#I drew this on my phone while waiting to go to the bathroom sooo

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:D For the people who know of the fanfic series The Devils (Kicking Up the Dust + Blood Under The Snow, both by Amras on AO3) I offer you my playlist based off of it!

Some of it are songs directly picked from what Amras listened to while writing the story, some are my own picks. Most of it are sad gloomy songs perfect for the snowy village setting of Blood Under the Snow. There are some more fast paced and lyrics-heavy songs amongst it

[tragedytells-tales]

I'm yours

Notes - Teen!MC, GN!MC, Fluff, teens being teens, inspired by I'm yours by Jason Marz, Teen!MC is from The Case of the Secret Admirer by @beels-burger-babe , Feat. Teen!MC, Gidorah, Asmodeus, Barbatos, Solomon, Luke, Candy, Luka

Summary - The other teen figures out the little things.

Warnings - probably ooc Barbatos.

TW - none!

/ P - 4 / finished masterlist [ A playlist for two ]

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror / And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer / But my breath fogged up the glass / And so I drew a new face and I laughed / I guess what I be saying is there ain't no better reason / To rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons / It's what we aim to do / Our name is our virtue / But I won't hesitate no more, no more / It cannot wait-

Asmo sat cross legged on his bed. He started touching up on his nails while MC layed in bed with their arm over their eyes. He turned to MC and chuckled, "Sooo?"

MC let out a long heart felt sigh. "They're as dense as a rock. It's impossible to tell how they feel towards me." They said, fiddling with the scale around their neck.

Asmo raised an eyebrow at MC and smiled out of amusement. "You don't know how they feel towards you?"

"Okay, listen man. I know that they care about me, they're one of my bestfriends. BUT, I don't know wether or not they like me like that!" MC exclaimed. They crossed their arms and pouted at the ceiling. Asmo giggled at MCs hissy fit, it's not that he didn't feel bad, he just found it amusing he swears.

MC side glared asmo before pointing at him accusingly, "You. Can't you do that voo-doo magic that you did with me?"

Asmo giggled and shook his head, "Now MC, I can't just always use my powers! Besides, you seem to have this all under control!" MC side eye'd him incredulously. "I literally don't sir?? what are you on about?"

Asmo hummed, "you seem to be doing pretty well to me." He said while checking his nails one last time. He leaned over to where MC was and pinched their cheeks. "But, if you really need my help, you know I'm more than happy to provide it for my favorite little sibling!"

MC groaned sarcastically while giggling. "Asmoooooo" They whined while scrunching their nose. However, before they could retaliate their phone began slowly buzzing. They raised their eyebrow at Asmo who shook his head in response. He leaned back to sit in a cross legged position as MC darted for their D.D.D.

"Heh, Luka got stuck to the ceiling and Gidorah has to get him down."

Barbatos looked up from where he was preping the snacks with something akin to shock or amusement. "How did that happen?" MC just shrugged and typed something out. Their phone dinged again and MC blinked in shock. They took a deep breath in and showed barbatos their phone.

[ Candy: LMAO THE NERD READ A SINGLE LETTER IN A SPELL WRONG ASKJSADKJKW ] Read 2 : 6:27

Barbatos just smiled and shook his head. Asmo peaked around MCs arm to read the message. "The things that you guys get up too are astounding." Asmo said with a poorly hidden giggle. "Who's you guys?" MC questioned "because I'm not the one getting stuck on ceilings."

Solomon cackled from the bathroom, "true my little apprentice, but you have gotten someone stuck on the ceiling before." He strode out of the bathroom, face masks in hand, and scattered them across the bed much to barbatos' displeasure.

MC waved off his remark and placed the D.D.D back down. They took back their spot on the bed and stole the remote from Solomon, who pouted about it. "Hey MC?" Solomon asks.

"What's up?"

He inspected MCs hand, "What's going on with the doodles?"

"Huh?" MC furrowed their brow, they glanced at their hand and wrists which were covered in little hearts, stars, notes, and reminders. "Oh this, yeah Gidorah has a tendency to doodle on me." They said, chuckling affectionately.

Solomon smirked, he remarked about MCs smile and called them whipped. MC, in return, reminded him of his non-existent streak of saying no to Asmo, which immediately shut him.

"Exactly, we're both screwed old man, you can't even pretend otherwise." They said.

Solomon took that as his cue to launch a pillow at MC, which they expertly dodged in order to launch one back.

Asmo chuckled at the two as they play wrestled on his bed. Barbatos stood beside him with a satisfied smile.

Barbatos side glanced Asmo with a knowing look. Asmo simply rolled his eyes and pouted, "I know better than to try anything."

"Besides," he hummed, eyeing the now fading doodles on MCs hand, "I don't think I have to!"

MC chuckled. The more they looked at their shared locker the more they realized just how much attention Gidorah pays to it.

All of their books and supplies was organized just right, and any loose homework was tucked away into their respective books. Fairy lights that looked like fire flies hung near their supplies.

Some of Gidorahs books could be seen in a further nook of the locker, their own homework lying in a pile under the books. Their pens and supplies were hung up near MCs.

MCs attention was taken by a familiar water bottle coming into their vision. Gidorah smiled at MC as they took it and waited for them to finish in the locker before the bell rang.

MC tossed the bottle in their hand and glanced at Gidorah while grabbing their notebook.

"How are you always paying attention?"

"Hm?" Gidorah hummed, tilting their head in question. "Paying attention to what?"

"Just in general. You somehow always know when or if I need something." MC said while gesturing to their water bottle.

Gidorah shrugged, "It's a habit I guess. But for you it's special."

MC blinked back their shock. "How's that?" They asked while moving towards the classroom. Gidorah eye'd MC, a familiar warmth settled in their chest as they smiled warmly. "I don't know. I guess it just is."

MC was use to the sound of scribbling by now. They weren't, however, used to forests and constellations randomly appearing on their wrists. They giggled at Gidorah who was distractedly doodling on MC.

Gidorahs hand eventually wandered back to taking notes and MC checked out their wrists and raised an amused brow at Gidorah. Gidorah tilted their head at MC. They smiled awkwardly, questioning MC, until they looked down at their wrists.

"Ah, sorry, no touch day?"

"Nah." MC said, placing their arm back on the table. "I was just wondering how long it would take for you to notice."

"Oh, sorry!" Gidorah said sincerely. They chewed on their lip in thought and realization, they didn't know when this habit formed.

"It doesn't bother me, it's adorable actually!" MC said leaning their head in their palms and smiling.

Gidorah felt themself fluster when their gaze locked onto MCs smiling face. MC eventually turned away to get back to class, completely missing the way Gidorahs smile seemed to mimic their own.

"Damnit-" MC grumbled as that frantically checked their bag.

Candy snorted. "Our lord and savior would be dissapointed."

"Candy." Luka grumbled.

"Not sorry!"

MC rolled their eyes at the two and continued digging through their bag. They laid down their bag with a huff. Luka raised his eyebrow in question. MC frowned, "I forgot my Grimm at home, so no lunch."

"Can't you just text the lords?" Candy asked. MC shrugged, "left my D.D.D in our locker."

Luka looked up from his lunch and smirked, "Our locker?"

MC paused their rummaging too playfully glare at Luka. They decidedly ignored the blood rushing to their face and instead kicked Luka under the table, "yes, we share custody of the locker of course!"

Candy laughed, watching the two toss quips at eachother. She twirled her hair on her finger in thought. "I still think you should just tell Gidorah y'know. Nearly half the division knows already." She said with her head in her palm.

"Absolutely not. I'm not-"

"Tell me what?"

MC was startled by the shadow standing over them, so much so that Gidorah had to snatch the lunch bag from out of the way of their head.

"Well-" Candy started before getting pinched by Luka who in turn got scolded by Gidorah. MC chuckled at the threes antics while scooting over to the side. Gidorah eventually sat next to MC and pushed the lunch closer to them. "Here." They mumbled before turning back to scold Luka.

MC raised a brow at Candy, who shrugged, before opening it. They picked out their favorite drink and their D.D.D from the lunch box. They thanked Gidorah who nodded as a silent "You're welcome".

Candy leaned closer to MC. She smiled at MC while shooting her eyes too Gidorah and back. MC simply waved her off in favor of returning to their lunch.

"They're here!" Luke called while darting off to the door. Barbatos and MC trailed slightly behind. Candy bounced on her balls of her feet the moment she heard tiny footsteps approaching. "They're coming!"

Luka tapped his foot while waiting. "I'd hope so, it is their home."

Despite Luke being the first to make it to the door, MC was the one to answer with Barbatos at their side. They smiled again the two while greeting them, Luke even shaking Lukas hand, and Barbatos let the two inside.

MC felt their smile drop a little after realizing someone was missing. Luka, concerned by the sudden silence, tapped MCs shoulder. They raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Is something wrong?" Luka asked. MC simply shook their head and waved a dismissive hand.

"Nah," they started "Just wondering where Gidorah is."

Luke paused his ranting and turned to face MCs, "Yeah, where is Gidorah?"

Barbatos chuckled from his place beside the door. "Right here, MC." He opened the door to reveal Gidorah with their fist raised and a filled grocery bag in the other. "Ah, hi! Sorry for running late!"

"You're good!" Candy called from the kitchen.

MC eyed the grocery bag in Gidorahs hand. Gidorah greeted Barbatos and Luke while following them to the kitchen. "Hey Gidorah?" MC questioned. Gidorah hummed in reply and tilted their. MC pointed at the bag with a raised brow and rummage through it, slightly recognizing the ingredients.

"It's for the recipe you mentioned!" Gidorah said. They chuckled affectionately at MCs suprise. MC took the bag from Gidorah and stopped just outside of the kitchen. "Gidorah, that was weeks ago. You remembered that?"

"Yeah, I remember alot of things about you. I told you, you're special."

MC chuckled, they shook their head and smiled. Luke eventually peaked around the corner to call the two into the kitchen before walking away. MC was the first to follow behind him while Gidorah stayed by the door to supervise the four as they baked.

Barbatos too stood behind with Gidorah, also supervising, and watched over the fours antics. Gidorah was aware of the soft look they were giving MC and their smile somehow got brighter when MC flashed them a smile in return while calling them over.

Barbatos watched over the fives play date equally. But if he noticed Gidorah and MC fluster eachother while at it, then he didn't mention it.

'Hey candy?'

'What's up?'

MC yawned and waved Gidorah goodnight while popping onto a nearby blanket pile. Candy and Luke were also knocked out somewhere nearby with Luke curled up on a bean bag. MC nudged a blanket in Lukes direction and he took it groggly.

Gidorah place a blanket on MC and giggled at their mumbled thanks. They eventually took to sitting in a seat nearby the group and chomping on a cookie they had made earlier.

Gidorah relaxed to the sound of soft snores and stayed awake to watch over them, even politely declining a blanket from barbatos. Although, he forced her to keep it.

'What does it mean to have a crush on someone?'

'You don't know?'

Gidorah eventually moved, carefully stepping over Candy and Luka, and sat by MC. They gently latched onto their hand and smiled softly when they felt MC latch onto theirs.

'Ah, of course not. My bad.' Candy said.

'No worries!'

'Well-'

Gidorahs smile slowly melted into something more affectionate. They relaxed back into their seat and hummed.

'-it's basically the human, or demon, equivalent of your Elosha!'

They peeked their eyes at MC and felt their heart swell with fondness. They admired the peace that MC felt, how they felt safe enough to fall asleep in their presence.

'Oh, I see.'

'What's an Elosha?' Luka asked

'A person that we're really fond of! I think you guys call that-'

Gidorah stilled, not enough to alarm MC, but enough to which Barbatos was alert to the sudden thoughtful expression that crossed Gidorahs face.

'-Romantically liking someone.'

They side glanced MCs sleeping form and furrowed their brow. They felt a familiar heat flood their face when they thought back to MCs flour covered smile, their heart skip a beat when they remembered the sound of MCs hearty laugh.

And it all clicked at once when they felt the familiar urge to protect, love, and make this moment last forever when MC unconsciously pulled Gidorahs hand towards them.

"I have a crush on MC."

I'm yours

( Operation: puppylove! )

[ Barbatos: * Image depicts Luke, Luka, Candy, MC, and Gidorah asleep infront of a in-room fire place with quite background noise playing somewhere nearby. Candy and Luka are asleep in a pillow pile a few inches away from Luke with the two sleeping opposite of eachother. Luke is asleep in a bean bag twice his size and covered in a fluffy warm blanket with a plate of cookies next to him.

Gidorah and MC are asleep a few feet away from Candy and Luka. They're passed out in a blanket pile, Gidorah sitting up proped against a nearby couch and MC on their side. Gidorahs legs and MC are covered in the same blanket and atop it are Gidorah and MCs connected hands in a pinky promise position. * ] Read 3 : 10:11

[ Solomon: Well, it seems I owe Asmo. And I'm sending that to Simeon. ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Barbatos: Already did. And it seems you don't owe Asmo just yet. ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Solomon: Oh? ] Read 3 : 10:12

[ Barbatos: It appears Gidorah has become aware of their feelings. ] Read 3 : 10:13

[ Solomon: well, it's a step in the right direction at least! ] Read 3 : 10:13

[ Barbatos: Indeed. ] Read 3 : 10:14

[ Asmodeus: * sticker sent * ] Read 3 : 10:29

[ Solomon: what's wrong? ] Read 3 : 10:30

[ Asmodeus: Nothing, they're just so cute! ] Read 3 : 10:31

[ Barbatos: Indeed. How are the preparations coming along? ] Read 2 : 10:31

[ Asmodeus: nearly done! Just a bit more and it should be finished right on time! ] Read 2 : 10:33

[ Barbatos: Good to hear. ] Read 2 : 10:33

AN: It's nearly over, It's nearly the end, and this has been my favorite!

Divider credit: X

[yunhostinyuyu]

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pairing: bad boy!san x fem reader

genre: college au, suggestive, almost smut

wc: 3.1k

synopsis: Y/N swore herself to never get involved with people like Choi San: the typical fuckboy. She hated him (or she at least made herself believe she did) but thats the exact reason that drew him towards her...

warnings: teasing, making out, mentions of sex, alcohol and drugs

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„look at who we have here? Y/N doing her dirty laundry, never thought I’d witness that.“

you were hunched on your floor with baskets of freshly washed clothes all around the floor. Whipping your head to the door of your dorm‘s bathroom, and you immediately regret it. The cheeky comment came from no other than Choi San - Resident fuck boy and unfortunately, your roommates best friend. He is the type of guy your parents would warn you from. The type to play with a girl until he’s satisfied and dips right after.

The type of you you would never want to get involved with in any sort of way.

But, since he hangs around your dorm frequently and you share a few classes and lectures, that was not easy. Crashing on the couch you bought with your roommate bought together when you moved in, more often than you’d like. Throwing certain looks at you when you entered the lecture halls or passed by him when he was chatting and smoking with his friends off campus. Never letting you breathe for a single moment, he enjoyed teasing you. Needless to say you hated his guts for many things, and he just added more reasons to your imaginary list with every passing day you saw him around campus.

Meanwhile, you’re lifestyle was the complete opposite of his, being the well mannered and friendly classmate, the typical nice girl everyone thought you were - and what your parents wanted you to be. Of course, you were not always like that, especially around your friends. With them you could act the way you truly are, and that was anything but the front you put on most of the time. But San made you drop any sort of friendliness to curse at him every chance you got. And right now was no different:

“Fuck off Choi. Wooyoung isn’t here, so leave.” you spat while not paying anymore attention to him, instead going back to the task at hand.

Taking a few steps towards you, inspecting the room as if he had seen it for the first time, and paying close attention of you putting clothes out of the washing machine. His eyes paying close attention to your hands that move in fluid motions.

“I know, but he’ll be here any second.” Trailing off, and you decided to not even answer him - he isn’t worth your time or nerves right now, after all he just wanted to get under your skin and rile you up. And the less you talk, the better.

He hums to himself, as he bends down to pick up one black, lacy pair of undergarments, inspecting them closely. His thumbs grazing over the neat material, fingertips holding them up in the air. You don’t realize he took something from the basket to your left until he comments on them.

“Are these new? Must be, huh... your little ass would look sooo cute in them. Are you gonna wear them for me one day, Y/N?” his low voice echoed through the tiled room, and you are fast to react: snatching the pair of panties back, out of his grip and throwing it back into the basket. Scoffing, showing your stride at him without any hesitation. “In your dreams. Now, leave me alone. I’m not gonna repeat myself, Choi.” Your features twist as you grow more and more annoyed with him.

“Oh don’t worry,” he backed up a few steps, but the cocky grin stayed on his lips, “with that attitude I’ll most certainly dream of it.”

You heard the door twist, which could only mean that Wooyoung was finally here to save you from any further suggestive comments. Considering you couldn’t stand anything more that was about to leave his mouth.

Admittedly, San has his reputation for a reason: him being one of the most handsome guys you have ever laid your eyes on. And if he wasn’t such an asshole, there would be a possibility you’d be interested in him. And yes, if the stigma that your parents had embroidered into your brain, that ‘sex is bad’ and to stay ‘pure’ until you’re married. If you could push that out of your mind for good, you would be maybe like San. Maybe, you’d even be with him... but god forbid he would ever find out you thought of him like that, especially when you had one of your moments, late at night. If he would know about your honest thoughts, he would use it to his advantage. He wouldn’t give in until he got his way with you - in his very own way.

“San-ah! Come on, we gotta go!” your roommate screams and prompts the visitor to get going quick.

“Too bad, guess I’ll see you around, Y/N. Maybe one day my dreams will become reality nonetheless.” He turns on his heels and dashes towards his friend. The repeating sound of the lock falling into place made you sigh out loudly, pressing your forehead against the cold material of the washing machine you’re still sitting in front of.

Incidents like these are not new and you have already gotten used to San having zero shame when it came to anything even remotely personal or sexual. He knew how he comes across, which only scores him more and more girls to take home and to make his body count grow rapidly. But until now, it hasn’t worked with you, and he’s trying time and time again to wrap you around his finger. Without success.

And you planned to keep it this way.

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“I hate you for dragging me here.” you groaned after you kept chewing on the rim of your red cup. The girl on your right ignored your comment and kept scanning the crowd.

It was unbelievable, but yes: you were stuck on a frat party... again. Your cousin Mijung needed to meet a guy she was planning on hooking up with, and you lost a bet, so you had to go with her. In secret, she was still scared to go by herself and you wanted to help her - regardless of that you hated parties like this. Obviously, you hoped that she wouldn’t leave your side too soon, but at the same time it only meant you could get home earlier, which was a win in your books.

„Sure you do. But I don’t care right now, because you owe it to me. You could let loose for once and also get some good di-“

„No, I’m not, and you know I can’t!“ you cut Mijung off and she lifts her hands up in defeat.

She just scoffs while scanning the place for faces she might recognize. “Yes, yes I know. God forbid your parents ever find out your at a party like this, or even have sex. But they have nothing to worry about.” Thinking to yourself that they really do not need to worry, but deep inside you wanted to do all these things that you got restricted from. Forcefully restricted yourself from, and the longer you thought about it, you wanted to go against it. Date and sleep with guys as you please, live a little. But still, something unknown was holding you back from it.

“You know it’s not just that but also-“ you started explaining yourself for the nth time in your life, but now she cut you off and hopped off her barstool. The man she was waiting for finally appeared and she left with him after they exchanged a quick peck as a greeting. Being uncomfortable with the scene, you fumbled with your phone in order not to look awkward or out of place - but that’s exactly what you were. And on top of that, you were alone.

You held your phone tightly in your grip, watching over the intense crowd, people on people and the sight made you nauseous, especially when you locked eyes with someone that was kissing or grinding on each other. You wanted to be able to do those sorts of things, but at the same time it scared you, almost disgusted you. But the sting of alcohol in your cup that you barely drank made everything worse. The situation altogether was just too much for you.

“Now look at that, am I high or is the notorious Y/N at our place?”

You cursed to yourself when you recognized his voice.

“Fuck off, Choi.” was the first and only thing that you could think of while still scrolling mindlessly through your apps to appear busy.

He slides into the seat Mijung left empty just a few minutes ago. “Now, you know that doesn’t affect me. I just wanna talk a bit. I’m not feeling getting hammered tonight if I’m being honest.” He started a conversation and you forced yourself to look at him. He looked too good to be true with his messy hair and black shirt and jeans. But you ignored his visuals in order to give him a strict look.

“And what do you wanna talk about? We never talk. And I’m not gonna be here for much longer anyways.” You explained and San rose and eyebrow at your comment. “Oh? So we’re do you plan on going?”

You didn’t know, since Mijung was left so early, you haven’t given it any thought other than going back home, even if it was too early to leave, but yet dark outside.

“Home. To my dorm. I hate places like this.” You looked away, and he noticed your discomfort. The atmosphere was really awkward between the two of you. As a result you turned slightly away from him.

He sighs, “You know, we can go somewhere quiet.” You adamantly shake your head at his suggestion, “no, I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re aware of your reputation and so am I. I’m not doing that.” you spat disheartinly, assuming it was another one of his attempts to get into your pants. But surprisingly, it wasn’t.

“No, you listen now,” he took hold of your arm and twisted you back to face him. “You’re uncomfortable here, I can see that. I’m taking you to my room. And not to get with you, but because I promised Wooyoung to take him home when he’s completely wasted tonight. I can take you home then alongside him.” he says and his brows furred a little.

Wooyoung was someone you trusted, so if he trusted San to take him home when he’s completely shitfaced, then maybe you could also trust him? All alarms went off in your head telling you he was anything but trustworthy. But as you looked into his eyes, there was something genuine about his offer. But after a few moments of thinking, you gave him the benefit of the doubt: you complied and nodded, “okay, but just because Woo trusts you.” But that was enough for him.

He got up and urged you to come after him, walking up the stairs until the loud noises from the other people steadily died down. After the two of you entered his room, your nervousness und sense of awkwardness disappeared again. Even if it was San, you were used to him, to his presence. And it was better then to be lost and alone downstairs.

“Make yourself feel at home.” He introduces you when he plops down at his bed, while you took a closer look around his personal space. There were plenty of books on his shelf, a flag hung up on the wall, and the desk was messy in books and other stuff he used frequently. To be honest, you imagined his room to be more messy, but it was just a kind of creative chaos.

The silence in his room was thick. He watched your movements closely for a while, but you tried to give him not much attention, even if you felt his stares linger on you. Minutes passed until he started to speak up again:

“Do you mind if I ask you something? I’m kinda curious, y’know.”

You turned around and look into his eyes, that are loosely hidden behind his dark strains of hair over his forehead. Arms pushed behind him on the bed to support his upper body, leaning back. You walk back a little until you sit down in a giant bean bag that was in the center of the small room. While you adjust yourself you look over to him once again, signaling him to continue talking. He sits up a little, leaning forward, elbows resting on his thighs.

“You know, any other girl would beg me to fuck them if they were in your spot. Why are you so determined to do anything but that?”

Taken aback, you knew San was bold, but you didn’t expect him to go there, especially not at this time, when he offered a hide out for you so considerably. Shrugging your shoulders you dip your chip to your chest and try to figure out a way to answer his question.

“I’m, uhm, I’m... it’s just not my thing.” You stutter out, and you are pretty sure you have an aura of uncertainty surrounding you. Of course, San picks up on it:

“Wait, not your thing? What kinda guy did you sleep with that make you think that way about sex? Or girl?” His facial expressions clearly confused, not yet understanding your reasoning.

You stayed silent. Because you couldn’t muster to say the truth: you haven’t. Yes, you were a still a virgin, in college. Nobody knew other than Mijung, not even any of your closest friends. And the fact that San was this close to discovering your secret, or probably already did, made you anxious.

“Mmh, I get it now. You never got laid. Not even once in your life. Am I Right?” He assumed and hit the nail right on the head. You wanted to cuss him out, hit and slap him, but that would only prove him right. The blush that crept on your face was answer enough for him. He stood up from his place on the bed to sit back down next to you on the floor. You couldn’t look at him, because of the pure humiliation he’s putting you through, trying to get swallowed by the fuzzy material of your seat.

“So that’s the reason you’re acting like this most of the time: you have never gotten any action together than with yourself. How am I only just now figuring this out?” He chuckles, having you in a spot were you couldn’t get out as easy as you’d like. Still not opting to speak, gnawing at the inside of your cheek instead, but you don’t need to anyway, because he continues to piece the evidence together.

“Wooyoung once mentioned you had strict parents, you know. Judging by how you act around your friends, I didn’t think you’d care about what they thought, no? You’re well past the age of being ‘daddy’s good girl’. And also by the way you throw shallow insults at me every time we are in the same room, I can tell you that you’re anything but the nice girl your parents want you to be. That’s not the real you. But Y/N, you know it’s your life? You can do whatever you want? If you want to take drugs, take them. If you want to smoke, smoke. If you want to get dicked down, then for fucks sake get some! You’re old enough to make your own decisions.”

Stunned by his rant, you scanned his face for any signs of emotions, but it was really hard to tell what was going on in his head. He sighs and dips his chin to the side, before finding your eyes again, taking your hand into his rough ones. The physical touch had a certain effect on you, and you wanted to be closer to him. Your future self your probably slap yourself in the face for this, but right now you got lost in his dark eyes and deep stare. Feeling vulnerable under the intensity of his gaze, not knowing what to do or say. Taking a quick breath, you uttered under your breath “where is this going, San?” Against all expectations, he smiles.

“Anything that happens here, between you and I, nobody else is gonna know about it. Not a single soul.” His hand slowly start to wander up your arm, touching the skin of your neck and threads his fingers through the strains of hair that rest on your shoulder. You don’t feel anything other than the alarms in the back of your mind slowly subside and be replaced by other thoughts.

“Just tell me no and I’ll stop.” His voice comes out raspy and seductive, and it sends waves of arousal down your core, even if the only physical contact you two had was from his wandering hands. The thought excited you, and he had a point: you could do whatever you wanted, and up until now, the consequences would keep you from giving into him. But there are no worries of the sort holding you back anymore, and if it was only for tonight, so be it. He was to strong, his effect was too strong.

His eyes never leave yours, until you give him an answer.

“Yes, okay. Yes I want it. I want you to show me what I’m missing out on.” You brace yourself for whats coming next, but nothing could prepare you for what he had in mind. He grabs your hips to lift you up, and in shock your arms fly to grab his shoulders. He settles you down in his lap, hands immediately find your ass and grips the flesh through your jeans. You both lean forward, hot breath mixing and hitting your faces. That was until San looses his patience just a few seconds later and presses his lips onto yours. And it wasn’t like anything you have ever felt before.

The two of you move in sync for what feels like ages, his tongue entering your mouth and taking the lead as he continues to grip your waist and butt to draw a few whimpers out of you. Your fingers found their place in his nape and gripped his hair as you busied your mouth with his. He breaks the kiss and moves down towards your neck and starts to suck on your skin, making marks blossom in shades of red and purple.

“If you want this to be a secret, you should make sure to cover up your marks later, because I’m not letting you go without adding my mark to your beautiful, beautiful body.”

Eyes blown out in lust, and you died in anticipation. He sucked more and more hickeys until he was satisfied with the finished product. He lifted his head up again and you wanted to kiss him again.

But then, you heard something hit the door from the outside, followed by a thud and a load groan. “San-ah! Let me in, I need to -“

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[atinydise]

Ateez slapping their s/o’s butt or whistling at them

❦ Genre: Fluff/Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

“Don’t do it... don’t do it...” repeated Hongjoong once again. You stared at him, “don’t do what weirdo?” “Nothing, just thinking out loud.” You gave him a look saying, “okay whatever” and then continued to tidy your wardrobe. Hongjoong was totally immersed by your butt in this sporty shirt you were wearing. It was not the first time you showed skin like this, in fact he wasn’t even shook because you’ve been intimate before. But he ignored why this short has this effect on him. “Where this short is coming from?” He shyly asked. “Hum... I don’t know I found in my old stuff why? Isn’t it cute?” You faced the mirror, looking at your reflection. “It’s cute. I just never saw it before.” “Stop staring at me like you are liking an ice cream and go back to your work.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yes, you right...” he sighed. Hongjoong couldn’t help it. Just before leaving the room and almost ran toward you and slapped loudly but nicely your butt. You puffed at this action, “Kim Hongjoong! Since when are you slapping your girlfriend’s ass like that?” “Since this short looks too good on you!” He shouted before closing the door. He sighed of relief, “aaah it feels good.”

SEONGHWA

You went to a Festival with the group. It was a special event in South Korea and you really wanted to go there, at least once. For the occasion, you wore a nice dress a little bit shorter from what you usually wear but it was okay. "When Seonghwa is joining us?" Asked Wooyoung. "He's probably on his way here. He needed to finish his individual schedule first." You looked at the time on your phone. "I really want to win this big plushie!" Interrupted San, pointing at a big fox. "Don't you think you have enough plushies San?" You giggled. He stared at you coldly. "You and Seonghwa might get along really well..." "Come on, this big plushie won't even fit in your room." "And what about the living-room?" he suggested. "Bring this there and I throw your stuff out of the dorm." Claimed Hongjoong, walking next to you. You were about to laugh at San's face, but you heard someone whistling behind you. You instantly wanted to punch who did this, but when you saw your boyfriend with a wide smile on his face, you couldn't help but to melt a little bit more for him. "I was about to punch you!" you kissed his cheek. "Yes, I was scared to come back home with a black eye." He replied. "You are gorgeous." He complimented you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “But don’t do it again,” you said seriously. “It’s not polite to do this to a lady.” “Yes Ma’am.”

YUNHO

Even if you told him that he would be bored because you would be cleaning your entire apartment, Yunho insisted on spending some time with you. He came in the morning around 10AM, you were already cleaning the kitchen. All the dishes were spread out everywhere, waiting to be washed as well. "Hi babe," you greeted him. "You look in a good mood for someone who usually doesn't like to clean." He giggled. "I know but this playlist is sooo good!" You claimed, doing some terrible body rolls. Yunho sat on the couch. "Since when are you cleaning?" "7AM." You continued to dance, cleaning the counter at the same time. "3 hours and you just cleaned the bathroom?" "Blame this playlist," you replied. Secretly, your boyfriend was enjoying the view in front of him. He loved to see you so happy and dancing this way. Even your failed twerks made you cute. "Everybody thinks you shy but I know you are a freak little baby!" you sang out loud. Yunho stood up and sneaked behind you, making sure you couldn't see him. When you bent down on the counter, he slapped your butt. The sound resonated in the whole room. You were a little bit shocked because he never did this to you, but you admitted that you liked it. A lot. "What was that for?" you smirked, booping his nose. "I don't know... I just wanted to." He replied, grabbing a bottle of water next to you, before going back to the couch like nothing happened.

YEOSANG

You slap Yeosang's ass all the time. Just like that because you find it funny and because you know he hates it. Most of the time he would ask you to stop and sometimes even end being mad because of this, but it's just a matter of time. And he couldn't resist against your puppy eyes. But you couldn't help it, it's like you needed to touch his cute butt at least 1 time per day. But after 1 year, he found how he couldn't avoid this daily slap. He just needed to run away every time he feels you coming. Or when he can see you anymore, he would find the perfect moment before you could reach him. Like today, you were enjoying a night walk with your boyfriend and just when he was walking a little bit in front of you, you tried to slap him, but he stopped you once again. "How you do that?" you asked. "I just know you." He replied proudly. "I won't give up." "Don't waste your energy on that anymore." He patted your head. You pouted and continued to walk. Inside of your head, you were thinking about a strategy to get him by surprise, but you completely snapped out of your mind when you felt his hand slapping your butt. You were speechless, you ignored that he would do it one day. He was always so shy. "So? How it feels?" he smirked, knowing that you were confused. "I like it, do it again." You replied. "Huh... she's crazy," he sighed. "Slap me again!" You shouted, trying to embarrass him more. He started to run, trying to stay away from you. "Kang Yeosang, slap me again!" "Help me!" He yelled; scared of you.

SAN

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" asked San, opening the delivery app. "Whatever you want." You replied, looking for a glass. "Come on I already chose yesterday." "Then do it again." San raised a brow. It has been almost 2 days that you were so bratty. At first, he thought that you were a little upset or something but no, you seemed really fine. But he didn't add anything, he just ordered a pizza and closed the app. When finally, the delivery guy handed you the box, you stared at your boyfriend. "Oh, you bought pizza again?" "You told me to take whatever I want." You gave politely the money to the delivery guy and thanked him for his work. "I never thought that you would take pizza again. We ate one Monday." "Then maybe you should have told me about it when I asked you." "Anyway." You rolled your eyes. San knew you weren't mad at him, but why a sudden change of mood? "Are you okay?" he asked, entering the kitchen. You grabbed a piece of pizza, "I'm fine. Why are you asking? Because I said-" "Okay relax," he cut you straight. You rolled your eyes again and engulfed the pizza in your mouth. You couldn't lie on the fact that it was tasty. Your boyfriend noticed your eyerolls again and decided to slap your butt, nicely but you could feel the suggestive side of it. "Don't be so bratty with me." He smirked coldly. You nodded dumbly at him, he looked so intimidating and sexy that you didn't want to make him mad again.

MINGI

"I don't think this jean will fits me well." You stated from the dressing-room. "Everything looks good on you," replied Mingi. "You said that because you're my boyfriend." "Yes, but because I found everything pretty on you too." You stayed silent, smiling dumbly because of this sudden compliment. "Just come out so I can see it." "Don't laugh okay?" you asked shyly. "Why the hell I would laugh? I'm your boyfriend, not the mean girl of high school." You giggled by the thought of him wearing a pink dress and radiating the ‘bad bitch energy’. "Okay, I'm coming." You opened the curtain slowly. You were a bit insecure about your body and stuff, so it wasn't easy for you to come out with new clothes and stuff like that. "Why were you so scared? You look really good in this!" He hyped you. "Really? Isn't it too tight?" "Nothing is too tight for you babe," he winked at you. "Men..." "Can you turn around quickly." You executed; you wanted his entire opinion on this jean. But you weren't expecting him to give you a little slap on your butt while you were turning around. "Mingi!" "It fits you very much, let's buy it now." He smiled widely. "You are incredible..."

WOOYOUNG

You didn't know why you told the manager that you could replace the make-up staff for the week, but you were regretting it a bit. It was so exhausting to follow them around and to apply make-up H24/24 on 8 faces. The only thing you were happy about was that you could see Wooyoung all the time. You just needed to stay away sometimes since no one knows that you were in a secret relationship. But your boyfriend made it hard. He was constantly messing his make-up, so you could take care of him for 10 minutes minimum. "If people don't assume that we are a couple with your comportment then it will be a miracle." You whispered. "I just can't stay away from you," he smiled. "But you will need to because, first of all, I'm tired of painting your face every 30 minutes and second of all because we are going to get problems." "Okay okay," he said. "I'll come every 40 minutes then." You hit his shoulder to bring him back to reality. "I'm not joking Jung Wooyoung! We need to be more careful." Wooyoung simply nodded. In fact, he was contemplating your body on the mirror's reflection. "Okay, it's done." You claimed, standing up correctly. Wooyoung stood up after you and smiled at you before giving you a quick slap on your butt. "Thank you, babe." You wanted to yell at him that he couldn't do such things here, but you were frozen. Too shocked to say anything.

JONGHO

Jongho asked you to come to the practice dance room. They would do a little diner there to celebrate their 600 days as a group. For the occasion, you bought a few snacks as chips, drinks, chocolate bars and stuff like this. You even drew a handmade banner for this special day. Everything was fine. You couldn't help but to think about how your boyfriend might feel. Being an idol was his dream and now he succeeded. You couldn't be prouder of him. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on your coat. Hardly because your hands were full, you grabbed it. Jongho was calling you. "Hello Y/N," he greeted you. "Hi weirdo, I'm almost there." You let him know. "Do you think you will be here in 2 minutes because I'm going to the grocery store." "Hum... if I run ye-" You heard a suggestive whistle behind you. At first, you looked at the bunch of college students which were sitting at your right. You were about to yell; telling them that it was not polite, but you heard the whistle again. You turned around this time. "Jongho! Oh my god," you shouted. "I was about to insult the group over there." Your boyfriend couldn't hold his laughter. "I should have filmed this." "And don't whistle me like that anymore idiot! I'm not a piece of meat." "I know babe, I was just kidding with you." He pinched your cheeks before grabbing the heavy bags for you.

[searchingwardrobes]

Valentine Throwbacks: Day 3

This Valentine’s fic was also written for the Tumblr Valentine’s prompts back in 2018. This one was day 8: First “I love you.” I don’t know if this qualifies as canon or canon divergent. I think of it as “filling in a plot hole.” Dark Hook’s words to Emma in Broken Heart about how he always said it first made no sense to me. After all, from what we saw on screen, Emma said it first and Killian had only ever said it indirectly. I know some people explain it by saying the darkness twists the truth, but I got to thinking . . . In Operation Mongoose, all Emma said was that she never told him how she felt. Maybe he threw the “L” word around all the time. I know people have very strong feelings about this topic, but this isn’t me portraying Killian as “taking away Emma’s agency” (because that would imply a man can never say “I love you” first, which is ridiculous, or that saying the words at all are somehow manipulative, which is also ridiculous). This is just me doing what fanfic writers do - taking canon and going, I wonder . . .

Can you tell I had to delete a nasty comment about this fic back in 2018? I still love it, though, and wanted to share it again.

Summary: Three times Killian Jones tells Emma Swan he loves her, and one time he doesn't.

Words: 2k and some change

Rating: T

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One: The First Date

The sea always calmed Killian, and while calm was an odd way to feel when he was finally on a date with Emma Swan, it was the best word he could use to describe how he felt right now. Despite his worries over his supposedly cursed hand, despite the ice witch who was out there somewhere, Killian felt deliciously content in this moment. Emma’s hand was in his, he could hear the soothing beat of the waves beneath the docks, and Emma’s hair glittered like gold in the moonlight.

She let go of his hand to lean against the railing of the boardwalk, and as she did, he noted the elegant curve of her neck, the way her ponytail swished against her shoulder blades, the almost girlish way she popped her foot and dug her toe into the old, wet boards. She shivered, and he inwardly berated himself for not thinking of the dropping temperatures or her bare shoulders (aside from admiring her soft skin, that is).

He shrugged out of his leather jacket and quickly draped it over her. “Here love, you have more need of this than I do.”

Emma accepted it gladly with a soft thank you, slipping her arms into the sleeves and hugging her torso. She was uncharacteristically vulnerable tonight, and he hoped that was because she felt safe with him.

She shivered still as she drew the jacket tighter around herself, and Killian came closer to wrap his arms around her from behind. She sighed and leaned back into him. Words didn’t seem necessary for the moment as they simply stood there, wrapped up in one another, gazing at the stars. Killian lowered his head to nuzzle into her neck, the scent of her shampoo making his heart thud loudly in his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was the quiet, or her softness in his arms, but the words just slipped out.

She stiffened slightly, and he held his breath, fearful that he had spoken too soon. She turned, still in the circle of his arms, her face flushed, eyes shining and darting to and fro. The moment stretched out, marked by the undulating sound of the waves below.

Finally, she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back, knowing it was the only answer she could give. At least for now.

 Two: Valentine’s Day

“Swan!” Killian shouted, as he burst into the loft. His fear ratcheted up a few more notches when he saw that the place was empty. It had been weeks since the Crocodile left town, and therefore weeks since there had been a crisis, but Emma’s text message had him falling right back into that mode. He glanced down at his screen to read the message again.

Come to the loft. Hurry.

He heard a laugh from the top of the stairs, and when he lifted his gaze from his phone, he saw Emma standing there, a bright smile on her face. Killian let out a huge sigh of relief as he pocketed his phone.

“Bloody hell, Swan, you scared me to death!”

“I scared Captain Hook?” she teased, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head. “Yay me. Now get up here, pirate.”

Killian did as she asked without further complaint. Belle had teased him about being whipped, and when she explained to him what that meant, he couldn’t really argue. He’d traded his ship for this woman, jumped through a time portal for her. Anything else was a trifle, really.

When he reached the second floor of the loft, Emma stood in front of her bathroom door with her hands behind her back grasping the doorknob. She wore an eager grin and there was delight shining in her eyes.

“Do you know what today is?”

Killian scratched his jaw with the curve of his hook. “Aye, Valentine’s Day, a holiday which requires Granny to decorate the diner with tacky red hearts and naked babies with bows and arrows.”

Emma chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, I know, it’s kind of cheesy. But you’ve done so much for me, I wanted to do a little something for you . . . so . . . “

With that she flung the door open, simultaneously grabbing his hook and pulling him through the door. The claw foot tub in the corner was filled to almost overflowing with big, frothy bubbles.

“It’s a bubble bath,” Emma explained, shaking his arm excitedly. “You were so thrilled with showers, and my parents said there were no bubble baths in the Enchanted Forest, not like this, sooo . . ta-da!”

Killian grinned at the thought she had apparently put into this. He approached the tub cautiously, dipping his hand in to find the water invitingly warm. It was difficult to keep water at such a perfect temperature back in the Enchanted Forest. He glanced around and also saw candles burning all over the room.

“Come on,” Emma said, yanking on his arm, “before the water gets cold and the bubbles disappear.”

She had already yanked off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. He was blushing, which was slightly embarrassing. “You, uh, talked to your parents about this?”

Emma rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned his vest. “Are you kidding? My dad would have a coronary. After he pulled his gun on you, that is. I just asked for a few hours without the baby. I think mom suspected something, but my dad seems to be a little clueless about that sort of thing. Or at least when it involves me.”

Killian’s vest was cast aside, and he watched Emma as she worked on the buttons of his shirt. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she worked them. “How do you do this with one hand?” She muttered. “These buttons are tiny.”

Killian cleared his throat nervously as he closed his hand around Emma’s, “I think I can handle it from here.”

“No way, sailor,” Emma corrected him with a heated stare, “that tub is big enough for two.”

His blush only increased as he gazed into her eyes. Not only was this a new step in their own relationship, but it was a level of intimacy he had never shared with anyone after losing his hand. Sex became nothing more than a rough, quick release with nameless, faceless women who craved a night to forget just as much as he did. While some women had seen him without his hook, no living person had seen him without his brace since that horrible, painful day on his ship so long ago. And he hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was ashamed.

“Emma,” was all he managed to choke out as he rubbed his thumb nervously along the inside of her wrist. He wasn’t sure how to put what he was feeling into words. He just stood there, staring at the floor and clenching his jaw.

“Hey,” Emma said softly, reaching up with both hands to cup his face. She eased his chin up until his eyes met hers, and what he saw there stole his breath. Understanding. Patience. And above all, acceptance. She ran her thumbs wordlessly across his cheeks for a moment, then her hands drifted down to finish the buttons. She eased his shirt off his shoulders and one arm, then carefully worked the other sleeve around his hook. Then she ran her hand over the leather straps, almost as if she were admiring them.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she unbuckled them. Her voice soothed him, but he still closed his eyes as she eased the brace completely from his torso. He kept them closed as her hands mapped his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Then she was cradling his stump in both hands, running her thumbs over the scars. His eyes finally opened to see her do what he had thought was unthinkable. She lifted his arm to her lips and placed a soft kiss at the end of it. His own breath came out in a shaky hiss.

“It’s okay,” she said again, pressing his stump against her to rest between her breasts. She stepped closer, her free arm encircling his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, his bad arm wedged between them.

Killian, almost overcome with the tenderness of the moment, brought his hand up shakily to run his one hand through her hair. He lowered his face to breathe in the softness of her hair. “I love you so much,” he told her huskily.

She lifted her head to look at him, her mouth agape. Her eyes were awash with intensity, and he waited with bated breath for her words to come.

But Emma’s expression changed to a smirk as she yanked at the zipper of his jeans instead.

 Three: The Cabin in the Woods

He stands there, simply gazing at her in amazement. He can’t believe she doesn’t know. Tears prick at his eyes. Is it that hard for her to believe she’s enough?

“Don’t you know, Emma?” he finally manages to say around the lump in his throat. “It’s you.”

The look on her face almost kills him. So shocked and full of wonder. They are drawn together slowly, tenderly, and as he kisses her, he can taste a tear in the corner of her mouth. He turns to kiss the salty path on her cheek.

“I love you,” he breathes against her petal soft skin.

She just buries her face in the crook of his neck and sighs.

 Four: The Loft

One moment, lowly deckhand Hook feels cold steel slice through skin, muscle, and sinew. He reaches his one hand out to Emma Swan, regretting that he hadn’t grabbed hold of the moment offered him earlier. That he hadn’t leaned down and kissed her. Because no one has ever looked at him that way before. And no one has ever looked as devastated as Emma Swan does right now as he falls to the ground, the life bleeding out of him.

The next moment, his eyes are opening and he’s on his back on a hardwood floor. He’s Captain Hook again. No, he’s Killian Jones, hero and the man who loves Emma Swan. He smiles. They did it. Henry and Emma did it!

Henry! He leaps to his feet, ignoring the groans of Snow and David still on the floor behind him as he races upstairs to be sure the lad is ok. He doesn’t even have time to look for the boy when Emma bursts in, “Hook!” the first word on her lips.

He can tell she’s frantic and distraught, so he plays cocky and comedic. It was the right choice, as her face lights up with joy. She comes racing up the stairs, his given name now spoken with delight as she tackles him with a hug. It takes him by surprise when she tumbles with him onto the bed, knocking the breath out of him in the process. But he delights in the weight of her pressing him into the mattress and he enjoys it even more when she pins his arms on either side of his head, propping herself up to grin down at him. He really wishes her parents weren’t right downstairs.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you, love,” he tells her, “when I woke, I came up here to check on your boy.”

“He’s fine, Henry’s fine . . . “ She trails off, her smile faltering, and her eyes getting a sort of far-off look.

Concerned, he sits up, his forehead creasing as he searches her suddenly pale expression. “What is it, love?”

“It’s just . . . when I saw you die . . . I was afraid I would never get to tell you . . . “

Killian thinks he knows where she’s going with this. He understands her walls, her fears, her insecurities. Mostly because he’s felt them too. He tries to encourage her, but feels he only succeeds in plastering a ridiculously broad grin on his face.

“To tell you . . . thank you.”

For a brief moment, his heart drops all the way to his stomach. He died for her, and still she holds back. But he swallows down the hurt and disappointment. It has to be on her terms, he only wants it on her terms, and so he smiles. He barely hears the rest of her babbling thank you.

“All in a day’s work for a hero,” he tells her when she finishes. She presses her forehead to his, burying her fingers in his hair. He wonders if she expects him to say it like he always does: I love you. But this time, he can’t.

Killian Jones is a patient man. One day, perhaps, she’ll simply say it. Those three little words he longs to hear from her lips.

[penny44224]

BTS imagine :Valentine’s together

I know im late asfuck

Suga

You were currently scrolling through Instagram, watching couples  being romantic. You wished that you could have those surprises with Suga, but you guys weren't even dating. Being in love with your best friend was the worse, especially since he's an idol. While being sad and alone, Suga texted you. You thought he was going to wish you a ”Happy Valentine's Day” or something so romantic to celebrate the day. But when you looked at your phone.

Suga: Hey, my charger some how died on me, could you buy me a new one at that store by your place and bring it to the studio.

You sat there with this look on your face.” I know this dude did not,” you said to yourself.But the lovesick girl you are, you responded

Y/N: No problem

You reached his studio after buying the item he requested. You didn't want to stay too long because you couldn't face him on such a day as this. You knocked on the door but there was no response. You tried a second time, still nothing.

”Suga, if you don't open this door. I'm gonna return this char-”

That's when he opened the door, covered your eyes and pulled you in.

”Dude, WTF ARE YOU DOING!”

”Shh” Suga response.

As Suga moved you to a certain area of the studio, you heard music starting to play. That when he removed his hands. You gasped at the sight in front of you. There were lights lit, heart-shaped desserts, food, roses, champagne and etc.

”I've been trying to think of a way to ask you to be my girlfriend but you know I suck at this shit,” Suga said

You turned to him and kissed his cheek.

”This is so beautiful, I love it. And yes. I'll be your girlfriend if that's what you're asking. You said smiling at him.

He returned the smile

”Shall we?”

“We shall” you replied as you both sat down and began a night of new love

RM

You were on your way to meet up with your friend to have dinner for Valentine's day. You were supposed to be with your boyfriend. But he received called from work, which meant he had to leave early this morning. So your friend decided instead of mopping in the house, she thought it would be fun to go out.You made it to the location, but you didn’t see your friend or anyone there.

”Where is she? Wait, where is everyone?” you said to yourself.

You started to become scared. Until you heard harmonic music starting to play inside the restaurant. You were skeptical about following the music, but something about it drew you in, making you follow it. The music became louder and louder, as you headed towards the rooftop. When you reached the top, you saw rose petals on the floor. As you now followed the rose petals. You found Namjoon standing beside a table decorated with candles and roses.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby” Namjoon said as he walked toward you and held your waist.

“So that’s why you left so early, so you can do all this.” You said while smiling brightly.

“Of course, Through the rough paths I had to encounter in my life, you have been there no matter what.” Rm replied

“And I’ll never stop,” you said as you pecked his lips.

“Come on, I know your starving baby,” Rm said while leading you to the table.

“Hey, what's that’s suppose to me,” You said while pouting which made him laugh.

Jin

As the sun glazed onto your chocolate skin, your eyes started to flutter open. As you stretched out of your lumper, you felt bed lower beside you. When you turned over, you saw Jin watching a video on his phone.

"I thought you'd never wake up," Jin said 

                                                                                             You scoffed at his answer

"You know what today is?" you asked while  giving puppy eyes to him

"Another day," Jin said while still looking at his phone

" Really, Jin," you said

"It's not our anniversary, so it's not a special day," He said shrugs as he got up and left the room

"Unbelievable," you said as you turned over and buried your head into the pillow.

You thought of a way to forget the fact your boyfriend forgot about Valentine's Day. But that’s when you heard noises in the kitchen. You got up and decided to investigate. You gasped as you saw the decorations and food displayed on the counter. You felt arms wrapped around your waist and kiss the top of your head, even though you were wearing your bonnet.

"Happy Valentine's, my love"

"Sooo, you pretended to forget to do all this," You asked while facing him.

"Well, you took so long to wake up and the food was getting cold. You know I had to wait for you for an hour. You know I hate to waste food and do you have the-"you cut him off by giving him a long kiss.

"Thank you, my lover. I really appreciate this a lot. I'm sorry you had wait so long for me to wake up. Can you ever forgive me" you smiled sweetly to Jin.

He kissed your forehead

"Only if you eat this wonderful breakfast" He returned.

You skipped went to the table and sat down to dive in.

"Did you seriously write this in Spanish? "You questioned Jin

"Don't start!" he said while he starts eating.

Jhope

You were texting your boyfriend, Jhope about how his day was going. He had to help choreograph a new piece with his dance instructor, but it's taking longer than expected.  

You: This is taking too longggg

Jhope: I know angel but  hang in there for me

You: We were suppose to leave 5 hours ago

Jhope: aww I'm so sorry

You: Hey, it's ok. I understand baby. I'll cancel it. We can just chill here.

After you sent that text, Jhope didn't reply back. You figured he was busy once again.  As the sun began to set, you decided its best to change out of your dress. It made no sense of looking good for nothing. That was when the doorbell rang. Once you opened the door, you saw a tall man dressed in a lavish tuxedo, holding a huge bouquet of flowers.  You looked up and saw Jhope smiling down at you.  

"Happy Valentine's Day, my angel,"

"Wha-, How-, I thought you were held up at the studio." You said confused

"Well, we finish the choreography within 10 minutes, soo I had EXTRA time to prepare our night. He said raising his eyebrows.

You took the bouquet from him and placed them on the table.

"Prepared what I may ask," You said while folding your arms

He caressed your cheek

" That will be answered as soon as you take my hand and join me." He said removing his hand from your cheek and held his hand out to you.

You looked at his hand to face and back to hand.

"What movie did you watch to come up with that." You said chuckling

"Y/N just take my hand already," he said whining

You took his hand and kissed it.

" I was joking," You said smiling and pulling him out the door

As you both entered the car, Jhope started the ignition.

"It was on Pinterest," Jhope said quietly even though you heard him clearly.

"OMG, you have a Pinterest, what's your username!"

Jimin

After having to work for 9 hours on Valentine's day was the worst day ever. You wanted to spend time with Jimin but you were called in before the sun even rose. You felt guilty. Because you didn't have time to get him something special for your first Valentine's together. As you unlock your front door you called for Jimin. But you didn't hear any answer. You checked from the kitchen, bathroom and still nothing. But that when you realized you missed one room, your bedroom. As you entered, your bag fell out of your hand slowly and dropped to the ground. Your mouth opened slightly as well. There was roses shaped as a heart saying "Happy 1st Valentine's Day." Balloons everywhere, candles and a Jimin laying down on the bed.

"Hey baby," Jimin said in a somewhat deep voice

You stood there for 5 seconds when you legit ran "Get Out" type towards him

"Ba-Woah, Woah-" Jimin yelled terrified

You jumped on top of him and began to kiss him all over his face

"I.Love.You.So.Much.My.Mochi" you said with every kiss

You then remember you didn't get Jimin a gift. So you pulled away and pouted

"Hey hey what's wrong," Jimin asked gently taking your hand

"I had such a fucked up day, I didn't have time to buy you a gift, I'm so sorry. But-t I'll find a way to make it up to you."Jimin chuckled

"Well, I know one way you can make it up for me," He said with a smirk

He got up and took your hand to direct you to the bathroom. When you both entered, there were dim lights, a bath filled with roses and the scent of lavender floats around the room.

"You can make it up to by enjoying this bath I made for you" He whispered in your ear

With no question asked, you removed your clothes in a swift motion and entered the bathtub.As you sit, you inhale the soft scent and exhale bliss, while Jimin leans on the door frame admiring your relaxed form.

"You know what would be better." You whispered

"What," Jimin asked tilting his head"If the love of my life joins me," you said turning your head to face him.

Once he heard you say "joins" his clothes were removed within second and entered the tub to sit behind you.

He massaged your head as you laid on his chest.

"mm you're making me sleepy," you said as your eyes started to close.

"Then rest my baby, you deserve it," he said as he kissed your sleepy head.

Taehyung

Ever since you guys met, Taehyung would always take pictures. From random photos of any scenic opportunity, he finds to every living thing. But he never took pictures of you like that. You felt down at times about it, but you didn't let it get to you hard. Because it was just pictures, right?It was Valentine’s Day, and you were on your way home with gifts for Taehyung. But you got a text from Taehyung, saying to meet him at an address he sent you. You think much of it and turned on your GPS to proceed the destination.

As you entered the lobby, he sent you another text stating the room number. You went up the elevator and exit to go to the room. As you arrive at the room number, you knocked. No answer, so you knocked again. After being impatient, you twisted the doorknob and found it was unlocked the whole time. You entered with cautious and looked for a weapon that was closest. (Did you really think you were gonna enter an unlocked room that was, in fact, dark. ) You walked around quietly until you saw a light glaring in a room, so you decided to check in there. When you opened the door, you dropped your weapon following by your jaw. Before you were a heart shaped with roses and candles and inside the heart was photos of you and Taehyung.

”You like it ” he heard behind you

As you turn around, you see Taehyung smiling

”I-, I-” you tried to say as tears formed in your eyesHe then came to you and hugged you.

”I love it, thank you so much,” you said as you still look at the display.

”And I love you and all the memories you have given me. You are my heart” he said placing his finger on your chin and moved in to kiss you

Taehyung then felt an object beside his foot”Why is there a whisk on the ground

”Taehyung as he pulled away and looks down between them

”Shhhh, let's not worry about that” you pulled him back to kiss him again but he pulled away

”Was that suppose to a weapon?” he asked while laughing

”Oh my gosh, you ruined the moment!” you said frustrated as you walked lit the room

”Wait, no comeback,” Taehyung said as he runs after you

Jungkook

You weren't really into the whole Valentine’s day thing. You actually thought it was pretty irreverent.Why would people consider showing love or buying gifts for someone as a holiday when you can do it every day.Everyone knew your opinion of Valentines Day, especially Jungkook. As foryour boyfriend, he was so hyped to do something big for your first Valentines together. But after hearing your Valentine’s comments he didn't know what to do anymore.  You guys were casually texting each other. Until you made a  random suggestion that sparked Jungkook an idea.

Y/N: What if we someone made like an ocean movie theater

Jungkook: 🙃tf you smokin baby

Y/N: think about what if they like had the movie screen and the seats where mini pools

Y/N: ok now reading what I just texted it's ridiculous 😂

Jungkook: well you could be on to something

Y/N: yeah people who can't swim watching a movie, yeah it would close within a week. Omg what if the screen fell into the 🙊

Jungkook: 😀wellllll mmyyyy cccuutteee bbbaaby

Y/N: What you want boy

Jungkook: Can you pick up my to- go order at these three places💙

Y/N: UM EXCUSE YOU

Jungkook: if you bring you can have some too😇

Y/N: 😐

After 1 hour of getting food for Jungkook’s monsterous stomach. You reached his place. As you were about to knock on the door, Jungkook opened it.

”Hello,” Jungkook says with a smile on his face.

You looked at him strangely as you placed the food on the dining table.

”Hey” as you tried to read his facial expression to see why if he was smiling so hard.

”Sooo, baby. I know you don't like Valentine's Day, which I completely understand. But I still want to do something special for you”

”Jungkook you really didn't have to do tha” You tried to say

”Nope let me finish, Linda,” Jungkook said pointing a finger at you

You looked him up and down to make sure he didn't just lose his mind”

After the idea you gave me, I thought of an idea we can do together on this (not holiday).” Jungkook said as he covered your eyes and directed you to the location

After a few terrible directions, he removed his hands and as you opened your eyes, words could not  form. Somehow Jungkook made a legit an ocean movie theater. There was a giant inflatable kiddie pool floats in the pool. Inside the kiddie pool was lots of blankets, pillows, and plushies. There are roses and battery operated candles around the pool. Last but not least a projector with the Netflix logo.

“Omg, my, how,” You tried to say but was too captivated by the creation Jungkook made

“You should have known even on our FIRST Valentine’s Day, I wanted to do something special for you. It’s not too Valentineeee, it’s basic Netflix and chill but outside at night...with roses. “ Jungkook says rumbling as he scratches the back of his head.

You hugged him“I love it, baby,” You said with a smile

“well let’s get in” Jungkook he said

You and Jungkook got the food and brought inside the kiddie pool. but you guys decided to change into onesies to set the mood. Once you guys changed, you both struggled to get in the floating kiddie pool. After an hour of watching Netflix, you couldn’t imagine how someone would do something like this for you

“Hey, I really appreciate this. No has ever done this type of stuff for me” You started to say

“BabyGirl, I love you. I will do anything to make you keep that smile on your face.” Jungkook said as he looked into your eyes

You gave him a passionate kiss, but it soon started to heat up

“If you keep this up, you may tip us over,” You said placing a hand on his chest

“ Yah, stop disturbing the movie”

you heard a voice behind you. As you and Jungkook turned around you see the rest of the members in a kiddie pool also watching the movie

“When did you guys even get in here AND HOW WERE YOU GUYS QUIET THIS ENTIRE TIME!” Jungkook asked while you were laughing your ass off.

[loftywon]

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Characters: Jeon Wonwoo, Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: mentions of sex, cheating, swearing

Word count: 1,176

A/N: sooo this is the first fic i’ve written in a long ass time :’’) with that being said, i’d really appreciate some feedback bc i plan on writing some more fics in the future hehe i hope y’all enjoy!! <3

So kiss me once then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time

After the song had ended, you pressed repeat once again for the 17th time that night. You can’t seem to get him off of your mind. His gentle touch. His soft smile. His lovely voice. Everything about Jeon Wonwoo made you smile, but he also made your heartache. The way he screamed for another girl’s name in your bedroom. It broke your heart.

-----

You’ve known Wonwoo for as long as you can remember. He was always there for you whether it is a shoulder to cry on or a friend to bring to a dinner party. Wonwoo was by your side… was. You have had a feeling he was keeping secrets from you ever since he got back from his tour. He would sneak out late at night thinking you were asleep when you weren’t. His phone would constantly be attached to him as if someone was going to snatch it right out of his hands. You would hear him whispering in the bathroom talking to someone on the phone and see a smile plastered on his face once he got out.

He barely even looks at you anymore, but whenever he does it hurts. It pains you to know that his smile and those lips no longer belonged to you. You wanted to confront him, but you were too scared to see his face after either falsely accusing him or losing him because you were right. You tried getting him back by taking him out on dates and making love to him more often. You would kiss his neck and touch his chest while he sat down to play video games. You even took cooking classes to make him lunch because he would complain to you about how bad the food was at the company’s canteen. However, he still saw you as a nothing but a pest. He no longer saw you as the woman he loves, but as an annoying mosquito sucking the life out of him.

-----

“What do I do?” you said to the brunette across the room. Mingyu, one of your mutual friends with Wonwoo, slowly approaches you and sits on the couch.

“Well, he still loves you, you know,” Mingyu said while patting you lightly on the back as a sign of comfort.

“But he’s cheating on me, Gyu! How can you even say that after I explained everything to you.” This time you were getting frustrated at the fact that Mingyu seemed to not grasp the gravity of the situation. Your relationship with Wonwoo was on the line and here he was saying such nonsense.

“He just does. I know it, Y/N, you gotta trust me on this one.”

Those words were enough to bring you to tears. You didn’t realize it, but you really missed having Wonwoo around. You missed hearing him read to you the lyrics of his new song or seeing him make breakfast in the kitchen for the both of you. Not to mention, it has been months since you and Wonwoo had a meaningful conversation together. You honestly didn’t see this coming especially from him. Wonwoo was known to be the shy type which is what drew you to him.

-----

It was a long day at work and you couldn’t wait to get home. You searched for your keys to the apartment you shared with Wonwoo. You cursed yourself for bringing such as huge ass bag, but it wasn’t long until you found them. You unlocked the door and stepped inside the dimly lit room. You let out a shriek as you saw Wonwoo standing near the living room window. He jumped at your voice and turned around to see you covering your mouth with your hands.

“Welcome home, bab–“

“What the hell are you doing here?” you cut him off and dropped all your things on the kitchen counter.

“Y/N, I know you’re upset, but let me explain,” Wonwoo was now making his way towards you.

“No! I don’t wanna hear it, Won. It’s over. We’re done here,” you argued.

A long sigh left his mouth as he reached out to hug you from behind. “I left her,” he mumbled into your ear. You wanted to push him away, but every fiber of your body wanted you to pull him even closer. You missed the way your body would fit perfectly into his. It was like you were melting into his touch. His arms would snake around your waist engulfing you in a warm bear hug.

“You what?” you sounded more confused than angry now. You turned around to face him. The first thing you noticed was his eyes. They were red and puffy probably because of crying. You examined him even further and saw how thin and pale he had gotten. He looked terrible, to say the least – totally devastated.

“I’m really sorry for what I put you through, Y/N. It was insensitive and completely unlike me to go sleep with someone else,” he continues.

“Why did you do it then? Am I not enough for you?” you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes as you said this.

“Of course, you’re enough for me. You’ll always be enough for me. I was just too greedy and didn’t realize that until Mingyu kicked my ass and lectured me about it.” His response caused you to giggle at the thought of Mingyu beating up Wonwoo for hurting you so badly. Apparently, the younger male had been paying attention, so you made a mental note to thank him after all of this was over.

You looked up at Wonwoo and at that moment you felt nothing but complete and utter bliss for him. You remembered the first time he said I love you to you and how that made the butterflies in your stomach dance. Although you knew that you couldn’t forgive him so quickly for what he did, it wasn’t worth breaking up and losing your best friend.

“I can’t forgive you though, at least not right now, but I also don’t wanna lose you,” you tiptoed and kissed him gently on the lips. He returned the kiss, but with even more passion and love.

“I know you can’t, and I don’t blame you. I’m just glad that I have you back in my life,” Wonwoo replied as he looked deeply into your eyes.

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N. I can’t imagine a day without you.”

Your mind wandered back to a few nights ago. Those lyrics and the way they spoke to you.

You'll never know how many dreams I dreamed about you                                                                                                Or just how empty they all seemed without you

Indeed, you didn’t see this coming, but that’s the beauty of it. Life is full of surprises, some of which are ugly and unwanted, but without these surprises, you’d be living a boring life. A life without Wonwoo, your love.

[haha-bri]

A Maylor Fanfiction!

Okay, Maylor Fanfiction is actually one of my guilty pleasures. I can’t stop reading them everywhere and I really love both Roger and Brian. So, after a lot of reading, I finally make my own fanfiction. It’s still shitty and not as beautiful as those fanfictions out there and my English is not that good (it’s not my first language). So, if you’re sucker for Maylor, then let me feed you, darlings.

This is an M-rated for mentioning sex. And also I got the idea from FRIENDS when Monica and Chandler are sneaking around from their friends. And I’m a big fan of FRIENDS so I got the concept from there. It has its own twists and I hope you like it. Cheers.

I also post it on my AO3. It’s called We Can Work It Out

We Can Work It Out

Chapter 1:  I Had No Idea that You're in Deep

Hey, Deacy’s finally out. Are you gonna come over? – Bri

Roger read the text message from Brian when he was playing scrabble with Freddie in his own flat. He glanced toward Freddie and he saw the older man was busying himself form a word from his own scrabble tile. He was about to reply Brian’s message when Freddie chirped out in happiness when he got a high score.

“Yeah! Now you’re going down, Taylor!” Freddie said in pure happiness while Roger was only thinking about going to Brian’s and Deacy’s shared flat that was actually only across the hall.

“That’s not so bad, mate,” Roger squinted his eyes and tried to reply Brian’s text first before he form his own word.

Still playin scrabble w fred. Wait a min.

After he sent his message, he bit his lip because he was worried Freddie would catch him texting with Brian behind his back. Oh, yeah, Brian and Roger were in a kind of relationship. They were only fooling around but not actually in a real relationship. They casually slept with each other but not calling themselves boyfriends yet. That was why they didn’t speak a word toward their bandmates, Freddie and Deacy. They wanted to keep it that way.

Just tell him that you’re going to do some laundry or something. I miss you. – Bri

Reading Brian’s immediate reply made Roger bit his bottom lip even harder. He believed if he bit it much harder, it would bleed. Freddie reminded him to form a word already and he also warned Roger not to bit his lip too hard. Roger stopped his bad habit for a moment until he formed a word and he accidentally formed a high-scored word. Freddie looked unhappy but the older man just frowned.

“Who are you texting?” Freddie asked all of sudden. Roger didn’t see that coming and he just startled a little bit. He casually took a swig from his beer to control his mini heart attack and also to hide his blush from Freddie. He didn’t want to tell his best friend that he was secretly texting Brian who was waiting for him across the hall just to had sex with him.

“Um… my sister?” He cursed himself because it sounded more like a question than a statement. Roger knew that Freddie didn’t believe him a hundred percent, judging how the older man looked right now, but he also didn’t want to tell Freddie the truth, yet. It was his deal with Brian.

Aren’t you coming over? I’m so close to do it all by myself in the bathroom. – Bri.

Roger couldn’t breathe. He imagined Brian doing something dirty just to relieve himself in the bathroom and boy, that was so fucking hot and he could feel himself getting hard just the thought of it. But, Roger immediately remembered that he was not alone and Freddie was sitting right in front of him. He didn’t want to alarm the older man that Roger was imagining their guitarist doing something dirty in his bathroom.

B there in 5 mins.

“Uh… Fred? I just remember that I have a pile of dirty clothes in my room. And I know I don’t have more clean clothes to wear. So, I’m going to do some laundry downstairs.” Roger finally said. He felt bad that he lied to his roommate and his best friend. He didn’t want to lie to Freddie. In fact, he wanted to tell Freddie everything about his secret kind of relationship with Brian. But everything was perfect between him and Brian because nobody knew about their relationship yet and they wanted to keep it that way until both men were ready to tell the world.

“Laundry? I thought you were doing your laundry last night when Deacy and I were out?” Damn. Roger needed a better excuse in the future and Freddie knew how terrible of a liar Roger was.

“Well, I was so occupied watching some videos on Youtube last night that I actually kind of forgot to do my laundry. So, I think I don’t want to forget it this time,” Roger said with a smile. Freddie was skeptical at first but he was nodding anyway. Roger was relieved that Freddie actually bought it. And he also kind of complimented himself how fast he could think of an excuse.

“Well, since you’re going to be busy doing your laundry and I have no one to talk to in the flat right now, I think I’m just going to hang out at Bri-”

“NO!” Roger regretted it how loud he sounded right now. Freddie looked suspicious and Roger knew how red his face was right now. Okay, he couldn’t think of an excuse right now. How could he be that stupid?

“Why, darling?” Freddie asked suspiciously. Okay, think, Taylor, think!

“Uhm… I don’t think neither Brian nor Deacy are home. Don’t you read their messages at the group chat? Deacy is out with Veronica and Brian is doing some nerd shit at the library?” Freddie immediately checked his own phone and opened the message that Roger was talking about. He read the message and nodded to himself. Roger sighed in relieve when Freddie didn’t look as suspicious as before.

After Freddie decided to go out too – saying that he was going to hang out with his girlfriend instead – Roger grabbed his ‘dirty clothes’ and did his ‘laundry’. Freddie offered to walk with Roger but the blonde man refused, saying that he needed something first and with that, Freddie was finally out. Roger sighed once again and let himself out of his own flat.

Roger knocked three times at Brian’s door and the older man opened it as fast as he could. He looked surprised that Roger brought some dirty clothes and Roger could only smile sheepishly when Brian gave him a questioning look.

“What took you so long?”

“Freddie was suspicious that I’m going to do another laundry. He remembered that I was doing my laundry last night while he was out with Deacy. So I had to explain it to him that I was too busy watching some videos on youtube that I actually forgot that I had to do some laundry. He bought it, though. And he almost came here to hang out with you, and I panicked then I told him that Deacy is out, so are you. Sooo…” Roger explained to Brian and he rubbed his own temple. He sure was tired of sneaking around behind their best friend’s back.

“Good,” Now Brian was grabbing Roger’s hand and the younger male dropped his clothes on the floor and let Brian took him to the older man’s bedroom. Roger’s heart was thumping excitedly, knowing what was about to happened behind the close door.

As soon as the door was closed, he could feel Brian’s hungry lips on his and Roger forgot almost everything.

 “God, you’re amazing,” Roger mumbled while snuggling with Brian. He put his head on Brian’s chest and drew a random pattern on the older man’s chest. He could hear Brian’s soft laugh and he also could feel that Brian’s was petting his hair.

“You’re amazing, too, Rog,” Brian said while kissing Roger’s blonde mop. Roger sighed to Brian’s chest and he still felt bad about lying to Freddie and Deacy about their secret encounter. He also was very tired that he had to sneaking around some nights just to had sex with Brian. He didn’t even know what they were. Were they boyfriends? Lovers? Partners? Or just some random hook up? They had been doing this for two and a half months but they never actually talked about this. They were always too busy with each other and once they were done, either Roger or Brian would go back to their place so their roommates would not get suspicious.

“Oh fuck!” Roger yelped when he felt something burning in his ass and he knew that it was going to be hard for him to walk. During Roger’s thinking, Brian decided to sit up and that made Roger involuntarily sat up too.

“You okay, sweetie?” Brian asked with pure concern. Roger nodded and said that he could feel his ass was burning and he knew he would be limping when he walked later. The older male apologized for being too rough but Roger just silenced him with a sweet kiss on his mouth.

“Why are you sitting up? I was pretty comfortable down there.” Roger protested with a pout and Brian just chuckled looking at his blonde lover who was now looking like a ten year-old child.

“You looked uneasy. What is going on, sweetheart? Is everything alright?” Once the question was out of Brian’s mouth, Roger dropped his head and sighed. He knew that sooner or later they had to have this kind of conversation. But he hated to bring it up. He knew that Brian was not ready to open up about his bisexuality to their friends and he knew that Brian was far from ready to have a relationship with Roger. He knew how scary it was for Brian to actually have a relationship. The curly-haired man was having some serious commitment issues that Roger didn’t fully understand why.

“What are we, Bri?” Roger knew he regretted it the second he said those damn words. Roger could see the fear behind Brian’s hazel eyes and he hated it. He hated the fact that it was Roger that made Brian looked like he was scared or something. He knew it that Brian was not ready and he knew that whatever what was going to be Brian’s answer would hurt him.

“Uh… Do you really want to have that conversation right now, Rog?” Roger closed his eyes. He knew Brian was only avoiding Roger’s question so he didn’t break Roger’s heart. But he also needed some clear answer about whatever they were having right now. He was just so tired of sneaking around. Even though Brian was an awesome lay but sometimes it was so hard.

“I know it’s really hard for you to answer my question. But-“

“Look, I love what we are having right now. I’m just not ready to talk about it. I hope you understand and let’s just enjoy each other’s company, yeah? I just have to be sure first, Rog. I don’t want to hurt you and I also don’t want to be someone who breaks your heart. Just… Just make it casual. We’re friends and we’re having sex. Not to mention, we’re having such an amazing sex. So, just enjoy it for a while, will you?” Brian asked and Roger could sense the fear behind Brian’s calm tone. He just nodded and kissed Brian silently.

Once Brian was sure that Roger had dropped the conversation, he could feel Roger was climbing on top of him. The blonde was straddling him and sitting on his lap while kissing him passionately. This kiss was different. It was that kind of kiss that Roger tried to assure Brian that everything was going to be okay. Brian was more than happy to kiss Roger back, especially when he could feel Roger’s hands were on his neck and playing with his long curly hair.

When the make out session was getting way too hot and Roger was a moaning mess, Brian could hear the front door was opened. Both men were frozen. Roger was still on Brian’s lap while Brian’s hands were on Roger’s ass. Roger was the one who was glanced to the alarm clock on Brian’s dresser. It was six o’clock and Deacy wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour.

“Bri?” Both Brian and Roger could hear Deacy’s voice on the hallway and now both men were panicking. Roger was peeling himself off of Brian so fast that he actually picked up his clothes and put it on as fast as he could. He also tried to tidy up his hair so he didn’t look like he just had sex with Brian. The older male was doing the same thing. He grabbed some random clothes from the piles and he also rubbed his face just to make him more presentable. Not that was necessary, though. Because Brian was sure he looked like he just had an amazing sex. Which he did.

“Bri, you there?” Both men were panicking even more when he heard Deacy was knocking Brian’s bedroom door. Without thinking, Roger entered Brian’s closet and he promised Brian that he would not make any noise. After Roger was giving Brian a cute peck on the lips, Brian let Deacy entered his bedroom.

“’Sup, mate? I thought you’re not gonna be back for another hour? Is Veronica okay?” Deacy almost jumped to hear Brian’s tone. The younger male frowned to see his best friend’s peculiar behavior. Deacy might be not talking too much but boy that bassist was sure an observant one.

“She’s fine. She needs to do her coursework so I’m back already. Uh… Do you know that there’s a pile of clothes in the front door? Are they yours?” Deacy asked. Brian cursed under his breath and he would give Roger punishment later because his blonde boy was so reckless to leave his clothes in the front door.

“Uh… yeah. I was about to do some laundry but my stomach really hurt. So I just kind of dropped it there and ran to the toilet. And now I’m feeling much better so I’m just going to finish my laundry.” Brian lied and he knew that Deacy wouldn’t believe him just like that. But the younger male didn’t give any more questions and in fact, he just shrugged and left Brian’s bedroom.

The older man sighed and whispered to Roger that he was going to get the blonde’s clothes so Deacy wouldn’t be too suspicious. He also told Roger that if Deacy was in his own bedroom, he would let Roger out of the closet. Roger couldn’t help himself and giggled rather loudly when he heard Brian’s last sentence and Brian just kicked the closet door softly, earning a muffled laugh from Roger.

Once Brian was out of his bedroom and Deacy was nowhere to be found, he informed Roger that he was free to leave. The younger male was out of the closet, literally, and Brian helped him to sneak Roger out of his own flat. Roger was gathering his clothes from the floor and he almost opened the front door when-

“Roger?”

[famousconfessions]

Did you miss me?

Title: Did you miss me? // Ed Sheeran Fanfiction, mature content

Author: @superkatesi & @famousconfessions

Rating: NC-17

Author's note: Sooo @superkatesi and I did a thing. We were just talking and daydreaming and ended up being like "Okay, let's just write something and have some fun with it". We hope you like it and please remember that English is not our first language but we tried our best :D Every kind of feedback is appreciated! So here it goes...

It was 11 a.m. Friday. I was sitting on the floor packing our suitcase for the upcoming trip. Ed’s family was throwing a huge party dedicated to his dad’s birthday. All of Ed’s cousins, aunts and uncles were going to Suffolk for this meaningful day. Ed was about to arrive home and I was buzzing. It had been a while since we seen each other. During the last three months I was completely absorbed into the thoughts of missing this ginger perfection. There were minutes when I was just starring at his guitar that always stands next to his favorite armchair. At those moments, I closed my eyes and tried to depict him sitting there with a cup of freshly – brewed tea, a laptop and a guitar humming a new ballad. But then I realized that it was just me working on a project. Different continents, countries, time zones – all these things couldn’t ruin our love. Love that was neatly wrapped in a blanket of our sleepy mornings, wild nights and all-consuming tenderness. All of a sudden, I heard that someone was knocking on the door. It was Ed.

I got up from the floor, almost stumbling over my own feet while I was trying to get to the door as fast as possible. I just couldn't handle being away from him any longer. My heart was racing in my chest and when I finally saw him, I was so overwhelmed, that tears pooled in my eyes. “Hey baby girl", these three words and him standing right in front of me was just too much. “You are here” was everything I could say, before he pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. It kinda felt like a dream and I couldn't believe that he was actually here in my arms. I've had missed him so much, it was crazy. I didn't know it was possible to miss a person so much that it physically hurt but I learned that the hard way. “Yes, I am, love... and I'm not gonna leave anytime soon”, he said, placing a soft kiss on the top of my head. Smiling I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip. “Thank god, but I wouldn't let you go anyway”, I said, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, before I kissed his lips. It had just been too long... and missing him got harder every time he left for another leg of his never ending tour. But for now he was all mine... at least until we had to leave for that party. It was just so good to have him back, feeling his arms around me, his lips on mine, his amazing scent. God, it was almost too much for me.

I pouted, when he broke away from me to go to the bathroom to probably freshen up a bit.

He looked so casual and a bit tired after a long-distance flight, but all excited. He wore jeans and a black t-shirt that drew my attention to his colorful flexed biceps. He took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes in this childish way that always melts my heart. I heard him screaming from the bathroom: “Did you miss me, love?”. Of course, he knew the answer but wanted to hear it one more time. I’d just wanted to tell him everything that I felt at the moment but there he was, standing next to the door-post. He left his T-shirt somewhere in the hamper. His bright tummy looked like a masterpiece and he had that promising, mischievous look in his eyes. I couldn’t help but come up to him: “Do you really want to know it? Did I miss you? Let me show you, baby boy”. I started trailing my fingers from his bare chest to the auburn scruff on his face that was deliciously tickling my fingers. He pulled me to his naked torso and I felt heat spreading all over my body. He left me speechless.

Actually, I couldn't even put into words how much I missed him so it was probably a better idea to show him. I was kinda nervous now, being so close to him and I was sure it was because I was so excited for him to be back. My whole body was tingling and I just wanted to feel him all over me. Like... he was so close but still too far away. “Go on, love, show me”, his raspy, whispering voice sent shivers down my spine, so I needed a moment, before I was able to put my lips on the rose tattoo on his left shoulder. My lips wandered from there to his neck, then down to the lion on his chest, while my hands rested on his stomach, slowly travelling down to his belt. Ed tilted his head back, anticipating my hands unbuckling it. He is a well-known tease-lover but this time was my turn. I didn’t want to let this little ready-to-go kitten get everything at once, even though I was dying to rip his pants off and admire this pleasurable view. I started giving him feather-light touches in the area where his trousers started visibly tenting. “Please, let me.. I can’t wait anymore...” he whispered under the breath in his full of desire voice. “Don’t be so mea..” he didn’t manage to finish his phrase ‘cause my naughty fingers got under his belt just right into the pants and gave him a short stroke that couldn’t go without noticing. He shut his eyes, exhaled loudly and then grabbed me, put on his shoulder and then down to the sofa. I started giggling and bit his earlobe.

Ed pinned me to the velvet pillows on the couch and frowned his gingerish eyebrows articulating in a mentor-like tone: “Do you think this is funny? I’ve been craving for you all these months...Going to sleep with one single thought - you, and waking up thinking about your body right next to mine. The only thing I want to do during these spare hours before our Suffolk trip...the only thing I want... is your legs wrapped around me and your sweet moans in my ears”. That was the second when I finally lost my mind. His angelic, freckled face with curls on the forehead was just an inch away from mine and... I gave up. My lips crashed on his and it seemed like I’d lived all this time without oxygen and finally started breathing Before I met him I didn't know what it was like to be in love. Well, I thought I knew but this whole thing with him was so different. My feelings for him were so strong that it scared me from time to time. What if someday he left me? What if it didn't work out because of his job? I tried to erase these thoughts from my mind but sometimes I couldn't help but think about that. I loved him so much and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I didn't have a Plan B, so if this would go wrong in the future I wouldn't know how to keep going. Luckily, everything was fine now, he was back and he was all mine right in this second. “You're wearing way too many clothes, babe", he whispered after he broke the kiss and brought me back to reality. After all, reality was now better than dreaming. “Then help me get rid of it", I replied, biting my bottom lip, wiggling under him because I was so impatient. Just a second later I felt his warm, soft hands under my shirt and a small moan escaped my lips. I almost forgot how good his hands felt on me and I couldn't wait for more. I just hoped that he wouldn't play the teasing game with me tonight... but of fucking course he took his time, running his hands over my upper body and before I could complain I felt his lips on my neck, sucking and nibbling and I was pretty sure that I wouldn't get out of this without a hickey.

“I’m going to make you feel incredibly good, love”, he cooed while taking off my shirt. It was a bit chilly in the room but my nipples hardened not because of it but because of his skillful fingers that were dancing round them, twisting and squeezing. He was sitting on me with his eyes traveling from my face to my boobs. I lifted myself on the elbows and started unzipping his jeans. He helped me and threw his pants away standing there only wearing his black Calvin Klein’s. I felt these sparks of electricity and tension between us. He leaned towards me and without any hesitation took my shorts and a thong off. I wrapped my arms around his neck, inhaled this mind-blowing smell and wanted to capture this moment forever in memory. “Please don't ever leave for this long again", I mumbled between huffed breaths and chaste kisses, while I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls... but he just smiled, pressed a few kisses to my cheek, my neck, then travelled down my shoulder, my breasts and down my stomach. My eyes fell shut, I couldn't think anymore and the pure sensation of his lips on my skin was almost enough to send me over the edge. I was hungry for more... a lot more. Talking to him on the phone and texting just wasn't the same as actually feeling him on me.

“I'm here now, love”, I suddenly heard his voice again. “So don't worry”, ohh no, I didn't. He definitely erased every negative thought with what he was doing and he slowly made me lose my mind. His lips wandered even lower, but not where I wanted them the most. Instead he took his time to kiss every inch of my thighs, just letting me wait. Ohh, he would regret that later. He then made his way up again and just when I'd given up hope I suddenly felt his lips and his tongue right there! “Ohh fuck, Teddy”, I gasped, my hands finding his hair again to have something to hold onto. He used his long fingers to spread my folds and put his tongue deeper while rubbing his nose on the most sensual part of my dripping sex. His a bit calloused fingers kneaded every piece of this positively-singing area. My hips started spontaneously buckling straight into his face that was already covered with my juices. “Are u alright, sweet girl? Can’t wait for you to come all over my face?” he growled and started lapping me with a double zeal. Every time, these words, combined with the sexiest accent in the whole world, send me to the sky. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and they travelled from his head to my nipples. Ed noticed my action and gave me the wildest look of his already darkened navy-blue eyes. “Fuck...” I grasped, this man was truly gifted. I saw my impatient boy freeing his well-sculptured cock with one hand and giving it a long slow stroke. He couldn’t wait anymore but didn’t forget about me. Ed started rubbing messy circles on my already intolerably aching clit. This spectacular sight and sensations sent stores of electricity down my lower belly wires. I would've loved to help him out but right now I wasn't able to do anything other than to feel and watch while he touched himself. Every little movement of his fingers brought me closer, I was panting, biting my lip, trying to keep my eyes open because I just wanted to look at him. God, he was the most beautiful human being on earth and he didn't even know.

“Teddy, I'm so close, oh god, I-”, I couldn't finish my sentence, because his lips crashed down on mine but at the same time he stopped touching me and I growled into the kiss. Why the fuck did he stop now? I pushed him away playfully and looked at him puzzled, but this fucking tease just grinned at me. “Don't be mad at me, baby girl, I just don't want to finish you off like that just now”, uggh! I growled at him again, but I couldn't be seriously angry at him... not at all. Funnily, his little game just made me want him even more. I got him to lie on his back and I crawled over him, kissing his lips hungrily, while I felt his throbbing cock twitching against my tummy. “Let's see who's the impatient one here, huh?”, I whispered into his ear, rubbing myself against him. I kissed him again, while my hands travelled over the colorful tattoos on his chest, his belly, further down... and then up again. I took my time, listening to his heavy breathing and soft moans which really, really turned me on... until I finally touched him where he needed me the most. Just fingertips to very sensitive, soft skin but I heard him take a sharp breath and that made me want to tease him some more.

“Do you want more?”, I asked, looking into his eyes while my fingertips kept stroking him. “Yes, please...I want more...”, he whispered, trying to concentrate his attention on my fingers rubbing a pink plush head of his tool. I spit on my palm and spread it all the way down his shaft. It was a long wet stroke that made him tense his belly muscles. Poor boy, he couldn’t last any longer and I decided to stop that sweet torture. I was literally dripping wet and my only wish at that moment was Ed’s cock stretching out my sensitive walls...I was dying to feel every vein on his shaft and his hands all over my buzzing body. I made myself comfortable and started lowering... his twitching head touched and entered my opening just for a sec. I saw Ed’s fists grabbed the blanket that was on the sofa but his eyes were wide-open and focused on that particular moment. I did the same thing one more time but let him feel it for a while. A long primal moan escaped his parted lips. “If you’re going to play with me like this, babe, I will explode in a minute”, he groaned in a begging tone. Okay, these words..this man... his desire.... Without any hesitation I sank all the way down his length... That feeling of him filling me out was just out of this world, especially after such a long time. His head fell back in pleasure and I heard a long, deep growl out of his mouth which turned me on even more. I stopped for a second, getting used to him, before I started moving.

My hands were on his chest for some support, while his grabbed my hips, his fingers digging deep into my skin, guiding me. We soon found the perfect rhythm, just like we always did and even if it sounded weird, I was always glad when that happened because every time he was gone I feared that something between us would change, he would find someone better, he would realize that he didn't want to have a relationship because his career was so engaging. But right now that wasn't the case. It was just us, our love and lust for each other and the perfect unity of our bodies. “Fuck, love... don't stop now”, he groaned and a second later our gazes met. We looked into each other’s eyes and the moment was so intense that I almost exploded right there and then. I definitely didn't think about stopping now, so I increased our pace, his hips meeting mine. I saw stars dancing in front of my eyes with every thrust and when he suddenly started kissing my neck and his fingers found my clit again I just lost it. Everything came crashing down on me and the high carried me away. A few seconds of absolute pleasure, no worries, no pain, nothing... just the pure thrill of ecstasy. My nails were digging deeper into his chest when I felt him twitch inside of me and my walls clenched around him again, what seemed to send him over the edge, too. His head fell to my chest and he was panting, while we both rode out or orgasms, trying to regain steady breaths. “I love you, baby girl”, I heard him whisper, as I ran my hands through his soft ginger curls. “I love you too... and I'm so happy to have you back”.

A perfect reunion.

We were lying on the couch. I was listening to his heartbeat and he was playing with my hair. I looked around: my table covered with papers, our photos on the wall, his armchair with the guitar next to it and a half-way-through packed suitcase...wait?!.. “Ed, Ed! We’re going to be late for your dad’s B-Day party!” I exclaimed grabbing my t-shirt and trying to put on my shorts at the same time. I heard Ed answering his phone: “Hi, mum...we are on our way...”

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Mission Compromised

Request/Prompt(s): 5 & 12? Bucky x reader? Pretty pleaseee i love your work sooo much

5.      “That’s not your real name.” 12.   “I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up?”

Warnings: Swearing, mild mission-related violence

Word Count: 2987

“Okay, Natasha cannot be serious,” you complained, stepping out of the hotel bathroom. You were too busy tugging on the hem of the dress, trying to will it to grow more fabric to notice how Bucky's eyebrows arched and his bright blue eyes snapped wide for the briefest moment. “How am I supposed to lift anything in this?”

Bucky laughed, locking the loaded clip into the magazine of his gun and holstering it low behind his back. He stepped forward, untwisting the strap on your shoulder. His icy metal hand on your skin felt like electricity. It sent a lightning bolt of nerves fluttering down your spine.

“I think it serves its purpose,” he smirked, looking down at you, still standing incredibly close. The cold prosthetic knuckles slid across your shoulder as he followed the line of the strap. “Nat is all about distraction.”

“Yeah well I am all about options!” you huffed, tugging at the skin tight fabric covering your stomach and thighs. “There are no options here! Where am I supposed to put his phone in this thing so I can slip off and bug it? I don't feel any pockets!” you snapped, frantically running your hands over your sides, giving in to the dramatics. Bucky's smirk never faltered as his eyes flashed following your hands. He chuckled softly watching you panic. “I don’t see any pockets! Do you see any pockets?!”

He reached out again and placed a hand on your hip, holding onto you before stepping back slightly. He made a show of looking you up and down which had you rolling your eyes and smacking his shoulder. “Nope, no pockets,” he agreed with a cheeky grin.

“You're not helpful at all,” you groaned flopping on your back on the bed and crossing your forearms over your eyes.

You felt the bed sink beside you, and a large hand at the curve of your waist. Bucky's thumb wept comforting swirls over your ribs. Or at least he meant them to be comforting, in truth they were just distracting. “You don't have to do this, doll. We can back out now if you don’t think this is going to work. Or we can do it another day and go get you some new clothes.”

You groaned and dropped your arms, reaching up to tuck some of the hair falling in Bucky’s eyes behind his ear, trying to find the courage.

“But I guarantee if this guy is interested in women at all, he's not going to be worried about your pockets or where the hell his phone is or isn't.”

“Really?” you asked, twisting the end of one of the pieces of his hair in your fingers. You stared at your fingers, seeking comfort from the familiar feel.

“Guaranteed.”

Bucky curled his hand around yours, stopping your idle worrying as he leaned down to kiss you. As the gentle press of his lips worked against yours he let your joined hands drop to his shoulder. Slowly the tension began to melt away and you responded to his movements, your lips pressing and pulling on his as your fingertips began slipping across the side of his neck, urging him closer.

His hand slid down the length of your arm, as he leaned impossibly closer. Your body reacted to his touch, rolling into his hand and angling towards him as he continued over your side before gripping your hip. He gently pushed your back onto the mattress as he pulled away.

“You ready to do this?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.

You sighed, swinging your legs and forcing yourself to stand in one quick movement. “Alright, fine.”

You swiped the transmitter for the wire you’d need to wear so Bucky could hear if you needed help and hiked up your dress. The actual wire and microphone had already been carefully taped to your body, now you plugged the end into the transmitter and Bucky helped you tape it high on the inside of your thigh, about the only place it wouldn’t show in this damn dress. When you grimaced at the tug of the tape he placed a soft kiss to your thigh, his stubble scratching the sensitive skin.

“I can’t breathe in this dress, can we please hurry up?” you snapped, irritated by the discomfort and the nerves beginning to rebuild.

You gasped when a sharp smack landed on the back of your thigh, just below the tape, signifying that he was done and the wire was in place. He seemed impervious to your glare as he stood. His hands never left your skin while his hand slipped over your leg and gripped your ass, jerking you flush against him, your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

There was absolutely no avoiding the smirk on his lips when he held you that close, his hands on you like they were. Your glare softened until you returned his smile and tilted your head up to kiss him quickly.

“Well let’s go, then,” he teased.

After a short wait in the lobby, where you’d re-checked the location of your sole firearm, sewn into the small canvas portfolio you carried, you were escorted into the elevator. This was not your first mission, and you knew you needed to find ways to call out your location to Bucky, who was listening through the wire, holed up in the stairwell in case things went sideways.

“Seventh floor,” you mused, “Not exactly the penthouse.” You glanced to the two men who stood half a step in front of you. One glanced your direction, but made no effort at conversation before turning back to the door.

You followed them the entire length of the hallway in silence until they opened the last door on the left, holding it open for you.

“Ooo I take it back, corner suite,” you purred enthusiastically, “I’m betting there’s a great view of the river from here, maybe even a balcony?”

Neither answered, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t really need them to. With a shrug, you entered, following the first man inside, the second following you. Your target stood at the other end of the room, sipping dark liquor form a crystal glass.

“Put your case there,” one of the men nodded to a spot against the wall, “Arms out.”

“Oh you can’t be serious,” you complained, when he moved toward you to pat you down. You rolled your eyes as his hands unceremoniously pressed across your body. “Do you really think there’s room to hide anything in this dress? You could see my underwear if I were wearing any.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, but the man only glared at you, continuing his work. If you had to play out this uncomfortable charade, the least he could do was be equally uncomfortable.

“It’s only protocol, miss,” your target soothed, finally turning towards you. “You understand.”

You only rolled your eyes. “Just watch the hands.”

Sufficiently irritated by the whole experience, the bodyguard glossed over the rest of the search and thankfully missed the transmitter taped to your leg. The man nodded toward your target and held his arm out, gesturing for you to move forward into the room.

“Thank you, Ivan,” the target told the bodyguard. Told, because it was another command, the man nodded again and spun back to the door and stood with hands folded neatly in front of him.

You lifted your portfolio from the second man’s search and proceeded forward, quickly scanning the room for the target’s phone, giving him a once over, looking for any sign of it in his pockets. He guided you toward a table and pulled out your chair.

With an overly sweet smile, you sat, watching him closely as he drew his own chair opposite you.

“So, what have you brought for me?” he asked, leaning back, eyeing you with no small measure of arrogance. Like he was judging you, like you were some supplicating peasant. You loathed this man already.

“A sample,” you simpered, leaning forward to open the portfolio and lifting out a small sketch. It was a series of squiggly lines, loosely forming the curving body of a woman. So distinctly Picasso. Personally, you couldn’t imagine how this damn thing could be worth $200,000 but you didn’t get how one company managed to sell 10 million pumpkin drinks in a year either… Popular culture was a thing you would never understand.

“That wasn’t the deal,” the man seethed, leaning forward, “I’m not here for trifles.”

“It’s only protocol, sir,” you snapped back, sliding the art across the table to him. He seemed to straighten his posture when he saw the thing. “Did you really think I’d walk in here with a $70 million product on our first meeting?”

He leaned back again, seeming to take you in, regarding you through narrowed eyes. “Well I came here to purchase, not to play games.”

“Good,” you hummed, leaning back, matching his energy. “Because you’re going to purchase this sample from me right now, do what you want to test for authenticity, and then I’ll sell you this, tomorrow morning.”

Like magic, his phone pinged with the text. In reality, Bucky had heard his queue and sent the text from a prepaid cell phone. You already knew what it was. He’d sent your target an image of you beside one large, very expensive Picasso painting.

“As you can see, that was taken an hour ago,” you instructed, coolly. “I’m giving you the first chance to buy it because I want your business, but I won’t wait forever. When can you meet tomorrow?”

He pulled his phone from the breast pocket of his jacket, checking his agenda. There it was. You quickly arranged a time. That much was easy, you were never going to make that appointment, so you agreed to the first time he suggested.

“Now, may I use your phone, please?” you asked, but it was more of an instruction. You needed confidence to pull this off. It was insane, in truth. You could practically hear Bucky’s voice in your head asking what the hell you were thinking.

The man looked at you like you’d grown two heads. “What?”

“We have security protocols as well,” you glanced at the guards at the door, “You understand. I need to let my colleagues know we’ve made a successful arrangement here.” You smiled warmly, hoping he’d be reassured and not more suspicious.

He eyed you carefully but slowly handed you the phone. You stood immediately and stepped quickly behind him, pulling the small bug from where it was taped to the inside of your dress. You pretended to dial as you carefully, silently removed the case and slid the bug into place. Then, in case he checked the call log, you dialed the number Bucky had texted from and held the phone to your ear.

“Everything’s in place,” you said quickly.

“Good, get out of there,” came Bucky’s quick reply before you hung up.

You set the phone on the table as you leaned down to take the now empty portfolio, well, nearly empty. Before you could stand, the man’s hand snapped out to grab your wrist. He hissed the name you’d given him for this ruse and your eyes flashed to his face, his eyes were dark and narrowed. Next you glanced around the room, one guard still stood at the door, but the other had moved closer to the end of the table.

“That’s not your real name,” he seethed, shoving you by the shoulder to the chair again.

You could easily have worked out of his grasp and dodged the chair, but at this point you weren’t sure things were lost. So you played along, even as the nearest bodyguard stepped closer to you, hovering over your chair. Clearly, his purpose was to intimidate, but he didn’t intimidate you. You knew Bucky was already climbing the stairs in threes and you had your gun in the portfolio beside you. These three didn’t stand a chance if they tried anything.

“Occupational precaution,” you answered calmly. It hadn’t been a question, but you needed to diffuse this before the entire mission was compromised. “I can’t just walk around giving out business cards with my legal name on it.” You scoffed, easing back into your chair, trying to give off as relaxed an appearance as possible. You waved your hand, rolling your wrist like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do know that this, what we’re doing, is a federal crime, right?”

He seemed annoyed at your petulance, but he eased back into his chair. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he gave a curt nod to the guard behind you.

None of it mattered when the muffled sound of gunfire echoed through the walls. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. When you glanced up your target was tense, leaning forward, back stiff as he looked to the door. The guards had drawn large handguns, one peering through the peephole, looking for the source of the commotion.

“What the hell is this?!” the man demanded, glaring at you.

“My boyfriend,” you mumbled.

It all happened so fast. Everything Bucky did in combat happened fast. He’d slammed a heavy boot into the door, sending it flying inward and smashing into the face of the first guard whose eye was still pressed to the peephole. In the instant you heard the crash you’d torn the sewn up sleeve of the portfolio and withdrawn your own weapon. You’d flipped off the safety and cocked it as you raised it toward the target, daring him to move as Bucky deftly eliminated the men behind you.

You didn’t even glance at Bucky, the shocked expression of the man before you told you enough.

“Which one?” Bucky demanded, glaring at the two unconscious men on the floor.

“Bucky, can you maybe reign in this overprotective boyfriend thing for two seconds?” you snapped, eyes and gun still trained on your target.

“WHO CHECKED THE BAG?!” He yelled, pulling a revolver from his side and making a show of cocking it before aiming it at your target.

“L-left!” he stuttered, eyes wide, staring at the glimmering metal arm of the Winter Soldier before him. “Your left.”

Without another word, Bucky lowered the weapon and walked to the man lying to his right. There was a sickening crunch as Bucky’s boot came down on his hand, then another. “You better watch your fucking hands next time,” he spat.

You rolled your eyes, letting your head drop to the side in irritation as you stood. “Great. Feel better? You’ve compromised this whole damn mission. What the fuck are we supposed to do with him now?” you asked, jerking your gun slightly to gesture toward the target.

“First off, you’re welcome,” Bucky insisted, walking closer to the two of you. He snaked his hand around your waist and kissed your temple

“I’m wel-- Are you serious?” You turned to Bucky, lowering your gun. You were livid. “Bucky, I had this! We were fine. He believed me.” You turned to the target now, “You believed me, right?” He looked completely terrified, glancing quickly from you to Bucky. You didn’t wait for an answer. “You have got to figure out how to let me do my job.”

“You were in trouble and I came and bailed you out,” he defended, grabbing the target roughly by the arm and following you toward the door.

“No, you overreacted because it’s me.” You knelt by one of the guards and quickly rifled through his pockets until you found a set of zip tie restraints. The target wasted no time lifting his hands for you, realizing he was outmatched by the pair of you.

“I was worried about you and I didn’t want to risk it,” he agreed, “Is that such a bad thing?”

You sighed, leading the way to the stiarwell. “No, I suppose it’s a little sweet.” You grinned at him over your shoulder. “But now we’re stuck with a one-off interrogation instead of a constant influx of intel. So you can explain to Steve ‘no intra-team fraternization’ Rogers why this mission went to hell.”

Bucky groaned. “Disappointed Steve is such a punk.”

“You love him,” you deadpanned as you swept low through the exit, taking the last guard to the ground and ramming your elbow into his temple. He was out before he knew what hit him. “We’ll have to tell him about us eventually.”

“You two are deranged,” your target turned hostage squeaked from Bucky’s iron grip, staring at the unconscious figure on the ground.

You immediately rounded on him, your face just an inch from his. You’d decided to play into the chaotic threat idea that was clearly racing through his head right now, it would be advantageous later.

“You realize I just said we’ll be interrogating you, right?” you rolled your head to the side, exaggerating your movements as if you were examining some new toy. After forcing his gaze you smiled broadly and took his chin in your fingers. “That’s okay,” you soothed, “It’s a good thing you’re so talkative. It’ll be easier for you.”

That shut him up. All the color drained from his face as you straightened up, turning to Bucky with a wink.

“I love you, you now that?” Bucky growled as you turned on your heel, leading the way back to the car.

You laughed, smiling at him over your shoulder, “That’s embarrassing.”

“You’re going to pay for that later,” he smirked.

“Ooh I hope so!” you grinned as you slid into the back seat, waiting with your weapon trained on your new passenger while Bucky shoved him in beside you.

As Bucky moved into the driver’s seat and sped off you shifted your legs, tugging on the hem of the dress.

“Seriously though, hurry up and get me home. This dress is killing me.”

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at least kiss me just to shut me up

and there was only one bed.

read on ao3

“Hal did this.”

“Yup.”

Drew and Harrison stood, shoulder to shoulder, mouths gaping, as they looked into the very small room, with one very big bed.

“You take the bed,” Drew said. “I’ll—”

“Sleep in the shower stall?” Harrison snorted.  

Drew hesitated. “I could go ask for another room.”

“With what money?” 

“I have money,” Drew said.

“Okay,” Harrison said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “Or you could just share the bed with me.”

Drew fully turned his body away from Harrison, because he was sure that his face must have been tomato red. “I don’t want to—”

“Right, because I’m so disgusting, you couldn’t possibly share a bed with me.”

Harrison dropped himself onto the bed, throwing his signature pout in Drew’s direction, as if in jest, but Drew saw it: there was real hurt flashing in his eyes.

“That’s not it at all,” Drew said, quickly. “It’d just be awkward... wouldn’t it?”

Harrison looked him dead in the eye. “Why?”

Because I am so in love with you, I can barely breathe.

“I—” Drew let out a breath and then said, lamely, “I dunno.”

Harrison let out a long sigh, stretching himself across the bed. His shirt pulled up across his stomach, revealing a line of skin across his abs. Drew had to look away. 

“It’s a big bed,” Harrison said. “There’s plenty of room.”

Drew didn’t say anything, his hand pressed against his mouth.

Harrison rolled his eyes, and then threw a pillow at Drew. “Just share the bed with me, you prude. I promise I won’t steal the covers.”

“Fine,” Drew huffed, dropping down onto the bed. “I’m not a prude, by the way.”

“If you say so.”

“And you’re not disgusting.”

“Truly a ringing endorsement.”

 Sharing space with Harrison was weirdly intimate.

It was like a dance, a carefully navigated two-step, of— “Do you want to use the bathroom first or—”  “I can, unless you—” “I’m good, unless you—” – until they’d established that Harrison was going to shower first.

Drew waited, awkwardly sat on the edge of the bed, while he waited for his turn. He’d already sent several indignant texts to Hal, who’d responded exclusively with ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ until Drew had given up sending empty threats and tossed his phone onto the bedside table.

Goddamn Hal. Drew had half a mind to go down to reception and make sure that there actually was a convention for college radio presenters and this wasn’t just an elaborate ruse to get Harrison and Drew to share a bed. He wouldn’t put it past her.

Instead, he stayed perched on the end of the bed, fingers drumming up and down on his knees, trying to get out all the restless energy he’d had since seeing that damn bed, doing his best not to think about Harrison in the room over, shower on, soap running down his bare torso—

--And then he had to slam the pillow over his head to stop himself from thinking dirty thoughts about his co-host, who definitely didn’t feel the same way about him.

He froze for a second when the sounds of the shower stopped, and then threw himself over the bed to grab his phone again, settling himself on one side of the bed and, in an attempt to look casual, scrolling through social media.

Harrison appeared a few seconds later, naked chest only half covered by a towel.

“Forgot my sleep shirt,” he said.

Drew was not gaping. His mouth was definitely not dropping onto the floor.

Was that dribble?

Drew wiped his mouth, grunted an acknowledgement, and then turned and pressed his blushing face into the pillow. 

“...Aren’t you gonna take a shower?” Harrison asked, after a few moments.

“Yes!” Drew sprung up from the bed almost comically, hovering in place for a few moments before remembering that he needed his wash bag and pyjamas. He dithered about the room for a bit, all too aware of Harrison’s eyes, hot on his back, tracking him around the room.

Drew escaped to the bathroom, all but slamming the door behind him. He let himself stand for a moment, head bent back against the door as he let out a long sigh.

He showered slowly, zoning out as the water ran over him. He didn’t know how long he’d been in there, but when he stepped out of the shower, the room was filled with steam, the mirror fully fogged over. 

When he finally left the bathroom, Harrison was on the bed, hair tousled and damp from the shower. There was something different about freshly-showered Harrison. His cheeks were pink, his hair fluffy, and Drew wanted nothing more than to pull him into his arms and never let go.

He pushed that thought to the back of his mind, trying to swallow the dryness out of his mouth as he slipped down onto his side of the bed. He was suddenly very aware of his own body, stiff and awkward. Harrison seemed both too close and impossibly far away. Drew’s heart thudded out of control.

“Sooo,” Harrison said, the first to break the silence. “I guess we should sleep?”

Drew swallowed. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Right. Okay.”

Mechanically, the two of them pulled themselves into bed. Harrison flipped off the light and then they both just lay there in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling.

A long silence passed between them.

“Drew?” Harrison’s voice was soft against the quiet.

“Yeah?”

“What are we doing?”

“...Sleeping?”

Harrison sighed. “Are you going to hang onto the edge of the bed and never get any closer to me all night?”

Drew stilled. “Do you... want me to get closer?”

“Drew,” Harrison said, saying his name in that way that always made goose bumps prickle up on Drew’s skin.

His fingers found their way to Drew’s cheek, and Drew’s heart thudded as they traced across his chin, tilting his face so that their eyes met. Harrison’s eyes were shining in the darkness.

Like a magnet, Drew found himself pulled towards Harrison, his hands fumbling in the dark to get himself closer, until they were inches apart.

“Harrison,” Drew whispered, almost reverently. “Can I...?”

Harrison answered by closing the gap between them, meeting Drew in a gentle kiss, the barest brush of their lips together. 

They parted for a mere second, a looking flashing between the two of them, before Drew surged forwards, his fingers carding their way through Harrison’s hair, kissing him fiercely. Harrison responded by wrapping his arms around Drew’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest, feeling like, no matter how close they got, it wouldn’t be close enough.

Eventually, they pulled apart, breathless, still clinging onto each other, their foreheads pressed together.

“Thank God,” Harrison quipped as soon as he could speak. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that since we saw the bed.”

Drew let out a laugh. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first radio show.”

“I’ve been wanting you to do that since I first heard you on the radio.”  

The two giggled, holding onto each other for dear life, all the tension from earlier leaking out and dissipating into the air.  

They let themselves sink back into a bed, and for a while, sat in contented silence, Drew running his fingers through Harrison’s hair and looking down at him like he’d hung the moon.

“Can I ask you something?” Harrison said.

“Yeah.”

“What took you so long?”

Drew sighed, bending his head to rest in the crook of Harrison’s shoulder, brushing his lips against the skin there, his arm looping around Harrison’s waist to hold him close.

“Never felt good enough, I suppose,” he admitted.

Harrison’s grip on Drew tightened. “You know I think that you’re worth the world, right?”

“Sometimes,” Drew confessed, “you’d talk about Cal, like he was everything you wanted, and that was nothing I could be so I just—”

“Hey,” Harrison said gently, stopping Drew before he could finish his sentence. “Cal represented a lot of what I thought I wanted. But it wasn’t Cal sitting next to me every Tuesday and Thursday. It wasn’t Cal who laughed at my jokes, argued with me about the silliest things, saw me, the real me. Cal couldn’t do that. Cal isn’t you.”

“Actually,” Drew said, the confession he’d been wanting to make for months finally burning on his tongue. “He is.”

Harrison blinked. “What?”

“I’m Cal. Humans of Sidlesmith is written by me.”

Harrison just stared.

His heart seizing up like he suddenly felt like he’d said the wrong thing, Drew began to babble. “I know I should have told you but I was just so scared that if I did, you wouldn’t want me for me, not all the bad bits anyway, not all the flawed messy parts of me, not that part of me that’s grumpy and jaded and belligerent, you’d only want the flowery, romantic part of me, and I couldn’t stand it—”

Harrison cut him off by pressing their lips together, kissing him gently until the tension flooded out of Drew.

“I want you, Drew,” Harrison said. “I want you. I want the good days, and I want the bad days. I want all the messy parts of you, as long as you’ll have all the messy parts of me. I want romantic Drew, I want non-romantic Drew, I want tired Drew, I want sad Drew, I want every part of you that you’re scared for me to see. I want you because you’re you, because you’re smart, and funny and because you get me, and you see me, and when I’m with you, I feel like the best version of myself. I don’t want you because of some column you write. I don’t want Cal. I want you.”

“Harrison,” Drew whispered, heart pounding hard in his chest.

“So, that’s what I want,” Harrison said, brushing their foreheads together again. “What do you want?”

Drew couldn’t answer – for all those columns he’d written, all those moleskines he’d filled with his scrawl, this time, he just didn’t have the words.

Instead, he pulled Harrison close and kissed him hard, not so much kissing as it was pressing his obnoxious grin against Harrison’s lips. Harrison responded in kind, the two practically giggling as they kissed, and kissed and kissed, caressing each other, hands roaming everywhere.

Eventually, they needed air, the two settling down in the bed, Drew’s arms around Harrison, holding him close to his chest. Their legs were entangled, their fingers twined together. There wasn’t a part of Drew that didn’t want to be connected to Harrison in that moment, perfectly, wonderfully intertwined.

“Drew,” Harrison whispered, a smile in his voice, “who’s gonna tell our radio audience?”

Drew groaned. “Hal is going to be so smug.”

“She is?”

“She’s been dropping hints about me and you since the very first broadcast.”

“Oh, really?” Harrison said, with a grin. “You know what that means, right?”

“What does that mean?”

Harrison’s fingers tightened around Drew’s. “That we’re inevitable.” 

There was a pause.

“That was so cheesy I can’t even take you seriously,” Drew said, flatly.

“Ha,” Harrison said, grinning wide. “You can’t hide it from me anymore, not now that I know you’re a secret romantic. You probably love cheesy lines like that. I bet they make you swoon.”

“I don’t swoon,” Drew said, indignantly.

“Maybe not,” Harrison said, “but you do blush.”

He twisted around in Drew’s arms and pressed a kiss to his nose, triumphant grin on his face. 

He wasn’t done.

“Hey,” he said, that grin of his stretching wider that Drew thought possible. “You know, There’s Only One Bed is the biggest trope of all.”

And for that, Drew had to kiss him.

Just to shut him up, of course.

[tattoosandporcelain-blog]

Coree Marx‎ to Barron Presley While Barron had been away that day, Coree spent the first hour in bed, holding his pillow, drawing in his scent, wearing his shirt, remaining as close to him as she possibly could. Eventually, it came to her. There was so much on the table, so many emotions and desires between them that couldn't be turned off, yet they needed something incredibly normal. She got up and out of bed, taking a shower, and headed to the new apartment. Most of her things had already been moved in as she had to be out of her own apartment by the end of the week and couldn't afford both. The rent on this place would even be beyond her own budget, yet it was never supposed to be just her there. Hoping that weekend that they would start moving him in, she couldn't wait to see his things mixed in with her own. She needed to spend the day in the space she had rented for them with both of them in mind. A place that was thirsty for memories, deciding to inject the space with their first one.

A couple hours passed before she was sending him a text. "I hope you have had a better day. I missed you greatly. I have a surprise for you. Meet me at the new apartment when you're done for the day. I love you and I'll see you soon!"

Barron Presley Getting the text while he was halfway through lunch, he read it. The notification no doubt coming up as read as he typed up a few letters. Backspacing. He'd get there in good time as he finished his lunch and dragged his book bag over his shoulder. Beginning his walk with headphones over his ears as this walk to the new location was much shorter all in all. Fingers dancing in his pockets to find that new key.

Coree Marx Within the apartment, she had been hard at work. Although ninety percent of her things were not where they would ultimately belong, the dining room was done. The table from her own apartment was the stand in until they decided what to do with duplicate pieces of furniture, but that would come in due time. For now, simple.

Unaware that he had been to lunch already, she had take out there on the table's surface along with a cheesy candle burning to the center of the table. A date of sorts in a space that was officially theirs. Never hearing a return text from him, each minute that passed was one more that would strike her as she tried to remain hopeful.

Sitting at the table, she wore a white lace dress that drew in behind her shoulders. Very light make up graced her features. She sat barefooted, watching the candle burn at the center of the table, biting softly against her lower lip. Checking her phone, she'd see the read receipt, knowing that he had gotten her message, now hoping he would come, though not knowing just when that would be.

Barron Presley Getting the text while he was halfway through lunch, he read it. The notification no doubt coming up as read as he typed up a few letters. Back spacing. He'd get there in good time as he finished his lunch and dragged his book bag over his shoulder. Beginning his walk with headphones over his ears as this walk to the new location was much shorter all in all. Fingers dancing in his pockets to find that new key.

Coree Marx Within the apartment, she had been hard at work. Although ninety percent of her things were not where they would ultimately belong, the dining room was done. The table from her own apartment was the stand in until they decided what to do with duplicate pieces of furniture, but that would come in due time. For now, simple.

Unaware that he had been to lunch already, she had take out there on the table's surface along with a cheesy candle burning to the center of the table. A date of sorts in a space that was officially theirs. Never hearing a return text from him, each minute that passed was one more that would strike her as she tried to remain hopeful.

Sitting at the table, she wore a white lace dress that drew in behind her shoulders. Very light make up graced her features. She sat barefooted, watching the candle burn at the center of the table, biting softly against her lower lip. Checking her phone, she'd see the read receipt, knowing that he had gotten her message, now hoping he would come, though not knowing just when that would be.

Barron Presley Fishing out the key as he'd approach the apartment subsequently more expensive then her out yet never seeing it up close and personal. He had speculated about the neighborhood and concluded that it might just be more than what they were used to.

Following the number on the key, the man took up the stairs to locate the correct level and apartment. Key in the door as he guided the unfamiliar structure open into that main dining area. Eyes examining all that was there including her as the door closed behind him.

Coree Marx She didn't hear a key in the door. But as the door pushed opened, she lifted her head, a smile taking her a moment later as her eyes found his. Not surprised that he came, but relieved all at the same time, she rose to her feet from the table to cross the space to meet him. "Hi," she offered, a wide smile now to her features. With no hesitation or reservation, she wrapped her arms around him the moment he turned around from closing the apartment door. Both arms drew tight around him as her lips found the side of his neck, pressing a kiss there as one hand slipped up against the back of his head. "I missed you so freaking much today," she confessed honestly as she held onto him in that moment.

Barron Presley "Hi." Dropping his bag onto the floor in the way that she hated before her arms would find him. Feeling her lips to his neck as it was maybe the best thing she could have done for him. Hearing her confession where he'd hum softly. "I don't know why." He'd admit to himself as his eyes would scan over what she had started.

Coree Marx As she held onto him, her lips still there to his neck as she drew in his scent, not even bothered by the bag dropping to the floor. "Because," she reasoned as it was all she wanted. She could take anything, but not their separation. Finally slipping back, yet not letting her arms fall from around his neck. Meeting his eyes, there was a smile to her lips, something that had been lacking that morning. "I got lunch," she offered, looking forward to their first meal in their new place.

Barron Presley "I see that. Looks good." He'd answer upon her pointing out what she got. Her attempt and her energy put into this would at least convince him to lay down his arms before coming down to the negotiation table. Looking over her smile, his eyes seemed to snag on it as it was a rare sight these few weeks. "This place is really nice too." He'd admit

Coree Marx Hearing him mention the place, her eyes brightened as she drew back from the embrace if only to turn around in front of him, bringing his arms to wrap around her. "Let me show you our place," she offered, her energy nearly back on point to what it had been before she fucked everything up with talks of marriage in front of other people. Guiding him through the 1500 square foot space, he'd seen the dining room, kitchen, and living room by his entry, but not the two bedrooms and two bathrooms. Walking with her back to his chest, bringing him along with her, she'd guide him to what would be their room first. The apartment boasting 10 foot ceilings, hardwood floors, and floor to ceiling windows on the exterior walls, lighting was of no issue and the view was incredible as they were up so high within the building. "So this is our room," she stated as she brought him within, looking up over her shoulder to get that instant reaction from him.

Barron Presley "Been waiting to say that." He'd tease as she began her tour of the space. Only able to run a mental calculator of the small fortune this place would have to run them as he whistled sharply. Watching as she mentioned /their/ room, she netting as his highs were down to the hardwood. "You mean your room?" He'd ask, considering there were two of them and both of them could hardly be theirs.

Coree Marx "No, I mean our room," she stated honestly as she had every intention of having nothing in the entire place be just hers. She didn't want anything in her life to be just hers anymore. She wanted 'ours' and she wanted it all with him. "I just got paid for Little Big Town's recording of my song, sooo I thought maybe we could go furniture shopping this weekend for bedroom furniture together," she offered, giving up the fact that she'd be letting go of her furniture for theirs. Guiding him out of the room, still remaining with her back pressed to his chest, keeping herself close to him as it was far more intimate of a tour that way, she brought him to the opposite side of the apartment where a slightly smaller room existed, though it was not considered small in any way. "And this is your space," she stated, not referring to it as his room at all, but the area that he could lock himself away any time that he needed to while knowing she'd be right there when he came out just like she always was. Lifting her eyes up to his once again, she bit against her lower lip. "So, what do you think?"

Barron Presley Watching her expose the second space, it was far too big to be his hideaway. He needed a small area. Seclusion. A nest. Thus why the bathroom had always worked best yet they would see in the wake of the next wake of feel bad what worked. "I think...how much is the damage?" He'd confess, that which would effectively decide whether he liked it past appearances sake yet he wasn't too sweet on the idea of her using her savings on furniture.

Coree Marx He'd still have his bathroom there within the room, as well as a closet should he need something tighter fitting. She'd done her best to consider him as her top priority in choosing the apartment and only hoped he'd find it to be suitable. Hearing his question as her eyes found his, she turned around in his arms, bringing hers to wrap around the man's neck. "It is almost equal to what you are currently paying with what I was paying for our separate places. It's going to be about a hundred dollars more a month," she confessed, having wanted to find something that would be as close to the same as their combined rents so it wouldn't hurt either of them financially.

Barron Presley "So that's after the blowjob." He answered honestly, having a hard time rationalizing how it was in the same profit margin as he felt her to his neck. Simply not believing that as it sounded entirely too reasonable.

Coree Marx Tilting her head to the side, she shook her head slightly, her eyes remaining there to his. "Nooo," she returned as she would never and he knew it. "The paperwork is somewhere on the kitchen counter under some boxes I brought over from my place. Read the lease and you'll see. The price is locked in for a year and then it could go up, but for the next twelve months, this is it. So now, what do you think?"

Barron Presley "Still think someone's getting blown." He seemed to sing at her as she mentioned the lease, nodding gently as his eyes passed through. "I think maybe we could turn that back room into a spare bedroom/ office...can pick up some more tutoring gigs on campus for some extra money for furniture and towards rent."

Coree Marx Eyeing him at his suggestion about someone getting blown, swallowing back her comment in the matter, but only as he went on with his suggestions for the apartment. Nodding her head, she'd easily go along with his thoughts in the matter as that room and bathroom were only there for him and to make sure he did have a place to go when he needed to. "They're saying that song is gonna be huge and the royalties from it might just pay the rent for the year even," she stated honestly, yet if he was determined that he wanted to help on the price of the furniture, she wouldn't fight him, yet she wanted to do this for them at the same time. Lifting to her toes, she'd press her lips to his, her hand finding the back of his neck, relieved that he liked the apartment, drawing back a moment later. "Tutoring gigs and I'll sell my furniture from the other apartment to help. If we do this, we do it 50/50," she suggested, meeting him halfway and leaving the savings for safe keeping for the moment.

Barron Presley "I want you to keep your savings." He dictated, just incase. Feeling her snag his lips though too lost in his thoughts to expect it as he felt her to the back of his neck. Meeting her eyes, he'd nod simply. "Yeah."

Coree Marx As the two met in a compromise, the woman could not have possibly been any happier, only furthering the smile she'd held throughout what was a tour of their apartment. Knowing they'd need to get to their lunch at the table before it was completely cold, she couldn't resist the urge to press her lips to his once more, finding something solid in the midst of what had been a rough few days. "Baby, I love you," she whispered to his lips before her kiss was pressed to his lips once again, this time holding the gesture without the need to draw back again.

Barron Presley Feeling her return to her lips as his hands found her sides. Slipping up to the bottom of her ribcage where he'd hold her. Pressing his lips back to hers as she'd be mindful to be gentle with him. He had a tendency to take things from 1 to 10 when he didn't feel like communicating yet still at the constant, unable to be satisfied need for intimacy without talking. Unable to achieve it any other way and knowing the act was unhealthy and something he'd need to work on. Drawing back, the man would meet her eyes as his nose nudged hers. "I love you too."

Coree Marx Feeling him drawing back for the exchange of the kiss for the nudging of his nose to hers, her smile was back to her lips in a single moment. Hearing the returned sentiment, her hand found the side of his face, her thumb passing gently over the structure of his jaw as she allowed herself that moment at his eyes. This was it in its simplicity. The thing that was constant despite anything and everything the two would ever face. Wanting to say it again and again as there was nothing quite like proclaiming it to him or hearing it in return, yet running the risk of it sounding ridiculous for her to say again, though it radiated there through her eyes that were fixed upon his. Lifting towards him again, her lips pressing to his once more while feeling the hold of his hands there to her sides, her own arms wrapping fully around his neck as she was quickly losing interest in the food on the table and gaining interest in being close to him after all the week had held for the two, needing to feel him there with her, mind, body, and soul, as the two found even ground once more in a space that was officially theirs.

Barron Presley Watching her as she seemed to weigh her options before her lips were back to his. Hands still to hers as he'd press his lips back to hers. Knowing it was merely emotional remnants echoing from her as he could call most of her processes before she could issue them by this point. Hands sweeping down to her hips where he held her in.

Coree Marx As his hands settled on her hips, her own arms were tightening around his neck as her lips pressed firmly into his. The hunger in her kiss was something of a rarity as her kiss normally held a gentleness about it, but this held something altogether different; passion. With one hand to the back of his head, the other found the back of his neck, drawing herself to press fully against him. A soft hum passed her lips there against his, nearly telling him that she didn't think they were going to be eating lunch.

Barron Presley Feeling her to his lips and neck. One was a steady harmony while the other a sporadic and sudden melody all working together. Ready to give the warning yet it felt too damn good to attempt.

Coree Marx Holding onto him, she couldn't draw back. The exchange of her lips there to his was the most honest expression in the world. Her heart raced within her chest as her tongue passed to smooth against the part of his lips, requesting something deeper and giving up on lunch entirely.

-February 24, 2017

[searchingwardrobes]

CS Valentine's One Shots: Day Eight

Prompt: First “I love you”

I don’t know if this qualifies as canon or canon divergent. I think of it as “filling in a plot hole.” Dark Hook’s words to Emma in Broken Heart about how he always said it first made no sense. After all, from what we saw on screen Emma said it first and Killian had only ever said it indirectly. I know some people explain it by saying the darkness twists truth, but I got to thinking about all those “off screen conversations” A&E are always saying happened. And in Operation Mongoose, all Emma said was that she never told him how she felt. Maybe he threw the “L” word around all the time . . .

And warning: this got a little angsty, especially the ending. I swear I’m not doing this on purpose . . .

Three Little Words

Three Times Killian Jones told Emma Swan he loved her and one time he didn’t.

One: First Date

              The sea always calmed Killian, and while calm was an odd way to feel when he was finally on a date with Emma Swan, it was the best word he could use to describe how he felt right now. Despite his worries over his supposedly cursed hand, despite the ice witch who was out there somewhere, Killian felt deliciously content in this moment. Emma’s hand was in his, he could hear the soothing beat of the waves beneath the docks, and Emma’s hair glittered like gold in the moonlight.

              She let go of his hand to lean against the railing of the boardwalk, and as she did, he noted the elegant curve of her neck, the way her ponytail swished against her shoulder blades, the almost girlish way she popped her foot and dug her toe into the old, wet boards. She shivered, and he inwardly berated himself for not thinking of the dropping temperatures or her bare shoulders (aside from admiring her soft skin, that is).

              He shrugged out of his leather jacket and quickly draped it over her. “Here love, you have more need of this than I do.”

              Emma accepted it gladly with a soft thank you, slipping her arms into the sleeves and hugging her torso. She was uncharacteristically vulnerable tonight, and he hoped that was because she felt safe with him.

              She shivered still as she drew the jacket tighter around herself, and Killian came closer to wrap his arms around her from behind. She sighed and leaned back into him. Words didn’t seem necessary for the moment as they simply stood there, wrapped up in one another, gazing at the stars. Killian lowered his head to nuzzle into her neck, the scent of her shampoo making his heart thud loudly in his chest.

              “I love you,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was the quiet, or her softness in his arms, but the words just slipped out.

              She stiffened slightly, and he held his breath, fearful that he had spoken too soon. She turned, still in the circle of his arms, her face flushed, eyes shining and darting to and fro. The moment stretched out, marked by the undulating sound of the waves below.

              Finally, she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back, knowing it was the only answer she could give. At least for now.

Two: Valentine’s Day

              “Swan!” Killian shouted, as he burst into the loft. His fear ratcheted up a few more notches when he saw that the place was empty. It had been weeks since the Crocodile left town, and therefore weeks since there had been a crisis, but Emma’s text message had him falling right back into that mode. He glanced down at his screen to read the message again.

              Come to the loft. Hurry.

              He heard a laugh from the top of the stairs, and when he lifted his gaze from his phone, he saw Emma standing there, a bright smile on her face. Killian let out a huge sigh of relief as he pocketed his phone.

              “Bloody hell, Swan, you scared me to death!”

              “I scared Captain Hook?” she teased, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head. “Yay me. Now get up here, pirate.”

              Killian did as she asked without further complaint. Belle had teased him about being whipped, and when she explained to him what that meant, he couldn’t really argue. He’d traded his ship for this woman, jumped through a time portal for her. Anything else was a trifle, really.

              When he reached the second floor of the loft, Emma stood in front of her bathroom door with her hands behind her back grasping the doorknob. She wore an eager grin and there was delight shining in her eyes.

              “Do you know what today is?”

              Killian scratched his jaw with the curve of his hook. “Aye, Valentine’s Day, a holiday which requires Granny to decorate the diner with tacky red hearts and naked babies with bows and arrows.”

              Emma chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, I know, it’s kind of cheesy. But you’ve done so much for me, I wanted to do a little something for you . . . so . . . “

              With that she flung the door open, simultaneously grabbing his hook and pulling him through the door. The claw foot tub in the corner was filled to almost overflowing with big, frothy bubbles.

              “It’s a bubble bath,” Emma explained, shaking his arm excitedly. “You were so thrilled with showers, and my parents said there were no bubble baths in the Enchanted Forest, not like this, sooo  . . ta-da!”

              Killian grinned at the thought she had apparently put into this. He approached the tub cautiously, dipping his hand in to find the water invitingly warm. It was difficult to keep water at such a perfect temperature back in the Enchanted Forest. He glanced around and also saw candles burning all over the room.

              “Come on,” Emma said, yanking on his arm, “before the water gets cold and the bubbles disappear.”

              She had already yanked off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. He was blushing, which was slightly embarrassing. “You, uh, talked to your parents about this?”

              Emma rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned his vest. “Are you kidding? My dad would have a coronary. After he pulled his gun on you, that is. I just asked for a few hours without the baby. I think mom suspected something, but my dad seems to be a little clueless about that sort of thing. Or at least when it involves me.”

              Killian’s vest was cast aside, and he watched Emma as she worked on the buttons of his shirt. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she worked them. “How do you do this with one hand?” She muttered. “These buttons are tiny.”

              Killian cleared his throat nervously as he closed his hand around Emma’s, “I think I can handle it from here.”

              “No way, sailor,” Emma corrected him with a heated stare, “that tub is big enough for two.”

              His blush only increased as he gazed into her eyes. Not only was this a new step in their own relationship, but it was a level of intimacy he had never shared with anyone after losing his hand. Sex became nothing more than a rough, quick release with nameless, faceless women who craved a night to forget just as much as he did. While some women had seen him without his hook, no living person had seen him without his brace since that horrible, painful day on his ship so long ago. And he hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was ashamed.

              “Emma,” was all he managed to choke out as he rubbed his thumb nervously along the inside of her wrist. He wasn’t sure how to put what he was feeling into words. He just stood there, staring at the floor and clenching his jaw.

              “Hey,” Emma said softly, reaching up with both hands to cup his face. She eased his chin up until his eyes met hers, and what he saw there stole his breath. Understanding. Patience. And above all, acceptance. She ran her thumbs wordlessly across his cheeks for a moment, then her hands drifted down to finish the buttons. She eased his shirt off his shoulders and one arm, then carefully worked the other sleeve around his hook. Then she ran her hand over the leather straps, almost as if she were admiring them.

              “It’s okay,” she whispered as she unbuckled them. Her voice soothed him, but he still closed his eyes as she eased the brace completely from his torso. He kept them closed as her hands mapped his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Then she was cradling his stump in both hands, running her thumbs over the scars. His eyes finally opened to see her do what he had thought was unthinkable. She lifted his arm to her lips and placed a soft kiss at the end of it. His own breath came out in a shaky hiss.

              “It’s okay,” she said again, pressing his stump against her to rest between her breasts. She stepped closer, her free arm encircling his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, his bad arm wedged between them.

              Killian, almost overcome with the tenderness of the moment, brought his hand up shakily to run his one hand through her hair. He lowered his face to breathe in the softness of her hair. “I love you so much,” he told her huskily.

  ��           She lifted her head to look at him, her mouth agape. Her eyes were awash with intensity, and he waited with bated breath for her words to come.

              But Emma’s expression changed to a smirk as she yanked at the zipper of his jeans instead.

  Three: The Cabin in the Woods

              He stands there, simply gazing at her in amazement. He can’t believe she doesn’t know. Tears prick at his eyes. Is it that hard for her to believe she’s enough?

              “Don’t you know, Emma?” he finally manages to say around the lump in his throat. “It’s you.”

              The look on her face almost kills him. So shocked and full of wonder. They are drawn together slowly, tenderly, and as he kisses her, he can taste a tear in the corner of her mouth. He turns to kiss the salty path on her cheek.

              “I love you,” he breathes against her petal soft skin.

              She just buries her face in the crook of his neck and sighs.

  Four: The Loft

              One moment, lowly deckhand Hook feels cold steel slice through skin, muscle, and sinew. He reaches his one hand out to Emma Swan, regretting that he hadn’t grabbed hold of the moment offered him earlier. That he hadn’t leaned down and kissed her. Because no one has ever looked at him that way before. And no one has ever looked as devastated as Emma Swan does right now as he falls to the ground, the life bleeding out of him.

              The next moment, his eyes are opening and he’s on his back on a hardwood floor. He’s Captain Hook again. No, he’s Killian Jones, hero and the man who loves Emma Swan. He smiles. They did it. Henry and Emma did it!

Henry! He leaps to his feet, ignoring the groans of Snow and David still on the floor behind him as he races upstairs to be sure the lad is ok. He doesn’t even have time to look for the boy when Emma bursts in, “Hook!” the first word on her lips.

              He can tell she’s frantic and distraught, so he plays cocky and comedic. It was the right choice, as her face lights up with joy. She comes racing up the stairs, his given name now spoken with delight as she tackles him with a hug. It takes him by surprise when she tumbles with him onto the bed, knocking the breath out of him in the process. But he delights in the weight of her pressing him into the mattress and he enjoys it even more when she pins his arms on either side of his head, propping herself up to grin down at him. He really wishes her parents weren’t right downstairs.

              “Didn’t mean to frighten you, love,” he tells her, “when I woke, I came up here to check on your boy.”

              “He’s fine, Henry’s fine . . . “ She trails off, her smile faltering, and her eyes getting a sort of far-off look.

              Concerned, he sits up, his forehead creasing as he searches her suddenly pale expression. “What is it, love?”

              “It’s just . . . when I saw you die . . . I was afraid I would never get to tell you . . . “

              Killian thinks he knows where she’s going with this. He understands her walls, her fears, her insecurities. Mostly because he’s felt them too. He tries to encourage her, but feels he only succeeds in plastering a ridiculously broad grin on his face.

              “To tell you . . . thank you.”

              For a brief moment, his heart drops all the way to his stomach. He died for her, and still she holds back. But he swallows down the hurt and disappointment. It has to be on her terms, he only wants it on her terms, and so he smiles. He barely hears the rest of her babbling thank you.

              “All in a day’s work for a hero,” he tells her when she finishes. She presses her forehead to his, burying her fingers in his hair. He wonders if she expects him to say it like he always does: I love you. But this time, he can’t. 

              Killian Jones is a patient man. One day, perhaps, she’ll simply say it. Those three little words he longs to hear from her lips.