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soolh1k · 11 months

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Skz ghosting you ! (pt 2)

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is only the hyung line

type: text post | narrated text

genre: kinda angsty but w fluff

WARNINGS: swearing, a little bit angsty, let me know if you'd like me to tag u :)

Hyung Line pt1 | Maknae Line pt1

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ೋ Christopher Bang

Your heart ached. You knew he hadn't intentionally ignored you, but he did anyway. You really didn't know what to do. Maybe it had been a little immature to leave home without saying anything, but what he did wasn't very mature either.

Your head was a mess. You simply wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. You felt so many things at that moment. It was clear that you still loved him and would continue to do so for a long time. But if he had already hurt you once, what assured you that he wouldn't do it again? You were simply afraid. Maybe not only Chris was the problem, but both of you.

You had to return to his arms. It was clear. Despite the fear you had, the love you had for him was greater.

The doorbell rang throughout the apartment, catching Chris' attention. He quickly went to the door, hoping it was you on the other side. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened the door. A few minutes passed in which only you and he looked into each other's eyes, as if you thought it was all a dream.

"Hello, Chris," you said to break that eye contact.

"Oh my god, you're here, love. I thought I had lost you completely," a sad tone escaped his voice. He gently took your wrist and ushered you into his apartment, so you could talk comfortably.

"I also thought I had lost you, Chris. I really did, and it hurt like you have no idea. Every day without you is hell," you started to tell him, pain evident in your voice. "But it also hurt that you ignored me. You know I understand how complicated your job is, especially being the leader. I admire you so much. However, your job has been driving us apart for months. I don't want you to stop doing what you love because I know it makes you happy, and that makes me happy too. Clearly, I'm not going to make you choose between me and your work. That would be stupid. Can you just promise me something, Chan?" you asked, on the verge of tears. He was lost in his thoughts, realizing the damage he had been causing for months. Was he really that oblivious?

"Chris?" you called out to him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"Darling, I would do anything for you. I wouldn't even have to think twice if I were given a choice between you and my work. You've always been my priority, and forgive me for not showing it. You're my everything. I shouldn't have neglected you from the beginning. You're the person who has always been there for me, supporting me in every decision I make, giving me love at every moment. I don't want you to leave. I want you here with me. I promise I'll change," your loved one replied almost instantly, shedding tears in the process.

"Chris, listen to me first," was your response to his heartfelt speech.

"Baby, please. I don't want us to end," he whined.

"Chris, listen to me," you repeated.

"I don't want to. If you're going to break up with me, I don't want to hear it."

"Christopher, I love you with all my being. I'm not going to break up with you. I just want you to promise me that you won't ignore me like that again. If I'm your priority, then love me as if it's the last thing you could do. Please."

"I promise, but never leave," he whispered as he hugged you.

"I'll never leave, Darling," you whispered back.

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ೋ Lee Minho

One missed call after another, Minho had been looking for you for days, but it seemed like you wouldn't be returning anytime soon, which was tearing Lino apart. It was never his intention to hurt you; you would always be the only person he loved, so he couldn't let you walk away from him. Why did he have to ruin things? Everything was going so well, so why did he leave you without any specific reason? He felt like the worst person in the world.

All he needed right now was to find you and resolve things between you. He crossed seas and lands to locate you, only to find out that you were staying with your best friend since she couldn't find you at your apartment. He knocked on your friend's apartment door and waited patiently for it to open.

Your friend opened the door, visibly tired of seeing you in distress and falling into a depressive state because of the issue. She hadn't even realized that you had been sending messages.

"Please, fix things with her. She's been going through a really tough time," your friend told Minho.

"Believe me, I want to fix things with her." She simply nodded and let him go, informing him of your whereabouts. He quickly made his way to you.

"Angel, thank God you're okay. I was so worried," he exclaimed as he recognized your voice.

"Minho, what are you doing here?" you asked, upset, not because he was present, but because you looked terrible.

"I need to make things right with you, bunny. I messed up big time, and I can't express how sorry I am. You're the best partner I've ever had, and I don't want things to end between us. I need you in my life; you're the only thing that brings me happiness. I understand if you can't forgive what I did, but please, give me another chance," he said with so much pain, almost on the verge of tears.

"Minho, to be honest, I'm hurt by what you did, and I don't understand why. I thought everything was fine between us." Now you were the one on the verge of tears.

"I'll be honest with you because I love you. I was afraid, afraid that you would be hurt because of my work. The other day, Felix showed me everything they were saying about the girlfriend of an idol, and at that moment, I started thinking about what would happen if they found out about us. Would they hurt you like that? I didn't want to allow that, so I started to withdraw into my thoughts. I wanted to protect you, and my first instinct was to stay away so that those hurtful comments would never reach you. But I can't, I love you so much that my heart won't let me stay away. I'm sorry; I just wanted to protect you, but I did it in the worst way." The love of your life couldn't stop crying, and with everything he told you, you realized that neither of you was the problem.

"Why are you like this? Why do I have to love you so much, Minho? Come here, from now on, things will be better. We just need to talk about it, okay? Nothing will separate us. I love you so much," you reassured him and planted a tender kiss on his cheek.

"I love you too. I'm sorry," he replied, hugging you tightly.

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ೋ Seo Changbin

Changbin didn't even dare to go home after what he did. He had truly hurt you, and he didn't know how to fix it. How could he have been so stupid? Did he distance himself from you just because he loved you? Wasn't that ridiculous? What was he doing with his life? Why wasn't he going to look for you? Those were some of the questions swirling in his mind at night. Lately, insomnia had prevented him from sleeping. He had been having sleepless nights, and every day away from you made him feel dead.

Chris advised him to go look for you before it was too late, but he already felt like a coward and firmly refused. It wasn't until Chan opened his eyes completely that he gave him a hypothetical situation where you both broke up in the worst possible way, even inventing that you could hate him. That day ended with him crying oceans, but with a clear mind, he knew what he had to do. He couldn't fail you once again, so he made his excuses and ran to his apartment. He had to apologize properly, he had to show you how much he loved you, that he would never hurt you again, and he wanted you to know that.

You were finishing up dinner, hoping that today your boyfriend would show up. You missed him so much and didn't want things to end badly between you. You didn't want to break up with him or for him to break up with you. You loved him too much, although you were afraid. He said he was afraid to love you. Was it because of something you did? Were you just a game to him? Why did this have to be happening, and why to you? You thought he really liked you, but his actions showed otherwise. Maybe it was all a bet, and being so naive, you gave him everything. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't even realize someone was knocking on the door.

"I'm coming!" you yelled as a warning, and you headed to the door and opened it. When you saw who was at the door, all you could do was sigh in disbelief.

"Sorry," was the first thing you heard from the person you had been waiting for so long. You couldn't even react when you felt him embrace you.

"I'm an idiot, forgive me. I don't know why I was scared," you began to hear small sobs, and that's when you realized Changbin was crying. So you let him in, offered him some water, and tried to calm him down.

"Tesoro, it's okay, don't worry, alright?" you reassured him, but he only became more agitated.

"Honey, it's not okay at all. It's not okay to ignore you or make you feel bad. I had no reason to be afraid of loving you. It's just the first time someone has made me feel this way, and it was pure panic because I didn't want to lose you, honey. I didn't want my insecurities to affect you, but I think that's all I did. God, I'm such a fool. Please forgive me." So it wasn't you, not a bet, none of that. It was just how you made him feel.

"Oh my god, I thought you didn't love me because you didn't like me. Tesoro, the next time you feel like that, just tell me. We can solve things in a better way. Don't doubt how much I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you, and I'm not afraid to say it. Please don't hate me. I want to be the man you spend the rest of your life with," he told you before giving you a small kiss.

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ೋ Hwang Hyunjin

You knew how closed off he could be. At the beginning of your relationship, it was also very difficult to get him to communicate his feelings with you. It was as if someone had hurt him, and he continued to have the constant fear of talking to you and getting hurt. But it's clear that he knows you wouldn't do such a thing. It's clear that you are the love of his life. No one has ever evoked such feelings in him. Even in his worst moments, he was sure you wouldn't leave so easily. But he needed to meet you to solve his problems. He became so happy and relieved when you sent him an address, telling him to meet you there in 15 minutes.

"Did I make you wait for too long?" he heard behind him, startling him a little.

"No! Of course not. I would wait as long as needed for you, Belle," he said, getting up to greet you. He pulled out your chair, waited for you to sit, and then sat down himself.

"I missed you so much, Hyunnie," you said, looking outside, avoiding eye contact.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened to me. My mind just wouldn't let me do anything. It was like I ceased to exist for a couple of days. I didn't talk to anyone, literally, not even the guys. I know I should have told you that I wasn't feeling well to avoid worrying you, but I truly couldn't. I didn't even want to look at my phone. Nothing was motivating me," he said, his head down, afraid to see your reaction.

"Handsome, don't worry about that. I just want to know why you're feeling like this," you understood that he hadn't been okay with himself lately, so he couldn't be okay with anyone else until he resolved his internal conflicts.

"Oh God, if I say it, I'm going to start crying, Belle."

"And I'll be here to comfort you, my love. Please, talk to me."

"Everything they say about me on social media, they hate me so much, and I can't stand it. Do you hate me?" you could hear the brokenness in his voice.

"Of course not. I could never hate you, Hyunjin. You're the most precious person in my life and probably in the lives of many others. Don't pay attention to them. Those people are just filled with envy. They're jealous because they can't be you. Literally, they're sitting at home, commenting stupid things, while you're touring the world. They're just bitter. So don't listen to them. Many of your fans are doing everything they can to make all of you happy. I love you, okay?" you assured him, taking his hand and kissing it.

"I'm truly sorry. I love you so much. Like I said, I'm yours, and I'll continue to be for the rest of my life. Please love me the same way. Stay with me. In the future, be my wife," Hyunjin declared, looking directly into your eyes.

"I love you like no one else in this world, Hyunjin. In the future, let's be happier than ever."

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the-best-tomato · 2 years

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Out of all my little au’s about pokemon, this is one of my favorites that I like to replay in my head from time to time.

It starts with the reader just suddenly ending up in the world of pokemon, doesn’t really matter how it happened, you just one day appear on a bench in Monostoke with a text message from god along the lines of, “Yeah, I kinda made a mistake bringing you here, but I can’t exactly send you back. Best I can do is give you a working ID and 500 poke dollars, good luck.”

As a reasonable person, your only kinda majorly upset at the news of this, but realizing that your going to make the best out of your situation, so you quickly check up on where you exactly landed plot wise, only to find that you’re at just before the main plot starts. A new goal then presents itself to you, DON’T MESS UP THE PLOT. It’s a simple goal really, you don’t want to some how mess up someone catching Eternatus and have it go on to destroy the region, where would you live then, you can’t exactly afford a ticket out of the country at the moment.

So you find a job in Wyndon, the last place that the protagonists go and find a job at a Battle Cafe. You find the job to be quite entertaining, watching people battle for seating while serving them sweets while business is slow, but when in the middle of a rush, you tend to zone out, barely being able to remember your regulars faces. This is also where Leon enters the picture. He’s your hundredth or so customer during the rush so you’re not paying too much attention any more, although you do find it odd the way he’s dressed, a face mask, grey hat and sweater to match. Then his order’s even stranger, just a small black coffee, no sugar or milk. He even refuses the free cookie on the side, what a weird guy. But because you’re rushing, you don’t leave much more to that thought and misspell his name on his coffee cup as Lee.

The second time he comes along is when the end of your shift is nearing, and you’re tired from the rush that happened not too long ago. He comes in with the same outfit as before, minus the face mask, but very much wet from the rain outside. As you’re also cleaning up the shop however, you don’t really pay much attention to that fact, or to his face for that matter. But you do engage in small talk ranging from the rain, to pokemon battles that you both had recently seen to the strange news of pokemon gigamaxing outside of power spots and the wild area.

You finally get him his drink after half an hour, the same black coffee from before, and when you ask him his name to write on the cup, he chuckles a bit, and says “Lee, just call me Lee.”

The third time he comes by is at the beginning of your shift, and this is the first time where you actually recognize him for who he is, the champion, Leon. Of course, not to make things too awkward, you just pretend you still don’t know who he is. He even asks you if you watch the gym challenge on tv, and you to save yourself, say no, you don’t even watch that much tv or follow any sports.

This surprises Leon, but he’s quick to change the subject after that. Probably so you can both talk about something you would both know, but in the back of your head you can’t help but think that it was possibly because he just wanted someone to talk to that would treat him like a normal person, not the champion.

You two hang out like this a bit more, at the starts and ends of your shifts a few times before another gym leader tags along, Nessa. Of course, when you take their orders, she tells you her name is Nessy, (Oh wow), but you all get along nicely. And when they leave you see her shove his arm in a playful, teasing matter.

This happens a few more times with various other gym leaders before Raihan follows Leon in. You begin chatting them up almost instantly, and you immediately get hit with Raihan openly flirting with you. Trying to keep your innocent and oblivious persona going, you out right ignore him doing so, and before too long you feel the tension in the room rise as you pour them both coffee, your back turned so you don’t see Leon absolutely staring daggers at Raihan. They leave shortly after you hand them their drinks, making you a bit confused in the end, as they had only been there for 5 minutes, and Raihan had stopped flirting after a few attempts of his had failed.

This event probably would have caused you to worry a bit more, but literally the day afterwards, the darkest day occurred, and you got a few days off of work, before getting back to the grind. You realized after your second day back that Leon still hadn’t shown up, but with him still being the champion for a few more days, it wouldn’t surprise you if he was helping repair damages from the darkest day, and also trining to find Ex- Chairman Rose.

It was in the newspaper, one of the days that you actually bought it as you walked to work. As you walked through the streets, ducking into an alleyway as a shortcut, the news caused you to short circuit for a second.

Leon had once again kept his wining streak, getting to be champion for at least one more year.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. As you struggle to figure out why this occurred, with your nose buried in the paper, you bump into someone, and as you look up to apologize, you freeze, it’s Leon, in his champion attire at that. And when he looks at the paper you’re holding, seeing his face on the cover, his face contorting from happy to see you to... whatever that was, you run.

He calls after you, but you run. You don’t know why.

You get on the train, stopping after 30 minutes because of a flock of wooloo, when it hits you.

You fell in love. And that happy little pretend bubble you both loved so much just popped. There couldn’t be anymore pretending anymore. You would have to talk to him eventually, if he even tried to talk to you. You would have to go back.

But ... you’re a coward, so you just called in sick.

Wandering around Hammerlocke, you pretended to be a tourist. Looking through all of the old buildings and structures is quite nice as you avoid any digital build boards with his face. You sit on a bench, looking out onto the wild area, when Raihan passes you by, on the phone. He takes a double take, before ending his call and turning back to you to say hey.

He sits down, and talks about the view for a bit before asking you if you know who the champion is.

“Yes, yes I do.”

Tears begin to fall down your face, turning onto a flood, as Raihan tries his best to comfort you. You began to spill, that you had known for awhile now, but you didn’t want to bring it up because you didn’t want to make things awkward or disappoint him or lose him or-

“Oh Arceus, what happened?”

There he was, in the flesh, again. Leon. He looked disheveled, like he had run a marathon, yet he was still wearing his champion outfit from earlier. He rushed over to you, taking off and draping his cape over you as he asks if you’re alright.

You aren’t alright, but you say yes as you continue to tear up and stare at the setting sun.

Leon begins to say how sorry he is that he didn’t tell you that he was the champion, but with a soft murmur about how you’ve known for a while now. He quiets down, and as you two just sit there, not knowing what to say next, Raihan slips out of there.

Not too long after, he takes you back to Wyndon by way of Charizard and you spend the night at his apartment in the city, just watching random shows you find on late at night.

And when you make up in the morning, it’s to the news going on how the champion might have found someone else, rather than any challengers to give a champion of a time to, followed by what you could see of his phone. Hop and his mother, and a few other numbers sending a few variations of the text, ‘When did you get a girlfriend Mr. Workaholic!’

Oh... well at least you aren’t interfering with the plot anymore.

[I’m sorry if it seemed a little rushed at the end, it’s my first time really writing down something like this, there were also a few plot lines I skipped in order for the story to be a bit more cohesive.]

#pokemon swsh #pokemon #leon x reader

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readingwriter92 · 2 years

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Omg guess who just figure out a probably basic fucking feature of spreadsheets

So. I have a spreadsheet I’m working on of all the fic I’ve read in the past 4~ years. I had a google doc so it’s just moving that data to the spreadsheet. Anyways

so I figured out my clicking the column I have for word count it tallies the total. (9690520) but then I had a thought.

If I can do that. What does it do about like. The ones with text in them

HENCE ME GETTING A COOL GRAPH AND STATS FOR SHIT

(Oh I god I just realized it’ll tell me my frequency of fic authors so oop now I can see just how much I read of my fav fic authors- yikes-)

Fun things I’m learning include

Of course ao3 is the highest website- I tolerate ffnet but by god if I have to use live journal-

According to this “nightmare” and “sick day” are tied as the most frequent fic name (only by five tho) (that list honestly just is an insight into my already known favourite tropes i guess XD)

As of my 1407 fics in here, supernatural is highest fandom at 174 and mcu next with 158. Wtnv weirdly is third with exactly 100

Of course one shots are the highest. But surprisingly have 247 completed chapter fics

General and teen are apparently what I read. Again unsurprising

Highest ship is apparently no ship actually (platonic or romantic) tho I think that’s skewed by ffnet which is always tagged to reflect that and I don’t wanna reread a whole fic for this or it would take a million years

After no ship tho it’s Cecilos and Malec

OKAY BUT. how is destiel at 42??? It’ll have to have gone up once I’ve added more that’s whack

This is revealing to me also that I have misspelled English on occasion bc the language section has English at 1402 and englisj and engish. Also apparently I need to read more French fic

#Ik that’s prob super boring but I have fun so whatever #I love this #man I love looking at fandom stats and this is directly my own stats it’s great #I didn’t consider this until rn and I’ve been doing this spreadsheet for months #in my défense I barely know how spreadsheets work but #XDDDD

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ace-nlis · 3 years

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How they met you & fell in love

a/n: This is the first time I decided to actually write something with the intention of posting it. I hope that whoever reads this enjoys it. I'm sorry if I've misspelled anything, English isn't my first language. I hope I did well for my first writing post >.<

WARNINGS: none apart from slight violence. Female reader. Cussing.

Otherwise; fluffy content.

(Y/n) - Your name

(L/n) - Last name

Like or repost if you enjoy <3

Akaashi:

When you first met him, you thought he was a pretty boy with a resting bitch face. He is an extremely straight forward 'say it how it is' type of person and you respected him for that because it isn’t always easy to just speak your mind upfront in this day and age. He didn’t really look all that friendly or approachable, but since you were friends with Bokuto you just had to suck it up and stick around. It was pretty awkward talking to him or even just being around him at first, until you realized that his exterior was an act and he’s a total softy when he isn’t trying to call Bo out on his bullshit. You found him to be an intriguing person, but also rather intimidating. He was peaceful, he didn’t talk all that much and kept to himself like a true introvert. You were the opposite, more of an ambivert type. You tried your best to befriend him, but little did you know that friendship would spiral into something else along the line.

After a while of being friends, Akaashi got red in the ears in your presence. He was easily flustered around you, and the both of you often tended to flirt and bicker as if it was second nature. The two of you in a room together never got boring. Everyone around you could tell the two of you were head over heels for each other. You thought the opposite though, you felt that the friendship was never going to progress into anything more and that your crush was meaningless because nothing would come of it. After being friends for several months, nearly reaching the 1 year milestone, you eventually started to distance yourself.

You always thought the way Akaashi acted around you was purely just because the two of you had a close bond as friends, nothing more, nothing less. Akaashi on the other hand was devastated when he noticed the drastic changes in the close bond you both shared. He noticed that whenever he walked into a room, you’d disappear. Whenever he tried to call you, you wouldn’t answer the phone and make up some excuse that you were busy. The poor guy felt like his sanity was hanging on a thread and all he wanted was to speak to you, figure out what he did wrong and at least go back to how things once were. One day, he cornered you in an empty classroom. His eyes seemed frantic and he made sure to trap you between his arms and leave no room for you to escape so he could get answers. “(Y/n), are you okay? Why have you been avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?”

It seemed like the questions that were wracking his brain kept tumbling out, and in an overwhelmed panic she stopped him. The next thing the both of them knew was that her lips were pressed to his. At first his eyes were wide and body was stiff with shock. He didn’t know how to respond, and he firmly believed that this was a dream. In her mind, she thought she had just made the biggest mistake of her life because he wasn’t responding to it, he was just standing there and embarrassment slowly started to flood her. Before she could pull away from him, his arms slackened and his hands slid down the wall beside her, eventually placing them on her hips and pulling her body flush against his while kissing her back feverishly. When the two pulled away, they were out of breath and their eyes had a dazed look in them as they locked eyes. He leaned his head against hers and sighed in relief, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he kept his eyes locked on hers. I think that’s when you both knew that there was no way in hell you’d let go of each other at any point in time because it really felt like you were meant to be together.

Oikawa:

You knew of Oikawa Tooru but you never actually wanted to be acquainted with him. To you he sounded like a total sleazebag, a player that loved breaking female students’ hearts left and right. Unfortunately for you, you just so happened to bump into him on Valentines day after having to reject a poor freshman. When you bumped into Oikawa, he thought that you were another girl ready to confess to him due to the box of chocolates in your hands and a smirk instantly made its way onto his face as he reached over to take the box. Your immediate response was to slap his hand away. If looks could kill, he sure as hell would be more than 6 feet under because you were not up for anyone's bullshit. Oikawa gasped in shock and retracted his hand immediately with a pout. “Hey! I know you. You’re (L/n), hmm. Aren’t you a friend of Iwa? You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed about trying to confess to me. I always appreciate a new follower.”

A mix between a scoff and a laugh of disbelief made its way out of you as you immediately shoved the box of chocolates into your bag. “Wow, I knew you were vain but I guess I underestimated just how much. If you think I have any interest in an asshole like you then you must be smoking something. I have no interest in being one of your petty little toys that you hold on a string. I refuse to be one of your little puppets that follow you around to show my undying admiration for someone as shitty as you. No wonder he calls you Shittykawa. You truly are a self centered douche.”

Oikawa’s face was burning red with embarrassment as she pushed past him and continued going to her class. He was astonished, shocked beyond any words imaginary as he stood there and tried to process what had just happened. Eventually he was brought back to his senses when Iwaizumi smacked him over the head and told him to stop staring like a dumbass and get to practice. “Iwa, How do you know (L/n)?” He asked suddenly after they walked in silence for several minutes, which was very unlike Oikawa. “I’m in the majority of her classes and she lives a block away from me. Why?”

“She’s weird. I thought she was gonna confess and then she slapped my hand and called me a douche.” Oikawa said, his tone was completely flat for once and Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at his friend. “Yeah, well what do you expect? She has better things to do than fawn over you, Shittykawa.”

*Insert offended Oikawa noises here*

Needless to say, his first encounter with you was not exactly what he would’ve liked it to be. Slowly though he tried to fish more information out on you, he wanted to understand why you weren’t like the other girls who practically fell in love with him at first sight and why you were the way that you were in general. That meant that any time Iwaizumi would meet up with you at a park to study together or whenever you guys would spend any type of time together that Tooru would tag along. Teachers thought that you were having a blooming friendship with him though and much to your dismay you ended up getting partnered with him on a school project. You felt sick to the pit of your stomach because you truly didn’t want him to come to your home, but he kept insisting and you knew that there would be no point in trying to convince him otherwise so you gave in to his stubbornness.

You felt ashamed the moment he stepped through the front door, your parents were never home and you had to take care of your younger twin siblings. The house was a mess, and that was when he understood why you had such a cold persona around others. You wanted to distance yourself from people and push them away as much as possible in order for you to not have to go through the embarrassment of looking like a train wreck to everyone else in the circumstances that you were in as opposed to your usual well put together attitude. To your surprise though, he was patient. He jumped in on helping you clean, he even helped the twins with any homework questions they had in between working on your project together and showed no judgement. In fact, he gave you a look of understanding.

After that, you were able to tolerate him more and you allowed him to visit the twins more often while even bringing along his nephew for all of them to play together. He taught them how to play volleyball while also helping you in the kitchen when you needed it. He didn’t want to admit it, but he honestly fell in love with you because of how genuine you were. You guys flirted, but it was suffocating to him like all the other girls who flirted with him on a daily basis. He only had interest in you, and you bet your ass Iwa teased the shit out of him for it. Your project got an incredible score of 100% and the two of you celebrated together by playing some volleyball even though you were complete shit at it. He didn’t care though and had fun. You found yourselves hanging a lot more often, being around each other almost 24/7 and you even met his family at some point. They absolutely loved you, and so did he.

He tried to figure out how he’d confess to you, he wanted it to be special. He wanted it to be a moment the both of you would remember because he quite honestly couldn’t see him spending any of his time with any other girl apart from you. Of course he was extremely nervous and skeptical on how to approach it, it was a 50/50 chance of you liking him back. The thoughts left his mind when he heard your voice outside a local supermarket, asking someone to leave you alone and that immediately flipped a switch in his brain. He quickly tried to look for you and found you trying to tell some tipsy guy that you didn’t want anything to do with him to which he immediately went over with his hands tucked in his pocket.

“Hey (Y/n), everything okay?” he asked as he coldly stared at the man that had been harassing you. A quiet “Oh thank god” was whispered underneath your breath as you managed to force your way closer to Tooru. He immediately wrapped one arm around your waist and kept his eyes locked on the other older gentleman that had been bothering you. The guy smirked, “Oh nothing man, I was trying to have a chat with her and she got all bitchy. That’s all.” (Y/n) could feel his body language immediately became a lot more tense, but you quickly pulled at him and tried to evade the situation. “It’s not worth it, Tooru. Let’s just go, okay? We can get some milk bread and watch movies or something.”

“I don’t appreciate the way you talk about my (Y/n)-chan. In fact, I’d advise you to leave her alone before I make you regret even breathing the same air as her. Got that?” He spoke calmly as he gently nudged you out of the alleyway next to the store. “Hey, who the hell do you think you are? Huh? Can’t just take my woman like that, dude.” This is when you truly saw how angry Oikawa could get as all he did was throw a punch and the guy was down. You could only stare in shock at what had just unfolded in front of you. “If you ever talk about her like that again I swear I’ll make you regret you ever existed.” At that he tugged you along and when the two of you were a few blocks away you grabbed hold of his hand and inspected it. “You seriously didn’t have to go that far. I don’t care what a low life has to say about me, at least I don’t live in the streets and I’ve got a roof over my head.” He remained silent for a moment before latching his hand onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “I’d never let anyone do or say anything to hurt you. Remember that. I’m just sorry you had to witness me get like that. I’ll make it up to you though.”

“Oh? I think a date would be a pretty nice way to make it up to me since you insisted on calling me your (Y/n)-chan” you said, giving him a cheeky smile to which he could only reply with a teasing smirk. “Hm, seems only fair after I saved you as heroically as I did.”

“Whatever you say, douche”

*insert baffled Oikawa noises here*

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wearebothdrunk · 3 years

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hey!! Can you do a pillow talk fic with sebastian stan?

yes, of course!

Pillow talk

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word counting: 1712

Warnings: Smut; some fluff

Summary: Some pillow talk with you and sebastian

A/N: Thank you sm for the request! i loved the idea. i had to add some other things because i´m not creative enough to write a lot of pillow talk lmao. But hope you liked anyway. Also, this is the first time i write smut so i´m sorry if this is to awkward.

disclamer: If the Romanian quote it´s misspelled, please send me a message i took it from google translator.

Tag: @dpr-hoe

* gif not mine*

You and Sebastian were at the Marvel Studios all day because he had to do a lot of photoshoots for the new series "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier", in which your boyfriend was the protagonist.

You loved to be able to be with Sebastian in his work, but after 3 hours you were super tired.

"If you want, you can go home. Take the keys, I'll take an Uber," he said, grabbing your face, giving you a kiss on the forehead and handing you the keys.

" I appreciate your concern, but I think I can handle another hour and go with you," you told him handing him back the keys.

"Okay love, but at least go get something to eat"

"Okay dad" you mocked him.

When he was going to tell you something, you got interrupted by his manager. "I hate to interrupt, but they need you Sebastian for one last shot." His face dropped.

"You need to go," you said trying to give him motivation.

"Okay," he said in a sad voice.

He gave you one last kiss and left for the session.

Sebastian was always very worried about you when you went to one of his sessions or interviews because they left him exhausted, so he didn't want you to feel the same way he did.

You decided to go and buy his favorite dessert to cheer him up, tiramisu. ( i searched that lmao)

you went to a store that you knew nearby to buy some.

By the time you got back, Sebastian was being photographed wearing Bucky's suit and the Cap's shield. He looked damn hot.

"Okay guys, let's take a quick break"

Sebastian ran to you.

"You disappeared for a moment. Is everything okay?" he said giving you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yeah, I just went to get some food like you told me to."

" oh okay. Two more pictures and I´m all yours," he said smiling and kissing you again.

"I bought your favorite! "

He looked at you confused until you showed him a bag with a box of Tiramisu.

"TIRAMISU" he shouted laughing " this honestly made my day. thank you babe!" he said putting his two hands behind your neck and kissing you passionately.

"I think I have to buy you some more tiramisu han," you said giggling

"Aren't you going to eat now?" you asked him as he put the tiramisu back in the bag.

"I prefer to eat it on you" he whispered

It took you a moment to realize. "Wait... What?" you said

"I have to go, two more pictures."

You smiled. Did Sebastian Stan just said what you think he said?!

* 30 minutes later*

"I'm ready. let's go home".

*when you arrived home*

As you passed your door´s house, you were pulled into Sebastian's arms, leaving a small, almost non-existent, space between your lips and his. You giggled and he kissed you deeply. You both took off your shoes. He began to remove your clothes, starting with your jacket, leaving it on the floor, which you both stepped over. You made all of this without taking your lips from each other. As more you went up the stairs, the more undressed you became. You both arrived in the bedroom with only your underwear on.

"Where's the tiramisu?" he said in between the kiss.

"Why do you need the tiramisu?" you said pretending not to know.

you pulled him back in for another kiss. He pushed the kiss away making you moan.

"Y/n, the tiramisu?" he said impatiently

"downstairs" you mumbled

He pushed you, softly, onto the bed, making you be lying down.

"Wait here," he said in the middle of the kiss and got up.

" don't be long"

Seconds later he was already in the room again with the bag of tiramisu. He set it down on the bed and went straight to you for another kiss.

"God I missed you," you said

"I was only gone a few seconds," he said giggling

" Yeah, but for someone that is horny, that feels like hours" you pulled him in for another kiss.

He began to remove your panties and bra leaving only your necklace on. You began to put your fingers under his boxers to pull them off for good.

"I want to fuck you so bad y/n" he whispered.

"Then fuck me," you said.

He began to run his lips all over your body, making you moan.

When he got close to your sensitive area, you could feel his breath. You put your hands tangled in his hair preparing yourself for what was coming, but to your surprise, he stopped.

"What? Really," you said in frustration.

" calm down babe. I'm not done yet."

You saw him grab the bag with the tiramisu you bought him.

" Really?" you said

He started to take the lid off and put a spoon inside taking a little bit to taste.

"This is really good y/n," he said with a pleased look on his face.

He started to lean towards you.

" do you want to taste it?" he asked you with a smirk

" okay"

he put a small piece of the dessert in your mouth getting you all dirty.

"Oh sorry, let me clean it up" he leaned in for a kiss and created a sensation that you never felt before.

you giggled.

"It tastes so much better on you babe," he said

he started to take some more, getting ready to put it in your belly and the rest of your body.

"Do you want it?" he asked to make sure you were comfortable.

You looked at him without answering. You could feel your heart beating and were sure that he could hear it too.

"That's okay babe, we can just save it for the movie"

you grabbed his hand. "no, I want Seb" you said.

"Are you sure?" he asked again

" yes"

As he heard those words coming from your mouth, he continued what he was doing before.

As soon as you felt the dessert touch your belly you let out a little moan.

" it's cold," you said giggling

He put it in all the pleasured places of your body. When it finally got close to your core you started to moan louder.

" Seb..." you said as you felt his lips sucking the mess he has done on you.

" God, I love you sm," he said in between your moans.

When he was ready, he posed the tiramisu on the bedside table, kissing you again.

" You are so beautiful" he whispered.

he started giving you kisses on the neck, driving you insane.

"I want you, Seb"

"I want you more" he whispered putting his cock inside of you.

you both moan.

As he moved in and out of you, your breaths became heavier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes

"God Seb, I'm gonna come too"

he started to go deeper and faster, making you come first

" oh god, you´re beautiful baby" he let out in his moans.

You started to moan louder when he finally came.

"Fuck!" he shouted as he lay down on your side.

You put your head on his shoulder and one of your legs on top of his.

"That was good," you said, looking up into his eyes.

He smiled, " yeah, it was a very good baby," he said pulling your hair away from your face.

"Why were you so nervous when I asked you to do... you know what," he asked you

" Oh, it was nothing," you said, clearly lying to him.

"Babe, the truth please. you can feel free to talk to me about that kind of stuff. You are my pattern, I don't want to put you in uncomfortable situations. "

"You didn't put me in an uncomfortable situation. I liked it, a lot." you giggled and he smiled. "But I was just afraid I wasn't up to your expectations in sex, you know? You're the first person I've ever had a real relationship with. Before you, I only had a one-night stand, which I regret. "

"Babe, you're always higher than my expectations. sex is not what I most like about being with you, although it is great. I asked you if you wanted to do it because I feel we have that intimacy. I've never felt as comfortable with anyone as I do with you," he said.

You smiled and held him tighter.

You started talking and talking about everything and nothing. You felt comfortable with each other after all your feeling for him was unique.

"Say something in Romanian," you asked him

"what do you want me to say"

"I don't know, something"

" hmm, vreau să am o familie cu tine" he said smiling at you.

" That was hot," you said and he laughed.

" I'm sure that's a stupid or dirty sentence by your reaction," you said smiling.

" I said I want to have a family with you,"

You were speechless, did he really felt that way?

"and I mean it" he added. "But I don't want to pressure you or anything, let's do it when you feel read-."

he was interrupted with your lips pressed against his. "Let's do it." you said

He looked at you and you could see his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"are you, are you sure, I mean-"

"yes, that's all I want with you"

he got on top of you and you giggled. " I love you y/n"

"I love you too Sebastian Stan" and then he kissed you again.

" you could teach him Romanian," you said

" him?" he giggled.

" yes!!"

" no, first a girl and then a boy," he said smiling at you.

" Two kids?" you asked him

" well, yes, a boy and a girl, but if you don't want-"

" Two boys and one girl," you told him

" hell no," he said laughing

You spent the whole night arguing and laughing about your future making you both realize that this was all you wanted for life.

( they had two boys and one girl haha)

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#Sebastian stan imagine #Sebastian stan #Sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan fluff #Sebastian stan imagines #Bucky Barnes imagines #Bucky Barnes

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here4theheartbreak · 3 years

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Sweet Cream Nights (jjk + ksj + myg)

AO3 Link Here!

Relationships: Jungkook x Seokjin x Yoongi Genre: smut, fluff Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~8.4k

Tags: smut, fluff, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, bakery au, coffee shop au, arcade au, getting together, polyamory, food play, oral sex, come eating, dirty talk, humping

Summary: The local video game arcade owner is in love with the local barista who is also in love with the local baker. What could go wrong?

A/N: Third Kinktober fic, day 5: foodplay

Friendly competition was healthy, normal, and expected from successful business owners with shops near to one another. It only made sense that the two best coffee shops on the same street would have a friendly rivalry, or that the local bakery would compete with the nearby diner serving fresh cakes. What wasn’t normal, and not expected, was the local bakery in such a cutthroat competition with the local arcade.

It wasn’t even really about the products, of course. Individuals routinely purchased snacks or lunch from Seokjin, the owner and baker at History in the Baking – the best bakery in town by any local’s standards, then stopped in two doors down to play a few video games, often with Jungkook, the owner of the Golden Closet; a newer, but booming arcade. There was no loss in business and nothing forcing the rivalry.

Nothing, that was, except Deja Brew, the small café and coffee shop nestled directly between the two businesses. Really, it was because of the owner of the shop, one Min Yoongi.

Yoongi was everyone’s favorite. He liked to put on a grumpy front, often standing out in front of his rather adorable little shop as it opened at 6:37am sharp (he said, because 6:30 is too damn early, and what person wants coffee as late as 7:00am, really?) But it wasn’t real. No, the short, sweet faced grump was really as gentle as could be. He gave the bleary-eyed children of busy moms small sweets and volunteered with local charities. He often worked with Seokjin to make sure no product went to waste; every few days he and Jin would gather up near expiry products – Jin’s baked goods and breads and coffee beans that hadn’t sold, and Yoongi would drive them over to the nearby homeless shelter for breakfasts for the needy.

This was where Jin first realized that he’d fallen truly head over heels for the barista. The only problem he had was that he wasn’t sure if Yoongi liked him back, or if he was even into men. And the idea of ruining the both friendship and business cooperation they had was more terrifying than keeping silent.

Jungkook, on the other hand, knew almost immediately that he wanted to ask Yoongi on a date. The first week he’d moved into the empty space next to Yoongi’s shop, he’d wandered in, exhausted from an all nighter getting things up and running and just needing a quick pick me up. He’d expected something like a fancy Starbucks – in and out and perhaps a misspelled name on the cup to boot. What he’d gotten instead was a very concerned Yoongi herding him to a booth and a warm breakfast; the most delicious oatmeal he’d ever tasted, along with a rich, sweet coffee that made his toes curl and his heart skip. Though, maybe the heart skipping was more Yoongi’s doing than the coffee. Yes, Jungkook knew he’d been swept off his feet. His problem however was that despite being told he was handsome and being quite boisterous and loud in regards to his friends… Once someone he fancied came near, he clammed up; closing himself off and barely speaking more than a few words to the person. Which was what happened with Yoongi.

And Yoongi – for all his attention paid to customers, bills, and the local news – had no idea that he was being courted after by his two neighbors. When their rivalry picked up, Jungkook had blocked Jin’s back door for nearly three hours with a large truck first off; then Jin had had a whole pallet of flour ‘misdelivered’ to Jungkook’s door – he assumed they were old friends, or old enemies. Perhaps exes that were out to get one another. It wasn’t his problem, and he had no care about how they handled their rivalry – just as long as he wasn’t dragged into it.

Seven months, it went on. Seven entire months of petty pranks and murmured name-calling and generally annoyed glares between Jungkook and Jin. And then it happened.

Jungkook was early in to the arcade. It was nearly 6:15, but the sun was shining and he was feeling particularly good. He’d spent the evening out with an old friend who had encouraged him to ask Yoongi out before someone (Jin) did.

He walked past Jin’s shop, glancing in. He could see a few lights on in the back; Jin was always in early, working on his day to day treats. Despite his annoyance with Jin, he had to admit, the man was an excellent baker. And what was more, he was frankly stunning. Tall and broad, slender, with the face of a God – if Jungkook wasn’t so taken with Yoongi he may have gone after Jin. His custom pastries and cakes were stunning and elaborate, and his simple day to day cookies and pastries were always a hit. Rivalry or not, Jungkook knew good sweets, and that man’s were to die for.

He passed the bakery without lingering too long and glanced into the front window of the café. Much to his surprise, the main lights were on; Yoongi normally kept them off until opening time. He looked a little closer, and his stomach did a tight little flip. Yoongi was sitting at one of the tables, sipping coffee… With Seokjin.

They were laughing, and Jin reached over, brushing the tips of his fingers over Yoongi’s cheek. Jungkook saw red. It wasn’t fair. He reached up, ready to tap on the glass, draw Yoongi’s attention, anything. He froze though. What right did he have? He hadn’t made his move on Yoongi fast enough – that was on him. He sighed softly and shook his head, hurrying past the café before one of them caught him peering in like a pervert.

Jungkook tried to ignore the ache he felt as he worked, but every time his mind drifted, it went to what he saw that morning. Was it what he had assumed? Were they just friends? He had to find out. He slipped out under the guise of an early lunch break, entering Deja Brew.

Yoongi was behind the counter, looking stunning as always. He looked up and grinned. “Afternoon, Kook. What can I get you?”

“Whatever you think is good,” Jungkook said, settling in one of the tables. “You know I trust your opinion here.”

“Coming up.”

The shop was empty; Jungkook knew it wouldn’t start getting busy again until about noon. It was nice; he could watch Yoongi working without others wondering what was wrong with him. Yoongi circled around to the table with a tray, setting a sandwich in front of Jungkook along with a coffee.

“Mind if I join you? Grab my own lunch before the real lunch rush.”

“Of course not,” Jungkook grinned, trying not to sound too excited at the prospect.

Yoongi set a similar meal down on the other side and hurried the tray back to the counter before sliding in across from Jungkook.

Jungkook took a bite, groaning happily. “This is amazing.”

“Apple sausage with fresh veggies. I managed to get some really great products at the farmer’s market this weekend, and Jin gave me a deal on the bread. Nobody does these little sandwich loaves like he does.”

The smile slid from Jungkook’s face. He tried to replace it, ignoring the twist in his gut. Well, this was what he came for; might as well rip the bandage off. “You and Jin are pretty close, huh?”

“I think so,” Yoongi said casually, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“How long have you two been…” He drifted off. Yoongi’s brows furrowed for a moment. He swallowed the bite in his mouth.

“Been friends? About a year. We met a few months before you joined our little shop front.”

“No… Dating,” Jungkook clarified.

Yoongi coughed, laughing after taking a swig of coffee. “Dating? No, no. Jin and I aren’t dating. I’d love to but… He’s not into me that way.”

“Are you kidding? He’s obsessed with you,” Jungkook said without thinking, wanting immediately to kick himself. “I saw you two this morning when I was walking to my arcade. I figured… You know… It was a date.”

Yoongi chuckled and shook his head. “I’ll take your word for it, but no… We were just having breakfast.” He hesitated. “Do you really think he likes me?”

Jungkook snorted. “He adores you. I mean, why wouldn’t he? You’re funny and smart and one of the most caring guys in this town. Plus you make amazing coffee, you’re independent. And you’re handsome as hell and I—” He froze, realizing Yoongi was staring at him, eyes wide.

“I—I just mean you two are a good match,” he mumbled.

“I appreciate the plethora of compliments, but no we aren’t.” Yoongi chuckled. “Jin’s damn near a model.”

“He really is. I’ve never seen someone with such broad shoulders that doesn’t look weird. And his smile…” Jungkook shook his head, smiling a little. “He’s stunning. But you are too.”

“Well, maybe I’ll ask him out. But… I don’t think he’d be into my lifestyle.”

Jungkook’s brows raised. He twitched his head to the side, mouth pursing. When Yoongi didn’t continue, he nudged him with his foot under the table.

“Lifestyle?”

“It’s… Very hard to explain.”

“If it’s not comfortable, I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s not that. I am comfortable with it. I just wish others were,” Yoongi mumbled.

“It sounds intriguing… I’ll listen without judging, you know me.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “You do have a knack for that, don’t you?” He sighed. “I’m not… Comfortable in traditional relationships. I never have been.”

“Like sexually?”

“Oh no, no. I’ve always been very sexual being. No, I mean traditional monogamy. I believe in faithfulness and I abhor cheaters… But for me the traditional two-person relationship is dull and unfulfilling. It’s like… I feel like I have so much love to give and no matter how much I give to the other person there’s this space missing.” He sighed again. “It’s very hard to explain to folks.”

“You feel like the true way to be happy in a relationship is to have more than one partner?” Jungkook clarified.

“For me, yes. I’m not disparaging traditional relationships, I just… When I date someone, I feel like there’s still this gap there, waiting to be filled by a third party. And it doesn’t matter to me whether that third is dating my first partner, or if they’re just dating me, or even if they’re dating someone else that I’m not dating, I’m okay with any combination, I just… I need to have more than what traditional monogamy can give me.”

“I get it,” Jungkook said, nodding. He sipped his coffee as he thought, processing the information. “I don’t see anything wrong with what you feel. You still love and believe in being faithful; I’m guessing seeking a third partner, or a fourth or however many would be something that you’d discuss with your partner originally.”

“Oh of course, but therein lies the problem. The majority of people don’t understand this mindset. They hear something about wanting another partner and insecurity crops up. Are they not good enough, do they not satisfy, am I falling out of love with them and there’s really no way to explain to a person who sees things in the traditional way.”

Jungkook nodded. He scowled at the remnants of his sandwich in thought, trying to put himself in Yoongi’s shoes, or in the shoes of someone Yoongi might be dating.

“It’s gonna catch fire if you laser focus any more on that bread,” Yoongi joked, his voice a little tense. Jungkook looked up. “Oh, sorry.” He laughed. Yoongi looked as tense as he sounded, and Jungkook wondered if he was waiting for a sort of negativity about what he’d just confessed.

“I was thinking about the type of relationship you described.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, trying to put myself in that place – the mind of someone you might be dating who you told this to.”

“What’s the verdict? Would you dump me?” Yoongi laughed as he spoke, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Jungkook shook his head no.

“When I think about it, I don’t deny my initial thought would be to ask if you were happy – I feel like that’s everyone’s gut response. We were raised in a monogamy preferred society, so it’s just… Natural to think that way. Not right, of course… We were also raised in a heterosexual society and I think it’s pretty clear that’s bullshit.”

Yoongi and Jungkook both chuckled at that. Jungkook continued.

“But I think if you explained that you were, and how you just told me about it, I think I’d get it. I would want to be with you in the process though. I don’t think I’d be comfortable with my partner seeking out another person without me. That would feel too much like hiding or cheating. But I think if we went together and met folks, or even had a person in mind that you wanted to ask, I’d want to like them too. Maybe not as much as I liked you, but some sort of friendship or agreement that you’d be good together, if that makes sense.”

Yoongi was silent for a long time after Jungkook spoke. He couldn’t figure out his expression. There were subtle shifts in it, and sometimes Yoongi looked close to tears, other times happy, and blank. Jungkook wanted to ask what he was thinking, or if he’d said something wrong, but didn’t want to push Yoongi into answering if he was still processing.

So he went back to eating, finishing the last of his sandwich and sipping the sweet coffee while he waited. He looked outside, watching the traffic pass through the window. Some familiar faces passed by, likely heading into his arcade next door. He should head back at some point soon, he’d left Taehyung in charge, which was fine in the short term, but Taehyung had a way of getting too up in his head or too hyperfocused on one thing – so it was best to have a second person there to bring him back to reality.

Jungkook was just about to clear his throat and call it a meeting when Yoongi looked up suddenly, meeting his gaze.

“Jungkook…”

“What?” Jungkook laughed a little, the intensity of Yoongi’s gaze startling. Not to mention, arousing; he’d never been looked at like that before. At least… Not by anyone he liked back.

“I’m in my late twenties,” Yoongi began, finally breaking the gaze to gather their plates. “And I’ve known this about myself since I was very young… Thirteen, fourteen maybe?” He rose, holding the plates and his empty cup. “In all that time I’ve never had someone respond how you just did. Taking the time to process and try to understand and… Get it. Maybe not think the same way as me but… Be able to offer me an answer that wasn’t going to break my heart. That would let me and them be happy.”

“I—”

Yoongi shook his head, his mouth curling up into a bright, gummy smile. “You asked about Jin because you’re jealous, didn’t you?”

Jungkook felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He lowered his gaze, nodding softly. “That’s weird, huh?” He mumbled.

“I think it’s cute.” Yoongi leaned down, his breath warm on Jungkook’s ear. “And I think you’re cute Jeon Jungkook.” He shifted, pressing a quick kiss to Jungkook’s cheek before standing upright.

Jungkook’s head snapped up when Yoongi rose. “What?”

Yoongi smirked. “I don’t mince my words. You heard me.” Yoongi glanced at the door, nodding to a customer approaching that he must have recognized. “My lunch rush is about to start,” Yoongi said as the bell dinged, signaling the customer’s entrance. “Come by when I close. I want to talk to you more.”

Jungkook grinned brightly, his nose crinkling up. He rose quickly and nodded even as Yoongi walked away. “I will,” he said, not wanting to turn his back as he watched Yoongi walk behind the counter. “I’ll see you—” He winced when his hip bumped the corner of a table hard enough to sting. He moved out of the way, nearly running into the customer.

“Sorry!” He cried, bowing low. He glanced up, his cheeks warm as he spotted Yoongi watching him, an amused smirk on his face.

Jungkook made it out of the café and over to his arcade without any further accidents. His mind was whirring over what had just happened. Yoongi had said he was cute. Yoongi had kissed his cheek. And asked him to come over. Was this happening? Was he going to win the guy?

The other information Yoongi provided him also crept back in. Now that Yoongi dating him might be reality, rather than theory, would Jungkook really be okay with sharing him with another partner? The more he thought about it, the more he realized he would. The idea of sharing Yoongi with someone else was intriguing. He wondered how date nights might look, if Yoongi would call them both boyfriends – if the other partner would even be a boy. What if he fell for that one too? It was something he’d never considered before; being in love with two men at the same time, but it was something that he was very interested in exploring. What was Yoongi’s type too? Would it be someone else similar to Jungkook? Or totally opposite? His mind wandered through all the possibilities, making the day pass easily.

Shortly before closing time, the front door opened. Jungkook glanced up from where he was sanitizing one of the game systems. His brows rose, disappearing into his shaggy hair when he saw none other than Jin standing in his doorway.

“Good afternoon,” he said politely, bowing. “You looking for something specific? We have some open computers at the internet bar, and some other game systems. I just cleaned this one, so—”

“I’m looking for you,” Jin said bluntly. His jaw was set, giving him a stern look, but there was something unreadable in his eyes. “Can we chat?”

“Of course.” Jungkook nodded, heading behind the small counter that housed a few mini fridges worth of snacks and books filled with codes and game information. He tucked the sanitizing supplies on the bottom shelf and waved Taehyung over. “Keep an eye on the front for me, okay?”

Taehyung glanced at Jin before nodding to Jungkook. Jungkook motioned for Jin to follow him, unlocking a nondescript door that led into an “office” – really it was a gutted storage closet, but it worked to keep the fancy and important stuff out of sight of customers… And for private meetings. Jungkook leaned on the small desk.

“What do you need to talk about?”

“When did you start dating Yoongi?”

Jungkook blinked. “Who said I was dating him?”

“I saw you two this afternoon. He kissed you.”

“He kissed my cheek,” Jungkook corrected. “And you’re a snoop.”

“The shop’s windows aren’t exactly hidden away. I was walking past and saw.”

Jungkook nodded. He sighed and went around, slumping into the folding chair he’d set up to sit in while dealing with bills and other business things. “Well, we aren’t dating. I assumed he was dating you… I saw you two awful cozy this morning.”

“Oh, now who’s the snoop?” Jin grumbled, leaning on the door.

The two remained silent for a long time, staring each other down across the small space. Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how the fabric of Jin’s shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. Though it was a well fitted, button up shirt, it still seemed tight with his body. His belt was cinched around his waist, making his slender hips all the more obvious as well. Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to hold onto those slender hips, or wrap his arms around the broad shoulder span. And the more he looked, the more he noticed Jin’s mouth and neck. The curve of his throat, ridged with muscle, his full, pink lips that looked just a little chapped – but still oh so soft. The gentle curve of his nose and the smooth, shiny glow to his skin. Despite working in a bakery all day, not a hair was out of place, bangs parted just so to show a broad, smooth forehead that was begging to be kissed.

It was Jungkook who broke first, laughing in the silent room. He shook his head. “This is so stupid,” he said through bursts of laughter. Jin tried to remain stoic but broke as well, laughing along with Jungkook.

When their laughter faded, Jungkook shook his head, wiping his cheeks. “Look, I do like Yoongi. That’s no secret. And yeah, he did kiss my cheek – he was flirting. So, if you like him… I encourage you to tell him.”

“You just said he likes you.”

“And he likes you too. He told me today.” Jungkook hesitated. He didn’t want to say too much about what Yoongi told him; it wasn’t his place to tell. “You should talk to him. His answer might surprise you. But either way – we’ve been fighting over him for months, when in reality this is his choice. He deserves to know the truth so he can make that choice.”

Jin’s shoulders sagged just a little. He nodded. “I know you’re right. But I don’t want to make it harder for him if he has decided to date you.”

“I know you don’t, but you won’t know what he decides until you tell him. He’s a big boy – I’m sure he can handle it.”

Jin chuckled. “True… Thanks, Jungkook.” He turned to go, then turned back. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a dick these past few months.”

Jungkook grinned. “I’m not. It’s been fun. I’ve kinda enjoyed our pranking.”

“Is that so?” Jin smirked. “Well, maybe I won’t stop then.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Jin turned and walked out, leaving Jungkook to wrestle with far more internal questions than he had answers for.

That night, Jungkook headed over to Deja Brew as soon as he closed things up. The lights were mostly off, save for a few near the back and behind the counter. Assuming it was locked, Jungkook knocked gently. He saw movement from the back, and Yoongi came rushing out. Even in the fading sunlight, Jungkook could see he looked a little flushed and surprised. He opened the door, smiling brightly. “You came.”

“Of course I did… You okay?” Jungkook could see his cheeks were mottled and his hair was a little mussed.

“Yes. But… I have to tell you something.”

Jungkook stepped into the café, letting Yoongi close and lock the door behind him. He shouldered his bag a little higher onto his shoulder. “What do you have to tell me?”

“There’s been… A bit of a development. That I didn’t expect… When I told you to come by.”

“Oh?”

“Evening, Jungkook.” The voice came from the back room, where Yoongi had rushed from. Jungkook looked over Yoongi’s shoulder, his eyes widening. Jin was leaning against the doorframe. He was wearing the same shirt as he had been when he met Jungkook, but now it was hanging open save for two bottom buttons, his firm, broad chest exposed. It was damp with sweat and flushed red, as was Jin’s face and ears. His hair was a little mussed and his mouth – if anyone could believe it – was just a little plumper.

“Oh!” Jungkook backed up. “I am so sorry. I didn’t realize—”

“Don’t go,” Yoongi whispered.

“But you and Jin—”

“He came over,” Yoongi nodded. “But I want to talk to you still. I don’t want you to go, please.”

Jungkook nodded. He met Jin’s gaze, a little surprised to see a gentleness there. He’d won – he expected Jin to look smug. He followed Yoongi back into the back room, and Jin followed as well, leaning against a nearby wall.

“Jin came over earlier,” Yoongi began. “He said you encouraged him to.”

“I did. He came to me and I said it was only fair to you. To tell you how he felt and let you choose. I guess he did and… You did.”

“How do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, you two…” Jungkook motioned to Jin’s open shirt.

“Oh, yeah. We did. I mean, we are… But… I told you earlier today. How I felt,” Yoongi said. “You said… A lot. About how you’d feel about it. Was that true?”

“About the… More than one person thing?”

Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah, I meant it all. I wouldn’t mind. If I knew you cared and were happy, I’d try.”

“Well I told Jin too.”

“And I said the same thing,” Jin added.

Jungkook smiled softly. “I’m glad. It’s good to find similarly minded people.”

“Jungkook,” Jin stepped forward. “You’re kinda dumb, aren’t you?”

Jungkook pouted. “No,” he mumbled. “I was just trying to be fair, I didn’t—”

“Jungkook, you and me and Yoongi all say the same thing. We’d be happy to try a relationship with more than one person.”

“Yeah, I got that…” Jungkook said, glancing between the two.

“Right… And we both like Yoongi,” Jin continued. “And… Considering the way you were eye fucking me in the office earlier…”

Jungkook’s eyes bulged. He opened his mouth to argue, but Jin shook his head. “I know when someone is giving me that look. I would’ve told you to stop if I didn’t like it.”

“You…”

“Think you’re kinda… Annoying.” Jin laughed at Jungkook’s expression. “And really attractive. Plus you’re competitive and stubborn and loyal…”

“You didn’t lose anything, Jungkook,” Yoongi said. “If you don’t want to lose, that is. If you want… You can both have me.”

Jungkook’s eyes bulged. Comically, if the laughter of Yoongi and Jin meant anything. “You mean—I—I could be with you both?” Jungkook stumbled over his words, wanting to kick himself.

Yoongi nodded. “Why should I choose between you when you both want me and I… Want both of you. And since you’re both okay with sharing me, then… It only seems fair to do so.”

“I was simply getting started a little early,” Jin teased, pulling Yoongi back to him. He kissed him hard.

Jungkook wasn’t sure what to do. He’d just been given the okay – he could date Yoongi – and Jin. He stepped forward, setting his backpack on the ground. Cautiously, he reached out, touching Yoongi’s wrist.

Jin broke the kiss. “Don’t be shy,” he murmured, nuzzling Yoongi’s neck even as he looked up at Jungkook.

Jungkook took a deep breath. He stepped forward, pulling Yoongi to him and kissing him. The reality of what was happening seemed to hit him suddenly when their lips met. He grabbed his cheeks, holding him close even as Yoongi laughed into his mouth. Jungkook felt a warmth behind him and hands on his hips. Jin.

“Can I share you too, Jungkook?” Jin whispered in his ear. Jungkook broke the kiss with Yoongi, looking over to meet Jin’s gaze.

“I—I guess so.”

Jin smiled softly. He stepped to the side, wrapping one arm around Jungkook and pulling him into a deep, needy kiss. His mouth tasted of warm, sweet vanilla and a hint of spice, while Yoongi’s had tasted like coffee beans and chai. It was the perfect blend.

Yoongi’s mouth landed on his neck, his hand sliding Jungkook’s front as he and Jin kissed. He felt hands on his jeans and gasped, breaking the kiss. He glanced down. Jin was undoing Jungkook’s jeans.

“You can stop me,” Jin said softly.

“And me,” Yoongi added.

“No,” Jungkook leaned back, sliding his hand up Yoongi’s neck and through his hair. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” He reached forward, touching Jin’s bare chest before sliding lower, his fingers tracing the firm muscle of his abdomen. He undid the other two buttons of his shirt and pulled it open just as Jin opened his jeans. The slid down a little, and Yoongi helped, pushing them the rest of the way down to his ankles. Jungkook toed his sneakers off and kicked the jeans off. He let go of Jin’s chest to turn, grabbing Yoongi’s belt. “I’m not gonna be the only one with no pants,” he said.

Yoongi laughed. “I’ve already had my pants off. I put them on when you came in.”

“Oh, is that so?” Jungkook undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. “What were you two doing in here?” He looked back at Jin, who smirked.

“I was showing him just how… Versatile my food can be.”

“Is that so?”

Jin nodded. Jungkook pushed Yoongi’s jeans down and turned. “Well now I’m envious… Can I get a lesson in that diversity too?” He pouted.

Jin smirked. “I’m sure that can be arranged. He circled around the two and opened a small fridge under Yoongi’s desk. He pulled out a small cheesecake and a can of spray whipped cream. “Mind if I get some things from up front, Yoongi?”

Yoongi shook his head no, busying himself kissing along Jungkook’s neck. “Bet this isn’t at all what you expected tonight,” he murmured.

“Not at all,” Jungkook leaned into his touch. “But I’m not complaining.”

He turned, pulling Yoongi’s shirt off over his head. He took a moment to stroke his hands over Yoongi’s soft skin, tweaking his nipples just a bit and giggling when Yoongi hissed. Yoongi moved forward, forcing Jungkook to walk backwards until his back hit the wall. He moaned openly, grabbing Yoongi’s hips.

“Don’t come in your shorts now, I have some fun for you two,” Jin teased when he re-entered, holding a cup of coffee and a bowl of what looked like ice. He set them on the table next to the food and beckoned the two over.

“Yoongi… He smirked. He scraped a small chunk off the cheesecake and brought the fork toward Yoongi. Yoongi opened his mouth for it, but Jin moved the fork at the last second, smearing the cheesecake over Yoongi’s bare collarbone. He looked at Jungkook. “Go on.”

Jungkook grinned. He moved forward, gently licking and sucking the cheesecake from Yoongi’s collarbone. He let his teeth graze over the area, enjoying the squeeze of Yoongi’s hands on his waist.

“Take your shirt off now,” Jin whispered when Jungkook had cleaned Yoongi’s skin, and left an array of delightful red marks in his wake. Jungkook obeyed, stripping his shirt off and tossing it to the side. Jin did the same, and stripped his jeans off as well, leaving all three in their boxers. Jin grabbed the can of whipped cream, looking between the two. “Who wants a treat?”

“Yoongi,” Jungkook said. “I stole his cheesecake after all.”

Jin stepped forward and reached out, palming Jungkook through his boxers. Jungkook gasped, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“Lets get these off then,” Jin whispered, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s jaw. Yoongi stepped forward, sliding them down his hips. Jin made a low noise of appreciation when his cock sprang free. He shook the can once more.

“It’ll be cold,” he warned before tipping it upside down. He pressed Jungkook’s cock down a little further so it was more parallel to the ground and sprayed a few lines of the creamy dessert whip over his shaft.

Jungkook forced his eyes open as Yoongi sank to the ground, licking his lips. He grasped Jungkook’s cock gently behind the tip, careful not to disturb the whipped cream, and looked up at him. Slow and steady, he began to lap to Jungkook’s cock, catching the cream with his tongue. Each inch slipped into his mouth, hot and warm and slick, Jungkook gasped, reaching out for anything to brace himself. Jin caught him, holding his hips to keep him upright as Yoongi sucked his cock.

“That’s it, feels nice, doesn’t it?” Jin murmured in his ear, reaching up to pinch Jungkook’s nipples gently. Jungkook moaned, stroking his fingers through Yoongi’s hair.

“Wanna repay the favor?” He asked softly when Yoongi had sucked all the cream from Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook nodded. “But—What about you?” He asked, sliding his hand down to palm Jin’s cock.

Jin smirked. “Oh, wanna see what I have too?” He teased. Jungkook nodded.

“Only fair,” Yoongi said as he stood. He slid his own boxers off and they turned to Jin, shedding the final article of clothing he wore as well.

Jin handed Jungkook a piece of ice. “Put it in your mouth… And suck my cock,” he instructed. He took a mouthful of coffee and knelt in front of Yoongi. Glancing up, he winked. He grabbed Yoongi’s cock and gave it a few strokes before slowly sliding it past his closed lips. Yoongi groaned and jerked. A bit of the warm coffee dribbled out, down Jin’s chin and chest. He began to bob his head, and Jungkook could hear the slosh of the coffee in his mouth as he sucked Yoongi.

Jungkook dropped to his hands and knees and placed the ice chip in his mouth. He grabbed Jin’s cock and gave it a few strokes, blowing first gently on it. Jin shuddered and grabbed the back of Jungkook’s neck, squeezing just enough to be known. Jungkook watched goosebumps appear on his thick thighs. He leaned down further and sucked Jin’s cock into his mouth. He flicked the slowly melting ice chip over and around it, using Jin’s grip on the back of his neck to guide what felt the best. Yoongi’s moans were filling the air, as well as the heavy breathing of all three and the wet noises of the two sucking. Jin pulled back and swallowed, gasping and moaning Jungkook’s name. Yoongi sank to the ground and grabbed another ice chip, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder. He moved back, allowing Yoongi to take over.

Jungkook stood and grabbed a forkful of the cheesecake. He slowly streaked it down his belly and over his cock, leaving a little bite on the tip of his cock. Jin smirked, his mouth open already. Jungkook guided him to his cock, moaning when Jin took his tip into his mouth. He sucked hard, flicking his tongue over the top of the head to get the remnants of cheesecake. He moved up then, shifting as much as he could with his cock in Yoongi’s mouth, and licked and nibbled at Jungkook’s belly. Down, over his cock, firm licks and daring grazes of his teeth that had Jungkook tensing in preparation for pain – and moaning in disbelieving arousal when it didn’t come. He was dribbling precoma freely, and knew he wouldn’t last long. Jin pulled back and moaned, tugging on Yoongi’s hair gently.

“Stop, stop—I’m gonna come,” he whined.

Yoongi pulled back, looking up at him. “Isn’t that the point?” He teased.

Jin chuckled. “I suppose. But it wouldn’t be fair of you to hoard it to yourself, what if Jungkook wanted a taste?”

Jungkook smirked. “He could share with me after it’s already in his mouth, I suppose.”

Jin’s breathing caught, just a bit, and he nodded. “I suppose he could.” He and Yoongi rose and Jin grabbed a small bowl from the fridge. “My homemade frosting,” he explained when Jungkook twitched his head at it. He uncovered the bowl and took a spoon, stirring it. “Yoongi. Come here.”

When Yoongi approached, he slathered the frosting over the length of Yoongi’s thick cock, adding a playful swirl to the dollop at the tip. He looked to Jungkook. “He’s the only one you’ve not tasted yet. Go for it.”

Jungkook sank down and took him into his mouth quickly, moaning around his length. The rich, sweet vanilla cream blended perfectly with Yoongi’s salty precome, dribbling in and teasing him with the promise of more. Jungkook bobbed his head quickly, eager to swallow down both the frosting and Yoongi’s unique taste. Yoongi held back no sounds, tugging softly at Jungkook’s hair as he moaned happily.

Jin dropped down next to Jungkook, shifting to suck and lick at the part of Yoongi’s cock not in Jungkook’s mouth. They switched, taking turns lavishing attention over Yoongi’s cock. Their mouths often met in wet kisses, his cock slotted between their lips. He whined, his hips bucking.

“Please—” He panted. “It’s okay, you can come,” Jin purred, swallowing his cock down. He backed up, letting Jungkook do the same. They kept at it until Yoongi’s cock began to throb. As it did, Jungkook pulled back, holding it towards them and stroking quickly. The ropes of come erupted from his cock, hitting both on the cheeks and open mouths. Jungkook whined softly, feeling a rope shoot over his tongue. As his orgasm faded, Jin grabbed Jungkook’s face, kissing him hard. They cleaned Yoongi’s release from one another with kisses, sharing the salty treat between them.

Yoongi sank down, his legs shaking visibly. He grabbed for Jungkook and Jin’s cocks, stroking one in each hand as they made out. Jungkook pulled back in time to see Yoongi leaning forward, swallowing Jin’s cock down as he stroked Jungkook’s. He switched after a few moments, wrapping his perfect lips around Jungkook’s cock and stroking Jin’s.

“God, I’m already close,” Jungkook whined, holding onto Jin as Yoongi bobbed his head along his shaft.

“Come in his mouth,” Jin murmured. “You can see how much he wants it.”

Yoongi whined in agreement, his breath hot around Jungkook’s cock. He began to bob his head a little faster, reaching up to play with Jungkook’s balls as he did.

“That’s it,” Jin praised, stroking the back of Yoongi’s neck. Jungkook let his head fall onto Jin’s shoulder, his fingers biting into his side as Yoongi’s mouth dragged him closer to orgasm. He grunted, biting his lip. Jin slid his hand down, squeezing Jungkook’s ass. He brushed his finger teasingly over Jungkook’s hole, smirking when he jumped.

“Sensitive,” teased.

Jungkook moaned, pushing his hips forward, pumping into Yoongi’s mouth, and back toward Jin’s hand. The hand disappeared from his ass for a moment. He heard Jin spit and it was back, one finger slipping into his hole. Jungkook shouted in surprise. His hips jerked forward and back, gagging Yoongi.

“Sorry,” he panted, laughing breathlessly as Jin began to finger him. Yoongi gave a thumbs up, shifting to adjust his movements.

Jin found Jungkook’s prostate easily and began to rub and press it, murmuring soft praises in his ear.

Jungkook whimpered. He tugged Yoongi’s hair gently. “I can’t hold back,” he gasped in warning. Yoongi nodded as well as he could and pulled back, focusing his oral work on Jungkook’s tip. He rubbed and pressed his balls gently at the same time Jin pushed a second finger up his ass, scissoring them and rubbing against his spot. Jungkook swore, his legs beginning to shake. His cock jerked as his orgasm hit, spilling ropes of come into Yoongi’s mouth.

Jin slowed his fingers but kept them buried inside Jungkook, rubbing just enough to keep a low level orgasmic buzz running through Jungkook as he milked him dry.

Yoongi rose, his mouth open to show the come in it. He winked at Jungkook before pulling Jin into a deep kiss. Jungkook struggled to stay upright, watching them share his come.

When Yoongi pulled away, Jin withdrew his fingers momentarily.

“Can I keep fingering you while I come?” He asked.

Jungkook smirked tiredly. “Of course.” He bent over the desk, wiggling his ass playfully.

“Wanna finger mine too?” Yoongi teased.

“Well, I’d like to do more than that,” Jin murmured, kissing Yoongi once more. “But I’ll settle for rubbing off on it… If you’ll let me.”

Yoongi immediately bent over the desk next to Jungkook, kissing him softly. Jin added more spit to Jungkook’s hole, going back to fingering him lazily. Jungkook whined, his soft cock still dribbling weak ropes of come at the right pressure on his spot. He glanced over, watching Jin spit on his other hand to slick his cock. He slid it up, along Yoongi’s perky ass, and moaned, immediately beginning to hump against it.

After a while, Jin pulled his fingers free from Jungkook’s hole and squeezed Yoongi’s ass, swearing softly.

“Spread it,” he panted. Yoongi obeyed, spreading his ass open for Jin.

Jin spat against his hole, and Jungkook watched him slide a finger in gently. Yoongi moaned, deep in his chest as he did. Jin removed his finger and lined his cock up, poking the tip gently against Yoongi’s tight hole. He paused, jerking his cock quickly.

He moved over to Jungkook, squeezing his ass.

“Spread,” he panted. Jungkook obeyed, blushing darkly when he heard Jin spit and felt a glob land on his hole. Jin went immediately with his cock, spreading it with the tip and nudging Jungkook’s hole. Slightly more relaxed from the earlier fingering, Jungkook felt his hole give a little, and he moaned.

“Goddamnit,” Jin panted. Jungkook could hear him stroking his cock, the nudges against his hole becoming more persistent. “I wish I could fuck you both,” he grunted.

“Next time I’ll have lube,” Yoongi murmured. “I’d particularly like to see you take Jungkook and pound him against the wall… Looks like you make such pretty sounds with a cock up your ass, Jungkook.”

Jungkook laughed breathlessly, moaning softly. “I think I do… I love begging for it,” he admitted.

Both Jin and Yoongi made appreciative noises.

“I’d like to fuck him after,” Yoongi continued. “Lay him on his his belly right over there… And fuck him after you gape his ass. You could fuck me while I was doing it.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jin swore. He moved between them and grabbed the plate of cheesecake, setting it on the table. With a soft groan and a series of rhythmic grunts, Jin came, thick ropes spilling from his cock over the dessert.

Jungkook met Yoongi’s gaze and smirked, understanding the intention. They both grabbed forks and began to cut into the cake, feeding one another the come covered bites over Jin’s cock. He moaned softly, seeming to shudder and relax as they ate. Jungkook scooped up the last bite and stood straight, holding it out for Jin, he took it gladly, meeting Jungkook’s gaze as he chewed and swallowed. He leaned forward, kissing Yoongi and then Jungkook. Jungkook returned the kiss, pulling back to kiss Yoongi as well.

The three redressed and cleaned up the office in relative silence, each seeming to be going over what had happened.

“So… That was… Admittedly a little unexpected,” Yoongi said finally, settling into his chair behind the desk. Jin, for all his gusto, looked a little shy, and Jungkook was worried.

“Was it too much?” Jungkook asked.

“I don’t think so. Not for me, at least… What about you two?”

“I liked it,” Jin said. “I had fun and it was a good way to… Try out this dynamic, of all three of us. I’ve never… I’ve never dated more than one person at a time, but I like Jungkook, and I want to try it. And I know it’s where you feel comfortable. So for me, it was nice to sort of… See where we all stood and get close in a new way.”

Jungkook nodded. “I agree. I had said earlier today that I’d be fine with my partner dating someone else, and I kept thinking about that during the day. My mind did wander to Jin a few times, I won’t lie. I think he’s the best match for both of us. He and I have always had our…”

“Rivalry,” Jin filled in, laughing a little, and Jungkook nodded.

“Yes, rivalry. That I have enjoyed. And I obviously care a lot for you, Yoongi… I’m happy with tonight and… I hope we can move forward as a … Well, not really a couple, are we?”

Yoongi laughed. “Not exactly. There’s a lot of words that people have come up with for folks in our dynamic, we can figure it out later. For now I’m content just knowing that there’s no regrets. And that we all want to move forward into… Dating.”

Jungkook and Jin both nodded eagerly.

“How will dating work?” Jungkook asked. “Do the three of us go together? Two at a time? I mean… Since Jin and I, I figured… You are okay with… Wanting to date me too?”

“I’d like to try it,” Jin said, nodding in agreement.

“I’ve never actually had this kind of relationship,” Yoongi admitted, “despite wanting it for so long. I think we’ll have to sit down together and really hash out what each of us need in a relationship, and how the other two can best provide it. I do know that for this sort of thing… We need to be open with each other.”

Yoongi rose as he spoke, going over to Jin and Jungkook. He took each of their hands in his own. “Communicating is the only way this can work, okay? No more secrets, no more unspoken words and passive aggressive pranking.”

Thy all shared a chuckle at that. Jungkook shook his head. “I think pranking has really become Jin and I’s love language… You’re not gonna stop the pranks, Yoongi.”

Yoongi sighed dramatically, grinning. “And here I was hoping I’d get to avoid Jin shouting at seven in the morning when you’ve stolen his mixer yet again.”

Jungkook grinned brightly as Jin laughed.

“Look, that was a good prank!” Jungkook defended.

“Yeah, only because I returned it shutting down your fuse box the next day.”

Jungkook glared, but grinned as he was doing it. “We’ll keep you out of the pranks,” he promised, looking back to Yoongi.

“I don’t mind. Just don’t prank me.”

“It’s late,” Jin said. “Why don’t we all have a light dinner together tomorrow after closing? We can meet here, I’ll bring some stuff from the bakery too, and we can have some of the leftover sandwiches from your café. We can all sit together and really talk about what we need and what we’d like from this sort of relationship.”

Jungkook and Yoongi nodded. “I like that idea. I’d like to think more about it anyways,” Jungkook admitted. “I know I want this, but I’ve not been in a lot of relationships, so… When someone asks me what I want from even a traditional two person… I don’t think I could answer. I need to really think and figure it out.”

“I feel like that’s a fair assessment,” Yoongi said. “I’m in a similar boat. The idea that you’re both… Mine… It’s a lot. I’m happy. I’m just overwhelmed.”

“You never thought you could have this,” Jin said. Yoongi nodded.

“Well you do,” Jungkook stepped forward and hugged Yoongi tightly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And we might have to figure out the fine-tuning stuff, but you have us. It’s not a dream.”

Yoongi hugged him back, nuzzling his neck. “Thank you.”

“We care a lot about you, Yoongi. No matter what. I think I can speak for Jungkook too when I say that this is a good move for us all. We’re happy, and we’ll be happy like this,” Jin said. He wrapped his arms around them both, enveloping them in a tight hug.

They separated after a moment and Jungkook grabbed his bag. “Come on, we should get going. Do you have any last-minute things to do?”

“No, I’m all closed up here, just have to shut off lights.” Yoongi headed to the back of the office and grabbed his jacket, flicking off the lights and basking them in darkness.

The trio walked to the doors and stepped out into the cool night air, letting Yoongi lock his door. They stood for a moment, all looking at one another in the streetlights. “Well, I go this way,” Jungkook said, jutting his finger in the direction of his bus stop.

“I’m that way too,” Yoongi said.

“I go the other way,” Jin said. He glanced around then stepped forward and kissed Yoongi long and hard. Jungkook chuckled a little at it. It was cute, if he was being honest. Jin glared playfully at him. “What’re you laughing at, punk?” He joked. He grabbed Jungkook’s shirt and pulled him into a kiss as well.

He stood straight and fixed his shirt. “I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Get home safely,” Yoongi said. They watched Jin walk down the street before turning and walking up it.

“How far up do you go?” Yoongi asked.

“My bus stop is about two blocks away.”

“Do you live very far?”

Jungkook shook his head no. “Only a few miles. Just a little too far to walk or ride a bike in, so I have to do the bus.”

Yoongi nodded. “I only live about half a mile up, so I usually walk it. Do you have a car, for the winter?”

“No, but the bus stop is right outside my apartment so it’s not so bad. The city keeps these streets shoveled well.”

“Hm… Well, we’ll see when winter comes. I have a car, I just don’t bother using it except winter with how close I live. I wonder how far down Jin lives.” He glanced back.

“We can ask him tomorrow.”

They reached Jungkook’s bus stop. Yoongi sighed softly. “I wanted to thank you.”

“For what?”

“The conversation we had this afternoon gave me so much joy and confidence… Just hearing someone support me and give me hope that I could be truly happy… And then I know you sent Jin to me. Even though you knew it might mean losing me if I didn’t want you as a third, I… Your care means so much.”

Jungkook smiled softly. “I fell for you the minute I saw you, Yoongi. I want you to be happy, no matter what. And getting to be with you… And with Jin… It’s perfect. For as much as he and I argue, he’s an amazing man.”

“He is… And so are you.” Yoongi took Jungkook’s hands and squeezed gently. “I’m so happy that this happened.”

Jungkook grinned, his heart skipping a beat. He leaned forward and kissed Yoongi gently. “My bus will be here soon,” he said, not stepping away from Yoongi. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you.” Yoongi kissed him once more before letting his hands go and heading down the street.

Jungkook sighed heavily, a grin on his face as he did. Though he’d been hoping for a good result from finally confronting his feelings, this was a better one that he’d ever imagined. He knew that their future would be a sweet as the coffee and pastries his new boyfriends created.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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MAYBE IT’S CALLED FATE

Prompt: Request, by the ever so lovely @auawdo Thank you so much for your request, pumpkin! I hope you’ll like it

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: Angst, smut(implied), cursing

Tag: @marlananicole , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: This has gained Seth a bigger space in my heart 🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

PRESENT DAY

Staring out the big windows that display the snowy weather of Davenport, Iowa. I retraced the journey that lead me here...

FLASHBACK - 8 YEARS AGO

“Y/N? Where are you, babe?”

From the bedroom I heard the loud thump of his duffel bag being tossed on the floor

“Oh, there you are! I’ve been looking for y- Are you ok?” He urgently asks, running to me

“Seth, I need to talk to you”

“Uh Oh, those words are an omen for bad news” He whispered

“Please, seat down” I ask and he oblige

“I have to do this quickly, like a band-aid” I murmur to myself

“What will you have to do it quickly, Y/N?”

“I can’t stay here”

“What do you mean? You don’t want to live in Iowa anymore? That’s ok, we can move to Florida if-“

“No, Seth... I mean, I don’t think we should be together anymore” I whispered with tears in my eyes

“You wanna break up? But why? Have I done something wrong? Because if I did I’m sure we can work it out a-“

“No...”

“You don’t love me anymore?” Seth asked with hurtful eyes

“I do, I do but-“

“I love you too, Y/N. So, end of story!” He huffed

“Seth, I wish there could be an easier way-“

“Why are you doing this? What changed your mind? Did you fell in love with someone else? What is it, Y/N?” Seth screamed

“I don’t think it’s fair ok? Babysitting while I’m injured is not fair to you, having to stay here waiting for you to come home is not fair to me, holding you back from enjoying yourself with other women is not fair to you and wondering if you have been sleeping with other women night after night is not fair to me. So let’s stop it before we hurt each other”

“What? First of all, I don’t babysit you, I TAKE CARE of you because I love you! Second of all I NEVER cheated on you and you know that. I FaceTime you every night until I fall asleep, just so we don’t feel lonely, because I know how hard this can be! I’ve been on your shoes...And for the record, you’re the one who’s hurting me with this breakup bullshit thing”

Seth tugs on his hair from frustration, pacing around the room

“I’m sorry, but is for the best Seth” I caress his beard, memorizing every feature of his face

“These are the painkillers, the stress and the injury speaking not you...It’s not you, right baby?” He asked in despair

“I’ll always love you Seth, you’re an incredible man and someday you’ll find a very lucky girl who deserves you”

“No, I want you! You deserve me” He grabs my suitcase, trying to pull it out of my hand “You’re not leaving, I won’t allow it. You’re not going anywhere” Seth tugs on the suitcase.

“Seth, please don’t do this” I beg

“No” He sobs “Please don’t do this to me, please don’t leave me, Y/N. I need you, I love you, I can’t live without you” Seth grabbed my face softly in his hands “Please tell me that you’re kidding me, that this is a prank...Please Y/N this can’t be true. Tell me you still love me, that we’ll be together! I can’t-“ Seth began to cry uncontrollably

“Shhhh...I’m sorry, baby. You’ll be fine. I promise you, you’ll be ok” I try to comfort him

I laid with him on his bed one last time, enjoying his bearded cheek on my chest one last time. Running my fingers through his hair gently, reassuring him that it will all be fine. When his sobs were replaced by a soft snoring, I stand up from the bed, covering Seth’s body with a blanket. Pecking his lips for the last time, I grabbed my suitcase, slowly closing the bedroom door and leaving behind what it used to be my home.

FLASHBACK - 7 YEARS LATER

The last thing I wished was see him again, the last thing I wanted was to end up in SmackDown with him and of course that God was in his jokester mood today and decided to deliver me this little joke called fate.

“Y/N? I can’t believe it!” Roman ran to me, giving me a bear hug and successfully spinning me around the arena’s hallway.

“Oh Lord, calm down you Samoan beast! Jesus” I laughed loudly

“I didn’t knew you were back! Why didn’t you told me?”

“I didn’t wanted to draw to much attention” I trailed off

“Because of Seth?” Roman asked and I just gave him a sad smile as an answer

“You can’t hide forever, Y/N. You know that, right?”

“I know... I just need a few days”

“Or not” Roman said, pointing with his chin at someone behind me

I felt his presence before I could see him

“Y/N?”

I turn around to meet his gaze, it had a mixture between surprise, pain and...love?

“Hello, Seth”

“Oh my God, it’s been so long” He reaches his arms for a hug but ended up changing his mind “What are you doing here?”

“I needed a job, so” I laughed lightly

“I thought I would never see you again”

“Looks like destiny has other plans” I mumbled

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For the next two weeks I bump into Seth everywhere I go: arena, hotel, gym, convenience store, liquor store, diner, bar, even at a club’s bathroom line! The chemistry between us was still there, awake. Even after all those years my body called for him like some sort of drug. And I would be lying if I said that I didn’t wanted him back, not just for the sex but for everything else.

I’m at the local Starbucks when I meet him again (it’s the fourth time today), I had to put an end to this so I decided to talk to him about everything that happened in the past.

“Sure, we can talk about it” He shyly answered

We chose a hidden bench at the local park to sit down

“Thank you, for agreeing with this”

“It’s fine, Y/N” Seth weakly smiles

“Well, first of all, I would like to apologize to you. For everything I did back then...I wasn’t thinking straight and I don’t know what took ahold of me to have made such a dumb decision”

“And it took you 7 years to realize that?” He asked, sounding hurt and mad at the same time

I shook my head “No, to be honest with you, I regretted my decision when as soon as I got home”

“Why didn’t you called me then?”

“Because I thought you would be angry at me, wouldn’t want to see me or talk to me. The mere thought of you rejecting me was unbearable” I whispered

“And how do you think I felt?” Seth spat “Do you think it was fun for me to wake up and find out you were gone? I called you Y/N, I texted you, I called your brother, your sister, even your mother! I sent you emails, I went to your house, I tried everything I could to get you to talk to me. Just so at least I could get some type of closure, but you never gave me that opportunity. You shut me off, pretended I never existed, erased me from your life and now you expect me to do what? To welcome you back in my arms? To say that I missed you and that I was waiting for you all those years? Is that what you want? For me to stop my life completely just so you can enter it again and ruin it again once you decide you‘ve had enough of me?”

The only thing I could do was to remain silent, I knew Seth and I knew that sooner or later he would end up lashing out and saying everything he always wanted to say for those past 7 years, so I just sat there and took it like a big girl even with the tears rolling down my eyes. Afterall, I was the one who brought that to myself.

“I can’t do that, I gave you too much power the first time and I will not give you the same power again! When you left I hit rock bottom Y/N, my life was partying, booze and pussy. I almost lost my job because of that! Do you know how many nights I spent awake thinking of you? Crying over you? Trying to understand what had I done wrong for you to leave me like that? Do you know how many women I fucked thinking about you? Wishing they were you? Wishing to wake up in the morning and find you laying there by my side? Wishing that it was all a nightmare? Now you come here, 7 years after the shit storm and say that you’re sorry and that the thought of me rejecting you was unbearable so you just left? You know what, Y/N? Fuck you! Fuck you and your shitty apology, I don’t need this bullshit! I’m better without you, now I can fuck whoever I want, whenever I want. Without having to worry about their incapacity of having a relationship because of their stupid and childish commitment issues” He stood up and left

And now, by the irony of fate, I’m the one who gets abandoned now.

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I got his message that day in the park, he doesn’t want to talk to me, so I do exactly that. I leave him alone. I never met him at random places anymore after that day.

It has been a month since I came back and any hope I had of settling things with Seth went down the drain.

I’m finishing zipping up my duffel bag when someone knocked on the locker room door

“Yeah? It’s open” I screamed

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

My heart stopped when I heard Seth’s voice

“Hi, umm sure. What’s up?” I ask

Seth closed the door behind him

“Can we sit down?” He points to the small leather couch

I nodded, sitting down by his side

“I wanted to apologize to you” He started “The things I said to you that day at the park were unnecessary, I should’ve dealt with it in a better way”

“It’s ok, Seth. We both know I deserved” I weakly smile at him

“No, you didn’t! Even though I was confused and hurt, I didn’t had the right to do that to you. I truly am sorry”

“It’s ok, buddy. Apology accepted” I patted his knee and he holds my hand there

“I’m going to ask you something, but I need you to be completely honest with me, ok?”

“Of course”

“Do you still love me?” He asked and my whole world stopped

I looked down to my feet and honestly answered “I never stopped loving you, Rollins. No matter how hard I tried”

His only response to me was a cheerful grin.

1 YEAR LATER - PRESENT DAY

“What are you doing staring out the window, baby? It’s fucking freezing! Come back to bed” Seth’s arms circle around my waist, trying to pull me back to bed

“I’m enjoying the snowy morning view” I chuckled

“Meh” He scoff “I have something more interesting for you to enjoy if you come back to bed with me” Seth smirked

“What possibly could be nicer than this view”

“Hmmm, I don’t know...maybe something thick and warm that slides in and out of you, maybe?” He bites my neck and I can’t help the little moan that escaped my lips

“That sounds fun” I grab him through his boxers, teasing him

Seth moans “Oh you’re gonna regret that”

He picked me up in his arms right before tossing me back onto his bed....

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perzawa · 3 years

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SAILING FOR TROUBLE | 4.5K

dabi x fem! reader

after a large wave overwhelms your ship, you wake up in a stranger’s home, wondering where you are. realizing you have nowhere to stay, the man has other arrangements.

warnings/tags! heavy dub-con, crying during sex, loss of virginity, oral, unprotected sex

a/n: aaa if there are any misspellings, i didn’t proofread tonight. i’m v tired, but i hope you guys enjoy.

wasn’t it dark outside just a moment ago?

your brain was ambushed with a swarm of racing thoughts, body still while the warmth of a light was set on your face. trying your hardest to recall your recent memories, you could hear someone shuffle close to you. where were you?

“oh, you’re alive.”

the unfamiliar voice caused your body to jolt, eyes flying open. like it was instinct, your head began twisting and turning, allowing you leverage to view the unfamiliar home you were in. your eyes gazed over his for a moment before they began to dart around the walls. there was nothing inherently suspicious about where you were. from the looks of where you were laying, this was the living room. head cocked down, you saw the small sofa you lied on, a thin blanket covering your clothed body. from your experience as a sailor, you were knowledgeable enough to know that you could never trust strangers. surely, it was a sad life, but from your pitiful experiences, nothing good came from waking up in someone’s house. especially if you didn’t know them.

there was a chilled breeze travelling through the home. assuming there was a fan or window opened, you relaxed - hot body cooling a little. just as you were about to speak, a sudden memory flashed across your eyes and you felt yourself twitch, body tensing under the intense gaze of the stranger. oh, that’s right. that’s what happened.

“if you don’t remember,” you looked up at the man with white hair, blinking as he spoke. you remembered now. your brain was a bit foggy while you woke up, but everything began swarming around your mind fairly quickly. still, you listened for some insight on what happened after you fell. “i’m more than willing to fill you in, darling.” your shoulders tensed again as you clutched the thin sheet, nodding your head. you weren't letting your guard down. however, you were very grateful for him.

his eyes traveled down your body and he coughed, telling the story of how he found you. “well, i was on my nightly jog - as you do. all of a sudden, i started hearing yelping, and what sounded like someone splashing in water,” he recalled, eyes on the hardwood floor below you both. “the noise stopped after a while, but i was curious, so i went to check it out.” you trembled, recalling the exact moment the waves threw you aboard your small ship. before you fell, the large waves were absolutely lethal, water coming close to ending your life. looking up at him, your eyes softened. the possibility that he could have been lying crossed your mind but you didn’t allow it to linger too long. judging from the story, that’s pretty much what happened. “that’s when i found you. was kinda scared you’d died, but you were only passed out. i’m guessing you were holding your breath for a real long time.”

you nodded, looking back down at the floor. god, you were so lucky to have beat death for the third time this damn year.

“i-i can’t thank you enough, sir. really, i could have… died.” you looked up, a small grin on your face to say thank you. you never even thought about how serious sailing really was until the moments you were literally facing death. even then, time and time again, it’s like god would send a guardian angel to look after you and make sure you were safe. for that, you would be forever indebted to these people you address as your saviors.

“why do you do this? i’ve been wondering ever since i brought you here…”

blinking at him, you chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of your neck. in reality, there was no genuine reason you did this. considering your upbringing, though - that could have played a part in this notion you wanted to fulfill.

“well,” you started, memory bringing up every recollection you’ve had since you first started sailing. time really did fly by, didn’t it? you started this journey at fifteen, when you still barely knew anything about the dangers of travelling alone. though, you were unaware, you were warned many times of the partial risks you would be taking by fulfilling this childish dream. you didn’t care, though. those days felt like yesterday, but that was nine years ago. you were twenty-four now. “it’s a funny story.”

“i’m listening.” your face felt warm while you stared at him, nodding while you thought of the right words to continue your story. it was a bit embarrassing, to say the least. you were never given many opportunities to explain this story, but when you did tell people - it’s like their entire moods and view on you would change.

“i’m from america, but i’ve been sailing for about nine years,” the small smile on your face was still visible as you continued, hugging your arms closer to your body. “i started sailing because i was incredibly immature at fifteen. i was a spoiled rich girl who wanted to earn my money in a different way. i didn’t want my family’s money…” instinctively, your eyes darted up to meet his unreadable ones. they were glowing, but you could not tell what the man was thinking at all.

“ah, i see.” you watched him stand to his feet, noticing how tall he truly was for the first time. people would usually get upset and yell at you when you shared that story. they’d tell you that it was selfish to go off on your own when money could have been made in a safer way. really, you didn’t blame them. everyone was right about your stupid decisions you made when you were still adulting. your eyes followed him while he began to slowly walk to the small kitchen.

“i’m glad i saved you… however,” you winced, ears perking up from his tone - indicating bad news. “you’ll have to go back to that ship and give me something valuable. i don’t do this for free.”

your pulse was racing at this point, brain creating many thoughts. there was no way to tell him you were completely broke around this time. the only way you could get money was if you boarded in another town nearby and traded something. really, all you had right now was clean water and food. truly, you desired to pay him back for saving your life, but there was simply no possible way. even if you went with the first option, you’d still have to wait until the sun rises. then, you’d have a steady wind and clear stream. there’s no way he’d allow you to sleep outside. you broke into a cold sweat and you looked up to see him in the kitchen. wiping your moist forehead with the blanket, you watched him walk in, setting a cup of water on the glass table in front of you. that was probably for him.

his gaze eternally burned through your chilled flesh, the sheer intensity inciting a chill from your body. facing him, you tilted your head up, fear clearly evident in your eyes. you tried to formulate the correct words to say to him, but your head was so dizzy with anxiety, the simple sentence almost slipped your grasp.

“i - sorry, i don’t have anything at the moment. all i have is food, and- and water.” watching his face for any changes, you almost shrieked watching his once clam expression shift into one that resembles irritation. batting your eyelashes, you were already coming up with as many excuses as you possibly could, fearing for your life in that moment. you rubbed your palms together, bullets of sweat dripping down your neck while you waited for a response.

he sipped his water.

you could hear a faint him seeping from his mouth and you cringed. “thought you said you were rich, doll?” his revelation escaped as a question and you couldn’t help but stifle the nervous laugh ready to burst from inside of you. the man must’ve taken those few words from your story and completely ran with them.

“i- well, i am. i refused my parent’s fortune, though,” trying to explain, your head instinctively bowed again, refusing to make eye contact with his sharp pupils. “that’s what i meant when i said… that i wanted to make my own money.” looking into the eyes of the male, you could tell he was itching to speak now. desperation, however, clogged your senses and you were willing to do anything to spend the night. being used to this situation happening, you would always carry some type of valuable or a bag of gold. last month was your first time in hosu. everything about that city was beautiful - however, it was rather expensive. you remembered constantly bribing people with your status alone without even having to waste a penny. most times, when times got tough - you’d have to steal whatever valuables you could find and sell them in another city for money or food.

though, taking your parent’s inheritance was something you rejected constantly, it had its own perks in the right situations. but given his bored reaction to your anecdote, you could tell it wouldn’t work on the man with colorless hair.

“i’m afraid that isn’t going to work, darling.” trembling, your eyes darted around the room for inspiration. could you work off your stay somehow? was it even safe for you to start sailing again? come on, you almost died here. at least a week of rest was needed before you could begin another journey. you yelped, pushing the blanket aside. there was some space between the sofa you were on and the glass table. dropping to your knees was the first thing you thought to do, hands splayed in front of you. your pride was gone with the wind now, dignity nearly extinct while you begged him to let your stay. from every traumatic experience you’d ever had the bare, the thoughts of them sent you into hysterics. there was no way you could go back to where you were.

“please, sir. i- i’ll do anything,” you pleaded with him, forehead gently pressed to the hardwood below you, hands smudging on the floor. you looked up at him, eyes picking up on his devilish smirk while his gaze bore into your mortified form. “ca-can i work it off? i can clean your house!”

your eyes burned while you were almost on the brink of tears. for a moment, only thoughts of where you could even stay this late in an unknown area stayed on your mind. it was far too dark for you to even find a place to lay your head for the night. even then, you had no idea where you were, the entire area unfamiliar. if this situation went completely south, you knew you’d have to suck it up and go back to your boat, relying on your map to navigate you to a different city.

instantly, your eyes widened, watching the man stand to his feet while he strolled towards you, eyes staring down on you. batting your eyelashes, your tears dried in the corners of your eyes. he leaned down, thin fingers swooping under your chin to tilt it a bit more upwards - eyes glued to yours. “anything?” with begging eyes, you nodded to the best of your ability, the man straightening his posture once he let go of his gentle grip on your chin. your eyebrows furrowed, intent gaze focused on his every movement to observe what he'd tell you next. though, you were braving for the worst, hope remained inside of your patient mind.

his hands swiftly flew to the zipper of his pants and in an instant, the zipper was brought down, black underwear now exposed to your view.

“anything, babydoll? that’s what you said, right?” the wheels in your head were doing a lot more than turning. gulping, you brought your upper body back, knees still on the ground. shaking your head frantically, horror froze in your eyes while his hands were still on his pants. he was in the process of removing his underwear now.

“please, not that,” your voice nearly died in the back of your throat while the voice inside of your head shouted at you. god, some part of you knew this was already gonna come. if not from him, it was going to come from somebody. maybe if you could convince the man to allow you leverage to do something else, he’d allow you to.

“no?” looking up, you realized his eyes were a darker shade of blue than you’d thought. they were just as icy as the color. “i’ve been so stressed, though, love. today was such a bad day for me, really.” you dropped your head, a pang of guilt banging against your chest while you listened, feeling like an absolute asshole for denying him. “and then you washed up on shore… and i tried to save you, even though i was so upset today. all i wanted to do was finish my jog and you stopped me. you understand, don’t you…?”

your bottom lip began to poke out a bit, eyes wide at the silent request.

maybe it was because he was a stranger. maybe that’s why fear was completely clogging your view. even though you felt guilt for burdening him, everything was still hitting you like a truck. there had to be another way, right?

“pl- is there something else?” touya cut his icy eyes at you, a small hum leaving his shut mouth. his glare never left your body, even while you were feeling embarrassed, knees stuck to the floor. if you could, in any other circumstance, you would’ve bolted from that room and never looked back. having zero knowledge of how dangerous he was as well, caused your body to freeze in that position.

“you don’t wanna help me? even… even after i helped you?” whimpering, you had no idea how to react to that. he did help you, didn’t he? didn’t you say you would be indebted to him for saving your life? thinking about it, he was right. you burdened him completely, wasting time he could’ve used for literally anything else. a faint squeak of fear left your mouth while you sat there in ruminance.

“help me and you can stay as long as you need, doll. promise.” even if part of you wanted to do this, it had been a very long time since you’d been involved in an activity like this. actually, it was the night before you left to begin sailing. you were dating some boy that you could barely even remember the name of - and as a parting gift, you spent that entire night on your knees. but that was it. things had never gone further than that for you, embarrassingly enough. hell, sex wasn’t the only sense you were deprived of. worse, it’d been years since someone had even laid tier hands on you platonically;. in the beginning of your journey, it didn’t bother you. however, as time began to achingly drag on, you craved the feeling of a small graze more than anything. just a little hug would suffice. maybe even a moment to hold someone’s hand.

since you needed some time away from the water, you took his offer into account. would this be the only day the man would want you? having no knowledge on him, it would be difficult to simply make that statement confidently. you did need somewhere to stay, though. if you did decide not to, it wouldn’t matter. the lingering feeling of guilt, heavy on your chest, would be the cause of you dragging your feet back to this forbidden place to aid him just like he wanted, just to ease the burden you’d strained on him.

you hadn’t noticed you were crying until thick tears dropped to your neck, hopelessness overwhelming you. there was no other choice. was there?

“atta girl,” touya whispered, thick tent in his underwear evident. everything in you was screaming to turn your head to the side, to look away from the unholy sight ready to unravel in front of you - but you continued to watch, eyes boring into his covered erection. to think, he was already beginning to feel aroused simply from talking to you. gulping, your eyes stilled on his slim fingers. the same fingers currently pushing his underwear down until his semi-hard cock broke free from its confines. you sucked in a nervous breath, stomach dropping as you moved a bit closer to him.

“you know how to suck cock?” the lewd question caused you to splutter, heat rising to your face until it was as hot as lava, feeling as if literal smoke could spawn from your cheeks. nodding, your eyes darted around the room for a moment, wishing your face was buried in a pillow right now. you weren’t looking at hum, but you already knew he’d be smirking right about now, watching you lose yourself.

once you found yourself staring at his unclothed, pale, cock for too long - you decided to suck in a breath of courage. you’d already lost your dignity and self respect tonight. there was no way you could possibly go lower than that. leaning in, you closed your eyes, wrapping your mouth around his reddened tip, encouraging a deep groan from the man.

“open your eyes.”

the command was simple, yet it sent a deep roll down your spine, causing your body to tremble slightly. your eyes twitched, debating on whether you should really open them and face him. you peeked your eyes open, trailing them up his body until you were both staring at one another. the deep burn in the pit of your belly ignited, spreading through your entire body. tilting your head, you forced your mouth down further, slicking his shaft in your saliva. watching for any signs of pleasure, you continued, pulling off of his soaked cock to tongue his tip. your heavy muscle lazily rubbed against his slit, ears perking from his deep moans, hand flying to the back of your head already.

recollections of that night a few years ago, you were preparing to imitate those events. no matter how embarrassing it felt in this moment, touya seemed pleased with you. your brain simply hoped he was pleased enough to withstand his end of the offer.

pushing your head further, the thick tip of his cock poked at your throat, triggering your gag reflex. you were close to gagging, but discovered it was easy to suppress it. continuing your assault, you swallowed around him, a soft moan tumbling from his moistened lips. your nose smashed into his jacket once he aggressively pushed your head as far as it could go, cock jamming into the back of your throat. suppressing the unholy sounds from your throat were damn near impossible now, wretched gagging noises leaving your body while tears filled your bloodshot eyes. the less than gentle treatment of your body sent a small wave of pleasure through your belly. faint, but you could tell your body was becoming persuaded - working to the beat of his drum like you suspected it would, given your touch-starved state.

after a while, tears were rushing down your face, eyes stinging from the constant salty liquid. you hollow your cheeks, moving and bobbing your head to take him as far as he wanted, even if your body was noisily protesting. his cock filled up your entire mouth to the brim to the point where it almost freaked you out, how full your mouth was. pulling away, you began to cough, saliva dripping from your chin and neck. it really had been such a long time. you sniffled, crying silently from the pleasurable assault. touya was quick, though, shoving your mouth back onto his waiting cock, earning a large hum of protest. you used your free hands to cup his balls, massaging them while you dedicated your attention to his throbbing cock - saliva forming into a sheer puddle on the floor below.

“god - shit,” he moaned, head thrown back while he practically cried out. and to think, neither of you even knew the other’s name, but you were engaging in such a sinful discourse. “good, good girl. sucking - fuck, my cock so good,” praises and rambled fell from his lips while you nodded, the validation completely filling you up with arousal to the point where you could feel it in your stomach, pussy gushing slick into your underwear. the fat cock in your mouth began twitching every now and then, signaling that he was preparing to fill your mouth with his salty seed.

pulling away for the last time, your tongue swiped across his tip. before you could even blink, ropes of hot cum staining your mouth and neck. you watched him almost go limp, white residue dripping to the floor, joining the puddle of saliva. touya stumbled back, cock still hanging freely from where it was once exposed. you were expecting him to clean himself off, and maybe you, and lead you to the guest room. expected him to show you to the bathroom as well.

touya led you to the sofa you were once residing on, a small grin present on his sly features.

“you did so well, doll. so, so well.” the small praises caused your body to react well, crossing your legs to soothe the pang between your legs. you were still in your casual wear, never having the opportunity to change into pajamas because of the minor setback. shyly, you kicked your pants off, eyes glued to the group while he watched you, hands pumping his soaked cock.

touya snickered at your hesitance, using his thumb to smudge the trail of saliva at the corner of your chin. he truly did wreck you. he nodded and you laid back, legs still firmly pressed together. shuffling in between you, his hand massaged your leg, biting the skin of his bottom lip. you never noticed it before, but this stranger was truly beautiful. his hair was a beautiful bright, white - and his eyes were a deep blue. the colors seemed to blend well together. you thought so, anyway.

“so tense,” the whispers from his mouth were shushed, calm tone instinctively relaxing your body. “open your legs for me, doll.” gulping, your legs moved on their own, falling open to his request to avoid any trouble. touya fixated on your exposed pussy, slick ticking to the side of your thighs while your head turned to look away, body frozen in embarrassment. “you just keep getting sweeter and sweeter, don’t you?”

settling himself in between your legs, he watched your expressionless face. “have you done… this before?” in spite of the predicament, he still wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bleed all over him or something. your breathing hitched in the back of your throat.

“ye-ah. i have…” the fabricated words tumbled from your mouth like a sin, uttered sentence feeling too lethal to speak, knowing they were nothing but lies. he cut his eyes at you, observing you while he circled the tip of his now-again, hardened cock, against your entrance. you could feel your pussy throb from the lack of touch. emotions were running rampant in your mind right about now. you could tell your body wanted more, but part of you still didn’t want to go through. you wanted to refuse and push him off. for a second, you were planning to. even if it meant you’d have to find someplace else to go.

without warning, touya plunged his thick cock into your waiting pussy. the stretch caused your back to arch off of the sofa, tears forming in your eyes once more as he stilled himself, keeping his wide cock drilled inside of you. it hurt. you could feel every single inch of him pressing against your walls while you clamped over the cock inside of you constantly, pussy finding a way to get used to the abnormal stretch.

touya didn’t seem to mind, though. his head was thrown back, sweat spawning on his shiny forehead while pants fell from your lips, pain subsiding the more you stayed in the position. after a few more seconds had passed - deciding it was alright now, touya pulled out before quickly thrusting his cock back into your tiny hole, the slight pang of pleasure outweighing the pain.

“so damn tight, god - so glad i saved you. aren’t you glad? glad i saved you?” your heart was beating in your ears, blocking you from hearing anything he said. but your head nodded quickly, bullets of sweat falling from your head and neck the faster his pace got. you felt his nails sink into your waist, cock plowing your tight hole while you clenched around him, slick dripping down your entire leg now.

your mouth hung open, tongue flopping from the side like you were dead. you could feel his cock in your stomach and you rolled your hips, brain fuzzy while he fucked you stupid - burning pleasure filling yoir entire tummy.

“yeah, fuck - that’s right. fuc me back,” obeying him, you snapped your hips back, moving yourself along his dick until it was completely soaked in your juiced, pussy aching from the assault. you could scream in that moment. no, really, you could. everything in your body was telling you to scream, wishing you had his name now. you pussy gushed more, the squelching of your wet cunt not going unnoticed while the cock inside of you sped again, veins dragging along your wet walls.

you could tell both of you were close. wrapping your legs around his clothed waist, you arched your back, nerves in your body sending tingles from your head to your toe while you cried out, tears flowing from your eyes. you went numb, still crying from the overwhelming stimulation. making an attempt to catch your breath, touya had no issues, however, his hips stuttering. his pace was sloppy now, cock slipping out for a second before it was plunged inside of you again.

“look at you… so beautiful. don’t cry, it’s over now,” his words were whispered into your ears like they were too precious to be stated out in the open. your face felt hot all over again, body covered in sweat while the man groaned loudly, cum spluttering inside of your sloppy pussy.

you laid there, body entirely numb and exhausted.

this man, though, had stamina handed from god himself. after a moment of being buried inside of you, he pulled out, the plugged cum overflowing to the red sofa. the back of your throat had dried now as well, head pounding. when was the last time you drank some water? before you could look over, touya was already getting dressed.

“clean yourself up. i’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping.” and just like that, he’d stepped down the hallway - the offer to help you, never crossing his asshole mind.

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the-duke-of-nuts · 3 years

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Is This Coffee Hot Or Is It Just You?

Day 3: Coffee Shop @dukexietyweek

Summary: Virgil finds out that a certain someone happens to work at the local coffee shop

Pairing: Dukexiety

Word Count: 1389

Warnings: Food Mention, Innuendos, Violence Mention, Literally all of my fics contain swearing so there’s that I guess

Tag List: @idontcareaboutcanon (If anyone else wants to be added just let me know)

Ah Coffee shops. Virgil never understood the appeal about a place filled with nothing but caffine, free WIFI, hipsters, and pastries. He certainly also didn't understand why he agreed to go to the local one near his apartment that his friends kept oh so begging him to go to for some reason. Well, by "friends" it was mostly Patton and Roman. His other two friends could care less about the place just as much as him. But here he was opening the door to the quiet semi-crowded shop. There was an oddly comforting atmosphere to it. The lights were dim, random relaxing music can be heard through the speakers, various different tea boxes and mugs hung on the shelves. "Maybe this place isn't so bad." Virgil thought to himself as he looked around the room. He walked forward to the counter as he happened to be the next person in line but then he saw him.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Remus Pierce. The same Remus Pierce that always flirted with him in high school. The same Remus Pierce that casually ate juiced bread at lunch to gross people out. The same Remus Pierce that Virgil secretly had a crush-

"Well hello there customer~ What can I get you~?" The said mustached, silver streaked hair barista asked smirking. "Coffee." Virgil deadpanned. "I'm afraid you're gonna need to be more specific than that." "Like my soul." Virgil glared. "Alright so black it is. And a name?" Remus smirked as he uncapped a marker and held an empty coffee cup. "Oh my god Remus you already know my-" Virgil took a deep breath in so he could stop himself from getting angry and causing an unnecessary scene and answered with a fake smile "Virgil." "I'm sorry can you spell that for me please? I don't wanna misspell a hottie like yours name like everybody else here does to the other customers."

That damn cocky smirk.

Virgil just wanted to kiss- punch that smug look off his face. "V-I-R-G-I-L." "Okay S-E-X-Y got it. Your beverage should be hot and ready for you shortly." Remus winked and booped Virgil's nose as he walked off to go make the emo's coffee. Virgil growled blushing and buried his face in his hands.

Damn him for being so hot- horrible!

Remus soon came back with Virgil's coffee and dramatically bowed as he held the cup for him to take."For you, my 'Bittersweet Symphony'. "Thanks..." Virgil hesitantly took the beverage. "How much?" He asked as he placed the cup down and reached for his wallet. "Oh for you it's on the house!" "Thanks I guess?" Remus smiled and responded with a nod and a hum.

You gorgeous fuck stop smiling!

Virgil's heart started beating a little faster. Surely Remus wasn't having this effect on him right? They've known each other since high school. There was nothing to be nervous about. The only reason Virgil didn't hear much about the barista after that was because Roman hardly ever talked about him. "So... You work here." Virgil stated as he tried to start a conversation. "Yup! Have been for a couple of months now. What about you? Do you do anything nowadays?" "Of course I do I do a lot of stuff!" Virgil immediately answered. " Oh really? Like what?" Remus asked amused. "Stuff..." Virgil half mumbled as he looked away. Remus cackled.

That disgustingly beautiful laugh.

"Vee Vee, I've known you long enough to know that you're not fully being honest because you're either 1, ashamed or 2, scared of what I'm gonna say. Now c'mon what do you actually do? I promise I won't judge." Virgil blushed. Was he really that readable?

"Fine. It's not like you care or anything but I write poems and sell them."

"Nice. Maybe one of these days you can read me one of your angsty emo sonnets. OOH! Or better yet I can help you write some juicy-"

"Not happening!"

"Fine fine suit yourself." Remus chuckled. "So what brings you here Finding Emo?"

"Prince Drama Queen and Chocolate Chip Cookies."

"Ah so Romano and Patty. That figures. You sure it wasn't for another reason~?"

"No?"

"C'mon admit it. I know you missed me~" Remus smirked playfully pinching Virgil's cheek. "I didn't even know you worked here!" Virgil blushed as he swatted Remus' hand away. "Yeah but now you do and you can see me aaaaanytime you want." "Whatever..." Virgil crossed his arms and looked away.

There soon became a silence between them. Since when did Remus' eyes get prettier? Maybe it was the eyeshadow? No he always had that. Maybe it was because they were a deep chocolate brown? His hair and lips definitely looked softer and- Shit! Virgil was staring!

Get out of there! Get out of there now!

"Anyways I should get going and uh-" Virgil cleared his throat as he picked up his coffee and turned around to leave as quick as possible but Remus stopped him. "Wait uh Virgil, can I ask you something?" Ah yes every anxiety-ridden person's favorite question. "You just did." Virgil deadpanned trying to play off his anxiousness. "You know what I meant!" Remus said slightly irritated.

"Fine. What is it?"

"Okay so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out together later after my shift?"

Virgil blushed. "Like a date?" "If you want it to be~" Remus wiggled his eyebrows and winked. "But in all seriousness yeah kind of." A date!? Remus was far from being the romantic type. This had to be a trick right!?

"Remus I-"

"Look, I know you don't like me much and you probably hate me, but just give me this one chance... Please?" Remus took Virgil's hand and gave him a pleading look. Virgil unconsciously held Remus' hand tighter staring into his eyes. He felt bad. Did Remus really think he actually hated him? That was far from the truth. Virgil loved him. He loved him so damn much since the moment he first laid eyes on him. He just didn't know how to tell him. Let alone show him.

Virgil sighed. "Fine. One date and that's it. If I actually have a good time, I'll maybe consider going on some more with you. If not, then whatever we have going on between us isn't happening.” That was an obvious lie. Virgil would've agreed to go on countless ones regardless of the outcome and accept to being Remus' boyfriend if he asked but he never wanted to actually admit that to the barista's face.

"I won't disappoint!" Remus smiled getting a little excited. "Yeah yeah whatever. Just out of curiosity, what exactly is this date?" Virgil asked knowing fully well that this "date" the barista had planned was far from his twin's definition. Remus smirked and leaned forward for only Virgil to hear. "Two words. Baseball bats and breaking shit." There's the Remus he knew and loved.

Still chaotic as ever.

Virgil smiled. "Alright you've piqued my interest." "I'm glad I did. If I'm lucky, we both know what happens after the first date~" Remus smirked wiggling his eyebrows. "Shut up. You wish." Virgil blushed holding back a laugh and playfully pushed Remus' face away. Remus cackled.

"A man can fantasize."

"Yeah a little too much."

"So you have thought about-"

"Pierce! Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work!"

Remus rolled his eyes annoyed at his manager's voice in the distance. "I gotta go. My shift ends in like 2 hours and I put my number on the cup so just call or text me or come back by then." "Alright." Remus smirked. "What!?" Virgil blushed confused but immediately realized what that smirk meant.

Oh no.

Remus practically made this phrase a tradition everytime they said bye to each other. "I love you no homo." Yup there it was. Virgil sighed and facepalmed "I love you too no homo..." Remus smiled satisfied that Virgil still said it back since the day they first met.

"Later."

Virgil picked his coffee up and left and smiled to himself as soon as he went outside. After all of these years, he's still a dork. That's what Virgil always loved about Remus. And with that final thought, Virgil finally sipped his coffee and his smile grew wider.

He remembered exactly how I liked it.

#i genuinely don't know how spacing works for fanfiction so forgive the VERY shitty formatting #dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #remus #remus sanders #virgil #virgil sanders #ts remus #ts virgil #sanders sides #thomas sanders #dukey writes

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hookedonapirate · 3 years

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Book Sneak Peek

A/N: For those of you who don’t know, I’ve been converting A Helping Hand to an original novel. After months of frustration from not knowing what to leave and what to take out because of the ridiculous length of this story, I’m finally close to being finished with it. It’s currently in the process of being edited and polished. This is a sneak peek of my new book. Unlike my first novel, this one is set in "The Big Apple” just like AHH. It features Harper and Audrey (Emma and Elsa in AHH) from Follow My Lead, and Derrick, Elisa and their daughter, Gracie, make an appearance at the end.

I also wanted to let everyone know I will most likely be taking A Helping Hand down, even though I’ll be self-publishing. I know I said I wouldn’t, and actually I’m really sad about it, but after going through it, I realized it’s completely full of errors, misspellings and whatnot. Plus, I didn’t just change the names of characters and remove ouat elements; even though it’s the same story and the scenes pretty much follow the same sequence, apart from what I took out or added, I’ve made A LOT of changes to it, and I don't really want another version of my book out there. I encourage you to download A Helping Hand while you still can. But I will definitely let everyone know before that happens.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy another sneak peek!

I groan into the fluffy pillow my face is burrowed in. My head’s pounding, I feel like someone drilled a hole through my skull, my throat is dry and nausea lingers in my stomach. Slowly dragging my arm away from under my face, I open my eyes to a dim room, the curtains shielding any sunlight trying to burst through.

I take a minute to roll over, my eyes adjusting to the room as I lift my head slowly, taking in my surroundings.

Nothing seems familiar.

Granted, the guest room in my brother’s apartment is not very familiar either, but at least it reminds me of Brady. This room does not. It’s too pink and girly.

“Where the hell am I?” I grumble hoarsely.

I’m surrounded by pale pink walls and white furniture—a chair decorated with pink, frilly pillows, a bookcase lined with romance novels, a vanity and a nightstand with a pink, furry lamp. The curtains are made of white lace and there’s a large wall hanging that reads in large, cursive writing, Be your own kind of beautiful.

My eyes scan the comforter, which is also pink, along with more frilly pillows.

This is definitely not my brother’s guestroom.

This is definitely a chick’s room.

My eyes widen in horror at the revelation.

This cannot be happening.

Gathering further evidence to solve the mystery as to how I ended up in some woman’s bed, I sharply lift the covers and peer underneath them, seeing that, yep, I’m bare-ass naked.

“Fuck.”

I let my head sink back into the pillow as I drag my hands over my face. I can’t believe my first night in New York, I hooked up with some random woman.

I went to the bar with those intentions in my dispirited condition, but I don’t recall picking up anyone. In fact, I have no recollection of last night beyond the bar. Which means I was way too smashed to hook up with anyone.

I need to leave. I’m not the type of guy to fuck someone and run off the next morning without at least buying her coffee or getting her phone number. To be honest, I’m not the type of guy who does one-night stands, but I’m in no shape to be involved in anything resembling a relationship.

Judging by the breakfast she’s making, this woman has other plans. The door is closed but I can hear dishes clanking around in the kitchen. And as I spot my clothes across the room, I doubt a woman expecting nothing more than a one-night stand would go to the trouble of picking up my clothes from the floor, folding them neatly and setting them in the chair. She certainly wouldn’t be making me breakfast.

I sit up slowly and place my feet on the floor, hoping this will stop the room from spinning around me. I drop my face in my hands and groan. I haven’t felt this hungover in years. I eventually stand up and grab the knitted blanket I’ve been sleeping on, securing it around my waist. I go to the window and pull back the curtain.

I’m on the third floor, judging by the number of windows beneath her unit. I remember little about the surroundings, but I do remember seeing the pancake house directly across the street and I remember thinking about how much I missed my mom’s chocolate chip pancakes. I also remember the bar I went to last night and seeing the barbershop next to it and thinking how badly I need a haircut. The names of the establishments are all the same. Which means only one thing.

The woman I slept with last night lives in the same building and floor as my brother.

Fuck.

I have a feeling this won’t end well. I let the curtain fall into place and turn around when I hear a gentle knock on the door.

Shit.

I swallow thickly as the door opens. Panic flares inside me as I try to think up a way to get out of the pickle I’m in. I scramble toward the chair which holds my clothes.

“Owen, you awake?”

I whirl around until I’m face to face with the most beautiful green eyes and golden hair I’ve ever seen in my life. I drag a hand through my disheveled hair, my eyes traveling down her body. She’s wearing a thin, pink bathrobe, exposing a pair of long, sexy legs that go on for days.

Legs I can definitely imagine wrapped around me.

Damn, I hit the jackpot last night.

She’s beautiful, which is either a relief or extremely dangerous; I can’t decide which one.

She strides over to me, bearing a glass of water and a cheerful smile. I’m still stunned by how beautiful she is. “Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?”

She’s teasing me and I like it.

How in the hell did I forget a night with a woman like her? I must’ve been out of it. “I have a splitting headache and the room is still spinning.” I press my fingertips against my temples, feeling them pounding underneath my touch, “Other than that, I’m perfect.”

“I can imagine,” she says with a giggle.

Her giggle is the most delightful sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life, even with a splitting headache.

“Here, I got you something that might help with that.” She offers me a glass of water and some aspirin.

“Thank you.” I graciously accept the aspirin and water, deciding this isn’t so bad.

“What, no ‘thank you, beautiful’? Guess you’re really not feeling well,” she says playfully.

Fuck. I even called her beautiful, which means I was laying on the charm pretty thick last night. I offer a frail smile, despite feeling terrible. Not only because of the alcohol. I feel terrible for getting her into bed while I was inebriated and miserable from my breakup. And she was probably drunk too, which makes me feel even worse. Although, she doesn’t appear to have a hangover. Maybe she’s one of those people who doesn’t get hangovers after they get drunk. If she is, she’s pretty lucky.

I swallow the pills, and as I wash them down with water, I know the right thing to do is tell her I’m not ready for a relationship or a woman in my life, but how can I? I don’t really want to see her smile dissipate, especially since she turned out to be so nice and sweet and beautiful.

I lower the glass and close my eyes briefly, the coolness of the liquid feeling quite soothing against my cracked lips and dry throat. Damn, if only I could remember exactly what I did to this woman with my mouth as my tongue slashes along my lips. If only I could remember what she did to me with that lush mouth of hers. A shiver skates down my spine. I try to shake the thoughts from my mind and try to speak but struggle to find the words. It’s difficult when this woman is staring at me with those intense green eyes. I desperately want to scoop her into my arms and kiss her senselessly, creating new memories of having her in bed, but I know that would only end very badly. Even more so than it’s already going to. The last thing I want to do is lead her on.

Somehow, I manage to refrain from kissing her. “Listen...I don’t remember much about last night and you’re…” My hand makes a grand, sweeping gesture down her form, “drop-dead gorgeous...and I’m sure last night was incredible...but my girlfriend just dumped me and my head’s a mess right now, so, I...” she eyeballs me in confusion as I will myself to continue, “I think we should just be friends.” At the same time, I reason with myself that we’ve already done God knows what, so there’s no harm in a quick kiss on the cheek, right? Besides, I may not be ready for a relationship, but I’m still a gentleman.

I step into her space and casually lean in to kiss her cheek. She smells like strawberries and cream and I can hear her breath hitch as my lips brush along her skin.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” She places her hands on my chest to push me away.

I quickly pull back to give her space, apologies leaving my lips. “Sorry, I just figured since we had sex—”

Her eyes practically pop out of her head. “Wait, you think we had sex?!”

Well, duh. I shrug. Why else would I have slept naked in her bed and why else wouldn’t she be fazed by my nakedness underneath the blanket? “Didn’t we?”

She dissolves into laughter, to my complete and utter humiliation. “Oh no, no, no, no! We did not have sex.”

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wildandsexyjacks · 4 years

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Your Smile and You - Pt.3

Pairing: Han Seungwoo + Reader

Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers AU

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Slightly suggestive

Notes: Wooseungdan nation how are we holding up? I had planned on going angsty this time but since we haven’t really been met with good news lately I thought we could all use some soft and cuddly captain, right? Enjoy!

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The clock strikes 3 in the morning. You have your eyes closed as Seungwoo’s feather-like touch traces geometric patterns on your bare skin, drawing imaginary lines to connect the moles on your back. It’s barely there, a dream touch, and you’re almost dozing off when he moves closer and presses his face against your back, replacing his hand with his lips to plant a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades.

“Y/N. Are you sleeping?” he whispers and you shake your head, not bothering to open your eyes “So I was thinking… Do you think it’s weird? Us, like this. Does it feel weird to you?”

“Not really.” You reach for his hand on your hip and pull him closer, demanding cuddles “I mean maybe a little, but it’s nice, isn’t it? I think it’s nice. How do you feel?”

Seungwoo tightens his arms around you, nuzzling your neck “It’s weird but in a good way. Kinda like finding old songs from your favorite band and listening to them for the first time.” He sighs, hot breath fanning on your skin where his lips had just been “It is nice, isn’t it?”

You chuckle.

“Quit beating around the bush, darling. Is there something you wanna say?”

He sighs again, but his tone is different now.

“Am I gonna see you again?”

His sudden question prompts you to wake up for real. You turn around and look into his lovely sleepy eyes.

“Well… Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he answers not even a beat later.

The way he states it, so quick and certain of himself while still wondering if you want the same, get your blood racing.

“Great, because I’d like that too.”

Seungwoo lets out a shy giggle, it’s an adorable sound. He leans in to peck your lips then moves back and pulls you closer to rest your head on his chest, wrapping his arms around you under the covers. You perk your head up to study his features. He seems relaxed, eyes closed and a small smile giving away just how happy he is. Before you even notice what you’re doing, you raise your hand to his face, pushing his hair away from his closed eyes, and his smile grows larger. Amazed by how good he looks, you keep going, now tracing the shape of his nose, lips, down his neck and over the black ink of the tattoo on his shoulder.

“I remember you nerds would spend the whole weekend down in our living room playing FIFA when we were young but you’re such a cool guy now… handsome, hot, tattooed….” he opens one of his eyes to glance at you and his hands run slowly down your back, lower and lower… until your curious fingers find the writing on his chest “The Roman numerals are basically self-explanatory…. What is this one?”

His hands come to a halt, then he groans and laughs at the same time, covering his face.

“Oh, God, it’s a mistake.” He sighs and lifts his hands to look at you “I’m gonna tell you but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

As soon as he says the words, you can't help but do exactly what he told you not to. Seungwoo fakes an angry expression and starts poking at your ribs, making your giggles turn into loud laughter as he keeps tickling you and telling you to not laugh at him. You attempt to wriggle your way out of his attack and end up accidentally elbowing him.

“Ouch!”

“Oh my god! Are you okay?” You bend over him and he nods, still rubbing under his chin where you hit him. “I’m sorry.” removing his hand to press a quick kiss to his face, you bite your lower lip “I promise I’ll try not to laugh, is that enough for you?”

Seungwoo rolls his eyes.

“Whatever.” you prop your chin on his chest and stare at him while he threads his fingers through your hair “It was right after graduation. Do you remember Hanse, from high school?”

You smile.

“Oh, how could I forget, you losers were always in my house being loud and annoying.”

He chuckles, nodding his head.

“Yes, that's him, loud and annoying loser number five. He’s a tattoo artist now, has been since senior year. After graduation, we were all in his room, completely shitfaced, and we thought it’d be a good idea to let him practice on us…”

“Oh my God…” you cover your mouth, trying real hard not to laugh “maybe it’s because I’m sober, but that does not seem like a good idea to me.”

“Tell me about it.” He sighs “It could be worse, though. He just got one word wrong. It was supposed to read don’t lock me up.”

Seungwoo proceeds to explain the actual meaning to you, a very important reminder to not trap his feelings inside him and be more communicative about what goes on in his head, to not carry any burdens alone.

“It’s beautiful.” You reply, brushing your lips against the misspelled word marked on his chest “But perhaps none of you should drink and get tattooed ever again.”

You manage not to laugh too much though and it earns you a sweet peck on the tip of your nose.

“Yeah, you think it’s funny, don’t you? Once you see what Seungsik and Chan got, you’ll love mine.”

“Speaking of which….” you avert his gaze, all too casual, turning around to check the time on your phone “Have you told anyone… the guys or my brother…. especially my brother… about us, you know, hanging out lately?”

You try to be as nonchalant as possible, but he catches the meaning behind your words and frowns: you hope the answer is no.

He clears his throat.

“Um... Right after we met at the restaurant that first time, maybe one or two days later Seungsik told me you were back and I said I already knew because we ran into each other by chance, but that’s all… Why? Are we keeping this” he motions between you and him “a secret?”

It’s not that you don’t want people to know you’re dating Seungwoo - are you even dating? You kissed for the first time only a few hours ago -, you just want to be in control of how and when this piece of information finds your family and friends. Everything’s been happening so fast since you moved back, you didn’t really have time to give this situation the attention it needs. You don’t even understand your feelings yet and you both need to be careful about your next steps. After all, your families have been close for years and this shift in dynamics is, in fact, unexpected, no matter how good it makes you feel.

“Not exactly.” You reply, moving back to drape an arm around his waist “I just want to be the one to break the news to Seungsik, at the right moment, if it’s ok with you.” snuggling closer, you pout “Please?”

He covers his eyes, groaning.

“Don’t be all cute on me now, you know I’m weak and it’s not fair.” realizing it’ll work, you pucker your lips even more, blinking several times until Seungwoo finally gives in “Jesus! Okay, fine, have it your way.”

You squeal a little bit, delighted, and give him a hug.

“You’re the best.”

“And you’re trouble.” he laughs softly, shaking his head “How much time we still got?”

You stick your neck out to check the time again.

“Nearly two hours.” you turn back and smile at him “What do you wanna do?”

Pressing his lips together, Seungwoo stares at the ceiling for a second.

“I don’t know. Aren’t you sleepy?” he asks, after a moment of consideration. You shake your head no, and he lifts one eyebrow, grinning. Before you can even ask what’s on his mind, Seungwoo rolls you onto your back and scoots closer, climbing on top of you. “In this case,” he props himself on his elbows as to not crush you with his weight, his body warm against yours and a mischievous glint in his eyes. With your own firmly closed, you hold your breath when he leans in to press his lips against your neck and then your collarbone, planting open-mouthed kisses down your body and leaving a trail of fire in their wake “I have a great idea.”

tattoo artist!hanse is what i’m here for, fellow alices pls feel free to tag me in every single fic you find ;;

#han seungwoo #seungwoo scenario #seungwoo imagine #seungwoo au #x1 scenarios #victon scenarios #THIS DROUGHT IS KILLING ME #i miss him so much :(

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mairights · 5 years

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Okay, blurb idea. Peter is the barista at a coffee shop and always screws up the reader's name on purpose so she'll talk to him.

sorry if ur allergic to nuts lmfao reader asks for almond milk here xx

for being such a regular at the coffee shop around the corner, you’d think they’d get your name right more often. but alas, you’re thinking about the iced drink from yesterday and wondering how the barista managed to switch up the letters in the way that he did. it was the third time three visits it had happened. you chalked it up to him being new, because he was. not that you minded, anyway. the way his cheeks scrunched up whenever he smiled at you made up for the dumb ways he misspelled your name. probably a marketing tactic, anyway.

the line moves forward. a tall lady in front of you shuffled near the counter and leaves you to order yourself. lo and behold, your usual (and possibly illiterate) barista stands behind the register, signature smile on display and brown hair in disarray. he’s irrevocably cute and you curse him for tripping you up.

“hi,” he breathes out, placing a hand on the edge of the counter. you bite your lip and shift your bag.

“hi.”

a moment passes. his smile falters from its usual bright form, brows furrowing with it. the change in it makes your stomach drop.

“so what, uh... what can i get you?”

you blink hard. god, you’re a goof.

“sorry. i’m sorry. i’ll have, um, just a large vanilla latte, please?”

“hot or iced?”

“iced, please.”

“almond milk?”

he says the last bit casually, not even looking at you as he punches in the order. once again, you blink a bit. yeah, almond milk, always. you’re just surprised he asks. maybe he recognizes that because he smiles sheepishly. he looks briefly into your eyes before they quickly flit back to his hand.

“you... order it every time,” he murmurs. his fingers fidget with the sleeves of his sweater, white and soft. you notice the red shirt poking from beneath his collar.

you nod, pursing your lips to suppress a smile. “yeah. yeah, with almond milk, please.”

catching a glimpse of the line behind you, the barista’s cheeks flush even deeper. quickly, almost too quick for you to hear, he tells you your total. he takes your money with the same pace before letting you know you can wait at the counter for your drink.

once there, looking down at the marbled surface, fiddling with sugar packets, you pretend your cheeks aren’t so warm from the encounter. you pretend you didn’t notice the way he meaningfully pressed the receipt into your hands, that you didn’t recognize the somehow familiar curve of his smile. you’ve no reason to pretend anything, really. but maybe he misspells your name for a reason.

it only takes a few minutes before you hear a stuttering mispronounciation of your name from by the coffee machines.

“iced latte for-“

you step closer to the counter and raise a hand. the bright eyed barista holds your drink up in the air.

“that’s me.”

he doesn’t say anything, just moves toward you and hands you the drink. out of habit, you check the label. it’s misspelled like you expected it. you realize one thing, though: you didn’t tell him your name. as he walks away, quiet and looking down, you find your voice.

“you know, it’s not that hard to spell.”

his head whips up.

“huh?”

“my name. you misspell it a lot.”

almost immediately, his cheeks flush again. or did they ever pale? you bite your lip.

“oh...” he says, rubbing at the back of his neck, “i... i’m... bad at names, i guess?”

you can’t help the laugh that passes your lips. somewhat nervously, he laughs back. you notice how deep and warm the color of his eyes are when he looks up, and you don’t miss your heart leaping when someone takes his spot at the counter and he walks back over to you.

“if you need time to write it down for you, i can, y’know.”

“i’m sorry,” he continues, “i-i was being.. dumb.”

“dumb?”

“i...”

he pauses again. he stutters a lot on more than just your name. it’s cute, really. you wonder if anyone’s ever told him as such. the drink is just as sweet as you like when you sip it. the silence you leave is space for him to find his words.

“i kinda did it on purpose?”

he phrases it much like a question, speaking to to the sweet ‘n low on the counter. to be honest, you’re not surprised— there’s only so many times you can misspell the same name before it gets suspicious— but you still find your eyes widening.

“on purpose?”

“yeah, i know, i’m... i’m so sorry, it was dumb and probably creepy and it was a dumb way to get your number–“

“you... want my number?”

that’s cause for his words to halt. he looks confused, tilting his head and parting his lips. he so closely resembles a puppy that you nearly tear up.

“well... yeah.”

more bold than usual, you dig in your bag, finding a blue pen near the top. you snatch a napkin and quickly scrawl a series of numbers— yours.

“you don’t have to apologize,” you say softly, “just... wish you would’ve asked sooner.”

he doesn’t have anything to say to that, much less when you fold the napkin, take his hand, and fold his fingers over it (he has really soft hands).

“oh,” he breathes out.

you’re still holding his hand. tentatively, he pulls it back, but you give it a gentle squeeze. his breath hitches audibly.

“can i get your name? you don’t wear name tags here.”

“oh! oh, sorry. i’m peter.”

“hi, peter.”

after another soft squeeze, you release his hand. he stares down, just for a second, before opening his hand and looking down at the crumpled napkin. he’s really cute when he looks so happy, and you feel something balloon in your chest.

he looks back up and closes his fist over the napkin.

“hi.”

blurb night!!! 🕊💌💐

#ask #tyemmamarvel #bn 8.21.19 #peter parker blurb #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader

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shebeastly98 · 4 years

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A Festival to Remember | Part II

word count: 4172

warnings: some swear words, kissing, probably some bad grammar and the occasional misspelled word.

pairings: chris x reader

This is my first ever fan fiction/imagine so it might be a little rough. I plan on writing a part 3, if you want to be added to my tag list just let me know. There will be smut in part 3, just so ya know.

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@denisemarieangelina

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It took everything Chris had in him not to sprint across to his compound. He wasn’t sure which room was her, all the rooms had balcony’s overlooking the court yard, he didn’t want her to step onto the balcony and see him running. He started thinking about the kiss, the way her lips seemed to perfectly fit into his. The sound of her moan, the feel of it against his mouth. The way her hair felt under her beanie. He was so deep in his thought he didn’t realize that he had picked up speed and was almost running, he slowed again to a walk thinking about finding that itinerary instead.

He entered his suite; which was rather roomy. The suite had a small kitchen which included a wine fridge in the island, it had a dining space, a fully furnished living room with a TV that hung over the fire place, the bedroom and bathroom were separated by a wall and a door. The bedroom contained a king size bed in the middle, there were two warn arm chairs near the door that let out to the balcony; the bathroom was extravagant. It had one of those showers that could hold 4 people length wise and maybe two people in width; it had detachable shower heads on the side, there was two rain shower heads, and some of those shower heads that stick out of the wall. It had one of those thermostats to set the exact temperature, the floors of the bathroom were heated, it had a double vanity and a bath tub big enough to fit 3 adults. When he first got there he had walked the place over, his manager had made sure that the fridge and cabinets were stocked with enough snacks and sweets to get him through. There was wine in the wine fridge; beer and some hard liquor was in the real fridge accompanying the snacks.

Chris swung the door open; had anyone seen him they would’ve thought he was mad. His eyes frantically searching the tables and counter for the itinerary he was given, he didn’t want to keep her waiting. He slammed the door behind him and began walking all over the kitchen, he had set it somewhere this morning not really caring much to look at it. His manager and publicist always kept him on track throughout the day that it didn’t ever matter much to him, he cursed himself now for being so careless. He felt like the Tasmanian devil, he was ripping through the kitchen and dining room looking at every paper he could. After the counter and kitchen table weren’t fruitful he turned his attention to the coffee table in the living room, once he reached it sighing in relief when it was the first paper he picked up.

He held it in front of him, turning the TV on for some background noise. He kept scanning the paper trying to find a time when he would be able to see her again. Tomorrow was his busiest day of his whole trip, it seemed every moment of his day was going to be taken up. Unless she wanted to wake up at 530 am to get breakfast and coffee, which he highly doubted because it was coming up on 1am. He was used to minimal sleep but wasn’t sure if she was. He had his first interview scheduled at 7am the interview was scheduled to last between 90 and 120 minutes, at 9 am one of his movies was premiering then he was scheduled to go to 3 back-to-back interviews, followed by another movie, and finally he was scheduled to make appearances at 2 or 3 after parties. He had no issue having her at the after parties with him but he wasn’t sure how she would feel considering they had just met and started spending time together. He knew she wouldn’t mind putting off spending time together for another day when he would have free time but he wanted to see her and spend as much time with her as he could. He texted his manager and publicist asking if it was possible to just have her tag along for the day; he was deep in thought, so deep he didn’t hear the first knock at the door. She had knocked softly so she wasn’t sure if he had heard it or not, she didn’t want to annoy him or wake him up but she just wanted to see him again just to make sure he was real; make sure their night was real.

She knocked harder on the door; it wasn’t so hard that she would wake anyone up but if he was awake in there he would hear it, and he did. He got up wondering if maybe his manager or publicist, who were staying just a few doors down, had just gotten up to talk to him. He opened the door and saw her standing in front of him; she no longer had her beanie or scarf on, she had her jacket unbuttoned a little so he could see some cleavage. He was sure she didn’t do it on purpose; he didn’t think that she was that type of girl.

She had been standing sideways, she was wringing her hands showing just how nervous she was. It took her a second to turn and look at him head on; she hadn’t thought she would make it this far, it took her about 5 minutes in her hotel room talking with her friends to realize that maybe she should’ve invited him up for a drink. She didn’t even realize she was walking to his place until she was half way there, she froze for a moment thinking that this was crazy and he would think she’s a stalker. Her friends had encouraged (more like pressured) her to take this leap and go to him. She had remembered his room number and looked at the map to see where the room was.

He was stunned to see her standing there looking at him with wide eyes. His mouth dropped open, she looked at him and gave him a big smile. She didn’t wait but a second to speak.

“I remembered you telling me what your room number is, I promise I’m not a stalker! I was telling my friends about our night and they asked me if I was crazy for letting you just walk away; I realized that I didn’t want the night to end so I found your building on the compound map and came here…”

Chris was still shell shocked that she was even there in front of him. He stood there just looking at her, he could feel the blush coming up his chest and onto his face. Her smile quickly faded when he wasn’t responding.

“Or I can turn around and leave, I am realizing now that not only do I look like a creep but I also look pathetic and weird because I am just rambling. Which the rambling is only making things worse. Oh god I shouldn’t have come…”

She lowered her head and turned around to leave, he gently grabbed her elbow turning her around. His hand swiftly moved from her elbow to cup her face; tilting her head up and placing his lips on hers in a sweet kiss. It took her a second but she relaxed into the kiss placing one had on his hip and the other wrapped around his fore arm. The way she gently placed her hand on his fore arm made all the hairs on his body stand on end, partly because her hands were freezing but mostly because she was soft and gentle with him. He placed his other hand on the dip in her low back; he gave a gently slight tug trying to pull her into his room. Once she felt the tug on her head and low back she stepped in; they cleared the path of the door and her hand left his hip and closed it. She quickly threaded her fingers into his hair.

The kiss started out slowly, just lips locked perfectly against each other. Once he heard the click of the door closing he gently tugged on her hair eliciting a moan from her at which point he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She didn’t seem to have an issue, her hand moved from his forearm to his side and she tugged him closer. Their tongues were in sync, almost like they were dancing a waltz or a tango. He felt like he bumped into everything in the kitchen trying to get them to the couch. They stood in between the coffee table and the couch, she barely pulled away letting their lips ghost over one another while her chest heaved. Their breath mixed in between them; they had eye contact locked just standing there both catching their breath.

Chris’ phone sounded; signaling that he had just received a text. He gently wrapped one arm around her waist and brought her with him when he plopped on the couch. She was sitting next to him; thighs touching while she tried to catch her breath, he could see she was still trying to piece together what had just happened.

He leaned forward grabbing his phone, he leaned back and she moved so her legs were resting on his, she leaned back so her head was against the cushioned arm rest. He sighed happy she was getting comfortable, he opened his phone. His manager had texted him letting him know that she was more then welcome to join, his manager let Chris know that he would have her pass at the first interview. She shouldn’t have any issues getting in as long as her and Chris show up together. Chris let out a sight sigh; this meant they could spend most of the day together. He would be in interviews but she would be there in the same room, in between events they could talk, and she’d be by his side during his movies. He felt like an 80 pound weight was off his shoulders, but was immediately replaced with a 150 pound weight on his chest. How was he going to ask her to join him?

He sent a quick text thanking his manager for getting back to him so quickly this late at night. His breathe caught in his throat when his mind was running through scenarios about how he was going to ask her. She could feel his breathe catch and saw his muscles tense.

“What’s on your mind?”

Her voice was calm; her breathing had steadied and she didn’t sound anxious. Her moved her hand to rest on his should trying to reassure him that she was there to listen. He let out a heavy sigh deciding the best way to ask her would just be to tell her the story and get it out.

“Well you said you wanted to spend time together tomorrow, which I want to spend as much time with you as possible. When I got back here I found my itinerary” He leaned forward grabbing the paper and handing it to her. “I looked it over and unless you want to wake up at 530 to get breakfast I wouldn’t have time to see you tomorrow. I don’t really know what was crossing my mind, but I texted my manager and my publicist asking if there was any way to get you a pass to join me all day long. Like I said my mind was swimming with thoughts and so I don’t even know why I asked him without talking to you first.” His let out a shaky breath, he could feel his hands sweating. He was worried she was about to get weirded out, or maybe even walk out.

“I would love to spend all day with you, I mean if you’re able to get those passes. If not I would gladly wake up in 4 hours to go to breakfast with you; but as a warning that’s early so I probably will look like a train wreck.” She smiled at him brightly and removed her hand from his shoulder making herself a little more comfortable. She let out a light laugh at the end, she saw the relief wash off his face and his muscles become less tense.

“Well lucky for us both my manger let me know he can get you passes you just have to show up with me to my first interview at 7.” He suddenly felt so light, all the weight was off his shoulders.

Being around her was intoxicating for him. She was calm, reassuring, light, funny, sweet, and so much more. She sat up for a second taking her jacket off and throwing it onto one of the other chairs in the living room. As she started laying back down he leaned into her; his head was going to be resting on junction of her humerus and her clavical. He moved his arm under her and they both moved their legs in unison so they were laying straight across the couch. His wrapped his other arm around the front of her midsection; she placed one hand behind her head and the other arm rest on his back lightly tickling it. They both turned their attention to the TV, it was playing the movie This is Where I Leave You.

“This is one of my favorite movies I’ve seen. I think the movie has such a beautiful message and the delivery of it just sets it even more. The way it shows you that life is complicated for everyone, everyone has demons that follow them. Demons from childhood, adolescents, and adult hood that we all battle with constantly. The idea that not everyone is the total sum of just what you see. It’s amazing.”

The way she spoke about movies was astonishing to him; sure everyone loved movies and talking about them but she sounded more like a director or a critic with her description of this one. He couldn’t wait to hear her talk about more movies.

“I have actually never seen this one, but the cast looks loaded. I will have to add this to my watch list.”

“We could always watch it together one of these days if you want to”

The way she said it so nonchalantly made him give a slight chuckle, there was no way she missed it but she chose not to ask about it instead letting a smile creep onto her face. Neither of them was in a hurry to go anywhere; both content just be in each others company. He felt her heart start beating so he looked at her. Their eyes locked for a moment then she made the move; her hand moved from behind her head to entwine in his hair. She lightly tugged and moved his lips to hers. He quickly moved so he was hovering over her; her hands roamed his body occasionally running through his hair. The kiss was extremely passionate; he felt like there were fireworks in his stomach, he felt the spark on their lips as they touched. Their tongues began to fight for dominance, Chris tongue quickly one setting the pace. After what felt like 10 minutes he pulled away, falling back to her side as they both catch their breath.

A different movie had started; he didn’t recognize it. He doesn’t know how long they were laying there when he felt her breath even out. He had been feeling sleep creep into his brain but wasn’t wanting to have her out of his arms. He peered up at her face and she looked so peaceful there, he decided that he would lay there with her a little longer then he would move her to the bed and he would stay sleeping on the couch.

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He jarred awake; his ringtone was one brutal to his ears this early in the morning. He quickly reached into his pocket and shut it off. His mind was now waking up; he felt her body in his arms, felt her warm against his chest. Sometime in the night they had shifted they were both laying on their sides; her face buried in his chest, both of her arms wrapped around his midsection, his arms were wrapped around her shoulders, and their legs entwined with each other. He looked again at the phone to check the time, it was 5am and he needed to get up and get ready. He was sure she would want to head over to her room and get ready for the long day that was ahead of them.

He made sure to be gentle, he softly shook her and her eyes fluttered open. He watched her face as she woke up; the many stages she went through were comical to him. She was beautiful even first thing in the morning; her makeup was slightly smudged and her hair was a mess but he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Holy shit I did not mean to fall asleep here. I am so sorry, you have a big day today and you totally should’ve slept in a bed!”

Her voice was sleepy and raspy and absolutely adorable. The biggest smile plasters onto his face and he just chuckles.

“I slept amazing last night, so I am not too worried. Today is going to be a long day though, you are more then welcome to shower here. We’ve got to be there by about 6:45 to make sure everything is set up, we can grab breakfast and a coffee on the way if you want?”

“While showering here does sound rather enticing, I need a change of clothes and to brush my teeth. I’ll meet you back here in an hour? Then we can go grab that bite to eat and a coffee?”

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Chris took his time in the shower; his thoughts just swimming with her. He liked that she was all he could think about, he just hoped that he was all she could think about. Things just felt so easy with her already; he was curious how things would go today, if the flow would continue. His shower was nice and warm, the cold air of park city made it hard to get out. He had fallen asleep last night before he could make sure the heater was on. After about 30 minutes in shower he was decently pruned and decided it was time to get out.

He dried his upper half off then tied the towel at his waist. He immediately walked over to the thermostat turning it up so it would be about 72 in the suite. He wasn’t sure how they had made it all night with only a small throw blanket on but then he remembered how their body heats mixed and created an amazing warmth that got into his bones.

He took time trying to pick out his outfit; it would need to be something that was warm, comfortable, casual yet professional, he had multiple interviews today which meant a lot of camera time and pictures. He scanned through the closet where his manager had hung most of his clothes so they wouldn’t get wrinkled. He grabbed a white T-shirt and a pair of underwear pulling both on while still looking and thinking of what to wear. His mind flashed to her and what she would wear, the day before she was dressed perfectly for a day like today. She had been wearing black legging, an emerald loose fitting V-neck that showed just the right amount of skin, her cute maroon carhart jacket, and a black scarf and beanie. All the clothes hung on her body perfectly; it seemed like no matter how she moved her clothes always laid on her body perfectly.

He decided to wear his white shirt, a brown suede hooded leather jacket, and khaki pants. He was giving himself a good once over in the bathroom mirror making sure that he looked presentable. The outfit was comfortable and the jacket would keep him plenty warm. He checked the clock and it was about five minutes to 6 and he heard a knock on his door. He grabbed a pair of shoes from the closet and headed for the door, he set the shoes down by a chair at the kitchen table. He opens the door to see her smiling face. She had her hair in a half up half down style, all of it was still in the loose flowing curls. She had some modest eye shadow on again, she had winged liner, and mascara. He could tell she had washed her face by the way her cheeks looked a little too pink for a blush and not red like wind burn. She had wasn’t wearing a beanie but did have a scarf and her carhart jacket draped over her arm; she was wearing dark jeans that hugged every curve perfectly, she was had on a long sleeve white shirt with a black vest, and knee high brown leather boots.

He stood there looking her over for a second, she wore a big smile. Again he thought of how well her skin tone accentuated her [e/c] eyes. He really liked that she wasn’t one to cover her face in makeup, he liked that he could see her skin.

“I am almost ready, I just need to slip on my shoes and I’ll be ready to go.” He moved so that he stood next to the door swinging his arm gesturing for her to step in. She didn’t seem to hesitate at all before stepping in.

“Any idea of where you’re wanting to grab breakfast at? I don’t know much up the restaurants up here, as much as I love being up here I don’t spend much time up here.” She spoke as she walked passed him.

He quickly closed the door and sat on a dining room chair, she walked around the kitchen actually taking the time to check the place over. She ran her fingers along the counter and her eyes scanned the kitchen, she noticed that Chris was a rather tidy person, there was a wine and beer bottles on the counter but they were full so she figured it was just because there wasn’t room in either of the fridges.

“Well to be honest I was thinking we would just head to Starbucks, they have decent food there and they have good coffee. If you prefer somewhere else that’s fine with me, all these interviews today will have food but it’s all snack food. We’ll have to sneak out sometime to get lunch. I heard about this amazing pizza place at the top of main that I was thinking we would try if you like pizza?”

“That sounds amazing! I love Starbucks, I get their breakfast at least like 4 times a week before work. Also pizza if one of my favorite foods, I’ve been to that place your talking about and it is delicious! It will make an amazing lunch.”

She looked at him and smiled, he stood from his seat with his shoes on. He smiled right back at her, he can see a little glint in her eyes. She wraps her scarf around her neck she then frees her hair from under it, she slides both arms into her jacket.

“Alright well then, shall we?”

She walked around the island and looped her arm into his, her hand gently rested on his elbow while she shoved the other hand into her jacket pocket.

“I was thinking that we could take the car service today? Not that you’re a bad driver but with everything going on today I thought it would be easier and quicker. The people who run the festival have cars that will pick us up and drop us off right on time and right at the door so there will be less paparazzi.”

She was a decent amount shorter then him so when she looked at him she had to tilt her head up. They had just walked out of the suite, he had his phone in his hand ready to text his manager letting him phone which way they had decided. He made sure the door locked then was by her side again.

“That works for me, I’m happy as long as I get to spend time with you.”

He sends the quick text to his manager stating they were going to use the car service to which his manager replied letting him know car is already outside waiting, his manager also let him know that he had the pass for this mystery guest. Chris let out a huge sigh of relief as he grabbed her hand and headed towards the elevator.

#chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #cevans #cevans edit

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lipstickbisous · 5 years

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rough

description: he’s rough all over.

warnings: blood, some pretty gruesome shit, murderer!daniel, you’re not gonna like this, the boys aren’t in a band

tags: @trustfundparker @ijustreallylovethem @seavey-siren @bessonbear @coolkidcorbyn @katie-avery @keepseaveyweird @seaveyfeatures @tempus-ut-luceant

a/n: this is terrible quality gif whoops

“three more bodies have been found dead, scattered around la,” your eyes were glued on the tv with your phone pressed to your ear. daniel could hear the woman from the news and remained silent to listen in. “one of the bodies is 20-year old, jonah marias, who has been missing for three weeks.”

“jesus christ, daniel,” you whispered cupping a hand over your mouth.

you could hear daniel’s steady breathing over the phone. “i’m gonna be home soon,” he said. “lock the door. do not let anyone inside. i’m gonna tell corbyn that i need to leave.”

although daniel couldn’t see it, you nodded. “okay.” you whispered, instantly getting up and locking your front door. your apartment was empty and only the lights in the kitchen and living room illuminating your home.

“please come home soon.” you couldn’t almost hear daniel nod rapidly.

“as soon as possible.” he finished for you.

you didn’t realize it, but three hours passed by before you passed out on your couch. the tv was still playing. all you had been doing while you were alone in your apartment was watching the news to see what was happening.

the killings were happening all too frequently now. at first, they happened once every month and nobody knew the connects the dots. they happened in your city, which frightened you from the start, but daniel always protected you.

your nightmare was about the murderer. no one knew what his identity was, but the way your unconscious brain imagined him was with a mask, of course. he’d managed to get you; daniel came home to your dead body, and that’s right when you woke up.

you were sweating profusely when you woke up. your heart was beating at a rapid pace, your palms were clammy, and something just didn’t feel right. the lights were still on in your apartment, which made things feel worse.

a scream almost made its way out of your throat when you heard a knock at your door. your eyes widened as you stayed frozen in your seat. your blanket was tangled in your legs as you held a pillow to your chest.

“(y/n), baby, it’s me.” the familiar voice spoke and you sighed. you could only imagine a tired daniel standing at the door, just waiting to collapse in your arms and fall asleep. he was angel and you were lucky to have him.

but you had to be sure. you grabbed your phone and texted him to see if it was actually him at the door. you looked through the peephole and noticed his bright blue eyes. you unlocked the door and wrapped your arms tightly around him.

he laughed. “someone’s excited to see me.” you could feel him smile into your shoulder before you let go and let him walk inside.

““i’ve just been so scared,” you admitted, rubbing the bare skin on your arms. daniel set his keys on the table and looked at you softly.

“princess,” he cooes, replacing your hands with his and pulling you closer to him. “don’t be scared. i’m always gonna be here to protect you.” you only nodded in response and pressed your head to his chest.

»«

“i’m sorry, (y/n), i don’t know where daniel is,” corbyn genuinely apologized. “i’ve been at home all night.”

you sighed, rubbing your eyes and trying to hold in a sob. “it’s been four hours. he’s been gone for four hours without letting me know anything, i’m worried. it’s not safe out there.”

“he’s gonna be fine,” corbyn tried to reassure you, but he wasn’t sure how. “i’m sure of it.”

you bit down on your lip and exhaled a large breath. “okay,” your voice was timid and small. you gulped silently and wondered where the hell your boyfriend was. “thank you, corbyn.”

after saying your goodbyes, you hung up the phone and turned the tv on. “another body has been found in palisades park. the only difference from the other found bodies is that this one is still alive. police say that these murders have no connection at all. ‘they kill whoever they come across’.”

you instantly turned the tv off, not having the time to watch the gruesome news. “he’s getting sloppy.” you thought to yourself.

looking down at your phone, you wondered if calling daniel one more time was a good idea. you never liked the idea of coming off as clingy, but you were extremely worried about your boyfriend.

the phone run twice before you heard daniel’s voice. “hey, baby,” he spoke as if nothing was wrong.

“where the hell are you?” you slightly yelled, causing daniel to grow tense behind the phone.

“baby, calm down,” he whispered, and you then heard the police sirens in the background.

“are those sirens?”

he sighed. “yeah,” he said, biting his lip. “i’m at the crime scene. i was walking to my car and i came across it and- oh god, (y/n), it’s terrible.”

your eyes widened as you could only think about what happened there. you could only imagine what it looked like. “please come home, dani,” you said with a broken voice, and daniel noticed it. “please.”

you could almost hear him nod through the phone. “okay, baby,” he whispered. “i’m coming home.”

as daniel drove home in his brand new car, he mentally screamed at himself. “you’re gonna get caught,” he spoke to himself, tuning out the music that played. “you’re getting sloppy and you are going to get caught. that person is alive because of you.”

he could remember what it was like to watch the color and life drain out of the person’s eyes. the news had gotten it wrong; daniel did kill with strategy. he killed all the people that were no good for life. his first victim was a pedophile and a rapist. he saw it as doing the world a favor.

his most recent victim, the man who was still alive, was a man who’d grabbed you in a bar. daniel couldn’t bare to think about the night. he’d found the man and almost, just almost gotten his revenge. but now that the man was alive, there was a possibility that he had seen daniel’s face.

daniel pulled over to the side of the road and into an abandoned parking lot. he hit his head against the steering wheel, grinded his teeth. and punched the leather in his seat, until his fists bled. he had no idea how he was going to explain that to you, but he knew he could come up with a good lie.

once he reached your apartment complex, he was hesitant to walk inside your shared home. what if the news already got out? what if you knew?

realizing he left the key to your home on the table, he knew he needed to knock. but it made him only more nervous. what if you didn’t answer?

but before he could knock, the front door pulled open and you wrapped your arms around him. “jesus christ, daniel,” you whispered, feeling him immediately hug you back. “i was so worried.”

daniel rubbed your hair. “i’m sorry, love,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head. “i’m here now.”

you nodded and noticed the blood starting to dry up on the skin of knuckles. “what the hell?” you muttered to yourself. you held his fists in your hand but he pulled them back to his chest.

“went boxing,” he said shortly. “forgot to bring gloves so i only had the tape from there. wasn’t really good tape.”

you smiled warmly and kissed around the bloody areas. “well, go get cleaned up. i’m not your mama, i can’t fix wounds.” daniel laughed and nodded, kissing your forehead once again as he pressed your head to his chest.

»«

with a cup of wine in your hand, you tiredly lied on the couch, cuddled with one of daniel’s pillows. he said he was going to be out tonight with corbyn and jack. just in case, you called corbyn to see if daniel was with them, and much to your satisfaction, he was. it wasn’t that you didn’t trust daniel; you just didn’t know anymore.

daniel had texted you to tell he’d be coming home soon. recently, he’d been coming home around 11:00, but it was only 9:00; you couldn’t complain.

the way he’d texted you was odd - he’d misspelled almost every word - but you figured he was just a little drunk. daniel was always a fun and cuddly drunk so you knew it was going to be a good night.

on the other hand, daniel ran as fast as he could. he sprinted down alleyways, jumped over trash cans and cars, and raced to get back home to you. he was completely stupid if he thought he could get away with killing someone in a club. everyone there was drunk and/or high, so he thought that no one would notice a dead body floating around in the crowd. he was right, they didn’t.

but the police did. he didn’t see a sign of them as he was running, but he could never be too sure. he still had his blade on him just in case. he had blood all over his shirt, and of course, he’d chosen a white one.

there was blood on the cut in his lip from when the guy fought back and punched him. he was sure that a bruise was already forming. he had no idea how he was going to explain it to you.

once he’d gotten to your door, he felt a pain in his rib cage. his victim was rough; he fought back, unlike all the others. he leaned against the door and banged on the wooden barrier. he didn’t realize it, but once you’d opened the door, he fell to the floor of your apartment.

“daniel!” you yelled, holding him by the sides and pulling him over to the bathroom. the first thing you noticed was the blood. none of his injuries were terrible, just cuts and bruises that needed tending to.

“hey, baby,” he said with a smirk as you patched up his wounds. “can’t fix wounds my ass.”

you laughed at his statement but then remembered that it was no time to be laughing. “stop, this isn’t funny,” you said, sitting him down on the edge of your bed. “what the fuck happened?”

daniel gulped, his brain coming up with a quick lie. “h-he got me,” was all he could mutter out. “i was leaving and- he got me.”

your eyes widened as your mouth parted open. you felt your heartbeat increase and the words in your throat trip over themselves. all you could think of the to say was, “i told you to be careful.”

he chuckled breathlessly and clutched his stomach. your eyes grew teary. “i’m okay, babe,” he whispered. “i’m okay. i’m not dead.”

you didn’t want to laugh but you let a small smile shine. “well,” you cleared your throat. “i’m very glad for that.”

daniel smiled and placed his hand on your cheek, cupping the skin and gently rubbing it with his fingers. you wrapped your arms around him to engulf him in a much-needed hug. he hugged back, which caused his position to change.

you felt a hard and sharp object sticking out from daniel’s jeans. your eyebrows furrowed and you moved away from daniel, causing him to be confused. “what’s wrong, beautiful?” he played with your hair. you gently pushed his hand away, breaking his heart. you looked down and patted the sharp area.

daniel’s eyes widened and you looked back up into them. he gulped, and the two of you remained frozen. “w-what?” you breathed out. you reached into his pocket and pulled whatever the object was.

a blade.

the same exact blade you had seen on the news.

you stopped breathing. you looked down at the blood-covered weapon. your lips were dry and you stuck your tongue out to rid yourself of the feeling. “daniel...” you started.

“(y/n), please,” he said calmly, sitting back up.

“what is this?” you whispered, holding the blade up to him. he stared at it the same he would stare at you; it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. it disgusted you as you gagged.

he remained silent. you dropped to your knees. “oh god, daniel,” you whispered. “i-it’s you. you’re...him.”

silence.

“you've been murdering people, y-you’re the man i’ve been scared of these past months.” it broke his heart to hear and see you.

you shook your head and wiped away the tears. daniel, of all people, was the killer. he was the sweetest, most caring, most beautiful, and talented man you’d ever met. this wasn’t him - there must’ve been a reason behind it.

“why?” you breathed out.

daniel didn’t respond so you screamed it. “why!”

he shivered. “i was doing the world a favor.”

you dropped the blade and sobbed, not caring if you let him see you cry. the man you’d spent two years loving - you gave him everything you had, but this was who he was.

“i-i can’t,” you said, getting up, tripping over your own steps. you leaned against the doorway. “you can’t get away with this, daniel. innocent people.”

“they weren’t innocent,” he spoke to you. “they were bad people, rapists, murderers, i was ridding the world of them.”

this time, you stood up strong. you gulped and looked daniel in the eyes. “you’re no different.” you watched the color change and it scared you. they went from a beautiful blue to a raging ocean to a soft and gentle sky.

“please, (y/n),” he begged, walking closer to you. you flinched away from him, scared of what he could do. “please stay. i’ll stop killing people, i’ll stop it all, please just stay.”

you shook your head. “i can’t stay with you,” you muttered. “you are- no.”

daniel let out a yell when you opened the door. and it happened fast. his arms were around you as he turned you around to face him. then, there was a sharp feeling in your abdomen. you looked down to see a red stain on you shirt and you felt your skin ripping apart from the inside.

you struggled to breath as you lost all strength. you fell into daniel’s arms which only pushed the knife deeper. you let out small whimpers, looking up into his eyes.

they were wide and full of regret. “no, no, no,” he whispered to himself. he winced as he slid the weapon out of you, watch your face contrort in pain. “what have i done? i’m sorry, (y/n), i’m so sorry. i love you so much, beautiful.”

you bit down on your lip as you reached to your wound. you instantly felt the hot liquid seeping from your body. “daniel.” you breathed rapidly, growing anxious, but what for? you knew the outcome of the situation. his eyes grew teary.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he whined, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you. your body went limp, your hand no longer held his, and when he looked down at your face, all he was met with were those lifeless eyes.

the last thing you felt were his hands touching your skin, his tears soaking into his shirt, and small puffs of breath as he sobbed.

“i love you so much.” and with that, he pulled you closer and pressed your head to his chest.

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A Fluff By Any Other Name

Word Count: 1.8K Category: One-shot, Domestic Family Fluff, Husband Dean, Reader Insert Mommy, Sam And Dogs, Practical Jokes, Meet Cute Rating: Teen & Up Character(s): Dean, Sam, You, a Newborn, a Nurse Pairing(s): Dean + You Warnings: None Author’s Note: *This is a re-post minus tags and links in an effort to get it to show up in searches*; more post-story Overall Summary: Sam arrives at the hospital to meet his newborn niece.

Dean was waiting for Sam in the hallway.

“No flowers?”

“Uh, she hates flowers. Figured I’d ask what she wants for dinner, run get it.”

“Maybe I would’ve appreciated the flowers.”

“You know, I’m going to let this go, because you’ve had a long day, but not as long as hers, so—”

“Ask me.”

“Ask… what?”

“You know.”

“Dean, did you sneak some morphine, or whatever they’ve been—”

“Ask me what your niece’s name is. Actually, no - ask me what it’s not.”

His voice hadn’t ratcheted down to the deep-deep levels of pissed off - and, to be sure, there were several subtle variations Sam knew well, having been on the receiving end of all of them - but Dean was definitely serious, and had crossed his arms for good measure.

“I legit don’t know where you’re going with—-”

“The dogs. All your foster dogs. You took the good names.”

“Okay, now, that’s— I started volunteering way before she ever got pregnant, before you two even got serious, come to think of it. And I just chose a bunch of names that I thought of off the top of my—-”

“I picked up on that, yeah - around the time you used Jessie. And on that real jumpy, kinda twitchy one, which was extra weird. And was a boy.”

“Wait, wait - that was such a sweet dog, and besides - you really would’ve wanted to name your daughter after my dead fiancée?!”

“Oh, everybody’s dead, Sam!” Dean whisper-hissed. “And, no, not necessarily, but I do wonder what Jessica’d think about that…. about that…. what damn breed was that thing?”

“A mix.”

“Of?”

“A pooset and a corgat.”

“Sam. The hell.”

“A poodle-basset hound mix and a rat terrier-corgi mix shared a special hug—”

“So it’s a poocorgaset.”

Sam stared.

“Corsetpoogat.”

Sam brought a hand up, slowly rubbed his temples.

“Can I pull from the rest of the real names? I mean, ratbassgipoo is turning my crank.”

“But always the poo.”

“Of course always the poo, what the hell good does -dle do anybody?”

The nurse cleared her throat - she was leaning into the hallway, a leg and foot still in the room. “We’re done. Everything’s looking good. She said for you guys to come on in, but if you’re in the middle of…..”

“No! No, not at all. Hey, and this is my little brother, Sam. Sammy, this is our nurse, she’s been here the whole time, basically delivered Macka… Mmmuh… my kid.”

She raised her eyebrows at that, but smiled, extending her hand and shaking the one offered, introducing herself as Dean slipped past them.

“Uncle Sam, huh?”

“Uh-huh…. oh god, I just now realized that!”

“Eh… could be worse.”

“Yeah?”

“You could have a name that your nurse had to re-write on the birth certificate five times - twice for misspells, then again because she ran out of room. Me. I’m that person. We’re talking about me, here.”

“What was the fourth? Since there was a fifth?”

“Oh, well, that one? Can’t take credit for - under ‘father’s name’, the proud papa got a case of the jitters and wrote your father’s name.”

“Jeez, I’m so… I’m so sorry…”

Sam would’ve sounded sincere if he hadn’t burst out laughing, but she immediately joined in. And though he didn’t know it at the time, he would be sincere with her many more times than not, and he’d be getting plenty of it in return. Starting that night, when he’d ask if she’d be interested in getting coffee sometime. She would be tips-to-toes sincere when saying she hoped to hear from him soon.

They’d still keep bursting into laughter, amongst and in between the sincere times, over a million different things through the years. There’d be the breath-stealing kind, prompted by the action of more amusing-than-scary hunts; the gasp-induced kind, stemming out of nervous relief over the hunts that weren’t; and her favorite, the bent-over, knotted-into-cramps kind, resulting from drunken Dean tales of hunts long past. And then his favorite, when the Winchester kids were raising hell, and there was nothing to do but laugh.

This time, this first time, after the birth of their niece, in the moment they’d met, would ultimately get ranked as the best, though it was followed closely by the tear-tinged round that erupted after another first, when they heard the justice of the peace say the words “husband and wife”.

But that’s another story.

For now, Sam closed the door quietly before tip-toeing to the bed, bending and giving you a kiss on the forehead. He glanced over to the bassinet and back, saying, “Nice work.”

“Work is right.”

Dean was seated in an armchair next to your bed, unlacing his boots, but paused and looked up at this, tacking on a clarification. “Work is damn right.”

You winked in acknowledgment before speaking again. “So listen, while I’ve got you both—-”

“We in trouble already?” Dean asked, changing his seat from the chair to the opposite side of the bed, perching near the end.

“—-I wanted to make sure you knew that I haven’t totally lost my marbles with the name, and I know that’s what you’re both thinking.”

Sam opened his mouth, ready to protest, but Dean just held up his hands in a sort-of surrender.

“Babe, I know I said I’d be fine with whatever you chose, but we ain’t lied to each other yet, and wow - it’s horrible.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t worry. It’s an old family name, and, I mean… we could squeak a nickname out of it… probably… you know how some of these Gaelic names are, it’s hard to tell how to pronounce them on sight.”

“So how’s it pronounced?” Sam asked.

“Get ready,” Dean muttered.

And Sam’s jaw dropped briefly as something largely incomprehensible - possibly worse than the name was on paper - came out of your mouth. “Sis?” he said.

“Bro?”

“That’s beyond horrible.”

“Yeah, it is. It is a vicious eyesore that she won’t be able to spell for who-knows-how-long, it makes ears bleed, and I’m a garbage parent for it, though I will point out her father was zero help.”

Now Dean’s jaw dropped, but clearly in faux offense. “I resent that - ‘cause every name I said I liked….”

“….every name we agreed on, that we loved for her….”

“….was already a dog’s name.”

You and Dean turned your heads in unison, leveling looks at Sam.

“I can’t have taken up all of them—-”

“Mary.”

“Jane.”

“Which also took out Mary Jane.”

“Erica.”

“Charlotte.”

“Bobby, which took away ‘Bobbie’.”

“Sandra.”

Dean wrinkled his nose, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Right, right - not your fave. But we even would’ve been fine with Anne.”

“I haven’t named any of them Sandra or Anne,” Sam pointed out.

“No, but you did name that fire-engine-red cocker spaniel, the one that wouldn’t stop crawling into my lap, Anna - which was a real cute move, by the way,” Dean shot back.

“We’d already 86′d Anna, on your request, and I still haven’t heard that whole story,” you said, jabbing a finger into Dean’s chest before jabbing it in the air at Sam. “The one that really pissed me off? And I get to be pissed off because of the disaster that currently is my—”

“Whoa!” Dean interjected.

You gave him brief but pointed side-eye before getting back to fussing at Sam. “Millie. You took Millie. And she was an adorable dachshund, an absolute doll, but, I mean, come on.”

The tone of your voice had changed, leaving the realm of good-natured teasing and stepping into something akin to disappointment. It wasn’t lost on Sam, who looked to his shoes, swallowing. Then he let his gaze drift to the bassinet, keeping it there even as you went on, though now with gentle care.

“But I get it. We get it.”

“Get what?”

“That menagerie of furry fluff. Thinking they’re it. Only kids you’ll ever have.”

Sam was completely focused, spellbound by the rise-and-fall of the tiny, striped-blanket-bundle’s easy breaths.

Dean’s voice now, definitely deep, definitely serious, definitely one of the subtle variations Sam valued above all the rest, the slightly scolding one that hid a bottomless well of love.

“Can’t know the future, Sammy. I know sometimes we have, but…. nothing’s in stone. I sure as hell didn’t picture this for me. Ever.”

Sam nodded - it was true, just didn’t feel like it.

“And even if it was? Written in stone? Find another big-ass hammer, grenade launcher, whatever - lay waste, kiddo,” you added.

The baby suddenly jolted herself with a sneeze, causing a reciprocal jolt across her audience. She shifted a little, smacked her lips a few times, didn’t show the first indication of waking up, that anything in her brand new world was even slightly out-of-sorts. Her uncle briefly thought on the realization of how hard he’d fight to keep her in such a place as he brought his eyes back to her parents.

And was surprised to find them grinning.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Check out her bracelet,” Dean said.

Sam looked to you, received a nod.

“Go ahead,” you said. “She won’t notice.”

She didn’t, but did get a hell of a grip on a finger of the hand that moved her arm, so he slid the bracelet around with a few fingers of his free hand. Sam fought his own grin as he tucked her arm back under the blanket. Well, mostly - he opted to leave her hand out, let the grip remain for as long as she was willing to hold on to him, then raised an eyebrow at his shoulder-shaking, snickering brother.

Dean kept it up as he edged to the head of the bed, scooting in next to you best he could in the cramped space, quieting only when he let his eyes close, no need to see as he tilted on his side, laced his fingers through yours like he’d done a million times before, the metal of matching angel-blessed bands briefly clinking.

“So your nurse… she was in on this?” Sam asked you.

You shrugged. “Except the father’s name snafu - that part was 100% true.”

Eyes still closed, Dean briefly gave a thumbs-up, took your hand again, went back to his dozing.

You shook your head at him a little, though a smile was on your face as you went on. “She’s the whole package, my man.”

Sam smiled, too. “Yeah. I noticed that.”

“Thought you might.”

“Speaking of thoughts, what made you think of it? Not the prank, I mean—”

“Turns out, my great-grandmother had a nice, simple, easily pronounceable, no-brainer spelling, peach of a maiden name.”

“And the story on this middle name?”

“She’ll prove herself worthy.”

“Hardy-har-har,” Sam replied flatly, but still with a smile.

“It was the first name on both our lists…”

Even in the dim light, you saw his eyes go shiny.

“….and, we hedged our bets - figured even if you ran out of ideas, you’d never name one of your fluffs after yourself. Thought we’d do it for you.”

Author’s Note #2: There’s some fun background behind this story (such as the bit about the crazy name prank & how the story came to be in the first place), and if you care to know it, look at the end of the original post of this story, which you can find via my Master Story Post (see below)!

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