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mintyminyoongi · 4 years ago

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Idiots

Pairing: Min Yoongi x ReaderRating: T

Word Count: 7.8k

Trigger warnings: None

Summary: Imagine you love Yoongi and Yoongi loves you but you’re both idiots and can’t say it. Or better yet, read about it.

Normally, when your phone starts ringing at 2:00 AM, you would curse the living daylights out of the person on the other end of the line. Maybe ask them if they were raised by barbarians or looking to get fully throttled.

But when you finish grumbling curses under your breath and crack an eye open to look at your screen, you can’t help the way your heart flops over a little. Yoongi. You swipe your thumb across the screen to answer before it goes to voicemail.

“You better be dead or dying,” you groan into the receiver.

You hear him curse under his breath and some fumbling around. “I, um, am not dying. Coincidentally. I forgot to check the time again.”

His low, drawling voice sends a shiver down your spine, as always. “Yeah, you did.” You find yourself chuckling, despite your initial anger.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “You were sleeping?”

You laugh fully this time. “Yeah Yoongi, I was sleeping. Like most people do at two in the morning on a Wednesday.”

“Ugh, sorry Y/N.” He sighs into the phone.

You frown and roll in your sheets, sitting up fully. “Hey, you okay? It’s been a while since you’ve spaced on time like this.”

About three years ago, you met Yoongi. You’d just graduated from university and had been able to get an internship at a tech start up in Seoul. It was shit pay and crazy hours but you loved the work.

You had met Yoongi in a cafe, late one night. Officially, you were off the clock but you had taken your laptop with you to try and catch up on some of your assignments. The cafe was close to your apartment, open late and had cheap, strong coffee.

Yoongi had been set up at one of the far tables, feline eyes droopy despite the numerous coffee cups littering his table. He had a fancy set of headphones on and his bleached blonde hair had dark roots growing in.

The cafe was busy, even during this time of night so you took one of the last empty tables near him. You tried to get work done, honestly. But between your sleep deprivation, over caffeination and this gorgeous boy sitting a table away, it was difficult.

So he naturally caught you staring at him. And your best way to save face was to point dumbly at your own ear. His brow furrowed but he pushed one headphone off his ear anyway.

“Sorry, just... I could hear your music through the headphones. It’s a little distracting.” It wasn’t, you could barely hear it over the other cafe noises. “Also, it’s bad for your hearing. To play music that loud.”

You wanted to disappear. Like wholly, from this plane of existence and any others that were out there.

But he just looks at you with an amused, crooked smile.

You didn’t know at the time that Yoongi was a successful rapper. He went by the name Agust D, and had just gotten back from his first tour after the release of his mixtape.

And the formation of your friendship went just like that. He needed a friend that didn’t care about his fame or his reputation. And you just needed a friend.

So what if you thought he was incredibly hot and talented and funny… Yoongi had never shown you any interest, romantically. And that was fine with you. His friendship meant the world to you.

Anyway, Yoongi wasn’t the best at taking care of himself. So when he calls you in the middle of the night, it’s almost always because he’s been locked in his studio all day and has lost all sense of time.

He sighs, not answering you right away. “I’m okay. Just- stuck on a song.”

You furrow your brow. “When did you eat last?”

A beat of silence. “Um.”

“Yoongi.” You bite your tongue to hold back the full lecture. “How about sleep?”

An even longer pause. “I took a nap this afternoon,” he says. “Or wait. What day is it?”

“Alright, that’s enough. Go home. Take a shower, sleep in an actual bed. You’re not doing yourself any favors running on fumes.”

“I know.”

“Nope, not buying it. I wanna hear you leave the studio.”

“Woman,” he sighs under his breath. “Fine.”

You can hear him shutting down the programs on his computer, almost feeling the way he’s making mental notes of where to pick up in the morning.

“So, which song is giving you trouble?”

Yoongi starts to describe the track, how he wants a syncopated rhythm but it’s not hitting right. He muses all the way during his walk home about different things he can try.

You curl back up into bed, just listening to him and giving what little insight you could. It kind of pained you to admit how much just the sound of his voice affected you.

Before long, you hear his front chime open. “Okay, I’m home.” You hope you were imagining just how exhausted he was. Even though you know you weren’t.

“Good. Please take care of yourself, Yoongi. You’re starting to give me gray hairs.”

Yoongi just huffs into the phone. “Thank you, Y/N. I am sorry for waking you up. Tomorrow’s your big presentation right?”

“It’s okay,” you say. “Yeah, it's at nine. So like,” you wince as you look at your screen. “Six hours.”

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. “I really am sorry.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi. Honestly. I’m used to running on no energy and all coffee.”

You could tell he didn’t feel better with that answer. “We're still on for movie night on Friday?”

“Yes please. I’ve been killing myself trying to avoid spoiler alerts.”

“Okay, great. I’ll bring snacks to make it up to you.”

You thought about protesting but knew it would be pointless. “That sounds like a fabulous idea. Now go get some sleep! And when you eat in the morning, it needs to be something that doesn’t come out of a plastic package, you hear me?”

“Aish, woman, let me live,” he gripes but you know him well enough that you can practically picture the smile on his face. “See you Friday. Good luck with the presentation, you’re gonna kill it.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You hang up and have to force yourself back to sleep, always getting a bit of a high from talking to him.

On Friday night, you were running around your apartment like a mad woman, trying to get it clean before Yoongi shows up. Even though he was terrible with the concept of time, he was never late to your movie nights.

You had stayed late at work talking to your boss about your presentation from the day before. So when Yoongi showed up at your door right on time you were still in your work clothes, hair a mess.

“Hi, come in. What the-” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head when you see how many bags he’s carrying.

“I said I would bring snacks,” he says sheepishly, cheeks tinted a dusty pink.

“Yoongi, this is like a whole store.”

He sets the bags down on your kitchen counter. “I felt bad about waking you up.”

You shove his arm, eyes widening further as he starts unbagging everything. “I told you it was fine, you dope! This is way too much food.”

Just as he opens his mouth your doorbell rings. Yoongi looks at you guiltily, a bag of your favorite chips in his hand.

“I may have also ordered pizza from that place you like.”

You wanted to smack him and kiss him in the same instant. That pizza was the perfect way to end a long, stressful week. “Well, you answer the door. I’m going to change clothes.”

In your room, you quickly change into sweats and a t-shirt. You fix your hair into a normal, less insane ponytail and make your way back into the kitchen.

You find Yoongi staring at you as you drop your hands from your hair. “What?”

He coughs, looking down. “Nothing. The food’s all ready.”

You frown a little but leave it. Then you see the three pizza boxes sitting on the counter. “Min Yoongi you did not order three pizzas and buy all these snacks.”

He squawks a little, unable to form words for a second. “Will you just take my apology already?”

Your heart seizes a little at his sincerity and you try not to read into it. “Fine. Apology accepted.” You cross your way into the kitchen, grabbing some plates out of the cabinet.

“How did your presentation go, by the way?”

“Oh my god it went great, Yoongi! My boss loved the idea of an integrated software, and he gave me the lead on it.” You turn to see him watching you attentively, a proud smile on his face.

“And this is the first time you’ve been the lead, right?”

“Yeah, at least one of this size. It’s gonna be a lot of work but I’m really excited.”

Once again, Yoongi gives you this unreadable look. His gaze makes you feel squirmy so you hand him a plate. “Well I’m proud of you, Y/N. You’ve really made a name for yourself at that company.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” You cracked open the first pizza box and could’ve started drooling. “Oh my god, this smells amazing.”

When you’re thoroughly surrounded on the couch with more pizza, snacks and wine than any two people could need, you start the movie.

You and Yoongi had started making movie nights a habit about a year ago. Every month you both find time to make it work. It was kind of your favorite thing but you wouldn’t tell him that.

You really were trying to reign in your feelings for him. It didn’t seem fair, when Yoongi was only looking for platonic companionship. So you keep respectable inches between the two of you as you queued up the movie.

Yoongi gave you a judgy look at the moan you let out around your first bite of pizza but a swift elbow to the ribs made him look away.

The movie was pretty good, it was a slasher movie that came out earlier in the year. You watched with your mouth hung open in disbelief as the killer rose from the dead for the third time and snuck up on the lead actress.

“Oh, come on, they can’t be serious.” You lean forward on the couch cushion, thoroughly enveloped in the plotline. As the killer brandishes a kitchen knife and raises it above his head, your reflex is to smack Yoongi in the arm.

“Why doesn’t she just turn around?” you demand. “The house is like 800 years old the floorboards are creaking louder than your snoring.”

You can feel Yoongi look at you in offense. “First you hit me then you insult me?”

The girl on the screen eventually turns around and a chase ensues. You turn to Yoongi. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. I just get so wound up at these movies.”

“Oh, but you meant to insult me?” He says, an eyebrow raised.

Damn, he looks good sprawled out on your couch. The thought comes unbidden. You bring yourself back to the present, to the sound of screaming and shrill horror music in the background. The present with Yoongi sitting on your couch.

“Yeah, I mean have you heard your snoring?”

“When have you heard me snore?” he demands.

You turn to face him on the couch, the movie forgotten for the moment. “Like three months ago, when you showed up at my door, completely wasted. You stumbled around my apartment for twenty minutes and then you passed out on the couch. You snored. All night.”

Yoongi looks at you with his mouth hung open, speechless. He shakes his head, seeming to snap out of it. “I completely forgot about that night.”

“Yeah, it was after some event at your label. You showed up smelling like cheap perfume and whiskey, barely able to stand up straight. I gave Namjoon an earful the next day for letting you get that drunk.”

Yoongi scoffs, suddenly finding the hole in the knee of his jeans very interesting. “He didn’t let me do anything. I can be pretty stubborn when it comes to that stuff.”

You nod, not understanding where the uneasy mood came from. “That’s pretty much what he told me. He said that you showed up to the event pissed off, that you were an asshole the whole night and he couldn’t keep you in check.”

“Yeah I wasn’t myself that night.”

He still wouldn’t look at you.

“I remember,” you say. “I’d never seen you that far gone before. Namjoon said he hadn’t either.”

Yoongi stays silent. For long enough that you started to turn back to the TV screen, not wanting to push him.

Truthfully, that night had kind of scared you. He had been almost incoherent when you let him in. Yoongi was a fan of a good whiskey but he usually didn’t get that drunk, let alone wasted like that. You hadn’t known what to do so you kind of just stood back as Yoongi mumbled to himself, shucking his jacket and boots before falling onto the couch and passing out.

He says something under his breath and even though you were right next to him you didn’t catch it. You wince as a bloodcurdling scream comes from the TV screen. He doesn’t even seem to notice it.

“What did you say?” You ask him, scooting a little closer.

Again, he stays quiet. At which point you’re starting to get annoyed, so you let out a huff and flop back against the couch cushion.

“You had a date that night.”

You stare uncomprehendingly at the gory scene on the TV before looking at him. “What?”

He had turned his gaze to you, but not in your eyes. He’s looking somewhere around your shoulder, you think.

Yoongi runs his tongue over his teeth before answering you. “That night, you had a date with some guy from your office.”

You think back, remember that you’d had a date with Minho. He was in the advertising department of your company. He had a really cute smile and loved cats so you thought you’d give him a chance.

You thought if you just actively started dating that you would get over your stupid crush on Yoongi faster.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.

Even though Minho was attractive, and he had really funny stories you only found yourself thinking about Yoongi all night. The date had ended when he walked you to your door, and kissed your cheek. You told him it had been a nice night but you didn’t think you saw him as more than a friend. Things had been awkward around the office for a few days but he took it graciously and you two are friends now.

Yoongi had shown up not long after you’d gotten back. You were still in your dress, heels kicked off by the door. You remember now, he had given you a once over and scoffed before stepping past you into the apartment. Before you’d gone on the date, you’d told Yoongi about it. You thought maybe if he hyped you up it would help you be more excited for it.

Instead, he just said “have fun” and didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night. Until he showed up at your door, so drunk he couldn’t stand straight.

He never asked about the date, you didn’t think he even remembered it. He certainly didn’t seem like he cared about it at the time.

Belatedly, you realize the end credits are rolling on the screen.

And Yoongi is staring at you. Not at your shoulder or somewhere in the vicinity. Right at you.

“Yoongi…” You say, because you didn’t know what else to say.

He gulps down the rest of his wine and turns to face you fully. “I-I didn’t have the right to be jealous but I was. Of him. So I went to that stupid fundraising event and focused on the free drinks and the easy women. And ended up here anyway.”

You swallowed thickly, trying not to overthink what he was saying. “You were jealous?” The words are strained as you say them. Your hands curled into fists because the bite of your nails in your palms helps to ground you.

Yoongi leans in a little, sucks in a quick breath. He opens his mouth to speak just as the movie kicks back to the main menu, the title music blaring through the speakers.

You jump reflexively. You didn’t realize how close you’d gotten to him, your face barely a few inches from his. So close you can see his pupils dilate, can smell the sweet red wine on his breath.

And just like that, Yoongi seems to snap out of something. He stands from the couch and picks up your dirty plates and wine glasses. He’s already in the kitchen, loading the dishes in the washer when you feel yourself snap back into reality.

What the hell was that?

You were pretty sure you weren’t misreading things. He was jealous that you were dating other people. Well, had dated other people. Honestly you were tired of the whole song and dance. You hadn’t been on a date since Minho. When the right guy came along, you would try again. But you hadn’t found anyone that could hold a candle to Yoongi. And you didn’t want to waste anyone’s time.

But… why was Yoongi jealous? He was famous, had tons of beautiful idols and models and actresses he could pick from. Maybe he was just jealous of having a normal dating life.

Either way when you shuffle into the kitchen with the bowls of snacks, you couldn’t ignore the tension in Yoongi’s shoulders. The dishes were all loaded but he stood at the sink, clutching the edge of the counter.

“Yoongi.” This was new for you. You’d never felt uncertain around him before. Maybe shy, when you caught yourself thinking about his adorable smile or strong hands. But never uncertain.

He cleared his throat and turned abruptly. “I forgot I have an early morning tomorrow. I should get going.”

You frown, not wanting to leave things in this weird state. You follow him to the door where he’s pulling on his coat. “Yoongi,” you try again.

He falters, head hanging low.

“Will you just tell me what’s bothering you?” You finally demand.

Yoongi turns swiftly, pulling you close to him by your waist. He leans his forehead against yours and you suck in a breath, gasping it out at his proximity. Usually you’re the one initiating the contact, little side hugs or poking his cheeks when he’s grumpy. You always tease him about his fear of intimacy.

He huffs out a breath and closes his eyes. His hands tighten their grip on your waist.

You let him hold you. Part of you can tell he somehow needs this. You wonder if he can feel how heavily your heart is beating inside your chest. It feels thunderous to you.

Yoongi shifts, turning his face into your neck. You feel yourself relax a bit. This feels more familiar, closer to the hugs you’ve shared before. You allow yourself to wrap your arms around him, hoping to bring him some comfort.

“Don’t date anyone else.”

The words are soft, spoken against the skin of your neck. But you hear them perfectly. And your heart skips a beat all the same. “Yoongi-”

He moves, pulling his face from the crook of your neck. It takes him a minute to bring his eyes up to meet yours. And it almost seems to pain him when he croaks out “Please, Y/N.”

One of your hands seems to have its own mind as it combs through the hair at the back of his neck. His eyes close a little as he waits for your answer. “Okay,” you whisper.

His sharp gaze snaps up to yours and it takes you aback. Your hormone addled brain thinks that he’s going to kiss you. And it really seems like he’s going to. He moves one of his hands from your waist to cradle your face in his palm.

You lick your lips subconsciously and Yoongi’s eyes dart down to watch the action. And then something happens in his brain because he’s letting you go and backing away. “I should go,” he mutters as he pulls a mask from his coat.

Something about his tone is final. You don’t want to push it or question him. He turns back to you when he’s out in the hallway. “I’ll call you later.”

You nod, thoroughly overwhelmed and incapable of forming a response. And then he’s gone. And you close the door and have to ask yourself if you didn’t just dream the whole thing.

You were slammed at work the next week, trying to get the initial details of your new project hammered out. And maybe the lack of communication from Yoongi encouraged you to throw yourself headfirst into the work. Because you really didn’t want to stop and think about what your conversation that night had meant.

‘Don’t date anyone else’? That could really only mean one thing, right? If he didn’t want you dating anyone else it was so you could be with him. Right?

Or maybe he just meant he didn’t want you dating the wrong guys, to protect you or whatever. As if he could know that Minho or any of the other guys you’d dated were “wrong”.

And this whirling blackhole of a thought process is exactly why you’d been staying late every night this week.

The sun had been down for hours when you finally left your office building. You’re on the subway home when Yoongi calls you. Your eyes widen and you feel your heart stutter a bit when you see his name on the screen.

When you answer the phone you immediately hold the receiver away from your ear, the speaker blasting music and overlapping chatter from a crowd. “Yoongi?”

You think you can hear him saying something in the background. After a few moments you hang up. He must’ve called accidentally. And you have to kick yourself for getting so excited.

He’s out at a club or a concert, judging by the noise. It could be for work or for pleasure. Either way, he’s out with people and probably other girls-

You have to stop yourself. He’s not yours.

You get through the train ride and the walk home with a set jaw. This was exhausting. This weird, in-between thing was way worse than just suppressing your feelings altogether.

It was a little after 10:00 when he started texting you. You’d just finished eating a bowl of instant noodles over the sink when you see it. And from the first text you could tell he was drunk.

10:11 Yoongi: I MISs you

10:15 Yoongi: Y/N

10:15 Yoongi: This palace sucks

10:19 Yoongi: wis

10:19 Yoongi: I wish

10:20 Yoongi: Wish yu were hr

10:23 Y/N: Yoongi, you’re drunk. Text me when you’re sober.

Not long after your message he tries calling again. It pains you to do it but you let it go to voicemail. Nothing he says right now is going to keep you from combusting.

So you try to occupy yourself with a few episodes of trashy reality TV until you think you’re tired enough to go to bed. Yoongi hadn’t texted or called again. You hoped it was because he went home. Your brain strayed to some other girl catching his attention at whatever club he was at. Imagined her taking his mind off of you and his phone.

You bite your lip to stem off the ridiculous tears that spring into your eyes at the thought. He’s not yours, you remind yourself again.

The incredibly overwhelming sense of deja vu hits you when your ringing phone wakes you in the early hours of the morning. Yoongi’s face is on your screen. Maybe it’s because your brain is more than half asleep or because part of you is desperate to know if he went home alone that you answer the call.

You were grateful that you didn’t immediately hear the noise of pounding bass and drunk people in the background. But you do hear traffic noise, lots of it.

“Yoongi?”

“Y/N, what time is it?” His voice is still heavy with alcohol and you wince.

“It’s like one in the morning, Yoongi. Where are you?”

“Fuck. I told you I wouldn’t call you like this again.” He mumbles and you can imagine his lips forming that adorable pout. You have to shake your head out of that thought process when you hear a car horn too close for comfort.

“Yoongi, listen to me. Where are you? Are you safe?”

There’s a moment of silence as you imagine him looking around. “I’m- near the um, that corner store where you spilled soda all over me that one time. ‘member?”

“Yeah, I remember. Yoongi, can you get yourself a ride? You should go home and sleep this off.”

He continues talking, as if he didn’t hear you. And maybe he didn’t. He sounded just like that night, months ago. Who knows how much he’s had to drink. “You were so… so flustered and I-I remember you asking me how much my shirt cost because you were worried you wouldn’t be able to pay me back. And I told you it was just a regular t-shirt but really it cost $300 and I never told you that. And you were so cute. You were stuttering, and your cheeks were so red.”

“You- you kept trying to clean me up and everyone in the store was staring. I kind of realized then that you were maybe the cutest girl I had ever seen. Like, the cutest. But I didn’t… I didn’t know how to say that. Because I don’t like people and there are very few that I choose to spend time around.”

While (a very large) part of you loved this confession, you know it didn’t count. He was so incredibly drunk and would probably not remember any of this in the morning. And since you couldn’t see him, all your brain can imagine is that he’s about to stumble into traffic at any moment.

“Yoongi please. I need you to put me on speaker while you get yourself a taxi. I need to know you’re safe.”

He cuts himself off. All of a sudden the traffic noise is much louder so he must’ve put you on speaker. He grumbles as he’s tapping through the app. “Y/N thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“You’re welcome, Yoongi.” Your voice comes out whisper-soft and he might not have heard you over the rushing cars,

He must take you off speaker because he’s easier to hear again. “Says it should be here in ten minutes.”

You exhale, not even realizing how worried you had been. “Okay, good.”

“You interrupted me, you know.” Again, you can picture the pout on his face so clearly.

You chuckle a little, leaning back against your headboard. “You’re right I did.”

“Where was I?” You notice his Daegu accent is slipping in the more he talks. You wish it didn’t affect you as much as it did. “Oh, that people suck. Not you though, Y/N. You don’t suck and I’ve been scared to tell you that because I love our friendship. I don’t want to fuck it up.”

Your heart flutters. You try to keep reminding yourself not to read too much into this. He’s drunk and has never said anything along these lines when he’s sober. He’s had all the opportunity. But maybe you’re a masochist because you ask. “Fuck what up, Yoongi?”

He sighs. “I hate that I’ve never had the guts to say any of this to you sober. I’m such a coward, Y/N.”

As if you somehow know what he’s going to say, you try to stop him. “Yoongi, wait.”

“I love you, Y/N. I’m fucking stupid because I love you and I can’t even say it to your face.”

Tears sting into your eyes because this feels so surreal and it almost physically pains you to hear the words you’ve been dreaming about for so long.

You think you hear him getting into the cab when a car door slams shut and the traffic noise is much more muffled. “I fucking love you, Y/N,” he sighs happily, like he’s glad to have it off his chest.

You have to steel yourself because you can feel your brain slipping into La La Land. “Yoongi, you are drunk. Hang up and call me when you’re sober.”

He chuckles a little. “So bossy. Just because I’m hanging up, doesn’t mean I’ll forget that I love you,” he croons.

“Christ,” you mutter under your breath and hang up.

You flop against your pillows and try to calm your racing heart. What. The. Fuck.

In all of your fantasies about Yoongi you had never let yourself imagine he would say those words to you. It was too painful.

It was painful even now. Until you could talk to Yoongi face to face, you couldn’t know what he meant, if he meant any of it at all. So you were reminding yourself of this, to keep yourself sane as you lay spread eagle on your bed. Wondering what you did in your past life to deserve this kind of emotional turmoil.

When there’s a knock on your door. And a very drunk Yoongi calling your name through the cheap wood.

You run to the door to let him in before he wakes up any of your nosy neighbors. When you open the door, Yoongi almost falls across the threshold. You reach out on instinct to steady him and close the door promptly behind him.

“Would you shut up?” you hiss.

As he straightens and sees you, he gets this lazy smile on his face.

You decide to speak first and cut off whatever thought process he had. “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi pouts and rubs a thumb across your cheek. “I missed you.”

“You were supposed to go home Yoongi.”

“Didn’t want to,” he shrugs.

You sigh, knowing you didn’t have the heart to kick him out when he was like this. “Fine. Will you at least take a shower before you crash? You stink.”

“You just want me naked,” he says, waggling his eyebrows at you.

Instead of answering him, you turn to your room to get him a change of clothes. If he were anyone else, if he hadn’t just told he loved you- this would be hilarious. You would never let Yoongi live this down.

But it wasn’t someone else. It was Yoongi. And not only had he told you he loved you, it seems like he already forgot about it. He was so unaware of the spiral you were in it was painful.

He was struggling with his boots when you made your way back into the living room. You swallow back the lump in your throat as you kneel in front of him.

You nudge his hands away and make quick work of the laces.

“Y/N.” When you look up, you’re struck with the clarity in his gaze. You’re not sure what changed in the time it took you to get him some clothes but the flirty Yoongi was gone.

His eyes were still dropping and he was a little sideways on your couch but he seemed more like Yoongi again.

“What?” you ask and wince when your voice cracks.

“I meant it.”

Your eyes close and you sit back on your heels to give yourself some distance. “Yoongi, please.”

He doesn’t say anything more and when you finally open your eyes again, he’s running a hand over his face. “Okay,” he sighs. Then he grabs the clothes from off the floor and disappears into the bathroom.

How did things get so complicated so quickly?

This was exactly the kind of situation you were hoping to avoid all these years. You roughly wipe your eyes to stop any tears from falling before getting to your feet.

You hear the shower turn on as you make up the couch, tucking sheets into the cushion and bringing out extra pillows. And then you don’t know what to do with yourself. Your first instinct is to go close yourself in your room and not come out until he’s gone in the morning.

You knew you could never do that though. You’d never been good at ignoring Yoongi. It was unclear if other people experienced this kind of magnetism towards him, but you were hopeless.

Because of the war going on in your brain, you were still sitting on the couch when Yoongi walked back down the hallway. And - in a word - oof.

The clothes were his, some you’d stolen a long time ago but he’d put on a muscle since then so the shirt was a little tight. His damp hair hung a little longer, hanging into his eyes a little bit.

The shower seemed to do him some good, he looked a little more alert. More himself.

You watch him warily and tuck your knees into your chest. He takes a seat opposite you on the coffee table. Then you two sit there, not looking at and not talking to each other.

Then Yoongi heaves a heavy sigh and you dare to look at him. “Y/N…” He doesn’t seem to have more to say than that.

You turn to look at him. “Yoongi, I’m exhausted. Can we talk in the morning?”

He nods, shoulders sagging. “Yeah. That’s a good idea.”

You shoot up from the couch, ready to get out of this tense atmosphere. “I brought out sheets and blankets. And there’s a stack of pillows there. If you need anything else, you know where everything is.”

“Y/N.” Yoongi’s hand reaches out, maybe to stop you or grab you. You just dart a few paces away. You had no resolve left and you were pretty sure if he touched you at this point that would just crumble.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Yoongi.”

His sighs and it ruffles your hair, sends a shiver down your back. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

The next morning, as the sun shone brightly through your curtains, you were praying for a sinkhole to open underneath your apartment building and swallow you whole. Or maybe like a stray asteroid could come in through your window. Less casualties that way. Anything to get you out of this conversation with Yoongi.

You hadn’t slept all night, trying to decode Yoongi’s words and your own feelings. You’d been squashing them down for so long, trying to make them as small and inconsequential as possible.

It was sometime after the sky started to turn pink that you truly allowed yourself to accept how much you love Min Yoongi. How much you always have.

For as long as you can remember, you have cherished every moment with him. Your movie nights. When you could bring your laptop to his studio and listen to him produce music while you worked. Getting late night coffees at the same cafe you first met.

The list goes on.

Now it was just a matter of figuring out if Yoongi really did… love you. You know that saying “drunk words are sober thoughts.” And maybe it was true in this case. But what if he just meant he loved you as a friend?

Really, it wasn’t that far fetched. You have never met a more emotionally guarded person than Yoongi. He didn’t even want to admit to being friends until after you threatened to send a video of him dressed up as his female counterpart “Yoonji” to Dispatch.

In short, you were getting nowhere fast. Which is why you finally kicked yourself out from under your sheets to make some coffee. Coffee always helps right?

A quick peek into the living room and you can see Yoongi curled up on the couch, still out.

You tiptoe past him and into the kitchen. You start to brew a pot of coffee and let the comforting smell wash over you. It seemed to rouse Yoongi as well. Over the back of the couch you see him stretch his arms, groaning as he does it.

You pour two mugs of coffee and give him time to fully wake up.

He shuffles into the kitchen, one eye cracked open and trying to smooth his hair down with his hands. “Morning,” he mumbles.

You wordlessly hand him a mug of plain black coffee. He hums gratefully and takes a large gulp.

Not for the first time you internally coo at his early-morning grumpiness. His eyes are puffy and his hair is sticking up in multiple directions despite his efforts. You sip your own coffee and try to figure out how to start this conversation.

Yoongi leans against the opposite of the island counter and looks at you over the rim of his mug. “So.”

“So,” you agree. And then leap into it. “You remember everything you said last night?”

He takes another large gulp of his coffee before setting the mug down. “I do.”

You lean your elbows down on the counter and grip onto your mug with both hands to have something to ground you. “Okay.”

Yoongi looks at you, eyes wary. You can’t look at him, can’t be the one that says something that ruins this friendship.

“Y/N… can we just forget it?”

Your eyes fall closed. You wonder at the same time if it’s possible for your heart to fall out of place in your chest because it no longer feels like it’s there. “Yeah,” you force out of your vocal chords. “Let’s forget it.”

“I just- it was wrong for me to say those things. To you. While I was so… out of it.” Yoongi sighs. “Will you look at me? Please?”

He’s staring at you, fully awake now. His gaze is imploring, like his words are saying one thing but his eyes are trying to tell you something else.

“Y/N, your friendship is one of the most important things in my life. You found me when I was in a shitty place and couldn’t find any real people to be around. Everyone wanted to know Agust D, they didn’t give a fuck about me. I can’t lose that, I can’t lose you-”

You take another drink from your mug to distract you and to hopefully hide the tears building in your eyes. This was the most likely scenario, you knew that. But you had still allowed yourself to hope for the best.

“I get it Yoongi. You love me, as a friend.”

He makes this noise in the back of his throat and comes around the island towards you.

On instinct you back away, trying to keep the distance. You throw your hands up when your back hits the counter behind you. “Yoongi, please don’t-”

He immediately stops a few feet away from you. ��This is exactly what I didn’t want,” he says, voice breaking a little on the last words. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

You realize that the tears in your eyes have fallen so you wipe them away hastily. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Yoongi frowns, “You’re crying so it’s not fine.” He looks at you with such concern that it hurts. Like he would do anything to fix it if he could.

“Please don’t look at me like that,” you say weakly.

“Like what?”

You are exhausted, mentally and physically. So your filter is gone. And you blurt, “If we’re going to be just friends, I can live with that but that means you can’t look at me like that. Like you love me more than that.”

Yoongi just looks at you, jaw slack. “Let me be perfectly clear, Y/N. If we’re going to be just friends I am going to be the one living with it. Because…” he sighs and closes his eyes, as if to collect himself. “Because I do love you more than that.”

If your heart hadn’t fallen out of place earlier it certainly did in that moment. “What?” you squeak.

He takes a cautious step towards you. “Last night, I meant everything I said. I’ve never been brave enough to say it to your face, but I have been in love with you for the better part of three years. It wasn’t fair of me to say all of that to you or to show up here and have you take care of me. And I mean it, we can be friends. Because I’d rather be friends than nothing at all. But since we’re here I might as well get it all off my chest, even if it means I never mention it again. At least that way I can finally breathe again.”

Your chest heaves with panicked breaths as you absorb everything he just said. This time there wasn’t any way to misconstrue his words. No doubt about the meaning. Yoongi had just laid himself bare in front of you.

“Idiots,” you mutter.

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot up past his hairline. “What?”

“We are idiots,” you say and a somewhat manic laugh slips its way past your lips. When you see the hurt cross his face, you step closer and clap a hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, Yoongi.”

He pulls back a step and the action sobers you immediately. “We are both complete idiots, Yoongi. Because I’ve never been brave enough either. Brave enough to tell you that you are what kept me sane during my intern year. That getting to see you is the best part of my day. And I’ve never told you I love you because I was terrified of you not feeling the same way.”

“Idiots,” he muses. Yoongi looks at you, eyes darting everywhere as if looking for the lie. His lips slowly curl into a smile when he doesn’t seem to find one. He closes the gap between you, cradling your face in his hands.

When he presses his lips to yours, it’s gentle. The tenderness makes your eyes slip shut, makes every time you’ve ever dreamt about this in the past pale in comparison. You could never have imagined how perfect it would feel when his hands roam the planes of your body, wrap around your waist and pull you flush against him.

The closeness has you overwhelmed, whimpering into his mouth. You find yourself craving even more contact, pull yourself infinitesimally closer by wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Yoongi pushes against you, making you stumble back a few steps until you hit the counter. Without missing a beat, his hands move from your waist down to your thighs. He grips the flesh there and hoists you up onto the countertop.

You gasp at the lift, legs wrapping around his hips for anchorage. Yoongi takes advantage and licks his way into your open mouth. You let him take the lead, feeling wholly overwhelmed by the way he kisses you. Your fingers thread in his hair, tugging on the roots when the sensations become too much.

Yoongi groans, pressing his lips harder to yours for another second before pulling away. He immediately presses another chaste kiss to your lips before leaning his forehead on yours.

You don’t open your eyes right away, almost afraid he won’t be there when you open them.

“Y/N,” he whispers. Your heart flops over, probably somewhere down near your appendix at this point. “We really are idiots.”

You smile, finally looking back at him. You tighten your legs around him, your body’s way of telling him he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. Yoongi’s eyes slip shut as he lets out a hiss. “Woman, you’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“Why?” you smirk.

“Because all I’ve thought about for years is being able to love you like I want to. I want to love you in every way you deserve to be loved. But I also haven’t slept in days. I haven’t slept a full night since I was here last, for movie night. If you keep doing that I’m going to take you right here and it won’t be my A game.” He kisses you slowly, making your toes curl in. “I want to give you my A game.”

You smile fondly at the rant but relent, dropping your legs to either side of his hips. Your fingertips trace the shadows under his eyes “I haven’t slept well either. Since that night.”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers, slumping into you.

“Don’t be,” you say as you comb your fingers through his hair. “How about a nap? Because I too want nothing less than your A game.”

Yoongi straightens and glares at you. You put a hand on his chest and push lightly. He backs up enough for you to hop down from the counter. You take one of his hands in yours, taking a second to appreciate how easily they fit together.

“What, you’re not going to make me sleep on the couch again?” Yoongi says as you lead him to your room.

“I’m still not fully convinced this is all real.” You turn and pull him close again. “Until I am I need you to stay close to me. So no more couch.”

Yoongi smiles softly. “I can do that.” He kisses your forehead sweetly.

He audibly groans as he climbs into your bed beside you. You roll your eyes at him. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“You try sleeping on that couch. Whoever talked you into that couch is a nutjob.”

You smack his chest. “You convinced me to buy that couch!”

Yoongi shrugs, grinning softly. You smack him once more for good measure. Then you give into the instinct your body has been screaming for, which is to snuggle into him. You get comfortable with your head resting on his chest and one of your legs tangled between his. Your fingers fist into the material of his shirt on their own volition.

He pulls you closer with the arm that’s under you, not seeming to be satisfied until every gap between the two of you is gone.

“From now on, let’s be idiots together, okay?”

Yoongi chuckles and drops a lingering kiss on the top of your head. “Deal.”

#min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #suga x reader #min yoongi x y/n #suga x y/n #min yoongi #suga #bts x reader #bts #bts imagines #min yoongi imagine #min yoongi fluff #min yoongi angst #min yoongi domestic #agust d #angst with fluff #angst with a happy ending

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lunar-wandering · 4 years ago

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Medicine

so, earlier today, I got hit by the thought that, the reason why Wukong is so much... calmer in LMK compared to JTTW is because he’s taking adhd/anxiety meds now. and so, I decided to spend an hour or 2 of my time to write this.

...really this is just me projecting, and i have no other excuses.

Word Count: 1.1k

read on Ao3

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MK was staying the night at Flower Fruit Mountain, per Wukong's insistence. They had both gotten a little bit distracted during training, and time had flown by far faster than either of them had thought it would. It was already dark outside when they realized what time it was. Not exactly feeling like flying MK back into town, and not really trusting that MK could use the staff to vault back in the dark, Wukong proceeded to call for a sleepover.

Which was how they ended up standing in Wukong's tiny bedroom, with him rummaging around in his drawer.

"I could've sworn I had some pyjamas around your size in here somewhere." Wukong muttered, tail swishing.

"It's fine Monkey King, I can just sleep in my clothes-" MK started to say, but was interrupted as Wukong "aha'd" in triumph, pulling out a set of golden coloured pyjama's with a peach design on them.

"Here you go kid." Wukong said, placing them in MK's hands. MK was surprised to find the fabric was....really soft. Genuinely, this might be the softest fabric he'd ever touched. Without any further protest, MK went into the bathroom to get changed. When he came back out, Wukong was in a matching pair of pyjama's except his were pink.

"Monkey King, I'm gonna be honest, I'm pretty sure these are the most comfortable pyjama's I've ever worn." MK said, "....You might not get this back."

"That's fine kid, you can keep it." Wukong said, waving his hand dismissively. "I can always ma-buy another set whenever I want."

MK paused, catching his mentor's near slip.

"....This wasn't just made by you blowing on a piece of your hair right?"

"Excuse you, I put actual work into making that, and I will not accept that kind of slander." Wukong said, "I don't always take the easy way out you know?"

"Mhm, sure."

".....So! How about we watch a movie!" Wukong said, purposefully changing the subject as he led MK into the living room. "I've got unlimited access to about....pretty much every film that ever existed, so we can watch whatever you want!"

"...Can we watch the Monkey King: Animated Series?" MK asked.

"Kid, who do you think I am? Of course we can watch Monkey King: the Animated Series!" Wukong said, picking up MK with his tail and setting him down on the couch as he grabbed the TV remote from the coffee table, turning on the television to show that he had already had the Monkey King: Animated Series queued up. Selecting episode one, he pressed play.

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2 hours and multiple peach flavored snacks later, (seriously, there were a lot of peach flavored snacks. MK was going to have to start bringing his own, normal snacks at this rate, because while he like peaches, there is a limit to how much peach flavored food one can eat), and MK was fully ready to just fall asleep where he was sitting. He yawned, tired.

Wukong paused the show.

"Time for bed then, huh?" He asked. MK nodded, drowsily rubbing at his eye.

"...Don't you feel tired too, Monkey King?" He asked. Wukong shook his head.

"No, I don't exactly...get tired normally, I guess. I mainly sleep to pass the time and because it keeps the monkey's happy." He said, standing up, and walking over to the closet, pulling out some blankets and pillows. "If you stand up, the couch folds out into a bed. You know how to set that kinda thing up right?"

MK hummed an affirmative, standing up and pulling the cushions off the couch in order to start the process of turning it into a bed. As he did so, he happened to notice that one of the monkeys was digging through his bag, looking for something. MK momentarily contemplated stopping it and making sure the monkey didn't steal anything, but then thought better of it, deciding that that was something that could wait till morning.

MK set up the bed-couch, running his hands down the sheets that were on it once he pulled it out, checking the bed for anything as a habit. He found a spider in his bed once, and now he couldn't go to sleep unless he'd checked the bed for spiders and bugs beforehand.

He was about to just crawl on the bed and curl up to wait for Wukong to throw the blankets over top of him, when he felt a sudden weight on his shoulder.

He stumbled a little under the sudden weight, but quickly recovered. He turned his head to the side to see the same monkey that had been digging through his bag, holding a small pill bottle.

Oh right, he'd almost forgotten to take his medicine.

Politely, he thanked the monkey, gently taking the pill bottle out of its hands and twisting it open. The monkey, seemingly satisfied in that he was taking his medicine, jumped off his shoulder and ran away. MK watched the monkey as it ran and jumped onto Wukong-

Who was covered with other monkeys. Somehow, while setting up the bed, MK had failed to notice as the other monkeys had basically swarmed Wukong. He was standing still, still holding the blankets and pillows, as the monkeys tugged on his ears and fur.

"Okay, okay, I get it, fine." Wukong said, "Geez."

"Uh," MK said, frozen, pill halfway to his mouth. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Language." Wukong quietly admonished, before sighing. "This happens every night. They're reminding me to take my meds. Speaking of which, hurry up and swallow that pill before you drop it."

MK hurriedly followed through on that, taking his pill with bottle of peach juice that he had left on the coffee table earlier. While he did this, another monkey came in, holding a pill bottle that was rather similar to MK's, and forcibly putting it into Wukong's hands.

"So." MK said, "You uh. You take medicine too?"

"Yeah.....I hate taking it though. I can swallow a pill but that doesn't mean I like doing it." Wukong said, untwisting the cap of the bottle, and dry swallowing the pill. "Tried using the liquid version once, but it tasted gods-awful, so I don't plan on doing that again."

Seemingly satisfied that Wukong had taken his medicine, the monkeys finally got off of him, spreading to curl up in different places around the room. MK, figuring that the monkeys had the right idea, climbed onto his bed for the night, laying down on his side. Wukong dropped a few blankets on top of him, and then proceeded to flop onto the bed himself, curling up beside him.

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The next morning, when MK was late to work, his only excuse was that Wukong really didn't like alarm clocks.

(Wukong promised to pay to get MK a new phone, but the damage had been done.)

#Monkie Kid #Wukong #MK #fanfic #my writing

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demonwifey · 4 years ago

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Mommy’s Kissing Who?🎄🎅🏻

Hey guys! Hope you all had a safe and amazing holiday! So this idea literally came to me right after listening to “I Saw Mommy Kissing Beetlejuice” and knew I had to post it for you guys to see. While you’re reading this just keep in mind I didn’t make the reader’s daughter Skye even though she was the one signing it. I’m bad at names so you’ll see the daughter go by she and her for the entire thing. Think about if you had a daughter and what you would name her. Hope you guys enjoy!💚💜🖤

Beetlejuice x black+fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, hints of sexual themes

Word count: 3,688

“I can’t believe I’m gonna ask this but, Beej, just please try to be on your best behavior.” You practically begged, clasping your hands together near your chest for added effect.

The demon man let out a hearty laugh before snapping his suspenders against his chest. His costume was like a mix between his normal suit and an actual Santa costume: red and white striped, his regular boots, and a Santa hat to top it off. You thought his overgrown green beard would’ve been a giveaway to your child at least.

“Come on, babes. Give me a little credit! I’m gonna be the best damn Santa these twerps have ever seen.” He reassured you. His confidence should’ve made you feel at ease but it didn’t. No that it mattered, it was too late to turn back now. You both looked up as the Scout Leader announced his arrival from outside the small room you two were in, basically queuing him to come out.

“It’s Showtime, babes.” He said to you and gave a flirtatious wink before walking out to the young girls yelling in excitement.

You watched as they all scurried to huddle around him. You watched your daughter closely, thankfully she didn’t recognize Beej and the other girls didn’t notice anything off. Maybe he was right, you should’ve given him more credit. You straightened your dress and fixed your hair out before making your way over the other parents as they all watched with joy.

“HO HO HO! Merry Christmas, you little shits!” You heard him yell loudly across the room.

You stopped in your tracks and your eyes widened almost comically at the sentence you just heard. You prayed to any other worldly being out there that it was only your imagination. When you looked up at the other parents, you could see it wasn’t. Their faces matched yours and they quickly turned their eyes towards you. Yeah, this was going to be one long night.

****

You didn’t know how you could’ve ended up in a worse position. You were in charge of one thing for the Girl Scout’s Christmas party: get someone to play Santa Claus and have him hand out the girls merit badges. All the other parent’s handled things like food, decorations, etc. It’s not like it was a hard task for you to do. Hell, you found and booked a guy at the beginning of the month. Everything was fine on your end, until two days ago. Your Santa Claus called saying he was sick with the flu. You’d already had a few mishaps with Girl Scout events in the past, so this was your chance to show the other parents that you weren’t a total screw up. Yet here you were on your laptop, scrambling through different websites to try and find a new person to play Santa.

“Hey Mommy, which shoes should I wear for the party tomorrow?” You heard your daughter’s perky voice ask from behind you. As a reflex, you quickly slammed your laptop screen down and looked at her with wide eyes. She stood behind the couch with each hand holding one shoe from a different pair.

“Hmm, I think I like the black ones better. They’ll match your badge belt.” You faked a casual tone.

She looked at the shoe you chose, like she was thinking for a moment, before nodding in excited agreement and running back to her room. You strained a smile as you watched her go before letting out a frustrated sigh and once you heard her door close. You were doing this, not just for the other girls, but for her as well. Your daughter always got so excited when someone mentioned Santa. How shitty would you feel if you had to watch her face turn to disappointment when they were all told Santa wasn’t coming? The mental image alone made your heart sink to the floor. You leaned forward to drop your head into your hands and let out another sigh; this one being much louder.

“Hey, keep making noises like that and I’m gonna get turned on, babes.” You heard a familiar voice coming from the side of you.

You didn’t even need to move your head to know it was Beetlejuice. You loved the demon to death but right now, you were in no mood to joke around. You could tell he sensed that when you didn’t respond. You didn’t see, but he awkwardly scratched the back of his head before sitting next to you. He placed an equally awkward hand on your back and started rubbing circles on it.

“Uh, you’re not gonna start crying are you? I’ve always been bad with that sort of thing. I mean, I had to watch The Notebook with Adam and Barbara one time and I had no idea what to do. They just started sobbing and saying “If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” to each other and it was the stupidest thing I’d seen-” And you stopped him before he could finish.

“No, Beej, I’m not gonna start crying. But, God, do I want to.” You said while sitting up, his hand still rubbing circles on your back. “It’s like I had one job and it went straight to shit in one day. I’ve looked everywhere for someone to play Santa last minute but they’re all booked! And I don’t have any family members or friends that are free either. Ugh, as if they’d actually do it.”

The room fell silent for a moment. There was no point in even opening up your laptop again. Not to say you gave up...but you basically gave up.

“What about the kid’s sperm donor? Maybe the Christmas spirit has him feeling less like a piece of shit.” Beetlejuice spoke; half joking, half serious. You scoffed but then let out an actual laugh. He moved his hand to around your shoulder before and you laid his chest. Your fingers started absentmindedly playing with his tie.

“If you’re referring to her father, he hasn’t been around since she was one. I doubt anything would make him less of a piece of shit.” You responded. You hated the guy for running out on you and your daughter but you’d never have him around Beetlejuice. You already knew Beej would have murder in his eyes as soon as he’d walk through the door. You moved your neck upward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, showing that you appreciated his attempt to make you feel better.

“Well, at least this'll be an excuse to ruin Santa for her. Just walk in and say “SANTA ISN’T COMING BECAUSE SANTA ISN’T REAL!”. Rip the band aid off. It’ll be great.” He joked, looking down at you with a sinister grin on his face. There was no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t joking.

You let out a defeated giggle before flipping his tie up to hit him in the face. You were about to give him another kiss before you heard your daughter’s voice again.

“Beetlejuice!” She screamed before running around the couch to jump between you two. You both laughed at her sudden presence before Beetlejuice placed a hand on her head.

“What’s up, anklebiter? Have too many sugar packets before bed?” He joked and her own laughter wasn’t far behind. She quickly climbed on top of his lap and pulled out two of her favorite scrunchies from her pocket.

“No, silly! I need your opinion. Which scrunchie would look better for my hair tomorrow?” She asked, much like asked you about the shoes before.

Beetlejuice was always so good around your daughter. Most guys you knew ran for the hills when they found out you had a kid, but somehow, this rude and crude demon didn’t. Maybe it was all the time he’d spent with Lydia but he fell into the ‘cool dad/uncle’ role very quickly. Not that you were begging to have that figure in her life, it was still nice to watch them interact so naturally. You laughed as Beetlejuice plucked the different color scrunchies out of her hand and examined them closely.

“Nope, neither one will do.” He twisted his face at them before tossing them both to the side. Your daughter only blinked in confusion as she watched Beetlejuice reach into one of his jacket pockets.

“This one is way more suitable!” Suddenly he pulled out a black and white striped scrunchie with a glitter covered green and black tulle bow at the center. You’d been with Beetlejuice for a while so thankfully the both of you were used to his magic. Your daughter squealed in excitement and grabbed the scrunchie out of his hand.

“Beej, you can’t keep giving her presents before Christmas.” You laughed, still watching her as she gawked at her new accessory. The demon man ignored you, knowing he was only winning her heart more and more each day. “Alright, now what do we say?” You asked, giving her a knowing look.

“Thank you, so much BJ! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” The child didn’t hold back her enthusiasm as she jumped to give him a tight hug. Beetlejuice let out his usual scratchy laugh while giving her a few pats on the back.

You watched their interaction before squinting, an idea popping into your head.

“There’s no way...” You thought to yourself, but the image stuck in your head. Once you saw it, you couldn’t unsee it. From his perfect chubby body to his earthy laugh, you could tell he was the perfect fit for your idea.

“Alright, mini me, time for bed.” You shook yourself away from your thoughts and placed a hand on her head. She turned to face you with a large pout on her face. You stopped her before she could even protest. “Teeth and pajamas, now. I’ll be in to help with your hair in a minute.” You said softly but sternly.

The girl turned to Beej for help but he only shrugged, already knowing not to protest against you. She dropped her shoulders in defeat before saying thank you one last time and giving him her own cheek kiss. She soon shuffled away to get ready for bed, still giggling about the scrunchie.

“Ya’know, doll. I like it when you get tough. It really does something to me.” The demon man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. You rolled your eyes before making your way over to him. You swung one leg over his lap and straddled him, using your hands to hold and squish his cheeks together. Beetlejuice didn’t waste time using one hand to hold your thigh and the other to grab your ass.

“Beej....” You started, staring into his golden eyes with a look that was nothing less than seductive. It didn’t take long for Beetlejuice to be wrapped around your finger. His hands started rubbing slowly in their respective spots as you moved down to pace soft kisses on his neck. “....how would you like to do me a BIG favor?” You asked.

****

Being the amazing boyfriend that he was, Beetlejuice said yes to your favor of him being the replacement Santa, at the cost of you being a wreck the entire event. Did you ever stop sweating? No. You were so used to Beej’s crass behavior at home that you didn’t think about how bad it would be to have him around other people. He started telling you all the ‘fun’ party tricks he had planned for the night. As soon as he mentioned giving the girls candy bags full of dead bugs, you realized the mistake you might’ve made.

There were more lows than highs throughout the night. Beetlejuice would make crude jokes every chance he got. Most of these jokes went over the girls heads, but their parents didn't find them very amusing. Even in your panicked state, you would have to divert Beetlejuice back to his original task. God, don’t even mention when you got close to him. It’s like he’d lose track of what was even happening to openly flirt and make lewd comments about you, in front of everyone. You lost count of how many times you had to say “haha Santa I don’t think Mrs. Claus would like that” before pinching him and making him get back on track. When it was time for food, he ate the scouts’ precious trope hamster. He played it up as a gimmick but you knew the gruesome reality of it all. The glares and stares from the adults in the room burned deep holes into your back. If you had the option to let the ground swallow you whole, you would’ve taken it.

When it finally came time to pass out the Scouts’ merit badges, that surprisingly went with minimal ease. Again, he was making odd jokes but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen all night. When he got down to your daughter, he was a lot more kind with his words than he was with the other girls. You thought he would’ve blown his cover to her as he went on a 10 minute long speech about how great and deserving she was. He was eventually stopped by the scout leader who cleared her throat to get her attention. You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety you’d been feeling all night, the sweet gesture from Beej, or the look of joy on your daughter’s face, but you were just about on the verge of tears. Despite the craziness of the night and the emotions that were flooding your brain, seeing the two of them laugh together made it all worth it.

****

After a long night out, you were finally back to your apartment. You shuffled through the door with her fast asleep on your shoulder. As soon as you got her in the car, she was out like a light. Now all you had to do was get her into pajamas and put her to bed. As you tucked her in, you could already hear Beej calling in his invisible state.

“Babydoll~ Told ya’ I was gonna be the best Santa ever. Come on, say my name. Say it so you can sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want for Christmas~” His scratchy voice echoed from behind you.

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes. Thankfully your daughter was fast asleep so she wouldn’t hear anymore of Beej’s lewd humor for the night. You stroked her hair for a second before getting up to walk out of her room, making sure to leave a slight crack in the door. You weren’t free from Beej’s voice as you put some things away and tidied up your living room. He was practically begging for you to say his name. Sure, you were being petty but he put you through hell tonight. A little payback never hurt anyone. Especially when you knew it helped fuel a little feral anger him. Angry Beej was your favorite Beej.

After about 30 minutes, you could feel the air in the room growing a little warm. You smiled to yourself, finally feeling as though you’d tortured him enough. You whispered his name slowly and sensual as you possibly could. As soon as you finished with the last syllable, you didn’t have time to swat away the thick green smoke surrounding your face before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His nose was practically touching yours and you noticed the mischievous grin on his face. It didn’t surprise you that he still had on the Santa costume and soon you felt him pepper quick kisses on your neck.

“So tell me little girl, have you been naughty or nice this year?” He asked in between kisses. You let out a light giggle as the hairs on his beard tickles your neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to know that already, Santa?” You asked with added sarcasm on the name. He ignored you as he started nipping at your neck. “Anyway,” You stopped him by grabbing his cheeks with your hands. The way his face looked squished between your hands was too adorable for you to handle.

“Even though you were giving me anxiety all night, I still wanna say thank you for doing me this favor. It really means a lot.” With your words, you used one thumb to gently rub against his cheek. He didn’t even try to hide the goofy smile that filled his face. The only thing missing from his costume was the Santa hat so you could see the baby pink color that started to creep up strands of his hair.

“Aw, don’t sweat it, doll. You know I’d do anything for you and the kid.” He said so nonchalantly. It wasn’t until you gave him a fond smile that he realized what he said. It was rare for Beetlejuice to be anything less than crass. Whenever he showed moments of sincerity, it made your heart feel warm. His hair only got pinker as you looked at him with hearts in your eyes.

“I still want to show my appreciation. Seriously, what can I do to say thanks?” You asked, already knowing the type of answer he’d give. You watched as he acted like he was thinking for a moment. Just as his lip twisted back until an evil smirk, you felt one of his cold hands make his way down to your ass and give a gentle squeeze.

“Wellllll, how about a kiss under the mistletoe, babes?” He leaned in closer to your face.

You assumed he would’ve made one appear over you because you didn’t have one hanging anywhere in your apartment. A small puff of green smoke appeared in front of you but when you looked above, there wasn’t mistletoe to be found. Beej still had the arrogant smirk on his face as he watched you look around in confusion. After a second, it finally hit you. You made the mistake of looking down to see said mistletoe resting on the belt above his crotch. When you looked back at him, he wiggled his eyebrows. The annoyed sigh you let out could’ve been heard throughout the whole building. God, this guy was such a dumbass.

“Well? You gonna thank me or what?” The demon man asked, giving your ass a harder squeeze. You ignored his question and reached down. He seemed to get excited, but you disregarded his expectations that when you plucked the mistletoe off of his belt and held it above your heads.

“Don’t get too cocky, dweeb.” You saw that he was about to protest but you pushed your lips against his before he could.

Kissing Beetlejuice was nothing new but somehow this was a little different. You just remembered how sweet he was to your daughter and the interactions they’ve had. You thought about how you loved seeing them together. You thought about how much you loved the three of you being together like a family, like the family you’ve secretly wanted for so long. You put all of those thoughts into the kiss. All the love you had for Beetlejuice, you put into your kiss.

He was a little flustered at first, but eventually got in sync with you. He could tell you were putting your all into the kiss and was determined to do the same. You dropped the mistletoe to the floor and wrapped your arms around the man’s neck, pulling your bodies closer together. Beej let out a small grunt as you let your tongue slip it’s way into his mouth. You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into with that. Not long after did Beetlejuice shove his own freakishly large tongue until your mouth, and later down your throat. You tried your hardest not to let out a loud moan once you felt the wetness fill up your mouth, but you knew that’s exactly what Beej wanted to hear.

Even though you wanted to go longer, it would’ve been easier to finish what you started in the bedroom. Your daughter never caught you and Beej in the act, thank God, but there have been times where it was a close call. You hesitantly pulled away from the demon man, and it took a second for his tongue to leave from your throat. You gasped for air as your hands rested on his chest. You could see the ready-to-go feral look on his face as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Was that a good enough thank you?” You asked, letting out a slight laugh. Beetlejuice let out a heartier laugh as his golden eyes glowed bright like stars.

“I think I could use a little more convincing.” His scratchy voice echoed through your ears as he leaned down to wrap his arms around your thighs. You didn’t have a second to think as he lifted your body off of the ground and threw you over his shoulder with ease; one hand rested on your thigh and the other held a tight grip on your ass. You tried not to laugh too loudly as he carried your to your bedroom, ending the night in hours and hours of lovemaking.

With being so wrapped up in each other, you didn’t see your daughter peeking from around the hallway corner. Even though you thought she was fast asleep, Beetlejuice’s presence had woken her up while she tucked you in. She snuck out to watch in both joy and disgust as you two basically made out in the living room. She was glad to see you happy but it was still gross to see her parental figures kissing at all. With Beetlejuice still being in his Santa costume, she was able to put two and two together. She didn’t necessarily stop believing in Santa but she was glad Beetlejuice played the part for her.

The young girl scurried her way back into her room and gently closed the door so you two wouldn’t hear. Boy, was she gonna have a story to tell her fellow Girl Scouts.

Thank you guys so much for reading! See you guys in the New Year!💚💜🖤 🎉

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giuliafc · 4 years ago

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When Magic Fails - chapter 2

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Summary: The Miraculous Cure can fix the damage caused by a specific akuma. But what happens when said damage comes after the Miraculous Cure? When the damage isn't caused by an akuma? Follow Marinette through the worst day of her life. The day where her identity, or Chat's, won't matter any more. The day when she will discover what's really important. But at what price? Lovesquare story.

Warning: VERY intense! Read previous chapter here on Tumblr

Betas: KhanOfAllOrcs, Agrestebug, Etoile-Lead-Sama, Speckleflower, AmberLambda, Anonymousfriend27 and MiniNoire

Big thanks to: Momo|MarinetteAgresteBrand and Genxha

Cover art and chapter art credit: Rosehealer02 on Deviantart.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc; TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 2 - Code Polkadot

It was a race against time. His ring beeped when she passed the Ministère de la Santé, and her own Miraculous beeped in front of the ambassade des Pays-Bas. People watched in horror as she jumped and zipped across the road. She could see their stares, could hear their whispers. They were probably wondering what Ladybug was doing, holding Chat Noir and running madly across the road, both covered in blood, dust and rubble. She glared at anybody that came within a glaring distance.

“WHERE’S THE HOSPITAL?” she shouted at someone who had just stopped on a bike next to her. A familiar face, but her vision was so blurred by tears and sweat that she couldn’t quite make out who the person was. She shrugged off the idea. Four different hands pointed in the same direction, immediately followed by another dozen. She attempted a grateful smile, but was certain, from the frightened reactions of the people on the road, that she had barely managed to put up a painful grimace.

She jumped across in the direction shown and immediately saw her reflection glaring at her from the windows of the building in front of her. She didn’t even stop to consider what she looked like. The words on the building's windows said Hôpital Necker, but they also mentioned "University". She looked around to find the blue "H" that clearly marked a public hospital and saw it just a few metres away, at the side of a small marble arched gate, which led into a courtyard.

She landed in front of it and burst inside; her eyes scanned the courtyard until she saw at her left a door manning the sign “Accueil”. As she walked inside and looked around, she saw lines of metallic black seats. Mothers and children moved to give her space, as well as the people queuing and standing in front of the reception check in. She heard whispers around the room, mothers consoling their children who were asking what happened to Chat Noir. Why were there so many kids? All the patients had children with them; that was weird.

“I need a doctor, quickly!” she said bluntly at the woman sitting at the check in desk. To her disappointment the receptionist was on the phone, so taken with looking at the screen in front of her that she hadn’t even glanced in her direction. Marinette’s gaze quickly ran to Chat Noir’s face. The side of his head was covered in blood, which had mixed together with the dirt and the pieces of mortar in his hair and had made a sort of paste that had glued to his and even to her own suit. Her heart raced faster in her chest. She needed to hurry.

“Have you got your child’s carnet de santé and carte mutuelle, and your carte vitale please?” came from behind the green desk the voice of said receptionist, who stretched her left hand out to her, her eyes still focused on the screen in front of her, her ear still glued to the phone receiver.

Marinette gulped. Child? She looked around again. There were plenty of colourful drawings and cartoon characters embossed on the walls of the reception desk and pictures of children with many different types of illnesses.

Oh yes. Hôpital Necker, the child hospital. That’s right. She had heard of it in the news so many times, looking for donations for their research.

“He’s not my child…” she said. If the situation hadn’t been so serious she was sure Chat would have found it funny.

The middle aged brunette in front of her took her eyes off her screen, put a thick pair of glasses on and gave her a practised look of pure boredom before her brown eyes widened. “Excuse me ma’am,” she said to the person she was talking to on the phone. “I have an emergency here. You will need to redial.” She hung up and dropped the phone receiver.

“La… Ladybug? Oh Jesus… Chat Noir? What… This is a child’s hospital Ladybug… we have adult patients, but they...they’re not our speciality...” She started stammering and paled considerably.

Marinette felt a gush of anger spreading all over her gut as she admitted it, hastily, “I’m fifteen… and I expect him to be around my age. I don’t care if it’s a hospital for children, for aliens or for wild animals. He could die if we don’t act fast. He needs help. NOW.”

People all around started whispering.

“Fifteen?”

“Oh my God.”

“They are kids.”

“Only kids.”

“Maman is Chat Noir really younger than my big brother?”

“Sure.” The woman at the desk picked up the phone and pushed a couple of buttons on it. “Dr. Richter? Yes, Sylvie here at reception. We have an emergency. Oh you know already? Good… code polkadot you say? What is it, I’ve never heard of it. Ah okay... Cool. Yes, they know. They’re 15! Yes. I hear you, yes. Crazy! I’ll tell her. Leave it to me.” She stood and ran out of the accueil’s room; Marinette could only follow. “They’re already waiting for you in front of the SUSI (2).”

Marinette paled. “But I thought this was…” she muttered, but the woman interrupted her.

“Ladybug, you’re in the wrong place. This is the reception for booked appointments and routine visits. The SUSI is over there.” She pointed to the left. “You’re probably going to be faster than the bed. It’s the other side of that rooftop.”

Marinette gave her a grateful look and a nod. “Thank you… Sylvie?”

“Good luck, Ladybug,” she said smiling warmly. “You saved my boyfriend when he was akumatised. This is the least I can do.”

Marinette nodded again and held Chat firmly, jumping on the rooftop as fast as her legs could take her. She immediately saw that three men dressed in blue were waiting at the back entrance of the next building, near what looked like a gurney and an ambulance. She jumped off right beside them.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Ladybug. Nadja Chamack rang the hospital to warn us of your arrival. Please allow me to take him,” one of the nurses said, as he tried to take Chat from her arms.

She initially resisted, but then heard Chat’s ring giving a louder beep, so she gave in. “Please, we need to hurry. One minute and our transformations will fall,” she pleaded. The man’s gaze became stern. He held Chat firmly and moved steadily towards the gurney next to him. He carefully put Chat on it and quickly pushed the gurney inside the building, trying to move it hastily to the corridor leading to a door labelled ‘PU - Urgences’ (1).

A loud beep came from her earrings, and in a flash of pink, Marinette’s transformation fell as she sped next to the nurses, not even trying to hide her face from the crowd that had gathered all around her. Her gaze stayed firmly focused on Chat and on the nurses who were putting what she thought could be an oxygen mask on his mouth and nose, taking advantage of a moment when the gurney stopped because of the crowd. She didn’t even pay any attention to Tikki, who had come out of the earrings and had looked at her worryingly before flying into her purse.

“Ew, what’s that?”

“A giant bug maman!”

“Does Ladybug keep bugs in her purse?”

“WILL YOU ALL PLEASE GO FASTER? HIS SUIT HELPS HIM, BUT THIS COULD BE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HIS LIFE OR HIS DEATH! HE’S ONLY GOT A FEW MORE SECONDS TO SPARE!” She could swear that she saw a few flashes and tried to cover her face as best she could. Suddenly she felt someone’s arms wrap around her as a jacket was thrown over her head.

“There’s nothing else to see people, let the gurney pass!” a male voice said. She knew that voice… where had she heard that voice before?

They went through the doors of the PU and walked hastily a little longer until the gurney stopped and moved ninety degrees. The jacket was removed from her head as she heard the zipping sound of curtains being pulled all around them. A quick glance to her surroundings made her realise that they were in a sort of cubicle, protected from the view by a set of blue paper curtains, and the doctors and nurses were surrounding Chat, plugging different cables and machines all around him.

“Where do I plug the oximeter?” one of the nurses asked. She looked very young and a bit pale. She held a sort of peg in her hands, plugged into a machine and tried to attach it to one of Chat’s cat ears. “Nope. Does he have human ears?” She moved his hair at the side of his head and Marinette heard her sighing in relief as she attached the peg to something.

“What happened to him, how did he get hurt, Miss Ladybug?” she heard a doctor ask and she suddenly looked up, realising that the man was talking to her.

“Oh… he fell off the Eiffel Tower…” she started to say. Then she heard the last beep of her partner’s ring and in a flash of green his transformation fell. As Plagg twirled out of the ring and fell with a loud sob on top of Chat’s head, Marinette couldn’t stop her gaze from following the black kwami and running straight to the blond boy laying on the bed.

The plastic mask covered almost all his face, but even with that on, there was not a chance in hell that Marinette wouldn’t recognise his blond mane, now combed neatly to the side of his head and clean from the dirt, but not from the blood that plastered the side of his face. Pale; he was as pale as a ghost. She only caught a glimpse of his face before someone’s arms wrapped around her and held her tight. But that glimpse was enough.

No.

NO!

NOO! It couldn’t be...

“Gamin? Talk to me! Are you okay?” she heard Plagg say. Then, she saw something red dashing around the room, grabbing Plagg, oblivious of his objections, and disappearing behind the curtain. “Tikki, you don’t understand! I need to tell Pigtails! He’s been poi—” the little God of destruction whimpered as he was dragged away. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had seen tears at the corner of Plagg’s electric green eyes. Even her own eyes filled with tears, her chest shaken by loud sobs.

“Mar-Ladybug, it’s okay. He will be safe,” someone said, hugging her tight, but it sounded far away, like a whisper from a different time. "Marinette can you hear me? It's me, Luka," he added in a lower tone of voice. But all Marinette could hear were the sudden angry beeps of the machines in front of her, having gone mad the second Chat's transformation fell. A horde of doctors and nurses rushed to the gurney, busying themselves with plugging in more cables and hooking up strange machines to Chat's body and face.

“Sorry, Mlle. Ladybug, can you please wait over there? We need space!” Marinette heard the voice of one of the doctors say, and she felt Luka’s arms wrapping tighter around her as he tried to move her backwards.

She resisted sternly. That face. She had just given one quick glance to that face. She had to see it again, to see that it wasn’t the face she thought. She wriggled out of Luka’s hold and jerked towards the gurney, peeking around the doctors at work and trying to give another quick look, earning quite a few glares from a couple of nurses.

The neatly combed blond mane framed the handsome face of the boy she would recognise among thousands. As pale as a ghost. His once peachy lips now dry and blue under the transparent plastic mask. His beautiful green eyes closed. Why of all people did it have to be him?

She screamed.

"It's okay, Mar-Ladybug! He will be alright!" Luka's voice said again, his arms firmly wrapped around her shoulders to stop her from lunging straight to the bedside.

"ADRIEEEEN!!!" Her heart-wrenching screams came loud and clear in between the sobs that rocked her chest and lungs.

"Marinette? What… Adrien? Oh girl you must be kidding me! Mar… La-Ladybug?" This was Alya's voice. She heard Luka shushing her, and Alya’s eyes widened, as she corrected herself. What was Alya doing here?

Suddenly, a pair of extra arms wrapped around her from her left side. Another pair from the right, in a vice grip that kept her from going to him, that kept pushing her backwards.

A female voice spoke, the masked emotions trickling in through the tremble in her voice. “You can't go over there! You'll only get in the way of the doctors working on him! Stay here!”

“ADRIE—” A hand cupped over her mouth, barely able to muffle the sounds of heartbreak seeping out of her.

"Shhhhh! Do you want everyone to know, Ma-Ladybug?" It was Kagami's voice. She nearly didn’t recognise it, as the usually confident and blunt tone of the Japanese girl was missing completely. She sounded shaken and emotionally drained. Marinette darted her gaze around to notice that Alya was standing at her right and Kagami at her left, and they were both holding her tight, supporting Luka who held her from behind.

They were all there with her. She wondered when they arrived and how they knew where they were. Nadja probably had told them where she was heading, and they were allowed through the door of the PU before detransforming, Marinette thought, but the sight of Adrien being picked up carefully by one of the nurses and transferred into a hospital bed stopped the last of her rational thoughts from coming through. New sobs shook her chest, as new tears rolled off her cheeks. She buried her face in Alya's chest not even attempting to stop sobbing desperately.

Because Chat was Adrien. And Adrien could die. And it was her fault…

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Notes:

(1) PU - Pavillon des Urgences (A&E/ER)

(2) SUSI - Service d'Urgences et de Soins Intensifs (A&E/ER, Emergency and Intensive Care department)

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Author's Note:

Hi! *Keeps hiding*

I know, I know, this is probably the most catastrophic reveal ever. Please don't hate me!

I'll cut the fluff and get straight to the point. In the next instalment of "When Magic fails", “Secrets in the Open”:

— “We will need to put stitches on this cut at the side of his head.”

— “He has the right to choose how to live his own life!”

— “Chat Noir hasn’t just been injured. He’s been poisoned. And it’s not just an average poison. It’s extremely dangerous.”

I know, I'm cruel. If you want to kill m—, I mean, if you read this and you’re not part of our wonderful Discord server already, but you enjoy reading, writing and talking about Miraculous, please join our Discord server, Miraculous Fanworks (for people on FFN, discord dot gg slash mlfanworks). See you there soon, and see you soon here with the next chapters of this story. Won’t be too long. Promise!

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world-of-aus · 4 years ago

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Behind the Screen - (Part 4)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,437

Warnings: 18+ here be smutty times

Author’s Note: So i thought i had put this to be queued yesterday but apparently i did it wrong, i apologize for the day delay.Hopefully the contents in this chapter will makeup for it! As always the tag-list for this series is open so if you’d like to be added just let me know! Thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my work, there’s nothing that means more to me!

Part 3 / SERIES MASTERLIST

“Barnes,” you moaned, “I swear to god if you show me another fic, that is more than three parts I may just scratch my eyes out”

Bucky turned to look at you from where he was laying on his stomach computer screen illuminating his features, “I thought you liked doing this, do you not?” he questioned brow raised.

“of course, I love to do this, but not when you’re here, you’re literally reciting porn written about you to me as if it’s the daily news,” you deadpanned, “you have gone through two masterlists, two, you know this isn’t exactly what I thought you meant by catch up,” you muttered side eyeing him.

You saw Bucky’s lips twitch as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, he pushed your laptop off to the side, his arm sliding around your bare waist, “oh,” he grinned, “and what is it that you thought I meant?” he questioned drawing your body closer to his.

“definitely not reading your best rated porn without plot one-shots about you,” you muttered, though there was a teasing underlying to your tone.

“is it because you can’t get off?” he teased, “rub one off to the thought of me,”

You rolled your eyes smacking his chest lightly, “If I wanted to get off I could very well do so if pleased, but why use my finger’s when I could use something else,”

A growl left Bucky’s lips as he pushed himself up onto his arms, his body sliding over yours, hips pressing yours into the sheets below you.

“Look at you doll, a needy little thing” He murmured his finger running over your cheek, eyes staring intently at yours. He leans down slowly his lips hovering above yours for a second before his teeth are nipping at your lower lip, his tongue smoothing over the bite. Your body is squirming under his ever so slightly, your lower half searching for his. The hand that isn't by your head slides down the length of` your body curving over your hips, his hand pushing you down. A groan slips past your lips, Bucky grins his lips molding to yours. Your hips are eager to feel him against you as you push against his left hand, his lips leave yours pulling a whine from you, “if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to stop,” he warns, your hips still. He’s chuckling low before his lips are leaning down once more to cover yours, your lips are moving fervently against one another, Bucky drawing the sweetest noises from you, he’s grown addicted to the little mewls he’s able to pull from you. He pulls away from your lips, head nudging yours to the side exposing your neck to him.

He wastes no time as he licks, sucks, and bites across the sensitive skin till his teeth find that sweet spot, the one that has a low moan falling from your lips, back arching, toes curling. He grins into your skin before continuing the ministration, the hand that holds down your hip is now sliding to the side, cooling down your heated skin. A loud gasp falls from your lips as his left hand roughly cups your mound, his index finger runs over your slit, the moans he’s drawing from you are scandalous, he thought the noises he was driving from you before were something, but these noises, oh these were delicious. You can feel his hard cock against your thigh, and that only makes your skin grow hotter, you need him inside you, you need to feel the thickness of it through your walls as you clench around him.

His finger finally slips into the heat of your folds, his finger dipping in slightly to your entrance before its trailing up circling your throbbing clit. Bucky drinks in the breathy moan that spills from your lips his tongue licking it from your mouth. He gives you a few rubs before his finger is trailing back down your slick, finger teasing your entrance before he’s pushing it into the knuckle working it inside of you. Your head pushes into the pillow beneath your head, soft moans falling from you lips. Bucky's working in a second finger when the sound of your phone vibrating startles you both, you look to your night stand eyes wide. Your tempted to let it go to voicemail, “answer it,” Bucky murmurs against the skin of your jaw.

A whine leaves your lips as you reach over the best that you can with Bucky still on you. You look at the vibrating device, Sam’s name staring back at you, “can’t I just let it go to voicemail,” you whine. Bucky shakes his head, “answer it” he murmurs fingers thrusting tentatively. You groan answering the call bringing the phone to your ear, “this better be good Wilson,”

Your breath is catching in your throat but it's not due to Sam’s infectious laugh in reply to your grumbling answer, oh no, rather its due to Bucky’s thumb currently circling your sensitive clit.

“You know for you being gone a week I thought you’d be happier to hear from me, I'm beginning to think you’ve been spending too much time with tin man,”

You bit your tongue to keep the moan from spilling out as Bucky thrusted his fingers within you, “You have no idea,” you grounded out glaring at Bucky.

He gave you his best Cheshire grin, his thumb gliding over your clit causing a gasp to fall from your lips, “Uh you okay y/n?” Sam questioned.

You coughed clearing your throat, “yeah I'm fine Sam, thought I saw something on the bathroom floor is all, so what has you calling me Wilson?” you questioned needing to hurry this call up.

“we’re all heading out to the bar tonight, in like ten maybe fifteen minutes tops if you’re up for it.”

You went to answer but Bucky beat you to it, “yeah we’re up for it,” he called out, your eyes widened in horror.

“Was that Barnes?” Sam questioned the laugh evident in his voice.

“Yeah he’s a little obsessed with me,” you ground out, smacking at his chest.

Sam barked out a laugh, “we’ll see you in fifteen Wilson, Barnes has to help me with something and then we’ll be down.” You didn’t wait for his reply as you hung up the call, flinging the phone to the side.

Your hips roll against his hand, a low laugh falling from Bucky’s lip as he continues to work his fingers into you, “can't believe you hung up on Wilson sweetheart,” he chuckled his teeth nipping at your jaw.

You aren’t able to give him the remark that sits on your tongue as he draws a low moan from you his fingers scissoring inside of you curling against that toe-curling spot.

“Fu- fuck bucky,” you moan hand curling around his wrist that's finger deep inside of you.

“you’re so wet doll, does it feel good, you like having my fingers fucking you like this?” he questioned breathily.

You nod your head not finding the words through the moans he’s drawing from you.

“Use your words angel, am I making you feel good?”

“Yes,” you moan, “ohh god yes please don’t stop,” you begged your body writhing beneath him as he brought you closer to that sweet release.

You could feel that sweet release building, your body teetering on the edge of a delicious orgasm.

You were so close, almost there, almost, a loud whine was leaving your lips as Bucky pulled his finger from you, his body sliding off yours.

“Bucky,” you moaned.

He chuckled lowly from where he stood at the side of your bed, “ten minutes till we’re supposed to meet the team downstairs doll,” he grinned putting on the clothes he had discarded hours ago.

You gaped at him as you watched him head towards the door, “I’ll see you downstairs sweetheart, you might want to get dressed don’t want to keep them waiting,” he grinned throwing you a wink before he was slipping out of your room.

Your head flew back into your pillow a loud groan leaving your lips at the unsatisfied ached between your legs.

“So you going to tell me what Tin man was helping you with before I called?” Sam grinned cheekily eyes twinkling in the low light of the bar. You rolled your eyes but smiled behind the glass of whiskey in your hand, “he was just checking up on me, pretty sure you heard the mission went south,” you murmured taking a sip from your glass

Sam nodded taking a sip himself, “yeah Steve briefed me on it, you okay?” He questioned.

You shrugged your shoulders, “as okay as anyone can be,” you smiled.

You and Sam kept up the small talk at the high top table the team had chosen, though the others had left you long ago for the darkened corner of the bar where the pool tables sat lined up.

“You wanna go shoot pool with the others?” Sam questioned throwing back the last of his drink, you mirrored his actions.

“Sure, I love watching Natasha slaughter Barnes and Rogers,” you grinned grabbing his extended hand as he pulled you towards the team. You got there just in time to see Natasha grinning cheekily, Steve throwing his head back in defeat a heavy sigh falling from his lips. “See,” you said smackin Sam’s chest, “we got here just in time to see them get their asses handed to them, though I don’t think Steve needs anymore,” you grinned throwing Steve a wink. A laugh fell from your lips at the sight of Steve’s cheeks taking on a pink hue, “Awe Steve,” you cooed.

“you know y/n you’re a lot of talk for someone who never play’s pool when we come out, pretty sure you could get your ass handed to you too,” Bucky spoke up from where he stood on the other side of the pool table, leaning on the pool stick.

“pick on someone your own size Barnes, don’t be a sore loser,” you teased.

“oh come on y/n, Bucky has a point you never play pool,” Steve added in his eyes glinting in amusement.

You groaned, “if I play one game will you guys stop picking on me?” you questioned arms crossed.

Bucky perked up, “i’ll show you the ropes doll,”

You shook your head a laugh falling from your lips, “I think I'd rather have Nat teach me,”

“I think Natasha's a little preoccupied with schooling Sam, so whaddya say doll?”

“as long as you show me the ropes,”

“oh don’t worry sweetheart,” he spoke voice dropping low as he came behind you, “I'll show you everything I know.

You’re wound tight and he’s not even touching you, at least not in the way you need him to. Your skin is glistening with sweat under the lowlight of the bar, he sidles up behind you, his voice ghosts over your ear, “your turn,” the word alone has shivers running down your spine, you’re not sure you want to go again.

With shaky hands you get into position, you can hear his tongue clicking behind you, his left hand runs down the back of your relaxed fit dress, pushing you down lower to the table, his right hand obstructed from the view of any onlookers climbs up your thigh till its nestled in the warmth of your legs, his hand cupping your mound, “you’ve got to master your stroke,” he instructs, his index finger stroking you through your dampened panties. You bite back a moan that climbs up your throat, “during your practice strokes,” he murmurs into your ear his index finger circling your aching clit, “your eyes should switch from the contact point on the cue ball to the point you’re aiming for on the object ball,”

Your hair catches on your damp forehead obscuring how your mouth drops open slightly in pleasure, your so close. He had been winding you up just like this every time it was your turn, it looked innocent to the eye of anyone who might look your way it was anything but innocent underneath. His fingers are working you over faster, you’re trying to focus on the task at hand but your mind can do nothing but focus on the immense pleasure he’s bringing you.

“Now,” he speaks up bringing you back from your pleasurable haze, “line up the pool tip,” he presses his clothed erection against your backside, grinding ever so slightly, “up with the cue ball, aim” he murmurs flicking your clit, “and hit, away,” just as you’re about to push over the edge he stops all movement, a pained gasp leaves your lips as he retracts his hands from you panties, rubbing your slick on your thigh.

“darn doll, you were so close,”

You turn on wobbly legs to glare at him, “I've had enough, I don’t want to play this stupid game” you ground out, “I'll be right back,” you mutter pulling away from the pool tables. You can hear him chuckle lowly behind you. You pass Natasha on your way to the restroom to hopefully freshen up your heated skin, “you alright y/n you look like you’ve just run a marathon,” she grins.

You groan but let a laugh slip past your lips, “Barnes is just really making it hard for me to get the hang of pool, he's working me up only to let me down at the last second,”

Natasha patted your shoulder, “you’ll get there, before long you’ll be handing his ass to him,” she teased pulling a grin from you, “we’re ready to call it a night, would you like us to wait for you?” she questioned.

“You guys can go ahead, I still need to get my tab after I freshen up,” you responded pushing back your sweat slicked hair.

“You sure?” she asked, “i can get one of the guys to wait for you,”

You shook your head, “it’s fine really Nat, you guys can go ahead, I shouldn’t be too far behind you guys.”

“only if you're sure,” she replied.

“positive,” you smiled.

You waved at her as you walked towards the restroom desperately needing to wet your heated skin, and maybe wipe away at the slick that had accumulated on your lace panties, it was beginning to grow uncomfortable.

You walked into the one stall restroom not bothering to lock the restroom door behind you as you wouldn’t be taking long. Staring into the grimy mirror you turned on the tap, running your fingers in the cool water. You ran your damp fingers over your face feeling instantly cooled, though it was doing nothing for the throbbing ache between your legs. Your patting your face down with a napkin when the door is swinging open, you turn toward it wide eyed to see Bucky walking in, “what the hell Bucky, I thought you left with the team,” you said your hand reaching up to feel your racing heart.

He didn’t reply as he gave you’re his back, a almost inaudible click resonated through the dingy restroom, “Uh buck, what are you,” you paused watching him closely, “what are you doing?”

He turned to face you then his eyes clouded over with lust, you’re barely able to get a word out before he’s closing the distance between the two of you, his lips crashing into yours roughly. It’s a battle of tongue and teeth as he pushes your back up against the wall closest to the sink. You grow dizzy of the feel of his tongue dancing with yours a loud breathy gasp falls from your lips as you both pull away for air, Bucky dropping to his knees. “Buck what-” he’s lifting up your dress, head darting between your legs to bite at your inner thighs. Your head falls back against the tiled wall, fingers webbing into his hair, “You think you’re the only one who’s tired of playing this little game, you think you’re the only one who’s been on edge?” he questions huskily looking up at you through his lashes where his head rests between your legs.

“Barnes what has gotten into you,” you moan when he hoists your leg over his shoulder his warm breath fanning over your dampened lace panties.

“I’ve read through a lot of teasing,” he murmurs running his tongue along your covered folds, “but I've yet to come across someone edging, teasing their partner till they’re falling apart at the seams,” he licks again pressing his tongue in deeper, “and doll,” he whispers eyes catching yours, “you’re bursting,”

Bucky makes quick work of pulling your panties to the side, exposing your slick wet folds to him. He doesn’t waste another second as he leans in burying his face between your legs. His tongue delves in licking, sucking, lapping at your sensitive core. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy, mouth dropped open in a moan as your finger pulls at his long brunette locks. His tongue is working you over trailing up your folds to seek out your clit, he flicks over it once, twice, before he zones in on it, sucking flicking the sweetened little bud.

“Fuck Bucky,” you moan, “please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you cry.

As soon as those words spill from your mouth, he’s doing just that, a cry falls from your lips as he inches up your body. His lips are finding yours his tongue sliding into your mouth letting you taste yourself on him. Your shaky hands reach down to unbutton his jeans, but they’re not coming undone as quick as you’d like, “Fuck Buck please,” you whine into his mouth.

His hands are taking a hold of yours stalling all movements, he’s looking down at you, eyes hooded with lust, “you’ve made it this far baby, just a little bit longer,” he grinned giving your lips a sweet peck. He holds eye contact with you as he unzips his jeans, pulling himself from the tight confines of his jeans, he lifts your leg onto his hip, his cock splitting through your folds.

You hold your breath as you wait, his tip teasing your entrance, a broken moan falls from your lips as he bottoms out your arms wrap around his shoulders gripping him to you, it only takes a few thrust and your coming undone. Your mouth drops open in a loud moan as your orgasm take you by surprise, your back arches against the wall, bucky wraps his arms tightly around your waist his head burying in your chest as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Choked sobs are falling from your lips as your vision blurs, another orgasm washing over you from the pleasure you had been withheld from all evening.

Bucky is biting at the skin of your breast, low grunts falling from his lips and you can swear its music to your post orgasmic ears. You clench around him tightly bringing him to his own end, his warmth spurting deep inside of you.

Your fingers thread into his hair as you pull his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that fall from his lips as he shallowly thrusts into you. Your thighs are quivering in his hold, barely keeping you upright if it hadn’t been for him pinning you to the wall.

Bucky’s head falls to your neck, his breaths coming out labored, you can feel puffs of laughter against your skin. “what?” you questioned a hint of laughter in your own voice.

“this isn’t the way I planned on taking you after all that,” he grinned looking down at you, “didn’t see it going this way.”

“and how did you plan on taking me?” you questioned your cupping his cheek, thumb running over his bottom lip. He’s thinking over his next words, “just not like this," he whispered placing a kiss to your thumb.

For a moment you can feel the energy shift between the two of you, both of you are letting the vulnerable side of you come out, the one you were told not to let cloud this agreement, yet here it was.

You both stand there just staring at one another, your thigh slips from his hip, “you think your reader’s will be excited to read about this?” he questions, and just like that the bubble you were in bursts bringing you back to reality.

You open your mouth to reply but your cut off by loud knocks against the wooden door, “hey y/n, have you seen Barnes?”

Part 5

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thorne93 · 4 years ago

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History Repeats (Part 8)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 1874

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong

**Song Inspiration: Wanna Be by Betty Who

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Living with Hayden proved to be nowhere near as daunting and scary as you thought it would be. At first, yes, there were a few bumps in the road. The laundry situation got a little confusing, the chores got a little mixed around, the groceries were nearly a catastrophe, but after a few weeks, the two of you finally had everything all sorted out.

Once the small discrepancies were sorted, he was a delight to have. Nothing changed about your friendship, in fact, it made it a little easier. Rather than figuring out whose place you would head to to hang out, or worrying about someone needing to get back somewhere in time for bed...None of that existed any more. You went to work, and reconvened at night when you got home.

Sometimes he was still up, waiting for you with a leftover plate of dinner ready so you didn’t have to cook. Other times, he kept a plate set aside with a note telling you how exhausted he was and he was in bed. To you, the notes were sweet. A lot of guys would just text something like “going to bed. Dinner on the counter. Night” or “didn’t make dinner. You may need to grab something.” But not Hayden, he always put thought into it.

His notes usually consisted of a wishful note on hoping your day went nicely, a comment or two on his own day, and a description of what he made for dinner. One night you came home to a bottle of wine and a piece of chocolate cake he set aside for you, after a particularly bad shift. The gesture had made your heart melt. Another night, you’d mentioned craving cheese so he made extra cheesy garlic bread with spaghetti. Another night, he surprised you with a few chocolate truffles and a can of coke since your head hurt, along with the aspirin already set out. If you weren’t careful, he was going to make you gain weight.

But you didn’t care. Hayden was so caring and sweet and attentive. You tried to repay the favor on days you were off by making him meals, surprising him with his favorite candy, or queuing up the next episode of whatever show you two were currently in the middle of. If he wasn’t feeling up for any of that, you’d freshen his sheets and room.

And if you two weren’t trying to outdo each other on the level of kindness, you would sit and play cards or a board game. Sometimes you worked on your writing and he worked on lines. Sometimes you even helped each other. You read lines with him and he helped you come up with smoother choruses.

Life couldn’t get much better for you. Jason was pretty much completely gone from your mind, your work seemed to be getting better and if it wasn’t, you always had Hayden to light it up for you. Hayden’s rent was already helping and he seemed happy to have a space to call his own.

Now, you were out getting groceries for the week and Hayden was just getting off work. He sent you a text to ask for a couple more things and you made your way to getting them. You grabbed the last bit of stuff that he wanted, the stuff on your list, you checked out, and made your way home.

When you got there, you were surprised by what you found.

“Hey, there’s...a little person here,” you noted as you got in the door with some of the bags of groceries.

You stepped inside and you saw Hayden crouched on the floor, talking to a two or three year old blonde little girl, playing with her hands and smiling at her.

“Oh hey, you’re home!” Hayden noted as he looked up at you and grinned widely, taking your breath away as it always did. “And your arms are full of groceries. Let me help.”

“Oh, no, you’re fine. Keep playing.”

He just rolled his eyes and walked past you out to the car to finish bringing in the bags. You sat them down and went over to the little girl, kneeling in front of her.

“Hey there,” you greeted softly as she smiled at you and put her fingers in her mouth. “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”

Hayden just stepped in and put the bags down before joining you two.

“This is Briar Rose,” he informed proudly as he gazed at her, then looked back at you.

His introduction triggered in your head and the realization hit you. His daughter. This is the Briar Rose you two had spent so much time talking about.

“Oh! Oh my god! This is Briar!” you gasped. “It’s so lovely to meet you,” you said as you took her hand and shook it and she grinned and giggled.

“Briar, this is my good friend, Y/N. She owns this big house that we’re playing in and she’s nice enough to let Daddy stay here,” he said, pretending to press a button on her stomach, making her giggle. “Isn’t that nice?”

“Yeah,” she concurred, nodding, a happy grin on her face.

“When did she get here?” you asked, surprised and excited.

“An hour ago. Rachel dropped her off,” he informed, thrusting his head over his shoulder.

“Ah, gotcha,” you said, nodding, her name bringing up a bit of jealousy. “Well I’m gonna put the groceries up. I’ll make your dinner and get out of your way,” you said.

“Get out of our way?” he asked as you stood up and walked into the kitchen.

“Well, yeah? Don’t you want some bonding time with Briar? I don’t want to impose. I’ll just go to my room and chill or sing or something,” you responded, shrugging him off with a wave.

“What? No. I want you out here with us. I’d love for you to meet her and get to know her. I’m sure she’d really enjoy it too,” he assured.

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. Go ahead and make lunch and I’ll get her changed so we can go to the park after.”

“Oh! Or I could make up a picnic lunch and we could take it with us!” you offered, excited beyond belief to be able to spend the day with a child, let alone Hayden’s little angel.

“That’s perfect. I’ll meet you back out here in fifteen minutes?” he asked as he hoisted her up onto his hip.

“Yep!”

At that, he took off to his room to get her changed and probably get a to-go pack ready for her, meanwhile you set to work on a nutritious lunch a toddler could eat, as well as filling items for an adult.

As soon as you were all set up, the food, plates, and utensils ready, you met Hayden back near the front door, Briar on his lap.

“I’ll drive, so you can have time with her,” you said with a gentle smile at his beautiful daughter.

“Really?” he asked, astonished, his blue eyes searching yours.

“Yeah, of course,” you assured, smiling up at him.

“Thank you. Let me just grab the car seat from my car and we’ll get going.”

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The three of you shared a wonderful day at the park. It was in the high sixties, warm, with a low breeze. Briar played on just about everything and Hayden joined her ninety-percent of the time, pushing her on the swings, helping her on the jungle gym, putting her on the teeter-totter. You looked on with such awe. Hayden possessed every facet of a father to you - caring, nurturing, fun, involved. So long as he was with Briar, he was smiling and happy it seemed, and it warmed your soul.

He joined you back on the blanket you’d brought.

“Why don’t you join us?” he asked, excited anticipation in his face and voice as he grabbed a cracker and cheese.

“Nah, this is for you and Briar. I’m just here to watch.”

“Nonsense, come here,” he said, grabbing your hand and hoisting you up.

“Hayden, no! No, Hayden!” you said, laughing and pulling away from him. “I’m fine. Really!” you said, chuckling so hard your argument was futile. He eventually let go of your hand and grabbed you around the waist and pulled you over to the swings, sitting you down right beside Briar.

“You gonna swing wiff me, Y/N?” Briar asked with a happy grin on her face as her little hands gripped the chains of the swings.

“I suppose I am. Your dad seems to insist,” you said, laughing up at him as he pushed you once on the swing.

“You need to learn to let go, a little,” he said as he walked over to Briar.

“Oh? Just a little?” you asked with heavy sarcasm.

“Yeah, just a little,” he repeated with a wink.

“Push, Daddy! Push! Higher!” Briar squealed and you reveled in watching the two of them before you suddenly got an idea and hopped up from the swing.

You stood in front of Briar and caught her swing as she was coming forward.

“What happening?” Briar said as she seemed curious, scared, and delighted all in one.

“I’m the tickle monster, and I’ve caught you in a trap. The only way to get out of it, is to give me the secret code word,” you said with a fake, silly, sinister look and voice.

“No!” she squealed and laughed.

You slowly acted as if you were gonna tickle her, letting go of the swing with one arm, the other slowly going towards her side.

“No!” she cried out again.

“You gotta give me the password, then!”

“Pwease?!” she said, giggling.

“Nope!” you said, your hand inching forward. “Guess again!”

“Pwetty pwease!”

“Almost,” you teased as your hand was almost to her pink jacket.

“Pwetty pwease with sprinkles!”

“Yep!” you cheered. “Now hold on tight!” You waited to make sure she had a hold of the swing before letting it fall back to her father. She squealed and giggled the entire way back before he pushed her to you again, where you would grab her and pretend to drop her a few times, before actually letting her go. She seemed to love the thrill of the idea of falling.

The three of you continued to play, and run, and chase, and laugh all over the park. By the end of it, Briar was asleep in her carseat on the way home, and it was already growing dark.

Quietly, on the drive, you told Hayden, “I’m gonna make you dinner, but then I’m gonna go work on writing.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“No, I want to. I had a blast today. It was amazing. But I think you need time with your daughter.” You glanced back at her in the mirror. “I know how much you miss her, I don’t blame you. So you need to have some time with her though.”

“Yeah, we need to have our traditional night of watching Trolls together,” he mentioned fondly.

“Dinner in bed, then,” you corrected lightly as you glanced to him and smiled, him returning it with a warm grin, melting your insides.

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rwby-grimm-guardians · 4 years ago

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RWBY Grimm Guardians Arc 3: Separated Union Ch 9

Side JNPR: Reunions

Welcome back to Separated Union! Here’s the special chapter, Side JNPR and here, Jaune, Nora, Ren, and Oscar talk about the current events and a certain red-head returns.

This takes place a few hours after Side Red III, so it is around lunch time.

As usual, please give constructive criticism and enjoy.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing.

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(1:38 PM)

Oscar walked into the hospital cafe, sighing. He hadn’t realized how much he had been missing his own mother while he was visiting his aunt. The farm boy also noticed Jaune was deep in his thoughts as well, given how the younger teenager accidentally walked in on the blonde talking to one of his sisters on the phone. Speaking of the blonde, Jaune was sitting at a table by himself, rubbing his eyes. He looked...fairly exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

Oscar sat in front of him, asking, “Maybe a dumb question, but are you...doing alright?” “Not really, to be honest…” Jaune said. “Ruby and her mother’s interactions, as well as your interactions with your own mom remind me how much I’m...missing my own family back at home…” He rubbed his back, “I have a few sisters, as I’m sure you know by now. Also got a nephew...” The blonde chuckled, before sighing, “I know they’re safe right now, but...what if I need to be there for them when they need me the most?”

“The world’s getting more chaotic.” He explained. “More Grimm are showing up, forces that are bigger than us are targeting us and the academies; we are heading into dangerous territory.” Oscar nodded in agreement, before Jaune continued, “I...feel like I...need to be there to protect them. I know they can probably keep themselves safe, but…” “I already...technically lost someone I cared about… Almost lost another. I don’t want that to happen again.” He said.

Oscar knew that one of the people Jaune was referring to was Ruby. He assumed the blonde was also referring to Pyrrha. “How long until…?” The younger teenager asked, before the blonde shook his head. Jaune sighed, “No clue. Ruby and Summer did it to save her and not even THEY know when she’s come out.” He took a deep breath, before sighing again. “Gods, I hope it’s soon. The last thing I want right now is for her to be lonely.” He said. “Especially right now…”

Ren and Nora eventually joined the two, sitting next to both Jaune and Oscar. “How’s Ruby’s progress?” The blonde asked. The ginger shrugged, “Hard to say. She says she’s well, though I’m not sure if Oscar’s mom believes her.” “That’d be accurate.” The youngest of the group chuckled. “She has a way of knowing when people lie about their health.” Ren chuckled, “Yeah, that sounds like a mother… From what Ruby’s been saying, Summer’s also like that.”

“Thank gods…” Jaune sighed with a smile. “Speaking of which, how is Ruby’s mom?” He then explained, “She...seemed to be stressed a bit earlier when she asked for Ruby’s uncle.” The green clad teenager nodded, “She had a lot on her mind. From what little she said, she’s...been having nightmares again. Ruby too.” Ren then explained that Summer had a very important catch-up conversation with Anna. “I won’t ask her what they talked about…” He said. “But I did ask Ruby’s uncle why she needed him.”

“He said ‘She’s talking to Ruby’s dad about herself’.” The green clad teenager said. Oscar raised an eyebrow, “So...does that mean Ruby’s mom doesn’t need to hide her identity anymore?” Ren shrugged, “Hard to say, really. Though...from what could tell, she seemed...happy telling Ruby’s dad. Like her anxiety was dissolved.” The group nodded, before falling into silence. They...really didn’t want to talk about Pyrrha currently. Especially when there was no guarantee that they’d see her in their lifetime...

As if on cue, Qrow then walked in and stood next to the group’s table, saying, “Sorry for the intrusion, but Ruby’s on her way. Thought I’d let you know.” “Just...don’t freak out…” He chuckled, receiving confused glances from the group. “How come?” Oscar asked. “Why are you walking around!?” Jaune asked suddenly, queuing the group to turn towards Ruby...holding Summer’s arm as she attempted to stay standing.

“Dr. Pine suggested that I should walk a bit.” The young leader said with a sheepish smile. “Mom insisted on helping.” Both the blonde and Ren sighed with relief, before tiredly chuckling as Ruby glared at them. “You know damn well I’m not insane.” She said loudly, receiving a laugh from her uncle. “I tried telling her that I was probably not ready.” “To be fair, you are doing quite well.” Her mother said, smiling, only for it to fade as she lifted her daughter in her arms, while Ruby’s legs began buckling.

“Was…” Ruby corrected, giving a slight groan. Summer gave her daughter’s abdomen a quick once over. “Is it from your legs?” She asked, receiving a nod from the young leader. Ruby sighed, “I’m okay. Just weak in my legs… Not sure if they’re numb.” Summer raised an eyebrow, “Can you feel them?” Her daughter nodded, “A bit, yeah. Little chilly though…” ‘Well, there’s a good sign, at least…’ The elder Rose thought, sighing with relief. She then said, “Want me to get you a wheelchair?”

Ruby nodded, “Please.” Setting her daughter down in one of the chairs, Summer went off to find Anna and get a wheelchair. Sighing, the young leader pulled her legs to her chest, saying, “Sorry for making you worry there, but I promise I’m healing.” She took a deep breath, before admitting, “Unfortunately, my sleep patterns are NOT.” “Ah...so that’s why you’ve been looking drained.” Ren stated. Ruby grunted, “It’s been getting pretty bad recently.”

The group went silent as soon as they heard a rattling. Jaune then noticed that his shield had come off and had fallen to the floor...even though he was sure he had it secured to his back. A tired, yet genuine grin formed on Ruby’s lips, “Looks like she’s finally waking up, huh…” The blonde turned to her, “How do we know if Pyrrha will...remember us?” Ren and Nora turned to face the young leader, only to see a tired, regretful expression. “We do not.” She said.

As soon as she said that, a mix of yellow, red, and orange energy, in a form akin to that of fire, burst forth from the shield. It then swirled, forming a human body, hair, clothes, and armor, before stopping as the energy dissipated, revealing the form of Pyrrha Nikos, now on her knees. An uneasy silence settled as Pyrrha opened her eyes, taking a look at herself first, before observing her surroundings. “Am I...alive?” She asked, hesitantly. “Or are you all...dead as well…?”

Jaune and Ruby both let out a shuddering sigh as smiles formed on their lips, their right hands over their hearts. The redhead raised an eyebrow, concerned as she asked, “Is...everything alright?” “You’re here…” The blonde said, gently hugging his partner. “So yeah. Everything’s fine at the moment.” Pyrrha cautiously returned the hug, as if she didn’t know if this was real or not. “Where are we, Jaune?” She asked. “Mistral International Clinic.” Ruby answered. “I...kinda got screwed up…”

Pyrrha sighed with a smile as she and Jaune stood up, “I hope you’re listening to your doctor and taking care of yourself.” The younger girl nodded, “Yes, ma’am.” The redhead sighed, looking at her friends. “Looks like I have a lot to catch up, huh?” The newly revived teenager chuckled. “A little.” Ruby smiled sheepishly. “Mom will help out with what happened after…that…” Before Pyrrha could ask what she meant by “that”, everyone turned to the door as a chuckle was heard.

“Well, look who’s finally gotten out of bed.” Summer smirked, entering the cafe with a wheelchair. “I trust you’re feeling well?” The redhead nodded, smiling, “I am now. Thank you, Ms...um…” The former STRQ leader chuckled again, “You may call me Ms. Summer if you want. Finally told Ruby about me, so no need to hide it any longer.” She then put her cloak on Ruby, before lifting her and placing her in the wheelchair. Pyrrha nodded as Summer rolled Ruby up to the table, “I see. Thank you then. Both of you.”

She then raised her arm, “If I may ask, what did you mean by…’that’, Ruby?” Everyone froze, before sighing in unison. “Beacon’s been...practically destroyed.” The young leader admitted. “We...didn’t lose, I think. But we definitely...didn’t really win either.” Summer placed her hands on her daughter’s shoulders, saying, “We had to make a forced retreat.” “From what we know, none of the Grimm got outside of Beacon and the teachers are still active.” She explained.

“So why are we in Mistral…?” Pyrrha asked. “Ozpin had me do some investigating, due to Cinder’s forces being in Beacon.” Qrow explained. “Right now, the trail leads here.” He then raised a hand, “If you are wondering, yes. He’s still alive and currently speaking with Ruby’s doctor, Anna Pine.” The redhead sighed with relief, “That’s one less thing for me to worry about.” An amused smirk formed on Summer’s face, “Nah, you still got plenty to worry about and look after, thankfully.”

“I’d rather worry about a lot of things, instead of blindly think that everything’s going to work out.” She mumbled, unaware that Ruby and Qrow heard her. Her daughter began rubbing the taller woman’s hand as a means to comfort her. The redhead then turned to Oscar, saying, “I see I have a fresh face to meet.” “That Oscar Pine. Met him when we first arrived in Mistral.” Ruby chuckled. “He’s my doctor’s son.” The youngest of the group rubbed the back of his neck, shyly saying, “N-Nice to meet you, Ms. Nikos.”

An amused and flattered smile formed on Pyrrha’s lips, as she said, “Just Pyrrha is fine. It’s nice to meet you too, Oscar.” Summer hid her face in her daughter’s hair as she silently laughed, before whispering, “This kid is too fucking cute. I want to adopt him.” “You could ask Dr. Pine to be Oscar’s godmother.” Ruby whispered back excitedly. “His mom might kill me if I asked.” The former STRQ leader chuckled. Oscar then stood, “I’ll be right back. Mom needs to know that she might have another patient.”

The group chuckled as Summer ruffled the youngest member’s hair as he passed by. After he felt the room, the redhead said, “He’s a cute one. Like a little brother.” “He really is like that.” Jaune smiled. Pyrrha sighed, “It’s good to be home.” She looked at herself once more, noticing that she was armored, looking more like a spartan. She then asked, “Is the...new get-up normal?” The former STRQ leader nodded, “For most Weapon Spirits like us, yes. Arktis...or rather, Willow Schnee is the same.”

“Weiss’s mom, right?” Pyrrha asked, receiving a nod from Summer. “I think it suits you.” Jaune said, observing his partner’s armor. Nora grinned and nodded, “Ditto.” Ren smiled, nodding with a hum. The redhead blushed with a flattered smile, before feeling her partner’s hand holding hers. Squeezing Jaune’s hand gently, she then asked, “Well, would you like to tell me what’s been going on since getting to Mistral?” The group nodded, with Jaune saying, “Sure, though it...might be a little long.”

Pyrrha just chuckled, “That’s perfectly fine with me.”

As Pyrrha began catching up with her team, Qrow looked at Summer, whispering, “Can we talk in the hall? Please?” Raising an eyebrow, his former leader nodded, kissing Ruby’s forehead before following the former bandit into the hall. “What’s up?” She asked. Qrow sighed, “First, I need to apologize. For eavesdropping on you and Ruby last night.” ‘Ah...so that’s who it was…’ Summer thought, before saying, “Well, please explain your reasons and I will.”

Nodding, the former bandit said, “Which brings me to my topic. Firstly, you two need help.” “I’ve spoken to Anna about it when getting the wheelchair.” The taller woman said. “Believe me. I know we do.” Qrow nodded, hoping his sigh of relief went unnoticed by his former leader. “Secondly, you need to see and visit Tai and Rae.” He said. Noticing the tired and annoyed expression on Summer’s face, he added, “Summer, it’ll HELP you. And them as well, if I may add.”

The taller woman raised her hands in mock surrender, “I know, I know…” She then sighed, sitting on the floor. “There’s one problem with that…” She said. Qrow nodded, “I’m aware. You can only really see Tai, as you know where he lives.” “Yang...might be able to help you with Raven.” He said, only to receive a shaking head from his former leader. Summer sighed once more, “Tai won’t talk to her about her mother.” ‘Of course, he won’t….’ The former bandit thought, rubbing his eyes.

“Do they even want me back?” Summer asked. “I’ve been...technically dead for almost 12 years now.” Qrow sighed, sitting next to his former leader as he said, “You know both of them missed you. Raven wants nothing more than to be by your side again and have us safe.” He felt the taller woman lean against him as he continued, “Tai nearly fell apart when he heard about your....’death’.” “Yang told me...” Summer mumbled. “Also said that you were able to help him get back on his feet.”

“Probably one of the only good decisions I’ve ever made.” The former bandit said. “I know Raven, you, and Tai would argue that I’ve done more good things.” “Because you HAVE.” Summer said. “You’ve realized that your tribe was awful and left. You’ve been a great uncle for Ruby and Yang. Hell, I think you’ve done more for Tai than I ever could...” “You flatter me, even though I don’t think the last two are true.” Qrow chuckled softly.

“Raven would say the same.” The former STRQ leader said. A small smirk rose to Qrow’s lips, “Yeah, she would. Much like how I tell her how many good things she’s done.” “That’s something you two need to work on.” Summer said. The former bandit hummed in agreement. The two sat like in comfortable silence, before Qrow said, “I’d be honored to be your brother-in-law.” A warm smile formed on Summer’s face as she chuckled, “Thank you, Qrow. I’d also be honored to be your sister-in-law.”

Chuckling, the former bandit patted his former leader’s shoulder, saying, “I’m going to get some coffee. Want some?” Summer smiled, “Please.” Nodding, Qrow went back into the cafe as the taller woman sighed with a tired, yet content smile on her face. Ruby then wheeled herself out, saying, “Mom, do you have my scroll? I need to text Yang, Blake, and Weiss, please.” Standing back up, Summer raised an eyebrow, “How come…?”

“I was thinking about possibly setting up a virtual meeting.” The young leader said. “Both as a means of checking up on each other and figuring out what to do next.” Nodding, her mother handed her the scroll, asking, “What time?” “How does the day after tomorrow sound?” Ruby asked. Summer nodded, smiling, “That sounds good to me. Though check with your sister and team first.” Her daughter nodded, before tilting her head. “Your right eye looks different.” She said.

“Like...your iris is silver again, but your sclera is red.” She explained. Summer raised an eyebrow, before Ruby took a picture with the scroll and showed it to her mother. Sure enough, the elder Rose noticed her right eye had changed. It was still Grimm-like, but it had her silver iris once more. ‘How the hell did THIS happen?’ She thought. ‘And when? Not to mention why...’ “I’m going to ask Anna about this later...” Summer said. “Right now, setting up that meeting is more important.”

Ruby nodded in agreement, before sending a group text to her sister, Weiss, and Blake...

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And that’s it. I REALLY tried to make this good. I really did. I had plans on bringing Pyrrha back, but this was hard to do. Though I hope it was worth it in the end.

Pyrrha’s new appearance is INSPIRED from this lovely artwork by Razenix-Angel on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/razenix-angel/art/Pyrrha-Nikos-armor-guide-581087124

Anyway, next will be the end of Side White, where Weiss becomes VERY vocal about her decisions.

#rwby #rwby au #grimm guardians au #rwby fanfiction #ruby rose #qrow branwen #Summer Rose #jaune arc #lie ren #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #Oscar Pine

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Exhausting yet Fun

Request: hey it’s my birthday on the 5th and I was wondering if I could request a fic/hc about Steve? Maybe there was a surprise party that the team put together for the reader and there were games and all that. Don’t feel pressured to do this though, I completely understand. Thank you anyways! @marvelfanatic16

Hiya hon! I really wanted to write this for you, so here’s my early present to you hehe! Happy Early Birthday!!! (I would’ve queued this but why not post it now?)

So sorry if this is bad and/or not what you wanted. I’m preparing for school soon and my brain is already in shambles. I just really wanted to give you this!

The title tho..

“Babe, wake up.” Steve gently shook your shoulder, whispering in an attempt to wake you up.

This morning you and Sam went for a run after you lost a bet the other day.

“So if the team likes my mac n cheese better, you and I are gonna go running.”

“Keep dreaming, Sammy.” You patted Sam’s shoulder, confidently walking away with a hot pot of mac n cheese, your grandmother’s recipe. There was absolutely no way you would lose.

“Sam, is that bacon!” - Bucky

“Oh my god, this tastes like liquid gold with pieces of heavenly bacon.” - Tony

“Don’t break up with me darling, but the bacon is killerrrr.” - Steve

Famous last words- “There was absolutely no way you would lose.”

Needless to say, you and Sam had shaken on that deal, there was no turning back.

So this morning from 3am to 6am Sam had you running, jogging, sprinting. Whatever you’d like to call it, bottom line, it was painful.

To make matters worse it was your birthday and no one had said a single word yet.

It’s not like you were trying to be vain or anything, but one day out of the year, it’s nice to feel loved!

As soon as torture time was over, you hopped in a car and headed back to the compound.

Maybe it should’ve been an ambulance

Sam dropped you off at the front before driving off once again. Where was he going at 6:30 in the morning?

You had no clue and if you weren’t exhausted you would’ve bugged him about it.

Moopping to the bathroom, you started a hot shower, grabbing epsom salt for your jelly-like legs.

It’s not that you were physically inactive, no, it was the fact that Sam has suddenly started to run faster, almost catching up to Steve and Bucky’s speed. Come to find out they’ve been training him.

At 7:45 am, now clean and fresh, yet still tired, you crawled back into bed. Steve’s light snores signaling he was still out like a log. Or so you thought.

Turning on your side, your back to Steve, you shut your eyes, until you felt warm hands on your shoulder.

Just as you were about to turn, Steve shushed you.

“Shhh, just go to sleep, doll.”

His sleepy morning voice was groggy but adorable. You could tell he was just as sleepy yet he still continued to lightly massage your shoulders, sending you to sleep.

Now, it was 1 pm and Steve was trying to wake you.

It was a plan.

Last night, the mac n cheese.

Everyone had come together to conspire a plan for your birthday. They all knew you were never one to back down from a challenge. So when opportunity presented itself, they gladly took it.

In reality, your mac n cheese would’ve won had not everyone decided to let Sam win, now enabling them to have time to plan for your surprise party.

While Sam took you on the longest route in hopes of tiring you out, the team rested, knowing very well you’d sleep for hours into the afternoon.

When Sam had dropped you off, little did you know that he was going to get your party decorations and cake.

Andddd while you were sleeping, Steve and the rest of the team decorated the compound.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as you turned on your back to see a showered and dressed Steve sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Steve chuckled and then grabbed your hands, tenderly helping you out of the bed, holding you upright as you were still trying to wake up.

Reaching behind you, he grabbed a fresh cup of coffee, which you happily took, the warmth of the steam hitting your face, a bliss feeling.

“To answer your question, when you're ready, get dressed and meet me in my office.”

A kiss on your cheek and he was gone, and out the door.

Slightly confused, you finished your coffee and left to go get ready.

At 1:43 pm exactly, you walked out of the bedroom and towards the elevator, taking the route to Steve’s office which was two floors above you.

Once again, little did you know, Steve really just wanted you to deliberately miss the kitchen and common room, where the rest of the team resided with all the decorations and games.

It was an annual thing with the team to have a game nice once or twice every month. You all played games from Uno, Battleship, Apples to Apples.

You name it, you played it.

Well, an all time favorite was monopoly, where you all would get on teams and see who’d have the most property and money at the end. A game Tony was terrible at playing.

Soooo they had it for your birthday!

Board games with the team were absolutely hilarious.

You’d all play mario kart but last time that happened, this got a little out of hand, literally. *ahem Natasha*

She may or may not have tried to rip off Bucky's metal arm…

You opened the door to Steve’s office and he immediately jumped up from his desk, totally not fiddling with something in his hand.

He shoved the thing in his pocket and nervously chuckled walking up to you.

“You look gorgeous as always.” He held out his arm and you looped yours within, curious as to why you were leaving the office when you had just shown up.

In the elevator, you could tell Steve was nervous, his foot slightly tapping.

“Are you okay, Grant?”

Grant- a term of endearment you’d always use for Steve.

Unlocking his eyes from the floor, he looked at you and smiled, like he was relieved.

“Definitely.” Steve pecked your lips and escorted you out of the elevator as the door opened up.

Upon entering, you rounded the corner and to the common room, in which the lights were off.

You almost went to turn on the lights when they shot on and the team popped up from their hiding places.

Startled, you jumped onto Steve as he and the team laughed, you joining in on the laughter.

“Happy Birthday, (y/n)!!!!”

You walked forward and smiled gleefully, your cheeks were hurting from smiling so much but it was impossible not to.

“Guys-you didn’t have to do all this for me.” Your hand covered your mouth as you took in all of their lovely work. Wanda came up and hugged you, the other team members coming up to do the same.

“Of course we did! We love you, (y/n).”

At Wanda’s statement you just hugged her tightly and let out happy tears.

This team- well your family! They have shown you so much love, how could you not cry? It was a nice feeling to feel loved and appreciated.

Soon after all the salutations, Steve put his hand on the small of your back leading you to the kitchen, where the lights were also off.

The team followed suit, Tony telling F.R.I.D.A.Y to turn on the lights.

The relaxing ambiance of yellow lights, shown on a beautiful birthday cake.

One Sam had gone to pick up from your favorite bakery, which when you later found out and hugged him to death.

Too caught up in the cake you hadn’t even noticed Steve until he spoke up, the team all standing around with their phones, you looked at them and then down at your boyfriend, on his knee.

Steve’s hand was shaking as he held out a box, and you just wanted to soothe his nerves.

He was so adorable you just smiled sweetly at him as if telling him to proceed.

“Doll, (y/n), I love you so much, you’ve been here for me, you are loyal, loving, and funny. My best friend, and I don’t know what I’d ever do without you. Will you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive by marrying me?”

His little speech was just the cutest and you vigorously shook your head. The ring slipped perfectly on your finger.

Steve stood up and you flung your arms around his neck as he swung you in a circle.

Setting you down, Steve then leaned in for a kiss, the team cheering you on.

The excitement of the proposal was the main topic over the delicious cake, the team already preparing for your wedding.

After cake, Tony giddily whipped out Monopoly, already predicting his win, the total opposite of what actually happened.

Let’s just say that Tony can never. ever. be the banker again.

To end your lovely birthday, you and the team sat around on the couch, watching a comedy Bucky had found.

Joyful laughter filled the room as you looked down at your ring, smiling. Sighing blissfully then leaning into Steve’s arm.

This indeed had been the best birthday, the team succeeding in their mission.

These people were definitely your family and this man beside you, your husband to-be.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 5 years ago

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The Press Tour

New York City, the final stop.

Part I Part II

Warnings: Full smut ahead, but wow is it soft

After looking in the mirror one more time, I sent up a silent prayer to the god who hated me so much, just in case they wanted to make amends, for tonight to go off without a hitch.

This was it, the final stop: New York City.

I knew the boys were tired, but they had done so well, and there had been no more disasters like the one in Italy. In fact, they hadn’t made a single demand of me since that calamitous side trip.

Although, not everything about it was a disaster.

There was this thing now between Rami and me. It was something palpable that had been birthed after our shared bed in that dilapidated motel room. I found myself thinking about him all the time, and I knew he was thinking about me, too.

Our conversations had become more natural, more intimate, and we often found ourselves taking our meals together, whether it be in a little place out of the way in the city we were in or in one of our hotel rooms at some ungodly hour when humans weren’t meant to be doing anything other than sleeping, watching the local news on TV in a language neither of us knew.

And now, as I looked at myself in the mirror, instead of a face full of pure elation, I was haunted by eyes that were trying to suppress a niggling dread. The tour had done just what I’d hoped it would do; it made me a success, and I already had to hire two assistants to help me work on the next press tour bookings.

As of midnight tonight, the Bohemian Rhapsody press tour was officially done.

Tomorrow, Rami Malek, soon-to-be global film star, would be on his way to LA to seek a few days solace with his family after spending so long on the road.

And I would be flying to London by the week’s end to start a new press junket.

Normally, I spent the main events in the wings, dressed head to toe in black, trying my best not to be seen as I worked.

But tonight was a celebration, of the film and of the boys, and a personal celebration of my success. I had chosen a blue, deep v-neck dress that was definitely a stand-out piece. I let hair and makeup have a go at me, although I skipped the heavy red-carpet makeup in favor a more natural look.

I knew I looked lovely.

With one final smoothing of my gown, I grabbed my clutch and headed down to meet the team in the lobby.

As soon as the boys noticed me, I was greeted with a chorus of catcalls that made me roll my eyes and wave at them to stop it. I didn’t need that kind of attention when the Brian May and the Roger Taylor were laughing with their wives and friends a few feet away at the bar. It was surreal to even believe that I was breathing the same air as them.

Besides, all that mattered was the way Rami was looking at me, almost as if he were seeing me for the first time after a long separation, even though we had all sat up in the hotel lobby, late into the night drinking, laughing, and celebrating.

I did my rounds, making sure everything was on schedule, but I could feel his eyes on me and every time I looked in his direction, he was watching me.

After answering a few last-minute questions, I made my way over to the boys, and they began again with the low whistles and praises.

“That’s embarrassing,” I hissed. “I am—and have been—an attractive woman this entire press tour. Show a little skin and you can’t handle it!”

Rami smiled and once again, he stepped in to save a sinking ship.

“It’s not what you’re wearing. You’re glowing, Y/N. Pride? I mean look at this! You did it,” he said, his voice lowering and very obviously filled with pride for my work.

“Rami’s right,” Gwilym added. “We owe you a great big thank you—for getting the film this level of exposure and for keeping us sane along the way.”

“Mmm, sane is a pretty subjective term,” Joe said, drawing chuckles out of us before he looked at me and spoke a very genuine thank you.

I felt myself tear up, so I leaned in and gave Joe a quick hug before rushing off to get everyone properly queued for the red carpet.

* * * * *

Tucked away in a dark corner of the after party, I typed up an answer to an email that just couldn’t wait until the morning.

I sucked in a breath when Rami appeared at my elbow, offering me a glass of champagne.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, his beautiful eyes sparkling.

I took the champagne, grateful for his attentiveness.

“Wait—” he interrupted, his fingers brushing the back of my wrist before the glass reached my lips. “A toast?”

I smiled, nodding for him to continue.

“To us.”

“Alright,” I said slowly, my grin barely faltering as I echoed, “To us,” and raised my glass to my lips.

Our eyes never left one another’s as we drank that first sip of our toast, but our stolen moment was short lived as another throng of people spotted Rami and engaged him in conversation.

With a last, lingering glance, I slipped away.

* * * * *

It was almost 2 am when I slid my key into the lock of my door and cursed as it blinked red. I slid it again, and cursed again.

“Third time’s a charm,” rumbled a familiar, deep voice close enough to my ear to make my arms break out in goosebumps.

“Rami,” I whispered as my eyes slipped shut for a moment, my hand trembling as the card hovered just before the magnetic strip.

His lips pressed quickly against my bare shoulder.

“I know what’s at stake, Y/N. Fate brought us closer together once. Let it decide again. If it turns green, we spend the night together.”

I took a deep breath, shakily exhaling as I said, “You do it—I . . . I can’t.”

In one smooth motion, as if he already knew our fate, he plucked the keycard from my fingers and swiped it through the lock, both of us watching as it blinked green.

My head tried to whip in his direction, but he was already pushing me through the door as he leaned into the handle. As soon as the door clicked behind us, Rami pinned me against the wall and kissed me.

We had come so close that night in the motel and had I known that it would be anything, anything like this, I would’ve just done it—I would have kissed him and then let him fuck me and I would have taken Joe and Gwil’s tormenting with absolute glee.

Rami’s lips molded themselves over mine in that first brutal press that marked him as claiming me. He exhaled into the kiss then began moving his mouth, working mine open until he could slide his tongue between my lips. The feeling of his tongue swirling with mine sent a flood of arousal to my core and a rush of blood to my ears.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe so I pushed him back, just to look in his eyes.

His polychromatic eyes looked dark blue in the dim light of the lamp I had forgotten I had left on. They were alert, despite the exhaustion of the evening, and they flicked between mine, trying to read whether I wanted him to continue or to stop.

Before he could speak, I reached out and grasped his face in my hands, running my thumbs over the smooth skin of his cheeks before I let them fall to ghost over his jaw. His eyes slipped shut and his lips stayed parted as I slid my hands down his neck and to the shoulders of his grey and black-striped suit. I slipped my fingers underneath the jacket and grasped his shoulders, pushing the material down his arms.

He opened his eyes as he wriggled free, and this time, he encircled my waist and pulled me to his body. He stepped into the hug and squeezed me tight, and I thought again about how he had looked at me tonight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran one hand through his hair, the side of my face pressed tightly against his as we both just stood there, inhaling the presence of the other, cementing this fantasy into a reality.

“Unzip me,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Rami made a noise, deep in his chest, and his fingers immediately went to the back of my dress.

I clung to him as he slid the zipper lower, his fingers very purposefully trailing along each newly exposed expanse of skin.

My dress hadn’t allowed for a bra so the first barrier he encountered was the top of my matching, lace panties.

I stepped out of his embrace and moved farther into the room, facing away from him as I raised one foot up to slip off one of my heels, then the other; I worked myself the rest of the way out of my dress, finally letting it pool at my bare feet.

I could feel his eyes on me as I listened to him open the clasp on his watch, the sound of it dropping onto the desk so alluring that it made me shiver. Next went his cufflinks, and then he kicked off his shoes, and I waited, only turning my head when I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Do you know how many times I’ve gone to sleep thinking about your beautiful back? The way your soft skin felt under my fingers? The way all that tension loosened as I worked over your muscles?

“Do you know how often I’ve thought about this freckle?” he asked, his lips kissing my shoulder blade. “Or this one right here?”

I shivered as he kissed near the middle of my back.

“Or how often I’ve imagined running my hands over the gorgeous curves of your waist . . . like this,” he breathed as he touched me, pulling a sigh of contentment from my throat.

“Rami. I—”

“Shhh . . . let me take care of you.”

His touch. His voice. His praise. It was all so much better than anything I had built up in my mind.

I turned to face him, and his eyes ran greedily over my body.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

I smiled at his words and moved forward, wanting him to at least match me in my state of undress.

I worked the buttons on the front of his shirt and pulled the tails from his pants before pushing the fabric off of his body, just like his jacket. I took a moment to run my hands over his olive skin, scratching lightly at his well-groomed chest hair.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around the side of his neck, pushing his chin up with my thumb. I kissed down his neck, before licking back up to his jaw and pressing a kiss near his ear.

“Such a pretty face,” I said, pulling a crooked grin from him as I stepped back, my hands already on his belt.

I worked his trousers open and off without ceremony, and as soon as he was free of everything but his grey boxer-briefs, he pulled our bodies together, our torsos connecting for the first time as he kissed me, deeply and purposefully.

He hoisted me up, tripping over our clothes, and he clumsily deposited me on the bed while he tumbled in painfully on top of me.

“When you replay tonight, leave that part on the editing room floor,” he said, both of us softly laughing.

“No,” I said, still smiling as I situated myself underneath of him. “That was almost as romantic as you untying my shit-covered shoelaces.”

Rami laughed again, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his teeth flashing; god, he was beautiful when he was happy.

“That made the final cut, huh--Ohhh,” Rami breathed out as I cut him off by rocking into his hard cock.

“Ohhh,” I echoed, smiling up at him before pulling him into another kiss.

Rami broke this kiss to begin working his way down my body, moving slowly to learn what I liked, and by the time his lips were kissing along the edge of my panties, I needed him desperately.

He worked my underwear off my legs and tossed them over his shoulder; he grasped my knees and slid his hands up, gently pushing apart my thighs, moaning when he saw that I was glistening.

“So wet,” he murmured, unable to tear his gaze away.

“I need you, Rami—we’ve waited long enough.”

He looked up at my words, then slid off the bed so he could take his underwear off. I barely had time to appreciate his cock before he was between my legs again, his tip sliding teasingly through my wetness.

“Uh, should we . . .”

“I’m good if you’re good—there’s no one else, Y/N,” he said with seriousness.

I nodded and pulled him onto me. He rotated a bit to the side to grasp his cock so he could slide into me, shallowly thrusting until he pushed all the way in and we both moaned.

“Feels better than I ever imagined,” he said before kissing me as he began to move.

“So much better,” I agreed, shifting my hips so he could thrust even deeper.

We built to a rhythm, Rami eventually shifting back onto his haunches so he could pull my body against his hips and thrust deep enough to make me feel lost to pleasure. I reached up to grasp the slats of the headboard and Rami leaned forward to run his hands over my breasts, pulling lightly on my nipples and making me gasp. He trailed his hands back down my body and at this angle, he was perfectly able to work my clit. He settled his hand on my mound and used his thumb to start applying pressure, asking me what I liked.

I directed him until I could no longer form any word other than “yes.”

His thrusts became erratic as he built up my pleasure, and he stilled as I came, watching me as I cried out, moaning, “Rami Rami Rami Rami.”

“So beautiful,” he whispered as he started to move again, and this time, he was moaning with every thrust at how tight and hot I was after my orgasm.

“Come, Rami. I wanna see your pretty face when you come,” I murmured, sitting up on my elbows as I met his thrusts, my own breath still coming in pants.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his hands anchoring my hips as he pistoned into me until he bit his lip and threw back his head as he came, looking just as beautiful as I had imagined he would.

I felt his cum splash inside of me, so hot and so much of it, and I shivered with pleasure as he lowered his head, an indentation on his lower lip where he had bitten down almost hard enough to draw blood.

Instead of pulling out, he settled on top of me, pushing himself still deeper inside. He held himself up, just enough not to hurt me but not so far as to have a gap between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest and I reached up to settle my fingers over his flushed skin.

“I can’t wait to wake up in the morning and do this again,” Rami said, sleep evident as his cock finally softened enough to slide out of me, both of us shifting our hips at the loss of contact.

“Should we, though? Maybe this is better as—”

“If you say that was a one-off, I will walk out of here, naked as the day I was born, bring the guys into this room, along with half of the rest of the tour managers, maybe even Bri and Rog if I run into them along the way, to explain to you what a dumbass idea that really is.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, sighing, “This is going to be so hard. You’re going to LA. I’m going to London—”

“We will figure it out,” Rami said, tucking his arms under me as he rolled onto his back and took me with him, pulling me on top of his body.

I chuckled and shivered at the cool air.

“Cold up there? If you agree to date me, I’ll let you pull up the covers.”

“Rami!” I said swatting at him as I tried to reach for the comforter.

“Nope. Date me.”

I laughed as he squeezed me, his face splitting into a grin as he knew I was trapped.

“Be serious!”

“I’ve never been more serious. You can’t tell me that wasn’t special—you literally cannot tell me that something hasn’t been working to push us together during this tour? How many mudslides could have possibly happened at that exact moment in that exact location at the exact time we all lost service for our cells? Hmm?”

“You’ve really thought about this, haven’t you?”

“I already couldn’t stop thinking about you before that trip—fuck, that’s why we went on the trip. Now, imagine how much I thought about us after sharing a bed with you?”

I didn’t know what else to say so I kissed him. I kissed him because he was right. I kissed him because I was half in love with him already. I kissed him because I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. And I kissed him because no matter what tomorrow brought, I wanted to know that he would be there for it.

“Is that a yes?” Rami said smiling, knowing damned well it was a yes.

“Yes,” I said with an exaggerated huff.

“Good because I’m freezing!” he said, finally releasing me so he could reach down to pull the covers over us.

I shook my head and settled on to my side, waiting for him to wrap his arm around me, just like he did in Italy.

Rami shifted closer, his lips pressing kisses into my back as his arm finally wound around my waist.

“Better not hog the covers this time,” Rami said, his voice husky with impending sleep.

I snuggled back into him, smiling as I fell asleep, no longer needing to rely only on the memory of Rami’s arms around me as we shared a bed.

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dlwritings · 4 years ago

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Firecracker Soul | Dean Winchester

Chapter 11 - Big Girl

pairing - mob!Dean x teacher!ofc

word count - 4,545

warnings - language, body insecurities, oral (f receiving), fingering, daddy kink

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As soon as she got out of the shower, Alice saw she had gotten a text from Dean.

Dean: Do you have a favorite movie?

She responded almost instantly: I have three

Dean: What are they?

Alice: The Princess Bride because it's funny, Matilda because it kind of helped me decide to be a teacher, and Good Will Hunting

Dean: You don't have a reason for that one?

At this, she hesitated. She did have a reason, but the reason led into her talking about her dreams of pursuing a masters degree which would inevitably lead to her talking about Greg which she didn't want to do. So, she simplified.

Alice: There's a lot of reasons. It's complex and tragic but also moving and beautiful. It makes me feel feelings lol

Dean: Got it. You coming over soon?

Alice: Just gotta pack my bag and I'll be right over

When Alice got to Dean's building, she went inside the lobby and saw the usual man at the reception desk. She walked over to him. "Derek, right?" she said.

"Yes ma'am," he said. "You're a friend of Mr. Winchester, correct?"

"Yeah, Alice Berkley," she said, reaching her hand out for him to shake.

"How can I help you, Ms. Berkley?" he asked. She felt herself blush at his formal tone.

"You can just call me Alice," she said to him.

He smiled. "Well how can I help you, Alice?"

"You can tell me how to get to Dean's place without Dean," she said. "Every time I've been here, he's been with me."

"Well, you would need Mr. Winchester's key or key code," he said.

"And I don't have either of those," she said with a chuckle. "I'll just give him a call then."

"I would let you in myself," Derek said, "but I can't break protocol."

"It's fine," she said with a wave of her hand. "Thank you though."

She called Dean, and he was down in less than a minute. He greeted Derek before taking Alice's hand and walking with her over to the elevator.

"I would write down my key code for you," he said, "but I don't like anyone having it written down anywhere just in case it gets into the wrong hands. You can always memorize it though."

"Or I can just make you come down whenever I come over," she teased. Dean playfully rolled his eyes.

"It's six digits," he said. "091305."

"Is that a date or something?" she asked.

"Nah," he said. "Just some random numbers. I try not to make any codes dates because those can be too easy to guess. You'd think putting my mom's birthday or something would be smart, but those dates aren't as safe as you think, especially not for me when I've got about a hundred people who are always out to get me." She nodded in understanding just as the elevator doors opened. She was surprised to see Dean had brought her up to the terrace and not to his apartment. "What're we doing up here?" she asked.

"I'll show you," he said. She furrowed her eyebrows but nodded. When they walked over to the couches, she noticed a huge screen opposite them. Her jaw dropped as she looked at him.

"When did you get this?" she asked, motioning to the projector. He just smiled and sat down on the daybed, patting the spot between his legs for her to sit. She did, and he grabbed one of the blankets and pulled it over their bodies. She noticed then that there was a fire going in a fancy looking pit next to the bed.

"Is this why you asked for my favorite movie?" she asked. He, again, rather than answering, picked up the remote and turned on the projector, showing that he had The Princess Bride queued up on Disney+. Just after he pressed play, he handed her a glass of wine. She hadn't even noticed the snacks and bottle of wine on the table next to them. "You're too much," she said to him with a smile and a shake of her head.

"You say that like it's a bad thing," he said, kissing her cheek with a grin.

"Well I feel a little outmatched," she said, "considering I took you bowling and you're literally fulfilling a dream date of mine I've had since high school." Dean lifted her chin and turned it so she was looking at him.

"This isn't a competition," he said. "I'm gonna love any date you ever plan as long as it means I get to spend time with you."

"Aww," she teased, "you're such a sap." Dean grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Watch your movie."

She thought at first that it would be hard to concentrate on the film when she was so close to Dean, but she underestimated how much she loved The Princess Bride. She didn't even notice Dean watch her as she mouthed the words during some of her favorite scenes or the way her eyes lit up and the corners squinted with every smile and laugh. He liked watching her so much, he almost forgot to watch the movie.

As the movie got closer to the end, Alice did find her mind started to wander. How was she going to tell Dean she wanted to do something? What did she want to do? She wasn't ready for sex yet, but she wanted more than just humping his thigh like the last time. But if she wanted him to use his mouth on her -the thought alone made her shiver, but she was able to pass it off as being cold- didn't that mean she had to do the same for him? She wasn't sure she was ready to give him a blowjob. But that was selfish, right? Didn't guys expect mutual reciprocation? Was she stupid for not being ready to give him a blowjob? Was that something she should always have been ready for? Was she making it a bigger deal that it actually was?

God, she thought to herself. Why am I like this?

The movie ended, and Dean turned off the projector. She put down her wine glass -it had been empty for a while now- and turned to face Dean. He looked at her, somewhat amused, as she straddled his waist. He didn't get to keep that amused look for very long, because she pressed her lips to his. He put one hand on her waist and the other on the back of her head. She could get drunk off his lips, and kissing him made a lot of her fears of the moment go away.

She broke her lips away from his and started kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck up to his ear. "Dean," she breathed in his ear. He hummed back. She couldn't see him, but his eyes were closed as her lips ghosted over his skin. Instead of saying anything, she took his hand and brought it down her body, prompting him to cup her clothed pussy. She sighed against his skin, and his eyes popped open. He hesitantly started rubbing her, and she gasped at the feeling.

"Do you want me to make you cum again?" he asked. She nodded, glad he got the hint without her having to say it. "What do you want me to do?" She bit her lower lip. Maybe he was going to make her say it. She really didn't want to. Why was she so bad at this? Why would he want to be with someone who was so bad at this? He must've been able to sense her nerves, because he started tracing his fingers up and down her spine. "It's okay, sweetheart," he said. "Maybe I can ask you if you want something, and you can say yes or no, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered. While he had one hand on her back, his other hand was still lightly cupping her pussy.

"Do you want to ride my thigh again?" he asked. She shook her head no, and he tsked. "Want you to use your words," he said. "Talk to me like a big girl."

Why did those words make her tummy clench?

"No," she whispered.

"Okay," he said, kissing her neck and rubbing her pussy over her shorts. "Do you want me to get you off like this? I can rub just like this-" He pressed a little harder, and she jumped at the action. "-and get you off real nice. Do you want that?"

She swallowed thickly. "No." Dean smiled and lightly bit the skin of her neck.

"Do you want me to eat you out?" he asked. "You want me to put my mouth on that pretty pussy?" She shivered and gripped his biceps in her fingers.

There it is, Dean thought to himself.

"You can say it, sweetheart," he whispered. "Just say yes or no." Her eyes squeezed shut, and she rolled her hips against his hand.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Yeah?" he pressed.

She nodded. "Yes."

Dean rolled her over so she was on her back, and it made her squeak in surprise. He smiled and kissed her softly, hoping to ease some of the nerves he could tell she still had. He kept his lips on hers while starting to untie the top she was wearing. "I want you to know," he said, kissing down her body as more and more skin was exposed, "that you can say stop whenever you want, and I'll stop."

"Okay," she whispered. She looked down at him and felt her heart leap in her throat. He wasn't looking up at her because his eyes were too focused on marveling at her body. He pushed the top open and helped her sit up to pull it off. He licked his lips when he saw she wasn't wearing a bra, and he kissed her chest, sucking one of her nipples between his teeth, and lightly bit on the flesh before releasing it. He did the same to the other, smiling at the way she was already squirming.

"I'm gonna take these off now," he said, playing with the waistband of her jean shorts.

"Okay," she whispered again. He tugged them down, kissing each inch of her thighs that was exposed. She was wearing a plain pair of black underwear, but Dean wasn't sure he had ever seen anything sexier. He looked up at her through his eyelashes to see she wasn't looking at him. Her eyes were trained up at the sky, her lower lip caught between her teeth. He nuzzled his nose against her thigh and kissed it, then tucked his thumbs in the fabric of her underwear, slowly pulling them down her legs. He tossed the underwear to the side and pushed her legs open.

Alice swore she heard him sigh when he finally opened her up to him, and it made her close her legs and put her face in her hands. "Oh my god," she muttered, "did I do something wrong? Did I mess up?"

"What?" Dean asked, flashing his eyes up to her. "What do you mean? Did you mess up having a vagina?"

"No!" she whined, moving to cover her face with her arms. She mumbled something that she knew Dean didn't catch. He leaned up and moved her arms away from her face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked. She didn't even want to look at him. She was so embarrassed. Finally, she just puffed a breath of air out past her lips.

"I shaved down there for the first time for you and I heard you sigh and I thought I did something wrong."

She immediately covered her face with her hands again, wishing internally that the bed would swallow her whole so she could get out of this moment. Dean moved her hands away again. "You shaved down there for me?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed but his eyes showing slight amusement. She just nodded, feeling like her cheeks were never going to go back to their normal tint. "Sweetheart, you didn't have to do that." She started playing with her hands and looked down so she didn't have to look at him.

"I didn't want you to think I was gross," she mumbled. As she glanced back up at Dean, she saw he was frowning.

"Alice," he said, "you don't ever have to change anything about yourself for me. Not where you grow your hair or don't grow your hair, or what clothes you wear or don't wear, or anything like that. If you want to shave, that's okay, but do that for you, not for me."

"I just know most boys don't like hair down there," she told him. At that, a little smirk grew on his face.

"Well, maybe boys don't," he said. "But men, well, men don't care about that at all."

"You don't?" she asked, nibbling on her lip.

"Honest," he said. "I just want you to be comfortable." He paused and stroked her cheek. "Are you comfortable?" She nodded, and Dean smiled. "Okay," he whispered. He pressed a kiss to her lips, then moved back down her body to push her legs apart again so he could see all of her. He kissed her thighs gently, and she let out a shaky breath. Alice didn't know what to do with her hands, so she ended up resting them above her head and gripping her own hair that was fanned out onto the pillow. She could feel Dean's beard scratch her thighs as he moved his lips closer to her pussy. His hot breath fanned over her, and the suspense of waiting for him to do something was killing her.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" Dean suddenly asked her. Her mouth closed as she looked down at him. As soon as her eyes met his, she tilted her head back up and closed her eyes again.

"No," she whispered.

Dean wanted to take his time. This was the first time anyone touched her pussy. That was something to savor. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were already parted. God, if he could take a picture-

Was he lucky or what?

He hummed and kissed her thigh again. She waited, heart pounding, for him to do something, and she jumped when his tongue finally touched her. He pushed his tongue between her lips, sliding up and down with long, slow strokes. Her thighs moved closer to his head, but Dean held them apart with his hands. He held them close enough to him though that she could still feel the scratch of his beard against her skin. With every lick of his tongue, he moved deeper and a little faster. At one point, he moaned, and the vibration caused her lips to part as she let out a breathy, "Oh."

Dean smiled against her and moved his tongue a little faster until finally, he flicked her clit and looked up at her for her reaction. She shrieked and grabbed his head, so he stopped his movements. She didn't say anything, and her eyes were still closed. With a smile, he tentatively pressed his tongue flat against her clit, massaging it in slow circles. "Daddy," she whined, lifting her hips.

Dean's actions froze, and he looked up at her. Alice's eyes had grown wide, and she refused to look down at him. She was mortified. Did she really just say that out loud? Crap. Crap. Stupid Christine putting the daddy kink thoughts in her head. That felt like ages ago. Why was it coming to her brain now?

"Look at me," Dean said, his voice commanding. She obeyed immediately. He kept his eyes on her as he pressed his tongue against her clit again, massaging it even more slowly than he had before. She closed her eyes, and Dean growled, lightly nipping her thigh. "Eyes on daddy," he ordered. She tugged her fingers through his locks, nodding her head and looking down to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he said. "Now, what do you want?"

"I, I don't know," she whimpered, her breathing heavy. "More."

"More?" he repeated.

"I-" She whined and lifted her hips again, fighting against his arm that had loosened its grip on her. "I don't know, Dean. More."

"Can I try a finger?" he asked. Her head was hazy with pleasure, hating that he was doing so much talking and not so much doing.

"Yes," she said. "Just, please, daddy."

Her words made him growl and bring his lips back down to her core. He had to stop himself from shoving his fingers in her without warning. The things she did to him. He licked slowly across her lips again before focusing on her clit once more. While keeping pressure on her clit, he brought his pointer finger to her opening and slowly slid it in. She whimpered, and Dean noticed her thighs tense. He pulled his lips away and kissed her thigh. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Mhm," she hummed, not looking down at him. "Just feels different." Dean nodded and pulled his finger out to drag some of her slick onto her clit. He slid his finger back in and used his thumb to rub circles on her clit. "Dean," she moaned, her grip on his hair getting tighter. He could feel her squeezing his finger, and he couldn't imagine how she would squeeze his cock once the day came. For now, he focused on easing another finger inside her. She was writhing on the bed, and he used his free arm to once again hold her down to the bed.

"Dean," she said through heavy breaths. "I think, I think I'm gonna cum."

"I can feel you getting tighter," he said, kissing across her thighs again. "Cum for daddy, sweetheart." When he curved his fingers, finding her g-spot with ease and pressing up against it, she let out a soft cry and came around his fingers. The feeling clearly caught her off guard, because she tried to scoot away from Dean's touch. He held her down and shushed her, slowing his fingers down, removing the pressure on her clit, and helping her ride out her orgasm.

When her body relaxed, Dean pulled his fingers out of her. She whined at the feeling, and he chuckled before sucking his fingers clean. She hadn't moved, and her eyes were still closed. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was opening and closing her mouth like it was dry. "Sweetheart," Dean said, lightly tugging her leg to get her attention.

"Hm?" she hummed, not opening her eyes. He couldn't hide his grin.

"How about I run you a bath?" he offered.

A bath. That sounded heavenly. She nodded but didn't bother moving from the bed, and she heard Dean laugh again. "Okay," he said. He grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her, then lifted her off the daybed and carried her bridal style back to the elevator. When they got back into the house, he brought her to the bedroom where he laid her on the bed, then kissed her forehead. Her eyes were still closed, and he couldn't fight the chuckle that left his lips as he stroked her cheek. "I'll go run you a bath and get you some water," he said, "and then I'll help you into the tub, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered.

Alice wasn't sure how long Dean was gone, but she hardly reacted when he lifted her from the bed, carried her into the bathroom, and helped her into the tub. The water was the perfect temperature, and she moaned in relaxation. Dean felt his still hard dick twitch in his pants, but he ignored it.

In time.

Dean took off his jeans just so he could sit on the edge of the bathtub without getting them wet and rested his legs behind her back. "Want me to wash your hair?" he asked.

"Sure," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't help but smile. Had that one orgasm really worn her out that much? It was endearing.

"Can you get your hair wet for me, sweetheart?" he asked. She nodded and tilted her head back into the tub, her eyes closed, as she wet her hair. When she sat back up, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her cheek. She smiled, but kept her eyes closed. He squeezed some shampoo on his hand and worked it into her hair. She hummed contently, and he could see her shoulders relax.

He couldn't stop himself.

"So you want to call me daddy?"

Alice's shoulders tensed just as fast as they had relaxed, and he only felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry," she said. "It just, it slipped out. It was weird, I'm so sorry." She put her face in her hands, and Dean's guilt increased. He slid over so he was sitting on the side of the tub and moved her hands, then lifted her chin. She looked silly with the shampooed hair sitting in a pile on top of her head. Her face was wet now, and her lower lip was jutted out in a pout. Dean couldn't help but grin and reach out to lightly pinch her bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger.

"Don't say sorry," he said. "You don't need to be sorry for something like that."

"It's not weird?" she asked. Dean licked his lips, lifted her hand, and brought it to his still somewhat stiff cock. She took in a sharp breath, and he noticed her cheeks turn red.

"That's what you did to me, Alice," he said. "And that's not even the hardest I've been tonight."

"And that's cuz I called you daddy?" she asked. His dick twitched at the name, and her lips parted at the feeling. She got flustered and let her hand drop. Dean lifted her chin again so she was looking at him.

"That's cuz you called me daddy, came on my fingers, and cuz you taste so fucking sweet," he said, bringing his lips to hers. He kissed her gently and pulled away, keeping his lips close to hers as he said, "I'm half hard every time I'm around you, baby. That's what you do to me."

Dean finished washing her hair and brought down the detachable showerhead to help her rinse it out. He grinned, thinking about how someday he'd give her an orgasm with that. But not tonight.

He got her a clean towel and helped her out of the tub, wrapping the cloth around her body. She was complacent as he helped her into the underwear she brought in her bag and the Led Zeppelin t-shirt she usually wore to bed. In the bag she brought with her was a brush, so Alice got it out and untangled her hair so she could braid it over her shoulder. She noticed him staring at her, and she cocked her head to the side. "What?" she asked. Dean blinked as if he needed to refocus, then shrugged.

"Lexi always asks me to braid her hair," he said.

"Why?" she asked. "Don't Jess and Hannah know how to braid?"

"They do," he said, a smirk growing on his face. "But I'm her favorite." She rolled her eyes with a smile, and Dean changed into a clean shirt and joined her on the bed. She undid her braid and patted the bed behind her. He raised his eyebrows at her.

"C'mon," she said. "Let me teach you." He still looked skeptical. "Wasn't it you who said that if you're going to teach me stuff, I should be teaching you something too?"

At this, Dean laughed and obliged. Alice handed him the hairbrush, and he brushed out her long locks, pushing it to the side a few times so he could kiss her neck, which always resulted in her giggling until she made him focus again. "Should I teach you a normal braid or a french braid?" she asked.

"I think I can handle a normal braid without you teaching me," he said. Now it was her turn to raise her eyebrows.

"Prove it," she said.

Yeah, he needed help.

The pair spent at least twenty minutes in bed as Dean tried to braid her hair. He managed a regular braid after only two tries, but once she started to teach him the french braid, he got easily frustrated and kept taking it all apart and starting over whenever he got confused. When he finally gave up, she did the french braid herself and tied it off with the elastic she had around her wrist. "Don't worry," she teased, "we'll keep practicing. I wouldn't want you to let Lexi down."

Dean chuckled, and they both laid down under the covers. She turned on her side so she was facing him. He noticed the way she was nibbling on her upper lip. "What's on your mind?" he asked. She released her lip and sighed.

She had been so blissed out after everything happened that she hadn't thought about the reciprocity thing she had been so worried about earlier until she was in the bathtub. "Don't you ever want me to do anything for you?" she asked. Jo's words were running through her head again. "I know we haven't done a lot, but I, I feel bad that you keep doing things for me, and I'm not doing anything for you."

Dean turned so he was also on his side facing her, and she noticed the crease between his eyebrows again. She reached out and smoothed it out. "Don't think about what she said," he told her, like he was reading her mind. "I told you. I'm happy doing this at your pace."

"I just don't want to be the only one getting something out of this-" She hesitated.

What was this?

Dean had called her "his girl" at the meeting, but what did that mean? Was it too soon to put a label on this? They had been on two official dates, plus what had just happened on the roof. That wasn't counting the random time he showed up at her front door or the times she went to family dinner with him.

"Alice?" he said. It sounded like he had said her name a few times. She looked at him. "I'm not just doing this to get my dick wet, okay?" he said, referring to what Jo had said earlier. "Remember what I told you the other day? I like you." He stroked her cheek and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. "And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, if that's something you'd like to be."

Alice tried to control the giddy look on her face, but Dean could see through her. Still, he decided not to embarrass her and just stayed quiet. "Yeah," she whispered, giving him a short nod. "I'd like that." He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "Still," she said when he pulled away, "I'd like to do something for you sometime. You'll just, you'll have to teach me."

Dean smiled. "I'd be happy to."

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Idk if anybody asked you this but... DOMESTIC MODERN AU WITH KAIGAKU.

ahshahahahaj ANON YOU'RE SO BRAVE, I DROPPED EVERYTHING I'M PLANNING TO WRITE TODAY.

I saw Kaigaku as problematic character at first, from Himejima incident until he became demon. But now, I didn't think he's purely evil.

This dynamic is kinda different from other DomModernAU I wrote, but I really hope you like it when it comes to understanding your partner.

Kaigaku x Reader (Domestic Modern AU)

You met Kaigaku first in high school when he's... Well, let's say, not in so good state. He was all beaten up in the corner of the street, with bruises and scratches everywhere.

You offered him a hand, but he just slapped it out and said, "Get the fuck out."

But, since everybody labelling you with 'Stubborn girl', you didn't give up. He did angry and tried to pulled out his hand when you grabbed it.

"Stay still." You didn't care, you had strength to make him being a good boy and finally, he let you treat his wounds.

You put giraffe figure plaster to cover his scratch on the forehead. "Done. You're Kaigaku, right? I'm (y/n). We're in the same class. I don't know what are you into but please take care of yourself."

You stood up and leave that place, leaving Kaigaku who dumbfoundedly sat there.

It was an old story, and you still wondering how the fuck he could end up stole your heart. You're both university student, and Kaigaku took the same class as you.

And now you wake him up in the morning like a daily couple should be.

"Kaigaku, wake up."

He jumped and sat in no time, yawning and looked at your bed hair.

"Bird nest." He ruffled your hair before went to the bathroom.

After clothings and vice versa, you cooked breakfast. He stared at you silently.

"Is there something matter?"

"Your satin, I don't like it. It's too transparent. Change it to hoodie or something."

"It's just-"

"Change it." You sighed.

"Yeah, yeah. After I finished this one."

He was almost like that everyday, scanning on what you wearing and didn't want you to be flashy. But you know, deep down, he just don't want anything happened to you. He's an overprotective type.

He stood up and hugged you from behind. "Are you mad at me?"

"Guess." You turned off the stove, putting two eggs on the plate and looked up at him.

"Huh, is that a challenge." He kissed you on the lips, light-bite your lower. You bite his upper lips, cupped his cheek, brought him closer.

"Not now." You pushed him while he grinded his hips towards you. "We have class, Kaigaku."

He clicked his tongue and brought the plate after stealing forehead kiss from you.

"Kaigaku is a bad influence. Did you ever consider breaking up with him?"

"There are so much people better than him."

These words were from your daily conversation with your uni's friends. It gradually asked until you become bored of it.

"No."

"But-"

"Do you know the proverb that saying, "Even demon could shed tears too"? He probably looked like a bad guy, but I still believe that he has good side."

You believed in him. And he never break your trust towards him.

He really became tame and good boy when you are around. On the other hand, people were really afraid of him.

But Zenitsu, his only 'friend', didn't really close to him

When Kaigaku took your seat and you queued up on cafeteria, you met Zenitsu. He asked about how you're doing with him.

"I had to admit, I adored your bravery, (y/n)."

"What, no..."

"Everyone distances themselves from him, everyone saying that he forced you into this relationship, but I know he's not and you're different." He scratched his cheek. "Somehow, as his 'friend', I should thank you. Our grandpa really at ease when he knew you're there to make him better."

That's how Kaigaku portraits around him. Scary, malicious, and unscrupulous.

You didn't pity him nor change him fully, you know you aren't God, you can't change human's trait easily as flipped your palm.

But instead, you taught about kindness, adoration, gratitude and appreciation. Slowly, but steadily, until he understanded the essential of being alive.

And having a partner.

That's how you live and you don't want to be bothered by some merely comments and opinions.

Simple, you love him because he's Kaigaku.

Kaigaku probably wasn't romantic type but he always made sure to give you enough affections everyday.

Like, on day-off, he baked apple pie out of nowhere, and shoved it on your face.

"Eat."

"You made this?"

"Ya." You take a bite, feeling the crunchiness on outside and melted inside.

"This is great, it's delicious! I don't know you could make apple pie."

"Well." He became smug. "I know I could cook better than you."

"Then, you should cook for dinner instead of me."

"No, I don't want to, I'm lazy."

"You little dipshit." He laughed while putting the plate on the table.

"Beside, I love your cooking more than anything else." He mumbled.

"Hm? You said something."

"Nothing, wipe your mouth geez."

He's actually smart and often taught you on exam when you met difficulties, but you had to hold your grudge to punch him because he often called you "Dummy" whenever you asked him about a question you don't understand.

But in the end, his teaching method is the best for your dumb brain.

And scolding, he's more garrulous, even more than your mom. He would correct almost everything wrong on your life.

Which one life's is being 'corrected' right now, you're so confused.

Sometimes, both of you went on date. But not really often, because he growled at people who stared at you for too long. You just chuckled, because you thought he's like a dog or wolf and he became flustered. He thought you didn't deem it seriously.

You literally didn't have to do anything, just smile everyday, and it will make him soft.

He always picked you up from your night shift part-time work.

Because one time you went home alone, he's panicked because you didn't pick his call nor came home on time. So he hurriedly went to the convenience store you worked on.

And you were there just in time before closing the store.

"Kaigaku, why are you here?" He rushed and hugged you, put his head on your shoulder. You could feel him trembling. "Calm down, okay? It's not like-"

"You didn't pick my phone! I thought there's something happened to you! I- I couldn't-"

"I'm sorry." You caressed him back. "There are so many things I had to sort on. That's why I came home late. I forgot to bring my charger with me. Sorry for making you worry."

After that, he will wait for you in front of the store while gazing at the sky. When you finished, you went home together with him.

He often told his problem and people who nag on him when it's dinner time. Sometimes, you listening, sometimes you gave your opinion. Nothing much.

If there are no assignments, you sleep earlier with him. He likes to put his nose on your crook, or your chest. The inside beat made him happy, knowing you still beside him until today.

You usually slept first.

He awoke at night, not feeling sleepy at all, so he just stared at your peacefully sleeping face, while slowly caressing your cheek. He pulled something from his neck, omamori necklace you made for his protection.

It was made by brocade silk bag and the lace was made by satin.

He opened the silk bag, and took a thing from its inside.

Something really precious for him. For the first time in forever, there's something he cherished and protected with his heart.

The giraffe plaster.

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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You’re All That I Need Chapter 17

Title: You’re All That I Need Chapter 17

Summary: It’s the early 80’s and Nikki Sixx is in need of a band. There’s one condition: no other alphas. That should be fine, since he found three betas to fill up the lineup to become Motley Crue. Or, at least he thinks they’re all betas. A collab between myself and @callme-kaz2y5-baby!

Series Warnings: M/M smut (18+ only please), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, language, slight drug use, protective Nikki, extremely funky timeline (might add more as we go)

“Vince, wait,” Mick sighed. “Wanna come in and watch a movie for a little bit?”

"Yea, thanks Mick," Vince answered, blushing a little. They headed into Mick’s room. It seemed a lot darker than Vince’s, with dark furniture and such.

“Pick your poison,” Mick motioned to some tapes on a shelf. “I’m gonna put some shorts on.” He went to the corner of the room to change.

Vince scanned the tapes on the shelf, not feeling a horror flick or anything heavy when his eyes landed on Star Wars: A New Hope.

"Got one," He flashed a smile, brandishing the tape.

“Good choice,” Mick chuckled. “But just admit that you picked it because you really like Carrie Fisher.”

"She is hot, but Harrison Ford he's the one that's worth watching for," Vince answered with a smirk and wink. Mick was getting the movie queued and Vince pulled the covers down on Mick's bed.

"Ah, do not get in my bed with your dirty jeans on" Mick scolded.

"You're lucky I'm wearing underwear today," was Vinces only response before pulling off his jeans and socks.

“Thank god,” Mick laughed, but when Vince bent over to pull his pants off, Mick may have snuck a peek. He licked his lips a little before shaking his head. Vince didn’t feel that way about him, so why get himself worked up?

Vince was pleased with the excuse to take his pants off, and climbed into bed to wait for Mick. After Mick got the movie started he climbed into bed next to Vince, making sure not to crowd him.

"Not gonna bite.... unless you want me to," Vince teased, patting the bed next to him.

“You’re hopeless,” Mick laughed as he sat by Vince. At some point during the movie, Mick threw an arm around Vince to let him get more comfortable. Mick’s eyes started to get heavy as they continued to watch. Vince had curled into Micks side like he belonged there and they were both fast asleep before Luke found the princess.

At some point in the night, Mick somehow moved them so they were laying down and curled up under the blanket, holding on to each other. Each of them was dreaming about the other, and that caused Vince to press closer to Mick in his sleep and Mick to let off a small, happy moan. It was almost like Vince was his omega, and in Mick’s dream, he was.

Morning seemed to come too fast. Mick woke first, basking in the warmth of a partner in his bed, it took him too long to remember he didn't have a mate. He opened his eyes slowly as the night before came into focus and took in the shock of bleach blond hair fanned out on his chest. Mick decided to just enjoy the moment, and not to anticipate the fallout that would occur when Vince woke up. Vince moved closer to him in his sleep, looking for the warmth of the alpha. His eyes started to flutter open and he looked up at the body next to him.

“Uh...morning…” Mick grumbled. Vince stretched a bit, and curled back into Micks side.

"Mmmmm, morning," Mick stared down at the top of Vinces head, that was not the response he expected. "Mick, I can hear you thinking, and it's too early for thinking." Vince said sleepily.

“I...you’re not freaking out?” Mick asked, a little amused.

“Why would I be?” Vince asked, yawning.

“Because...it’s me…” Mick told him. Vince’s eyes snapped open and he looked up at Mick.

"I'm not freaking out because it's you, did I absorb your IQ last night?" Vince said with a coy smile.

“I just…” Mick just shook his head. “You can stay. I’m gonna go shower or something…”

"Hey, Mick?" Vince reached out for him before he could get out of bed.

"What?" was the only response Mick could get out before Vince kissed him. After a moment, Vince pulled away and waited. He looked at Mick and saw a flash of red in his eyes before he was pinned to the bed, Mick’s lips on his in a heated, passionate kiss. Mick started kissing along his jaw as Vince wrapped his arms around him, letting off soft noises. Mick kissed his lips deeply again before moving to his neck.

“Mine,” Mick growled softly. Vince wasn’t sure if he imagined it or not, but god, he hoped he didn’t.

"Yours," Vince moaned, he felt, more than heard, the possessive growl from deep in Mick’s chest. They were so wrapped up in each other they missed the first knock at the door.

"Yo Mick!" Nikki shouted from the hall before pounding on the door, "I can't find Vince."

The door swung open revealing a panting Mick, and behind him spread on the bed, a very disheveled Vince.

"Oh look you found him," Nikki chuckled. "We're planning on leaving in 45 minutes."

“Okay,” Mick nodded. He looked back at Vince, and when he went to look back at Nikki, he was gone. “I, um, sorry Vince. I don’t know what came over me.”

"Don't apologize, I think it's been coming for a little while and I enjoyed it. Did you?" Vince asked, hoping he was right.

“I did. A lot,” Mick cleared his throat. “I’m gonna go shower before we leave.”

"Yea probably a good idea, or we could just make out?" Vince suggested with an eye waggle.

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm not dealing with you wearing day old clothes and complaining all day," Mick chuckled, shooing Vince out so they could get ready. “Maybe if you’re good and go shower, if we have time left, we can make out some more.” He wasn’t sure if that would work for Vince or not, honestly.

"Fine," Vince pouted but let himself be shooed out. Once he heard the door close behind him he rushed to his room he wanted to make sure he looked good for his alpha. He couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t an omega, but damn, he felt like one trying to attract an alpha. And he really wanted to impress Mick.

And honestly, the idea of getting manhandled like that again was an extra bonus, and he hoped they’d have time to do that some more before they had to leave.

****

Mick leaned on the closed door and took a deep breath, he needed to get himself together. Vince was not an omega and even if this were to maybe work, he wasn't sure he could handle the heartbreak later.

20 minutes later and Mick was ready to go. He straightened the bed when he noticed Vince's pants on the floor. He picked them up and headed down the hall to return them.

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 6 years ago

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Eyes Wide Open (SMUT)

jessevans said: Hi! you could make a imagine of the reader going to watch Ben playing soccer. (Feel free to write as you wish. I have no idea how I would write this lol.) But is that when I see the photos of Ben playing in 2014 ... I do not know, do things with me, you know ?!

(a/n: i wasn’t sure if you meant fluffy things or smutty things but ben does a lot of inappropriate things to me in that uniform so that’s the direction I took it in, w a little sprinkle of fluff – blink and u miss it!!! also title is pretty much unrelated it was just the song I was listening to when i queued this up and i couldn’t think of a title - but listen to Eyes Wide Open by Gotye thank you)

Really, you hadn’t meant to jump Ben’s bones when you got back to your shared flat. You’d planned on letting him shower to get the mud and grass off of him, as well as make him smell a hell of a lot better – he was a sweaty boy, especially after a full match of football.

But life had a funny way of working out. And it had an incredibly funny way of teasing you, this time, in the form of a tight-fitting football uniform that was coming off in record time as Ben made his way down the front hallway with you, interrupted only momentary by desperate kisses and exploring hands.

Ben was playing a charity celebrity match with a bunch of other actors and the likes, and you’d started out at the beginning just admiring the fit of the uniform on Ben innocently. But as the game went on, he got sweatier, and then he was red, just as red as he got whenever he was on top of you, groaning out your name like it was the only word he knew. When he was gasping for air, you couldn’t help but think of all of the breathless moments he had when you’d go down on him, and suddenly you weren’t okay anymore.

In fact, you weren’t okay the whole ride home, so against your better judgement, you started being just a bit of a brat.

“God, he took a tumble, didn’t he?” Ben laughed, clearly still wired from the game but far less of a mess. Your hand rested on his thigh, wrapped up in his hand, and you hummed in assent, squeezing his hand before letting go of it, just resting your palm on his thigh. “Thought I was going to send him to the A&E, thank God he was okay.”

“That would have been a disaster,” you giggled, moving your hand to his inner thigh and ignoring his curious looks as you swept your thumb across the skin for just a moment, testing your boundaries. But he wasn’t saying anything, so you kept going, both with your hand and your words. “Did you have fun?”

“Of course,” he replied, like it was obvious, but there was a slight edge to his voice as your hand nonchalantly crept up his thigh, approaching the intersection of the inseam of his shorts, which were bunching up around his legs to reveal the unnervingly delicious thigh muscles previously hidden from view. When you moved your hand to the waistband of his shorts and located the drawstring, he let out something between a hum and a growl as he gave you a look of warning. “Y/N, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“Lots of things,” you plainly admitted, sending him a wicked smile before tugging at the drawstring gently, slowly coaxing it out of the knot he’d tied it in. Ben shifted his hips, gripping the steering wheel tighter but not smacking your hand away. He was in rush hour traffic, and didn’t really want to kill the two of you.

“Love, as much as I’d usually love road head, can this wait until we’re home? Going to bloody wreck the car if you keep going.”

“I trust you,” you murmured innocently, finally getting the string untied and slipping your hand between his shorts and compression shorts. The entire time, your eyes remained on him, watching his reaction, the way his jaw locked and tensed up when you brushed your fingers over the outline of his cock in his compression shorts. You could feel the wetness gathering between your legs, soaking your underwear slowly, and you let out a happy noise at the feeling, knowing it was Ben who made you this much of a mess, even when he didn’t try.

“Y/N, I’m serious,” he warned, but there was a wavering in his voice that betrayed him – he couldn’t resist your touches, or the way you looked up at him through your lashes as he glanced over at you.

“I am too,” you fired back, an impish grin on your face as you palmed him fully through the thin layer of clothing between you, a choked groan forcing its way up out of his mouth as he gripped the steering wheel so hard, you swore he could have ripped it off. Moving your hand just slightly so you were stroking him, massaging him through his shorts, you took your lower lip between your teeth to hold back an even bigger grin as he tried and failed to look upset with you. “Just can’t help myself,” you murmured, Ben’s hips minutely rocking into your touch when a finger brushed over the tip of his cock.

“Jesus,” he breathed out brokenly, so quiet you barely heard it, and his face went a bit red as his jaw set again. He focused as hard as he could on turning onto the street of your flat complex, barely making it up to your parking spot and killing the ignition before he unraveled, a bundle of tension releasing as he rutted his hips forward into your hand. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?” he cursed under his breath, reveling in your touch for a few more seconds before he sighed and pulled your hand out of his shorts, unbuckling himself so he could climb out of the car and hurriedly usher you inside.

And now here you were, sans all of your clothes except for your underwear and his compression shorts, having barely made it to the bedroom before Ben was on you again. Pinning you down to the bed as he captured your lips with his, Ben reeled you in for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss while he wasted no time in pushed your panties to the side. His fingers delved into your folds immediately, and you moaned needily into his mouth, receiving an appreciative grunt in response.

“Have you really been this soaked since the game?” he questioned, his voice deliberately slow and gravelly as he pulled away from the kiss to look down at you squirming at his touch, eyes still squeezed shut. When you nodded, almost imperceptibly, a self-satisfied grin made its way onto his lips as he rubbed a wider, lazy circle around your clit. “Dirty girl. Couldn’t even wait to get here, huh? Needed me that bad?”

“So bad,” you moaned out as his fingers gradually quickened their pace on your clit, making a mess of you quickly. You rested a hand on his arm, tangling the other into his hair, and finally opened your eyes, a low groan leaving Ben’s lips as he saw how blown-out your pupils were as you gazed at him with a glassy look, on cloud 9 from the attention you were finally receiving. “I love you, Ben,” you breathed out, your chest rising and falling rapidly as Ben moved his fingers downwards, teasing at your entrance and making you shiver in anticipation.

“I love you too, baby girl, so much,” he crooned, and you barely had time to smile in response before he slid two fingers into you, kissing your shoulder as he did so. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he continued, starting to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy agonizingly slow. But you didn’t have any response and couldn’t muster up the strength to whine about it – you were too busy trying not to lose your mind at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, getting you ready for him. It was maddening, and you felt impatience boiling up inside of you, threatening to spill over as he coaxed a particularly dirty moan out of you when he curled up his fingers inside of you. “Oh, you liked that,” he observed, chuckling when you whined impatiently and tugged on his mussy blonde hair a bit.

“Need you to fuck me, Ben,” you whimpered, your breath ghosting along his lips as he brushed noses with you, seeming to be considering the idea. But you knew he couldn’t resist. The way he strained at his compression shorts, begging to be set free – Ben was aching to take you, but he always made you ask first. Usually, nothing got him off more than the sound of you begging to get fucked, and today was no exception. “Please, babe.”

“Please what?” he asked, prompting you to clarify as he pulled his fingers out of you, eliciting a whine from you at the loss. He tugged your panties down and off, stepping off the somewhat-lofted bed as he pulled you to the edge of it by your ankles. But his eyes never left yours, not even as he took off his compression shorts, freeing his cock and immediately taking it into his hand as he came to stand in front of you. His hand was lazily stroking at his shaft, which was painfully hard and leaking a bit of precum. This was driving you nuts - you couldn’t believe he was being so relaxed about this whole thing when you were right there for the taking. “What do you want, Y/N? I want to hear you say it.”

“Just fucking take me already!” you whined, pouting a bit when he casually leaned over you and unclasped your bra, pulling it off as well. That wasn’t enough, clearly. “Ben, I need you inside me, please!”

To add to your convincing, you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him almost flush against you as he stumbled a bit, a small hiss leaving his lips and a satisfied gasp leaving yours when the tip of his cock grazed up against your clit. Before he could even pull away, you were propping yourself up on your elbow, reaching down to take his cock in your hand and pump it quickly. You met his eyes as he let out something between a groan and a grunt, unable to vocalize his thoughts as you teased the tip of his shaft with your thumb, smearing precum around and making a shiver run up his spine.

He couldn’t even keep you at bay this time – he was a certified wreck as you stroked him, his hips thrusting forward into your hand erratically. His fists were digging into the mattress as he struggled to support his own weight, a shaky breath leaving his slightly swollen lips. When he finally reopened his eyes, the green of his irises were almost completely outweighed by his pupils, completely fucked out from arousal and unfocused.

He looked a bit conflicted as his chest rose and fell, shallow breaths coming and going with it. “Baby, I don’t think we’ve got any condoms,” he managed to choke out, trying to slow his hips down, but he wasn’t having much luck, so he buried his face in your neck, trying to hide the sheer amount of unbridled pleasure on his face. “

“Just go raw,” you murmured, your lips brushing up against his ear and making his hips rock forward suddenly as he cursed under his breath.

“If you say so,” he grunted, and he pulled away from your neck as you released your grip, letting him line himself up before he slid right into you, stretching you out a bit and letting a string of unholy words fall from his mouth as he completely sheathed himself inside your velvety walls. “J-Jesus Christ,” he finally managed to stutter out, stilling inside of you as he let you adjust and fighting every urge to just start pounding into you.

You were just as much of a mess as he was, a satisfied moan leaving your lips as he bottomed out. A dizzy feeling danced its way through your body as the sight of Ben’s muscles tensing and un-tensing underneath his skin drove you wild, so you tapped at his arm, nodding, and he let out a breath he’d been holding as he started to pull out before thrusting back into you.

Although he tried to keep it at a respectable pace, he didn’t really last long doing that. Your impatience started boiling over once again, and though you could sometimes enjoy a laidback pace, you needed him right now.

“Ben,” you said quietly, getting his attention and making his eyelids flutter open as he kept up his pace, his lips parted slightly from the exertion. “Fuck me harder.” A dark look flashed in his eyes, just for a second, and he exhaled shakily before gripping your hips tightly and snapping his hips forward.

One particularly loud moan of his name was all it took – the dam broke, and he was suddenly fucking into you at a quick pace, the sounds of skin on skin and lewd moans filling the room as you gripped onto the comforter for dear life. Ben’s fingers were digging into your hips so hard they were sure to bruise by tomorrow. He was sweaty, far sweatier than he’d been at the game, but so were you, the room heating up significantly as he fucked you relentlessly. And on his reddened face was the same expression that had got you riled up in the first place at the game – those parted lips, that glazed over stare, the mix of exhilaration and focus.

It was too much, and you were quickly approaching your orgasm as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, angling his hips into you in a way that elicited an embarrassingly loud whimper out of you. “God, Ben, I’m gonna cum,” you whined, Ben’s hands gliding up your legs until he’d grabbed ahold of your knees, which he hooked over his shoulder. Then, his hands moved back down to your waist, and the new angle this position provided was your undoing.

“Yeah, that’s it, cum on my cock, angel,” he muttered breathily as he fucked into you as hard as he could, your orgasm hitting you full force and making you a writhing, moaning mess as you rode out your high. Your fingers tugged on the comforter and your face contorted in pleasure as you clenched around him, pulling him closer and closer to his high. But then you were done, and you opened your eyes as Ben pulled out, a small smirk on his face when you let out a little moan at the hypersensitivity he’d triggered.

He didn’t even have to ask you to do anything next – you were already sinking to your knees on the floor in front of him, still a bit wobbly from a few moments ago but eagerly licking one long, flat stripe up the underside of his length as he watched with a lustful gaze. Then, you took the tip into your mouth and sucked lightly, Ben groaning impatiently before weaving his hand into your hair and biting his lip. You raised an eyebrow. Now it was his turn.

With a sigh, he did what he knew he had to do. “Please, baby girl, finish me off,” he pleaded quietly, sounding a tiny bit embarrassed but more needy than anything. Giving him an impish grin, you started to bob your head slowly, hallowing your cheeks as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping what you couldn’t get to. “Oh, fu-uccckk,” he groaned brokenly, his eyes fluttering shut as he let his head fall back for a moment, hips involuntarily canting forward at the feeling of your mouth wrapped around him. “Just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

Resting your other hand on the back of his thigh to use it as leverage, you started taking more and more of him in as you sucked harder, determined to finish him off in the next minute. But you didn’t even go another 15 or 30 seconds before he was moaning your name, thrusting into your mouth as he released down your throat, unable to contain himself. All you had to do was sit still and let him ride out his high as you looked up at him through your lashes, pumping the base of his cock to help him get it all out.

When he’d finally come down from his high, he pulled out of your mouth, which made a horribly filthy popping sound, and you wiped your lips off on the back of your hand as you sat back against one of the posts at the foot of the bed, catching your breath. Ben was just as worn out, taking his sweet time to amble over to the bathroom and get a wet towel for the both of you before coming back and handing you one.

Smiling gratefully up at him, you cleaned yourself up before tossing the towel in the dirty laundry and crawling on the bed, laying face down and sprawling out in exhaustion. One of your legs was straight out, the other slightly bent, and you hugged a pillow as you took a deep breath. Christ, that was tiring, you thought to yourself, and Ben seemed to agree with the thought as he yawned, grabbing your phone where it had dropped on the floor and fiddling with it as you peeked over the pillow, watching him.

“What are you doing?” you asked curiously, staying where you were as he lifted up your phone, hiding his face from yours. A second later, the flash went off and you realized he’d taken a picture of you, a shit-eating grin on his face confirming the realization as he quickly texted it to himself, locking the phone. He then tossed it back on the carpet, crawling into bed with you and laying next to you as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Are you proud of yourself for that one?”

“Yeah,” he replied with a dumb, goofy smile, and you laughed before turning onto your side and cuddling up to him. You draped your arm across his abdomen as you rested your head on his chest, which was still unbelievably warm and slowly losing its redness. And suddenly, he made a small noise of disgust, shifting slightly as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“What? What did I do wrong?” you asked, sitting up as he gave you a half-assed smile, then wrinkled his nose.

“Full offense – you’re kind of super sweaty right now,” he admitted, and you laughed, only mildly offended as you smacked his chest gently, then laid back down on him.

“Look who’s talking, Mr. Stinky! Have you smelled yourself since you left that match? You’re horrid, truly.”

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lisinfleur · 6 years ago

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Unnoticed

Author’s Notes | Forgive me for taking too long to answer your request. At POTD ed1, a blackout in my house messed up my archives and I lost the document of your request only finding it months after the event. I'm sorry. But here it is! I hope you enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for the sweet request! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Ubbe x Second Wife! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon for POTD1, queued for 5CW4 Words | 2294 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, Erotic non-graphic SMUT included, ANGST, romance. +18

You never were too close to Ubbe as you wanted to be. As a bride his mother took for him - and not one of his own choice - you knew you wouldn't be loved as Margrethe was. Neither you were expecting anything like this from a young man like him. So, when he started treating you as nothing but a sister – with kindness and respect, but not a third of Margrethe’s attention or any passion – you didn't make any complaint.

It wasn't the life of your dreams, of course. You always dreamed about a loving husband, lots of children, a house you could turn into a warm and cozy home. You prepared yourself your whole life for this: you learned how to sew, to cook, to properly care for wounds and babies. But in the end, it all turned into a peaceful lonely life once Margrethe never saw you as a threat to her supremacy into Ubbe's life as much as he never saw you as a wife for real.

You were... Almost a piece of decoration, fulfilling your paper by his side, silent almost all the time since you never liked to talk too much.

It wasn't the life you wanted. But it wasn't bad at all.

Of course, you liked your husband. He was never a bad man and to you, he was always gentle and respectful. So, you grew up in feelings for him and when he lost his father and went on that trip for vengeance, you prayed for his safe return and made your own sacrifices and offers for the gods to protect his life.

When he came back, wounded, you thought about offering yourself to care for his wounds, but he was way too busy with Margrethe's attention and even you had prepared everything to watch for his injuries, you didn't knock on their door, not wanting to bother any of them.

Ubbe was wounded, tired and probably missing his beloved... You could understand, for more your heart was aching. You wanted some of that attention. In the bottom of your heart, you wanted him to want your presence, to search for you and miss you as he seemed to miss your sister wife.

Yet, you spent your night in prayers and offers to the gods, in gratitude for his safe return, despite the bad news that came with him.

At the next morning, Ubbe came to you for small talk, only to know if you were well treated in his absence - since the woman sitting on Kattegat's throne wasn't your mother in law anymore. It was gentle from him to be interested in knowing if you were ok, in need of anything, or being well treated. In the end, he was still concerned about you and it was good, right?

But it was near Margrethe he was sitting at the table and in her bed he was sleeping for the second night in a row.

It made you sad. But why should you say anything? His mother was the only reason why the two of you were married and you should be grateful he didn't ask for the divorce as soon as lady Aslaug was killed, right?

Once again, you made your prayers, being grateful to the gods you were still married to an honored man. And slept alone.

However, in the middle of the night, something weighted by your side in the bed of furs, and you quickly turned yourself, scared someone had invaded your room.

"I'm sorry... I didn't want to wake you up, Y/N. May I sleep here tonight? Would it bother you, wife?" Ubbe asked as you were sighing in relief from seeing your husband's figure sitting by your side.

He had a bothered expression in his face as if something was weighing on his shoulders. And his eyes were still hurt; the wounds still fresh in some parts of the cut. Didn't Margrethe make the stitches? Why she was waiting so long for doing this?

Did they fight each other or anything like this?

"Of course, you can sleep here, Ubbe. You're my husband, you can come whenever you want... Is your wound still bleeding?" you asked, surprised.

Looking from closer, there was still blood into it! Didn’t she care for him?

"Margrethe cleaned up. She said it will probably bleed for a while and leave a scar. It doesn't matter," he laid, still seeming way too bothered with whatever that brought him out of Margrethe’s room and into yours.

"May I?" you asked before touching him, receiving a careless nod before he closed his eyes allowing you to see how far the wounds were extending.

It was lucky he wasn't blind. Whatever struck him luckily didn't hit the eye, but it was pretty close. You picked up your herbs paste and separated the line and needle touching Ubbe's face to call his attention, noticing he had almost fallen asleep with your touches.

"Your hands are smooth... I almost slept, sorry," he said, looking at you.

It was the first time he was praising anything about you, and you couldn't help yourself from smiling or blushing a little. It made him curve his lips in a small smile.

"I can make some stitches... To close your wounds faster," you said, causing his face to twitch in a confused expression.

"Margrethe said it wouldn't need stitches. Is it that bad?" he asked.

"It's open. The stitches shall be very precise," you said.

Maybe Margrethe wasn't feeling so secure to make stitches that precise. But you knew how to make them. It wouldn't be hard. And you said anything about her words for you didn’t want to look as if you were trying to depreciate your sister wife’s skills or anything. You really knew how to work on those stitches and it wouldn’t be a problem to do them in her place.

"Fine," he said, laying again "Not a problem at all."

You slid your needle in the herb paste, wetting it to make it sterile and to help with his pain: the needle would insert the paste in his skin while passing and anesthetize the local, causing him to suffer less the stitches procedure.

With firm hands and precise fingers, you sewed the whole wound, softly applying the paste in his face, after everything was done, to help it to heal faster and diminish his pain.

"It's done," you said, and he opened his eyes, looking at you with an impressed expression.

"You're really good at it," he praised again, one more time making you blush.

But this time, he didn't let it pass.

"And you're beautiful when you blush this way..."

The sentence just made you blush even more, gagging with the words to answer him, causing Ubbe to smile at your innocence.

"I... I tried to learn... For... I always thought... My husband could be a warrior and..." you tried to justify yourself, but his hands touched yours softly.

"I'm glad you learned this. It makes me a lucky man for being your husband, after all."

His voice sounded so tender. And his eyes almost mesmerized yours. You caught yourself looking at him, silently observing how beautiful he was. You never were this close to Ubbe since your marriage night, and on that night, he was a little drunk, so you have almost no time to look at him properly.

He was a beautiful man, indeed. And his eyes were so mesmerizing… So deep…

You felt his hand caressing your face, and he softly approached, kissing your lips slowly, almost allowing you to pull away if you didn't want his touch.

But why wouldn’t you want that?

Why would you pull away from something you wanted so hard?

Instead, you slid your hands slowly through his chest, landing them softly in his shoulders, coming closer, leaning completely into his caresses, receiving him with all the tenderness you ever wanted to have the chance to show to your husband.

Ubbe was feeling so lost in the middle of all things that were happening around him... His mother's murder, his father's death, Sigurd's death, Ivar's madness, Hvitserk's betrayal... And now Margrethe's unstoppable ambition for a crown he never realized she wanted so bad. His heart was a mess and for the first time, he found the peace he was searching for since it all began.

In your lips…

He pulled away when the kiss finished, looking at you almost confused. And then, he kissed you again, deeper, as if he was searching some kind of confirmation of his feelings you didn't care about giving him.

With tender hands, you embraced his body against yours, offering him a cozy hug into which he leaned without resistance. And your hands softly caressed his nape and back, relieving his tension, relaxing his muscles slowly.

Curious about those new and strange feelings, Ubbe came closer, leaning your body towards the bed, under his; deepening the kiss with which he was tasting a flavor he didn't have in a while. More than the sweetness of your lips, that kiss was bringing him a strange peace, as if he was away from his home for too long and finally found his way back.

Into your arms...

You didn't stop him from touching your body or opening your nightgown. Neither you tried to prevent his mouth from exploring your skin. Instead, you offered him long moans in a low voice, shy even in your pleasure, charming him even more than your sweetness was doing already.

He felt the need to test you by giving you the same he offered so gladly to Margrethe when he first came home. All the need... All the lust... All the love.

What would you give back to him?

Margrethe gave him ambition... She gave him a disappointment. Like Hvitserk, she made him feel betrayed, used as if she had married him only to become a free woman and, in the future, a queen.

But what would you give back for his love?

The answer came quickly in your voice sounding so melodic or your body moving, arching in pleasure for his touches. You opened your arms for him, you received him into you one more time, but not only mounting him like a stallion, seeking for his seed as a warranty of your position.

You loved him... He could feel it.

Your tight grip around his body, your need for his skin glued to yours, the warm way you were moving against him, following his movements, trying to keep the space in between the two of you as small as you could... Even the way his name was sounding in your voice, so passionate, so full of more than lust and eagerness...

Every single thing in you was... Different. Cozy. Charming... Better.

And when he came within your body, filling your womb with his thick seed, you didn't hold him against your hips tighter or prevented him to move, trying to get him deeper just for seeding your womb with his child. No. You held him tenderly...

You embraced him, receiving his tired body over yours and softly kissing the crook of his neck, panting with him, spreading that warmth all over his body.

Pretty more than just having sex and giving him the pleasure he was used to having from Margrethe...

You gave him love.

You made love with him.

Just for love.

You noticed he was looking at you, confused for a moment. And you smiled, so innocently, so sweet and shy, with your cheeks going red again as if the two of you didn't were having sex seconds ago.

"What? You're making me blush, husband..." you giggled, in such a tender moment.

And so, the walls in his heart were broken and Ubbe touched your face with all the tenderness in the world, caressing your red cheeks and smiling at you.

"Nothing... I'm just realizing how blessed by the gods I was when they brought me you."

You smiled softly at him and he kissed you one more time, laying by your side and holding your body closer to his.

Somehow, his face wasn't bothered anymore and relaxed, you soon fell asleep with your head laid on his chest; his heartbeat sounding like a good and sweet lullaby.

Caressing your soft hair, Ubbe lost some good time looking at the ceiling, thinking about what just happened in his life. All the turns the wheels of destiny had taken and all the changes that happened from nowhere. From all of them, you were unexpected but also, the most wanted. For the first time since it all began, in your arms, Ubbe felt the gods had finally heard his mourning and prayers. Finally, there was a refugee to his tired body, mind, and soul. A home to come back. A place to rest.

To be safe.

He nestled himself into your arms and sighed. Tomorrow, he would accept Lagertha's proposal and close allegiance with her despite all that happened. He would fight for a place where he could live with you and leave behind everything that happened before. His mother's murder, his father's death, his brother's loss, Hvitserk's betrayal, Margrethe's ambitions...

Ivar's wrath.

He found himself a safe refuge from all the mess of his life and he would fight to keep it safe and to give you what you really deserved from this day on.

With this in mind, Ubbe rested his head upon his pillow and fell asleep with the scent of your hair impregnated in his breath. He knew something new was coming, something not easy. But it would be something good as long as he had your arms to come back at the end of each day.

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