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odxrilove · 9 months

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☆ SEVENTEEN AND HOW YOU GET TOGETHER

pairing: seventeen x fem!reader

genre: fluff, non-idol!au, confessions, new relationships, ~2.2k

a/n: rec song - butterfly by stacy

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☆ SEUNGCHEOL

you and seungcheol were actually best friends when you decided to confess that you loved him. during your highschool years, seungcheol would often complain about girls not liking him because they thought he was intimidating– he would whine about graduating without having dated someone or being loved by someone. it was definitely a difficult decision on your part, confessing to him on your highschool graduation day. you were dressed in a pretty outfit and held out flowers for him, all the while you shared your biggest secret with him, explaining that you wanted him to know there were people that loved him. you’re fully prepared to be rejected but it never happens. instead, seungcheol holds your hand, kisses your cheek and asks you out on a date. “thank you, i’m grateful” “you deserved to know…”

☆ JEONGHAN

it was truly a bad day for you so you did what every logical person would do, go out for dinner, alone. it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, soon getting used to the weird glances the waiters sent your way. nonetheless, you could only feel heartbreak when you were served the wrong order. you then made eye contact with the guy sitting alone at the table across from yours and a short silent back and forth between your plates made you realize your orders had been mixed up. it didn’t take long before the mistake was corrected but the solo dinner soon started to feel like a duo dinner as you ate in front of each other. a bold question and less than five minutes later, you and the guy– who you found out was named jeonghan– were eating together at your table, sharing fun stories. suddenly, your day didn’t seem so awful anymore. “can i join you?” “i don’t see why not.”

☆ JOSHUA

you had always been quite fond of joshua, even if you two weren’t really friends and only shared two classes together. he had helped you with some homework in class once and even lent you his notes a few times when you caught a fever, but even if you knew he wouldn't mind helping you again, you still felt a bit bad about the endless hours he spent with you because of it. however, life doesn’t always go our way and so you begged joshua for help once again after you bumped into him at the mall while searching for a birthday gift for your sibling. joshua, again, spent hours with you, but this time, it felt different. joshua made it feel like you were hanging out together and you quickly found yourself buying him a gift as a thank you– you just didn’t expect him to kiss you in the middle of the mall after it though. “why- why did you kiss me?” “i’m just giving you something in return.”

☆ JUN

working with jun was the best thing that could have happened to you to be honest. he was your favorite coworker and everyone knew, even your boss pointed it out once. one day, your lunch disappeared from the break room, and jun was there to share his lunch with you, slicing his little chocolate brownie dessert in two, giving you the biggest piece. you were happy, until your lunch was stolen again the next day, and the day after, and the whole week after. someone in the office was a lunch-stealer and you had enough, not even bothering to bring lunch today, dragging jun with you to have lunch at a restaurant near work. you wished lunch break lasted longer because getting to know jun outside of work just proved you were right to favor him. that same night, you had dinner with him, and the day ended with you two watching a movie at your apartment, unofficially having your first date. “i can’t believe someone would actually steal your grilled chicken sandwich!” “..how’d you know i made a grilled chicken sandwich for lunch?”

☆ HOSHI

while you were busy watching over your neighbor’s kids at the park for a hefty amount of cash, hoshi was dragging his two friends over to the playground and its blue slide with a huge grin. some concerned parents glance at him weirdly when he goes down the slide but they soon let it go when they realize he’s just playing around, like all the other kids. the kids, however, soon flock around him when they notice his tiger hoodie and a game of hide and seek ensues not long after. you’re still watching over them and smile at the joyful expression of the seemingly sweet guy. he's good with the kids, ruffling their hair and giving them piggyback rides. when it’s time for the kids to get their afternoon snack, you offer one to the man, who accepts and happily sits next to you. chatting with soonyoung is just so easy that you end up giving him your number and going out for ice cream the next day. “y’know, the kids loved playing with you.” “it’s the tiger hoodie effect.”

☆ WONWOO

you swear that the librarian always puts the books you like on higher shelves because you’re convinced she hates you– you were only late once to return a book. you’re almost considering asking for help when a tall stranger picks it up, making awkward eye contact with you when he realizes you both were reaching for it. the next time you go to the library, you spot the tall stranger sitting at one of the tables, the desired book in his hands. you speak up out of nowhere but he gets scared and cuts his finger on one of the pages, pouting at his finger sadly. you’re not even sure why you’re reaching into your bag for one of your bandaids, but the smile he gives you as he eyes the cat design on the bandaid makes your heart beat. you prepare to leave the library but then he calls out for you, shyly offering to read the book together, and who are you to say no to that offer? “wait, no, go back, i wasn’t done yet!” “you know you can touch the book too right?”

☆ WOOZI

you and woozi had known each other for a little while, working at the same studio and having a similar fanbase on social media. you both respected and acknowledged each other, but that was basically it. all that changed when you had to work on a song with him, and although he tried keeping his distance at first, he quickly warmed up to you when you brought him a homemade meal once. the song’s finally done and is well received by the public, people saying the two of you go well together. you have a last meeting to discuss the song and then it’s radio silence on your part. it’s only months later that woozi hears from you again. he finds out you quit and started working independently and even before he can say he’s proud of you, he’s asking you out. “lucky the ‘dating between coworkers is not allowed’ rule doesn’t apply anymore” “why do you think i reached out after i quit?”

☆ SEOKMIN

surprisingly, you had met seokmin at a club and had spent the entire night talking to each other in a corner instead of dancing and drinking. after that “eventful” night, all his friends knew you as the “club girl”. the more you and seokmin chatted every day, the more he started to fall for you. it became so bad that his friends had stopped trying to convince him to confess. but then you mentioned going on a date once and he immediately started dropping hints, scared that you would go out with someone else. it’s during a karaoke session at your favorite karaoke bar that he finally has enough alcohol in his system to gather the courage to confess. he dedicates a love song to you, singing his heart out and making you tear up. you then go home, both tipsy and an emotional confession follows. “i can’t believe your friends know me as the ‘club girl’!” “hey, now they will know you as my girl!”

☆ MINGYU

at your friend’s party, someone decided playing a game of spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven would be ideal. the first rounds were going smoothly but then the bottle landed on you and when you looked up, you realized the one who spun the bottle was already looking at you. they locked you two in a closet and you learned his name was mingyu– and that he was super handsome too. it didn't last long before the two of you were making out, mingyu pushing you against the wall as you gripped his shirt and pulled at his hair. even the opened door and the gasps couldn’t stop you two from kissing. you left shortly after, hand in hand. you don't really know how you ended up at a diner at this hour, but sharing a strawberry milkshake with mingyu definitely ended the night on a good note. “i think we should date– just a suggestion." “yeah? take me out for dinner first though”

☆ MINGHAO

you had started attending the same class as minghao since the beginning of the semester but never really bothered to interact with each other. that was until you were late for a school meeting and in your haste, ran into minghao and his cup of iced tea. the stress of having to change your top at the last minute, while already being late, was visible on your face and minghao gently offered you his shirt. it fit a bit too loose on you but it suits you well, and your meeting ends up going smootlhy. the next day, you go to find minghao in class, standing sheepishly next to his desk as you hand him his freshly washed shirt back. he only chuckles when you tell him you owe him but then he’s asking you out for dinner, smiling up at you. “are you sure this is what you want?” “well, considering that i’ve found you cute since the beginning of the semester, yeah.”

☆ SEUNGKWAN

it wasn’t a secret that you had a long-time crush on seungkwan. he had been suspicious of you for awhile before mutual friends of yours confirmed his suspicions, telling him that you didn’t even mind him knowing. that had him seriously curious and he started to take some interest in you. when valentine’s day arrives, he’s waiting for you to confess but he never receives a letter from you that day. he’s honestly very surprised, upset, vexed and goes to ‘confront’ you. the only thing you do is ask him why he cares and that makes him think. yeah, why does he even care? it bothers him for days and he finally realizes he likes you. weeks later, seungkwan stands in front of you, a letter and your favorite snacks in hand. “it’s not even valentine’s day anymore.” “just take the gift!”

☆ VERNON

during a party, a group of people play truth or dare and both you and vernon are dared to fake date each other because your mutual friend– the one who dared you– wanted to play cupid. you two end up continuing to “date” even after the dare supposedly ends, or expires. the, at first, awkward meetings turn into fun hangouts before becoming real dates. the forced proximity turns into gentle side hugs and firm hand holding before becoming shy but daring kisses. and at last, the “nice to officially meet you, partner.” turns into “i don't think this is fake anymore...” before finally becoming “i love you”. your friends had all seen it slowly coming but they still were the happiest at the outcome, your mutual matchmaker friend grinning from the sidelines. “so, i guess we have to date now?” “yeah– what’s your name by the way?”

☆ DINO

you used to work part time at an ice-cream parlor during summer break, and chan worked at the pizzeria across the street from your job. the ice cream parlor was always so busy compared to the pizzeria that you never noticed him staring at you. after almost two months of crushing on you, he goes to ask for your number while you’re on shift, convinced by his friends. however, you turned him down because you were on shift and as a result, you had to look at chan walk back to the pizzeria, rejection written all over his face. chan was super pouty for the rest of the week but when he’s finally done with his long saturday shift, he finds you waiting for him, next to his beat up car. he’s tired and honestly, cranky but when you hand him your phone, asking him for his number, he’s wide awake. “you waited for me?” “i had to make it up to you somehow..”

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goldennikko · 1 year

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I'M SORRY PT. 1 — yu jimin

summary : making each other jealous went a little too far.

pairing : karina x reader

tags : f!reader ; jealousy ; argument

requested: ✔

word count : 3.9k

parts : 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】

this was not how you expected your evening to go.

you'd think that if jimin brought you to a night out with her idol friends, she'd make you feel at ease. you didn't know them and weren't close to them because you weren't an idol. you knew their names, but not who they truly are as people.

so you expected jimin, your girlfriend, to look after you or at least talk to you in this restaurant she had taken you to. however, the moment the two of you entered the restaurant, she was whisked away by her idol friends, leaving you alone and perplexed because she didn't even look back at you or drag you along with her.

as you watched her interact with jeno and minjeong, you ignored the pain in your chest. her smile was definitely not that big when it was directed at you earlier today, but you assumed your girlfriend was just excited to see them and let it slip, and looked away when you noticed someone approaching you out of the corner of your eyes.

"aeri!"

the japanese smiled broadly at you and embraced you, which you eagerly returned. yizhuo appeared behind aeri and replaced the japanese girl, pushing the older girl away because she was taking her time embracing you. as you wrapped your arms around yizhuo, you sent an apologetic look to aeri, and the japanese shyly smiled back.

"come, unnie, meet the others!"

the guys were introduced to you by aeri and yizhuo, but you weren't paying attention because your gaze was fixed on the guy jimin was talking to. jeno had this expression on his face, and you recognized it because jimin has it whenever she looks at you, and you know you have it too when jimin does something ridiculously adorable. he had this wide soft smile on his face and crescent moon-shaped eyes as he watched jimin enthusiastically talk about something you couldn't really hear because they were too far away from you. they were standing close, perhaps a little too close for comfort because one wrong move and their skin would come into contact.

you shifted your gaze away when you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. aeri frowned at you, her brows furrowed in worry, and you raised your brows in silent question.

"are you okay?" aeri asked, looking over at yizhuo, who was fighting with chenle.

you couldn't help but curse the japanese. when it comes to you, nothing would escape the notice of your best friend. aeri knew you too well, so even if you tried to lie your way out of this situation, she could still question you later.

"yes, ri. i'm fine." you smiled reassuringly, but aeri could see how it didn't reach your eyes as easily as it usually did. she couldn't ask you any more questions about it because you turned to shake mark's hand, who grinned cutely.

jimin, whose attention was drawn by the arguing duo, turned to scold them but stopped when she noticed you talking with mark. she watched you lean in as mark whispered something into your ear and you laughed, a red tint appearing across your cheeks, causing the canadian to smile lightly. a frown appeared on jimin's face, her ears turned red, and you would be able to tell she was jealous if only you looked at her.

however, you were too busy laughing with aeri and mark.

"come on, let's go! i'm hungry!"

due to haechan's insistent whining, everyone gathered around the table. jimin would normally pull a chair out for you, but she didn't. instead, she took jeno's hand as he drew her chair out, causing you to look at her in disbelief, which she did not return as she left you standing and continued talking to jeno and minjeong.

"here, y/n." as aeri pulled out the chair next to your girlfriend, she gave you an apologetic look, causing you to smile sadly at her.

"thank you, gigi."

jimin gave you a quick glance and watched you sit down with aeri's assistance, but she quickly turned away when the japanese gave her a hard glare. jimin felt bad for leaving you standing and strange because she was always pulling out your chair. however, her jealousy returned in full force when she heard you talking to mark, so she turned her attention to jeno.

both you and jimin were preoccupied with something or someone else while waiting for the food. it perplexed the boys, at least the ones introduced to you, as they stared at you and jimin literally back to back, not facing each other even once or uttering a single word between you two.

as much as it irritated you to hear your girlfriend laugh at someone else's stupid jokes, aka jeno's and occasionally minjeong's clumsy antics, rather than yours, your pride and annoyance won out. you scooted closer to aeri, the chair making a noise that drew jimin's attention to you as you rested your head against aeri's shoulder.

aeri tensed up, but relaxed once she realized it was you. "hey there."

"hey, gigi." you whispered. "can you help me out?"

"with… what?" as she trailed off, you could hear the hesitation in her voice. honestly, you were unsure about this as well, and aeri was aware of it. she pushed through her words, however, because she was curious of what you had in mind.

"making jimin jealous."

aeri knew it was a bad idea. she knew jimin would raise hell if you push her buttons, but how could she say no to your innocent face resting against her shoulder right now? more importantly, aeri was irritated by the way her leader was behaving.

so aeri nodded and rested her head against yours. you could see jimin glaring daggers at the two of you out of the corner of your eye, but she remained silent and returned to her conversation with the others, mainly jeno.

"y/n, do you wanna hear a joke?"

as you watched haechan wiggle his brows at you, you laughed. some of his members groaned, and jisung from across the table shook his head at you, but you wanted to give the boy a chance, so you nodded.

"alright. give it a shot, haechan."

mark sighed. "y/n, you're gonna regret that."

"yah! don't say that!"

you were having a good time because the boys were entertaining, especially haechan, who made the entire table laugh with his antics. although your girlfriend's behavior irritated you, you clung to aeri, trying to ignore the jealousy that bubbled up in your chest whenever you saw jimin smack jeno's arm.

you didn't know, but jimin, on the other hand, kept an eye on the japanese. she trusted aeri, but that was her girlfriend clinging on her arm. nonetheless, jimin interacted a bit too much with jeno.

soon enough, the food arrived. jimin turned to you out of habit to assist you with your food, but aeri had already beaten her to it. the leader watched with glaring eyes as aeri smiled gently at you, listening to you blabber about how much you love the food, and then filled your plate with it.

aeri shook her head in disbelief. "you always eat this, y/n/n."

you pouted at her. "what? you can't blame me! it's just so good, gigi."

"i know, i know."

at the sight of your adorable pout, aeri couldn't help but pinch your cheeks, her nose scrunched. jimin tensed up next to you, her brow furrowed, but she averted her gaze when minjeong spoke, catching your and aeri's attention.

"unnie, can you get me that?" asking politely, the girl pointed at the dish in front of jimin.

jimin smiled at her, causing the girl to flush lightly in embarrassment. "of course, jeong-ie."

your nose scrunched in disapproval at jimin's response, and your eyes squinted as your girlfriend did as she was told, even filling minjeong's plate. aeri noticed the sadness and jealousy in your eyes and placed a hand on your knee, diverting your attention to mark, who was answering renjun's random question.

it helped divert your attention away from your admittedly stupid actions and jealousy and toward nark, whom you found genuinely admirable that you couldn't help but compliment.

"wow. you're so cool."

mark stammered, unsure how to respond to your sudden compliment because you had just stared at him, dumbfounded, earlier. the table erupted into cheers and teasing, haechan reaching over to smack him, but mark had hidden his face behind his palms.

"i was just complimenting him." you tried to defuse the situation, but your words only made mark's face flush further.

jimin scoffing and tasting not the food but the disbelief on her tongue as you struggled to get everyone to stop. she side-eyed the still-blushing canadian as she stuffed her mouth with food, but her eyes widened in surprise when a hand from her right brushed her hair away from her face. she looked at jeno, who smiled back.

"let me just…" jeno trailed off, tucking her hair behind her ears. "there."

jimin cleared her throat. "thank you."

jeno's smile widened, and jimin turned to face you, who were watching the interaction as you sat back down in your seat. when your girlfriend's gaze met yours, you quickly averted your gaze. jimin sighed, disappointed and frustrated by your refusal to even look her way or interact with her.

the night progressed without a single interaction between you two, and as the seconds passed, you began to crave your girlfriend's attention and warmth. you tried to divert your attention by conversing with the other, but your gaze was drawn to your right, where your girlfriend sat, quietly giggling with jeno, who smiled as if he had won the lottery.

jimin, on the other hand, was just putting up an act, not wanting to come off as rude despite the fact her head's about to explode from the headache caused by your actions and jeno himself, and wanted nothing more than to snatch you from aeri's arm and be the one making you laugh right now instead of mark and haechan. however, your girlfriend being known as a prideful person, jimin didn't do anything.

that being said, at some point during the evening, you gave in and reached out for jimin's hand on the table. you tried to take her hand in yours, but the moment your skin touched hers, she jumped as if burned and dropped your hand, causing your heart to drop down to your stomach.

the pain spreading across your chest was unbearable that you didn't notice you had averted your to the palms of your hands, which you had dropped in your lap, tears obscuring your previously clear vision. however, before your thoughts could go haywire, you felt a gentle grip on your left hand and it was moved to another's lap.

you raised your head, sniffling quietly, and saw aeri smile at you. the japanese subtly wiped away a tear that had slipped and pinched your cheek.

"hey, i got you." she whispered softly.

you nodded, still sniffling. "okay."

"is she okay?" you heard mark asking quietly as you tried your best to compose yourself, and you gave him a weak smile when he tried to look at you, which he returned.

"something just got in her eyes."

you saw mark nod and he gave you another smile, in which you oddly enough found comfort. you returned it, but it was wider this time, prompting the canadian to nod and join renjun and jaemin's conversation. you squeezed aeri's hand, drawing her attention away from yizhuo and chenle. the japanese raised her brows in silent question, leaning forward.

"thank you, gi."

aeri smiled with a twinkle in her eyes that you couldn't recognize. "of course, y/n/n."

with aeri and mark making sure you were okay, all was going well, as well as this dinner could go at least. but not until chenle asked his best friend, yizhuo, a question that was meant to be a joke but was so loud that everyone heard it.

"oh? oh? who would you date at this table?"

haechan perked up. "well, that's an interesting question."

you and jimin both remained silent. you had nothing to say to that since you were dating jimin, and the leader had no plans to respond because she already had you. jimin glanced at your hand in aeri's hand, frowning sadly before turning to face jeno, who had leaned forward to answer the question.

"i'd date karina."

the entire table fell silent at jeno's response, the stupidly innocent boy staring right into jimin's eyes, and you watched as your girlfriend stared back, her eyes wide in surprise. you, on the other hand, could feel anger coursing through your veins as you glared at the boy, which the boy, unfortunately, did not notice.

"hyung?" chenle hissed quietly from next to yizhuo, who shuffled uncomfortably in her seat and looked at you with concern.

the other boys looked at jeno in disbelief, all thinking the same thing that renjun couldn't help but mutter. "idiot."

"thank you." jimin couldn't say anything because her worried eyes were fixed on you, hoping you'd look at her, but you shifted your gaze from jeno to the table.

"y/n."

when another voice joined the conversation, everyone was taken aback. jimin almost got whiplash from turning her head so quickly to look at the person who spoke, her eyes blazing with fire. you jumped out of your skin when your name was mentioned, your eyes wide.

"mark. what did you say?" jimin hissed, voice laced with venom, no longer caring about honorifics. you cast a worried glance at your girlfriend, who returned it but quickly averted her gaze to continue glaring at the canadian.

mark, on the other hand, was not scared of the younger woman and was not moved by her abrupt change of attitude. instead, he simply smiled, a small glint of mischief in his eyes.

"i said. i'd date y/n."

"are you stupid?" renjun grumbled underneath his breath. his members, with the exception of jeno, who had no idea what was going on, were all on edge, giving their leader both panicked and disbelieving looks.

the heavy atmosphere could be cut with a knife as the table fell silent. everyone was looking at jimin as her brow twitched, which was your cue to stop your girlfriend from exploding.

everyone flinched when two chairs pushed back so hard that they made an ear-damaging screech and a loud banging noise. as you stood in front of your girlfriend, staring at her and holding her wrist in a vice-like grip, the rest of the table looked at you, wide-eyed. you were so quick, in fact, that you predicted your girlfriend would jump out of her seat.

"jimin."

mentioned woman shifted her gaze away from mark and into your eyes, not liking the intensity swirling in your orbs. she frowned and drew you out of the restaurant, giving the smiling canadian one last look.

"what was that?" jimin asked, voice stern, as she abruptly turned around to face you once you were both out in the cold winter air that greeted you a little too eagerly, snow falling around you, and you almost bumped into your girlfriend's chest.

with her wrist still in your hand, you returned jimin's glare. "i should be asking you that, jimin."

jimin scoffed at the name, ignoring the sound of her heart shattering. "i was just stopping him from flirting with you, is that so wrong?"

"i could've handled that!" you responded and out of frustration, threw her wrist away, causing jimin to frown. "and he was clearly joking!"

"oh, so you're gonna let him flirt jokingly with you, is that it, huh?" jimin glared in disbelief.

you laughed, but it was emotionless and jimin could tell. "jeno was flirting the whole time and even a blind person could see he's serious, but you still let him."

"flirting? he's my friend and i was catching up with him!" jimin argued back even though she knew her argument was useless because you were right.

"jeno's your friend, i'm your girlfriend!" you poked her chest for emphasis, causing her to step back with every jab of your finger. "you ignored me the entire night to catch up with him, karina!"

jimin's face fell as her stage name slipped easily off your tongue. if her real name was painful enough, how much more so if you mentioned her stage name? jimin glared at you, tears welling up in her eyes, and watched you cry right in front of her.

"and you made me jealous in retaliation, y/n!"

"because you wouldn't look at me! you didn't even introduce me as your girlfriend, karina! your members had to do it themselves! is ningning my girlfriend? or giselle?" you emphasized, causing jimin to return her gaze to you at the mention of your japanese best friend's name.

jimin's brow twitched. "they knew! i mentioned that i'm bringing my girlfriend tonight!"

"and yet jeno still flirted with you!" you huffed indignantly. "you didn't even stop him, not even once!"

"this is ridiculous." jimin groaned in frustration, dragging her hand down her face to avoid looking at your angry face.

you gasped, offended.

"ridiculous?! you dropped my fucking hand, karina!" you pushed on her chest, and she let you, biting her lower lip to keep from crying and staring at you silently. "to catch up with friends apparently named jeno!"

you knew it was wrong to argue like this in public, but your emotions took precedence over logic. your chest felt heavy and your mind was racing from all that had happened tonight, so you needed to get rid of the frustrations as soon as possible, which unfortunately had to be the case.

"of course i would catch up! i haven't seen them in months!" jimin, still not backing down, yelled back.

jimin didn't have an excuse for dropping your hand, which she knew was a stupid move on her part despite the fact that all she wanted to do all night was hold your hand for her own comfort and to show everyone you were hers. she realized it was stupid as soon as she lifted her hand to drop yours, but she couldn't do anything because your hand fell and was soon found in someone else's lap.

"oh, i'm sure they're enthralled by you, karina!" you said, your voice sarcastic. you wiped your tears away, only to have more fall down your cheeks. "trust me. trust me. jeno did say he'd date you. brushing your hair, smiling so wide like a lovesick puppy, of course!"

jimin clenched her jaw, not wanting to be reminded by that question and the two responses that came after it. "and mark said he'd date you."

"we're still not done with this?" you laughed in disbelief. "you couldn't tell it was a joke?"

she nodded stubbornly. "yeah, okay. he's joking, fine. and what about giselle, huh? you were clinging to her the entire night!"

"i wouldn't have done it if you had paid attention to me! if only you would pay attention to me, not just jeno." you screamed, your throat becoming scratchy from how loud you were.

jimin tried to speak, but her words died in her throat as your shoulders sagged. as you sobbed quietly into your palms, the idol's lips trembled, and her pride finally yielded. jimin moved closer to take you into her arms, not moving even when you gave her weak punches to her shoulders in an attempt to push her away.

jimin winced in pain, but pressed small kisses to your temple. "i'm sorry."

it didn't take long before you stopped struggling in her embrace and jimin wrapped her arms around your waist, hiding her face in your shoulder. you sniffled against her hair, still slapping her, but not as hard because you were tired of all the stupid fighting.

"i don't know these people, karina! yet they are the ones who made me feel comfortable tonight!"

"i know and i'm so sorry. i'm sorry i dropped your hand. i'm sorry i let jeno flirt with me. i'm sorry i didn't pay attention to you. i'm so, so sorry, y/n, baby, please forgive me."

jimin sniffled against your shoulder, unable to hold back her tears due to how your tired shouting sounded right next to her ears, and quickly soaked the fabric of your shirt with her tears.

"i just want your attention, rina." you whimpered.

jimin nodded weakly. "i'm sorry, baby. i'm so, so sorry."

you wrapped your arms around her shoulders, and jimin drew you in even closer, needing your comfort and providing it for you.

"i don't want to lose you. i'm sorry, please don't date jeno. i'm sorry for making you jealous. please."

jimin rubbed your back as you sobbed against her, pulling back to look into your tear-stained face.

"you won't lose me. i promise i won't leave you. i swore and i'm telling you this again. i will never, ever leave you." jimin whispered, wiping your tears away.

you sniffled quietly as you gripped her top in your hand, finally finding her familiar comfort. "promise?"

jimin pressed her lips against yours, closing the gap. you responded quickly and felt her tears against your cheeks, prompting you to place one hand on her face and gently caress her cheek with your thumb. you chased the comfort and attention that you both failed to give to each other tonight due to petty actions and stupid behaviors, melting against each other in the snowy night.

you pulled away and jimin pursued you, but she stopped when she saw you breathing heavily and settled on resting her forehead on yours, breaths intermingling between you.

"i promise. let me make it up to you?"

mark turned to face the person who couldn't keep herself quiet after hearing a sigh next to him. the canadian blinked as he watched aeri turn her head away from the windows. curious, he peered out and saw jimin kissing your hand as she led you away.

"it's her, isn't it?"

aeri flinched, glancing at mark, who didn't miss the tears in her eyes, which she desperately tried to hide by blinking back.

"who?" aeri queried, her brow furrowed in confusion as she avoided mark's scrutinizing gaze.

"y/n." the canadian simply responded.

aeri chuckled, the bitterness not escaping mark's ears. "the one you want to date?"

mark scoffed, shaking his head. "the one you like."

at mark's statement, the japanese member tensed up, her heart racing wildly in her chest. mark was stating rather than asking. aeri chuckled nervously and opened her mouth to deny it, looking around to make sure no one was listening and was relieved to see them looking at you and jimin instead, but her excuses quickly died in her throat when mark gave her a stern look.

"yeah."

aeri wasn't supposed to be happy that you turned to her right away to make your girlfriend, jimin, jealous. her heart wasn't supposed to do stupid backflips all over when your skin brushed against hers mindlessly. she wasn't supposed to feel shivers down her spine whenever you spoke gently to her. she wasn't supposed to be so concerned with whether you noticed her clammy hand in your grip. she wasn't supposed to smile so brightly and happily whenever you complimented or thanked her.

uchinaga aeri wasn't supposed to feel this way.

yet, guiltily, she was.

"i like her."

uchinaga aeri likes y/n l/n, her best friend and yu jimin's girlfriend.

"i'm sorry, but i like her so much."

nikko note: hi, everyone! another request that took so long HWHAHSA i am so sorry. if you can't tell, i am a swiftie! i listened to the short film of all too well while writing this. thank you for reading! i hope you liked this! <333

parts : 【 pt. 1 】【 pt. 2 】

#nikko works!#nikko reqs!#aespa #aespa reactions #aespa imagines #aespa x reader #yu jimin #jimin #karina #yu jimin x reader #jimin x reader #karina x reader

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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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Daemon Targaryen*Shopping

Sugar Baby Series Part Three

Part one - Part two

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Other pairings: reader x platonic Jace/Cregan/Sara/Aly/Aemond, Jace x Sara Snow

Warnings: creepy Aegon, Aemond having bad parents (Aemond redemption arc anyone??), general confrontation, swears, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, innuendos

Word count: 3390

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“Remind me why we have to go to work when your sugar daddies already paid our bills for the next like six months?” Sara asked after you had both just sprinted to catch the bus.

You rolled your eyes as you stood on the bustling city bus filled with stoners and depressed office workers, “When did it become our money?” you asked. By this point you had gone on several more dates with Daemon. All to fancy restaurants and lunch spots.

He’d also began to send outfits to your house for each, making sure they were sent in discreet packaging still not trusting your neighbours. Gucci belts, Louis Vuitton heels, Chanel dress, Prada bags. Each date got a new outfit, hand picked by a stylist he had hired for you. each date also got an envelope discreetly passed to you as he kissed you goodnight. These goodbye kisses may have started out slow, but one time Sara had genuinely wondered if you were having sex on the doorway with how long it was taking. The best part? You didn’t have to pick up as many shifts so for once you felt you could relax. Sadly though, you still kept working despite it all.

Sara wrapped her arm around yours, partly to try keep steady on the bumpy roads as she held onto a handrail, “I’m your sugar baby now,” she said as she leaned into you making you laugh, “How many dates till you can get a car? Oh! Try get his Benz!” She chirped as an old lady a foot away glared at her. sara just glared back.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, “I’ll see what I can do. Still waiting on him texting me the next date,”

“Make it soon,” she groaned. The rest of the bus journey was mostly uneventful apart from the lady sara had developed a silent beef with. Luckily, she got off before you. the restaurant wasn’t supposed to be too busy tonight however that didn’t make it safe from a Targaryen invasion.

Aly smiled unnaturally wide as you and Sara walked in, arms linked laughing. “Hey guys,” she said, drawing out the words with the biggest smile. She may be a server and a host, but she was a horrible liar. “How are you?” she asked.

Your stomach felt hollow as you realised, “Oh god not again,”

Aly told you both how Aegon had practically skipped down a few months ago when he graduated business school and now that Alicent had tracked him down and dragged him back she, her father, husband and eldest son were now due in for dinner to celebrate. “It is so not my turn, nuh uh no way,”

“Don’t worry its Cregan’s turn,” Aly said as she looked over the reservation, “I gave you the good section tonight, remember me when you marry rich,” she said, smiling as she leant on the host stand.

“You bitch,” you said as you smacked Saras arm, “How many people did you tell?”

“Ow!” Sara whined as she hit you back. “It wasn’t me gold digger,” she said as she swapped placed with Aly to take over as host, “Bet you it was Cregan,”

You rolled your eyes when Aly told you that basically everyone knew, “What about Aemond?” you asked as you tied your apron on, “Speaking of where the hell is he?”

“He’s tots freaking out about his mum coming in with Aegon and is going all perfectionist on the layout,” Aly said as she picked up her bags, “Mans been driving me up the wall. But he doesn’t know. we’re not that cruel besides he barely talks to us now,”

How is he not lonely you wondered. Before you could even protest Aly beelined for the door and you heard a loud huff, “No loitering!” Aemond puffed out his chest as he practically dragged you to the server stand, Sara giving a sorry wave as you went, “Everything needs to be perfect today, my mothers been on my case about this place and she needs to see that im still the better son so you better bring you’re a game-“

Wait a minute. “What?” you said as you stopped in the middle of the floor. There were only three tables in right now and four servers, but Aemond still walked right up to you to ask what’s wrong, “I had her last time?”

“And?” he asked, crossing his arms, “Why can’t you serve her this time? she likes you,”

You couldn’t help but snort, “Aem we used to be friends, remember?” you asked, touching his shoulder, “Remember our walk-in conversation?” you asked with raised brows. One-night Aemond practically had a breakdown his first month on the job because his mother had come in and was tormenting the staff all night, “We both know she’s a nightmare,”

“C’mon she’s my mom,” he sighed as he finished dragging you to the host stand, “Do me a favour. Since we used to be friends,” he said, rolling his eyes when he said used to, “Though I thought we still were,” he muttered and for a second you almost felt bad, “Just do your job its not that hard,” then he opened his mouth again.

“Whatevs Aemond,” you said as you logged into the tablet, “Don’t you have a rota to fuck up?” before he could protest a chef came out to drag him into the kitchen to complain about the latest food order. You knew better than to back talk Aemond but the nearly $7 in your cookie tin at home was putting a pep in your step.

Hearing that Alicent liked you was the only thing that worried you. daemon had been in a couple times since your arrangement had started and each time, he gave you a sly smirk or a wink. Whenever there was no Hightower in sight, he would request your section but even still she seemed to be catching on to some kind of tension.

When you arrived at their table to take their order you were met with the confused eyes of Aegon Targaryen, “(Y/N)?” he asked, tilting his head when he saw you before he suddenly stood up, “Long time no see,” he said and before you could say anything or even move he’d wrapped his arms around you for a brief, but very touchy hug. “How’ve you been doll?”

That name was exclusively reserved in your mind for daemon so when Aegon said it you quickly pulled him off of you with a smile, “I’m good Mr Targaryen, can I get you a drink?” you said as you showed him back to his seat. Alicent was muttering something under her breath, eyes glaring daggers into the table, “Can I get you anything ma’am?”

“Water for the table and- “

“Plenty of lemons? Of course, ma’am,” you said, cutting her off and trying not to smirk. No matter what Alicent knew, there was something she did not know. daemon had already given you all the dirt on her. he had told you every crumb of his family drama and for once you felt like you had the upper hand. “Anything for our regulars,” you smiled as you jotted down on your notepad.

Viserys seemed extremely pleased that you had recognised their frequent visits but Alicent and Otto both looked mortified. When it was finally time to take their orders, Otto spoke up first, “I’ll have a medium rare steak with no pink and not burnt either hear me? I swear your kitchen people can’t cook steak to save their life,” he muttered.

Then order something else. You wanted to scream. The whole night went like that. Alicent’s petty requests and Aegon’s creepy stares. Even Aemond had asked if you were okay at one point. You’d snuck off to the kitchen to send a quick rant text to daemon, asking how he could be related to these sorts of people.

Otto had sent back his steak for the third time, everyone else on desert as he waited. “Medium rare no pink,” you said, trying your best to smile as you sat down his impossible order. “Enjoy,”

“Wait,” he said as he picked up his cutlery, “I want to make sure its right before you run off again,” you nodded and waited as he cut into the meat, excruciatingly slow, “Again!” he yelled as he slammed the cutlery down, making even Alicent jump, “Look at all this blood! He said as he picked up the plate only to clatter it back onto the table, “Does that look medium rare to you?” he asked, pointing the steak knife at you.

“Yes,” you said blankly, ignoring the vein that almost bulged out of his forehead, “Do not yell at me sir,”

“Excuse me?” Otto yelled as he stood up, dropping his knife onto the table, “I never- I come here all the time and- Aemond!” he yelled across to the boy who was trying to hide behind a bar tender, “Talk to your staff this is ridiculous,”

Aemond practically ran over as he tried to defuse his grandfather, begging him to sit down at the same time. “She’s sorry, aren’t you?” Aemond asked as he grabbed your arm, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You briefly glanced at Sara who was watching this whole thing from the host stand and Cregan who had just walked in for his shift. You turned back to the group, looking at Alicent first, glancing over to the sulking Viserys and Aegon who had finally grown some humility, then finally the grown man yelling like a child. “I’m sorry you never learned how to order a steak,” you said slowly, ignoring how Aemond tried to pull you away and shaking him off, “Learn how to order a steak and find some manners,”

Before Otto could speak you continued, turning to face Aemond who looked on the brink of tears, “I quit, you can have my tables and as for yous- “you said turning to face the table. Aegon’s jaw went slack as he stared at you in amazement while Viserys looked at his wife, fear radiating off of him. Alicent however looked shocked, angry, and embarrassed all at once, “Have a pleasant fucking day, see ya,”

With that you stormed out to the host stand, not even bothering to clock out or put your tips in the tip out jar and grabbed your jacket from the rack. You glanced back to see Alicent and Otto screaming at Aemond, pointing at you with flailing arms. “I quit,” you told the shocked siblings, “And I think I might have accidentally got Aemond killed. Good luck,”

“You’re my hero,” Cregan said, his eyes wide with awe like a child.

“I’ve never been so proud,” Sara said before glancing back to where Alicent and Otto were now storming over, “but you need to go. Like now. Run if you can,”

You didn’t wait another second before almost running out the restaurant however as you reached the street you felt yourself smack into someone’s chest. “Doll?” a deep voice came from the man. You looked up to see Daemon, still in his work clothes and looking down at you with worry and shock, “Are you okay?”

“We need to go,” you said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the car he had just got out of, “I’ll explain in the car just go, go!” you said as you jumped in the back seat.

“To my house please,” Daemon told his very shocked looking driver, “What happened doll?” he asked as he shut the door.

You looked past him to where a bewildered otto looked around the street shocked, “I think I may have upset your sister-in-law,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I guess you got my text?”

Daemon looked back from otto to you, eyebrows scrunched and jaw hanging open, “I was coming over to yell at them but looks like you beat me to it,”

When you retold your glorious tale to Daemon, he listened in silence like he was reading the tensest book of his life. When you finished your tale, you feared for a moment that he looked almost disappointed in you. then a smirk spread across his face. “I’ve never been prouder of you doll face. Eryk change of plans we need to go dress shopping. Celebrations are in order,”

You had never been shopping with daemon, but you could easily get used to it. he whisked you past all the shops you used to frequent and straight to the nearest boutique. He sat patiently, sipping champagne as a shopping assistant helped you find and try on dresses to show him.

Daemons eyes raked up and down your figure when you stepped out the changing room for the fifth time. Daemon stood up slowly from the chair, stepping towards you and silently taking your hand to slowly spin you around, “Like it?” you giggled as his eyes finally tore away from your figure to your eyes. It was a dark purple, satin evening dress that hugged you perfectly and felt as silky as a waterfall.

“Fucking love, it,” he mumbled as he stepped in closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips, “You’re getting it,”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit much for tonight?” you asked, stepping back with a laugh to look in the mirror. It was beautiful, you had to admit, but you had also seen the price tag.

“We’ll get another for tonight,” Daemon said as he moved back to pour you your own glass of champagne, “and that can be for the gala,”

“The gala?” you asked, finally turning back to him.

Daemon rolled his eyes as he gulped his champagne down, “It’s a family thing,” he drawled as he returned to his chair, “it will be painfully dull im afraid but suppose it will be far more enjoyable with you on my arm,”

Even still after all this time you couldn’t help your flush, “We’ll see,” you grinned as you looked at the dress, “You sure it’s not too expensive?”

“Nothings too much for my princess,” he said before waving down the store woman who was hanging around like a hawk, “Can we see her in that dark red number I saw in the window?”

“Of course, sir, just one moment,”

After another three dresses you had finally settled on one for tonight. It was a silk black dress, simpler than the rest but still to die for. When you told daemon it was the one, he nodded, kissing your cheek before waving the lady back over, “Hi we’ll take this one now along with the dark red, white, and lilac dresses from before. then as for that purple dress do yous do custom sizing?”

“Of course, sir,” the woman said, practically drooling over the commission, “I can measure her right now if you’d like,”

Daemon nodded and the woman quickly fetched the measuring tape, wasting no time in grabbing your arm to start writing the numbers down, “We need it for the sixth, will that work?”

“I’ll have it done by the first,”

when you were stood at the till beside daemon you were almost sick at the prices, “Daemon you really don’t have to,” you said, gently holding his arm as the sale girl glared at you.

“Nonsense,” Daemon said as he kissed the top of your head and swiped his card like it was second nature, “Besides we haven’t even hit the jewellers yet,”

By the time you had left the mall Daemon had spent the equivalent of a small house on your outfit for tonight with a few surprise dresses. Since you still had to get ready, and it was only five daemon was going to drop you at your house before picking you up again at six. “Where do you want to eat tonight darling?” he asked as he held your thigh in the car, his thumb stroking over your skin, “Anywhere you want,”

“Why don’t we eat in?” you offered, trying to think of anyway to save him some money after the massive shopping spree you had just been on.

Daemon looked surprised before quickly nodding, “Its short notice but im sure Olivia will be able to swing bye and rustle us something- “

“I meant like,” you said, cutting him off, “Why don’t I cook for us? It would be cute, just us,” you said, as you nudged his foot with your own, “intimate even,”

“I think I like the sounds of that,” Daemon said lowly through hooded eyes, the sight alone making your heart race. Luckily, or maybe not so lucky, you were just pulling up to your street. daemon glanced out the window, “lets do it at mine though,” he said.

You laughed at his scepticism as you grabbed the bags of dresses, “Whatever makes you happy,”

“That’d be you doll,” he said, letting go of your thigh before quickly stepping out of the car. As you waited for him to open your door, something he had insisted on doing since you started your arrangement, you were able to collect yourself.

Daemon opened the door for you and helped you carry your bags upstairs, even saying hello to Robb as he left the building. You knew sara would be home by now since you knew she only had a short shift today so you wondered how long she would squeal for when she saw the necklace daemon had bought you. when you finally reached your door daemon paused for a moment, “Im afraid I’ve not got any cash love,” he said as he handed you your bags.

You hummed in fake thought, “I suppose I can take a kiss as payment,”

Daemon chuckled as he leaned down, his hand cupping your jaw to bring you in for a brief but intense kiss, “See you in an hour doll,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“Wish it was then,” you said, opening the door and giving him a small smirk as you stepped backwards into the flat, trying your best to seem seductive.

Weird, you thought, sara wasn’t in the living room. You sat the bags down on the couch before walking towards saras room. She can nap later, you thought. “Sara!” you called, hand on her door handle, “You will never believe what Daemon got-JACE WHAT THE FUCK!” you practically screamed as you opened the door.

Jace scrambled so quickly to cover them both that he fell off the bed, dragging the covers with him. You slapped a hand over your eyes as the pair both scrambled to get under the covers. When you finally looked through your fingers, they both looked mortified. “You said you didn’t like him!” you almost yelled at Sara.

“Yeah, well I lied, okay?!” she yelled back.

“Should I go?” Jace asked, reaching for his shirt.

“No,”

“Yes,”

“Dude!” Sara yelled.

“Dude! I need you to help me get ready,” you said, moving to sit on her bed. Sara was unfazed by how close you were, but Jace seemed to clutch the covers tighter, “Also I need to cook for daemon,”

“You’re a terrible cook,”

“Im not that bad,”

“You burnt water,” she said, glaring at you, “Ugh fine I’ll help,” she said as she moved to grab a shirt before turning back to Jace, “This was amazing babe. Just give me half an hour, an hour tops, and I’ll be right back, okay?” she said, kissing him softly making you fake gag.

A love smitten smile fell over Jaces face as he looked at sara who quickly got dressed. “Okay,” he said like he was in a dream before falling back to lay down.

When you walked into the living room with sara you paused for a moment, “If you break his heart- “you began to talk before sara shushed you.

“I do actually like him,” she sighed, “I caught feelings, I know its weird. But he’s so cute,”

“At least I won’t be alone at the gala,” you said making Sara raise an eyebrow, “I’ll tell you all about it while you do my hair,”

Sara sighed as she shoved you down onto the chair, “Why do I have a bad feeling about this gala?”

If you don't want to read smut you can skip the smut part without the series plot being affected

Part four smut edition here

a/n: so this is offically gonna be a 5 part series now. part 4 will be up tommorow then part 5 a couple days after that so dont worry its almost here i swear i promise

Part four non smut here

Taglist: @clairacassidy @valeskafics @starkleila @delicious-xx @pet1t3 @skyesayshi @urmomsgirlfriend1 @dark-night-sky-99 @lantsovheiress @themotherofblood @avalyaaa

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multifandomfanficss · 8 months

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Stuck With You

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Prompt: When the team sticks their newest member with Vigilante, everyone feels bad for you, but you’re grateful to have him around when you run into something from your past and lose your cool.

Warnings: panic attacks, human experimentation, referenced child abuse

A/N: I found a couple lines of dialogue in my drafts that I never did anything with and I had the writing bug today so I decided to finally make something with it! I’ll crosspost it on my AO3 adriansglasses as well. Hope you enjoy!

“(L/N), you’re with Vigilante.” Harcourt says, at the beginning of the meeting.

“You’re really gonna stick the newest person with that psycho?” John asks.

“You don’t need to be mean to Adrian just because he’s not here.” Leota starts.

“I would say it to his face too. He’d probably just laugh and call me his 4th best friend.” John retorts.

You hadn’t been with the team for long. This was your first mission with them. After a mission gone too out of control, Waller sent you to the middle of nowhere Evergreen, Washington. You thought she’d sent you here because the environment would be less hectic, but the longer you’re there, the more you realize she probably sent you here because everyone on this team is either highly traumatized or in need of more experience. She was trying to put the training wheels back on. From what you’d been told by the team’s top conspiracy theorist, Christopher Smith, this team was originally supposed to be an expendable scapegoat, but they ended up saving the world. You had no idea what to believe at this point.

“What’s up with Vigilante?” You ask, wondering why this was all such a hot topic. You hadn’t known him for long. He seemed a little odd, but overall fine. If you were being honest you actually kind of liked him. He was sweet and funny, often without trying. There was this comforting air about him and you didn’t really know why. He was a good fighter and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think he was at least a little bit cute.

“He’s a little…” Chris started moving his finger in a circular motion, trying to insinuate that Adrian was crazy.

“He can’t be that bad.” You smile.

Suddenly Adrian comes running into the old video store tripping over one of his shin guards that wasn’t on properly. He sits down and fastens it.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. They kept me late at the restaurant and then when I was trying to put on my suit in the car I accidentally ran a red light and usually I would kill somebody for that, but I mean I think the more important thing is that I didn’t run over the old lady crossing the street! She was totally fine and I know she’s alive because she screamed at me…I’ve never seen an old lady use to many swear words. It was kind of awesome! Anyway what did I miss?”

“You put on your suit while driving?” Leota asks.

“Yup.” He gives a straight face nod. Adrian often had a way about him, as if what he was thinking should be obvious to other people, when in fact, it was not obvious to most people most of the time.

“You amaze me.” Harcourt says, sarcastically.

“Thank you.” Adrian smiles, not catching her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes, sighing.

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Later on that night you and Adrian found yourselves walking through a series of tunnels.

“John, I think we might be lost.” You spoke into your coms, hoping he can help you from the van.

“I can’t even hear you in my earpiece and I’m right next to you. I think we lost the signal.” Adrian walks in silence for a few seconds before adding, “I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He looks at the ground, sad.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know they stuck you with me. Nobody ever really chooses to be my partner.” He lightly kicks a rock, pretending not to be bothered.

“They did pair us up, but that doesn’t mean I was disappointed.” You smile.

“Really? Why would you want me?”

“Well first of all, you’re a great fighter. You were also the first person to attempt to be my friend. I’d trust you in the field over anyone.”

“Really?” You can hear the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah.” You let out a soft giggle. “Why are you so surprised that I like you?”

“Usually everyone just tells me to shut up or fuck off.”

“Well I’m not everyone.” You nudge him playfully as you walk.

Soon you come upon a door. It’s a little rusted, but Adrian shoots the lock off and you’re able to break in.

“What is this place?” He asks.

As soon as you walk inside you see the tubes, the files, the devices, the tables, the symbols. You know exactly what this is. This is an old facility for the for the group that made you leave your old job, the mission that ruined your life. You see files on the table, files no doubt full of details on the children they were experimenting on. The group would take orphaned children or children who were abandoned and unwanted, kids who had no one to protect them, and they would experiment on them. They were human trials to try to find new ways of making superheroes. This must have been one of their old abandoned facilities. Despite the lab being inactive, just the sight of it was still enough to send you into a spiral.

Your heart starts beating rapidly as you grow dizzy. You look down at your shaking hands. You’re starting to lose control of your breathing.

“I- I can’t-“ You walk backwards out of the room, starting to hyperventilate.

“Woah. Hey, what’s going on? Are you having a panic attack?” Adrian slowly puts his hands out towards you. He’s a little unsure of what to do.

“I’ve seen this before!” Your entire world is spinning as your start to cry. You can’t stop thinking about the awful things you saw when you snuck into their active facility earlier this year. Those poor children. Part of you was starting to wonder if Waller put you on this team for a reason. You should have known better than to think she was giving you a break. Waller always had some sort of fucked up motive that only worked for herself hidden up her sleeve. “I can’t fucking breathe!” You sob, sucking in air.

“Tender nice touching.” Adrian slowly approached you, patting your shoulder. You needed pressure on your body. You felt like you were slipping away from earth and you needed to be held down.

“Can I have a hug?” You asked, quietly.

“You want a hug?” He asked, his voice just as quiet. He was speaking softly to not startle you further.

“Yeah…”

“I think I can do that.“ He smiles, slowly bringing you into his arms. A little loose at first, he tightened the hug as you melted into him.

“I’m sorry- I- I just…I know what the did here and- and-“ Adrian shushes you as you begin to stutter, your mind moving much faster than your mouth is able to.

“You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Just breathe with me. Don’t focus on anything else, but your breathing okay? Can you feel me breathing?” He rubs your back as you cry into his arms. You nod. “Okay, good. Just…just follow that.” He sighs and then focuses on making his own breathing something you can follow.

“Sometimes it’s hard for me to know what people on the team want because I know Chris doesn’t wanna look weak and Harcourt would kill me if I touched her, so I try to be careful. I just don’t wanna upset you guys more, but if you want me hold you I can keep doing that. Just let me know what you need and I’ll do it.” He says, softly.

“Can you just keep talking?” You ask. The sound of his voice is soothing and grounding.

“You want me to keep talking?” He smiles. “You’re in luck. I’m actually really good at talking. So good, in fact, that people are constantly asking me to shut up. So uh… What can I talk about? Oh! I know. So I have this friend at work. His name is Taylor. Well, he says we’re not friends, but he texts me all time time asking me to help cover his shifts and I would only trust a friend enough to ask them for that, so I think we’re friends. Anyway, so Taylor walked in this morning and…”

The longer Adrian rambles on the better you feel. The pressure of his body on yours and his voice slowly bring you back to earth. Eventually you find yourselves walking back through the tunnels, hand in hand, retracing your steps as he guides you back to the van to regroup. He keeps you distracted with silly stories the entire walk back.

You don’t know what the rest of your team was talking about. Adrian was the best partner you could have had.

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M Verstappen Imagine

M Verstappen x norris!ex reader

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f1gossip sent in! Lando Norris spotted in a steamy embrace tonight at a club in Monaco. That is noticeably not his long time partner and real estate mogul yn ln, who posted just yesterday a throwback of the couple looking all loved up. Is this a Lando scandal? Or did our favorite grid couple break up on the down low?

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user you're joking

user nah he fumbled SO hard

lilymhe it's on sight @ alexalbon

alexalbon ...

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ynln should've thought twice before you let this go

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alexalbon lily is screaming at her phone

maxfewtrell slaying

user she is glowing but you know she's hurting inside

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carlossainz hermosa amiga <3

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f1gossip sent in: yn ln spotted tonight leaving her and ex boyfriend lando norris' apartment together in Monaco. based on her demeanor, we can assume she probably was there to move out. Ln has been seen spotted around town with multiple drivers and their partners after a scandolous picture of Norris with another girl was released.

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ynln a well needed gno

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danielricciardo you're never taking heidi out again

user I love them

georgerussell the way you kicked me out of my own bed to cuddle with carmen smh

alexalbon next time the boys need to supervise

lewishamilton looking good yn!

f1gossip sent in! yn ln spotted out an about in monaco and we had multiple reports that she was seen with the one and only Max Verstappen!

reply from user that is so max

reply from maxverstappen thanks for looking at places with me today!

reply from danielricciardo interesting .

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ynln monza files

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user she's at monza?!

georgerussel poor guy not even getting pic creds

alexalbon I think he'll survive

user suspicious...

f1gossip fans were quick to note the return of a familiar face this weekned, yn ln returning to paddock after the end of her relationship with Lando. She was spotted with both Red Bull and Mercedes passes. Ln is close friends with George Russel and his partner Carmen, but the Red Bull pass is causing some heads to turn!

f1gossip sent in! max verstappen spotted out for a late dinner after his record win in Monza. Fans noticed he was with a woman, the two having an intimate dinner. Could the world champion have a new girl?

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ynln life is good again

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user did anyone else see max's story.....

lilymhe oh he rich rich

user not the soft launch... did they mean to do it?

landonorris wow

f1gossip after a week full of speculation, we may have another tidbit in the yn ln and max verstappen rumors. Sent in from various sources, Ln was seen getting out of a car with Max this evening, heading into a restaurant for dinner

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user honestly good for her

user I know lando is going to cry over this lol, serves him right!

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ynln he helped fix the pieces you broke, and that's something I will never feel guilty about

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danielricciardo finally! this was weighing on me heavily. I am so happy for you two

user oh my god the indirect

lilymhe obsessed with you two

alexalbon lily is making me be nice. yn im really happy for you

lewishamilton congrats guys!

user its the power: she didn't even tag him but everyone knows it's max

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maxverstappen one mans loss is another mans gain

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user did lando delete his isntagram

user the way landos friends are hyping max up for treating his ex better >>>>

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The Less I Know The Better III (JJ Maybank x Reader x Rafe Cameron)

Warnings: eventual NON-CON, eventual DUB-CON, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, eventual loss of virginity, mild unhealthy relationship, one sided kiara x jj, non canon ages, pogue!reader

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summary: When you start dating Rafe Cameron, no one is more surprised than you when your best friend JJ takes it really well. However, no one is more surprised than JJ when he’s forced to see his once frumpy BFF in an entirely new light, suddenly terrified of losing what he never knew he had to the person he hates most.

“Rafe…”

“It’ll be fine, just watch the road,” he said, waving you off.

You threw him a look, brows drawn together at how casual he was being. You could barely drive your mom’s tiny Honda, let alone this monster of a vehicle he called a truck. As you pulled onto the road, Rafe scooted closer, a hand on the wheel next to yours.

“It’s really not that much different from driving any other car.”

“Do you know how wide I have to swing just to turn in somewhere? Don’t give me that.”

Rafe chuckled, and you wondered what gave him the brilliant idea of making you drive to The Wreck today…in his truck. His arm rested behind you, fingers brushing over your shoulder, and you kept your gaze on the road.

“You think your friends will be there?”

“Um…I don’t know,” you honestly answered. “Probably.”

The rest of the drive was quiet outside of a comment from Rafe on how slow you were driving. He spoke again as you pulled into the parking lot.

“What if I’m really drunk or high one night, and you need to drive us back?”

He knew exactly how you felt about his recreational activities, and you rolled your eyes at the card he was playing.

“Maybe you should take that as a sign to cut down on that, no?”

The mocking smile he sent you as you parked told you that he had no plans to do that. He got out before you, coming around to open the driver’s door and help you out. He leaned you against the door as he closed it, trapping you between his arms.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he teased, leaning in to brush his lips against yours.

“You say that, now, but it’ll be a whole other story if I crash your precious truck.”

Rafe had a genuine frown on his face when he pulled back, upset by the mere thought before a slow smile spread over his pink lips. His fingers grazed your skin underneath your shirt, pinning you against the truck in question.

“I’ll make you make it up to me,” he teased, but the glint in his eye told you that he was completely serious.

Rafe was so touchy…and you liked it.

You didn’t know if you were just inexperienced and naïve, but it made you feel like he couldn’t get enough of you…and that reassured you. Sometimes you still found it hard to believe that Rafe Cameron wanted you, that Rafe Cameron chose you, and there were moments where you convinced yourself it was all part of some elaborate prank.

But Rafe had never been the type to do anything he didn’t want to do. He was always a no bullshit kind of guy, never one to fake anything, and if anything, he was too in your face about his true intentions sometimes. It was still overwhelming, but you were getting used to it.

His fingers were threaded through yours as he led you into the restaurant, and you were actually a little disappointed that it was empty of your friends. You reminded yourself that you couldn’t take every chance to force them together. The party was good enough and probably should be for a while. Rafe was your boyfriend, but he wasn’t their friend, and it should only matter that they weren’t at each other’s throats.

“You know,” he started after ordering your food. “I was really surprised that JJ was the one to throw that party.”

You looked up at Rafe with a slight frown, something about his tone.

“Not really. He’s my best friend, and he promised to try.”

Rafe didn’t reply right away, simply nodding as he sipped on his water.

“Just seems more like a Pope thing to me. Extending an olive branch like that…”

You had been playing with your straw, pausing at his words. Rafe wasn’t wrong, you supposed. It did seem more like a Pope idea rather than JJ, and you found yourself deep in thought. You remembered the slight shock on JJ’s face that night even though he’d been trying to hide it, and the fact that it was Pope who told you. You swallowed down slight disappointment, telling yourself that it didn’t matter whose idea the party was.

“Are your parents working tonight?” Rafe asked long after your food had come.

“Yeah. My mom said she’d be getting back late though,” you distractedly answered.

Rafe spoke up before you could continue.

“You should come over tonight,” he suggested, making you look up. “Rose and my dad are going to some stupid dinner party, and Sarah’s probably going to be with John B.”

He shrugged, and you looked down towards the table, biting your lip.

“…and Wheezie?”

“Who knows. She likes to lock herself up in her room…”

You’d been alone with Rafe plenty of times before, so it wasn’t a big deal. Hell, the night of the party he’d stayed the night at your house. However, then, you’d both been too drunk to barely even stand, and sex was the last thing on your mind that night.

But you and Rafe had been together for two months, now. You knew his reputation, knew what he was like, and his lack of pressure regarding that aspect of your relationship only made you think about it more. Sure, he teased you sometimes and made jokes about it, but he was respectful every time things got too heated for you. His hands never strayed too far, and he never got too pushy.

It was a green flag, and yet…you wondered if there was something wrong with you.

You knew that your insecurities were just getting the best of you. After all, that’s how a boyfriend was supposed to behave. There wasn’t supposed to be pressure and discomfort and aggressiveness. His behavior made you want him more, and that was how you looked at him with a smile and a shrug.

“Okay.”

Rafe seemed happy with your answer, taking your hand as you finished your food. You took the time to look at him, studying his face and his features. Rafe was pretty, really pretty, and there were so many times where you had to stop yourself from just staring at him. It always made you feel the strangest combination of proud and insecure.

You looked away, forcing those thoughts away as you rubbed your forehead.

All of this was still so new to you. A boyfriend, a relationship, and everything that came with romance. You had to remind yourself that you weren’t the girl you used to be. You weren’t that same girl who only served to be the butt of some asshole’s joke. You no longer isolated yourself at parties, watching JJ and Pope and John B. hitting on every pretty girl, watching Kie get approached by guy after guy asking to dance or just hoping for five minutes of her time.

At some point, you had accepted that that would just never be you, but it didn’t make it sting any less. That stuff wasn’t everything, you knew that better than anyone that so many things were way more important, but after so long, it was impossible not to think that it was you. It was impossible not to think that you weren’t pretty enough or skinny enough or fun enough.

You knew that your mom would tell you that you shouldn’t rely on some guy to feel better about yourself, but what else were you supposed to rely on? Rafe didn’t just make you feel pretty, but like you were the prettiest girl in the world. He looked at you like he never wanted to stop, and before where you just wanted to shrink and hide, now you felt encouraged to open that makeup you’d never touched, hiding it away the moment your mom bought it for you.

You wanted to put on jewelry you had hidden away for years. You wanted t wear things that you hadn’t had the courage to before, constantly telling yourself that you’d look silly. It sounded shallow, you knew that, but Rafe made you feel like you were good enough.

Once Rafe had paid, you both made your way outside, a smile making it’s way onto your face as your eyes landed on Kie, Pope…and JJ. Rafe pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, telling you he’d be waiting in the car as you slowed to a stop. Your eyes met JJ’s as Rafe pulled away, unable to read his gaze, but you brushed it off, turning to Kie.

“Kie, I’m going to come by your house later,” you told her. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Cutting date night short?” JJ dryly commented, and you hit his arm.

Kie rolled her eyes at him, smiling back at you with a hint of questioning in her gaze.

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

You didn’t miss the way her gaze pointedly went between you and Rafe, and you awkwardly waved them goodbye. As you made your way to your boyfriend’s truck, watching as he hopped out to open your door, you glanced over your shoulder. Your eyes met familiar blue ones, and you waved him goodbye again, a slight frown on your face when he took forever to wave you back.

“I want to have sex with Rafe, tonight.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out so suddenly, and Kiara blinked in shock. You hadn’t even thought to make sure that her parents weren’t home, but you were relieved to find out they weren’t. You stood at her door, looking at her with wide eyes before she finally gathered herself and pulled you inside.

“Um…okay,” she eventually said, clearly not expecting that. “Why?”

You scoffed.

“Why? What do you mean? He’s my boyfriend-.”

“Is this his idea?” she interrupted, sounding angry at the thought.

“No,” you hurried to reassure her. “It’s mine.”

Kie blew out a breath, sitting down on her couch. She looked more nervous than you felt, and you waited for her to say something.

“I knew…I knew that you really liked him, but…”

She trailed off, looking away.

“You’ve been dating for what? Two months? Don’t you think you should wait…?”

You sank down next to her, pulling your feet onto the couch.

“Probably. Maybe…but I don’t want to.”

Kie was quiet for a moment.

“…and you’re sure he’s not pressuring you or…?”

“God, no,” you groaned, jumping back to your feet. “He’s not.”

Kie’s hands were raised when you turned back to her.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for being concerned, alright? It’s Rafe,” she defended herself. “…and he is literally your first boyfriend, and you want to have sex for the first time ever after two months.”

You knew how it sounded.

“It just sounds like it has Rafe written all over it.”

You sighed to yourself, folding your arms over your chest.

“You don’t get it…”

“No, I get it,” Kie assured you. “It’s Rafe and he’s treating you great and making you feel special, but-.”

“Boys have always liked you.”

Kie closed her mouth, swallowing down the rest of her words as you faced her. There was a slight frown between her brows, blinking at your words.

“Guys used to ask me out as a joke.”

“I…I know that,” she quietly replied.

“You know I thought Rafe was playing a joke on me too? I thought it was another sick prank, but it’s not. He likes me,” you shrugged. “My first boyfriend is Rafe Cameron, and…I want it to stay that way.”

You wouldn’t come out and say it, wouldn’t voice your insecurities about your relationship, but Kie read into it anyway. She stood now, brows drawn together as her lips parted.

“Y/N…if you want to have sex with Rafe because you’re afraid he’ll leave you… That’s not for the right reasons.”

You looked away.

“Rafe likes you for you, and if he’ll leave you because you won’t have sex with him, then that’s not some huge loss,” she continued.

“It’s not like he’s ever brought it up or anything,” you mumbled. “…and that just makes me crazier.”

Your gaze found your feet.

“I mean, it’s Rafe, and he hasn’t tried to have sex with me once. Like…like there’s something wrong with me.”

Kie moved towards you, taking your hands in hers. Your gazes met, and hers was sympathetic.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she told you. “It sounds like Rafe is being a good boyfriend. It’s good that he isn’t bringing it up, but I know that I can’t stop you from doing what you want.”

You swallowed.

“It’s up to you, but I’m telling you that if you want this just to keep him, that’s not good.”

You swallowed a sigh, looking away.

“If Rafe isn’t pressuring you then why are you pressuring yourself? Don’t you want to wait and make sure you don’t regret it?”

You mulled over her words.

“What if you have sex with him and he dumps you?”

“He wouldn’t,” you hurried to say.

“So, you can be sure of that, but you’re not sure that he won’t if you don’t?”

You pressed your lips together, nodding at her words. You were the one driving your own self crazy, pressuring yourself, and you were reluctant to admit that Kie was making sense. Part of you regretted coming to her because you’d been so sure and determined before, and now…not so much.

“Look…”

You looked at her.

“If you decide to do this, just…relax. Make sure you’re comfortable and he doesn’t do anything you don’t want. You trust him, right?”

You nodded, and she sent you a comforting smile.

“Okay, well that’s what matters.”

She walked you towards her door just as the sound of a bike could be heard outside. Neither of you were surprised at the sight of JJ getting off of his bike, seemingly shocked at the sight of you.

“What’s up?” Kie asked him, both of you walking down her steps.

“Y/N,” he said, smiling at you. “I didn’t know you’d be here. I just came by to bring Kie’s hat.”

He held up the familiar black beanie.

“You left it at John B.’s.”

“I thought you heard me tell Kie I was coming by,” you said with a frown.

JJ blinked.

“Oh. Right.”

“…and you could’ve left that at John B.’s,” Kie told him, taking it. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here just to bring it.”

The smile on Kie’s face didn’t exactly match her words, and JJ shoved his hands in his pockets, looking at you.

“You leaving?”

“Just going to Rafe’s,” you answered, moving to walk past him.

“You wanna come inside? It’s getting kind of late and-.”

“Uh…you know what? I think I’ll drop Y/N off,” he interrupted Kie, and you looked at him with a slight frown.

“You don’t have to. Rafe’s house isn’t that far,” you argued.

“No, it’s fine,” JJ told you, walking back to his bike. “I just came by to drop that off.”

You glanced at Kie, not missing the way her face fell a bit. Her smile was forced as she told you both to be careful. With JJ already on his bike, it seemed silly to try and turn him down again, so you took him up on his offer. You were still so conflicted abut tonight, and you felt weird having JJ drive you to what could potentially be a dick appointment.

Just as Rafe said, the only vehicle in the yard was his. JJ noticed as he stopped his bike, and you climbed off.

“It’s just Rafe here?”

“Probably,” you said with a shrug. “I think Wheezie’s here though.”

JJ looked like he wanted to say something else, but you continued.

“Thanks for the ride,” you told him with a brief hug. “I’ll see you later!”

JJ started to reach for you as you pulled away, but he seemed to think better of it. It seemed like he had something on his mind, glancing at and taking in the Cameron house with an expression you couldn’t name. With a quick smile, he returned the sentiment.

Rafe was by the door, opening it for you as soon as you were close enough. He greeted you with a kiss, lips pressed to yours while one hand rested on the back of your neck. In the back of your mind, you registered that you hadn’t heard JJ start his bike again, and when Rafe finally pulled away, you confirmed that.

You awkwardly waved your best friend goodbye, Rafe pulling you inside before you could see if he’d done the same.

”…and then,” you chuckled. “JJ’s ankles literally hit the back of his head as he flies straight off of the boat.”

Your stomach hurt from laughing so much, struggling to recount the story to Rafe.

“I think he was coughing up water for a good ten minutes.”

You were showered and laying on Rafe’s bed in one of his shirts. He was half next to you half hovering over you, and you practically had the house to yourselves. Kie’s words were still on your mind, had been throughout your whole shower, and even now, laying next to him, you still didn’t know what you wanted.

“Can I ask you something?” you wondered after your laughter had died down, minutes of Rafe just…staring at you.

“Anything,” he murmured, brushing his index finger along your lip.

“Do you…?”

You took a deep breath, swallowing and glancing away.

“I know that we’re literally together, so obviously you think of me that way, but… You want to have sex with me, right?”

Rafe reared back a little at that.

“Not in this exact moment, but in general…”

Rafe chuckled to himself, and now it was your turn to frown.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughed to himself, his hair brushing your neck as he shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips over your skin, making you shudder.

“I think about what it would feel like to stretch you out every time we’re together,” he whispered.

“Rafe!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling back. “You’re the one who’s convinced I don’t want to have sex with my girlfriend when I think about fucking the shit out of you every time I see you.”

You felt your face heating up at that, and you moved to sit up, Rafe allowing you to.

“You just…you’ve never brought it up. Not seriously, anyway,” you elaborated.

Rafe’s fingers danced along your thighs, his shirt riding up.

“I don’t want to scare you off,” he told you, dirty blond strands kissing his forehead. “You’re too sweet.”

He rested his chin on your thigh.

“Too…perfect to just let slip through my fingers.”

His words shocked you, and you watched him trace patterns into your skin. You didn’t know what to say to that, stumped by his words, torn between flattered and overwhelmed. Rafe wasn’t just intense with his actions…but also his words.

“So…you really don’t mind waiting?”

Rafe pressed his face into your thigh, laughing to himself again. He nipped at your skin, making you yelp, and the grin he gave you was wolfish. His hair hung into his face, and his teeth winked at you, hands on your legs and holding you in place.

“Considering that I don’t ever plan on letting you go,” he drawled, making you chuckle. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

He suddenly yanked you down until you were laying back down, and you yelped as he pushed your thighs apart. The air hit you, your clothes and underwear included in the washing machine, and you shuddered. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you gasped when he breathed on you, clenching down on nothing.

“…but now we have a problem,” he hummed, reaching with one hand to brush his fingers over your folds. “My girlfriend thinks I don’t want to fuck her stupid.”

His eyes met yours, and the blue of them glinted in the low lighting.

“…and we can’t have that.”

You gasped again when he leaned in to swipe his tongue over you with one slow lick. Your stomach clenched, and you parted your legs more.

“Relax,” Rafe hummed. “Just lie back.”

You did as he instructed, eyes landing on the ceiling just as he tasted you again. One of his hands was pressed against your thigh, fingers digging into your skin, and the other slid through your cunt, parting you and admiring you with a low moan in the back of his throat. When he covered you with his entire mouth, your chest arched towards the ceiling.

Rafe’s tongue slid into you, swirling and moving inside of you, making your head spin. His thumb was gently pressed to your clit, brushing and circling over the bundle of nerves. He ate at you like a man starved, and your chest heaved, body overheating and fingers twisting into his sheets.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” you heard him groan, and a short moan escaped. “So pretty and soft…and wet.”

He dived in again, and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Rafe,” you whispered.

He sucked on your clit, and you whimpered when you felt the tip of his thumb dip into you. Your toes curled, hips bucking and trying to feel more, but he held back. He trailed his tongue down, the pink muscle meeting his own thumb as they worked together to bring you closer to the edge. When one of your hands met his hair, he pulled away, leaving a parting kiss on your wet mound.

You frowned, and Rafe chuckled at the anger in your eyes, your own lips parted when you paused.

You watched as Rafe reached into his pants, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring free. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, gaze glued to the color and how hard he was. You couldn’t even think straight, mind short circuiting when cupped you. You lifted your hips with a whine, eyes rolling when he pressed the head of him to you.

“Uh uh,” he softly scolded, pressing a hand to your stomach when you tried to move again.

He gently brushed the head of his cock over your skin, hissing, and you watched as the tip of him disappeared between your lips. That was all though. He didn’t push any further, moving the head of him up and down your folds and making you groan. You clenched his sheets again, squirming, but Rafe was strong, holding you down.

The tip of him dipped into you again, and you both moaned. He continued to slide his cock over you and between you, wetting it and hitting your clit with every other thrust. He slid his hand up and down himself as he did, and you could feel a tightening deep in your gut. Your mouth parted, and your lashes fluttered.

“There she is,” you heard him whisper.

With what little movement you were allowed, you rolled your hips, eyes rolling at the feel of him sliding against you and just barely inside of you. When you came, you stopped breathing, breath hitching and chest tightening. It lasted a long time, toes curling and thighs tensing. When you finally breathed again, you whimpered, still shaking as you made a mess all over his hand and his cock and his sheets.

Rafe was still sliding his cock between you, letting you go and using his free hand to push you open with two fingers. He groaned when he came all over you, coating you and watching it drip down between your core. He cursed, lazily dragging the head of his cock against you and smearing his spend over your skin.

“Better?” he panted, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth.

You could only nod, still fighting to catch your breath.

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How Could You? —Chapter 3—

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev Chapter → Next Work

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: General

Warnings: the angst continues! canon rewrite. self-ship coded; please see author's note on series page if you are unfamiliar with plot-significant characteristics of reader.

Word Count: 4.4k

Work Summary: After waking from Itachi's Mangekyo Sharingan attack, Kakashi finds there is still a lot of work to do; in rebuilding the village, restoring trust within his team, and in being honest with you. But will his efforts strengthen those bonds, or will everything only get worse?

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After a few more well-wishes to Naruto for a quick recovery, you made a half-hearted excuse to take your leave. You just didn’t feel like you belonged there. Sakura had left after telling Naruto her intentions to come along in the future, and Lady Tsunade started looking over Naruto’s chart and giving him updates on the others from the mission, while he and Shikamaru told each other highlights of the fights they both endured after being separated. But they were all…smiling. Naruto was describing one of Orochimaru’s henchman—some guy who used his own bones as weapons—and he was smiling. Laughing. Joking.

He had been on the brink of death a few times from the sound of it. But he only smiled and became more resolute. Same with Sakura, and even Shikamaru. It just didn’t seem right. You’d always known that shinobi were essential for the safety of the village, but for these kids to be reacting like this? And then Kakashi’s complete dismissal of you was the cherry on top.

You ended up wandering the village. You didn’t think your father or Ayame would be of any comfort. Neither of them would be able to actually be able to offer any insight, or probably even understand where you were coming from. You tried to see Iruka, but he was out on a mission since the village was still overworked. Most likely, Shikamaru would be given another assignment soon, considering his injuries were minor. Kakashi might have already been sent back out if Shizune had been able to find him.

You were nearing the big tree in the village center when you heard someone shout.

“Y/N!” Gai ran over to you.

“Oh, hello Gai.”

“I just returned from a mission, and I was just about to get some delicious dumplings! Please, come join me! It will be my treat!”

“Oh…I’m not sure I’m such good company right now.”

“Nonsense! You're better company than anyone! Please, I insist.”

And insist, he did. While you knew that Gai would be the absolute last person to ever force you into a situation you weren’t comfortable with, he linked his arm with yours and led you toward the dumpling stand with so much speed, you were tripping over your own feet. But this might be the best option you hadn’t considered. With Iruka’s absence and Kakashi’s evasion, Gai would probably be a uniquely perfect sympathetic ear.

The restaurant wasn’t too crowded when you arrived, and Gai continued herding you until you sat down at a booth in the back corner. The man looked completely in his element, greeting both the waitress and chef by name and placing an intimidatingly large order without even glancing at the menu. You were about to skim through to find something befitting your ruined appetite, but the taijutsu master plucked your menu from your hands and gave it to the waitress without a thought.

“Don’t worry,” he smiled. “Those combination platters I ordered cover every single type they serve here! Today, we feast!”

His enthusiasm was pretty infectious. As heavily as everything was still weighing on your mind, you couldn’t help but smile along with Gai while the waitress came by and gave you each a glass of water and a tea.

“Ah, there’s that springtime smile!” Gai took a full sip of his beverage before slamming it down on the table with his standard level of gusto. “Now, Y/N, tell me. Why would you ever say you aren’t good company?”

“Well,” you started tentatively, using one finger to draw a meaningless pattern in the condensation on your glass and avoiding eye contact. “Kakashi and I kind of had a fight.”

“Ah, Kakashi,” Gai sighed. “Sometimes my rival’s blood runs too hot for his own good.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that.” You took a sip of tea to collect your thoughts. It wasn’t easy to summarize everything that had happened, since Gai didn’t even really know the entirety of the mission to recover Sasuke. But you did the best you could, starting with Sasuke leaving in the middle of the night and all the events that happened as a result: the five-man recovery squad, Kakashi running after them, the state of everyone when they finally made it back to the village.

Gai’s order started coming out of the kitchen, but the man didn’t take his attention off you as you got to the immediate issue: Kakashi suddenly turning ice-cold, telling you all those heart-breaking things. You couldn’t maintain eye contact, but the array of dumplings was a great distraction. Turned out, you were hungrier than you realized, the smells of the food making your mouth water as you spoke.

“Eat something,” Gai encouraged you, “please.”

You smiled gratefully and gathered a few different types on your plate. “Thank you, Gai.”

“Anything for my rival’s beautiful and passionate girlfriend,” he beamed and popped a dumpling in his mouth. His face went through a range of emotion; bliss at the flavor of the food, then empathetic as he remembered what you’d been saying. He swallowed the full bite heavily. “I know how Kakashi can be,” he started. “Please, allow me to apologize for his actions!”

You shook your head. “I’m not upset with him; I’m worried about him,” you explained. “He’s blaming himself for what happened with Naruto and Sasuke. He acted like he had just abandoned them, when nothing could be further from the truth.”

“He has always put the full pressure on himself,” Gai agreed, “even when we were children.”

“I just hate how hard it is on everyone.” You ate another dumpling to try and squash the despair rising in your chest, but it wasn’t quite enough. “I saw Naruto before I left the hospital. And he’s just so determined to go back out there after Sasuke as soon as he’s healed. He’s so upset with himself, that he couldn’t get Sasuke to come home. And those other boys who went with him. Shikamaru is upset that his mission failed, and Sakura is a wreck even though she’s trying to hide it. And Kakashi…”

“He lashed out,” Gai nodded solemnly, a knowing look in his eye like he had been in your shoes many times.

“He said I have no idea what it means to be a shinobi, and after seeing those kids, I’m starting to wonder if he’s right.”

Gai sat thoughtfully for a minute, taking a sip of his tea before he stared at you meaningfully. “It’s true that Kakashi is right more often than he’s wrong,” Gai grinned. “But in this case, he’s undeniably mistaken. With your compassion, you have everything it takes to understand what it means to be a shinobi.” His look was just as compassionate as he claimed you to be. “Kakashi will realize that soon. Otherwise, people will start to say that I’m the smart one.”

You laughed despite yourself, finally feeling the weight lift from your heart. “I love him so much. And I don’t know how to help him. He says he wants to be alone and I can understand that but…I don’t want him to think that he really is alone, you know?”

Tears gathered in Gai’s eyes as he beamed a giant smile in your direction. “So beautiful,” he wailed, the tears beginning to fall and soak into the dumplings on his plate. “Kakashi is so lucky to have you, someone who cares so deeply for him and understands him. I truly believe that you are the perfect match for him.” He snatched you into a tight hug and you could feel the river of grateful tears flooding your shoulder.

His outburst distracted the majority of the restaurant, and even though they weren’t particularly busy, you felt heat in your cheeks as you noticed all the attention on you. “Th-thanks Gai,” you stuttered.

Gai leaned off of you, looking slightly chagrined. “I apologize. It just fills my heart with so much happiness to see how passionately you feel for my best friend and eternal rival!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the exuberant shinobi. Even Kakashi’s detached tone as he spoke of his friend couldn’t disguise the effect that Gai had on him or the fondness they had for one another. You had to admit that it moved you.

“Well, I’m just glad he’s had you all this time.”

Fresh tears welled in Gai’s eyes, but he forced them back. “Like I said, I know how Kakashi can be. But that just means I also know why he can be like that. And I have seen so many people give up on him.” He put his hand on your shoulder, absolutely beaming at you. “It makes me very happy that you are different.”

He ate another dumpling and you smiled. “Thanks for bringing me here, Gai. You and I should spend more time together.”

“ABSOLUTELY!” he pulled you into another hug, nearly knocking the wind from your chest as you laughed.

The rest of the meal just continued to lift your spirits, you and Gai sharing easy conversation and funny stories with one another as more and more of the feast of dumplings disappeared. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but Gai attacked the platters with the same level of enthusiasm as he did everything. Before long, you were both reaching your limits (although you suspected he would happily eat twice as much if this were one of his rival contests).

Gai excused himself to take care of the bill, waving away your offer of ryō so quickly you were worried his wrist might snap. As you waited for him to return to the table, you overheard the conversation of two men sitting a few tables down.

“Did you hear?” one asked his friend. “Sasuke Uchiha abandoned the village to join up with Orochimaru. And that kid Naruto nearly died trying to bring him back!”

Your posture stiffened at their topic. The man spoke so casually, it churned the partially-digested dumplings in your stomach.

“Man, I get that they don’t have any parents, but someone oughta take responsibility for them. Don’t they have a sensei or something?” the friend responded.

The guy scoffed. “Hatake?”

“Hmph, that explains it. Cold-Blooded Kakashi strikes again.”

“Ha, he ran out of friends, so now instead of Friend-Killer, I guess he’s Kid-Killer Kakashi!”

“HEY.” The exclamation was out of your throat before you even had a chance to think about it. But you wouldn’t have taken it back even if you had the chance.

The men both looked unimpressed by your interruption. “What?”

“Don’t talk about him like that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Kakashi Hatake. You don’t know him at all. So get his name out of your mouths.”

The men shared an amused look, like they were speaking to a child. “Excuse me?” the first man asked, turning back to you and resting his chin on his palm.

“Kakashi isn’t cold-blooded. He was out of the village on a mission when Orochimaru lured Sasuke out of the village, and Naruto was gone before Kakashi got back. But he didn’t waste a second before going after them, even though he had just been through hell. So how dare you talk about him like that? Just who the hell do you think you are?!”

“Us?” the guy laughed. “Who’re you, Hatake’s cheerleader?”

“I said…get his name out of your disgusting mouth.”

“Hey now, what gives you the right to make assumptions about my mouth?” the man sneered, leaning closer and meeting your challenge. “You haven’t been properly acquainted with it.”

“That’s enough!” Gai bellowed, appearing out of nowhere and diving between you and the man to create a human barrier. “Y/N, you don’t have to listen to this.”

“Now hold on, she and I were having a conversation. I’m just dying to know why someone like her would bother defending that worthless—"

You launched yourself at the man before you even considered the consequences. Thankfully, Gai’s superhuman reflexes caught you before you were able to make any contact and likely hurt only yourself. And even better, you surprised both of the jerks enough that they finally shut up.

Gai set you back on your feet and gave you a quick look to either warn or ask you not to try something like that again. It really shocked you how quickly Gai could switch from carefree to serious without losing a hint of credibility. Quickly coming back to your senses, you folded your hands behind your back and looked at the floor.

“Now,” Gai began, looking back at the men at the table. “Simply apologize to my friend, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Why should I apologize?” the man scoffed. “She’s the one who jumped into our conversation, then got all hysterical. The way I see it, she oughta apologize.”

Like hell I’ll apologize. Gai must have felt the way you bristled behind him, reaching back and placing his hand on your arm to ground you. “Don’t worry about these guys, Y/N. They aren’t worth it. Let’s go.”

He waited to allow you to leave first, keeping himself between you and those assholes in case either side started up again. The men must have realized who they were dealing with and decided to leave well enough alone, keeping quiet. You did offer the workers of the restaurant a genuine apology as you passed them, but they waved it away as though you hadn’t caused a scene. Still, as you made your way back to the center of the village, you felt that one more apology was necessary.

“I’m sorry Gai. I should have controlled myself better back there. I’m not even really sure what came over me.”

“I know exactly what came over you,” he beamed with pride. “All of the hot-blooded feelings you have for Kakashi sent you rushing to his defense, and it was a joy to see. But to ensure your safety, I had to put a stop to it.”

“You were right to.” You smiled and hugged him. “I think I’m going to head home. Get my adrenaline back to normal. I’m not sure how shinobi keep this up all the time,” you laughed.

Gai responded with a loud guffaw and a clap on your back. “Thank you again for your company today!”

This time, you pulled him into the hug. “Thanks for everything.”

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Obito…

Kakashi’s hair hung limp in his face as he stared at the Memorial Stone. His feet were planted in a spot so familiar, he could feel the indents of his sandals in the earth. Proof of how often he had to admit his shortcomings.

“I’m sorry, Obito.” Kakashi spoke evenly and quietly. “I’m no better of a jōnin than I was when I let you down. And now, I’ve let down the last member of your clan.” His breath hitched. “Obito, I let down everyone. I still haven’t learned how to protect my comrades. I’m still…I’m still losing them. I’ve lost my entire team. Again.”

Kakashi’s hands trembled at his sides. “I thought things would be different. I thought I could live up to what you said. I tried…I tried to teach them the same lessons you taught me. The way that Minato-sensei taught us. My students remind me so much of our team. I should have known exactly what they needed. But I failed as a sensei. I wasn’t cut out to teach them. I couldn’t even recognize that Naruto and Sasuke were on the brink of killing each other. I was…”

Naïve. Distracted. In love.

“I was happy, Obito.” The honesty opened a chasm in his chest. “I should have known it couldn’t last. But I didn’t, and it cost those kids everything.”

That. That was the crux of it.

Kakashi had made peace with the fact that you were too good for him, and his time with you would certainly not be endless. He had been prepared to be with you for as long as you wanted him. But it had gotten to the point where he needed to make that call for you. If he had accepted the truth sooner, stopped delaying the inevitable, maybe he could have prevented what happened to his team.

If he had just let you go, been less selfish, put all his focus on his students…this visit to the Memorial Stone could have been completely different.

“RIVAL!”

Not now…

Kakashi turned to see Gai walking up to him with that big, stupid smile he always had. Kakashi aimed his most withering stare at his rival, but Gai chose to take no notice, walking up as though Kakashi had invited him.

“What is it, Gai?”

“I had a feeling I would find you here, Kakashi.”

“…Is there a problem?”

“No, not at all. But I heard what happened. And I just wanted to check on you, see if there was anything I could do to help.”

Unless you know where Orochimaru is—where Sasuke is—what help could you possibly be?

“Also, I ran into Y/N in town.”

Every one of his nerves lit up at your name. “Y/N?”

“She was upset, Kakashi.” Gai softly chastised him. “I know that what you’re going through is horrible. But please, don’t take it out on her.”

I never wanted to, he mentally defended himself. But I had to.

“What’s done is done, Gai,” Kakashi answered. “It’s over between us.”

Gai seemed confused. “You…broke up with her?”

“Well, no,” he admitted. I couldn’t force myself to do it. “But I did pick a fight. And after the way I spoke to her, she would be justified in cursing my name.”

Gai started laughing. Kakashi looked at him with fury in his eye, but Gai held up a hand to beg his friend and rival to show mercy. “I’m sorry Kakashi. I don’t mean to laugh. But actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

“What?”

“When I found Y/N, I could tell she was upset, and I invited her to lunch. While we were preparing to leave, she overheard an off-color comment about you. And Kakashi, she went up to the men and responded with a white-hot youthful outrage that I didn’t think someone of her stature would be able to produce! Defending you with the passion and conviction of a woman who’s witnessed her lover hang the stars themselves!”

What the hell is she doing? Kakashi was torn. The idea that you felt strongly enough to defend him tugged his heart in all different directions. Whoever this was that you overheard, Kakashi was sure this would just be the start of it. He had understood the importance of being entrusted as the mentor to the last surviving Uchiha and the nine-tailed fox jinchūriki, and although he could think of a hundred reasons why he wasn’t fit for the job, he had agreed to the Third Hokage’s request, only to fail even more spectacularly than he could have imagined.

Soon, the entire village would be saying all the same things. He would never ask or expect you to take on that animosity. It terrified him. But more than that, it angered him. Infuriated him; that you would be subjected to such hostility—that people would direct even a small portion of that disdain toward you—because you still cared for him, despite the terrible things he had done.

Well then. The answer was simple.

If the problem was that you cared about him…he would make you stop.

“Kakashi?” Gai addressed him, pulling him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“She shouldn’t have done that,” Kakashi responded, his voice low and simmering.

“Rival, she—”

“I don’t want her to do that.”

Gai blinked a few times before softening his expression. “She loves you, Kakashi.”

“She shouldn’t do that either,” he snapped. “I don’t wa—”

“RIVAL.” Gai cut him off. “Don’t you dare say you don’t want her to love you. I won’t allow you to lie to me.”

Kakashi looked again at the memorial stone. His eye locked onto Obito’s name automatically. His old teammate, now only an etching on this monument, because of mistakes Kakashi had made and could never take back.

“I told her I love her…right before I left for that mission.”

Gai’s voice softened. “Kakashi, that’s wonderf—”

“No. It isn’t,” he argued. “Everything fell apart after that. Things I should have been able to prevent. I don’t want her to be dragged down by my mistakes.”

“Well, she—”

He faced his friend with venom in his uncovered eye. “I won’t let her.”

Kakashi ran, leaving Gai and Obito behind. He could hear Gai’s objections, but he wasn’t about to turn back and give his irresponsibly goofy friend the opportunity to try and change his mind.

He heaved a sigh of frustration. Why were you making this even more difficult than it already was? He had been an absolute jerk to you back in the hospital. He had taken your offers of help and reassurance and thrown them back in your face. When you’d heard whatever grievances the man at the dumpling shop had, you should have joined right in.

Not that the thought of you striking up a conversation with a new man didn’t turn Kakashi’s stomach inside out. His feet skidded on the ground. It had been hard enough accepting that you wouldn’t be his anymore, but he hadn’t considered that there would be nothing stopping you from giving yourself to someone else. Could he honestly stand it if he saw you hand in hand with someone new? Smiling that perfect smile at some other man?

A selfish instinct kept him perfectly still. Maybe he should change his mind. Maybe this was his chance to take it all back. He could just apologize, and you would stay by his side, offering him all your love without question. Sure, the rest of the village would still hate him. But he could keep you.

And then everyone would turn on you, as well.

No. This was the only way he could protect you, and that was what he wanted more than anything. He just hated that that meant he had to be even more cruel. It was sadistic, that protecting you meant hurting you. But it had to be done.

He couldn’t be selfish. He’d already had far more of you than he deserved to have. He would do it quickly; hurt you one last time, so he couldn’t hurt you any more in the future.

With his mind set in stone, Kakashi was able to track you down easily. You were just walking through the park, seeming a bit listless in the way you moved.

“Y/N.”

You whipped around at the sound of his voice. “Kakashi! H-hi.”

The look on your face could have broken his heart all over again. You were surprised to see him, but more than that, you looked happy. Hopeful, like you thought he had sought you out to take everything back.

And here he was, getting ready to hurt you all over again.

“I need to talk to you.”

A tremor ran through his body when he saw the soft, secure look in your eyes. You nodded and willingly stepped closer to him, blind to the fact that he was a danger to you. Like he wasn’t a threatening, cold-blooded monster.

Wordlessly, he quickly guided you to his apartment. It was close and private. Not to mention he wouldn’t invite himself into your home, especially under these pretenses.

As soon as he whisked you inside, he shut the door to block out the unnecessary hatred and negativity that nipped at his heels. He was about to create enough of that himself; he surely didn’t need help from the rest of the village. Kakashi refused to turn and look at you, frustrated by what he had to do.

“So…” You blinked a little nervously as he failed to speak. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

He sighed, letting his head fall against the door. “Gai told me what happened. In the dumpling shop.”

“Oh,” you blushed at the memory. “I—”

Abruptly, he turned to face you, cutting you off before you had a chance to continue. “Don’t do anything like that again.”

“I…I’m sorry…” you stammered, taken back by his tone. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“That’s not—” His fingers curled into tight fists before he pushed his hitai-ate up and pulled his mask to his neck. “Just…stay out of it, Y/N.”

“But…” The look on your face went firm and defensive. “Kakashi, he said that you—”

“I don’t care what he said.”

“I do care!”

“Well don’t!” he thundered. Your mouth dropped open, stunned that the two of you were falling into an argument again. “You shouldn’t have done anything, Y/N. I don’t need your help, and I don’t need your pity. So just leave it alone.”

“It isn’t pity, you—”

“Stop.” He could feel the way his stare was wearing you down. “Stop defending me, stop taking my side.” It hurt like a blade, inwardly acknowledging everything else that you would stop. Stop loving me. “Just stop.”

You held eye contact for longer than he would have expected of anyone else, but he knew just how persistent you could be. “Why?” The question escaped your mouth on a shaky exhale. “Why wouldn’t I take your side when you’ve done nothing wrong?”

Kakashi turned back to the door, hiding the pain that was threatening to show through the cracks. “That was all I had to say,” he finished, opening the door to let you walk out of his life forever.

“Kakashi…” You walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He refused to turn, wishing to just block out your words. “What are you doing? Please, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing else to talk about. You should leave.”

“I know that you feel guilty for what happened to Sasuke and Naruto. And I know I can’t understand it but…can’t we just talk about it? I don’t expect to resolve everything tonight, but I don’t want to leave you like this again.”

He had to say it. It was for your own good, and you weren’t going to give him a choice. He had used all his usual tricks on you; acted as immature as the arrogant child he used to be; the reason people saw him as cold-blooded. But you were refusing to see him that way. So he looked away, and said the only thing you couldn’t misinterpret, no matter how badly he wanted you to.

“I’m telling you to leave me, Y/N. For good.”

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rapha-reads · 2 years

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do you have any merthur fic recommendations that have happy endings?

Do I ever ! Strap on, I've got quite the list.

Tagged Angst With A Happy Ending :

Take A Letter, Merlin by Caledonia/@iamcaledonia (7870 words, Modern Era)

Arthur is an emotionally repressed workaholic who is unhappily married. Merlin is his loyal and competent personal assistant. One Monday, Merlin comes to work to find that, over the weekend, Arthur has dictated a letter for Merlin that is about to change both of their lives. A song fic inspired by the 1969 classic, 'Take A Letter, Maria' by R. B. Greaves.

Kiss Today Goodbye, by Cithara/@citharaposts (5337 words, Canon Era, Divergence from s02e13)

When Arthur regains consciousness in time to hear Merlin confront the dragon, his world is turned on its head by the revelations that follow.

Turning the Page, by @schweetheart and @queerofthedagger (19050 words, Canon Divergence, Epistolary)

Without intending to, Arthur pushes Merlin just one step too far. Now he's left without his manservant but a hundred questions, a world of hurt, and guilt that clings to him like a shadow. Well, and a notebook filled with drawings because apparently, Merlin can draw on top of being a sorcerer. No matter how often Arthur tells himself that he just wants to forget, he can't help but come back to the collection of sketches and notes, a chronicle of all that Merlin has done.

Maybe their story isn't quite over yet.

The Knights of the Table, by DrJackAndMissJo/@drjackandmissjo (9198 words, Modern Era, Food Critic and Chef AU)

'Can you even believe this guy?" Gwaine asked, offended and almost breathless as he popped himself on Percival’s counter. There was no need for any of the other men to ask who he was talking about. Everyone knew about the devilish creature that wrote the restaurant and food reviews on Camelot Weekly. “What makes you even think it’s a guy?” asked Lance as he took the newspaper from the Irish man, “I’m pretty sure that it is a demon sent straight from hell to torture all of us!”

Tagged Happy Ending :

Hope On A Tuesday Afternoon, by arsenicandsunshine (8985 words, Modern Era, Housemates, Idiots in Love, Getting Together)

Arthur likes his life. Why wouldn't he? Nice flat, all to himself, stable job. Friends. Yep, he's set all right. Or, he is until he ends up with an unexpected flatmate. Merlin certainly does have a knack for turning Arthur's life upside down.

a long, long day, by @oncefutureemrys (1237 words, Canon Era, Secret Relationship, baths and massages)

Merlin was beyond tired of it all. He just wanted one moment where… it could be just him. Just him and Arthur, just the two of them, without the rest of the world interfering. But alas, Merlin was no normal person and neither was Arthur, and the chances of them having a regular day were almost as likely as Uther deciding to stop hating magic. So, he walked into Arthur’s room, ready for more late night chores, a slight slump in his posture. To anyone else, it would seem as if he was perfectly fine, usual Merlin just slightly tired from a long day’s work. But Merlin knew it was a bit more than that. And so did Arthur, apparently, because when he stumbled in, he found the idiot sitting casually behind his desk, an air of amusement and playfulness surrounding him, a teasing grin forming on his stupid, stupid (handsome) face. Or: Merlin's had a long day, so Arthur takes care of him.

Suffering in Silence, by TheCourtSorcerer/@tcs-main (3205 words, Canon Divergence, Sir Leon-The-Long-Suffering, POV Leon)

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to say something. He couldn’t keep silent anymore. Day in, day out… The constant borderline scandalous looks, the barely concealed innuendos, the incredibly unsubtle touches, all of it! He was going to lose his mind. How could two people be so blind?! So, that’s what led him to the tavern that night, across from Gwaine, a hint of regret tugging at his mind that he steadfastly ignored. “Okay… How do we get them together?”

Secrets & Lies, by LiGi/@little-ligi (13333 words, Canon Era, Divergence, Arthur Finds Out, Protective Arthur, Friends to Lovers)

Arthur had finally put his finger on it. The thing that had made Merlin stand out, the thing that had intrigued him about the boy ever since the first time he’d met him. The thing that was going to get him killed… Merlin had magic. Not only had it, but used it freely all the bloody time. It was only a matter of time before someone saw him do it, and then they’d report him to the king and Merlin would be dragged out into the courtyard and executed. Well, not if Arthur had anything to do about it. Mid series one, Arthur, for once not being totally oblivious, discovers that Merlin has magic. The problem is, having magic gets people killed and Arthur very much prefers Merlin alive. It turns out making sure nobody sees Merlin do magic is rather a full-time job however...

A Universe Which Freely Gives, by @psychotic-fangirl369 (26455 words, Post Canon, Reincarnation, Arthur Returns, Getting Together)

Arthur returns… but because of a series of unlikely events (and perhaps a bit of morose dragging of feet because he can't bring himself to believe the signals), Merlin misses the boat. By the time he makes it to the lake, signs of Arthur abound but Arthur is nowhere to be found. Magical tracking being less reliable than one might think, when Merlin finally does manage to find him Arthur is bizarrely well-adjusted, living in a flatshare in London with roommates who think he's batty but mostly harmless, and working an improbable job. Enter: Merlin, who Arthur absolutely is not expecting to still be alive.

So Where Are My Flowers?, by @tehfanglyfish (1365 words, Canon Era, Pining, Flowers, Magic Reveal)

A question asked as a joke leads to years of fresh flowers waiting for Arthur each morning until the one day he almost screws things up.

Balancing the Scale, by sunsetmoonrise (20528 words, 5+1, Canon Era Divergence, Slow Burn, Pining)

Five times Merlin didn't realise Arthur was protecting him, and the one time he did.

Alright, that's quite a lot already! These are the latest in my bookmarks, don't hesitate to ask me again if you want more!

#replies #2012throwback #merlin #merthur #merthur fics #merthur fic #merthur fic rec #fic rec #happy endings #happy fics #angst with a happy ending #rapha talks #rapha reads

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mooodyblue · 10 months

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hi i’ve never sent a request before but i thought of one/ just a thought depending on what you’re feeling 🫶 but basically my anxiety has been really bad lately and today i had a breakdown in a restaurant bc i was convinced the waiter was mad at me LMAO and i was just thinking abt how elvis would handle a situation like that where his little really doesn’t want to go down but he can tell their anxiety is spiking / they’re starting to panic and he doesn’t wanna push them, but then something pushes them over the edge in public and he just comforts them and helps them drop and gets them away from the situation asap just very fluffy and comforting and yeah 🫶 that’s all 🫶

ugh i feel this 100%!!!!! loved this request vvv much i know this all too well. hope u enjoy! <3

wc: 1.3k

there was something off about you today, elvis couldn’t put his finger on it.

elvis knew you like the back of his hand. he knew your quirks, what set you off, what made you uncomfortable, and how bad your brain could treat you sometimes.

you woke up with a weird feeling in your chest. maybe it was the way elvis sighed when he woke up or how his usual morning kiss didn't linger as long as it usually did. how did something so small cause you so much worry?

it almost worried elvis how quiet you were at breakfast. all you did was poke at your eggs. there was a slight tremble to your hand, heavy sighs leaving your chest as you refused to make eye contact with him.

“you alright, baby?”

you didn't look up at him, shrugging and not replying to him.

he sighed, drinking his coffee and putting his mug down before asking the question that you absolutely dreaded.

“you feelin’ little?”

honestly, there was nothing more you wanted than to finally drop. but it was his day off, he wanted to spend the day with you and his friends and he had plans, you couldn’t just ruin them so suddenly. not on the day of. he was already annoyed with you, at least in your head he was.

“no.” was all you said, poking at your eggs again.

“well—i got the guys to come with us to the memphian tonight. got a good lineup of movies, you wanna go down and get that pretty lil' dress you saw a couple weeks ago?” he asked, trying to get your mind off of things.

“sure, sure.” she nodded.

damage control

“whatever you wanna do.” she mumbled, pushing her plate away.

he did buy the dress for you, amongst other things. he loved spoiling you. with how you’d been feeling, he thought you deserved a nice pick me up at the very least.

it wasn’t until you both settled into the rented out memphian theater that you started feeling bad again. the guys were in a few rows behind the two of you, being loud and talking amongst themselves before the movie started. elvis had to tell them to tone it down a bit as if he noticed it was bothering you slightly.

elvis wrapped an arm around your shoulders, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to try and calm you down. your leg was bouncing up and down quickly, trying to ease yourself of your running thoughts. “they don’t like me, elvis.” you mumbled.

“sure they do, baby. you know how they get sometimes.” he sighed.

they were just….so loud. and it was clearly affecting you and elvis was well aware of it so chances are; elvis was annoyed that you were frustrated and ruining his night with the guys.

obviously, that wasn't even close to the truth. but your brain told you otherwise.

you felt your chest start to hurt, just trying to keep everything bottled in and to yourself as your thoughts became worse and worse.

“you gon’ start the movie or keep coddlin’ that baby of yours, ep?” billy yelled from the back.

you sunk further in your seat, crossing your arms.

elvis rolled his eyes, “it ain’t me man, be patient. they’ll start it soon. it ain't my fault we’re early.”

there was an audible groan from the back, along with mumbles which you assumed were about you.

“it's my fault.” you muttered.

his eyes widened as he turned to you, taking ahold of your hand. “not your fault at all, baby. you know that.”

“i didn’t wanna go out for lunch ‘n now we’re early.” she grumbled.

“baby, we didn’t go out for lunch cause the guys were eager ‘bout comin' out here. you not wantin’ to eat didn’t play into that at all—you know how i am about you skippin’ your meals.” he frowned, squeezing your hand. “you hungry? i can go get you a lil’ snack, i’ll be real fast.”

you looked at him panicked, “you’re gonna leave me with them?”

“i’ll be super super fast, baby. i’ll bring you some candy, okay? you just wait.” he kissed the top of your head as he got up from his seat to leave the theater, leaving you alone a few rows ahead of the guys.

you kept your eyes forward, refusing to look behind you.

there was a small thump to the back of your head, followed by another and then another. that’s when you turned around, your cheek being hit with a piece of popcorn thrown from his cousin as he snickered to himself. you turned back around, your chest getting tighter as you felt your body begin to shake. why was elvis taking so long?

“quit it, man! that ain’t funny!” and “you’re bein’ a real jerk, man.” were mumbled behind you and god, you just wanted to go home.

elvis returned to the room, his eyes automatically shifting to you as you stood there visibly not okay. he rushed over to you, rubbing your back. “what happened? what’s goin’ on, baby?”

“my chest hurts.” you whimpered, your breathing suddenly getting heavier.

he glared at the guys behind her, “what the hell did you say to them?”

“man, i was just kiddin’ around!” billy defended, sitting up in his chair. “they’re just bein’ dramatic!”

“watch your mouth, boy.” elvis snapped.

you felt tears begin to trickle down your cheeks, shaking your head as you covered your ears.

elvis helped you up from your seat, looking back at the men, “enjoy the movie.” he spat before quickly ushering you out into the quiet lobby.

“‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” you began to cry, trying to control your breathing.

“hey, baby. look at me, c’mere.” he crouched down and took her hands, holding them both securely in his as he looked up at you. “don’t apologize, this ain’t your fault. i got a group of fools as friends, don’t i?”

you sniffled softly, shaking under his touch.

elvis knew you weren’t having a good day and he wished you had brought it up, but you had such a bad habit of overthinking and bottling it all up. he wanted to take away your pain so badly, but all he could do was comfort you.

“baby? you wanna go down a bit? maybe try ‘n forget about all of this?” he finally asked in a softer tone.

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, nodding as he brought you back to his car—immediately taking you home.

elvis was good at taking care of you, always knowing what to do in situations like these. he gave you a nice bath, wrapped you up in a cozy blanket and put cartoons on for you in the living room until he returned with a plate of nuggets and a sippy cup with your favorite juice. he frowned upon eating in the living room in fear of you spilling something onto the carpet but at this moment he didn’t care.

he rubbed your back softly as you drank from your sippy cup. “you okay, baby?”

“mhm.” you hummed against your sippy cup. “thank you, daddy.”

he gave you a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you were so strong today, daddy’s real proud of you.”

you turned and looked at him, your cheeks growing warm at the sudden praise.

he smiled at your reaction, giving your cheek a small pinch as you erupted in tiny giggles, nuzzling into his neck with the sippy cup still in your hand. “my cute baby, you’re just so cute. y’know that? i ain’t ever lettin’ anyone be mean to you again. swear.”

the puppy dog eyes got him, the look of love and adoration in your eyes as you looked up at him from his shoulder. he kissed the top of your head and brushed your hair back. “i could just eat you right up, baby. that’s how cute you are.”

“daddy no!” you giggled, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“alright, alright. not today.”

#elvis x reader

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infranuz · 1 year

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v. im so in love | snap out of it

you weren’t going to lie when you said you were nervous, horribly nervous. many things could go wrong today, but still it was your first date ever in months. you should be glad you were even invited right? after the call you had with chishiya during the night you felt somewhat more relieved. he ended up waking you up with his loud ass alarm, yet it wasn’t that bad since you got to talk about your plans for the day which helped you calm down.

truth to be told, you could only ever fall asleep on call with chishiya and chishiya only. hell not even your own brother. but that aside, you had agreed with karube to meet up at shibuya station at 5 it was currently 4:30.. you had checked your outfit several times just to make sure nothing was wrong. it looked cute but not too exaggerated, did he even think of it as a date?

you were over here giggling and laughing because you believed it was a date, but was it really? maybe he just wanted to hang out as friends, maybe he just wanted to catch up. i mean, after all you had been absent for several months. your thoughts were cut short when you heard a knock coming from your room's door. the only person home was arisu, thinking it was him you opened it.

surprise surprise there was karube with literal flowers in his hand, an actual bouquet now. your eyes widened at his sight, he looked so.. pretty, so?!??? breath taking.. as silly as it sounded he was out of his casual t shirts and jeans he was actually dressed to impress.

“[name]” he greeted you first as he took a good look at your outfit, and shit you looked beautiful. you smiled at him and shook your head “i thought we were meeting at shibuya station?” he laughed knowing he lied about ending his shift at 4, he was actually off today. he had spent the entire morning trying to find a good outfit and some flowers to give to you. that reminded him, he handed you the flowers speaking once again.

“well, I decided to take a little shortcut” you smiled at his words and took the flowers from his hand, placing them in an empty base. “shall we go?” he asked, stepping aside from the doorway so you could exit your apartment. “I say we shall” you intertwined your arms giggling at the use of words.

“it should be about 20-30 minutes to get there” this time you weren't even going to complain about the walk, you were just glad you had a date.

karube was right. it took 30 minutes to get there, although it was worth it since he talked to you all the way to the amusement park. he shared a lot about himself which made you happy since you knew more about him now. “well what do we do? want to walk around first or eat?” it didn’t really matter for you since all you wanted was to have a good day with karube.

“whatever seems best for you, I don’t mind” karube thought for a second deciding what to do first, in an instant he answered “let’s eat first yeah? there’s this 5 star restaurant around here.” 5 star!? like fancy kind of restaurant?? there’s no way you would make karube pay for an expensive meal.

“WHAT?? IS IT LIKE EXPENSIVE??” you were worried about karubes wallet.. “what? no i don’t think so.. anyway even if it was you deserve a good meal” he said those words without a worry in the world. “why don’t we just get some mcdonald’s..” you offered instead.

“nah, it’s all good, c'mon let’s go find it” he took your hand and started walking in the direction of the restaurant. it was the first time you had held his hand for more than 5 minutes, other times it was just your arms linking, this sent you into an overthinking mess. thankfully, karube didn’t pay one bit of attention to your reaction, still looking ahead. it didn’t take you guys much before actually spotting the restaurant and getting a seat.

“What are you going to get?” karube asked, grabbing the menu left on the table. “i’m not s-” your eyes widened at the prices, $20 for a soup!? and it wasn’t even a big bowl.. “karube, i really don’t think we should eat here..”

“hm? why not, the food seems good” he wasn’t even bothered about the prices?? guess you wouldn’t be able to change his mind. you quietly looked through the menu frowning since everything was pretty much the same price for a small amount. the only thing that was slightly cheaper was a plate of takoyaki.

thank god it was even cheap at a 5 star restaurant, anyway you weren’t as hungry so 8 balls would for sure fill your half empty stomach. by the time you were done thinking about your choices the waiter came by and asked if you were ready to order. both you and karube agreed and ordered, you thought maybe after the food arrived you would be able to get to know the blond in front of you even more.

yet, everything seemed to go by fast, the ordering the eating, not even a small spark of conversation happened. truly, it was awkward, but could you blame karube? he was probably just too hungry to try and have a small talk. the date came to a great start, where did all that go?

you thanked karube as he payed the bill, you didn’t even want to know how much it was considering the amount of food ordered. “we can explore the park now if you’d like, there’s souvenir stores too” karube said as he exited the restaurant holding the door for you to step out.

“let’s walk around the park for a little yeah? let’s get a water first tho.. im pretty thirsty..” not to mention throughout the whole meal karube didn’t bother to ask if you wanted anything to drink. it’s okay tho!! he probably just forgot to ask, at least you wanted to believe. restaurant was too expensive anyway..

“oh! i have one in my backpack, I also brought snacks if you want” he pointed towards his back telling you to grab it from there “thank you, do you want one?” the conversation was running smoothly yet it felt so forced? rushed? awkward?.. maybe all of them..

“we can share one” as in, share the same bottle, as in an indirect kiss? “sure..” if kuina was here right now she would have probably scolded you from how dumb you were being, but c'mon an indirect kiss, first kiss ever!?? (it wasn’t your first kiss, just a bad memory..)

you agreed and took the bottle from his backpack, opening the top. the blush was increasingly creeping to your already rosy cheeks as he took the bottle from your hands when you handed it to him. he didn’t seem bothered by the thought of an indirect kiss, maybe he just didn’t care.

oh but he did care, a lot actually, he just wanted to seem cool in front of you. you were snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke up again “we can walk around now, there’s also a ferris wheel near” karube pointed towards a map that was visible on his phone, the online page of the theme park. “THERE'S A FERRIS WHEEL??” you absolutely loved ferris wheels, especially when you could share the moment with someone.. karube stared at you and, suddenly realizing you shouted that a little too loud making people turn to you, you looked away slightly embarrassed.

“pfft, do you want to walk there? it’s not that far” he laughed at your reaction yet he seemed happy about your sudden interest. “lead the way” the moment was perfect to ride the ferris wheel, the sun was setting and fireworks would be happening in 20 minutes, it would give you both enough time to walk there and get on a pod and reach the top for a good view.

you both walked hand in hand enjoying the ambiance of the park, everything was so lively. the date might have started a little on the wrong side but it changed as quickly as it began. his hands were so rough yet warm, it brung you a small feeling of comfort. maybe this was really love you felt, love for your brothers best friend, what a joke.

anyway you would clear your suspicions with kuina and chishiya the next time you see them, they always seemed to know what to say when you came to them for advice. “that’s.. pretty high up” karubes words brought your attention to the ride in front of you. even more perfect, the higher the better for a good view right?

“that’s perfect! we can watch the fireworks from up there!!” you clung into his arm with excitement. he could only smile and laugh at how thrilled you looked.

it took about 5 minutes to get a seat in a pod, the wheel started moving and you stood up to see the view from all the way up, karube chuckled as he watched you, from his view he got a good angle at your face. he was happy seeing you smile so brightly, it made him glad you were enjoying your date, hangout.

the wheel stopped right at the top making you jump in joy, perfect timing since the fireworks were just about to start. you sat back down right in front of him, you took your attention from the window to him. to your surprise, he was staring right at you, and just like that bright lights appeared in the sky exploding and making different shapes, and as cliche as it may sound, right behind him a pink heart appeared outlining his shape.

your eyes widened in surprise, your heart fluttered at the view in front of you. it was possibly even better than the view from your current position in the pod. you were for sure you were head over heels for daikichi karube.

the day finally came to an end, after getting off the ferris wheel and enjoying a small walk around the park you got karube to get in a photo booth with you to take pictures. a special picture to remind you of today. right before leaving karube got you both drinks, milk to be exactly. a chocolate milk, maybe yeah it wasn’t your favorite but you still appreciated his kind gesture.

“thank you for the invite today karube, I had a lot of fun” he hummed at your words with a grin on his face as he looked down at your taken photos. you stopped at your doorstep as he waited for you to go inside, “say hi to arisu for me, have a good night [name]” he gave you a small wave.

maybe you were reaching way farther than you would originally but fuck it, right before going inside you walked back to karube who was standing several steps away from you. in an instant you placed both of your hands on each side of his face and pulled him towards you. another small kiss on his opposite cheek from the last one. “goodnight karube” you quickly turned back and closed the door. thank god arisu wasn’t home to see your current condition.

your legs gave out in embarrassment, since when had you become so bold..

arisu was just arriving at his apartment as he saw his friend outside his door with a hand on his right cheek. “karube?” he asked approaching him, he was dressed completely different from his normal outfits, strangely enough. “arisu, hi” karube turned to him trying to hide his flustered state, “what are you doing? it’s 10.. and why are you dressed so fancy?” arisu had somewhat of an idea of what his blond friend was doing but he wanted to be proven wrong.

“i just came to drop off [name]” ah, that’s right, even if he wanted to be proven wrong he wasn’t going to be. he should feel happy for his sister yet the thought of his best friend and his sister going out bothered him. he wanted to be happy for you, but knowing how karube is and how he handles things he wasn’t exactly very sure of your relationship. “stop playing around with [name] like that if you aren’t serious about it.”

“what?..” karubes smile suddenly dropped at arisus words “you know perfectly what i mean karube, last time you did this you lead the poor girl on, I don’t want that to happen with my sister” as much as he loved his friends his sister was far more important. “it’s not like that-” karube couldn’t even finish his sentence before arisu walked right past him, opening his apartment door and talking over him before closing the door disappearing. “it better not be”. harsh..

that very night arisu and kuina teamed up to make the relationship fail, hopefully..

— tell me why this chapter has so many time skips..oops. IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO PUBLISH THIS😭,, I’ll make it up on Friday I SWEAR. for now pls take this very rushed, very bad worded chapter. I’ll bring Chishiya back soon i just need to make more scenes with karube for the sake of the plot </3 but I can assure you this isn’t a karube x reader so 🤭. I also probably failed my test today hahah, hopefully tumblr doesn’t mess up my post otherwise i will cry. ANYWAY goodnight guys, I have more exams coming up next week but I get review days during the week so <3

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midwestmade29 · 7 months

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*Currently doing a happy dance*

CHAPTER 1 💕

I somehow managed to break through my writer's block and put together the first part of another Christian Cage story! Let us all rejoice 😂 With this story, I'm kinda taking it in a different direction compared to my last one. This story dives a little deeper into a version of Christian that I imagined if he had taken a lot of the criticism, negativity and hate that he received during different points of his real life career, (from fans, writers, coworkers, etc.) and had a very hard time dealing/coping with it, and choosing to let it consume him. The story may start off kinda slow, but I hope you'll give it a chance! (Don't worry...there will still be spicy content in it as the story marches on 🔥)

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Do not interact with any parts/chapters of this story.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

It is written from the POV of a female character and has dialogue between her and Christian Cage. As I continue writing, I may change the POV to Christian’s from time to time!

Some topics/actions/theme(s) of this story may not be suitable and/or triggering for some readers. Foul language, alcohol consumption/use, drunkenness, arguments, “sexual dirty talk.”

Word count for Chapter 1: 1,354

*As always, I would love to hear from you! Constructive criticism, suggestions,feedback,thoughts…tell me all the things!😌*

So, without further ado...here is Chapter 1 🖤

Earlier today, Christian sent me a text and told me to meet him at our favorite restaurant downtown at 9 o’clock for dinner. I was so excited to see him after being a part for 12 days due to his travel schedule for AEW, that I even went shopping to pick out some new lingerie and a dress to wear for him. I couldn’t wait to feel his arms wrapped around me and to kiss his full lips. The thought of him discovering my little secret I was hiding under my dress caused my core to heat with excitement. With one more spritz of my perfume and a quick touchup of my lipstick, I was ready to go see my guy.

I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes late due to my Uber driver getting us stuck in traffic, and thankfully the hostess sat me at our reserved table anyway. Christian hadn’t arrived yet, but the waiter greeted me and asked if there was anything he could get me while I waited. He nodded and walked away when I only ordered a glass of ice water for now. I sat in the dim lighting of the restaurant and stared out the window, watching people pass by holding their umbrellas, protecting them from the rain that had started to fall. I studied the menu from front to back, checked my phone more times than I’d like to admit for any notifications, and eventually ordered a glass of wine. Time continued to tick on, and Christian was now 40 minutes late for our date. A sense of uneasiness settled in my stomach.

I felt bad for holding up our table while other patrons continued sauntering into the restaurant. The waiter was very understanding when I tried to attribute Christian’s tardiness to a possible flight delay due to the rain, or maybe even traffic, but when the front door of the restaurant burst open, I was sadly mistaken. Judging by the look on my face, the waiter gave me a sympathetic smile and hurried away to check on his other tables. I watched Christian stumble in, drenched from the rain, about to knock over a potted plant on his way to the hostess station. My eyes grew larger the closer the hostess and Christian got to the table when I was finally able to take in the full sight of him. I stood and thanked the hostess before she walked away, and helped Christian sit in his chair before he knocked it over or missed it completely. “Hi baby. You’re looking mighty fine tonight. Did you dress up just for me?” Christian slurred. Before I could reply, the waiter came over to the table once he noticed my less than punctual guest had gotten settled. I quickly tried to shoo him away, but it was too late. “Good evening, sir. How are you this evening? May I get you something to drink, or perhaps start you two off with an appetizer?” the waiter offered, looking back and forth between Christian and I.

I slid down in my chair, staring daggers at Christian, just hoping and praying he would behave, only to have him smile back at me mischievously. “Actually, my good man, a drink sounds delightful. Whiskey, neat. No cheap shit.” “Uhm, do you think that’s a good idea?” I shot back immediately. “Judging by the swagger you displayed walking in here, it would appear that you’ve already had enough.” The waiter stood silently, unsure of what to do. He started rocking on his heels the more Christian and I stared at each other, silently arguing. Christian finally caved, downgrading his order all the way down to a water while rolling his eyes. “We’ll also have some of the house bread with the assorted spreads, please.” I added. “What’s that for?” Christian asked. I tried to reel in my frustrations before responding, but I think it still came out a little snarky. “One, you could use something to soak up whatever alcohol you have in your stomach, and two, I’m starving. I’ve been sitting here practically drooling all over the trays of food that have passed by me the last 40 minutes.” This time, Christian was the one to slide down in his chair a little. “Not happy to see me, baby?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face, but the alcohol made him break out into a small fit of giggles. He looked up at me with his piercing blue eyes and lips in a full pout before giggling again. If I wasn’t so concerned and frustrated with his current state, I would’ve joined in on his laughter because he looked adorable with his pouty lips and his smile was radiant.

“What’s going on, Christian? Is everything okay?” I asked softly. “Nothing’s wrong, baby. I had a few drinks on the plane. Maybe a couple after we landed too. Just lost track of time. What makes you think there’s something wrong?” “Because I know you, Christian. You show up 40 minutes late to our date that you put together, you haven’t drunk like this in a while and the last time you did was when you and Adam had a huge fight. I know how hard it is for you to get out of your own head sometimes. So please, don’t lie to me because I can see right through you. This is more than “just a few drinks.” “You’re killing my buzz, being so serious. I thought we were here to have a good time. Not to try and fix someone that’s unfixable.” He replied condescendingly. “Now, are you going to finish your wine, or can I have it?”

I smacked his hand away as he tried to grab my wine glass. “Spoilsport.” He groaned, crossing his arms. “If anyone is spoiling anything, it’s you Christian. You can’t say things like that and not elaborate. I just want to help; I’m not trying to fix you. It hurts my heart to hear you say such things about yourself.” “Well, the truth hurts, baby. And the truth right now is that I don’t need your help, or anyone else’s for that matter. So, let’s cut the shit and kiss and make up. I’ve missed your sexy lips while I’ve been gone. I can think of a few things I’d like you to do with them...”

Usually him talking dirty like that would ignite something deep in my core, but right now his words were just igniting my anger. “Fine, Christian! You don’t want to talk, so we won’t talk. In fact, I think I’ll leave you and your secrets to enjoy your drunken state since that seems to be what’s important to you right now. I can’t believe you were late getting here because you were drinking! I’ll see myself out.” I scolded before standing. Even with his head swimming in all the alcohol he had obviously consumed, I think he finally started to realize how quickly our conversation (and night) had taken a turn for the worse. This was hardly the first time I’d seen him like this, and definitely not the first night to go this way either. Christian remained seated as I grabbed my purse and jacket off my chair. “What about dinner?” he murmured. I couldn’t help but scoff at his question. “I’m not hungry anymore, but you go ahead and enjoy. I hear it’s one of your favorite restaurants. Goodbye, Christian.” I weaved through the sea of tables as fast as I could, trying my best to avoid bumping into anyone or knocking anything over. The cool, damp night air filled my lungs as I took a deep breath once I was outside. Reality hit me fast when I remembered it was raining, and that I had taken an Uber to get to the restaurant. My heels I was wearing were not ideal to walk in, but I had to get out of here. I stepped into the downpour trying to shield my phone from the rain so I could make a very important phone call...

If you read through the entire thing, THANK YOU!!! I appreciate it more than you know!

Chapter 2 coming soon…😘

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 20 days

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Happy anniversary!

I'm hoping for some advice. I just feel so lost and bored with my life. I'm almost 32. I've had the same job (accountant/payroll specialist for an accounting firm) for almost 10 years. I spend so much of my time just sitting at my desk with no work to do, so I've been watching shows on my phone and coming on this hell-site to pass the time. I feel like life is just so negative and pointless. Everything has some kind of draw-back. I really wish someone could tell me what I'm supposed to be doing in my life. I get bored pretty easily. I need multiple things going at a time. Even watching a tv show, I almost always have my phone, computer or tablet going too, doing something. I've been asking myself the same question for over a decade: what do I want? I still have no freaking clue.

I feel like I'm caught in a circle. I don't have many friends because I don't go out much and when I do go anywhere I feel like I have nothing to contribute to conversations because 90% of my life is watching tv. I've never been on a date. I've been on a couple dating websites, but only ugly (sorry, but it's true) and creepy guys have sent me messages. I don't know. That probably doesn't really tell you anything to give advice on, but I typed it out, so I'll still send it.

Hey there! Fellow single 31 year old here that also works in the finance world! I definitely go through phases my self of why haven’t you accomplished this yet, you should be happier because xyz, etc. This is gonna sound really dumb but getting out of that mindset comes down to two things for me.

First thing is what are my goals? I’m not talking the stereotypical ones of get married, have kids, a house, yada yada. Is there anywhere you want to travel to someday? See a musician in concert? Try a new restaurant? Learn to play an instrument? Bake a cake from scratch? Run a 5K? The big goals are great. But so are the little ones. I have sooo many little goals in life and they give me things to strive for or look forward to a week from now and twenty years from now. Life gets a little bleak when you stop allowing yourself to have those things in mind. The little stuff is something you can work on today and see real results. For me goals give me excitement and sometimes my goal is to binge watch a show over the weekend and there’s nothing wrong with that! And if you feel like watching TV is all you do well you know what? Expand on that! Maybe make that a hobby by trying to do a reaction video on YouTube. Learn how to edit, how to share, etc. That’s just one super simple way of making a new goal from something you already do. Just try to get out of your comfort zone a smidge and good things can happen.

And maybe as you try those little things you’ll find you need more stimulation during the day because a toxic work environment can wreck havoc on your personal life too. Maybe it’s time for a career change even.

The second thing, and this one takes serious effort to change is…

Stop being mean to yourself. You are ONLY 31. You got a loooot of life ahead of you. Life does not happen on a timetable and there is no such thing as being “too late” to do things. Honestly you could be 80 years old and I’d say the same thing. You don’t need a man to make you happy. You can make you happy and if a guy comes along, great, that’s a bonus but you right now are just as valid as every other person out there. People with houses, kids, spouses, the people always bragging about their lives, they don’t have that shit figured out anymore than you or I do. We’re all just going with it. I’m not sure if any of this is helpful or not but I hope maybe something stood out for you! 🧡

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meowmeow-motherfucker · 2 months

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Kiss the Chef

Summary: Dean joins a cooking competition that pairs home cooks with professional chefs. Dean’s partner, award-winning chef Castiel Novak, is the hottest man Dean has ever laid eyes on. Together, they take the heat in the kitchen to a whole new level.

This was inspired by my recent marathon of Guy's Grocery Games and my love for Dean and Cas. This fic is my first Destiel fanfic! I hope you like it as much as I do.

Word count: 4.7k

Warnings: tension, flirting, terrible puns

Dean Winchester didn’t get bored. He was perfectly happy with his job at Bobby’s garage fixing cars, hanging out with his brother Sam and sister-in-law Eileen and cooking out on the weekends.

But lately, Dean had to admit, things had been feeling a little...stale.

So when he saw a callout for home chefs for a cooking competition, he jumped at the opportunity. Dean was no dummy in the kitchen. He was creative, always willing to try new recipes interspersed with his classics. Dean was known especially for his burgers, but he had several dishes in his repertoire. Hopefully the professional chef he was partnered with would appreciate that.

On the day of the competition, Sam, Eileen and Dean’s best friend Charlie piled into Dean’s prized ‘67 Chevy Impala and came along for the ride to the event space. When they arrive, the three of them are ushered to the spectator’s area and Dean is taken behind the scenes to meet his partner. Dean is absolutely not nervous.

Castiel Novak was a classically trained chef. He’d studied at the Culinary Institute of America, going on to work in some of the highest rated kitchens in New York and even winning a James Beard award before coming home to Kansas. Castiel has plans to open a restaurant of his own, and the prize money from today’s competition would go a long way toward helping him achieve that goal.

Castiel is waiting in the backstage area to meet his partner for the competition, sizing up the competitors. Some of the other chefs are calm and collected, like he is, while others appear nervous. One looks borderline frantic. His thoughts were interrupted by one of the producers opening the door to the room they’re all in, and in walks the home cooks they’re being matched with.

One man toward the back immediately catches Castiel’s attention. The man stands at least six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a stocky build. He was clean shaven with a sharp jawline and perfectly pink, pillowy lips that Castiel couldn’t take his eyes off of. As if he’d sensed Castiel’s thoughts, the man turned his stunning green eyes on Castiel, and Castiel felt his breath catch in his throat. The producer started pairing up the chefs with the home cooks and Castiel found himself hoping to be paired with the breathtaking man.

Luck, or perhaps fate, must have been on Castiel’s side because in a matter of minutes the producer was introducing Castiel to the Adonis he’d been drooling over.

“Hi, I’m Dean.” the man extended his hand to Castiel, and Castiel watched himself shake the man’s hand. Dean’s hand was warm and slightly calloused, the mark of a man who worked with his hands.

“Hello, Dean. I’m Castiel.” Dean swallowed thickly at his partner’s voice. Deep and gravelly, Castiel’s voice sent a thrill down Dean’s spine and he immediately wanted to hear it more. Castiel was smoking hot, with messy black hair, eyes like the sky, and a stubbled jaw that was both outrageously sexy and utterly adorable.

“So! Uh…” Dean trailed off, realizing Cas still had his hand in his grasp. Dean definitely wasn’t complaining, but they should probably focus on why they were there. “I’m not, uh...well, I know what I’m doing in the kitchen, but...I can’t do knife good.” I can’t do knife good?! Seriously Dean?! “I mean-”

“It’s alright, Dean,” Castiel said warmly. “I’m a bit nervous myself.”

“Right, yes, that’s why I’m not using words correctly,” Dean chuckled nervously, ignoring the blush that absolutely did not color his cheeks. “Let’s forget that happened, huh?”

“Sure,” Castiel smiled indulgently, and Dean’s heart squeezed. “Why don’t we discuss skills and what you’re comfortable with?”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“What do you like to cook at home?” Castiel asked. “What are you known for?”

“Oh man, that’s easy,” Dean grinned, scooting his chair closer to Castiel to get comfortable. “I’m known for my burgers. I grind my own meat and grill those babies to perfection.” Castiel gives a groan of appreciation, derailing Dean’s train of thought.

“That sounds phenomenal,” the chef praises. “What else?”

“Well not to toot my own horn, but people fight over my mac and cheese. What else, what else-oh! Candied bacon is another one. I make awesome chili, pizza and pasta, and I make my own bread.”

“That’s very impressive.”

“Thanks, man. I like to think I have a decent set of skills, but nowhere near yours I’m sure.”

“Well to be fair, you don’t work in a kitchen 9 hours a day. Don’t judge yourself too harshly.”

“Whatever man, you just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Dean laughed.

“As you wish, but I would appreciate your input as well.”

“Yes sir.” Dean joked.

“Stick to ‘chef’ in the kitchen, Dean.” Castiel corrected lightly. Something about the twinkle in Castiel’s eye made Dean think he might enjoy being called ‘sir’ outside of the kitchen.

~~~~

The competing pairs were summoned to their kitchens, the emcee getting the crowd of spectators riled up as the cooks got squared away. Dean waved to Sam and Charlie, smiling when Sam nudged Eileen excitedly and the three of them waved back.

“Your family?” Castiel asked as he tied his apron behind his back. Dean absolutely did not watch the way the sleeves of his chef coat flexed with his biceps. Nope.

“Yeah, the redhead is my best friend Charlie, and the brunette is my sister-in-law. The moose in the middle is my brother Sam.” Dean replied as he tied his own apron. Castiel might have been watching, but before Dean could call him out on it the chef gave a startled laugh, bringing a hand to his lips to mask his mirth. “What?”

“Dean, your apron-” Castiel snickered in delight. “I-is that a flirtation?” he asked.

“Huh?” Dean looked down at his apron, cheeks going scarlet when he realized why Castiel was laughing. Emblazoned in obnoxiously large letters were the words ‘Kiss the chef’. This was not the apron Dean had set out for himself. “This isn’t-I mean-” Dean protested weakly, fully aware of Castiel watching him with amusement. “Sonofabitch!”

A wolf whistle from the stands caught Dean’s attention, and his head shot up to see Sam waving, clearly proud of himself for pulling a prank on his big brother.

“It seems your brother wanted to embarrass you.” Castiel took pity and made no mention of Dean’s blazing cheeks, busying himself with prepping his knives.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Dean swore, flipping Sam the bird and getting a hoot in response. The producer shot Dean a dark look, and Dean smiled sheepishly, offering a small wave before glaring daggers at Sam. “Sorry, he thinks he’s funny.”

“It’s no matter,” Castiel said smoothly. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” Dean asked as Castiel turned to face him. Castiel’s eyes darted down to Dean’s apron before meeting his gaze again.

“Your apron,” he replied coolly. “Accident or flirtation?”

“Oh,” Dean’s cheeks grew warm all over again. “I mean...definitely a prank- but that’s not- if you want it to...I don’t need an apron to do my flirting for me.”

“Are you always this easily flustered?” Castiel asked, a small smile playing on his lips. “If so we’re going to have a difficult time.”

“In my defense, you’re crazy hot,” Dean quipped. “That was a flirtation, just so you know,” he cleared his throat, urging his racing heart to settle the fuck down so he could focus. “Ready to focus, chef.” he gave a mock salute, earning another smile from Castiel as the emcee announced the first round was about to begin.

The competition was set up very similar to one of Dean’s favorite cooking competition shows: Guy’s Grocery Games. Their kitchen was inside a sports center instead of a grocery store set, but the concept was essentially the same. They’d be given a theme for each round, and would then have to devise a dish, ‘shop’ in the makeshift grocery aisles, then prepare and plate, and hope to survive to the next round. The winning team would be awarded $10,000 and bragging rights, naturally.

The emcee announced their first dish: a savory pasta dish using frozen lobster. Dean heard Castiel groan under his breath.

“Best of luck, Dean.” Castiel said warmly as the countdown began.

“You too, Cas.”

~~~~

Dean was vaguely aware of his partner moving behind him, shouting something about a hot behind as he passed through their workspace.

“What’d you call me?” he called over his shoulder, keeping his eyes trained on the bechamel sauce Cas had tasked him with whisking.

“I was warning you I had a hot dish behind you.” Cas replied as he chopped the grilled veggies with a frightening speed.

“Uh huh, sure. I saw you checking out my ass earlier.” Dean muttered under his breath. Cas was suddenly by his side, lowering a spoon into the sauce to taste test it. Dean’s eyes followed the spoon to Castiel’s mouth, laser focused on his lips as he savored the flavor of the sauce.

“Focus, Dean. If you break that sauce, I’m going to break your face,” Castiel warned. “Add a pinch of white pepper.”

“Yes chef.” Dean replied, properly chastised. He wasn’t turned on, he just...kinda liked it when the hot chef threatened him. He ducked his head and tried to pretend the burning in his cheeks was from the heat of the stove.

“Damn it.” Castiel cursed from his side of the station.

“What?”

“We’re running out of time and the pasta isn’t done,” Castiel growled, beating himself up in his mind. He’d known better than to risk the time lobster ravioli would take, and yet...he’d never been one to shy away from risks. “We can’t serve raw lobster, Dean!”

“I have an idea! Get the fryer going!” Dean shouted, making a mad dash into the grocery aisles. In the dairy section, he grabbed a dozen eggs. Cradling the box in his arm, Dean raced to the baking aisle, skidding around the corner and nearly wiping out in the process. He recovered quickly, eyes scanning frantically for his quarry.

“Panko, panko-aha!” Dean grabbed the biggest container he could find and rushed back toward the station. Seeing the ingredients he was carrying, Castiel immediately understood what Dean was going for and got out two bowls before holding out his hands toward Dean. Dean tossed the panko to him, hoping Cas would catch the box. Cas caught the box effortlessly and began to open it, pouring the dredge for their ravioli into one of the bowls just as Dean arrived. “I got this, check the sauce!”

Cas rocketed to the stove without a word, whisking the bubbling bechamel with one hand and tossing Dean a clean whisk for the egg bath with another. Dean caught the whisk instinctively, having barely had time to register it flying toward him. He and Cas had hit their groove, and Dean was loving it.

Dean got the ravioli prepped and dropped in the fryer, then moved to relieve Cas so the chef could finish chopping the veggies.

“Five minutes, chefs!” the emcee called. Cas deserted the mandolin and raced for the dish rack, vying with the other contestants for plates.

“How are the raviolis?” Dean asked as he scurried back, arms laden with black square plates. Cas put the plates on the work bench without a word, hurrying to the fryer to check their pasta. He lifted the basket, shaking off the excess oil and grabbing a ravioli with his bare fingers. He swiftly sliced the ravioli down the center and, satisfied with its doneness, upturned the fryer basket into a bowl and shook the ravioli with a touch of lemon juice.

“We need to start plating!” Castiel summoned Dean to his side. “Shit, bowls!” Dean darted to the dish rack, grabbing three bowls on the smaller side. Having declared the sauce perfect, Cas was waiting to divvy it evenly into the bowls.

“Two minutes!” the emcee announced as Dean and Cas worked to make ravioli lines from the plate corners to the bowls, interspersing veggie slices between the fried pasta. “Less than a minute left!” the crowd began to cheer and countdown as Cas and Dean methodically wiped the plates. The crowd roared as the buzzer announced the round was over. All the competitors had completed the challenge, now it was time to present their dishes to the judges.

“Holy shit, we did it,” Dean wiped the sweat off his face with a relieved sigh. “We worked really well together, man, congrats.”

“That we did,” Cas agreed. “Your idea to deep fry the raviolis was brilliant. I hope the judges like it.”

“Fingers crossed,” Dean murmured as they gathered their dishes to present to the judges. “If they like it, do I get a date?” he asked. Castiel smiled widely, showing off his perfect teeth.

“Ask me again if we make it to the next round.” he replied, and Dean took it in stride, mirroring Cas’ smile with one of his own.

“You got it, Cas.”

~~~~

After a short break for the remaining contestants to have a small snack and rehydrate, the second round was about to start. Dean was flying high, his mood bolstered by the high praise the judges had given him and Cas.

‘Daring’, they’d called them.

‘Boldly creative’, they’d praised.

One judge might have called them insane for attempting fresh made pasta in the first round, but it worked, so who cared?

Gone was the nervous energy from the first round, Dean was ready to get down to brass tacks and wipe the floor with the two remaining teams. He knew Castiel shared the sentiment, because he’d noticed the chef gazing longingly at the ice cream machine. Castiel was starting to think ahead to what he wanted to make for dessert, and now Dean was too. He wondered if he could convince Cas to make pie.

The judges requested a perfect steakhouse dinner, and Dean’s mind immediately went to steak and potatoes. As he and Cas scrambled through the grocery aisles with the other competitors, Dean nearly took an elbow to the face when he grabbed the filet mignon medallions. A lonely package of scallops lay on the shelf below, unseen by the squabbling contestants. Dean swiped the package, and a package of bacon, figuring he and Cas would find a use for them. Bacon wrapped scallops were high-end, right?

Escaping somewhat unscathed, Dean regrouped with Cas in the produce section where Cas was picking up potatoes, shallots, garlic, and asparagus.

“Don’t start,” Castiel warned when Dean turned his nose up at the green stalks. “It’ll work.”

“Yes chef,” Dean replied without hesitation. He trusted Cas, no question. “I’m making the steak though.”

“Fine, let’s go!”

They made it back to their station without incident and Dean immediately got the grill going. He seasoned the meat with salt and pepper as he waited for it to heat up, getting a sheet pan and coating it with cooking spray for Cas as he tenderly wrapped the bacon around the scallops and stabbed each luscious parcel with toothpicks. With the grill casting flames, Dean set the meat on to cook. Flames jumped up to lick the cuts of meat, embracing the offering as Dean seasoned the other side. Behind him, Cas had filled the sheet tray with bacon wrapped scallops and was moving to put them in the oven to broil. Task complete, Castiel set about getting the asparagus going, putting the stalks in a saucepan with some butter and salt. Satisfied he didn’t need to babysit the steak, Dean washed the potatoes.

“Do you need me to get the potatoes?” Castiel asked from the stove, where he stood basting the asparagus with butter.

“Nah, I got it,” Dean said confidently, pulling a knife from the wooden block on the counter and spinning it in his hand. He made quick work of the potatoes, getting the newly diced cubes into the salted boiling water. He looked over to see Cas watching him with...surprise? Interest? “See? I’m good with my hands.”

“Clearly.” Cas replied, going back to his task. Dean left the potatoes to do their thing and returned to the steak, giving the medallions a flip and ‘ooo’ing at the grill marks on the meat.

With the asparagus cooked, Cas quickly blanched the stalks in an ice bath before setting them aside. While Dean babied the grill, Cas set about making garlic herb butter for Dean to slather onto the filet mignon. Realizing he hadn’t started the sauce for the asparagus, Cas abandoned the butter on the counter, turning to see Dean at the stove starting his sauce.

“Was this all you wanted in the sauce?” Dean asked skeptically, pointing to the butter and diced shallots he was about to toss in the saucepan.

“That was the plan, yes.”

“What if we finished the steak in here and then deglaze with that white wine you grabbed?”

“I-” Castiel trailed off, eyes darting between the saucepan and the resting asparagus. “Yes. That’s perfect.” With a nod, Dean started the sauce, dropping the shallots into the sizzling pan with the butter and some salt and pepper. While he worked, Cas went to check on the steak. Finding it almost perfectly cooked, Cas transferred the medallions to the saucepan. Dean flashed him a thankful smile, which he returned before going to check the scallops.

The scallops were perfectly opaque, the bacon sizzling and tempting. Perfect.

Cas pulled the sheet pan from the oven and set it on the counter so the scallops could rest.

“Hold it!” Dean called as he moved to close the oven. Dean set the saucepan inside the oven and moved back so Cas could close it. “Hell yeah! Almost done!” He and Cas high-fived before getting back to work. Dean strained the potatoes and started to mash them with dashes of milk, butter, salt and pepper while Cas finished the herb butter.

“Less than ten minutes, chefs!” a roar of applause floated from the stands, and Cas and Dean kicked it into high gear. In perfect synchronization, Cas plated the finished potatoes while Dean pulled the steaks from the oven, setting them on the sheet pan to rest and putting the saucepan on the stove so Cas could deglaze it and finish the sauce for the asparagus. Dean put two scallops on each plate beside the mashed potato mountains before gently nestling the steak medallions on top of the potatoes. As Dean wiped the outer edges of the plates clean, Cas came up behind him and artfully placed the asparagus, dolloping the finished sauce over the top with a practiced flourish.

“Time is up, chefs! Please bring your plates to the judging table!” the emcee shouted.

“Dude, that was so awesome!” Dean cheered excitedly, wrapping Cas in a bear hug. Cas dropped the dirty hand towel he was holding and hugged Dean back, feeling overwhelmingly proud of what they’d just done.

“Well done, Dean. I hope you’re as proud of this dish as I am.”

“Are you kidding?! Of course I am! We’re so in sync, man, that was awesome!” Dean swooned as they prepared to take their dish to the judges.

~~~~

Dean couldn’t believe their luck. He and Cas had made it to the final round! Dean’s fingers were itching to make pie. He just had to sell Cas on it.

Cas had finished his water bottle in a matter of seconds. His face was flushed and sweaty, and still unbelievably gorgeous. Dean joined him at the small rest table, offering what was left of his water. Cas accepted it gratefully, dumping a small amount of the offered water over his head before guzzling what remained.

“So...we made it to the dessert round.” Dean said slyly.

“That we did,” Cas replied nonchalantly. “Are you planning to ask me out again?”

“I mean...you did ask me to wait til now.” Dean shrugged, fixing Cas with a winning grin. Cas laughed, deep and gravelly, and Dean bit his lip as the chef eyed him heatedly.

“That’s true, I did,” Cas conceded, taking a deep breath as the emcee called them back to their stations. “Ask me again when we win.”

“Yes chef,” Dean smiled, getting to his feet and stretching out his back before following Cas back to their station. “What are your thoughts on pie?”

“You want to make pie?” Cas asked.

“I always want to make pie,” Dean laughed. “Pie is the best thing ever.”

“It’s not what I had in mind, I’ll admit,” Cas’ gaze flickered back to the ice cream machine. “I’m tempted to try to make ice cream.”

“Yeah I know dude, you’ve been eye-fucking the machine since we got here,” Dean snickered. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”

“That’s not true; you haven’t noticed me eye-fucking you once.”

That shut Dean up.

“I...uh…” What were words?

“Nothing to add?” Cas asked leadingly, smiling at Dean sweetly. “Your focus is commendable, I’ll give you that. You are...very distracting, Dean. And judging by your behavior you feel the same way about me, so...fuck it,” Before Dean could move a muscle, Cas’ hands are cupping his face and bringing their lips together. Cas’ lips are dry, but soft and sweet. A chorus of whoops from the stands makes them spring apart, and Dean notes with satisfaction that Castiel looks as distracted as Dean feels. “Win or lose, we should go on a date.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied dumbly. “Yeah, we should.” he smiled, for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“Pie and ice cream?” Cas asked as the emcee counted them down to the final round.

“Pie and ice cream,” Dean agreed, fist bumping Cas. “Let’s kick it in the ass.”

~~~~

“What are you doing?” Dean asked as Cas pulled the bacon from the oven. The dessert round was halfway over and they were in decent shape to pull off their ambitious dessert. Cas’ cardamom ice cream was churning away happily, while Dean’s mini pie shells blind-baked in the oven. Cas was working on the pie filling (apple, Dean had insisted) while Dean kept a constant eye on a pot of caramel.

“Keep whisking,” Cas replied as he leaned close to Dean and slowly drizzled the bacon fat into the caramel Dean was babysitting. Dean gasped at the brilliant move, shooting him what could only be described as heart eyes. “Keep it in your pants, Dean. We’re not done yet.” Cas murmured, winking at Dean before retreating to the counter to chop the bacon into bits and set aside.

“You know what we need?” Dean asked over the bustle of the kitchen.

“What?”

“ Chocolate !” Dean called, as if it were the simplest idea known to man.

“Oh my god, Dean, I could kiss you; that’s brilliant!” Cas rumbled from the cutting board. “After we win, of course.”

“Of course,” Dean laughed. “I’m gonna make a mousse.”

“Use the siphon and foam it!” Cas called as Dean took off running for the grocery aisles. Dean quickly grabbed a bar of dark chocolate, heavy whipping cream, vanilla and a siphon before racing back and assembling the chocolate cream.

~~~~

“Dean! Taste this.” Cas called as he stirred the pie filling.

“Spoon me!” Dean requested as he shook the siphon to foam their chocolate mousse. Castiel dipped a clean spoon into the mixture and fed it to him, catching the drips from the spoon with his free hand.

Dean tried not to moan at the taste of the pie filling. Crisp apples, smoky cinnamon and just a touch of tang from the lemon juice.

“Oh man,” he sighed happily, tongue darting out to collect the moisture from his bottom lip. “That’s worthy of a marriage proposal.”

“Plate now, propose later,” Cas quipped. He shot Dean an amused look before turning to pull their mini pie shells from the oven. “Check the caramel please!”

Dean scurried to the bubbling pot and checked the thermometer.

“It’s at temp!” he called over his shoulder. He heard Cas set the muffin pan on the counter and suddenly he appeared at Dean’s side, pulling the pot off the heat and asking Dean to overturn a small mixing bowl.

“Do you know how to make caramel cages?” he asked, eyes focused on the caramel as he stirred it vigorously.

“Uh...no.”

“It’s incredibly easy,” Cas said patiently, demonstrating the proper method before passing the torch to Dean. “Like so.” Dean took the fork from Cas, dipping the tongs in the caramel and stringing it back and forth over the top of the bowl to make a dome.

“Eh?” he asked Cas.

“Perfect. It should harden enough that it can be safely moved in a few minutes,” Cas said. “We’ll put these on top of your pies, add a quenelle of my ice cream, then dollop the chocolate mousse.”

“Sounds great,” Dean replied absently. “Wait, add a what?”

“A quenelle,” Cas said patiently. “It’s a fancy word for a molded scoop.”

“Oh. So why not just call it a scoop?” Dean argued.

“Because it’s not a scoop, Dean, it’s a quenelle.”

“You just said it’s a scoop!”

“No, it’s a type of scoop.”

“A scoop is a scoop, Cas!” Dean cried in frustration.

“No it’s not!”

“Look I’ll prove it,” Dean reached for the ice cream, ripping the lid off and using the metal ice cream scoop to gather a perfectly spherical scoop and plunking it on a plate. “What is that called?”

“It’s a scoop; will you please be careful with my ice cream? We don’t have much.”

“I barely used any; now make your fancy scoop thingy.”

“It’s called a-”

“Don’t care, just make it!” Dean demanded. “C’mon, it’s practice!” Cas rolled his eyes before grabbing a set of spoons and carefully crafting a perfect quenelle of the frozen treat. “Now what is that?”

“It’s a-”

“ Fancy! Scoop!” Dean shouted over Cas, eliciting a frustrated growl from the chef.

“Fine, it’s just a fancy scoop!”

“AHA!” Dean slammed his hand on the counter victoriously. “I told you!”

“Whatever; I’m going back to plating.” Cas grumbled, leaving Dean at the counter to rescue the pies from the oven.

“Hey! Get back here and let me gloat!” Dean called after him.

“You can gloat later Dean!” Cas removed the pies from the sheet tray, setting them on the counter to cool.

“Ugh, fine!” Dean rolled his eyes, turning back to keep working on the caramel nests for the pies.

~~~~

The dessert round was down to the final seconds, and Dean had never experienced a more tense moment in his life. All he had to do was finish plating their fourth dessert. Castiel stood beside him, exuding an aura of calm despite the shaking in his hands as he molded another perfect quenelle to place beside their pie.

“Gently, Dean,” he murmured soothingly. “That’s our last nest.”

“I got it,” Dean replied, gingerly setting the caramel nest atop the glistening pie. “See? No problem. We got this. Just a few more seconds and we’re done.”

“They’re perfect.” Cas said proudly.

“Hell yeah, man, we do good work.” Dean grinned as the buzzer announced the end of the round. The emcee asked them to present their desserts to the judges, and Dean dutifully followed after Cas, heart in his throat as they delivered the dishes. He was confident in their dish, but their competitors dish looked fantastic. They’d managed to bake a chocolate cake roll with pillowy mint filling from scratch with a beautiful chocolate sculpture rounding out their presentation.

If their pie and ice cream got taken out by a stupid hunk of chocolate, Dean would not be pleased. He looked over at Cas, who was also inspecting the other dish. Cas met his eyes, somehow knowing what was on Dean’s mind.

“Are we about to lose to a cake?” he asked.

“Win or lose we did our best,” the chef offered placidly.

“Yeah I know,” Dean said sullenly. “Just don’t fancy the idea of losing to a cake. In what universe is cake superior to pie ?” Cas’s face broke into a smile, making Dean perk up. “What?”

“You have a very interesting mind, Dean,” he replied. “I look forward to learning more about you on our date.” he added flirtatiously, making Dean’s cheeks burn with heat.

“Right back atcha, chef.” Dean grinned.

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