full of lust mixed with adoration, a sigh of relief leaving his chest as he gazes down at you under him. There’s a lot going on in his head right now. Of all the emotions swirling around, the thing he’s most focused on is how lucky he is to have you.

And before you know it, he’s leaning down. Pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, making you smile. One more kiss is left on your forehead before he's pulling back, securing the position of your legs on his hips.

And then he’s realigning himself with your core, pushing past your entrance and slowly descending into the depths of your pussy. He’s moving slowly, taking his time as he thrusts into you. The delicious stretch is unfamiliar, but it's not uncomfortable – like you were made just for him. A simultaneous groan leaves your lips as he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressing deep into you on a spot that’s gone untouched.

He hums a sigh of contempt before pulling back, only to rock his hips into you once again. Your velvety walls welcome him delightedly, soft whimpers leaving your lips once he bottoms out again.

“Y/N,” your name leaves his lips in a low grunt, the bones of his pelvis driving into your skin as he begins to pick up his pace. In reaction you clench down on him, orgasm beginning to loom overhead with each movement of his hips.

Desire fills your senses as you roll your hips over to meet his thrusts. His movements are slow and intentional, making sure to bottom out each time to watch you squirm over his dick. He loves how your jaw drops each time his tip presses against your g-spot, knowing just when he hits it each time.

Jisung’s teeth are barred, sweat gathering at his brow as his dark fluffy hair sticks to his face. He’s trying to hold himself back, the overwhelming urge to finish just in reach, but he doesn’t want to stop. So his hands roam your body to try and distract him, his palms caressing up the sides of your torso as your back bridges into him. The feeling of hot breath fans over your face with each sigh he lets out.

But the tightening knot in your stomach is threatening to snap with every movement of his hips. It's getting harder and harder to hold on with the power of his thrusts growing stronger.

“Jisung,” you whine, “so close” your hands find his back, fingernails dragging down his spine in attempts to ground yourself. Jisung’s face contorts as your nails pierce his skin, leaving lines of red scratches down the length of his posterior.

The stretch from his length and his rhythmic motions sends your senses into overdrive. Squeezing your eyes shut and grasping onto the sheets underneath you, you can taste the brink of your orgasm. Jisung is focused; his grip on your thighs strong and his face contorted with bliss. But all you can think about is how stupid you could have been if you had decided to just cut him out. What matters is that you’re here with him now, and the thought of that is enough to push you over the edge.

Your breath hitches in your throat, stomach twisting and turning as your pussy throbs repeatedly around his member. Emotions running high, three words almost slip past your lips, but with the small amount of strength you can muster up, you hold them back. Another time, some time that isn't so lust filled like this one.

Jisung’s thrusts are growing sloppy. His grip on your legs tightening as his lip is caught between his teeth. And with just a few quick thrusts, he’s coming undone inside of you. White, hot spurts of cum paint your walls, filling you up and making you feel so unbelievably full.

You’ve always felt close to Jisung – he knew everything about you and vice versa; but this time was different. The way his hands settled on your legs, bringing them down gently after finishing. How his eyes are becoming so soft as he looks at you, a lazy grin pulling at his lips. You’ve never felt closer to Jisung as you do in the moment. As his body collapses next to yours, pulling you in and holding you close as you recover from your highs, you’re completely at peace.

“Sorry I got carried away, I guess I should have asked if you’re on birth control still,” he laughs, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t worry, I am,” you chuckle alongside him.

Your naked bodies tangle together, his leg weaving its way through yours to be as close to you as possible. He’s intoxicated by you, closing his eyes as he rests against your body in complete bliss. Now that he has you this close he never wants to let go; and neither do you.

“Can I tell you something?” His voice is soft, whisper like but still holding confidence; his tone never falters.

“Anything.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your heart thudding in your chest as heat rises to your cheeks. He loves you. It's not that friendship kind of love anymore; it's the relationship kind. The same kind that makes your heart skip a beat and body riddle with every emotion in the book. The kind that keeps you up all night thinking about – but also helps you fall asleep, knowing he’ll be there in the morning.

And all of a sudden it seems so stupid that you were fighting those words back in the heat of the moment just a few minutes ago. He felt it too, you always knew that.

“I love you, Jisung.”

Being in love is a dumb concept. All guys suck, relationships are stupid and love is a social construct that you didn’t feel like conforming to. There was absolutely no one that you would waste your time on, until Jisung came around. What you had been looking for your entire life has always been right infront of your eyes – you were just too dumb to see it.

Maybe love is alright, after all.

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic Crush Culture.

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deexchanel · 3 years

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little girl in a box.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, mention of killing😬.

Summary: Bucky and Y/N comes home from their date to find a sweetheart in a box.

A/N: this haven't been my week so im using fanfiction to be a distraction.

Y/N and Bucky walked up the stairs to their apartment in Bucharest. They were holding hands, engaged in a conversation.

"I was thinking, what if I made shrimp alfredo?" Y/N asked as their hands sway back and forth. Bucky looked at her confused.

"What's alfredo?"

"Oh my god, you never had it before?"

"I mean in the army they boiled everything. It wasn't really lavish."

"Everything boiled sound so nasty."

"I know right but I managed. What's going to be in it?"

"Shrimp and pasta with Alfredo sauce. I think you're going to love it!"

"That's fine with me babe, as long as it isn't soup."

"Same." Y/N laughed letting go of his hand so she could unlock the door. Normally they would go through the window. But just for one night, they didn't want to be paranoid. Just to have one normal night.

Bucky stopped in his tracks staring at a medium size box that had big holes poked in it. "Y/N were you expecting something?"

"No." Y/N with hesitation getting worried that this might a setup. Bucky pulled her behind him protectively then proceeded to nudge open the box. The box top fell off and a pair of brown doe eyes stared back at them. Bucky hardened face expression soften as he saw a beautiful little girl in the box.

Whoever left this beautiful child in the box was a horrible person in general. The little girl sat up looking at the couple nervously. Bucky squat down so they could be eye level.

"Hi princess... I'm Bucky and that's my girlfriend Y/N. Would you like to tell me your name?" Bucky said softly then pointed at Y/N who waved giving a toothless smile. It was like Bucky's dad instincts kicked in as he felt the need to protect the little girl any way he could.

She shook her head as a way of saying she didn't want to talk. Her body was skinny seeming that she haven't ate in a couple of days. She looked no older then 4. Y/N squat down to help ease her nerves.

"How about we go in and get you something to eat?"

The little girl looked at Y/N scaredly and instantly held her arms out for Bucky. Y/N sigh knowing that whatever happened in this girl past, she was scared of women she didn't trust. Bucky picked her up gently not wanted to hurt her with his arm.

They walked into the apartment and Y/N quickly started to prepare dinner. Bucky sat on the bed while the little girl sat on the side of them. He tries to start conversation again with her.

"Can you tell me your name now?"

The little girl looked around before speaking softly,"Melanie.."

The pair looked at each otherin shock, he got her to talk. There wasn't any technology in the room so they best way to stay entertained was to have conversation.

"Well Melanie how old are you?" Bucky questioned.

"Five." She said but held up three fingers making Bucky smile in amusement. He helped her by raising up another finger.

"How old are you?"

Y/N giggled while fixing their bowls. Nobody have ever asked him that. Bucky laughed since its been a long time since someone asked him that.

"Well doll, I'm 106."

Melanie made a funny face turning her head to the side. Y/N came over with three bowls in her hands. Bucky grabbed the bowls passing one to Melanie, while holding the other ones as Y/N sat down so she wouldn't spill it.

"Can I eat all of it? I've been good all week." Melanie moved some of her hair from her face with a a sadden expression. Y/N felt so bad for her, this wasn't right.

"Baby you can eat all it. I can make more if you want some okay?"

"Okay." Melanie smiled digging in her food. Bucky and Y/N shared a look. He was angry that she went through horrible things at a young age.

After dinner, Bucky washed and put the dishes away while Y/N laid down on the mattress. Melanie kept picking her head up to see if Bucky was coming.

"He's coming honey, he's washing dishes."Y/N laughed softly realizing what she was doing. "You tired?"

Melanie shook her head, rubbing her eyes,"No."

"Yes you are. Come here?" Y/N asked nicely but Melanie poked out her lip. She was sitting in the middle of the mattress near Y/N's knees.

"Noo, I'm waiting on Bucky."

"Here I am princess." Bucky grunt getting on his knees behind her. Melanie looked happy as he picked her up, walking on his knees to get to this spot on the mattress. Y/N laid on her side, watching them in admiration.

Melanie was very brave and didn't take long getting used to the couple. Food was a way to her heart so the trust came quickly. She was snuggled between Bucky and Y/N while they cuddled her enjoying their sleep.

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2:48 a.m.

People smashing through the apartment windows starled them awoke. Before Bucky could reach for his gun, a man punched him in the face. Y/N quickly grabbed Melanie holding her into her chest then gets up grabbing the emergency bookbag.

The couple agreed that if this was to happen then find the best way out possible. They would find each other no matter how far away they was. Bucky did one on one combat with the man that broke in.

"GO Y/N!"

She nodded rushing to the door making sure to keep a good grip on Melanie. When she opened the door a man stood their with a gun pointed directly at her head. Melanie start to cry with all the commotion going on. Tears start to fall out of Y/N's eyes, thinking this was it.

"Go back in now or I won't hesitate putting one between your eyes." The man sneered putting the cold gun on her forehead. Y/N turned around going back into the apartment. Bucky closed his eyes trying not to lose it as he saw his family being held at gun point. He was being held at gun point as well but he was hoping that his girls was able to get away.

"So Winter Soldier, you really thought you could get away." A man laughed turning on a light revealing his face. It was Rumlow holding Bucky at gun point and the man that held Y/N at gun point was Pierce. Bucky chest heaved up and down as he was getting angrier.

Melanie little face was turning red from how hard she was crying. Pierce rapidly pointed another gun in his other hand at Melanie's little forehead.

"NO!"Bucky jumped forward but Rumlow put the gun on his forehead making him stop. Pierce took the gun off safety pressing it harder on Melanie's forehead which makes Y/N sob harder.

"Shut the little brat up!"

"Melanie baby, stop... stop crying we're okay. Bucky's okay." Y/N lied hoping she was to stop crying. Melanie cries turns into sniffles looking at Y/N hopefully.

Y/N nod her head crying,"We're okay baby."

Bucky felt like he let his girls down. He was so angry that he wanted to kill both of them but he couldn't move. "I'll go back and do whatever. Just p-please leave my family out of this."

"That's what I wanted to hear! Cuff him!" Pierce exclaimed letting the guns drop from Y/N and Melanie. Y/N shook her head not wanting Bucky to leave and endure all the things they worked so hard for him to forget.

"Bucky no!”

"Shut it bitch!" Pierce snapped at her holding the gun to her head again making her jump. It was killing Bucky for not being able to help.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I love you." Bucky sigh putting his arms behind his back so Rumlow could cuff him. As Rumlow did, Redwing flew in dropping a disk on Pierce's forehead electrocuting him. Sending him unconscious.

Bucky ducked as Rumlow shot the gun towards him making the girls scream. Sam flew in the window taking out the extra gaurd that stood by the refrigerator. Bucky stood up swiftly so he could take out Rumlow.

He smirked aiming the gun towards the girls," I guess nobody's getting what they want." Rumlow shot the gun at the girls. Y/N used her body to shield Melanie. Bucky stared in horror as he tried to get to them but Steve's shield covered them from the bullets.

Bucky turned around angrily at Rumlow pulling out the secret gun that was in his waist holster. With no hesitation, Bucky shoots him between the eyes. Rumlow body fell to the ground.

Y/N came from behind Steve's large frame. She walked over to Bucky and pulled him into a hug without crushing Melanie's little body. Bucky rubbed his hand through Y/N hair and kissed Melanie's forehead. They didn't have anything to say, they were just grateful to all be alive.

"I'm so sorry to ruin this moment guys but we need to go. Their supposed to be bringing in reinforcements any second." Steve said placing his shield on his back.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring the jet back around." Sam pressed his finger on the com.

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On the jet, it was quiet but peaceful time for them to rejuvenate. Bucky couldn't sleep so he watched over his girls who were sleeping.

Melanie slept on his chest with his metal arm holding her up so her face could implant into his neck. Y/N was cuddled up with his arm wrapped around her. He kissed their foreheads every other second for his comfort.

"Thank you guys." Bucky said to Sam and Steve who were sitting in the in the front seats of quinjet.

"Just gald you guys are safe." Steve pat his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Plus we were able to kill two birds with one stone. Bonus but glad we could help."Sam said making Bucky smiled. He looked at his girls, very content with life.

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horrible writing.

I wrote this bout a year ago. I don't like it, but i just needed it as a distraction.

stay slutty my friends

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wizardimagines · 4 years

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jealousy, part 2, draco x reader

pairing: draco malfoy x reader word count: 1,6k summary: you and ron becomes closer as you help him study, draco doesn’t take this new relationship well. a/n: here you guys go !! part 2 of jealously,, i’m in shock as to how many of u liked part one !! i’ve gotten such amazing feedback and it makes me super happy so thank u so so much <3 i’m gonna be completely honest tho and let u guys know im really unhappy with this one , i feel like it could be a lot better and i might actually rewrite it at some point . but hopefully it’s somewhat ok, enjoy !! <3 READ PART 1 HERE

warnings: TW !!! mentions psychical abuse

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The following week was exhausting. You hadn’t seen Draco for a couple of days, doing everything you could to actively avoid him. The truth was you were scared. You were terrified, to say the very least. You had no clue what to say to him at this point, afraid that you were just going to make him even more upset than he already was. You didn’t even know if you two were a couple anymore, and the thought of it made your heart shatter into a million pieces.

You also distanced yourself from Ron. You knew the whole situation happened because of your friendship with Ron, and the only solution you could come up with was simply to stop being friends with Ron. He had approached you multiple times, asking you if you were free and wanted to go study, but you had declined each offer. You felt absolutely terrible, you truly did like Ron and you enjoyed spending time with him. But you knew your relationship with Draco was more important than any friend you had and at this point, you’d give up everything to fix your relationship.

It felt so hopeless. You skipped every class you had with the blond boy, you didn’t even dare look his way whenever you walked into the great hall to eat breakfast, petrified of your eyes meeting his icy ones. Today was no different. Everyone was in class, everyone but you. You knew you would have to face Draco sooner or later, today was just not the day. You were sitting in the library, trying your best to distract yourself by reading a book. However, it wasn’t going too well. You couldn’t focus on any of the words and your thoughts kept wandering off, thinking about other things. Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on your shoulder, making you snap out fo your thoughts. ‘’Why aren’t you in class, Y/N?’’ A similar voice said behind you, making you turn around so you could see who the person was. In front of you stood Ron. ‘’Ron,’’ You let out, feeling somewhat relieved it was only Ron. You shut the book close as the red-haired boy sat down in the chair next to you. ‘’You scared me.’’ You chuckled lightly, looking down at your lap where your hands were resting. ‘’Sorry about that,’’ Ron answered. ‘’But why aren’t you in class?’’ He repeated himself.

You didn’t know what to tell him. You knew it wasn’t a secret that you were avoiding Draco, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. ‘’I just,’’ You started, biting your bottom lip nervously. You were still staring at your hands, nervously playing with them. You just couldn’t bring yourself to look at the boy in front of you. ‘’I have to go.’’ You blurted out, quickly standing up. ‘’Y/N! Wait,’’ Ron let out behind you, standing up as well. ‘’What’s going on with you?’’ Worry lingered in his voice, and you couldn’t blame him.

You felt your bottom lip starting to tremble. That was when you noticed the tears that were welling up in your eyes, making you shut them close to prevent the tears from hitting your cheeks. ‘’Whatever it is that’s going on, I’m here for you, you know?’’ He said, placing his hand on your shoulder once again. You took a deep, shaky breath as you turned around and fell straight into his arms. You could tell he was surprised, but quickly wrapped his arms around you. You let the tears fall silently down your cheeks. ‘’Hey, it’s okay,’’ He mumbled as he stroke your back using one of his hands, the other one holding the back of your head. ‘’I think Draco broke up with me,’’ You quietly whispered into his shoulder, tears still falling from your eyes. ‘’Bloody hell Malfoy,’’ Ron muttered under his breath, pulling you closer to him.

At this point, you didn’t even care about the whole ignoring Ron thing you had planned to keep until you fixed things with Draco. The feeling of someone holding you and being there to comfort you finally made you feel a little bit better. Ron’s warm hands were nothing compared to Draco’s cold, lanky hands but it didn’t matter at this point. ‘’I’ll walk you to your dorm,’’ He mumbled as he pulled away from the hug, spotting your tear-filled face. He slowly wiped the tears away using his thumbs, making you nod. ‘’You can start walking, okay? I just need to go get my things and then I’ll catch up with you.’’ He said, giving you a small smile. You nodded once again, giving him half a smile.

The halls were empty. You weren’t complaining though, you didn’t want anyone to see you like this; like a crying mess. You slowly walked down the hall, taking your time as you looked out each window you passed. The weather had somewhat cleared up, dark clouds still covering the sky. ‘’Y/N?’’ A voice suddenly called out, making you turn your head to the side. And there he was. His eyes were dark, not the usual bright blue color they always used to be. As soon as your eyes met his, your heart dropped. You felt your throat tighten up as you felt completely paralyzed. You felt your eyes widen as you suddenly realized that you had to get away, quickly. You turned around, quickly making your way down the hall without saying a word to the blond boy. ‘’No, wait!’’ He shouted behind you, grabbing your wrist.

Your wrist. The same wrist he had grabbed that night. The same wrist that now had a bright red mark from his tight grip. You felt the pain shot up your arm, making your eyes well up with tears once again as you cried out in pain. You quickly snatched your wrist away, holding it with your other arm as you bit your lower lip in pain. Draco looked at you in confusion before looking down at your arm, spotting the red mark. He felt the guiltiness and pain hit him all at once. His heart dropped as he realized it was him that had left that mark. ‘’Y/N,’’ He whispered, his facial expression softening. You quickly looked up at him, tears falling from your eyes as you took a shaky breath. He slowly reached out to you, making you jump.

He froze. ‘’I’m not going to hurt you,’’ He let out, pain and shame lingering in his voice as his eyes teared up. ‘’Please don’t be scared of me, I would never hurt you,’’ He continued, shaking his head as a tear hit his cheek. Draco had never felt such pain. He had felt pain multiple times during his lifetime, but nothing could compare to the pain he was currently feeling. You just stood there, staring at the boy in front of you. You didn’t know what to say or do, so you just let the tears fall down your cheeks. ‘’I’m so sorry, please let me hold you,’’ He mumbled as he tried his best to hold back the rest of the tears, slowly walking towards you. You watched as he got closer to you, terrified of what could happen next. But Draco slowly put his arms around your waist, burying his head between your neck and shoulder. You felt a sob escape his lips.

‘’I’m so sorry,’’ He kept repeating it over and over again between sobs. You slowly wrapped your arms around his neck, you had never seen him in this state before. ‘’I don’t know what happened. I was just so angry,’’ He sobbed. ‘’But why?’’ You whispered back. ‘’Because I really thought I was losing you,’’ Draco responded. You slowly pulled away, Draco looking at you in fear as you did so. ‘’Please don’t go,’’ He whimpered, his bottom lip trembling. You grabbed his hands as you shook your head. ‘’I’m not leaving, Draco.’’ The boy in front of you closed his eyes as he grabbed onto your hands harder, like he was scared you were going to leave anyway. ‘’I’m so sorry for saying all those things,’’ He cried, pulling you back into a tight hug.

This time he placed his head on top of yours, placing one hand behind your head and the other one on your back. ‘’And I’m so incredibly sorry for hurting you like that,’’ He whispered. You pulled yourself closer to him, placing your head on his chest. You could hear his heart racing, as well as his shaky breath. ‘’I will never lay a finger on you again, I promise,’’ He continued, making you sigh. ‘’Please just hold me Draco.’’ You whispered, causing the taller boy to pull you closer to him immediately. You closed your eyes as a tear escaped from your eye, Draco pressing multiple kisses on top of your head.

You knew it would take a while to forgive Draco, but it didn’t matter. You were willing to do anything for him, just like he was willing to do anything for you. ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

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Reciprocal ❂ (M) || 2 of 2

A Manager!verse story Rating: Mature Genre(s): Fluff, Smut Pairing: Jongin x Reader Word Count: 3.8k Warning for sexual content.

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Jongin had let go of your hand when the two of you reached the house, but he made up for it by spending the next few hours in easy conversation with you. You talked about everything and anything, from speculation on the relationships between the other managers to childhood aspirations. Jongin had long entertained dreams of dancing. No surprise there. But it had come as quite a shock to him to learn you had competitively speed skated and almost entered Taereung.

“Why'd you stop,” he asked. The two of you were sitting on the back patio nursing glasses of water.

“I sprained my ankle earlier in the year and spent a lot of the time hanging out with friends when I normally would've had practice. I didn't really miss it.

“Plus, I had a boyfriend,” you said with a little smile and reclined back in your chair.

“Ahhh,” Jongin responded. “So that's why.” He shot a you look. “You've never talked about dating before,” he said.

“It never felt like... It just didn't come up.” You'd had a few relationships over the last 5 years, but had never divulged that to him. You had done your best to maintain a certain professional distance. They'd never amounted to much anyways, either due to inattention, jealousy, or lack of passion. But it was hypocritical, wasn't it, when you were aware of every relationship Jongin had had? He was the person you spent the most time with, unintentionally or not.

“There's nothing to even bring up now anyways,” you added softly.

Jongin hummed and was quiet for a long time. You bit your lip. Why'd you even bring that last bit up? You kept glancing at him, but you couldn't get a read on his expression.

But Jongin turned suddenly, a smile on his lips, and changed the topics. “So, are the managers planning anything for Chanyeol's enlistment?”

You relaxed tentatively into the question. Soon, the tension dispersed, forgotten, and by the end of the conversations your mood had lightened considerably. For the first time, you really felt as if this was a vacation to enjoy rather than a detox to suffer through.

Dinner that night was a spirited affair. While Jongin showered before the meal, you busied yourself with setting places. You had pushed the coffee table closer to the fire and arranged pillows around it. A bottle of cab was open on the table to breathe.

Just as you set the glasses down, Jongin emerged from his room. His hair was still damp, you noticed, and his skin had the flush of the freshly bathed. He was in his pajamas, a towel bunched around his neck, sleep shirt unbuttoned and pants hanging low on his hips.

Your heart must have convulsed. Briskly, you turned away and gathered the plates of bœuf bourguignon with a white-knuckled grip. “Dinner's ready,” you called over your shoulder.

“This is cozy,” he remarked. You heard the rustle of fabric as he settled into the pillows.

Heaven help you, you prayed.

Over the course of dinner, the two of you finished the bottle. Jongin sat next to you now, having migrated from the opposite side of the table at some point in the meal. The two of you were laughing because your arms kept getting in each other's ways as you ate—he was a righty to your lefty. Eventually, Jongin got so exasperated, he grabbed your spoon and slid it out of reach. He refused to give it back, so he fed you from his spoon the rest of the meal. The fire cackled merrily at your antics.

You were pleasantly tipsy, your tongue looser with wine. Jongin was stretched out, leaning back on the couch. He had taken his shirt off entirely, claiming he was hot. You leaned against his shoulder, felt the sticky press of his skin against your cheek. You were warm and full. It had been such a strange day, full of quiet intimacies you'd never shared. Maybe that's why you said what you said, why you did what you did.

“You're intimidating, Mr. Kim Jongin.”

Jongin glanced at you, surprise written across his face.

“You're a beautiful person.” You closed your eyes and extended an arm. “Your body, your dance, your personality. You know what they say?”

You lifted yourself onto your knees, moving your face close to his.

“You're a god,” you whispered next to his ear.

You felt him shudder.

“What are you saying? I'm not--”

“Shut up,” you breathed. “Let me say this.”

“You're a god, Kim Jongin.” You rested one sacrilegious palm against his cheek “So tell me, how could a mere human like me adore you?”

Jongin was the one who closed the distance, who captured your lips in a searing kiss. His eyes were burning when he pulled away, his hands hot against your waist.

“Didn't I tell you that it's you who I need?” he whispered against your lips. “Let me show you how much I worship you.”

A trail of clothes puddled on the floor in the wake of your passing. Jongin stalked behind as you led him into the palatial bathroom. He didn't touch you. He watched as the clothing slid off you, lazily following your movements. He kept watching as you stepped into the shower, fully naked in front of now, and let the water sluice across your body.

He slid out of his pajama pants. He hadn't bothered with boxers. You saw the length of him, untouched yet already half-hard.

His eyes roamed over you. The attention made your insides twist pleasantly. Your previous partners had been good enough to satisfy, but Jongin made you feel wanted. You ran your hands down your body just to see if his gaze followed.

It did.

He waited until you stepped out of the shower, dripping water all over the dark stone tiles as you crossed to the crown of the bathroom.

Inset in the floor was an onsen-style bath as big as a pool. The bath itself was made of cedar, deep enough for water to reach your hips when standing, with a bench that ran around the inner rim for soaking. Panoramic windows surrounded the bath, but darkness kept secret the view.

Jongin stepped into the bath ahead of you. You met him in the middle, steam curling around you. You lifted your hand above his collarbone, trailing water all over his chest.

Something would change, more than it had already, if you touched him. Some illusion, some safety net you'd built. The nearness of his body was scalding, hotter than the water, and you knew it would burn.

Jongin curled his hands into yours, fitting his fingers into the spaces between.

“Still here?” he asked, kind and sweet as he always was.

You squeezed his hands and nodded. You'd promised. He wouldn't get rid of you that easily.

He led you to the ledge and sat, pulling you closer. You perched over his lap until his hands drew you down. You felt his hardness between your legs and quivered. It had been such a long time since you had done this.

“Are you okay with this?” Your voice wavered along with the steam. Even with you naked on his lap, Jongin kept his hands confined to innocent places. He was focused on kissing your neck and jaw.

He pulled away, a look like drowsiness in his eyes.

“I'm okay with anything. Whatever you want to do.”

You slowly nodded and rested your forehead against his. You let your hands slide down his shoulders, thumbs dipping into the indent of his collarbones. He lifted his head and you obliged him with long, luxurious kisses.

“Can I touch you more?” he asked, voice gravelly.

“Yeah.”

He thanked you with another kiss, caressing the line of your spine. His hands disappeared from your body then reappeared on your thighs. He squeezed. You felt his shudder and heard the tiniest groan fall out of him. And, oh, you needed him to make that noise again. Your hands grazed the skin of his stomach and traveled lower. You felt the flex of his muscles. Jongin caught your eyes, the way you waited for a moment until you found the permission you'd been seeking.

You wrapped your hands around his erection. The water obscured your view, but he was hard in your hand as you slowly stroked him with a velvet grip. His jaw fell open and he rolled his hips into your hand.

An ache built in you. Jongin set his jaw mulishly, a challenging glint entering his eyes. You gasped at the first brush of his fingers against you. They slid silkily against you, leaving soft whorls of water in their absence. You ground down against him, pinning his hand against his thigh, patience abandoned. Jongin bent, kissing the tops of your breasts, using his thumb to sweep over your nipples. You slid a hand into the hair at the base of his neck and tugged.

His gaze meeting yours was a thunderclap.

“I—Jongin...”

He knew without having to say anything more. He readjusted himself and you leaned on him as you sank down and let him enter you.

You rode him slow. You felt your eyes hood, and your head sank back. Water dripped from the ends of your hair, and you opened your mouth and moaned. Pleasure sizzled along every nerve, radiating outward from your navel to the tip of your toes and the roots of your hair. Jongin pressed his thumb into your bottom lip. It glided slickly between your lips. You opened your mouth, taking it between your teeth. You dragged your hands down his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. Your eyelashes fluttered closed. “The sight of you, and oh, the way you feel around me. How couldn't you have known what you to do to me?” You moaned and he echoed you, his hips twitching up. His hands slid up your back before dipping back below the surface. He cupped them there, then brought them up to pour water down your neck and chest. His tongued followed their path.

“I want to make you forget everything except me,” he said hoarsely.

“I like the sound of that,” you said breathlessly. “Okay, rookie. Show me what you can do.”

He grinned, pulling you into a kiss. “Better hang on,” he murmured against you. He stroked lightly down your sides. You twitched away; you'd never realized you were so sensitive there, and his devilish smile proved he knew it. He planted himself and started rocking into you, rhythm tortuously slow. He'd hold himself still at points, long enough for you to despair that you'd ever find release. After four times, you begged for mercy.

Heavy, humid panting soon filled the room. The water lapped against the sides of the bath and over. You buried your face against his shoulder at one point, too overcome with the fact that this was Jongin that you were doing this with, that his cock was inside you. You'd never had such a patient, attentive lover, never had such appreciation lavished upon you. It was just on the edge of enough and yet so far from it. He kissed the inside of your elbow, gave it a kittenish lick.

He got his arms under your thighs and stood. You felt him slide deeper into you and whimpered, wrapping your legs around him. Never had you appreciated the work he put into his body so much as now, feeling his muscles gather and relax as he drove himself into you. You heard his little grunts as he bounced you on his cock, and felt the overwhelming sensation of him all around you.

“I—I'm gonna...” Your teeth were chattering. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stave off orgasm.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I've got you.”

You cried out, arching as you came, Jongin's hands against your back the only thing preventing you from slipping backwards into the water.

He held you there until your muscles trembled and you began to slide down. His dick slipped out of you, sandwiched between your bellies until he sat you on the edge of the pool. You were winded, a pile of mush. He was flushed with exertion. You brushed his fringe away—the humidity and his sweat had left it in cute little curlicues.

Like a compass orienting northwards, your eyes sought his. Temptation lingered in the spaces between your bodies. You read the hunger in him, in the way his stare dropped to your lips and flicked back, desire simmering darkly there. It sucked the air from your lungs, drew lips to lips to devour all of you. Teeth bit, tongues curled. You wrapped your hands around his bicep, anything to ground you.

Kissing Jongin was like kissing a storm; in him was a wildness held 6,000 feet at bay. His bites ended in kisses, tongue laving away the hurt. Tomorrow, you knew you would wake to tender bruises blooming on your skin and you relished it. When finally he pulled away, your back was flush against the floor, his arms bracketing either side of your head as you stared up at him. Your heart learned the rhythms of war—what dread god had you summoned?

His lips, red and wet from your mouth, trailed down your neck. Goosebumps had risen all over your body as water evaporated from your skin, but Jongin's mouth seared you. He skimmed down your breastbone and planted fervent kisses to your stomach, your hips, lower and lower.

He drove you wild, made you writhe. His touch was so cold it burned, so hot it froze. Your body was locked between fight and flight and your pleading noises seemed only to incense him. His fingers delved into you and discovered places that made your toes curl, his tongue hot against your folds. His free arm locked over your hips to prevent you from bucking. The squelch of wetness echoed in the room, and you covered your eyes, burning at your own wantonness.

“I love this,” Jongin growled. “Making you come apart.”

Your thighs slammed shut, locking his hand in place as you plunged into climax. Your hearing went out, and in its aftershock a high-pitched note rang in your ears. Distantly, you heard a muttered curse, heard the rhythmic grunts of Jongin as he came before you were lost to the wave of secondhand arousal. I wish I could've seen it, you thought faintly.

When you came to, Jongin was massaging your legs. His hands skated dangerously high up your inner thighs, stoking the embers of your pleasure. “Stop that,” you complained, kicking him weakly in the shoulder.

He grinned, bending over you to place a tender kiss between your eyebrows. “Whatever you say, my little human.”

You ignored the pet name. Your chest still heaved for air. “What... what about you?”

He gestured at himself, at his flagging erection. “You did me in,” he said with a wry grin. “The sight of you...” His eyes shuttered as if he was recalling the scene. The interested twitch his dick gave was more than enough to finish that sentence.

The two of you shared a shower, motions brisk and economical. Well, his at least. Jongin wound up wrapping you in a heated towel, arms and all, because your hands wouldn't stop wandering.

“I told you, didn't I?” he had reproached you. “Let me take care of you.”

He dried your hair and offered you the top of his pajama set to wear, blush burning on his cheeks. Maybe a less flummoxed you would have commented on the stark dichotomy between now and a few minutes ago, but the words never materialized. The two of you brushed your teeth side by side, sharing the shy smiles of a newly intimate couple. You kept giggling at each other for no reason at all.

Between the events of the day and the man beside you, you didn't expect to get much sleep that night. But you fell into a gentle, easy dreams, cradled in Jongin's arms with not an inch between you.

Morning gilded him in gold. Sleep crusted his eyes, his hair was disastrous, and if that wasn't the most perfect sight you'd seen, you didn't know what could be.

He smiled sleepily, eyes closed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.

You rolled your eyes and sat up.

“Admit it, you can't even see what I look like right now.”

He squinted at you. “Amazing in every single way?” he offered, with a hopeful smile.

You grabbed a pillow and bonked him with it. He rolled away, laughing his dorky little laugh. You were glad he couldn't see your smile.

Jongin was a hoverer, you learned. He had a habit of floating about your vicinity like a lost puppy. It was particularly noticeable when you were cooking. You seemed to find him in your path at every turn, or you would feel a gentle tug as you moved away and twist to see him holding the hem of your shirt with a pout.

The best way to deal with it, you soon discovered, was to pay him attention. Telling him to cut this or stir that worked, but he especially liked being fed. You would feed him extra little bits of ingredients and press them to his open mouth. He'd close his lips around your finger and you'd feel the soft, inner parts of it as you slid your finger back out.

“How was it?” you would ask softly each time.

“Mmmh. Delicious,” he'd answer with a wicked grin.

No good deed could go unpaid. You reciprocated the next day on your knees, Jongin laid out on a sun-lounger beneath you on the terrace. You took him into your mouth, took him as far down as your throat would allow. He trembled below you, eyes wide and watching. His adam's apple bobbed as you swallowed around him, lips parting.

You'd been at it for the past twenty minutes, swapping out your mouth for your hands when your jaw got too tired.

“Do you know how many people would kill to have you under them like this?” you said with wonder. You waited until Jongin opened his eyes, still glazed with pleasure. You placed your hand loosely against his neck, felt his hummingbird pulse in your fingertips. “But only I get to do this.” You tightened your grip and gave quick, short strokes around the crown of his cock. He choked out a gasp, jerking, every muscle of his clenching.

Jongin was such a vocal lover. You felt a powerful and infinite kind of tenderness for him.

“You're doing so well.” His breath fell heavily, a tell-tale quickness to it. His thrusts became erratic.

“Please,” he gasped. “Please.”

You kissed the words from his lips. “Yes, yes,” you whispered. “Anything for you. So good. So proud of you.”

“Uuuuuuh,” he groaned as his orgasm ripped through him. Long ribbons of come landed on his chest, where they glistened in the warm spring sun. His thighs quivered, hips lifting off the lounger as you continued to milk him. Come glazed your hand and dribbled from the slit of his cock.

Greed whet your appetite and desire pooled in your belly. Jongin cried as you took him back in your mouth, hands reaching for you, until your tongue, your lips, your hands coaxed a second orgasm from him. His come pooled, salty and intense, in your mouth. He watched with dilated eyes, little debauched noises trembling off each exhale, as you made a show of swallowing.

The last days of your vacation ran themselves down. On the final evening, the two lay entangled on the couch in front of the fireplace, talking.

“Am I easy to manage?”

“You?” you laughed. “No way.”

“What? Yes I am! I'm super easy to manage!” He actually looked a little upset. “Aren't I?”

You couldn't help laughing. “I don't think you get to say that. But it's not your personality,” you reassured him. “It's your perfectionism. I admire it, but honestly? Sometimes it's a pain in my ass.”

He crossed his arms. “Yeah, well, you can be a pain in my neck sometimes, too, you know.”

You felt your eyebrows creeping up. “Yeah? How.”

“When you wake me up, when you make me drink chicken smoothies, when you take bad photos of me for Instagram...” He ticked them off his fingers one by one.

“Bad?!” You pinched his side, eliciting a little squeal. “You told me they were cute!”

“Because they're so bad!” He laughed his ridiculous laugh, fending your hands off.

The two of you rolled off the couch and onto the floor from your tussling. Jongin turned onto his side, small hiccuping laughs still spilling from him. Unwilling to be bested, you pulled your phone off the coffee table. “I'll show you bad. I studied photography, you know.”

“Where?”

You waved your hand dismissively. “Doesn't matter. I let my work speak for itself.”

Jongin snorted.

You knelt above him, angling your phone down at him. He was so effortlessly photogenic, he could lie there with four days worth of stubble, chapped lips, shirt ridden half way up, and still look right off the cover of Vogue. The shutter clicked, and Jongin instinctively moved, expression changing minutely.

“These look good, you'll see,” you murmured, drawn into the familiar world of work, of seeing the unreachable him from behind a screen.

But instead of waiting, he pulled you down. You fell into him with an oomph, and he rolled you over until you were snug against his body, his left arm under you with his hand curled around your shoulder. He hummed while he scrolled through your gallery. This, as in all things, Jongin was methodical with. “Not bad,” he acquiesced, “but here. My turn.”

He opened the camera app and flipped to the front-facing camera. You watched on the screen as his head tilted towards yours and felt the brush of his hair against yours. Your heart raced.

“No need to be nervous.” You were watching him on the screen as he whispered it, saw the curve of his lips as they ghosted over the shell of your ear, felt the words land as breath against you. He knew you were watching him. A thrill went up your spine.

“I like it better when you're with me.”

Back in Seoul, a picture hangs on your refrigerator.

A polaroid of Jongin folded around you, kissing the crown of your head with a smile. The moment catches you with your eyes closed, clutching onto him and laughing.

An offering for the memory collector and the date is scrawled along the bottom, for the dream of many more.

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A/N: I kept my promise. :)

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