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A Fiercely Bleeding Heart (Lucifer/OFC): Chapter 4

Story summary: Emery (Our lovely OFC) owns a thriving coffee shop smack dab in the middle of Monroe City, Mo. She’s well known for her unique coffee drinks and her “coffee charity”. What happens when a woman with too much heart- and not nearly enough common sense- comes across the fallen archangel in his mostly human state? Will Lucifer behave, or will he bite the hand that (quite literally) feeds him?

Warnings for this chapter specifically: THE SMUT IS FINALLY BEGINNING! We don’t have a full smut scene in here, but there’s a sexy little prelude and some background growth between Lucifer and Emery!

Warnings/Tags: Loosely based around S.13 E. 13! Plus size OC, OC is gullible and a big softie, Lucifer in his nearly human form, Soft Lucifer, Dean and Sam cosplaying FBI agents again, Canon typical violence, Non-Canon compliant story line, Soulmate AU-ish?, smut in future chapters, canon typical cursing, NOT a slow burn, not beta’d we die like our king Crowley, smut, mild smut, vaginal fingering,

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written smut so I hope this is passable!

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After an absolute overabundance of food was brought to the room, I was left to my own devices. It felt a little silly to just accept my current predicament but I kept trying to rationalize it to myself anyway. It wasn’t like I could just get up and leave, right? Who knew what enemies waited outside the room? Lucifer had said something about still dealing with Asmodeus and his people after all. And how would I even begin to find my way around? It’s quite possible there wasn’t even a direct route out of hell. Not to mention… I really didn’t want to let Lucifer down by disappearing or disobeying him. So, after eating and using the restroom, I simply collapsed back into the giant bed once more. It took no time to start feeling drowsy and, as I dozed off, I couldn’t help but think about asking Lucifer how to buy one of these beds for my own home.

“Rise and shine, princess!”

“Fuck!”

Heart pounding and eyes swimming nauseatingly, I rocketed upright and hastily searched the room in fear. Asmodeus. It had to be him!

“Whoa, whoa there, doll! Easy now,” Lucifer’s words filtered through my panic.

Finally, I spotted the fallen angel as he approached the bed and I couldn’t help the relieved sigh that escaped.

“Jesus, Lucifer, don’t- don’t scare me like that!” I snapped.

Lucifer snorted and lifted his hands in the air, as if in surrender, as he sat beside me.

There was the strangest mixture of warmth and coolness radiating from him as his thigh pressed against mine. It was honestly soothing. As I let go of the fear and irritation of being startled from my sleep, I definitely didn’t sneak a look at the massive difference between our legs, nor imagine how good it would feel to sit on his thigh... A shudder ran up my spine at the mental image. I quickly kicked myself back into reality and shot him a weak smile.

“So, uh, what’s going on?” I asked.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a little smirk and he bumped his shoulder into mine.

“I figured if you were gonna be here for a while, I should at least give you a tour of the place! Unless you wanna be stuck in here alone, of course-”

“No, I mean, yes, please! That would be great,” I sighed happily.

Just the thought of being alone again for god knows how long was enough to make my heart twist. I was so used to being surrounded by the hubbub of the shop that just these last few hours of solitude were enough to last me a lifetime.

Brows knitting in thought, I let my gaze travel around the room in search of some sign of my phone before a groan escaped.

“The shop! How long have I been down here? Fuck, they’re probably sick with worry. I haven’t even been able to do the orders! Everything is going to-”

Cool fingers rested over my mouth and instantly shut me up, my heart leaping into my throat. Eyes darting up to meet his, I gave him a confused look to which he simply grinned.

“Already took care of that. Your little monkeys were sent a text letting them know you were sick and that you’d be closed until you were better. Now, if you promise you’re done with your little freakout, I’ll let you go.”

Part of me wanted to rebel just to keep his hands on me for a while longer, but logic won out in the end and I gave him a little nod.

“So you have my phone?” I asked.

“Yup,” he said, popping the p cutely, “But you’re not getting it back until I’m certain you’re one hundred percent healthy and able to go back. Capiche?”

The look I gave him only earned a bigger grin in response, telling me all I needed to know about arguing with him.

With a sigh, I said, “Fine. You win. Show me… hell?”

“Gladly!”

He stood and offered up an elbow, which I happily took. As my hand slid into his elbow, forcing me to stand all the much closer to him, I couldn’t stop the little smile and butterflies that followed.

“Oh, and a word of advice?” he said as he opened the door, “I wouldn’t run off alone. I’m still trying to get things in order and some of these droogs think they can disobey.”

That sounded just lovely. Thankfully, I knew I was safe at Lucifer’s side, but it did worry me for any time I was alone in the room in the near future. Tightening my grip on his arm, I scooted slightly closer as we passed a pack of people in the hall and attempted to school my features into something other than fear.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I trust you to keep me safe,” I told him honestly.

After what Asmodeus put me through? There was no way in hell- ha- that I would chance getting caught by some of his loyalists.

“Good. Now, do you have anything in particular you’d like to see, or avoid?” he asked.

After thinking for a moment, I replied, “I’d like to avoid anything too… gory. Or anything involving torture with everything that happened.”

I hoped he didn’t think me weak for that but, even if he did, there was no way I’d want to see it even if I hadn’t been through that. Horror movies with fake gore, I could stand. The thought of seeing a person tortured in real life though, made my stomach ache.

He stopped suddenly and my gaze was drawn up to him in confusion, only to find him staring intently down at me.

“I wouldn’t take you there even if you hadn’t said anything. You’re too good for that.”

Somehow, the way he spat out the word good made it sound like an insult. I tried not to let it bother me and instead flashed him a warm smile.

“I appreciate that. Um, maybe we could see the throne room? I got to see some of it before but I’d like to get a better look at it with you there,” I offered.

“Good choice, princess. I’ve got some business to attend to there anyway,” he praised giddily.

My heart swelled with happiness. This was going well so far.

“I have a silly question,” I sighed after a few quiet moments.

“What’s that?” he replied.

Looking up at him, I asked something I’d been dying to ask since last night.

“Tell me about yourself? I mean, whatever you feel comfortable sharing of course. I was never really a religious person. I don’t know much about Christianity, much less what is actually true, because you don’t seem like the evil, fire, and brimstone that the bible made you out to be.” Apparently, I had hit a nerve because he suddenly went stiff and his jaw clenched hard. I almost backpedaled and apologized for asking such a personal question, but then his eyes met mine.

“You really want to know?” he asked quietly.

I nodded and said, “Whatever you want to share with me. I feel you know so much about me and I know nothing about you.”

With a heavy sigh, he began talking. The halls were confusing and tiring to walk, probably because my body was still recovering, but it was easy to ignore with the conversation flowing between us. It was enthralling to hear him talk about it all; heaven, GOD who was apparently a giant dick, the angels, his fall, and his reasoning. I had expected something chaotic but I was slowly coming to understand the sad reality of it all. Unfortunately, we came to a large set of doors before he was finished, and I knew the conversation was put aside for now when he waved the doors open to show the throne room.

“It’s much brighter in here now,” I mumbled in surprise.

“Yeah, Asmodeus was one for theatrics,” he chuckled, “Come, sit while I call the guys down.”

To my surprise, he led me straight to the throne and gestured me forward.

“Wait, you want me to sit here?!” I gasped in disbelief, “But, where are you going to sit?”

“I mean, you could always just sit in my lap but I prefer to stand when addressing the idiots,” he said with a wink.

Face warming, I nodded in understanding before carefully sitting on the chair. It was much easier to see all the intricate carvings up close and I couldn’t help but marvel at the craftsmanship of it all. It was gorgeous.

Lucifer snapped and suddenly there were four being in the center of the room. He walked around behind the throne and leaned against the back as he started talking.

“Updates, people. Where are we on finding the Losechesters?”

The group looked at each other nervously before the only female-presenting one spoke up.

“We haven’t heard anything from them, sir. We tried looking-”

“You’re telling me no one has found them yet?” Lucifer bit out gruffly.

Eyes widening in shock, I watched the group of four demons before us practically cowered to the ground. He hadn’t even threatened them yet and they were kneeling, preparing for the worst.

“How?! There are thousands of you idiots and you can’t find two little hunters?!”

“S-Sir, if- if I may?” the shortest one of the four pled, “They seem to have gone off the grid. Even the other hunters haven’t heard from them, and there is no love lost between them, as you know.”

Lucifer scoffed and my eyes found his tall form as he stalked around to stand as a wall between the demons and me, hand lifted in the air in the form of a snap symbolically.

“How many does it take to pass along a message, princess?” Lucifer asked suddenly.

Caught like a deer in headlights, I stammered out in surprise, “Uh, o-one?”

“Hmm, you heard the lady.”

There was a loud chorus of pleas before he snapped and there was a big billow of black ash across the floor. I tried to peek out around him and found only the shortest of the four left.

Oh.

“Run along now and spread it to the rest of the goon squad that, if progress isn’t made soon, they’re just as replaceable.”

“Y-Yes- Yes sir!” the demon squeaked out.

I couldn’t deny that it was slightly amusing to see a full-grown man, a demon no less, act like a scolded child. My amusement was placated when Lucifer suddenly spun around, leaning down and pinning me into the throne with a hand on either arm. Fuck, he really liked doing that, and he looked damn good doing it.

“Now that that’s done, where would you like to go next, doll?”

…

“Lucifer?” I called out nervously.

I was almost certain I was in the throne room again, except this time it was dark and empty- save for myself and a mysteriously shadowed figure upon the chair. As if on cue, a light blinked on above the throne, and there sat Lucifer in all his glory; One leg propped up on the right arm while he rested his elbow on the left, lounging about as if he had no care in the world.

“I knew you’d find me eventually,” he cooed warmly, “Now, come here.”

Swallowing thickly, I nodded once and walked across the floor. The closer I got, the faster my heart raced. Was this finally happening? Were my dreams finally going to come true?

He snapped, pointing to the floor before him as he spun to sit properly in the chair, and I wasted no time dropping to my knees. A hand in my hair drew me closer until my knees pressed against the cold concrete holding the throne up.

“You are just an obedient little thing, aren’t you?” he mused.

I nodded in answer but my movements were halted as pain shot through my scalp, his fingers gripping tight enough to jerk a choked gasp from my throat.

“Answer when you are spoken to.”

“Y-Yes, Lord Lucifer,” I breathed out.

Despite my best efforts, lust shone through painfully obvious in my tone and my face heated warm at his chuckle.

“You’d do anything I ask you to,” he sighed happily.

Again, I almost nodded but this time I thought better of it, before whispering, “Yes Lord Lucifer, please tell me what you want.”

My eyes snapped open but, rather than the irritation I had begun to expect from being woken up from such a good dream, I felt uncertainty. What had woken me up? I could feel from the gritty burning in my eyes that I hadn’t slept very long, despite being exhausted from the full day of exploring with Lucifer.

“You know, when I heard you praying to me, I expected trouble, maybe some of the lower lifeforms messing with you. But this? This is so much better.”

That voice. Jerking upright, I instantly spotted Lucifer leaning up against the dark wardrobe across the room. He looked a vision. I couldn’t help the way my gaze followed his movements as he crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk. Gone was his tan jacket, leaving him in a simple white t-shirt that exposed his thick muscles delectably, and my thighs clenched traitorously at the sight.

It took a few moments but I finally registered what he had said and shot him a confused look.

“Wait, what?” I asked, “I wasn’t pray-”.

My dream. Realization hit hard and it took everything in me not to sink in on myself. How the fuck did that count as praying?!

His smirk widened as he lifted away from his perch and crossed the room just to stop a mere foot or two in front of me. He had to know what he was doing, and how the current position put my eyes in a very intimate place, not that I was complaining.

A hand ran into my hair before gently tangling in my curls and drawing my head back. I didn’t dare resist. How could I?

“Lucifer, I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

My words were cut off as he suddenly shoved me back onto the bed. I wasn’t given the chance to react before he was over me, elbows on either side of my head and hips dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. It felt like my heart stopped the instant I felt his cool breath across my neck.

“I’ve tried really fucking hard to be good, you know?” he breathed softly again my skin, “I tried to pretend you were just some random hairless ape. Tried to ignore this damn soulmate pull, but it’s useless. You don’t understand how damn hard it’s been to resist you, princess. The way you look at me with those sweet doe eyes, the way you smell, the way you trust me with touching you- Fuck, I just want to destroy you!”

Fear and excitement battled in my heart as I felt his lips and teeth rest against my throat. But rather than bite me, as I had expected, he simply placed a soft kiss before running his nose up toward my ear.

“S-Soulmate?” I asked timidly.

“Mmhmm,” he groaned as he finally rutted his hips against mine, “Even without it, I think it’d be hard to resist you. You’re just so… pure. You’re like the opposite of everything I am and-”

“I’m not a virgin though.”

He snorted out a laugh before pressing another kiss in the hollow spot below my ear, spurring a weak mewl from my throat.

“You know what I mean, Emery,” he said, voice thick with lust, “You’re kind, caring, charitable, trusting. So damn beautiful.”

Gods, the way my name sounded coming off his tongue. It was swoon worthy. I tried to argue but all my words were lost in a sea of bliss as he rolled his hips against my core again. Instinctively my hands bunched up in his t-shirt at his waist and pulled him down again. It felt so fucking good. Too good. Part of me feared I’d end up climaxing before we could even get to the good part, like some kind of loser; The other part of me begged for that, just to take the edge off the heat consuming my veins.

“Lucifer, please,” I begged breathlessly, arching in search of relief that only he could provide, “I need- fuck!”

The burn of his teeth in my neck sent a wave of pleasure from head to toe. One hand came up to curl in his blonde locks, hold him close in hopes of more of the sweet pain, and the other sought flesh under his shirt.

He let out a low grunt and sighed, “What are you doing to me, princess?”

The ripple of his muscles flexing under my palm only increased my desire for more so I did just that. Tugging at his shirt, I drew it up to his shoulders until he finally lifted up and reached behind to tug it off.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered as my eyes greedily took in the sight above me.

I couldn’t resist running my hands up his abdomen when he stretched. The way his muscles flexed taut before relaxing was rewarding beyond measure. He had what could be considered a slight dad bod, stomach soft when relaxed with broad and strong shoulders and firm arms. There was no denying the power in his body, angelic presence or not, and it was beautiful; he was beautiful. As I watched the way his body reacted to my touches, my need began to fall to the back of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to please and worship the angel above me first.

Was that sacrilegious? Fuck, who cared!

My nails left faint red lines down his stomach before my hands found his jeans.

“Uh-uh, not yet.”

Without even touching me, he forced my hands back and above my head, and I found myself unable to move them no matter how hard I tried. When I looked to him for answers, he only smirked before leaning down once more.

“How-”

“I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve, doll,” he purred, “I could do things to you that you couldn’t even imagine in your wildest dreams.”

My eyes fluttered shut and a soft groan left my lips in disbelief. It was too daunting to stare straight into those soul-searching blues when he said such things.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded softly, “I need to hear it. Consent means everything to us- to me, Emery.”

He was really trying to kill me, wasn’t he? Did he understand how hard it was for me to accept this was even happening, that to say it out loud would make it almost too… real?

“Unless you want this to stop.”

“No!” I snapped, eyes flying open in fear, “Please, don’t stop. Just- Just give me a second to acclimate, okay?”

He said nothing but the fact he didn’t immediately leave was reassuring. Swallowing hard, I pulled against my bonds and was allowed one hand free. I grabbed one of his hands before drawing it over to my lips and the way his eyes darkened when I kissed his thumb sent another roll of heat through my core.

“I want this. I want to touch you and- and you to- touch me,” I stammered out with burning cheeks.

How was I supposed to be okay with asking an angel to touch me? I didn’t deserve it. I was nothing compared to him and yet here he was, indulging my deepest desires.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

A keening moan escaped before I could stop it and my hand was jerked back into position, locked in invisible bonds once more. He snapped his fingers once and I was suddenly aware of the cool temperature of the room against my skin.

Did he just- Sure enough, when I looked down, I found my shirt and bra gone, leaving me just in my skirt and panties. I wasn’t even given the chance to react upon my embarrassment with the way he attacked my neck.

“Fuck!” I gasped out needily.

The burn of his teeth felt almost too much but then the caress of his cool tongue across the wound made it so much better. It was unbearable, having to lay there and let him touch me while being unable to reciprocate. I wanted nothing more than to be able to prove to him how good I could be.

“You need to tell me if something is too much,” he said between gentle bites down my throat to my collarbone, “I don’t want to hurt you. I’ve got a pretty good grasp on the human pain threshold but this is all new to me. Some of Nick’s memories help but, well, that’s not the same as first-hand experience, which I have very little of.”

In the middle of my nod, I froze, brain slowly catching up to what he had said. Did he mean… Was Lucifer a virgin? Forcing my eyes open, I caught his gaze and timidly asked him such.

He smirked and said, “Never felt the need to. Another great thing about being an angel, no sex drive. Had an encounter once but it wasn’t really anything to write home about.”

“But then, why-”

At that, his eyes darkened once more and he leaned in close, lips hovering mere centimeters from mine. I waited impatiently but didn’t dare interrupt.

“You’re different. Maybe it’s because I met you when my grace was so low I was nearly human, or maybe it’s because you’re one of Nick’s possible soulmates. No matter the reason, I’m drawn to you, princess. You make me want to do things- experience things- I’ve never even considered.”

Shivers ran across my being at his admission. I made a mental note to ask more about the Possible? soulmate thing later.

“Which means,” he continued on seamlessly, “I need to know what works, what you like.”

“O-Okay, so far, you’re doing amazing,” I admitted softly.

“Flattery gets you everywhere,” he shot back with a wink.

As he retreated to his previous line of exploration, my eyes clamped shut once more. Maybe I’d be able to handle seeing a literal angel touching me in the future, but for now, my brain couldn’t handle it mixed with the sensations he was evoking.

My brain emptied of everything other than little begs and chants of his name as one hand cupped my breast. His calloused skin felt divine against my sensitive flesh, my back arching into his touch for more. Round and round he circled around my breast, slowly coming closer and closer to where I needed him most. When he finally ran a rough thumb over my hardened nipple, it tore a pathetic whimper from my lips. I would have been mortified if he hadn’t moaned in response.

“Look at you,” he breathed out quietly, “Father help me.”

Before I could respond, his mouth was on my untouched nipple and all words died on my tongue, only his name sounding in the silent room. Waves of pleasure rocked through my core as his teeth grazed my tender flesh, jumping up in intensity when he started sucking hard.

No matter how much I tried to relieve the ache between my thighs against his hips, it wasn’t enough to satiate the need for him. It was hard to be patient when it’d been years since I’d had any kind of sexual release other than my own hand, and even more so when no one had ever taken the time to explore my body like he was.

“Lucifer, please, more!” I practically cried.

He hmmed lowly in his throat and released his hold on my breast, hand skirting down my belly to my skirt. I was suddenly thankful for the high-waisted skirt covering the trouble area of my stomach, but it was gone as soon as I’d thought it, his hand dipping beneath the fabric and caressing the soft curve of my belly. It was hard to focus on that once his fingers continued on to my panties, my body nearly collapsed in on itself.

I wanted to cry when he hesitated, popping off my nipple with a groan.

“This is okay?” he asked.

“Yes, please just-”

Head slamming back against the bed, my throat constricted in a silent scream as his fingers finally pressed between my lips.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

My heart lurched in shock when his mouth was suddenly against my jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses so close yet so far away. The dual sensation created a sinful mixture of want and need.

“You’re so wet,” he gasped, shock evident in his voice, “Is that because of me?”

“F-Fuck, yes,” I whined back.

Hips arching into his hand, I helped guide him until his fingers brushed against my clit and my hands instinctively jerked against the binds.

“Here?” he asked as he cautiously repeated the motion.

I tried to answer but it was too hard to speak, pleasure already growing with leaps and bounds to the point my brain was mush. I managed a nod and a frantic, “yes” before collapsing back against the bed with a whine. It was too much and yet I never wanted anything more. Each circle of his fingers brought about new levels of bliss, edging me closer and closer to that final ledge while my lips spewed unending praises.

My heart felt like it was going to explode when he suddenly licked up the shell of my ear and his hand left its previous pursuit to slip further down. The instant his fingers found my opening, I abandoned all humility and spread my thighs wider, begging him to continue.

“Yes, before you ask, yes,” I rushed out hastily, “Please!”

Lucifer let out a husky chuckle that sent my hairs on end and his teeth found purchase in my earlobe, fingers carefully sliding in at the same time. Whether spurred on by previous memories or instinct alone, his thumb came up to my clit and resumed the gentle circles as his fingers began a slow rhythm.

“Such a quick learner, good girl,” he praised lowly, “Do you want your hands back now?”

I nodded frantically and suddenly my binds were gone. Without a second thought, I grabbed a handful of his hair and drew him into a hungry kiss. There was a moment where he froze as if in shock, but thankfully it passed quickly before he kissed me back eagerly. It was all teeth and tongue and, though messy, I knew never wanted it any other way again.

I could feel myself crying when I drew back for breath. My orgasm was so close I could practically taste it.

“Don’t stop, please,” I whimpered between heavy breaths, “So close.”

The growl he let out was inhuman and devastatingly delicious and then his mouth was on mine once more.

“Do it, let go for me, princess,” he grunted between ravenous kisses.

His motions grew rough, fingers thrusting hard and faster but never losing their rhythm as I bucked into his hand. It was impossible to control my body as I chased that high, and when I finally felt that peak rushing forth, my hands frantically found his shoulders to keep some grip on reality.

“Oh god, oh fuck-”

Lucifer let out a snarl and snapped, “Don’t use his name. It’s not his fingers that are inside you. Are they? Try again! Tell me! Who is touching you? Who is pleasing you? Hmm?!”

“I’m- I’m sor- sorry, Luci-Lucifer!”

“That’s right, princess, you’re MINE!”

That last little barrier snapped and, for just a little moment in time, it felt like the world stopped. And then it all came crashing back down with a scream of his name. I could feel the tears streaming down my face as I jerked him down and buried my face into his neck, sobbing out in relief and ecstasy as he continued to finger fuck me through the torrential bliss. It didn’t take long for his touch to become overstimulating and my thighs instinctively clamped shut to stop him.

“Fuck,” he hissed quietly as he gently extracted his hand, “I think I get it now.”

Though thoroughly exhausted, I managed to open my eyes and give him a questioning look.

“Sex, the urge behind it,” he explained.

I couldn’t help the snort that escaped and the dopey smile that spread across my lips.

“You haven’t even seen the best part,” I told him.

Grabbing his hand, I gently pulled him fully back over me and gathered up all my strength to lean up and kiss him. Thankfully he made it easy by leaning down to meet me. These were much softer, much calmer, but no less passionate. Despite my body demanding rest, I knew we were nowhere near done, if the hardness pressing against my thigh was any indication.

“Give me a second to recover but don’t go anywhere,” I murmured, “I want to repay the favor.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was nervous. Catching his gaze, I rested my palm over his cheek and traced gentle designs across his scruff.

“I’m certain. I could literally want nothing more in the world right now.”

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years ago

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Okay, not exaggerating, this might be one of my favourite one shots EVER!! 😍😍😍😍

I was pissing myself laughing at every part of it. It's SO funny, and SO real and perfect!! Add to that a love scene that is hot and fluffy AF, and you just have an absolutely incredible fic!! I will be rereading this one over and over again, I promise you that!!

Spoilers and much gushing and cackling below:

Living with two boys can grow exhausting, honestly, so Y/N has decided to spend her alone time doing a bunch of girly shit she can’t do with Tweedledee and Tweedledum around – at least not without enduring some judgmental looks.

*snicker* I can just imagine! 😜

Regardless, the mention of some self-love reminds her of her third to-do item on her list: sex. Well, technically masturbating to Ryan Gosling’s pictures. Maybe even Andrew Garfield, Sebastian Stan, that hot dude Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy… Leo in his prime. Brad Pitt – young and old. Seth Rogen… Whoa! Don’t judge, okay? It’s not all about looks. She loves when a guy can make her laugh, and his laugh is so sweet, deep, and… bear-y, alright?

OMG!!! I am absolutely cackling over this!! Seth Rogen is a no for me, but I get the whole, funny = devastatingly attractive thing. Cause Andy Sandberg isn't the MOST traditionally handsome guy, but that guy could have me in a second!! Ditto Seth Meyers, Jon Stewart, and Craig Ferguson. Craig's gorgeous Scottish accent doesn't hurt either!

Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him.

Same girl. Same. 🫠🫠

Having the girls constantly locked up in bra prison is no way to go through life.

Bra prison?!!

“Fuck no! I don’t wanna watch a movie about dirt,” the older brother whines, his plump lips shaping into a pout.

Seriously I'm going to bust a rib reading this fic!! 😆😆😆

“Yes, you’re obviously the golden standard for healthy relationships,” Sam mutters sarcastically and rolls his eyes back.

Omg!! The boys banter in this scene is killing me!! I just want to squeeze them!! 😁

With that, the youngest Winchester closes the door behind him, leaving Dean to ruminate in his convoluted misery.

Oh no!! That was the door she heard slam - ah, sweetie, there's one Winchester left behind!! 😬😬

*Waits in delicious anticipation of the naked encounter!*

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…,” Y/N’s panicked voice chimes in his ears as both of them awkwardly avert their gazes in different directions to the ceiling and avoid eye contact at all costs while still clinging tightly onto each other, aware that if one of them moves, it’s game over and they’d see each other in their full glory.

Bahahahahahaha!!!! This was just as perfect as I knew it would be. 😆😆😆 These two poor, awkward babies! 😆

Judging by the precise feeling that’s poking him, she must be somewhat cold.

Yes... it's the cold...and not your body crushed up against hers. This idiot! 😄😍

“Y/N, please… All that angry shaking isn’t helping, sweetheart.”

“Again – I’m so, so sorry,” he apologizes once more, although he’s sure he can’t do it often enough. His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.

I literally choked on saliva reading this!! 🤣🤣🤣

What the hell is he fucking doing? There’s only one rule in the bunker: don’t sexually harass Y/N.

"Don't sexually harass Y/N." 😆😆😆 Love him reminding himself of this VERY simple rule. 🤣🤣 Poor baby! Just breaking all the rules!!

Dean’s hands then begin to travel, his confidence growing as Y/N’s fingers tug slightly on the short strands of hair in the nape of his neck, trying to draw him closer. One large hand cups her neck, the other one smoothing down her spine and pressing into the small of her back. He pushes her closer, deepens the kiss, and both of them moan needily while their tongues dance with each other.

She confirms it with a nod, and Dean adjusts his grip on her body, grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning. The huntress squeals and giggles in his arms as he kicks the door open to his bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress. She lets herself fall back and stretches out on the bed, her shoulder blades indenting the memory foam, and he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.

This entire passage is the cutest, sweetest, sexiest thing EVER! That last sentence just made me swoon!! 😍🫠😍🫠😍🫠

“God, you feel like heaven,” she whimpers and wraps her arms around his neck.

Amen!! 🥵🥵🥵

“Wha-!” Y/N jolts up from the bed at the unexpected intrusion, her elbow hitting Dean straight in the face as he rises behind her. The force of the blow knocks him out of bed, the hunter tumbling to the cold ground.

Of course it does!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Oh God, what have I done…,” Sam groans with a thick swallow.

You've done the Lord's work, Sammy!! 😁

Seriously Wayne - this was absoute GOLD!! Thank you so much for giving me so much entertainment and amusement!!

Perfection, my friend - perfection!!

Love On The Brain

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Summary: Dean and Y/N – hunting partners, bunker roommates & idiots in love. Sam is fed up with their constant “will they/won’t they” bullshit and decides to move things along with his own plan until these two fated lovers’ paths finally cross one night – naked.

Warnings: +18, smut (mentions of masturbation f & m, oral f, fingering, p in v), crack of the adorkable kind, nudity, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff

Word Count: 6.1k

A/N: Happy V-Day, babes! 💖 The V stands for… Welp, you know me well enough by now to know where I’m going with this 😝 This is a lot of moronic crack mixed with some sweet smut and fluff. We all know how much I love the “idiots in love” trope, and I fully dove into this one. So, grab your glass of favorite liquor & let’s settle in, shall we? ❤️😘 Written for a request by @imagine-all-the-fandoms after making some adjustments. Found Rihanna’s Love on the Brain fitting for this one, so that’s what we went with as a general mood. Hope you enjoy, m’ladies! 🖤

Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃

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Freedom! Thank fucking God…

Y/N exhales a blissful sigh as she saunters to the Dean Cave with a bag of still-hot microwave popcorn in her arms. The Winchester brothers have decided on a little overnight road trip to the next, bigger town over to see a movie – and for some brotherly bonding or whatever – which means Y/N can finally enjoy some goddamn alone time in the bunker. Not that she doesn’t love Sam and Dean to bits and pieces, especially the latter one. They are like family to her, the only one she’s ever truly known, but even family can grow exhausting sometimes.

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smut sentence meme / accepting / @kiealer

❝Don't mind me. Just enjoying the view.❞

It had been a long day of training with both his father and Goku under the watchful eyes of Whis. He was happy to see all his adventures across the multiverse had shown some fruition as he was able to keep up with both his Saiyan mentors which of course brought him closer and closer to the promise he had made to his father. To one day obliterate the ceiling that kept his power in check and even surpassed him. However, the present day was NOT going to be that day as he had arrived back at his beloved’s home.

“I’m back Nina.” Trunks said happily, and there was only a soft answer which meant she was probably busy with either little errands from work or possibly new verses she would craft for her songs. Either way Trunks had made his way towards their shared room and began to undress himself, ridding his feet of his boots and of course the coat he wore to leave himself comfortably within the clothes he wore below it.

JUST as he was about to remove the tanktop the corner of his eyes caught a figure which startled him only slightly. “Whoa! Oh, you should really start making a sound whenever you enter the roo- wait what do you mean enjoying the view?” His mind pondered as he looked down and noticed the tanktop had almost left his frame and Trunks couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh you. So how was your day?” The tanktop left his back and was replaced with a T-shirt he found within the closet.

#❛ mail ━━ i've been fighting but i just can't do enough.#kiealer #❛ trinazu ━━ take my hand we're gonna reach for the stars tonight.

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𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑 [ 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 𝖝 𝖋!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ]

[ Chapter Two ]: Evil Stepsisters

[a/n: Prince Char is in this he will play an important role you'll see]

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A now much older [Y/n] looked at herself in the mirror, as she put her mother's necklace back on. Placing her hand over it smiling softly. Mandy walked in and told her that her father would like to meet her.

"You're married?" [Y/n] asked in shocked looking down at her father, " She has money, Y/n." Her father says looking at her, and she sits down in disbelief. "And she's very fond of my title." He says, and she rolls her eyes.

"lt was either get married or sell the house." He says, and she looks down at her hands. "You'll adore Dame Olga, and her two daughters." He says.

"She'll make a wonderful mother." He says and she looks at him, "Well, a motherlike figure. Look, l'm sure you'll all be the best of friends." He says, and she sighs.

The carriage pulls up to her house and [y/n] sighs. "Whoa! ls this the right address?" Dame Olga says as she exited the carriage looking at the house. "There must be some mistake." She says in disgust looking at the house.

"My dear, welcome." [Y/n]'s father says walking out and hugging his new wife, "And these must be your lovely daughters." He says looking at Hattie and Olive.

"My precious Hattie and my special Olive." Dame Olga says introducing her daughters to her new husband. Hattie wore an orange dress while Olive wore a purple dress.

"Oh." She says noticing [y/n], "And you must be Y/n. Pleased to meet you." She says looking at her trying to hide her disgust and jealousy.

"Yes. The house looks delightful." She says looking back at the house, "But l do seem to remember that you said that you lived in a castle." She said looking at him.

"No, l said a man's home is his castle." He says, and [y/n] decided to introduce herself to her new stepsisters. Smiling as she walked towards them, "Hi. l'm Y/n. Welcome to Frell." She says looking at them smiling.

[y/n] showed both Olive and Hattie to their rooms, and stood by the doorway watching as they unpacked and began decorating their room. Looking around their room they noticed the small closet, "ls this hutch meant to be a closet?" Hattie asks looking at it, and [y/n] looks at her and gives her a smile confirming that it is.

"lt's pathetic." She says in disgust, "My clothes need more room than this." She says sighing placing her clothes back into her bag. "We'll have to use yours." She says, and [y/n] opens her mouth in shock.

"Wha...?" [Y/n} gasps looking at them Hattie rolls her eyes, "Show it to us." Hattie says causing [y/n] to obey and walk towards her room which was next to theirs. Looking around the room, "Oh. It's so... quaint." Hattie says looking around the room.

Olive sitting on the bed and looking into [Y/n]'s drawer, and taking one of her necklaces. "Almost like, well, it's just ugly, isn't it?" She says in disgust. Opening the closet she looked inside, "There's no room in here, either." She says.

"We're gonna have to throw out some of your gowns to make room." She says and [y/n] gasps in shock as Hattie starts going through her clothes, "Wait. Get away from there!" [Y/n} shouts.

"You get away." Hattie says, turning to look at her.

"Oh." She says noticing the necklace around [Y/n]'s necklace. The necklace her mother gave her when she died. "What's this? l do actually like this." She says, getting a closer look at it.

[Y/n] backs away placing her hand over the necklace, "Please don't touch it. lt was my mother's." [Y/n] says looking at Hattie.

"Can l have it?" Hattie asks and [Y/n] chuckles softly "No." [Y/n] says, looking at her. Hattie then looks towards Olive, "Oh. lt can be your welcome gift to me." Hattie adds, and [Y/n] rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Come on, hand it over." She says, causing [Y/n] to rip the necklace off her neck and hand it to Hattie. Placing it in her hand, "No." [Y/n] whispers softly.

"Oh." Hattie says in shock looking at [Y/n]. "Aren't you accommodating." She says then starts giggling along with Olive.

[y/n] was in her father's office watching as he prepared to leave, "The second l sell the last of these, l'll be back. l promise." He says, as he places watches into the briefcase.

"l know it's not a great job, not even a good job -" He says, and [y/n] looks down not wanting her father to leave her here with her insufferable stepmother and stepsisters.

"OK, even a monkey could do it - but we need the money, Y/n." He says, and [y/n] looks down sadly. "l'll miss you, Father." [y/n] says, looking at him hugging him. "I'll miss you, too." He says, and she smiles pulling back from the hug. She sighs watching as her father leaves.

'Hey, Olive, we should call her Y/n the Smella from Frella.'

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hoshi-no-mahoroa · 3 years ago

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Chapter 9: Which Café is the Best?

Kirby and King Dedede grinded up some Green Spider Grass, added a few other ingredients, and done was the potion. They rushed over to Whispy Woods, who was waiting for the medicine they had hurriedly made.

Whispy Woods was limp and his eyes were closed. He had been in this state for days.

"Whispy Woods! Wake up! Take your medicine!"

Kirby's call went unanswered.

"Whispy Woods…"

Kirby was pouting.

But Dedede shouted at him.

"Hey! I went through a lot of trouble to get this potion for you! This is no time to be sleeping! Take it!"

Dedede pulled the herb from under his robe and tickled Whispy Woods' nose, just a little.

"Aa! Aa, aa… achoo!"

Whispy Woods sneezed loudly. Dedede quickly poured the potion into his mouth.

"Come on, drink up! It's a great medicine!”

"Oh, no!"

Whispy Woods' eyes went blank as the medicine was suddenly poured into his mouth.

"What are you doing, Dedede? You violent…!"

"How do you feel?”

"How do I feel? Not good at all! You're suddenly all over the place…" Whispy Woods complained, but suddenly his eyes widened. "Oh… What's that? I'm feeling… Good?"

"Whispy Woods!" Kirby jumped up. "You're so different! Your voice, your face, you're suddenly so cheerful!"

"Hmmm...? Oh…? Hmmm…? What the heck is this? No chills… No blue world… I feel so, so good!"

Whispy Woods stretched out, and the once limp branches grew taller. The leaves regained their brilliant green color.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout. Kirby and Dedede looked back in surprise.

Chef Kawasaki, the Waddle Dees and the rest of the audience looked up at Whispy Woods in astonishment.

Chef Kawasaki said, "I was so worried about Whispy Woods' condition that I slipped out of the venue. I didn't expect the medicine to kick in so quickly…"

Burning Leo said, "Well, you didn't make it in time for the competition, but that's just the way it is. I'm glad Whispy Woods is better!"

Everyone smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah!"

"I'm glad you're better!"

-And then...

Whispy Woods shook a branch. At the end of it, a red fruit popped up.

"Oh…! It's delicious-looking fruit…!" Kirby exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, ripe red fruit was popping up all over the place.

Normally, there would be small blue fruit first, and then that would grow redder and bigger every day.

Everyone's eyes rolled back in their heads.

"Wha-What's going on?"

"I can't believe the fruit is ripening so quickly…?"

"That's what I've been waiting for!" Whispy Woods exclaimed in a cheerful voice. "I wanted to grow a lot of good fruit, but I couldn't, and it was hard. I can't sit still any longer!"

As if to blow away the pain of the past, Whispy Woods produced many large fruits.

Kirby picked up a fruit that had fallen in front of him and took a bite.

"Wow, this is delicious! It's just like it was before… No, it's even better!"

"Oh my God… That's unbelievable," said Meta Knight. His crew followed behind him. Meta Knight looked at Chef Kawasaki and said, "We can make it in time for the final showdown, can't we? Of course, if you have another dessert in mind, I wouldn't mind that."

"No! I'll be making a dessert using Whispy Woods' fruit!"

Chef Kawasaki shouted in panic, "Hurry up and take this fruit to the kitchen… No! I've got an idea!" He clapped his hands. "How about we move the event here?"

"What?"

"The food will taste twice as good under the shade of the tree. It’ll make the game more exciting!"

Dedede shouted, "That's a good idea! Bring the chairs and tables here, everyone. Let's make this the site of the final battle!"

The inhabitants worked together to create a new battleground in the shade of Whispy Woods. With everyone's happy voices echoing in the air and a nice breeze blowing, both teams worked smoothly.

Kirby said enthusiastically, "I'll help too! Good luck, Chef Kawasaki!"

Oh, uh, let's see…" Chef Kawasaki slumped and looked away. "I can make the dessert by myself…"

"Don't be shy. Let's both work together!"

Kirby put on his chef hat.

"Now, what kind of dessert shall we make? We'll use lots of Whispy Woods' fruit!"

"Uh… Yeah…"

If Kirby interrupted him, there was no way he could make a decent dessert.

Chef Kawasaki almost felt hopeless… But when he saw Kirby looking so happy, he changed his mind.

"Well, we wouldn't have a Kirby Café without Kirby, right?"

"Yeah? What do you mean?"

"I was going to make Whispy Woods fruit pies, but I changed my mind! Let's make a bustling parfait."　

“Bustling…?”

“Correct. I’ll get the ingredients ready, and I want you to arrange them. We’ll make a bustling parfait packed with delicious food.”

Kirby’s eyes started sparkling when he heard that idea.

“Waah! Do I get to top it with things I like?”

“...As long as they’re ingredients I’ve prepared.”

"All right, I'll do my best!"

Kirby jumped up and down with great enthusiasm.

~~~

King Dedede frowned when he saw the matcha mousse the Waddle Dees were making.

"Mmmm? I don't know what this is, but this isn't what I asked from you."

"Great King Dedede…"

"Meat for dessert! Meat ice cream with juicy grilled meat on top! That's what I told you to do."

"B-but…" Chef Waddle Dee offered him a bowl of matcha mousse. "Please try it. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Hmmm. I wanna eat meat! I want rich meat ice cream!”

Having said that, Dedede tried the matcha mousse.

"Mmm......? Uma...... Mmm?"

King Dedede smiled as he ate the ice cream with black honey and bracken-starch mochi all at once.

"Mmmm, this is quite good, Waddle Dee. I'll give you a compliment!"

"Thank you very much, sir."

Dedede looked at the judges' table and smiled, "When that Meta Knight guy eats this, he'd be surprised at how good it is. Hehehe… And the winner would be the Dedede Café!"

Captain Vul looked around at the audience and said.

"And now, it's time for the finals. The results so far are one win and one loss each, so the café that wins this round, will be declared the winner of the competition."

The audience erupted in applause and cheers.

"Now, let's start with the Dedede Café!"

Chef Waddle Dee placed a plate in front of Meta Knight.

"This is 'A must-try for sir Meta Knight, Matcha Mousse'. It's served with vanilla ice cream drizzled with black honey, and bracken-starch mochi.

"Oh. It looks beautiful."

Meta Knight ate the matcha mousse and nodded.

"It smells great, it feels great on the palate. This is a masterpiece."

"Please try the ice cream and the bracken-starch mochi as well."

Meta Knight took a bite and nodded more and more.

"It's wonderful, the different textures complement each other well. It's a wonderful harmony. In fact, it's a very inventive dish.

Chef Waddle Dee smiled, relieved.

The other Waddle Dees, as well as Moonja, couldn't hide their happiness.

"And now for Kirby Café's dessert!"

Chef Kawasaki brought out the plate. The crowd went wild when they saw the dessert.

Meta Knight said in a bemused tone.

"Wow… This is a very… unique dessert."

"It's the 'Made by Kirby! Powerful Parfait!'."

As Chef Kawasaki explained, Kirby added from behind him, "I made it myself! I did my best to make it taste good! You'll definitely love it, Meta Knight!"

The parfait had a very unique shape.

First of all, the balance was off. Rather than being beautifully arranged, it looked like the delicious food was carelessly smashed together.

Kirby explained with great enthusiasm, "I filled it with delicious jellies and marshmallows, and added sponge cake and cream! And of course, Whispy Woods' fruit! I put chocolate, donuts, and cookies around it. And then, and then…!"

Kirby was so excited that he did several somersaults.

"Aah, okay, okay."

Meta Knight scooped up a spoonful of cream and tasted Whispy Woods' fruit and chocolate.

Kirby shouted as he splashed around, "I really wanted to top it with natto and pork fillet! And grilled eel too, of course. And with some drizzled honey, ketchup, soy sauce and sprinkled salt kelp, it would have been perfect…!"

"I did my best to stop him," said Chef Kawasaki, nodding to Meta Knight.

"You did a great job. Excellent work."

"What? Not enough, Meta Knight? I'm sorry! I thought the parfait I made with all my might was better…?"

"I never said a word about that." Meta Knight said, tasting the parfait carefully. "It was an interesting parfait, indeed. The taste was perfect, every single bite was a surprise. I've never had such a fun dessert in my life.

"Wow!"

Kirby and Chef Kawasaki stretched out their hands and gave each other a quick touch.

Captain Vul said, "Now, let's hear the results. Sir Meta Knight, what is your verdict?

Meta Knight stood up, looked around at the two teams, and said, "Both were really good, and each one was so inventive that there was something to discover and feel with every bite. I can't really rank them."

"So…?"

"I have no choice but to call it a tie."

At Meta Knight's words, the audience erupted in cheers. Kirby and the Waddle Dees jumped up and down in joy. The only one who looked unhappy was King Dedede.

"A tie? I guess so. There's no way Kirby's messed up parfait can compete with my matcha mousse. That Meta Knight guy doesn't have a very good sense of taste, does he?"

"If you doubt him, you should try it too. Here you go," said Chef Kawasaki.

"Mm…? You don't need to eat it to know that Kirby's parfait is…"

As he said this, Dedede took a spoonful of the parfait offered by Chef Kawasaki and brought it to his mouth. Immediately, his eyes widened.

"Oh…! Yum… This is so good! The flavors keep coming, one after another!"

"Right?"

“Mm… I'm sorry, but I have to give you credit! This is really good!"

Voices shouted from the audience.

"I wish we could taste it!"

"Taste it! It's time to taste it!"

Kawasaki said, "Of course, I'll let you all taste it. I've prepared plenty of food. Now, let's party!"

There was a roar of laughter and the crowd rushed to their feet. The Waddle Dees filled the glasses and handed them out to everyone. Everyone held their glasses high and said, "Cheers!"

"Toast! On the Kirby Café and Dedede Café's tie!"

"That means they both won, right? Congratulations on your double win!"

"And we should also congratulate Whispy Woods on his recovery."

"True, true! Congratulations, Whispy Woods!"

"Thanks, guys!"

Whispy Woods popped and fruited.

~~~

The party began. There was plenty of food from both cafés, and everyone's laughter filled the air. Captain Vul, who said he'd leave by nightfall, had forgotten all about his words and was enjoying the party.

King Dedede said as he ate one dish after another from the Kirby Café, "Oh, how delicious this pizza is! And this pasta, and this pilaf! It's great!"

A voice called out to him from above.

"Uhh… so, King Dedede."

"Hmm?"

Dedede looked up from his pizza.

Whispy Woods said in an embarrassed voice, "I'm sorry I've been so rude to you. Really… I'm terribly sorry."

"Hmm," Dedede swallowed his pizza and turned over. "Oh, dear lord. I can't believe that you could've been so rude to this great ruler."

"I don't really know what you're talking about…" Whispy Woods said uncomfortably. "I was just in a bad mood, irritable and feeling down, and took it out on you. I think it was because of that bug bite."

"Hmmm… I can think of a lot of things." Dedede nodded. "During the time that I was sick due to that bug bite, I had become irritable and angry. I wasn't the same guy as usual. Right, Waddle Dee?"

Chef Waddle Dee who was bringing in the food turned around.

"Eh? Ehhh… I… don't remember?"

"You don't remember? That I was tyrannical at that time, yelling at you and ordering you around."

"Oh, y-yes."

To tell you the truth, Dedede has always been tyrannical, so Waddle Dee didn't notice any difference.

Dedede laughed.

"It was all the fault of that bug bite. That's why I'm not angry anymore, Whispy Woods. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks, King Dedede. I'm gonna produce a lot of delicious fruit for your café. Use them all."

"Ummm… About that…" Dedede folded his arms and said, "The Dedede Café has been canceled."

"...What? Why?"

"Take a look at that."

Dedede turned to his team's cooking area, where the residents were crowding around it.

"I'll take the matcha mousse."

"I want the Marshmallow au lait!"

"More Marshmallow au lait! Three servings!"

"Yes, thank you!"

The Waddle Dees were running around in a frenzy, and the customers' orders never seemed to end.

Dedede said, "If it becomes so popular, the Waddle Dees won't have time to work at the castle. That's not good. I'm sorry, but this is the last day for the Dedede Café."

Kirby, who was passing by, heard it.

"Oh, really? You're canceling the Dedede Café?"

"Hmm. No choice."

"Well, can Waddle Dee help out at the Kirby Café?"

Kirby's loud voice reached Chef Waddle Dee, who was hard at work. He turned around in surprise, and King Dedede growled in annoyance.

"Kirby! Didn't you listen to a word I said? We're canceling the café because Waddle Dee won't have time to work at the castle. If he helps you with your café, it'll be the same thing!"

"Then why doesn't he help us after he's done with the castle?"

"...Mmm…?

"After he's taken care of everything at the castle, he can help out at our café, right?"

"That's…"

"Wouldn't the Great King like to eat the food made by the Waddle Dees at the café?"

"Uhh…"

Dedede was at a loss for words.

Waddle Dee and the others are hard workers and good at all kinds of housework, like cleaning, doing the laundry, sewing, shopping, cooking, washing dishes, and everything else. After finishing his work at the castle, he'd have plenty of time to help out at the café.

Chef Waddle Dee said fidgety, "Great King, I'd… like to help at the café."

"Mm…"

"I'll still take care of the castle, of course!"

"Mmmm…"

King Dedede had a hard time nodding his head. He had no reason to object, but he didn't like the idea of Waddle Dee, his own subordinate, working at Kirby's café. He was approached by Chef Kawasaki.

"Waddle Dee's help is much appreciated. Actually, I've been thinking about this menu…"

What he quickly offered was omurice. But it wasn't just omurice. It was a Waddle Dee made of ketchup rice with a face of cheese, sleeping under a soft and fluffy egg, with demi-glace sauce, broccoli, and small tomatoes around it.

Kirby said, wide-eyed, "Oh, my gosh! Waddle Dee omurice!"

"What? Me…? Chef Kawasaki, when did you…?"

Chef Waddle Dee turned red with embarrassment. Chef Kawasaki confidently explained, "I came up with the idea after watching Waddle Dee work so hard all the time. I thought it would be nice for him to take a break once in a while. I named it 'Waddle Dee's Nap Time Omurice!'. King Dedede, please try it."

"Mmmm…? I'm not going to be fooled by omurice."

As he said this, the Great King took a bite of the omurice, and his face immediately broke out into a smile.

"Mmm, this is good! Superb even! I wanna eat this every day!"

"Well, Great King Dedede…"

Chef Kawasaki looked at King Dedede.

The Great King nodded with a smile of great satisfaction.

"Oh, that's good. For this omurice, I'll give Waddle Dee special permission to work at the Kirby Café!"

"Wow! Yay!"

"Thank you very much, Great King!"

Kirby and Chef Waddle Dee happily clasped hands.

"However, you'll still have to do your job at the castle," The Great King said as he munched on his omurice.

"Of course I will!"

"And Chef Kawasaki! Whenever I visit the café, you must make this omurice. I won't let you run out!"

"Yes, sir!"

The residents were overjoyed at this big news.

"I wanna try the Waddle Dee omurice!"

"Me too! I'm looking forward to it!"

~~~

A little further away from the bustling crowd, Meta Knight murmured, "Looks like we have another reason to visit Dream Land."

"That's right, sir!" Captain Vul answered, holding Kirby's parfait in one hand, a cup of marshmallow au lait in the other, and a plate of pizza on his head. "This is also training, training!"

"...Calm down."

Meta Knight chuckled and took a spoonful of matcha mousse and brought it to his mouth.

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peoplcshope · 1 year ago

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He smiles at the response of Goku helping out with this idea of his. Though the look of slight curiosity was stained onto this face at the mention of a ritual..and ‘enough’ saiyans. Was there really something THAT sacred that a ritual was needed? Did Goku and his father go through a similar ordeal? Trunks had recalled a ritual he’s endured himself and his expression quickly soured to think he might have to go through something like that again and this was all for the sake of turning him into a Supreme Kai’s apprentice.

“Not even YOU could convince Whis to train me huh?” What a shame really, not to mention he boldly defied them ONCE again by coming back into the past for the sake of power in order to protect the alternate time he and Mai resided in. Granted it seemed the trip might have been in vain since the deity that could train him with the goal in mind would outright refuse him but then came Goku with an idea.

A rather wild idea no less, but still it was something that causes Trunks’ eyes to open with wonder. “Whoa..wait a minute, you can do that?? And you think that’ll work?” He could already imagine just how overwhelming containing god ki within his form would feel but for Mai and his mother’s sake he would overcome anything and everything. So a warrior’s expression faced Goku as Trunks nodded his head. “No, I trust you Goku and I can’t thank you enough for the opportunity. Want to lock up and fly out of here..or do we wait until Ms Chi Chi comes back and let her know that I’ll be borrowing you for awhile.”

FORTUNE WAS CERTAINLY ON THE FUTURE BOY'S side today— as while he didn't exactly have to work anymore thanks to the money mr. satan had provided his family, ( and the money gohan sometimes sent home as well, despite his mother's protests ) goku did still make a trip back to earth every couple of weeks because he just missed his wife and her cooking a bit too much or he felt an urge to spend sometime with goten and even train with him a little bit. he just so happened to catch him right when he was planning on gifting the briefs' family with some of his famous fresh paozu veggies !

❝ HMMMM . . . . SUPER SAIYAN GOD , HUH ? ❞ he'd then go ahead and put the paper bags full of veggies down on a table as he thought. ❝ weeeellll i'd say we can try the ritual for ya to get it since we got enough saiyans . . . buuuuut goten had asked if he coulda had it done on him an' whis told me why it wouldn' work again but i wasn' payin' 'im much attention. ❞ rubbing his chin in thought for a moment. ❝ i dun think whis would be really inta' trainin' ya either 'cause yer a time traveler too . . . . oh ! ❞ he snaps his fingers at trunks with a bright, sunny grin. ❝ maybe if i pool some of my god ki in ya, an' we train for a'bit we can getcha to unlock super saiyan god ! i'm sure ya would get it in no time since yer a half-saiyan !! ❞

#❛ rp ━━ when choices made had forged the blade.#❛ crossover ━━ can't bury the truth the past is far from dead.#verse: dragon ball super #age736 #goku showing up at his house every now and then #to visit his family? we love to see it #also yeah let's go all out with all your hc

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birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo · 2 years ago

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thousand autumns donghua, episode 9~

shen qiao is COUGHING UP BLOOD NOW OH MY GOD!!! FETCH A DOCTOR!! FETCH A PRIEST!! FETCH HIS CRAZY HUSBAND!! FETCH SOMEONE!!! wtf his cab is taking him out of the city, what terrible servi--OH NO IT'S BAI RONG D: bai rong: why are u asking about that old driver for, when there's a pretty lady in front of u??? 😘😘😘 shen qiao: ….i'm blind :( (also gay) OH NO SHE KILLED THE OLD MAN ;A; poor old man, rip lao wei, we never saw u but i assume u had friends or family who are missing u rn…. f in the chat for the tart's victim 😔 ahh she was hiding the sexy outfit under the plain one!! clever!! no one EVER expects the Double Outfit Gambit!! 👘👗 bai rong: come nowww yan wushi is so old and weird!!! i don't like ur boyfriend!! but i could be ur girlfriend!! i want to be ur girlfriend! hEY. HEYYYYY >:) shen qiao: pls stop touching me :( GIRL STOP THIS IS WEIRD THIS IS WEIRDDDDD ;A; oh SHIT GET EM SHEN QIAO!! THAT'S RIGHT!! DON'T LET HER BULLY U!!! everyone thinks they can take advantage of u bc ur a nice lad!! i hate it when ppl do that!! just bc he's nice doesn't mean u can hurt him! it doesn't mean u can mistreat him!! he may be KIND but he's not a fucking door mat!! >:V HE EVEN APOLOGISES TO HORSES FOR FUCK'S SAKE. HE'S SUCH A GOOD BOY ;A; shen qiao: *swoons* the old man arrives just in time to catch him again lmaooo shen qiao be looking at the sword of woe like it's a sword of WHOA D: yws: ur dying lol. why don't u be evil with me?? it'll be fun~ remember how ur pet hobo betrayed u??? didn't that suck?? aren't u tired of being nice?? don't u just want to go apeshit??? >:D SHEN QIAO JUST WANTS TO BE TRUE TO HIMSELF ;A; aww yissss more evil laughter :D ngl i really missed it, it never fails to make me laugh as well 🤣 AWW THEYRE BOTH HAPPY NOW!!!! OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO ADORABLE!!! THEY'RE BOTH JUST. SO HAPPY. I LOVE THEM. I LOVE THEM ;A; oh good he's got his stick back!! i was worried, since that twat broke it before!! poor shen qiao just can't catch a break smh 😔 maybe a broken arm, the way things are going for him 😔 THE MONK!!! i remember him!! is he going to say it?? IS HE GONNA SAY THE THING??? I'M WAITING FOR HIM TO SAY THE THINGGGG yws: i'm gonna go fetch what's his name, u go on ahead ok?? sq: wh-- yws: VIBE CHECK!!! *yeets shen qiao into the building* UH WHO IS WAIT YUWEN YOU???? IS THAT THE FUCKING EMPEROR WHAT THE FUCK I'M SO CONFUSED??? A GO DEADLOCK??? WHY ARE WHY ARE THERE SOLDIERMANS HERE??? ARE THEY MOVING?? IS THIS HOW EMPERORS PLAY GO?? BY MAKING SOLDIERS KILL EACH OTHER??? WTF???? well it's a good thing shen qiao can just. jump onto the life-sized game board. i. i sort of thought that would be cheating but. i guess not??? WTF HE WON HOW???? WHAT JUST???? WHAT JUST HAPPENED???? shen qiao beats the emperor and then politely compliments him like it was nothing. shen qiao who are u. shen qiao WHAT are u. shen qiao are u single OK WE'RE GETTING AN EXPLANATION THEN???? yeah no totally didn't understand at all :D i'm not even sure what go is called in chinese?? i think i heard.......qi?? something??? idk. also wHY ARE THERE SUCH COOL NAMES FOR GAME MANOEUVRES. WHAT IS HAPPENING emperor: lol ur good at board games, u want a job?? shen qiao, thinking: i'm in danger :) OH MY GODDD THE OLD MAN IS CALLING HIM ~A-QIAO~ IN FRONT OF THE FUCKING EMPEROR. IN FRONT OF EVERYONEEEE OH MY GOD uh-oh the monk made emperor angy. somebody better say emituofo for HIM now O_O seeing yan wushi acting polite is. EARTH SHATTERING. so strange. i'm…..shocked??? weird 👀

yws: anyway here are my evil plans. u should stay and help bc ppl will keep trying to kill u without my protection >:) sq: no thanks :) if i just let u shelter me, isn't that the same as being sheltered by mt xuandu?? i'll head out on my own :) yws, thinking: ppl keep treating him badly, but he just perseveres!! it makes me want to……HURT HIM MORE >:) wtf yan wushi u are a strange man. u are a weirdo. pls don't step on shen qiao. he's wearing white the stains will never come out yan wushi PLS lmao yan wushi trying to tempt shen qiao into going to dongkang with him is hilarious, i love the bg music as well!! it's so whimsical~ WELL WELL WHO MIGHT THIS BE??? idk him YET but he's??? kinda hot??? ngl i have a Type and it's. embarrassingly obvious smh rip birb….😔 also: the monk did NOT say emituofo. heartbreaking 😔

#birb watches #thousand autumns donghua #qian qiu #im rly having too much fun with this lmao #i hope my jokes are still funny bc i intend to continue #i have internet access and im going to make it everyone else's problem >:)#birb still says

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tinyboxxtink · 4 years ago

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"Doppelganger" *Part 25* !!Finale!!

Okay I know this took two days but remember when I said I was NOT going to make another chapter? Well I had to just fit multiple chapters into this last one. Because dammit it will STOP HERE.

Except for the epilogue.

So here it is, I hope the anticipation and the hype doesn't ruin it for you, I did my best!

Also thank you so much for coming on this ride with me, it's been the longest one yet! I'm going to miss Pinguino and Raffi, but they'll be fine.

Part 24

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It was finally the night before your wedding day. The day you had been waiting for since you had first kissed Rafael, if you were being totally honest. You were staying at Chloe’s due to the whole traditional “not seeing each other�� before the wedding; it was the first night you had spent away from Rafael since the whole “Nevada” debacle. You wanted to prove to him and yourself that you could spend one night without him cuddling you like a toddler afraid to sleep in their own bed. But the more you drank during your “last girl’s night” the more the demons came out for you. Before you knew it you were hiding in your old bathroom dialing Rafael’s number.

“Baby aren’t you--” He started to ask you but you cut him off.

“Do you still want to marry me?”

“Ay dios,” You heard him chuckle. “Si, mi amor,”

“¿Estás seguro?” You asked worriedly.

“Yes carino,” He said very seriously. “I am very very sure,”

“...Okay,” You said in a small voice.

“Now go have fun and tell Chloe not to let you drink anymore, comprende?”

“Si,” You rolled your eyes. As you came out of the bathroom, you were greeted by Maria who was now in your former living room...for some reason.

“Hey babe, so Maria came by for--”

“I came by to ask you a favor, mija,” Maria cut Chloe off.

“Oh um--” You tried to act more sober around the only mother figure you’d really been around since forever. “Yeah sure! What’s up?”

“Well, I know we haven’t known each other that long, but Raffi is basically my son, so I consider you like a daughter,” She smiled sweetly at you, and you were suddenly aware that she was carrying a box with her.

“Oh, well that’s very sweet of you Maria,” You tried your best not to look uncomfortable.

“My husband Felipe and I,” She explained as she opened the box. “We were never able to conceive children ourselves,” She pulled out a very ancient looking, very detailed veil from the box.

“This veil has been worn by many generations in my family, and if I can’t pass it onto my own daughter, it would be my honor to give it to you to wear tomorrow,”

“Oh, Maria,” You did your best to hide your disgust for the veil, looking at her teary eyed smile. You glanced over her head and caught Chloe’s gaze; she was making a face that mimicked how you felt. It was like one of those fruit hats women wore in movies or commercials, only white and frilly. But what could you do?

“I’d be honored to wear it,” You nodded sweetly. Maria threw her arms around you with a tearful cry of joy. Behind her Chloe waved her arms wildly like “what the hell are you doing?!”. You could just shrug like “what else am I supposed to do?!”

“Bless you, hermosa,” She kissed you on the cheek as she stood up to leave. “Now I’ll leave you ladies to your fun,” She smiled and waved as she walked out the door.

“...What the hell?” Chloe couldn’t help but erupt in giggles as she properly examined the monstrosity.

“Shut up,” You tossed a pillow at her. “What was I supposed to do?! She was asking me to carry on her family name, or something,” You looked at the door where she had left; although you were still pretty drunk so you half remembered the conversation.

“Well if Rafael marries you while you wear this, you know it’s true love,” She snickered as she put it on you and turned you towards a mirror above your key ring holder.

“Oh God…” You threw your hands over your face and fell onto the couch face forward.

“Hey hey hey, don’t wrinkle it!” Chloe continued to tease and giggle. “That thing probably came over in some old Cuban woman’s raft,”

“I hate you,” You muttered through the cushions.

“You’ll hate me more if I don’t get you in bed right now,” Chloe shook her head with a laugh and a bottle of water. “But first, drink this. We don’t want you hungover on your big day,”

“Thanks mom,” You took the water and headed to your room, leaving the veil on the couch.

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The next day Chloe woke you up by jumping up and down on your bed yelling “IT’S YOUR WEDDING DAY!!!”

“...Jesus Christ Chloe,” You grumbled. “It’s too early for this,”

“Too early?” She scoffed, plopping right on your butt making you grunt. “Nonsense. It’s your wedding day!!”

“Which begs the question why you’re so happy about it,” You raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“What? I can't be happy for my best friend to get her happy ending?” She feigned offense.

“....Uh huh”, You continued to give her the look.

“And the fact that my bridesmaid’s dress makes me look like a classy pornstar?” She added.

“....An oxymoron, but go on,” You waited for it.

“....And the fact that every eligible lawyer and cop are gonna be at this wedding?!” She finally exclaimed.

“There it is,” You nodded your head with a roll of your eyes as you threw on some clothes to go downstairs.

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There was a limo waiting outside Chloe’s apartment for you and her. You hesitated getting in, remembering the last time you were in one of them. Chloe decided she’d do a ‘sweep’ for you. She jumped in and slid down the seats, squealing in delight.

“All clear babe! Check out what the husband left you!”

You cautiously slid in the limo to see Chloe pointing to a mini bar/fridge full of sweet pastries and champagne.

“Good lord,” You shook your head with a smile. “Chloe maybe we--” You were starting to say maybe at least wait until 11 am to start drinking, but she had already popped the champagne.

“Here,” She grabbed orange juice from the mini fridge. “Mimosas, the breakfast drink,”

You just stared at the drink she was trying to hand you; orange liquid in a champagne flute. You closed your eyes and told yourself the mind elixir was bright orange like Fanta, not orange juice. You took a deep breath and slowly accepted the mimosa, sipping it. See? You were fine. Everything was fine.

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As you pulled up to St. Michael’s you saw it was swarmed with cameras, reporters, and people in general. It looked like a circus. You saw the crowd and silently wished you had said screw tradition and had Rafael there with you. But you were a big girl, and you had Chloe.

“...Can we get out somewhere less...this?” You nervously asked your driver.

“Absolutely ma’am, I’ll find a private entrance. No problem,”

“Thank you,” You sighed in relief.

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After driving around the church a few times, the driver finally found a side street blocked off. He informed the copper he had you in the limo, and the cop waved your limo inside. Chloe jumped out of the limo while holding your hand, nearly breaking your arm.

“Oh! Wait! Hey Jeeves, can we get those pastries and mimosa’s in the lady’s bridal suite?”

“Chloe his name is not--”

“It’s fine, ma’am,” The driver chuckled. “I’ll make sure the refreshments are delivered to your dressing room,”

“You’re a doll,” She blew him a kiss before she continued pulling you through the huge building like she knew exactly where you were going.

“Excuse me, where do we go?” Chloe asked a random man in a suit.

“Oh, it’s you Ms. Y/N!” The man pulled out a camera and began snapping photos.

“Oh my god--- What is WRONG with you people?!” Chloe shoved him aside and took you down another corridor. Finally you reached a doorway that was guarded by two armed guards.

“Hi, do you know--”

“Right this way,” One of them took your hand. “Mr. Barba is already inside getting ready,” He nodded to the door as you walked away. You wanted so badly to swing open the door and jump into his arms, but you knew you had to stay calm.

“Great!” You did your best to smile at him as he led you and Chloe down the hall to another doorway. He opened it to reveal a huge room with a vanity, a changing wall, two long body mirrors and a lush couch. Two sinks lined the wall and a room with a toilet was behind it. Yours and Chloe’s dresses were hanging on the changing wall, and sitting on the vanity were your treats from the limo.

“Weee! Look at all of this!!!” Chloe clapped her hands and giggled wildly as she danced around the lavish room.

“I mean, it is nice--”

“Nice? God I wish I was getting married here!” Chloe sighed as she poured herself another mimosa.

“Well, if you ever find a man I’ll look into it,” You teased her.

“Uh I think you mean WHEN,” She pointed out. “And I think the ‘when’ will be by tonight!”

“My wedding reception isn’t a singles mixer, Chloe,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well of course not,” She shook her head. “It’s a BALL!”

“Oh good god,” You groaned with a small laugh as you poured yourself a mimosa and downed it.

“Whoa there killer, let’s slow it down there,” She gave you a look. “Wouldn’t want you stumbling down the aisle in front of a million people,”

“...Do you think you’re helping?” You asked her in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry, sorry,” She apologized as there was a knock at the door. Chloe answered it to see two women carrying makeup cases and hair tools.

“We’re here to get you ready, Ms. Y/L/N,” One of them smiled at you.

“And her maid of honor, right?” Chloe jumped in.

“Uh...if that’s what the bride wants,” The other one looked at you with a wary stare.

“Yeah that’s fine, actually please do her first by all means,” You waved them over to the long sink wall and vanity.

“You’re a good friend,” Chloe put her hands over your face with tears in her eyes as she smiled.

“...You’re ridiculous,” You patted her head sweetly before she sat in the vanity, ready to be made over.

While Chloe was being turned into a princess, you walked over and admired your dress that looked like it was made for one. It was a long, cream white colored sleeveless dress with intricate cubic zirconia diamonds sewn into the bust. It was the simplest dress Chloe had let you pick. Suddenly you remembered the cornucopia veil, it was sitting on the couch in the box Maria had brought it over in. You pulled it out and put it on; when one of the stylists saw it she gasped.

“Oh, ma’am, I don’t know--”

“My...mother, asked me to wear it,” You stopped her.

“Right,” She nodded uncomfortably while Chloe tried not to laugh at the disgusted faces they were clearly trying to hide.

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After what seemed like hours, you and Chloe were finally done in full make up and up do's. One of the ladies picked up the ancient headwear and tried positioning on your hair as best she could. She took several tries, using hair pins and hairspray before she finally stepped back.

“Lovely,” She smiled as she stepped back to admire her work. You looked in the vanity mirror to see your finished look. The headdress felt like it weighed five pounds, but it was intricately woven into your hair, there was no getting it out now. You longed for the moment Rafael would rip it off your head as soon as you were alone in your honeymoon suite...or, y’know before then.

“Well we’ll see you out there ma’am,” One of them nodded as they gathered their stuff and scooted out the door, leaving you and Chloe alone once again.

“Well,” Chloe examined your head. “At least you won’t lose it…” She was cut off by a knock at the door. You started to open it when you recognized those eyes.

“Rafa!” You slammed the door and yelled through it. “What are you doing? We can’t see each other before the wedding, it’s bad luck,”

“Baby I think we’ve gotten all the bad luck already out of the way,” He called through the door. “And I really, really need to talk to you,”

Your eyes widened in panic as you looked at Chloe, who sprung into best friend mode. “Calm yourself, I’m sure it’s nothing…” She walked over and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Stop freaking her out counselor, are you planning to run? Tell me now so I can get out there and tie you to a chair,”

“What? No! I just-- Y/N please will you open the door, por favor?” He sounded seriously distressed, and he used his secret weapon: speaking in spanish.

You sighed and slowly opened the door, revealing Rafael in a gorgeous black and white tux, and the tallest top hat you’d ever seen.

“Well well well, Mr. Monopoly, don’t you look spiffy?” Chloe snickered, causing you to hit her while Rafael made an even more distressed face.

“I knew it, god it’s awful,” He sighed as he took it off his head and walked inside the room.

“So why are you--?” You started to ask.

“The mayor said it would ‘look better on tv’,” He scoffed in disgust.

“Oh Jesus--” You rolled your eyes. “Baby why didn’t you just tell him--?”

“Because that stupid fucking contract we signed said we would go along with everything he said for the rest of this whole shit show!” He growled at the mess he had gotten himself into. The mayor knew damn well how much more “favors” he would ask of him before he signed that contract, he just knew it.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better…” You pointed to your own head. Rafael’s worried expression turned into a relieved smile as he finally noticed the bird’s nest on your scalp.

“...Maria sprung this on me last night,” You pointed to it. “At least you can take yours off,”

“...Well, that does help a bit,” He half smiled as he examined your ceremonial headdress.

“Is that it mi amor, you’re freaking out over a hat?” You put your hand on his face.

“Well our children are going to see these photos! Videos! Our GRANDKIDS! They’re going to think their grandpa was a huge douche,” He cried overdramatically.

“...Is this what it’s like to be with me? Because I don’t love it,” You teased him.

“I’m serious, Y/N! This isn’t funny!” He gave you a pitiful pout.

“...What else?” You gave him an expectant look.

“What else?”

“All of this over a hat?”

“...Alright fine,” He sighed as he sat down on the lush couch. “I know what I said about all that mattered was me and you standing across from each other but--”

“But?” You gave Chloe a worried look.

“But I also wanted someone else,”

“....Who, Olivia?” You rolled your eyes.

“No!” He exclaimed. “No, my childhood priest, Father Hernandez,”

“Oh,” You said with a relieved sigh. “Well, baby why don’t you just--”

“Because they’re being super particular, stupid Catholics!” He got up and started pacing.

“Apparently THEIR priest Father O’Shannon is ‘assigned’ to this place. God forbid anyone dare replace him,” He grumbled as he continued to pace.

“So you--”

“And it’s just the last straw on top of all of this bullshit, all this bending. I can’t do it!!” He threw up his hands in frustration.

“....Baby, breathe,” You stopped his pacing and pressed your forehead against his, your own personal calming gesture.

“God I guess it is true what they say,” Chloe suddenly spoke up, causing you both to give her a perplexed stare.

“In a couple when one person starts to go off the rails the other one instantly becomes the calm rational one,” She gestured between the two of you.

“Hey, I am NOT--” He protested.

“Baby please,” You shook your head. “I almost forgot how high strung you were until this moment,”

“High strung?” He took offense. “What are you talking about?”

“You forget that I worked for you,” You giggled.

“I’m high strung at work?” He asked. The question caused you to erupt in laughter. “What?! Am I?”

“Oh no sweetie, you’re totally mellow,” You smiled sarcastically.

“How am I--?”

“Think about how much coffee you drink at work, Rafa,”

“I don’t see how that is relevant,” He huffed. He loved his coffee, so what?

“...Mmmkay,” You chuckled, kissing his cheek.

“Well whatever, kettle” He made a pouty face.

“Fair,” You chuckled. “But we’re talking about you right now, pot,”

“Hey, I think I have done more than my share of helping you through your little ‘episodes’, it’s your turn!!!” He crossed his arms like a kid.

“Oh really? ‘Episodes’?” You replied in a snarky tone. Chloe sensed the rising tension and sprung into action.

“Okay! I think that’s enough, Pot. Kettle.” Chloe stepped in between you. “You’re clearly both too high strung for this conversation,”

“He started it,” You stuck your tongue out at Rafael like a five year old.

“Okay now let's not turn on each other, then the terrorist headwear wins,” She pointed to the hat on the vanity and your head.

“....Well do you have a solution, Gandhi?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Actually,” She smiled proudly. “I think I do,” She grabbed her phone and began typing something into google maps.

“You wanna share with the class?” Rafael asked as he gave you a look, like you were supposed to understand her crazy.

“.....Have you seen The Office?” She asked them, then glanced at you with a knowing look. Your face turned into a huge grin as you realized what she was implying.

“Chloe, you’re a genius,” You grabbed her in a hug.

“I know,” She nodded with a cocky smile.

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Chloe popped her head out of the door, making sure the coast was clear. When she was sure, she motioned to the two of you out and down the hall towards the back door where you left the limo. You and Rafael got in, and Chloe began to shut the door when you stopped her.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“Someone has to vamp!” She pointed out.

“You're a good friend, Chloe,” You gave her a kiss on her head.

“I know,” She said boastfully. “Just hurry, my bubbly personality can’t hold them off for long,” She slammed the door and you were off.

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“...Fucking New York traffic! Estúpido tráfico de mierda,,,” Rafael began muttering under his breath. His childhood church in the Bronx was at least thirty minutes away with the busy Manhattan traffic. You put a hand on his knee to try and soothe him, but he was extra wound up by now. It reminded you of when you were just his assistant; he’d get this way when a trial wasn’t going his way and he felt backed into a corner. The worst days you’d seen him have at the office, where he’d suddenly take off for hours in the middle of the day….

That gave you an idea.

“Baby,” You snapped him out of his internal ranting monologue. He turned to you with a dismayed look.

“I’m sorry, carino,” He apologized, taking your hand that was placed on his knee. “I know I’m--”

“Can priests marry people outside of their church?” You simply asked him.

“....Like a closer church?” He looked at you in confusion.

“.....Actually, I was thinking somewhere closer,” You bit your lip with a smile as you took his phone and typed in an address that linked to the driver’s phone map. He glanced down at it and gave you a huge smile.

“You’re the best,” He gave you a huge kiss as the limo made a U-Turn.

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Luckily Father Gonzalez used a bike for his transportation, so he was able to make it through traffic pretty easily. He met the two of you outside Central Park pretty soon after you got there.

“I appreciate you doing this for us, Padre,” Rafael hugged the priest tightly. “I didn’t want anyone else marrying us,”

“Claro, Rafael,” He smiled. “Of course! I was hoping St. Michael’s would have a change of heart, pero--”

“You know Catholics,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Si,” He nodded. “They’re almost as stubborn as you!” The padre chuckled. Then he noticed you.

“Ay, Rafa,” He gestured at you. “es este su prometido?”

“Si,” You nodded. “Soy su prometida,”

“Ay bien! Ella habla español!” Father Gonzalez smiled brightly. “So are you two ready?”

“Si, Padre,” Rafael nodded. “But first, we need the right backdrop,” He grinned as he took your hand and walked into the park.

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It was the middle of the day on a Saturday so the park was full of families playing, joggers, street artists and the like. Luckily for you however, nobody seemed to want to see the penguins today. The enclosure was almost empty except for one elderly couple.

“Witnesses!” You beamed at Rafael as you calmly walked up to the two and tapped the woman on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” You smiled sweetly. “Would you-- my fiancé and I, we’re supposed to get married in this huge chapel down the street from here, but it was just all too much circus so we snuck away so that we could just get married in our favorite spot here and--”

“Baby, too much detail,” Rafael laughed. He loved it when you would ramble on about something when you got excited, but you were on a time crunch.

“...Right,” You blushed. “Anyway is there any way--”

“You’d like us to be witnesses, dear?” The old woman smiled brightly at you.

“Yes, if you wouldn’t mind,” You smiled gratefully.

“Of course not!” The man with her chimed in. “Y’know, back in our day, we had to get married in secret too,”

You suddenly noticed that they were an interracial couple; a white woman and a black man. Your smile faded a bit as you thought of the hardships they must have been through, just to be together, similar to you and Rafael.

“Okay, we’ll do the fast version of this, mijos,” The Padre opened his Bible and began to speak, but looked at the two of you.

“Actually, you know you’re going to do this whole spiel in a little while anyway, why don’t you say your vows in your own words while you can?”

“Oh God,” You muttered, then gasped. “I’m so sorry! I--”

“It’s fine, senorita,” He nodded.

“I just...I’m not great, with the speeches and the speaking in public thing,” You twirled the one piece of hair hanging from your updo in your hand nervously.

“I mean, we’re not exactly in public, amor,” Rafael smirked.

“You know what I mean!” You hit him playfully. “I just...I want it to be perfect,”

“If you speak from your heart dear, it will be perfect,” The old woman assured you. “Just look into his eyes and say whatever it is you’re thinking,”

“....Well, maybe not ‘everything’,” The old man added with a laugh, giving you two a raunchy look. Good lord.

“Okay,” You took a deep breath and took Rafael’s hands, looking into his gorgeous green eyes.

“I...um….” You looked down nervously.

“Hey,” Rafael cupped your chin to look at him. “It’s okay, mi amor. It’s just me, it’s just us. Just like I said,”

“Just us,” You smiled, then began to start again.

“Rafael,” You took a deep breath. “It’s...it’s hard for me to make some big speech because the truth is, when I look into your eyes I forget everything. Every wrong decision, every hurdle we’ve been through, it all just...fades away, when you look at me,” You squeezed his hands tighter.

“You have done so much for me in so little time. People probably think that we’re insane because we’re committing our lives to each other after only really knowing each other for a few months, but the truth is it feels like a lifetime. I feel like I was born loving you, I just didn’t know it until I saw you,” His eyes were starting to water as your voice cracked with your own tears.

“I know that I have put you through so much grief, so much pain and...doubt,” You paused, wiping a few stray tears. “But you have never, not once, abandoned me. You’ve stuck through all of my crazy, all of our shenanigans--”

You glanced over at the old couple who were grinning ear to ear. You didn’t want to get into all the psycho drama you and Rafael had been through in front of total strangers, but he gave you a knowing look when you said ‘shenanigans’. He knew what you meant; because of course he did. You were connected.

“I’m actually really glad that you had your ‘freak out’ because for one it made me look like the sane one for once,” All of you chuckled. “But also, because it got us our chance to get married our way, in our spot,” You gestured to the cave around you.

“I remember the very first time you brought me here, I thought that it was done. We were done. I thought that our one perfect day was going to be just that-- one perfect day,” You began to choke on your words again as you thought back to that very first day, the day you “magicked” him.

“I never in my wildest dreams thought that--'' You glanced at the Padre and the couple again. “That we’d….start, again here,” You exchanged another knowing look.

“And I certainly never thought you’d propose to me in this place-- with a flash mob, no less!” The Padre and couple laughed in surprise, Rafael began to blush profusely, but you put a hand to his red cheek.

“Literally every single beginning we’ve had-- it started right here,” You wiped more stray tears, already knowing the woman back at the church was going to have to re-do all of it.

“And now it’s starting again-- for the rest of our lives,” You sniffled while Rafael wiped more tears from your face and then his own.

“...Okay I’m done,” You took a deep breath in and out as you smiled at Father Hernandez.

“Alright well then Rafa--”

“Oh wait!!!” You suddenly interjected. “Also, I love you,” You make an “eek” face. “I can’t believe I left that out,”

“...I’m pretty sure that whole speech was an ‘I love you,’ dearie,” The old woman patted your back with a reassuring smile.

“I agree,” Rafael nodded. “And to be honest-- I don’t think I can follow that,”

“Oh come on,” You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t that great,”

“No it wasn’t great,” He shook his head. “It was perfecto,” He took both of your hands in his once more. “...All I can say is, ditto,”

“Ditto?” You laughed. “Real romantic, Rafa,”

“Well I can’t think of anything more than what you’ve already said!” Rafael shrugged with a laugh.

“Well, except this: You say that I’ve put up with you, and never abandoned you, but neither did you,” He pulled you closer towards him.

“You’ve put up with me plenty, and you could have walked away plenty of times. But you stayed with me. You fought for me. And I will spend the rest of our lives trying to be good enough for you, not the other way around,”

“You’re already good enough for me, Rafael,” You bit your lip as you tried your hardest not to kiss him before Padre said you could.

“Can I kiss her yet Padre?” Rafael read your mind.

“Calma, Rafa,” Padre chuckled. “Do you have rings?”

“Shit, the rings!” Rafael groaned. “Sorry, Padre,” He quickly apologized.

“Wait...baby,” You turned around and looked down at all the decorative stones that lined the bottom of the tank. You picked two up and handed one to Rafael.

“Pebbles,” He smiled at you. “Like penguins,”

“Ah, well then…” The Padre shrugged, having no idea what was happening but went along with it anyway. “I guess, exchange the pebbles now?”

You giggled as you placed your pebble in Rafael’s hand, then he placed his in yours.

“Well then, I guess by the power vested in me by God and the state of New York, I now pronounce you man and wife,” He shrugged with a smile. “Now you may kiss her, Rafa,”

“Gracias, Padre,” He grinned before pulling you into a passionate kiss, a kiss rivaling many of the kisses you had exchanged in this cave before now.

“Now, if you three would like to attend a circus, we’d be glad to have you,” You glanced at your three witnesses.

They looked at each other with confused glances, then shrugged and followed you and Rafael back towards the limo.

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As soon as you pulled back behind the church, the Padre and the couple were shown to seats by one of the security guards while you and Rafael walked back to the bridal suite. Chloe ran up to the both of you before you could make it here, Rafael’s top hat in her hand.

“What the hell, you guys?!” She hissed, then realized you were in a church so she made a sign of the cross and kissed her fist.

“They’re about to start rioting!” She added.

“Sorry, sorry, Chloe,” You kissed her cheek. “You’re a good friend,”

"I want you to realize you've said that three times now,” She smiled proudly. “Be sure to tell all of your sexy eligible lawyer friends that, Rafael,”

“I’ll be sure to slip it in every conversation later, Chloe,” He smirked as he gave her a kiss on the cheek as well.

“Alright now take this magic hat and get down that aisle before the mayor actually kills you,” She shoved the top hat in Rafael’s hands and shooed him through the hall and towards the doors of the sanctuary.

“Alright,” She focused on you. “You ready to do this?”

“I mean…” You gestured to your messed up make up and the veil falling out of your hair.

“Aw crap,” Chloe grimaced. “Ok, well looks like you’re getting the Chloe special,” She went and grabbed her purse from the bridal room and pulled you into the ladies room.

After a few minutes you reemerged with perfect make up and the veil reattached to your hair like a nest. Hey, you just had your perfect ceremony. You could last a few more minutes with this thing.

“Alright, now you’re ready,” She brushed you off and opened the sanctuary doors to signal the piano to start playing the Bridal Suite.

The doors opened and Chloe took your hand as you both walked down the aisle together. The flashing lights and bright red dots from film cameras were starting to overwhelm you as you walked, but you focused on Rafael.

He was at the end of all this erratic tunnel of people gawking at you like a zoo animal. You just breathed in and out and kept your gaze locked into his; his smile was like a bright beacon in the darkness. Finally you reached the altar and he took your hands in his. You felt safe again; you’d always feel safe in his grasp.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” The priest began to speak, but the only thing the two of you heard were each other, speaking volumes to each other with just your looks. It was just like Rafael had promised: Just you and him.

And it would just be you and him, forever.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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BTS Reaction || Night Terrors [Request]

A/N: I hope this helps you feel a little better hunny and if you need somebody to talk to I’m always here for you!!!

The Tae one is based on a book I’ve been thinking of adapting into a fanfiction for him or bang chan but I’m not sure if people would like it?

Seokjin:

Jin was coming up to bed after coming in late from the studio when he heard you screaming, he dashed up the stairs and into the shared bedroom he had with you to find you scrambling toward the headboard and holding your head.

"Hey, hey, hey!" He called out dropping his bag on the floor and getting onto the bed beside you and wrapping his arms around your shoulders where he started rocking you back and forth in his arms.

"I'm right here baby, it's not real. It's okay." He whispered over and over again in your ear, kissing the top of your head as you began to cry about the night terror you had just been experiencing.

"J-Jin it felt so real." You managed to say between the broken sobs and he held you tighter to him, holding your hand over his heart so you could feel it beating.

"This right now is real, this here." He told you as he turned your head up to look at him,

"Look at me, I'm real. This is real." He assured you, you stared back into his eyes looking at him as he smiled down at you.

"You're here." You breathed laying your head back down on his chest and breathing in his familiar scent that had you relax instantly and your body eased into his and he laid you both down not caring that he was fully dressed as long as you were relaxing and laying beside him, he began drawing small patterns into your skin to help you relax that little bit more and he kissed your shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" He whispered noticing that you weren't falling back to sleep but he knew how hard it was for you to get back to sleep after experiencing a night terror.

"Can we get hot chocolate?" He nodded sitting you both up in the bed and going to get you one of his hoodies and a pair of your leggings,

"The fresh air will be nice." He told you one you were dressed and ready to leave, you did this whenever you had a night terror. He would take you out of the house for a little while, there was a small cafe right around the corner from your apartment which was open 24 hours a day so you could always count on them for a good hot chocolate. Jin linked his hands with yours as you walked down the stairs and out of your apartment door, he didn't question you on what happened because he knew you would talk about it whenever you felt ready and he didn't want to push you into anything that you didn't want to talk about yet.

Yoongi:

Yoongi was working in his home studio trying to get some last-minute work done when he heard your sobs,

"Y/n?!" His voice was full of panic and he jumped up from his desk not caring that he'd sent the chair flying into the bookshelf behind him. He rushed to the bedroom where he found you crying while curled up in a ball on the bed,

"Y/n?!" He asked coming into the room and sitting behind you, you said nothing but turned around so you could lay against his lap and he began softly playing with your hair to try and comfort you in any way that he could.

"What happened?" You shook your head not being able to find the words to explain what it was about and he wrapped his arms around you so you were now sitting in his lap,

"It's alright, none of it was real okay?" You knew it wasn't but it still didn't make it any easier.

"W-What were you doing?" You questioned trying to think of something to distract your mind and he told you he was working on a new song.

"Can I hear it?" You whispered to him looking up at him and he smiled down at you nodding and letting you get up off the bed and walk to his studio inside the house and he smiled as you got into his big leather desk chair and rolled yourself to his desk. He grabbed one of the other chairs that he kept in the room for the boys or you whenever you came to work with him and he clicked on the newest song hitting play, you slipped on the large headphones he always wore and Yoongi began watching your face for a reaction.

"Whoa." You whispered nodding your head back and forth to the beat as you listened to the music, then the lyrics started and he could tell by the look on your face that you liked it. Your eyes were glowing as you stared at the screen before turning to look at him with a shocked expression,

"Yoongi it's-" You couldn't even find the words to express what the song was like but it was perfect in every way shape and form.

"You like it?" You nodded putting down the earphones and asking him who it was about,

"It's about my love for someone close to me, and how much I love them." He wrapped leant closer to you before kissing you on the lips and chuckling as you began to hide your face from him feeling shy.

Hoseok:

Hoseok woke up to feel you shaking beside him, he assumed you were just cold so he wrapped the quilt around you but once his hand came into contact with your skin he ripped the covers away from you and went to get a cold flannel for you from the bathroom.

"Baby, baby come on wake up." He whispered shaking you softly and waiting for you to come out of it naturally and when you did he scooped you into his arms applying the cold flannel to your skin and letting you relax back against his arms. He'd done this a million times before with you so he knew how to get you to calm down, he kept the cold flannel on your skin to try and bring your temperature down while you held onto his arms tightly.

"I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." He repeated in your ear knowing that you needed to hear that from him and that it was true,

"You alright?" You shook your head and he kissed the top of your head ignoring your groaning and moaning about you being covered in sweat,

"I don't care that you're sweating, we'll have a shower. You alright?" You nodded and he pulled you closer keeping you close to him so he could comfort you while you told him what had happened in the night terror.

Namjoon:

That morning you'd gone with Namjoon to the studio since it was your week off from work and you wanted to spend time with him, you took your favourite book to keep you busy while he was working but you'd fallen asleep after an hour being there on the sofa. Namjoon smiled turning to see you asleep on his sofa clutching the book close to your chest as you mumbled in your sleep, he turned back to the computer for a second before the mumbles turned into whimpers and then the whimpers turned to screams and he rushed over to you abandoning the work he was doing and holding you in his arms, shifting your head so it was on his thigh.

"Namjoon?!" You cried out when you woke up to him kissing your forehead and whispering something you couldn't hear,

"Shh, it's okay." He moved you closer to him and he began rocking you in his arms whispering sweet nothings to you to help slow your heart rate down to its normal beating pattern and once you were calm and breathing normally he turned so you were laid between his thighs and he was sat against the arm of the sofa.

"Do you want to talk about you?" You shook your head and so he kissed the top of your head while you linked your hands together wanting to just have him hold you a little while longer.

"I'm not going anywhere." He whispered in your ear as he felt you tense up when he went to move,

"Sorry-"

"Don't say sorry, I love you." He whispered giving you another kiss on the cheek before laying his head in your neck and watching you playing with his fingers.

Jimin:

He knew he was late home and he was expecting you to be in bed waiting for him but what he hadn't expected was to come home and see you crying on the sofa with one of his hoodies wrapped around you as you cried into your hands.

"Y/n?!" He yelled rushing over to you and questioning what was wrong, you'd only just moved in together and it was your first night alone in the house which was scary enough but then you went and had a night terror along with it and woke up to see Jimin wasn't with you.

"Another one? I thought we were making progress on them?" You whimpered and he sat beside you on the sofa laying you both down so you were laying on his chest. He began rubbing circles in the small of your back while you explained what had happened, he was comforting you in any way that he could, kissing the top of your head whenever you found it difficult to talk about something.

"I'm so sorry baby," He whispered when you finally finished and broke down into another set of tears, you hid your head in his chest and he began to tell you all of the love he had for you. Telling you that he was always going to be there for you, reminding you that the terror hadn't been real but what was happening with him was.

"Do you want to get something to eat? Drink?" You shook your head yawning as you felt tired and he smiled softly standing you both up and going towards the stairs so you could both go to sleep together.

Taehyung:

Taehyung usually snuck in through your bedroom every night to help you fall asleep and sleep without the night terrors you experienced but you'd had a fight over him flirting with everyone that day and he hadn't shown up like he always did. He would normally climb through the bedroom window to come and spend the night beside you. He was your brothers best friend and you didn't get along at all outside of the bedroom, but it wasn't anything sexual. He would just fall asleep holding you and it had been that way since you were kids, it was how you slept without waking up sobbing, screaming and sweating.

"Shit," Taehyung whispered panicked as he heard your broken cries coming from your room, he was walking towards your brother's room when he heard you and he opened the door and spotted you clutching onto the pillow and whimpering in your sleep. He climbed into the bed behind you and as soon as his arms wrapped around your waist he noticed your body relax and you stopped whimpering.

"Tae?" You whispered rolling over to look up at him, he was in jeans and a t-shirt looking down at you,

"What's up?" You stared at him before leaning up and kissing him gently on the lips,

"Thank you for coming back." You whispered to him before tucking your head into his chest and listening to his heartbeat, he kissed the top of your head and you hummed not wanting him to ever leave you again.

"I heard you when I came to see Yoongi, you alright?" You shook your head and he only held you tighter and closer to him trying to and get you back to sleep, he knew how hard it was for you to sleep so he was going to do the best he could to have you well-rested.

"Don't leave me again." You begged and he linked your fingers together bringing your hand up to his lips and kissing it gently,

"I promise I won't." He whispered back to you before closing his eyes and trying to sleep beside you praying your brother wouldn't walk through the door and see you both laying there.

Jungkook:

Jungkook was doing his best to stay quiet from beside you, he was gaming while you were curled up beside him on the sofa finally getting the first time in a week. You could never sleep without him being next to you and he'd been so busy all week that he hadn't been there and your night terrors got worse to the point where you dreaded going to sleep.

"Shit. No." Jungkook groaned moving to the end of the bed so he could see the screen and concentrate harder on the game he was playing.

He hadn't even noticed that you'd woken up until he turned around to see you staring at the bed blankly,

"Y/n?" He whispered dropping the controller and turning to come back to you, you blinked and he knew that you were in shock over what had happened during your night terror.

"Jungkook?" You asked turning to look at him with tears in your eyes and he took you into his arms shuffling back against the headboard and keeping you as close to him as he could get you to him.

"You- You left and then I erm-" He told you not to think about it and you closed your eyes trying to focus on anything but had happened,

"Listen to my voice okay, I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere." You nodded and he began to sing softly in your ear to try and calm you down from everything, hearing him and feeling him beside you made you feel a lot better and you closed your eyes tightly listening to his heartbeat and then focused on his singing letting it help you relax.

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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Jimin Scenario| You think he’s cheating on you but he’s not

Featuring Jin being an overprotective amazing friend and standing up for you and your honor.

Jimin had been acting strangely around you lately. Whenever you came home early, he seemed to be on the phone with someone and would quickly excuse himself from the conversation when he noticed you. He was more shy around you, which really sent up red flags because Jimin was normally shameless around you and seemed to need your touch like he did oxygen.

It honestly worried you, to say the least. You two had been together for 2 years now but had been best friends for even longer, and for him to suddenly start avoiding you, you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was tired of you.

The final straw was when you came home early from work, this time making sure to be quiet so he didn’t hear you enter the front door. As per usual, Jimin was on the phone with someone. You snuck into the kitchen and ducked behind the counter so you could hear him talking in the living room.

“No I haven’t told her. It’s too soon... No she has no idea but I feel so bad keeping this from her... I know I’ve been avoiding her and honestly I don’t think I am going to be able to hold this in for much longer... No I need to talk to Anna tomorrow and then I’ll decide what do from there... Okay. Bye Jungkook. Thank you again for keeping this a secret I know how hard it is for you when y/n is your best friend too.”

You feel your heart drop into your stomach. Jimin was cheating on you? With someone named Anna? And Jungkook knew about it? Not only were you betrayed by your boyfriend, but your best friend in the span of just a few moments. You stay crouched behind the counter, waiting for him to hopefully walk away. You pray that he doesn’t come into the kitchen and your hopes seem to be answered as he walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. You hear the shower turn on and now the sobs are wracking through your body. You run into the bedroom, quickly pack a bag and leave. Slamming the door behind you.

Jimin hears the front door slam shut as he turns the water off in the shower. He quickly throws on his clothes and walks out into the hallway, excited to see you.

“Hey baby you’re home early! Want to go somewhere and grab dinner?” He receives no answer.

“Y/n?” He glances around the living room, and kitchen and finds no traces of you having been there. When he walks into the bedroom he feels his heart sink. Your clothing is haphazardly thrown about the room. Now he’s worried that something has happened to you. He immediately pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls you, only to have it immediately go to voicemail. Jimin attempts to call Jungkook, wondering if maybe you told him where you were going.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah hyung?”

“Did you hear from y/n recently?”

“No.. she should still be at work, why?”

“I heard the front door slam shut and all of her clothes are thrown about the bedroom. What if someone kidnapped her? Or what if... what if she left... What if she is tired of me?”

“Jimin I’m sure she’s fine. Y/n loves you she would never leave you. And if someone tried to kidnap her you know damn well that person wouldn’t have made it two feet out the door cuz she would throw down.” Jimin giggles at his words but it’s quickly replaced with worry again.

“But this is just so odd. Where would she go in such a hurry?”

“I don’t know. Did you try calling her?”

“Yeah and it went straight to voicemail.”

“That’s odd.. let me call the others and see if they know where she is.”

“Okay, thank you Jungkook.”

You get out to your car and immediately drive away, holding yourself together for at least a few miles before you pull over in a random convenience store’s parking lot. It’s at this moment you realize you don’t know where you should go. You can’t go to Jungkook’s, he’s broken your trust just as harshly as Jimin has. Your parents don’t live in Seoul. Your only other friends are the members and you can’t exactly trust they didn’t know what was going on either, but you quickly begin to realize you don’t have another choice.

“Alright, who’s the lucky one who gets to deal with me today.” You close your eyes and open up the group chat with the members, scrolling and letting your thumb rest on a member’s name at random.

“Jin it is.” You dial his number and he answers on the first ring.

“Y/n?! Where are you Jungkook and Jimin are worried sick about you.”

“I don’t care.”

“What do you mean you don’t care? Why do you sound like you’ve been crying? What’s wrong?”

“Jin please don’t tell them I called you.. It’s.. Jimin he..” You break down again, you literally can feel your heart breaking with every passing moment away from Jimin.

“Hey, it’s okay y/n I won't tell them okay? Just tell me where you are? Did Jimin do something to hurt you?”

“He’s cheating on me.”

“What?! I’ll kill him, that’s it where are you?”

“I’m at the convenience store off of 12th street.”

“I’ll be right there.” He hangs up the line and you immediately turn off your phone again, not wanting to answer any texts or calls from either of those two. You sit in the car, resting your head against the steering wheel wondering where you could have went wrong. You thought Jimin was happy with you. Just a few months ago you were talking about getting married, having a family, so what changed? Did the thought of a permanent commitment with you scare him off? You’re so lost in your thoughts that you don’t notice Jin next to the car until the door opens and you’re pulled out of your seat and into his arms. You immediately relax in his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his broad arms protectively wrapped around you. Jin always made you feel safe. And you felt like he was the one you could turn to for life advice and anything else.

“Y/n I am so sorry. I don’t know what that idiot could possibly have been thinking. Are you certain he is cheating on you? That doesn’t sound like Jimin at all/ He’s crazy about you.” You tell Jin about the conversation you overheard and see anger behind his eyes. “That little brat. And Jungkook knew! I am going to call them both and give them a piece of my mind!”

“No don’t! Can I just.. stay with you for a while?”

“We can’t go back to the apartments right now y/n Jungkook is there.”

“Then can we just stay here?” Jin smiles at you.

“Sure. Scoot over into the passengers side we can just drive somewhere together okay?” You nod and move to the other seat, letting Jin take the wheel. He starts the car and as soon as he does he blasts the music and starts singing loudly, turning up the theatrics and dancing. You immediately burst out laughing, seemingly satisfied, Jin turns the radio down.

“See there’s that smile! How about if we go out to eat somewhere? You pick, I’ll treat.”

“I don’t really feel like eating right now.. I’m sorry.”

“Hey it’s fine. What about icecream? We can drown our sorrows in a tub of Ben & Jerry’s and go sit at the park.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“Okay. Be right back then.”

Jin leaves the vehicle and walks into the store to get your icecream, however he also makes a quick phone call while he’s in there.

“Hello? Jin did you hear from y/n-”

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUNGKOOK I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THAT!”

“Whoa whoa whoa Jin what are you-”

“How dare you! How could you keep such a secret from y/n?! And support Jimin in the process are you freaking insane? Y/n is your best friend!”

“Hyung what-”

“Don’t you hyung me I am so unbelievably pissed at you right now.”

“Jungkookie is that Jin?” He can hear Jimin in the background.

“OH BOY PUT ME ON SPEAKER PHONE RIGHT NOW JEON.” Jungkook quickly complies, alarmed at the use of his last name only.

“PARK JIMIN! Y/n is the love of your life. We all love and cherish her deeply how dare you hurt her like this! If you were unhappy you should have just told her! Not cheated on her! Do you have any idea-”

“I’m sorry what? Cheated on her?!”

“Don’t interrupt me! Do you have any idea how heart broken she is? I thought she was going to pass out from how hard she was crying. Her poor little nose is bright red and her face is all puffy because of you two!”

“Why in the hell do you think I am cheating on her? Are you insane? I love y/n to death my whole heart belongs to her-”

“Then who’s Anna?!”

“What?”

“Don’t you what me. Y/n told me everything. She heard you talking to Jungkook, telling him you needed to talk to Anna first, that he had to keep this a secret, that you felt bad for keeping things from her. You really expect me to believe you aren’t cheating on her?!”

“Oh my- Jin! Anna is the jeweler customizing my engagement ring for y/n!”

“..... I’m sorry what now?”

“The reason I have been so secretive around y/n and reclusive is because I am so damn nervous about asking her to marry me. Anna is the girl who is designing the ring and it was done today. I was telling Jungkook I needed to go see her to pick the ring up and would then decide how I want to ask her from there but... oh god I fucked up y/n really thinks I cheated on her?”

“Yes.. She does. She’s heart broken Jimin.”

“Hyung.. please can you help me? I am going to go pick the ring up I guess now is as good a time as any to ask her. God I don’t want her to think I don’t love her when she is everything to me. Can you meet me at the park?”

“That’s perfect because I told her we could sit at the park and drown our sorrows in a tub of icecream.”

“Okay. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah don’t thank me. I’m still mad at you for making her cry.” Jin hangs up the phone and quickly grabs the icecream and pays for it.

“Why did that take so long?”

“Sorry the cashier was in the back stocking or something. Had to search around to find them.” You eye him suspiciously but before you can say anything else Jin turns the radio back up and heads towards the park.

You two are sat on a bench now, eating the icecream as he’s letting you vent.

“I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe he actually loved me.. I should have known better.”

“Y/n?” You hear a familiar voice behind you and whip your head around.

“Oh no.. How the hell did you find me?” You turn and face Jin who won’t meet your gaze. “Betrayer!”

“Y/n just hear him out okay? This whole thing is just a misunderstanding.”

“You side with him?! I should have known. Can’t believe you would tell him where I am when you damn well how he broke my heart.” You turn around to face Jimin, trying to keep a straight face although your voice trembles. “Alright just get it over with. Tell me that you don’t want to be with me anymore so I can officially be done with this.”

“I don’t want to do that. Y/n I love you. I’m not going to tell you I want to break up with you when all I want is to spend the rest of my life with you.” He drops down to one knee and you freeze in place. “Anna is the woman who was helping me design your ring. I was asking for Jungkook’s help with the design, and planning how to ask you. I wasn’t cheating on you baby, I swear. Please believe me.” Jimin pulls out the box and opens it, Your jaw drops when you see it.

“Y-.. you want to marry me?”

“Yes.”

“And you didn’t cheat on me?”

“Not ever, and I never will.” You stare at him for a moment longer before you burst into tears for a whole new reason. Jimin immediately stands up and wipes your tears away, pulling you into a hug and holding onto you tightly, not wanting to let you go. “Ah I keep making you cry today I am a terrible boyfriend.”

“Fiancé”

“What?”

“You’re a terrible fiancé.” Jimin pulls away, hope in his eyes.

“Does this mean you forgive me? That you’ll marry me?”

“Yes.. Jimin I would love to marry you. This was all just a big misunderstanding and.. I should have talked to you about it I am sorry for worrying you.” Jimin slips the ring on your finger and places a kiss to your knuckle after he does.

“You did nothing wrong. I understand why you would take things that way I should be the one apologizing.” You lean in and place a kiss to his lips, both of you pouring all of the emotions you had been feeling that day into the kiss. When you pull away Jimin is beaming at you. You can’t help but smile back. Suddenly you hear a sniffle behind you and you turn around to see Jin wiping his eyes.

“Jin? Why are you crying.”

“Because I am so happy for you two! My little Jiminie is getting married. I’m so proud.” You both giggle at that and Jin smiles fondly at the two of you.

“Thank you for taking care of her, hyung.”

“Of course. What are friends for? I’m going to head back to the apartment now. You both going to be okay?” You turn to Jimin and you both smile at each other.

“Yeah.. I think we’re going to be just fine.”

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solei28 · 4 years ago

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Up in Smoke (Bucky/Reader)-Chapter 1

Up In Smoke Mater List

“We need you to back up the data now, Dr. Watts,” Captain Montgomery told you throwing a flash drive onto your desk.

You looked at him raising an eyebrow. “I’m not finished with my report. I’ll back it up when I am.”

“Not an option. They’ve come.”

It’s about damn time. You nodded at the captain and grabbed the drive. “It will take some time. Can you hold them back until it’s done?”

Montgomery walked to the door. “I’ll try my best. No promises.”

You knew he wouldn’t be able to. You shoved the drive into the USB port and began backing up the files. The door slammed behind you and you knew you’d never see him again.

The files were slow going and you knew they would get to you before the backup was complete. At least I’ll be done with this façade. You had been working undercover at the HYDRA facility for six months. Director Fury of SHIELD secured your false paperwork and got you in so you could track what they have been up to. HYDRA was slippery. Every time the Avengers and SHIELD thought they took them down, they would pop up in another part of the world.

Fury had heard about you through the pipeline. An elite soldier that could infiltrate, dismember and take down an entire government in a single night without ever being seen. He found you in a small town in Denmark. You were trying to live a quiet life after early retirement. Fury could see you were bored and needed to get back into the fold.

“I’m not going to force you to join SHIELD. I just need your help taking down HYDRA,” Fury told you over a cup of coffee. “After that, you can walk away.”

You were happy to take his offer. It got you back in the game and man how you have missed it. It came to you so naturally, putting on a persona and fooling the staff. You befriended a few other doctors easily and got loads of information on projects you weren’t involved in.

Now, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes had come and put an end to your little game. Finally. All you had to do now was download the files and pass them over. Well, at least that’s what Fury wants you to do. You, however, wanted to have some fun.

You heard gunshots and chaos ensuing on the other side of the door. The files were 75% complete.

“With all that HYDRA has been able to accomplish, you’d think their computers would run faster,” you said out loud, rolling your eyes.

Standing up from your chair, you began to stretch. You knew it would only be a matter of moments before the Avengers came bursting through the door. The gunshots were closer now. The files were at 85% completion. You heard heavy footsteps coming closer to the door. You smiled to yourself, ready for the fun to begin.

The door swung open with such a force, it hit the wall, where it stood embedded into it. The files are at 96%.

“Ma’am, step away from the computer,” a gravelly voice commanded from behind you.

“Give it a moment to finish, first,” you said over your shoulder. “It’s at 98% and counting.”

“Ma’am, please just step away from the computer,” the voice stated again slowly walking to your right.

“100%,” you said snatching up the drive. You turned to face the man behind the voice. Raising an eyebrow, you said, “Now, I’m ready to step away from the computer, Sergeant Barnes.”

Your face was unreadable, but inside you were bursting with excitement. You were standing in front of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes. You were going to have some fun indeed.

He took a cautious step toward you, hand out. “Hand me the drive, ma’am.”

You held the drive up and smiled at him, eyes dancing mischievously. “And, what do I get out of it if I do?”

James can see he’s going to have to take it by force. He studies you as he takes another step forward. “Listen, Ma’am. You really don’t want this fight. Just hand me the drive and let’s be done with this.” One more step forward.

“But, this drive is very important. So, if I’m going to give it up, I need to make sure I’m getting something in return.” Now, it’s your turn to take a step forward. “What are you willing to offer me, Serge?” you purr.

James can’t help the smile that spread across his face. What is this woman playing at? “You work for HYDRA, so there’s nothing I can do. And, since you know who I am, you should know I am not very keen on helping HYDRA.” He takes another step forward.

“Well, if you won’t help me, why should I help you?” you huff out and pout. “That’s not fair.”

James is growing impatient. “Lady, give me the drive before I take you from you.”

“Now I’m really not gonna give it to you with that attitude,” you say raising an eyebrow and take a step back.

James huffs air out of his nose taking a big step and closing the gap between you two. He is truly an intimidating specimen. He hovers over you, eyes intense and mouth in a thin line. You know he’s had enough of your games. However, your shenanigans have only just begun.

The super-soldier is fast, grabbing your wrist. His grip is firm but he doesn’t hurt you. He knows his strength and what he is capable of. He can’t say the same about you, though. You give him a wink and sly smile. Then, in a split second, he’s holding nothing. You were gone and the only thing left was a thick cloud of dark grey smoke where you had been standing.

James opens his hand and looks at it completely bewildered. What the fuck just happened? He whirls around when he hears you tut from behind him.

The confusion on his face makes you laugh. “Weren’t expecting that now were you, Sergeant?”

“So, HYDRA is making enhanced scientists now. I guess it’s one way to protect their precious research,” James spits out.

You hold up your hands defensively. “Whoa there. You’re assuming a bit much. HYDRA didn’t make me. No one made me.”

James tilts his head to one side like a puppy, eyes boring into you. You could see the wheels in his head turning. He was trying to put the pieces together. “You’re a mutant?”

“Born and raised,” you say proudly.

“So, HYDRA is hiring mutants as scientists, then. Won’t help you get out of this building with that drive, sweetheart.” James lunged at you.

This time he ended up choking on the grey smoke left where you popped out of existence. Now, you were at the door waving the drive mockingly at him.

“I might be wrong, but I think my mutant abilities are exactly what’s going to get me out of this building.”

James just smirked at you. “Wanna bet?”

You smiled wickedly at him. “Hell yes. When you lose, you’ll have to take me out to dinner.”

“Dinner?” James shakes his head even more confused. “Why would I do that? You work for HYDRA?”

You tut at him, waving a finger. “Still assuming my dear Sergeant.”

“Who the hell are you?” He cannot wrap his head around you.

“The girl that’s about to win a dinner date with you,” you say and wink.

“I don’t think so, lady,” a voice says from behind you before you’re abruptly turned to face them.

“Hello, Cap,” you say to Steve Rogers. You feel James come up behind you. “Oh, my. Look at me, sandwiched between two super soldiers,” you say in mock distress. “Whatever shall I do?”

James goes to grab the drive from your hand. And, again, you’re gone leaving the cloud of smoke where you were. He looks at Steve, venom in his eyes.

“I hope you know a nice place to make a reservation at. Preferably a place that has really good seafood.” You are standing in front of a large window at the end of the hallway.

James and Steve look at each other then back at you. You could see the anger coupled with confusion on their faces. Steve talks into his comms to let the others know your location before both men run towards you.

“I’m done playing games with you. Give me the drive. Now!” James says throwing a punch at you. You easily dodge it and dance around him, avoiding Steve’s blow as well.

The men are putting in a lot of effort trying to land a hit on you. You were much too quick for them. It was effortless, the way moved out of harm’s way without even using your powers. Finally, Steve threw a haymaker at you and caught it in your hand. Now, it was your turn.

Steve cannot believe how strong you are, turning his wrist to the point of dislocating it before kicking him in the abdomen. It sent him several feet back. James came in with a jab that you sidestepped allowing you to grab his arm. Using his own momentum, you easily flipped him onto his back.

You looked up to see Steve throw his shield at you. When it was mere inches from your face, you used your powers and let it pass through the smoke and break the window behind you. As you popped back into existence, both men were already trying to subdue you again. Now, you were just smoking in out of their blows causing the men to hit each other. Finally, you grabbed both fists coming at you in each hand.

You kicked Steve in the gut and sent him flying back before turning your full attention on James. “This was fun. Can’t wait for our date.” Before he can say or do anything you spartan kick him. He falls flat on his ass and you laugh. In another cloud of smoke, you’re gone, reappearing outside of the window.

James gets up and runs towards the window, jumping out of it, trying to get his hands on you. Just as he’s about to grab your arm, he hears Fury’s voice.

“That won’t be necessary, soldier. She’s with us.”

“What?” James spits out.

You smile innocently. “I told you you were assuming too much,” you say and toss the drive to Fury.

“Smoke was working on my orders at this facility. She’s the reason you all were able to infiltrate this base. We owe her a lot,” Fury explained.

James looked at you shaking his head angrily. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Oh, come on. I was just looking to have a little fun. Do you know how boring and dull it is to work with all these lab coats? I needed a bit of exercise and you just happened to be my workout partner.” You smiled at him.

James looked like he was about to have an aneurysm. “That was all for fun?”

“Yeah, and I got a date out of it.” You winked at him. Then, you put your fingers to your mouth and whistled. “I take it we’re done here?” You say to Fury.

“For now. I’ll need you to come by the office later for a debriefing.”

You nod and turn to see your ride galloping towards you. The 6’5 black Clydesdale came to a halt in front of you. You smile fondly at the robotic demon horse. He was your pride and joy. “Hey, I missed you buddy.” You climb on his back and look down at the James. “Remember, a place that has good seafood.”

James is left there, mouth open watching as you gallop away. He has so many questions. The first of which is when the hell was he going to see you again so he could make the reservation.

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jojikawa · 5 years ago

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Goku x Goddess! Reader (P.1)

You were a goddess of the same universe as Lord Beerus. You weren't called a destroyer or even a creator like the Kais. You were the silver lining between both powers and because of that, you stood on a pedestal above them. You weren't too overpowered either. There was no fear in your presence. You brought happiness to those you encountered. Although, your power and position came at a great cost. When you were happy, things were really good, but once you needed to put your foot down, things took a turn. You could get just as angry as Beerus if you really wanted to.

Today you decided to pay a visit to Beerus and Whis because well... you had nothing better to do! You were traveling to Universe 7 with your attendant, Wynn, when she decided to strike up a conversation.

"I'm assuming your sleep was refreshing my lady because you seem rather happy." She noted while the two of you went through space. You smiled. "Well this morning I woke up early to write a little, then I cleaned up and I picked out the cutest robes so that I can go out today...But I should've stayed in bed. I'm still tired." You told her. "We can always turn around, my lady."

You shook your head. "No need, Wynn. I'll just eat and sleep once our visit is over."

Meanwhile, Future Trunks had just come to get the others to him kill Goku Black. Beerus and Whis were there too. "We should let no other Deity know of this dilemma." You heard Beerus utter as you appeared.

"Know what?" You questioned peeking from behind Wynn.

...

"(Y/N)!!!??" Beerus exclaimed before falling over. Whis smiled delightfully a waved to you. "Oh Hello, Lady (Y/N) and Attendant Wynn. I didn't expect to be seeing the two of you right now."

You giggled. "Hello, Beerus and Whis. How are you?" You asked them before realizing there were more. "What are Saiyans doing here...? Wynn, explain." You examined the warrior race specimen. "It seems as though a few escaped the massacre that was their planet and now they are repopulating." She told you. You began to think of the possibilities of this happening before you were taken out of your thoughts by a certain someone.

"Whoa! Who are you?" A very tall and masculine man pushed past Wynn and approached you. "I-I, uhh-" You were taken aback by the Saiyan's outgoing nature.

"Kakarot!" yelled, Vegeta.

"You idiot, Saiyan!!" Beerus yelled as he stood. "This is (y/n), Goddess of Destruction AND Creation. If she wanted to, she could destroy and repair you universe however she pleased!" he told them all. "Oh, no, please don't tell them that Beerus. I don't sound too nice when you describe me that way!" you sweatdropped.

"Wow! You must be really strong then! We should fight sometime!!" He grabbed both of your hands and shook them up and down. "Hey! Show some respect!" Beerus roared as he smacked him upside the head. "You still have no idea who you're speaking with, do you??!"

"No need to be so firm. I'm just visiting. And you are...?" You tilted your head in a cute way. "I'm Goku! And these are my friends: Vegeta, Trunks, Trunks from the Future and-"

"Future...Trunks?" You glanced at Wynn and she grimaced. "So you're saying that there are people present within this timeline who shouldn't be..."

At the sound of this, you frowned. "Oh..." Everyone but Goku tensed up at your response. You pulled your hands away from Goku and he began to panic. "You screwed up, Goku! Show some damn respect!"

"Oh, uh-uh, Ms. Goddess-Destroyer Lady, please I know that time isn't something to mess with but there's something really important going on but after we figure it out, I promise that things will go back to normal!" he bowed to you over and over. Vegeta knocked Goku out the way and bowed at your feet. "My Lady, please forgive this mongrel. We will do anything to please you, my worship."

At the sight of the new Saiyan, you giggled. "Aren't you Prince Vegeta? What are you doing down there? Stand up tall. You're royalty."

"Oh, my~" Whis gasped with a face full of earth food. "You're extremely generous and forgiving today, Lady (Y/N)." He commented. "Well, these all seem like pleasant people. If there were any mischief going on, then you would've stopped it. Right, Beerus?" You smiled at him.

He blushed lightly and crossed his arms. "Yes, of course." You then floated over to him and began playing with his ears. "Awww someone seems grumpy!!"

"(y/n)! stop! you know you can't do that!" his face darkened even more.

'Are these beings...really in control of out Universe...?' Future Trunks thought.

Vegeta was so confused. Everything he feared of the gods was just being brushed away by Goku and just the silly nature some of them inhabit.

"So how strong are you exactly?!" Goku rushed over to you again. "Um..well, I haven't fought in a while..." You stopped messing with Beerus to face Goku. "Hey! Why'd you stop!" Beerus yelled in your ear. "Shh! Not now" you smacked his nose.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST DO TO ME?"

Wynn cleared her throat. "Lazy (y/n) has been spending her last years relaxing and eating sweets." she then gave you an annoyed look. "Heyy! I workout sometimes!" you put your hands on your hips. "Nine push-ups isn't enough, my Lady."

"Now you're just gonna ignore me!" the purple cat man shouted from behind you. "Well, you were asking for it, my Lord."

"Shut up, Whis!"

"Wait, so..." Goku thought for a few moments. "Do you think you can handle me? What do you say?"

"Mmm...Sure!"

"Oh, look what you did, Goku." Beerus rolled his eyes. "She'll knock you out of Super Saiyan 3 just by looking at you." he laughed.

"Are you sure you want to do this, my Lady?" Wynn whispered in your ear. "Yeah, I don't mind. Maybe a little sparring will knock my sleep away." You stretched and yawned as bright light and dust surrounded you. As the light and dust faded you were in your fighting attire. Now everyone could sense your aura.

It was different than Beerus' and it felt stronger than super Saiyan blue.

"Let's start. It shouldn't take long, right?"

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dc41896 · 5 years ago

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Liquid Courage-Mini Imagine (2)

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This is the second mini imagine idea (well from what all I added it’s probably not mini anymore lol) I had for this post and I hope you guys like it 😊!

“So guys as y’all probably know, we just wrapped and it’s definitely bitter sweet,” you spoke into the camera sitting on your vanity. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to get back home and rest for a while with Pluto, who I know is probably driving my mom crazy. But also I’m really gonna miss my time here with the cast and crew that have really made this experience even more surreal and amazing!”

“I think I can speak for everyone here when I say that we can’t wait for you to see what all we’ve done and hope you guys enjoy watching as much as we did making it!,” you finished with a smile. “Now before I erupt in tears and look like a hot mess, y’all know what time it is right? Alexa! Play my Celebrate Playlist!”

Hearing the familiar beat of Ain’t My Fault by Zara Lawson, you stand up performing your best dance moves in front of your phone and doing an occasional twerk. Laughing and flashing a peace sign, you cut the video and post it to your Instagram as well as your Twitter.

Still swaying to the music as you reply to comments, you hear a knock at your door and what sounded like a familiar voice. Opening the door of your trailer, you have little time to react as you’re greeted by champagne being sprayed all over you.

“HAPPY WRAP DAY!!!,” Lewis shouted laughing as he finished shaking the bottle. “I promise Tan if you got any of that in my hair, we’re gonna have problems,” you respond trying to take the bottle from his hands.

Your relationship with Lewis in the span of you guys filming, was reminiscent of that of siblings. Not that you fought at all, but you guys were always trying to mess with each other, which is how your prank war started.

You occasionally teamed up to prank your other co-stars, but most of the time it was you against him. Because of your antics and how close you guys were, this gave some, including the makeup artist and your other best friend on set, Liza, think that there was a bit more to your relationship.

Every time she brought it up, you always dismissed it saying that Lewis was just your friend and co-star, nothing more.

“No I didn’t get it in your hair princess and it’s funny how you think you’re gonna reach this bottle,” he teases holding it over his head as he tries to run away from you.

“Can you both please just date already? Better yet, get married so then I can be maid of honor!,” Liza interrupted.

“Liza, no,” both you and Lewis replied at the same time making her hold her hands up in surrender.

“Yea yea I know, you’re just friends,” she answers. “But don’t come telling me I was right if something happens!”

“Noted, thank you Liza,” Lewis sarcastically smiles as she walks away, making you laugh. “So you’re going to the party tonight right?”

“Yep! Why were you gonna spray me again?,” you smirk as he follows you to the door of your trailer.

“No I’m not gonna spray you again,” he laughs, hand on the back of his neck. “I was just wondering if you were going because maybe we could ride together, if that’s something you’d want to do?”

“Yea, that’s fine! Want to meet about 30 minutes before?,” you ask taking a drink from the half empty champagne bottle. “Yea sounds good, I’ll see you then. That is if it doesn’t take you forever to get ready,” he answers taking a drink himself.

“Whatever Lewis you know you take just as long as I do if not longer.”

“Mhmm yea keep telling yourself that,” he winks closing the door behind him before you could try to say or do anything further.

~~~~~~

Choosing a cropped black tank with a matching high waisted, bodycon skirt that stopped slightly above the knee, you slid into your stilettos finally ready. Applying your perfume and earrings as a last touch, you hear a knock on your door signaling that Lewis was ready to go as well.

“Quick whi- whoa,” he stops as soon as you open the door for him to come in. “What? Is there deodorant on my outfit?! Man I thought I was careful,” you ask searching your outfit for evidence of the residue.

“No no, you just look gorgeous! I mean not that you don’t always look good because you do and not like I’ve been watching you or something or-,”

“Lewis it’s ok I get what you were saying,” you laugh, interrupting his small ramble. “And thank you! Now I’m guessing you were gonna ask me about which shirt you should wear?”

“Yea I can’t decide which looks better,” he answers holding up both shirts. “I say the cream, I think it’ll match better plus it’ll bring out your eyes,” you answer with a soft smile.

Soon after he changed his shirt and you both took a few pictures, you were headed to meet the rest of the cast and crew to celebrate all that you guys had accomplished.

In the car, everything seemed normal between you guys as you talked and sang along to whatever was on the radio. However in the back of both of your minds, you couldn’t help but think of the compliments you had been given by the other.

You’d be lying if you said Lewis wasn’t attractive, but you didn’t think anything was there from how he acted around you. He was always so friendly and sweet, so you figured he was just like that with all his female friends.

Then again, these situations tended to be hard for you to read, so you honestly didn’t know what to think.

You pushed all that to the side though as you guys arrived to your destination.

~~~~~~

Making sure to say hello to everyone, you made your way around the room giving out hugs and having conversations. Of course Liza and a few of your other cast mates noticed how you and Lewis came together and gave you knowing smirks, to which you just shook your head.

As the night went on, there were shots, laughs, and dancing. Hearing one of your favorite songs, you began rapping the lyrics to MotorSport, which Sisi, one of your co-stars, caught on camera and cheered you on throughout your full performance.

Seeing a photo booth in the corner, you made sure to try to get pictures with everyone you wanted. You’d always remember your time filming and everyone involved, but it was nice to have mementos you could cherish as well.

You already had a group picture including Lewis, but he pulled you into the small enclosed machine once more saying how he wanted to get a picture with just the two of you. Looking at the screen, you notice how both of you had quite the looks compared to how you left earlier, making you burst out in laughter.

Somehow, you ended up wearing Lewis’ chain and some oversized shades, while he ended up shirtless with a blonde wig. Knowing Lewis though, and hearing various stories from his friends, you weren’t surprised that this happened given his extensive history of going home not dressed the same as he left.

“Are you laughing at how I look?,” he asks trying his best to do a hair flip but failing seeing that the wig was unbelievably stiff.

“No not at all honey,” you laugh positioning the wig to fit better on his head as you sat on his lap. “Alright first pose is a smile!”

Watching the countdown on the screen, you both smiled in time for the flash that illuminated the small area. “Ok next one, funny face!,” he suggests followed by both of you waiting again to do your poses.

“Um idk what to do next,” you giggle. Seeing the countdown begin again, you both quickly do the first pose that came to mind, which was definitely not on the same page as each other.

Lewis was trying to face you and make an angry expression as you leaned in to kiss his cheek, causing you to kiss the corner of his mouth. In the midst of the flash, you both slightly jump back from each other, hearts now slightly racing trying to figure out what to say next.

“Sorry I should’ve stayed looking forward,” Lewis nervously laughs. “No no! I should’ve been the one to keep looking forward or told you to stay still,” you reply nervously playing with his chain.

Neither of you know how, but you happened to look at each other at the same time, just gazing into each other’s brown eyes as if you knew what would happen next. Leaning in, you meet his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck and his wrap around your waist.

Coming to the party, your intent definitely wasn’t to kiss your best guy friend. You honestly didn’t know how it ended up happening, but figured the three shots of tequila paired with some suppressed feelings from earlier might have had something to do with it.

“HA I KNEW IT!!,” you hear Liza shout from outside before being shushed by whoever else was with her; interrupting your moment.

“Remind me to get Liza after this,” Lewis smiles before kissing you again.

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kimjongdaely · 5 years ago

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Gone [Alluring]

Mafia!AU & Motorcycle!AU

Pairing: Lay x Reader

Warning: Drugging someone, sexual situations, addiction

Summary: You learn the hard way that your new neighbor isn’t as kind and sweet as he seems.

“Good morning, Yixing!” You greet, smiling at your neighbor as the two of you leave at the same time. Yixing has moved in only recently, and it was quite a surprise when you constantly saw him leave at the same time as you did for work.

But because of that, the two of you were quick to be friends. He’s always kind and friendly, quite a soft-spoken person so you liked him instantly.

He smiles. “Morning!”

“Off to work?” You ask him, which he nods as you watch him get on his motorcycle, parked in front of the apartment. Apparently he’s some sort of sales person...you didn’t ask for details.

“Yeah,” he smiles, revving the vehicle. “Lots of customers to please!”

How true is that. You wave him goodbye as you head the opposite direction for the bus stop, laughing. “Have fun!”

Your days working behind a desk in an office are long and boring. You can hear the clock tick, loud in the silence, the only thing that seems to remind you that time is, in fact, moving. 12:30 and it’s off to lunch. 7:00 and it’s time to go home.

Exhausted, you try not to fall asleep on the bus ride home. You’d hate to miss your stop and have to wait for the next bus back. You’re also famished—do you have anything at home to eat?

You groan at the thought, sighing. You think there might be leftover spaghetti in your fridge...but did you eat that yesterday? Or is it still there? Do you have anything else?

In your half-dazed state, you see something through the window.

Yixing?

You blink, pressing up against the window as the bus zooms by. The next stop is the stop you get off, and you practically run off, back towards the spot you think you saw Yixing.

Something feels wrong.

You hear voices down the street, coming from an alleyway a little ways from your apartment. There are still people out on the street, so you’re not immensely worried. It’s still quite early.

You peak in, indeed seeing Yixing.

He seems to be arguing with someone, and you’ve never seen him angry before...or heard him raise his voice. The man he’s with is slightly shorter, but standing tall like he has authority over Yixing.

You catch snippets as their voices travel.

“So what are you going to do with her, huh?” Yixing hisses, shaking his head. “We can’t keep her locked up forever! What was Kyungsoo thinking?”

“Like I said,” the other man says, frustrated, “He was seen. He had no choice.”

“What do you mean ‘no choice?’” Yixing says. “Bribe her! Or better yet, kill her! You should know how troublesome kidnapping is!”

You cover your mouth to keep in your gasp. You never thought you would hear such things come from the sweet, kind Yixing’s mouth. Kill? Kidnap?

“Look,” the other man says, voice lowering and dripping with authority. “Let’s just get this one job done and we’re out of here, alright?”

“Of course.” Yixing seethes out. “Can’t wait.”

You can tell their conversation is over. You hurry away, heading back towards your apartment and praying he doesn’t catch you eavesdropping.

This is very bad.

The next morning, you don’t know how to greet Yixing. You’re scared to, actually. How can you not be, when you realized you live next to a potential murderer or kidnapper?

Still, you force out a smile and try to keep your tone light, like usual. “Morning, Yixing!”

He smiles at you, the gesture bring chills down your spine now. “Morning.”

You feel your heart hammer in your chest as you go down the elevator with him. You feel paranoid, every little gesture he does makes you jump and flinch. He looks at you oddly, and you smile again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lie, feigning a laugh. “Watched a horror movie last night. Still not over it.”

He laughs back, nodding. “Ah, I see. I’m not too scared of movies like that. Next time you could come over and watch it together.”

“Sure.” You gulp, feeling your mouth go dry.

Of course you’re not scared! You’re literally a criminal!

You take a deep breath as the elevator door opens. “Well, see you later!”

“See you.” He waves, getting on his motorcycle.

You hear the doorbell ring that night. You feel your heart stop, peaking through the peephole and feeling your veins fill with dread.

Yixing.

Oh no.

You open the door halfway, trying to look relaxed. “Hey! What’s up?”

“Hey,” he greets, politely. “I wanted to ask if you were still up to watching horror movies?”

You feel your blood freeze. “Oh, uh, I’m a little tired today. Maybe next time?”

He cocks his head, his eyes watching you carefully. “You sure? You’ve been acting weird all morning...and you’re still acting weird.”

“I’m fine.” You try to close the door on him, but he sticks his foot in, pushing past your door. You step back, feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

Something about the look in his eyes are different.

You begin to tremble. “W-What are you doing? I’m just not feeling well, Yixing.”

"I’m worried about you.” He says, though his tone sounds nothing worried. “Do you have a fever? Should I take you to the hospital?”

“No.” You shake your head, still stepping back as he steps forward. “I’m fine. I just need some rest. If you would please just—”

“I have some cold medicine.” He says. “I brought it in case. I kinda of knew you were acting up.”

You stay silent, watching him carefully.

He smiles. “If you take the medicine, I’ll leave immediately, okay?” His tone is surprisingly tender, and it makes you second-guess yourself.

You sigh. “You’ll leave right after?”

“Of course.”

You nod, sitting down on your couch. You feel your skin prickle, feeling so incredibly anxious like you just willingly let in a murderer. Which you probably did.

He goes to the kitchen, coming back out with a spoon and a small bottle you’ve never seen before. It doesn’t have a brand, just a plastic bottle with a pretty pink colored liquid inside.

“Just a spoonful will do.” He says, pouring the liquid out carefully onto the spoon. “Say ‘ah!’”

You hesitate, your mind running wild but you can’t back out of this now. It would be better to do as he says, since you don’t know what he’ll—or can—do.

You gulp down the spoonful, and it tastes surprisingly sweet, slightly tangy. It’s a taste that gently resembles alcohol...

“Whoa.” You mumble, feeling your head begin to spin. “T-The medicine’s p-pretty strong.”

“Yeah.” He answers, though his voice sounds faraway. “Just sleep it off.”

Your eyes slide closed involuntarily, and you are met with darkness.

You wake up feeling weird. Like you crave something, though you can’t exactly pinpoint what it is.

You groan as you get out of bed...not remembering having gotten in. The memories come flooding back, and you realize Yixing must’ve helped you into bed. Well, at least you’re alive and well.

As you go through your morning routine, the craving gets worse. You begin to feel annoyed, grumpy because you don’t even know what it is you crave...you just feel the emptiness gnaw away at you like a starving beast.

Like you’re addicted to something but you don’t know what.

The doorbell rings, and without much thought, you open the door. Yixing is there with his bright smile and fresh clothes. ��Morning! Do you feel better?”

“I—uh,” you look at him, and it’s as if a switch had flipped inside of you.

The craving inside you grows worse like hunger, insatiable hunger and you lunge at him. “Yixing! Yixing, I need you.”

“Oh?” He cocks his head at you, though not looking the slightest bit surprised. He comes in, closing the door shut but you don’t care. You feel the emptiness grow triple its size, the hunger painful.

“Please Yixing.” You beg, throwing yourself all over him because you need to feel him. You want him so badly it hurts. You love him, god you love him so much this feeling is euphoric and you need him need him need him—

He kisses you, the feeling like an explosion in your mind, a dam breaking because those intense feelings are overwhelming, overflowing and you can’t stop it. You don’t know what to do, as you cling onto him more, more, more—

He chuckles. “So it works.”

He pushes you away, ignoring your pleas and whines for him to hold you, kiss you, anything. You feel weak, limp, as if you can’t function if he’s not touching you. He calls someone, refusing your approaches no matter what you do.

“Junmyeon? Yeah, it’s me.” He says. “The Love Shot works like a charm. It’s time to get out of here.”

He puts his phone away, grinning down at you. If you weren’t so dazed and desperate, you could tell his eyes are filled with mirth, as if you look like a dying animal in his eyes.

He pulls you towards him, his voice washing over you so, so pleasantly, like honey and chocolate. “Sorry. I couldn’t let you get off the hook after you heard.”

“Y-Yixing,” you sob desperately, clawing at him, wanting to crawl inside of his skin so you’ll never have to part. “I need you. I love you so much.”

“Yeah.” He whispers, “So you’ll sacrifice yourself for me, right?”

Yixing puts on his helment, revving up the engine. His job here is done, and his brothers have also moved to their new location.

He looks over the horizon, memorizing the skyline of this city. It really is quite pretty...but what’s a pretty city if there isn’t a little crime?

His motorcycle kicks up dirt as he zooms off towards a new, promising horizon. It’ll surely be interesting.

“Well then.” He smiles to himself, speeding up. “Off to the next place.”

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A/N: Somehow this got a little darker than I intended...With everything going on, I wasn’t really feeling like writing, but I’m glad I got this series done. It was fun and pretty twisted. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

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