#unbelievable. these idiots shot the wrong fucking guy.

[kingsmoot]

this is making me irl cry with laughter fuckin classic stark whoopsy daisy of just executing the wrong fucking guy

#bleakbluejay #i keep reading 'i guess you guys shot the wrong guy lmao' and fucking losing it again #everyonw has bigger problems i guess #roose just absolutely fucking fuming pacing the halls at harrenhal when he finds out #unbelievable. these idiots shot the wrong fucking guy. #ramsay tag

[pixiemunsons]

for your viewing pleasure (em)

the girl in eddie's favourite porno mag looks real familiar...

over 4k words (i couldn't help it i'm sorry), best friends to lovers, dirty talk, joking about non consensual touching (it's a single line and absolutely a joke), lots of pet names, weed use obvi, eddie's been jerking it to a pic of someone who looks like reader so if that's an issue don't read, no use of y/n. reader’s hair reaches her shoulders. also unprotected sex (even these two idiots know that’s a bad idea)

no vol two spoilers here!

a/n: i'm so horny for eddie munson i just needed to write this. i'm still working on multiple bridgerton one shots so don't worry, i've not neglected them, eddie is just my fave rn

you quite literally could not believe your eyes.

you had really seen some shit these last few years. visiting your friend robin at work one afternoon had pulled you into an absolute mess of russians and alternate dimensions and kids with psychic powers and numbers for names. if anyone had told you two years ago that steve ‘the hair’ harrington would be dropping you at school most mornings, that your closest friends would be a group of fifteen year olds, that you would be best pals with eddie fucking munson? you’d never believe them. but this was truly the most unbelievable thing you’d ever seen.

you don’t know why. it was unmistakable. uncanny, really. laid out, literally bare in front of you.

the girl in the centrefold of eddie munson’s most dog-eared, crinkle-paged, unnervingly sticky porno mag looked just like you.

you knew snooping in his room was wrong, but you had no idea there were still secrets between the two of you anymore. you’d been joined at the hip since steve had introduced you the year before, and you weren’t really looking through his stuff, you just wanted to find his stash so you could roll you guys something for when he got back from his shower. but then your fingers had closed around something glossy under his bed and you just had to know what was in it. you weren’t expecting anything like this, maybe just some softcore shit you could tease him about for a couple weeks, but the magazine had opened on its own to its apparently most viewed page, and your jaw had dropped with it.

you couldn’t see all of her, just from the lips down to the knees. she was led down, mouth spread in a wide grin, lacy white underwear adorning her hips. her breasts were exposed, nipples pebbled to the seemingly cold air, and she was trailing her hands up her stomach teasingly. her knees were bent to the side in a look-but-can’t-touch sort of gesture. it was almost tasteful compared to the open mouths and hairy bushes of the other photos. and she literally looked just like you. the hair falling over her shoulder was the exact shade as yours, and even her breasts seemed to be the same size. her skin could’ve been matched to yours at a make up counter, and the shape of her hips and thighs was so reminiscent you would’ve believed they were yours had you not known otherwise.

so why the fuck was eddie looking at this photo? there were a couple of possibilities to be pondered. first, it was a second hand magazine. as gross as that thought was, the person who handed it to him might not have even known you. it was also possible that eddie had never thought of what you might look like under your clothes, which whilst a little deflating (god knows you’d thought about what he looked like under his) was a definite possibility. and then there was the alternative, which was that eddie had realised she looked like you and jacked off anyway, which meant…

you didn’t have time to think about it, though, because eddie was making his way noisily back to his room. quickly, you threw the magazine under his pillow and led back on it, rearranging your skirt and pretending to pick at your nails just as he threw the door open. he was still wet and, you were glad to see, completely shirtless. he leant an arm against his doorframe, the very top of his boxers peaking out from under his tight jeans in a way that had your mouth watering just a little bit. you couldn’t deny that eddie was attractive, and more than once you’d woken up in a cold sweat after having certain dreams about him. but he’d never given any indication that your feelings were reciprocated. sure, he flirted with you, and he loved being close to you, slinging an arm over your shoulder in queues and having a hand on your thigh when he drove. but that was just how he was. with everyone.

‘wanna smoke something, babe?’ he winked, and with a roll of your eyes he came and sat next to you, dragging his lunchbox out. of course. he kept it in his underwear drawer.

───

‘baby, i’m tellin’ you, the lord of the rings is a fucking epic!’ eddie cried out, joint in one hand and the other waving wildly through the air as he tried to prove his point. you plucked it from his fingers, allowing yourself to indulge in the way they brushed yours for a second.

‘dude, i don’t disagree, but i’m saying it’s not long enough for all the lore! like, come the fuck on, it’s two hours long for like, seven books! that’s at least four movies,’ you argued your own back, laughing at how eddie rolled his eyes. ‘some of us can read, munson, and those books are fuckin’ long.’ you smiled at him sarcastically, squealing as his hands reached out to tickle your waist. his body rolled halfway onto yours, pulling the blunt from your hand and taking one final hit before stubbing it out on his bedside table. long fingers clasped around yours, dragging both hands above your head to tickle your arms and you were laughing and from under your head… an unmistakable sound of paper rustling.

you froze instantly, and you knew eddie had heard it. your eyes shot open, and you could feel blood spreading up your chest and neck and across your face.

‘sweetheart…’ eddie looked into your eyes, and in that awful second, you knew exactly what was about to happen. slowly, carefully, with both of your hands still trapped in one of his above your head and his pelvis pressed into your left hip, he reached under his pillow and came out with the magazine. folded open on the centrefold. you were frozen under him, horrified and in shock and vaguely aware of the fact that your skirt had been rucked up to your mid-thigh by eddie’s leg and your underwear was dangerously close to being exposed. no time for that now, though. not when eddie had caught you going through his stuff and he was going to kick you out or call you a weirdo or, oh god-

‘i see you found my dirty little secret, babe. what’d’ya think?’

your head shot up. he asked you like he was asking about the weather, so casual and restrained. not the voice of a man who’d just caught his best friend rifling through his porn collection. your words came out trembling, made worse by the fact that he still had a hold of your wrists.

‘i didn’t mean to, i was looking for your weed.’ 

eddie scoffed, looking down into your face once again. his pupils had blown out, a mix of the high and something else, and his eyes looked black.

‘you sure baby? because you seem nervous. i think you saw something you like.’ his voice was still teasing, but there was something darker lurking there. you swallowed harshly, and he abruptly let go of your wrists, sitting up.

‘was it this one? perv.’ he joked, unfolding the picture to show her in her entirety. even from this angle, she was just like you, and you gulped again.

‘it was open on that one when i found it,’ you murmured, and for a split second eddie looked… embarrassed? the tips of his ears were flushing a bright red under his hair. you took this as an opportunity to sit up under him, and now he was half straddling your left thigh as he sat on his knees. you fiddled with the edge of your skirt, thinking about how he’d called you a perv. perv! after you’d found outthat he had been staring at a picture of you - well, not you, but, you know - naked! and before you knew it, the words were tumbling from your lips and you tried to stop them, you really did but-

‘she looks an awful lot like me, eddie.’

his face, which had been hidden behind his curtain of long hair as he played with the ragged corners of the magazine, shot up, and his eyes met yours once more. this time he seemed even more embarrassed, if possible. his cheeks were bright red, eyes open in shock, and he was gnawing painfully on his lower lip, a habit you’d noticed he kept when he was nervous. he opened his mouth to respond but you had already started now, and the words were falling from your lips like vomit.

‘i mean, you can’t see her face, but that’s what i look like when i’m- well, not exactly like that but her boobs are just like mine and… not that you think about my boobs or anything or you’ve even seen them to know what they look like but it’s actually a bit creepy how alike we look.’ your hands flew to cover your mouth, and you were wide-eyed. ‘not that you’re creepy! god no, i mean, i’m flattered, really, but…’ you shut up then, not because you had realised that you were rambling like robin but because there was a hand on the back of your neck and one on your waist and eddie’s lips were on yours.

they were chapped and slightly raw from him chewing on them, but so soft and his tongue was minty as he eased it into you. he was breathing heavily, and a subdued moan worked it’s way into your mouth when you gripped his bare shoulders and tugged him into you. you had no idea what this meant, mind reeling as he pulled you closer so you were now straddling his thigh, both of you sat up on your knees. the hand that spread over your waist splayed across the expanse of your back, travelling lower until it met the crease between your ass and thigh. his long fingers pinched at the skin there, pulling a whimper from you as you rolled your hips against his leg in response. his own bucked up against you, the denim seam of his jeans rubbing against your soft inner thigh and making you gasp. you pulled away ever so slightly to meet eddie’s eyes, and he tried to chase your lips, letting out a whine.

then he was dragging his lips down your neck to where it met your shoulder, working at the skin with his teeth and chuckling as you whimpered.

‘eds!’

‘yes, babe?’ 

his voice came from under your line of sight, muffled against your reddening neck, and you craned it to try and get a glimpse of his face. instead, you saw him pull away, smiling proudly at the mark that he had most definitely left with his mouth. cockily, he dragged his eyes up to yours.

‘the girl in the magazine-‘

‘would you believe me if i told you i bought it because she looks like you?’ he looked almost bashful asking you, a total contrast to a moment ago, and you couldn’t help the way your jaw dropped. 

‘i know i’ve never seen you naked, but some of these skirts you wear leave very little to the imagination, and you were wearing a white shirt when we jumped into lover’s lake that time. worst place to pop a boner.’ he chuckled as you hit his arm lightly. he was right though; you’d dived in after steve without hesitation, and eddie had had to lend you his jean jacket for your ‘modesty’.

‘i’m sorry, baby, i thought i’d been makin’ it clear how i felt about you.’ his voice had dropped to a murmur as his eyes explored your face, lingering on the way your lips had swollen with his kiss. without thinking, he reached up to cup your cheek, and he wanted the way your eyelashes fluttered closed imprinted on the inside of his brain forever.

‘thought you were just playin’ with me, eds.’ you gulped as he ran his thumb over your lower lip, tugging on it gently. his forehead creased, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

‘never playing with you, baby. i wouldn’t fuck with your feelings like that,’ his nose nudged against yours as he pulled you into another searing but short kiss, ringed fingers clutching your chin so that he could commandeer the exchange. he angled your face delightfully, leaning you back so you had to arch your chest against his to follow him.

‘wish you’d made it clearer,’ you gasped when his left hand clutched your ass, pulling your crotch towards his own, ‘could’ve been doing this since that night at the lake.’

a laugh rumbled in his chest, fingers stretching back to grasp the back of your head.

‘wanted you a lot longer than that night, babe. i’ve had that mag since i was sixteen.’ you giggled at this, pulling back to stare at him in disbelief.

‘is that right, munson?’ you arched an eyebrow at him. he held a hand up as if in defense, leaving the other firmly attached to your ass.

‘you said it was flattering! would it make you feel better if i said it’s not just because i think you’re hot?’ he asked, sounding sincere. ‘i’ve wanted you a long time, gorgeous, not just to fuck you. i wanna make you mine, y’know? that’s why i’m always callin’ you baby, and touchin’ you up a little-‘

‘i fucking knew it wasn’t an accident when you grabbed my tit last week!’

‘i didn’t grab it, i brushed it. and anyway, i meant how i’m always draggin’ you closer, tryna keep you under my arm, especially when you wear sexy shit like this.’ he reached down to rub the hem of your short black skirt between a thumb and finger. you had noticed the effect that you had on him when you wore certain items of clothing; long socks, denim shorts, band shirts. you always thought it was because he was just a man - god knows you’d caught harrington staring a couple times. but with eddie, you now knew it was different for you both. if you were honest with yourself, it had been building up to this moment for months. and you knew what you had to do.

‘look, eds, i’m gonna be honest with you. i really want that shit too. i want to get milkshakes in town, i wanna drive in the van with you, i wanna go see shitty bands in shitty bars outta town. but…’ you grabbed his hand and pushed it up your thigh, revelling in the way he groaned when his fingertips made contact with the damp fabric at the apex of your thighs. ‘right now, i really need you to do somethin’ about this.’

suddenly, you were on your back again. the movement made your tummy flip, butterflies erupting when eddie kissed you again. before, he’d been gentle; probing and exploring. this time, the kiss was tongues and teeth, and his hips were rutting against your thigh, pushing your skirt up to expose your underwear.

‘you’re fuckin’ kidding,’ eddie moaned out when he saw that you were wearing white. it wasn’t on purpose, but it was almost identical to the photo, and for a moment eddie munson thought he had died and gone to heaven. you made a move to pull your panties down your legs, but you swore you heard him growl before his hand flew out to stop them.

‘baby, i’m gonna need you to keep these on. turn over for me.’

you did as he said, flipping over so you were face down in his pillow, propped up on your elbows. behind you, you could feel eddie’s eyes burning into you. you could imagine how 

you probably looked right now; skirt flipped up, legs spread for eddie to kneel between them, wet spot between your legs as ringed fingers rubbed over your cheeks. two of them plunged between your legs suddenly, rubbing quickly over where you wanted him most, and you mewled and bucked your hips back towards him. a big hand pushed against your lower back, forcing you back down.

’shh, baby, i’m gettin’ there. just busy looking, you’ll have to wait a minute.’

his voice was hard but you knew he wanted it as much as you did, and you were proven right when, not a minute later, two long fingers pushed under the fabric and straight into your heat.

you couldn’t help the moan that slipped past your lips, hips keening back against his hand again as he searched for the spot that would make you scream. fingers crooked, eddie started stroking up against you, wrapping the other hand around your waist. he yanked you up so your back was pressed against his chest, and the change in angle led him right to what he was looking for.

‘fuck, eddie!’ you cried out, and you could feel his hard cock twitching against your ass through his jeans.

‘is that it baby? right there?’ he asked through gritted teeth, and the hand wrapped around your waist pushed its way down your skirt and into your underwear to rub at your clit. both hands were almost too much, and you would’ve been embarrassed at how quickly he had you working for release did it not feel so good. eddie was so caught up in making you cum that he didn’t even realise you had let go of his arm until your hand was wrapped around his dick, and he choked on a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

‘sweetheart, fuck, i can’t concentrate if you do that,’ he moaned out, clutching onto you even tighter than he had been before. you laughed breathily around a moan, hips grinding down on eddie’s fingers to speed up your impending orgasm.

‘sorta the idea, babe.’ eddie was nosing at your neck, pressing kisses to the back of your ear, and your words just made him work that little bit harder to get you there.

‘god, i really wanna fuck you right now.’

‘so do it.’

he stopped still and you turned around to look at him for the first time since he’d started touching you. he looked fucked out already; his lips were spit soaked and swollen, his chest was heaving and his eyes were wide open, drinking the image of you down.

‘fuck, babe, d’you really mean it? you don’t have to, i’m probably gonna have to beat off after this anyway.’ 

instead of answering, you reached down, stripping off your shirt and shimmying your skirt down your legs, leaving you sat in just your white underwear, pulled to one side. eddie’s knees almost buckled under him, and he grabbed your face to pull you into another kiss. the angle was awkward, you turning over your left shoulder, but it meant you could just about reach his bare cock and rub it through your wet folds. he jumped away like he’d been shocked, eyes pulled like a magnet down to where your bodies threatened to connect.

‘you’re not wearing a fucking bra either. you’re going to be the death of me one of these days,’ he moaned, and you had to stifle a laugh.

‘would it help if i said i never wear a bra around you?’

‘i oughtta put you over my knee and spank you, you dirty girl.’

‘promises, promises, munson. you gonna fuck me now or not?’

he chuckled darkly, swatting your ass cheek with a wink before leaning into his bedside drawer, sighing heavily when he opened it.

‘baby, i’m really sorry, but i’ve got no johnnies.’ eddie rested his chin on your shoulder, nipping at the skin there with his teeth. you leant back into his touch, swallowing heavily.

‘i never did this before,’ you said, and you could almost feel his ears perk up. ‘but i’m on the pill, so as long as you pull out…’

if he died now, he’d be dying a happy man, he was sure of it.

‘fuckin’ hell, babe, you sure?’ he grunted, teeth grazing your ear. ‘i needa hear you say it, sweetheart. tell eddie you want him to fuck you bareback.’ you supposed he was trying to be funny, but it sent a shiver down your spine that he didn’t miss.

‘does it turn you on when i talk to you like that, baby?’ he crooned, and you could just about babble out a ‘shit, yes!’ 

‘then tell me you want me to put it in,’ he teased, rubbing his cock through your folds and bumping your clit in a way that made your eyes roll back in your head.

‘eddie, i swear to fuckin’ god, put it in or i’ll just get myself off.’

‘as tempting as that is to watch, sweetheart,’ he muttered, squeezing your hip, ‘i think i’ll stick to this.’ and with that, he pushed himself in. 

he wasn’t going to put it all in at once; he was gonna spread you nice and slow, fuck it in and out slowly. he knew he was bigger than most girls were used to, and he was gonna use all his self control to make this as easy as possible for you. but as soon as he put the first inch in you were squirming, begging for more and sucking him in like a fucking vacuum and trying to sit down on it. not to mention how wet you were; he’d never known anything like it. so when you leant back and grabbed his arm and looked at him with those beautiful puppy dog eyes and pouty lips and begged ‘baby, please, just fuck me?’ 

well, he was a goner.

you were so turned on you barely even registered the pain of the stretch, but you knew from the way eddie was repeatedly bumping your g spot that he was bigger than anyone you’d ever had before. and he knew how to use it. he was holding it deep, fucking you in slow, grinding thrusts. every part of your body was touching a part of his, as if you were one person, moving together in perfect synchronicity to get you both there. eddie had never been in anyone bare before, and he was starting to feel like he’d never want to use a condom again; he could feel every part of you, and it was bringing him closer and closer to his release with every passing second.

‘eddie, i think i’m gonna cum already,’ you half slurred, half moaned, and he kissed your shoulder, increasing the tempo of his hips. suddenly, you felt the knot break and your orgasm washed over you in a crescendo, and you cried out eddie’s name as he fucked you through it. he was using his hands to guide your hips against his, all while whispering in your ear; ‘so good for me, babe, so fuckin’ good, gonna make me cum aren’t you sweetheart? such a beautiful girl, so naughty just for me, ’s that right?’ you were nodding along with his words, fingers clutching onto him tightly and so wrapped up in the moment that when he stilled his hips and gasped ‘oh fuck, babe, ‘m gonna cum, you need to get off,’ you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop rocking against him. your head was leant back against his shoulder, and you could hear him muttering frantically as he tried to hold onto his orgasm and push you off.

‘eddie, babe?’

‘sweetheart, please, i’m gonna cum, you need to-‘

‘calm down,’ you turned your head, kissing down his neck and stroking his hair gently, ‘just cum in me.’ you felt his thighs still under yours, then tremble as a rush of warmth filled you up. you wished you could bottle up the way eddie moaned into your ear, the way he pushed right up into you and filled you up to the brim, the way he sighed as you kissed his cheek when he finished.

‘babe, that was really hot, but fuck, we really shouldn’t have done that,’ he murmured, pulling out and feeling terrible at the way you whined.

‘’m on the pill, we’re good,’ you whispered, eyelids drooping as you climbed into eddie’s bed, completely naked.

‘shouldn’t you go, like, pee or?’ eddie asked, combing long fingers through your knotty hair, and you noticed he had, at least, pulled his boxers back on.

‘shhh, sleep time. i’ll do that later. we can get a plan b too, if you’re worried.’ you yawned, and eddie’s heart soared when you made grabby hands up at him. ‘now come get in bed, i need a cuddle.’

‘yes, ma’am.’

‘don’t make it fuckin’ weird, munson.’

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[springgirlwaiting4fall]

Duh, now I remember! So we talked about marriage, dates, arguments...BUT

how did you meet? Was it love at first sight? Enemies to lovers?

Let's go, Darling!

I miss Santana so much, that’s probably why this got dirty in the end. But I mean look at him, how could it not

I need new coworkers. That’s what I said in my head for the tenth time tonight. The first time was when they rolled their eyes at my dress. It wasn’t short or tight enough, instead I opted for a comfortable summer dress and matched it with wedges and not stilettos so that I wouldn’t twist my ankle. The fifth time was when the Uber dropped us off in front of a club and not a restaurant. I joked that maybe they would have chicken fingers here, nobody laughed. The eighth time was when they ordered shots and told me the liquor would taste like chocolate cake. That was a lie.

The tenth time is right now dragging me to the dance floor. I usually have fun dancing, like at weddings and parties. Because I can be silly and just have fun. Here in the crowded club everyone is just trying to be sexy and draw attention to themselves. I feel completely out of place. The DJ starts to play a song from the early 2000s, a song I used to dance to in my childhood bedroom. I start to sway my hips and get into the moment. Maybe I can be sexy.

Seconds later, I feel someone come up behind me and start grinding into my butt. Shit, I yell/think to myself I somehow was too sexy.

Santana

I really don’t want to be here. When I was younger, you had to convince me not to go out to a club. But now my back hurts and the music is too loud. And I rather be at home with a beer and watch the Yankees. I only came here because the younger guys in the locker room, told me I couldn’t keep up. And I just had to show them they were wrong. So now I’m sitting in the VIP section nursing an overpriced and watery vodka and soda, people watching.

Everyone here is trying too hard. I watch as a group of girls start walking to the dance floor, they are practically dragging one of the friends with them. Once they get her on the dance floor, they abandon her and start grinding on each other. They are purposely trying to get attention from guys. When I was younger they would be the type of girl I would go after. But now my eyes can’t leave the girl in the loose fitting dress. She’s so fucking cute just standing there, not knowing how to dance. A song starts to play that she must like and I watch her hips move and I can’t stop looking.

I quickly swallow my drink and start thinking of how to get her home with me. In my twenties I would just start grinding up on her and pull her into the alley for a quickie before going back in the club. But that doesn’t interest me, I want to know her name, what she likes, would she want to watch a ball game with me? I’m not the only one who noticed her though. I’m halfway to her when some kid starts grinding on her. She instantly looks uncomfortable, and I’m grateful that my knee is healed, just in case I need put this fool in his place.

She handles it on her own though. she turns around to face him, says something, and than starts doing the most idiotic dance moves ever, like the shopping cart and sprinkler. I laugh out loud as the dude slowly backs away horrified. Without realizing it my brain automatically thinks that’s my girl. And I don’t even know her name. Yet.

You

I’m done. I’m hungry, my feet hurt, the girls I came with have officially ditched me, and some random just rubbed his semi hard on across my butt. For a second I think about saying goodbye to at least one of the girls I came with so they know I wasn’t abducted, but I can’t see anyone. And figure they will text if they are really concerned. I start walking to get out of the dance floor and accidentally walk right into someone.

They feel like a brick wall and when I look up I lose my breath for a second. The man I walked right into is unbelievable good looking. He is the definition of tall dark and handsome. His hair is pulled back into a ponytail and he is dressed in jeans and a hoodie that says born nasty. What I like most is his eyes they are like melted chocolate with a hint of something naughty but overall kind. I can’t stop myself from talking “Hi.”

He has to bend down to talk to me and his mouth hovers right over my ear. “I like your dancing.” I feel my face heat up and can’t help but think that he is making fun of me, even if there is no malice in his voice at all. “I was coming over to punch that kid out, but you handled it much better.”

I frown, “where you watching me?” I shouldn’t feel flattered, I should feel grossed out, but I like thinking he had his eyes on me.

He doesn’t answer my question but he holds out his hand. “Santana.”

“Y/n.” When I shake his hand I feel like fireworks exploded right where our skin touches and it shoots up my arm and warms my whole body.

“Can I get you a drink?” I tell him I was actually just leaving and he frowns.

And I know I will do anything to get him to smile again. “I was actually going to find a pizza place or something. Do you want to come with me?”

Santana is smiling again. “I know exactly where to go.”

Santana

It’s dark and quiet outside, I instantly feel myself relaxing. All my life I always knew exactly what I wanted. Become a wrestler. I don’t remember the exact moment I decided that but I remember making a game plan and sticking with it. And know I know I want to be with Y/n and tonight I’m going to find out everything I can about her; she tomorrow morning I can start my new game plan.

I grew up in the Bronx and I always have been proud of where I came from. But tonight I feel relieved and lucky. I took her to a little food truck that had been parking in the same spot since I could remember. I ordered two chop cheeses and cherry cokes. Y/n looks hesitant before taking a bite. And when she tells me She’s trusting me, I feel like a teenager again. And when she smiles and says it’s the best thing she ever had, I can’t help but sit a little taller.

You

I’m walking to Santanas apartment. I know I’m about to have my first one night stand. My legs are almost shaking at how turned on I am and he hasn’t even kissed me yet. All he did was ask if I wanted to see his place after we were done eating and I practically shouted okay. Than when he took my hand, I felt the fireworks again. My mind keeps racing back to being excited and being bummed that this will all be over tonight.

Santana

I want to kiss her, but I play it cool. I grab her hand and walk to my apartment. Every time I touch her, I feel this electric pulse light up my body and I know I will never get enough of this feeling. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s mine forever.

When we are in the elevator, I pull her into my body and wrap my arm around her waist. When I do this my whole body is on fire with heat and lust. I’ve been in love before, but I never felt like this before. I used to laugh and roll my eyes at people using the terms like soul mates or love at 1st sight. And I have to take back everything negative I have ever said before because I now believe in both.

Thank god I haven’t been home long enough for me to make a mess out of my apartment. I guide her around my place and try not to focus on all the little touches she will add to it. “And this is my bedroom,” I flip on the light switch and in the middle of the room is my bed. I want to kiss her, taste her, make her scream, and prove I’m the man for her in every way. But if she wants to take things slow, I’m okay with that too. I can spend all night just listening to her talk, if that’s what she wants.

It’s a happy surprise when she stands on her toes and kisses me. It isn’t a soft chaste kiss either, it’s a kiss telling me that she wants me as badly as I want her. I easily pick her up and toss her on the bed. She laughs and I want to hear more of that, but right now I want to her say my name. I kick my shoes off and strip down to my boxer briefs. It’s fucking adorable, how shy she looks right now. She bites her lip as she takes her shoes off and tosses her dress over her head.

Instantly I start rubbing my hard on through my briefs when I see her fat Tits braless and juicy thighs. A damp spot is already on her thong. I like that she is a little thicker, that I don’t have to worry about treating her like glass. I sit on the bed and start to kiss her, making sure her back is pressed against the mattress. She taste like the cherry coke drank and I wonder what she taste like all over. But I don’t want to rush, I want to savor this moment. So I kiss her for awhile, until I start to feel her get impatient. Her hands rub up and down my back and she undoes the hair tie I have in.

I move down to kiss over her neck and let my hands roam over her. I grab and pinch her nipples. They slide down over her soft belly and down to her thighs. I find that she is super sensitive when I kiss where her collarbone meets her neck and I put that away for next time. I bend down and lick one of her nipples, than the other. Her back arches, she also likes her nipples sucked. So I keep that up, while my one hand cups over her thongs. She’s so hot and her hips start to rock. My girl is needy and wants to cum.

I kiss my way down and rip her panties off. The way she gasps, when I do that has me almost cumming early. I hear her start to say something about not needing to do that. Her voice is shy and I wonder if she never had a man make him cum while eating her out. Or if she was with some loser that never gave her head before. I smirk my baby girl is about to have her world rock. I don’t ease into, I dive straight in, sucking hard on her clit. Holy fuck she taste like cotton candy and I need more.

“You taste so good baby girl.” I don’t even know if she can hear me, my tongue is fucking her hole and my fingers are rubbing her clit. Than they switch my tongue is playing with her clit and my fingers are in and out of her. Her back arches and she lets out this loud moan that does something not only to my dick, but also my heart. And she’s cumming hard and I swallow it all up. When I pull away and kiss my way back I notice a wet spot where I was. I was humping my mattress like a teenager while eating her out and when she came, I must have came a little too.

I want to kiss her, but I don’t want to share her taste. I want her juice all over me when I fuck her. So I give her little kisses all over face while she catches her breath. I kick my boxer briefs off and hold my breath when I look in my nightstand for a condom. I haven’t been with a woman in a really long time, I can’t even remember when I actually brought a pack. But luck is on my side tonight. There are two left. Perfect. One for right now, and one for in the morning.

I slide the condom over my still hard dick and lick my lips. Her pussy is still having trembles, so I slowly start to enter her. Holy fuck. I have to take long deep breaths. She is so hot, wet, and tight. I go even slower not wanting to hurt her. When I’m finally all the way in, I pause. We both catch our breaths. I wait until she starts to rock her hips and I gently rock back. With each thrust my finger strums

on her clit.

“Santana fuck me,” she wines out. My baby girl wants to be fucked and she is going to get it. I go at her hard and fast, loving the way her tits bounce with each one. I latch onto a nipple and suck hard. My hands are digging into the blankets underneath me, to keep me from plowing right into her. And I move my mouth to the spot on her neck she liked so much earlier.

I can feel her pussy start to quiver and thank god because I don’t think I can last much longer. Not by the way she is moaning my name into my ear.

I give her my hardest and longest thrust and feel her come undone under me. And I finished right after her.

Im fucking spent and so happy. I roll off of her and press our foreheads together. Looking into her eyes, I try to tell her how I’m feeling without saying anything. Than I kiss her slow and long. When I pull away, her eyes are fluttering trying to stay awake. I laugh and think to myself I can’t wait to help get her stamina up. I whisper “go ahead and get some sleep baby girl.” Than peck her lips. Once she is fully out, I stand up and head to the bathroom to toss the condom. I get back to bed and spoon her. I fall asleep thinking of what I should do for our first date.

You

I doubt it’s not even 6am yet. I’m awake and feel muscles I haven’t used since I played tennis in high school. Santana is clinging to me still sleeping. Last night didn’t feel like how a one night stand should feel. Instead it felt like a beginning, I wonder if I should leave my number after I get dress. Before I can even try to get out bed, I feel Santana pull me in closer. “I don’t think so baby girl,”his voice is still sleepy and he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet. I can’t help but not feel my heart beat faster every time he calls me that. “Let’s sleep a little longer. Next I want to have my cotton candy for breakfast. Than I’m taking you out for pancakes or waffles or both and we can talk about all the plans for us I dreamt up last night.” This definitely not a one time thing, this is our beginning.

#aew #aew fanfiction #aew santana #santana and ortiz #aew smut #my best girl ask

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assistance please! | e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.6K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: workplace!au, internship!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: eijirou kirishima loved being an intern, he had great co-workers, had a shot at his dream job, his boss had taken quite liking to him and of course, being the favourite intern had many, many perks.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut,  ( kirishima is in his twenties ), power dynamics, sub top!kirishima + power bottom!reader,   heavy!praise kink, heavy!miss + mommy kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), oral ( female receiving ), squirting, tummy bulges, cumplay, creampie.

♡ author’s note(s): hihi everyone!! today i present to you my contribution to the bnharem on the job collab! i had a lot of fun playing with different dyanimics in this fic, i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! make sure you chek out the other works from the other amazing creators!! <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“oi! ‘shima! you’re needed in the boss’ office right away, she’s got important business for ya!, wants t’have a word. now.”

eijirou ducks his head politely in a sign of gratitude, thanking his co-worker and superior, keigo— for the heads up. keigo, or better known as hawks around the office ( for his fast speeds in completing work and luring lonely interns into his bed ), was a nice guy— second to the lady in charge and way too chatty. he was a bit of an air head, got the job done when it needed to be but that’s what kirishima was for, the replacement while keigo took his vacation time in the middle of the year like an idiot.

he wasn’t too sure why you kept the blonde around, he supposed it was because he was pretty but eijirou wouldn’t dare question you— he needed this internship if he was going to make it big in the sports news reporting scene. he’d been majoring in sports and healthcare at college, two years away from graduating when the opportunity to work for yn ln, one of the biggest sports journalists in japan had landed right in his lap. of course he was going to take it, of course he was going to do everything he could not to fuck it up.

in the cubicles beside him, the other interns try to muffle their giggles and titters of curious laughter as the red head gathers himself for the meeting.

“oooo, i wonder what you did this time,” kaminari teases from the right, leaning over his side of the cubicle to fiddle with the odd bits on kirishima’s desk. denki kaminari was another person kirishima wondered how the hell he got into the programme, but then again he was pretty to look at and brought a lighter air to boring office days.

“nothing! i’m innocent!” eijirou defends, hands releasing his files to fly up in defence.

the other interns, going by the names of mina ashido, kyouka jirou and hanta sero snicker amongst themselves at the interaction.

“don’t believe it, s’obviously more than nothin’ if you’re always getting called down’ta the boss lady’s office.” bakugou, another intern, grunts out with his nose deep buried in files for upcoming reports. he was a little too rough for the journalism lifestyle but got the job done. his attitude wasn’t for everyone. “they’re probably fuckin’.”

mina giggles and kirishima steps out into the paths between desks. “don’t be such a sourpuss ‘suki, just ‘cause you’re not her favourite.”

a lose ‘shut up’ is huffed, before katsuki turns to face his taller, buffer companion. “just don’t be late, bunch of us are goin’ for lunch later.” he adds and turns back to his paperwork.

“affirmative, catch ya later!”

the group waves the red head off as he heads to the elevator directing him to the main floor— this is where all the higher ups worked. the journey wasn’t unfamiliar to the intern, he wasn’t like the others and had the steps to your office memorised by heart. sometimes it was like walking home, to his comfort and sanctuary away from the stressors of work and the outside world— he knew that was bad, but you were so kind, such a sweet and understanding boss he couldn’t help but develop some level of comfort towards you.

to most, it seemed like eijirou kirishima was just unbelievably close to his boss, that you’d taken him under your wing.

he however, knew what you had, meant more.

a fluttering warmth spreads across the intern’s chest as he approaches the door to your main office and he knocks. behind it lay mountains of secrets upon secrets, things that kirishima knows about you that no one else does. the walls have hidden words, written across them in fonts of passion and admiration and it’s all that he can think about. you’re all that he can think about, and it’s still wrong. there’s a shuffling deep in the room and some flitters of paper here and there before your soft, velveteen voice breaks through the barrier between you. the one thing keeping you apart.

“come in,” you call smoothly and kirishima follows your orders swiftly, if not eagerly, entering the four walls of your office. ruby eyes dart across the room to locate your position and his heart skips a beat when he finds you, body leaning over your dark oak desk, papers scattered across it while you frantically sift through numbers and stocks and nonsense way above the level of a journalism intern. but even amongst the chaos, you’re beautiful— eyes sparkling with productivity, lined in little flecks across the colour of your orbs. the way you dress never fails to steal away eijirou’s breath— a tight fitting leather skirt that hugs your mature curves and a white blouse with the bottoms popped open— just enough for him to get a peek at your cleavage.

the poor intern has to hold himself back from blurring the lines of work and pleasure to shove himself deep into your chest, suck and lick at your plush breasts until he was high off the taste of your skin. but he wouldn’t do that, yet. not without your permission. “oh eiji baby, there you are!” you coo to the red head, bright smile stretching across blood diamond painted lips. you cross the room in three short strides, tall black heels clacking against the smooth white marble until you’re standing in front of and looking up at kirishima. “was starting to think keigo had ditzed like a pretty boy and had forgotten to send you my way, darling.”

eijirou’s cheeks flame at the smoothness in your syrupy voice, like sweet honey to his hears, the pet name striking a familiar heat deep within him. you always had a way with your words— enticing, almost like a siren calling out to him despite the taboo aura that surrounded what you had. whatever it was— he just knew it was more than your typical boss-intern relationship.

“even if he had, ‘m more than happy to be of service to you ma’am,” he responds almost a little too quickly, large hand rubbing the back of his neck and tugging at his baby hairs to ground himself.

you cock your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “always such a helpful, good boy eijirou,” you hum, lips pulling into a devilish red smile and the praise causing a new spark of lustful electricity to crackle through the air. “i could use a little assistance, please, i have this awful meeting with the board today, spent all night preparing and couldn’t go home, i could use some stress relief,”

kirishima’s gaze becomes hooded as he looks down at you, a familiar and bright desire burning in the pits of his stomach. “oh yeah? sucks that the paperwork kept you up all night ma’am…” he trails off, choosing to let his fingers dance up and down your sides— snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into him. you couldn’t or you wouldn’t go home. he’s not sure if he cares about the answer right now— not when you tremble in his grip, itching for something, anything from him. “how long do you reckon we have ms. ln?”

“ten to fifteen minutes sweetheart, give or take,”

you grin widens, taking an impossibly closer step to your intern— pressing the swell of your breasts against his hard chest. he can feel your nipples pebbling through your blouse, almost visible behind the white fabric and god the way you look up at him— he can no longer wait, he needs you. right here and right now.

“will you be needing my assistance throughout, ma’am?” kirishima asks, voice dropping a few octaves until it falls into a low growl.

“i expect it. you are my intern after all.”

the words laced with deep huskiness, the proximity of your bodies and the rising heat in the room is what leads you both to tumble into the next series of events. before he can’t register it, your mouths are slotted together in a fast paced and sloppy kiss, kirishima’s body manoeuvres you around the office, marking out a familiar pathway to your desk—his tongue remains sliding over yours in rapid movements as he commits your taste to memory, refreshing those from the last time he had you like this. yet every time you kiss and his tongue glides over yours, you taste sweeter than before; like peaches and morning coffee— you feel softer in his grip, every dip and curve to your body like it was built for him.

eijirou can't stop thinking of that last time, tucked away in your office after dark when your dainty hands pawed desperately at his hips to bring him closer or scratched at his back from sheer pleasure— kirishima wants to see you like that against, using his own hands to tear through your shirt and send buttons flying across the room. something in him just wants to do good for you, have you ache for him and earn himself some of your sweet praise. even as you step and stumble towards your work desk, the red-head lets his lips break away from yours, connected by a string of your own saliva before he drops to your neck, lapping tracks over your skin with the temptation to bite down and paint it shades of deep purple and blue.

but there are rules that you both have in place; ways to keep what you have a secret and hidden away from the public eye so that you don’t lose all that you’ve worked for and so kirishima can keep being your precious little intern.

“jump for me, please ma’am,” he whispers heavily into the junction between your neck and your shoulders, breath laboured and warm against your skin that begins to shine with light perspiration. mindlessly, you follow his orders, jumping up while your fingers curl into the mass of red on kirishima’s head and ankles lock around his waist—his hands meet the backs of your doughy thighs, squeezing the flesh between calloused digits while you toe off your heels.

“eiji, you’re so good,” you manage between feather light breaths as they clatter to the floor as the pair of you somehow make your way to the desk chair, pushing and tearing the clothes from one another’s bodies— including your crisp shirt. now seated and left in nothing but your bra, you tug harshly at your intern’s locks and bring his mouth down to yours, allowing them to move together in a dirty, messy kiss. there’s barely any time for you both to mess around, for him to tease you until your limit and you’re crying out for any type of touch from him, so eijirou quickly

flips down your bra, exposing your chest to cool, air conditioned air—not even bothering to unclip the material as his fingers descend on your nipple, pulling and twisting them until your back arches from the stimulation. “hurry, please eijirou,”

obedient as ever, your favourite boy drops to his knees in front of the chair you stay slumped in and with his height, he still manages to tower over you, practically at eye level with hunger framing the ruby of his own. large hands knead at your plush thighs, hiking your skirt up and up to give you room to spread your thighs, cunt growing sticky from anticipation— all from a few measly touches in familiar places. but this is kirishima, and he knows how your body works from countless hours spent after the office closes up— using one another to blow off extra steam. he knows just what makes you tick and moan his name.

logically, eijirou knows that your meeting could start at any minute and even though you’re both in a stickler for time, he still wants to get a taste at your skin before devouring your most intimate parts. he’ll make time to explore every part of you, to assist you in your stress relief. “‘m sorry miss, yn,” he whines needily, watching your chest rise and fall with want, feeling your body heat up and twitch from the ghost of his fingertips across your blemished skin. “gotta have a taste of you before the real deal, hope’ya don’t mind…”

latching onto the left mound of flesh at your exposed chest, kirishima sinks the point of his teeth into the area around your nipple— just enough to graze your skin and pull a sweet mewl from your mouth. you’re both lucky for the soundproof walls, your head thrown back in a lewd moan he lets his pink tongue roll over your bud in vicious circles. heavy, fat globs of saliva pool over the pink muscle, pouring down kirishima’s chin and painting your skin with a slick shine. “h-how...how could i mind angel, not when you treat me s’good,” you heave, vision fading in and out due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure flashing through your body in waves of hotness. “always doin’ so well for me eiji, aren’t you such a good boy?”

“yes ma’am,” the intern confirms with a erogenous slur, pacified and content on his knees for you— sucking, licking and biting at your chest to his heart’s content. “‘m your good boy,” he corrects you, however. eijirou feels most happy when grazing his tongue over the swell of your breasts, watching your face carefully for any twitches of delirium, it lets him know how hot aroused he makes you feel— that knowledge shoots straight to his cock, rock hard in his slacks while the redhead watches his boss writhe in her seat all for his eyes only.

such a dazzling view, and it’s all for fucking him.

your perfectly manicured nails run through red hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp until you’re forcing his head back and pulling kirishima off of your breast with a pop. “as much as i love seeing a pretty boy suck on my tits like a baby, we’re pressed for time angel, gonna need you to speed it up a little,” despite the softness to your face and the sudden evenness to the tone of your voice, the words that you speak to eijirou are vulgar, nasty, and turn him on to his wits end. “want you to eat me out eiji, can you do that for me?”

shaking his head, yes, beautiful claret eyes shining with acquiescence, kirishima wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand— like the tainted, dirty intern he is. you sigh down at him salaciously, ready to tear his innocence apart all over again. eijirou was always so willing to please, both in his work and behind closed doors— you would be a fool to not take advantage of that. with brute force, your intern forces your legs apart, eyes rolling back in his skull from the scent of your sex, dripping with your juices right through your underwear and stockings. overexcited, he rips through the flimsy material at your cunt, exposing your panties for him to see.

“you’re so...so wet ms.ln,” kirishima comments observantly, not even bothering to pull your stockings the rest of the way down your legs, instead opting to pull on the whole until it’s wide enough for his mouth to fit. “smell s’good, bet you taste even better,” there’s a patch on the crotch of your panties, darker than the rest of the material from where you leak and without a second thought, the red head instantly surges forward to lick a stripe over it, letting out a choked gripe as the taste of your cream from over the fabric invades his tongue.

you let out a shrill cry, hips jumping up at the first brush of his tongue against your untouched, clothed pussy. you wriggle even as kirishima holds you down, needing the heat of his mouth against you before your meeting starts. but he’s so good, so well trained, reaching up to your hips to yank your panties down in one fluid motion. leaning forward, kirishima savagely buries his face between your doughy thighs, hiking them over his shoulders from beneath the desk. his nose bumps against your clit, swollen from the lack of touch as he greedily inhales your scent once more— without warning, the intern kicks a stripe up the length of your pussy, sucking your juices into his mouth and smiling against your heat.

“d-don’t tease baby, be good for me,” you remind kirishima, your body trembles with anticipation, craving an orgasm to expel the stress of your work days out. the boy between your legs only hums, the sound running straight though cunt and vibrating against it, causing you to gush and spill your arousal out onto the leather seat beneath your cheeks. eijirou feasts on the slick that seeps from your fluttering hole, gliding his tongue up and down your sex, allowing the occasional pressure from his nose to stimulate your bundle of nerves.

the pads of his thighs burn marks into your legs, using them as leverage to pull your heated core further into his mouth, “can’t help it ma’am, y’got such a pretty pussy...s’only right that i worship you…” eijirou breaths right against your puffy folds, eyes trained on the way your hole clenches around nothing. a primal urge flares in his chest, a desire— no, a need— to see you filled with something, any part of him that can make you see stars and fuck you dumb. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry you jus look s’fucking pretty miss…”

attaching his lips to your clit, the redhead pushes the spit gathered on his tongue right over your sloppy sit, hazy ruby stare watching as his saliva mixes with your juices and slides over your empty hole. he follows the oozing trail with his tongue, lapping it up and spewing it back into your sex until the pink muscle slips past your entrance— slipping inside of you with no prior warnings. your knuckles that grasp the arms of the chair as you’re spoiled between your legs by your top intern, his hands snaking their way around the tops of your thighs to spread your sticky pussy lips apart in order to bring more of you to the cool air of the office.

“you like this don’cha? dirty little boy,” you tease the poor boy, watching as his cheeks flame with embarrassment. “being a naughty little intern between your boss’ thighs all to keep on pleasing  her, keep your position at her company, huh? fuck eiji, you just love miss riding your naughty tongue—ohmygod—“

the way you sound, voice smooth like chocolate over the obscene slurping that fills the thats air heavy with the scent of sex and, makes eijirou’s cock jump up, precum oozing from his tip as he begins to rut against the hard floor beneath your desk. he makes an attempt to respond, but your thighs lock his head in place and his words come out muffled against your core. “mph, luh it, you’re s’sexy, please ma’am—“ he mumbles sordidly against you, practically humping the ground at your feet as you pick on him.

for a brief moment, kirishima pulls away to watch you roll your hips into nothing, hot tears beginning to brew into our hooded eyes from the satisfaction he brings you with every flick and flit of his tongue against where you need him most. written in your eyes is the command to keep going, your hands twistingly sharply in red roots to bring the intern back to your sluice, spasming cunt. so he does as he’s told, shoving his tongue deep inside your ribbed, iron hot walls and dragging tip along them to collect and taste strings of your viscous juices.

biting your lip, you do your best to hold back a voracious howl, bucking your hips feverishly into your intern’s face and staining his cheeks with everything that you have— he thrusts his tongue into you to the pace of your own hips, moaning against your slippery slit until your eyes are rolling. “gonna cum from this eiji, from you eatin’ me out like this...jus need a little more— need your fingers pretty boy,” you can feel the twist of the knot in your lower tummy starting to unravel, signifying your oncoming high, and the room starts to spin while kirishima eats you out with new vigour.

“yeah? miss? you’re gonna cum for me?” the intern practically whines and pulls his tongue from your hear, almost crying as his hips thump against the floor desperate for friction. “wanna see you come undone s’bad, please cum for me, please, please—“ eijirou chants, replacing his tongue with two of his thick digits, watching as your slick cunt stretches around them accommodatingly. he jackhammers them inside of you, grunting lowly underneath the slaps of his palm against the meat of your ass, as he returns to your clit to suckle on it hungrily. his fingers curl instantly in search for the spongy spot inside of you— bearing down hard against it once it’s located.

“oh—hah, right there baby— right fuckin’ there—!” you squeal, only egging him on as white starts to cloud your vision, everything sounds so nasty and wet, while eijirou stimulates both of your pleasure spots. it becomes hard to breath, legs wobbling around his broad shoulders, but your intern doesn’t let up, determined to bring you to cloud nine.

“that’s it ma’am, right there—you’re almost there, can feel you clenching around my fingers...please cum, fuck i want your cum, wanna taste you so bad, cum. cum. cum!” and that’s all it takes, eijirou’s pleading voice between your thick thighs to make the coil inside you snap and for your orgasm to wash over you. you convulse in your chair, nectar gushing freely from your raw and overstimulated cunt, spewing all over the redheads face as he continued to lap at your clit to ride out your high.

but he doesn’t stop there, scissoring his fingers deep within your velvet walls as you continue to cum, making you shake your head and wail from the high levels of ecstasy.

“please eiji—n’more, can’t, no—“

“you can miss, i know you can—fuck you look so pretty when you’re about to squirt for me, please…”

as quickly as your first high ended, another one comes crashing over you in harsh waves— rocking your world as clear liquid floods from your pussy— the sheer force of you squirting, pushing kirishima’s fingers out from your tight, sappy hole. your release hits the floor with a crude slap, both of you moaning loudly almost for the whole world to hear. he doesn’t stop sucking, clearing up your pretty cunt even as you fade in and out of consciousness from pleasure— he stays lapping at you with burning, languid strokes of his tongue between your folds even as you weakly attempt to answer the phone now ringing from your desk.

clearing your throat, you muster up the strength to sound professional over the line before picking up the phone and bringing it towards your ear. “good afternoon, this is yn ln of shinku sports reports, bringing you the latest sporting news, how may i help you?”

‘this is the board, we need to discuss this month's stocks and reports.’

from the corner of your eye, you can see kirishima rise from his place underneath your desk— standing tall over you once more while you converse with the directors on the other end of the phone. as quietly as he can, the redhead tears through the buttons on his shirt in a similar way to you, prior to you fucking and unbuckles his slacks. he pulls down his boxers and pants in one go, revealing his thick, hard girth that stands tall and slaps against his stomach— tip an angry shade of red as precum smears across his lower belly.

you nod into the phone, forgetting that the board can’t see you as kirishima lifts you from the chair and lays you on your back across the desk littered with unread papers. “ah yes, i’ve been expecting a call from you…” you whisper so quietly instead, not caring if they’ve missed what you said. you’re hardly paying attention, choosing to wrap a fist around eijirou’s cock, slickly pumping him to prepare him to take you— he parts your thighs, eyes closing and body shuddering above you while you continue to converse with the board.

spreading the droplets of precum across his slit and iron hot tip, kirishima takes his cock from your grasp— heavily slapping it against your sensitive and swollen clit to see you jolt up the desk. “gonna fuck you so good miss, jus’ be good ‘n stay quiet for me okay?” he says, a whimper catching in the tail end of his words. you nod to him, rushed and way too eager, laying your head back on the hard wood your swimming gaze settles on kirishima as he taps the head of his cock against your hole, teasingly pushing it just past your entrance before withdrawing again.

‘ms. ln, are you still there? we really are pressed for time so we would love to start by discussing interviews for the next issue—‘

you forget that you’re still connected on the line, settling for wriggling impatiently underneath your intern, who’s caramel tinted skin glistens with sweat and his cheeks begin to flush with unadulterated desire— all from watching the way your puffy folds lube up his shaft with every push through them. you can see him losing his resolve, just as sensitive as you since he’s been holding back an orgasm and without the hint of a warning, eijirou’s hips jump forward and drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex— brushing against your cervix. you gasp out in surprise, finally losing focus and barely manage a more comprehensive response to the board you have waiting on the line. “y-yes!— yes, yes, i’m still here… you may proceed with the meeting.”

he’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had— and you’d seen a lot being a woman of your caliber this high up in the industry...but no one could compare to the way your sweet, doe eyed gentlemanly little intern filled you up, fat cock stretching your walls even with the shallow thrusts into your cunt he gives you to adjust. the weight of his girth sits heavily inside you, twitching as kirishima slides into you easily due to the stickiness lining your gummy walls, breath shaky and uneven as he holds out for you during this time. you can tell the poor boy isn’t going to last long, fingers sinking into your thighs with a harsh grip while he tries to hold himself back.

such a good boy, always waiting for your every command.

‘so we’d like to talk about the main feature for next month’s issue, do you have anyone in mind?’

the monotone voice of the board member is drowned about by kirishima’s shaky breaths above you, his pleading puppy dog eyes while he stills himself inside your spasming, puckered hole— he waits for permission, following orders like a trained pet even though he can hardly stand it, overwhelmed by the flutter of your sex around him and heat from your body despite thrown over the desk. “y-you’re s’warm...god ma’am...need to—need to move,” the redhead huffs weakly in order to keep himself quiet, a line of sweat dotting his brow. “please,”

you sit up on the desk, legs locking around his slender waist to draw him closer, sheathing more of the poor boy inside of you until he’s completely bottomed out and balls deep inside your pretty cunt. he drops his neck to your shoulder, tongue lolling over your salt licked skin before biting down to pacify himself, sharp teeth almost drawing blood while you adjust the cord of the phone. “i was thinking…thinking that we got the hockey player— the oylmpic champion…” your eyes drift to kirishima’s complacent face, giving him a nod to start moving while he sucks another bruise further down his onto your collarbone. “t-touya...touya todoroki—!”

you hiccup but play it off with a cough when kirishima pulls back his hips, so far that his girth completely leaves you, before he drives himself forward with one powerful thrust and fills you right up again. looking down, you see him bulge in your tummy, the line of his girth prominent against your body— slightly dwarfed in kirishima’s arms. you rock your hips, coaxing your intern into your warmth to help him build up a momentum of thrusts.

‘sounds like a good choice, do we have anyone who could interview him? i believe we can have PR set up an interview this week.’

the desk creaks below you, hard wood groaning along with the red head who hides himself in your neck, squeaking pathetically as he moves inside of you— precum smearing along your gummy walls that welcome his hardened shaft. your pussy opens up for eijirou like it’s welcoming him home, still growing used to the pleasure-filled burn and stretch of him pushing in and out of you. the nerves on his head catch amongst your inner ridges, making his toned body shake in ecstasy.

“m-ma’am, feel s’fucking good, so fucking good...” your intern hums against your salty skin mawkishly, large palms dropping to the flesh of your ass— kneading it to bring you closer to his body— cock barely leaving you due to your proximity. with slow strokes, eijirou fills you up, painting you with what leaks from his tip— prodding at your cervix and brushing up against your sweet spot in ways that make sweet nectar dribble from your hole.

your digits curl in his hair once more, the phone slipping from between your neck and creating rustling on your end. “eijirou,” you sigh breathily, humping back his cock while you squeeze around him selfishly, keeping your intern inside of you. “i-i mean eijirou kirishima, he’s an intern— such a… a good one at that…”

a immodest whimper brews in the base of eijirou’s throat, bubbling against his bruised lips  while you shower him with praise, indirect to him, hand snaking up to the back of your neck— tangling in your baby hairs as he pulls you up to a sloppy kiss, slotting your mouths together and running his tongue over yours. “f-fuck mommy, ‘m i your good boy? please tell me yes, fuck, yn— ma’am,”

kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does devoir and pathos, vulnerability stays written across his handsome features as he succumbs to the mind break the heat of your damp, creamy core as he fucks into you. you throb at his use of mommy, shakily pulling the phone away from your ear to reach up to his own, nipping the earlobe and tugging on it gently. “you’re my good boy baby, keep being good eiji, be quiet...you gotta stay quiet if you want to keep fucking mommy okay? you wanna cum inside me right?” you say, words aberrant and low toned  on your tongue, your intern hisses and whines in response— nodding his head again and letting out a barely coherent ‘yes’. “then shh, baby, let mommy talk yeah?”

“hm’kay,” he babbles, dropping his ruby framed gaze to where your bodies meet, hiking your skirt further up your thighs to get a better view of your cunt staining his heavy balls with a layer of your slick.

‘ms. ln, are you sure that you want an intern to cover this case—’ the board begins to ask you, muffled from the distance away from you both.

picking up the phone again, you pull the line towards you again— mindful of capturing eijirou’s weak little mewls over the device as he languidly pumps himself in and out of you. “i know what i—fuck, what i want. eijirou, will be—oh— on the case. that's final.” you huff, watching your intern fall into a pussyhaze, his precious mind fogging with thoughts of only painting you white inside and out as a reward for helping relieve you of stress. the slow roll of his hips into yours are accompanied by the soft slaps of his skin against your own, wet and sticky— determination to make you feel good crackling across his mind.

‘there’s no need to curse, ma’am, do you need a moment to recollect yourself before we proceed with discussing the other features.’

“i’m fucking fine,” you growl, in anger or need you don’t know. but kirishima frowns, you can feel it as he start nosing up your cheek— swiping his tongue over areas of skin he hasn’t touched just yet— he grunts possessively , unhappy with the use of your title coming from anyone other than him. to prove his point, he pushes your thighs wider apart, letting you drip all over the documents sitting below your ass and ruining the ink— important or not he starts a brutal pace into your cunt and presses down on your tummy so you can feel exactly where eijirou is inside you and know that only he can make you feel this way.

‘ms.ln—‘

“i’m fine. keep going.” you grit your teeth, biting your lip to hold down your panting— again you don’t know who you’re speaking to. your intern who slows the movement of his hips, postponing in and out of your tightened hole, clamping down on him eagerly or the stupid board member giving you grief on the phone.

they proceed to talk, barking out suggestions to your sports magazine, that you hate— even considering bringing in good for nothing athletes who’d treated you like shit in the past, and you’d sworn to never work for them again.

but it’s almost silly, how kirishima lets out small moans of mommy and ma’am, trying to keep your attention on him like you would give up grinding down on your intern’s dick for some prissy member of the board over the phone— but you love the slight possession eijirou has over you, moulding your iron hot walls into the shape of his fat dick that presses up against your pleasure spots, makes you convulse and drawl and become addicted to everything that is him. eijirou kirishima.

“takin’ me so good, so well ma’am...don’t think i can hold on anymore…please,” eijirou warns you, losing control of his body as he takes you for his own like he’s done many times before after hours— your gazes lock, you can see his desperation to ruin you, moan for you despite the people on the phone and the people outside your office.

if he grows too loud, he could give you away— they could be listening in to your poor needy little intern humping you like a feral dog and whining your name. and as much as that thought makes your hole spasm around his fat cock, make his thrusts stutter and eyes screw shut while you moan in sweet, almost silent harmony, you love your job and so weakly, you take two of your fingers, shoving them deep into eijirou’s mouth as it hangs open in heavy pants of warm air. you press down on his wet tongue, fucking into his mouth in tune with the pace of his hips plunging deep within your walls, churning up your syrupy and sticky insides.

“keep quiet, baby,”  you hiss to the redhead, who’s eyes start to brim with fresh hot tears from the overwhelming pleasure. “let mommy take care of this, yeah? finish up so you can let it all out on me.”

he sucks on your fingers to calm himself down, shallow breathing while he paws at the flesh on your sides and circles his hips into yours— letting his leaky tip bare down on your sweet spot and forcing the air out of your body. white hot pleasure flashes through your bloodstream, replacing any air of professionalism flooding through them. you can’t, you physically cannot hold back either of your orgasms— you can’t concentrate as your mind starts to fall away with the world and your gaze hones in on the way kirishima takes your fingers in his hot mouth so deep in an attempt to hush himself.

the coil in your tummy begins to unwind and the room swims once more. ‘ms.ln is everything okay over there— we need to progress with his meeting if we’re—‘ the annoying board member sounds underneath kirishima’s sloppy groans, saliva dribbling down the sides of his mouth. your dirty, good boy.

“i’m going to need to take a rain—hah— a rain check on this meeting. you’ll hear from me when my interns and i are ready—“ you huff, cutting the staff off and quickly throwing the phone onto the hook, you’ll have keigo deal with the consequences later but for now you focus on kirishima who picks you up by the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock in frantic movements as he finally loses all connections to his control. “ohmygod—eiji baby, slow—fuck, down—“

he shakes his head, latching onto your collar bone as he revels in the way you leak down his shaft and drip between his balls, lewd squelching sounds fluttering through the air hot, sex scented air at full volume. “‘m sorry ma’am— i can’t… i’m really close, i really need’ta cum...please ma’am...mommy, i’ve been good—please let me cum...“ eijirou groans heartily, from deep in his chest as if he’s finally releasing what he’s been holding back— arms flexing and the sweat from his body slicking up your own.

limbs shaking you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your foreheads against one another, while you nod. he worked so hard to make you feel good, all day long to do the best job that he can— pressing small kisses to his lips encouragingly. “you can do it baby, one last thing for me— fill me up eiji, cum for me.” you whisper between bites and sucks on his lower lip, lined with a vibrant shade of red.

“cummin’, cummin’...miss yn, mommy—!” and then his hips come to a halt, his dick pulsing as waves of his cream line your insides with an opaque white, thick and seeping down your thighs. his fingers drop to your sensitive cunt, slipping quick circles over your swollen clit to bring you to your high. his cock never stops pumping in and out of you, pushing his seed further into your sex while you writhe and fall over the edge into your orgasm— gushing so hard you force him out of plugged and full hole.

losing his strength, kirishima collapses on top of you, pressing out both to the hard wood seat which you’re surprised  is still standing, his lips pressing fleeting kisses across your face and neck while you both come back down to earth.

and then he looks up at you with a weak smile, “did i do good?” he asks you lazily and almost sleepily— refusing to budge from laying atop you and almost crushing you with his weight.

pushing back his hair to soothe him. “always eiji, you’re not my favourite intern for nothing,” you coo at him, pulling him up to press your lips to him in a soft kiss.

“i sure hope you don’t have any other favourites, i want to be the only one who assists you like this,” kirishima says, remaining tangled with you for a moment more in your office, content with snuggling into your exposed and bruised side.

you share a sleepy giggle, intending to clean up later— eijirou completely forgetting about the lunch he’d promised the other interns after your meeting.

oh well, assisting you was a much better treat than spending time with any one else.

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[erwinsvow]

𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

summary: your boyfriend, reiner, has always been possessive. you never minded it much, though.

warnings: college!au, rough sex, sir kink, grinding/teasing, doggy style, creampie, dacryphilia, reiner is a tease, angry reiner/upset with reader, jealousy, reiner treats you like a rag doll but who's complaining

the party’s in full swing, hoards of college kids hammered off of cheap beer and dancing to loud music. you sit on the edge of the couch, trying your best to avoid the couple going at it on the sofa seats next to you. you’d leave to give them some privacy, despite the fact that they’re in front of a hundred other people, but there’s nowhere else to sit.

and so, not ready to give up your chance to rest your sore feet, you sit there and wait patiently. your ankles are crossed as you finish off the last of your soda, looking around and realizing that you might be the only sober person here. you’re fiddling around now for no reason, with no one to speak to, adjusting the skirt of your dress and twirling a piece of your hair with your finger.

from across the room, with a red solo cup filled with the very same cheap beer in his hand, eren’s eyes land on you. a pretty girl, all alone at a party, with an empty drink. he was raised right, so knows that’s close to a crime.

at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he makes his way over to the couch in the corner, eyes burning holes through you as your eyes glance around the room, avoiding looking at the couple next to you.

eren turns to the couple first, one sharp glance making the boy alert, and pulling away from his girlfriend.

“hey, floch, go roofie your date somewhere else. i’m sitting here now,” he says firmly, causing floch and the girl to take off scrambling.

you glance up at the stranger who approached you with thankful eyes.

“you didn’t have to do that, but thank you anyways,” you say, finally sinking into the comfort of the couch.

“of course i did. that idiot would’ve given all these people here a show if someone didn’t stop him.”

you let out a laugh at his words, glancing back down at your shoes as you debate if it was a good idea to keep talking to him.

“i’m eren, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, eren,” you reply, once again gazing around the room and avoiding his eyes. eren waits another moment before speaking again.

“and you are-?” he questions, intrigued that you weren’t engaging in the conversation. he enjoys the chase, anyways.

“not interested,” you say with a gentle smile, trying not to seem rude despite the fact that you’re sure of eren’s intentions.

“oh, is that so? well, i think i can change that.”

“i’m sure you’ll try, but i don’t want you to waste your time. i’m sure there’s plenty of girls here who will talk to you willingly, so thank you for the seat but-”

“can i get you a drink?” he interjects, taking a long sip of his beer and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. “beer? shots? i can go find some of the good stuff, if you want.”

“i’m okay, eren,” you say, a little annoyed and clearly a little anxious.

“oh, come on. it’s not right for a pretty girl to have an empty cup at a party. it’s like the first commandment.”

“i think that might be blasphemy.”

“oh, whatever, the second commandment, then. i mean, would you rather sit here and be all alone?” he questions, leaning back into the seat.

“who said she was here alone?” a deep voice says from around you. you look up to see your boyfriend, reiner, with two cups in his hand. he does not look happy.

“braun,” eren addresses, looking up at the blond from his seat and not adjusting his posture at all. you’d expected eren to at least be a little intimidated at the sight of your looming boyfriend, as most guys usually were, but he looks more amused than anything else. “who would’ve thought you’d go and get yourself such a pretty date,” he says with a smirk. his eyes are still on you though, raking up and down your figure and focusing on your exposed legs.

reiner puts down the two cups in his hand a little too hard, the liquid sloshing around at the top and landing on the surface on the small table in front of you.

you glance up a little hesitant at reiner, knowing the effect eren’s words are having on him.

“she’s not my date, she’s my girlfriend, asshole,” reiner replies, bringing his arm around your shoulder and holding you closely to him. you play right into it, leaning into him and smiling back cutely at eren.

“sorry, did i not mention that?” you say sweetly, as eren’s eyes react to the sight in front of him. he lets out a low whistle, standing up and lifting a cup from the table, taking a big sip. “well then, guess i underestimated you after all, braun. call me when you get bored of him, baby,” he says, before walking away.

you feel your mouth drop open at the audacity of his words, his implication. you know reiner won’t take it well either, feeling yourself grab for his hand before he can follow eren to pummel him.

“reiner, baby, don’t get mad, he’s just an asshole-” you begin, before reiner’s head turns back to look at you.

you saw a whole host of emotions in his eyes, which were usually calm and sweet and looking at you with all the love in the world. but now, in the dim lighting of the party, they were almost glowing with anger and rage, and something else you couldn’t figure out, something akin to a primal look that raised all the hairs on your neck and sent a shiver through your body.

you feel reiner’s hand tighten on yours, as he leads you away from the party and to an empty room somewhere down the hall. you’re not exactly sure where, since it’s your first time in this stranger’s house, but as reiner puts you on the bed and locks the door, you can hardly care.

he looms over you, caging you in and making you feel completely submissive as his strong arms hover near your head.

“you think it’s funny talking to yeager? letting him think you don’t belong to me?” reiner says in a deep, low voice that makes you press your thighs together tightly. it doesn’t take much, if anything, from reiner to turn you on. his possessiveness only adds fuel to fire for you, sometimes.

“no- no, reiner, i would never-” you start, shaking your head dumbly and stumbling around your words as reiner pulls off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. your hands have a mind of their own, moving to grab his shoulders as you normally do, but reiner’s quicker than you, taking your two hands and pinning them above your head roughly.

“you’re using the wrong name, baby. you’re just begging to get punished today, aren’t you, you little slut?” reiner says, eyes looking over your body intensely and making you squirm. you’re uncomfortable with his gaze because you know what he’s thinking.

“i’m sorry, sir,” you mewl back, trying to move your hands from the harsh position they’re in, but to no avail. reiner’s grip is air-tight.

“i can’t even say you’re a good girl tonight, baby, because you’re not. now i see why you chose such a slutty little dress to wear tonight. you just wanted attention, didn’t you?”

“no, no, sir, just you- i just want you-” you say back, desperate for any contact and bucking your hips up uselessly.

“i don’t think you deserve me since you’ve been such a slutty girl.” his words are harsh, making your eyes tear up despite how unbelievably wanton you feel underneath his body. your head feels almost dizzy, overcome with so many different emotions.

tears are always reiner’s breaking point. he can never deny you once he sees those pretty eyes of yours well up and become watery just from his words and touches. and despite how badly you need to be taught a lesson, he knows he’s gonna break soon.

“i-i’m so sorry, sir, please- please touch me, i’m begging sir, i’ll be a good girl, i promise- oh!” you’re cut off as reiner’s other hand cups your pussy, palm against your clit and making you grind your hips against his hand desperately. he tears your panties off quickly, discarding them in the stranger’s room without a thought.

“tell me how that feels baby,” reiner says, releasing his hand from holding your wrists to grope at your chest, pulling down the dress just enough to free your tits.

“so good, sir, oh-!” your words fall apart as he continues his motions. you’re so desperate for his touch, to be filled up by him, you’re not aware of how loud you’re being and you certainly don’t care. reiner holds down your hips and moves his hand roughly against your clit, as you feel your body tense up with a strong heat in your core.

“cum for me, baby,” you hear reiner say next to your ear, increasing his pace as you feel the heat in your stomach expand and fill your entire body, the waves of your orgasm washing over you as you scream out reiner’s name.

you’re panting out, tongue lolling out and limbs feeling like jelly despite how reiner’s not even remotely done with you. he flips you over quickly, putting your head down and ass up as he pushes up your dress to expose your gushing cunt to him.

you’re still trying to catch your breath when he pushes into your tight hole slowly, without any warning and causing you to scream out again.

“sir-!” you moan, feeling reiner slide in and out of your wetness at a bruising pace. you feel his balls slap against your pussy, adding to the intense stimulation you feel and curling your toes as he continues. “please- please! i-i, can’t-” you cry out, unsure of what you were pleading with him for.

“what do you need, baby? don’t you want my cock? you want me to stop?” he says, not easing up on his motions. he’s enjoying every minute of having you fucked stupid from his cock.

“no, no- don’t stop, no!” you moan. you let out a squeal every time reiner thrusts.

“such a good girl, takin’ me so well, baby,” reiner says, sending the praise straight to your head and making you feel dizzy as you feel his fingers on your clit.

“i love you, reiner, i love you-” you hiccup, gripping your hand tightly on his as he increases his pace and his fingers at the same time, sending you into your second orgasm. you’re almost screaming now, clenching down tightly on his cock and squirming within reiner’s tight grip as you feel the coil in your stomach snap and heat spread all through your body again.

reiner’s increased pace only lasts a little while longer, his hips stuttering and him cumming inside you with a loud moan. as you feel the hot ropes of cum settle inside your throbbing cunt, you pant and keep a tight grip on reiner as he pulls out and lays you on his chest carefully.

the sheets on the stranger’s bed are certainly ruined, and so is your make-up and hair. you can’t even imagine what you look like, or what your dress is covered in, but you don’t really care.

all you can think about is reiner’s hands wrapped around you and his lips on yours as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

“have you learned your lesson, baby?” reiner asks. you think back quickly on how reiner hadn’t even wanted to go to the party, but you had insisted, and how you had picked out the shortest dress you could find, and how you didn’t walk away from eren when you knew reiner was coming back.

“yes, sir.”

#reiner brainrot #i literally wrote this in an hour im so sorry if its a disappointment #reiner braun #reiner braun smut #reiner smut #reiner x reader #reiner braun imagine #attack on titan #snk #reiner imagine #fics #reiner x you

[duuhrayliegh]

A Friend of Yours - pt. 2

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: reader meets up with Bucky, Sam and Zemo to figure out this Flag Smasher drama

word count: 6386

warnings: canon lvl violence? SPOILERS FOR TFATWS, (it’s the episodes with yn in it, like rlly) language throughout the whole thing, i think that’s it.

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this guys. there is a part three that has WAY more Bucky x YN content that’ll be posted in a few days <3 i hope y’all love this!!

i just want to remind y’all that this started out as a request from @dramaticwittch it won’t let me tag you for some reasons babes :((

be sure to read A Friend of Yours - pt 1

A Friend of Yours - pt. 3 is up too!!!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

check out my other writing here!

xoxo ray <3

You had the same contacts as Sharon, so finding the Three Musketeers was no problem. It baffled you that Sharon had access to satellites. Makes you wonder what she was doing during those five years you were gone. When you got to their safehouse, you were impressed to say the least. It was nice, cute little pillars next to the dining area, some couches, just enough to make it livable. One thing that struck you as strange was that it was also empty, they weren’t there.

“Fuck it.” You dropped your bag onto the dining table and walked over to the kitchen area. You opened several cabinets, searching for alcohol that you could drown your frustrations in. You found an unopened wine bottle, releasing a little cheer, you popped the cork and brought the bottle to your nose. A sweet plum scent invaded your senses, grabbing a glass and pouring it full for yourself before re-corking the bottle. You grasped the cup walking to the stained glass windows on the opposite side of the room. You could hear footsteps approaching the doorway, then the door being forced open. Muffled conversations were taking place during their entrance.

“Well, I got nothin’. No one’s talkin’ about Donya.” Bucky said as he waltzed into the room. Sam followed closely behind him, Zemo immediately going to the kitchen.

“Yeah, Karli’s the only one who’s fighting for them.” You said, startling the pair of men who were now lounging on the couches. “Aren’t you supposed to be good at this?” You dropped next to Bucky, offering him a sip of your plum flavored wine.

“She’s not wrong.” Bucky shot Sam a look, questioning his thought process. “Look, for five years these people were welcomed into countries that have kept them out using barbed wire. There were houses and jobs.” Sam sighed, “Folks were happy to have people around to help them rebuild.” You stopped listening halfway through Sam’s speech, thinking of Sharon. You only refocused when Bucky placed his metal hand on your knee, giving you a look, asking if you were okay.

“That little girl. What’d she tell you?” Bucky asked after you nodded at him. His face never left yours, until Zemo approached the three of you on the couch. He was holding a tray with a clear teapot and cups. He placed it on the coffee table, stepping back and clutching a cup for himself.

“The funeral is this afternoon.” Zemo was always one for the dramatics, so you’re sure that he had something else up his sleeve. Bucky squeezed your knee and you knew he was trying to calm himself.

“You know the Dora’s coming for you any minute. In fact, they’re probably lurking outside right now. Keep talking.”

“Leaving you to turn on me once we get to Karli.” He made a noise of acknowledgement, “I prefer to keep my leverage.” Bucky hauled himself off the couch to stand in front of the Baron. You gaze flicked to Sam’s, unsure of what Bucky was going to do. Bucky puffed his chest out, clenching his jaw as he gripped Zemo’s teacup and chunked it at the concrete wall behind him. Zemo flinched as Bucky began talking to him.

“You wanna see what someone can do with leverage?” Sam stood quickly, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated.

“Take it easy, Buck. Don’t engage him.” You were taking a drink of your wine, as you observed Zemo’s actions.

“Watch out, he’s going to extort you and do that idiotic head tilt thing.” Zemo’s eyes darted to your figure on the couch as he straightened his head. Sam left to make a call, you assumed Sharon and Bucky followed closely behind him. Zemo offered you cherry blossom tea to which you declined by holding up your wine glass. As Bucky left the room, the Baron released a sigh of relief causing you to laugh at his actions.

“You’re really scared of him, aren’t you?” You teased the man who was now glaring at you.

“If you have made him as angry as I have then you would be too.” You shrugged your agreement. You hadn’t made Bucky mad, and you definitely hadn’t been a part of reactivating him as the Winter Soldier to reach your goals.

“Yeah, well you’re a dumbass, so.” You got up and walked to where Bucky and Sam were gathered. Sam’s phone was still pressed to his ear, but you could tell you were catching the tail-end of his conversation. You could hear Sharon’s voice over the phone talking about the Power Broker. In all your years of living and conducting business in Madripoor, you never tangled with the Power Broker. That didn’t mean anything, it was just suspicious because of how successful your operation with Sharon was.

“What’s the plan?” You asked, dumping the rest of your wine in the sink, casting a glance at an appalled Zemo. “It was shit wine.”

“Zemo has a contact that can show us where the funeral is, and that’s all we got.” You nodded before looking at Bucky and Sam.

“Well, what are we waiting for?”

**********************************

You were walking down the cobblestone roadway with the Three Musketeers when a voice shouted at you from the stairway before you. “Karli Morgenthau is too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!” A scruffy looking man approached you. Both him and his partner were clad in tactical gear, the scruffy one’s resembling a Walmart version of Steve’s Cap suit. Bucky spread his arms out.

“How’d you find us now?” The man’s partner responded to Bucky with equal annoyance.

“Come on, man. You really think two Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?” As he got closer you could read Hoskins on his vest.

“No more keeping us in the dark.” Scruff said before anyone else could fire back. He stopped walking in front of Zemo, effectively stopping your forward motion. “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison.” You were walking just behind Bucky to his right and you watched him cock his head back, his voice taking on a sarcastic tone.

“He did that himself, technically.” Scruff’s face contorted as Bucky talked.

“This better be an unbelievable explana--” Scruff’s voice was cut off by Sam’s hand bumping into his chest.

“Hey, take it easy before it gets weird.” Zemo began talking over the group around him, explaining what was going on. You remained quiet, observing the interaction between Scruff and the Three Musketeers. Clearly, the Three Musketeers did not like him and so you assumed he was the ‘new Cap,’ whatever that means. The group began walking again with Zemo leading the pack.

“Alright good, we’ll move in fast. Take her by surprise.”

“No, I wanna talk to her alone.”

“I’m not losing her again.” Scruff was insistent but so was Sam.

“Look, the person closest to her just died, she’s vulnerable.” The group had stopped walking again, focusing on the conversation. You could see the wheels turning in Hoskin’s head as Sam spoke. Scruff was not having any part of what Sam was suggesting.

“What? No. Wait, no! No. Stop. Hold on. Stop, okay?” Scruff ran ahead in front of the others, stopping the forward motion, once again. “I think we’re way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it.” This was news to you, deciding to stay offline in hopes of remaining under the radar. The back and forth continued until Scruff turned to Bucky.

“You gonna let him do this?” Bucky tilted his head at the man. “Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a Super Soldier alone?”

“He’s dealt with worse. And he’s not my partner.” You knew Bucky was referring to himself in Winter Soldier mode. Your heart hurt for him to have to go through this again with some clueless nobody.

“And last I checked, he’s a grown ass man who makes his own decisions, Scruff.” Your arms crossed over your chest. This had been the first time you spoke since Scruff and Hoskin’s had arrived.

“Who the hell is this?” Scruff pointed at you. “You break her out of prison too?” Sam interjected before you could sass back.

“I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse.” Scruff’s gaze hadn’t left your face. He continued staring at you as he countered Sam’s claim.

“Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea.” Hoskin’s hand came up to rest on Scruff’s shoulder.

“Wait, John. If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try.” Scruff was not happy with Hoskin's agreement to the situation. Scruff said something to Zemo, who mostly ignored him, acknowledging the little girl waiting under an archway. The group began moving toward her and you focused on Bucky.

“Hey, you okay?” He just nodded at you, denying you the pleasure of a verbal response. You’ll take what you can get. Bringing up the rear of the group, you entered the factory type building last. The little girl pointed up some stairs, and Zemo translated. Sam walked up behind the girl, making him way up the stairs as Scruff handcuffed Zemo to a metal contraption.

“You got ten minutes. Then we’re doing things my way.” Scruff yelled after Sam, who darted his eyes at you and Bucky, a silent instruction to the both of you. Scruff rested his weight against a table, holding Steve’s shield in front of him. His breathing became increasingly worrisome, an ode to how stable he was in the moment.

“You aren’t looking so hot over there, Scruff.” Bucky shot you a warning look, but it didn’t deter you. “The government is really harping on you to get this shit contained, aren’t they?” Scruff pushed off the table, bringing the shield around his back. You were leaning against a pillar near Zemo and Scruff made his way over to you. His face was about six inches from yours as he spoke.

“Do you know who I am?” He was trying to intimidate you, which clearly wasn’t working.

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Scruff’s eyes darted over your frame, a look of recognition washing over his features.

“I know who you are.” He glanced at the clock across the room before looking back at you. “I could arrest you right now. Enemy of the State, standing before me right here.”

“We’re not in that state, dumbass. Technically, you don’t have jurisdiction.” The corner of your mouth raised in a smirk as Bucky called your name. You pushed off the pillar behind you to stand next to Bucky, who was leaning against the railing of the stairs.

“Don’t antagonize him, Y/N.” Bucky berated you, to which you shrugged a shoulder. Scruff began pacing back and forth, frustration getting the better of him.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Just sit tight.” Hoskin’s tried to calm Scruff down.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me.” He shot a look at Hoskins, then the clock, then Bucky, making a decision in his head. “I’m goin’ in.” Bucky rose to his full height, not allowing Scruff to get by him. “This is all really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins.” You watched Bucky’s jaw clench, you could see the anger bottling up. “Barnes, your partner needs backup in there.” Bucky was an immovable fortress of solitude. “Do you really want his blood on your hands?” Oh shit.

You watched as Bucky’s resolve faded, allowing Scruff to step around him. Bucky was tired of being the cause of other people’s deaths. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust that Sam could take care of himself, he just didn’t want the burden any longer. He was finally free of being a murder machine, finally able to rinse his hands clean. Scruff knew just which buttons to push to get what he wanted.

Scruff busted into the memorial site, guns blazing. You trailed behind Bucky who was fighting against Hoskin’s to try to reach Scruff. Karli and Sam were previously engaged in peaceful conversation, until Scruff announced that Karli was under arrest. Betrayal laced her features as she looked at Sam, defending herself against Scruff advances. She threw Scruff’s weight into Sam, launching them both into the table behind. Bucky took off after her, chasing her through the halls. You crouched next to Sam, making sure he was okay.

Sam recovered quickly, racing down a different corridor leading to another stairway. You followed close behind, allowing Sam to attempt to navigate the area around you. The two of you eventually went down enough of the wrong corridors, that you met up with an equally confused Bucky. You head perked up at the sound of gunshots somewhere in the building. Not sure who the culprit was you turned to Bucky and Sam, who looked just as panicked.

The three of you retraced your steps to find Scruff standing over a knocked-out Zemo with crushed vials wetting the floor. Scruff tossed a glance back at Hoskins and then one to the three of you on the staircase landing. “What did we miss?” Sam directed his question at Scruff, who didn’t dignify him with an answer. Scruff nodded to Hoskins before walking away from the rest of you.

“Thanks for your help, asshole!” You shouted after him.

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Hauling Zemo’s deadweight back to the safehouse was a job that you and Sam decided Bucky was fit for, being a super soldier and all. Through much complaining and whining on Bucky’s part, he did get him to the safehouse relatively injury free, dumping his body on the couch, jostling Zemo just enough to wake him up. Bucky promptly left the apartment after dropping Zemo off, going to clear his head was the explanation you got as he left.

You huffed, discontent with everything that was going on. You walked to the kitchen, wetting a rag and tossing it at Zemo. “For your head, cover your eyes, it’ll help.” You then popped a few cubes of ice in a glass and poured whiskey over it, handing it to Zemo as well, tapping your temple at him. You went back to the kitchen, jumping onto the counter, letting your legs dangle over the edge. Sam had pulled out a laptop and was typing furiously.

“Were you ever offered it?” You knew Zemo wasn’t talking to you, but to Sam, who hadn’t looked up from the laptop screen. You zoned out of their conversation, trying to decide what Sam was sending Sharon now. “Sam, you can’t hold out hope for Karli.” This made Sam pause and turn to face Zemo, who continued talking. “No matter what you saw in her, she’s gone. And we cannot allow that she and her acolytes become yet another faction of gods amongst real people.” Zemo removed the rag from his eyes, locking gazes with Sam. “Super Soldiers cannot be allowed to exist.”

“Isn’t that how god’s talk?” You interjected, then you asked quietly, “And if that’s how you feel, what about Bucky?” It was a valid concern. “Blood isn’t always the solution.” Bucky waltzed into the apartment, stripping his jacket from his shoulders, giving a perfect view of his two contrasting arms.

“Something’s not right about Walker.”

“You don’t say.” Sam quipped, closing his laptop and facing Bucky.

“Well, I know a crazy when I see one. Because I am crazy.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“Shouldn’t have given him the shield.” Bucky jabbed at Sam, sticking to his guns on this.

“I didn’t give him the shield.” Sam was exasperated in his delivery.

“Well, Steve definitely didn’t.” You turned to Bucky.

“Hey. Back off, Buck.” Bucky was going to say something in reply when the door burst open again. In walked Scruff and Hoskins, all gung-ho about something.

“Alright. That’s it. Let’s go.” He pointed a finger at a now standing Zemo. The whole room began shifting, Sam in front of Scruff, Zemo to the side out of direct view, and Bucky to your other side, glass in hand. “I’m now ordering you to turn him over.” Sam stopped before Scruff, annoyed.

“Let’s be clear, shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth.” You added from your spot on the countertop. Scruff pointed his finger at you.

“And I’m taking her too.” Bucky stepped in front of you, blocking Scruff’s view of you. You placed your hand on his left shoulder, letting him know you were still there.

“I had Karli and you overstepped. He’s actually proven himself useful today. We’re gonna need all hands on deck for whatever’s comin’ next.” Scruff puffed out his chest, attempting to intimidate Sam.

“How do you want this conversation to go Sam, huh?” He stepped back slightly, “Should I put down the shield? Make it fair?” Taking on a condescending tone with Sam, making your brows raise. Suddenly a spear lodged itself in the pillar next to Scruff’s face, all eyes darted towards the woman across the room. Two more warriors walked in, holding spears by their sides and Bucky looked resigned. This was new territory for you, who the fuck are these people? One of the women stepped forward near Scruff. She spoke at Bucky in a language that sounded vaguely familiar to you.

“Release him to us now.” Scruff ignored her instruction, deciding to step towards her, holding his hand out for her to shake.

“Hi. John Walker. Captain America.” You scoffed loudly.

“No, you’re not!” You received a look from Sam at your comment.

“Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk through this, huh?” Sam stepped forward, warning Scruff against tangling with the Dora Milaje.

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.”

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.” Your hand balled into a fist, quickly covering your mouth.

“That’s a burn, Scruff!” You yelled like the little shit you are.

“Y/N! Cut it out.” Sam snapped. Scruff, for some reason, thought it was a good idea to place hands on the Dora he was speaking to. She quickly brought her spear up to force his hand off her shoulder, then bringing it downward into the back of his knee and finally bouncing it off of the front of his helmet. She launched her foot into his chest while he was dazed, sending him backward into the spear behind him and face planting on the ground below. Scruff recovered quickly, sliding his arm into the straps of the shield to protect himself from the spear coming at his body.

The three warriors began fighting with Scruff and Hoskins, much to yours and Bucky’s delight. Sam backed up to stand next to Bucky, who crossed his arms over his chest. Sam looked at Bucky.

“We should do something.” You had just barely heard Sam say it when you and Bucky yelled at the same time.

“Looking strong, John!” “You’re doing great, sweetie!” Bucky gave you a look at your term of endearment, not understanding that it was a patronizing use of the word. The warrior battling Scruff was about to drive her spear into him, until Bucky gripped the handle, stopping her attack.

“Ayo!” Bucky yelled at her. “Ayo! Let’s talk about this!” Ayo had effectively yanked Bucky towards her body, then throwing him backwards. Sam stopped another warriors spear before it drove into a downed Hoskins. The last warrior threw her spear at Scruff, trapping the shield against the table. She began her approach to him and Sam yelled your name to help him.

You got down with a groan, unhappy that you had to save this asshat. All movement was stopped when you heard a metallic thud against the floor. Your head snapped to a now one armed Bucky, his vibranium arm laying on the ground. You released an audible gasp as Ayo walked away from Bucky, his blue eyes wide. Everything around you faded as you watched a broken Bucky, kneel to pick up his metal appendage. Your eyes flicked to Sam, who was just as shocked as you.

“Did you know they could do that?” Sam gestured to Bucky’s immobile arm.

“No.” He swung his arm around once to restart the systems. You heard Hoskins checking on Scruff’s wounded ego, but that didn’t matter to you.

“Bucky. Are you okay?” He avoided your question, grabbing his jacket and telling Sam that Zemo had gotten away. You held your arms out in front of you, what the fuck? Are you the enemy now? You followed after them, not sure where you were going. You got closer to Bucky, grabbing his left arm and yanking him back to you, making his attention be on you for a second or two. “I’m talking to you, dickwad.” His eyes hardened as you continued. “I don’t know what the fuck just happened back there, I’m assuming that has to do with you not being the Soldier anymore. I don’t really care. What I care about is if you’re okay or not.” You stopped walking, still holding his arm.

“What do you want from me, Y/N?” Bucky inquired.

“I want you to fucking talk to me. I’m here for you to unload on.” His brows scrunched and you realized what you said. “Oh my god, not like that, sicko. Well, I mean--”

“Y/N.” Bucky smiled at your humor.

“There, see? How hard was it for you to smile. Just talk to me. I’m making sure you’re okay. Don’t shut down, I hate it when people do that.” Bucky went to say something else when the both of your attentions shifted to a concerned Sam.

“She said what?” A pause, “Right. Hold on, hold on. I know, I know.” He sighed loudly, “Listen, pack an overnight bag and take the boys.” He tried to calm the other person down. You began walking again, Bucky asking quietly.

“What happened?” Sam dropped the phone to his collarbone.

“Karli called Sarah. She threatened my nephews.” Bringing it back up to his ear, he continued. “Go somewhere safe. Only pay cash, alright? Let me know when you get there.” You turned your attention to your surroundings. The bland streets offered little to no security, but they did give too many vantage points to count. “She wants me to come alone.”

“I’m coming with you.” Bucky fired back, not changing his mind about this one.

“Yay, more friends. She’ll love that. Where we going now?”

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You’ve never seen Sam as mad as he was when he walked into that building. Although you weren’t sure if it was anger or if it was betrayal that he was displaying as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. “You called my sister? That’s how we’re gonna play this?”

“Sam, I would never hurt her. I just wanted to understand you better.” Her accent shone through with every word. You could tell that she didn’t want to hurt you. Her demeanor was relaxed, her guard was up, but she was being civil, almost like a politician. You were good at analyzing the people around you, so when Karli mentioned Sam and Bucky just being tools she really meant it. She wasn’t interested in hurting people she deemed innocent.

“Hey, Sam, new Cap is moving, looks like he’s found them, or maybe they found him.” Sharon’s voice snapped you back to reality. The two of you hadn’t spoken since you left Madripoor.

“Scruff’s coming, guys and you know it’s not going to be pretty when he does.” Bucky jumped over the ledge and Karli followed suit. Jumping into Bucky, slamming his body into the post. You ran alongside Bucky to the location Sam had sent to your phone. By the time that you had gotten to the building where Scruff was, you had lost Bucky. Taking an entrance that was already knocked open you heard gunshots from a few floors above you. With your gun raised, you scanned the room for any friendlies.

“Y/N, you’re about to come up on Hoskins. He’s not moving, may need an assist.” Your brows furrowed as you entered the room cautiously.

“How the hell do you know that, Shar? How did you get access to satellites?” You questioned as you approached a tied-up Hoskins. “Need some help, Battlestar?”

“I totally had that.” He said as your knife snapped the zip tie around his wrists.

“Yeah, yeah.” You held your hand out, hauling him to his feet. “It’s okay to be the damsel, ya know?” He shook his head at you, not engaging in your hilarious banter. “Jeez, who pissed in your Cheerios.” You shoved your knife back into your thigh holster, leading the way to where the others were.

When you walked in, Bucky had just caught a knife that Scruff had so deflected. He twirled the object in his right hand, ready to defend against the Flag Smasher attacking him. Their fight was quick and ended with the Smasher on their back, the knife Bucky was holding embedded in the floor inches away from their face. You jumped in, helping Sam fend off another Smasher when suddenly Bucky’s fist flew by your face.

“You’re welcome.” He darted off to deal with the others. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Scruff being held by a Smasher and Karli coming with a knife in hand. You started towards her to stop her, until you saw Hoskins attack from her other side. He tackled her to the ground, Karli bounced back quicker than Hoskins, allowing her to throw a punch at Hoskins. Your jaw dropped as you watched his body fly into the concrete mainstay behind him. His whole body slackened and Karli stood in shock.

Scruff was struggling in his captors hold, thrashing about to get to Hoskins. Once he was free, he shook Hoskins and pushed his fingers against his neck, checking for a pulse. “Hey, hey. Hey. Lemar!” You stood silent in between Bucky and Sam, unsure of what to do. It wasn’t until Scruff stood again that you knew what he was going to do. He had a half-second head start, but it was long enough that he was able to reach the Samsher that was holding him back before you could reach Scruff.

You had to push through the crowd to see what was happening. The Smasher had his hands protecting his face against the slam of the Captain America shield that was being hammered into him. You gasped and had to turn your face into Bucky’s shoulder. This is not happening, but it was.

And the whole world saw it too.

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The next time you saw Scruff was in an abandoned warehouse. He was talking to himself, yelling about different things. If you weren’t sure before, you definitely were now. John Walker had taken the serum and it was enhancing all the wrong things. Scruff was kneeling, resting his hands on the bloodied shield before him. You were on Sam’s right when Scruff walked up to you.

“You guys should see a medic. You don’t look too good.” He paced in front of the three of you. “You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Bucky’s voice remained calm. “Don’t go down that road. Believe me, it doesn’t end well.” Scruff sent Bucky a disgusted look.

“I’m not like you.”

“You convincing yourself or us, Scruff?” You recognize that this probably isn’t the time to pull his strings but he wasn’t thinking clearly anyway.

“Listen, it was the heat of battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” Scruff never stopped pacing, his hand flexing in the shield.

“You gotta give Sam the shield, Scruff.” He stopped pacing and turned to you, getting a little close for comfort.

“Oh, so that’s what this is.” He leaned forward, “You almost got me.” His index finger jabbed into your chest then rested there as he spoke. “You don’t wanna do this.”

“Yeah, we do.” Came Bucky’s reply before all hell broke loose. Bucky and Sam rushed Scruff, fighting for a way to get the shield from him. Scruff sent Sam flying backwards with a swift kick to the stomach. This gave you the room you needed to launch yourself onto his shoulders, attempting to flip him using his own body weight and your momentum. Your move distracted him enough that Bucky got a few decent hits in, but it really just served to piss him off further. He whipped one arm around, gripping the waistband of your jeans and dumping your weight off his shoulders. He threw you into a wooden shipping container, knocking all of the air out of your lungs.

You watch, as you lay there gasping, Bucky get beat to his knees by Scruff and Scruff’s attention is turned by Sam flipping in the air, kicking the shield to the side. You rose to your feet, readying yourself for the opportune moment. Once you found it, you flung yourself at Scruff, sending the both of you to the ground and the shield away from the both of you. You resituated yourself to straddle his stomach, this position didn’t last long because he flipped the both of you. Slamming your back against the ground, he gripped your wrists, yanking them way up high causing you to groan out at the stretch. He released you but not before delivering a swift punch to your cheek.

Your vision blurred, but you could make out Bucky going head to head with Scruff again. Scruff threw the shield at Bucky after kicking him into a lift. Luckily, Bucky was able to catch the shield and shift it to his own arm before Scruff attacked him again. Scruff pressed the shield tight against Bucky’s body, then began speaking to him.

“Why are you making me do this?” You and Sam shared a look then watched as Scruff tossed Bucky clear across the room into an electrical outlet, short circuiting his arm. Sam flew at Scruff, trying to catch him off guard. He was unsuccessful in his efforts, ending with Sam facing Scruff as you crouched in Scruff’s six.

“This isn’t you, John.” Sam began trying to reason with him. He is who is way past reasoning, not Karli. Scruff’s head tilted as he spoke in that condescending tone again.

“We could’ve been a team.” Sam didn’t say anything. He deployed his wings, flying past Scruff and sending a small grappling hook to try and take the shield. Scruff flipped through the air, then braced himself against one of the lifts. You came up from behind him and tackled him off the lift, sending Sam to the ground as well. As you landed, you hit your head on a piece of broken concrete, disorienting you. The shield was out of Scruff’s hands, and he wasn’t happy about that. They both dove for the shield but Scruff managed to get to Sam first, landing on top of Sam.

“I am Captain America.” Scruff grunted out as he ripped Sam’s wings from his suit. You watch in horror as Scruff holds the shield, ready to give Sam a face lift. Bucky knocked Scruff off just before he could land his hit. Scruff had pinned Bucky to the ground after driving Bucky’s head into the side of the shield. You hauled yourself to your feet again, wrapping your arm around Scruff’s neck, hindering his movement. Sam came from the front, delivering a harsh blow to Scruff’s face. You continued to hold your chokehold as Bucky and Sam pried the shield off his arm. You heard a sickening crack as Sam withdrew from the hoe down. Bucky rose to his feet and spit out the blood collecting in his mouth, reaching out his hand for you to take.

You walked over to Sam, you hoped that would be the end of it all. Lo and behold though, Scruff got up yet again. “It’s mine.” He growled possessively, starting towards Bucky again. Bucky ducked lifting Scruff over his shoulder and Sam threw his whole body weight into Scruff who was dangling off to the side of Bucky. The three of them laid on the floor, bloodied and sweaty as you stood over them.

Bucky rose to his knees, the shield in front of him and he used the leverage of it to stand fully. He dropped it next to Sam, pausing for a few seconds and then walking away completely. You stood next to Scruff, in disbelief. “This just got a whole lot more complicated didn’t it, Sam?” He didn’t reply to you, but you watched as he tried to wipe the blood off the outer rings of the shield.

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You stood outside the building where Donya’s funeral was held, listening to Sam talk to someone else named Torres. Bucky had walked right past you, not a word said. He was shutting down and running away, at least that’s what it looked like. You wouldn’t know because the whore wouldn’t talk to you. You sat down on the stairs, head in your hands frustrated about what was going on. Your phone began buzzing in your pocket, so you took it out ready to deny the call, until you saw who it was.

“Shar.” You sighed into the phone speaker.

“Y/N. How’s it going?” You could hear the smugness lacing her tone.

“Alright, just get it over with. Tell me that you told me so, just make it quick.” She scoffed.

“I mean, I did tell you so, but now I don’t want to tell you that I did.” You laughed at her.

“You realize you just did, though?” You sense that she was smiling.

“What happened?” Her tone switched into a serious one on a dime.

“Walker took the serum, went batshit, killed a Flag Smasher, and then beat the shit out of Sam, Bucky and me in order to keep his precious shield because he ‘is Captain America.’” Your voice morphed to imitate Scruff.

“Well, that was bound to happen sometime. He’s all over the place.” You nodded, pulling the phone away from your ear and switching to speakerphone so you could talk and scroll through Twitter.

“He’s already trending. Captain America Kills Innocent Man, what a great headline. You know the worst part about all of this, Shar?” You switched the speakerphone off, bringing it back to your ear. “I don’t even think that Karli is in the wrong here. She’s doing what she’s doing for good reason, she’s just doing a shit job of getting her point across.”

“Yeah, well she’s becoming a pain in everyone’s asses, so that puts her on everyone’s shit list.” Sharon took a deep breath before continuing. “You need to get out of there. I know you’re not technically in the States, or alive, but you know how the government is. They’ll find a way to get you, if they want you.” She was lecturing you out of love, you knew, but it was frustrating for you still.

“Can you not trust that I know what I’m doing?” A grunt released from her end of the phone. “No, seriously Shar. We grew up the same, went through all the same training, what makes you know so much better than me?” Deep down, you knew that wasn’t what she meant, but you had always felt second best when it came to Sharon.

“It’s not that you don’t know what you’re doing.” She sighed heavily. “It’s that you were gone for five years and things have changed. Governments have become stricter and you don’t understand that they aren’t the same as they were.” You remained quiet, expecting her to say something else. “That’s why it’s good you have me because I know how they work.”

“You know how they work, do you?” You were fed up with her. “Then explain to me how you have access to satellites, Sharon. That’s not something that you just happen upon.” Your tone was accusatory. “Are you working for the Power Broker behind my back?” You heard a sharp intake of air on her end. “I swear to God, Sharon. We promised each other we wouldn’t work for that asswipe. He’s involved in too much bad shit. If the US government were to ever find out that we were working for the Power Broker, they wouldn’t grant us pardons, Shar. Did you fuck this up for us?”

“I didn’t fuck anything up and you need to check your tone when you’re talking to me.” Your brows shot to your hairline.

“The fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me. We need to work this shit out. I didn’t fuck anything up and neither will you if you come back to Madripoor right now.” You were shocked, Sharon had never talked like this to you.

“I really don’t think I would be comfortable being somewhere that I’m clearly not welcome anymore, so I’m going to stick with what I know.” Sharon began backtracking as you resigned yourself to being on your own for the first time in forever. “Goodbye, Sharon.” You ended the call and shoved your phone into the pocket of your jeans.

You dropped your head into your hands in defeat. Being on your own was daunting and you weren’t sure how Sharon survived without you well enough to grow your business all on her own. You tried to think of your next move, deciding that sticking with Sam would be your best bet. He’s the easiest to guess where he’s going since Bucky has been mentally MIA towards you.

You recalled Sam mentioning his sister and nephews, thinking he would go there to check on them. You hauled yourself out of your slump and to Zemo’s apartment to collect your things before going. You were going all in if you were going to do this, so why the fuck not?

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every road leads back to you ; john b routledge

summary: after running from the cops, john b finds himself at his ex’s door, needing her help

pairing: john b routledge x fem!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of season one finale, lil’ bit of angst

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Your (mum/dad) had always tried to instill in you the idea that once someone was out of your life then that was it, they were meant to be gone and you wouldn’t need to see them again. It was always unclear why they told you this, maybe it was to try and minimise the pain you felt when someone left but it never worked because, as much as you didn’t want, you got attached to people, easily.

You had met John B. when you started middle school. Your parents had decided to move on a whim, in the middle of the school year so starting a new school in the middle of the year was unbelievably nerve-wracking.

With your backpack slung over your shoulders, you had wandered through the halls of your new school. Your number one fear: not making any friends. That was instantly quelled when an excitable blonde boy had bounded up to you, with a slightly taller, brunette boy following close behind him.

“Hi! I’m JJ!” He grinned from ear to ear. “This is John B.”

“I’m Y/N,” You said, waving nervously and shuffling from foot to foot. “Do you know where I go for Miss Tutweiler?”

JJ whipped around to face his friend. “I don’t but he does.”

John B nodded and smiled, still without saying a word.

“I gotta go, my mom’s picking me up early, see ya!” JJ took off down the hallway, leaving you alone with John B.

There weren’t many words exchanged as you walked to class together, but when you entered the classroom, John B. grabbed your hand and pulled you to sit in the desk next to his, glaring at anyone that tried to make you move.

What began as a hesitant friendship engineered by JJ eventually became a long-lasting relationship. Until John B, one day, out of nowhere, decided that he was done and broke up with you.

“I need your help.”

Which is why when he showed up at your doorstep, unannounced and uninvited, with a gaggle of teenagers behind him, you were shocked and more than a little bit wary. You looked over his shoulder to take a note of the people with him. You instantly recognised JJ Maybank, his grin was still as infectious, and Pope Heyward, who had joined your little gang a short while after you. You didn’t recognise either of the girls with them, though one of them definitely seemed to have come from the richer side of the island you grew up on.

Taking a deep breath, you moved to the side and opened the door wider, just enough for them all to walk through, into your apartment, before closing the door behind them. They awkwardly shuffled around for a few seconds before you led them through to the living room and let them find a seat as you collected your thoughts.

“So,” You said, sitting on the arm on the couch, shooting John B a tight-lipped smile, fixing him with a cold glare that sent shivers down all of their spines. Besides John B, JJ was the only one that knew how bad your temper could get. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here and why you’ve dragged the scooby doo gang along or am I gonna have to guess?”

The silence was almost deafening and the others watched in amusement as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to form the words that could begin to explain their situation.

You glanced around at the others. JJ was sitting on the loveseat in the corner of the room, along with another boy dressed in a Pelican Marino shirt, looking extremely uncomfortable and out of place. On the couch next to where you sat, there was a blonde girl sitting with her legs thrown over the lap of another girl that was looking between you and John B, you could tell she was trying to suss you out.

“It’s really complicated,” The blonde girl said, meeting your gaze. “I’m Sarah, it’s a long and , kind of, unbelievable story but we really need a place to stay for a while.”

John B felt like flinching when your eyes flickered back to him, after nodding at Sarah. His eyes were wide and looked like the epitome of a deer caught in headlights, stuffing his hands into the pockets of shorts. “That’s Pope and Kie.”

The tension in the room was broken by JJ, who gazes had been glancing around the room. “Woah!” He exclaimed, with a chuckle, gesturing to the machine in the corner of the room. “Is that a Robotron?”

You let out a low chuckle at his enthusiasm. “Yeah, it’s my roommates, we still need to set it up though.”

It was lost to you what they could’ve done or gotten involved in that they would’ve needed to hide out with you. From what you can remember, JJ had never had any plans to leave town.

“Soda?” You offered, wandering into the connecting kitchen. JJ nodded and smiled when you passed a bottle over to him, throwing one into Pope’s lap as well.

Kiara, or Kie, was still looking around your apartment, approvingly and almost enviously. “Why did you leave?” She blurted out when she met your eyes.

“Kie,” John B. hissed at her before his eyes met yours once again. “I’m sorry, Y/N/N.”

“It’s alright,” You laughed. “I needed a fresh and I didn’t really have anything holding me back so why not? Anyways, you guys mind giving a little more info? I’m gonna need to know more before I agree to let you stay.”

No one but Kiara and John B were able to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing to worry about,” Kiara insisted. “We’ve got it handled.”

“Give the fact that you showed up here at about,” You paused to quickly glance down at your phone, flashing the screen on to show the time. “Four o’clock in the morning makes me think that you don’t actually have it handled but I guess I could be wrong.”

“Y/N/N-” John B. stumbled over his words, attempting to diffuse the potential argument. If there was one thing he knew you and Kiara had in common, it was that you were both very headstrong and stubborn people.

You shot a glare at him. “I’ll get to you, Routledge, don’t think I won’t.”

Turning back to face Kiara, you noticed that Sarah was running her hands up and down the girl’s legs, in an attempt to calm and soothe her. You smiled at the sight, at least they had each other. “The truth is,” You began. “I don’t know you and you don’t know me but I’m willing to bet that one, you’re a lot smarter than this idiot is,” Pointing towards John B. “and that you didn’t let him drag you here in the middle of night for me to play a guessing game.”

“So,” You continued. “And I mean this in the nicest possible way, either give me more or get out.”

JJ piped up. “Basically everyone thinks that John B. killed someone and now he’s on the run. I wasn’t gonna let him go off on his own and get himself caught.”

“And I wasn’t letting John B get himself caught or let JJ get himself killed,” Pope explained, placing his empty bottle on the coffee table in front of where he sat with the blonde. “Didn’t exactly think it through though.”

“Then Kie didn’t want them to be separated,” Sarah said, filling in the last piece. “And with her gone, I didn’t really have anything keeping me there so here we are.”

“Alright,” You nodded, taking a deep breath. “We’re getting somewhere, kind of. My room’s down the hall, to the left, you girls can take the bed in there. Pope and JJ, that couch pulls out into a bed, you can take that one for the night. And, Routledge, you’ll have to be in with me, I guess. Everyone get a few hours and we’ll try and figure something out in the morning.”

Sarah pushed Kiara’s legs off her own and pulled up off the couch and down the hallway into your bedroom. You grabbed John B’s hand and started pulling him down the same hallway, after turning back to check on the boys. “You’re alright sorting the couch out, right?”

Pope nodded. “How hard can it be?”

When you entered your roommate’s bedroom, you threw yourself down to sit in the bed, leaning backwards, rolling your stiff neck, and crossing your arms over your chest, resting your gaze on your ex-boyfriend, who sat at the desk, opposite the bed.

“Hey, Y/N/N.” He drew out, his shoulders hunched, his hands running up and down his thighs nervously.

You pursed your lips, clenching and unclenching your fists into tight balls, your nails marking your skin with crescent shapes. “Are you naturally this much of a rage-inducing dumbass or do you have to work at it?”

“Thanks for this.”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You unclenched your hands, moving your gaze and focusing on a spot on the wall just above John B’s head.

His shoulders slumped down. “I know.”

“Seriously, how the fuck did all of this happen?”

John B took a deep breath, leaning his head back to gaze up at the ceiling. “We were trying to find this gold but so was Ward, Sarah’s dad, and it got so fucked up and there was some shit about my dad and then Peterkin died, then there were wanted posters with my face on them and I had to run.”

Complete and utter silence enveloped the room as John B’s voice trailed off, neither of you saying anything or knowing what to say. The silence was shattered by a loud crash that came from down the hall, making you both jump in surprise. John B quickly jumped up and moved in front of you, arms stretching across to try and cover you from harm.

You scoffed, pushing him out of the way before walking down the hallway, towards the noise.

When you came to the end of the hallway, you found JJ, laying on the floor with a goofy grin on his face, and Pope, standing above him, shaking his head, smiling down at the boy. “The dumbass fell.”

Your head tilted to the side, didn’t look like JJ had changed a bit since you’d known him, and you definitely weren’t complaining. “Is the couch gonna be alright?”

They both nodded, Pope reaching a hand out to pull JJ up from the floor, both of them erupting in laughter once again.

John B. leant against the wall opposite from where you stood, smirking at them. The smile slowly slipped from his lips when he noticed your eyes on his. “I didn’t mean for them to get mixed up in this, I just wanted it, so badly.”

“I know, Johnny.” You whispered into the air between you.

“I really miss you, ya know.”

“John.”

“I do.”

“You dumped me, John B,” You snapped, waving your arms in his direction. “Out of nowhere, no warning, no explanation, just nothing. Do you have any idea what that did to me? You weren’t just my boyfriend, you were my best friend and it was like I meant absolutely jack-shit to you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to but I started freaking out, I was already on edge about my dad and then JJ kept making jokes and saying stuff about how we’d probably end up getting engaged soon enough and it freaked me out.

“You could’ve talked to me, you should’ve talked to me, anything would’ve been better than throwing me away like yesterday’s trash.”

“I know,” He conceded. “Maybe we could start over? It’s not just me that’s missed you either. JJ mentioned a least every couple weeks how much he misses surfing with you, no one else can keep up, apparently.”

You chewed on your bottom lip as you considered his words. “After we get this whole mess sorted, I’ll think about it.”

John B let a smile spread across his face. He could sense that it was the last thing you would say or hear on the subject for the time being but it was much better than any other outcome that he had imagined happening.

As you both walked back towards your bed for the night, he allowed himself to dream of a time that he got to be at home with you, like he used to be.

#outer banks imagine #obx imagine #john b routledge imagine #john b routledge x reader #daydreams 💭

[saltyhuntress]

► ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀɴ ꜱᴀʙᴏᴛᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜꜱ

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?!"

Unusually big wave of anger that hovered over you destroyed any ounce of patience that you had, so you didn't even try to take this argument to another room, making Sam feel incredibly uncomfortable. Although by the look on his face he was more amused by the gut it took you to finally call Dean out. Seemed like trying to make the older Winchester take you seriously woke up that little, shy girl again. But not this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Dean lied and shrugged, reaching over for his beer and going back to research, trying to play it "cool" which he sucked at in this particular moment. 

"You know damn well what I'm talking about!" You gave him a stern look, scowling in anger, but also feeling profound confusion. This one time you couldn't get what he was trying to accomplish and it annoyed the crap out of you. "So for the past few months, every single time that I thought I was some freak that every guy was going to dump eventually... It was all you?! Do you realize how fucking messed up this is?!"

"Hey! I was helping! Well, trying..." He finally locked his eyes in you, trying to play offended but so clearly looked guilty. Playing dumb would be a better move, he thought. But it was too late. 

"Helping me how, exactly?"

"By saving you from dating dicks!"

"Oh, so you're the expert now, huh? So who does the great Dean Winchester think I should date? Sure as hell not a single man outside this bunker, I presume?"

"Do I look like a friggin' matchmaker to you?" He stood up, towering above you, but somehow feeling small under the look that you gave him. He stepped over the line, he realized that. As much as he wanted to believe that it was for your own good, it was a dick move. But the thought of you being out there with someone who he knew for sure didn't deserve you... He just couldn't let it happen. On top of that, admitting that he didn't want to see you with anyone other than him seemed silly and stupid. It wasn't good enough reason to invade your personal life. Dean always felt (and it hurt him to do it) that you only saw him as a big brother, a close friend, nothing more. So protecting you in any way possible was his priority.

"One of these days we're gonna find you all tied up in an abandoned building after your "date" and that's when I'll hear the "thank you" that you owe me." He didn't sound angry. It was merely a reflex, fighting back the mixed feelings you always woke in him by your very presence. He gave you a long look, making your cheeks feel hot, blushing, and then left the room hurriedly. You watched him go silently, feeling a little guilty for all the yelling. but also knowing that he deserved it. You heaved a heavy sigh as you fell down into his chair, still  drilling the space in the hall that he was in seconds ago. Idiot, you thought, but didn't know who this was addressed to.

You moved your attention to Sam, who was looking at you with what looked like pity. It made the anger spark again. "Did you know anything about this?" You were already worked up, but Sam knew how to handle you. You saw a little smirk on his face, when he shot both hands up in surrender.

"I had no idea, Y/N. Really."

And you believed him. He was entitled. He knew you way too well, that sometimes it scared you, but also brought great comfort. Sometimes it seemed that Sam understood you better than you.

You looked sadly back at the hall. "I don't get it." You exhaled heavily.

"What?"

"Turns out it was him." You looked at Sam drearily. "He sabotaged any chance for me to have a relationship with anyone. You'd think that maybe he's jealous, maybe he's preparing to do something, but then he does this. It's been so long..." You went silent for a moment, and Sam felt that you felt not only wronged. Hurt. He leaned in in his chair, trying to follow your trail of thought, his wrinkles of worry appearing on his forehead. "Am I just flattering myself by thinking there's even a chance, that he's... that he even considers me?"

Sam gave you a sad smile, moving his gaze to the hall, that you were piercing with your eyes. He was staring blindly, suppressing the want to just spill it all and finally stop watching the two people that he loved most chasing their tails. Of course he knew you liked Dean, he'd known for a long time, even before you decided to tell him yourself. He was the one seeing your eyes locked on him when he wasn't watching. Sam actually thought that, and even you didn't realize that yet, you were actually in love. 

He was also the one trying to convince Dean to make a move already, when you finally decided to move on and try dating. He also kept his promise to you to keep everything a secret. It was becoming exhausting for him, since both of you were so unbelievably blind and stubborn to see that the solution to your love problems was pretty simple.

But he gave you and Dean his word. So no matter how annoying it was, he intended on keeping it.

"Would knowing the answer make you feel differently about him?" He asked, watching you thinking it over for a minute.

"No." You whispered. It didn't take you too long. Nothing could possibly change the way you felt about him. "I would just be happier to know, if I should even hope."

"I know." He muttered, with a sad smile, trying to imagine what it would be like if the both of you just cut the crap and were together. But seeing all this tonight, he braced himself for a longer journey. "By the way, how did you find out? About the sabotaging."

You scoffed and looked down at your hands. "Umm... The last date called me up, while I was at the gas'n'sip. Said that-- that he had fallen in love with me and didn't care about, quote, 'his kneecaps being torn out of his legs and shoved up his...'." Sam let out a laugh. "Sounded like someone I know."

You couldn't help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. Sam seemed even more amused know, his eyes lighting up.

"So?" He asked, intrigued.

"What?"

"What'd you say?"

"I--I'm ghosting him." 

Sam scoffed , his face brightening with evergrowing smile. "Why? He sounds nice." He teased you.

"'Cause I'm more into sabotaging my life outside of their general vicinity kind of guys. Also flannels are a must." You finally let out a laugh, feeling all the anger flowing out of your body, Sam watching you with warmth growing inside. 

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural one shot #dean x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural imagine

[sweetestlamb]

Jealous, My Ass

Genre- Is raunchy gutter filth a genre? Because that’s what this is. 

Pairing-  Ko-Mun Yeong/ Moon Gang-Tae

Warnings- See the genre. If you are an innocent lamb this is not for you. Also I am 100% a feminist (pussy power af) but I will be using some tropes and such I am only human y’all.  Jealous hottie is hot. I also haven’t written anything in years so you know, be kind. I just couldn’t get them out of my head. 

Summary: Gang-Tae is definitely not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit. 

Bring home food. I’m hungry!

Mun-Yeong delicately presses send on her phone and flips it shut, falling back onto the vibrant red couch with a sigh. She sees the small seen on her phone screen notifying that Gang-Tae has received her message and impatiently waits for his reply. Seconds, turn to minutes and no reply comes and she feels her stomach twist in annoyance. Why isn’t he answering her? How dare he? Could he be busy? Why read her message only to ignore it? 

She picks up her phone intending to ask him all those questions, when the little voice inside her head that always tells her the worst possible answers whispers “He doesn’t want you. You bother him and he only helps you because he feels bad for you. You’re a BURDEN!” She stands up and tries to physically shake off the those gut-wrenching thoughts- mind flashing back to all the times that the prince in question has saved her. 

Riding in on his metal stead in torrential rain. Only to try to dump her back home. 

Twisting the fingers of that politician’s son has he tried to slap her. Then walking away and leaving her on the sidewalk after ripping her to shreds. 

Calling her an empty can. He had apologized for that but just like she told him bad memories had a way of wedging themselves in your heart and not easily coming out. 

Taking that two-faced bitch’s side and telling her that she didn’t own him. Her feelings have changed since she made that claim to Joo-Ri that he was always hers. He was still just a pretty thing then. Now he’s..... more. And his dismissal now hurts more than before. He knows things about her that she has never uttered to anyone. He has seen her in situations that no one else ever has. Not even Sang-In. But she knows that he is also an expert at turning this feelings off. Unlike him, she wears her heart on the tip of her knife. It’s a bloody, messy thing. Locked up for so long that now it just leaks all over him. 

Her phones finally vibrates with his answer and she tries not jump but her stupid body has been betraying her ever since he crashed into her life. 

She picks up her phone and flips it only, eyes scanning when she sees his reply- No. She stares at the phone in disbelief and anger and- “He doesn’t want you. Nobody could love a monster like you!” This time she can’t ignore her mother’s screeching voice in her mind, sledge hammering into her confidence until it shatters under the pressure. That is the entirety of his response and she sits quietly on the couch feeling like an empty husk. Only years of rejections- him being one of the first- stops her tears from falling. Being around him has made her weak, she desperately forces herself to will her armor back up. She knows she has failed when her phone vibrates and her first thought is please be him. 

It isn’t.

A number she doesn’t know pops up on her screen with a message- It was such a pleasure to see you today. I would love to take you out for dinner tonight. Are you free? 

Coffee shop guy. 

She doesn’t think about her answer before replying that’s another thing she started doing since meeting him and look just where that has gotten her. After replying she swipes up the stairs,  dressing down bellowing behind her. She will not be weak. Plus, she’s fucking hungry. 

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Gang- Tae stares down at his phone in shock, genuinely surprised that she hasn’t said anything to retort to his short answer. She hates when he replies with only one word and usually follows those messages up with messages demanding more. She always demands everything he has. And then some. 

He lov--- No. Stop. His heart  burns in not jealousy remembering how she sized up that not handsome punk at the coffee shop. Gazing at him like he was something to be conquered and then shoving his hand on her perfect little waist. He scoffs recalling her admission that she was like Sang-Tae and only he could touch her only to then place a stranger’s hand on hi-her waist. 

It’s not until Cha-Young walks in carefree as if he works in an ice cream parlor and not a psychiatric ward that he realizes that he is standing shirtless, gripping his shirt tightly between his fingers. He had become distracted after receiving her message demanding that he bring food. He wanted to give her the food, give her anything she wanted really. It scared him to hell. It wasn’t until he saw the smug smile and hungry stare in  someone else’s eyes looking at her that he realized that maybe he wasn’t what she wanted anymore. 

The way she had whispered “CEO” reminded him that despite what he had screamed at her idiot manager in the parking lot she was a celebrity.  People wanted her. Men who had way more to offer and were’t terrified of taking what she was offering. She was so beautiful it made his jaw clench in frustration and her haircut only made her more beautiful, it was obscene and unfair. Her hair brushed against her define features and made her already long neck- look like it was never-ending. 

“Gang-Tae. Hey, Gang-Tae! Are you listening? What the hell?” 

Cha-Young’s voice broke him free from his internal suffering. He quickly put on his uniform shirt and turned his head, repressing all this emotions until his face was a blank slate. 

“They need your help carrying a new patient. So stop checking yourself out, you narcissist!” He grabbed what looked like a candy bar before leaving to do whatever he thought constituted as doing work. 

With a sigh he slammed his locker shut and left the room. Emotions warring in his mind but he knew from years of practice that none of them showed on his face.  Today was going to be a long day. 

It was a long day. Stubborn patients, lazy coworkers and he could feel Joo-Ri’s gaze on him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. It all made him eager to leave, he only spared a smile imagining Mun-Yeong’s anger if she were here to see it happen. He was always mine. She was so possessive of him and he didn’t know yet how he felt about it. 

He drove home, not knowing which Mun-Yeong he would get after refusing her and not getting anymore messages from her prior to that. He sighed in relief knowing that her violent tendencies were spared when it came to him. Unless she was violently teasing him until he felt like his skin might combust from the embarrassment and.....lust. He didn’t know how to react around her she made him feel things that he had told himself years ago, he wasn’t allowed to feel.

While others were sharing secret kisses and going on dates, he was learning how to care for his brother. He couldn't abandon him for such trivial things. Eventually girls realized that he wasn’t playing hard to get, there was no getting. Then they stopped. No more coy looks from under lashes, no more pink cheeks and school girl giggles. They moved onto boys that could give them what they wanted. 

His plan had worked. 

Until Mun-Yeong. She was persistent and his desire for her too made it hard to keep pushing her way. Her full lips called out to him, they both had a habit for grabbing the others wrist and her wrist felt so small and delicate in his hand. One good pull and she would come tumbling into this arms and he could see if her bubble-gum pink lips were as sweet as they looked. 

The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reprieve- that seemed to be happening to him a lot today. And like a manifestation of his own thoughts there she was, and fuck she looked hot. Unbelievably hot. 

He had never seen her in jeans before and the denim stretched  down her long legs, hugging her petite curves in all the right wrong ways. A black crop top wrapped around her flat stomach and made her breasts look full, small but a perfect handful. Her shoes were the flashiest part of her outfit, red stiletto heels with a heel that looked like it could kill a man. Her hair was wet and tousled for a perfect messy bedhead look. 

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Her heels clicked as she started moving down the stairs, why was she moving in slow motion? 

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth has she walked up to him. She stopped a few paces from him, not coming into his personal space like she normally would. When their eyes met the same lighting that always sparked between them, lit up but unlike the other times when she would move into his space like the big bad wolf. Her face was passive and she looked down at the keys in his hands. 

“Give me the car keys” she said in that ridiculously sexy deep voice. He willed himself not to get hard, thinking about the patient that threw up on him to stop the blood from rushing down below. Up close he realized that her makeup was heavier than usual too. Dark smoky eyes with a winged liner as sharp as the knives she loved to collect and blood-red lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing and smearing that lipstick everywhere. 

As he stood there fantasizing about her as she stood there, he took a deep inhale of breath as she finally moved into his bubble but she was gone as quickly as she came. Snatching the keys from his slack hands. 

She stepped around him and made to open the car door he had only just closed and he realized she did not intend to say anything more to him. 

“Where are you going?” he asked his voice coarse with desire, she smelled amazing up close. Like cinnamon and something spicy that was irrefutably her. 

She ignored him and opened the car door. His arm shot out and slammed it shut before his brain registered it planned to do that. It was minute but her small body jolted from the force that he used. He felt guilt for a second, he didn’t mean to scare her. He reached out to soothe her but before his hand could make contact, she backed up moving away from his touch for the first time ever. 

“What’s wrong? Tell me where you’re going dressed like that.” He mentally celebrated when he saw her passive mask drop and righteous anger take its place. 

“Move out of my way, I don’t need to answer your questions.” 

“Mun-Yeong stop acting up.” 

“Don’t give me orders!” He wasn’t ready for the bite behind her words. She was puffing with anger, chest rising quickly and he knew it wasn’t right but his eyes descended down to her chest. His mind provided a quick flash of how perfect her breasts would look bare, her nipples would be so pink and delicious. 

It was so fast he almost missed it but he saw an answering flash of lust run across her face. She squirmed under this heavy gaze. 

Her phone ringing cut through the tension like a knife. She answered it. 

“Hello? Yes, I am on my way now. No. I can drive myself. I will see you soon. Goodbye, Daniel”

Daniel. DANIEL. Who the fuck was Daniel and why was he going to see his Mun-Yeong? He reached out and in a move that was completely out of character he grabbed her phone. She raged immediately reaching around him to get it back. Climbing his back in her quest to get it back. She was hot against his back. 

“Don’t call this number again. She’s not coming” he said with finality before ending the call, before that not handsome punk could answer. She slumped on his back before sliding back onto her heeled feet. He turned around with fire in his eyes. 

“You are going to meet THAT guy? Ko Mun-Yeong, he is a stranger. Are you crazy?!” 

Her only response was to growl at him and wow that would sound amazing in bed as he entered her. 

He didn’t know how to stop these thoughts now that they were out. 

“Stay out of this. You don’t own me” she threw his words back at him. She was always doing that. It made him realize how stupid he was sometimes. The shock of hearing those words made him freeze and she used that time to enter the car and lock the door before he could stop her. 

He spun around putting his hand on the glass and trying to make eye contact with her but she refused to meet his eyes. She pulled out of the make shift driveway like a bat out of hell. 

He stood there feeling like the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. 

“Don’t go.” 

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She drove down the road before pulling over to breath.  What was it about him that got under her skin? She didn’t think he would care about her going out after refusing to bring her food and basically shutting her down every time she claimed they were more. She knew it was because of his brother but she couldn’t carry this on her own. 

He was great at coming to her rescue but once that was over, she was pushed away again and she would never admit this out loud but it hurt. 

It hurts. 

Her phone began to ring and she started the car and drove off. She was still hungry.  She wanted beef. Rare. The blood would sate her anger. 

She didn’t make any attempts to enter the house quietly. Gang-Tae sat on the stairs eyes piercing into her own. She looked back emotionlessly not sure why he was still up. He never sought her out after fights instead waiting for the next disaster he could save her from.  He seemed different today and she wondered why. 

“You’re home late”

“So? she retorted defiantly, smelling the fight brewing in the air and hungry for it. 

“I asked you not to go. Why can’t you ever listen to me?” 

Flashbacks of her mother scolding her forced there way into her mind. You must always listen to me. Be a good girl and always obey Mother. Her heartbeat was loud in her own ears. Her eyes were burning with her effort not to cry. His eyes softened as if her thoughts were visible. He made her feel naked. 

His arms flexed as he used them to propel himself off the stairs and for another first he gently wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“I was jealous. I am jealous”  he grumbled putting his chin on her hair. And for once she was speechless. Why would he tell her that? Wasn’t he scared that she would use that as a weapon against him? He shouldn’t trust her she was a monster. 

“You’re not a monster. “ 

“Then what am I?”

With hesitation he replied, “I wish you were mine.” Her head snapped up so hard that if he hadn’t moved back she would have headbutt him. 

“Kiss me” She didn’t know what she would do if he denied her now. This moment seemed important, defining. 

He surged forward and kissed her, closed mouth but hard as if he was trying to fuse into her. “Did he kiss you? Did you let him kiss you?” he whispered into her mouth seemingly terrified of the answer but needing to know. 

“No.” He pushed her into the wall and she hadn’t realized that he had been cornering her in for a while. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and felt him melt into her, his body a hard line. His muscles pressing her against the wall. He seemed inexperienced with kissing this way but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He chased her tongue and played with her as she teased him. Licking into her like she was dessert and he was ravenous. 

Should I just play with you? 

“Mun-Yeong tell me to stop. Please. I can’t stop.”

She ignored his pleas instead wrapping her arms around his neck and he instinctively scooped her up. Big hands gripping her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Moaning his approval into her mouth. She had never been this turned on. Nothing had ever been this good. They grinded against each other, she could feel his excitement pressing into her. She felt the hunger consume her again and she pushed him back.

He started to apologize even as his dick pointed out, begging for her attention. She fluidly slid to her knees. He gasped and froze in place. His eyes honed into her lips, watching her like she was both the predator and his prey. She licked her lips, never looking away from his eyes more expressive than she had ever seen them. 

Beautiful. 

The sound of his zipper descending was loud in the room. The only other sound was their pants for air. 

“Do you want this?” She finally spoke and he shivered at the sound of her voice. She didn’t make anymore movements, for once patiently waiting for his answer. 

She watched the war play across his face and wondered who would win? She busied herself biting at her own lips. His thumb pulled her lip from the grip of her teeth, tilting her face up towards him. “I want this, I know I shouldn’t but....”

She didn’t care about whatever self repressing reason he had. He wanted her. He had showed her before but now he was saying it. 

She tugged his worn jeans down, too-soft from years of being worn and washed. His boxers did little to hide his erection. “Wow” 

His blushed tinted his face and chest in a pretty red and she smirked up at him. 

“You do it” She calmly commanded him and he looked confused, like she had just spoken to him him in English. “You have been holding back for all these years, I want you to do it. Show me what you want” 

At his perplexed face she boldly took his penis out through the slit in his boxers and aimed it at her mouth but that was it, he hissed in pleasure. Breath speeding up at just her touch on his heated skin. She stopped and simply opened her mouth, eyes gleaming mischievously. The moment he understood what she meant was a beautiful epiphany. 

He made no movement, besides the involuntary one his dick made that caused him to close his eyes in embarrassment. “Stop thinking with your head for once and think with this” She grabbed his dick for emphasis. He thrusted into her hand one, two times but seemed to lose his resolve again. 

“He tried to kiss me. He grabbed me by my waist and told me he wanted to give me the world. He said I’m the sexiest woman he has ever seen.” 

She watched every muscle in Gang-Tae’s body coil. His eyes which were always the window to his soul, said what the fuck did you say? and then he grabbed her hair. 

“He can’t have you. You’re mine. I’m yours. You said it we go hand in hand! 

“Then show me I’m yours. Make me forget about everyone but you. Do it!”

She was barely able to finish her sentence before her mouth was full. His taste exploded on her tongue and he was better than all the goods Sang-In had brought her. Once his dick was in her mouth, he was a man on a mission. She opened her mouth wider and let him have fun. He thrusted fast, then slow, then deep, then leaving only the tip. 

He’s never done this before. He doesn’t know what he likes. 

She let him use her mouth, happy to be the first person to do this with him.

Mine. 

He found a rhythm that he seemed to like, deep and slow. She could feel every vein under the thin, hot skin and his precum leaked onto her tongue before she greedily swallowed it. That made his hips hitch forward suddenly and he momentarily slid down her throat. She pulled off  slowly. Knowing the picture she made, on her knees with her red stained dick-plump lips. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, she loved how strong he was. 

He devoured her lips. dipping and licking his own taste out of her mouth. She felt them ascending and realized they were going up the stairs. He easily held her weight with one arm and used the other one to push open her bedroom door. 

With four large steps, he dropped her on her bed watching her body bounce. His eyes zigzagged all over, seeming unsure of where he wanted to look. She pulled her shirt over her head and heard his gasp and threw her shirt to the side. His eyes settled on her chest, “You’re beautiful” he whispered with revere tinging every words. 

She felt herself blushing, shocked that he was able to have that affect on her. He climbed onto the bed with her, using just his fingertips to caress her skin. He touched the top of her breast before moving down to her stomach, but eventually making his way back to her breast. She sat up and leaned forward silently giving him permission and he didn’t need anymore encouragement this time. He unhooked her bra, eyes wide as her breast came into view. 

Under his intense gaze, she felt a fleeting desire to cover herself. Before doing the opposite and laying her hands to the side, fully displaying herself to his hungry eyes. He leaned down and kissed her breast, too gently. So she whispered “Harder” and his mouth consumed her nipple and she threw her head back from the blinding pleasure. Behind the buzzing that filled her ears, she could hear him as if he were miles away “so pink, you’re so pink” and she had no idea what he was talking about but she needed him to keep going. 

He palmed her breast that wasn’t in his mouth and she reached down to grab his erection, it felt harder than before it that was possible. She twisted at the top gathering the fluid there and using it to ease her way, up and down his length. He bite down on her nipple as she made a corkscrew motion at the top. He ripped her jeans off her body and she hadn’t noticed when exactly he had even unbuttoned her pants. 

He slid down her body and she groaned in annoyance at losing her grip on his dick, it was her new favorite toy. So perfect and hard, she couldn’t wait to have it inside her. 

“What are you doing?” She panted looking down and seeing him just looking , his jaw was slack and his pupil was wide and she just watched him as he stared at her covered pussy. What seemed like a lifetime later, he pulled her panties down. They were white and lace. She shivered at the puff of hot air that hit her and she felt herself get wetter. He curiously tasted her with a kitten-like lick that made her mind short circuit. He must have liked what he tasted because after the first lick, he spread her open and took a greedy lick the second time. 

His strong arms splayed her open to his mercy and he was a quick learner, he quickly dissected that she liked broad licks and extra attention on her clit. This was the best thing that had ever been done to her body. She almost didn’t hear his quiet question, “Can I...Mun- Yeong can I...fuck you?” 

She couldn’t believe that he had been able to say the words. She almost wanted to stop and applaud. But she saved her teasing because when she finally opened her eyes he was hovering above her, his penis so hard it was flat on his stomach and it had leaked an idecent amount of precum. Glossy in the pale moonlight. If only she had been a painter instead of an author. 

“How do you want me?” She continued to press his comfort level, but she was also genuinely curious. She knew he was a virgin before all this, she wanted anything he wanted. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before laying down and dragging her on top of him. He blushed up at her but there was a glint of determination in his strong jaw. 

“I want to see you. I want to see your eyes when we do it.”

She didn’t answer verbally, choosing instead to grind herself down on him. Slipping across his groin, dragging her wetness over him. Feeling him slip into her folds and shuddering at the heat. She lifted her hips up before finding his hard erection and holding it, ready. 

“Wait don’t we need a .....condom?” 

She shook her head no. She had been on birth control as soon as it was allowed. 

“I want to feel you”

That answer rendered him without words and he gripped her hips in his huge hands, helping her lift up before the world momentarily went white. She knew she should take it slow but as soon as she felt him inside, the beast burst out of the cage. She placed her hands on his broad chest and slammed down onto him, riding him hard. Snapping her body back to bring him deeper in. 

He was an absolute mess beneath her, shaking his head no, begging her to slow down while he contrarily met her thrust for thrust and fucked her like the world was ending. She fell on his chest and he immediately wrapped her in his arms and continued to rock up into her velvety, wetness. Panting in her ears. 

“You feel so good. So good, please, please” 

She knew that he was close from the pistoning of his hips, the sound of their skins smacking filled the room. 

“Don’t hold back, fuck me harder. Don’t stop!”

He flipped them over, pressing her arms about her head, she made a mental note that she liked that. Really liked it. 

“Say my name, Say I’m yours”

“Gang-Tae, Gang-tae, you’re mine. I’m yours. I...”

No. Not now.  But it was enough to push him over the edge and she was so confused on his pleasure that she forgot about herself until she felt his fingers rub her clit in a circle motion and she too stumbled over the deep end. 

His body tightened and he pressed deeply inside her, her walls clenching around him. 

“Sex feels amazing.” 

His sudden admission sent her into a fit of giggles, and soon he was laughing too and he fell on the bed from his laughter. Their laughter boomed in the room, now eerily quiet without their sex sounds. 

Zzzzzzzzztttttt 

She looked over and saw him looking down at the floor at whatever was vibrating, before leaning over and picking it up. 

Her cellphone. It must have fell out of her pocket when he ripped her pants off. 

He opened her phone without her permission and they needed to have a talk because only she was allowed to do that. 

“It’s that punk. He’s sad you couldn’t make it.” He looked at her with glaring eyes. “I thought you went out with him”

“I lied. I got beef by myself and then came home.”

He looked upset before laughing again. Then he reached over and flicked her on the forehead. 

“Ow what the hell!”

“I’m deleting his number” and she rolled over and pressed her naked body against him, not caring about whatever his name is. 

She felt his penis plump up after a moment of cuddling him naked, “Stop being so horny,  I’m tired now” she whined. 

He stroked her back before his hand trailed down to her butt. 

“This is all your fault” he answered before dragging her into a languid kiss and rolling on top of her.  “You pulled my safety pin, this is the result.” 

He exploded all night. 

#it's okay to not be okay #psycho but it's okay #ko moon young #moon gang tae #fanfic #smut #kdrama #iotnbofic #psycho but it's okay fanfiction #filthy gutter trash #send me requests I'm in a giving mood

[multifandomfanfiction]

Kingsman: The Bear and the Fairy Chapter 8

TITLE: Kingsman: The Bear and the Fairy Chapter 8 PAIRING: Jack “Agent Whiskey” Daniels/OC RATING: M CHAPTER: 8/? SUMMARY: When the Kingsman and the Statesman join together to stop Poppy Adams, the last thing Elizabeth expected was to fall in love with a tall, dark, and handsome cowboy named after a brand of whiskey.

Eggsy and Jack were tall enough to grab onto the handles at the top of the gondola.

Elizabeth was flung into Jack and he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I gotcha darlin’.

The momentum picked up and both men were lifted off the ground.

Elizabeth screamed and tightened her arms around Jack.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna need you to wrap your arms around my neck.”

Elizabeth nodded and climbed up Jack’s body, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He reached up so he was holding the handle with two hands now.

“All the buttons are dead. Controls gone. Everything’s in shutdown. You’re on your own, Eggsy,” Harry told them.

The handles they were holding onto gave way and they were slammed up against the glass.

Elizabeth cried out in pain. Her wrists and her ankles were pinned behind Jack’s body.

“Sorry,” Jack groaned.

“Not your fault.” Elizabeth pressed her forehead to Jack’s as the pressure doubled. She felt Jack’s hand moving towards her thigh and she blushed until she realized he was reaching for his whip.

He pressed the button and it went electric.

It cut through the glass and the wires holding the gondola up. The gondola started to fall.

Jack made sure to keep his arms around Elizabeth, so he could break her fall.

The gondola hit the snow and they started sliding down the mountainside towards a retirement home.

“Shit,” Jack cursed.

Eggsy shoved Jack up against the hole. “Pull it!” Eggsy yelled to Elizabeth.

She reached up and pulled the release for Jack’s parachute.

It shot out and they slowly came to a stop.

Elizabeth let out a shaky breath and pressed her lips to Jack’s.

“Oi. You two can do that later,” Eggsy told them.

Jack detached himself from his parachute and gently lowered Elizabeth to the ground. Her legs buckled and Jack caught her.

“Bethy!” Eggsy yelled, running to her side.

Her wrists and ankles were swollen, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.

“Harry, meet us at the emergency rendezvous point,” Eggsy told him, “Whiskey, you’re gonna have to carry her.”

Jack knelt down and Eggsy helped Elizabeth onto his back.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Once at the cabin, Eggsy wrapped Elizabeth’s wrists and ankles in icepacks and gave her a dose of painkillers.

“I’m sorry,” Jack told her.

Elizabeth gave him a sleepy smile. “S’not your fault.”

Jack kissed her forehead. “Rest, darlin’.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, only waking up when Harry arrived.

“Am I late?” Harry asked.

Eggsy showed him the antidote as Elizabeth sat up.

“You found the antidote.”

Jack nodded. Through the open door, Jack could see Poppy’s soldiers coming towards the cabin. “Get down!” He rushed towards Harry and Eggsy, accidentally knocking the antidote from Eggsy’s hands.

It hit the ground and shattered.

The soldiers started firing.

Elizabeth crawled over to her fellow agents and Jack put an arm around her, drawing her into his side.

“You fucking dickhead!” Eggsy yelled at Jack.

“Fuck you! I just saved your life!”

“Yeah, and cost millions of people theirs!”

Harry fired off a shot.

There was a moment of silence and Jack pulled out his six-shooters. He peeked out the window as Elizabeth grabbed her blades.

“All right, they’re going for cover and reloading. I’ll fix their wagons. Cover us, boys!” He looked at Elizabeth, who nodded.

She followed him out the door and the two of them danced around each other, blood from their enemies staining the snow beneath their feet red.

Jack ran out of bullets and the last guy pulled out a knife.

“Jack! Down!” Elizabeth yelled.

Jack ducked and a knife embedded itself in the guy’s skull. Jack turned around and grabbed Elizabeth by the waist, slamming his lips onto hers. “Goddamn darlin’. Watchin’ you fight takes my breath away.”

Elizabeth giggled and pecked him on the lips.

Jack turned and cursed. “We’ve got incoming.”

The two of them ran back to the cabin.

Jack ran to the emergency bag. “I’m out of ammo! Troop carrier comin’ in. What’ve you got?”

Elizabeth pulled out her guns and handed them to him.

“Those are yours, darlin’. I can’t take ‘em.”

“I’m better with a knife than with a gun.” She gave him a wink and he kissed her forehead in thanks.

Eggsy went over to the window. “Shit! There’s a fuck ton of ‘em!”

Jack pulled a few things out of the bag. “The fuck’s this? Looks like you packed for a fuckin’ slumber party, not a mission!”

“And they’ve got fuckin’ Gatling guns!”

“You have 10 seconds to surrender before we open fire!” one of the soldiers called.

“Guys! Hurry up!” Eggsy yelled.

“10!”

“Hey!” Jack yelled at Harry, snapping his fingers at him.

“9!”

“Butterfly guy!”

“Harry? Are you okay?” Elizabeth asked him.

Jack stood up.

“8!”

“You don’t look like Ginger fixed you right.”

“7!”

“I said I’m empty! And Tinkerbell’s guns are only gonna hold me for so long!”

“6!”

Jack walked towards Harry and he held up his gun.

“Harry…” Elizabeth said, not liking how he was acting.

“5!”

“Harry, come on. Relax.”

“4!”

Elizabeth sat there frozen as Harry shot Jack in the head. “JACK!” She rushed to his side. “Come on, baby. Come on.”

“Harry, no!” Eggsy yelled.

Elizabeth put her hands on his neck, but there was no pulse. “Jack. Jack, please,” she whimpered.

“Beth, the Alpha Gel.”

“Oh fuck it. Fire!” the soldier yelled.

“Harry, get down!” Eggsy told him.

Elizabeth placed her body over Jack’s to keep him safe until she could apply the Alpha Gel.

Harry reached for his bag.

“I mean, honestly Harry what the fuck is wrong with you!” Eggsy snapped.

“He broke the vial on purpose!”

“Fuck you! It was an accident!” Elizabeth yelled at him.

“You’re a fucking idiot! You’re out of control, Harry!”

Harry reached inside his bag and pulled out a Kingsman flask. “If we made it out of here, he was gonna kill us both!”

“You’re insane!” Elizabeth yelled.

“For fuck’s sake, it looks like he wouldn’t have fucking had to!” Eggsy yelled.

Harry pressed down on the top of what looked like cologne. “Oh, ye of little faith.” He tossed out the window.

Turns out, it was some-sort of grenade.

Eggsy jumped up and looked out the window as Elizabeth scrambled for the Alpha Pack. But her hands were shaking too badly.

“This does not mean you are off the fucking hook!” Eggsy knelt next to Elizabeth and took the Alpha Pack from her.

“We need to go dark. We don’t know who else at Statesman could be working against us,” Harry said.

“Please, Harry. Just shut up,” Elizabeth told him.

“This is all my fault. You weren’t ready for the field and I pushed for it,” Eggsy said.

Elizabeth put a hand on his arm. “Egg, both of us vouched for Harry. It’s not just your fault.”

“He showed his hand. You think he’d have let us live?” Harry asked, “You should be thanking me for saving our arses!”

“Saving our arses? Try saying that to fucking Whiskey and how about Elizabeth? Look at her! Do you honestly think he would have killed her? He loves her,” Eggsy told him. He wrapped the Alpha Pack around Jack’s head and injected it with the Alpha Gel.

Eggsy stood up and turned to Harry. “You are unbelievable!” Eggsy stormed out of the cabin.

Elizabeth sat at Jack’s side with one of his hands wrapped up in two of her own. She hadn’t missed the pet name he called her right before he’d been shot.

He called her Tinkerbell.

She just hoped she could hear him say it again.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey/oc #agent whiskey imagine #jack daniels #jack daniels/oc #jack daniels imagine #harry hart #harry hart imagines #eggsy unwin #eggsy unwin imagine #kingsman #kingsman imagine #statesman #statesman imagine #kingsman: the bear and the fairy #pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine

[snapitseventeen]

relationship tag | ljh | fluff

summary: when youtuber!jihoon posts a video about your relationship genre: fluff word count: 1.4k _____________________________________________________________

“-I can’t believe I’m doing this, the shit I do for you guys.” Jihoon grumbles into the camera, fixing his newly dyed back-to-black hair under a baseball cap. You only chuckled getting fully situated next to him as you gave a little smile and wave to the camera. “Well, if you read the title of this video, you know what this is already about! I usually don’t do this sort of thing, I mean, this youtube channel is basically a glorified soundcloud, but! I’ve gotten so many comments on who this beautiful person is sitting next to me and I’m sure you’ve seen y/n on all my social media, we do live together after all. So yes, this is my better half, y/n and we are doing the relationship tag.”

In contrast to Jihoon’s blunt words, he gave you the softest of smiles at his introduction, putting a hand on your back for you to say some words. You grinned and waved again, “Hi guys, I’m y/n. Jihoon’s my boyfriend-I, I don’t know, what should I say? Hey don’t laugh at me!”

“I’m sorry, babe.” He chuckled, reaching to tickle your sides, “You’re just cute. Sorry--anyway! I don’t either, I mean, they’re just curious about you and about us I guess? So I looked up a bunch of questions and we’re just gonna lay it all out on the table.”

“This is definitely not like your mixing videos Ji,” You said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Alright, shoot.”

“Where did we meet?”

You relaxed at the simple question, a smile on your face as you reminisced on your first memory of him, “Easy, it was at Seokmin’s birthday party three years ago. We were playing beer pong--even though Jihoon literally can’t drink--and you were starting to feel sick halfway through the game so I drank the rest of the cups for our team.”

“We lost, by the way. Soonyoung has a fucking killer aim, I still hate the boys for making me play because, yeah I swear I’m allergic to alcohol, but I did get to meet you,” He said with a grin, “So throwing up that night in Seokmin’s bathroom was all worth it.”

You laughed and hit his arm, “Lightweight.”

“I’m allergic.” He deadpanned at the camera. “Anyway, what was your first impression of me?”

“Competitive. I’m telling you guys, he was literally swearing at Soonyoung and Jeonghan across the ping pong table. I also thought you were cute, I can say that now because it’s been three years, but you would have never gotten it out of me back then.” You said holding your hand up, “Wait, do I have to answer all the questions? I wanna know what you thought of me.”

“I thought you were cute too,” He laughed placing his hand around your waist, “You were also my savior that night because I probably would have died from alcohol poisoning if you weren’t my partner, the boys would have never drank for me because they’re asswipes and want me to suffer. y/n helped me to the bathroom after we lost and made sure I was hydrated and then I was hooked.”

You rolled your eyes, jokingly pinching his side, “You’re such a liar.”

Jihoon chuckled, “I’m kidding. It wasn’t like that, but after y/n did that, I was pretty interested in getting to know em more.”

“Okay next question,” you clapped your hands, your boyfriend looking at you fondly before glancing at his phone again. “Alright, I’ll do another easy one. How long have we been together?”

“two years,” you smiled up at him, the boy nodding as he added onto your answer, “and four months. Hm, what was our first date?”

“Our first official date was a picnic in the park, we ordered some takeout and had a bluetooth speaker playing music. Literally, we were just sitting, talking, and eating for hours.” You hummed, “Jihoon and I are pretty lazy so our dates aren’t that thrilling, but honestly we had plenty of hangouts before when it was just you and me in the music studio.”

“In college, I literally lived in the studios. y/n would come and hang out with me a lot.” Jihoon nodded. You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together, “I’d bring food and coffee, sometimes I would study while Jihoon was playing with the mixing board, I don’t know, being around him was comforting--it still is.”

“I hope so,” He teased searching for another question, “I got this from one of the comments, what do you guys do during quarantine?”

“We don’t do much,” You said, “Sorry, we’re pretty boring. I mean, we sleep a lot--wait! That sounded wrong-”

“We do a lot of that too-”

“Jihoon!” You smacked his arm as he shrugged, “We’re grown adults in a relationship, y/n. It’s an unspoken fact.”

“My parents watch your channel!” You crossed your arms. Your boyfriend only shot a charming smile to the camera, waving innocently, “Hi Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n. Hope you’re doing well! Don’t worry, I’m taking good care of y/n-”

“You’re unbelievable.” You scoffed, making Jihoon chuckle and pull you in for a hug, “Alright moving on, oh this is a good one, what do we argue about the most?”

“Hm, this isn’t really the case now because you finally found a good work-life balance, but before we always had little fights about when Jihoon needed to stop working on his music and go take a rest.” You said with a little frown, “What do you think?”

“Yeah, back then I was pretty bad at it, sometimes I got annoyed when you would tell me to stop working, but I know now that you were doing it for my health.” He said sheepishly. “Now, though, it’s probably who gets to be little spoon. Jihoon loves being little spoon.”

“Hey!” He whined lightly pushing your stomach. You only laughed, “Your viewers wanna know the real you, babe. I think this is a crucial fact.”

“Being little spoon is nice...” He muttered quietly, a blush on his cheeks. He cleared his throat, getting back to the questions. You smiled and changed your positions so that you were sitting in between his legs, the boy resting his chin on your shoulders as you both answered more questions.

This was nice, Jihoon hadn’t really opened up to his viewers much about your relationship, but you knew he was pretty enthusiastic about this video even if he didn’t say so. He was now retelling the story of your first trip with the boys, laughing about something idiotic Seungkwan and Hansol did at the supermarket. Somewhere in the middle, you started spacing out and just staring at him. The sparkle in his eyes and the way his cheeks raised as he smiled filling you up with butterflies. Momentarily forgetting that this was being recorded, you lifted your head and pressed a kiss on his cheek, interrupting his story. “Babe,”

“Oh shit, sorry, I forgot about the camera. You just looked so cute.” You said hiding your face in your hands. Jihoon grinned and hugged you tighter, pressing a kiss to your temple. “It’s alright. Sorry guys if you hate pda, sue me if you want, but I’m in love.”

Your face scrunched up at his cringey line, but you snuggled into his embrace nonetheless, “any more questions?”

“Let’s do one more,” He said rocking your bodies back and forth, “Complete the sentence: My boyfriend is ____”

“Hmm,” You said thinking for a little bit, “My boyfriend is...my soulmate.”

Jihoon beamed, he swore his lips were going to rip apart. He kissed your shoulder, whispering an I love you into your skin before he looked at the camera. “Well, I hope you guys got what you asked for with this relationship tag. As you can see, I’m very lucky to have y/n. You guys should thank em too, y/n’s a muse to most of my music. I don’t know if we’ll do any more of these kinds of videos, depends on my mood.” He said with a wink, adding more closing remarks.

“Hope you enjoy this video and keep supporting Jihoon! If this video gets 500K likes, I’ll post the snapchat of Jihoon drunk during our first meeting-”

“Uh woah, who said I was okay with that-”

“See you guys on Ji’s social media~” You cooed crawling out of Jihoon’s grasp to end the recording. You turned to face him once the camera was off, a teasing smile on your face as he pursed his lips at you.

“You are not posting that video of me,” He said walking towards you. You only shrugged, wrapping your arms around his waist, “If you get 500K on this video, I will.”

“You’re impossible,” He said with a little shake of his head, removing his baseball cap and putting it on you, “You hungry babe?”

You nodded puckering your lips up expectantly. Jihoon chuckled and gave you a kiss, smiling against your lips. “C’mon, I ordered sushi before we started recording.”

“I love you.”

“I know babe.”

“Hey say it back-”

“I love you too, Jihoon.” _______________________________________________________________________

a/n this was short but JIHOON!!!!! DESERVES!!! THE!!! WHOLE!!! WORLD!!! good night streaks 

6-27-20

#I AM SOFT FOR LEE JIHOON #IF YOU COULDN'T TELL #GRR BARK BARK SNARL #jihoon #lee jihoon #woozi #seventeen woozi #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #jihoon au #jihoon fluff #jihoon scenarios #woozi au #woozi fluff #woozi scenarios #seventeen #vobo

[fangirl-on-bitches]

Bittersweet

Javier Peña x Female!Reader.

Word Count: 4k approximately.

Summary: You and Javier have a particular way of saying goodbye, so particular you get a surprise when you get back to the US.

Warning: a lot of cursing, a bit of pregnancy shenanigans, a lot of dialogue and a little messy plot and timelines lol.

A/N: Okay, listen before you continue. When I was younger I used to write, maybe not with the best grammar or the best plot, but sure as hell with a lot of creativity. Now I just can’t be that creative to write a complete fic or hc, so if you find this boring or a waste of time I’m really sorry. If you like this, I appreciate it as I really made an effort to finish it (a crapy ending anyways). I’ll be sincere, I had this idea and couldn’t get it out of my head so I wrote it. I feel like the scenarios aren’t realistic to what could happen in real life (I feel like they are forced or way too dramatic) I really hope I don’t waste your time. (and yes, I chose the name in honor of Pedro’s role in triple frontier)

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You were cursed. Definitely.

You were back in the states, had been for a few weeks, enjoying the warmest sun Miami had to offer along with Connie. You loved relaxing by a peaceful beach after years of chasing after Escobar with your life on the line every hour of every day.

That day you were really excited to wake up and meet Connie to go to the beach, it had been so long since you saw her and little Olivia. You felt at the same time a little uncomfortable with your body that day, bloated and kind of heavy, like there was extra gravity, but the excitement overwhelmed whatever other feeling you might be having.

The beach had some people because it was a nice day, so you lounged along Connie and baby Olivia, eating fried fish with chips as it was beach food. You were laughing at something Connie said about Steve, something about being a pain in the ass, which you agreed with. It was all fun and games until you felt horrible nausea and a pushing need to vomit. Connie, being observant noticed immediately.

“What’s wrong?” before you could answer you ran to the restaurant’s bathroom, puking whatever food you had that day. Connie came close behind you. She gave you a paper towel so you could wipe your mouth.

“Okay, I might be sick.” you admitted flushing the toilet.

Of course, your mood just plummeted to the ground when you were sitting in a private room in the hospital. Connie couldn’t check you, but she was looking for her friend on-call, meanwhile, you looked as baby Liv (as you called Olivia) slept peacefully by your side.

You didn’t like hospitals. They reminded you of your time in Colombia, and although you weren’t shot, your compañeros might have been shot multiple times. There had been too many close calls and so many lives lost, you just got the creeps whenever you heard a gurney moving.

Soon, Connie came back and carried Olivia outside, leaving you with her friend. She presented herself, and asked routine questions. How are you feeling? What happened? Does something hurt? Is your period late? Did you fall and hit your head? Do you have any diseases? Or do you take any medication?

“I do have nausea and I threw up after eating.” She nodded as she took your blood pressure. Then you started thinking. You were thinking really hard.

Your period was late, you didn’t remember how late, but it was late. Two months ago, Steve and you caught Escobar. Steve went straight back home and you had to stay, to finish completing paperwork. Then Javier was back in Colombia to follow the Cali Cartel, but you were assigned back to Miami and couldn’t stay.

To be fair, you were glad to be back home, but you really missed Javier. When shit went down with Los Pepes you were pissed off at Javier. You knew he usually overstepped the line to get intel, but this time he had stepped so far off the line, he wouldn’t be able to see the line.

The night before he left you decided you would drink your consciousness off because you hated to even think that Javier Peña was living in Colombia; after a glass of a really strong Rum and Cola you decided against it and knocked on Javier’s door.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, suggesting that he wasn’t up to listening to more of your nagging. Your head had a million thoughts racing, you wanted to tell him so many things varying from ‘you are an idiot’ to ‘why the fuck did you do this?’ but the only thing you articulate was something like ‘I don’t want you to go’

Javier’s face softened, although you cast down eyes couldn’t actually look at his face, he had stepped aside and invited you inside. “Do you want something to drink?” you shook your head, looking around the apartment. It was almost empty, but it has been pretty empty since the beginning. You sat on the floor, Javier following with a beer in his hand.

“Will you come back?” you asked him, but you already knew the answer.

“I don’t think so, it depends on the higher ups in the states” you nodded, looking at him. You were really going to miss him. “Look, it’s not like we won’t see each other anymore, when you guys catch Escobar-” you laughed humorlessly. How long would that be? Months, another year perhaps? 

Both of you stayed in silence for a while. “I should go.” you told him, standing up, he stood up as well.

“You shouldn’t go.” He told you, squeezing your shoulder tenderly, a familiar touch. You looked at his sweet dark brown eyes, a silly small smile playing on the corners of your lips.

“What do you mean? You have a plane to catch tomorrow.” you remind him, wondering if he was drunk, he clearly wasn’t. His hand, which was still on your shoulder, moved to cup your face. For a second, you were lost and didn’t understand what was happening, until you looked at his eyes again and understood. You didn’t wait for him to lean down, you just wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

You would lie if you have never felt curious as to why every informant in Colombia gave Javier the intel he wanted. After that night you understood why. He was passionate, attentive and a really generous lover. You might have even believed him if he had blurted out an ‘I love you’.

The only reason why you let this happen was because Javier was supposed to stay in the US, officially he wasn’t your (or Steve’s) compañero anymore. And that was true, even when he came back.

“Okay, so your results are in. After you told me you’ve been missing your period for quite a while, I drew some blood to analyze it.”

“Yeah, it must be stress. You know, I worked in Colombia with Connie’s husband and moving back here plus all the work I have to do was really stressful. Also, I had a UTI back in Colombia, I wasn’t drinking enough water and I read that the strain might move my period a little.” you started rambling. For some reason, you felt jittery, almost anxious at the look on the Doctor’s face. She had a grin in her face, really big and excited.

“That may delay your period for two weeks, but it won't magically make it disappear, dear.” She read the results once more and nodded to herself. “As I suspected, you are pregnant.”

“W-w-what?” you mumbled. “But I didn’t pee on the stick.” clearly, your brain had short-circuited.

“I have some pregnancy tests if you wish to take them yourself, but the blood analysis is pretty accurate.” she offered with a nice smile. You nodded and took the box going to the bathroom, trying to focus on reading the instructions.

The stick said you were pregnant. And you knew exactly who was the father.

You sighed at the papers you were reading, the office already empty, way past dinner time. Since catching Escobar, hours were cut short, but to you they were really slow. Steve wasn’t there, he had left a few weeks ago, Javier obviously wasn’t there. It was just you, some files and occasionally some booze to help you relax before sleeping. Thankfully, you would be leaving shortly.

On your way back to the apartment complex you stopped by a grocery store. You needed ice cream, and lots of chocolate, and some chips. Probably some booze too. You had bought a flask of whisky that reminded you of Javier, although whisky might not be your first choice of booze.

That same flask almost fell to the ground when you saw goddam Javier Peña entering his apartment, a big suitcase by his side.

He also noticed you, the dark bags under your eyes and messy hair evidence of your hard work. 

“Oh my god” you whispered, unbelieving. You walked and hugged him, relieved to see him again. “You are back?” you stupidly asked.

“Yeah, they want my intel and help to track down the Cali Cartel.” he answered.

“Well, that’s weird.”

“What?”

“My orders are to finish paperwork and return to Miami. They didn’t tell me to stay to help.”

“Well, it’s a different operation this time, more discreet.” he tried to hint you that it wasn’t just DEA business anymore, it was more a CIA kind of work. You invited him to your apartment, that had two boxes of things you were going to give to charity, you didn’t need all this stuff back home, you already had them.

He explained his situation while you shared the flask of whisky and bid good night like the old times, no kisses or sex, or nothing like that. Which was fine.

Everything was fine for the next few days. Javier even helped you pack your stuff and sort it out. The night before returning home he offered to go to the bar you always went to with Steve and him on Friday’s or Saturday’s (sometimes even a Monday)

Both of you drank like you always had, but instead of bidding goodnight and going to bed separately, you both had sex. Again. It was probably a coping mechanism, the way both of you said goodbye to each other. Such a complicated method.

So, so complex that now you were pregnant.

With a child.

Javier's child.

It had to be his, you only had sex with him within the last 3 months. Since Colombia you hadn’t have sex.

This was bad. It was complicated. You didn’t plan for a child; working at the DEA (chasing after Escobar) left you almost no time to think about dating, much more less building a fucking family. 

Could you do this? Hell yeah, you are an awesome strong woman.

What you couldn’t do was tell Javier.

When you came out the private room, you were fidgeting with your hands, Connie came and took them. “I’m pregnant.” you blurted out. Connie looked at you shocked; then you noticed little baby Olivia wasn’t on her arms.

Steve, in all his blonde mustache glory stood with his daughter on his arms, looking as shocked as Connie. “What?” he asked.

“Who is the father?” Connie inquired.

“What are you doing here?” You asked Steve.

“I came to pick up my wife and daughter for dinner. Why don’t you come with us and tell us more about this?” You nodded out of inertia, but you looked at your hands while walking, Connie hooking her arm with one of yours.

As you sat on traffic, you tentatively touched your belly. It was... normal. No kicking, no large or really hard belly. It was like there was nothing there.

You would have declined dinner if you knew the questionnaire that would come from the Murphy’s. Well, questionnaire would be an exaggeration, but you didn’t really like the single question they were asking.

“Who’s the father?” 

“I- I can’t tell you.”

“Why? We don’t know him?” you sighed and reassigned. You knew they would ask forever.

“Please, please, please you have to promise me you won’t tell anybody. Both of you.” you looked pointedly at Steve. He nodded but held your gaze, trying to figure out what you were really trying to say. A second later he muttered something.

“Jesus fucking christ.”

“What?” Connie asked but soon realized. “Oh, no way. Javier?”

“It’s Javier.” you confirm their suspicions.

“Are you certain?” Connie asked.

“Of course.” you paused and then added. “You can’t tell him Steve.”

“What? Why?” he sounded slightly offended.

“I should tell him first. He should hear it from me.”

“I can’t believe this. The minute I come back home you two just pound at each other.”

“It wasn’t like that, and technically you were still in Colombia the first time.”

“The first time?” he asked with a chuckle, he looked very happy.

“The second time I was the one leaving!” you paused, moving the food around your plate. “How the fuck am I going to tell him? I can’t just call him and be like, ‘hey I’m pregnant and you are the father. How’s the Cali stuff going?’. This kind of news aren’t told over a call.”

“But it’s different, it’s not a normal situation. Javier could be in Colombia for years.” Steve reminded you.

“It wouldn’t make a difference. He can’t come back until his work is done.” You rolled your eyes, there was no good alternative.

“So you plan to just hide this from him?” Connie asked, her look full of pity, if it was for you or Javier, you didn't know.

“Only until I know he’s coming back. I’ll check on him every once in a while. I’ll need you to call him too, Steve. I don’t want him to suspect me.” He sighed but nodded nonetheless. You sighed as well, a million thoughts racing through your head.

You called Javier that same week. Of course, it was unexpected for him but really welcome. Colombia was not rainbows and sunshine. “So how’s the Cartel treating you?”

“It’s a fucking nightmare, but hopefully it won’t take long. I can't talk too much over the phone about this, who knows who might be listening.” he sighed, sounding really 

“Yeah, you are right.” for a minute, you thought about telling him. Then you decided. “Please take care and be careful.”

“Of course compañera.” he assured, you could practically hear the smirk in his lips. After ending the call, you pressed the heels of your palms in your eyes. How in the world were you going to tell him?

–––––– 

A month turned into two, and then five months flew by in the blink of an eye. Javier was not coming back for the time being and your belly was starting to pop. Your head was still working on how in the world were you going to tell Javier, which was the only problem you had right now. It wasn’t even a big problem, if Javier wanted an out of fatherhood he was free to go, but you had been so happy since day two (day one was a full shock) that you honestly didn’t care.

You were getting way too ahead of yourself. Maybe Javi wanted to be a father and he would be really happy with the little baby. But that wasn’t the Javier you knew, and that’s why you were so afraid to tell him. 

Today looked like the best day to tell him. You were going to probably get to know if the little baby was a girl or a boy. You were waiting patiently for him to pick up the call in the hospital public phone. After a while, he picked up.

“Hello?” his voice sounded gruff and stressed.

“Hi, compañero. How are you?” you asked, a hand on your belly.

“As fine as I can be here,” he answered. “What did you want?” he asked abruptly, almost tired of talking to you. It stinged a little.

“I just called to check in…” you lied, maybe it wasn’t the best time to tell him after all.

“I’m going to be as clear as I can. Don’t call me, unless you are fucking dying.” you felt a piercing pain in your throat, a tight knot forming, making it really difficult to talk.

“Fine.” you hissed and hanged the phone, tears slipping down your cheeks. Fucking hormones. Fucking Javier. 

Connie, who was waiting for you anxiously to come back, hugged you. “It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay.” you nodded and wiped your tears.

“I’m okay. I just need to focus on my baby and myself right now.” you told her and rubbed your belly.

“Of course honey.”

––––––– 

It had been a really smooth and sweet pregnancy, you were really happy with your 5th month old baby boy Francisco. He was really sweet, but he had so, so much of his father, the resemblance was uncanny. Deep brown sweet eyes, and a mop of soft brown hair.

Javier had not called you since that horrible last call. You knew he called Steve every once in a while, but you asked Steve please not to tell you anything about him. Both Murphy’s just assumed you had told Javier about the pregnancy and that he had not taken it well.

This was a lie. Javier had no idea you were pregnant, much more less with his child. But he was still in Colombia, so unless you told him he would not hear it from anyone. 

It hurted you deeply, not being able to tell your son who his father was. However, all around your house there were pictures of Steve, Javi and yourself from Colombia. Connie and Olivia were there too, even Carillo. 

Anyways, the baby was too young to notice the absence of his father. Maybe by the time Francisco starts wondering about daddy, Javier would be around the USA to talk.

Your son cooed and asked to be held up, it was time for his nap. Just in time, you thought, Steve was coming over to pick him up as you were going to meet your best friend in an hour or so. Your baby boy soon fell asleep, you held him in against your chest, rocking him gently.

Then the doorbell rang.

“Steve, you are early. Fran just fell asleep.” you told Steve. But it wasn’t Steve. Javier fucking Peña stood in the door way, his eyes looking at your son. You frowned and tried to hide Francisco’s face sneakily from him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello to you too, compañera.” he said, but his mind was not entirely focused on whatever he was saying. His mind was in the baby, and about how quickly you had moved on.

“Don’t compañera me.” you hissed, in a hushed tone, the baby in your arms sleeping soundly. “Come in.” you told him, as you turned around to leave your baby on his cradle. 

Javier looked around, looking for any sign of the baby’s father. But he only found pictures of you, Steve, Connie, baby Olivia and other people he knew. Then he started thinking, what if the baby was his child?

No, that’s not possible. 

“So?” you asked, really anxious. You had no idea he would be here. You were not prepared for this. But really, would you ever be prepared?

“I came to apologize.” Javier simply said, his hands on his hips.

“Took you a little long.” you said, rubbing your hands together. “If you apologized sooner I could have…”

“Could have what?” you exhaled and sighed, trying not to cry. 

“You are not supposed to be here.” you whisper, your voice cracking softly as you sit on your sofa. Javier sat by your side and you felt the weight of your decisions constrict your chest, making it harder to breath.

You were a horrible, horrible person. How could you deny him knowing he was a father? That he had a child? It didn’t matter how angry you felt, or how much of an asshole he had been. The baby was made by both of you. He had the right to know.

“I’m sorry.” he was not sure why, but he really was sorry. You shook your head, and started to tell him that you were sorry, repeating like a prayer. “Hey, hey” he tried to calm you down, rubbing his hands up and down your back. “Breath, baby. Breath.” you complied, breathing deeply. After a minute of silence you took his rough big hand and held it, squeezing it slightly.

“Javier, I got news for you.” you started, and felt his hand tense. “The baby boy, Francisco, he’s your son, our son.” He looked at you, his eyes wide, looking like a deer in the headlights. “That time I called you, I was pregnant, and I wanted to tell you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me after?”

“You told me not to call you unless I was fucking dying.” you exhaled and stood up. “Look you don’t have to be involved if you don’t want to, I had Francisco because I wanted to, but I didn't expect anything from you.”

“Not getting involved? What are you talking about?” he asked offended.

“I’m sorry, and I mean no offense, but you don't strike as the kind of guy who would want a family, or children.”

“And what the fuck do you know?” he raised his voice a little, making you cringe a little.

“I’m sorry, and I can’t do anything to return back time.” you told him sincerely. A loud whine was heard from your room, where the crib was. You sighed and went to your room, to calm Francisco down. Unbeknownst to you, Javier followed you looking how you delicately held him and rocked him. The baby’s eyes were still closed, he was just a little disturbed.

You looked at the door frame, Javier stood there, looking at the child. You walked to him, your intentions clear. “Do you want to hold him?” you asked your voice soft and soothing. Javier gulped, feeling suddenly nervous, he didn’t know how to hold a baby, what if he dropped him? “Don’t worry, I’ll help.” you offered, a kind smile in your face.

Javier extended his arms and you walked closer, softly passing your son to Javier’s big arms. Francisco whined a little and Javier’s face cringed, making you smile. “Hold him against you,” you helped, gently pushing his arms, closer to his chest. Francisco was fast asleep again. Javier just looked at him, marveled. You guide him to the sofa, making him sit there with your son. “I’ll be right back.” you tell him, and at the panicked face he made, you had to quiet your laugh. “You’ll be fine.”

You called your best friend, telling her you wouldn’t be able to meet her. When you stepped back on the living room, someone knocked on the door, it must be Steve. You opened the door and gestured to him to be quiet, pointing at the couch, were Javi sat (finally) relaxed.

Steve did not enter the house as you promised to call later. You returned to the living room and sat beside them, contemplating how peaceful they looked. Javier had moved your son, laying him against his broad chest. You caressed the baby’s hair, looking at him with doe eyes.

“Want to stay for dinner?” you asked standing up. Javier nodded and then lay his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes. You smiled and entered your bedroom to change your clothes into something more comfortable.

You had nothing figured out, but you were happy knowing your son had a loving father to grow up with. You’ll figure your relationship out (if there was going to be one).

After some minutes, you heard some gurgles coming from the living room. Javi fell asleep, and Francisco was wide awake, looking at his father curiously, moving his little hands. You took the baby from him, kissing his chubby face. “Your daddy is sleeping, baby. C’mon, let’s give you some mashed banana.” you told him, caressing Javier’s hair back.

You spent some long 20 minutes feeding and nursing your baby boy while you also checked dinner. Javier, still fast asleep on the couch, woke up with a start, touching his chest, as if missing something. “Where’s the baby?” he asked, looking around.

“He’s here, Javier.” you told him from the kitchen, a silly smile on your face. Javier sat by the table, feeling self conscious at the baby’s gaze over him. His son’s arms moved up and down, talking unintelligible gibberish. “He likes you.” you commented, cleaning his chubby face. Javier held his hand out and Francisco took one of his fingers, squeezing with his baby strength. Javi’s heart skipped a beat.

Eating together was really weird, but at the same time it felt right. You noticed Javier’s tired face and wondered if he came straight from the airport. So you asked, sparking some conversation. You talked about what finally happened with the Cali Cartel.

“You got a place to stay?” you asked, but you knew the answer. “You can stay here if you want. Hotel’s are really expensive right now.”

“You sure?” you nodded. You forgot how well you clicked with Javier, it was a nice reminder.

He helped you with the dishes, and then went to shower, getting his suitcase for clean clothes. You prepared Francisco for bed, giving him his formula bottle after changing his diapers.

You saw Javier getting out of the bathroom, and thankfully had the decency to wear full pajamas, you would have fainted at the view of his bare chest.

“So, I’ll go to the couch, do you have a blanket?”

“What are you talking about?” you asked. “I was going to tell you to sleep in the bed with me. We already shared a bed before, so I don’t see a problem. Plus, I could use the help if Francisco wakes up.” you commented with a cocky smirk. You usually wore just a t-shirt to bed, but today you had to use full pajamas, like Javi did.

“Okay.” Javier said, not really convinced. Francisco was asleep already, his father caressed his little hand with his finger. You were already under the covers, ready to hit the bed, Javier looked tired too.

He laid down, under the covers as well, looking at the ceiling. He moved looking at you, you were both face to face, generous space between both of you. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, and took his hands on yours.

“Sleep Javi, you look tired.” you kissed the back of his hands and closed your eyes, sleep getting the best of you. Javi smiled, his face soft, getting a little closer, leaving his hand on yours, then he shut his eyes. He had never felt more at home. 

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A New Kelly

“We need to talk,”Davey said, setting down his backpack. Jack froze, pdf on his laptop immediately forgotten. He tried to keep his face neutral but his mind was doing a frantic recap of everything he’s said and done in the past week. The worst part was that it kept coming up negative, which made him even more nervous. He forgot to pick up Luna’s poop outside yesterday but they had both laughed it off, so they were fine, right? It couldn’t have been about the poop, right? His face must have betrayed him because Davey took one look at him and winced.

“I phrased that wrong”He said, “I’m not mad at you about anything, i’m just tired and can’t speak”

“Not even about the poop?”Jack asked in a tiny voice. Davey scrunched up his face and took a seat on Jack’s lap, letting out a sigh.

“You’re the one who stepped in it, why would I be mad?”he asked. Jack shrugged and wrapped his arms around Davey’s waist pulling him closer. Davey toed off his shoes and lifted his legs onto the couch.

“What did you want to talk about, my love?”Jack asked, placing a kiss on his shoulder. Davey sighed and grabbed one of Jack’s hands. Jack took that as a sign to attempt being serious and looked at him.

“Jack”He said, squeezing Jack’s hand. “I want another baby”

Jack sputtered, “What do you mean another?”

“Well Luna’s getting older and I just think that a little sibling would teach her some responsibility-”

“Who has the new puppy?”Jack groaned, rubbing his eyes. Davey grinned and wiggled a bit trying to get his phone out of his pocket. 

“Specs and he’s so cute, look!”He said, shoving the phone in Jack’s face. It was Specs instagram definitely, the bright yellow theme was indication enough. Jack gently grabbed the phone and hummed as his eyes scanned it. He let out a noise of triumph, yup that was definitely a puppy. It was a candid shot of Jojo mid laugh on the floor with the puppy curled up in his lap. Jack looked up at Davey with a raised brow, and Davey groaned reaching both hands up to cup Jack’s face.

“His name is Percy!”he continued, squeezing Jacks’s cheeks.“That’s so fucking cute babe, just look at him! His paws are too big for his body!”

Davey continued to coo but Jack’s mind was still reeling. He didn’t know why he felt so disappointed. Sure he was scared shitless at the mere thought of a human baby, but a tiny part of him was hoping that’s what Davey meant. He leaned back into the couch and let his arm go slack around Davey’s hip.

“-nd I know that we just saw them a few months ago but would it be so bad to vis--babe?”He said. 

“Hmm?”Jack hummed. Davey shifted a bit in his lap so he was somewhat facing Jack and poked at his cheek.

“You’re frowning”

“Am not”Jack frowned.

“Are too”He said, poking the creases in his forehead. Jack let out a groan and opted to bury his face in Davey’s shoulder. Davey clicked his teeth and rolled off of Jack's lap--much to his disappointment--onto the couch.

“What’s the matter?”He asked.

“Nothing”Jack waved off, “My mind is just somewhere else” “Where?”he asked, leaning his head on Jack’s shoulder. “I wanna go too” “Santa Fe,”Jack said, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right”He snorted, “You haven’t wanted to go to Santa Fe since you figured out that it was desert land”

“Not true!”Jack exclaimed, “I obviously wanted to stay for my loving boyfriend-” “And you’re scared of spiders”He said, snuggling closer into Jack’s side. “But, come on Jack. I thought we didn’t keep secrets”

“Fine”Jack sighed, “I want a divorce”

“Again, nice try”He snorted, “please Jackie, for me?”

“Davey…”

“Please”

“Alright alright!”Jack exclaimed, “Enough with the eyes. Christ you Jacobs are spoiled”

“No, we just know how to get what we want”He smirked, tucking a leg under his butt. “Now spill”

“You’re restless,”Jack pointed out.

“And you’re still avoiding the question”He said, “whatever it is can’t be that bad”

Oh but it can, he wanted to say.

“I…”Jack said and took a deep breath, “I want a baby”

Davey blinked, “I thought you didn’t want another puppy?”

“No!”Jack whined, shaking his head. “No no, Luna is enough. I...I want an uh..an actual baby...with you” god he was being so awkward.

Davey’s eyes widened slightly but he smirked. “Should we go try for one?”

“Stop teasing me!”Jack whined, “But is..is this something you want Davey? Like do you think we’re ready for a baby?”

Davey just stared at him.

“You’re making me nervous, Davey”Jack chuckled, “You’re not speaking, that’s weird”

“You’re an asshole,”He said.

Jack’s heart stuttered. “W-what?” “You’re an asshole because now me and Spot owe Race fifty dollars”He grumbled. “How could you do this to me?” “I’m not following,”Jack said after a few moments of trying to pick his jaw off the floor.

“Of course I want a baby with you”He said, grabbing Jack’s hand. “I’ve only been dropping hints since the day we got married!”

“What hints!”Jack exclaimed, “I’m so confused”

“I’m always holding the babies at any family function”He started, “I’m always offering to babysit Chanah and Anika and Damien-”

“I get it, your family is huge”Jack said, Davey gave him the side eye.

“We have a spare room that I have been guarding with my life!”he continued, “we have a literal baby name book in here-”

“You said it was so we could name Luna!”Jack sputtered.

“And that’s how she ended up with the most human name ever!”He laughed, “Our dogs name is Luna Anne Kelly-Jacobs”

“It’s a cute name!”

“Face it Jack, I’ve been dropping hints”He huffed, “And now i’m short fifty bucks so thanks a lot”

“Well why were you guys betting on me!”Jack asked, “You know better than to bet with Race on anything”

“We wanted to see who would cave first, me or you”He said, “I obviously thought it was gonna be me because you’re dense-”

“Hey!”

“But then you get all nervous and cute saying you want a baby!”he finished, chest heaving. “Which is simultaneously the most attractive and dumbest thing you’ve ever done”

“I...I don’t know what to say,”Jack said. There were a lot of things he could have said, but his brain had turned to mush.

“Just...sometimes you are very clueless”He giggled, “I thought I was going to have to spell it out for you on the fridge or something”

“So you really want a baby?”Jack said, “With me?”

“No, I want a baby with Specs”he scoffed.

“Hey”Jack warned, “Specs is an attractive man, you got somethin you want to tell me?”

“Of course I want a baby with you, idiot”He rolled his eyes. “Adoption or surrogacy or fostering I...I don’t care. I think you’ve been an amazing parent to Race,Charlie and Luna, and you’ll be an amazing parent to whatever kid comes through this door. You sell yourself short Jack”

“Says you”Jack snorted, “You see the way you are with those babies? You’re like a completely different person, it makes my heart do weird shit”

“Makes your heart do weird shit”He quoted, “Now I feel like that should’ve been your vows”

“Yeah?”Jack smirked.

“Yeah, it’s completely on brand”He said.

“So this is...this is something we’re doing”Jack said, “We’re gonna have some babies?”

“Woah there buddy”He said with wide eyes, “How did a baby turn into some babies?”

Jack waved him off, “Potato tomato”

“That’s...that’s not even the saying”He said slowly, “But let’s start with one”

“Two”

“One”

“Three”

“One”

“One and a half!”

“You can’t have half a baby!”He exclaimed.

“Well you can if you try hard enough!”Jack fired back.

“Unbelievable”He said, rubbing his eyes. “You’re unbelievable, why did I marry you?”

“For Medda”Jack said, with a serious face. Davey shrugged and laid his legs over Jack’s lap.

“Medda is pretty awesome”

“We’re gonna have a baby”Jack repeated.

“Yes we are”He said, “But let’s take this one step at a time, yeah? I don’t want to overwhelm you-”

“I’m gettin the baby book!”Jack exclaimed, bolting up from the couch. Before Davey had the time to process Jack was running back into the livingroom at full speed. He skidded to a halt but ended up toppling over onto Davey’s stomach.

“Bastard”He wheezed, pushing at Jack’s shoulders. Jack stuck his tongue out and made himself comfortable flipping through the book.

“What are you-”

“Shh”Jack hushed, furrowing his brows. His eyes scanned the pages until they found what they were looking for.

“Aha!”Jack said, sitting up so Davey could get a good look. There appeared to be four names messily scrawled in red ink at the bottom of the page. Davey wanted to scold him for defacing the book but his scolding soon died in his throat when Jack spoke up.

“I-I know your peoples are important to you so I wanted to add some more...ya know, traditional names in there”Jack said fiddling with the pages, “I got a boys and a girls name and just-they’re so pretty Davey”

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you anymore”He murmured, placing a kiss on Jack’s temple. “You picked good, baby”

Elsie and Salem were scribbled in Jack’s messy handwriting. “I really like these two, but what are these other ones?”

“I mean i’m Irish I guess”Jack mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Both of my folks were and I didn’t really get to learn anything and just-”

“You want our baby to grow up knowing what their parents are,”He said. He grabbed the hand Jack was fiddling with and intertwined them. 

“Yeah”Jack said, squeezing his hand. “Exactly”

Davey leaned forward and pressed a finger against a name Jack hadn’t written. “This one, how do you say it?”

“Saoirse?”Jack said,

“Saoirse”He repeated slowly, “Saoirse...I..I really like that one”

“Yeah?”Jack said.

“Yeah”He chuckled, “Yeah I really like this one a lot”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”Jack said, with a grin. “It’s kinda growing on me”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He said, “I’m not even mad you snuck your last name in there”

“Should we add it to the list then?”

“No, Jack I think it’s the one”He said.

“Really?”

“Really!”Davey said, “Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”

“Saoirse Kelly-Jacobs”He whispered, squeezing Davey’s hand even tighter.

“God, we can’t wait to meet you”

A/n someone should try and count how many times Davey fidgets in this fic. Also comments do be kinda nice

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[chastiefoul]

sleepy day // katsuki bakugo

Walking from the dorm ahead to the unshaken UA building, your mind wandered off, eyes unbelievably heavy. The fee of staying up all night studying was due; you were exhaustingly sleep-deprived. Slowly but surely, the background chatter you heard clearly turned into one indistinguishable ball of words, an indicator that your body was ready to shut off its system just to get the rest it was desperately begging for.

You stopped your step for a while, gaining a concentration that was running away from you. You brought up a hand to rub your eyes, then blinking them as hard as you can. But to no avail, the weight stayed. A faint yet jarring ‘Oi’ nudged your composure, it sounded familiar. Still, it wasn’t your name, you didn’t have a reason to respond because unlike every other day, you didn’t care. You wanted nothing more than going back to being nosy but with the blaring burden of frazzle, it was the last thing on your priority list that morning.

 Suddenly, a hand gripped your shoulder, without having to look you felt the explosive aura and the aggression it emitted. “hUH, did you just ignore me?!” The intense gaze he always had didn’t bother you as much as it did before. Perhaps it was precisely because he did it every day that it became a normal thing, that Bakugo’s harsh tone hid no ill-mannered intention; though it wasn’t the case all the time. In fact, your short-tempered boyfriend was sometimes soft, all bark and no bite. Of course, that note would only apply if he’s not somewhere in battlefield. Which is where he was at most of the time, unfortunately.

Feeling the lack of need to reply his intensity and mostly his teeth gritting, you kept your eyes at the building you were supposed to go to. “Katsuki, this is bad,” you claimed, still fighting your own eyelids. “Pretty sure it’s just your dumb ass being dramatic as usual,” he said nonchalantly, maybe too much, one would assume, if they didn’t know better. Yet, the subtle concerned side glance he put said the opposite. “I didn’t sleep last night,” you finally faced him, regret crippling across your face screaming for help. Upon hearing that, Katsuki put a blank expression, then kept walking ahead of you, as if had the same regret for even hearing what you had to say. You ran after him with animated tears.

“K-katsuki, help meee!”

“Shut up! Whose fault do you think that is?!”

-

If the usual class was hell, then this time it was like a special room demons had prepared for special kind of people, like the ones who put their milk before their cereal. You couldn’t stop dozing off every few minutes, by the seventh time, you lost the control of your awake state and knocked your head into the table, causing a loud bang against the wood, catching everybody’s attention.

A flare-like blush spread across your face while Kaminari, Sero, and Mineta cry-laughed under their breath mockingly. Aizawa just stared at you, eyes glowing red threateningly, obviously saying if you disturbed the class once more, you will be doing a self-studying at the hall. You nodded vigorously, not wanting to piss off the Pro hero any further. Realizing Bakugo’s gaze at you, you turned to him. His expression unreadable, then he looked away letting out a ‘tch’

Lunch came, Midoriya and Uraraka immediately approached you. ‘”(y/n)! Are you okay?” Midoriya asked, genuinely worried about his friend. “From which? My fight against this table or the life shortening gaze from Mr. Aizawa?” A chill ran down your spine, remembering back the latter event. “From all of.. that.” Uraraka added. You stood up, eyes bloodshot, putting a hand on each side of their shoulder. “Look at my face, then ask that question again.” An intimidating dark purple aura emitted from your back, as if your face wasn’t screaming ‘I look like shit’ enough. “Sorry, we understand.” They stood tall, sweat running all over their faces.

“I didn’t sleep last night,” you stated, after that short comedy scene finished. “It’s just there’s this part of the lecture I didn’t get yesterday, and I would hate ..it if I.. bring.. my ..cluelessness to the next.. day. So ..here.. ..we ar…zzz” Your voice grew inaudible at each word, by the end of the sentence, you were out of it.

Midoriya and Uraraka looked at each other.

Amazing, she fell asleep standing up..

“(y/n)! Let’s go already, damn it!” Bakugo shouted from the door of the classroom, this brought you back to life, realizing it’s lunch time and you had to eat. “Yes, yes, I’m coming. Let’s go, you both.”

When you arrived at the cafeteria, Midoriya and Uraraka parted ways with you, you sat with Bakugo, Kaminari, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina.

“Wha?!” You said, obviously shocked while looking at your food one second after you sat down. Everyone didn’t let it go unnoticed and waited for you to continue to explain what was wrong. Except Bakugo’s expression was clearly tired (of your shi-), it was almost like he said ‘Oh hell what is it this time.’

Still, you continued, “I can almost swear that I ordered a beef bowl, but I think I only said it in my mind…” You said dejectedly to your bowl of ramen. The whole squad stared at you blankly, a common expression you’re getting that day. You waited for even just a single word response, but nothing. They kept eating, ignoring your questionable stupidity.

“C’mon, not even Kaminari?” You shot your most polished pleading look. Eyelashes batted, lips pouting, y'know, things like that.

“Oi, don’t go looking at guys like that.” Bakugo grabbed your cheeks, making you turn to your food instead. “I hate to say this (y/n)-chan, with your eyes red like that, that ‘look’ won’t get you anywhere,” Mina said truthfully, not intending to offend you in the slightest obviously.

“Yeah, while banging your head against the table was very manly, not knowing your limit when doing something wasn’t very much,” Kirishima stated, his sharky tooth formed a smile. “Yes Kirishima, because clearly that’s the purpose she was pursuing for in her life... to be manly.” Kaminari said sarcastically, finding many flaws on Kirishima’s statement. “Kaminari be standing up for (y/n) when he was laughing the loudest back there,” Sero claimed, wearing his usual grin. Kaminari was frantically searching for an excuse until Mina slapped his arm, gesturing towards the said person of the conversation.

No wonder the star of the talk was nowhere to be heard, you had fallen asleep on Bakugo’s shoulder, very soundly if I might add, while the ash-blond haired male only ate quietly. Mina squealed without sound, being the number one supporter of your relationship as she is. While the guys only offered him a knowing smirk.

“Shut up! She was the one clinging into me!” He said a bit softer than his usual tone, maybe not wanting to wake you up, but he will never admit that because well, he’s Bakugo. Hearing his answer his friends stared at him in disbelief.

“What?!” The scowl on his face deepens. “Dude you’re putting an arm over her shoulder,” Kirishima started, “Making you eat with only your left hand,” Sero added, “Which was your non-dominant hand.” Kaminari continued, “Bakugo, break news, you’re whipped.” Mina finished.

Critical hit to the now furious Bakugo. His free hand was starting to form a splatter of explosion, eyes raging. The rest of the table swiftly brought their empty plates and ran, laughing while getting away from him, blatantly not showing any remorse or regret a word they were saying.

Bakugo sighed, resting his eyes on you.

“Idiot, don’t let me be on my own like that. You owed me big fucking time, okay?” he grumbled, a bit too gently for his liking. You did that to him sometimes. You unconsciously let out a soft grunt, snuggling closer.

He smiled at that.

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[princecharmingmendes]

Electricity | Shawn Mendes

“Going to the gym it’s already a part of Shawn’s life, but the whole atmosphere changes when he sees you waking in for the first time. It was like electricity”

sooo, even tough i’m working on a new soulmate series  (follow me for more updates *wink*) i felt bad for not updating my masterlist or whatever recently, so i had this idea coming back from gym and it’s a really simple concept. anyways, i’ll stop rambling and hope you like this concept/blurb thing... that’s it, it’s not my best work, but it was what I could come up with... byeeee

*Word Count: 2.2K+

*Warnings: cursing and that's it!

*Posted: March 15th, 2020.

                                                           -*-

Shawn’s pretty sure he’s an idiot. Not that he ever doubted that, but right now he’s just one hundred percent sure he’s pathetic. Working out is a really important thing on his life, not only for working purposes, but also to be able to keep up with all the stuff he has to do in general and to keep himself healthy. So it’s no surprise he’s basically everyday on the gym or doing something, and he generally was really good on focusing only on his workout, but recently that was becoming harder and harder, all because of you.

He’d always workout on the mornings to be able to work after and be free for the rest of the day, making this routine to not have excuses to skip leg day. And since this have been for a while, he knew pretty much everyone around him enough to notice when someone new showed up, but he didn’t pay much attention. That was until the first time he saw you. You were walking into the gym with a friend, giggling about something she said with an adorable blush on your face, an oversized hoodie and a pair of black leggings, and the messiest yet most beautiful ponytail he has ever seen in his life.

He just stood there in shock, mesmerized by the sound of you laughing and breathtaking smile and his trainer even asked if he was okay, which he just nodded. He tried so hard not to look at you because he thought that was invasive and kind of a dick thing to do, he couldn’t help to find himself looking for you, trying so bad to keep his eyes to himself. He didn’t want to be a creep. The second time his trainer noticed, he told him she was the sweetest girl he ever met but was dating some dude at work. The third time he tried to ignore your presence but it was hard, you were like a magnet and your voice was like melody to his ears.

His biggest regret was telling that to his friends, they didn’t miss a beat on mocking him about the mysterious girl he’s been crazy about. Every single time he mentioned something gym related they would make some funny comment about it. Brian even decided he would join him on his workout just to see the girl that’s been on his friends mind for a while now. So a week later he joined Shawn at the gym on his usual time and couldn’t stop cursing.

“Dude, why do you wake up that early?!”

“So that I can start my day knowing I already worked out and that I’m free”

“You are fucking insane, Mendes”

“Fuck off, Brian” he said chuckling as he got there and pushed the door open.

“I better end up looking like you after all this sacrifice”

“You know that’s not how working out works, right?”

“Yeah, and that’s why I hate it”

“Shut up, you didn’t even started, dude”

“Whatever” Brian said as they approached the trainer, only to be told to start by earning up.

They followed Shawn’s insane routine, with Brian complaining at every single movement, saying it was pointless since you were not there for him to finally meet you, even tough Shawn didn’t even had the courage to talk to you. When Brian was cursing for the billionth time, Shawn saw you walking in alone and going straight to the girl who he noticed that might be your trainer.

“Dude, what’re you... oh shit, that’s her isn’t she?”

“Yeah”

“Shit, I know her”

“What?!”

“I mean, I don’t actually know her, but she’s a really good Finn’s friend”

“Finn’s? She’s not his girlfriend?”

“No, dude, he’s got a girlfriend for two years now”

“Holy shit”

“Want me to talk to her and introduce you guys?”

“That would be so awkward”

“Only if you make it”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea”

“Are we done?”

“With what?”

“Your routine? ‘Cause I honestly feel like I won’t be able to talk tomorrow”

“Yeah, we can cut it a little shorter today”

“Great, hey, Y/N!”

“Brian” Shawn hissed through gritted teeth but it was too late, you turned around to see who was calling your name, and then you shot them a breathtaking smile, or at least, Shawn was finding it extremely hard to breath.

“Brian, right?” she asked approaching both of them.

“Yeah, that’s me, and this is Shawn, my best friend”

“Hi, Shawn” she said smiling at me and offering her hand to shake, and so I did.

“Hey, nice to meet you” Shawn said unable to hold back the grin that was plastered on his pink lips.

“Are you guys done? I don’t want to bother you too”

“Yeah, we’re cool, how’ve you been?”

“Fine, actually, things are a little crazy at work but that’s a good thing right?”

“I guess so, she’s a lawyer” Brian said.

“Oh, that’s nice”

“What have you been doing?”

“I’ve been working with Shawn for the past months”

“Really? Didn’t know you had music gift”

“Oh, he doesn’t” Shawn said and the girl giggled.

“I’ve been helping him on tour”

“So basically you’ve been traveling ‘helping Shawn’ and being payed for it?”

“Pretty much” Shawn said smiling.

“Hey, I do a lot, okay?”

“Sure thing, Brian, how do I take his place?”

“Just say the word” Shawn said chuckling making Y/N giggle, his heart melting at the sound.

“Great to know you too are already friendly enough to mock me” Brian said making both of their faces red.

“Anyway, it was nice talking to you guys, but I really gotta start this so I won’t be late later”

“Sure, it was nice seeing you too, Y/N, take care” Brian said and Shawn just mumbled a quick ‘bye’ before she turned away smiling at them “now you know each other” Brian said grinning and Shawn hit the back of his head playfully.

“You idiot” Shawn said as they left the gym laughing.

                                                         -*-

Since their first introduction, they haven’t talked much but would always say ‘hi’ at least to each other everyday, and she didn’t leave his mind at all. It was getting harder to don’t seem like a creep for looking at her while she was trying to mind her own business and sometimes he even caught her staring, but quickly turning away. So when she didn’t show up one day he got worried, she didn’t seem the type to miss her training, at least, she didn’t on the last month and a half. He even considered asking what happened to her coach but decided to drop it. But for his relief, she came to talk to Shawn’s trainer about it.

“Y/N called to say she couldn’t make it”

“Oh, everything alright?”

“Yeah, she just had a meeting she had to reschedule and she’s super busy, so this was the only time she and her client could meet”

“Nice... can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure”

“I won’t be able to come here on Friday, can you keep an eye on Shawn for me?”

“Totally, I just have to ask Y/N since she’s in for his usual time”

“I can come on another time if you want” Shawn said as he finished a series, taking a break.

“I’ll talk to her, if she doesn’t mind, would it be bad for you?”

“No, not at all” Shawn said trying to contain his excitement.

“Great, thanks, Jen”

“Anytime, Duke” she said as she went back to where she was previously.

“She said Y/N finds you cute”

“What?”

“Yeah, you should ask her out”

“Dude, are you serious? Is my love life you entertainment?” Shawn asked trying to keep his features as serious as possible.

“Pretty much”

“Unbelievable”

“But for real, you should really ask her out, it’s been a while you’ve been drooling over her and not doing anything about it”

“Yeah, maybe Friday”

“Whatever works for you, rockstar, now let’s go back to work”

                                                         -*-

Friday came faster than expected. Shawn was practically hoping on the streets to get to the gym in excitement. Jen was already there when he arrived, but he didn’t spot Y/N, which calmed him a bit.

“Hey, how are you?”

“Hi, Shawn, good morning, Duke showed me his plans for you, do you mind if we change it a bit?”

“Not at all, what do you have in mind?”

“I know you have some hard times stretching, so maybe we could work on that as well? To balance things a bit”

“Sure”

“Great, Y/N will be here anytime, wanna start warming up a bit?”

“Works for me”

Just as Shawn was doing as Jen told him to, Y/N walked in wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized hoodie, as always, and her hair in two braids. He could feel his palms sweating.

“Good morning, guys” Y/N said smiling at them.

“Morning” they both answered.

“So, Jen, what are we doing today?”

“We’re not going to change much, Shawn’s going to fit in your routine”

“Good luck, dude”

“Hey, it can’t be that hard right? I think I can handle it” he said, feeling his ego being punched.

Shawn didn’t consider himself as an athlete of anything like that, but he worked out hard for a while now.

“Let’s ser about that, tiger” Y/N said with a grin playing on her lips.

“Enough with the flirting, can we start?”

“Yes, Ma’am” Shawn said as soon as he felt his face heat up and Y/N’s cheek get a little pinker than usual.

He was so wrong. His workout routine was pretty intense, but hers were just something else. She trained a lot the muscles on her anda and back due to pain she has from stress and position at work, so there’s not so much weight lifting but what she does is just as bad, Shawn found himself almost begging to grab a few weights or something on his routine. When Jen announced the worst was over he almost felt happy, then he remembered she told him she was going to help them stretch, which was literally his biggest fear.

He was mesmerized by Y/N’s ability to apparently ignore the natural humane positions and simply became like a doll on Jen’s hands. He just stood there in awe with every movement she made while he couldn’t even touch his toes. But even tough the training was completely different and out of his comfort zone, he swear he never had more fun in his life. Y/N was constantly cracking jokes and making some sarcastic yet funny comments about pretty much everything. He was also impressed at how naturally the conversation was flowing between them, they sometimes ever forgot that Jen was right there beside them the whole time, only being remembered due to the exercises and the bickering about their flirting situation. Shawn found himself disappointed on how fast the minutes flew by.

“Well, it was fun, guys, see you two on Monday” Jen said as we grabbed our stuff.

“See you, Jen, thank you” Shawn said as she went to her next class.

“She’s right, today was actually really nice” Y/N said looking up at Shawn from where she was sitting on the floor.

“It was, Monday we’ll have the part two to this”

“Yeah... or maybe...”

“Yeah?” Shawn asked offering a hand for her to stand up, which she gladly took with a smile on her lips.

“Are you free right now?”

“I am, why?”

“Wanna go grab something to eat? There’s this really nice place nearby with some healthy stuff and great iced teas”

“I’d love that, actually I was intending to ask you out for a while now”

“I know” She said chuckling.

“What? Wait... how?!”

“Brian told me”

“I’m going to kill him” Shawn muttered under his breath.

“Hey” she said squeezing his hand, that he even forgot that was still holding hers “don’t do it, I’ve been wanting to do the same for a while now”

“Really?” Shawn asked, his whole demeanor changing into a smirk, making her blush.

“Yeah, I was just waiting to see if you’d actually do something other than ask about me or stare at me from a distance”

“Sorry, I got a little nervous”

“That’s why I decided to step up”

“And I appreciate it, but I was wondering... if we could actually have a proper date, one that I’m not all sweaty and shit”

“Hmm... it depends”

“On what?”

“Are actually going to ask me out this time?”

“Y/N, would you like to go on date with me... tonight... or whenever you’re available actually”

“I’d love to, and tonight’s just fine by the way”

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at seven?”

“Fine by me, give me your phone” she said and I handled it to her, in which she wrote her number down.

“Thank you” Shawn said smiling at her.

“Are we still going to grab something to eat now or...?”

“Oh, yeah, sure, let’s go” Shawn said squeezing her hand back and she just smiled at him, not letting go of his hand as she pulled him outside.

Shawn could literally feel his whole body exploding in excitement. Little did he know, she was feeling the same way.

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[main-bangtansmauyeondan]

Crystal Snow (Text in between images)

🎄 Day 11 - Crystal Snow

MASTERLIST

a/n: When Taehyung confessed his feelings to... Jimin? 🤣

"Wow, I... I'm speechless, man."

"Yeah, no. Forget it," Taehyung leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling. "I wasn't really planning on telling you anyway. Bro code, remember?" Taehyung blew an air out to ease a fluff of hair that fell in front of his eyes away. 

"No, I just... Well, thank you for telling me," Jimin stared fondly at his bestfriend. "I've known you since college and I thought it's just a crush, you know. I mean, you dated--"

"I dated around and never settled on a relationship because it's not with your sister. Do you get it now?"

Jimin raised both his hands up, feigning surrender to Taehyung's annoyance. When Taehyung started confessing to him about his feelings for his twin sister, it took him a few minutes to process that the reason why Taehyung has been hiding from the world all day is because he thought YN and Jungkook have gotten back together. A miscommunication with Yoongi the night before served like a wrecking ball against the Lego house he built to finally pluck up the courage to ask his sister out on a proper date. Sulking, Taehyung chose to stay at home to regroup and rethink his life decisions in the past few weeks. Jimin being Jimin on the other hand, chose not to tell Taehyung right away how wrong he was about YN and Jungkook. Instead, he watched as his bestfriend agonize himself for losing the only shot he had in winning her heart.

"Why didn't you tell me you feel that way about YNnie, though? You're a fucking moron," Jimin threw a cushion at Taehyung which he successfully dodged.

"No, YOU are, Jimin. I spend time with her one minute, you're chewing my head off the next," he scoffed. "I never really had the chance to get to know her better until that Paris trip - which by the way, was a little too short for my liking - because you're always hovering over us," he whined as he picked Yeontan back up and nuzzled his neck.

"Look, I'm sorry that I'm an overprotective brother, but I trusted Jungkook with her and look what he's done. If it makes you feel better, I think you've been a pretty much good distraction for her. She seems to be enjoying your company," Jimin leaned closer to Taehyung and gave his knee a few light pats, "Lighten up, bro. To be honest with you, I thought there's something going on between you two lately," Jimin did not miss the way Taehyung cocked his eyebrow at him and felt the need to justify what he said. "Alright, hear me out... Yes, you know each other but you've never been really close. She's closer to Namjoon hyung because of Yoongi hyung and Sohee. She even gets along really well with Jin hyung because they used to work on a project together," Jimin tried to make a point. "But you? I feel like you guys were skipping around each other and never really hung out until that cookbook meeting. Then when you started hanging out--" Jimin made some explosion noise with his mouth, "BOOM. Chemical reaction."

Albeit bitterly, Taehyung couldn't help but smile at Jimin's observation. "I didn't want to put myself in a situation where it could get weird between you and me back then. I knew my feelings would show. There's also Jungkook, like, he's - somehow - our friend, too," Taehyung stood up and walked to the mini fridge to retrieve two cans of soda and handed one to Jimin. "You know it's always been her for me, right?" Instead of answering, Jimin started giggling and gradually fell into a fit of hearty laughter until he's sliding down the couch. "Wow. You are unbelievable, Park Jimin! STOP MAKING FUN OF MY FEELINGS YOU, IDIOT. I should have never opened up. Get out. Get out of my house or I will drag you out myself," Taehyung started pulling on Jimin's leg which caused the other man to flail his arms about.

"NO NO STOP STOP," Jimin didn't stop kicking until he was able to sit back down on the couch. Catching his breath from so much laughter, he clutched his chest with one hand and pointed the other to Taehyung, "I'm not making fun of your feelings. It's just that I didn't know they were THAT intense, man."

"They are THAT intense. Fuck you and The Bro Code Committee, I am forced to ignore my feelings. But every single time I see her, it's just-- UUGGH-- they're so complex and they stick to me like snowflakes and I can't shake 'em off," Taehyung plopped himself back on the couch, still not believing he's having this conversation with Jimin. He took a sip of his soda before shaking his head, "I figured if it isn't with YN, I might as well not enter a serious relationship at all. I have always wanted what Jungkook had with her, you know."

A pang of guilt knocked on Jimin's chest because he knew he's technically one of reasons why Taehyung has been hiding his feelings and enduring the pain. "I'm... I don't know what to say, bro. I'm surprised you didn't go crazy if you've been hiding that for so long."

"My brothers know... and Yoongi hyung knows as well. But yeah, doesn't matter now. I hope Jungkook never hurts her again or I'm kicking his ass this time," he started cracking his knuckles for full effect.

"How can you kick his ass when he's in the US? He dropped off YN's boarding pass yesterday when he asked her to take him back," Jimin said nonchalantly, trying to get a reaction from Taehyung. The sound that came out of Taehyung's mouth before he threw himself on the couch face down was enough to send Jimin laughing into eternity again. "Oh, Tannie, come come..." Jimin picked Yeontan up and started talking softly into his ear, "Tell daddy he better get himself together so he can ask YN out on a proper date. Uncle Jimin approves."

Face still smacked down on the couch, Taehyung reached for a cushion and threw it in Jimin's direction. "GET OUT!" he let out a muffled yell.

"Oh, Tannie..." Jimin cooed, "Tell daddy that Jungkook is going to the US alone and as of--" Jimin glanced at his watch, "11:32 PM tonight, YN is still single. So maybe Daddy can properly ask her to be your Mommy, right?" He nuzzled the fluffy puppy's neck, "Does Tannie want a new Mommy, huh?"

Taehyung froze upon hearing what Jimin has been telling his fur baby.

"Taehyung-ah, are you still breathing?"

Without warning, Taehyung charged into Jimin and clung onto him like a koala already giggling in excitement, "Really? REALLY? She didn't take him back?"

"No."

"Wait..." Taehyung started play-strangling Jimin which made the other man squirm under him, "You son of a bitch, you could have told me that twenty minutes ago."

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