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◈ Part of the Resolution Revolution Collab hosted by @jimilter & @knjsnoona . ↳ AU/character trope: strangers to lovers, single parent, lives at the office ceo, struggling waitress

Prompt: “So, how about you make me the first mistake of the year?”

→ pairing: ceo/dilf!seokjin x female reader → genre: a touch of angst, fluff, smut → au/trope: stranger to lovers, pwp, bad habits universe → summary: After getting ditched by your friends at a New Year’s Eve party, you and Seokjin decide it’s best to stick together—since neither of you are in the partying mood. You two may be from different worlds, but you have at least one thing in common. It’s been ages since you’ve had a decent hook up, so why not bring in the new year putting an end to your dry spell? There is one rule, however. When the morning comes, you both have to go separate ways—and carry on as if it never happened. → rating: 18+ → word count: 5k → warnings: mentions alcohol, hookups, protected sex, face fucking, soft dom!jin...or maybe hard idk anymore lol, sub!reader, grinding, oral sex, biting, marking, scratching, dirty talk, throat fucking, light choking, gagging, impact play/slapping, rough sex, manhandling, hair pulling, reverse cowgirl, doggystyle, ass play, slight double penetration, pain kink, orgasm control/denial, breast play, light degradation, multiple orgasms, slight cockwarming, slight female masturbation, awkward morning after talk lol...i think that's all. please let me know if i missed something

→ a/n: It’s finally here!!!! I’ve procrastinated a lot with this but here it is. This is a little spin off to Bad Habits but it can be read alone. Thank you Isi @raplinesmoon for looking over this for me; I really appreciate it!! Thanks to Ash and Amelia for hosting! Love y’all!!

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Every single time.

These parties always result in the same outcome. Your best friend always gets drunk and sneaks off with her asshole ex-boyfriend. Sure, they’re all laughs and giggles now but in the morning, the both of them will be torn up over each other. It’s how they play; they fuck then they argue. Whoever says the most hurtful shit to the other, wins this round.

As if you don’t have your own problems to deal with right now, you sure as hell don’t need to be caught in the middle of their shit. You’re dreading tomorrow, and you curse yourself for not finding Hoseok fast enough. He was supposed to be your scapegoat for tonight, but now he’s too busy shoving his tongue in some—

“Looking for someone worth your time?”

When a voice suddenly grabs your attention, your head snaps towards its owner. How you managed to not notice the tall handsome guy standing next to you will forever be a mystery. He sticks out like a sore thumb.

From his professionally styled dark hair down to his tailored suit and expensive shoes, the man reeks of wealth and power. Although, you can’t help but find his face to be—familiar?

“Staring is rude, sweetheart. Has anyone ever told you that?” His confidence is as dominant as his Sauvage Dior cologne. A scent you only know of because your favorite customer wears it daily.

“I–uhh…”

He’s a cocky rich business man with a wife and kids; you can only assume the gentleman in front of you is the same. So why aren’t you heading in the opposite direction already? You look like an idiot just standing here, gawking over a complete stranger.

“I-I’m sorry. I was just looking for a friend—”

“Seokjin.”

“Excuse me?” You’re taken aback by his rude interruption, as if you asked him for his name in the first place.

“My name. It’s Seokjin. In case you ever want to say hello.” He turns to you, folding his arms as he casually leans against the wall. “You’re Taehyung’s friend, right? I remember you coming over to my parents’ place when we were kids.”

You thought he resembled someone you knew, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Your friend Taehyung used to always invite everyone over to his father’s colleague's house to swim. The couple who owned the mansion did have a son but you’ve only met him twice.

“Wait. You’re Mr. Kim’s kid?”

The man shakes his head, chuckling softly to himself like he just heard an inside joke.

“Not anymore, sweetheart. I am Mr. Kim.” His eyes twinkle with amusement.

You should slap yourself for allowing a random guy to get a reaction out of you. His ego is already through the roof and you’re only fueling it with the attention you’re giving him.

“That’s good for you. Well it’s nice meeting you, Mr. Kim.” Before you can depart, a hand grabs your arm.

“Hey, wait a second.” Seokjin pulls you back to where you’re standing, granting himself a nasty scoff from you.

“I don’t care who you think you are but do not ever touch me,” you warn him, and his hands raise in defeat.

“Sorry, I just figured you were bored with all of this. I was going to offer an alternative.” His smirk screams bad decisions, but his eyes are enticing.

Unfortunately for him, you aren’t going to be his easy lay for tonight and he’ll have to go try the whole “sleep with me because I have money” plan on someone else wasted enough to fall for it.

“An alternative?” you repeat. Seokjin nods, resuming his position near the wall. The lopsided smile on his face is still present, letting you know he’s not giving up without a fight. “Let me guess…”

You mimic his stance, leaning all of your weight on the wall as you stand in front of him. It’s only then when you realize how tall he is compared to you. He seems to be having the same revelation as his eyes begin to examine you thoroughly. This dress cost you more than you wanted it to so you’ll look past him boldly checking you out for now. At least you look good in it, right?

“...you want to take me up to one of the guest rooms then fuck me until I pass out and forget who you are and how I ended up there?” you predict.

He seems a bit offended by your assumption but you know it’s an act. Guys like him don’t have feelings.

“Do I seem like that kind of guy?”

“Do I look like that kind of girl?” you challenge.

He moves closer, leaning in so far that he invades your personal space. You won’t lie and say your heart rate didn’t pick up a bit. His eyes linger on your throat as you gulp due the intensity of his stare. You’re taken over completely by the dominance that oozes from his body. It penetrates your skin, leaving a hint of desire coursing through your bloodstream. He’s hot, without a doubt. But is he worth it?

“I asked you first, sweetheart.”

When he finally says something, you snap out of your thoughts. Looking up at him, you’re amazed by his handsome features. He looks ethereal compared to most guys you’ve met. It makes you wonder why he’s here in the first place, and why is he talking to someone like you. Surely, there are more suitable women at this party.

“Tell me. Do I look like someone who likes to hookup at parties?” His body shifts and corners you.

Your back now faces the wall and he towers over you, waiting for a response that you’re struggling to come up with. His presence alone is enough to make your legs tremble slightly, but the intensity of his stare gives you goosebumps. He notices how your demeanor has changed, and your body’s reaction to his closeness seems to excite him. “Are you going to leave me waiting for an answer, sweetheart? That’s not nice at all.”

You clear your throat, attempting to regain your composure but you fail when he places his hand on the wall, only inches away from your head. You look to your left and the first thing you notice is the Rolex on his wrist. You’ve seen hundreds in your line of work but this one exceeds them all.

From there you follow the thick veins that branch out along his large hand, and once your eyes reach the long slender digits that are well groomed and manicured to perfection, your mouth begins to move without much thought.

“No. I guess you don’t look like the type. My mistake.” Your attention is brought back to him when his other hand gently turns your head in his direction.

His lips quirk slightly with a soft scoff, barely audible over the upbeat music blasting through the speakers. You somehow get lost in the way his tongue darts out to moisten his lips. They’re so soft and delicate—two pink pillows of perfection. You wonder if they feel as good as they look.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“Huh? Oh-Nothing. I was just—”

“Thinking about sitting on my face?” Seokjin’s interruption leaves you speechless and your mouth silently falls open. He casually retracts from you and rests his frame on the wall beside you, looking at the partygoers like the conversation you’re having is as innocent as chatting about the weather. “You could, you know? I’d let you.”

His head lolls to the side so he can look at you. You’re frozen in the moment. You knew he was bold but damn. No one has ever.

“You’d have to work hard for that seat, though. And I don’t think you have it in you,” he adds.

“You’re crazy,” you laugh dryly, believing he’s just joking. When your head turns towards him, you find him already looking at you.

“No, I’m horny, and you are too.”

“What makes you think that?” Your arms fold at your chest and you face him, trying to appear annoyed.

“Because…” Seokjin mimics your actions and shifts his position. “You’re still here and you’re still talking to me. You wouldn’t be if you were uncomfortable or weren’t considering leaving with me.”

He does have a point. Most guys don’t get five seconds of your time and you’ve been chatting here with him for quite a while. Your friends would be proud of you, but you aren’t sure you want to take things further. Hooking up with strangers isn’t really your thing.

“Why would I leave here with someone I barely know?” you challenge.

“The same reason I’m inviting someone I barely know into my home. I trust you, sweetheart. What can I do to get you to trust me?”

He has your tongue tied for a brief moment, but you’re quick to recover. “Buy me diamonds.”

“Is it really that easy, sweetheart?”

“No. But it buys me enough time to ditch you,” you retort.

Seokjin chuckles, clutching his stomach. “Damn, you sure can crack a whip.”

“If that’s what you’re into.” You roll your eyes.

Seokjin nods his head and slips his hand in his pants pocket. You’re secretly eyeing his movements, trying to figure him out but he just keeps surprising you.

“Look, you know me. I’m Seokjin; the divorced, single father of three version,” he announces, giving a small smile as a peace offering. “I own half the buildings downtown and I’ve got a place not too far from here. I’m not looking for anything serious right now, but my friends say a little bit of fun wouldn’t kill me.”

“We really do have the same friends,” you scoff, thinking about your best friend’s words from earlier. “I guess we both are in desperate need of getting laid, huh?”

“Hell, yeah,” he agrees, coming closer and towering over you. He tucks some hair behind your ear and provides a devilish smirk.

“I think hooking up is a horrible idea.” You look at the crowd to distract yourself from his handsome features but he redirects your attention back to his face by lifting your chin.

“Is that how you feel or is that what you think?” he quizzes and you shrug.

You feel like you can be honest with him, so you do. “I’ve played by my rules for so long, you know?...Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I broke them.”

The way his strong arm wraps around your waist makes your legs tremble and his intense gaze makes you want to squirm in your panties. He’s so hot, so sexy and enticing. You can no longer resist.

“So, how about you make me the first mistake of the year?”

Your mind replays his words about a million times before you answer, and even you are surprised by your response.

“Fuck it.” Seokjin blinks a few times, trying to make sure he heard you correctly. “Let’s go.”

You make an attempt to pull away, but his hold strengthens slightly. “I have a rule, though.”

“Okay…What is it?” The annoyance in your tone is only fueled by eagerness. You’re about ready to rip his clothes off right here.

“No strings attached. Tomorrow, it never happened?”

You couldn’t agree more. In fact, you plan to be gone before he wakes up to save yourself from the walk of shame.

“Deal.”

Seokjin then escorts you out of the party, leaving behind a bunch of curious eyes and hushed whispers.

The icy comforter splayed over Seokjin’s bed feels heavenly against your skin. The heat radiating from your body is driven by nothing but lust. You would think the moisture of Seokjin’s plush lips would offer some relief. However, they only fuel the burning desire deep within your core.

He’s stripped you down to nothing, but most of his clothing still remains. You want, no, you need him to get rid of the damn things—and soon.

“Take these off,” you plead, tugging at the red fabric of his shirt. Seokjin ignores you, and continues marking your skin with his teeth. You’ll find a trail of bruised flesh along your neck and chest tomorrow, but right now you cannot find a care. “I want to feel you.”

He reluctantly pulls away and positions himself on his knees, resting your bottom on his lap while he undresses. Slowly, he snaps the buttons of his shirt one by one as he stares down at you. Seokjin’s eyes are drunk with lust, and all you can see in his dark orbs is a small glimmer from the moonlight shining in his master bedroom.

“Funny how an hour ago you didn’t want me to touch you, and now you’re cunt’s chasing my cock.” You follow his eyes to where your bodies meet and notice how your lower body unconsciously grinds against him.

You sink into the mattress, attempting to hide your embarrassment by looking away.

“Hey,” he whispers ever so gently when he’s back on top of you. His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear, giving you tingles and leaving you no choice but to look his way. “You’re good. At least I know you want me as badly as I want you.”

Seokjin kisses your lips, getting you back in the groove and taking your mind away from all your worries. His strong grip guides your hips to create the same movement from before while you work to lift his tee shirt. You pull him closer, smiling when his sculpted abs come in contact with your body.

You both shift and maneuver to take it off and once it’s discarded, you’re able to examine what was hiding under his expensive clothing. You know what they say, a king must wear the finest threads. Not only is he handsome; he’s a masterpiece—from his smooth skin to his muscular frame.

“While I’m getting these off, do me a favor and grab us a few condoms from the nightstand, sweetheart,” he tells you, climbing off the bed to remove his pants.

“How many rounds are we going?” you inquire, pulling the foiled wrappers from the box. There’s only about four in there so you just take the entire strip. Before you can turn to him, he steps behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“As many as you can handle.” His nose nuzzles in your hair and he grabs the condoms from your hand.

He’s completely naked. You can feel the tip of his cock brush against your back; now your curiosity is running wild.

“My stamina’s pretty high,” you answer, turning to explore his body. Your eyes travel directly to his dick, and what you discover leaves you salivating. “Oh my god.”

Your hand immediately reaches out to touch it. The smooth silky texture mixed with the pulsing heat feels heavenly in your palm. You give it a few strokes and watch the precum ooze to the surface. Seokjin’s mouth opens to protest when you drop to your knees, but any fight he has gets robbed with one kitten lick up his leaking slit.

His arousal gathers on your tongue, and you purposefully stick it out to show him everything you’ve collected before you swallow it down. You repeat the action, but this time you venture further and drag your wet muscle along his entire length. He curses and tucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Is that how it’s going to be, baby? You’re going to be a little tease?” Seokjin sighs as he runs a hand through his dark strands. “And here I am trying to play nice tonight…”

He grabs your hair and snatches your head away from him, making you look up at his handsome features. His right hand holds his dick and he uses its girth to slap your cheek.

“Open your fucking mouth, and hurry up about it,” he orders. Seokjin does not give you a second after your lips spread wide enough to accommodate him before he positions himself at your opening and thrusts deeply.

Your body reacts quickly, relaxing your jaw to allow a clear passage to the back of your throat. He shoves as much inside of you as he can before he pulls out and slams into you again, making his heavy sac slap your chin due to the impact. You try to keep your focus on him but eventually your eyes begin to roll back.

A familiar tightness forms in your gut, indicating you’re heading straight towards an orgasmic high and you have no clue of what triggered it. Seokjin grunts are almost as loud as the lewd noises emitting from your throat each time he hits your uvula.

You look at him with pleading eyes while your fingers eagerly plunge into your pussy. Now the squelching of your slick fills the room, and Seokjin’s cock twitches inside of your mouth. He quickly pulls out, much to your dismay.

“But we were close,” you whine as he pulls you up by your hair and roughly tosses you on the bed.

“I don’t care. All fours, sweetheart. Let’s go.” Seokjin crawls on the bed behind you, tearing one of the condom wrappers with his teeth. When he’s done rolling it on, he looks at you with confusion. “Something wrong?”

He notices you haven’t moved, and he’s displeased by your disobedience.

“I wanna ride you,” you respond. He seems taken aback by your response, but doesn’t say anything and your nerves eat at you again. “If that’s okay,” you add.

He ponders over the theory but ultimately crawls towards the pillows and lies on his back.

“I must really like you. Hop on it, sweetheart.” You straddle him, reverse cowgirl style, and he’s quick to slap your ass and grab handfuls of the supple flesh. “That’s what I’m talking about. Show me how this pussy takes my cock.”

Seokjin holds his length in his hand and waits for you to sink on it. You take your time and lower yourself so he doesn’t stretch you too quickly. Inch after inch is filled with a burning pleasure that penetrates deep inside of you and you’re moaning before you’ve even started moving.

“Seokjin,” you call his name while you’re gently rocking back and forth, testing the waters and getting familiar with him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he whispers, kneading your globes with his large hand.

“You feel so good.” Your back arches when his finger runs down your spine and ventures between your cheeks, probing at your back entrance with little pressure. You roll your hips, finding the rhythm that works for the both of you before you begin to bounce on his throbbing shaft. “You’re so big, so fucking deep.”

“Oh, yeah?” His thumb continues to tease your rim while his other fingers hook around your hips, guiding you back on his finger but never pushing it into your clenching hole. “You feel good too, baby. You’re squeezing the hell out of me.”

Your movements start to pick up with his encouragement and you’re very aware of how his finger presses harder at your entrance each time you come down on him. Your body craves to be filled in every possible way and you aren’t sure if he’s just teasing or trying to be gentle with you.

“Seokjin, please. Just do it already. I’m into that,” you moan breathlessly. His thumb gathers some of your sticky juices and travels back to your entrance before he slowly intrudes.

Your cries become louder, probably disturbing the surrounding neighborhood but Seokjin doesn’t attempt to shut you up. The new feeling is so intense, you have to dig your nails in his thighs to prevent yourself from floating away.

His other hand then slaps your ass, snapping you back to reality with his harsh tone.

“Faster. Harder. Ride this dick like you love it, sweetheart.” Seokjin starts moving his finger in and out of you at the same pace you’re riding him, and you meet every single one of his strokes when you come down. “...because we already know you do. Don’t you?”

Your tits bounce wildly and you reach up to hold them to get them under control. However, Seokjin has other plans.

“Answer me!”

He delivers another blow to your bottom, making you hiss and arch into his touch. His finger slips out of your rear and both his hands grip your waist. You squeak when he suddenly sits up and guides you forward.

“Don’t you hear me talking to you? Speak up, whore!” Seokjin slams into you and continues pounding you like he never stopped. You’re on your stomach, gripping the sheets to brace yourself for each thrust.

“Seokjin!” you moan his name when the grasp he has on your hair strengthens.

“Oh, you like that, huh? You wanna get treated like a whore.”

He lifts your hips and pushes your face down, muffling your cries. You can feel the muscles in your stomach beginning to tighten due Seokjin repeatedly hitting your g-spot. The pain and pleasure combined is too much for you to handle and you call out a warning to let him know you’re nearing your release. However, Seokjin has other plans.

“You better hold it.”

He pulls out and quickly flips you over, spreading your legs wide enough to fit himself in between. Your disappointed whimpers are silenced by his soft lips pressed against yours and the feeling of his cock stretching you open once more. “Look at me when you come, so you can remember who gave you the best fuck of your life.”

Seokjin then pulls out and slams into your center, penetrating deep into your womb. You both look down to watch the blunt tip of his cock bulging in your belly. The air is knocked right out of you and you’re left gasping after he wraps those slender fingers around your throat.

“I-I...I don’t t-think I can hold it,” you inform but he ignores you.

“Of course, you can, whore. This is probably the only thing you can do right. Lie on your back and take cock like a good little slut.”

You start seeing stars when his other hand reaches forward and pinches your sensitive nipple. The sting travels through your entire body, but is quickly washed away with euphoria. The satisfied noises leaving your lips makes him do it once again, but this time to the other one, and your back arches off the bed.

“Now, you’re just trying to get me to fall in love,” he comments, picking up the pace of his movements. There’s motivation and drive in his powerful thrusts, indicating he’s also close to his orgasm. “Come on…”

He slaps your breast and squeezes your throat. “Tell me how good this dick is. I wanna hear how much you like it,” he says, lifting your leg to put it over his shoulder.

You stare into his eyes as his face comes only inches away from yours. The strength in his forearms is the only thing preventing him from crushing you.

“It feels so good, Seokjin,” you whisper.

“Yeah?” He slams into you and stills. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you.

You nod. “The best. I’ve never had better.”

“What a shame.” Without another word, he begins chasing his high. You aren’t too far behind so by the time he’s squirting his load into the condom, you’re vigorously rubbing your clit and milking him of every ounce of his cum. “Goddamn, this pussy is fucking heaven.”

Your orgasm intensifies his sensitivity, and his nails dig into your thighs when your walls contort around his pulsing length. You fall limp once you’ve calmed down and Seokjin repositions you so you can lie on the pillows.

“Do you need anything?...You can shower if you want,” he offers, peeling off the condom and tossing it in the trash bin.

“That’d be great, but I'd rather wait until after,” you answer.

He pauses. “After, what?”

You prop yourself on your elbows and smirk at the way his eyes can’t stop staring at your naked body.

“I mean…I’m not tired, Seokjin.”

He smiles. “That’s great, sweetheart. But—ohh.”

Realization hits him when you point at the unused condoms.

“Unless you’re tired. I understand if you…can’t keep up,” you giggle. A growl erupts from his throat and he pounces on you in a split second.

“You really wanna taunt me like that? Because I can easily make you tap out,” he threatens.

You stare up at him with mischief dancing across your features.

“Prove it.”

And he does. You don’t even remember falling asleep or him pulling the covers over you. It isn’t until the morning sunshine and early birds distant chirping awaken you from your slumber that you realize you've spent the night at Seokjin’s place.

An arm is draped over your body and his firm chest is pressed against your back. You try to think of a strategy to slip away but panic sets in when your best friend’s number appears across your screen. Last night she was with Yoongi and your mind travels to the worst. There’s no choice but to reach out and grab it from the nightstand so the vibrations don’t wake him up.

After unlocking it, you find about 15 missed calls and over 30 text messages from her and several other people.

Bestie: …hey! don’t worry about me. Yoongi and i talked. we’re good

Bestie: tell you about it later?

Hana: girl!!!! DID YOU JUST WALK OUT OF HERE WITH SEOKJIN!!!

Hana: i’m so proud of you bitch!! go get that rich daddy dick!!!

Bestie: jimin told yoongi that Seokjin took you home! I need every fucking detail!

Bestie: omgeeee…no response? you’re totally getting dicked down rn!!

Bestie: yoongi said he’ll pay you to slip seokjin’s waffle maker in your purse on your way out!!!

Bestie: i’m gonna sleep now before we soil the sheets anymore. but i’m so happy for you. You deserve to have some fun…love you much!!!

Before you can cringe anymore, you lock your phone and prepare to sneak out without waking the man behind you. Unfortunately, that plan fails.

“Fans of yours?”

God, why is his sleepy voice so sexy? You set your phone back on the table and sit up so you can lean against the headboard.

“Uhh, more like a clown posse,” you laugh awkwardly. You shift so you can see the wall clock. When you notice that it’s past 9 am, you start peeling back the covers. You should leave soon since you have work at 1 today.

However, Seokjin grabs your waist before you can swing your legs out of bed.

“Stay a little longer. Let me make you something to eat before you go,” he offers.

You shake your head. “That’s okay. I have work today and I better leave now if I don’t want to be late.”

“How are you getting home? Let me drive you and I’ll treat you to coffee or breakfast—”

“That’s okay, Seokjin. Thank you, but it’s easier for me if I just leave on my own. I’m not used to hooking up with people so my anxiety is pretty high right now.”

Seokjin doesn’t say anything at first, but still pulls you closer. To your surprise, you allow him to wrap his arms around you and soothe you through your worries.

“...About that stuff we talked about at the party. I was wondering if we could negotiate.”

“What do you mean?” Your question is followed by silence. Seokjin thinks over his words before he speaks, and you wait as patiently as you can.

Ultimately, he sighs and says what’s on his mind.

“I want to offer you a job,” he confesses.

“I’m not a sugar baby or a prostitute.” You give him a stern look and his eyes widen.

“No, no! That’s not what I meant, sweetheart.” He sits up immediately and turns his body towards you. “Listen, I know you’re struggling with some things; I’ve seen my share of people down on their luck.”

You scoff. “Is it that obvious?”

“You were at a party with your calculator open, sweetheart. I’m sure you weren’t tallying Jimin’s bottles,” Seokjin jokes.

Both of you share a laugh and you notice his windshield wiper squeaks for the first time. It’s cute and you can tell he’s a humorous person. His kids probably never have a dull moment with him.

Silence follows soon after until Seokjin clears his throat. “I have some business out of the country I need to take care of but I still have packages and shipments coming here. I was going to have my assistant check here everyday, but she has enough on her plate.”

“I see.”

“Mmhm…Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be interested in living here for a year? I’d pay you well. There’s no rent and I’ll provide all necessities. You can still keep your job if you want and save up since you won’t have any bills. If you need time to think—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Really?” Disbelief is written all over his face. “I thought I’d have to beg.”

You shake your head. “Last night, I took a leap and trusted my gut. I’m going to give it another try.”

“And what did it tell you?”

You look over at him.

“...Whatever I choose, my fate has already been decided. Might as well live for the moment.”

“Interesting…” Seokjin traces circles on your thigh absentmindedly while he speaks to you. “And what did your gut have to say last night while I was inside of you?”

You sigh. “I don’t know, Seokjin…”

You’re on top of him before he can even react, but he recovers quickly by grabbing your ass.

“...Maybe we should ask it again.”

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ilovefandoms102 · 4 years ago

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Taking Chances-Part 3*

Pairing: College!Drew Starkey x Plus Size!Reader

Summary: The basketball star seeks help from the girl he’s been crushing on for two years…will she reciprocate his feelings?

Note: I am so in love with this man it’s not even funny...🥺

I have missed writing this series and now I have so many ideas so I’m so excited to have this for you guys! I hope everyone enjoys!

The parts in italics are flashbacks!

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Part 2 Part 4

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After that night, Drew and I spent every waking moment together…

I couldn’t get enough of him, he was so incredibly sweet to me, and the biggest teddy bear. He will never admit this, but he loves being the little spoon. The past two months we have been dating have honestly been the best days of my life.

However, people seemed to have a staring problem when we were together on campus. Drew paid no mind to it, his eyes either on me or talking to one of his teammates. They constantly teased Drew about how he hasn’t shut up about me since he first saw me our freshman year, and it seemed to have become worse now that we were together. I thought it was adorable, but Drew’s cheeks always turned a deep shade of pink anytime it was brought up.

“Baby it’s cute,” I told him one day as we sat in class after we had escaped another round of his teammates teasing him.

“It makes me sound like a creep,” he protested, arm slung behind my chair that he had scooted as close to him as possible.

“No it doesn’t, it’s sweet.” I pouted, reaching out to rub his cheek.

He leaned his elbow on the table, head resting in his large hand. His eyes swept over me, causing my thoughts to become self conscious as I squirmed in my seat. I looked everywhere but at him, turning back to face the front of the class. I saw him in my peripheral leaning towards my ear.

“You look so beautiful today.” He whispered, kissing my cheek. I flushed as I looked down at myself, wearing one of his sweatshirts and a pair of leggings with my hair down in its natural state, and minimal makeup with my glasses perched on my nose.

“Drew...I literally look like a trash can.” I chuckled, glancing at his almost hurt expression.

“Stop that, you’re hot as fuck.” He smirked, pinching my thigh playfully.

I giggled as I pushed his hand away, instead he intertwined our fingers and kept them on top of my thigh. Drew glanced to see if the professor was paying attention before quickly placing a kiss to my lips, taking me by surprise. I blinked in shock, looking over to my giant boyfriend.

“What was that for?” I asked, still shocked.

“Just ‘cause I wanted to kiss my beautiful girlfriend.” He shrugged, winking before turning back to listen to the professor.

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Drew lived in the dorms on campus, meaning no privacy if we ever wanted to hang out. This made me very appreciative to my parents that helped me find the apartment I have to myself. In the last few months, Drew had practically moved himself in.

Of course I didn’t mind at all...he was good eye candy. Besides that, he actually helped around my apartment which I found odd since no guy I know would voluntarily do the dishes or run the vacuum. It honestly made me fall even harder for the basketball super star.

“Hey baby, holy shit it smells amazing in here.” Drew called, walking in my apartment from practice.

I was occupied in the kitchen, whipping up some dinner for the both of us. Drew sat his duffel bag by the washer, no doubt more clothes in it that he needed washed. The washer and dryer on campus was outrageously expensive, and since I have a washer and dryer I just told Drew to bring his clothes here. Drew walked up behind me, wrapping his very sweaty body around mine.

“Drew go take a shower, you’re ruining the aesthetic.” I huffed, trying to push his arms from around me, but he was too strong.

“Well excuse me, I have not seen my girlfriend all day and I would like to love on her.” Drew said matter of factly.

“You see her everyday,” I giggled, they intensified when Drew started placing ticklish kisses on my neck.

“I know, but I didn’t see her today.” He pouted, his large frame completely engulfing mine.

“Well you smell like shit, so off to the shower with you.” I ordered, shooing his hands away that seemed to have traveled back to my ass.

“Fine, fine you win this time.” Drew sighed, laying a smack to my behind before disappearing down the hall.

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Drew came back a few minutes later, fresh out of the shower in just a pair of basketball shorts hung low on his hips. It took everything in me to not jump him right then and there, and he knew it too by the look he gave me.

“See something you like princess?” He asked smugly, flexing his muscles on purpose.

“No,” I quipped, turning back to turn the stove burners off since dinner was done.

Drew snatched my hand, yanking me to his chest. I gasped, placing my hands on his abdomen to keep me from falling. He circled his arms around me, one hand staying on my waist while the other tangled into my hair. I moaned softly when he tugged on the strands a little, his smile bright at my reaction.

“I think you saw something you liked sweetheart,” Drew smirked, eyes falling to my lips that were slightly parted.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” I teased, the hands I had placed on his abs beginning to wander. His fist tugged my hair harder, my teeth biting down on my bottom lip to stop the squeal I was about to let out.

“Such a brat,” he growled, his blue eyes darkening.

“You love it though, don’t you baby?” I grinned, tracing my fingertips along the waistband of his shorts.

“Fuck yeah I do,” he said as he leaned down to smash his lips to mine.

I finally let out the moan I was holding in, my hands moving to thread them through his damp hair. I let my tongue out to play with his, both of us fighting for dominance over the other. He ultimately won, but not willingly on my part. Drew’s big hands gripped my ass cheeks in a death grip, a slight grunt passing his lips as he used his hold to pull me in closer.

“Th-The foods gonna get cold,” I panted as I pulled away, chest heaving.

“I want to kiss you,” Drew stated, leaning back down for another kiss.

“But-baby-Drew-“ I tried, but was interrupted as Drew kept kissing me.

“Eat later, kiss now.” he mumbled against my lips, my smile growing as I gave in to his request.

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“So there’s a frat party this weekend, and I was really hoping you would be my date.” Drew spoke as we cleaned up the kitchen.

“Sure, I’ve never been to a frat party,” I shrugged, handing him another dish to dry.

“You’re not missin’ much trust me.” He chuckled.

“Then why do you want to go?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Because now I have a beautiful woman to show off.” He winked, making my cheeks flush.

“You think you’re smooth Starkey,” I laughed.

“Oh I know I’m smooth baby, that’s how I landed such an amazing girlfriend.” Drew smiled, leaning down to kiss my red cheek.

“Yeah sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” I dismissed, rolling my eyes playfully.

“You help me sleep at night gorgeous.” he smirked, leaning down to kiss my cheek. I shoved his head away with my wet hand, giggling as he looked at me like I had ruined his favorite jersey.

“What are you gonna do about it Starkey?” I taunted, beaming as Drew picked up some of the water and splashed me.

“That’s what smartass,” he countered, laughing as I gasped when the water hit me.

“Oh it’s on,” I grinned evilly, throwing more water at him.

Drew and I continued our little splash fight until my kitchen was covered in soapy water, Drew holding on to me so I didn’t fall but also so he had the advantage to get my hair and clothes soaked. I tried to get away, shoving at his chest, but to no avail he kept me in his arms.

“Drew stop!” I squealed, his laughter making my heart flutter.

“You asked for it!” he shouted, squeezing a rag over my head.

“You better clean up this mess mister!” I yelled, giggling as he picked up a few more soap bubbles to put on my face.

“Now this, this is sexy.” Drew chuckled, my eyes rolling as I hit his chest playfully.

“Stooooop, now I need to go shower.” I giggled, leaning my head back to look at him.

“I should join you, ya know to make sure u get all the soap out.” He grinned slyly, hands traveling over my form.

“In your dreams Starkey,” I whispered, kissing the corner of his lips before heading to the shower.

“Brat,” he growled, his eyes glued to me as I walked away.

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The one thing I loved the most about Drew is-

Wait...did I just-did I just think love?

Wow...I couldn’t tell you the last time I had that kind of thought…

Anywho, Drew wasn’t one of those guys that pressured sex. The past few boyfriends I had always made me feel like I just had to give in, like it was my duty as a woman to please them.

Sure Drew and I loved to tease each other, but he made it very clear that we were on my terms when it came to anything sexual. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t make my heart flutter. I truly, truly felt like Drew and I could last, or at least I hoped to.

“I want you to feel completely safe with me, no rushing or jumping into anything you’re not ready for.” He explained, snuggled up against me in my tiny, queen size bed.

“I do feel safe with you teddy bear,” I grinned, his eye roll at the nickname making me laugh.

“I mean in the sense of talking about anything and everything, no lies, and no secrets.” He continued, gently brushing his finger along my features.

“I can do that,” I agreed, running my fingers through his hair.

“You-You don’t feel pressured to do anything just because I insinuate it right?” He questioned, a frown forming on his beautiful face.

“No baby I don’t, I know you’re just teasing, and I like it. If I didn’t, I would tell you.” I reassured, kissing his nose to which he smiled at.

“I’m in for the long run sweetheart, you ready for that?” He smirked, his arms going around my back to pull me impossibly closer.

“I am,” I said nervously, feeling a lump in my throat.

“Good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere and I won’t let you push me away.” He revealed, my heart thumping a million miles a minute.

“Drew,” I whispered, feeling my whole body flood with emotion.

“I feel different with you y/n, like everything feels so real. I-I’ve never felt the way I feel when I’m with you.” Drew confessed, my eyes filling with happy tears that I forced back down.

“I feel that way too teddy bear,” I smiled, slowly caressing his cheek.

Drew leaned forward slowly, kissing my lips gently. I threaded my fingers in his hair, smiling into his kiss.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into my lips. I pulled back a little, looking at him confused.

“For what?” I asked.

“Taking a chance on me,” he smiled, kissing me again.

I deepened our kiss, feeling my body ignite with fire and passion. Drew’s hands stayed firm, one underneath me threaded into my damp hair, and the other on my hip. His fingers felt the curve and dip, squeezing lightly which made my heart flutter.

I had one hand holding his cheek, the other making its way from his hip bone and slowly creeping it under the wife beater he was wearing. I felt the ripple of muscles on his abdomen, tracing under his pecs. Then I felt my way to his back, smoothing my hands up and down as our kiss intensified.

Drew abruptly sat up, yanking the fabric over his head then tossed it on the floor. My chest was heaving from lack of air, his doing the same. I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to hover over me as I laid on my back.

“Drew?” I panted, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Yeah? Am I going too fast?” He asked, his eyes filling with concern.

“No, I just wanted to tell you that-that I want you to touch me-like...everywhere.” I stammered, my cheeks heating up slightly.

I didn’t wait for his response however, reaching for the back of his neck to bring his lips back to mine. Drew moaned softly, sending shivers down my spine. It was the sexiest sound I ever heard, and I wanted more.

His hands explored more of my body, taking both my breasts in his large hands. I wasn’t wearing a bra since we were originally planning to go to bed, so he was pleasantly surprised to not feel the cups of the bra.

Drew grazed his thumbs over my nipples, a gasp flying from my lips as the exquisite feeling went straight down below. He moved his kisses down my neck, softly stroking my nipples that pebbled through my shirt. I let out a moan of my own when he gently sucked on a spot behind my ear, leaving his mark on my untarnished skin.

“More,” I whimpered, moving one leg between his so I could grind my lower half on his thigh.

“Ask nicely,” Drew murmured in my ear, and I could feel his smirk against my skin.

“Let me have it,” I demanded, but my brattiness only got me a low growl from Drew.

His hands came to my hips to stop my movements, a child like whine leaving my throat. I tried to fight his grip which only made his hands hold me tighter.

“Brats don’t get what they want babygirl, you know this.” He reprimanded, laughing maliciously as I struggled to free myself.

“Please,” I muttered, giving in.

“What was that?” He teased, a frustrated groan escaping as I tugged at his hair.

“Please Drew, please I need more.” I said a bit louder, a satisfied hum from Drew as he helped guide my hips to grind against him.

I could feel his hardened member against my thigh, Drew’s low grunts in my ear making me even more hot as he was getting off just as I was. We both rutted up against each other, moans and whimpers from us filling the room.

“Fuck this is so hot,” Drew moaned, making my head nod in agreement. His blue eyes almost black from lust, pupils blown wide as they stared into mine.

“Feels so good baby,” I replied, my eyes closing as I could feel my release coming.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck.” Drew growled, grinding both of our hips faster.

“Me too,oh my god.” I gasped, my clit throbbing against his thigh.

My back arched as my orgasm crashed down, stars flooding my vision. My nails dug into his shoulders, his head falling in my neck as his hips stuttered and his movement halted all together. I could feel the wet patch against my leg, making me smile slightly as I gasped for air.

We laid there for a minute, not moving from our position other than Drew dropped to lay on top of me. I combed my hands through his now sweaty hair, his lips placing gentle kisses on my neck where his head was currently buried.

“I need to change my pants,” Drew blurted, a giggle bursting from my lips.

“I need new shorts,” I smirked, shuffling a little on the bed.

“Can I tell you something?” Drew questioned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Of course you can babe,” I chuckled, gently caressing his cheeks.

“I’ve been dying to know what you taste like,” he blurted, my eyes widening and teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

“Maybe you could have a sample,” I said barely above a whisper.

“Can I?” He asked, fingers dragging down my stomach.

I nodded, keeping eye contact as his hand dipped in my shorts. He scooped up my cum, being careful to not touch any sensitive areas. I stared downwards as his hand ascended to his mouth, sticking his two fingers he used inside. His eyes closed as he sucked his fingers clean, letting out a spine chilling moan that made me want to strip and let him have his way with me.

“How was it?” I smirked, eyes still connected with his mouth.

He took his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on my shirt. I could see his tongue moving around in his mouth as if he was trying to savor every last drop. His eyes met mine, a sly smile forming as his lips came closer and closer to mine.

“Delicious,” he murmured against my lips, and I leaned the rest of the way to connect them.

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I met Drew at the frat house on Saturday, it was a pool party so I was a bit hesitant to be around everyone in a bikini. Drew was very convincing and talked me into just wearing it under my clothes so that if I didn’t want to I didn’t have to. I chose a higher cut bikini to show off his favorite body part of mine with a more plunging neckline. I wore one of his basketball shirts with his name on the back tucked into some distressed jeans with flip flops.

“Hey baby!” Drew greeted, already in his swim shorts which hung low just enough to make every girl here wonder what’s underneath.

I smiled wide as I came closer, his adorable grin making my heart soar. I was surprised though when he reached me and bent his knees with his hands on my hips to pick me up. I squeaked a little, not expecting it, but I liked it. I wrapped my legs tightly around him, holding onto his shoulders. I was even more surprised when he leaned in and kissed me in front of everyone.

“That was some greeting Starkey,” I giggled as I pulled away, wiping some of the lip gloss that had smeared off his lip. His big hands squeezed my ass cheeks, another round of giggles erupting.

“I like the ass L/n,” he commented, winking as he kept his hold on them.

“I like the muscles baby,” I said as I felt his broad shoulders and chest.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmured, tightening his hold on my ass.

“You’re too sweet teddy bear,” I gushed, pinching his cheeks.

“Damn bro, how your arms not broken?” One of the frat brothers asked, my heart stopping as I looked from him to Drew whose expression morphed into one of anger.

“Drew,” I warned, but he ignored me and sat me back on my feet.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Drew questioned, shoving me behind him. I grabbed his hand and used my other to grab his bicep, not wanting a fight to break out.

“I’m just sayin’ man she thick and all but damn.” The boy scoffed, looking me up and down behind Drew.

“Insult my girlfriend again, I fucking dare you.” Drew taunted angrily, taking a step closer. I pulled on his arm, hoping to get his attention back to me.

“Drew it’s ok, he was just dropped on his head as a child and doesn’t appreciate what a real woman looks like.” I sassed, raising a brow at the boy.

I didn’t give him a chance to reply however, pulling Drew towards one of the pool chairs. I stripped my clothes in front of him, his eyes widening at the sight of my bikini. I smirked as his eyes traveled up and down my body, lingering on the curves of my hips. I turned around to purposefully give him a view of the back, my heart jumping at the curse that left his lips.

“What?” I asked, grinning when his eyes snapped back to mine.

“You’re...you’re stunning, absolutely gorgeous.” he breathed, his hands coming to wind around me and pull me to his chest.

“I figured you’d like it,” I shrugged, his head shaking as he smiled down at me.

“Let’s get in,” he chuckled, intertwining our fingers and pulling me with him to the pool.

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The frat brother that felt the need to make that comment earlier kept eyeing Drew and I, making him tense up against me. I moved to stand in front of him, wrapping my arms around him.

“You should have let me deck that guy,” Drew grunted, his hands going to my hips to pull me closer.

“He’s not worth it Drew,” I sighed, placing my hands on his cheeks and gently pull so his eyes would come back to mine.

“I don’t like it, he had no right.” Drew huffed, scrunching his eyebrows.

“Let’s not think about it ok? I want to have fun with you.” I smiled softly, getting up on my toes to kiss him. Drew flashed a small grin, holding me closer to him.

A little while later, the frat guy was completely forgotten. Drew and I were completely wrapped up in each other. We couldn’t keep our hands to ourselves which earned lots of stares from the other girls trying hard to get him to look their way.

Drew pulled me to a corner of the deep end of the pool, Drew being so tall his shoulders were still above the water. He wrapped my legs around his waist, but his fingers stayed wandering on my private area of my bikini. I gasped in surprise, looking around to see if anyone would notice.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish Starkey,” I grumbled, gripping his biceps.

“I’m not doing anything babydoll,” Drew said innocently, but with a shit eating grin on his face.

“Drew,” I whispered, his fingers moving my bikini bottoms to the side.

I stared deep into his eyes, blinking rapidly as his fingers slowly caressed me. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying hard to conceal my moans.

“So pretty,” he murmured, leaning to place a gentle kiss to my lips.

The moment was ruined however when some of Drew’s teammates yelled for him.

“Hey yo Starkey! Wanna shoot some hoops?” they called, Drew turning to look at them before back to me.

“Go on, I’ll be here.” I said, already missing the feel of his fingers as he moved my bottoms back.

“I won’t play for long ok?” he smiled, giving me a gentle kiss before heading out of the pool.

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I couldn’t help but stare the way Drew moved as he played, his coordination so flawless. He was going places, that I was sure of. Other girls of course walked by him, making sure they were in his line of sight with their tiny bikinis that barely left anything to the imagination, but Drew didn’t spare them one glance.

As soon as he was done, he came to the edge of the pool and jumped back in. I turned my face away giggling, beaming as he resurfaced so his face was right in front of mine. I returned to my earlier position with my legs wrapped around him, a mischievous act forming in my brain. I trailed my fingers down his abdomen and lower, tracing the band of his swim shorts. I bravely grabbed his halfway hardened dick, feeling it pulsate in my hand.

“Baby,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips tight.

“Hmmm?” I questioned, batting my lashes at him.

“Quit,” he griped, but made no move to stop me.

“I think you like it though sweetheart,” I winked, palming him a bit harder.

“I don’t want to get out of this pool hard as a rock.” Drew groaned, throwing his head back before coming back to meet my eyes. Our moment was yet ruined again by some of the cheerleaders.

“Hey Drew come dance with us!” they giggled, he went to respond until I squeezed him dick harder.

“Sorry ladies, he’s taken.” I fake smiled, waving my free hand at them. They glared at me before scurrying off, my attention turning back to Drew.

“So possessive,” Drew teased, his hands moving to squeeze my ass.

“You love it,” I giggled, taking my hand away from his member to wrap them around his neck.

“It’s sexy as fuck,” Drew nodded excitedly, leaning down to plant a sweet kiss to my lips.

After a moment of us just staying like that, the party started to die down.

“You ready to get out of here babe?” Drew asked, my head nodding as I was eager to have him all to myself.

“Let’s go home,” I murmured, squealing moments after as he carried me out of the pool and to the pool chair where our stuff was sitting.

This giant man of mine just may be the key to mending my broken pieces...

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artaefact · 4 years ago

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bakery 1995.

—wordcount: 14.7k+

—genre: angst, fluff, romance, baker!jimin, bakery cafe au, childhood friends-to-lovers au

—pairing: park jimin x f reader ft. bestfriend!jungkook

—rating: pg-15

—warnings: age gap (jimin is 4-5 years older), brief mention of physical assault, memory loss, overprotective parents, some intended grammatical mistakes, swearings, y/n is dragged into jungkook’s shenanigans

—summary: After returning from college for summer break, you got yourself a part time job to keep yourself busy. However, things go way too unexpectedly and you find yourself unraveling your forgotten past.

author’s note: this is for @btswritingcafe promptly yours event !! i tweaked the prompt a bit, so hopefully no one would get confused! happy reading ♡

Prompt: “Person A once had a major childhood crush on Person B. Fast forward to college where Person A is convinced it was nothing but temporary, that is until they return home for summer break to find Person B back after being gone for several years. Turns out, they weren’t such temporary feelings.”

It’s nice to know that no matter how judgemental the world can be, pigeons would never judge you. Despite the clear contrast between yourself and the asphalt pathway, they would not hesitate to excrete waste on either of them and can’t even be bothered by the possible consequences.

Staring at the dropping on your jacket sleeve, you exhale loudly while rummaging your pocket for a kleenex.

‘Out of all the places where their shit could have landed on, it had to be MY jacket,’ you grumble to yourself.

Reaching towards the bakery in the area, you hope they still have some cinnamon rolls you have been craving for. You can already imagine yourself humming in delight as the sweetness spreads across your taste buds and—

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The cashier attendee bows apologetically at you. “We’re so sorry, all the cinnamon rolls are sold out for today.”

Today must be the worst day to date in your entire years of existence. How on earth can a bakery run out of cinnamon rolls?

Groaning internally, you trudge out of the, now, third bakery that has sold out their cinnamon rolls.

Bad luck seems to follow you throughout the day. Is it because you went out of the house while your parents were in the middle of nagging you? For the last few days after you came back home for summer break, they have been constantly nagging you and you would kill to have an hour of peace and quiet.

Mindlessly, you whip up your phone and search up on Google while you walk to the nearby bus station, typing in the search bar — is it bad luck if a bird pooped on you?

Biting your lower lip, you press on the first link that appears on the screen.

Bird poop may be a sign of hope in disguise, you read. Snorting in incredulity, you scroll through the webpage.

It can’t be good luck.

You are not the type to believe in superstitions, however, besides getting pooped on, you dropped your phone on the pavement of the sidewalk just before you reached the first bakery, an hour ago. This resulted in the annoying crack of the screen right in the middle of it. Not only that, the sole of your right tennis shoes came off halfway which hindered you from walking properly and made you look like someone who hurt their leg.

Having had enough for today, you decide to go back home. Until a pastel pink store, right across the street, catches your attention with its aesthetic-looking door.

What’s this? A new—

A dramatic gasp escapes your lips after reading the name of the store, earning confused stares from nearby people. But you couldn’t care less.

Maybe Lady Luck does still care about you.

As soon as the pedestrian light turns green, you excitedly run, no, shuffle through the zebra-cross, reaching the newly-opened bakery.

My last hope is here. Please, let there be—

The interior of the bakery exudes a welcoming vibe, with the color of pale pink being the dominant over the whole place. Basically, it's a place where those Instagram models would kill to take their pictures at. However, it’s not the interior itself that your focus locks on. When the smell of freshly baked goods wafts into your nose, your eyes zero themselves on the various types of pastries that line the display counter, covered in glass domes. And there it is.

“Yes!” You squeal, grabbing the bakery tray to fill it as much as you’d like.

When you place the filled tray in the cash register counter, the cashier comments, “Woah, that’s a lot.”

If it is a normal day, you would have waved it off. However, unfortunately for the guy, it isn’t a normal day for you, after the constant annoying incidents that happened to you earlier. The comment snaps the last thread of patience you have for the day and sadly, targets the person in front of you. “I think you should mind your own—”

You take your thoughts back. Lady Luck is not on your side nor is the universe. They must be having fun, playing pranks on you so much today.

Your words cease immediately at his sheepish yet attractive smile.

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammer. “Just having a really bad day and I—”

“No! That’s okay.” The guy grins at you, eyes turning into crescent moons. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I just said the first thing that came up in my mind.”

“Ah...”

“I suck at starting conversations,” he says, sheepishly. “It’s a skill I’m planning to improve.”

Blinking twice, you manage to smile back at him, most probably just a cringed expression. “Well, um, good luck with that.”

As soon as he hands you the paper bag, you dash out of the bakery, not once looking back.

Your cheeks feel hot during the whole trip back home, every time you remember what happened, you would mentally kick yourself.

✧༺♡༻∞　　∞༺♡༻✧

Eating the warm cinnamon rolls is a blessing and a curse.

You have never tasted such heavenly flavour before, all your worries and exhaustion seem to fade away. This brings you to freeze in the realisation that you’ll want, no, need to go back to that bakery to buy those delicious rolls again. Meaning, you’ll see that cute guy whom you snapped at earlier, again.

His friendly eye-smile burns deep in your mind. But you can’t shrug off the sense of familiarity of his face and his voice…

Have I met him before?

Once you reach home, body aching and tired, you take a quick shower before digging into the rolls. Clicking your tongue, you continue to munch on the rolls in your room while your thoughts pull you in deep.

The sudden knock on your door, however, brings you back to the present. Groaning loudly, you stand up from your padded window seat.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Jungkook.”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Your mouth agape at the sudden visit from your best friend. “Didn’t you say you won’t see me at all until break is over?”

“I might have changed my mind. I was very bored at home.” He enters your room, plopping on your beanbag. “So, now I am bored as hell and— Did you buy food without telling me?”

You met him during freshman year and you both hit it off quite quickly, you might add. After constantly pairing up together in projects, college project meetups gradually turned into hangouts.

“Says the one who claims to see my face every day makes him sick.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic ass, you go back to the window seat, crossing your legs. “It wasn’t planned, okay? I just got back home like thirty minutes ago.”

“But still you nearly finished everything without leaving me much!” He bit your last half-finished roll, letting out a noise of approval. “Which bakery did you buy it from?”

“It’s a new one. I never saw it before we went to college.”

“You should bring me there soon.”

“Nu-uh,” you refuse. “You can go yourself. I am not stepping a foot inside that place any longer.”

“What? Why not?”

“I may have embarrassed myself in front of the worker there.” Then you tell him what happened earlier.

Jungkook shakes his head in pity. “My poor Y/N, how do you always embarrass yourself when I’m not around? How would you survive in this world without me?”

Snorting at his words, you lean against the pillows on your back. “You’re the lucky one to have someone like me as his best friend. Anyways, how about that job I’m looking for?”

“Oh!” Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “Right, I was about to tell you! My friend is looking for a part-timer for his cafe.”

“Hmm, that sounds…”

Jungkook answers, “Boring? I know you’re looking for something much more exciting and—”

Narrowing your stare at Jungkook’s obvious judgmental face, you cut him off. “It sounds perfect, actually.”

Sighing, Jungkook whips up his phone. “You better bring me leftovers every time you get off work. I’ll bring you to his cafe tomorrow.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“What? Why?”

“You little shit—” You smack his arm.

“Ow! Stop that, woman! I thought you said—”

“This is a fucking bakery, dumbass!” You hiss at him.

Jungkook gapes at you. “It’s a bakery cafe, what’s the difference?”

“It’s different! I can’t go back in there!” You whine in embarrassment.

“Wait— So this is the bakery where you embarrassed yourself?”

Nodding wordlessly, you exhale before catching Jungkook failing to stifle his laughter. “Shouldn’t be too big of a problem. He’s nice, Y/N.”

“But—”

“And I told him you were coming…” Jungkook scratches the back of his head.

After contemplating for a while, you decided to gather your courage and enter the sweet-smelling bakery with Jungkook.

Too late to go back now. It was either this or staying bored at home for the rest of the summer break, facing your parents’ look of disapproval at your lack of daily activities, or to be more exact productivity.

The cute guy just finished placing cakes inside the glass displays on the counter, then his gaze shifts to where you and Jungkook are standing.

“Jungkook!” The cute guy’s brown hair is slicked back as he takes off his baker’s hat, approaching your best friend.

“It’s been so long, Hyung!” Jungkook greets back with a hug, smiling from ear to ear. “And wow—” His eyes skim through the pastel-themed cafe. “You finally opened your own cafe.”

Watching them interacting is a foreign sight to you. It’s a rare right to see Jungkook, the usually shy one, so friendly and comfortable around the cute guy.

If you’re lucky enough, maybe the cute guy won’t remember you and—

“Ah! Miss Cinnamon Rolls!”

Scratch that. Of course, he still remembers you.

“I didn’t know you were looking for a job.” His eye smile lands on you finally and your throat dries up.

Jungkook fails to hold back his laughter. “Miss Cinnamon Rolls? Just how much did you buy last time?”

After sending a brief glare at your best friend, you introduce yourself to the cute guy, “Y/N.”

As soon as your name slips past your lips, the cute guy freezes momentarily, eyes widening a fraction. “Y/N?”

You nod slowly.

“Uh,” He fumbles. “Jimin. Park Jimin.”

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“So, this is the kitchen area. We need to get the place ready by 8:30. Can you come by at 6 the latest?”

You nod at his question.

“We have a different menu each day. It will take some time for you to learn everything. But don’t worry I’ll teach everything you need to know.” He shoots you a smile, sending your heart to slightly flutter as you fiddle with your fingers.

Thank goodness Jungkook has left. Or else you’d never hear the end of his teasing or knowing smirk.

“I’m starting with bread and cakes these past few days before I open up the cafe section.”

For the rest of the day, Jimin spends his time letting you know everything about how the bakery runs whenever there are no customers. Even gracing you with two pieces of freshly-baked cinnamon rolls which made your cheeks burn in embarrassment at the memory of your first encounter.

“Go ahead, enjoy it,” Jimin shoots you a knowing grin.

Muttering a quiet ‘okay’, you take the first bite — holding a delighted groan at the sweetness that bursts through your tastebuds.

Propping his chin on his hand, he stares at you in amusement. “You must really like cinnamon rolls, huh?”

“They’re my comfort food,” you admit after swallowing down a piece. “My late grandmother used to make a lot of rolls at home.”

“I see… Well, have you ever baked before, Y/N?”

“The basic stuff like chocolate chip cookies…”

“Oh, that’s great—”

You added quickly, “But I nearly burned down Jungkook’s kitchen, though. He banned me from the kitchen ever since.”

A surprised laugh escapes the man’s lips which you don’t mind hearing more often, especially if you are the one behind it.

“At least the cookies still turned out great. It was a bit on the burnt side but still good… Crispy and crunchy.” You nervously chuckle. “But I swear, I’m not that bad if you provide a clear recipe!”

Still giggling, Jimin leans forward on his seat. “I can teach you everything you need to know. The basic stuff on baking and then there would be clear recipes I can provide you.”

Your eyes lighten up at that. “Yes! I’ll try my best.”

Arriving at the bakery at 6 am sharp, the next day — your official first day at work — Jimin can be seen moving back and forth from the small window opening connecting the kitchen and the bakery itself, already busy in the kitchen.

The smell of his work wafts through the entire bakery, indicating that he has been there for quite some time. Once you enter the kitchen, your mouth waters instinctively at the smell and sight of freshly-baked breads on the counter.

“How can I help?” From observing the finished baked goods, your eyes shift curiously at some ingredients — eggs, chocolate chips, sugar, flour — on the kitchen counter while you tighten the knot of your apron.

“You’re going to bake some chocolate chip cookies.” Jimin places a tray full of another different set of bread near the first one through the window. “So, go ahead, preheat the oven first.”

Following his instruction, you move towards one of the ovens. “Um…”

The corner of his lips quirks up at your obvious confusion before he chimes on how hot the oven should be set on.

With a brief nod, you turn on the oven. “Is this a test to see how far my baking skills go?” When you take a glimpse of the honey-haired man, he returns it with an amused grin of his own.

“Bingo.” Jimin’s smile is boyish and carefree and his eyes become crescent moons.

In other words, it made your heart race. However, you dismiss such unprofessional thoughts quickly before blood rises to your cheeks.

Clearing your throat, you move to the counter and start mixing the necessary ingredients altogether and set the dough on the baking tray. When the oven is preheated, you bring the tray towards it only to realise your mistake too late: not opening the oven first.

“Let me help,” Jimin says softly, opening the oven deftly.

“T-Thanks...” you mumble, concentrating on the task at hand.

Time passes quickly, before you know it, the oven makes a soft ‘ting’ sound. Opening it, the sweet smell wafts through the kitchen.

“I did it!” you say, excitedly placing the hot tray on the marble counter.

“But the final test is how the cookies taste.”

You watch in nervous anticipation as Jimin pops one of the cookies into his mouth. Not a moment later, he lets out a surprised sound.

“This is really good, Y/N. You do have the talent to bake.”

You beam at his words.

“Since that’s all set, I believe we still have other kinds of pastries to prepare for the day. I have all the recipes prepared for you here.” He motions to the notebook on the counter — you flip through it, astonished at all the recipes.

“Are these your own personalised recipes?”

Nodding, Jimin shoots you a grin. “I’ve always loved baking and there are some ways to make things with their own unique taste.”

The rest of the upcoming hour, you and Jimin were busy baking with Jimin instructing and giving you pointers. At some point, you even talked about anything and everything, as if you both have known each other all your life while you both work.

You have to admit, you find it really enjoyable. When the bakery closes, you sit quietly on one of the empty tables near the cashier after Jimin tells you to wait.

Mindlessly flipping through his recipe notebook, your attention soon shifts to Jimin himself with a steaming cup in his hold.

“Here.” He sets the cup in front of you.

You look at him quizzically before he motions for you to try.

“I’m opening the cafe part next week,” Jimin says. “Thought you can be the first to judge my caramel macchiato.”

“That’s a lot of caramel in one drink…” For a few moments, you observe the steaming coffee, froth decorates the top of it with drizzles of caramel in patterns of criss-cross nearly covering most of the foam itself. “Why caramel macchiato, though?”

“I thought you’d—” He clears his throat. “So many people really love caramel macchiato. So, I thought I’d go with this one for you to try first.”

Bringing the cup carefully to your lips, you take a sip of the beverage. The texture of the coffee is so smooth and the slight bitterness spreads through your taste buds and down your throat. Then you taste the caramel, letting out a delighted surprise when you find caramel bits inside the beverage.

Jimin keeps his stare on you, one hand supporting his chin and his eyes unreadable.

“What is it?” You ask, after downing the drink.

He blinks as if he was lost in his own thoughts. “Uh, how is it?”

“It’s very good.”

“Do you like coffee?” He asks.

Nodding, you tell him you loved to steal your mom’s coffee when you were younger. “There used to be a cafe near my place. I used to go there frequently during my high school years.”

Jimin briefly stills at yours words. “Do you... Still go there?”

You shake your head. “It was closed two years ago unfortunately.”

“Hmm, that’s a shame. I would’ve wanted to try the coffee there.”

Chuckling at his words, your mind takes you back to your high school days. “It was really good.”

Humming to yourself, you continue to flip through the pages of Jimin’s recipe notebook. “What’s this?” You stop at one page, pointing at a child’s drawing on his recipe notebook. “Did you draw it when you were younger?”

“It’s a shooting star.” Jimin answers. “And, no. I didn’t.”

“Oh? Sister? Brother?”

“I don’t have a sister and my brother just does not have the artistic skill to draw that,” he laughs. “It was someone from my past. Someone who is precious to me.”

“Oh…” Noticing his faraway gaze on the notebook, you sense it is a sensitive topic. “Why a shooting star though?”

“It represents hopes and wishes, according to her.” His smile turns nostalgic. “I was having a hard time back then. But this girl,” he chuckles as if in disbelief. “— just straight up grabbed my notebook and drew a shooting star on it, saying I should wish on this star since seeing a shooting star is not that common here.”

There’s something sad but warm in Jimin’s tone as he talks about this girl. You can only assume that this girl is not in his life anymore. Or even in this world.

“I see…”

“As ridiculous as it sounds, I actually did it. Very frequently in all honesty. Whenever I’m having a hard time, I’d wish upon that star.”

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A week passes quickly and just like a normal day, you arrive back home just a quarter past eight. Tugging off your shoes near the doorway, you hear your dad calling from the living room.

“Yes?” Mindlessly, you step into the living room only to meet the stern glare from him.

“Where were you?” Your dad asks. “Do you have any idea what time it is now?”

“It’s around eight...”

“And your curfew?”

Furrowing your brows, you gape, “I thought that was back in high school.”

“That still applies until now. I expect you to come back before seven.” Then he repeats his question, “Where were you?”

“From my new part-time place.” You answer. “I thought I told you about it.”

“If you want a job, you can intern in the company for the summer,” your dad sighs. “There’s no need for part-time jobs.”

You should have known it would last just three days before you are missing your university life, or to be more specific living alone. With the constant nagging from your parents, you crave for silence for a period of time. One thing you have been missing quite badly you have to admit, which is why you took the job in the bakery. Away from the scrutinising stares of your parents.

Here it goes again.

“I don’t think I’m ready to start there, Dad,” you exhale. “I want to do other things while I can.”

The same topic, the same debate you’d try to avoid as much as possible ever since you arrived back home for the summer. That was why you’d try to find something else to do. You always wanted to try a new hobby over the holidays. Now, with the excess amount of time in your hands, you are able to try.

That is why you opt for the part time job Jungkook found — working in the bakery.

“This isn’t going to work if you get home after your curfew, Y/N. You know how dangerous it is if you come home late.”

“I’m an adult now,” you reply, exasperatedly. “I can take care—”

“Things can get unpredictable, Y/N. It’s better that you’re safe than sorry.”

“Dad, when will you stop reminding me of that?” You groan in annoyance. “I don’t even remember how the accident happened.”

“The more reason for you to be cautious!”

Exasperated, you storm up to your room and carelessly throw your bag on the side of your bed. Laying on your back, you stare at the ceiling as your thoughts muddle when you try to think of what happened.

All you remember back then is that you woke up in the hospital, met with the worried gaze of your parents as soon as you got your consciousness back. However, they never tell or fill you in on what happened.

Gradually, your eyelids grow heavier — exhausted from the day and the burst of negative emotions over the argument you had earlier. Thus, you succumb to sleep. However, your mind takes you elsewhere.

Everything is dark.

With your own ragged breathing, you struggle to keep yourself as quiet as possible, biting down a hiss from the sting of your scraped knees. Tears pool in your eyes as you wait, hidden behind one of the playground’s slides and out of sight of any possible passerby.

There are no memories of what happened beforehand. All you know is to stay there and wait.

“Y/N?”

Peeking out of your hiding place, the figure draws closer calling your name in another hushed whisper.

But you knew this voice. So, you whispered back, “Here...” As soon as you get out of your hiding place, a warm embrace envelops your small frame.

“We’re okay, everything’s okay. I’ve lost them. We’re safe now,” he whispers, stroking your head softly while your fists clench on his shirt.

Not a moment later, your tears start to fall and you sob into his shirt. He tightens his hold on you, one hand on the back of your head as he repeatedly whispers, “It’s okay, I’m here.”

“I’m here...” His voice then seems to echo and your surrounding becomes a blur.

When you open your eyes, you realise you’re back in your room yet there are stray tears in your eyes. Sitting up on your bed, you take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

Was that a memory…?

“Have a good day.” You bid the last customer of the day farewell and once they leave, your cheeks droop into a frown. With a sigh, you walk out of the cashier register place towards the front door, turning the ‘Open’ plate to ‘Close’.

The dream you had last night still felt so vivid that you considered it was a flashback of your memory loss. You wanted to ask your parents about it. However, yesterday’s conflict was still fresh. You were sure they would dismiss it.

After cleaning up the counters of the bakery café and mopping the floors, you trudge into the break room, sitting down on one of its chairs as you wait for Jimin’s return from his “errand”.

Your mind takes you back to the dream where someone was hugging you tight.

Who was it? you wonder. In the back of your mind, somehow you never felt his warmth among your high school friends. The guy who was holding you is just different.

You are so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t realise Jimin entering until he brings something right in front of your face. “What—”

“Hot chocolate,” he answers, softly. “You seem distracted today, I thought this might cheer you up.”

Taking the steaming cup from him, you mutter your thanks before breathing in the sweet smell, blowing softly on the beverage. “That was fast.”

“Hmm?”

“Wait, did you go out to buy this?” You lift the warm cup of hot chocolate.

Jimin lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “I wanted to make you one. Until I realised that the ingredients are finished. So, I had to run out.”

“You didn’t have to, you know…”

“I know. But I wanted to anyway.”

Your eyes look down, can’t help feeling touched by his sweet gesture as you fight back to keep yourself from blushing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He must have noticed the change of your expression before he says quickly, “Only if you’re comfortable, of course! I just thought talking about what’s on your mind can ease you. At least a bit.”

Blinking your eyes twice, a chuckle escapes your lips. “I guess so.”

“That’s your first smile today.”

You raise a brow at him.

“Your first real smile, I mean. Your cheekbones do not have much tension if you’re genuinely happy whereas if you fake a smile, it seems more like you’re cringing. Like our first encounter.” He chuckles, meaningfully.

“I’m sorry...” you mumble, eyes glancing down at the steaming hot chocolate on your lap.

“That’s fine,” he says easily. “Everyone has their bad days.”

You smile slightly at his words. “Had a fight with my parents last night.”

Jimin stays quiet, still listening to you.

“They are always so protective when it comes to me. Maybe a bit too much at times. I’m a grown adult for fuck’s sake.” Another sigh escapes your lips before taking a sip of the hot chocolate. “My dad especially. He made it sound like a big deal when I came home around eight. I’m just frustrated at this.”

“Have you talked to him about it?”

You nod in response.

“Was there something that made your dad feel that way?”

“I...” You blink. “I guess it’s because that one time I ended up in the hospital?”

“You did?”

You nod. “A few years ago, I had an accident.”

Jimin stiffens at your words. “Oh?”

“But it was nothing. I didn’t even remember what happened in all honesty.”

He stutters, “W-What?”

“I lost my memories. I had no recall of the accident at all.” Eyes training blankly on your front, focusing on nothing as you dive back into your memories. “My parents told me there is nothing to worry about and my memories would come back gradually. They never filled me in on what happened too.”

The corner of his lips soon quirks up slightly, his expression wistful. “Maybe they wouldn’t want you to be traumatised by what happened. It’s already fortunate enough for you to be able to recover from your head injury.”

“Yeah... I guess so,” you mumble.

However, since that incident you can’t deny the feeling of something missing since a chunk of your life has been cut off. No memories of the accident have returned even after years. Recovering from the head injury—

“Wait—” Head snapping to face Jimin. “How did you know I had a head injury?”

Jimin blinks repeatedly, as if your words just sink in. “Ah! I mean isn’t it a head injury? You lost your memories after all.” An awkward laugh escapes his lips. “Usually, people who lost their memories have head injuries, right?”

“Well, yeah...”

“Anyways, finish the hot chocolate and you should head home before your parents—”

Suddenly, a wave of deja vu washes over you. Snapping your gaze from the hot chocolate in your hands, you look at Jimin as your brain starts to grow fuzzy at the familiarity of Jimin’s words.

“Jimin...” you begin.

“Huh?”

“Have we ever met before I started working here?”

“You mean the first time you came into this bakery?”

You shake your head. “No, even before that. Did we know each other?”

A surprised glint appears in his eyes before it dissipates as quick as it appears. “I don’t think so…?”

Oh.

“Maybe we’ve just ran into each other at some point in town. But I don’t think we ever knew each other.”

“I see...” Disappointment floods through you at his words.

Right, you thought to yourself. If he was a close friend he would have recognised you instantly when you came to his bakery.

“Oh, look at the time.” Jimin stands up. “You need to be home before dark, right?”

“It’s not a big deal—”

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. You’ve finished cleaning today. I just need to close up and check the supplies.”

“But—” Your words die in your throat when Jimin pats your head.

“You’ve worked hard today,” he grins at you.

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“I’m home,” you call out to no one in particular before you hear your mother from the kitchen.

Once you reach the kitchen, your mother turns her head to see you. “Help me set the table, dinner’s almost ready.”

Nodding, you follow suit. “Where’s Dad?”

“Your father is still caught in a meeting. He’ll be home late.”

“I see,” you mutter, placing the silverwares on the table.

“How’s work?” your mother asks. “You’re home earlier than usual.”

“It’s great,” you answer. “The boss lets me off early.”

And you continue to talk about your day. From helping Jimin bake cakes and bread early in the morning, serving customers coffee and desserts, cleaning up the whole place, and enjoying the hot chocolate Jimin bought you earlier.

“He sounds like a nice guy,” your mom muses when you both sit at the dinner table.

“He is.” A smile appears on your face, remembering his sweet gesture and warm presence. Then your mind shifts to the conversation you had earlier, and what has been bothering you lately. “Mom?”

“Hmm…?”

“Five years ago, how did I end up in the hospital?”

Your mother noticeably stiffens at your question, ceases digging through her plate of food.

“You and Dad never filled me in. You both kept on saying that my memories will return eventually… Until now actually.” You let out a breath. “I think I’m old enough to know what really happened.”

Letting out a deep breath herself, your mother puts down her fork. “What do you remember?”

“I was at a playground and hiding… Then there’s someone who came to find me.” Met with silence from your mother, you continue, “Was it one of my friends?”

Shaking her head, your mother answers, “It wasn’t any of your high school friends.”

“Then who…?”

“You never mentioned his name. But you’d always talk about him back then.” Your mother sighs. “Go through the attic when you’re having a day off. You’ll find some of your old stuff I hid there. Make sure your father is not home.”

Standing up, you want to go there at once. However, your mother stops you. “Y/N, listen to me. Whatever you find there, if you… If anything hurts or feels just too much, I want you to stop, alright? You’re a grown adult and I trust you’ll prioritise your own health.”

Nodding wordlessly, you finish the remaining food on your plate.

[ when you were fifteen years old: after the incident ]

When the dismissal bell rings, some students instantly scramble from their desks, some stretch lazily on their seats and have conversations with others.

“Hey, Y/N.” One of your classmates calls you, a smile etched on her face. “So glad to have you back.”

“Yeah! This sem has been a pain in the ass. You’ll get through it in a breeze!” Another classmate adds.

You respond with a grateful smile of your own before packing up your things.

It hasn’t been that long since you were released from the hospital. You have persistently insisted your parents to let you go back to school and they finally relented after you promised them that you’ll go straight back home and to not strain yourself after dismissing your parents’ idea of hiring a driver.

Today is your first day back. Your friends greeted you excitedly when you stepped into the classroom. Even those who you recall never talked much with you greeted you with a ‘Hi’.

Walking mindlessly through the streets of your neighbourhood, your legs take you to a cafe as you recognise the familiar scent of coffee.

Tilting your head in confusion, you stare at the cafe building in shades of black and brown.

What exactly are you doing here?

There were no planned meetups with your friends, yet, your body seems to find its way here. Fishing out your phone, you scan through the past messages to double check any planned hangouts.

It’s a Wednesday.

But…

With the curiosity nagging inside you, you search for Beomgyu’s contact.

[ 4:05 PM ] You: beomie, do you know the cafe near my place?

[ 4:05 PM ] Beomgyu: i guess?? Every wednesday you'd always go there for no apparent reason at all. When i wanted to tag along you’d always give me the devil eye :(

[ 4:05 PM ] You: oh… that’s… well, sorry lol. Do u wanna come here?

[ 4:06 PM ] Beomgyu: wait, r u srs ???

[ 4:06 PM ] You: i mean if u’re not busy and i think getting coffee and hanging in the cafe would be good.

[ 4:07 PM ] Beomgyu: i'd never thought this day would come :’) i’ll be there in 10.

Chuckling at your friend’s response, you place your phone back into your pocket. Exhaling, you enter the cafe and make your way towards the cashier register.

“Welcome, what would you like for today?” The person smiles at you.

“Caramel macchiato, please.”

She nods, typing in your order. “That will be four dollars.”

After exchanging your payment with a receipt, you wait at an empty table for two near the window. Something about this familiar place, however, feels off. Like there is something missing that you can’t seem to put your finger on.

Your thoughts are cut off when someone takes the seat across from you. “Why are you so deep in thought?”

Beomgyu stares at you quizzically as you blink in realisation. “Uh…”

He narrows his stare at you suspiciously before shifting his gaze around the cafe. “So, what is it that kept you going here?”

You shake your head in response. “I have no idea either. Honestly, I have this gut feeling to come here when I passed by earlier.”

“Hmm, maybe the coffee?” Beomgyu watches one of the waitresses bringing your orders, placing it on your table.

Sighing, you stare at the steaming cup with caramel drizzles on the foam for a few moments. Then you bring the cup to your lips to take a sip.

“Argh, why is this bitter?” Scrunching your nose, you motion towards the waitress for extra caramel.

“Did… Your taste buds change too? You said the caramel macchiato here is perfect.”

A snort escapes you as you drizzle more caramel into the coffee. “I got hit in the damn head, Beomie. It doesn’t change my taste buds.”

He shrugs. “Well, who knows. I never knew you like caramel that much.”

You freeze momentarily.

“Y/N? You okay?” Beomgyu waves a hand in front of your face.

“Y-yeah, I just…”

“You just…?”

Shaking your head once more, you whisper, “It’s nothing…” But your eyes scan through the busy workers in the cafe.

Deep inside, you had an inkling that the coffee here isn’t your sole reason for coming here.

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Turns out you were right.

Once when you came into the cafe on another Wednesday, you sat at your usual place after ordering your usual drink.

“Oh, my dear, you’re finally back,” someone says.

Blinking, your gaze snaps to the elder woman — maybe around her mid fifties — and you give her a small smile before asking, “Do I know you...?”

It was her turn to look confused at your words.

“I’m really sorry for not recognising!” You grow flustered at your words. “I lost my memory in an accident a few months ago...”

“Oh, that’s awful!” The lady — a regular customer, you assume — gasps. “So that’s why you don’t frequent this cafe anymore. The young man looked so heartbroken before he quit his job—”

“Young man?”

“The barista, dear,” the lady replies. “You used to come here and meet him. I had to shush the both of you every time to not disturb the other customers.”

“I... Was he from my school?”

The lady shakes her head. “I don’t think so. He never wore a uniform like yours.”

“Do you know his name?”

The lady shakes her head once more. “His name was Park. Probably that’s his last name. At least that’s what is written on his name tag.”

And you internally groan. There are thousands of people with that last name.

“Do you know where he’s gone?”

“I’m afraid no, my dear. I heard he quit the job suddenly.”

Sighing, you thanked the lady before heading out of the cafe with your shoulders dropping in defeat.

The trapdoor makes a loud creaking sound when you lift it up, indicating that it hasn’t been used for a very long time. Slipping the key back to your back pocket, you step up further on the ladder with the trap door laying on another side as you go through it while the floorboards creak underneath your weight.

It didn’t take you long to locate your old things. Scanning through the boxes, you find one doodled in various flowers and rainbows with your name written on it as well.

With a grunt, you lift up the dusty box, bringing it down to the floor with a thud which causes you to cough at the flying dust. In an attempt to swat the dust away, you wave your hand in front of you. Still coughing uncontrollably with your eyes watering. After your cough ceases, you crouch and open the box. A few notebooks can be found inside along with some old dolls from your childhood.

You vaguely remember the locked diary you liked to write in about your day and its pale pink cover which was covered in sparkling stickers you used to be obsessed with.

Digging further through the books, you finally found it — the possible answer to your lost memories — with a small key dangling on the lock.

Climbing down from the attic, you made your way to your room while fumbling with the lock and key of your old diary. After successfully unlocking it, you take a seat on your padded window sill, flipping through the yellowing pages.

The first page was clearly written by you. Your old handwriting and your name. The first entry you wrote dates back to a decade ago.

Your fingers twitch at how cringe-y most of the entries are. Yet, at the same time you find it endearing how you used to write about your day. The good, the bad, and the normal things — appreciating just to be able to experience and get through them.

The last of your entries date back to months before the incident when you were fifteen. Probably because you decided that you were too old to write diaries any longer.

Recalling how you’d always visit the cafe every Wednesday, you skim through Wednesday entries. However one particular name seems to stand out in those entries.

“Mochi?” You flip from one entry to another. Who the hell is that?

Deciding to get to the bottom of this, you search for the earliest entry that you can find — nine years ago.

I met the hot choco guy again, today. I’m feeling so happy!!! He is so nice. why can’t any of the boys in my school be like him????

Hot... Choco? Furrowing your brows, you skip to the next Wednesday entry.

i am feeling so happy that mama brought me to the cafe last last week!!! she do not let me drink the coffee drink, so Mochi give me hot choco! i think it’s the best BEST drink EVER!!!

“How the hell did hot choco guy turn into Mochi?” you mumble to yourself, flipping through your diary to the next Wednesday entry.

Mochi teached me how to do math!!! It was so fun! But when Teacher Lee teaches me, it’s always boring. How did Mochi make math fun??? I wish he go to my school instead and teach me math :(

You internally cringe at your younger self. Exhaling, you press your temple in disbelief.

This whole diary of your younger self is basically gushing over this hot-choco-turned-Mochi guy as you flip through other pages. However, you stop at a certain entry.

Today… Is a very bad day. But Mochi suddenly makes it better.

Glancing at the date — it was the day your grandmother passed away.

He promises to make me cinnamon rolls whenever i tell him to! Just like Grannie… I’m sorry, Diary. I don’t think i can write more today. I just hope tomorrow will be a better day.

“Mochi…” you mumble repeatedly with furrowing brows and the name seems to trigger your brain to relive some memories.

“I’m calling you Mochi!” You hear your own twelve-year old voice. Yelping, your diary lands on the floor with a small thud.

“No!” Another voice rings in your head — familiar and warm. “That’s a really uncool nickname.”

“But you look like a mochi! And it’s not uncool! I think it’s really cute!”

Blinking, your mind brings you back to reality. Reaching down for your diary, you freeze momentarily before clutching your head. For a moment, your heart stops when your gaze lands on your diary’s open page — a drawing of a familiar shooting star.

Mochi is… Jimin?

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[ when you were twelve ]

When another sigh escaped his lips, you glanced up from your math workbook — his face can only be described as perturbed. With no hesitance, you quietly pushed the last cookie on your plate to him, earning his glassy stare as it shifted from his notebook that’s lying open on the table.

He blinked a few times before clearing his throat. “Why didn’t you finish that? Do you want to bring it home?”

You shook your head, heat tinging your cheeks. “It’s for you. You look like you need it.”

“It’s caramel cookies.”

Nodding, you mumbled, “You said eating it can comfort people.”

The boy stared at you for a moment longer — recalling the time when you had a bad day and he gave you that, then he chuckled. “I guess I did.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded again. “I can order hot chocolate for you too.”

He reached for the last cookie, finally a small smile you have awaited appearing on his face. “This is enough, Y/N. I really appreciate it. Thanks.”

You beamed at his words, then you extended one hand to take his notebook and draw a shooting star on the page it was opened on.

“We can’t really see shooting stars in here,” you explain, pushing his notebook back to him. “So, whenever you’re having a hard time, wish on this shooting star! It represents hopes and wishes!”

“What that’s—” He stopped himself. Letting out a sigh, he found himself nodding despite how ridiculously endearing the idea was. “Alright. I will.”

The blare of your alarm jolts you awake. Groaning, you grab your phone, turning off the alarm when you realise you have to go to work. You can’t find it in yourself to see Jimin today. Not after finding out that he was, is, part of your missing childhood memories.

Your gaze lands on the diary, laying open on your window sill. As you read more and more of your diary entries, Mochi being Jimin just makes sense. You remember how he went out of his way just to buy you hot chocolate when you were having a bad day — just like in the past.

After all this time, Jimin is actually part of, no, in most of your childhood life.

And he denied it.

Why?

You continuously drift back to that one question. Why did he deny it when you asked him? Don’t people usually love to get reacquainted with their childhood friends?

Sighing, you message Jimin listlessly, telling him you aren’t feeling well before you turn off your phone completely. You don’t think you can handle interacting more with him.

Hours passed, when someone barges in your room. “Y/N!”

Peeking out from your blanket, you glare at your best friend. “What the fuck, Kook?”

“Jimin told me you aren’t feeling well. So, I came to check up on you.”

“Okay, you did. Now, go back home.”

Without responding, he opens the curtain in your room, letting in the piercing sunlight and you let out an annoyed ‘tsk’.

Should have known your best friend isn’t going to let this go easily.

“What’s wrong with you? You’ve been off the whole weekend. You may be able to trick Jimin but you can’t trick me.”

Still burying yourself under your blanket, the bed dips on your friend’s weight as he waits for your response. But you keep your silence, trying your best to even your breathing. You’ve cried enough after all.

“Hmm?” Jungkook stands up. “What’s this? Your diary?”

Abruptly, you fling yourself off the bed and grab your diary from his clutches.

“Go home, Jungkook. I’m not in the mood to deal with this.”

“You know I won’t until you tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m just...” Your shoulders droop in defeat. “Why?”

“Why what?”

You hate crying in front of anyone. But it’s as if a dam broke, your tears do not stop falling while you babble, “Why did he pretend to not know me? Why did he deny? Why—”

Jungkook blinks repeatedly at your sudden change. “W-wait! Why are you crying? I don’t under—”

“Park Jimin!” Your sudden outburst flusters him further. “The guy who you’re friends with and who you recommended for me to work with! That’s who!”

“But—”

“He‘s Mochi.”

Jungkook looks dumbfounded for a moment before your words register inside his head. “M-Mochi?”

Like a petulant child, you climb on your bed once more and hide your diary beneath your pillow. “Leave me alone, Kook.”

With a defeated sigh, Jungkook trudges out of your room, leaving you once again drowning in your thoughts.

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Jimin has always loved mornings, especially when he is able to quietly bake on what most people would call ungodly hours. There is something enjoyable about being fully awake during this time when no sounds of passing vehicles can distract him, making him feel at ease.

He had started appreciating the little things in life when you — who once stared up at him with curious eyes, expression lightening up when he made a cup of hot chocolate for you — taught him to.

Chuckling to himself, his mind drifts back to the time you first entered his bakery. Gods, he should have known it was you. But you were so different, he could hardly comprehend how much you had grown.

Gone was your happy-go-lucky self. He was stunned when you suddenly snapped at him. Your younger self would probably respond with a smile and drone on about how much you love cinnamon rolls. For a second, his heart had hoped. Maybe you remembered him after all these years?

Yet that hope dissipated in an instant when you merely apologised and ran out. Moreover, you didn’t return to his bakery after buying the cinnamon rolls, he thought he had screwed things up by attempting to start a conversation with you. Or maybe that person wasn’t really you. Just someone who looks a lot like you. He still had his suspicions after all.

However, his suspicions were gone the moment you introduced yourself, leaving him speechless. Jimin would be lying if he said he didn’t hope — at least for a bit — that you would remember him when he mentioned his name.

That was why the moment you appeared once more to work as a part-timer, he was ecstatic. No words can explain it.

He started to look forward to work every day — coming to his own bakery to see you even when you didn’t remember him, but he would still gladly take whatever he can to be around you.

Once he sets the tray of unbaked cinnamon rolls into the oven, his phone buzzes. As soon as he reads the text, his heart drops a little.

[ 7:08 AM ] You: Sorry, I cant come to work today. Not feeling well.

He types, ‘That’s okay. get well soon, y/n :)’

But it left undelivered. Did your phone die? He wonders.

Jimin can’t help shake the weird feeling bubbling inside. So, he messages Jungkook.

[ 7:15 AM ] Jimin: y/n isn’t feeling well today. do u mind checking up on her ???

But of course, Jungkook didn’t read the message until a few hours later. That boy enjoys gaming all night.

[ 12:03 PM ] Jungkook: what?

[ 12:03 PM ] Jungkook: for real ?? since when does she get sick? that girl has a fucking high immunity. she never even once got a cold during the semester

Jimin furrowed his brows at that.

[ 12:04 PM ] Jimin: still, go check up on her pls. she’s ur friend too

[ 12:04 PM ] Jungkook: yeah, omw

It hasn’t even been an hour later when Jungkook rushes into the bakery — earning surprised and curious glances from the customers who were chattering among themselves. “Hyung—“ he catches his breath as he stands in front of the counter. “I think you need to fix—“ Huff. “—I mean go to Y/N’s house yourself.

Jimin blinks in confusion.

“You... You’re Mochi, aren’t you?”

At the mention of that name, blood drains from Jimin’s face instantly.

She remembers...?

“How did you—”

“What matters is, you need to fix it, hyung. You’re the only one who can. She’s not herself, right now. I've known her for a few years and it takes a lot for her to react like this. So, please, you should talk about it.”

“Okay,” Jimin breathes out. “Do you mind closing the cafe once the customers are all done?”

Jungkook nods. “Yeah, just go to her, hyung. I’ll handle everything here.”

[ when you were fifteen: before the accident ]

“I wish you can teach me math all the time, Mochi,” you giggle, leaning back on the cafe chair. “Everything is easier when you explain it.”

Jimin chuckles at that. “I’m pretty sure you’re the one not paying attention in class.”

Shaking your head rapidly, you deny, “Of course I paid attention! It’s just... I don’t know… It was really boring when my teacher was teaching. He just drones on and on without stopping.”

With an amused hum, Jimin stands up. “I’ll get ready to leave. I’ll walk you home.”

After a few minutes, you head out of the cafe with Jimin behind you. Shivering against the cool night air, you draw closer to the boy. Instinctively, Jimin offers you his open hand which you accepted with no hesitance.

Little did he know, every time he does this, it makes your heart beat a little faster at the way your hand fits well in his. And you savour it.

The build up of feelings has been going on for a while now. Maybe a few months. You’ve developed a crush on him. Like, how can you not? Jimin possesses charming qualities that no one else has. Not to mention how kind and warm of a person he is.

Meetings in the cafe had you wishing they were dates instead. And you had to let him know.

And tell him you did.

He blinks at first, words sinking into him. Mochi, I think I like you. Like, really, really like you.

His cheeks are pink, you weren’t sure if it's from the cold or his embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.”

Of course. What were you expecting? He only sees you as a little sister.

“No, that’s okay,” you reply quickly, but your heart drops. “It’s just… You know, I wanted to tell you know because you’re really cool, Mochi.”

“Y/N… Listen, this is not a good time—” Abruptly, he stops, catching your wrist on his. “I want you to hide in the playground.”

“What?”

“Hide, please. I will explain everything later.”

You want to run away from him. But the pleading look on his face makes you listen.

“There he is!” You hear an unfamiliar shout.

Cursing under his breath, Jimin quickly pushes you under the slide. “Wait here.”

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[ Present time ]

Jimin reaches your house, his heart beating fast against his chest with a box of cinnamon rolls in hand.

You are home alone and Jungkook has left the door unlocked.

Letting himself in, Jimin glances around. Everything still looks the same as back then. He went to your house once to tutor you. And he still can remember that day clearly.

Climbing up the stairs, he reaches your room. With shaking hands, he knocks on the door.

Silence.

A moment or two passes then your door opens. Jimin braces for the anger you’d throw at him.

But nothing comes.

You merely stand there, eyes glassy as they lock on his.

“Y/N...” He mutters, torn between to reach out or not. But you leave the door open as you sit on your bed. Jimin enters your familiar room, still surprised at how it still looks the same. And his eyes fall on a notebook — the notebook you never let him read — on the table.

“Why are you here?” you ask, voice trembling.

“I wanted to check up on you—”

“Why?”

Jimin knows at once what you are asking.

He approaches you sitting on the edge of the bed. He kneels down, peering up with those chocolate eyes of his to meet your downcast stare — like those times when he wants to talk to you and you refuse to look at him.

“Do… Do you still remember me?” Your voice barely comes out as a whisper.

“Y/N…” The lack of surprise in his voice answers it. He still remembers you as you recall the once shocked expression on his face when you first introduce yourself. Now, it all made sense.

“W-Why didn’t you tell me?” A sob escapes your lips. “Do you not want me to remember—”

He shakes his head, denying it quickly. “No! Of course not. I just… I was ecstatic actually when it was you who came to work for me.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” Voice cracking. “You knew me—”

Clearly in conflict, he sighs, “I don’t want you to remember your traumatic memories… Remembering me might cause you more pain.”

“But it didn’t. Those memories, from what I can remember there’s nothing—”

“That’s what your parents told me, Y/N.”

Eyes widening, you gape at him as tears cascade down your face.

“You were seriously injured back then. The doctor said it will be best for you to let your own memories come to you in their own time. And I had to leave this place... I came by after your operation and... I wanted to say goodbye but I was told it was best to not see you any longer to prevent anymore distress—”

“But you are important to me!” You cut him off. Then turning quieter, “You are important to me…” You say between sobs.

Covering your eyes with your hand, you whimper when Jimin engulfs you in a hug. “I’m sorry…” He murmurs, caressing your head. “I’m so sorry…”

His heart breaks at your current state, tightening his hold on you, who’s crying into his chest. Years of buried regret and longing resurface. He had envisioned many times on how you would remember him. But he fails to realise how much it can hurt you when your memories return. If only he can turn back time, he will take that chance to save you from the misery of your memory loss.

Yet, all he can do now is to hold you close, begging you for forgiveness and hope that you’d let him stay by your side.

“So, let me get this straight, you—” Jungkook points his straw at you. “—and Jimin hyung were childhood friends—” He pierces the plastic cover of his milk tea. “—and he used to tutor you in a cafe.”

Nodding, you purse your lips and enjoy your own drink.

You had taken a few days off after the reconciliation to collect your thoughts and confront your parents about what had happened. They have come into terms with their protectiveness of you staying out very late. And you have managed to convince them to let you stay out late as long as you let them know.

You were planning to stay in bed all day if it wasn’t for Jungkook who barged into your room like he owns the place, after he claimed that Jimin lets him off from work early — which you doubt honestly, it’s more of Jungkook escaping from work — and decided to drag you to the nearest milk tea shop.

“Is something weird?” you blurt out.

“Did you by any chance, I don’t know...” Jungkook mutters. “Have feelings for each other?”

You nearly choke on your tapioca pearl and rapidly you shake your head. “No! That’s—”

Jungkook narrows his stare at you, sipping his drink as you continue to blabber, “I mean, I knew him since I was like, what? Twelve? He never sees me that way.”

“Maybe he didn’t back then.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I mean both of you are adults now. Aren’t things different?”

You snort at his words. “He always sees the little girl in me, Jungkook. So, please, don’t make things weird, alright? I can literally see your head gearing.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh. “Alright, if you say so. But how about you?”

Sipping your drink, you lift a brow at him.

“Do you like him?”

“Of course, I do.”

“I meant like, like him.”

“Kookie, what are you? Five?”

He snorts at your response. “Five heads taller than you—” Your glare shuts him up. “Okay, but do you see him as someone special?”

An exasperated sigh escapes your lips. “Why are we discussing this? We’re just friends. Who coincidentally are childhood friends as well.”

“You sure?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh once more. “What are you expecting me to say?”

“What do you think of him?”

Almost at once, the words flow easily out of your mouth. “He’s a caring person and he knows how to comfort someone when they’re having a bad day.”

“You mean, he knows how to comfort you when you’re having a bad day yourself,” Jungkook chuckles.

You blink at that.

“Look, I’m not implying anything but he was worried as hell when I told him about you the other day. Even nearly left his bakery without supervision. That’s when yours truly—” He points at himself. “—came in.”

And the question that swims in the back of your mind disappears. “So, it is you, you overgrown rabbit. You told him about me—”

“Well, you can’t blame me. You should be thanking me instead. It’s because of me you both finally reconciled. Admit it, you’re happy — happier, in fact.”

And you can’t deny it. Jungkook has been one of those people who’d look out for you. Yes, even when he can be a pain in the ass sometimes, or just loves to hear the “piping hot” tea of what’s happening in your life.

Sighing in defeat, you murmur, “Even if I do like him...” You shake your head. “No, it shouldn’t even matter in the first place.”

Noticing your shuttering expression, Jungkook thankfully does not press the subject further. Nor does he question why. And you are grateful for him.

“Interesting. So, you do like him.”

Scratch that, your best friend is still a pain in the ass.

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Standing in front of the bakery cafe, you released a deep breath.

Through the glass door, Jungkook is helping out at the cashier counter, serving beverages and desserts to dine-in customers. However, Jimin is nowhere in sight.

Releasing a deep breath, the bell of the door rings which signals your entrance. Jungkook notices you at once before he points to the kitchen.

You rush inside — stopping abruptly a few steps away from him — now, regarding the man differently. He was the boy who has been your comfort for so many occasions after all.

Jimin is icing cupcakes, his eyes focusing on his task and you can’t help but smile at the sight.

With your memories — of kindness, warmth, and friendship — now fully returned, you remember how you were always enamoured watching Jimin work. You’d watch him make drinks in the cafe when you had no homework to do. You’d sit at the bar, munching on cookies-of-the-day as your eyes followed Jimin’s movements.

A few moments pass, Jimin’s gaze shifts to you briefly and double-takes. He curses under his breath, cupcake slipping from his grip — icing spilling on the marble counter. “Hey, you’re back—” He quickly grabs a cloth and wipes off the cream before he turns to face you properly, grinning from ear-to-ear. “—you didn’t tell me you’re coming in today.”

He opens his arms and your legs move of its own accord, following your instinct as you close the distance between you and him — wrapping your arms around his waist.

You weren’t surprised at how your younger self used to have a big fat crush on him. He was and always will still be your Mochi. The guy who treated you to your favourite sweets, who knows how you like your caramel macchiato the best, and who never fails to put butterflies in your stomach.

Breathing his sweet scent, you remember the time you’d ask him for hugs whenever you were down and your younger self had even claimed once that his hugs were magical as it was written in your diary. To quote it, “Mochi gives the BEST BEST hugs in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD”.

“Your hugs…” you mumble, eyes closed. “They’re still the best…”

Jimin merely tightens his hold on you. That is until a force — appearing in the form of Jeon Jungkook — shatters the serene atmosphere, bringing you back to reality. “Hyung! Oh—”

Abruptly, you both pull away from each other. Jungkook stands awkwardly, shifting his weight from one leg to another.

“What is it?” Jimin breaks the silence, composed as ever.

“Uh, need more cupcakes. The ones on the display are finished…”

“Right,” Jimin turns to you. “Y/N, can you help me ice the rest of the cupcakes?”

Nodding, you turn to the employee’s room, putting your things in the locker and grabbing an apron.

Hugging Jimin seems so natural that you fail to consider how weird it looks to the people around you. Jungkook’s awkward silence proves that.

Your thoughts are swimming in confusion. And once again those butterflies appear in your stomach. Fanning your heated cheeks with your hands, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your racing heart.

Your childhood crush is gone. You’re just happy to have Mochi back in your life. That’s all. That should be all.

One afternoon, you mindlessly clean up the kitchen. Due to the public holiday, the bakery is closing earlier, and your thoughts have drifted back to the past.

You remember the night of the incident when Jimin walked you home after he had lost those men who chased after him. He stopped you for a moment, breaking the silence. “You okay?” Warm concern lacing his tone.

Jaw clenching, you mumbled. “Just a scratch.” Reluctant to give him any longer response.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn't have shoved you harshly before.” He crouched, inspecting your knees before he peered up to meet your stare.

“It’s fine.”

When you were just a few blocks away from home, Jimin broke the silence. “Listen Y/N—” His footsteps faltered as he reached to touch your shoulder. “—about earlier, I think you shouldn’t have feelings for me, I—”

Abruptly, you pulled your hand away from his, hurt consuming you. “I shouldn’t have feelings for you?”

You wished Jimin had forgotten your spontaneous confession as he nodded, hesitantly.

“Well, I can’t control my feelings. So, just let it be. It’ll be fine.” You glanced at him before walking faster.

The rest of the trip home was tense, full of unanswered questions. Who were those men? Why did they chase after Jimin? Is it really that bad to have feelings for him? Who gave him the right to dictate your feelings?

You felt so childish back then. Recalling the memories makes you cringe at your younger self for overreacting. But you suppose it’s normal for a fifteen year-old girl. And you were able to sense that Jimin wanted to ease the tense atmosphere. But you were too hurt to even give him a chance. You needed time to process what happened that day.

However, one minute Jimin had stopped you again, desperate to appease you. And the next minute, someone ran towards him with a bat in hand. It’s as if time slowed down, you moved before a harsh impact landed on you.

Your mind brings you back to reality, and instinctively you touch the part where your head was struck with your free hand.

“Y/N? Are you done cleaning up?”

Jimin’s voice startles you and you nearly drop the mop’s handle from your grasp.

“Yes,” you manage to say. And somehow you can’t look at him in the eye.

“What’s wrong?” Out of instinct, he cups your face to look at you in the eye. And hell, your heartbeat gradually increases as you can smell the sweet scent of bread from him along with a tinge of his cinnamon scent.

Mind blanking out at the close proximity, the only intelligible response you can say is, uhhh. Your grip on the mop handle tightens as your palm grows clammy.

He’s gorgeous. That’s one thing for sure.

“Hey, why are you blushing?”

Blinking rapidly, you watch his eyes turn into those crescent moons and a giggle escapes his lips as he pulls away, grabbing the mop from your hold.

“I’ll put this back. You nearly snapped it in half, you know.”

“Yeah,” you nod, mind whirling and you blabber the first thing in your mind. “I have a pet fish.”

“Huh?”

Realising how random you sounded, you clear your throat. “I just remember I had to come home early today, since Mr. Goldy is waiting for me.”

“Ooh, that’s—”

But you’ve run for the lockers, quickly changing out of your work attire.

“Thanks for today, Mochi. See you tomorrow!” You say and run out of the bakery without sparing him another glance.

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“What are you exactly doing here?”

Unflinching, you answer your best friend monotonously, “Buying a fish.”

“You don’t have a tank at home.”

“Exactly, that’s why I’m looking for one now.”

“But why?”

“Why not?”

Jungkook lets out a sigh. “You’ve been acting weird all week, Y/N.”

You ignore his words, eyes scanning through the fishes of different colours and kinds.

“Oh! These ones are pretty.” Jungkook comments, earning your attention.

“Excuse me?” You call one of the workers there. “I was wondering if this fish is suitable for beginners.”

The worker nods, smiling. “Yes, these are what we call the Betta fish. Their scales are beautiful and they are also easy to take care of. Would you like to purchase them?”

You respond with a brief ‘yes’.

“Now, all you need is a tank,” Jungkook says.

“We provide delivery services for the tank. I’d recommend buying this one.” The worker points at one of the tanks. “In the meantime, you can purchase the fishbowl for now.”

And with that you have a new pet fish and a brand new fish bowl in hand — specifically Jungkook’s, because you gotta put those muscles into good use — and you head back home. On the way back, Jungkook suddenly clears his throat. “So… What’s up with you?”

“What?”

“Let me summarise what just happened,” he says. “I had the day off today, and suddenly you called me to meet you in a fish store, and you have been acting all weird and somehow out of all the nice shades of blue fishes in the tank, you chose the ugly yellow—”

You kick his shin in retaliation. “It’s not yellow, it’s gold, dumbass. How dare you say that in front of Lady Goldilocks.”

“Oh, wow, now it even has a name.” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I seriously can’t believe you chose this one out of all the other colours. It reminds me of Jimin hyung—” And he gapes at you. “No way. Is it because he likes this colour?”

You blink in realisation. Jimin does like this colour.

“Okay, ‘fess up. What’s up with you?”

You let out a defeated sigh. “I like him.”

Jungkook looks unamused.

“I mean like, like him. And I need to get over him.”

Jungkook furrows his brows. “Why would Hyung want that?””

“I shouldn’t like him, Kook. He told me once and, I don’t know, I just can’t control my feelings. I don’t want to lose him again and I’m scared that he’ll be gone if he knows—”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Jungkook grasps your shoulder with his free hand. “—I can understand what you’re feeling, Y/N. How about let me prove to you that Jimin won’t be gone even when you have feelings for him?”

“I swear, Jeon Jungkook, if you utter a single word about this conversation—”

“No!” He denies repeatedly. “I won’t. Promise. I can prove it to you another way. Don’t worry.”

“Okay, then. How?”

“I have a plan. To take the title as your number one best friend once and for all—”

“Who says you are even at the top?”

“Aren’t I? You told me once.” Jungkook fishes his phone out of his jacket, taps a few times on his screen before he shows you a video of your drunk self a few months ago after exam week.

“Kookieee, I think you’re my number one best friend! So proud to have someone like you in my life—”

You try to reach for his phone, cheeks burning in embarrassment, as you shoot him the nastiest glare you can muster. However, Jungkook being Jungkook merely cackles at that. Your voice from the video still continues, “—you’re like Mochi—” Your present self tenses at that.

“Who’s Mochi?” Jungkook asked curiously in the video.

“Shhhhh… We don’t speak of that name here, m’kay? Mochi is gone. So you are best friend number one!”

Jungkook stops the video, tucking his phone back to his pocket. “I asked you once who Mochi was when you were sober. But you didn’t remember back then. So I never asked again until you mentioned the name ‘Mochi’ once more a few days ago.”

Gaping, you stop walking as the stunned silence falls over you.

“I think your subconscious had always known about him. And it shows how special he is to you.” When you’re about to deny that, Jungkook shushes you. “Don’t try to deny, Y/N. Even before you knew he was Mochi you already liked him.”

“I hate that you’re starting to look like a rooster. Were you always this cocky?”

Your best friend merely shrugs. “So, here’s the plan. As I was saying, with my ‘number one best friend’ title under threat, we’re going to demote Jimin as your boyfriend! It’s a win-win situation!”

“What? I never even asked for him to be my boyfriend but wait— Don’t you mean promote?”

“Y/N, as much as I love your dumb ass, you tend to be quite demanding with people. Hopefully, he knows how to handle your present self.”

“Jeon Jungkook, please don’t make me regret this.”

A few days after the conversation with Jungkook, the boy gets to work as fast as possible, and by work, it means work to get on Jimin’s nerves instead of actually being helpful in the cafe.

Jungkook has become noticeably clingy, or overall, just more touchy with you. It’s not like it’s anything new in all honesty. Throughout college, the relationship between the both of you is purely platonic. Your other college friends knew this and seeing the both of you cuddle wouldn’t be a strange sight. Jimin, however, isn’t one of your college friends and Jungkook seems to have taken advantage of this. Thus, he begins to work in the bakery almost every day, claiming just to see you.

At first Jimin showed no reaction since Jungkook is a good friend of his. But he has grown visibly irritated lately while Jungkook revels in pressing the older one��s buttons further.

“Jungkook…”

“Hmm?”

“Can you please stop invading my personal space?”

“But it’s not going to work if I don’t— Oof!” You shove him away before going back to your task — placing the cupcakes on the display tray — annoyance building up at Jungkook’s disruptions.

“I’m going to file a restraining order on you at this rate.”

He huffs, moving towards you once more. “Don’t you want to prove that Jimin is going to be pissed if he sees me being affectionate to you?”

You shake your head. “I just want to work in peace.”

“Hmph. You’re no fun.”

“Cuz you’re the one not working.”

“Hey, I’m helping here voluntarily.”

You ignore his words, focusing on your task while Jungkook starts whining for you to give him attention. “Kook, I fucking swear if you don’t get your hands off—”

Jimin’s voice rings “Y/N, are the cupcakes...” He trails as soon as he enters the kitchen, freezing at the sight of Jungkook wrapping his arms around your waist, snuggling his dumb head on the crook of your neck.

“He’s going to rage,” Jungkook whispers, laughing softly.

“Uh, Jungkook can I talk to you?” Jimin asks, eyes noticeably narrowing as his tone tenses.

“Finally,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, before he lets go of you and faces Jimin. “Sure, Hyung.”

You take that cue to leave, bringing the freshly iced cupcakes to the display counter, leaving Jungkook and Jimin alone in the kitchen.

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“What’s been going on with you lately? You come here to work everyday but all I can see is you busy flirting with Y/N.” Jimin throws the younger one an unamused glare.

Jungkook answers easily, “I do my job, Hyung. And so what if I do flirt with Y/N?”

“You can’t,” Jimin blurts out, earning a questioning look from Jungkook. “You just can’t.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Do you like Y/N?”

“Of course, she’s my best friend.”

Jimin shoots Jungkook another unamused look at his answer.

“I’m going to tell her how I feel in three days,” Jungkook continues.

Jimin’s stomach drops at that statement. However, at the same time the urge to let you know how he truly feels increases. But the thought of the impending rejection after hurting you and causing your memory loss makes him think twice.

Maybe Jungkook deserves you more than him — he can protect and support you while Jimin has failed.

With a shaky breath, Jimin mutters, “Take care of her, alright?”

Obviously, his response catches Jungkook off guard. “What?”

“Take good care of Y/N, JK. I’m seriously counting on you.”

“Wait—“ Jungkook looks downright flustered at the unexpected response. “Hyung, wait.”

“What?” Now it’s Jimin’s turn to be confused.

Jungkook clears his throat. “Just give me an honest answer, hyung. No lies.”

A pause.

“Do you like Y/N? As in more than friends?”

Jimin nods without hesitance.

Jungkook mumbles something under his breath that Jimin is sure it sounds like, freaking idiots.

“Go tell her how you feel, Hyung. And tell her as soon as possible.”

“But you—”

“It’s to push you to confess to her. I don’t see Y/N that way.” Jungkook sighs. “Honestly, what would the both of you be without me?”

Jimin stands in the kitchen, speechless, as Jungkook continues to ramble how significant his role is in between your relationship and how you and Jimin owe him so much.

“So, yes, go tell her how you feel, hyung. She’ll listen to whatever you’ll say.”

With a newfound resolve, hope sparks in Jimin’s heart. “I will.”

To say that Jimin is nervous would be an understatement. He had barely slept a wink last night, thinking of all the words and how he would explain why he had left so suddenly and confess his feelings to you. Jungkook has been a supportive friend, even if he does push Jimin’s buttons along the way. However, Jimin knows that it was his own way of showing encouragement.

You are cleaning the rest of the tables of the cafe and Jimin can’t take his eyes off you, staring at you through the small window opening between the kitchen and the counter area.

“Are we done for today, Mochi?” Your voice snaps him out of his daydream.

“Yeah!” Jimin continues to wipe the kitchen counter quickly, replying almost too enthusiastically before he clears his throat. “Do you have plans tonight, Y/N?”

You enter the kitchen and once again Jimin’s heartbeat rises. “Nope. I’m going straight back home after this. Lady Goldilocks is waiting for me.”

Lady Goldilocks. Jimin chuckles at the mention of your fish’s name. He wonders if one day he’s able to see the pet fish for himself. He had asked what happened to Mr Goldy and you had become flustered at that since you didn’t know the fish was female. So, now, you have changed the fish’s name. Yet, somehow Jimin got an inkling that there is more to the story. He had asked Jungkook — to which the boy had valiantly refused to utter a word about it and had babbled, “Huh? Fish? What fish? Is that for dinner?”

Once the both of you finished closing up the bakery cafe, Jimin taps on your shoulder before you had the chance to go back home.

“May I walk you home?”

You blink, processing his words then nodding rapidly. “S-Sure.”

Jimin smiles warmly at you. It’s easy in fact. Just being in your presence always brings happiness into his heart. You had grown into an amazing person and even more attractive.

Something about you had always captivated Jimin since the first time you met him in the cafe where he used to do his part time work. Your curious eyes were always following him as he took the customers’ orders and honestly, it was very endearing.

Comfortable silence falls upon you both, walking through the asphalt pathway and naturally, Jimin opens his palms, extending it towards you.

You stare at that for a moment and clasp his hand with yours. Jimin weaves your fingers together, bringing you closer to him as you continue to walk back home.

“Do you mind if we take a little detour?”

You nod at his words.

Once Jimin reaches the destination, he can sense your eyes glance curiously at the empty hill. He pulls you up onto the top of the hill, sitting down on the grass while he pats the space next to him and you follow suit.

“Look up,” Jimin whispers, and you did.

A quiet gasp escapes your lips at the sight of twinkling stars that scatters across the dark sky.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” Jimin voices out. “Someone made me realise how beautiful the stars are…” He falters. “A-And she had never left my mind all those years. One of my deepest regrets is that I wasn’t able to say goodbye when I had to leave.”

You hear his words, yet you stay silent — an encouragement for him to continue to speak what’s on his mind.

“My family was in a difficult financial position back then and my dad had done things I wasn’t proud of…” Jimin’s eyes turn glassy and faraway, even when he sets his gaze up. “And one of them is that he had made a deal with loan sharks without the guarantee of paying them back… And of course, they were angry.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath.

“I once thought that probably I could still stay here back then. Even more so when I met you. But I was wrong. Those men started to chase after me and because of that, you—” He shudders. “—got injured. And that night my parents had made plans to leave without me and my brother knowing.”

He turns to look at you. “I never got to apologise to you for causing that. I should be the one to protect you but… I failed. For that, I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

“Jimin…” You say softly. “It’s not your fault. I was the one who jumped in front of you when the man came after you. It’s my own choice because you are special to me.”

“But I could have—”

You shush him with a pointer finger in front of his lips for a few moments. “You don’t have to be sorry anymore, Mochi. It’s not your fault. And what matters now is to focus on the present and look to the future, right?”

He nods, emotions swimming inside his chocolate eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought—”

“For telling you that you shouldn’t have feelings for me.”

And you lapse into silence. He remembers…?

“I hate that that has hurt you. I shouldn’t have said that. But I was happy but desperate too since my family—”

“Jimin.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“What do you see me as, now?”

He blinks. All the practiced words on how he would tell you his feelings dissipate from his mind as he blankly stares at you. “I… I like you.” His voice grows quieter. “More than friends…”

“And if I said you shouldn’t have feelings for me?”

A flash of hurt crosses his eyes briefly. But he answers, nonetheless, “I would do what you want.”

“So, you reciprocate my feelings now?”

“H-huh?”

“I like you too. More than friends. In fact, I think my feelings have grown for you ever since I found out you’re Mochi.”

It takes a few moments for Jimin to process your words. He gapes, mouth opening and closing.

“You are resembling Lady Goldilocks right now.”

“What?”

Your cheeks flush. “Lady Goldilocks is a Betta fish. She was the golden one in a tank full of her blue siblings. Jungkook tried persuading me to choose the blue ones since they were more attractive to look at. But all I could see is the gold one since it reminded me of you.”

“I like golden colours…” Jimin mumbles in realisation.

“Exactly,” you let out a sheepish laugh, eyes turning to look back up into the sky. Before Jimin can respond, your eyes brighten up. “Look! A shooting star!”

Jimin snaps his gaze up as well.

“Hurry, make a wish!” You then close your eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear. Jimin follows suit, making his own wish.

As soon as you both finish making your wishes, you turn to face him once more.

“Are you still sorry for saying that to me?”

Jimin nods, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Hell, he thinks he would always regret hurting you that time.

“I know how you can make it up to me then.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

“W-What?” He splutters.

“Unless you don’t want—“ Yet, your words die on your throat as Jimin moves closer to you, eliminating the distance between you both as he cups your face just like that time in the bakery.

Without another word, he leans down, pressing his lips on yours softly while you place your hands on top of his before he presses further, brows furrowing as he kisses you fervently. For the time being, all that matters is just you and him. He caresses your cheeks and you run your hands down to wrap around his waist until you can feel his heart beating against his chest.

After pulling away — both of you catching your breaths — Jimin presses his forehead against yours, running his thumb over your lips while you were unable to open your eyes for a few moments at the burst of emotions that is coursing through you.

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” he admits. “My wish finally came true.” And you smile at that.

“My wish also came true because of you, Mochi...”

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Sitting on one of the tables, your eyes can’t take themselves off Jimin as he serves customers. Today is your day off and you decided to pay him a visit in the bakery.

“You’re drooling.”

Your gaze snaps up to your best friend who sits across you after placing a cinnamon roll on the table for you. Jungkook continues, “I swear I’m going to vomit one of these days if I see you or Jimin hyung throwing each other— what was that called? It’s an old term— Oh! Goo-goo eyes one more time.”

“Shut up, Jeon. I’m not.” You reach for the roll, taking a bite.

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah right, you basically either stare at him like he placed stars in the sky or like you want to tear off his clothes—”

You choke on the roll, quickly reaching for your glass of water before you throw your napkin at his face. Jungkook cackles at that before he resumes his act, sighing. “This is a mistake. I shouldn’t have intervened. I didn’t know you’d be like this. My best friend is so uncool now.”

“Y/N is what?” You perk up at Jimin’s voice.

“Whipped,” Jungkook mutters before he takes his cue to leave. He stands up, passing by Jimin after shooting the older one a teasing glance.

Jimin sits across from you, and he instinctively reaches for your hand on the table. “How was your day?” And you swear you can hear Jungkook making a gagging sound amidst the chatter of the customers.

“Good. I finished my chores at home earlier today. So, I thought I would come visit.”

Minutes pass by quickly as you chatter with Jimin. He had almost forgotten to go back to work until Jungkook reminded him. When it is time to close up the bakery, you watch him wash the remaining mixing bowls while perching on one of the cleaned counters of the kitchen.

“You know, I could use some help,” Jimin teases, drying his hands on his apron.

A smile curls up on the corner of your lips, eyes following his movements — drawing closer to where you are. “Well, I think you got it all handled, Mochi.”

Once he reaches you, he pulls you to wrap your legs around his waist while your arms rest on his shoulders — encircling around his neck. You both stare at each other and he pushes a strand of stray hair away from your face, tucking it behind an ear while his other hand settles on your waist.

“Sometimes, I still can’t believe that you’re really here with me,” You admit. “Just like a sweet dream.”

Jimin shakes his head. “It’s not, Y/N...” He leans to give you a chaste kiss. “... we’ll make up for the lost time we didn’t spend together.”

“Promise?”

He softly smiles at you. “Promise.”

author’s note: this was originally intended to be posted on jimin’s birthday but well i decided to add more stuff in it. thus, i am late alskflsdda so yes, i hope you guys enjoy this fic and feedbacks are always appreciated !! thank you for reading ♡

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katsukis-sad-angel · 5 years ago

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Thorns

Pairing: Alpha!Katsuki Bakugou x F!Omega!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Two clans have been at war for generations, one obviously more superior to the other, but that didn’t stop the constant bloodshed and turf wars. Being a tiny omega has its benefits and its struggles, but one day when you finally get banished, an aggressive blonde alpha takes you for his own.

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, swearing, mentions of abandonment, bakugou’s thicc shoulders

A/N: My first tumblr series!! UGH. I hope this isn’t too bad. I’ve been working on this for a while so I hope you enjoy it. I’m super excited for chapter 2!

Chapter 1 💖 Chapter 2 💖 Chapter 3 💖 Chapter 4 💖 Chapter 5 💖 Chapter 6 💖 Chapter 7 💖

Chapter 1; Thorns

Gnats clouded your vision, each tiny bug making a dive for your tearstained face and getting caught in vicious swipes of your stained hands. The sound of running water was nearby, but each thicket of needle-like plants didn’t bring the calming noise any closer. Your trembling arms were ripped to shreds by the spines jutting from each branch.

That’s probably why the bugs were bothering you.

You had been traveling for days with no real sense of direction; the only thing you did know was you had to get as far away from your family lands as fast as possible.

The wind ruffled your tangly, (h/c) hair and blew your shredded dress around your bloody ankles. Your bare feet were scraped up as well, but you hardly noticed it when the sun came out. Its rays warmed your skin and gave you small comfort in your dire situation. The horrid clouds of insects dissipated quickly and you took a deep breath for the first time in hours.

A scent, it was of wood smoke and bubbling caramel, caught in the wind and invaded your nostrils.

An alpha.

No.

Your teary eyes widened and you looked around, hoping to get a glimpse of the owner of the scent.

No luck.

Had they smelled you? No, impossible. That morning, you had taken the utmost precautions and scrubbed your glands with clay and silt from a tiny stream.

A growl, deep and guttural met your ears from close by accompanied by the crackle of breaking twigs.

Scared, you tried to fight your way into a small clearing not too far ahead. Your scent going from a sweet meld of lavender and honey to the stench of dead roses made the alpha in your pursuit wrinkle his nose and pause where he crouched. He considered his options; grab you, grab you and knock you out, or let you go free. This was his clan’s territory! Just because you were an omega didn’t change that you were from an enemy clan! That’s why he had been tracking your movements. He couldn’t let your people get the upper hand.

You continued your frantic, yet futile attempts to escape the alpha. His bloodlust and anger were practically tangible. Thorn bushes tore across your limbs, sticks and rocks poked your sore feet but with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you didn’t even feel the pain.

Nettles.

Mistaking it for a cluster of mint leaves, you plowed through it and immediately realized your fatal mistake. It felt like millions of tiny knives embedded themselves in your calves and feet. With a blood-curdling scream, you tripped over your own feet and fell face-first into the clearing you’d been aiming for.

Your poor legs, however, weren’t as lucky. From mid-thigh to your feet, nettle plants pressed their tiny hairs into your calf, raising welts as big as walnuts on the bloodied skin.

Sharp cries left your lips until you were able to worm your way into the clearing completely, lifting your skirt to see the damage done by the stupid leaves.

You had completely forgotten about the alpha. When he came out of the brush, his red eyes were fixed on you. Your sad cries faltered as your dilated, frightened orbs met his own. He approached you, fists clenched, vermillion cape fluttering by his feet, a thick fur collar settled around his throat, necklaces made of teeth and colored beads clattering and jingling against his broad chest as he moved. He was broad-shouldered and extremely muscular, but his face still held a childlike pudge, despite the weathered skin adorning them.

In short, he was very intimidating and very handsome.

Now he stood above you, glaring harshly with a scowl contorting his lips.

“Why the hell are you in our lands? You got a death wish or sum shit? Don’t you know what we do to people from your clan?” His tone was as harsh as the look in his eyes.

You cowered against a tree, fearful of what he would do. He didn’t look much older than you were but something in his stare told you he wouldn’t have a problem with fucking you raw and then slitting your throat.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” You whimpered, “I d-didn’t know I entered this part of the country! Please, f-forgive me! I mean n-no harm! I was exiled b-by my cl-clan!”

The alpha narrowed his eyes.

“Why the fuck should I trust you?” He leaned down so you were forced to meet and hold his iron gaze. The scent of fear emanating from your glands made him flare his nostrils in disgust. “You a spy?”

Pressing yourself further into the trunk, you shook your head vigorously.

He leaned closer, “Merchant? You sellin’ shit? Where’s your cart?”

Again, you shook your head.

His musk was suffocating; the smell boiling sugar over a smoky fire rolled over you in waves, making it difficult to focus, let alone breathe.

“Please… please d-don’t hurt me a-alpha.”

He growled in response.

“You got a name?”

“Y… Y/n.” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

“Tch-”

Suddenly the world went upside down. You squealed loudly when you realized what had just happened. The alpha had grabbed you and flipped you over his shoulder as though you weighed nothing. When you began to squirm, he nipped at the flesh of your thigh as a warning so you went still.

“Where… where are you t-taking me?” You whimper as he stood and began to walk through the trees.

“I’m the one asking the damn questions.” He snapped. After a moment of silence, you heard him sigh.

“Why the hell would they exile you? From what I’ve seen, your lame-ass tribe needs all the help they can get!” He snickered at the expense of your people, shaking his head at the mere thought of the last battle. His clan had defeated yours in less than 24 hours, killing all of the strongest alphas and pushing you even further back into the land of your fathers.

“I’m a runt.” You replied in a small voice.

“‘Scuse me?”

“I’m a runt. The s-smallest of the litter. I c-couldn’t speak for the first s-six years of my life b-because my v-vocal cords were underdeveloped. I’ve been an embarrassment to m-my clan since the b-beginning and they t-turned m-me away when I screwed up the rite of passage meal.”

“Never seen one of those.” He mused, “A runt? Hold on, deku is a bitchy little runt.” He adjusted his arm over your knees, “You are kinda shrimpy though.”

You wilted.

“Thanks.”

After a few more minutes of bird-serenaded travel, he spoke again, “Are runts supposed to be this thin?”

“I’m always the last in line for food and I eat whatever’s left.”

A hawk screeched overhead.

“And that would be…?”

“Not much.”

It was quiet again, no sound except the distant rush and bubble of water and birds chirping. The alpha wasn’t as bad as you thought; crude when he spoke, rough when he moved, and a cocky asshole, but there was something endearing about him. It was frightening.

“Alright dummy, don’t fucking move or show your face. Can’t let anyone see you. You’re mine.”

“Y-Yours?”

“Damn right.”

The sun licked your back, warming your tattered limbs and stinging legs. You smelled fire, metal, and cooking meat. Voices could be heard as well, children playing, men talking, and women gossiping.

Suddenly someone shouted, “Katsuki! You’re back!”

He grunted in response, but you knew he was smirking.

“What do you want?” He barked, “I’m busy!”

“We missed you!” Three voices said in unison. They were young girls.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Hey, what’cha got there?”

“Mine.”

“Ooh! Is it an omega? Did you finally get a girl?”

“Maybe he’s gay! Is it a boy? Huh? Huh? Huh?”

“Back up! Stay away!”

The alpha was growling now, turning from left to right as people heard their conversation and became interested.

“He finally found an omega?”

“Took him long enough.”

“Wonder who she is.”

“She looks real thin, is she dead?”

“He’s bonding with a corpse? What the-”

“MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS!” He screeched.

You could hear him growling. He began to move quickly through the growing crowds of people, all of them trying to catch a glimpse of the prince’s omega.

After deeming all omega maidens of his clan, ‘gross’ he’d been searching for months to find a suitable mate. If he didn’t find a mate soon, he wouldn’t get to become the leader of his clan.

You were perfect.

You feared him.

Despite your injuries and excessive thinness, you were gorgeous.

You were ripe for the picking; a young, fertile female who would be his, who would carry his pups despite your origins.

You were submissive.

You depended on him.

He loved it.

Reaching the tent in the middle of if the camp, he tore back one of the curtains and entered the expensively decorated and well-lit room.

Kneeling spitefully before his parents, he lay you on the ground before them like an offering.

“Hey hag. Found one.”

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caswellprmanager · 4 years ago

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the caswell wears prada

read it on ao3!

Summary: EJ's style is simple and functional but Ricky discovers he's capable of more than just letterman jackets and white sneakers. (Part 4 of my trans!ej and genderqueer!ricky AU.)

Author's Notes: I have this little headcanon that EJ used to model baby clothes when he was a baby. Then only went back to modelling once he transitioned to the point he was comfortable enough. Also not me giving Ashlyn's parents a purpose except for just leaving the house empty enough for Ashlyn to throw parties. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warning: Implied Sexual Content at the very end but since it's not explicit, I'll just let y'all use your imaginations.

Ricky has almost exclusively seen EJ in basic white boy clothes. It's usually just a nice fitting t-shirt, some branded jacket, jeans, and branded sneakers. It's not exactly avant-garde but Ricky can appreciate the fact that EJ has found a distinct style that's both understated yet elevates his already good looks.

But from what Ricky has learned in the few months that they've been dating EJ is that just because he dresses like that, it doesn't mean EJ does not have an eye for fashion.

Ricky learned this one day when the two of them were hanging out with Gina and Ashlyn at Ashlyn's house.

Ashlyn's mom was the Editor-In-Chief of an editorial fashion magazine that focuses on highlighting brands that promote sustainable fashion. She also runs a design company herself. Every other minute, she'd be going in and out of her design studio with a phone against her ear and a different meter of fabric in her hands. Her job is also the reason why Ashlyn's parents aren't usually home. Ashlyn's mom would be invited to different fashion events or she'd meet with a client about a new start-up. Ashlyn's dad accompanies her so that she wouldn't overwork herself.

None of that is new to Ricky. What is new, however, is EJ's involvement in her work.

"Ashlyn!" Mrs. Caswell rushes in, a hundred different scarves wrapped around her neck. Ricky wonders if she can breathe beneath all that cashmere and silk. "Darling, I need your help."

"What is it, mom?" Ashlyn asks, pausing the movie the four of them were watching.

Instead of responding, Mrs. Caswell just runs back to her home studio with a hurried click of her heels. Ashlyn looks at the rest of the group with a shrug, moving to stand up until her mom comes rushing back in – this time with a little purple hat perched on her strawberry blond locks.

"EJ, sweetheart! You come too. I need your opinion on a few things." Before any of them could say anything, she's disappeared back into her studio in a flurry of scarves and sequins.

EJ doesn't even bat an eye and moves to follow his cousin out of the living room. Ricky grabs his hand before he could leave, asking him what Ashlyn's mom wants his opinion on. EJ isn't exactly Paris Fashion Week, if Ricky was gonna be honest.

EJ just smiles, placing a chaste kiss on Ricky's lips before saying, "I'll tell you when we get back."

With that statement, Ricky and Gina are left alone, both feeling more confused than before.

"Does that happen often?" Ricky asks Gina, who is picking through the popcorn bowl.

"Ashlyn's mom being weird?" Gina tosses a popcorn kernel up into the air before catching it into her mouth flawlessly. "I've seen Ashlyn help her a few times. But I haven't seen her call EJ into that room before."

"Yeah..." Ricky picks at a loose thread on their jeans. "Didn't really peg EJ as the fashionable type."

Gina pauses in her pursuit of the perfect popcorn kernel and raises a questioning eyebrow towards Ricky. "Hold up... EJ never told you?"

"Told me... what?" Ricky started to panic a little bit. They never liked hearing ominous phrases like that from other people. It fuels their already present anxiety about dating someone who is way out of their league like EJ – someone who could leave Ricky at any time if they realize that Ricky will never be good enough for them.

Gina seems to realize this quickly enough and she tries to diffuse the situation before it gets worse. "Oh! No no no, Ricky, it isn't bad!"

"Then what is it?" Instead of answering, Gina just looks over shoulder at the direction of where the Caswell Cousins went to. After a few seconds of making sure the coast is clear, she tilts her head and motions for Ricky to follow her.

Gina leads Ricky to the spare guest room that EJ occupies sometimes when he doesn't want to sleep at home. In fact, sometimes this room is literally just called EJ's extra room because he's here so frequently. Ricky's napped here a couple of times so it isn't a new place. But he's usually too tired to explore it due to some recent emotional problem or another.

By the far wall is a dresser that Ricky hasn't ever thought to look through. Gina beckons him to come closer as she opens the bottom drawer.

"Ashlyn showed me this when I first moved in. We had to call EJ immediately after because I just had... so many questions." After a few seconds of rummaging, Gina brings out a small stack of magazines triumphantly.

Ricky recognizes the magazines immediately as the same ones Ashlyn's mom is the Editor-In-Chief for.

"Are those...?" Ricky asks and Gina nods excitedly, motioning for him to sit down next to her. The two of them peer through the old issues together, pointing at things they think would look nice on them.

Before they turn to the middle spread, Gina turns to them with a serious look in her eye. "Ricky, I need you to brace yourself."

Ricky tilts their head in confusion. "For what?"

"Just," And Gina can't even hide her giddy little smile. "Get ready."

Ricky can't even bring themself to respond before Gina is showing them the middle spread of the magazine. Their mind skids to a halt when they see a younger EJ staring back at them from the glossy pages, dressed head to toe in the finest three-piece dress suit Ricky's ever seen.

And it isn't just that, EJ's all over the spread – dressed in all kinds of outfits. From gorgeously crafted lace button downs to tastefully styled overcoats – EJ models the shit out of them. Ricky scans the pages in awe because they've never seen EJ wear stuff like this. Sure, they've seen EJ in a suit during homecoming but not one with embroidered roses across the vest or paired with diamond encrusted gold jewelry.

Gina turns the page and Ricky lets out a small gasp.

It's a two page Ashlyn and EJ spread – the cousins looking absolutely ethereal dressed in the most delicate fabric embroidered with flowers along the seams. Their skin is glowing beneath the sunset, the light catching at the highlights on their cheekbones. But what really got to Ricky is one very small but powerful detail:

The flowers along EJ's shirt and the makeup he's wearing are in the trans flag colors.

"Ricky, look." Gina points at the small interview portion at the corner of the page, smiling when Ricky reads it and realizes that it's about EJ.

E.J. Caswell – Teen Transgender Model

"I've been avoiding modeling since I started transitioning and coming back to it was really scary." Says teen model E.J. Caswell. "But when my aunt gave me the opportunity to finally speak my truth through fashion, I knew that I wouldn't regret this decision in the long run."

"There are still so many moments where I hate my body. It's gonna take a while until that goes away. And maybe it won't. Ever." E.J. tells us with a sad smile. "But this is a start – and I get to style some really cool clothes while I'm at it!"

When Ashlyn Caswell was asked about the significance of this project to her cousin and to future transgender models, she smiled softly, making it abundantly clear how much she adores her older cousin. "E.J. is one of the bravest people I know. He's always been an inspiration to me and I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own terms. Plus, I'm really happy he asked me to be a part of it with him. But don't tell him I said that! I'll never hear the end of it."

"She said that?" E.J. said with barely concealed glee. "Aww, Ashlyn!"

Ricky and Gina giggle at the mental image of EJ probably giving an exasperated Ashlyn a big bear hug after his interview. Ricky can't help but stare at the spread again, lightly trailing his finger over EJ's face with a soft smile. He really is so beautiful. Ricky sometimes can't believe that someone as gorgeous as EJ is real.

"Looks like Gina beat me to it."

The sound of EJ's voice by the doorway makes the two of them freeze and turn to see both Caswell cousins looking at them with knowing smiles. But Ashlyn and EJ weren't wearing what they were wearing before Ashlyn's mom called them for help.

Instead, Ashlyn was wearing a floor length pink chiffon dress with embroidered roses scattered along its sleeves and body. EJ was wearing a dress shirt of similar color and material, pairing it with white dress pants and a ruby encrusted rose broach.

"Well look at you two supermodels!" Gina squealed in glee, bounding over to gush over Ashlyn's outfit. Ricky stays rooted in their spot on the floor, their eyes never leaving EJ's. EJ approaches them slowly and takes a seat on the bed next to Ricky. He moves into an effortless pose, making Ricky blush more than necessary.

EJ smiles at them, eyes sparkling mischievously. "Hi."

"H-Hi." Ricky says, moving to face EJ with shaky legs. "You look nice."

"Just nice?" EJ leans down with a smirk, a lock of hair falling to his forehead like some goddamn romance movie. Ricky didn't even notice that even his hair was styled differently. Was EJ growing his hair out? Why didn't he warn me?

"I'd say something dirtier but I don't wanna traumatize the girls." EJ laughs at that and Ricky could only stare at the way EJ throws his head back with the most beautiful smile they've ever seen.

This isn't fair. EJ is sitting here looking like he was plucked straight out of a Vogue magazine while Ricky's sorry ass is on the floor in pajama pants and an old hoodie. Fuck. They should have texted Kourtney for help with their outfit today.

"You're so cute," EJ leans forward even closer, so close that EJ's able to lightly graze their noses together. "Maybe I should dress like this more often to make you blush like that."

Ricky contemplates on the statement for a bit, imagining what it would be like if EJ were to wear more designer clothes to school everyday. EJ right now certainly looks confident and cool. Plus, he gets the added bonus of Ricky looking extra flustered around him.

But at the end of the day, it's EJ's body and EJ gets to choose whatever makes him feel good.

Besides, Ricky fell for EJ without all the bells and whistles.

"You don't have to wear fancy clothes to make me think you're gorgeous." Ricky says before they can stop themself from saying it. But it's out now and there's no turning back. EJ's eyes widen but they eventually soften after processing what Ricky said.

"It doesn't matter what I think, though." Ricky says, reaching for EJ's hand. "What matters is that you're happy. Whether you're wearing a potato sack or Versace. As long as you feel comfortable and you're seeing your favorite self in the mirror, I'll tell you that you're the most handsome boy in the world."

Ricky scoots closer to place a soft kiss on EJ's nose before pressing their foreheads together. Ricky can't really tell who's smiling wider from this angle but they didn't care.

"My handsome boy." Ricky whispers, lightly tracing EJ's bottom lip with their thumb. EJ smiles even wider at the sound of that and it never fails to make Ricky happy seeing EJ so happy.

They're about to move in for another kiss when they hear Ashlyn cough from the doorway.

The two of them separate abruptly, both blushing profusely as the girls giggle behind their hands.

"We'll leave you two alone," Ashlyn says, grabbing Gina's hand to pull her back to the living room. "I'll tell mom you'll be late for dinner."

As soon as the door closes behind the girls, Ricky turns back to a still blushing EJ, a small but urgent thought manifesting to the front of their mind.

"I should take this off-" EJ doesn't even get the chance to finish his sentence before Ricky is pushing him down on the bed and straddling his hips. "R-Ricky?"

Ricky smirks, placing a single finger on EJ's lips as they lean forward to whisper in his ear,

"I'll help you take it off." EJ lets out the smallest whimper at that but Ricky shushes him, blowing against his earlobe. "But you have to be quiet, handsome."

As soon as EJ shakily nods his head yes, Ricky gets to work.

Unfortunately, they're more than a little late for dinner.

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A/N: I've added some reference pics below if y'all want a better image of what EJ and Ashlyn were wearing hehe :>

#ej caswell #ricky bowen #caswen #gina porter #ashlyn caswell #hsmtmts #hsmtms fanfiction #trans!ej #genderqueer!ricky #cloud's writing now

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jlalafics · 5 years ago

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Hey can you do an everlark fake dating please🥺🥺

Anon, I’m sure you were looking for something a little more romantic than what I came up with. There is romance, but there’s some other stuff too.

Thank you for inspiring this four-parter. I hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Peeta needed a date for his brother’s wedding. His co-worker Katniss was more than willing to play along. Sometimes, simple favors can turn into so much more. A fake dating story done in four parts. Rated E. Definitely NSFW.

A Simple Favor

The Invite

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Peeta gawked at the frilly invitation in his grasp, then at the attached list of activities.

Three days.

Three fucking days of wedding activities to torture him.

“Can we tone down the cursing?” Katniss, his co-worker, sat down at her desk adjacent to his. “This is a place of business.”

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you had to go to this.”

Peeta swiveled his chair, tossing the invitation onto Katniss’ desk. It landed smoothly atop her keyboard and she reached to read the perfect calligraphy print announcing the upcoming nuptials of Rye Mellark to Delly Cartwright.

She turned back to Peeta. “Yeah…so?”

“Look who’s the Maid of Honor.”

Katniss looked to the right part of the invitation which listed the wedding party.

Her grey eyes suddenly shot up at him. “Oh, holy fuck! Is that her?”

“Yeah. It’s hard to look at her name and not still see her sucking off my best friend.”

Katniss snorted. “Yeah—that’s not an image even I would likely forget.” She examined the invitation again. “Gawd, even her name is pretty. Madge Undersee.”

“Don’t remind me,” Peeta growled, yanking the invitation from her grasp. “Who plans three days of pre-wedding activities?”

“Your brother and his affianced, apparently.” Katniss gave him a sympathetic smile. “You think she’ll bring him?”

“According to my brother, they’re officially together now.”

Peeta never used to be this bitter.

However, two years ago, that irrevocably changed when he discovered his then-fiancée on her knees and giving his best friend a blowie—on his bed. Madge had wept, of course, telling him that it had just happened.

And Gale…he had begged for Peeta to understand that it wasn’t just sex…that he felt something more for Madge.

How the hell was he supposed to understand that?

Peeta had packed his things and immediately left the apartment that he and his best friend had been living in—let the fucker deal with the astronomical Bay Area rent on his own.

He then accepted a job at Panem Projects, a Brooklyn based start-up created by tech mogul Haymitch Abernathy. The uber-genius had invented an app that allowed you to search for specific non-profits and charities that one may be interested in contributing to.

On Peeta’s first day, he met Katniss Everdeen, who was part of the QA department he was in. She was a supervisor while he was just one of the lowly engineers.

They had been sitting across from one another ever since.

“That sucks.” Katniss sat back, crossing her legs, as she watched him carefully. “Did you want to get wasted after work?”

++++++

It was at their fifth round of shots that the idea came about.

“I can’t go to this.” Peeta held the invitation, now beer-stained and being used as a coaster for their peanut bowl. “It’s basically a three-day Peeta Mellark roast!”

“Yeah, and a wedding,” Katniss replied. She leaned forward, her cheeks warmed from booze. “You know what you need? A date to this God-awful event. Not just any date, a hot date.”

“Here’s the problem, sweetheart,” he replied. “I’m not dating anyone.”

“It doesn’t have to be a real date,” she reasoned. “Find a great-looking chick who’d be willing to spend three days looking like she worships your cock. Isn’t this what those dating apps are for?”

“I don’t want a stranger around my family!” He reached for the beer bottle in front of him—was this even his? “That’s how those Netflix crime specials come about.”

Katniss chuckled. “Okay. Understandable.” She met his glazed stare. “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

“I said I’ll go with you,” Katniss declared. “I’ll be your hot date.”

Peeta took a long swig. “Uh…no offense Katniss…you’re definitely pretty…but hot?”

“I have been known to dress up once in a while.”

He looked at his friend; her dark hair was in its usual braid and she wore a pair of fitted jeans along with a zip-up with the Panem Projects logo on it—some sort of fiery bird. On her feet were a pair of Converses that had seen better days.

“You’re really know how to make a girl feel desired,” Katniss told him. “I can’t think of any possible reason why Madge would dump you.”

“Hey now! That’s hitting below the belt!”

“Well, you don’t think I can be hot!” she retorted. “Give me your phone!”

Peeta, in fear of his life, pulled out his phone from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to the woman.

Katniss picked up the invitation with her free hand and started to type with the other.

“Katniss…Motherfucking…Everdeen…” She handed the phone back to him. “I’ve RSVP’d for you and added myself as your plus one.”

He looked at the browser window and then back at a smirking Katniss.

“You actually wrote ‘Katniss Motherfucking Everdeen’ as my date’s name.” Peeta had to smile. “My mother is going to love that.”

“She’s going to love me,” Katniss assured him. “She and everyone else at this wedding is going to forget who the hell Madge Undersee is after I’m done with them.”

Peeta had to ask. “Why are you doing this?”

“I know how it feels to be taken by surprise.” She was suddenly staring very hard at the dirty bar table they sat at. “Plus, you’re my friend and we take care of each of other.” Her eyes met his, her own looking like she was on the verge of breaking. “Right?”

Peeta reached over and squeezed her hand. “Right.”

++++++

“Okay, so I have prepared a portfolio of myself.” Katniss presented him with a closed folder. “Childhood photos…likes and dislikes…just some general information that a boyfriend should know.”

“34C?” Peeta eyed her doubtfully, briefly flitting to her white button down. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. You bought me a lovely dark green lingerie set for our last anniversary.” Katniss pulled out a piece of paper. “Here is a little questionnaire that I’ve made for you, just for me to know you a little better.”

Peeta skimmed over the questions. Most of them were pretty general; where he was born, his parents’ and his brother’s name as well as their ages, his favorite foods…then—

“Why do you need to know if I’m circumcised?”

“If we have supposedly been together for about six months, shouldn’t we be having sex by now?” she questioned.

“True.” Peeta looked around the room. “Is it okay that we’re using a meeting room for this?”

Katniss shrugged. “The guys in IT use this room to play Pokémon every Friday.”

“Also, when are you going to do something about…” He waved his hand out at today’s outfit: a pair of black slacks, a white button down, and brown loafers. “…that.”

“Don’t you worry your perfect little blond self.” Katniss playfully ruffled his hair. “I didn’t realize that you were so fixated on looks.”

“You were the one who suggested ‘hot’,” he pointed out. “However, my parents, who are generally good people, can sometimes be judgmental. So besides being very smart and extremely accomplished—we’re going to have to show them how great you are on the outside.”

“Peeta, do my looks matter to you?” she suddenly asked. “I mean, do you think that I’m pretty?”

Katniss wasn’t what people would call conventionally beautiful.

Her hair was a single shade of black which could be a bit-frizzy on humid days, and her complexion was sun-kissed with a sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks. However, Peeta saw deep grey eyes that sparkled when she was particularly excited about something (pushing a new feature on their app, for example) and full rose-colored lips that needed no lipstick.

And when she smiled, everything about her just lit up.

“I think you’re beautiful,” he said truthfully. “I do worry that the people at this wedding won’t see you the way I see you.”

“Then that’s their fucking problem, isn’t it?” Katniss smiled gently. “We just have to make this look real. I think we can do this.” She pushed a pen towards him. “Now, fill your questionnaire out, okay?”

“Alright.” He reached for the pen and his eyes went to her. “Katniss?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you.”

++++++

Two Weeks Later…

“Sister—Primrose…24…a nurse in Seattle…Mom…Kate…former teacher…Dad…Marcus…former General in the Army….”

As he waited for Katniss’ Uber to arrive, Peeta went through the flashcards that he and Katniss had created in order to get through the three days leading up to his brother’s wedding.

They had everything from their first date (a Harry Potter trivia night at a bar close to their office) to any distinguishable body marks (him—a scar on his knee from falling off his bike at 12 and her—surprisingly, a scar just above her left butt cheek from a tattoo removal procedure, though she wouldn’t tell him what the tattoo was).

“Peeta?”

He had been so distracted that he didn’t even hear the car pull up.

“Sorry.” He tucked the cards in his back pocket and lifted his eyes to greet her. “Hey…holy shit.”

This was not Katniss Everdeen.

Katniss Everdeen didn’t wear her dark hair down in smooth waves that framed a perfect heart-shaped face. She didn’t wear sleeveless black jumpsuits that revealed rich olive skin and plush breasts (she was definitely a 34C).

“You like?”

She did a little twirl for him, graceful despite the stilettos she wore.

And, Katniss definitely didn’t have an ass that made his mouth water.

The unbidden thought of biting into one of those full globes caused his cock to twitch in his now too tight jeans.

“I like.” Peeta gave her a smile. “Maybe a little too much.”

She looked triumphant. “Give you a boner?”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied, a tad breathless.

“Then I’ve done my job.” Katniss wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hello boyfriend.”

Her mouth covered his own and his arms encircled her waist, pulling her tightly against his body. She teased, nipping at his bottom lip, her tongue skimming his lips before pulling away. Something surged inside him and his tongue invaded her mouth, sweeping in to taste sweetness.

Katniss growled against him, her center pressing into his now definitely hard cock.

Reluctantly—because they had to either breathe or die during the world’s hottest kiss—they pulled apart.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, gasping for breath.

“Because we’re supposed to be in love.” Her chest heaved, her eyes just cooling down from their kiss. “And couples in love kiss like that.”

“I know no couples who kiss like that,” he told her, a smile unexpectedly forming on his lips. “But feel free to kiss me like that whenever you see fit.”

++++++

During their five-hour flight, they went over the wedding itinerary.

“I’ve had a stylist pull looks for us for all the fancier events,” Katniss explained. “Don’t worry, nothing looks like we’re trying too hard. We’ll be more complimentary to one another.”

“What would trying too hard look like?” Peeta asked curiously.

“Well, if your tie matched my dress for example.”

A flight attendant stopped in front of their seats. “What can I get you both?”

Katniss smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “He will have…” Her fingers brushed against his ear lobe and he couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure. “…a cup of chamomile tea. I will have a coffee—”

“With milk and two sugars,” he breathed out, trying to smile up at the attendant.

“Thanks baby,” Katniss cooed at him, her hand brushing through his hair affectionately.

The woman quickly fixed their drinks, handing their cups to them one by one.

“Can I just say that you too are extremely adorable?” the flight attendant remarked.

Katniss put a hand to her chest.

“Thank you!” She looked to Peeta; her expression full of affection. “He’s just so easy to love.”

Peeta smiled tightly. “This is my dream girl…” He patted Katniss’ hand. “…right here.”

The flight attendant practically squealed before going to the next seats.

“You really could be a little bit more convincing,” Katniss remarked. “Maybe act like my touch doesn’t repulse you.”

“You don’t!” He shifted towards her. “In fact, it’s really the opposite.”

Katniss rested back against her seat. “Really?” She crossed her arms. “Convince me.”

Peeta unbuckled his seatbelt. Pressing the release button of the armrest, he pushed it up so there was no divider between them.

Katniss waited, obviously interested in what he was up to. He realized that their tray tables covered anything below the waist and his mouth widened in a grin.

“Tell me.” His hand went to her thigh. “What exactly are you wearing under this?” The fabric beneath his palm was smooth and he could feel a full firm thigh. He continued upwards towards the cleft between her thighs. “Are you even wearing underwear?”

Katniss’ arms fell to her side and she swallowed thickly. “I am.”

“And, if my hand found its way between your thighs—” His hand stopped just about an inch from her center and she let out a labored breath. “—if my fingers brushed against this practically non-existent cloth, would I find you wet?”

“Maybe,” she whispered.

Peeta leaned forward, his mouth going to her ear.

“Would you let me put my fingers to your clit? Let me rub you until you came all over this seat?” His pressed his mouth to the spot behind her ear and she shivered. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d happily fill this cabin with the smell of sex if I fingered you into completion—”

“Stop—” Katniss gasped out, her hand covering the hand on her thigh. “I’m convinced.”

“Good.”

Peeta moved his hand away—but not before quickly brushing the tips of his fingers at her center. The feeling of heat had him hard immediately.

“You’re far from repulsive, Katniss.” He met her heated stare. “I’ve always thought that.”

Katniss snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Peeta took her hand, placing it to where his erection demanded to be freed.

“Believe me,” he demanded, and her fingers moved against the rough fabric of his jeans. “This is because of you. Yeah, it’s extremely hot to see you in this get-up, but what makes me hard is that look in your eyes.”

Katniss licked her lips. “What look?”

“That fire,” he told her, his thumb caressing the top of her hand. “That fire in those grey eyes will always get me, if you’re in this black jumpsuit—” Her fingers enclosed along his cock, gripping him firmly. “—or if you’re wearing that ugly zip-up sweater that HR gave you for your work anniversary.”

“Excuse me?” They both jumped at the voice and looked to see the flight attendant. “We’ve just been notified that we’ll be landing a little sooner than we announced. So, if you could finish your drinks in the next few minutes—”

“Of course,” Katniss said quickly, her free hand reaching for her cup. “We’ll be done soon.”

The woman gave them a smile and moved on to the next row.

Katniss sat back, the hand on him quickly disappearing.

“You’re going to be more problematic than I thought,” she said, her eyes dark.

“Trust me.” Peeta let out a breath. “The feeling is mutual.”

++++++

“I never asked, but you and Rye are pretty close, right?”

Peeta nodded, pushing the cart with their luggage down the corridor as they left baggage claim.

“We’re probably just as close as you and Prim are,” he told her. “And Delly is great. Horrendous taste in friends, but she’s really a sweet person.”

“Do you suspect that Rye will see through all of this?” Katniss questioned.

Peeta shook his head. “We’ve done our research.” He stopped, reaching for her hand. “I also always thought that you and I had great chemistry…in the workplace. I think it transfers easily into whatever we’re trying to pull off.”

Katniss smiled. “I feel the exact same way.”

“Peeta!”

They turned to see a couple, running toward them excitedly.

Rye rushed over, pulling him into a tight hug and practically lifting him off the ground. His brother was a broad fellow; muscular from years of playing football throughout high school and college. However, Rye was as gentle as they came when it came to his younger brother and the lovely woman that he would soon be marrying.

“I’ve missed you, little brother!” Rye said affectionately. “Welcome home!”

They drew apart, just as Delly pulled away from hugging Katniss.

He reached over to quickly kiss Delly on the cheek. “Hello soon-to-be big sister.”

“Hello, my sweet little brother,” Delly greeted in return.

“Rye, Delly—” Katniss beamed at him and his heart leapt at the affectionate gesture. Taking her hand, he presented her proudly to the couple. “—this lovely woman is my girlfriend, Katniss Everdeen.”

Delly grinned at his expression. “I can already tell that she’s going to be a perfect addition to our family.”

Rye took Katniss’ hand, leaning and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“I welcome anyone who makes my baby brother smile this brightly,” he told her. “Welcome to San Francisco. Have you ever been here?”

Katniss shook her head. “This is my first time. Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks!” Delly glowed in excitement. “I can’t wait for all the festivities—” She whipped around to her fiancé. “—and for us to be married, of course!” They all chuckled at her exuberance.

Rye led them out into where the town cars were stationed; a man in a black suit immediately took the cart and headed to the trunk of the black Sedan in front of them.

“A driver?” Peeta asked.

“Mom and Dad insisted,” Rye responded with a grimace. “You know them.”

They all slid into the wide back seats, Rye closing the door behind him.

Delly immediately pounced. “So, how did you two meet?”

“We’ve been working together for the last two years at Panem Projects,” Katniss told her easily. “I’ve always liked Peeta and we became friends right away.”

“However, a little over six months ago, I finally got the balls to ask her out on an actual date,” Peeta finished for her. His hand found hers, their fingers entwining easily, and he met Katniss’ eyes. “And, wonderful woman that she was, she accepted. We’ve been together ever since.”

“I love it,” Delly said sincerely. “And you look so beautiful together. The children are going to be gorgeous.”

Rye smiled affectionately at his fiancée. “Don’t scare Katniss off, love.”

“I don’t know,” Katniss said, eyeing Peeta playfully. Her free hand reached to push his hair away from his face. “I’ve always loved blue-eyed children.”

“And, the children would look particularly lovely if they had Katniss’ hair,” he added, his hand reaching to the tuck a tendril of her hair behind her ear.

How did he never notice what was in front of him?

“Oh man,” Rye said, looking between them. He smirked at his brother. “You are so fucked.”

++++++

“It’s so wonderful to have you here, Katniss,” his mother said. “We’ve never had Peeta bring a girl home. You know, except for Mad—" She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, you are most welcome.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Mellark,” Katniss replied graciously.

“Call me Janice, my dear.”

Behind her, Peeta followed along with his father carrying their bags up the stairs.

“She seems like a lovely girl,” his father told him.

“I care for her a great deal,” Peeta said as he watched his mother and Katniss chat easily. “I don’t know how I even got her.”

“Trust me, son.” He gave Peeta an affectionate smile. “I think she feels the same way. I can tell just by the way she keeps looking over for you—like she can’t believe that you’re together.”

They stopped at the door to his childhood room.

“Well, we put some extra towels in your bedroom,” his mother told them. “And, Mags—” Peeta had introduced Katniss to the head of the household when they first entered his childhood home. “—made sure that fresh sheets have been put on the bed and she’s aired out the room as well.”

“Okay, but where will Katniss be staying?” he asked.

“We’re not so old to not know that you aren’t sleeping together,” his mother said. “So, we just set up your room for the both of you.”

“That’s perfect,” Katniss told his parents. She looked to him boldly. “Show me your room. I’m dying to see those little league trophies of yours.”

“We know that you must be exhausted,” his father told them. “So, we’ll just have dinner sent up and we can rendezvous for brunch tomorrow in the main dining room.”

“Thank you, Marshall,” Katniss said as Peeta opened the door for them. “Thank you as well, Janice.”

“Of course, dear.” His mother gave them a jaunty wink. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Entering the room, Peeta placed their bags at the end of his bed.

“What kind of life did you leave when you came to work at Panem Projects?” Katniss stared up at the high ceiling of the room, her eyes traveling to the four-post bed, and then to the floor-to-ceiling windows. She went to one immediately. “Oh my God! You can see everything from up here!”

“A house on Twin Peaks affords that kind of view. However, it’s not so great on foggy days,” he told her, watching as she examined every bit of his room from the bathroom (“A clawfoot tub!”) to the walk-in closet (This is practically the size of my studio!).

Taking off her shoes, Katniss leapt onto his bed. “Holy shit! This is heavenly!”

Peeta went to her, toeing off his own shoes before joining her.

They laid side by side, hands immediately reaching for one another.

He turned to her. “Did I ever say thank you for being here?”

“It’s all worth it to stay in this sweet room,” Katniss replied, her grey eyes dancing.

“So, you’re just here for the room?”

She smirked. “Well, I did also find out that you have a huge cock—so that’s a bonus.”

“Katniss!” Her laughter filled the room and his stomach tumbled in pleasure hearing it. He suddenly flipped, his chest over hers and the giggles fell from her lips. Peeta stared down at her, her grey eyes suddenly darkening as he examined her. “You’re something special.”

“I’m nothing.” Her chest rose and Katniss let out a shaky breath. “I just want to be here for you.”

“I want to kiss you,” he suddenly said, his hand reaching to trace her jawline. “Would you allow it?”

“Are you doing it because you want to thank me?” she asked tightly. “Or because you want to explore what is obviously between us?”

“Both, I think.” Peeta had never felt this exhilarated or this flustered by someone. Just a touch from Katniss and he was in a whirlwind, happy to be caught in it. “I just think you deserve someone less broken than I am.”

“We’re both broken.” Her hand reached for the nape of his neck, drawing him down until their lips were brushing. “I don’t know if we can fix that, but we can help each other mend.” She smiled against him. “Let’s see where this weekend takes us, and we can go from there. For now, I’m allowing you to kiss me. So, make it a good one.”

Peeta dipped his mouth into hers, sampling just a bit, and it was like he could breathe again. Immediately, his lips sought hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and swirling against her own. Katniss moaned and his heart rose in triumph as she pressed herself to him eagerly.

His hand reached to cradle her head, his fingers entwining in soft waves and he plunged into her mouth once more, exploring her in their kiss.

Katniss ripped her mouth off his, a string of saliva still connecting them.

“Fuck!” Her eyes were frenzied. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

He grinned. “I’m just exploring.”

Despite his attempt to remain cool, his own heart raced; the feel of her mouth…and her tongue undoing him.

This wasn’t the plan, but it felt right.

“This whole game we’re playing,” she said, her eyes full of hunger. “I’m going to crash and burn, aren’t I?”

“If you burn—” Peeta kissed her tenderly. “—then I burn with you.”

END OF PART ONE

#anon #request #fakedating!Everlark #Everlark #Everlark Fanfiction #1 of 4

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hitsuackerman · 5 years ago

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.1

Akaashi Keiji.

There was no denying that this man was gorgeous. An excellent volleyball player, holder of a pretty face, and downright respectful. It was no wonder you watched yourself slowly falling for the vice-captain of the Fukurodani Volleyball club.

There was only one problem.

You don't belong in his dimension.

(haikyu!!-bnha crossover)

links: part 2

“Are you sure you didn’t inhale the fumes?” Todoroki asked with concern. To the others, it was non-existent but to you it was clear. His gray and blue eyes were such a comfort to the rapidly growing situation the both of you just diffused.

Waving your hand around your face, you felt a tugging sensation on your palm. Going with the flow, a faint glow of yellow formed on your palm. Slowly, the fumes that your body inhaled exited your mouth. Todoroki watched as the smoke began to swirl in suspended air. Once there was nothing more to pull on, you concentrated your quirk on the smoke till it seemingly vanished.

“Do you remember what the report said about the dude’s quirk?” You asked. Despite being interns at his father’s agency, Endeavor decided it would be a good experience if both of you worked together on a case. Things were going quite well till the villain pulled out a smoke-gun.

“His quirk was water related.” He recalled. His hand rested on your back as he led you towards a park bench. “The reports the old man gave me had no information regarding that gun he just used. It would be better if we had you checked once we get back to the agency.”

“Yeah. I was thinking about that.” Beginning to walk, you had noticed how he was limping. “You got hurt? You’re limping.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I can heal it you know…” You nudged his side a bit. Knowing just how dense this boy was, you decided your next words would hold no meaning to him. Of course, it didn’t. The relationship you had with the heterochromatic boy was simply platonical. And he too felt the same way. “I wouldn’t mind going down on my knees to fix you up.”

“In that case…”

Stopping on your tracks, you went down on one knee and faced your palm on his boot. Once again, the yellow light glowed from your palms. Seeing how it was slightly brighter than a while ago, you had to admit that half-and-half was good at concealing pain. Though the history behind that always tugged your heartstrings.

When the light died down, Todoroki tapped his foot and balanced on it. Nodding that he was feeling much better, he patted your head and gestured for the two of you to proceed in walking.

The entrance was now a few meters away when a dull pain began forming on your temple. Trying to massage it out, the blast of cold air from the air conditioning did nothing but to worsen it. Noticing that your lips were paling, Todoroki extended his arm for support. Accepting it, the both of you were now heading up to his father’s office.

If this was before Endeavor took the no.1 heroes spot, there was no way in hell that you would intern for him. No matter how much Todoroki would ask, despite the healing nature of their relationship, you found it too awkward knowing the both of you were once the objects of an arranged quirk-marriage. Thank the gods Endeavor thought things out and began to consider your friend’s feelings.

“How was the mission?” He asked. Ever since the high-end Nomu fight, Endeavor laid off the flame-beard and flaming hero outfit. There were times where it felt as if you were speaking to Enji and not the hero himself. It was… comforting in its own ways.

Todoroki did the courtesy of explaining everything that had happened. When it reached the part of the fumes, Endeavor’s eyes landed straight on you. Noticing how your breathing was a tad labored than usual, lips growing paler by the minute, and the mere fact that you were sweating was alarming.

“Good job, the both of you.” He nodded with approval. “(y/n). Make sure to head to the labs and get yourself tested for any remnants. I trust your quirk but your safety is key. Other than that, the two of you are free to go.”

The trip to the lab was quick thanks to Todoroki. It was a bit intense, seeing all the test tubes, glass containers, and heroes wearing lab coats. But the dull pain was now growing more than ever. Despite activating your quirk, it seemingly had no effect.

“Step here, (y/n)-chan.” One of the heroes instructed you. Watching him typing away was not calming. Todoroki may have been on the other side of the room but it almost felt as if your sight was getting foggier by the minute. The headache was practically a migraine now. When the machine above you purred to life. “Just stand still and it’ll be over~”

Doing as told, you tried your best to relax your tensed muscles as the machine began to slide down. Looking at your friend, you squinted your eyes and felt sick to the stomach. With the migraine doubling with pain, all you could do was grit your teeth and clench your fist.

And that’s when things began to go wrong.

Everything around you spun and seemingly became distorted. The last thing you saw before passing out was the hero stopping the machine and Todoroki rushing towards you. With your body succumbing to whatever pain you were experiencing, it did not occur to you that your body barely hit the cold floors.

Instead, you woke up with a loud scream and labored breathing. The room was relatively dark. Standing up, you rubbed your eyes and walked towards the closed window. Upon sliding the curtains, you were met with an unfamiliar sight.

A house.

Where was UA?

Turning around, you surveyed the room and only just noticed how things were different. Whatever poster you had stuck to your walls, the barbells you kept, the hero outfit you had just newly laundered, and the All Might wall clock were now… gone.

Slapping yourself, you felt the stinging sensation and rubbed it off. Your eyes widened and immediately, you activated your quirk. Swallowing a ton of your saliva, you felt your knees grow weak. Dragging your feet to the bed, you flopped your ass and stared at the weak glow on your palms.

Transferring your hand to your chest, you relaxed yourself but only failed in doing so. The rapid beating of your heart was still present. Glancing at the clock, you saw how it was now 6 in the morning. Not wanting to cause a scene, you took a very deep breath and decided to sneak around whatever household you were in.

Slowly opening your door, your eyes followed the hallway leading to a staircase. With one foot outside your door, you could make out 2 other doors on the same floor. A small sound coming from downstairs caught your attention. Making your way down the stairs, you saw picture frames hanging on the wall.

Seeing that it was you with memories you couldn’t remember, a small shiver crept down your spine. Yet, all those pictures were of you and none of your supposed parents. How were you supposed to act when you would confront them? Recalling your hero subjects, the best you could do was to assess whether you were in imminent danger or not.

“(y/n)?” It was unsettling how that voice was familiar yet at the same time foreign. “Are you awake honey?”

Entering the kitchen, you were met with a splitting image of your mother. Basically a doppleganger with how uncanny they were. The only thing different about the scenery was how she was using her hands to cook and not her quirk. Watching her tilt her head, your eyes absorbed each of her movements. The way she covered the pan, the way her features morphed into worry, and how her soft hands rested on your forehead.

“You look scared, honey.” There was no malice in her voice. “Did you have a bad dream? Would you want some (favorite food) to calm you down?”

“N-no. I, uh, I’m fine.” You tried to smile but seemingly failed to persuade her. It was in the tip of your tongue to call her your mother but it just felt too off to do so. Still, her actions clearly showed she intended no harm. “Just nervous, that’s all.”

“I see~” She giggled and went back to cooking the food. “You have to be knowing this is your first day at a new school.”

First day? New school?

“No need to worry, (n/n). It happens for students to transfer in the middle of a school year.” She reassured you. Picking up a trace of sadness in her voice. What the hell happened to make you transfer? “Besides, Fukurodani is a powerhouse school. One of the best here in Japan.”

Things were still vague. No matter how much you tried to puzzle things, you were only left with even more questions. Weighing options, you opted to risk out a statement.

“I’m sorry, for causing trouble…” The sudden clang of utensils hitting the ground followed by being wrapped in a stranger’s arms was a bit too much. Feeling how her shoulders began to tremble, instincts kicked in and you found yourself comforting your ‘mother’.

“Don’t ever say your sorry, (y/n). None of this was your fault to begin with.” She pulled you in a tighter hug. “It was the best for us to leave that bastard of a man.”

‘Okay. So apparently my old man is an asshole here and we got away, I’m about to introduce myself to a bunch of strangers, and the school I’m heading to is Fukuro-something. Shit.’ Those were the words running through your thoughts as your ‘mother’ caressed your cheek and planted a kiss on your temple.

“C’mon little missy~ Get ready for school and eat some breakfast.”

All you could do was nod and walk your way back to your room. Out of curiosity, you opened the 2 other doors. Flicking the switch on, you were met with a storage room and another bedroom. Humming with half satisfaction, you now found yourself taking a shower. Concentrating on your quirk, it was the only thing that made you feel at home. However, it was not calming that your quirk only felt 30% present.

With your uniform on, you were now chewing on a very delicious breakfast. Much better than what your real mother made back home. The small talk you had with other-mother gave you no other information. The only thing that calmed you down was how she was going to take you to school.

Now seated in her car, your eyes scanned the environment. It was very different from home. The house, the neighbors, the fact that no heroes were running or flying every few blocks. It felt peaceful here, you had to admit. An unsettling peace that you were not used to.

The drive was silent till the car turned to the corner and there you saw it. Your new school. By now, it was safe to assume that every single person here was quirkless. First day jitters began to enter your stomach. Luckily, your quirk worked with those feelings.

"Do you want me to pick you up?" Your other-mother asked as she reached for her purse. Taking her wallet out, she handed you some cash. Seeing how you were hesitant, she took your hand and placed it on your palm. "Just to wish you luck."

"Thanks…" Pocketing the cash, you unbuckled yourself and managed to give her a genuine smile. "I'll walk home, mom."

Watching her leave you alone in an unknown environment made you want to hide into a corner or even just to skip and learn more about the world you live in. Luckily, not a lot of people took interest in you. Stepping towards the entrance, you rummaged through your bag and found the instructions, Fukurodani Academy leaflet and, letter of transfer to be handed to teachers.

It took awhile but you finally found your classroom. Sadness flooded you knowing your crazy classmates weren't there to greet you or piss you off early in the morning. Sliding the door open, you were met with an ordinary class. The teacher, ready to welcome you.

"Ah yes!" She ushered everyone to settle down. "So we have a new transfer student today. Come in, come in!"

Very different from Aizawa. That's what your first impression was. Entering the room, you were now facing the class.

"(l/n) (y/n). Nice to meet you all." You almost mentioned your quirk but somehow closed your mouth before you could speak any further. Handing her the letter, you fidgeted with your fingers.

"Oh… You're from UA." Come to think of it, you didn't open the letter. Though it was sealed so you chose not to. Still, the prospect of UA being here was odd. "Quite far from here though, if I may comment."

"Well, the farther the better I suppose." You shrugged and smiled.

"Go ahead and take that empty seat by the back." She said and tucked the letter into her clear file.

The walk of shame towards your seat was as expected. Eyes glued on you as if you were displaying your quirk in a circus. Taking your seat, you let out the breath you had been holding. You survived with barely any information.

Not bothering to check your schedule, you faced your seatmate.

"Uh, what subject are we having?" You whispered.

"Physics." He answered. His side profile was undeniably attractive, you'd have to give him that. Stealing a quick head to toe, his build screamed that he worked out but not too much. With the assumption that he does not have a quirk, you guessed he'd have to be an athlete. When his gunmetal blue eyes met yours, you retreated within a second.

'Way to look like a creep on your first day.' You scolded yourself. Taking your physics book, you prepared yourself for what the day had to offer.

It was hard to concentrate during lessons. The lecture was one you've already taken. Your mind began to wonder, how was Todoroki? The last image you had of him was foggy. How were the others and their internships? Did Deku break some bones again? Probably.

Chuckling at the thought, you started to twirl your pen. Mentally, you wrote down a list of what to do during break.

You would read through the conversations of your phone. Did you have any friends here who you might be able to milk information from? Next, you would have to look up what kind of school UA was in this world. After that, you would snoop around the old photo albums to make sure other-mother wouldn't suspect a thing. Lastly, you would try to figure out a way back home.

When the last bell rang and the class now ready to go home, you packed your bags and practically ran towards the school's main gate. The walk to home would be quite long so a head start was needed.

Taking your phone out, you scrolled through the contacts. Not a single familiar name was listed. Clicking your tongue, you opened the messaging app and scanned through the conversations. Internalizing that some chats had been fresh and recent, you included the task of checking out social media sites to get to know yourself more.

Getting tired of the messages, you kept your phone and took in the view. The creeping sunset casting reddish hues across the buildings. It was similar to home. Home. Would this place be your new home?

"Fuck this." You cursed and fought back the urge of bawling your eyes out.

This mission would be long and the ending unknown. Sighing defeatedly, you picked up your pace and continued the journey back to your foreign home.

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a/n: oya oya i actually spent a lot of thought in this fic lol~ but if ya’ll wanna be updated :) tag list it open :) feel free to comment if you’d like to be tagged! take care and see ya’ll in the next upload <3

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lazyangeltreemoney · 5 years ago

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The Sweetest Baker in Brooklyn 3/???

Description: Bucky Barnes is one of the most feared mobsters in all of NYC, however he finds himself falling for the sweetest Baker in Brooklyn who has her own secrets and troubled past.

Word Count: 3330

Pairing(s): Mob! Bucky x Parent!Reader

Warnings: violence, organised crime, alcoholism, abuse, angst, mentions of rape

A/N: there’s a lot in this chapter, nothing too graphic but warning there is a fair bit of violence in this one. Sorry this part took so long to finally be posted.

Cautiously he pulled the phone out of his pocket

“Hello?”

“Hewwo Mister Bucky Sir, I think my Mom needs your help.”

An hour earlier

Y/N held onto Benny’s hand as she walked into the house trying to mentally prepare herself for what was to come. Benny wasn’t clueless, he might have been a kid but not clueless. Benny had always been a perspective child which often got him into trouble, being able to see and work out things he shouldn’t. With that Benny could hardly remember the last time he saw his Father. He had also worked out that his mother probably kept him away from his Father for some reason.

Y/N walked into the house with her biggest fake smile on. Benny noted how it was the same one she used with annoying customers she would silently pray to leave with in the next second.

“Benny you had an amazing day at school by the sounds of things.” Y/N called into the house taking off her coat and apron.

Benny went to do the same when suddenly,

“Y/N get in here with that imbecile.” Brock called back from the kitchen.

His voice wasn’t the usual mumbling and slurring from when he was drunk, no this was so much worse. Brock sounded stone cold sober and pissed off.

“Benny get upstairs, Now!” Y/N ordered.

Benny did as he was told. He waited upstairs for it to start, he knew the routine. His Mom and Dad would argue, there would be yelling maybe the sound of something being thrown or smashed. It could last hours and at the end of it chances are his Mom would be crying.

So Benny grabbed one of his teddies and a book to try and block out the sound. The yelling started he heard words like ‘Whore’ and ‘Slut’. He tried to focus on his book some more but the sounds just got louder until

WHACK

It was followed by the sound of his mother screaming. Benny couldn’t help himself any longer, he needed to help his Mom. Grabbing his teddy he ran downstairs. He peered his head and threw the bannister to see a sight no child should have to see.

On the kitchen table there were photos of Y/N and Benny with the nice man, Bucky. His Father looked furious, calling her a traitor and Benny a bastard. His mother was trying to shield herself from the punches. The scene made Benny feel sick to his stomach. He wasn’t stupid, Benny knew this wasn’t like the school bullies. Feeling helpless was like being sucked into a black hole to the small child.

However there was a saving grace, looking to the coat rack at the bottom of the stairs Benny grabbed the name card out of his mother apron and ran back upstairs to his parents room. He grabbed the phone and hid under the bed. Using his little hands he failed the number and put one finger in his ear to block out the sounds from downstairs.

Ring, Ring, Ring

“Hello.”

Back at Steve’s House.

“Benny! Benny what’s wrong?”

“It’s my Dad, he’s hurting my Mom really badly and I can’t get him to stop.” Benny pleaded down the phone.

In the background of the phone call he could hear Y/N screaming. His blood was boiling, fuck whatever Y/N’s past was she didn’t deserve this.

“Benny just stay where you are, I’m on my way.” Bucky ordered and hung up the phone.

Bucky went to walk out the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Her house is outside my territory, if it goes sideways I can’t protect you.” Steve warned him with a deep tone in his voice.

“A kid just cried down the phone to me asking for my help to stop his piece of shit Father hitting his Mom and you’re trying to get me to walk away… You’ve changed Rogers.” Bucky retorted, storming out of the mansion.

He ran to his car and ordered Sam to give him his fucking gun back.

“What’s wrong man?” Sam came running handing Bucky his gun.

“Y/N’s in trouble, so is Benny.” Bucky seethed.

“Shit.” Sam sighed and hopped into the car.

He wasn’t going to let his best friend go into something like this alone. The car journey there was silent. Bucky was silently cursing that his car won’t go any faster. Sam was trying to get his head around Y/N being the daughter of Pierce and that pig Rumlow being her husband. The stories he’d heard about Rumlow, the man who would do anything for a price. It took knowing Y/N for all of two minutes for Sam to know the marriage must have been nothing more than tatic.

They finally reached the house. The second they got out they heard the screams, it was a surprise that no one had called the cops. Bucky and Sam both instantly took their guns out and readied themselves.

“I’ll get the kid, you get Y/N.” Sam ordered.

The two ran into the house, knocking down the door. Y/N was on the floor, she looked bloodied and bruised. She was whimpering, begging Brock to stop.

“Oh I’m nowhere near finished with you-” He was cut short from the sound of bullet going into his knee.

“ARGH!” Brock fell to the floor in agony, screaming.

Y/N looked up to see Bucky had fired the bullet. He had a dark look in his eyes, something Y/N had only seen a few times before in her life. The glassy eye star of a man who had to restrain himself from shooting to kill. Without a moment passing by Y/N pulled herself and ran toward Bucky. Brock called out for her, calling her a bitch and whore. He could call her anything he liked from now on Y/N told herself she would never have power over her again. Sam had gone upstairs to grab Benny. That left just the three of them left in the room. Bucky seemed to soften a little when Y/N was in her arms. Brock’s calls are almost forgotten about… almost.

“Oh I see, run into his arms slut, how long do you think he’ll keep me away from my wife and child.” Brock seethed out from the pain.

That was it. Silently Y/N grabbed the gun from Bucky and marched over to Brock. For the first time in her life she saw fear in Brock’s eyes and it made her smile. Bucky thought the worst,

“Y/N think about this for a second, Benny is just upstairs you don’t want him seeing-”

BANG

He was cut off by the sound of the bullet being shot into Brocks other knee.

“I am not your wife anymore and Benny sure as hell is no longer your son, we are going to leave this house and one way or another you will never see us again…understand?” Y/N clicked the safety off the gun and pointed it at Brock’s head.

Brock defeatily nodded and with that Y/N walked out of the house. Benny quickly followed behind about jumped up into Y/N’s arms. The two held each other tightly as a sense of freedom washing over both of them. A few tears escaped Y/N’s eyes, finally she could have the life she wanted. All four of them went into the car and Bucky drove as carefully as he could so Benny would drift asleep. All the adrenaline leaving his body and suddenly leaving him exhausted. Bucky fiddled with the dials on the radio to help Benny sleep. His head was on Y/N’s lap, Sam kept glancing at the two in the back. Especially Y/N’s face, the bruises were already a deep dark purple and the scabs along her face, it was a hard sight to see.

“Take her back to Steve’s she needs to see the Doc.” Sam said to Bucky.

As pissed as Bucky still was with Steve, Sam was right. Also just incase Brock was going to pull some shit, Steve’s house was the safest place. To be honest he didn’t think Brock was going to pull anything within the next century after what Y/N did. It was clear that she had suffered abuse for how many years, silently taking its toll but despite all that, no one, no one messed with her son.

Y/N herself felt in a haze, she mindlessly played with her sons hair to bring some peace in her mind. Yes, Brock was now in the past but what now? Bucky had come to save her but was he expecting something in return. Her opinion on most men was that they never did anything out of the good of their own heart, especially ones from the mob. Then there was Benny, she brought in just enough money from the bakery but could she even go back there, was it safe. Her mind was spiralling again when suddenly

“Doll, we’re here.” Bucky spoke softly to her.

She looked out the car window to the most lavish mansion, it was practically a castle. Almost straight out of a story book. All it was missing was a tower with a lonely princess and a dragon. Y/N carried Benny, who was still fast asleep, Bucky placed a hand around the shoulder and then suddenly all the worry she had before seemed to wash away. It was the look in Bucky’s eyes that said ‘There’s no need to be scared from now on.’

The four of them all walked in, a blonde man stood in the entrance hall with a red head next to him. He looked stern and the red head… well she seemed to give nothing away.

“Glad to see you alive, now tell me, is this going to come and bite me on the ass?” The blonde man arched a brow at Bucky.

“Brock Rumlow won't be a problem however I suggest you call the Doc.” Bucky answered.

Just as he did Benny began to stir and wake.

Steve watched quietly as the child stirred and looked around the hallway. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

“Momma are we in a castle?” Benny yawned.

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at the little one. Benny grabbed onto his mother a little tighter when he noticed Steve and Natasha. Steve then studied the two a little closer, Benny seemed fine but Y/N, she looked like she had been through hell, it reminded Steve of his Mom…

“Nat call Banner down here.” Steve ordered.

Natasha nodded and headed further into the house. Just as she left Sam offered to take Benny to bed. Y/N went to argue saying how she doesn’t want Benny alone.

“He’s not alone, he’s with the best bodyguard he could ever ask for.” Sam joked taking Benny out of her arms.

Y/N watched him go, blowing him a small kiss. Clumsily the kid caught it just before he disappeared upstairs. That just left the three of them in a somewhat awkward silence. Mainly it was the hard stare Bucky was giving Steve that made Y/N uncomfortable. It was clear that something had happened between the two of them but it wasn’t Y/N’s place to pry.

Then a saving grace appeared coming down the hall.

“I believe I have a patient, what’s Clint done this time?” The man joked approaching the trio.

He then saw Y/N’s face and his cheery attitude dropped. The man sighed and softly smiled at Y/N.

“I take it you’re the patient, right this way Miss.” He pointed to a side door next to the corridor.

Y/N followed, limping a little as she did. Bucky’s heart dropped a little when he noticed she’d properly been hiding it from the adrenaline. He went to follow her into the side room when Steve called him back. He debated not listening to him, disobeying him and following his heart to Y/N but he had toed the line enough tonight. Banner was more of a gentleman than any of them, he could be trusted with Y/N.

“What is it Boss?” Bucky grimaced.

Steve sighed and walked over to his friend, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“You were right, I was being an ass.” Steve admitted, hanging his head.

Bucky was stunned, only a total of 5 times had Steve ever admitted he was in the wrong. A small laugh escaped him as he processed it.

“What made you realise that?”

“Y/N’s face, it reminded me of Mom.” Steve said solemnly.

Bucky sighed, he remembered the bruises on Sarah’s face and how Steve would come running to him saying how he didn’t know what to do. How when they were barely strong enough they stood up to Steve’s Dad, he remembered Steve pulling the trigger. Long story short, Sarah had lived in a fancy Suburban house with chickens to look after until she passed 2 years ago.

“Listen, Rumlow won’t be a problem.” Bucky tried to reassure Steve.

“Is he dead?” Steve asked.

“No but Y/N shot him in the kneecap and then held the gun to his head threatening to kill him if she ever saw him again, never seen a fucker so scared in my life.” Bucky explained to Steve with a hint of pride in his voice.

“Your girl did that, wow.” Steve whistled at the thought of it.

“She’s not my girl.” Yet

“Sure Punk, go see how she’s getting on with Banner then I suggest you all stay here tonight just in case.” Steve said walking away before Bucky could argue.

Bucky simply shook his head in annoyance and headed to Y/N and Banner. Banner was the on sight Doctor, being in his line of work meant there was a chance of things always ending up with a bullet being somewhere it shouldn’t. Banner had always been a kind man but god help the poor soul who pissed him off.

Bucky walked into the room, Y/N was sat on the hospital style bed and Banner was sat on the seat next to her making some notes. Y/N now had a gauze of her cheek and a plaster over a scrape on her forehead. Most of the blood had been cleaned away from her arms and face. Her clothes still looked bloody, have to sort that later.

Y/N’s head turned to Bucky as he walked in the room and a soft smile formed on her face.

“Ah Barnes, I was just explaining to Y/N here that the swelling should go down with the next few days, for now she can take two of these after some food for the pain.” Banner explained.

Y/N noted how even his voice was soft, he didn’t look like your typical rough and ready criminal. Maybe she would pick his brains about how he got involved with this another time. Right now she just wanted her son and some sleep. Bucky told her how she would be sleeping here tonight. He had to guide her through the house, she figured that she would have to ask for a map another time. He led her up some stairs and down a corridor until they reached a room.

Y/N walked it, it was surprisingly homely. Tan carpet along with mustard silk curtains. The big was nearly as big as her whole room back at the house… The house, shit! All of her stuff was still there and she sure as hell couldn’t go back there.

“Fuck.” She sighed.

“What is it, Doll?” there was more worry in Bucky’s voice than he was happy to admit.

“Am I an idiot if I only just now realise that everything I own except for the clothes on my back is still at that house?” She sighed lying on the bed.

As she did she saw the mirror staring back at her.

“ha and even these clothes are bloody and ruined.” She groaned putting her hands in her head.

Bucky walked over to her and carefully held her hands. Part of him wanted to scold himself for how much he enjoyed holding them.

“Doll you did the right thing leaving then and there, on top of that you haven’t got to worry about nicknacks you left there, I promise you that here you’re every need will be taken care of.” Bucky spoke softly to her.

“Yes but how long can I stay here?” There was no hope in her voice.

“As long as you need.” Bucky reassured her.

Y/N looked up into Bucky’s eyes. Every word he spoke was so sincere when he talked to her. It was having a constant star in a storm… and yet she still had to ask,

“Why would you do all of this for me?”

At that moment Bucky couldn’t put it into words, so he decided not to. Instead he leaned forward and caught her lips. He was gentle and held the none bandaged side of her face. After the first few seconds of shock went away Y/N slowly kissed back. It felt so perfect, Y/N had never been kissed like that in her life. It was nothing like the kisses from Brock, they were hard and rough and almost painful. This, this was sweet and soft and caring. When they finally parted Y/N was almost breathless. Bucky couldn’t help but smirk a little at that. Y/N was still gathering her thoughts when nonchalant Bucky got up and walked to the drawer. He pulled out a large t-shirt and handed it to Y/N before walking out of the room.

It took Y/N a few moments to even realise he’d left. Taking a breath she took off the bloody dress and undergarments and replaced it with the t-shirt. Assuming Bucky had left her alone for the night she began to explore the room. The bed had about a thousand pillows on it and all the ornaments seemed to be made from solid oak. Even when lying on the mattress it felt as if she was sleeping on air. Letting out a content sigh she was about to go to sleep when there was a knock at the door.

“Hello?” Y/N called out cautiously.

“It’s me Doll, you dressed?” It was Bucky.

Y/N let out a small sigh of relief and opened the door to see him in his pajamas. Okay now she was confused. She must have clearly shown it on her face.

“Doll this is my room, why do you think my shirts are in here?” Bucky explained heading to the bed.

“Oh, right… well let’s head to bed then.” Y/N mumbled trying to hide her worry.

However it didn’t get past Bucky.

“Doll what is it?” Bucky’s caring tone was nearly enough to break down all her walls, but

“Just stay on your side of the bed.” She muttered getting into the covers.

“Doll.” Bucky sighed, he clearly wasn’t going to let it drop.

“Fine, the last time I shared a bed with a man was when Benny was conceived and at the time I didn’t particularly want to… you know.” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence.

Instead she rolled herself so as not to face Bucky.

“Just stay on your side of the bed, please.” Her voice seemed so weak.

With that Bucky got out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked.

“From now on your body is your own, nobody can do anything to it without your permission, Y/N.” Bucky spoke to her.

With that he bid her goodnight. As he left Y/N closed her eyes and for the first time in a long time drifted away to sleep happily.

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imaginesmai · 5 years ago

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Tom Holland-Training Day

Plot: Tom’s morning hasn’t been the only thing hard that day.

Warnings: honestly this is just smut. Dirty, detailed smut that will more likely ruin your underwear, I’m not being responsible for it!

It had been a tiring day, and you were dying for a cold shower. You could feel the sweat accumulating in the back of your neck from hours of sparring, and you felt gross just by looking at the mirror. However, you would do it a thousand times more; Tom had insisted in sparring for fun in your free day and it was all worthy after seeing his excited smile and spontaneous squeals while you were in the match.

For you, it had been a funny and tiring day. For Tom, it had been pure suffering. He hated to admit just how hard he got when you managed to pin him into the mat, or when paused to catch your breath and he sneaked a glance to your sweaty chest. Soft curves pressing against his body, a thigh wedged between his legs and digging into his groin. He had to angle his body a few times so you didn’t feel his erection, and call for breaks so he could cool off a little. Tom were sure you had felt it, seeing the blush crept up your neck and to your face, yet you had said nothing and rolled off him.

Tom’s plans of being alone and taking care of his problem came crashing down when you offered spending the night together in his apartment. It was nothing strange; you were best friends, shared almost everything and he had promised to spend the whole day with you. Besides, spending more time with you didn’t bother him.

“I’m stealing the shower” you said as soon as he opened the door of his apartment, your body rushing past him and throwing the bag on his couch.

“Come on, this is my place!” Tom whined behind you, closing the main door. You peeked your head from the corridor, pulling the band from your hair and tossing out your locks. “This is raiding or private property”

“Love you Tommy” you winked at him before disappearing again.

He chuckled and heard the door shutting behind you. While you were in the bathroom, Tom decided to sit on the couch. He sighed and rubbed his fist harshly against his eyes.

When Tom had proposed you to go sparring that morning, sun still going up and your sleepy eyes looking up at him, he had loved the idea. He had thought it would be a good chance of getting closer to you; closer in a way he wasn’t yet. He wanted desperately to be something more than your best friend, and Harrison had told him spending the weekend just with you would be a good idea for that. On Friday afternoon, you had taken Tessa out and walked through the park, arms linked. After that, you had seen three movies and Tom had fallen asleep on your lap. He had woken up by you slamming his head with the table as you tried to take him to bed.

And that morning, you had gone to his sparring gym. Tom felt another painful tug on his shorts at the thought of you pressing your ass against his groin, and the feeling of your perky nipples against his chest. He huffed a breath, falling back against the couch.

Maybe, you would take enough time in the shower to let him have his release. He had swore he could just cum on his pants like a teenager in two or three occasions, so it wouldn’t take him long. Opening your bag briefly, he looked for any tissues while his right hand made its way to the tent of his shorts.

He had to bit his lips when his finger rubbed over the tip of his dick. Tom closed his eyes, tissues forgotten, and got lost for a few seconds in just rubbing himself. Thinking it was your hand instead of him, your body pressed once more. Still, he wasn’t that deep into it for not hearing the door opening and your voice echoing through the corridor.

“Tom?” you said. Quickly, he pressed a cushion on his lap and begged to whoever was up there that you didn’t notice his flushing face.

“Y-yeah?”

Silence followed Tom’s question, and he frowned. It was not common between the two of you. He had talked to you about anything; periods, sex, family matter. So he couldn’t understand why your voice had sounded so small and why you hadn’t talked again; until you did.

“Um, I didn’t think this through? You don’t have any clean towel in here, and I’ve got mine on my bag, I’m gonna grab it. So no looking” you said, that time much more closer.

Tom’s living had two couches. The first one, faint blue, where your purple and white bag was on. The second, white, where Tom was sitting on, was in front of the first one. As you came out of the corridor, hands barely covering you, the first thing Tom did was look. Being told not to look always made someone look.

When you were seven, you had spent one night on Tom’s house, with his brothers and parents. It was the first time you had a sleepover, and you spent the whole night awake watching cartoons, eating candy and playing games. At one point, you had ended up under Tom’s bed; and out of curiosity, two kids had showed each other their privates parts. Tom remember thinking he would never touch or want a girl the way their classmates thought about.

You were nothing like that little girl he had seen.

Your wet hair fell around your shoulder as you walked out of the corridor, some strands stuck to your skin. What little cleavage you showed with your arms cupping your breast had him swallowing the limp in his throat. Your legs were shinning, and he could see the shape of your naked ass against the light coming from the window. Tom pressed the cushion harder against his dick, then hard, and he struggle to find his words.

“You look good”

His compliment had you blushing yet again, breath quickening as his eyes roamed over your body. You could see him adjust himself in the couch, trying to be discreet but failing. You gave him a small smile, before rushing to the bag and feeling his eyes following you.

“Thanks” you muttered.

Tom then realised he was staring, and before he had a full view of your ass in display, he looked away with a quick apology. He felt more heat, if that was possibly, rush to his dick, that was painfully hard.

The thing was, Tom should had just let it be. It was embarrassing enough for him the situation, you knowing he had an erection and it was because of you. But something inside his brain snapped, like a lose string. If you had moved back to the bathroom, or made any attempt of leaving the place, he wouldn’t have done it. Yet you had wanted to come to his apartment, had teased him in the mat and then were looking at him with a raised brow and a smirk.

Your t-shirt was covering your front, long enough to hide the main parts but left nothing to Tom’s imagination. He gulped, the tension rising.

“You gonna do something?” you said, voice soft.

He didn’t answer, just got up and walked over you with a confidence that wasn’t there before. Hands cupping your face and calves hitting the back of the couch, he pressed his lips against yours without hesitation. It was no small kiss, something simple to start off; the typical kiss in a movie from best friends to lovers. No, it was passionate, loving, primal and needy, everything Tom had been keeping up for the whole morning in it.

You melted against his arms and wrapped yours around his neck, it being wet with sweat. You tilted your head back to give him access to your mouth, feeling his tongue sweep inside and tangle with yours. Curious fingers ran through his hair, knowing he loved that when you two cuddle; in response, he sighed against your lips.

Just as sudden as it started, he stopped. You pouted at him and leaned forward to catch his lips again.

“Let me-Let me take a shower” he stepped away from you. Not watching where he was, he almost fell butt first on the coffee table between the couches, if it hadn’t been for your hands gripping his arms. “Sorry. Sorry.”

“We could take care of your problem first” you chuckled, looking down at his dick brushing against your naked thigh. You almost wanted to clench them together.

“Shit” Tom whined. The black shorts he had chosen for the sparring felt too uncomfortable. “Yeah. Just a few minutes. I’ll be quick”

“Come on” you whined.

Tom managed to get out of the tight space without making a further fool of himself, although he almost knocked over a lamp. He gave you half-smile and an apologetic look.

“I’m all sweaty. Wait for me in bed, I’ll be there in two minutes.”

“Don’t be long” you rolled your eyes and, purposefully, let the shirt fall a little down, giving Tom a better view of your breasts.

He widened his eyes and scrambled to the bathroom, hands on the walls to not fall over. When he disappeared from sight and you heard the door closing once more and something hitting the floor, you let out a breath. You were really lucky Tessa wasn’t home, since she was spending the day with Harry. It wouldn’t be the first time she stopped one of your many tries of kissing Tom; although you had already stepped over that phase.

You smiled to yourself while you walked to his room. Tom’s room was as neat as the rest of the house. Photos of friends an family, the new script for his film along with his computer, and his bed with the extra cushion on the floor, where you had slept the previous night. If everything went well, you didn’t expect sleeping on it any time soon.

While you heard the water running, you let the clothes fall on the ground and sat on the bed. You tried different positions; maybe sitting, laying down on your back, side or maybe on your stomach. Maybe, you shouldn’t be looking at him, or looking as if you had been waiting? You didn’t have time to rethink what you were going to do, since the door of the bathroom was open with a kick and Tom appeared with no clothes on.

“I’m ready” he breathed out, leaning against the frame.

“That was quick” you joked, crossing your legs.

“Are you kidding? It was too slow, darling. I had you waiting on my room” his voice was thick as he walked forward. Tom stopped when he was in front of you. “Naked, on my bed and willing to be with me. I should have taken just one second.”

Tom surprised you by kneeling on the ground in front of you, hands on your knees. He uncrossed them and pushed them apart, making himself at home there. You felt your throat constrict with anticipation. Some drops of water landed on your legs when Tom placed the first kiss on your knee, eyes never leaving yours.

A thought rushed to your mind, and a shiver ran through your spine. Before you could control it, the words left your mouth.

“I don’t wanna lose our friendship” you said, words slurred. Tom teared his lips away from your skin, but didn’t move. With kind eyes, he nodded in understanding.

“I don’t mind doing this more often” he admitted, blushing. He looked to your left, and the not the floor. “I mean, I like you a lot. And I… maybe we could talk about this later? I really need to fuck you”

You giggled and bended down to kiss him once more. He pressed forward, only one of his knees touching the floor. Tilting his head, he repeated the motion of a few minutes ago, yet much more calm. His hand found yours, lacing your fingers together with his eyes closed, kissing you harder.

His other knee went up and he forced you to lay back on the bed. Tom hovered over you, too close to the edge.

“I like you too” you said, breathless, once he broke the kiss. Smiling, he accommodated his body fully and pecked your cheek.

“Good, cause if not what I’m about to do might have seemed awkward”

His lips strayed from your cheek to your jaw and neck, and you angled your head to allow him better access. Instead of staying there like you had expected, he nibbled at your collarbone and showed you what a tease he really was going to be. You lifted your hips in search of some sort of friction, but the position was awkward and you didn’t get any.

Tom kissed his way to your chest, stopping at your breasts to give a small peck to each of your nipples, that stood hard and perky in need of attention. He stopped on the right one, giving it a swift kitten lick. Lazy kisses were placed away from your breasts and down your belly, and Tom’s tongue left a wet trail in your belly. You shrugged and finally found something to do with your hand; pushing Tom’s head further to where your pussy was throbbing.

“Are you eager?”

You whined, and he chuckled at your insistence. Resisting the force, he moved at his own pace, actually enjoying the soft tugs at his hair. He rubbed his hand over the top of your thigh, other hand creeping up slowly to be laced with yours. For anyone who had seen that, it wasn’t a big deal; for both of you, meant something deeper than just one night stand.

Your face was flushed with arousal, lips swollen from kissing and pupils blown with lust, that matched Tom’s. He kissed your inner thigh, leading up to the junction of your body before switching to the other side and repeating the process. You ran your fingers through his heard, trying once more to guide him to where you wanted him the most. When he just hovered your mound to blow softly, you huffed.

“Tom, don’t tease”

“Let me enjoy the moment” he shushed you. He trailed his tongue along the outer edge of your labia, barely making contact. “God, you’re so beautiful. I could spend the whole day just looking at you”

Tom circled around your lips, missing the sensitive bundle of nerves he knew would have you soaring. You were panting softly from the pleasure, keening with frustration until you felt his tongue swipe up your cleft from bottom to top, stopping just before your clit to repeat the action. For years, you had heard Tom’s girlfriend gush to you about how good your best friend was in bed; in attempts of making your jealous or just because they thought you should know. The attempts worked, and you had imagined Tom’s curly head between your legs more times than what you cared to admit.

So close, but so far.

He could hear your frustrated sighs above him, the clenching of your hand in his hair as he got closer to your clit and the annoying tugs when he moved away. Only the beginning of another complain was heard before Tom drove forward. Instead of continuing his teasing, he kept going and flicked over your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue softly.

“Oh, Tom”

His dick throbbed at your moan, and he was tempted to reach a hand. But he wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasted. TO know he caused you that much pleasure had him reeling and wanting to see what sounds he could have come out of your mouth.

So he latched onto your clit, sucking gently, then niggling, flicking his tongue over it to find the best sound. You arched your back against the bed, and he propped your legs up on his shoulders.

“Such a good girl” he muttered against your mound. Good thing about talking about your sex life and kinks to each other was that Tom knew exactly how to make you mad. “All wet for me, Y/N. What do you want me to do?”

To mount you, sink his cock into you over and over until you were crying in pleasure. He didn’t give you time to answer; Tom started sucking on your body like a man starved. He was giving it his all, wanting only for you to crumble and fall apart beneath his tongue. All of that while whispering how a good girl you were and how gorgeous you looked.

“That’s my girl, so good for me” Tom purred.

Without pausing, he trailed his finger to your opening, slowly sliding into your heat and groaning at how wet you were. Tom had to tighten his lips when he thought about having his cock buried in there. You tensed around his fingers, breathy moans getting louder as he massaged your walls, sliding a second finger. He knew how to pleasure you as if he had been doing it all his life.

“You like this, darling?”

As you nodded, he twisted his hand, crooking his fingers and looking for that spot that he knew would made you go wild. Tom found it, wiggling his fingers against the sensitive ridge and your hand flew from his hard to clamp over your mouth, stifling your cries of pleasure. You were right on the edge, just about to breach the precipice when one well timed flick of his tongue and swipe of his fingers had you catapulting over.

Your legs tightened around his head, your back arching off the bed as your first orgasm washed over you in waves, your body pulsating around his fingers.

“Oh, Tom” you breathed, moving your hand away for air and to look down at him.

His face was shiny from chin down, and he had a broad smile. Although there was a faint blush on his cheeks, he couldn’t hide the way he was stroking himself with his right hand, neither the lusted look on his eyes.

“How was that?” he asked, crawling on the bed to hover over you with both hands. His dick brushed over your leg, and he whined.

Propping yourself up, you captured his lips in a kiss. You hummed against them as an answer, and he smiled. As you kissed him, your hand lowered down until you had a good grip on his dick, and placed your thumb on his tip. Tom teared away to moan, and you smeared the precum with your finger.

“I need to be inside” he almost cried out, moving a little. “Please, Y/N. I think I’m gonna burst”

“Suit yourself” you chuckled, and opened your legs a little.

He lowered himself until his throbbing cock was against your wet lips, eager to feel finally your tight sheath. You put a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, and pointed with your chin to his nightstand. After a second of confusion, he almost rushed to get the drawer open and to bring out the box of condoms.

You took the package away from him and took one out. He watched with wide eyes as you opened it with your teeth, and his hand gravitated towards your breast, squeezing it and running his thumb over your nipple. Your soft and slender hands tried getting the condom on him, but Tom was too excited, his erection twitching with every touch. It was getting everything in him not to come on your hands.

So you grabbed him to keep him steady, electing a heady groan from the man as his eyes rolled shut. That was probably the sexiest thing you had ever heard, a shiver of delight rolling down your spine; you hoped Tom was a vocal.

You took your time, letting your fingers run down his shaft multiple times, squeezing his base softly and brushing your thumb against his tip. His elbows almost gave up as he whined, thrusting his hips against your hand.

Satisfied when he was finally covered, you laid back down fully and pushed yourself backwards, until there was enough room for the both of you to lay in bed.

“You’re so gorgeous, darling” Tom looked at you with darkened eyes, his hair wild and still damp; with water, or sweat.

He moved up and your hands trailed towards his face, pulling him down to kiss him and bring your bodies closer together. Once you had tasted those lips, you knew you would never let them go. Tom took a moment to savour entering you, both of you holding your breaths only to moan when he was finally inside. His eyes, although shy, stayed on your face, watching your features twist when he moved a little.

At the same time he started to move, he kissed you again. His tongue smoothed over your bottom lip, wriggling it’s way inside and wrestling with your own. Turned out, Tom was a huge vocal when it came to bed, and it got you all over the edge again when you heard those sweet noises leaving his lips. He was trying to cover at least half of them, and you decided it wasn’t the time to know all of what he had been hiding.

There would be more.

“I’m… close” he panted, thrusting and angling his body so he could bring you as much pleasure as he could. “I’m sorry, I need- I’m-“

“Me too, Tommy”

Having holding it for all morning had Tom spilling himself into the condom and burying his face on your neck. You followed just a second after, and you tried to regain your breathe while keeping the position. Finally, he let out a small chuckle.

“That was wild”

You hummed in agreement, and Tom smiled to himself. Harrison would surely be the one going to get wild when you told him that his shitty plan of the weekend had gone right. And he had a feeling that it would be more than just two days.

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trying-write-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Hitoshi Shinso X Reader part 14

Mina jolted out of bed to break down Shinso’s door. Shinso was awake, but in the dark the only light was the laptop on his chest.

“Shinso holy shit! That guy! That guy!”

“What guy?” Shinso asked.

“Derek Jeeterman rejected Y/n when she asked him out to a movie. He just straight up told her he didn’t like her that way!” Mina explained.

“What?”

Was he blind? Deaf? No common sense?

“Yeah she texted me! All about it! That’s why she was so sad before she came here!” Mina squealed.

He was glad it wasn’t anything he did.

“Did she say anything else?” Shinso asked.

“Apparently Bakugo walked her home.” Mina said.

“That must have been torture for her. That guys an ass.” Shinso said.

“Well, it’s probably good that he did, who knows what kind of creep just lurks around at night.”

Shinso got up for his early morning jog with Aizawa. His quirk alone wasn’t going to make him a hero, it was going to be his determination, and his ability to kick ass. Anyone could be a hero, even without a quirk. It was such a strange concept for Shinso, but knew ultimately it could be true.

“Hey, can I ask you something, sensei?” Hitoshi asked.

“What is it?” Aziawa quickly said as they were jogging.

“Do you think...do you think I would have benefited from being a homeschool hero in training?” Shinso asked.

It could have been a fast pass for him. Learning to be a hero on his own rather than the institution, or leaning on them a little bit. His quirk was overlooked from hero courses from all over because of physical exams.

“No, I believe you made the right choice coming here.” Aizawa said. “Those three have connections with heroes which is how they’re able to pull it off.”

“With who?” Shinso was surprised.

“A bunch of heroes actually. One of their parents are a marketing agent for a lot of heroes.” Aizawa said. “You wouldn’t have the business connections to pull that off on your own.”

“So their parents just paid heroes to train their kids?” Shinso asked.

“I don’t know the whole story. They have a rotation is all I know.”

Going back into his old ways, Shinso truly did believe some people were just born lucky. Sonny and Benny were also overlooked for their quirks, but were able to steal a second chance through connection, or skill. What opportunities were they given to make a hero drop what they’re doing for some easy cash? Or was it black mail? How were all three able to pull that off? Was it because they were a packaged deal?

After class, Shinso was ready for a nap. He did his early morning workouts, trained in class, so needless to say he was tired. Still he dragged his sorry flesh vessel to the gym to find a familiar non- UA face. Deku was asking Sonny a million questions about her quirk.

“I actually had to learn how to breathe when I engulf myself in my quirk so I could extend the period of time when I use it.” She said lifting weights.

“So does your body have a burn limit like Todoroki’s?” Deku asked.

“Not a burn limit. If I do use my quirk over a half hour I can hardly move my limbs, thats if I’m using it all over my body. If I only use my arm, the time lasts longer, and I will only lose that said arm for some time. Luckily my precious Y/n heals my limbs so they can work again a lot faster.” Sonny said. “It’s not because I burn my limbs, but because my body has to get use to its original shape from when it was in flames.”

“So if you put your fire out too fast, does your body hold up or…” Deku continued.

“It always bounces back.”

Fire/flame quirks weren’t rare at all. Yet Todoroki was made on recommendation, and Sonny was overlooked. However it seemed Sonny lacked true control over her quirk versus Todoroki actually knew how to use his power.

“Oh hey smelly scento.” Sonny said as she noticed Shinso.

“Hey...big mouth.” Shinso said, pretending he wasn’t listening.

“Watching my gun show in action?” she asked as she continued to lift.

She did have well defined muscles. It was weird seeing her in work out sweats and a t-shirt that said “Suns out Guns Out”. How could she have a more secure self esteem than him? He at least got to UA, she was rejected. Unless she didn’t apply for general studies. She must have gained a lot back from discovery more about her quirk. Maybe that’s what made those three stand out more, they were able to dig deeper in their quirks abilities, not by just making themselves stronger, but also learning new ways to use it, like Mina and Deku. Mina was able to make her slim acidic, while Deku was able to make wind style type combat moves. What was that Benny guy able to do differently with his quirk? Shinso couldn’t tell, Benny’s quirk kinda sucked, but he was able to take down Bakugo, one of the most powerful students in their grade.

“No, but I did have a question for you.” Shinso told the cocky lady. “Can you give me Benny’s number?”

“You’re not his type.” She quickly said.

Deku’s eyes went wide, and his face red. He may have not been directly part of this conversation, but she was brutal. She knew he wasn’t asking out Benny, she just wanted to tear Shinso down.

“I don’t wanna date him.” Shinso said.

“What do you need him for?” Sonny asked. “I don’t want a problem being traced back to me, you know.”

“I wanted to ask him if he could give me some tips for combat training.”

“Oh, that’s right, your quirk is more of a villainous mind control, so you need to learn actual fighting if you wanna be a good hero, right?” She said sitting up.

What was her deal?

“Shinso is not a villain at all.” Deku said, defending Shinso.

“No, he’s not, he wouldn’t dare to ever try, but once people hear a mind control hero is on the loose, I bet they’ll be worried about how this might affect their rights as a citizen.” She said teasing him further.

“Can I have his number or not.”

“Give me your phone.” She said.

Sonny typed in the number and then his full name in the contact information. Shinso wondered if this was just how this girl really was, or she just enjoyed being an asshole. She gave him the number none the less. Why would someone like her want to be a hero?

“How do I know this isn’t fake?” Shinso asked.

“Ask if its the contact I put in.” She simply said.

“Bernice?” Shinso said out loud, that’s what Benny is short for?

“It’s his middle name.” Sonny said.

So he sent a text, explaining it’s Shinso, saying he got the number from Sonny. It was Benny, he even sent a selfie of him and Y/n. Benny had a black eye and a cut on his face that Y/n was in the process of healing, she even gave a peace sign in the selfie.

“Was it the right number?” Deku asked.

“Yeah…” He was surprised she wasn’t the villain he thought she was.

“Why would I lie to you guys? I don’t care enough about either of you to lie.” She said going back to her set.

She just likes to sound mean.

“You just sound harsh.” Deku said.

“Yeah, and you sounded like my tenth ever fan.” She said.

“No way in hell you have fans. You have a big head and an even bigger mouth.” Shinso told her.

That only made her smile like an evil witch, Shinso felt like he fell for her trap, but didn’t care because not enough people have told this girl that she’s a rat faced shit bag that’s only redeeming quality is that she overcame her quirk being overlooked.

“I feel like you told on yourself more than you tried to insult me.” she said, unaffected.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You wanna be noticed, seen, but you don’t know how to handle attention or how to stand out. You may do good deeds, but you’ll become a servant to humanity than a hero, your kindness will be abused. You too Deku.” Sonny said. “If your only goal is to be nice, or bring world peace, you’ll be nothing but disappointed.”

“You’re just full of yourself.”

“I’m not empty like your eyes.” She got the last word.

Deku tried saying something to her, but Shinso was already out of their conversation. He was too tired for this half star drama. He just needed to sleep. He was noticed, and is seen, by Aizawa, and that is more than enough now! Maybe she was a little right. They were a little alike, and she’s picked up on that. They both had overlooked quirks.

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awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands · 5 years ago

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Mötley Crüe when they discover that their girlfriend is bisexual:

A/N: Since my bisexual ass dies for some bi- accepting content, here there is ! ( I hope it won’t suck,lol)

TW: Mentions of sex, mentions of death

Vince Neil

You and Vince were with the Twins at a club. You’ve been together for several months but you had never had the chance to go in tour with him, until now.

Naturally both of you were pretty drunk, (well we are talking about Motley Crue after all) but the Nikki and Tommy were totally out of it so you and Vince needed to keep an eye on them. Vince took Nikki with him at the bar , while you sat with Tommy, keeping him from killing himself by doing some crazy drunk stunt.

While you were doing that, you saw a redhead girl sat on your boyfriend’s lap; she tried to flirt with him. However he was pretty disinterested and kept ignoring her. After some minutes he left to go to the bathroom, while Nikki returned to Tommy.

You decided to confront her, unsure whatever you would just talk to her or smack the shit out of her. But when you arrived in front of her, you stopped in your tracks: she was hot, really hot! Also the fact that she was totally checking you out, didn’t help you.

“Did you have fun with my boyfriend?” you decided to say after a while, trying to sound angry but failing.

“ He’s a great flirter!” she replied.

“ I flirt better” you blurted out.

“ I bet you do, hot stuff. Show me something !”

Your drunken state made you totally forget and you were not out with your boyfriend, so you playfully started to flirt with her. Of course it was nothing serious: you and Vince were used to have this little flirt games with other people. It was just a game, a pretty dangerous one for the closeted you. She was really charming, and well that totally made your bisexual heart skip a beat.

Suddenly you felt two strong arms around you.

“Well, look at my girlfriend!” Vince said with a laugh.

You started panicking as tears were forming into your eyes. Was he disgusted with you? Angry? Was he going to leave you? Probably he had to understand that you were scared, ‘cause he reassured you.

“ I’m not mad, babe. I love you” he said calmly, grabbing your hand. You kissed him passionately then you continued to make out, ignoring the poor redhead girl who was sipping her drink to distract herself.

“ Nice taste you have in girls, baby.” He whispered into your ear as a grin came across his face.

Nikki Sixx

You were sitting on the couch, watching TV when Nikki entered in the room, a confused look on his face.

“Who is she?” he asked as he handed you a photo. You turned off the television and looked at the photo. As soon as you saw it, you started to shake as your breathing was getting heavier, you were totally panicking. It was a photo of you kissing one of your exes: your ex girlfriend to be precise. Why did you keep a photo of your ex? She unfortunately died in a car crash after a year that you two broke up.

You’ve never told Nikki about your bisexuality, because you were afraid to lose him or to make him angry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said and you hated to hear that he was a bit hurt. You didn’t want things to go like that. You couldn’t bear to lose him.

You started crying. You were so frightened because you two promised to be 100% honest with each others, after Nikki almost died for the second time. “ No more secrets, babe. I promise!” He said to you.

“He told me his past and that’s how I’m going to repay him !” you thought.

“I’m s-sorry. I-I was scared”.

“Scared of what?” Your boyfriend asked, grabbing your hand, trying to calm you down a bit. He didn’t expected you to break down.

“That you could g-get angry at me and leave me”. You tried your best to stop crying.

“ I could never do that do that ! I love you, every part of you and you shouldn’t be ashamed of being you !” He said, while putting you in a hug. You continued to cry, but this time they were happy tears.

He kissed you sweetly, then he also sat on the couch, keeping to cuddle you.

Tommy Lee

It was a normal day in the Motley Crue house and it was late night, so you decided to play truth and dare.

Truth and dare with Motley Crue meant two things : Reckless dares and embarrassing truths. So after taken off your bra, telling about your first time and how Tommy fucked you and also after doing a lap dance on Nikki, you decided to settle down on truth for the rest of the night. You were also pretty high, so you didn’t want to risk to die.

When it was Tommy’s turn to ask you, he did one of his best smirks then he proceeded to say : “ Tell me your most embarrassing fuck!”

You started to laugh nervously , because you totally had the perfect story but it happened with a girl. So since you didn’t want to out yourself, you decided to keep everything gender neutral. Hopefully they wouldn’t catch it.

“Well, I was giving oral to this person but we were at their house, on the washing machine and I accidentally started it, so Samantha became so over stimulated that she came all over me; that was right before her parents came home. God, they found us in the bathroom, me all full of shit and her clothes all wet. We pretended to say that the washing machine was broke and wet us all.”

Everybody looked at you with confused or shocked faces. You kicked yourself mentally, as soon as you realized what you had said. Fuck, you’re in deep shit !

“So a girl, uh?” Tommy said nonchalantly.

“Yes… I’m bi, so yeah!” You said awkwardly trying to see if he was angry or disappointed.

“Oh baby that’s great ! That means so many threesomes!” You punched him in the shoulder.

“Fuck head, I’m not a threesome machine!”

“ I was kidding babe, I love you for who you are. “ He said hugging you.

Mick Mars

Neither Mick or you were really not a party-type. But since Motley Crue were presenting an award and he didn’t see you for months, he decided to bring you with him at the party.

It was full of people and you felt quite out of place, but your boyfriend stayed next to you the all time.

Suddenly you heard somebody tapping lightly on your shoulder and you turned around, a bit confused.

“Hey pretty face, long time we not see !” a familiar voice greeted you. You recognized her immediately : Amanda, your ex girlfriend !

“What are you doing here?” you asked surprised.

“Well, work for a big record label has its perks !” she replied with a charming smile.

“Well good for you!” Your voice was bitter; she was not your favorite at all, let’s says that the fact she cheated on you didn’t help.

“Oh c’mon are you still angry for what happened two years ago?”

“I think you gave yourself too worth, Mandy! I need to go now, my boyfriend needs me.” You announced, walking away, but then somebody blocked your way : it was Mick !

“I didn’t know you had a friend here.” He said with his neutral voice.

“ Oh yeah, I’m Amanda. Her ex’s girlfriend!” You started to panic as soon as she said those words. Mick totally didn’t know about your bisexuality and you definitively didn’t want him to know it like that.

He looked at you and sensed your fear : not that it was hard, you were almost in tears !

“You could have found someone better, darling!” he affirmed in his usual tone. You almost burst into laughter as you looked at Amanda’s face.

“I know my love, it has been a rookie mistake. Clearly I regret it !”

Amanda stormed off, trying to keep her cool, but her infuriated eyes betrayed her real feelings.

“S-so you are not angry with me?” you whispered at him.

“No. I’m just quite surprised, I didn’t see that coming. But it’s not a problem for me. I love you, darling.” he said kissing you lightly.

#Motley Crue #Vince Neil #nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #mick mars #bisexual reader #fanfic #vince neil x reader #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #80srock #motley crue fanfic

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 5 years ago

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FP Jones//The Midnight Club (part 2)

part 1

“FP. Please say something.” In a matter of seconds FP’s world had come crashing down, for the second time that day.

You’d found him as soon as you’d composed yourself enough to make full sentences. He was sat at the lunch table talking to Fred about his party tonight. As soon as he saw you, his expression brightened but once he saw the scared expression on your face, his smile fell. You’d made your way over to him and he’d instantly asked if you were okay or if Alice had said anything else, but you ignored him, simply turning around and walking back out, expecting him to follow you, which of course he did. He had lost you for a few seconds until he was pulled into the janitors closet where he was met with your sobbing form. And when you muttered those simple words he felt the world come crashing down around him. The sound mixing with your sobs.

“Like?” He finally snaps himself from his thoughts. Instead focusing on trying to calm you down, however the look you give him tells him that he’s not doing a very good job already.

“I dunno.” You shrug. “Anything.”

“We’re in the janitors closet and you’ve just told me you’re pregnant. What do you want me to say?” He snaps making you cry harder. “Shit, I’m sorry baby.” His tone softens as he rubs soothing circles on your arms.

“Again. I dunno. But this isn’t exactly idea for me too.”

“I know baby.” He pulls you into a hug.

“So what are we gonna do?” You ask, your voice is mumbled against his letterman jacket and you feel slightly more at ease when you smell his cheap cologne. “If your dad finds out, your dead. If my parents find out we’re both dead. And if people at school find out, we’ll be crucified. How the hell are we, two teenagers living on the Southside in a trailer park, gonna support a child?” You ramble anxiously. The same thoughts are swirling through FP’s head. There is no way his dad is going support the two of you. And as for your parents, they’ll probably send you away. Everything was already a mess in his life, and now everything has just gotten a million times worse.

“I-dunno.” He sighs. He wants nothing more than to take all of this away from you. For everything to go back to normal. Where he didn’t have a kid on the way and another girl accusing him of knocking her up. He was normal FP Jones, star football player, most popular guy in school. And you were normal Y/n Y/l/n, head cheerleader, most popular girl in school, and FP Jones’ loving girlfriend.

“Well thats just great isn’t it?” You snap, pulling yourself away from him and he sighs again, giving you a sympathetic look.

“Its gonna be okay.” He reassures and grabs your hand, placing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

“Is it?” You laugh bitterly.

“Yeah.” He nods, trying to convince himself more than you. “It has to.”

“Sure it will.”

“Look, I’m trying here.” He says angrily and you sigh.

“I know. Sorry.” You mumble, looking at the floor.

“Its fine.” He hooks a finger under your chin, gently tilting your face upwards to look at him. “I have an idea!” His face brightens and you narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, what about tonight, just for tonight. We forgot everything. We forget Alice and her baby, we forget about our parents, we forget about our...problems. And we can just be teenagers. Happy, drunk, carefree, stupid teenagers.”

“Errr.” You start unsure. You had been really excited about Fred’s party, but now you just wanted to go home and hide after school.

“Come on.” He nudges you. “It’ll be fun! And I’ll get Fred to play our song.” He continues and you sigh before reluctantly agreeing. You know either way FP will go and you don’t really want to be alone at the minute. You suppose, you’re never gonna truly be alone again.

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“FP.” You tug on his hand and he briefly stops his conversation to look at you. “I wanna go home.” You’ve been at this party for four hours, which is usually normal. Usually you don’t go home until the next morning, sometimes afternoon. But you’re tired, uncomfortable and the smell of sweat, weed and alcohol is making you feel sick. Plus you keep being bashed about and the music is making you disorientated. Not to mention you really need to pee but all the bathrooms have been taken for various reasons thats not peeing.

“Just five more minutes.” He slurs and you roll your eyes at how drunk he is.

“You said that ten minutes ago.” You reply, starting to tap your foot impatiently.

“I knowww. But come on. Loosen up a little.” He grabs your arms and starts to sway the two of you but you push him off you.

“I want to go home. You said we could leave twenty minutes ago.”

“Whats your problem?” He shouts and your eyes widen. The commotion has made a few people around the pair of you to stop dancing and look at you. You’re already feeling exposed in the stupid dress you have on, thinking everyone can tell you’re pregnant, even though you have no bump. And now you feel even worse. You wrap your arms around yourself, while you try and will your tears away. “You’ve been uptight ever since we got here. If you want to go home, just go.”

“What?” You ask in disbelief. “Why are you being like this?”

“Because you’re annoying me. Go home and leave me the hell alone.” He spits and you glare at him.

“You’re such an ass.” You turn around and start pushing your way out of the cramped living room.

“You’re the one dating me...baby.” He calls after you.

“Fuck you!” You flip him off before finally getting outside. The cool air makes you feel slightly better, the sick feeling easing gently, however now you feel like there’s a weight on your chest which isn’t much better. You drop to sit on the porch steps, your head falling into your hands as you sob quietly.

“Awww.” A sickly sweet voice starts and you groan. Please, anybody but her. “Trouble in paradise?” She asks and sits beside you.

“We’re not in paradise.” You mumble and you can hear her laugh softly.

“You sure? It seems like it. With a pretty little northside princess and her bulldog boyfriend...too pure for this town.”

“What are you doing here Alice?” You ask, lifting your head up slightly so you can look at her. She looks like she usually does, all black outfit, scowl on her face, and a cigarette in her hand. Although, now she looks sadder, tireder, and you know exactly how she feels. “Its not like you can drink, or smoke for that matter.” You glance at the cigarette in her hand and she rolls her eyes before throwing it out into the dark street.

“I’m here for the same reason as you apparently.” She replies and your eyebrow quirks, for a second you worry that she somehow knows about your situation. That its something all pregnant women have a sense about.

“And whats that?” You ask as cooly as possible.

“To shout at your boyfriend. Speaking of which, the last time I saw him, he was trying to figure out how to get onto the roof so he can jump onto the trampoline.”

“He can break a leg for all I care.” You mutter and a smirk takes over her features.

“Oooo. You guys really are in trouble.”

“Well, thats what happens when a girl says you’re boyfriend knocked them up.”

“Awww, I’m so sorry. I hope you guys can work it out.” She says in a mock sad tone. He lips curl into a small pout but there’s a smirk hiding behind it and now you’ve officially had enough of this night.

“Listen.” You stand up suddenly and she looks at you slightly startled. “If you want to shout at him, I’d do it when he’s hungover, because you’re gonna get no sense from his right now. Do you want a lift home.” You add the last part on quickly. Even if you don’t like Alice, you know the Southside and you know its not safe for the best people, let alone if they’re pregnant.

“What?” Her eyes widen.

“Its late, its dark and you live on the Southside. I’m not an idiot.”

“Wow.” She’s recovered from her previous confused state and has snapped right back into stone cold bitch mode. “Do you really wanna cross the tracks. We wouldn’t want you to ruin your heels. Plus how do you know you’ll make it back out?”

“I think I’ll be fine. So do you want a lift or not?” You ask while looking through your bag for your keys.

“...yeah, sure.” She agrees quietly and you smile to yourself. You almost made Alice Smith speechless.

“Do you need to say bye to anyone?” You ask and start to walk down the driveway.

“Nah.” She shakes her head, walking beside you. “No one’s talking to me after I ruined your boyfriend’s image.”

“Well, what do you expect.” You shrug. “FP Jones is untouchable.” There’s a hidden sadness behind your tone which Alice picks up on but decides not to ask. She can’t imagine you’d want to talk to her about the weather, let alone personal problems. “I’m parked down the street.”

“Lets go princess!” She teases and you roll your eyes at her. But you’re kinda glad that she’s still being the same old Alice, it makes you feel a little better about the change. And a part of you is kind of thankful that you’re not alone yet, even if you are hanging out with Alice Smith.

You pull into the trailer park after being given awful directions by Alice. You knew exactly where you were going and you’re thankful that you live on the other side of the park as Alice does. Even in the trailer park there are some class issues. Where you live is the slightly nicer part, where you have windows that are un-smashed, doors that still have hinges and a few of you have crappy little cars. Alice lives on the side where the windows are more cardboard than glass, the doors are held together by glue and string and the closest thing they have to cars is bikes and scooters kids have stolen from the northside.

Once you stop outside her trailer you look around to see if you can see FP, however she takes your looking as an insult and instantly scowls.

“You worried someone’s gonna steal your shitty little car?” She asks sarcastically. “It looks like something you’d find on the nice side of Sunnyside. The sunnyside of Sunnyside if you will. Why hasn’t daddy bought you a nicer car?”

“You’re welcome for the lift Alice.” You cut her off before she can go any further.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I’ve insulted you at least 10 times, just on the way here and you’ve just sat there taking it.” She asks curiously and you start to worry that she’s gonna figure it out again.

“23 times actually.” You correct her making her roll her eyes. “Turns out we have more in common that I thought.” Why did you say that? If she didn’t know before, she’s definitely gonna know now.

“Pfft.” She laughs. “Like I’m anything like you.”

“As always, it was lovely talking to you Alice, but I’ve got a pillow to cry into. Have a good weekend...and stay safe.” You glance at her stomach and she moves her arms to cover it.

“Thanks.” She nods. “You too.” There’s a moment of silence as she grabs her bag and opens the door, she’s about to step out when she turns back to look at you. “Hey Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to come in and watch Edward Scissorhands or something?” She asks quietly and you have to take a minute to process what the hell just happened. Alice was being nice to you. Was this just some ploy to get you in to her house so she could murder you and dispose of the body quickly so she could have FP. Right now she could just ask you for FP and you would agree, telling her to take him.

“I prefer Heathers.” You shrug making her laugh.

“Of course you do. You’re such a Heather.”

“Rude.” You mumble.

“I never specified which one.” She argues. “Now, do you wanna come in or not?”

“Sure.” You shrug. You’ve got nothing better to do and today already has been weird, why not make it weirder. “Won’t your parents mind?” You ask, getting out the car and she looks at you.

“Clearly you’ve got no friends on the Southside.”

“Yeah...clearly.”

“Welcome.” She says once she’s opened the door. She goes in first, throwing her jacket on the chair before walking into the kitchen. “Make yourself at home.” She waves her hand about and you take a seat on the sofa. “Mind the drugs, needles, knives and dead bodies.”

“Of course. Wouldn’t want to crumple my dress.” You reply, a small smile playing on your face and for the first time, Alice actually genuinely laughs at something you’ve said...and not in a mean way.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks, sitting beside you.

“Not really no.” You shake your head.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“With you?” You ask and she nods softly. “Not really.”

“Yeah. Fair enough. I don’t really wanna hear about your rich girl problems.”

“Lets just forget our problems and watch Winona and Johnny.”

“Good idea.” She smiles and presses play. The film starts and the two of you sit in weird, yet comfortable silence, however a knock on the door causes you both to look at each other confused. Alice pauses the TV before standing up and making her way towards the door. You follow a little behind her just in case she needs help. “FP?” She asks confused once she’s opened the door. Your eyebrows furrow at the mention of your boyfriends name and you move to stand further behind the door.

“I need to talk to you.” He says, his tone is frantic and Alice is staring at him confused and annoyed. He’s clearly sobered up quite a bit from the last time you talked to him and you’re kind of annoyed that he came here instead of trying to find you and apologize. But then again, he could be here for you, so you decide not to jump to conclusions...yet.

“Now’s really not a good time.” She shakes her head and tries shutting the door, but he stops it with his foot and she looks at him even more annoyed.

“Please. We have a problem?”

We? What does he mean we. What problem could him and Alice Smith possibly have apart from the obvious. You can feel yourself getting angrier and you have to stop yourself from moving from your hiding space and punching him in the face.

“Y/n’s pregnant.”

#fp #fp imagine #fp x reader #fp jones #fp jones imagine #fp jones x reader #fp jones x you #riverdale #riverdale imagine

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carryonmywaywardwriters · 5 years ago

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One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Two! As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Grieving process. Age Gap. Character pregnancy. Unrequited feelings. I believe that is all.

Word Count: Roughly 3,200

“Jared!” You screeched just in time to find your body thrown in the air. You didn't let go, tugging the large, heavy weight in after you. The water rushed around your form. Cradling your fall. An angry cry left your lips as you surfaced. Glaring at your friend as he shook out his shaggy, dark hair. “You're such a shit.”

The sound of kids shouting out their own war cries sounded before they followed. The noise was enough to diffuse the mini war for a moment. They were careening their bodies into the water one at a time. Six cannonballs of various sizes.

“Teach you to sass,” He cackled, wincing every so slightly as you splashed at him in mock outrage. You dodged Shep as you bolted away from him; kicking your feet hard enough that Jared couldn't see well enough to dive at you until you had some distance between your bodies.

“Gen!” Before you could bring his wife into the mix, you were tackled again. Losing your shout in the liquid. Jared's unnatural length had given him the advantage. Again.

“They're going to kill each other,” Jensen muttered to Genevieve at the grill. Watching the scene from the corner of his eye. He'd refused to bet on who would come out on top. Both of you were too determined to end the mutual torture amicably.

“The kids will break it up before it gets there.” She answered with a grin as she watched your leg hook Jared's. The towering height was a disadvantage for the first time as you yanked the limb upwards with your entire strength. It slowed him down. His arms couldn't quite reach you before you threw him off balance. Crashing his bulk backwards. Creating waves that all six kids rode out. The high pitched betting on who would be winner making the brow rise towards his friend's wife. “Or maybe not,” The devilish smile on her love's face made her tsk in shame.

The hiatus-bearded forty four year old beside her stopped watching the meat for a moment. Focusing on his best friend and his nanny. You had promised yourself wouldn't leave. It had been just over two years since Danneel had passed away, and you'd kept your word.

For not knowing how to care for other people full time, you'd figured it out in a hurry. Ouchies were bandaged. Homework was helped. Food was prepared just in time for everyone to slink out of the rooms. You'd gone above and beyond. Taking up a housekeeper role, even. No one could have asked for a better person to fill what had been needed.

“He takes her out? He has kid duty.” Jensen warned; his own grin covered as he took a swig of his beer to compose himself. A recent habit he'd invested in when it came to anything involving you. Too many people found themselves asking questions. He didn't want to answer them.

“Fair enough,” She shrugged as she watched Jared toss you like you were a rag doll. “Overgrown children. The both of them.”

“Keeps life a little interesting,” He acknowledged easily. It really had. Helped keep it all lighthearted when things were anything but. It'd helped him survive the worst thing he'd ever experienced. “They're too busy pranking each other to turn their wiles on us, nowadays.” That brought up Gen's brow.

“She's given you wiles, huh?” Her own drink was brought to her lips to keep her face as neutral as could as she watched her friend turn the deadly chromatic gaze her way. Looking for a sign that would tell him to keep his mouth shut. He didn't find anything. Being in the acting business had its perks, and cons, when it came to their friendship.

“She's decided that I'm too serious, lately,” He grumbled. Finger quotes and all. Pulling on the years of playing Dean Winchester for a way to express his displeasure with adequate emphasis. He'd long ago accepted that the Winchester would pop his head up whenever he needed him to. Almost eighteen years on the job did that to a man. “She gets the kids in on the plots. Got Jared in on a few before they turned on each other.”

Jared had eagerly adopted a new victim in his favorite sport. Jensen had lost the urge to get down and dirty years ago. After an incident that may, or may not have, involved stink bombs in a trailer. He reserved his angst for Misha and other cast members. However, that didn't mean that he didn't enjoy watching his best friend meeting his match.

It was nearly as explosive as when him and Jared had been younger. The only thing that prevented a forced truce was the amount of space and time apart that you two experienced. It never had a chance to build up and become deadly. Or, that's what everyone was counting on, anyway.

“Did it work?” The Winchester's bitch face was turned her way. Two could play the acting game. She just read it better, “So, it did.”

“It's been two years. I don't need checked on, constantly,” He grumbled. Taking another swig as he flipped the burgers and hot dogs. She wasn't quite sure if he was talking about you or her nosing about.

“Jensen-”

“I'm fine, Gen...Really...I'm great.” She didn't look nearly convinced. Impatiently waiting for him to continue. He didn't disappoint. Unleashing the verbal diarrhea in a torrent after a moment of silence. He'd been stewing for too long. “She just...she's something else.” That seemed to catch her attention even more.

“Are you two fighting?” The question was carefully let out, ensuring that he knew she wasn't trying to push too hard. Simply expressing a bit of concern.

“No,” He scoffed. Despite that it's actually what he'd tried to enact more than once. You were just unshakeable. “She's just...she's always there, you know?” He sounded weak to his own ears, but that didn't stop the word vomit leaving his lips. “And she's always... on top of everything. God forbid I tell her what to do.” Every thing that had been itching at his nerves burst forth. “That's another thing! She isn't intimidated. At all. I told her to take a day off, or she's canned. What'd she do? She laughed. Laughed!” He was going to lose his mind over the saucy nanny. That much he was sure on.

“And you don't like that?” Gen's teasing tone made him mentally kick himself in the ass. His long suffering parent face came out at that. She missed the point. “Sounds like the perfect nanny if I'd ever heard of one.”

“She's not just a nanny,” He was aware that he sounded like a sulking child. It made his shoulders straighten even more. His voice deepening in frustration. “She joined the damn family. When she shouldn't've had to. Y/N was supposed to get back on her feet, and moved on.”

The lingering guilt came forward. You hadn't wanted to be trapped in role. Yet, there you were. All for his family's benefit. His benefit.

“Doesn't seem to bother her,” Genevieve noted, nodding her head subtly towards the scene in the pool.

You'd gathered reinforcements. Jensen's three helped you knock Jared under the water again while his own children simply cackled around the attack zone. All it took was a simple bribe from their chief to get them to join in on the battle. Suddenly, the pool erupted into full blown war fare.

Waves crashed over the edge. Floaties went flying through the air. But, everyone knew their limits. Tenderly, you all rode the thin line that would lead to death as you wrestled in the chlorinated pit.

“It should,” He grumbled. It had at one time. The memory of you insisting that you couldn't fill the void echoed in his brain. People didn't change that much. No, if you were okay with it? There was a reason. And there was only one he could piece together enough to make some kinda sense. “She's using us for a crutch. She should be out there. Looking to start her own family.”

He'd painted the image in his mind. Clear as day, it danced there. He could see you in a bar, taking a down night. Later, with your own family after you'd stumbled into some nice good looking chap who'd appreciate you. God knows that you'd earned it.

“Ever think that she doesn't want to?” The idea was dismissed before she even finished it. After all, what woman didn't want someone of their own? “She's a big girl, Jensen...She can decide when she's ready.”

“You don't always get to choose,” His answer was softer that time. Thinking of the turn his life had taken. “You don't always get time.”

His own lack of time still haunted him more than he'd acknowledge. Jensen had wanted forever. Instead, he'd gotten a sliver of it. Best damn sliver of his life, but still. It hadn't been enough. He wanted his wife back. Wanted the life they'd been denied.

“I know,” She would have offered him a hug if his expression hadn't turned back to the mulish expression that often resided in his character's face at the soft words. It was his way of coping. Emotions turned deadly. He wouldn't- couldn't give into it. Not in front of the kids, anyway. Alone in his room was a different story. “Have you tried actually talking to her?”

“She treats me like one of the kids,” He muttered with a soft scowl that made Gen bite back a laugh. “Actually, that's not true. I get lower. She gives the kids more attention when they take up a problem with her.” The sulking was back in full force as he nudged at the meat, once again. It was the one trait of yours that drove him crazy. That easy dismissal of his concerns.

“I can talk to her-”

“No,” His head jerked her way in dismay. He didn't want anyone fighting his battles. Didn't want you to feel that he was forcing you out. “No,” He cleared his throat; this time speaking more calmly. “I'll figure something out...providing Jared doesn't kill her.” His eyes locked onto your form as you tried to tackle the bigger man, and failed. Laughing as you were tossed around like a rag doll.

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“I still have water in my ears,” You grumbled back at the Ackle's fortress. Trying to dislodge the liquid by shaking your head. It was useless. You'd have to pull out the cotton balls and rubbing alcohol to try and draw it out. “Your friend is wicked.”

“You started it,” Jensen shot back, setting the dish he'd dried back into the cupboard.

They'd been discarded from that morning, before the small get together. Going to sleep with a dirty sink had turned into one of your pet peeves. So, there you were. At midnight. Cleaning dishes next to your employer and friend...of sorts.

“Fair point,” You relented, passing him the pan you'd just rinsed.

After nearly three years? You'd had no problem taunting the man who'd once intimidated you. The puppy-like beast could truly do damage if he wanted. Jared simply never had the desire to inflict permanent harm. Rather stuck to temporary discomfort.

And, you loved every bit of it. It made you feel welcomed. Placed on equal footing, despite the fact that you were the furthest thing from famous.

“I think it's time to replace this thing,” Jensen muttered as he shifted the thinning towel to a dry spot to work on the metal more.

“I can do this on my own, you know.” You pointed out without malice. After all, that's what you were paid to do. A job that you didn't particularly mind, either.

“Figured Jared kicked your ass enough, today.” The wry grin made your eyes roll before you turned away. Ignoring the way his chuckle made your stomach knot.

It wasn't a new feeling. Simply one that you couldn't focus on. He'd had that soul deep kinda connection that you longed for before. So rare that you doubted you'd ever find it. Not only was he still madly in love with Danneel. But, there was also the issue of him handing over a paycheck weekly. Even if you were willing to bend the rules a bit? He wouldn't. So, you turned back to what you could focus on. The dishes.

“I can take it from here,” You returned when you gathered your wits back to where they belonged. It took longer than you had liked. “Besides, you have a flight in the morning. You should get some sleep.”

“Sure thing, mom.” His dry tone was telling enough. You were being blown off. “You sure you can handle them on your own?”

His anxiety over the trip was both endearing and frustrating. On one hand, you understood it. The kids were his everything. He hadn't left their side for longer than a few hours since they'd lost their mother. On the other, it almost hurt that there wasn't enough trust built up to give him relief for a single weekend. To let you step in and care for his family as if they were your own. Hadn't you already proven your worth?

“I'll be fine,” You waved him off with a sudsy hand. Blowing him off as easily as he had your concern. He and Dee had raised some pretty fantastic kids before you'd stepped in. They'd stay that way over two days without their dad. You'd make sure of it. “You need some time to yourself, Jay.”

“When do you ever get that?” He pointed out, jumping on his opening. Your eyes rolled back so far that it was painful. Rehashing the now familiar argument.

“I'm starting to think that you're trying to get rid of me,” His horrified look your way was ignored as you pressed your point home. Making him understand exactly how it was coming across each time he pushed. “If you don't want me around-”

“Did I say that?” The answer was so Dean that you had to bite back the chuckle. He'd only get more worked up, again, if you did. So, you resisted the urge. The kids were out. Neither of you wanted to wake them. “I just think that you need a getaway- one that doesn't include my kids.”

“Are you kidding? What fun is it to go to the beach on your own?” You'd joined the family on their excursions. Everything from the family vacations to trips to conventions. You'd even stayed in Toronto when it came time to film Supernatural. Ensuring that Jensen hadn't needed to worry for a second about his children. Instead, he'd begun to direct it towards you. “I'm not missing much. Trust me. Been there. Done that.”

“Are you still hung up on-”

“I should have never told you that story,” You muttered before he could finish. He'd never forgotten. Or let you forget that you'd confided in him. It was the first thing that had made him give you a second look. “I have bad taste, Jensen. Notoriously bad taste.” He wasn't going to argue there. The guy in question was a douche. “I'm not bringing anything like that home with me, again. There's not enough sage in the world to get rid of that kind of energy. You really should thank me.” A sad smile lined Jensen's face. Danneel had been known to burn a bundle as needed. The tradition had lived on, even just for memories sake.

“Yeah,” He cleared his throat. Taking the hint, finally. “I shouldn't push.” The look on your face said that you agreed. Silence ensued as the nightly chore was wrapped up before you went your separate ways. The issue only held away for another day.

–

“We're good. Go have fun,” You winked over the snapchat. Jensen could see all the girls in the back. Odette had taken the place of Zeppelin for the night. The boys were all with Gen. The children's own request.

You pulled away from your face to record the dance party that was taking place to Little Mix's Salute. Makeup covered all their little faces haphazardly. Your own face carried the telling marks of a young child's heavy handedness. Boas and frilly pink pajamas filled the room. All had embraced their inner female, looking remarkably fierce as they yelled the lyrics.

You ended it with a little lip sync action and your own, half-assed salute. He found himself replaying it for the simple, wide smile on your face as you turned away in the end. You'd seemed happier than he'd expected. His fingers rubbed over the bridge of his nose. Maybe you and Gen had a point.

“Dude, you okay?” Jared's shoulder jostled his best friend lightly, making the shorter one jerk away from his phone. When he glanced back, his reflection stared back at him. A flower crown rested over his forehead. His back straightened as he locked the screen, and tucked the device back in his pocket.

“Fine,” He answered easily. His hand ran through his hair. A simple tell. “Y/N was just checking in.”

“It's hard to be away from them,” The understanding tone made Jensen's tension fall a bit. It was ridiculous to even try to hide it from Jared. “I get it, man.” The large hand clasped against his arm. “If you want to bail, I'll find a way to cover-”

“I can't do that to the fans,” He shook his head. They'd all been so patient. So damn sweet after he'd lost Danneel. They deserved more than him flaking out. Again. “No, she's got it.” A crooked side smile pulled up his face, “Besides, Gen would kill me if I left you alone. You're practically bursting at the seams.”

“Am not,” The little shit eating grin said otherwise. A look that called bull was the only response he got. “Okay, but number four being on the way is kind of a big deal.” Fatherly pride was contagious.

“Yeah, man, it is.” With a sigh, Jensen pulled himself together. Determined to fall back into old patterns as much as he still could.

Years ago, Danneel and him had said they were done. Hell, even on live TV. Yet, so had Jared and Gen. There was no predicting how life would go. What turns would come forward.

Jensen was happy for his friend. Hell, his brother. He'd be there for them and the kid. Just as they had for him and his brood. But, it didn't settle the pit in his gut.

His focus lingered on the what ifs that life had left him with. Where would they all be if that car accident hadn't happened? Would the man who'd hit her be behind bars for someone else? He even found himself wondering if he'd have a fourth baby if Danneel was still alive...

Part Three

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The Reluctants | Chapter 8 | The Reluctant Trip

Pairing: Adam (OLLA) x OFC (Charlie Bock)

Summary: Charlie can’t believe her luck when she lands an apartment all to herself in Quincy, Massachusetts in a decaying triple decker. But life gets more complicated when someone moves into the basement. Specifically her landlord, Adam, who also happens to be a vampire. As life collapses around Charlie, these two forge an uneasy and unlikely relationship. But is their relationship as doomed as the building they live in?

Chapter: Adam and Charlie continue to explore their relationship and a new couch needs to be procured.

Warnings: Violence, Smut, Frottage, Dry Humping, Teasing, Coming In Pants, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex. Couch Sex. Kidnapping. Stalking. Non-Graphic Violence, Character Death

Charlie helped Adam carry the broken couch to the sidewalk.

“You don’t need to do that? I am a vampire, I am unnaturally strong.” He lifted the heavier end with ease.

“No, I helped contribute to its demise. It seems only right.” Charlie heaved the other side to her chest. The height difference not making matter any easier. “Which door?”

Adam lifted his chin to the front door and Charlie lifted onto her toes to walk backwards.

“Why in the fuck are you walking like that?” Adam scrunched up his nose.

“If you walk backwards on your toes, you don’t fall down.”

“And you learned this, where?”

“None of your business.” Charlie glanced behind her. “Watch the door.”

“I can see it just fine. Answer the question.”

“Aren’t you pushy all of a sudden?”

Adam smirked. “A nasty habit I picked up from my girlfriend.”

Charlie dropped the couch, narrowly missing her toes. “What?! What did you say? What… What….” she sputtered. Charlie fanned her face. “But we… we weren’t…”

Adam moved towards her, sidestepping the bits of wood and debris. His hands engulfing her face. He kissed both her cheeks. “I said we didn’t need labels, but I lied. However, I fear there is not a word to describe us. The imperfect word ‘girlfriend’ will have to do.”

Charlie nodded. “No, girlfriend works. Much preferred to lover.”

“That was my second choice.” Adam smiled. The first smile in days. “Now pick up this couch you destroyed by parading your magnificent tits around in those fucking sweaters.”

Adam moved back to his side and Charlie lifted back on her toes. They dumped the couch on the curb and hurried back inside as Charlie’s thin shirt did little to protect her from a November night in Quincy.

“You still didn’t answer the question.” Adam stated as he shut the door and rubbed her arms to get the blood flowing again.

“Hmm.” Charlie leaned in his chest. “What question?”

“How do you know to stand on your toes?”

“Marching band.” she blurted out before walking into the living room. Adam grabbed her wrist.

“You play an instrument and you didn’t tell me?” He narrowed his eyes at Charlie.

“I was in the Color Guard. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket.” Charlie smiled and walked away.

“Right.” Adam followed her. He found Charlie staring at a pile of stuff where the couch once stood.

“Is that my favorite t-shirt?” Charlie pointed to a ball of jersey covered in dust and bits of paper.

“Yes.”

“How did it end up underneath the couch?” Adam stood still. “You shoved it under there, didn’t you?”

Adam’s lips pulled tight, and he nodded.

“You are going to need to get a new couch.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to take my couch?” Charlie offered, the two of them still staring at the mess.

“No.”

“Why not?” Charlie twisted to look at him. “Is there a problem with it?”

“Yes. It is ugly and uncomfortable.”

“Tell me how you really feel.”

Adam turned to face Charlie, his lips twitching. “It’s ugly and uncomfortable. Besides, There’s a couch in storage. We can rent a truck tomorrow to fetch it.”

“What is this ‘we’ business?”

Adam scooted over to wrap his arms around Charlie’s waist, pull her back against his chest. “You help break it, you help replace it, love.” His nose nudged Charlie’s curls and behind her ear. Charlie giggled.

“So what happens if we break the bed?” Charlie turned in his arms to face him.

Adam nipped Charlie’s bottom lip. “Then I fuck you against the wall.”

“Challenge accepted.” Charlie took off running towards the bedroom.

Charlie woke the next morning in a tangle of sheets. Adam’s side of the bed was cold and empty. She tugged on the black dressing gown and padded down the hallway to the other bedroom.

“How did you realize I was here?” Adam questioned when she pushed open the door to find Adam sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Process of elimination. There’s no couch remember?”

“Right.” His voice melancholy. Charlie sat down beside him and took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. She placed her other hand on top.

“You miss Eve? Feel guilty?” Adam glanced away. Charlie grabbed his chin. “It would seem the both of us brought some baggage to this relationship. I want to learn about her, Adam. She is a part of you. Will you tell me?”

Adam bit his lip and nodded. “Yes.” He tilted his body to lean against her. “But not now.”

“That’s fine. I can just sit here with you for a bit.”

“Thank you, Charlie.” He kissed her temple. She lifted his hand to her lips.

“You’re welcome.” And they sat in silence until Adam got up and so did Charlie, closing the door.

“I am working today.” Charlie rumpled her hair. “I am heading upstairs to get ready.”

“I can pick you up when shop closes and we can go pick up the couch?”

“You leave the house?” Charlie raised her eyebrows, mocking Adam.

He rewarded her with a classic Adam eye roll. “Yes, I do when the need arises.”

“I mean you realize you will need to put on actual clothes? It is generally frowned upon to go out in public in pajamas?” Charlie could barely contain her laughter.

“Go, before I change my mind.”

“You mean I could get out of moving furniture. Excellent.” Charlie doubled over in laughter. Adam swatted her ass.

“Keep it up.”

“Why, darling, I didn’t realize we had that kind of of relationship.” Adam glared. “I’m going! I get off at 6. Or sooner, if you follow me upstairs.” Charlie wiggled her eyebrows.

“Your sofa can’t handle me.”

“Fine.” She rose up on her toes and kissed him. “Try to get some sleep because I want to test out this new sofa tonight.”

“I am planning on it.” Adam wrapped his arms around her.

“Have I told you about the pigeons, Charlie?” Mr. Simmons asked as he handed her a stack of newly acquired records to price and sort.

“Not today, Mr. Simmons.” Charlie sighed. It was a quarter to six, and she glanced out the window in hopes Adam would appear early.

“Well, you recognize the government is spying on us?”

“Hmmm.” Charlie nodded, not looking up. If she acted disinterested enough, sometimes Mr. Simmons lost his train of thought.

“Never trust a zombie. Particularly a politician zombie.”

“Adam!” Charlie squealed, leaning over the glass display cases.

“Mr. Streiff.” Mr. Simmons straightened his glasses. “I wasn’t expecting you. I don’t have a delivery for you.”

Adam strolled to the two of them, not bothering to remove his glasses. “It’s all right, Simmons. I am here for your lovely clerk.” He smiled at Charlie.

“You know him?” Mr. Simmons hooked his thumb at Adam.

“Yeah, he is my…” Charlie could sense Adam glared through the sunglasses. “… landlord! And he offered to give me a ride to the storage unit to pick up some furniture.”

“That explains the truck.” Simmons commented. “No way to fit furniture in that Jaguar of yours.”

Charlie stared Adam down.

“I understand it is early, Simmons, but do you mind if I steal her away?”

“Of course! Anything for my best customer.”

“Thank you, Simmons.”

Charlie hopped from behind the counter to stand next to Adam. She resisted the urge to grab his hand.

“I promise to get those records cataloged tomorrow.”

Mr. Simmons waved her off. “Go. The work will wait.”

Adam held the door open for you and opening the door to the beat up truck he borrowed from god knows where.

“A Jaguar?”

“Not a word.” Adam turned on the truck and shifted into drive. He flicked the radio on, not realizing it was set to a Top 40s station.

Slow, slow hands Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance That I’m leaving here without you on me I, I know Yeah, I already know that there ain’t no stoppin’ Your plans and those

“Turn that shit off. That song is awful.” He spun the dial until he found a blues station.

“I don’t know. It’s seems catchy. But I always get stuck it in my head.”

“My point exactly.”

“Why are you wearing sunglasses, Corey Hart?”

Adam grunted. “My eyes.”

“Yes you have eyes.”

“They give my true nature away. Make people uncomfortable.”

Charlie squirmed. “I hadn’t notice.”

Adam leaned over to kiss the side of her head. “That is because you are extraordinary.”

Inside, Charlie bristled at the compliment. “And the gloves? I have never those before either.”

Adam looked away. “When you turn, it heightens certain senses. The gloves block out some of that.”

“Oh…” Her lips pursed. “Sorry. For any discomf—”

“Stop it!” Adam didn’t yell, but his words pointed. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” Charlie blinked.

“Apologize. For everything. For existing. Like your some kind of burden. You are not a burden, Charlie. You need not earn your place in my life.”

“I’m s—” Adam grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight, stopping her words. “My parents, my family, have made it abundantly clear since I was very young that I wasn’t wanted. And I have spent my lifetime doing everything in my power to earn my place at the table. I’m not used to compliments. I’m not used to being cared for.” Charlie sniffled.

“You weren’t fucking joking about the baggage, darling.” He squeezed her hand again.

“You can imagine my romantic life has been a disaster. Until… you.”

Adam smiled. “Fortunately for you, I have been pretty lucky in love. I’ve got you. I’m not letting go. I will be there every step.”

“Thank you.”

“And I will fucking kill your family.”

They both laughed, but Charlie wondered how serious Adam was. She didn’t have time to ask as they pulled up to Extra Space Storage.

“I still can’t understand why you own a storage unit. What is in the other apartments? Is it wall to wall instruments? Stacks of lesbian porn DVDs? Machinery ready to fall through the floor and crash upon my head, killing me?”

“Yes.” Adam grunted, parking the car.

“Can I organize it? I’m superb at alphabetizing. Ask Simmons.”

“Don’t you dare go into those apartments. Now come and help me.”

Charlie hustled to catch up with Adam’s long stride. They continued into the building and down a hallway. Adam fished out a key, stopping in front of a large metal rolling door.

“Stand back.” He extended his arm in front of Charlie. “I have no idea what is coming out of here.”

Charlie tucked herself behind Adam, gripping his leather jacket. He opened the lock and yanked the door up. A box of faded paperbacks tumbled out. Charlie spied the title of one. Cheerleaders in Chains.

“I assumed you were kidding about the lesbian porn.”

“I wasn’t. But that is another story entirely.”

“Can I alphabetize it?”

Adam dropped the stack of books in his hand. “What is your obsession with alphabetizing?”

“I like order. It gives me control of some part of my life.”

“Perhaps another time.” He stepped over a few more boxes. “We are here for this!”

Adam pulled back a holey sheet to reveal a dark green couch with a high back and ornately carved legs. Charlie took a running leap to flop on the couch. She stretched the full length.

“I don’t think there is enough room on here for you.”

“Then we will have share the space.”

Adam propped himself up on his hands, caging her against the cushions. He growled as he kissed Charlie, pressing her into the couch. Charlie pulled him deeper in an embrace, moaning against him. Adam raked his hands along the curves of Charlie’s body.

“It will be light soon. We should get going.” Charlie pushed Adam off her by the chest.

“How dare you be practical?” He pulled her up along with him. His fangs dragging along her neck.

“Someone has to be. Now get up and use those muscles to help me lift this.” Charlie smacked his thigh.

Adam rolled his eyes but got up and went to the opposite end where Charlie now stood. The couch was heavier than the last one. Charlie huffed and puffed all the way to the truck. Adam didn’t even break a sweat. Not that vampires sweat.

The drive back to the house was Adam talking about some of the music on the radio and Charlie nodding along.

“Can’t we leave it to tomorrow?” Charlie grumbled as Adam pulled up to the curb.

“No. Someone might steal it.”

Charlie pouted, slamming the door. “Fine.”

He smiled at her. “That’s the spirit.”

Adam jumped from standing into the truck bed.

“Impressive. Do you also have a killer jump shot?”

“Do you want to insult me or get this inside?”

She lowered the gate and helped him scoot it out. About ten minutes later, they lowered the massive piece of furniture on top of the mess Adam wouldn’t let her clean up.

“No one will see it.” Adam grumbled.

“But I will know it’s there.”

“Just forget about it.”

“I can’t.” Charlie twisted her fingers around, eye twitching.

“Let me take your mind off of it.” Adam dragged her to the bedroom.

“I hoped we were going to test out the couch.”

“Another time. I need more space.”

“For what?” Charlie’s brows knitted in worry.

“To show my appreciation.”

Adam pulled her shirt off over her head. With nimble fingers, he unhooked her bra. Her breasts fell softly. Adam planted sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Charlie shivered as his mouth traveled down to the tops of her breasts. His fangs nipping and marking the skin.

“Oh…” she sighed, arching her back.

Adam gripped her hips. He sucked hard on her nipple. The mix of pain and pleasure went straight to Charlie’s core. She moved to Adam’s jeans. He swatted her hand away.

“No.”

“But, I want to…” Charlie moved again to undo his pants.

Adam threw Charlie onto the bed. He pinned her hands above her head.

“Let me do this. Let it be about you. Can you do that for me?” Charlie nodded but struggled against his hold. “I’m not letting go.”

He pressed his hips into her, pinning her against the mattress. His lips trailed along her torso, leaving wet marks on the soft flesh of her stomach. Charlie wiggled in discomfort as Adam’s lips ghosted along her faded stretch marks.

“Please don’t…”

His nails dug into her wrists and he grunted, crushing his lips against Charlie’s, swallowing her excuses and apologies.

“What did I say about denigrating yourself?”

“You said don’t do it.” Charlie bit her lip, Adam’s stare making her uncomfortable. “But I was going to say—”

CRACK! Charlie yelped as Adam’s hand came down hard on the side of her thigh. Even through her jeans, it stung.

“Next time it shall be your behind. Can I continue?”

“Yes.”

Adam shifted his grip on her wrists, freeing one hand. He undid her pants with one hand after a struggle.

“I will let go of your wrists. You need to behave yourself, darling.”

“I will.”

“Good girl.”

He balanced on his knees and Charlie lifted her hips. Adam peeled her jeans and underwear off, dropping them to the ground. He kissed her ankle before moving along the inside of her leg. He bit along the inside of Charlie’s thigh.

“Please Adam.” she begged.

He ignored her pleas and repeated his ministrations on her other leg. Charlie squirmed and moaned when his nose nudged along her folds.

“Hmm.” Adam hummed. He licked Charlie’s folds, collecting her sweet arousal along his tongue. Adam commented to himself that he imagine never growing tired of the taste of Charlie. All of her tasted as Adam imagined nectar tasted.

Adam sucked Charlie’s bundle of nerves and she fisted his hair, pulling his head into her. His chuckle against her, sending more jolts of pleasure throughout Charlie’s body. He slipped a finger inside her. Her pussy clenching tight around him. With long and languid strokes, Adam continued to finger Charlie while using his mouth to bring her closer to orgasm.

“Adam! I’m…” Charlie’s words falling away when she came. She gushed upon Adam’s face who did not stop licking nor did he remove his finger, curling and curving inside Charlie.

He finally removed himself from her core. With a jerking motion, he tugged his pants down just enough to release his cock. The tip angry and weeping. He hissed, teasing her with the tip before pushing inside of her. Adam’s head fell back once he fully seated inside of her. With a roll of the hips, he thrusted in and out of Charlie.

Adam took his time, pulling her leg to his shoulder, caressing the skin, kissing the bone, biting at the thing skin. Charlie covered her face at the pleasure. It was too much, and she came again, sobbing.

“I’m close, sweetheart. Do you have one more in you?” Adam pleaded, putting her leg down. His torso against hers. His breath even while Charlie panted. She managed a weak nod from underneath her hands.

“Show me your face.” Adam peeled away her fingers, his lips soft against her wet cheeks. “I want to see you in all your glory when I come inside you. When gush upon my cock.” His words purred against Charlie’s ear.

She whimpered as Adam thrusted into her. His pubic bone grazing along her already sensitive pearl. She fluttered around him.

“That’s it, darling. Come on me. I’m close.” Adam’s body tightened, and he grunted softly, spilling inside of her.

He fell to the side of Charlie and pulled her tight, enveloping her with his legs and arms. His chest hair tickled along her nose, but she didn’t move. Charlie inhaled the scent of sandalwood and sex and exhaled in relief.

“I’m not letting go, my love.” Adam whispered, smoothing out her curls, only to have them bounce back against his chin.

Charlie’s breath was long and even. A soft metronome against Adam’s chest. His own eyes heavy as the sun threatened its ascent. A slight twinge of guilt plucked at his heart. He attempted to shove it aside but burbled up, destroying his peace and contentment for a while. He resolved him to not wallow in it any longer.

“I’m falling in love with her, baby.” He called out to Eve.

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