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birdsinmywalls · 10 months ago

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Ok so I want to start by saying that I have not seen Top Gun and I truly don’t know who this guy is beyond random photos I catch on tumblr. Normally I wouldn’t read something for a character I don’t know because it’s hard to really get an idea of who they are or what they sound like without the context of the movie. HOWEVER, I have seen you and some other people I follow post so many things at “Bob-BrainRot hour” and “Big Dick Bob” and such that I thought I would give this fic a try when it came across my dash. I was NOT disappointed. I think it helps that I love your writing already but I loved how he had these two personalities coming out like he was all quiet in the beginning and pretending he didn’t notice all these things about her but then things got started and he couldn’t stop talking and was full of himself and knew he could make her feel good. I will be looking into more fics on this man because you have sold me on him. Here were my favorite lines and why:

“Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.” *evil laugh* I love when friends to lovers starts off with something like this. The more oblivious the better lol

“Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?” GIRL YOU GUESS?!? I’m on bobs side on this one. I’m flabbergasted

“So instead of eating you out, which would actually be enjoyable on your end, you're telling me they just stuck their hand down there and hoped they were rubbing your clit? You didn't ever ask them to do something else?” this is so funny to me I’m loving this guy

“Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.” ALERT: FIRST CONTACT

“You don't have to wait.” GIRL IM SHOOK

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.” I meeeannnn I say go for it 🤷‍♀️

“Do you want it to be different?” OOOP

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice.” This man is GOING IN Reader!!! Take the plunge!

“Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.” OMG WARPED TOUR?! I’m totally dead right now. That has me laughing. Fellow scene kids unite!

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.” Is it weird to be excited for a fictional girl? Because her world is about to get rocked with real foreplay and getting ate out and I’m like a cheerleader mom being like “ITS GUNNA BE GREAT YOU GO GIRL”

“How could he do that so quickly?” That would be the foreplay girlie and your undying love for him helps too

“Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it. Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.” Great detail and funny line!

“How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?” 😂

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.” Betsey clearly has a talent she should be capitalizing on lol I also think that would be such a funny thing to reach out to someone about “Hey betsey! I know I haven’t spoken to you since 10th grade gym class but I wanted to confirm that bob does indeed have a big dick” if I was Betsy I would eat that text up lol just girls being girls

“Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.” The tiny crossed out font for “and his huge dick” is great

“I don't want you to go.” love that we are expressing how we feel instead of holding onto it for a miscommunication issue later! Lots of fics fall into that trap this is very refreshing!

“The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.” Your writing is always so amazing and full of great humor

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?” Where can one acquire this man because he’s great!

Ruin the Friendship- Bob Floyd

Warnings: Best friends to lovers trope, it’s so obvious they love each other they’re stupid, language, filth, some angst (why not?), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), Bob being pussy drunk.

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This is for @attapullman's Bob Fucks celebration!

When you've been friends with someone since preschool, you get to know them like the back of your hand. Certain quirks and sayings that no longer surprise you.

“God, I wish that were me.”

It wasn't the first time Bob heard you say that. Usually there was a cute dog around, or a sushi boat being delivered at a restaurant when you said it.

But saying it during an oral sex scene in a movie was new.

It also brought up many questions.

Questions Bob shouldn't ask, considering he's known you since preschool. Questions Bob couldn't ask right now, because he was too preoccupied looking at you.

Your eyes were fixated on the screen, focused on the actress withering. Occasionally, they would dart to the other actor who was between the actress’ thighs. Bob noticed the increased rise and fall of your chest, how your front teeth dug into your bottom lip, how when you lean forward, the v-line cut of your shirt showed off the tops of your breasts. The soft glow of the lamps highlighted the beautiful features on your face.

All things he shouldn’t be noticing about his best friend. But then again, best friends shouldn’t be watching a French film together whose plot line focused on sexual liberation before he went off to Navy boot camp.

Granted, you and Bob haven’t had a conventional best friend relationship in a while, if at all, considering both sets of parents claimed you two promised to marry each other at the age of four.

Promises or not, best friends shouldn’t be one another’s first kiss. Or make out practice partners. Or each other’s New Year's kiss when y'all were single. Or spend Valentine's Day together at the local dinner.

The line between friends and something more was blurry, saved by a comment that ensured the other to think that the feelings that had been brewing weren't reciprocated.

“You’re a good kisser. Kelsey McCoy is going to think so too.”

“If Tommy Delaine doesn't like you, he's a dumbass.”

“I’m sure next year you’ll have someone.”

“If I had to spend it with anyone, I want it to be with my best friend.”

“You’re an amazing friend, you know that?”

Why say that if you harbor romantic feelings? Surely, all those kisses and talk of marriage meant nothing to them.

At least that's what the other thought.

It's because of this blurry line that Bob doesn't bite his tongue, doesn't throw away the comment to be forgotten. Instead, he speaks up.

“Been awhile?”

And because it's Bob, the guy you've known your whole life, the guy you tell everything to, your response rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

“Try never.”

It takes Bob a moment to process your words as the way your lips wrap around the beer bottle is far too distracting. But just like processing a car accident, once it registers, your words bring his brain to a screeching halt.

“Wait, never?” The shrug you give isn’t satisfactory. He grabs the remote to pause the movie, ignoring your cries of protest.

“Real talk; are you saying that no one has ever gone down on you?”

You sigh, regretting saying anything in the first place. One would think that after years of friendship, you’d know well enough that once Bob set his mind to something, he wouldn't relent until satisfied.

You down the remnants of your beer, mentally preparing for this conversation.

“No Robby. I've never had someone eat me out. Happy now?” Reaching for the remote was all in vain, as he just held it further away from you.

Darn those long limbs.

“But you've been with people…..so what did they do?” When you looked at him, there was no malice, just Bob looking genuinely baffled. His gentle blue eyes put you at ease, giving you the comfort to explain.

“They would touch me,” you motioned to the lower half of your body, “And like finger me. Enough to get me ready, I guess.”

Bob raised an eyebrow, “You guess?”

College was supposed to be a time for you to explore, to figure yourself out, to interact with new people.

And yet, when it came to the relationship aspect, everything had fizzled. You were now going into your junior year having yet to experience a meaningful romantic relationship.

Did you just have shit luck? Or was it because your mind would wander back to a bespectacled best friend when you were in bed with someone else?

Bob didn't have the pristine mouth that parents thought he possessed. You knew, and had known for a while. And yet, hearing him say the phrase your clit in his deep, slightly twangy voice felt different.

You rubbed your thighs together.

“Are you shaming the people I've been with or me?”

Bob closed the difference between you and him on the couch, placing a hand on your bare knee.

Have his hands always been so big and veiny?

Fuck, did you have a thing for hands?

“I'm not shaming you. I’m shaming the people you've been with because well,” he ran a hand up and down the back of his neck, “Well, I enjoy giving….I like doing it. So I guess I'm surprised other people don't?”

His statement was shocking because everyone else you had been with viewed it as a chore, as something to use every excuse in the book to avoid doing.

Too tired. Takes too long. Wet enough so what's the point?

“You…like doing it?”

The tops of his cheeks reddened, despite a smirk beginning to form, “Yeah. I like giving and I like making them feel good. It's also a confidence booster, being able to make someone fall apart with your mouth.”

It shouldn't come as a surprise, it was Bob after all. The same Bob who always brought an extra pencil with him to algebra, in case you forgot yours. The same Bob who shared his Dunkaroos because your mom refused to buy them. The same Bob who made his dream of serving his country finally come true after years of hard work.

He was selfless. But this didn't feel like selflessness. Hearing him talk about giving pleasure, making someone fall apart with his mouth, was different. Even his voice when he said it was different, raspier than usual.

“Well,” you scooted closer to the edge of the couch, trying to widen the gap so he couldn't feel how hot your body was, “I can't wait ‘til I meet someone who feels the same way.”

“You don't have to wait.”

The grip on your beer bottle tightened, the alcohol getting caught in your throat. There's no way he could have just said that, no way he could be implying what you're thinking.

But when you look at Bob, he was staring back with raised eyebrows and thin lips curled into a little smirk. The same look he’s given you countless times before when he mumbles a smartass comment only your ears were privy to hear.

You heard me.

“What-are you…” You stared at him, mouth agape. Bob appeared unphase by it, like he had just offered something totally normal and rational.

Perhaps it was the three beers he had downed. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline kicking in after realizing this was his last chance at making a move before he left.

“Wouldn't that be like crossing a line?” Your head was racing, alternating between flashbacks of when you kissed Bob and imagining what it would be like to have his mouth on your body.

“Wouldn't be much different from what we’ve already done.”

All the air was sucked out of the room by his comment. Because of course he wasn't doing this because he wanted to, because he wanted you. This would be meaningless, just like everything else. If you went through with this, you’d wake up the next day to Bob leaving with nothing changed, still in this seemingly endless limbo.

Long, nimble fingers hooked themselves under your chin, gently forcing you to look up.

The look he gave you was unfamiliar. His eyes remained focused on your face, though it seemed like they were searching.

For what, you couldn't tell.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do you want it to be different?”

What good was telling him if he didn’t feel the same way, thus ruining a great friendship?

“Do you want it to be different Robby?” You countered back.

He leaned in, his breath hot on your face, “I asked you first.”

He thought he had the upper hand. But you were like a lightning bug, faster.

“I asked you second, Robby.”

Like a rubber band, the tension snapped as Bob was unable to hold back a snort of laughter. The tension left your shoulders, the sight of him laughing familiar and safe.

“I’m going to really miss your resounding maturity,” Bob deadpanned after gaining the ability to compose himself, though a sweet crooked smile remained.

It was now your turn to roll your eyes, though it didn’t stop the smile currently forming on your face. Seeing this side of Bob was always fun; most folks thought he was quiet and meek. The truth was that he liked to observe and didn’t find value in speaking when it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t hold back with you, didn’t feel the need to sit and observe. He truly conversed with you and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel special.

He was never that way with the other girls he dated.

“You love me,” you teased back. It was a comment you've said countless times, always with that sweet, albeit mischievous smile that made Bob's heart flutter.

But this time instead of shaking his head or rolling his eyes, he leaned forward until your foreheads were touching.

Seeing him up close took your breath away. You could see how his roots were beginning to darken, the blonde fading as he got older. The little scar on his chin from a BB Gun incident when he was ten. Eyes bluer than the ocean. The ends of his hair were beginning to curl, something you'd greatly miss when he'd get the military mandated buzz cut.

“Yeah, I do.” There was no teasing in his voice. No mischief in his eyes. Instead of playfully shaking your shoulder, his hand found its way to the back of your neck, fingers cupping your warm skin. He was moving quickly, making you unable to truly process what he had just said.

Despite it being new territory, he was handling it beautifully. You, on the other hand, were torn between wondering if your increased heart beat was medically concerning and how large Bob’s hands were.

“You gotta….if you want to stop, tell me,” His breathing had increased, like it did when he had finished his part in the marching band. But this wasn’t marching band practice and y’all weren’t on the high school field. You were in your parents’ basement, with Bob’s lips quickly closing the gap between yours and his.

It wasn’t your first time kissing Bob, but it might as well have been. Years of experience had given him more confidence. He knew where to put his hands now, one still on your neck to guide you, the other gripping the soft flesh of your hip. He didn’t hesitate to slide his tongue across your bottom lip, successfully driving you wild.

When the rounded tip of his nose brushed against yours, a soft laugh escaped your lips. Bob didn’t mind, using the chance to let his tongue explore your mouth. Your body leaned towards him, hands gripping the soft fabric of his old Warped Tour T-shirt.

“I thought you,” your words were slurred, a weak moan interrupting your speech due to his lips moving down to your neck, “Thought you were gonna eat me out.”

Bob’s moan vibrated against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hands traveled to your breasts, gripping them through your T-shirt. It wasn't a hard squeeze, which is what you were used to.

It was pleasurable. Bob was pleasurable.

“Did none of the guys you were with do foreplay?” He asked, his hands continuing their ministrations.

“I-fuck- yes they did, it just never took this long,” you grunted against his lips.

“God, you have terrible taste in men.”

You wanted to let Bob know that he was now included in that group. But then his fingers hooked themselves around the band of your shorts, pulling them down. Had you known what tonight would entail, you would have opted for underwear that wasn't so worn. The long hairs on his arms tickled your sensitive skin as he moved to kneel on the floor, the cool basement air making you realize just how wet you were.

How could he do that so quickly?

He pinned your hips against the soft couch cushions. With anyone else, you would complain with how hard he was gripping your soft skin. But with Bob, you’d love it. It meant hand-shaped bruises that would stay after he left, reminding you of tonight.

When his sharp nose nudged your clothed slit, a loud gasp erupted from your mouth.

Thank god your parents were on vacation.

His tongue was so wide as it stroked the quickly dampening fabric. How was he able to find your clit so quickly? Most struggled to find it even after your panties had been taken off.

Bob couldn’t help but chuckle upon hearing your strained whimpers. You were practically squirming, hips erratically jerking with every touch.

“Wha-why did you stop?” You whined, looking down to find him staring up to you.

“Are you-I just need to know, do you still want this?” God, he was so fucking considerate. In any other moment, you’d find it endearingly sweet.

But if his tongue felt that good against your covered cunt, you were dying to feel it without the barrier.

“Robby, I swear to god, if you don’t eat me out, I’m going upstairs and using my vibrator,” Your voice was strained, your knuckles turning white from gripping the couch cushions.

He laughed. Bob knew you were bluffing. He had just gotten started and you were already so wet.

Slowly, he took his glasses off, placing them on the coffee table behind him, making a show of it.

“Won’t need those. I’m nearsighted after all.”

“You little-” The insult remained unsaid, as Bob pushed your underwear to the side, his mouth instantly latching onto your swollen clit.

His mouth was warm. The pressure wasn’t too much, just enough to make you wither in pleasure. It felt so good, so fucking good. When Bob looked up, he found your mouth open, despite no sounds coming out.

Good.

You deserved to know what it was like, to have someone care about your pleasure, to focus solely on making you feel incredible.

God, he could feel his cock throbbed. You looked so pretty with your eyes glazed over, mouth agape as you watched him, completely enthralled.

And he had just gotten started.

He wanted to do more than make you come, he wanted to blow your mind. Call it selfish, but Bob wanted to ruin you for anyone else. He had always held back his tongue when it came to the people you dated, knowing sooner or later you'd realized they weren't worth your time.

But now he had his chance and Bob sure as hell wasn't going to let it slip away.

The loud sound of fabric ripping broke you out of the pleasure filled haze you were in. Before you could make a sound about your now ripped underwear, your knees were pinned to your chest, giving Bob complete access to your soaked core.

“So fucking sweet,” He groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations all through your body, “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Robby.”

To say Bob dreamed of hearing you moan his name would be the understatement of the fucking century.

Your whole body was on fire, unable to do anything else but take everything Bob was giving.

A resounding moan fell from your lips as Bob thrusted two fingers inside you, your walls struggling to accommodate the unexpected stretch.

Was he this thick elsewhere?

You wanted to find out. Wanted to feel it inside you, in your mouth. You shamelessly wanted it all. But you couldn’t even voice that because Bob was tracing figure eights on your clit, his fingers brushing against a spot you thought Cosmo had made up.

Fuck, he was doing a number on you. His soft hair threaded through your fingers as you gripped the strands. Your hips involuntarily jerked upwards, desperate to get as much of Bob as possible.

You kept expecting him to stop, considering you were wet enough for him to fuck you. That's what everyone else did.

But Bob Floyd wasn't like everyone else. Far from it.

He was fucking delighted to hear all the cute, strained noises coming from you as he continued. Each time you tugged on his hair, a groan would fall from his lips. It was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.

Why did either of you wait this long?

You tried to communicate, to let him know you were close, tugging on his hair, trying to move away from his mouth.

But Bob was deceivingly strong, using his free hand to pin your hip back to the couch, his mouth firmly on your pussy.

When you looked down, you were in awe of how blissed Bob looked. His eyes were closed as his mouth remained latched to your clit. The sounds of your own wetness were obscene, but barely audible over the moans Bob was letting out.

He really did enjoy it.

“Come. Wanna taste ya,” His voice was muffled as he added a third finger inside you.

Worried thoughts of coming on his face left your brain as pleasure coursed through your veins. Without any warning, the band that had been tightening came undone.

Bob used both hands to hold your hips firmly in place, his tongue lapping up your release.

You don't recall coming this hard or this long before. It wasn't a small wave, it felt like the whole damn ocean was taking you under.

His fingers continued to stretch you open, prolonging your high. The Navy was the perfect fit for him, considering he could apparently hold his breath for an impressive amount of time.

The soft fabric of the couch cushions brushed as the back of your head, your eyes half closed. You couldn't even voice an acknowledge when Bob’s mouth and fingers withdrew from your abused cunt.

“You're so pretty when you come,” Bob murmured, his lips brushing against yours.

Your hands tugged on the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

“M-my turn,” you whined, hips jerking up towards his.

Bob shook his head, “Wanna be inside ya.”

How was this the same guy who feared clowns as a kid?

Before you could even question it, Bob had sat down on the couch, gripping your hips to help you straddle his lap. When had he taken off his jeans? How was he so quick-

Jesus Christ, he was huge.

“Fuck, she was right.”

Bob looked up from where you two were about to connect, a very confused look on his face, “Excuse me?”

“Betsey Thomas said you had a huge dick,” you confessed, wishing that you'd think before speaking for once.

Bob’s brows knitted together in confusion, “Betsey Thomas has never seen my dick, the fuck are you talking about?”

“Said she could tell you were packing because of the gym shorts you'd wear for PE class.” Bob signed, shaking his head as he muttered something about the required uniform.

“I….we can unpack this later-”

You snorted, “Why? Too busy packing here?”

Your laughter was cut short by Bob rubbing his cock against your soaked cunt. Memories of high school escaped your brain, the only thing you could focus on now was Bob and his huge dick.

Curious wasn't accurate. Frankly, you were desperate for him. Had been since middle school, if you were being truthful.

“Woah, hey. Easy baby, easy,” his voice made your thighs clench, made you whine into his shoulder as you tried to line your aching hole with his cock.

Finally, you felt him at your entrance. Slowly, he filled you up inch by inch. Every time you tried to urge him to go faster, Bob would simply shake his head before pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“Don't want to hurt ya darlin’.”

Darlin. You were his darlin.

He made you feel so full, and you didn't even have it all inside of you yet. All you could do was cling to him as he whispered praises in your ears.

Once you reached the base, it felt like you and Bob were the only ones in the world. At least, that’s what you pretended. It was better than thinking about how he would be gone for who knows how long after tonight. After boot camp was done, he would be off to train for the Navy.

Even he didn't know when he would return home.

It wasn't fair, finally expressing your feelings for one another just to be separated immediately after. You wanted him to stay, to go on dates with him, to visit him on the weekends when school started, just like everyone else in a long distance relationship.

“Hey, what's wrong? Do you- we can stop if you want, it's okay.” Bob’s voice was soft, full of concern.

His hand lifted your chin up from his shoulder, revealing your watery eyes.

“I don't want you to go.”

“I know,” his voice was barely a whisper, matching your volume. Long fingers gently traced over your face, as if he was trying to memorize them.

“I know it's horrible timing, but we'll figure it out, okay? I want to figure it out with you, I promise,” He peppered your face with soft kisses, earning a small smile out of you.

“But for now, can I make ya feel good? Because I'm willing to bet no guy has made you come while fucking ya.”

Unlike in the past, where Bob’s smartass comments earned him a shove, you pressed your lips against his.

“I'm gonna start moving now, okay?” Even though he warned you, nothing could have prepared you for how full Bob made you when his hips thrusted upwards.

“You're-fuck- you feel so good, oh my God.”

Your fingers tangled into Bob’s hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory.

Bob was trying to do the same, his hands roaming over your body as he took in your scent. Maybe if he asked nicely, you'd let him take a bottle of your perfume with him.

He was going to need it for the next few months.

Your mouth clashed against his, tongue desperate to taste him. Wandering hands desperate to feel everything everywhere.

“When-fuck- when I come back, wanna take you out. W-we can go to that Italian place by your school. The one where you have to wear a tie.” How Bob was able to talk coherently while fucking you was beyond comprehension.

The Navy will be lucky to have his great ability to multitask.

“Gonna bring ya flowers too. Sunflowers ‘cause they're-oh my god- you're favorite.” You didn't think you could recall your full name with the way Bob is thrusting into you, much less favorite things.

Your walls clench around Bob’s thick cock, eliciting a desperate groan from him, rather than the instant ejaculation you were used to.

“If you keep doing that, I'm gonna come,” Bob whined into the crook of your neck.

“That’s-shit- the point,” you grunted, your hips picking up speed.

Bob shook his head, “Need you to come first.”

Confusion caused you to still your hips, “Bob, I already-”

“Don't finish that sentence, don't you dare,” Bob ended his command with a strong thrust that made you feel as if he was splitting you open on his cock.

Your head dropped down to the crook of his neck. His skin was so warm and the smell of sage was nearly overwhelming. You knew exactly what body wash he had used, as it was the same one he wore ever since junior year, when you commented on how nice it was.

In hindsight, it was painfully obvious.

His lips found yours, capturing them in a desperate kiss. When you felt his fingers draw circles on your clit, you saw stars.

You didn't know it could feel this good with someone. This was more than a quick fuck, as you actually felt cared for. It was intense, the sensitivity of your first orgasm still echoing every time the thick head of his cock brushed against your walls.

It's audible how wet you are for Bob. He can feel it at the base of his cock, which makes him wonder what it would be like to have you on your knees, or better, your back, all spread out for him.

“C’mon sweet girl,” he’s panting, voice desperate and raspy, “Wanna-fuck! Wanna feel you come s’bad, please, please baby.”

Each circle drawn on your clit causes the band in your stomach to tighten. Combined with Bob’s words, you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

“You're incredible, shit, I-fuck. All yours. Wanna be all yours. Fuck fuck fuck, clenching me so hard, fuck, don't stop.” Obscene was not a word many, if any, would use to describe Bob Floyd.

Up until thirty minutes ago, you would have considered yourself part of that group.

But now? Now you were falling apart on his cock. The rush of pleasure had hit like a brick, coursing through your veins. It hit harder than anything else, harder than the now banned alcohol caffeine combo drink, or any controlled substance doctors had prescribed to help you focus.

His finger-fuck, usually you had to use two of your own- didn’t stop rubbing your clit, nor does he stop thrusting in and out of your pulsing cunt. It's almost as if-no, you know Bob’s enjoying making you feel euphoria.

That's what blows your mind. His laser focus on your pleasure, rather than his own. Truthfully, he could have come already and you wouldn't have thought twice about it.

But now it was all you could think about. How much he cared, how good he felt. How incredible it was for him to pull your hips flushed against his, filling you to the brim with his cock.

“Holy shit you're so tight-I, sh-should I pull out?”

Instead of answering, you used all your strength to rock your hips against him. Considering he made you come twice, the least you could do was help him find his release.

Your fingers gripped his hair, tugging on the strands as your mouth clashed against his.

The downright guttural groan he releases against your mouth has you clamping down on his cock. The motion finally leads to Bob’s undoing, causing him to come deep inside you, warmth flooding your body.

His arms are wrapped around your body, clinging onto you as if he thinks you'll disappear if he lets go.

You’d be a damn fool to.

The basement is now quiet, apart from the heavy breathing coming from both you and Bob.

After several minutes pass by, you gather the courage to break the silence, “Did you mean all that? Taking me out on a date and being mine?”

Bob’s cheek burned a bright red as he timidly nodded his head, “I….yeah. I didn't mean to say it when we were, you know. I'm sorry.”

You pressed a reassuring kiss to his warm cheek, “Robby, what do you feel the need to apologize for?”

He looked up to you, those earnest blue eyes sparkling, “Shit timing?”

“You're not wrong about that, but like you said earlier, I want to work it out with you.” Your words brought comfort, giving Bob the confidence to place a sweet kiss right on your lips. His smile was burning into yours, causing your stomach to flutter.

“I know it's not that Italian restaurant, but can I take you out to breakfast tomorrow?”

The local diner had been a go-to since y'all were thirteen. But this time would be different. This time you wouldn't feel the urge to look away when he caught you staring. This time neither one would correct the waitress when she'd make a comment about y'all being a cute couple.

The soft call of your name pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Uh can I….eat you out again? Tomorrow obviously! Like before we go to the diner?”

Good Lord this man was going to be the death of you.

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kirishimas-manly-eyeliner · 4 years ago

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➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??"

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days.

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful?

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?”

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands.

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so.

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!”

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.”

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area.

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it.

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heavenbarnes · 3 years ago

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nothing to lose

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (18+)

Warnings/Contains: swearing, semi!sub bucky, alcohol mention, stripping (male), oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex (please use a condom), spanking, dirty talk

Word Count: 3.5k

I’m trying to get back into writing, believe you me, so please appreciate these lil breadcrumbs I’ll try to keep dropping! In the meantime, I love you all x

Bucky had a way about him when he wanted something from you. He had a turn up in comfy clothes, wine bottle in hand way about him. It was a way that you saw right through, but a way nonetheless. The tricky part was deciphering what he wanted.

Now Bucky wanted a lot of things, he wanted a holiday somewhere warm, he wanted to see Phoebe Cates in Fast Times for the first time again, and he wanted...

How do you put it? He wanted...

You opened the front door to him, in his sweatpants and half-up hair glory, a buttery Chardonnay in his right hand. You immediately shot him a look that either asked “what have you done?” or “what do you need?” Objecting that it was just a friendly house call, he came inside and that’s where you ended up.

Curling in the corner of your couch, knees bent in front of you as your cheeks kept a steady warmth fed by the wine. Bucky sat in front of you, legs spread and taking up room, hands gesturing as he continued his story about a time you’d never understand.

“Wait, you just let this slide?” You questioned, shooting him a puzzled glance.

“You have to remember this is the forties,” He jumped up a bit. “Anyways so!”

Forgetting this meant he had an ulterior motive, you melted into the cushions and into his voice as he kept you giggling as the hours passed. It wasn’t until he spouted stupid ideas like truth or dare that you bit back at him, bringing it round to the beginning.

“Fine, fine, pick truth!” He was in the midst of reminding you that wasn’t how the game went but you managed to have him concede with a grumble of “okay, I pick truth.”

“Why did you come here tonight with the ingredients to butter me up?”

His mouth dropped in surprise, a faux surprise that reminded you Bucky had never really been good at lying. Through stutters he got out his words, “I’ve no idea what you mean!”

“Wine, lush stories from before my time, looking lovely and cuddly?”

“You think I look lovely-“

“Bucky!”

He sighed, leaning forward and taking your glass (much to your protest) and placing it with his on the coffee table. He turned back to you, hands bracing your knees at the bend and looking into your eyes. Whatever he wanted, he wanted it bad, and he was going to make your life hell till he got it.

“Now, you’ve got to promise not to shoot this out of the sky like always!”

And there it was, what you knew in the back of your mind he was here to ask for. The same thing he always asked for when it got late and he got needy and wine dropped your reserves. The cheek of him, huh?

“James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes,” The government name flew off your lips as you stared back at him. “Tell me you did not come all this way to ask for some pussy.”

He wasn’t sure which winded him quicker, the full name and the way it sounded coming off your lips in such a clipped tone, or the fact you said pussy and he needed to hear you say it about a hundred more times. He quickly cleared his mind, getting back to the subject at hand, the one he was determined on.

“Don’t make me sound like a bitch, honey,” he grumbled. “You make me sound like I can’t get any!”

“You can get any, you could walk out onto my street and find any number of people that’d be willing to give it up to you!”

His eyelids dropped, scooting further towards you and gripping your knees harder. It was his turn to call you by your full name, sounding unfairly delicious coming from him. “You know I don’t want just anyone.”

“You know that this,” you flicked your hand back and forth between you two. “This would be detrimental, we work together, we see each other every day.”

“And that is the killer! I see you walking around and kicking ass and looking like everything I ever dreamed of, and I can’t do a damn thing about it.”

You couldn’t help the way your lip rose in a smirk. You knew that Bucky had felt this way about you ever since you helped Sam and Steve track him down. He saw you catch a bullet midair and throw it back, he knew from then he was fucked.

“By the way,” he tacked on the end. “I didn’t come all this way to beg for pussy, I actually enjoy your company and I knew you’d enjoy mine.”

Raising your brows in a “oh, is that right?”, you nodded slowly as your hands came to rest on top of his. “Now, I never said beg, but if that’s what you want to do then maybe we’re talking.”

Bucky’s eyes had fallen out of the early onset of embarrassment, but your words had perked them right up again. He dropped a brow and raised one, urging you to go on. The corners of your lips picked up as everything ticked over in your brain.

Let’s check all the cards on the table, Bucky was unexplainably beautiful, not just in his god-like features but he was right when he said you enjoyed his company. Every time you caught his eyes holding your figure too long, it ignited that little flame burning in you. Lying and hypocrisy weren’t a good look, so there was no use denying that he wasn’t on your mind on lonely nights with only your fingers for company.

“If you want it as bad as you say you do, are you going to work for it?”

Bucky turned closer towards you as you spoke, almost as if he’s unsure of what he was hearing. Your expression gave him a hurry up, until he was clearing his throat. “Of course, yeah of course.”

You brought one of your feet back, pressing the ball of it against Bucky’s thigh and pushing him gently. He quickly got the message and shifted down a bit. Extending your leg, you were able to lay your foot against the crotch of his pants. His eyes moved from his lap before shooting back to you.

“You’ll do whatever I say? You’ll be good and give me what I want?” Pressing your foot down gently, you began to rub it against him as you spoke.

Bucky’s breath caught right in his throat, right hand coming to gently grasp your ankle as you worked against him. “That’s always been it, whatever you want from me, you can have.”

And he had to have been telling the truth, the way you could feel him hardening under the ball of your foot was no lie. Bucky’s head fell back to rest against the top of the couch, eyes closing gently and mouth slightly parting as his fingers drifted up to massage your leg.

His hips stuttered ever so slightly, only the smallest bit and you could’ve missed it if you weren’t so invested with how delicious he looked just then. He was getting harder by the second, pants tightening as you saw the outline of him showing prominently in font of you.

Of course he had a huge dick, of course.

“You want pussy?” You hummed, sliding your foot back and tucking your legs to the side. “You want to eat mine?”

His eyes lit up like he’d been given the world, tongue dipping out against his lower lip and nodding slowly. You turned to place your feet on the floor, beckoning him up and in front of you with one finger. Your mouth curled into an obviously devious smile.

“Strip.”

Bucky was never and will never be a stupid man, he was not impartial to light embarrassment to get what he wants (in fact, it sometimes made him hard). To be honest, you could’ve told Bucky to get starkers on the balcony with the city watching and he would’ve done it, provided he got you in the end.

So there was no qualms and he was pushing off of your knee and stepping into the space between your thighs. Pulling the band from his hair, the strands fell into his face before he brushed them back with a wide span of his hand.

His shirt was the next to go, landing behind him and taught muscles on display. Only natural that your lower lip got tugged between your teeth, until Bucky lent forward and took it between his fingers. He kept leaning in, running his thumb down your lower lip until you were pouting for him.

He was moments away from you, to the point where you each could feel the breath of the other ghosting across your skin. He bridged the infinitesimal gap between you both and lay his lips on yours, tongue immediately finding its way past your teeth.

Of course he was a great kisser, of course.

You fought your inner monologue just enough to place your palms flat on Bucky’s chest and push him back to standing height. “I wanna’ see the rest.”

And he could never deny that girlish smile, whether you were asking him to bring you a drink or rub your back or fetch something off the top shelf. So the way his fingers undid the tie of his sweats, poking into the waistband to draw them down his hearty thighs, told nothing different.

Your teeth gritted together, corners of your mouth dying to quirk up and give yourself away. He just looked so good. Those black briefs were straining, the outline was right there, you almost had it but you held it back.

You wanted to see Bucky on his best behavior.

Rolling the band of his boxers down, your breath caught in your chest. It was a slow descent into insanity as he drew it out and drew it out. You knew it had nothing to do with nerves, everything to do with making you suffer the same way he had.

But soon, they too hit the floor. This time you were pouting without his help.

This man was from another planet, he had to be. He was cut from a cloth that was woven at the hands of God’s and never to be replicated. All that and he was standing in your living room ready to do whatever you asked.

“Good boy.”

You tried your luck and to your reward, Bucky’s eyes lit up like Roman candles (think church, not fireworks), knees buckling slightly in the twinge of excitement that coursed around him and kissed his skin.

He took his own lead, stepping towards you and tucking his fingers around your bottoms to draw them off. You let him, no use arguing when he was doing exactly what you wanted without even having to say it. You even want as far as lifting your hips for him so he could toss your clothes to land with his.

Bucky’s knees hit the floor in front of you, shuffling in and hooking his arms under your thighs, resting them over his shoulders. His eyes were firmly fixed on where you were softest, wettest, where his mind would always wander on cold nights.

He gently flickered his gaze to you, a look that asked permission.

“Go ‘head.”

And his lips were deathly soft against your thighs, and he could say the same about your skin. He could smell you, so close and so mouthwatering that he was conjuring all his untapped strength to not go wild right at the moment.

Bucky had to remind himself he was a good boy.

Lips coasting their way closer he very gently pressed a kiss to your clit, tongue dipping to roll against it as he sucked in the same motion. Immediately a shiver ran the length of your body, thighs tensing against his shoulders.

Buck’s fingers grasped the muscle of your thighs, massaging to loosen them as his mouth continued to work against you. Your hips rolled against his face, back raising off the couch the mouth his lips suckled your sensitive skin.

The back of your brain was yelling at you, asking why you’d taken this long to let him feel this good kneeling at your feet. Part of it was the fun, the thrill of the chase? Watch him squirm a little bit.

Stubble grazed against you with every minuscule motion he made, the tender burn only heightening your sense. You felt your body chase him, still raising off the couch to follow wherever he went.

You watched the movement of his right arm, slow and steady as your eyes followed it down to the wrist. Fingers grasping his length as he only slightly twisted his grasp around it, hips gently cantering into his own touch.

“God damn, Bucky.” You cooed, hand threaded through his hair and tugging slightly.

He only hummed, a rumble that fed straight into you and the way your legs were closing around his head. His tongue still flittered across you, forcing your eyes shut and incoherent cries to fly off your tongue.

And when your orgasm finally hit you, you were trying your hardest to pull back, but that grip he had on you was locked steady. His mouth was pressed to you, determined to work you through the tide of pressure that was breaking over you.

Your eyes rolling back, heels digging into his shoulder blades, his name becoming the only cry you could remember. He pulled back, chin glistening and hand still steadily tugging at himself, smile reflecting your own hazy expression.

“I was thinking,” You started, leaning forward to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I haven’t heard a lot of begging from you.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, head leaning into your touch just slightly as the hand pleasuring himself stopped altogether. He stayed quiet, the realisation dawning on him that he’d managed a pretty sweet run.

Pulling your hand back, you stood from your spot on the couch and headed for your bedroom. You could hear Bucky shuffling behind you, clambering to his feet and following.

“Wait, wait-“

“You’ve just taken whatever you wanted.”

“But you said to go ahead-“

“Not the point, Barnes, I wanted to hear you beg.”

As you pulled your top over your head and tossed it behind you, he followed it like breadcrumbs until he snuck into your room behind you. Barely acknowledging his presence, you situated yourself against the pillows, cocking your head in his direction.

“Baby, you could just be kind and I could wreck that pretty lil’ pussy.”

Raising an eyebrow, your head recoiled as if questioning his seriousness right now. He realized that wouldn’t slide before he got onto the end of the bed, sitting back on his knees.

Palms pressed flat against his thighs, cock still hard as ever, he drew in a deep breath.

“Can I please fuck you?”

Sighing, you drew yours knees up and kept your legs pressed together, seemingly lying in wait.

“You look so fucking good, taste like heaven, like everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Drawing your finger tips against your chest gently, you listened to what more he could conjure up. His eyes narrowed, the situation ticking over in his head. Raising up he moved up the bed until his hands were on your knees, grasping them before pulling them to the side enough for him to slot between.

“Every night, all I can think about is how I need to bury myself in this hot little cunt, bury you into the mattress as you’re crying my name. Every time I see this tight ass bounce past me I just thinking about splitting it open until you’re seeing stars,”

He lent further into you, nearly nose to nose until it was your turn to go bug eyed.

“You’re fucking mean, you’re nasty and you love to torture me cause you know there isn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do to have you in my lap with your legs wrapped around me. Almost sad part is, I fucking love it, I love being teased by you and I love chasing your damn tail because I know there isn’t anyone else that’d let me do the fucking things I want to do to you.”

His hands left your knees as they came to cup your jaw, drawing you in until his lips nearly touched yours.

“So, for the love of all that is holy, let me flip you over and split you in two.”

Surging forward you locked your lips onto his and drove your tongue into his mouth, making as much purchase as you could. It was filthy, messy and spit slicked and teeth nearly clashing but it was you getting what you want.

“It’s about fucking time you grew a pair.”

“Oh, fuck you-“

Forgoing the tail end of his remark, he wrapped his arms beneath you and pulled you forward and against his chest. Mouths back and messily working together, you fought your way out of his grasp until you were straddling him.

“But you do look so good under me.”

His hand shot up to crack against your ass, sending you forward where he quickly wrestled you into swapping places. Getting you on your front and pulling your hips back until you were arched, his much smoother movements of heavy petting your backside were welcomed.

Keening into him, shaking your ass just a little to get what you want, he grasped both cheeks and spread them. You must’ve looked a sight, still wet from his mouth and just about everything else you two had done, you felt a metal finger running along the length of you.

But part of him didn’t want to wait a second longer as you felt the bed dip with him raising back up to lay his length down the split of your cheeks. Coating it nicely with your slick, you could feel it prodding against you.

As he slid himself in, his chest came to lean against your back, nestling himself within you and getting used to the snug fit.

“Fuckin’ tight, fuckin’ perfect, all mine.”

He listened for your shaky exhale before he drew back, hips lined up and slamming back into you as your arms gave out. Cheek pressed into the blankets and arms out ahead of you gripping onto whatever you could find purchase in.

Bucky found his rhythm, rolling his hips eagerly into you, sounds of skin blending with the pathetic moans he was wickedly good at forcing from you. His grip on you and the way he was living up to his word of fucking you into the mattress, your mouth was dropped open.

It was like he’d fucked all sense out of you, until incoherent little moans about “how good he felt” and “how big he was” were the only things that were swilling about in your brain. You felt remarkably proud of how long you’d kept together the facade of being in control.

“That feel good, baby? Glad you finally let me fuck you like you deserve?”

More senses of agreement tumbled out of you as you gripped the bed and gripped around him, rolling your hips back onto him to try and match his movements. One of his hands splayed between your shoulder blades while the other lay against your ass.

“So fucking mean, but I fucking love it.”

His hand came back and struck down against your ass with a delicious sting, a cry of his name sounding out of you. He massaged over the area, before slipping his hand down to rub against your clit.

“I always knew you wanted to give in,” His chest huffed as he kept powering into you. “But I liked the little game, naughty girl.”

This time has hand drew back and delivered a slap against your clit, your legs shaking against him he pushed you straight towards your end. You felt your lower half clamp right around him, your body tensing up.

“That’s a good girl, fucking come for me.”

Bucky was a good boy, but you were even better.

Doing as told, you felt your whole body come apart as you slumped forward, shaking slightly as Bucky never let up with his thrusts or his fingers. You felt the wetness against your thighs, knowing he’d well and truly fucked it out of you.

His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you back into him and rolled his hips against you. Impossibly deep and nearly bulging out your belly, Bucky stayed deep inside you as his hips stuttered.

He held you still as he came, raw moans flooded your ears like a choir as you felt a dumbstruck smile make its way across your face. Feeling the weight of him sink onto you as you both collapsed into the bed.

Resting against his chest, tucked into your pillows, you felt him tracing patterns into your back. You tilted your head up, looking towards him with a smile.

“Hey, Bucky?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks for coming all this way to beg for pussy.”

“Don’t fucking ruin the moment, beloved.”

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mushtoons · 3 years ago

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Promised my monkey brain wouldn't get obsessed over a new AU

I take one look at your Chaos!AU and let out a quiet whisper of, "Oh, shit..."

(It's great and i love it very much and i must know more)

SHSKDDKDID SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT MY ASS LOOKED AT THIS THE OTHER DAY AND WAS LIKE "!! ill definitely answer this when i get home>:)" then proceeded to forget i ever seen it until now AND ADHDKDJ AHH 💖💖💖 TY!!

okay so im garbage at brief summaries but if i dont make it brief yall have a whole ass book to read full of nonsense lmaoo so basically,

sonic tails and knuckles found this cave that a branched off echidna tribe used to inhabit, there they find a statue (tikal >:D) and long story short sonic breaks the statue releasing the emeralds (chaos emeralds dont exist like usual in this world for plot purposes) in the statue and getting his ass cursed, (the emeralds are living tho they need a host to be able to do anything, and are like a hivemind), cue slow mind corruption where theyre basically eating away at sonics mind (and his chaos energy!) leaving him really sick and weak halfway through the corruption, until they figure out shadow is basically a walking chaos generator, and they convince sonic to leech off his energy (they take too much too often at first leaving shadow drained and sickly) during this time is when sonic is almost completely under the control of the emeralds its when the group starts to realize whats happening and try to remove them from sonic, leading to eggmans death and sonic finally slipping and leaving the emeralds in full control of his body (basically that means they take the hosts personality, warps it and it becomes theres until the next host, makes sense?)

after this theres a time skip cuz im lazy but in that time frame sonic (aka fleetway) has went berserk with his new freedom doing anything and everything he wants, cue the team trying to get sonic back, fleets is like "haha cute yall have fun imma take this chaos meat sack tho" and manages to capture shadow, lock him up with special chains fleets uses to keep his chaos energy so low he's always weak but enough to keep him alive

years into the future fleets turned the place into his own little paradise, shadow's turned from prisoner to prized pet because of good behavior (he fought his ass off to escape or to kick fleets ass but in the end, decided playing nice until he has a better moment to strike was a good idea, bonus points if he pretends hard enough sometimes fleets still sonic and he can be around his husband again)

so fleets living it up in a palace, shadows in a huge golden birdcage (over the years good behaviors got him rewards like his garden and a mirror ect) tails is alive but mia and theres a resistance building and their leader blaze and her right hand man silver are dead set on taking fleets down and what better way then murder 💖 (they dont remember shadow or sonic cuz timeline wackyness and lazy plot excuses) while shadow is honestly just tired and done with this shit

i probably forgot a shit ton of stuff but i was trying to be a brief but informative as possible lmaoo 🤣 id be happy to answer any questions tbh if i missed something or wasnt clear on something!! im all over the place all time time so I wouldn't be surprised if i confused ya lol

#whekdjdje sorry thats so fucking long!!!!#ahhhhhh #but i kinda got into it lmaoo #thats why i like art more than words cuz i can a picture is worth a thousand words 😭🥺#and fuck do i ramble lmaoo #BUT AHH THANK U AGAIN FOR THE ASK AND SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG #chaos! au #wood wide web

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amtrak12 · 2 years ago

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Long rambles about my current fic project because I’m too excited but I promise it will be horrifically boring for all who follow me unless you also happen to like reading Lucifer fic so I’m putting it behind a cut.

Okay so I'm that person who actually loved S6 and the finale but who also loves reading all the alternate 'Lucifer stays and gets to raise Rory' takes that fic writers put out because, while I don't want kids in real life, I am such a sucker for a good baby!fic. I'm also a HUGE sucker for time travel shenanigans so all the 'Rory time travels to a different season' fics are mmm *chef's kiss* delicious. Right up my alley.

Time travel shenanigans are also right up my writing alley. So, if I was going to use Rory to change any season of the show, it would 1000% be season 3. I abhor season 3. It was so uneven. It doesn't flow from season 2. The timeline was inconsistent from episode to episode making it hard to follow the main arc. Cain is arguably the MOST boring antagonist of the series and yet he was also supposed to be sympathetic at times???? I HATE HIM!

(also his curse doesn't make any sense. Is he really the only person in the history of humanity to not feel guilty for his actions? THE ONLY ONE? That doesn't make any sense! YOU DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE!!)

Anyway, I have tried multiple ideas to shift the events of S3 but my favorites just weren't working out so I let myself play with an idea someone else did in a fic: time travelling TODDLER Rory. The original fic writer dropped her in S4 right after Lucifer learned about Chloe's plot to permanently banish him to hell -- so you know, the absolute perfect time to drop their toddler daughter from the future on them. It was AMAZING. That fic took me for all I'm worth and then some. I'M IN LOVE.

So I thought, time travelling toddler fic, what a perfect treat to give my brain instead of beating my head against the wall. Except when I dropped a toddler Rory halfway into S3... it worked? Like the entire plot just ran through my head, one event after the other, and the emotions were delicious, but not as delicious as the ones that came after the goodbye to Rory. The fic is done, Rory's gone home, but the GRIEF my friends, THE GRIEF!!!!! Like can you imagine? 'Hey here's your daughter. No she hasn't been born yet but you don't mind, right? Great.' *two months later* 'Okay time for her to go back to her own timeline now. Say bye Mommy! Bye Daddy! See you in two seconds for her and SEVERAL YEARS for you' like ????? Heartbreaking. Just absolutely gutting stuff and I must write about Lucifer and Chloe navigating that. Especially because they're not even in a real romantic relationship yet when Rory goes home? They're full coparents and have recovered their S2 'dancing on the line of a relationship' but they haven't actually crossed that line yet. Then the adorable creature tying them together is just.. gone. She's just gone. Now what are they supposed to do?

(Also my god, the pressure knowing the future would put on you. Like, hey we know we're going to have a daughter before we even start a relationship. How awkward is that? So weird. So delicious to explore too.)

And then of course after the time travel and after the grief, you have to change the timeline right? Like sure, sure you showed Rory triumphantly returning home to her family in the epilogue of book 1. The reader knows they changed the timeline and Lucifer stays. But S3 Lucifer didn't believe the timeline would change when Rory left. S4 Lucifer didn't believe it would change either even as he and Chloe figured out how to have a relationship with each other. So OBVIOUSLY we need a third one to finish the story out. And OBVIOUSLY -- given that toddler Rory accidentally invented time travel because Trixie was sad about her daddy and Rory was determined to go to heaven and bring him back for the 'best big sister ever' -- we show Lucifer moving from 'I'm destined to abandon my daughter :(' to 'oh shit we actually can change the future! I can stay! :D'.... by allowing them to save Dan.

Now, I didn't know if they would save Dan or not. I know it's fic, but I still worried it would feel cheap if I let the *entire* future get rewritten. But if it's a plot device, it's not cheap. It's just smoirt. *taps side of head* Also it would still have to be a close call so that they know they've changed the future. They need to know they've changed the moment that Dan died in Rory's original timeline.

(Also also, since they don't know how Dan died in the original timeline, I get to write things like Maze stalking Dan 24/7 as a protection detail and Dan finally catching her and being like WTF are you doing? It's gr8. I'm totally normal about this trilogy. I promise.)

(Also also despite my main rants about Cain -- he lives in this trilogy? And goes to jail for the Sinnerman crimes/murdering Charlotte instead? But I've also changed his curse to being tied to Abel's guilt instead of his own. It was my spouse's idea to make it God's response to 'am I a brother-keeper?' like yes. Yes you are Cain. And now you don't get Heaven until your brother does. AND this means I get to have Eve interact with her son which would be both interesting and useful because Cain can tell Eve about Chloe being a gift and then Eve can tell Chloe because 1) it would drive a wedge between Lucifer and Chloe and 2) Eve can relate to being created for someone else and thinks it's kind of shit that Chloe doesn't even know she was created but mostly 3) it would drive a wedge between Lucifer and Chloe so Eve can get closer to Lucifer again. \0/)

(I love my girl. She's such a shit-stirrer when she's got that tunnel-vision on. <3)

Um, so yeah. That's what I'm working on. What are YOU working on? Are you also being completely normal about a story idea? :P

#like just picture you're Chloe in S3 and you don't have any idea that Lucifer is the actual devil #and now you're taking care of this seemingly abandoned toddler who - given her looks and last name #is very likely your partner's child despite his protests to the contrary #but you'll try to avoid jumping to super obvious conclusions until the DNA test comes back #and then the toddler throws the biggest temper tantrum you've ever seen a child throw because her toy is missing #and these DOWNY WHITE WINGS burst out that she hide and screams under #FUCKING WINGS!!! ON A THREE YEAR OLD!#like you would lose your goddamn mind if you were Chloe right?#of course you would #I'm so excited to write this fic #I'm incapable of writing narration at the moment #but my ideas #my ideas are solid #(Rory's wings will turn pink at the end of book 1)#(it's a hero's journey for the baby but 'the world gets flipped on its ass' journey for Chloe and Lucifer)#(it's a work of genius)#(I love it)

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msmarvelwrites · 4 years ago

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Season Of The Witch

Summary: Your witchy abilities get you in quite a bit of trouble from time to time… But this time you don’t mind so much.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, honestly i think that’s it. Just soft boy Bucky.

Word Count: 2k

Author's Note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. Little bit of a witchy- halloween vibe for ya guys… Honestly I’m really in love with this idea, so who knows- if you like it I might write a part 2!

Huge Thank you to @cutie1365 for editing this mess! Couldnt have done it without her!

“Okay, okay. What colour am I thinking of now.” Peter squealed, plopping himself down on your bed, staring at you like a kid on christmas.

Being the Avengers personal psychic has its benefits, but this was certainly not one of them. You thought your party-trick of a superpower would have grown old on your friends, and yet it always seemed to draw a crowd of non-believers. You weren't the toughest or the strongest by any means, but you sure knew your way around a person's thoughts, which proved to be an advantage to the team. Mostly you were in charge of recon, but that didn't stop Natasha from dragging you to the gym every weekend and torturing you with super hero level workouts.

“How many more times are we going to do this, Peter?” You sighed, but soon realised he wasnt caving. “Blue. Just like last time it was orange and the time before that thirteen. Can we please stop.”

Peter scanned you over for a moment, before relaxing back on your headboard.

Fine, but only because Mr. Stark said he was ordering Chinese and it's probably here by now. His voice echoed through your mind.

“Actually, I heard Wanda say he’s getting pizza.” You corrected.

“How did you-?” He paused, eyes agape as your words registered. “That is seriously cool, you know that? I mean, I hang from the walls but that- that is cool! I can see why they coined you The Witch now,” Peter playfully shouted. “Can you do that with anyone, at any time?”

You smiled sheepishly, remembering the times your wandering mind had gotten you in some pretty uncomfortable situations. You tried your very best to stay out of your friends heads, but sometimes that was easier said than done. Especially when it came to the former Hydra assassin. His thoughts seemed to creep into your mind, seeping through the cracks unbidden. Sometimes his mind would wander aimlessly, but that wasn't always the case. You knew about Bucky’s dark past, however hearing it in his own cruel words was something else entirely. Though he would never utter the words allowed they were seared into your mind. You had every sense to avoid the man and yet his voice, like gravel and smoke, drew you in, intoxicated on his every word as it clouded around your subconscious.

“Unfortunately” You sighed, easing back into the mattress and unconsciously biting at the corner of your mouth. Your gift didnt make you very popular when you were younger. You were honestly surprised it was so welcomed here. Most people consider you an invasion of privacy... But Peter was different from the highschool kids you grew up with. Maybe it was due to the fact he was different too, but something about the way his mind wandered made you believe that radio-active spider or not, Peter would always be Peter.

“What does Bucky think about?”��

That knocked you out of your thoughts. You snapped your head up and looked at Peter, who only seemed to have a curious look in his eyes.

He’s so broody and mysterious. Guy gives me the creeps.

“Bucky is a sweetheart deep down.” You faked a smile, concerned as to why you felt the need to defend him. From an outside perspective, it was possible to fear the former Winter Soldier. However, knowing what you did haunted your nerves.

“I’m sure very, very deep down.” Peter chuckled. “I’m going to go grab some pizza before Sam eats it all. Are you coming?”

You smiled softly, preparing yourself for the dinner with your friends. Though you enjoyed having a sort of family, dinners together would often grow overwhelming in your mind, voices colliding though your head, brewing into a storm in your thoughts.

“I’ll be down in a few.” With that, Peter stumbled out of your room and down the hallway leaving you with your thoughts. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the many different voices faintly echoing around you. You could only make out bits and pieces as they vibrated through the walls and all around you. At first, it was hard to identify whose voice belonged to who, but soon after you moved into the compound it became easy.

Natasha thought in poems. Her brain was always working on the next solution- the next verse. Her mind wandered in and out of trains of thought like a dancer, drifting back and forth with ease. It was always relaxing listening in.

Tony was constantly listening to his music wherever he went. You had an inkling it was because he knew how powerful you were. ‘Like built-in surveillance,’ he’d often say. Though, you’d never deflate his ego in letting him know you could still hear his thoughts clear as day.

But then there was Bucky. It took you a while to understand his thoughts. They always seemed erratic and chased- never one thought all at once, but it soon became clear why. Bucky was constantly correcting himself. When his mind began to tiptoe into the darkest corners, he’d change the conversation, ushering it back to what he thought was right. Listening to his internal debates became a favourite pastime of yours. He often reminisced about his time in the forties. You liked how easy it was, listening to him think. Though you had never said more than five words to him allowed, you were content with this little part of him. Pieces only you both knew. Like the beautiful woman he would lose himself daydreaming about. The way he described her made you feel flush all over. He never thought her name, and yet it stung all the more knowing his heart was stolen. His beautiful ‘ведьма’. Not that you stood a fighting chance. Not to mention the impending age gape you both shared. Often he would find you staring and a string of curses would follow as he realised he’d be caught. You never meant to intrude, but then again, that wasn't entirely true.

With a huff, you swung your legs off the bed letting your feet hit the cold wooden floors, but before you could even open the door, you heard him. His voice was so loud you almost didn't know if he was speaking aloud or not.

Just do it, you punk. Walk up there and ask her. What’s the worst that could happen?.... She could plunge a knife into your back- no…. She wouldn't do that and you know it. If you ask her, she might say yes… Honestly that might he worse than-

You swing the door open, startling Bucky back a few paces as your eyes might his. Instantly his face blooms with pink as his mind races- his thoughts an incoherent mess.

“Hi Bucky.” You spoke only above a whisper.

“Oh jesus! I didn't know you were right there.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck trying to steady his breathing.

“Sorry…” You mumbled, breaking eye contact and suddenly finding the floor very interesting. “I didn mean to scare you-”

“You don’t- I mean, you didn't scare me.” He chuckled, his mind suddenly blank. “It doesn't matter right now because I, uh… I was wondering if you're coming for dinner.”

You nodded your head, “Yeah, on my way now.” You smiled softly.

“Great,” Bucky grinned, running his hand through his cropped hair and stepping aside. “I can walk with you.”

You nodded, swallowing hard as you swung the door shut and began walking side by side with Bucky in heavy silence.

“Know what’s for dinner?” Bucky finally spoke.

“Pizza. Your favourite.” You affirmed, meeting his curious eyes. His strides slowed until he was at a full stop.

“I never told you that.” He pried, looking at your in question.

You froze, suddenly aware of what you had just said. There was nothing more you wanted than to sink into the floor and let the earth swallow you whole.

“Uh,” You nervously laughed, “You must have at some point. Yeah, I remember now, it was-”

“How often do you listen?” he interrupted, making your mouth clamp shut.

You thought about lying, though it didn't seem right. You knew all his secrets and all he asked was this one. Surely you could grant him that even if it cost a punch to the ego.

“All the time,” You started, your eyes never leaving the floor. “I don’t mean to. At least that’s the way it started. I really try to put you guys all on ‘mute’ when we're together, but your voice always comes through. I don't know what it is, but I like the way you think.” You admitted, feeling heat rising from your chest.

“You like the way I think?” He pried, taking a few steps closer to you. You could feel the tension buzzing around the hallway, ricocheting off the walls and exploding all around you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed. It's such an invasion of privacy. You must hate me. I promise I won't tell anyone about the things I hear. Especially her.”

“Her?” He chuckled, taking another step toward you leaving only a few tiles between the two of you.

“Ведьма.” You choked out. “You think about her all the time. She sounds beautiful, by the way. I’m sorry, that's overstepping… I just, I’m sorry. Really I’ll just go-”

Before you could turn on your heel and run for the hills, Bucky's hands were around your wrists, holding you still. His eyes were pleading as he opened he opened and shut his mouth trying to find the right words to say.

“For a witch, you sure aren’t very intuitive.” Bucky signed, your eyes finally landing on his. “My beautiful witch, don’t know by now?”

You blinked at him, your mouth suddenly dry and words caught in your throat. Before you could speak, his thoughts broke through the air, tumbling around you.

Are you listening, doll? His voice echoed around you sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded your head, watching as his eyes crinkled up as he a lopsided grin formed on his pink lips.

It’s you. It’s always you. I've tried to stop, trust me. I just can’t seem to shake it.

You almost didn't notice the smile that began to pull at the corners of your mouth as you took in his words. They drifted in the air around you, echoing through your mind as Bucky’s thumbs rubbed circles into your skin.

“Ask me.” You spoke up, a sudden confidence serging through your core. Bucky raised a brow, scanning you over until your words resonated with him.

“Right, of course.” He cleared his throat, letting go of your hands and intertwining his own nervously. “Would you ever consider letting me take you out. To dinner, maybe?”

You bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling as you listened to his internal monologue of nerves that followed his question.

“Took you long enough.” You chuckled, watching as his smile lit up the room around you. Before you could stop yourself you closed the distance between you, draping your arms around his shoulders and crashing your lips onto his. Bucky froze, but almost as instantly melted into you, his hands finding their home on your hips as he pulled you in. You wanted nothing more than to melt into him but his racing thoughts swirled around you, causing a giggle to fall from your lips.

Holy Shit. Kiss her back, you moron. Oh god she smells so good. What is that? Cinnamon? Citrus? Shit, she's so close to me. Don't panic. Don't panic. Fuck she feels good. Just relax, and- Oh shit. Can you hear me?

You couldn't help but throw your head back, laughter bubbling out of your chest as his thoughts raced through his head.

“I can tell you're going to be a lot of fun, Barnes” You mumbled against his lips.

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A/n: Nervous Bucky is my favourite can you tell? I loved this one, show some love if you felt the same!

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years ago

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Enemies Closer

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Happy smutty Spencer Saturday! This fic has been hidden in the depths of my brain for way too long. I knew I wanted to do an enemies to lover fic for a while but didn’t have much more for it until recently. The title comes from the famous saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer”.

I want to say a big thank you to all of my followers who sent in quips, jabs and bantery remarks. I tried to use them all because they were all so wonderful. Thank you to @dreatine @andiebeaword @sammy-jo1977 @redbullchick and the numerous anons who contributed. Also a big thank you to @multifandommandy for coming up with the idea of the reader interviewing the little girl, it really helped move the story along and add to it. I appreciate all your ideas and help 💕

Okay, enjoy the 10k words of sassy, smutty Spencer Reid. Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: M (smut)

Word Count: 10,088

Spencer was walking back to his desk when he heard JJ’s voice.

“Really? When?”

There was a pause on her end of the phone conversation. She looked up and saw Spencer, immediately waving him over.

Spencer’s interest was piqued. He wondered what was going on, especially since there was a huge grin on her face. He approached her desk just as JJ spoke again.

“That sounds great, mom. I can’t wait.”

Spencer smiled. JJ and her mom were extremely close and he always looked forward to her visits—she made the best triple chocolate chip cookies he’d ever tasted. He opened his mouth to tell her to say hi from him, when she practically read his mind.

“By the way Spencer says hi.”

JJ shot him a wink, grinning at the fact that she knew him well enough to know exactly what he was about to say. He chuckled to himself. They definitely were close enough to know what one another was thinking.

“Sounds good. See you then. Bye.”

JJ hung up her phone, turning in her chair to face him fully.

“Is your mom coming to visit?”

“She is,” JJ smiled, “And she’s bringing your favorite triple chocolate chip cookies.”

“Bless that woman,” he chuckled.

“There’s also something else,” JJ trailed off nervously, a flicker of worry in her blue eyes.

“What?”

“Y/N’s visiting too...and she’s kinda stuck with me, or well us for the next week. So if we get a case, she’s coming with us.”

Spencer groaned loudly.

“Why?”

“Mom has a business seminar in downtown D.C. and you know Will took the boys to Disney World this week. I’m not going to make her sit at home alone for a week.”

“Why? It would be for the greater good of humanity. I’ll even be willing to chip in for a hotel room for her,” Spencer said, hoping JJ would actually take him up on the offer, “Particularly one across the country.”

“Spencer,” JJ eyed him warily, “Emily already said it was okay. She knows to stay out of the way while we work.”

“Yet she’s always in my way.”

“Spence, she’s not that bad. Why do you hate her so much?” she asked.

“Last time she visited she “accidentally” spilled an entire pot of coffee on my favorite work shirt!” Spencer protested.

“Just like you “accidentally” locked her in an interrogation room?” JJ raised a brow.

Yeah, that hadn’t been his finest moment. But she had driven him crazy that day.

“She wandered in there on her own. I was just helping the situation along,” he shrugged innocently.

“You’re lucky she didn’t burn the building down,” JJ mumbled.

“Yeah, well, she pushed me to my limit that day. Sorry.”

“What is it with you two? You fight worse than her and I ever did.”

“She’s annoying, rude and drives me crazy. I honestly can’t believe she’s your sister, let alone related to you. JJ, you know I love you, but I just can’t stand her. We’re just two completely different people that probably will never get along.”

“Alright, alright,” JJ held her hands up in defeat, “At least try to be on your best behavior?”

“No promises,” he grumbled.

“Hey, look at it this way. At least you get cookies,” she stood, patting his arm before walking away.

He was positive even cookies wouldn’t make up for this.

•

“Y/N while you’re here, can you please try to be nice to your sister’s coworkers?”

You suppressed a groan.

You were currently in the elevator with your mother at the FBI in Quantico, riding up the numerous floors to the Behavioral Analysis Unit, where your sister JJ worked. In your arms were a stack of containers, filled with sweets your mom had made for the team.

There were her famous triple chocolate chip cookies made with milk, dark and white chocolate chips, some apple cobbler, cupcakes and even a strawberry pie. JJ’s team were suckers for Sandy Jareau’s delicacies.

“Mom, I love the team. They’re like extended family, you know that.”

“You know what I mean.”

Your mom gave you a look that you swore only mothers could perfect. It was partly calling out your bullshit and part disciplinary all at the same time. It was amazing, really, 29 years old and you were still getting the “you better not act out” look from her. What were you, eight?

“I mean that lovely Dr. Reid. You’re always so mean to him.”

“He starts it.”

Okay, maybe you were eight.

“Y/N.”

The warning tone in her voice was all you needed to keep your mouth shut.

“All I’m saying is I don’t want another call from JJ saying you’ve gotten locked in an interrogation room and almost got arrested for assaulting a FBI agent.”

“Okay that was one time!” you said, exasperated, “Granted, it wasn’t my finest hour. But still. It’s not like I’m that bad all the time.”

“Really?” your mom looked at you, all knowingly, “What about that one time at JJ’s housewarming party?”

“I swear I didn’t glue his shoes to the floor!”

In your defense, that had been Derek Morgan, back when he was still working in the FBI, prior to his resignation. Of course though, no one believed that he had done it, apparently including your mother.

“Whether you did it or not, that’s not the point. You would’ve done it given the opportunity.”

You couldn’t deny that.

“Just don’t stress JJ out any more than she is. She said when the two of you are fighting it’s like trying to corral two feisty chihuahuas.”

You sighed, defeated.

“I’ll try to be on my best behavior mom.”

“Thank you. That’s all I ask.”

The elevator dinged, alerting you that you’d arrived at your designated floor and the metal doors slid open to reveal your sister and of course, Spencer.

Spencer Reid, the biggest nemesis of your entire life.

He was absolutely infuriating.

Tall, imposing, three PhDs, IQ of 187, Doctor Spencer Reid. That’s right, he wasn’t just Agent Reid, he was Dr. Reid. It was eye roll inducing.

He was a know-it-all, quite literally. If anyone said something even the slightest bit wrong, he didn’t hesitate to correct them. A person could breathe wrong and he’d probably correct that.

He constantly spewed facts. That was annoying enough in itself. You had no idea how JJ put up with it. But then again she was best friends with the guy. That blew your mind enough in itself.

If he wasn’t so annoying, he might actually be attractive. With a stature of over six feet, he was lean but without being a beanpole. His light brown curls always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed and/or never taken a brush to his hair. His eyes were definitely interesting though. You could never tell if they were brown, green or maybe even hazel.

Not that you’d been paying that close of attention. Nor did you care.

He had significantly more facial hair than the last time you’d seen him. Not a bad look for him, you had to give him that.

JJ once told you that a college class he’d taught for two weeks was filled with nothing but young girls auditing his course. She said it had confused Spencer. It confused you too cause you didn’t see how he was that attractive. He was kinda cute, if you liked the whole snobby, genius who doesn’t brush his hair, smartass type.

Oddly enough, you’d known him for half your life, yet couldn’t recall how or when you started hating him. It just seems like it had been that way all along, when in fact, it hadn’t.

“Mom! Y/N!” JJ exclaimed, grinning wide.

You felt a burst of happiness in your chest. You’d missed your sister. Despite the 11 year age difference, you guys were close growing up.

You were still a baby when your older sister Rosalyn had committed suicide, so you didn’t remember much about her, sadly. It was really hard on JJ as she was the one to find her. But as she’d told you much later, you’d helped her grieve. Reliving memories and keeping Rosalyn’s memory alive in sharing stories with you helped her heal after such a traumatic situation. It was often that you’d wished you’d had the chance to know your oldest sister, but with her death came an impenetrable close bond between you and JJ.

JJ immediately wrapped her arms around your mother, hugging her tight. You gave a nod of your head, your arms too full to be able to hug her at the moment.

“I’ll just go put these in the briefing room,” you said.

You turned, aiming to head through the glass doors of the BAU’s entrance, but instead ran right into Spencer.

“Here, I got it,” he took several of the boxes out of your arms so you could see properly again, “If only to save you from injuring anyone else.”

“My knight in shining armor,” you muttered sarcastically.

“Watch where you’re going next time.”

“You watch where you’re going. Besides, I didn’t need your help,” you retorted.

“Obviously, you did,” Spencer mumbled, following you through the doors.

You hadn’t even made it all the way through the entrance when you heard your mom and JJ sigh in unison. You heard JJ’s words loud and clear, as well.

“They’re already bickering less than five minutes in. Must be a new record.”

It kinda was. Usually, the two of you managed to avoid each other until the inevitable crossing of paths occurred. Today, though, you both had started in, right off the bat.

You placed the numerous arrays of desserts on the round table, knowing by tomorrow they’d pretty much all be gone.

“You’re welcome for the help,” Spencer snarked, setting down the few containers he’d carried.

You couldn’t help it, you rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t ask for it. So there’s no reason to thank you.”

“It’s the polite thing to do. Oh, wait. I forgot you don’t know how to be polite. My bad.”

You glared at him, the hatred stirring in your gut.

“I wish I could say it’s been a pleasure to see you again, Y/N, but it hasn’t,” Spencer said.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go greet your mother who actually deserves and appreciates my kindness.”

“Kindness, my ass,” you muttered as he walked away.

He turned, almost to the door.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” you smiled in a fake, sweet matter.

He scoffed, turning and walking away.

Only when his back was turned did your fake demeanor drop and you stuck your tongue out at him.

This man would be the death of you yet.

•

“Penelope just got us a case. Luckily, it’s right here in our backyard so you can just sit in while we work. But please try to control your mouth.”

“JJ, I’m almost 30 years old,” you replied.

“Yes, but you still have a sharp tongue.”

“I promise not to make a scene, cause any trouble or be in the way. I know you have to work Jayj.”

After a round of greetings and hugs from the team and promises to stay longer when she returned from her business seminar, your mom had dashed off, leaving you at the BAU.

You looked up to see Emily Prentiss, JJ’s friend and boss motioning for her to join them in the briefing room.

“The team has to be debriefed about this case. Are you going to be okay here?”

You spun back and forth in her desk chair, motioning to the book you’d brought to read.

“I’ll be fine. Go work,” you shooed her.

JJ bounded off and up the stairs to the meeting and you picked up your book, ready to be entranced by the wonderful fantasy world of your book, far away from your reality.

“Why do people read that garbage? It does nothing but fills a person’s head with nonsense. It’s stupid and a waste of time. Although, now that I think of it, that’s probably a perfect fit for you.”

You peered up over the edge of your book.

You’d just gotten to a good part in your book. Your heroine was just getting ready to destroy the enemy and his lair, saving her love interest from the clutches of evil. It was a shame you couldn’t throw Spencer in the cage that your heroine was saving her lover from. Now that would make the book perfect.

“I’m reading. If you don’t mind.”

“Well it offends me. At least read something good. War and Peace is a good recommendation. Good story. I read it at breakfast last weekend,” Spencer said.

You turned up your nose. Leave it to Spencer to brag about his ability to read 20,000 words a minute and offer atrocious book recommendations in the same sentence. That in itself was offensive enough to you.

“This is why you don’t get dates, isn’t it?” you snipped.

He ignored the quip.

“I’m supposed to ask you for help with the case.”

Now this was interesting. You raised an eyebrow.

“What makes you think I want to help you?”

“You do realize the entire world doesn’t revolve around you, right?” Spencer’s eyes narrowed, “There’s kids that are going missing.”

That sobered you quickly. You dropped any anger you had at him, for the moment, realizing how serious the matter was.

“How? What’s happening?”

“Four kids have gone missing. We can’t figure out how or why. They haven’t shown up yet, so we’re hopeful that they’re still alive,” Spencer said, lips narrowed into a thin line.

“What do you need my help for then?”

“Because to understand what happened to them, we need to profile these kids.”

•

“Okay so we know from his parents, six year old Erik Yates was incredibly shy,” JJ said, looking at the whiteboard where the pictures of the four missing children were hung.

“He wouldn’t have talked to his own school teacher, let alone a stranger,” David Rossi said.

“But his best friend, Carlos Hoffman also went missing with him. They were having a sleepover, so he’d been at Erik’s house,” Emily added.

“And Carlos was the more outgoing of the two, wasn’t he?” you asked.

“Yup,” Tara said, flipping through her notes, “According to the parents, wherever Carlos went Erik was always close behind. So if they encountered a stranger, if Carlos was willing to go, Erik would likely follow.”

“I don’t know about that,” you piped in, “I’ve seen friendships like that in my class. Even if the kid is quiet, if they know something is wrong, they either say something to their friend or they just don’t do it period. I find it hard to believe that Erik would go along with someone he wasn’t comfortable with.”

“Says the one that’s not a profiler,” Spencer mumbled from where he was standing, examining the evidence board.

JJ shot him a look, before returning to the conversation. You pretended not to hear that one and for once, bit your tongue. You wouldn’t accomplish anything by arguing with Spencer at the moment.

“So let’s go back to the top,” Matt said, “Mrs. Yates went to the door and there was someone there either selling something or had an excuse made up for the unsub to guilt trip money out of her. She leaves to get her purse. The kids are in the living room playing. Then suddenly, by the time she gets back, all three are gone.”

“That’s how her story goes,” Luke said, looking through interview notes.

“What about the other children?” you asked, “How were they taken?”

“One was kidnapped at the park, the other at the grocery store,” Spencer answered.

“What if it’s someone familiar with their routines?” you asked.

You weren’t anywhere close to being a profiler, but you knew enough from JJ to sort of get by in this conversation.

“A lot of my kids and their families have strict routines. Usually because it benefits the child and/or they have other children that they keep on a schedule too. Wouldn’t that mean that it’s someone that they know?”

“It could,” Emily said, “But unfortunately that doesn’t narrow down much because the unsub could also just be stalking these families before the kidnapping. The unsub could potentially be a complete stranger to them.”

“Have you asked the parents of the children if they could think of anyone who could do this? Is there anyone that might overlap with these families?” you inquired.

JJ had opened her mouth to answer you, but of course, Spencer had to add his two cents.

“Are you an idiot? Of course, we did,” Spencer snapped, “That’s always the first thing we do.”

You bristled. Even when working together, he couldn’t be civil. He had the nerve to try and insult you and make you feel stupid, even though all you were trying to do was help.

“I’m not an idiot, Spencer,” you grit out.

“Oh really? You sure do act like one sometimes,” he retorted, writing something on the board.

Your defenses snapped back into place and you were ready to shoot back a remark when JJ interrupted you.

“Hey, hey, you guys. Quit it before I have to send you both into separate corners for timeout. We’re all on the same team here, trying to accomplish the same thing. Let’s just focus.”

“Matt, Dave, JJ, I want you to go and reinterview the parents. Y/N has a point. We need to make absolutely sure there’s no one in these families lives that connect with one another,” Emily ordered.

“Luke, Tara; both of you go to the schools. See if there’s been any strangers lurking around. We can’t rule out a sexual predator just yet, but it would help vastly if we could.”

“Penelope, you and I are going to work on a deep dive of these families.”

Garcia’s face scrunched at Emily’s order; she hated diving into people’s personal lives, but unfortunately it sometimes came with the job.

“We’re going to make sure that these parents aren’t holding back any secrets that could possibly help us.”

Emily turned towards you and Spencer next.

“Spence, I want you to start on a geo profile, see if we can figure out the vicinity of the unsub’s hunting grounds. Maybe we might even be able to find where he’s holding them.”

“On it.”

Spencer was already grabbing a map, spreading it across the round table.

“Y/N, I want you to help him.”

Spencer’s head snapped up.

“Hell no. Emily please-”

She held up her hand.

“I don’t want to hear it. That’s an order. If you disobey, I will put you behind a desk for a month.”

He relented, but you could tell he wasn’t happy about it. Not like you were pleased at all by it either.

“Try not to burn the room down while you’re working,” she instructed, walking out to meet Garcia in her lair.

Once she left, Spencer spun towards you.

“Let’s get one thing clear. You’re not to bother me while I work. You stay out of my way. I don’t need your help, nor do I want it. I can do my work just fine without you. I’ve been doing it for 15 years,” he snapped.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Spencer. Even I can tell when your IQ gets slashed to 60.”

“That’s the best you got, Y/N? I didn’t realize they let bimbos into the FBI. Oh wait...that’s right. I’m the one that’s the actual agent here. What is it you do again?”

“I’m a kindergarten teacher. You know that, you dumbass or else I wouldn’t be here helping you.”

“Oh, guess there’s no sleeping to the top in that field. Although, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Your fists clenched. Spencer made you mad like no other could. Not even JJ could ever make you this mad.

“Just sit down and shut up while the adults work, okay?” he sneered at you.

“I’m not a child!”

You crossed your arms defensively. You weren’t about to let him get in all the insults. Ignoring him never worked, he was too obnoxious. So you just played it like he did, by slinging insults like dodgeballs at him.

“Well if you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like a child!” he threw back.

His eyes were blazing, his cheeks gone pink from his anger.

“Funny because you act more immature than my kindergartners.”

“WILL YOU TWO CAN IT AND GET TO WORK?!”

You both jumped at the sound of Garcia yelling from the bullpen. She made the motion that she’d be keeping her eyes on you two. You threw one more scowl Spencer’s way before flopping down on the sofa on the other side of the room.

This week was going to last an eternity.

•

Two days passed with no luck on finding an unsub, but they’d managed to put a profile together based on what little they did know.

The entire team was worried and on edge. Of course, that made the situation between you and Spencer even more volatile.

“Are you sure you’re an actual qualified agent? All you do is stand in front of a room full of police or your team and say smart things and gesture with your hands,” you mimicked Spencer, doing exactly what he was just doing earlier while they gave the profile.

“I do not look like that! You look like a baby dinosaur who doesn’t know how to walk,” he jeered.

“Yes, you do. All I’m saying is these civil service exams must be really easy to pass nowadays, huh?” you smirked.

“You know I’d ask if you could really be any more infuriating, but I’m afraid you’d take that as a challenge,” Spencer huffed, “Besides I’m supposed to be “nice” to you, since you’ve been so helpful.”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” you grinned mischievously, “I’ve been what?”

“I’m just quoting what Emily said. In my opinion you’ve been more like a pain in my ass,” he mumbled, looking through one of the case files.

“Oh sure because without me, would you’ve figured out that the unsub is a woman?”

“Probably. Don’t pat yourself on the back, sweetheart. You’re no match for us real profilers, Y/N.”

“I may not be, but you’ve met your match with me, pretty boy,” the nickname falling from your lips with deep sarcasm, “You can’t help but fight with me. For some reason I get under your skin and frankly, I enjoy it. It’s nice to know you can actually squirm, Spencer Reid.”

His lips pursed and he was about to speak when the phone rang. He answered it, putting it on speaker. Garcia’s excited voice came through it.

“Reid, gather the team. You won’t believe what I’ve found.”

•

“So it turns out, one of our families did have a secret. Although, it was something we weren’t even looking for,” Penelope said.

“What’s that Garcia?” Tara asked.

“The family of the first missing child: Daisy Rowe, had a nanny once. Her name is Kali Dye.”

Garcia hit the remote button to pull up the woman’s picture on the big screen at the front of the room.

“What does she have to do with our case?” Luke asked.

She stared at him, exasperated.

“If I could finish what I was saying, you’d know,” Penelope griped.

“Okay, okay,” Luke chuckled, “Carry on.”

You lived for Luke and Penelope’s playful banter. It was like the complete opposite of you and Spencer. They liked each other at the end of the day—not to mention everyone knew deep down they were definitely attracted to one another. Their banter was flirty. Yours and Spencer’s was anything but.

“As I was saying,” Penelope continued, “Kali was the nanny to the Rowe family back in 2016 when Daisy was only two years old. There was an incident where apparently she turned her back on little Daisy playing in the backyard. Daisy got too near the pool and almost drowned. She was in the hospital for a few days afterwards. The parents were obviously furious. I’m guessing Mrs. Rowe told all her friends about it because according to my research, Kali’s nannying career was basically ruined.”

“So you think this is an act of revenge? Did she nanny for any of the other kids she kidnapped?” Emily asked.

“No, that’s where it gets weird. She seems to have no connection to these other children,” Garcia said.

“Well we know who our unsub most likely is,” JJ said, “But how are we going to find out where she and the kids are?”

“I checked for that. There’s no significant places that she would take them, her old family house isn’t even in the state and besides it’s been sold years ago,” Penelope answered.

Emily’s phone rang as the team continued to throw around ideas of where to find Kali.

“Prentiss.”

You watched Emily’s face quickly change expressions, from neutral to shock, to worry, back to businesslike.

“Okay, bring her to Quantico. We’ll need to interview her.”

Emily hung up, turning to the team.

“The second child kidnapped, Eden Jenson just showed up at a police station in D.C. She managed to get away and ran for help. We need to interview her, but she hasn’t spoken yet. The chief of the police station is having one of his detectives drive here so we can interview her,” Emily filled the rest of the team in.

“I’ll talk to her. I’m pretty good at getting kids to talk,” Spencer said.

“Actually, I think we should let Y/N do it,” JJ said, looking at Emily.

“What?! She has no experience interviewing a witness, much less a victim!” Spencer exclaimed.

“I worked in art therapy when I was getting my degree as a teacher. I still use some in my class, plus I’m a teacher,” you said defiantly, “I know how to talk to kids.”

“I agree with JJ,” Emily said, “But Spencer, sit in with her just in case you need to intervene.”

You were sure he was going to do plenty of that.

•

An hour later, you and Spencer were sitting in front of a little, terrified Eden. Her—what you assumed were once neat—blonde pigtails were in all types of disarray. Pieces stood up everywhere while other strands came loose, hanging around her face. She was clutching her bunny stuffie, which you figured had been with her when she was kidnapped.

She had refused to talk to anyone, shrinking away frightfully at any imposing adults. You had to restrain yourself from literally pushing Spencer out the door when she shrunk even more into herself when she saw Spencer’s tall frame.

She’d been previously asked if she was hungry or thirsty in which she barely nodded. Now, she sat a bit less rigidly as she ate her Goldfish crackers and sipped on her juice box.

“Eden, my name is Y/N and this is my…friend, Spencer.”

You had to admit, you had a rough time getting that one out.

“We just want to talk to you, okay?” you said.

The little girl just stared back at you, wide eyed.

“Do you like to color?” you asked.

Still no response.

You pulled out some paper and a pack of crayons from a bin next to the desk. You pushed them across towards her.

“Could you draw something for us?”

It took a moment of Eden staring at the items before she opened the box and picked up a crayon.

“Do you mind if we ask you some questions while you color?”

You didn’t expect an answer, so you weren’t surprised when none came.

“Are you six years old? Six is a fun age. Are you in kindergarten or first grade?”

Eden looked up at you, from underneath her lashes, just briefly, before returning to drawing.

“I’m a kindergarten teacher myself. I’m used to seeing kids your age all the time. It’s spring break though and I miss my kids terribly. Do you miss going to school?”

Spencer shifted in his seat. You knew time was a delicate thing right now, but you were trying to get her to trust you.

“Eden?”

She looked up again. If she was surprised to hear Spencer speak for the first time, she didn’t show it.

“Could you describe the place you were at?”

Fear flashed in her eyes and she dropped her crayon, hugging tightly to her bunny.

You glared at Spencer.

“Just keep drawing, Eden. Okay? We’ll be right back,” you said, standing up, your hand a death grip on his arm.

Once the two of you had stepped out of the room and the door was closed behind you, you whirled on him.

“How can you be so stupid? I thought you were supposed to be a genius!”

“Y/N, you know we’re running on limited time to find those kids. We don’t know if Kali will hurt them or not!”

“I realize that. I’m trying to make her comfortable enough to talk about it.”

“Avoiding it doesn’t seem to be helping either,” he grimaced, hands on his hips.

“You saw what happened when you brought it up! She was terrified!”

“When dealing with a traumatized child you should tell them information about the situation they were in. It’s best they learn it from a trusted adult. Besides, it’s most likely they want to talk about it, but just don’t know how to bring it up.”

“And how would you know all of this, doctor?”

“Because contrary to your beliefs about me, I actually know how to do my job and how to do it well. I’ve dealt with things like this many times before. 60% of adults report being traumatized in childhood. 26% of children in the United States alone will witness or experience a traumatic event before the age of four.”

You blinked, unable to process so much information at once.

“Are you even human?”

“Are you?” Spencer shot back, eyes narrowed.

“You know, with all things considered, I’d thought you’d gotten the idea that I really hate you.” you sneered.

“Really? And here I thought that was your version of flirting,” he retaliated, sarcastically.

“Moron,” you muttered under your breath.

“Now, if you’re through calling me names, I’ve got work to do,” he said, reaching behind you for the doorknob.

“Wait,” you grabbed his arm, “Just let me try again first? Please? If I get stuck or need you, I’ll let you know.”

It was some of the most civil words you’d said to him in a long time. But you didn’t want to give up on this little girl. You wanted to help her and prove to Spencer and yourself if you were being honest, that you could do it.

He must’ve noticed your serious tone and pleading eyes because he relented. He nodded and you turned to go back in.

Eden was waiting for you when you returned, back to clutching her bunny.

“Don’t you want to finish your picture?” you asked, sitting down in front of her.

She pushed it across to you.

“Oh are you done?”

She nodded.

You picked up the picture, noticing four stick figures. Two seemed to be girls, two seemed to be boys. They looked like they could represent all four missing kids.

“Are these you and your friends?” you asked gently.

She didn’t say anything for a beat, then came a soft, timid voice.

“They aren’t my friends...at least not until a few days ago.”

“My friends here, they found out that you didn’t know these other three children. Is that right?”

Eden nodded again.

“Do you know the woman who took you?”

“No,” she said, equally as quiet as before.

“You’re doing a great job, Eden,” you smiled at her, hoping to encourage her, “Just a few more questions, okay?”

Another nod.

“Can you describe where you were?”

“I...I don’t know,” her voice trembled, as if she were going to cry.

You heard the door open up behind you and you turned to see Spencer. He gave you a terse shake of his head, as if telling you now was not the time to snap at him.

“Eden?” Spencer came around to her side and crouched by her, “You remember me, right? I’m Spencer.”

She nodded hesitantly.

“I want to try to help you help Miss Y/N here. To tell her what the place looked like that you were at.”

“But I don’t remember,” Eden said, frowning.

“I think you do. You know how when you’re afraid, you hide?” Spencer asked gently.

Eden nodded her answer.

“Well, that’s kinda what your brain is doing. It’s scared, so you think you can’t remember. What I want to do is have you to close your eyes and think back to before you were taken.”

“No, I’m scared,” Eden whimpered, hugging the stuffie.

“It’ll be okay. I’m right here,” he offered her his hand, which she took reluctantly, “I’ll be right here the entire time. If things get too scary, just squeeze my hand and we can stop. Alright?”

“Alright.”

She closed her eyes, listening to Spencer’s voice.

You were amazed at how soft and gentle he was with her. It was like seeing all of his razor sharp edges he displayed around you, smoothed out. You couldn’t remember if you’d ever heard him like this.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice,” Spencer whispered, “You were playing at the park. What were you doing?”

“Playing on the swing with my bunny,” she said.

“Okay, that’s good Eden, you’re doing wonderful. What do you hear?”

“Lots of kids playing. They’re very loud.”

“What happens next?”

“There’s a lady behind me. She asks if I would like to play in the sandbox with her. I told her yes but I didn’t want to get bunny dirty.”

Eden is trembling now and you eye Spencer warily. He holds his free hand up and you don’t say anything, just yet.

“Very good Eden. Did you go play in the sandbox?”

“No. She took my hand and led me away from the swings. I asked her where she’s going because the sandbox was the other way.”

“Do you want to stop, Eden?” Spencer asked.

“N-No. I a big girl like mommy always says.”

“Okay. What happened then, sweetheart?”

“She grabbed me and put her hand over my mouth. I tried screaming for my mommy, but I couldn’t. She took me to a car.”

“Can you remember what the car looked like?”

“Um, blue. It was blue. It had a lot of doors. It was long too.”

Spencer looked like he realized what she was describing.

“Did the middle door slide open and closed?”

She nodded, her eyes still closed.

“It was big inside with lots of seats. That’s all I saw before she covered my eyes.”

It sounded like an SUV or family van.

“When you were in the car, did you ride for a really long time? Or a short time?”

“A short time.”

You jotted the note down.

“One last question honey. Do you remember anything about the room you were in? What did it look like?”

“Like...like my bedroom. Only much dirtier. And old looking. There’s...there’s flowers on the wall. There’s a lot of toys, but I don’t want to play. I want to go home. Me and my friends are so scared. She’s coming back, she's coming back!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay! I’m right here.”

Eden’s eyes snapped open and he enveloped her in his arms, holding her tightly as she trembled.

She didn’t let go of him until her parents arrived.

•

After kicking the information over to Garcia and her being the goddess she is at finding even the most hidden information, she found the house.

The team had found her car, registered to Kali, but with a false last name. From there, Garcia looked for any run down buildings or homes for rent within 10 to 15 minutes of that park. The team agreed that Kali wouldn’t have bought a house for the simple reason of too much work. She didn’t seem to be that dedicated to a well thought out plan. That was when Garcia discovered an old house rented under the name of Kali Rowe, the same last name of the family she had been a nanny for.

You stayed behind while the team went out to rescue the children and hopefully bring Kali Dye into custody.

They did.

All four kids were now safely reunited with their parents and Kali had been arrested and hopefully was going to get the help she needed.

Since you hadn’t been there, JJ had filled you in afterwards when everybody had gotten back. You were sitting next to one another in the briefing room, talking, while everything settled down.

Kali Dye had been so distraught over the loss and destruction of her nannying career. Apparently at one point, she had been a wonderful nanny. What had happened with Daisy, truly was an accident. Whether she had had a mental breakdown or suffered from an unknown or untreated mental illness beforehand, they didn’t know. But she soon became desperate to prove she was a good nanny.

She kidnapped Daisy first, to prove her point. Then three other children that she’d followed, learning their schedules.

She had taken good care of them, at least in her mind. In reality, she hadn’t hurt them or touched them one bit. She fed them, gave them all attention and all the toys they wanted, to play with.

It was a sad situation, really. But you were glad that the families had a happy ending and their children were back safely in their homes tonight.

“You did good little sis,” JJ smiled, “Keep it up and you may just have to think about switching careers.”

“No thanks,” you chuckled, “I’m happy teaching kids, not seeing them in life threatening situations. I don’t have the heart for that.”

“Spence said you did really well getting Eden to open up,” she said.

“I’m surprised he actually knows how to compliment a person, let alone me,” you scoffed.

“Y/N. Come on. What’s your deal with him? This has been going on for years now.”

“I don’t know. I just can’t stand him.”

“That’s a cop out and you know it,” JJ said, “He’s a good guy. Besides, you used to have a crush on him when you were younger.”

“Ew, did I?”

You wrinkled your nose, trying to remember. JJ had joined the BAU when you were only 14. A lot had happened in high school, let alone the 15 years since she’d first joined. You didn’t visit her very often because of school and all of your other extracurricular activities, so you hadn’t met the team until about a year after she started.

“You don’t mean the summer after my freshman year, do you?” you asked, “Cause back then he was a cute little dweeb and it lasted like two seconds anyway. I had a case of raging hormones to the point I had a crush on just about anything male with two legs.”

You rolled your eyes, disgusted at the fact she’d even think that you’d have a crush on Spencer. Although deep down, deep, deep, deep down, a little part of you knew that she’d hit the nail on the head.

“Why do you hate him though? He’s my best friend. I love him and I want you two to get along.”

You snorted.

“Yeah, I know you love him. Remember, you told me that you told him that you’ve always loved him? That he was your first love?”

You bit your lip, trying hard to keep the jealous edge out of your tone. This is what you’d tried hard to avoid all these years. You hated that you felt like this but you’d been covering up your true feelings for him and the situation, with anger all these years. If you kept yourself at a distance, you were less likely to get hurt.

How wrong you were.

“Is that what this is about? Because I told Spence I loved him?”

“No.”

Maybe.

“Y/N.”

She gave you the same look that your mother had given you in the elevator just days before.

“Jeez, you’ve got mom’s “look” down pat,” you mumbled.

“Please tell me the truth. Is my confession why you hate him?”

Her eyes pleaded with you and you couldn’t help but cave. She was your sister and your best friend and you knew she cared.

“No. I don’t know, maybe partially. But I disliked him way before that anyway. He’s just a know-it-all smartass, that annoys the shit out of me and is just like every other guy to fall head over heels in love with Jennifer Jareau.”

You grimaced, “For a guy that has an IQ of 187, he sure doesn’t know how to be different from other guys.”

“Okay hold up,” JJ held up her hands, “First of all, he is not head over heels in love with me.”

“JJ, please. You’re not an idiot.”

“I’m serious. He may have been once, but he’s not anymore. We’re best friends and that’s it. Besides, we worked out that mess over a year ago. He’s even dated since then.”

“The kid actually dates? I’m shocked,” you said, putting a hand on your chest in mock surprise.

JJ ignored your antics, continuing on.

“Second. He’s actually a really great guy, Y/N. He’s a real sweetheart, really. It’s just a side of him that you don’t see.”

“Yeah like the dark side of the moon,” you muttered.

“Just give him a chance and try to be nice? You know what mom always said. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar. Besides, if you want to go for him, that’s fine.”

You laughed outright at that. As if that would happen.

“On that note, I think I’m gonna head back to your place,” you said standing.

“I have to stay a little later to finish up some work. Can you get home okay on your own?”

You assured her you could and you grabbed your purse.

“Y/N?” she called, as you were about to the glass doors.

“Yeah?”

“Just think about what I said, okay?”

•

If you thought you were gonna get a reprieve after that uncomfortable conversation, you were sorely mistaken.

The moment you stepped out of the BAU, you saw Spencer standing, waiting for the elevator, his hands clutching the strap of his tan satchel as he waited.

“Ah, there she is. The woman who saved the day,” he quipped sarcastically.

“Fuck off Reid. I’m not in the mood.”

“You know, I’m actually shocked that you’re good at something besides bitching.”

You ignored him, your teeth clenching.

“I’m surprised you held your tongue as long as you did earlier. Bet that’s a record for you.”

The elevator doors opened and you got on without a word, Spencer following you.

“What? No comebacks? Amazing. Has Spencer Reid actually won for once?”

You whirled on him, dropping your purse to the elevator floor in the process.

“No because you’re full of shit. You’re the most annoying, stubborn ass, infuriating, egocentric, smart aleck in a fancy suit I’ve ever met!”

His eyes narrowed and his mouth hardened. He pulled his satchel over his head, dropping it too, to the floor. He pushed the emergency button of the elevator with such anger, it was amazing that he didn’t break it. The elevator suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you screeched.

Your body was thrumming with anger. You could and likely would pummel him at any second.

“You’re not leaving this elevator until you tell me what the fuck your problem is,” Spencer glared.

“My problem?” you huffed.

“Yes because I have to deal with you jumping down my throat every single time I see you. You’re the most stuck up, spoiled, self centered, bitchy little brat I’ve had to deal with!”

“Ha! You sure you’re not talking about yourself?”

“You know what I think your problem is?” he challenged.

“Go ahead, try me. I’d love to hear.”

“I think, you don’t know how to deal with how you’re really feeling. So you hide it under anger. You lash out every time your feelings threaten to surface. It’s become a defense mechanism. It’s all you know. You fight with me because it’s the only way to protect yourself; you throw words as your daggers. Simply because you can’t get me out of your mind. I push you to limits you don’t want to think about. You may swear and declare that you hate me but in reality, you’d be thrilled if I took you right up against this elevator wall.”

His voice grew deeper with every word that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Are you profiling me? Cause that’s one hell of a reach.”

“Is it though? You wanna know how I figure that? You told me the other day that I met my match. That I can’t help but fight with you because you get under my skin. Well you were right. I do enjoy it and I think you do too. Because it turns you on. It does the same thing to me. You get under my skin yet at the same time all I can think about is how I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

“You think I’m gonna fall for that shit from just another guy who’s crazy about JJ?” you sneered.

For the first time, he actually looked just the tiniest bit surprised.

“You think I have feelings for JJ? If I had feelings for her, do you honestly think I’d spend all my time and attention on you?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“JJ isn’t the one that occupies my brain, no matter what I try to do, Y/N,” he said through gritted teeth.

His face was mere inches away from yours now. Close enough to see an array of scattered freckles on his face. A few under one eye, a tiny one on the side of his nose, one on his forehead.

His stubble had gotten heavier in the last few days, becoming more scruff than stubble. His lips were naturally plump, an asset that would be the envy of any woman. They were also a natural shade of dark pink, maybe even leaning towards red.

Anger heated his eyes. Or was it desire? You wondered if you looked the same way. Right now, they looked more green in the brighter light in the elevator, but you could still see rings of brown around the edges of his eyes. They were also filled with mischief as if he were up for a challenge.

“You really think you’re going to distract me by putting your tongue in my mouth and getting my panties wet?” you hissed.

“Is that what you want?”

A smirk formed on his lips. He was definitely challenging you.

Your legs were trembling now. Although if you were to admit it, you weren’t entirely sure if it was from anger or arousal.

You pressed your lips together, refusing to say anything, almost afraid what would come out of your mouth. He had you cornered up against the wall now.

“Maybe I should just find out for myself,” he said, propping his hands on either side of the wall by your head, “Make you moan in my mouth while I finger you.”

The anger that was coursing your veins earlier had definitely now turned into desire. Your stomach churned with it. You could feel his body mere inches from yours and the heat from it was making your entire body temperature feel that much higher.

“It’s not like I haven’t imagined making you moan my name,” he whispered, his voice gravelly, his tongue moving out over his lips in a quick swipe.

Your breathing had become shallow and you were throbbing with need. Before you could think of what you were doing, you were already unbuttoning your jeans.

“For once in your life I wish you’d shut up and just do it,” you grunted.

He grabbed your face roughly with both hands, his lips colliding with yours. They were hot and rough against yours, this kiss so hungry and animalistic that it was unreal.

His body was pressed against yours as he pressed you against the cool, metal wall. You could feel his arousal pressed against your thigh and you unwittingly moaned into his mouth. You had a difficult time wrapping your head around the fact that you’d gotten him so hard.

Then again, you were having a hard time wrapping your mind around anything that didn’t involve him.

His tongue moved with yours, ironically increasing your desire, making you wetter. Just like you’d voiced earlier. Damn, the guy sure knew what he was doing.

He pulled your jeans roughly down your legs until they were enough out of the way that he was satisfied. His lips attacked your jaw, then neck, being anything but gentle, but it was working you up more than anything.

Your hands gripped his arms, your teeth bearing down into your bottom lip, resisting the urge to give in to what he wanted: hearing you moan.

He pulled away from you making you suddenly desperate for his lips on your skin again. He pried your hands away from him and held them against the wall, his hips pressing into yours.

His suit pants were a lot thinner than your jeans, so you could feel his erection pressing into you, dangerously close to your throbbing core where all of a sudden, you wanted him the most.

Spencer’s fingers ghosted over the fabric of your underwear, causing you to inhale sharply. It felt good and you wanted more.

You reached for his hand, trying to push it against your core, but he pulled it away, shaking his head.

“No. This is all you’re getting until you admit it.”

His finger trailed up the center of your panties, having just enough pressure to slightly feel his touch. You groaned at his teasing. If your past years of banter had been foreplay then you were more than ready for him to have you.

“Admit what?”

“That you want this,” Spencer stated simply.

His fingertip swirled lightly over the fabric, just above your clit. Light enough that you didn’t get any real friction from the touch and you bucked your hips, desperate to feel it.

“I think it’s fucking obvious,” you said through clenched teeth.

“Yes, but I want to hear you say it.”

His smirk was wolfish. You knew he wasn’t going to give in unless you did what he said.

“I want this,” you groaned.

“What’s that?” he tipped his head to the side, “Can’t hear you.”

“I want this,” you said, a notch louder, gripping his wrist.

“This?”

His fingers dipped into your underwear and his thumb pressed hard against your clit.

“Ah, fuck yes,” you moaned.

He grinned, his finger dipping into your wet warmth.

“Seems like my tongue in your mouth did indeed make you wet,” he chuckled lowly, pulling your underwear off with his other hand.

His fingers teased you as you writhed and moaned, clawing at the elevator wall behind you. He had this amazing way of rubbing his knuckles against your walls as his fingers pumped in and out of you.

“Holy shit, fuck Spencer,” you whined.

You were so turned on, you hardly had any recognition of what was tumbling out of your mouth. It sure seemed to please Spencer, though.

He kept you on your toes though, slowing his fingers just when you thought you were reaching the brink of your orgasm, twisting them so gradually, it was almost painfully pleasant. You swore your eyes almost rolled back in your head when his fingers curled inward in his direction, catching that sweet spot at just the right angle.

He was kissing you as you moaned appreciatively in his mouth. His hands were quite literally magical.

His fingers finally sped up, his thumb focusing all its attention on your clit. You could feel your release quickly approaching and you were ready to succumb to it. You wanted Spencer Reid to make you cum so hard you’d be begging for more.

He did just that.

Your high hit you as you released on his fingers. Your eyes screwed shut, your head banging against the wall. You actually think you stopped breathing for a short second before air rushed back into your lungs and you released a long moan.

“Oh my god, Spencer,” you groaned, reaching for the waistband of his pants.

He’d given you one hell of an orgasm and here you were, ready to beg for more. Especially if they came while he was buried to the hilt inside you.

“That was hot as hell,” he muttered, kissing you again, “It’s sexy seeing you spend all your energy on an orgasm instead of yelling at me. It’s healthier for your body, too.”

He smirked, his teeth pulling on your lower lip gently before pulling away. His hands were working with yours to push his pants down and his boxers too.

“Are you willing to admit you want me to fuck you against this wall now?” he growled.

“Yes, yes. Fuck yes, please.”

Man, if he wanted you to be his bitch ages ago, he probably should’ve just fucked you. One orgasm at his hands and you had turned into a writhing, begging and moaning heap.

But still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he could make you feel so good with his hands, that it would most likely be ten times as amazing with his dick.

He lifted you up, holding you against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed into you. You felt yourself stretching in ways you hadn’t felt in a long time and you couldn’t hold it back; a long, low moan of gratification left your lips.You hated to admit it, but he felt fucking fantastic inside of you.

By his own confirming groan, you could tell he felt the same way as you. At the back of your mind you couldn’t help but wonder why this hadn’t happened years ago.

His hips rocked against yours, slowly at first as his mouth found yours. He was as ravenous for you as you were for him.

Your fingers dug into his back as his thrusts became faster and harder. He was quite literally fucking you into this metal wall and you were loving every second of it.

Your emitted moans were coming every few seconds with every slap of your skin against his. His own grunts and groans came from deep in his throat, making you even hotter.

“S-Spencer,” you stuttered, pulling his face back to yours.

You have him a brief kiss before smirking up at him.

“I’m the spoiled little brat that’s got you moaning like a little bitch,” you panted.

Your words made him groan as he gripped your sides. He must have excellent control because he managed to get a hold of himself, slowing his hips to where he was tantalizingly pulling out of you and pushing back in.

“Still hate me, Y/N?”

“Right now, yes,” you groaned, trying to pull him deeper within you, wanting the previous speed and depth back.

“Now?”

“Ye- ahhh,” a breathy moan came from you as he resumed his harsher and faster thrusts.

“I don’t hate you,” you groaned, lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

Maybe voiced thoughts during sex were the truth because you actually didn’t hate him. Especially right now.

“Fuck, Y/N, yes baby,” he groaned.

He was close to his peak, you could tell. His fingers were on your clit, circling furiously. He was going to make sure you got your orgasm, before he got his. Who knew he was actually so decent?

Your whimpers, moans and groans were rising in pitch. You halfway hoped no one could hear, but at the same time didn’t care. Let the whole building hear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Spencer, I’m coming, I’m-”

With that, the coil of pleasure that had been building up snapped like a broken rubber band, shooting through your entire body.

You may have screeched too, you’re not entirely sure. You were completely lost to the bliss of your orgasm and even more so when he came apart not long after you. If you had thought he was attractive before, he was a hundred times more sexy when he was orgasming above you, all caused by you.

Your movements slowed, your chests both heaving. He held onto you carefully, as if he was afraid to set you down just yet. Probably a good idea considering you felt like you’d lost all function in your legs.

You laughed incredulously, unable to believe what had just happened. That had simultaneously been the craziest yet hottest thing you’d ever done.

Spencer’s smirk was replaced with a more shy, happy smile. It was a better look than the scowl he’d worn for you for so long.

It was like the moment that first orgasm hit you, all the anger, all the hatred, all the negative feelings you’d felt towards him drained from your body. You didn’t have the willpower or the desire to hate him anymore. Not that you ever really had.

“I meant what I said,” you said quietly.

“What’s that? You said a lot of things,” he chuckled.

“That I don’t hate you.”

He took a few moments in silence, parting from you and gently setting your feet on the floor again. He took his time getting decent again, as well. You worried at your bottom lip as you did the same, nervous that you’d said the wrong thing.

“So I was right? About the defensive mechanism and everything?”

“Yeah,” you nodded somberly, “I horribly misjudged you; thinking you were stuck up, full of yourself, better than anyone else, the kind of guy that was like all the others and in love with my sister.”

“If anything, I would think what just happened would prove more than anything that my sights are set on you.”

He had a point.

“Why did you hate me though?”

“I was thrown off by your reaction to me. I thought you were a self entitled, spoiled brat and that you thought you were better than me. Seems like we both vastly misjudged one another.”

“It’s kinda a good thing though,” you said.

Spencer looked at you, baffled.

“It is?”

“Well yeah, cause if none of that happened then that wouldn’t have happened either,” you gestured to the place where moments before the two of you had been a tangle of limbs.

“Good point,” he chuckled.

“Uh, Spencer?”

“Hmm?” he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“You might want to get the elevator moving again.”

“Oh! Right.”

He laughed, hitting the emergency button to restart the elevator.

“I apologize for giving you so much grief though. I’d do anything to make it up to you,” you said.

“How about letting me take you out then? You’re still here for a few more days, aren’t you?” he asked.

You smiled.

“I think I can make all the time in my schedule for you, Spencer.”

His answering smile was enough to make you smile in return.

Oddly enough, the elevator had gone down and back up without stopping, returning to the floor the BAU was on.

“That’s weird,” Spencer mumbled.

The doors parted to JJ waiting to get on.

“Hey, what are you guys still doing here? I thought you left an hour ago.”

Huh, so it’d been an hour.

She got on the elevator, standing between the two of you.

“Elevator issues,” Spencer answered, before you could think of what to say.

“So you’ve been stuck in the elevator together this entire time?” JJ asked.

“Yup,” you answered.

“I guess it’s a miracle you two didn’t tear each other apart then,” she muttered, hitting the button for the ground floor.

Yeah, there might’ve been some tearing involved.

Behind her back, you and Spencer shared a secret smile.

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years ago

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The Stepmother ~ JJK [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.3K

↬↬↬Genre: Non Idol! Family man Jungkook, CEO jungkook, fluffy

↬↬↬Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Jungkook was sitting in his home office saying goodnight to his kids, he was working late again so you were going to do the nice thing and put them to bed for him. He was always working late but thankfully he would come home from his office in the middle of Seoul to come and do his work, never wanting to be away from you and his kids for too long.

"Daddy do we have to go to sleep? We're not tired!" His daughter yelled throwing her arms up dramatically and twirling around. She was still dressed up in her ballet uniform, she'd put on a small show for you and Jungkook after dinner and insisted on wearing it for the rest of the night.

"You have school in the morning darling, your mum will be mad if we don't put you to bed." Jungkook was doing his best to make her see that going to bed was the right thing to do but she was grumbling about how she wanted him to put her to bed instead of you,

"Please Daddy we want you to put us to bed, not her." You looked down at the floor trying to ignore the feeling in the pit of your stomach, you tried not to take it to heart whenever her or her brother would say things like that. They were kids so they didn't know the meaning behind their words even if she did say ''her'' with a harsh tone.

"Come on sweetie, your dad needs to work." You whispered taking her out of the room and into the hallway of the giant home that you and Jungkook lived in - the joys of living with a CEO meant living in a huge house you would sometimes get lost in.

"You did great today, how was practice?" You were trying to make conversation with a six-year-old girl who had made it clear she didn't like you, you'd hoped over time they would grow used to you but it never really happened. You figured it was because their mum was Jungkook's ex-wife that they didn't like you for breaking up their home - which you didn't do. Jungkook and you had gotten together long after he and his ex-wife had broken up and filed for divorce but you didn't blame the kids for blaming you. You had been the same when your father remarried, you didn't like the new girl either but you would do anything to make sure the kids were happy.

"Do you guys want me to read a story?" You questioned as they walked with you towards their bedroom door. Even though the house had more bedrooms than you did shoes Jungkook allowed them to share one room for now since they were still young. Inside there was a huge set of bunk beds with bedsheets in different colours. Each of them had their own side of the room which they had decorated themselves with Jungkook one weekend - it was a long weekend full of paint fights and laughter the house had never been so loud before. Somedays the relationship you had with the kids would be better than others. If you and Jungkook had them for a week they would warm up to you eventually, only to go home to their mum and come back as totally different kids. Yelling at you or spitting abuse in your direction but Jungkook would never do anything about it - mostly because he'd never really taken notice of it before. He was a busy man. You tried not to take it to heart whenever they would come back as different kids who hated your guts but it was hard especially when you and Jungkook had been planning your future together, you didn't feel comfortable being in their future if they didn't like you.

"Can you read us the one about the princess and the ugly step-mother!?" Jungkook's son called out as he rushed into his room and over to the step ladders that got him into the top bunk, he had been the one that was nice to you first. He was a dead ringer for Jungkook as well, he had those same doe-like eyes that made you weak, honestly, the kid could get away with anything if he flashed his eyes around.

"Sure! Do you want the long or short version?" You teased knowing they would always opt for the longer one because it meant that they could stay up later than they shoulder,

"We should get the shorter one, mum is always annoyed whenever we tell her we get the longer version," You looked at his daughter who was packing her bag for school tomorrow and then climbing into her bed. She was mature for someone of her age, you smiled softly at her hoping she would smile back but she got into bed and turned away from you.

"Short one it is then," You whispered sitting down on a chair next to the bed to start telling them the story of Cinderella, you had it memorised in your brain from all of the times you'd heard it as a kid along with all the times you'd read it to both of them.

"Y/n? You won't be like the stepmother in the book will you?" You looked up at the top bunk to see Jungkook's son staring at you through the bars, you glanced at his daughter who looked quite scared as he asked that question.

"Of course not, why would you think that?" Neither of them spoke after that, they just turned around to listen to the rest of the story you were about to tell them but the question lingered in your mind.

"Do you think they'll ever like me?" Your question came out more nervous than you had intended, Jungkook was sitting in the bed with a report trying to finalise it before he went to sleep.

"They love you-" He could tell by the look on your face that you weren't about to buy into that same lie, he sighed placing down the folder and holding out his arms for you. Sighing you crawled into the bed beside him and let him wrap his arms around your shoulder,

"Y/n we've been over this. They just need time to warm up to you." Had he not realised it had almost been two years and they still didn't like you.

"Your daughter hates me Kookie," You whispered turning to face the front of the room instead of looking at him.

"She doesn't hate you she...She's stubborn like her mum." He pulled you closer to his body promising you that he would resolve all of this somehow,

"Are you still dropping them off tomorrow morning with me? I hate the way the other mums look at me." You shuddered at the thought. They all looked at you like you were a home-wrecker. They'd all been friends with Jungkook's wife for years so it wasn't hard to see why they didn't like you but you would have thought they'd be more welcoming to someone who was looking after their friend's kids.

"Yeah, I have to speak to their teachers about something so it's a good thing. Will you get some rest? I have to finish this report first." You nodded your head leaning your head back to kiss him, he left a gentle kiss on your lips before you rolled over to sleep.

Breakfast that morning had been painfully quiet, the kids were keeping their heads down and barely speaking a word to either you or Jungkook.

"Look who's here," You heard someone snigger as you got out of the black SUV that Jungkook had insisted you drove to school in for the day. The usual gaggle of mums were all standing by the gates talking to one another while having their morning coffee's, you looked away from them not wanting to stare while they spoke about you.

"Driving his car now? Does he pay you to look after his kids?!" One of the bolder mothers asked smirking until Jungkook got out of the back seat carrying his son on his hip with his daughter holding his hand. He saw the look on your face and he knew what was happening with them,

"You coming with me?" He questioned reaching you and leaving a kiss on your cheek.

"No, I-I'll stay here with the car. You should speak to the teacher alone." You whispered not having the guts to walk past the mums who would no doubt have something worse to say, they were all dressed in posh outfits while you were in workout leggings and a hoodie - you saw no reason to dress up for just dropping the kids off. It wasn't a fashion show.

"I'll be out as soon as I can." He whispered kissing you on the lips and walking with his kids further into the playground, ignoring the flirty comments he got from mums as he walked by them. It was always the same but who wouldn't want to flirt with Jungkook, he was gorgeous.

"How do you sleep at night?" A voice came out from behind you and you knew it too well turning around to see Jungkook's ex-wife standing there, her hands on her hips as she tapped her heeled foot on the ground.

"Excuse me?" You were polite every time you spoke with her not wanting to cause any unwanted fueds between you both.

"How do you sleep at night? Knowing that you ruined my happy marriage?" You had no idea where any of this was coming from, but she began crying hysterically in front of everyone and you took a step back when the same gaggle of mothers rushed to her aid.

"Sleeping with a married man was one thing but then acting like the kids are you own! It's despicable." One of the mothers spat at you, so that was why they didn't like you? She'd told them you'd been sleeping with Jungkook when they were together which was far from the reason why they broke up.

"I didn't-"

"Go on! Deny it! This is why the kids will never! Like you." She yelled the crocodile tears disappearing as she launched herself towards you screaming about how she was always going to turn the kids on you. What both of you had failed to realise was Jungkook coming back towards the car, she had no idea he'd even been in the school.

"What are you talking about?" You asked as you stared at her,

"You think those little brats want to hate you?! I remind them every day not to be nice to you, telling them to ignore you and do the opposite because I know Jungkook will NEVER marry you if the kids hate you." She had a giant smirk plastered across her face as she admitted to all of this right in front of you, she knew all too well that you would never repeat a word of it back to Jungkook. You were far too nice for that but luckily for you, you wouldn't have to.

"Did I hear that correctly?" Jungkook came out from behind the gates where he had been hiding himself to hear the full story.

"You're turning our kids against the woman I love?" She began stumbling over her words while turning the waterworks back on. The other mothers were still cradling her body as if she was someone that needed to be protected,

"If you hadn't slept with another woman maybe this wouldn't have happened!" A blonde screeched but Jungkook pushed his hands into his suit pockets laughing softly,

"Is that what she told you happened? Shall we tell them the real reason we're divorced?" Jungkook pulled one of his hands from his pocket and stretched his hand out for you to take, you gladly did falling into his side and relaxing a little now that he was by your side. The other mothers began leaning away from his ex frowning at what he was saying.

"Should we mention the money you were keeping from me? The men you were seeing behind my back or should we mention the constant need to party almost every weekend which was why I was granted almost full custody." Jungkook had finally had enough of her treating you the way she did and now that she'd brought the kids into the battle he wasn't about to let her get away with everything he'd been doing.

"No...No Jungkook I was just-"

"You were just leaving. You'll hear from the lawyer in a couple of weeks, don't think for one second I won't file for full custody," He hissed at her pulling you in the direction of the SUV and helping you inside. The gaggle of mothers all left her standing there alone as she came to terms with what the lying she'd been doing had gotten her into.

"You can't take them away from me-"

"Yes I can and I will." He told her as he got into the car and started up the engine, leaving her there in the street while he drove off with you by his side.

"You alright?" He chuckled, you'd been the one to get insulted and yet you were the one asking if he was alright,

"I'm fine. How are you?" You shrugged your shoulders, none of their comments had ever really bothered you but at least you got to the bottom of why the kids hadn't taken too kindly to you.

"I'll talk to them later, but for now I have the rest of the day off...What do you want to do?" He chuckled leaning across when he got to a red light so that he could kiss you.

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magicforjournals · 4 years ago

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The Green Dress (A Story About Loki) Chapter one : Him

Summary : A love story between a simple girl and Loki. Having been friends with Natasha for a couple of years now, you were used to her meddling in your love life. You and Nat met back when she was “working” for Tony; both of them had attended the opening of the new school, which you worked at, dedicated to Stark. She had walked over to ask if you needed help with anything as you were setting up the donations table. Your friendship developed from there on and you basically became sisters. You don’t think, however, that she was ready for how Loki changed your life.

Warning : None

You smile as you look down at your phone, which was ringing on your desk. Of course, Nat would call you right as the school day ends.

“Hey! What’s going on?” You say as you answer the call.

“Why do I only work with children?” Nat whines. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my job! But God, I wish I didn’t have to babysit them, you know.”

“I know hun, but are you honestly that surprised?” You reply as you’re picking up your class material and shoving everything in your bag. “How about I pick you up from work, and we go out for some drinks? I don’t have any grading to do today!” That was a rare occurrence. You usually had so much work. Your students were some of the more gifted ones in the entire school, and you always had extra work for them to do, meaning more work for you.

“Damn, you’re either slacking or you’re very efficient teach! We are having a party tonight at the compound remember?” Shit, you had forgotten about it. Who the hell has a party on a Thursday night?! And of course, you had promised the Avengers you’d attend… smart.

“I didn’t forget,“ Lies. “I have to go home and change, I’ll head over right after.“

“I stopped by your apartment to grab your clothes for you already,“ Nat says, all giddy. “I told you that giving me a key was a mistake. And I’m parked outside, no drinking and driving tonight! So hurry up, it’s freezing out here!” Oh God, why were you not surprised that she had done all of that?

“You’ll be the death of me Romanoff. I’ll be out in a sec then,“ you sigh. This woman was sometimes too much.

You chuckle as you finish packing your bag and walk out, locking the door to your classroom behind you. As you open the door to the outside, a chilling breeze greets you, making you shiver and shut your coat closed against your chest. As you make sure your car is locked, pressing the button three times just to be sure, you see Nat waving at you from the driver seat of her car. You think about the first time she told you about her job and her past, both of you drunk in your living room, swapping stories. Of course, your past wasn’t as rough as hers, but still, you felt connected to her in many ways. She quickly became your best friend, and the one you called after each miserable date, or whenever the awful guy you were dating dumped you. After your last breakup, around 8 months ago, she had vowed to find you the perfect man. She had talked about setting you up with one of the Avengers, but nothing had come of it.

“You look exhausted! What the hell did those kids do to you today?!“ Are the first words Nat greets you with when you open the car door. Geez, you didn’t think you looked that bad.

“You look nice too Nat!“ You smirk back, tossing your purse on the back seat.

“Get in loser,“ She answers, smiling. This friendship is definitely one of a kind! As you get in, you see that Nat seems a little on edge - almost nervous. This is odd. Usually, Nat isn’t the nervous type. She starts driving away, and you lean back on the leather seat, wondering what is bothering your friend. You know not to pry sometimes but this is different, she almost seems excited?

“Spill it Red“ You finally say.

“Ok, I’ll tell you, but don’t be mad at me ok?“ She replies in a small voice, a guilty look on her face.

“Oh no, I don’t like when you make that face. What did you do this time?“ You’re even scared to ask that.

“Steve is gonna be there tonight.“

Steve… Steve Rogers, the man you’ve had a HUGE crush on since the day you met. He was just so sweet and so considerate. And hot. Oh God was he ever hot. You’ve dreamt of climbing him like a tree and feel his strong hands on your body, around your neck. Nat had once tried to talk him into asking you out, but he never did. He didn’t want to force you into this crazy mess that was his life, that much he had told you face to face. From that day on, you rarely were in the presence of one another, not that you’ve been avoiding him nor he avoiding you, it just happened that way. There still was this weird feeling, tension between you guys, and being in his company made you sort of on edge. It was crazy, you knew nothing would happen between the two of you.Nat was still hoping however.

“That’s ok Nat. I’m over it. Why do you feel bad though? About the fact that Rogers is gonna be there?“ And then it hit you… She had picked out your outfit for tonight. “Oh no, Natasha, what did you grab out of my closet?“ You ask, panic in your voice.

“The green dress.”

You nod and sigh in relief. Ok, that wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. You liked your emerald green dress. It was a little dressy, off the shoulder, hugged all your curves, but it was nice! It made you feel beautiful and powerful whenever you wore it too. “Oh, and Thor is apparently bringing his brother too. They’re trying to rebuild their relationship, or whatever. I still don’t trust Loki, but Thor seems adamant that he’s changed, so we’ll see.“ Natasha adds, shrugging her shoulders, quite indifferent about the situation and making the turn on to the road to the compound, stopping to scan her ID at the gate.

You hadn’t met Loki yet. In the past couple of years, you had of course heard about Loki Laufeyson, the villain that tried to take over Earth. However, to you, it seemed that he was a misunderstood child and was finally lashing out after all those years. Guess you’ll be confirming your suspicions tonight.

Natasha pulls up in her parking space next to Tony’s multiple cars and you both get out, just chatting about your day at school, how your students are advancing rapidly. She cares so much about your job and your kids, it’s endearing. She would’ve been a great teacher, a mother even, if she hadn’t been brought up in that place… You subconsciously shiver at the thought of the Red Room Natasha mentioned once a long time ago, but that bit of information was forever etched into your brain.

As you walk into the building, making your way to Nat’s little apartment, you guys bump into Pepper, her arms full of documents and looking a little frazzled.

“Woah, you okay there Pepper?“ You ask, instinctually reaching out to help her.

“Yeah,“ she sighs, out of breath. “Just taking care of some business for Stark Industries. Tony had to sign a couple of things for me to go ahead with the deals.“ Poor Pepper, she worked so hard as the CEO, she often forgets to take time for herself.

“Why don’t you come by my place, we’re getting ready for the party tonight. You could use a drink Pep, seriously.“ Nat replies, taking the papers out of Pepper’s arms. “I’ll ask someone to drop these off at your office. Door is unlocked, you guys go, I’ll meet you there in a second!“ She nudges you and Pepper down the hall.

You’ve always liked Nat’s small studio apartment, it was cozy and peaceful. Like promised, Natasha met up with you guys after only a couple of minutes and you three started getting ready for the party, drinking, doing your makeup - something out of a bad rom-com honestly.

“So why are you guys having this party again?” You ask as you’re walking down the stairs to the living room/bar idea. Nat had done your makeup, (she was so talented honestly!) and you were wearing that green dress she had also picked out for you, you felt beautiful and you were excited to let loose on a Thursday night (you still thought that was weird), your week had been rough so far.

“It’s to celebrate Maria’s birthday, she didn’t want to do anything huge so we thought she’d like to hang out with friends.” Pepper replies.

And friends there was, everyone was there. Even Bucky! You hadn’t seen him in a while, he stayed away often, trying to figure out where he fits in this new life of his now. Nonetheless, you always enjoyed his company, he was quite funny and you were happy to see him again.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs you scanned the room, looking for Steve, hoping that tonight’s interactions with him won’t be too weird, when you land on a pair of stunning blue/green eyes just staring at you. Almost immediately, you feel your heart flutter and your stomach twist, a warm feeling spreading inside of you. Who was that? Your eyes start moving down the stranger’s face, below his mesmerizing eyes, framed by thick black brows, there was a straight nose, thin but beautiful lips, dimples as he was smiling at you, a strong jaw…

“That’s Loki,” Nat whispers in your ear. “I don’t know why Thor thought it’d be a good idea to bring him tonight.” She keeps talking, but you don’t hear anything. All you see is this fascinating man, who is smiling kindly at you from across the room, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

So that’s him. Loki.

#loki x reader #loki laufeyson #marvel #mcu #avengers #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #steve rogers #pepper potts #thor #tom hiddleston #chris evans #reader insert #green dress

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buglife · 4 years ago

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Quirrel properly introducing Ghost as his partner to survived!Monomom? :3c

(Again no beta sorry for errors!)

“Well Quirrel, I’ll admit that this is quite lovely.”

Monomon lounged on the plush chair, decadent pillows and silken throws made it unbelievably comfortable. Colors in blues and greens decorated the snug little abode, making her think of her home in Fog Canyon. Perhaps this room was chosen for that very reason, Monomon didn’t have much love for the royal whites and opulent reds decorating most of the city. She rather liked the soothing cooler colors, it made her less antsy. She reached with a tentacle to snag another biscuit from the heavily laden tea table, the array of sandwiches and sweets already mostly eaten. Her other tentacle delicately held a cup of tea which she sipped from here and there. The room was private and out of the way, perfect to catch up a little with her son.

Her son had certainly changed, but she figured it was for the better. Before she left for the long sealing sleep, Quirrel had been depressed. He know what was to become of her and despite the palatable sadness, he still bravely soldiered on with the plan. She regrets it so much now, so much time lost due to that damnable wrym, but when she surprisingly awoke again she was glad to see that the first person she saw was him. It had been a blur of years, making up for lost time and adjusting to a much more agreeable ruler. Her little pillbug had gone from a tiny little creature, munching on trash, to a stately and powerful bug. The nail he carried at his side was forged into a pure nail, one of the few in existence. His previous kerchief had been traded out with one of silk and lovely embroidered patterns. It was the only things he accepted to show his status and it suited him nicely. This time he sat before her unburdened by scroll cases and tablet boxes, just sitting like he used to before the Infection. It was good to see him smile. It was good to see such an air of confidence and strength in him, she just wished he didn’t have to go through what he did to get it.

“I know, It’s why I picked it out.” Quirrel was leaning back in his own chair, a picture of relief she could even feel as he relaxed. After all, he is now the Royal Scholar, he is a rather busy bug these days. “It’s just, nice to have a bit of comfort and quiet away from...you know…”

“The ass kissers.” Monomon finished with a wink.

Quirrel groaned and for a moment, held his eyes in his hands as he leaned forward. “They won’t leave me alone! And they are so, so stupid! They ask me things knowing they don’t want to hear the answer I give!”

“That’s what happens when you are so close to the Sovereign.” She tutted gently as she took a sip of tea. Quirrel sighed in response.

“That could have been you, ya know. If you decided to take that position.”

“You know as well as I do, my little scholar, that it was the Sovereign who chose you for it. They basically told me that I have free reign to do as I please, as long as it somehow would benefit the kingdom. I need no titles to do the job I have always done. And you know I would certainly take the position most likely to remove nobles from my sight entirely.”

Quirrel narrowed his eyes a little as he looked at his mother. “And that is because they know that nobles will start to vanish if they had to interact with you.”

“It’s not my fault my body needs acid and nobles are notoriously clumsy.” Monomon faked indignation as she sipped more of her tea. “They also like to look in places where they shouldn’t. I did put up signs, you know. But accidents do happen.”

He couldn’t help but snort, inhaling bread crumbs and having to cough them back out. “Mother!” She reached over a limb to pat him on the back.

“Don’t choke, love, or our Ruler will be without their Royal Scholar.” She teased gently.

“As if they’d let me die from something as indignant as choking to death on a sandwich.” He coughed up the last of the crumbs and took a deep breath.

“Are they that possessive now?” She questioned.

He sifted a little, and his antenna began to twitch. She could instantly tell he was blushing under his mask. He was trying so very hard to not cover his eyes and bury his head in his lap again.

“Quirrel.”

“Well...yes...but because well...you see….” He let out a held breath and sank lower in his chair. He was drawing his legs up, preparing to roll up just like he used to always too when terribly embarrassed.

“Quirrel.”

“The more time you spend with a bug and um...you know. Things happen and well...”

“Quirrel. Don’t roll up on me now.”

He made a pathetic squeak in response.

She was going to comment further, but there was a shifting of the door curtains and a regal horned head poked their way through. She was going to snap at whoever it was to get the fuck out and let her tease her boy some more, but then she noticed just who it was attempting to come in.

“Oh, hello, your Majesty.” She gave a polite nod. “You have caused my son no small amount of embarrassment, I’d like to know why.”

Ghost struggled with the curtains for a second, looking very undignified as they had to untangle their long pronged horns from the thick fabric. Once fully inside, they bowed to her and Quirrel. If there’s one thing she liked the best about Sovereign Ghost was that they showed respect to everyone, well, those that deserve it. They had also changed greatly since she saw them all that time ago. They were so wee, so adorable, and then they had to catch up on growing and stop being so cute. They still were, if she had to admit. They were distinct enough that they didn’t need anything like a crown or anything else, they just had their pure nail and a heavily fluffy mantled cloak. They were now about a head taller than Quirrel and she didn’t know if they would end up the huge size of their sibling, Hollow, or have finished growing. Size wasn’t everything, Princess Hornet was smaller but had NO problems beating those that challenged her into submission. It was amusing to watch.

Monomon watched as their head turned to Quirrel, tilting their head in a sign of worry.

“You’re...you’re late.” He squeaked, trying his damndest to unroll himself.

Ghost signed back in a flurry of hands. <”Sorry. I got caught up in something.”>

“So, you were supposed to be here to begin with? To what do I owe this pleasure? More gossip?” Monomon smiled, oh she just loved it when she could pick the ruler’s brain for gossip. Juicy, juicy gossip.

<”No, but later If you like. This was Quirrel’s idea.”>

“Oh really.” She leaned over to her still flustered son. “Why is that?”

“Because...because well...we…” He stuttered on his words. “We…”

Ghost took the initiative to kneel before her, stunning both into silence. It wasn’t just the polite kneel one takes, it was full on on the floor, pressing their head into the ground In front of her.

Monomon watched in silence as they rose up from the kneel, reaching into their cloak to withdraw a bouquet of beautiful, slightly glowing flowers. The colors rippled in the light as she took the bundle.

<”Lady Monomon.”> They signed once she took the flowers from their hands. <”I ask your permission to court your son.”>

Her eyes flickered over briefly to Quirrel, he was practically swooning. She darted them back to Ghost, their ruler, a literal god of the void, fidgeting in nervousness like a teenage schoolchild as they awaited her answer. Oh this was awesome, this was great.

“So this is what this is all about.” She exclaimed, grasping the flowers to her chest in utter glee. “No wonder why you are being bothered by the nobles, my dear...you’re fucking the sovereign!”

Quirrel gasped and nearly fell off his chair. All traces and feelings of romance were now completely squashed. “MOTHER!”

Ghost just stood there, blinking.

“Your majesty, my son is his own bug. You don’t have to ask me permission to do anything with him as long as he consents to it!”

Ghost relaxed in relief.

“BUT,” She reached a tentacle outwards to poke them directly in the middle of the head.

“If you hurt him in anyway, you will die. I’m old. I don’t care if I die and drag a god down with me, but you will go down with me, I can promise.”

“MOTHER.” Quirrel twisted, trying to get to his feet as he watched her technically assault the ruler of an entire kingdom, and then threaten them.

To Quirrel’s relief, Ghost mearly nodded.

<”I accept those terms. I would rather risk death than to be apart from Quirrel. I promise he will not want for anything and if it should come to it, I would lay down my life for his.”>

Monomon clapped her tentacles together. “Wonderful! Wonderful! Now, come sit!”

Ghost eyed Quirrel, who turn shook his head. “Sorry love, but you’re trapped now. Sit, and it’ll all be over soon.”

Ghost sighed, resigned to thier fate, as they carefully sat with Quirrel. Quirrel wrapped an arm around their carapace in support, as they both looked upon the now giddy Monomon.

“Now,” She said, glee in her voice. “Tell me everything.”

#hollow knight #fanfic #fanfiction #terra lumina canon #tiny scholar au #monomom #monomon the teacher #quirrel #ghost #ruler ghost #ghost/quirrel #monomon would box with god to protect her bby #i went with sovereign as it is gender neutral #post embrace the void ending #everyone lives/nobody dies #romance #Anonymous #terra lumina #my writing

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years ago

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Title: Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Soft Yoongi x reader ft. JK

Warnings: best friends to lovers, angst, Super fluff, crack, smut, hand job, oral (f) (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), teasing, orgasm denial.

Rating: 18 and over

Yoongi:

“When do you leave?” Yoongi asks you, watching you pace back and forth packing your overnight bags. “Um, Tomorrow. How about you?” Yoongi picks at his fingers, looking up from under his dark bangs. “Sunday.” “What are you guys going to do this year?” You ask him before disappearing into your room. “My brother is going to make a huge dinner and then maybe watch movies, nothing fancy.” Yoongi sighs, lying through his teeth. He never goes home for the holidays. He just says he does so you never feel bad for him. He usually spends his time on the couch watching Netflix, reading, fiddling on his phone, or jacking off while he waits for you to come home. “That sounds fun!” You comment. “Nah, not like your family. You guys go all out.” He comments, feeling the pang of loneliness in his chest with every item you collect and pack. You and Yoongi had been best friends for five years and rooming for three years. He wasn’t sure exactly when his feelings for you developed but they had, and boy had they flourished more and more over the past year. He found himself almost completely dependent on your company that the thought of you being gone for an entire week made him feel so lost and lonely.

“What do you want to do tonight?” You poke your head out of your room, staring at Yoongi now. “Movie?” Yoongi shrugs. You smile at him and God that smile, that smile makes Yoongi melt. “Let’s order out tonight and cuddle on the couch! We won’t be seeing each other for a whole week. How are we ever going to survive?” Yoongi swallows, pouting to himself. “We’ll manage I’m sure.” He says aloud, trying to convince himself of the words he’s speaking. You soon emerge from your room and plop down on the couch beside Yoongi. “I swear you never miss me when I’m gone. I think you like the time away from me.” Yoongi looks you over as you nuzzle into his side. He wanted to tell you, you were wrong, that he was going to miss you like crazy, but he didn’t want to sound desperate or crazy. “We are going to be too distracted with our families to miss each other Y/N.” “You’re right Yoongi, you always are!” You spend the evening stuffing your faces with dinner, popcorn, and snacks. The time passes so quickly that it isn't until your soft snores reach Yoongi’s ears, that he realizes that you are asleep on his shoulder. He looks over your soft features, tucking your hair away from your face, tempted to kiss your soft lips. Instead, he rests his head on yours, soon falling asleep beside you.

SATURDAY:

Y/N:

You fumble with your overnight bag, letting it flop to the ground by the door as you run back to Your room for a phone charger. “I’m all set Yoongi. Come say bye!” Yoongi soon emerges from his room, sleep still stuck in his messy hair. He opens his arms wide and you take him in a full hug. “Send me pictures ok and I’ll call when I get to my parents' house. Don’t sleep all day.” He nods simply with a tight smile. “Do you want me to carry that downstairs for you?” He grumbles when he sees you toss your bag onto your shoulder. “Nope! The cab is right downstairs. I’ll be fine. Thank you though. Tell your family I said hi.” He nods again and you take your leave.

You arrive at the airport and wait around for three hours only to find your flight has been delayed until tomorrow night! “Fuck!” You whine under your breath. You head over to a ticket agent to see if you can finagle your way onto an earlier flight. “Sorry ma’am, it’s the holidays, everything is booked! If there was something I could do I’d be sure to do it.” You nod, rolling your eyes as you walk off. You run outside to catch a cab back home, knowing there was no way you were going to sleep in a crowded airport. You call Yoongi’s phone to see if there is anything you can grab for lunch for him, but he doesn’t answer. “Oh well, we can order when I get there.” You enter your apartment and toss your overnight on the floor. “Yoongi,” you shout into the apartment, hearing music coming from the back of the apartment, “You will never believe what happened at the airport.” You walk back towards Yoongi’s room, the music playing growing louder as you approach. “Why are you blasting the music?” You huff, opening his door and entering his room. You gasp at the sight of Yoongi seated at his computer, headphones on and attached to his laptop streaming porn, his pants around his ankles. His head is thrown back and his eyes are tightly closed while he frantically fists his cock. He bites his lip hard, holding back his strained moans. You want to look away, close the door, but God if he doesn’t look so fucking hot. You feel your panties soak at the sight of his swollen tip drooling pre-cum onto his hand with every up thrust. His cock so much larger than you imagined. You swallow hard, licking your lips, trying to hold back the urge to drop to your knees before him when he suddenly pops his eyes open, looking down at his own member before rolling his neck and locking eyes with you. You both jump up in unison and you watch as he tries to use his shirt to cover his glorious cock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” He shouts causing you to shriek and slam his door shut. You run to your room and plop down on your bed, feeling hot all over. “Holy fuck!” You sigh.

Soon, a soft knock on your door startles you. You clear your throat, “Come in.” Yoongi opens your door and enters, face flushed. “Hey, you ok? Sorry I shouted at you.” He says, arms crossed. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve knocked. I tried calling you. My flight got delayed till tomorrow night. I’m didn’t mean to intrude.” He nods and soon smirks when he sees how flustered you are. “It’s ok. We can just forget it.” He chuckles. “Yes, for sure,” You clear your throat, knowing you’ll never get the sight of his cock out of your head, “You should check your flight and see if maybe yours was delayed also.” You add, trying to distract from your dirty thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll look later. Why don’t we grab some food? I’m starving.” He rubs his tummy. “I bet.” You mumble. “Come again?” “Nothing. I said, let’s eat!” He nods and walks off. You release a trembled sigh, standing slowly and following him out to the living room. He plops on the couch, running his hands through his hair. You had always thought Yoongi was hot, having spent the better part of five years with him, you knew things no one ever would. He was caring and understanding in ways no one else was, not even members of your own family, it was no wonder He had held such a special place in your heart. You had sometimes liked to envision what life would be like if you two just got together but you never wanted to complicate things; the fear of losing your best friend too great to risk.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N." Yoongi waves his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. “I’m sorry I zoned out. Did you say something?” “Are you in the mood for pizza?” He says slowly. “Sure. That's fine.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Look, maybe we should talk about what you saw. I don't want things to be awkward between us. I thought you were gone or else I wouldn’t have been so…comfortable I suppose.” Your eyes widen at his explanation. “Oh God no! You don’t have to explain yourself. This is your place too. I was rude to have just stood there. I was in shock, I guess. It’s perfectly normal and you have every right to be…. uh…. comfortable. Things won’t be awkward, I promise. I’m just trying to figure out a time frame for getting to my parents place you know.” You give him a reassuring smile. He nods and pulls out his phone to order the pizza.

The evening moves forward like normal and soon you both head to bed. “Hey, what time is your flight tomorrow?” You ask Yoongi before he walks off completely. “Uh. Late.” He gives a tight smile. You eye him suspiciously but think nothing further. Once in your room, you call your parents' house and get the machine. “Hey guys, it's me. Um, my flight got delayed so I won't be there until early Monday morning. I'll just catch a cab from the airport to your place. Love you guys. Talk soon.” You spend the evening tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the thought of Yoongi’s euphoric face stuck in your brain as he stroked his member. You roll onto your back in a huff, biting your bottom lip at the feel of your slick coat your core. You fondle at your own breast, wondering to yourself if Yoongi is fast asleep.

Yoongi:

Yoongi swallows down his glass of water quickly, searching his mind for a good enough excuse to feed you tomorrow when you notice he isn’t packed and ready to go anywhere. He’s angry with himself for being a coward and not coming clean ages ago and just telling you straight out his family didn’t celebrate the holidays. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he got a phone call for his birthday. He shrugs, telling himself he will just deal with it tomorrow. He had a bigger fish to fry and that was being caught jerking off. How could he be so reckless? He was always careful to lock his door. He chuckles to himself thinking of how flustered you look, wondering if it was at all possible for you to be turned on. He shakes his head, clearing the idea from his mind, there was no way you could have feelings for him. He slowly rotates his shoulders, quietly padding past your door to get back to his room. “Yoongi.” He swears he hears come from your room. He pauses for a moment, leaning in towards your door to see if he could hear any movement. He hums to himself when he hears nothing and goes to walk off again. “I’m so wet for you Yoongi.” Yoongi’s brow shoots up at the statement and he quietly moves towards your door, his heart slamming against his chest. Is she? He thinks to himself, pressing his ear to your door. He can hear your muffled pants and moans as he pushes his ear further into the wood. “God, I need your gorgeous cock inside me. Please baby.” Yoongi’s eyes widen and he shoves his knuckle in his mouth to keep from screaming. Your breath begins to quicken and Yoongi feels his cock come to life with each sweet moan. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You cry out. “Fuck.” Yoongi whispers under his breath, gripping his erection through his pajama pants. He moans and walks off, needing to find his own release.

Y/N:

You wake around 11 feeling nice and energized. You stretch your body and suddenly realize you have no clue whether Yoongi has left yet. You jump out of bed and walks over to his room, knocking on the door. No answer. You know harder, hearing him grumble to life, soon shuffling to the door. He unlocks it and opens it rubbing eyes. “What time is your flight? I got scared you left already.” You pout at him. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “Well, I’ll make a quick brunch for us before we go. Wake up.” You rub his tummy and spin, heading to the bathroom to wash up.

You hear Yoongi shuffle into the bathroom when you head into the kitchen. A soft knock on your apartment door. You answer it to find your neighbor Miss Markley standing before you. “Good morning Miss Markley. Everything ok?” “Good morning darling. Everything is great! I got some of Yoongi’s mail in my box again. Didn’t want him to miss it. Happy holidays you two." You grab the envelope from her and wish her a Happy Holiday as well. Looking over the envelope, you see it’s from Yoongi’s brother, post marked from Germany. Your brow furrows confused on how that could be. You place the card on the table and begin mixing batter together for pancakes.

Yoongi soon emerges, greeting you with a tight smile. “You got mail. Miss Markley dropped it off.” Yoongi looks over the envelope and opens it. You watch him carefully, eyeing for a reaction as he reads the handwritten letter. “All good?” You ask once you see Yoongi tear up the letter and toss it in the trash. “Yeah, just sending Holiday wishes.” “That’s sweet especially since you’re going home to see him. In Korea.” You nod. Yoongi nods with a smile, pouring himself some orange juice and sitting at the table. “You little fucking liar.” You snap. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Come again?” “The letter was post marked from Germany; I didn’t know you brother was even in Germany! What's going on Yoongi? Seriously! What are you hiding?” Yoongi sighs. “I didn’t know he was in Germany either. Apparently, he’s met a woman and they’ve moved out there. He’s happy. He wanted to let me know. Happy now? Secrets out.” He sips from his juice. “Wait, so you haven’t been speaking to your brother? I thought you saw him last year for the holidays?” “Not everyone has a happy family dynamic like you Y/N. I don’t see my family for the holidays ok. I’ve been lying. I stay home every year and watch shit TV. It’s fine.” “It’s not fine,” You say, walking over and taking his hand in yours, “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me this.” He yanks his hands away. “I didn’t because of this. I don’t want your pity. I don’t feel bad about it and so I don’t want you to either. It's not a big deal.” He sips his juice again. You nod quickly and head back to the stove to make pancakes when it hits you. “I have the perfect idea,” You spin around, “Why don’t you come with me to my parents' house?? Spend the holidays with me and my family? They won’t mind at all. They love guest.” He shakes his head furiously. “Seriously its ok.” “It's decided. If you’re truly my best friend and love me, you will spend the holidays with me.” He scoffs at your comment. “Y/N I really don’t want to impose. I’ll be fine here.” You walk over to him and drop to your knees, pouting. “Please Min Min. If you really love me, you’ll say yes.” He laughs wide, exposing his gums. “Fine.” You jump up and down in delight. “We are going to have so much fun! I can’t wait. Let me call the airline and get you a flight asap. You walk off. “Hey, the pancakes will burn!” Yoongi shouts at you.

Yoongi:

‘Jesus this house is big.’ Is all Yoongi can think as you both pull up to the front of your parents' house. Yoongi knew your family was wealthy but not this wealthy. This was more of an estate than a family home. Yoongi felt anxiety hit him with the thought that he wouldn’t fit in. “Come on, let’s get in there. We will have to be quiet. Everyone is probably sleeping.” Yoongi nods, hopping out of the car and moving towards the trunk to grab the bags. You both walk towards the house and Yoongi watches as you bend down and lift the welcome mat to retrieve a key. “I thought people only did that in the movies.” Yoongi laughs. “They only did it because they knew I was coming.” You whisper. He watches you unlock the door, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and quietly walks in behind you. He chuckles softly as your family dog, a golden retriever, runs up to you both. Yoongi crouches down to pet him, snuggling into his soft hair. “What’s your name buddy?” “Literally.” You whisper. “Oh? It's Buddy?” Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Hi Buddy.” He whispers softly to your dog, scratching him all over. “Come.” Y/N whispers to Yoongi. He looks up and follows you up the stairs and down a long hallway. “Where are we going?” He whispers. “To my room, I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted!” “Like, together?” Yoongi feels his heart race at the thought of sharing a room with you under your parents' roof. “Don't be a baby Min.” You whisper to Yoongi.

Yoongi enters your childhood bedroom and finds himself emersed, first, in your scent. It's everywhere. He smiles gently, dropping the bags to the ground. He moves around the room, looking about at your old photos and trophies. He chuckles at how adorable you were as a child. He runs his fingers over your ribbons, taking the time to read each achievement. “You’re amazing Y/N. You did all this as a kid?” He marvels. You throw yourself atop your plush bed while Yoongi continues to glance over your things. “Yeah, my parents where overachievers and expected the same from us kids.” He nods and even though he can hear the disdain in your voice, he still thinks it's all amazing. His heart flutters and in that moment, he knows for sure, he’s fallen even more in love with you. “Come cuddle Min.” You whisper and he is more than happy to oblige, kicking off his sneakers and hopping into the bed with you.

The following morning, Yoongi stirs from under the plush covers, unsure of when he nestled under there. He stretches wide, rolling over to find Y/N gone. He pops up quickly, looking around the room to find a young man sitting at the edge of the bed chomping on cereal. “You her boyfriend?” He drawls between chews. “No, roommate.” Yoongi grumbles. He eyes you suspiciously. “You sleep in the same bed as your roommate?” “We’re close. Um, are you family?” Yoongi asks. The young man nods. “I’m her brother. JK. Adopted, before you comment on how alike we look.” He chuckles shoveling more cereal in his mouth. “I don’t think you look alike.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re the first. I know people are just being nice, but I find it silly. Anyway, you should get downstairs. Pop is dying to pick your brain. He’s gonna kill you when he finds out you're rooming with his baby girl. Good lucckkkk!” JK sing songs out of the room. Yoongi throws his head back on the pillow, rubbing his eyes hard. “What the fuck am I doing here?” He asks aloud, placing his hand on his strumming heart.

Y/N:

“Pop, you better be nice. I’m serious. He’s a great guy and he has always been a gentleman to me.” You explain to your father about Yoongi. “Why isn’t he with his family?” Your father questions, flipping pancakes. JK appears, slurping milk from his bowl. “He looks harmless pop; I can totally take him.” “Don’t be a jerk Jay!” “They slept in the same bed by the way.” You gasp at JK tattling. “Wait, I thought you said he was just a friend.” Your father eyes you. “He is but we are close, so sometimes we share a bed, who care? It isn’t a big deal. It doesn’t mean anything. JK has a big mouth.” You toss a hand towel at your brother’s face. He giggles, sticking his tongue out at you. “Now, now, baby girl, JK is your brother. He’s just looking out for you. I mean come on, I don’t know this kid, never even met him and suddenly you show up with him in the middle of the night and I find out you’re both snuggled up in bed together. What am I supposed to think?” “That I am an adult, and you can trust me. I swear pop, I will be so angry and disappointed if you mistreat my BEST friend.” “Oh, Charlie, give it a rest.” Your mother walks in, dropping the morning paper on the counter and pulling you into a hug. “How’s my baby girl been?” “Good momma. I miss you guys! Well not so much JK but you and pop.” You snuggle into her arms. “Hate you too sis.” JK says while shoving bacon in his mouth. “Will you get outta here and set the table for breakfast.” Your father scolds him. JK huffs but walks off to do as he’s told.

Yoongi soon emerges, fresh faced from a shower. “Morning.” He waves with a smile. “Good morning darling. Welcome to our home. Y/N has told us so much about you and we are thrilled to have you here with us for the holidays. Right Buck?” You mother greets. Your father takes a deep breath before turning to greet Yoongi. You shoot him the evil eye. “That’s right son, welcome to our home, happy to have you. Names Charlie but people call me Buck. This is my wife Alice and you’ve met JK. Uh, mi casa and all that.” He nods at Yoongi, turning back to the stove. “Oh, don’t mind him, he’s an old grump. Help yourself to anything you want, you don’t even need to ask. We are tree hunting later so I hope you brought warm clothes. JK is setting the table, why don’t you go help him? I’m sure you boys can bond.” Yoongi nods. “Of course. I’d love to help out.” “Come Min, I'll show you the dining area.” Yoongi bows to your mother before following you out of the room.

“My hands are sweating.” He comments once you’re both alone. “Don’t be nervous they are harmless. My dad is a teddy bear. He’s just messing with you because I’ve never brought a guy home. My mom loves you already and JK is just a brat.” Yoongi smiles at you. “Who you calling a brat?” “You, you little snitch! You had to tell dad we slept together?” JK snorts out a laugh. “You should’ve seen your face. You almost turned green. I was sure you would throw up.” “You’re such a shit.” “You’re such a daddy’s girl.” “Are you both like this all the time?” Yoongi chimes in. “For the most part. If we lived together, we may have had one of those loving brother sister relationships with a tad bit of teasing but since she doesn’t live here, I make it my life’s work to give her hell when she’s here.” JK explains with a shit eating grin. Yoongi just shakes his head, placing plates down on the table. “You’re supposed to be helping Jay.” You snap. He just shrugs. “You guys are doing a great job.” “Here, put down the cutlery.” Yoongi demands, handing the items to JK. You can’t help but smile. “Aww, you like her, but like for real.” JK teases and Yoongi’s face drops. “You are a little shit.” Yoongi mumbles. “That is so adorable you guys. So, are you crushing on each other or is this like a secret lovers thing?” He continues rambling as he makes his way around the table. “Shut up Jay!” You shout. JK’s eyes widen. “Ah, it’s a secret. Sorry.” He whispers to you. “I’ll kill you Jay, I swear.” He smirks at you. “Guys come grab the food to bring to the table.” Your father shouts and you are grateful for the interruption.

Yoongi:

“Now I know where Y/N learned to make her pancakes from.” Yoongi comments, wiping his mouth of his breakfast. He rubs his tummy lightly, looking over at you. “Had to teach my baby girl here everything I know. Do you cook Yoongi?” Yoongi nods. “I do. Mostly Korean dishes. I would love to cook for you guys before I go, to thank you for letting me be here.” “He’s a great cook pop.” “Well than I can't wait,” Your dad declares with a smile, “Let’s clean up so we can head out and get the tree. Yoongi you ever chop down a tree before?” “Uh, no sir, I can't say that I have.” “Oh, pop, you have to let him do it this year.” JK says with a grin. “Of course. Its tradition for our family to go out and pick the best tree on the farm and chop that baby down and since you’ll be joining in on our family tradition this year Yoongi, I think it would be nice to chop the tree down.” Yoongi looks at you, feeling his face heat. “Uh, I don’t want to impose.” He mutters. “Yeah pop, seriously. You don’t have to do it Yoongi.” “Hey now! Yoongi is going to be just fine baby girl. Right Yoongi?” Yoongi finds himself locked in a staring contest with Y/N’s father. He swallows hard and nods simply. “Alright! Let’s do it.” Your father slams his hand on the table causing Yoongi to jump a bit. You all work together to clear the table, Yoongi surprised at just how quickly everything is cleaned and organized.

You both head up to your room to get ready. “He hates me.” Yoongi declares, shoving his feet into his boots. “He does not!” You emerge from the restroom fully dressed. “He does. Why else would he be trying to get me to chop down a tree? Going on about family tradition and don’t get me started about your brother.” Yoongi rambles. He looks over at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth to find you giggling. “What? What's funny?” “You, you are so nervous? Why? Just be yourself. No one is judging you or testing you. If you don’t want to chop down the tree than don’t. It's going to be fine. I'll be there the whole time.” Yoongi pouts and Y/N walks over, pulling Yoongi into a hug. He moans quietly, snuggling into your chest, taking in your scent. “Hey,” She slaps the back of Yoongi’s head, “Don't be a perve, ogling my boobies.” He chuckles at her comment. “Sorry.” Y/N winks at Yoongi and he wonders if this your way of flirting. “Finish getting ready and meet me downstairs. It’s going to be fine. I promise.” He nods, watching you walk away.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Forgot something?” Yoongi mumbles, lacing his boots. “Nope.” Yoongi’s head pops up to find JK entering the room. “Ah, come to give me grief.” “Nope.” Yoongi looks up at JK, who is grinning mischievously at him. “Then why are you here?” Yoongi sits up after finishing his laces. “Do you really like my sister? Like no bullshit?” Yoongi scoffs, unsure of what to make of this question. “We have known each other a long time, been through a lot together. I love her very much. She means the world to me.” JK nods. “Are in love with her?” Yoongi shrugs, trying to decide if he should confess his feelings to Y/N’s brother or not. “It's a simple question.” “Is it,” Yoongi snaps, “I mean, have you ever been in love? Why are you even asking me these questions?” “Because she means the world to me too and she's never brought home a guy, ever! So, either you're some charity case from a broken home and she feels bad or there is more to the story here. Either way, I know my sister and I know her true intentions. You, I don’t know, and when I don’t know someone, I give them hell. This is your chance to state your true intentions, Min Yoongi. Are you in love with her? Yes or No.”

Y/N:

“We come her every year.” You explain to Yoongi as the two of you walk around the tree farm. You father and mother have walked off on their own leaving you and Yoongi to babysit JK, who trails behind you both. “This one is nice.” Yoongi points to a tall Balsam fir. “The trick is to make sure it is full all around, no holes.” JK chimes in, pointing to an empty patch at the back of the tree. “Ah, I see.” Yoongi nods. You eye them suspiciously, watching at how they fall in line together, walking ahead now pointing at trees. When did they become buddies, you wonder to yourself? “Ooooo, guys! Let’s grab hot cocoa!” You hop up and down a bit. They both turn around and follow you to the stand. Yoongi stands in front of you ordering an iced americano for himself, and a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for you. “Anything for you Jay?” Yoongi asks. “Uh, yeah, I’ll have the same as Y/N.” Yoongi nods, ordering JK’s drink and two hot coffees for your parents’. He pays the cashier and hands you and JK your drinks. “I could get used to this.” JK smiles, sipping his hot chocolate. Yoongi turns with the rest of the drinks in a cup holder and you all make your way towards your parents’. “Look at this beauty.” You father calls out to you all as you approach. “That’s huge pop.” You reply. “She’s 8 feet but will look great in the family room.” He smiles. Yoongi hands your mother her coffee first, then your father. “Ah, thanks Yoongi. I love this place. I have been bringing the kids here since they were strapped to my chest. What about your family? What do you guys do?” “Nothing.” Yoongi confesses, sipping his drink. “Well, lucky for you, we go all out here. Don’t we baby girl?” You nod happily, smiling at Yoongi.

“Alright, enough mushy talk, let’s chop this baby down!” JK hollers, moving forward with an ax in his hand. “Now son, let Yoongi do it.” Your father waves Yoongi forward, who quickly gives you a fearful look. “Pop…” You begin, immediately getting cut off by JK. “Pop, this year is my year. Last year you said I wasn’t strong enough, and so I had to wait till this year so, yeah, sorry Yoongi but I’m pulling rank. Maybe next year, if you’re still around.” “No complaints here.” Yoongi replies. “Alright then, let’s get us a tree shall we son?” JK nods, swinging the ax at an angle into the base of the trunk.

Yoongi:

“No empty spots from my end.” Yoongi declares, sipping your father’s homemade eggnog. “Mine either.” You speak next. “Nice on my end.” JK calls after. You all step back and examine your work, having finished placing the lights on the tree. “She is gorgeous Buck.” Y/N’s mother sighs, looking over the tree. Yoongi nods, sipping more of the eggnog. “Slow down on that stuff. Pop spikes it with hard liquor.” JK shoots Yoongi a nauseated look. Yoongi looks down at his glass to see he’s at the bottom of the drink. He’s never tasted eggnog, and he was shocked at how delicious it was, not realizing he was getting drunk. He places the cup down, rubbing his eyes. “Refill?” Y/N’s dad walks by and fills Yoongi’s cup again before he can protest. Yoongi shrugs, slurping down the smooth liquid happily. “It's yummy right?” You smile at him. “Now this is a recipe you should learn.” Yoongi chuckles. “Here ornaments next.” She stumbles a bit, passing Yoongi some colorful orbs. “Oh boy! She’s already drunk!” JK shakes his head, placing ornaments on the tree. Y/N’s father walks over with a ladder and climbs up to place trimmings that are passed to him by Y/N’s mother at the top of the tree, while JK works on the bottom. Yoongi and Y/N work together on the middle. “I am not drunk Jay.” JK gives Yoongi a wide glance. “Sorry for you Yoongi. She’s either a whiny mess or a slutty mess.” “Hey,” Buck hollers, “Don’t call your sister a slut.” JK rolls his eyes. “Sorry pop.” Y/N sticks her tongue out at JK, who flips her the bird while mouthing the word slut again. Soon, Buddy, the family dog walks into the room, hopping onto the couch behind Yoongi to watch the show.

Yoongi sips his drink, looking around, resting the cup against his chest. He smiles softly, nodding at the scene, feeling his heart warm. This was what a home was, a family placing ornaments on the tree, laughing about lord knows what but all together and happy. He felt just that, happy, but most of all accepted. He understood why people loved the holidays so much if this was what they went home to. He looked over at Y/N, smiling wide as she decorated the tree and sang Christmas songs, and he felt his skin tingle. He wanted to give this to her forever, this warm happy feeling, he wanted to always be around to make her smile this big. He couldn’t believe how much or how fast he could fall in love but here he was, staring right at the person he could see himself spend the rest of his life with. “Bro, are you gonna cry?” Yoongi is pulled out of his thoughts towards JK who is looking at him with concern. “What? No.” “He does, doesn’t he? He looks like he’s gonna cry.” JK giggles. Yoongi clears his throat, feeling his cheeks burn. “Leave him alone Jay.” Y/N chucks an orb at her brother. “This is his first Christmas without his family JK, have some sympathy.” Your mother snaps. “I am fine everyone, really. I think it’s the alcohol. I should drink some water.” Yoongi declares, walking off to the kitchen. “You’re such a jerk JK.” Yoongi hears Y/N scold. He pours himself water, gulping it down quickly. The kitchen door swings open behind him and he closes his eyes in frustration. Buddy, the dog, shuffles towards him licking at his hands. Yoongi leans down and begins petting him. “You’re just as misunderstood as I am, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks his furry friend. “Maybe if you spoke up and helped me understand you, you wouldn’t feel that way?” JK appears. Yoongi sighs, still petting Buddy. “What do you want JK?” He groans. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I just, I’m not used to seeing people look at her like that. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” “It's complicated. She doesn’t feel the same.” JK nods. “I guess you’ll never know since you’ve never even tried.” “Uh, what do you know about it?” Yoongi snaps, running on liquid courage. “Nothing, I’m just the cute baby brother, right? Anyway, they want you back in there to finish up the tree.” Yoongi sighs as JK walks off.

Y/N:

Yoongi appears from the kitchen with Buddy in tow. You walk over to him, feeling the alcohol hitting you. “Are you ok?” You push his bangs from his forehead. He stutters a bit, “Uh, I’m good. I just needed some water.” “Ok.” You give him a soft smile, finishing up the tree. “Alright everyone, how is it looking?” Your father asks. You all step back and look the tree over. “Looks good from here Buck, Light her up.” Your father nods, stopping briefly to look at all of you. He waves Yoongi over, handing him the plugs. “You do it. You didn’t get to chop it down but light her up.” Yoongi bites his bottom lip nervously, taking the wires from your dad. “Ok, count of three.” Yoongi nods and you all count down together, Yoongi plugging the tree in at one. The whole thing illuminates and you all cheer. Yoongi walks over to you to get a better view. “It’s gorgeous right?” You whisper to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. He nods, embracing you. The doorbell rings and your father jumps up. “Pizza I ordered!” He exclaims, walking over to the door. “Thanks for coming to be with me.” Yoongi looks down at you. “Thanks for inviting me.” “Alright everyone, let’s eat!” Your father shouts, running by you all and into the dining room. At the end of the night, you are all spent from decorating, stuffing your faces with pizza, and drinking the night away. “What’s on the agenda tomorrow Pop?” JK asks. “Snow tubing.” He answers, wiping his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes light up hearing this. “They have so much at this place Min. Snow tubing, skiing, ice skating, and fire pits. It’s going to be so much fun.” You hiccup, covering your mouth. “I can’t wait!” Yoongi laughs, rubbing his belly. “Let’s hit the sack. A lot of fun tomorrow.” Your father rises from his chair, your mother soon after. “Goodnight kids.” Your mother says. “Goodnight.” You all say in unison.

JK soon stretches and rises from his seat. “Come on Buddy, let's get some sleep.” JK waves at the two of you, walking out of the room with Buddy hurrying behind him. “We should get some rest also.” Yoongi yawns. You nod, looking over his soft features. “I’m happy you didn’t stay home Min.” You whisper to him. He chuckles, rubbing his nose. “You said that already. You really are drunk huh?” “No, yeah, maybe. I’m just happy is all.” He nods. “Me too. I’m happy I’m here.” “Perfect, now, Let’s go cuddle.” You rub the back of his neck. He swallows, hopping up out of his seat. You both head up to your bedroom, Yoongi walking into the restroom to change into his pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He soon climbs into bed, lying on his right side, facing you. You look him over, feeling your heart thump. He was so handsome. He laid there, eyes closed, nuzzling into the pillow. It felt complete having Yoongi with you at your family's house, why hadn't you both done this sooner? You move in closer to him, feeling his breath on your face. He wraps an arm around you, and you can feel your body tingle, your core burn. You needed to be closer to him. You turn your body, pushing your back into his chest, forcing him to spoon you. He chuckles lightly but says nothing. “Yoongi?” He hums in response. “What would you be doing right now if you had stayed home?” He sighs, clearing his throat. “Maybe I'd be watching a movie until I fell asleep on the couch.” You hum in agreement. “Or maybe thinking about me while you touch yourself?” You brazenly suggest, grinding your ass against his crotch.

“Uh, what, what are doing?” He stutters, unable to hold back a small moan from escaping his lips when you grind gently against his growing shaft. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, how hot I thought it was when I saw you masturbating in your room.” You turn now, capturing his pout in a kiss. He grips your hips moaning into your mouth. “Y/N, I think we had a lot to drink. Maybe you’re not in the right mindset for this.” He whispers between kisses. “No, you’re wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing. I want to touch you so bad, I just, I can’t get you out of my head. I need you so bad. I want you so bad.” You confess, sliding your tongue into his warm mouth. He slowly runs his hand up your back, allowing you to take control of the kiss, swirling your tongue around his. You both fall into a rhythm and you feel yourself drench your panties. Unable to hold back any longer you reach down and grip Yoongi's massive erection through his pajama pants. He moans loudly, pulling you into him. “Don’t. We shouldn’t. Your parents.” He pants, grinding into your grasp. “Shh. Its ok baby.” You assure him, tugging his pants down to free his cock. He groans as you take his hold of him, wrapping your hand around his heated shaft. You begin to slowly stroke his length, thumbing over his pre-cum and dragging it down along his length.

He leans his forehead against yours, watching you work his cock. He bites on his lip, pulling his shirt up, and running his hand along his bare chest. You smirk at him, leaning in to lick his exposed nipple. “Fuck.” He moans. You kiss him again, stroking him faster, rubbing your thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. He moans and groans quietly, his head falling back, his eyes tightly shut. “My God baby, you’re so sensitive.” You comment, clenching around nothing, so turned on by his needy display. You pick up the pace, impressed at how his pre-cum spills out from his reddened tip and onto your fist, assisting your hand as it glides up and down his long cock. “Y/N, please stop, or else I’m gonna cum.” “Aw, but that’s what I want baby, for you to cum for me.” He shakes his head in protest and you can see he's trying desperately to hold back his climax. You shift your body, pushing him onto his back completely, allowing you to straddle him. You stroke him harder, faster, with one hand, massaging his balls with the other. His head sinks further into the pillow, as he nibbles hard on his lip. “I can’t, I can’t fucking hold back. I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck!” He shouts, his belly tightening as he hitches forward a bit. You aim his cock towards your chest, allowing the long strands of his seed to paint the front of your shirt. You continue stroking him through his climax until his body trembles with overstimulation. When he’s good and spent, a panting mess beneath you, you lean forward and kiss his lips softly. “You’re so gorgeous Yoongi. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Get some sleep. I’m going to clean myself up.” You get up and head to the restroom, pulling off your cum stained shirt and dropping your hand between your thighs to find your own climax.

Yoongi:

Yoongi jumps up from his slumber, looking around wildly. “Y/N.” He calls out, rubbing his pounding temple. Had he just dreamed up last night? “Y/N.” He calls out again. No answer. He jumps out of bed and goes to the restroom to shower and get ready for the day. Yoongi releases a deep low growl of a sigh as the warm water washes over him. “Music to my ears.” He jumps at the sound of Y/N entering the restroom. He pokes his head out from behind the shower curtain. “Good morning.” Yoongi greets. “Morning hot stuff. We are heading out after your shower. We’re just grab breakfast at the spot.” Y/N announces, twisting her head to sneak a peek at Yoongi’s naked body. He chuckles softly, tucking further behind the curtain. Was he dreaming this? Could she really be attracted to him? “Maybe we should talk about last night at some point.” He suggests. “Yeah of course.” She smiles. He can't help but smile back, tucking back behind the curtain to finish his shower. He wanted so badly for her feelings to be real, he felt butterflies in his belly. He wanted to confess, move forward. He nodded to himself. Today would be the day. He would tell her the truth, exactly how he felt.

You all arrive at the snow tubing place and set up by a fire pit after having ordered some lunch. “It’s nice here right?” Y/N asks. Yoongi nods, looking around. “So, about last night,” Yoongi starts, “I know we had a lot to drink and what not, but I was hoping that maybe what you had said was for real you know?” “Not to sound like a complete fool but what exactly did I say?” Y/N chuckles, biting her lip in embarrassment. Yoongi feels his resolve breaking. “Um, well about needing me, wanting me, uh, loving me for the rest of your life. I mean I could just be reading the situation wrong. I mean, you were drunk and so was I and it was a heated moment.” Yoongi rambles, searching your face for signs of doubt. “Yoongi want to hit the slopes with me? I need someone lighter for the snow tube.” JK interrupts. “Yeah sure. Give me a minute.” Yoongi huffs. JK nods, eyeing you both suspiciously, walking off. “No, I knew what I was doing Yoongi. You didn’t read the situation wrong; I mean I was drunk sure, but I wanted to be intimate with you.” Yoongi felt a glimmer of hope in his chest. “Well, I am happy to hear that because I need to tell you something.” She nods, paying close attention. “Y/N, I thought that was you.” Yoongi looks up at an unfamiliar face. “Keith! Oh my god, how are you? How long has it been?” Y/N hops up, giving the stranger a hug. “Like two years or something. You look amazing.” Yoongi feels the sting of jealousy hit him as the two look at each other giddily. Yoongi stands, clearing his throat. “Oh, this is Yoongi. He’s my best friend from back at school. Yoongi this is Keith.” Yoongi nods, reaching out his hand. “Sup Yoongme. Nice to meet you.” “It’s Yoongi.” Y/N corrects. “Oh, sorry. YoonGI. Look man can I steal her away for minute, it has just been so long.” “Actually, we are in the middle of something.” Yoongi clips with a tight smile. “It’ll be quick Min. I'll be right back, promise.” Y/N says, running her hand down Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi’s face drops but he reluctantly agrees, watching them walk off together. “Wicked burn bro.” JK appears eating an ice cream. Yoongi squints at him in annoyance. “Shut up Jay! Who even is that guy?” Yoongi whines. JK swallows a wad of ice cream. “Her ex.” He mumbles, patting Yoongi on the shoulder, walking off. Yoongi drops back into his seat feeling the woes of defeat wash over him. How could he compete with an ex? He drops his head into his hands, breathing deeply to stop the sting of tears from flowing.

Y/N:

How long had it been since you’d seen Keith, you wonder? “It’s so great to see you Y/N. You look so amazing. How long you in town for?” Keith beams. “Uh, just till after Christmas, then we head back home.” “You and Yoongme.” “It’s Yoongi, don’t be rude.” Keith chuckles. “Sorry. Can't help that I’m a little jealous. I mean, I've never spent the holidays with you and your family. What’s with this guy?” You shake your head. “He’s my roommate and best friend. He had nowhere to go for the holidays. No one should spend them alone. You were always with your family anyway.” “Yeah, but still, I would've spent the holidays with you had you asked.” “It wasn’t really serious between us back then.” Keith chuckles but says nothing. You can see in his face that he is hurt by your words. “I mean we are going to be here today if you want to hang out and catch up?” You offer. “Yeah, I um, I came with some of the guys, but I can ditch them and catch up with you. I think that would be nice.” You smile at him and lead him back to your family.

“Hey guys,” you greet everyone who has begun eating, “You guys remember Keith? He is going to hang out with us for the day. It’s been a while since we have seen each other so we figure it would be nice to catch up.” “The more the merrier baby girl.” Your father chimes in. JK and Yoongi both give you an annoyed look. JK stands nodding for you to follow him. You point for Keith to take a seat with your parents. “What’s up Jay?” “Are you deaf, dumb, or blind? OO, maybe you wanna circle all of the above?” JK clips. “What the hell is your problem?” “My problem? No what is your problem? You’re here with Yoongi.” Your eyes bulge for a moment at his comment. “I am not here WITH Yoongi. We are not together or a thing Jay.” JK rolls his eyes at you. “You know for someone so smart, you're really dumb.” “I don’t know what he told you but...” “He doesn’t have to tell me anything Y/N, I have two eyes that work. Clearly, you don’t. I can't believe that you would ruin something so, so, pure, for Keith! He’s a douche! That’s ok though. We all get what we deserve in life.” You’re left with your mouth hanging open, unsure of how to respond. “Everything ok?” You mother comes over to you and wraps an arm around you. “Yeah, just JK being himself.” She nods and gives you a once over. “Well, I'm going to head inside and get everyone bracelets for the activities. Go and eat something.” She nudges you forward. You walk towards the table and take a seat besides Yoongi. He gives you a tight smile but says nothing. “Are you upset with me?” You whisper. He shakes his head and gives a wider smile. “You would tell me if you were right?” You urge. He takes a deep breath as if he is going to spill the beans before JK comes and shoves his body between the two of you.

“Sorry, I was here first,” He says to you with forced strain, “Yoongi is my partner for the snow tubing. I’m sure you’ll be good with Keith.” “Don't be an ass Jay.” You whisper through clenched teeth. “Don't be a tease Y/N.” JK whispers back. You shove him hard and he shoves you back. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” You father shouts from across the table. “What the hell has gotten into you two?” He asks once the two of you look over at him. “Yeah, Jay what the hell.” You whine. “Sorry Pop. Yoongi and I were just headed to the snow tubing section.” JK gives you a sly grin as your mother approaches with the bracelets. JK grabs two from her and kisses her cheek. You watch and Yoongi follows behind JK, giving you a small wave as he walks off. “Wanna go ice skating?” Keith offers. You shake your head, feeling the sting of jealousy come over you. “Let’s go snow tubing also, I don’t want to break to far away from JK. He can get hot headed sometimes and I don’t want there to be any trouble you know. I mean, is that ok?” “Yeah, sure thing.” Keith nods. You smile and walk over towards the snow tubing station to meet the boys.

Yoongi:

“You sure this is going to work JK?” “Trust me! She’s an over thinker and a control freak. You will have her eating out of the palm of your hand.” Yoongi follows JK up the hill to the top of the mountain, flashing their bracelets to the workers to grab snow tubes. He had filled JK in on Y/N's confession last night but was sure to keep out the sexual stuff. He needed advice on what to do next, especially with Keith showing up. JK immediately switched to anger and confronted his sister, about what, Yoongi had no clue but he could imagine based off their childish display in front of their father. “Now, you have to play indifferent for a bit longer. I know it's hard for you since you seem a bit...what's the word...soft, but I need you to trust me ok?” “I’m not soft. I just don’t like conflict.” “Either way. I know what I'm doing. I have been getting under Y/N’s skin since we were kids.” Yoongi nods, getting in line with JK for the slope. “You have to sit up front since you're lighter than me.” JK notes, pushing Yoongi forward. Yoongi doesn’t say it out loud but he is nervous. The thought of gliding down this mountain isn't exactly on the top of his bucket list. Yoongi fidgets in place, looking at the people in front of him, turning when JK nudges him. “Stick with me kid. I’ll never steer you wrong.” He whispers to Yoongi, nodding his head in the direction of Y/N and Keith walking towards the Snow Tubing area. Yoongi chuckles in disbelief. “How did you know she would follow?” Yoongi asks. “Oh, she can't help herself. Like I said, a total control freak! Come on it's our turn.” Yoongi looks forward and grimaces, allowing JK to fix the snow tube for them to take a seat.

Yoongi plops down, having no choice but to rest his arms on JK’s legs, which are wrapped around him. “Alright guys, ready?” The attendant asks. Yoongi and JK both nod and the attendant quickly shoves them down the mountain. Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat as they speed down the hill, JK’s laugh filling his ears. “Take a deep breath man, this is supposed to be fun!” JK shouts when Yoongi grips tightly at his ankles. Yoongi releases the breath he’s been holding, closing his eyes and allowing the crisp wind to whip past his face. He finds himself chuckling as they hit the bottom. “Not bad right?” JK hops up, reaching out to help Yoongi up. “No, it was fun.” Yoongi responds. “Come on. Let’s go again.” They attach their tube to the electronic trolley that's dragging tubes back up the mountain and make their way, walking, up the slope.

Once atop, they find themselves right behind Keith and Y/N. “Did you have fun?” Y/N asks Yoongi. He nods, looking over as JK points at the line beside Keith and Y/N. He feels bad, wanting to console her as she frowns but JK sees, whispering to Yoongi. “Stay strong, you got this.” You all reach the front of the line at the same time. “We should race.” Keith offers. JK sucks his teeth. “That would be improbable. We have no control over speed here. It's sheer luck!” “Afraid to lose.” “No! There would be no accurate winner here. So, fear is not a factor. Do you not get how gravity works?” Yoongi taps JK's arm and gives him a small nod. “Calm down Jay.” Y/N shouts. “Whatever.” JK just shakes his head, leading Yoongi forward to place the tube down. Yoongi takes a seat but watches as Keith does the same for Y/N, jealousy burning in his veins. He watches as Y/N takes her seat, Keith walking over to whisper to JK, “Don't ever try to embarrass me like that again you little punk or I’ll snap you in half.” “Hey,” Yoongi points at Keith. “Mind your business bro.” Keith hisses towards Yoongi. “Why don’t you threaten me louder so my sister can hear, since you’re feeling brave?” JK taunts. “What's going on?” Y/N asks. “Keith…,” Yoongi begins, until Keith suddenly pretends to slip, knocking into Yoongi’s tube, launching him down the side of the mountain. Yoongi flies backwards, eyes wide. He braces himself, holding back a scream that practically claws at his throat, trying to escape. As he makes his way to the bottom, his tube hits another couples and he goes flying off, legs flailing in the air, before his body falls onto the frozen ground with a thud. Yoongi makes a futile attempt to lift his head right before everything goes black.

Y/N:

You scream his name over and over, trying to claw your way to shake him awake. “Back up! Give him air!” JK yells at you. “Yoongi!” You yell, tears streaming down your face. Your heart dropped when you saw how fast he flew down the hill and it snapped in half when you saw his body hit the ground. JK was much faster than you, sprinting down the mountain the second he saw the tube soar. Now you, JK, Keith, your parents, and a few emergency workers were all crowding around Yoongi’s lifeless body.

One of the workers shouts that he’s breathing, and you cover your mouth crying even harder, relief washing over you. They turn Yoongi on his side, sliding a gurney underneath him and strapping him to it. “Is he going to be ok?” You ask, lip trembling. “Now you’re worried?” JK shouts. “Screw you Jay!” You shout, shoving him. He shoves you back and you stumble onto your butt. “Goddammit! That’s enough from the both of you!” Your father shouts, joining the EMT workers as they load Yoongi onto the ambulance. Your mother pulls you into a hug. “Alright gang let’s get home. Yoongi’s fine with Buck.” You all head back towards your car, JK turning to Keith. “She didn’t mean you.” Keith gives JK a sideways glance but says nothing. “I’ll call you Y/N.” You simply nod, hurrying to catch up to your mother.

Once inside the car your mother clears her throat, adjusting her rear-view mirror to glance at JK's solemn look. “So, what happened up there?” “Keith slipped and knocked Yoongi’s tube down the hill.” JK scoffs at your explanation. “You have something to say son?” “Yeah, he pushed him on purpose.” “Liar!” You yell, spinning in your seat to face your brother. “And why on earth would I need to do that?” “That is a very serious accusation Jungkook.” Your mother raises her brow, using JK’s full name. “You know, I may fool around a lot and maybe you guys think I’m a hot head but a liar I’m not. I know what I saw. Ask Yoongi if you don’t believe me. If he can still remember his name.” JK scowls, turning to look out the window. “You're such a jerk! Why would you say something like that?” You spew at him. He just shrugs. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s wait to hear from Buck.”

You all wait in the living room, for hours, your heart beating frantically impatiently waiting for word from your father. Soon, the door opens, and Buddy runs over to greet whoever entered. You pop up out of your seat when the door to the family room opens. Your father enters, a look of sadness on his face. You heart drops suddenly, and you can't find the words to say. “Is he alright?” JK fills in for you. Your father nods. “He’s great actually. He’s got some bruises and a broken wrist but other than that he's great. Touched by an Angel that boy. I was certain he was going to be concussed but the Doctor’s say he's gonna be just fine.” You drop to the couch and cry, JK breathing a sigh of relief. “When can he see him?” JK pulls the words from your weeping face. “Uh, so, Yoongi decided he wanted to go home. We got him patched up and I checked him out of the hospital and got him on a last-minute flight back. He was feeling out of place and homesick and with the craziness of today, he just wanted to sleep in his own bed.” “He What!” You shout, “But all his things are here. I... I... should call him.” “Let’s give him his space baby girl. He’ll call when he’s landed.” “But pop, you don’t understand...” “I do baby girl. Let’s respect his wishes ok.” “Yeah Y/N, don’t you get it. He hates us!” JK spews, walking off in a huff. Your lip trembles as you try to come to terms with the fact that Yoongi just up and left. “What did I do pop? I ruined everything?” You cry, running into your father's arms.

Yoongi:

Yoongi entered your shared apartment and felt a mixture of ease and sadness. He was a coward, embarrassed after his accident, so much so that he had decided he wanted to run home with his tail between his legs. He just needed to be alone with his thoughts so he could lick his wounds in peace. He went straight for the kitchen, downing water for his parched throat. He eyed his confined wrist; grateful it was his left hand and not his dominant one. He wanted so much to call Y/N, tell her he was a fool for running and that he was sorry but his anger had built up, frustration at her actions. He was ready to confess, tell her everything and she ran off to her ex, leaving him alone, the fool, the now broken fool. He sighed aloud, shuffling toward his room, wondering how he’d shower.

After 30 minutes and the magic of Google, he figured out how to secure his cast so he could shower safely. Now fresh, clean, and comfy. He sat on the couch and pulled out his phone. “Buck, hi, it’s Yoongi. Yeah, I made it back home. I’m ok yeah. Thank you for everything. I’ll pay back every cent I promise. I appreciate your kindness. Thanks again. Have a great Holiday! Alright. Bye bye.” Yoongi hangs up, turning on Netflix and surfing through the holiday section. He lands on The Grind, finding it fitting for the mood he was in. He feels his phone buzz and takes a look down to see Buck calling him back. He is almost hesitant but decides to answer. “Buck, hi.” “It’s Jungkook.” The person responds. “JK, hi.” “You just left.” “I did, I’m sorry. It was better for me to just be home.” “Are you ok? Like are you mad at us?” Yoongi’s heart drops at JK's assumption. “No, of course not. You have all been so kind to me. I just needed to be home. I’ll be fine. I’m tired though so I should get some rest. I’ll call tomorrow.” “You won’t and that’s ok. Look Yoongi, I like you for her. She’s really dumb sometimes but she loves you back. Maybe give her a chance ok. It’s ok if you don’t call tomorrow but please call on Christmas. Promise me.” Yoongi swallows back the lump in his throat. “Sure Jay. I promise.” Seemingly satisfied, JK hangs up.

Y/N:

“What did he say?” You corner JK by the bathroom on your way to your bedroom. “What did who say?” “Don’t screw with me Jay! Yoongi, what did Yoongi say? Pop told me you called him.” JK sighed. “He didn’t say much, just that he would call on Christmas. Sorry Y/N, I wish there was more to tell.” You head off to bed and cry yourself to sleep. The following morning, you wake feeling worse than the day prior, missing Yoongi even more than you thought you could miss another person. “Family! Gather around! I have an idea!” JK bust into the kitchen, showered and dressed. Your parents’ eye him from behind their coffee mug and newspaper respectfully. Everyone stares at each other for a moment, not saying a word. “Well? You want to deliver this bright idea or are we playing charades?” Your father says.

JK nods, clearing his throat. “No one should be alone for Christmas.” He looks around at you all for some sort of reaction but gets none. “Go on Jay spill it!” Your mother sighs. “Uh, yeah, so I say that in the spirit of family and this holiday. If Yoongi can’t be here with us then we should just pack up and bring Christmas to him. I am willing to dip into my savings to pay for last minute flights.” He nods, looking at you for back up. “That’s so sweet Jay and I think it’s a great idea. He would be so surprised. I second JK's idea.” You stand beside JK and face your parents.

They both look at each other and smile. “Well, I am proud to say that I raised two selfless, thoughtful, and giving children. I think it’s a great idea. What do you think?” You father looks over at your mother. “It’s just amazing. I’m so proud of you both.” You put your arm around JK and pull him close. “Let's get a move on then, lots to do, not a lot of time to do it.” Your father stands and you all soon begin to scramble. “Pop,” you stop your father as he walks past you, “I think I'm in love with him.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “I KNOW you are baby girl. He’s a good kid. Now come on, we gotta go.” You smile warmly and run off to get ready.

Yoongi:

Yoongi wriggled his fingers, trying to get the blood flowing, feeling extra restricted today in his cast. The doctors warned him of this, but he refused to take any pain medications unless the pain was truly unbearable. He had barely eaten at all and spent the day in his pajamas, watching crappy Holiday movies on Netflix. Before long night had fallen and Yoongi’s eyes began to droop. He groans, turning everything off in the living room and walking to his room. He emerges with a small, wrapped box and enters Y/N’s bedroom. He places the gift on her bedside table, lingering a while, engulfed in her scent. Tears stung at his eyes, loneliness creeping in. He clears his throat of the growing lump and walks off to his room to get some sleep, taking comfort in the thought that she will find the gift when she comes back home.

Yoongi rolls over in his bed, his stomach growling at the scent of coffee and bacon in air. He grumbles to himself, nuzzling his head into his pillow, he refuses to leave the bed today. He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering open at how intense the smell is. “I should eat something.” He mumbles to himself, wondering if the intense scent is being brought on by a combination of pain and starvation. He rises from his bed, giving his body a good stretch and walks out to the living room. “Aw shit! The jig is up.” JK calls out, standing on a ladder, hanging a Merry Christmas sign from the curtains. Yoongi’s eyes frantically look around the living room to find Y/N’s father in the kitchen making breakfast, JK waving from the ladder, Y/N’s mother pouring coffee, and finally Y/N emerging from her bedroom. His mouth drops open in shock. “Surprise.” Y/N says, walking over and hugging Yoongi. He rests his head in her neck, breathing in her scent, slowly closing his arms around her body. “Why? I don’t understand.” Yoongi pouts. “No one should be alone on Christmas.” She replies. “Besides your stuck with us forever.” JK shrugs from the ladder. “How are you feeling love?” Y/N’s mom walks over and hands Yoongi coffee. He accepts it with a smile. “Better now that you are all here with me. You didn’t have to do this. I’m grateful.” Yoongi swallows hard with a nod. “It’s our pleasure. Besides Buck couldn’t sleep at the thought of you dying on his watch.” “Hey! That is not true,” Y/N’s father turns, “I was mildly anxious at best.” Yoongi laughs. “Well, I am filled with joy, really, thank you all.” Yoongi explains, truly overcome with happiness. “Um, Yoongi and I need to talk guys so, give us a minute.” Y/N announces, nodding at Yoongi to follow her into her room. He nods and places his coffee down, walking towards her. “No hanky panky you two.” JK calls out. “Shut up Jay!” Y/N yells.

Yoongi closes the door behind him, taking a seat beside Y/N as she taps a spot on the bed next to her. Yoongi sits around and waits for Y/N to say something, the room becoming awkward. “I love this. It’s so beautiful.” She raises her arm up to display the diamond tennis bracelet Yoongi got her for Christmas. He looked at the side table to see the torn paper and opened box. “I am happy you love it. I thought it was beautiful, like you.” Yoongi nods, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry Yoongi,” He looks up quickly to meet her gaze, “I was so stupid at the slopes. You were trying to have a conversation about what happened between us and tell me how you felt about me and I just panicked. Going off with Keith and trying to tuck away my feelings. It was all so stupid. When I saw you go down that hill I freaked out. I thought I lost you and I was just beside myself. I want to hear everything you have to say and tell you exactly how I feel. All out cards on the table because Yoongi, I’ve fallen in love with you. You are such a beautiful soul and I am so grateful to have you in my life. And I understand if this is a lot and if you don’t feel the same way or if you’re upset with me. You don’t need to say anything right now.” Yoongi looked down, wriggling his fingers. There was so much he has wanted to say. His heart raced and skin tingled with all of the anxious emotions that flooded him. He releases a sigh. “I am happy you came home early. I missed you.” He manages, his mind racing with what the proper thing to say is. “I missed you too. Although I think JK missed you more.” Yoongi laughs at her statement, still sorting through his racing mind. He wanted to tell her so much, all he had been holding back over the years. He grumbles under his breath, frustrated with himself. “I’m in love with you Y/N.” Yoongi soon blurts out, meeting her gaze once again, in shock with himself. Her face softens and she leans forward quickly, pulling Yoongi into a warm kiss. He moans softly, relaxing into the kiss, opening his mouth to her. She takes the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue and he is overcome with the thought of how he just wanted to be here with her forever. She moans loudly, suckling at Yoongi’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He whines quietly, trying to lock lips again, wanting her so desperately. She giggles at his neediness. “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of time for that. Right now, we should head back out there before JK walks in.” Yoongi groans, looking at the door. “Come, let’s get some food in our bellies and open presents.” He chuckles and allows her to lead him back out to the living area.

Y/N:

JK smiles brightly at you both as you exit the room. “Let’s eat guys.” Your mother says, bringing plates over to the couch due to the fact that you and Yoongi had never bought a dining table, always just eating either at the kitchen Island or around the coffee table in the living room. You all sit together and eat happily. “How are you feeling Yoongi?” Your father asks. Yoongi nods. “Pain sometimes but overall, I’m good. Thank you for everything Buck. I appreciate your hospitality and care.” “Well, your family now.” Your father tells Yoongi, causing everyone to look over at your father in shock. Yoongi stares in shock, cheek full of food. He swallows quickly and chuckles nervously. “Wow, um, thank you. I don’t know what to say.” “Don’t say anything. I’m not big on the mushy stuff.” Your father waves Yoongi off. Yoongi nods with a tight grin, going back to eating. “Alright, alright. Presents!” JK states, standing and walking over towards the suitcases. He pulls over the large bag you all packed with the gifts and unzips it. He begins to hand out presents to your parents, you, and then Yoongi. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “I didn’t get anyone anything. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Yoongi rambles, tugging at his ear nervously. “It’s ok Yoongi. You didn’t need to get anyone anything.” Your mother assures him. “That’s from me. I got it made a couple days after I realized I liked you.” JK explains. “Wow Jay, real nice.” You scold. “It’s ok. I understand. I’m glad I made the cut, and all it took was a broken arm.” Yoongi jokes sarcastically, lifting his wrist. You guys all bust out laughing. “Open them all at the same time guys.” JK instructs and you do as your told. You cover your mouth, taken back at the sweet gesture, glistening from the box. It’s a red crystal ornament, inside contains a family photo you all took at the tree farm. The bottom is inscribed ‘Y/L/N Family Xmas’. You look over at your parent who lean their heads together and kiss. You then look over at Yoongi who stares down at the gift, running his finger along the inscription. “Jay this is so beautiful.” JK nods, “I had them made right after the picture was taken. We aren’t always together so I wanted to make sure we had something to remember one of the best Holiday’s we had together as a family. I love you all. Merry Christmas.” “Thank you JK. This is so thoughtful,” Yoongi looks up finally, eyes full with held back tears, “In fact, I think it’s the most meaningful gift I’ve ever received.” “Aw man! Don’t get all sentimental on me.” JK pouts, rubbing his eyes, and heading over to pull Yoongi into a hug. You giggle at the display, heart full of the bromance that seemingly blossomed overnight.

“Wow Jay. I don’t think I’ve seen you cry since you fell off your bike as a baby.” “Shut up Y/N. I’m not crying.” “Now son, there is no shame in crying.” Your father comforts, standing and pulling JK into a hug next. You give Yoongi your gift for him next and he covers his face with his large hand. “It’s too much.” He whines. “It’s actually not compared to what you got me.” He looks down and tears open the packaging. He admires the black leather-bound binder in his hand. He opens it up and giggles to himself, his whole body shaking. “I remember this, our first dinner together.” He points at a photo. “It’s every moment we’ve ever had together since we met. I printed everything and put it in here. It’s like our book of memories.” He turns the pages admiring the photos. “Y/N, this is amazing. How long did this take you? I mean five years worth of memories. It’s incredible. I love this.” He shakes his head in amazement before leaning over and kissing you gently on the lips. “Ugh, gross. Spare us.” JK groans. You all laugh, opening presents and passing items along to admire. The day passes quickly, spent laughing, snapping new pictures for Yoongi’s album and watching tv together. “Alright, it’s time for us to hit the sack.” Your father declares. “I set up my room for you guys.” You tell them. They nod and head over to you room. “Goodnight guys.” “Night!” You all say in unison. “JK you got the couch.” You turn to tell an already sleeping JK. “We should let him sleep.” Yoongi whispers. You nod in agreement, standing to drape a blanket over him. You walk with Yoongi over to his bedroom and hop into his bed. You nuzzle close to his body and rest your head on his chest. “I’m sorry again for everything.” You whisper. “Don’t be. It’s ok. We all do silly things. Let’s just look forward.” You lift up and lean over Yoongi to lock eyes with him. “And what does ‘look forward’ mean?”

Yoongi:

“What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi asks her. She shrugs coyly. “What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi hated when people answered questions with a question but he knew that this was her attempt at feeling him out. “I want to be with you.” Yoongi states plainly. Her eyes light up. “I want that too.” “Really?” “Yes really. Why does that surprise you?” “I suppose I’ve wanted it for so long. I could never imagine that you would want to be with me. It’s almost like this is a dream. It makes me so happy to hear you say that you want it too.” Yoongi grumbles. He begins to wriggle his confined fingers. “This must be so painful for you.” Y/N whispers, rubbing Yoongi’s digits gently. “It’s not terrible. It feels a bit restricting at times but overall, it isn't the worse thing in the world. My fingers feel like they need a good stretch.” Yoongi laughs. Y/N chuckles a bit, biting her lip. “Maybe they need some TLC.” Yoongi's brows furrow briefly until Y/N brings his wrapped hand to her lips and begins to plant kisses on his fingertips. He bites his lip, allowing a small chuckle to escape. “What are you doing?” Yoongi questions. Y/N shrugs, looking up at Yoongi, lust in her eyes. “Whatever I want.” She whispers, the words flooding Yoongi’s growing shaft. Y/N giggles watching Yoongi mutter nervously, taking one of Yoongi’s fingers in her mouth and suckling it. He groans, feeling the sweet sensation tingle in his ball sack. “Kiss me.” He pants. Y/N releases his digit, crawling up his body and straddling him, pressing into his erection. She leans down kissing him softly at first, small little taps on his pout, and he feels his heart race. He had always pictured this, her teasing him, he craved it. He so desperately wanted her to own him and to be able to give himself to her. He was so in love with her. She kissed him harder now, with more passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He gave no fight, instead opening his mouth to her, moaning when she began to grind shamelessly across his length. She pulled away from the kiss, looking him in the eye. “I love you Yoongi. I’ve always loved you.” He moans softly at her confession, lifting off the pillow to wrap his lips around hers. Yoongi sits up halfway, wrapping his arm with his casted wrist around her waist, and sliding his free hand into her hair. Y/N chuckles into the kiss and Yoongi knows it’s because of his massive erection poking into her belly.

He breaks the kiss, looking down, “Sorry, let me adjust.” “No, it’s ok. I like it.” She whispers reaching between them to release his jailed member. Yoongi sucks in a breath when the cold air hits his engorged tip. He feels his face flush when she takes his cock in her hand. “You’re so hard.” Y/N notes, stroking him gently, working just his sensitive tip. Yoongi kisses her immediately to keep from becoming a moaning mess. He can’t help but hitch his hips up into her fist once she begins to stroke his entire length. His mind begins racing, how can this be happening? This has to be a dream. Tomorrow he will wake up and things will be as they were a week ago. “All this honey just for me?” Y/N moans at the sight of Yoongi’s precum spilling onto her closed fist. He nods, looking down at her working him, not caring at the small whine that leaves his throat. “It’s so sexy how sensitive you are.” Y/N whispers in his ear, nibbling on it. He moans unabashedly now, noticing that he’s meeting her strokes with every hitch of his hips, her hand gliding up and down with ease due to his arousal. He feels his balls tighten and his core burn, his cheeks redden with that familiar sensation. “I’m close.” He pants. “I know, your cock is so fucking hard.” She teases by licking the length of his ear. “Really close.” He whimpers. “Not yet baby.” Y/N replies, abruptly stopping. Yoongi groans in disbelief, the pain of his failed orgasm stinging his ball sack, he curls his toes trying to calm his body. He begins to complain but Y/N shushes him, taking him in a long passionate kiss. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his own cock, rubbing at his redden tip. “Please,” He begs between kisses, “I need you.” Y/N bites her lip, removing Yoongi’s hand from his member, lowering herself down so she is face to face with his dick. Yoongi releases a shuddered sigh at the sight.

Y/N swirls her tongue around his tip, sending Yoongi into pure ecstasy. He throws his head back when she takes his entire cock to the back of her throat, lingering for a moment before coming back up to swirl her tongue around the tip again. “God, don’t tease me please.” Y/N looks up at Yoongi seductively, bobbing only on his tip. He curls his toes, thinking about anything under the sun to keep from bursting in her mouth right here and now. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” She hums softly, taking him in fully again, causing Yoongi to hitch up into her mouth. He bites his lower lip, feeling his body ignite. “Just like that baby.” He encourages, throwing his head back. “What the fuck! No, wait.” He whines, feeling her remove her mouth completely from his cock. “Just a little longer Min.” Y/N whispers kissing him softly. He growls into the kiss, pushing forward to lie her on her back. He angrily pushes her pajama shorts to the side licking a long stripe up her slit, reveling in the way her back arches for him. He laps up her arousal, turned on by how wet she is just from teasing him. He wraps his mouth around her clit, eliciting a moan from her. Pleased with himself, he begins rolling his tongue quickly over her needy bud, grinding his painfully hard cock into the bed to find some relief. This will be quick, he can tell by the way Y/N is moaning, how her hips grind impatiently against his face. It seems to Yoongi that she too has been dying for Yoongi’s mouth, hands, everything to be on her. He begins to shake his head side to side to add more friction to his laps and she gasps desperately, bucking so wildly, Yoongi has to hold her hips to keep her on the bed. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re so good at this. I’m going to cum.” ‘Me too.’ Yoongi thinks, turned on by her needy display mixed in with the fact that he’s been humping the bed like a 12 year old boy. Her breathing is ragged now and Yoongi can feel her drenching his chin. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” She pants, bucking faster against Yoongi’s face. He growls hungrily, lapping up her climax, until she has fully calmed. Yoongi pops up quickly, feeling his as if his balls will burst. “I’m gonna cum too.” He groans, stroking his cock quickly, his balls swelling and tightening at a rapid pace. He focuses his strokes on the tip feeling his core tighten and his orgasm wash over him harder than it ever has. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He announces, his eyes going wide when Y/N positions herself under his swollen tip, mouth open to receive him. She wraps a hand around his balls and tugs gently as hot ropes of his seed begin to fire from his tip and into her open mouth. He trembles, Y/N massaging his sack, her mouth filling to the brim with what seems like more cum than he’s ever produced. He’s a panting mess when he comes down from his high, whimpering watching Y/N swallow down his load. His tip begins to drip a bit and she leans forward to lick it up. “Still hard huh,” Y/N notes, “good. I need you inside of me.” Yoongi swallows hard. “You’re amazing. That was so hot but I don’t have condoms. It’s not like I bring women home.” Yoongi chuckles nervously.

“That’s ok. I’m on birth control and you can pull out if you want.” She whispers, shoving him back, while pulling down his pants fully. Yoongi kicks them off and watches as she pulls her shorts off. “I trust you Yoongi.” She kisses him gently, grabbing his erection and lining it up with her still sopping entrance. She waits a moment for confirmation, and Yoongi gives it, nodding at her vigorously. He needed this too, needed to be inside her, to be one with her. She lowers herself onto his length carefully, Yoongi gasping at how warm and soft she is wrapped around him. If she ever thought he was going to pull out she was out of her mind. This felt too perfect to not explode into, in fact, if she moved an inch right now that’s exactly what he would do. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place, a hint of embarrassment hitting him, he couldn’t believe how she made him feel like such a virgin when he wasn’t. He was so overcome by how amazing everything felt with her, he didn’t want it to end. “Yoongi,” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Are we cock warming or fucking?” He chuckled at her question, realizing that he was still holding her in place. He releases her finally and she wastes no time bouncing up and down his length. “Oh, god.” He moans, grabbing her ass with his free hand and gripping the soft flesh to aid her. “You feel so good inside me. So, perfect.” She moans, wrapping her arms around Yoongi’s neck. She tucks her knees into his hips now, and uses just her waist to lift herself up and down his cock. Yoongi bites his lip, the feeling so great, he looks over to the door now, wondering if they locked it. “Y/N, did we lock the door.” He moans. “Shut up Yoongi.” She scolds, shoving him onto his back and picking up her speed. Yoongi obliges, gripping her ass once again and spreading her cheeks apart as he thrust upwards into her pussy. He pants wildly, feeling his orgasm build up. Not willing to cum this quickly, he lifts her up, turning them over. Y/N whines when his cock slips out of her. “Sorry baby.” He whispers to her. He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, effortlessly entering her once she is comfortably on her back. He bottoms out so rapidly, he cries out accidentally. “So sensitive.” Y/N teases. She was right however, he was so deep at this angle, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He begins fucking her at a slow pace, thinking this is a good idea, it isn’t! The softness of her cunt engulfing his sensitive tip combined with added pressure from her clenching her walls around his shaft, has him drowning in euphoria. He lifts his thumb to her lips and moans when she takes it in her mouth to suck on it. His balls immediately tighten and he finds himself chasing his releases. He yanks his now soaked thumb from her lips and begin to rub rapidly on her clit. She gasps, closing her eyes and clenching around him. “Fuck.” He whispers. He picks up his pace and begins to ram his cock into her, the lurid sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. “Yoongi, I’m cumming. Please, I love you.” Y/N cries out. Her walls fluttering around him as he relentlessly drills into her. His head falls back, that sweet burning feeling washing over him, his core tightening causing his pace to falter. “Don’t pull out.” Y/N whispers. Yoongi smirks at her “Wasn’t planning on it.” He thrust forward, crying out when his release begins to fill her walls. She moans with him, pulling him forward. He drops her leg from his shoulder and kisses her, thrusting gently now as he comes down from his high. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Yoongi.” He kisses her again. A slam on the door causes them both to jump but not disconnect. “Love each other quietly please,” JK’s voice can be heard from the other side of the door, “Some of us are sleeping mere inches away from you. God! Disgusting.” He trails off. Yoongi and Y/N begin laughing together in hushed whispers. “Guess we’ve scarred him for life huh?” Y/N shrugs, kissing Yoongi again. “Best Christmas ever huh Min.” Y/N declares. “Yeah. Nothing better than being home for the holidays, especially since now my home is with you guys.” Y/N smiles up at Yoongi and he is so overcome with joy. This is all he’s ever wanted and even if he woke tomorrow and it was a dream, it was the best one yet.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

#bts smut #suga x you #yoongi smut #suga x reader

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vs-redemption · 4 years ago

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Hi, its me! Im sorry for bothering you! How would Bakugou, Aizawa, and Iida react if some random kid, who had their eyes but different hair, who looks homeless and IS homeless, knockef on their door and said 'hey, do you know *insert womans name*? Youre my dad apparently' and it turns iut it was a woman they had a flimg with, who left them, and went on to abusr their kid? Like severely? Its just me projecting lol. Im so sorry have a great day!

A/N: I noticed that @madkaleidoscope got almost the same request while going through the my hero tags, so please check out their post HERE for another take on the same idea.

A Surprise Meeting (Bakugo, Iida, and Aizawa meet their abused child)

You can read the same scenario for Todoroki and Dabi HERE You can read the same scenario for Hawks, Fatgum, and Shigaraki Here

Warning:⚠️Mentions of child abuse and homelessness. Also, swearing for Bakugo!⚠️

Bakugo

“What the hell do you mean they were offended?” Bakugo growls at his manager through the phone propped up on his shoulder as he aggressively chops up vegetables for the stew he was making. “Instead of being grateful that I saved their asses, they decided to file a complaint against me huh?”

The underpaid person on the other end launches into an explanation about why a top ranked pro hero should avoid yelling out expletives while fighting villains in front of a crowd of civilians. Apparently it wasn’t an appropriate way to behave in front of impressionable children and elderly folks. Bakugo rolled his eyes as he continued cooking. He’d heard this spiel a hundred times before. He’d honestly worked hard over the years to improve the way he directly interacted with the innocent people he fought to protect every day, but he couldn’t help but get a little overzealous in the moment when taking down bad guys.

Bakugo clicked his tongue in annoyance when his doorbell suddenly rang. He wiped his hands off on a towel before going to tell off whoever it was that was interrupting his very limited free time. It was bad enough he was already getting an earful from his manger while he was trying to relax. He ripped open the door and felt a hint of surprise when he had to lower his angry red eyes to find the unexpected visitor. It was a little girl.

“What the hell?” Bakugo leaned out of the doorway a bit to look for an adult that might be accompanying the child but she seemed to be all alone. His manager paused their lecture to ask if he was all right. “Yeah, but I’m going to have to call you back,” Bakugo hangs up the phone and looks back at the little girl who was glaring up at him with familiar red eyes. Her long dark hair was dirty and matted. She had scrapes and bruises all over her arms and face.

“Do you need help or something?” Bakugo asks awkwardly as he tries to slip into his comforting hero voice. “Where are your parents?”

“Mommy left and didn’t come back,” the little girl scowls and crosses her arms. She then tells Bakugo her mother’s name, causing the man to freeze up in shock at the implication. “She said you were my daddy.” Bakugo just stands speechless for a few moments as his brain tries to catch up with what he’d just heard. He knew the girl’s mom, but he hadn’t seen her in about four years. They’d had a bit of a summer romance right at the beginning of his hero career before she’d suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again.

Bakugo lets his eyes scan over the little girl once more. He couldn’t deny she had his eyes and his scowl. He felt irritated that his summer fling hadn’t even had the decency to tell him she’d gotten pregnant. He squats down to look more closely at the dirt and injuries all over the girl’s body.

“Who did this to you?” he asks, trying to keep the gruffness from his voice. Some emotion cracks through the little girl’s false bravado then and she looks down at her bare feet shyly.

“Mommy…” she whispers. Bakugo takes a deep breath to calm the rage that boiled up inside him and offers a hand to the little girl.

“Mommy left me too,” he confesses. “But she’s not going to hurt either of us ever again, okay?” The little girl looks up at her dad, a tentative hope blossoming in her eyes. Bakugo knew this was going to impact his life in a huge way, but at the moment he only cared about getting to know his daughter and making up for lost time. “Are you hungry?” The little girl nods her head eagerly and he leads her into his apartment. He would get her cleaned up and fed before getting started on all the legal stuff he’d undoubtedly have to endure before she could really be his daughter completely. His mind was already coming up with ways to fit parenting into his work schedule though, and he found himself looking forward to spending as much time with his little girl as possible.

Iida

Iida assumed he was going to have another normal morning as he sat at his desk, looking over his patrol route for the day. He’d taken over his family’s hero agency not too long ago, but he was already used to the daily routine. All the experiences he’d lived through during high school, not to mention growing up in a family of heroes, had prepared him for most scenarios he would encounter as a pro. He had no reason to suspect that anything out of the ordinary would happen, even as he heard the knock on his office door.

“Come in,” he calls out while standing up to start putting on his hero costume. The door blasts open and a young girl runs into the room.

“Daddy!” she shouts as she runs right up to him and throws her arms around his waist. Iida looks down at the girl in shock before glancing towards the door where one of his sidekicks stood looking as confused as he felt.

“Sorry for the intrusion,” the sidekick says a bit awkwardly. “One of the interns found her wandering outside. She was asking people to help her find you, her dad.”

Iida wanted to deny the claim immediately. He would definitely know if he had a child, especially one who looked to be around eight years old. The idea became a lot less preposterous as he looked back down at the girl. Her hair color was as white as snow, a complete contrast to his dark blue. The thing that gave him pause were the two legs sticking out from under the dirty skirt the girl was wearing. Her legs looked skinny, too skinny, aside from her calves which had tiny exhaust pipes sticking out of them. The girl looks up at him after a moment to meet his gaze. His breathe catches in his throat at her blue eyes and checkmark shaped eyebrows that were iconic to the Iida family.

“Uh, thank you,” Iida felt flustered as he looks back at his sidekick who was blatantly starting at him in shock. “I’ll handle this from here. Do you mind asking someone to take over my patrol?” The sidekick accepts the job and hurries off, leaving Iida alone with the girl. Part of him felt really embarrassed that this had happened in front of his coworkers. He couldn’t imagine what they must think of him now. He definitely didn’t seem like the type to be involved with something that could be perceived as scandalous.

“What is your mother’s name?” Iida asks, even though he was sure he already knew. The list of possibilities was very small. The little girl goes up on her tiptoes and Iida bends down to meet her so she can whisper in his ear. He sighs heavily at the name that falls from her lips. It was just further confirmation that this wasn’t some crazy misunderstanding. The information settles into his mind. He was a father.

“Please don’t make me go back to her though,” the girl’s eyes brim with tears as she searches Iida’s face for comfort. “She’s scary.” Iida understood how the girl felt. If given the option, he would choose never to see that woman again either. She had only dated him for a brief time, pretending to be in love with him in order to take advantage of his fame until she found someone higher up in the ranks to seduce. He had been so shocked and heart broken when she’d left him so suddenly, but now there was no way to hide from that mistake of his past.

“Why do you say she’s scary?” Iida asks while putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. She winces and flinches away from his touch. He narrows his eyes in concern and asks her to roll up her sleeves. His heart fills with sadness at the welts marring her frail arms. “I see,” he frowns. “I promise you won’t have to see her again if you don’t want to, but can you tell me where she lives?”

“I don’t know. We always have to sleep outside,” the girl explains warily, painting a rather sad image of her life.

“Well that just won’t do,” he pats her on the head. “I’m going to make sure you have a comfy, warm bed to sleep in from now on.” The girl’s face lights up happily and she hugs Iida even tighter. The shame he’d felt initially was gone now, replaced by a determination to provide his daughter with the best life possible.

Aizawa

Between all his hero work and being a full time teacher, Aizawa’s opportunities to simply sleep for a couple consecutive hours were few and far between. He took any chance he could to just shut his eyes and rest for a while. Tonight he’d hoped to get a decent amount of sleep in before having to wake up at the crack of dawn to attend a UA staff meeting. However, it seemed fate had other plans for him.

It was around one in the morning when a knock on his front door pulled him from the depths of his much needed slumber. He rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes as he rolled out of bed, not even having the energy to be annoyed. “Who is it?” He asks while putting on his slippers and shuffling over to the door. There was no answer, so he pressed his face up to the peep hole. He let out a groan when he saw a random kid standing outside. If this was some kind of prank, he wasn’t sure he had the strength of mind to deal with it at this hour. He already put up with a whole class of teenagers every day who drained him of every drop of patience he had.

“Can I help you?” Aizawa mumbles after opening the door. The young boy in front of him looked to be about thirteen years old. The ends of his dark burgundy hair were frayed and had been cut sloppily as if he’d done it himself. He had outgrown his clothes a while ago, and they appeared uncomfortably small on his skinny frame. The poor kid looked extremely dirty and smelled even worse.

“Do you know this woman?” the haggard boy holds out an old photograph of a person Aizawa recognized immediately. It had been a very long time, but he’d never forget the face of the first woman he’d ever been with. He’d been so young and naïve at the time, and he still felt bitter toward the friend who’d set him up with a woman with such an atrocious personality. Aizawa knew right then and there that he wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

“This is my mother,” the boy states the obvious fact. “And apparently you’re my dad.” Aizawa had no reason not to believe him as he looked into the boy’s tired eyes that matched his own. It was clear that life had not been kind to the kid so far.

“Come on in,” Aizawa invites his son inside, deciding to wait to involve the proper authorities until morning. “You can take a hot shower, and I think I have some leftovers we can heat up.”

“A shower?” the boy looked overwhelmed, as if the promise of a shower was more than he’d ever dared to hope for. Aizawa was growing more concerned with each passing second.

“Where is your mother now?” He asks and the boy shrugs.

“I haven’t seen her in a couple weeks,” he states as if that were normal. “I think she met some new guy.” That was enough to put Aizawa’s teeth on edge.

“Where have you been staying then?” he asks.

“Wherever I can,” the boy replies, sounding embarrassed. “Park benches, bus stops, train stations…” Aizawa was horrified. What kind of person left their child to survive in those conditions? Why hadn’t she ever reached out to him for help?

“What are these?” Aizawa reaches out to snatch up the boys arm. Now that he was inside where the lighting was better, he could see strange scars and scabs covering his skin.

“Cigarette burns,” the boy pulls his arm away and averts his eyes. “Mom thought it would make people more willing to help when I had to beg for money.” Aizawa felt his eyes fill with tears at the words, and he doesn’t think twice before pulling his son into his arms. The boy returns the embrace, clinging to Aizawa as if he feared the man might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“What’s going to happen now?” the boy asks fearfully after he calms down a bit.

“You’re more than welcome to stay with me,” Aizawa finds himself accepting the role of father rather quickly. He was already responsible for so many kids already, he didn’t see the harm in adding one more to the list. “If that’s something you’re comfortable with.”

“Yes, please!” The boy nods his head, looking ecstatic as he wiped away his tears. Aizawa nods his head and pats his son on the shoulder.

“Well then kid,” he says with a small smile. “Welcome home.”

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mollymauk-teafleak · 3 years ago

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Very Okay

I was consumed with the urge to write some domestic smut so here's some soft dads Widomauk just banging it out at the end of a long week. Huge thanks to my wonderful enablers @spiky-lesbian and @minky-for-short

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“...and then Una said next week she’s swimming for her Level 2 badge and she’s a little nervous, she’s got to go a whole lap. She’ll be fine, of course, but she has that whole thing about putting her head underwater so we need to make sure we keep an eye on her.”

Molly nodded, shifting so his tail wasn’t trapped under his leg, “She’ll do a wonderful job, she goes through the water like a shark. Literally, with the teeth…”

“And Trinket needs a costume put together, it’s World Book Day on Friday and apparently preschool kids have Fairy Tales as their theme? So I was thinking we could just swipe something from when your theatre group did Midsummer Night’s Dream. It’s a little short notice and I thought that would save you having to sew something new.”

“Yeah, he loves messing around back there anyway,” Molly nodded, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, trying to angle his chest forward, “So, um…”

“Oh!” Caleb’s finger shot into the air, sending a wave of water over the edge of the tub, “Before I forget! I have to take the kittens to get their vaccinations at the vets tomorrow so if you could watch the bookstore for me, that would be such a huge help.”

“Of course baby, I can do that, but don’t you think we should maybe-”

“Thank you! I promise I’ll be super quick, I have this thing at the Academy, apparently professors are supposed to go to parties? That wasn’t on the job description-”

“Caleb,” Molly couldn’t help himself, reaching up and taking hold of his husband’s face, doing his absolute best not to laugh, “Listen, I love catching up with you but this is our date night and you were kind of about to start fucking me and it seems we’ve stalled a little? If we could get back on that, it would be great.”

Caleb took a few long, slow blinks, his eyes then travelling around him like he was only just noticing the fact that he was sharing a bathtub, naked, pressed up against his equally naked husband. Or rather, remembering that he was, it seemed like he’d been pretty into the idea when he’d been tearing Mollymauk’s clothes off and tipping him into the water.

“Oh,” his face flushed so quickly it can’t have had anything to do with the heat of the water, “I’m killing the mood, aren’t I?”

That was all of Molly’s available composure, he snorted as laughter tore it’s way out of his chest, sending his head knocking back against the rim of the tub. After a few moments, Caleb started giggling too, helplessly putting his hands over his face.

“I mean, it started well,” Molly cackled, hugging his arms around himself, as it happened sharing a tub between two people didn’t leave much water to cover you, “Y’know, growling that you were going to touch me until I screamed, that was a real good start to date night? It only went South when you started coordinating our schedules…”

Caleb groaned, tilting forward until he was resting his head on Molly’s shoulder, strands of hair falling out of his bun and drinking the water, “Sorry...There was just one thing I wanted to tell you and then it kept going.”

“It’s alright,” Molly chuckled, still cradling his head, pressing his lips to his head, “I do feel like we’ve hardly talked this week.”

“That’s just it!” Caleb sighed, melting a little in his husband’s arms, gingerly letting him take his weight, “Between the store and now me being an associate professor and you doing tech week, I feel like I only see you when I bump into you in the hallway.”

Molly had to admit he was right. Of course he was endlessly proud of his husband, the fact that he’d had the courage to even step over the threshold of the Soltryce Academy after everything he’d been through there, let alone accept a job and try and make the place better, was incredible. Making this huge step in his recovery all while maintaining the little bookstore he’d been running for the last few years, coming home tired and smiling every day, satisfied and certain of his place in the world. It was everything Molly had wanted for him.

But he couldn’t lie, he was starting to miss him.

Mollymauk smiled softly as he traced his fingers through his hair, “Well, I’m kind of glad it’s not just me who was thinking that...that’s kind of why I asked if we could make tonight a date night.”

Molly felt Caleb deflate a little in his arms, “And I turned it into some kind of press conference. I’m sorry, Mollymauk.”

Starting to purr, the tiefling’s tail found its way around Caleb’s leg, squeezing like some kind of comforting snake, “I’ll hear no apologies from you, Mr Caleb. What I wanted was to spend time with you and that’s what I’ve got. Minus clothes too, which is a nice bonus.”

Caleb made a soft, decisive noise, pulling himself back up, bracing his hands on the rim of the bath either side of Molly’s head.

“But if I went back to that whole ‘touch you until you scream’ thing? Would that be alright?” his smile turned crooked.

Molly unsuccessfully suppressed an undignified squeak of mixed shock and arousal, his smile flaring into a full blown grin.

“Oh that would be pretty okay too, yeah.”

Caleb gave one of those rough, rumbling laughs that Molly loved so much, the ones that only came out when Molly knew he was about to become the sole focus of Caleb’s not inconsiderable attention, when the brain that normally went in ten different directions and most of those on other planes of reality, was about to zero in on him and him alone.

Molly yelped as he felt surprisingly strong arms slide under him and lift him out of the water, sending rain pattering down from their bodies.

“Babe!” Molly locked his arms around his shoulders like a vice, “This is romantic and all but you’ve got skinny noodle arms!”

“Charming,” Caleb snorted, “You don’t weigh all that much, Liebling. I won’t drop you.”

Before Molly could properly address his doubt about that- he’d once watched his husband struggle for twenty minutes to open a jar of peanut butter that wasn’t even new- they were moving, water scattering generously along the hallway. Apparently lifting books all day was better for your upper body strength than Mollymauk had realised because, true to his word, Molly wasn’t dropped until he was tumbled into bed, Caleb following pretty soon after.

Eagerly he dragged him closer, pressing their lips together, barely letting a heartbeat pass before he slid his tongue across Caleb’s. He hiked his legs up around his husband’s waist like he was anchoring him there, like any bare inch between their bodies was just unbearable. Caleb’s hands felt like they were everywhere, so much so that Molly wasn’t convinced there wasn’t magic involved. Just the warm, roughened touch of his broad hands sliding across his shoulders, following the curve of his spine to press their bodies closer, kneading the softness of his thighs. Everywhere he needed him, Caleb was there and still it didn’t feel like enough.

Almost the exact moment he had that thought, he was turning, rolling, until suddenly he was on top and Caleb was grinning wickedly up at him, his normally bright blue eyes dark with want.

“Want to ride my tongue, Liebling?” he purred roughly, knowing the answer full well but still wanting to hear him say it.

Molly obliged him, whimpering, “Oh fuck yes.”

It wasn’t that people would look at Mollymauk and expect him to always prefer the dominant role in bed, he was well aware of the vibes he gave off and cultivated them carefully (though if anyone were to let their gaze linger more closely they’d notice the two fingernails on his right hand kept deliberately short). It was more that they would notice Caleb, hiding behind his hair and hunching his shoulders and never speaking above a low murmur and never imagine him as the kind of person to take control. Of anything really, let alone someone like Molly. He didn’t look like he could command a one person canoe in a swimming pool.

How little they knew.

Molly gripped the headboard so hard that the nails he did keep long and wickedly sharp bit into the wood, levering himself up a little, bracketing Caleb’s head with his knees. He hovered at first, even as his thighs trembled with anticipation, with the intense sensation of those eyes examining him meticulously. Suddenly he was incredibly aware of how wet he was, conscious of every bead of slick, every pulse of heat through him, the stiffness of his cock.

No one would look at Caleb and see a man capable of nearly making his husband come from eyes alone.

“So cruel of me to make you wait,” Caleb’s voice was a rumble in his chest, “And yet you look so beautiful when you’re desperate…”

“Caleb,” Molly whined, teeth gritted, the lightest brush of his husband’s breath enough to make him beg shamelessly, “Please.”

“My apologies,” Caleb’s accent got noticeably thicker when he was turned on, like the part of his brain usually keeping him in Common was slipping. Or perhaps he just knew it drove Molly wild, “Just admiring…”

He took hold of Molly’s thighs and pulled him down, until Molly felt the rough scrape of his beard against his flesh, the contact after so long waiting wrenching a soft cry from him. Then he felt his wizard’s lips part, his tongue, warmer, trace a teasing path between the valley of him and the cry became a throaty moan. He couldn’t help it, almost immediately he was rocking his hips, seeking more, every nerve ending screaming for it.

Caleb tapped his thigh smartly, half in warning that he hadn’t given permission, half in warning that- while drowning in him would be a rather pleasant way to go- he’d prefer not to go at all if the option was there. Molly forced himself to still, even as it made him ache between the legs, tipping his head back and taking deep, desperate gulps of air.

Back in control, Caleb rewarded him with broad, generous strokes of his tongue, keeping it flat so Molly felt every inch of it. He took his cock in his mouth, rolling it around his tongue, scraping lightly with his teeth, kissing and lapping and sucking like he was eating some fruit. Finally, he found his entrance, probing gently and then far less gently, pulling him close so he could plunge deeper.

Molly was as vocal as ever, clinging to the headboard for dear life, tail stiff and straight in the air. He’d learned, he kept his hips still but there was no need, Caleb was in control. He rocked him back and forth, using every ounce of this surprising strength, giving Mollymauk everything he needed, leaving him nothing left to take.

Molly’s frantic, formless moans and screams haphazardly threw themselves into something close to words, “Caleb, I...oh fuck, baby, I’m...gonna…”

Through the haze of it all, he felt two quick taps on his thigh, Caleb’s affirmative answer. His signal that it was okay to fall, that Caleb would catch him.

And so he did. A last scream tearing its way from his raw throat, Molly’s shoulders locked and his chin hit his chest as it all rolled through him, as it lit him up from the inside out. He couldn’t have said how long it lasted, only that when it was done with him he felt as exhausted as he ever had. Enough that when he started to sway too hard and fell, he didn’t have the strength to catch himself.

But Caleb did. Moving quickly, he sat up and wrapped his arms around his husband, snagging him before he could tumble off the bed.

“Easy there…” he panted, grinning.

Molly’s eyelids felt leaden but he couldn’t bear not to look at Caleb right now, smiling wonkily back and leaning into his embrace, “You are fucking magical.”

Caleb giggled, gently laying him down against the pillows, curling on his side beside him. The lower half of his face was shining in the low light, his smile soft and shy and sweet again. Molly reached up and laid a gentle hand on his cheek, like he was worried he would disappear if he didn’t.

Caleb caught his wrist, turning his head and pressing a kiss to his palm, “I’m right here, Liebling. I’m right here.”

Molly exhaled in gentle relief, his eyes slowly gaining focus, “You...lie next to me. Tell me everything you want to tell me, all about your day, all about...everything. I just want to listen to you. And then when my brain puts itself together it's your turn. Okay?”

Caleb nodded, eyes wide and eager and loving, “Very okay.”

#widomauk #modern au #critical role #smut #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #trans mollymauk

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white knight

requested: yes

group: red velvet

pairing: irene x fem!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst

contents: college!au, scaredy cat!irene

warnings: swearing

synopsis: Irene isn’t looking to be saved by a white knight, but she can’t help falling for you when you rescue her. From a spider. In a college dorm.

a/n: i’m sorry for how long this took me 😂 I hope you enjoy!

word count: 3.8k

It’s not a super fun thing to be woken up by a blood-curdling scream at 4 in the morning.

The hallways and rooms of your dorm building are especially echoey, causing the scream to sound like it’s erupting right next to you. Considering that you’re not a heavy sleeper, it’s pretty damn terrifying.

“Shit,” you gasp, fumbling to get out of bed. Your dorm is pitch dark, as it has been for the past week or so while most people in your building have been gone for winter break. You thought you were the last one left, but clearly, that’s not true. “What the hell?”

The scream sounds again, louder and shriller this time, and you wince, stuffing your feet into shoes that you’re sure don’t match and grabbing the heaviest textbook you can find. Your campus is supposed to be pretty safe, but judging by the screams, there’s probably a serial killer on campus, and you’ll definitely die fighting them off.

It’s not hard to find the room of the screamer; it’s the only door ajar at the end of the hallway, bright light spilling out from inside. Honestly, it’s weird for a killer to keep the door open and the lights on, but your sleep-deprived brain doesn’t make much of it, and you kick the door open violently.

There’s an ugly cracking sound as the doorknob slams into the wall, but you’re focused on the fact that there’s definitely not a killer in the dorm. No, there’s only one person inside, a petite girl in a bathrobe and face mask, standing on top of her bed and screaming at the open door of the bathroom. “What- did you crack my wall?” she demands, staring at you.

“I- that doesn’t matter, what the fuck are you screaming at?”

She points a shaking hand at the bathroom, and you’re half-expecting to see a rabid dog or a dead body. Instead, it takes almost a full minute for you to find the spider on the tiled floor. “The fuck- you’re screaming about a spider?” you groan, already wishing you didn’t get out of bed for this.

The girl frowns and crosses her arms. “Well, yes. Spiders are scary. If you don’t mind, could you kill it? You did break my wall.”

You smash it with your foot, scraping it along the floor to leave a streak of spider guts. The girl’s still staring at her gross floor when you whirl around with your hands on your hips, about to give her a piece of your mind. “Why the hell? You gotta be more considerate, it’s 4 in the morning and you’re screaming your head off about a tiny-ass bug.”

“It’s not my fault I have arachnophobia,” she snaps back, and you bristle at the audacity. “I mean, I didn’t ask for some white-knight wannabe to burst in and ruin my wall.”

“Wh-” you sputter. Drawing yourself up to your full considerably unimpressive height, you spit out, “Well, fuck you. Next time there’s an actual serial killer, I’ll just leave you here to be smeared on the floor like that goddamn spider. Again, fuck you!”

“Wannabe,” she calls out behind you, muffled when you slam the door shut. You want to believe it’s a fever dream, but the reality of it is that you have a rude-ass neighbor with a horror movie scream, and you didn’t get enough sleep to survive class.

All a day in the life of a college student, right?

“Pleeeaaasseeee.”

You glare menacingly at Jisoo, who doesn’t even flinch. “No.”

“Come on,” your roommate pleads, tugging on your arm. She’s all too used to your stubbornness to give up on something she wants you to do now. “Please? I really want you to meet Jennie!”

“Come on, Jisoo,” you sigh, still typing away at the essay you started an hour too late. “You’re dating the most popular girl on campus, and you want me to come to dinner with the two of you?” At Jisoo’s nod, you roll your eyes and ignore her pout. “You’re kidding.”

The brunette groans; even her patience has a limit. “Jennie’s so sweet, she’ll love you! Besides, she’s bringing her roommate.”

“Should I care?”

“A really hot roommate,” Jisoo amends. “Absolutely your type. I’ve met her, she’s so gorgeous. Her name is Joohyun, and she’s a year above you, I think. She’s super pretty and super sweet and I’m pretty sure she’s super gay-”

Your hand, clamped over Jisoo’s mouth, cuts off the flow of unnecessary information. Honestly, even the mention of a pretty girl isn’t enough to get you to want to go to dinner with your roommate and her uber-popular girlfriend, but you know Jisoo will just reschedule if you don’t come and nag you until you agree. “Fine. I’ll come, but I won’t be happy about it.”

“Trust me, you’ll definitely be happy,” Jisoo squeals, pressing an exaggerated kiss to your forehead before leaving the room, probably to tell her girlfriend the news.

You don’t pay any attention to your easily excited best friend, simply continuing to type away. The mention of dinner with a pretty girl quickly slips away to the back of your mind, a vague throb in the background.

“I think I see them,” Jisoo tells you with a huge grin on her face. You’re sitting in a booth opposite her, and you’ve been ignoring your roommate’s hands tapping at the table for at least 20 minutes now.

“You said that 10 minutes ago,” you grumble, flipping through the menu. Honestly, one of the only things that got you to agree to the stupid dinner was the promise of food, and your mouth is practically watering at the pictures of ramen on the menu. “Are you sure it’s them?”

Your roommate quickly smooths her hair down, grabbing your face to check your makeup and ignoring your disgruntled noise. “Yes, I’m sure. Can you at least smile?”

Luckily, there’s no more time for Jisoo to fuss over you; you spot Jennie first, recognizing her by her cute gummy smile and expensive perfume. However, when your eyes travel to the girl behind Jennie, your jaw drops in time with hers.

To anyone else, it would seem like you’re simply shocked by how pretty the girl is, and that’s partially true. ‘Joohyun’, as you remember, is absolutely gorgeous, to the point where she seems unreal. Porcelain skin, glossy raven hair, and dark eyes widened in shock make her easily the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen.

However, you can’t help but see a face mask and bathrobe that no one else can see, and you can hear an ear-piercing scream rattling in your ears. Maybe Joohyun sees the oversized shirt you wore that night, a shoe in your hand that you used to smash a stupid spider.

Either way, you’re not letting Jisoo know about what you did.

Extending your hand with the fakest smile you can muster, you introduce yourself. “Hi, Joohyun, right? I’m Y/N.”

“Um, yeah. Hi.” After taking your hand, she slides into the booth next to you, although you’re sure she’s almost hanging off the edge with how much space is between the two of you. You’re the direct opposites of Jennie and Jisoo, who are practically glued together opposite you.

Jisoo’s oblivious, but she’s not oblivious enough to miss the tension between you, and Jennie has practically no tact. Her sharp eyes observe the icy stare Joohyun gives you and she asks, “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Joohyun answers immediately, her cold expression melting into a sweet smile when she looks to her roommate. “She just looks like someone I met a few days ago. Remember the girl I told you about?”

“Yeah,” Jennie laughs, covering her smile with her hand. “Yeah, I remember. You still haven’t fixed that crack in our wall, you know.”

You pray that Jisoo doesn’t ask for details, but of course, she does. “What crack?” she smiles, eyes lighting up at the promise of a story. Really, Jisoo?

“Oh, you know how everyone was gone for winter break?” Joohyun smiles, tucking her hair behind her ear. It’s not fair how gorgeous she looks. “There was a spider in my bathroom, so obviously I screamed.”

“Are spiders that scary?” you can’t help yourself from blurting out. Jisoo raises an eyebrow at you. “I mean, it couldn’t have been too big.”

“Anyway,” Joohyun continues, fully ignoring you. You bristle at her dismissive attitude, but stay silent to hear whatever lies she’s spinning about you. “This girl busts into my dorm and throws the door open so hard that it makes a huge crack in the wall!”

“Damn,” Jisoo comments. You want to glare at her, but that’ll just be painfully obvious. “Who was she?”

The brunette beside you laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t know! But I fully intend to find her and make her pay for my wall. To be honest, she looked a lot like Y/N, about this tall, with this hair color too. Even her face looks similar!”

“That’s funny,” Jennie chimes in now. “You should try your best to find her then, if you’ve got Y/N as a reference. It’s gonna be expensive to fix up the wall. Do you think we’ll get in trouble with administration?”

Jisoo shakes her head, and you watch on helplessly as your roommate digs you into an even bigger hole. “You won’t if you fix it in time. Y/N can help you guys!”

“Really?” Two sets of eyes turn skeptically onto you.

“I own a kit to fill in walls,” you blurt out, cursing internally. Honestly, you want to slap yourself. “Yeah, I can help you guys fill in the crack. It’ll look like nothing happened.”

Jennie offers you a gummy smile. “That’d be great! Would tomorrow work for you?”

All of a sudden, Joohyun’s eyes grow wide and she protests, “Neither of us will be home though, maybe we should wait until you have a free day?”

“Nonsense, you’ll be there. You don’t have class tomorrow, remember?” Jennie grins, flapping her hand and looking down at the menu. “You can stop by anytime, Y/N. Now, should we order? I’ll pay.”

As your roommate cooes about how considerate her girlfriend is, you studiously avoid Joohyun’s eyes. Honestly, you have no idea if you’ll survive tomorrow, not if you’re faced with a hot girl with an obvious grudge against you.

Fuck.

“Uh, would you mind opening the door a little more?”

Joohyun stares at you suspiciously through the tiny crack that she’s opened the door. You can’t help but notice how pretty she looks, hair up in a messy ponytail and dressed in a simple white shirt, but you school your expression into a frown to mirror hers. “Step away first.”

“What the fuck,” you sigh, shifting the spackling kit under your arm. “I’m not gonna slam the goddamn door again, just open it and let me in. Or do you want to explain to administration why you have a crack in your wall?”

“Because you’re an asshole,” she mumbles, opening the door just enough for you to squeeze through. “Who the hell barges into someone else’s dorm at 2 in the morning?”

“It was 4 in the morning,” you snap back, although there’s a twinge of guilt in your chest at the sight of the huge crack in the wall. The cracks aren’t wide, thank god, but there’s a lot of them. “And I barged in because I thought you were being murdered! Who the hell screams like that because of a tiny-ass spider?”

She hesitates at that, and you smirk, satisfied. Crossing her arms, Joohyun scowls, “Whatever. So, am I supposed to pay you for this or something? I don’t know how much I’d usually pay to get someone to do this for me, so don’t overcharge.”

You stare at her, at the brown eyes darting to look at anywhere but you. “What? Jesus, I’m not that much of an asshole. You don’t have to pay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, the fuck?” you mumble, starting to open the kit you’ve set on the floor. “Did you think that little of me?”

Joohyun rolls her eyes, but you think you can see the tiniest bit of a smile tugging at her lip. “I mean, you did make that crack. It’s the least you can do.”

‘“Look, I feel bad about the crack, but you didn’t need to embarrass me in front of my roommate. You made it painfully obvious that the asshole you were talking about was me,” you frown, looking up at her.

She wordlessly places a cup of water by you, settling down in a chair a few feet away with a thoughtful twist to her brow. “Mm. Whatever, it got you to fix my wall for free.”

“Yeah, and I’m not doing it again. I’m keeping my promise that if you get murdered next time, I’m not coming to save you.”

“Sure you will,” Joohyun laughs, and you can’t help but stare at the way her eyes shine.

Suddenly, you’re not sure you will either.

The next time you see Joohyun is a few days later at 2 in the morning in the communal washing machine area.

“We’ve got to stop meeting at ass o’clock in the morning” is your greeting to her.

She looks tired, you note, although you’re sure you do too. There’s only 6 washing machines in a floor with a couple hundred students, so ass o’clock of the morning is usually when you come to steal two of the machines for you and Jisoo. Whenever Jisoo agrees to do the laundry, she miraculously finds an empty machine at a convenient time, but you’re nowhere near as lucky.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joohyun yawns, rubbing at her eyes. She’s carrying an empty hamper, probably for clothes she washed earlier. You wonder which one of the swirling machines is hers. “It seems that this is the only time of day you’re awake.”

To be honest, you don’t appreciate being teased for your choice of afternoon classes to preserve your sleep, and you tell Joohyun so. However, you do appreciate the small smile that cracks her usually impassive face. “Anyways, need help?”

“What?”

“Need. Help?” you say again, enunciating the words exaggeratedly and earning a halfhearted slap. She doesn’t respond, only opening two of the still machines. “Really, two machines? How many clothes do you have?”

“Some are Jennie’s,” Joohyun scowls, flipping a shirt more aggressively than strictly necessary. “I think some are Jisoo’s too.”

You snort, holding a pink shirt that you’re sure belongs to your roommate. “I better not find any underwear or something.”

“With how often Jisoo sleeps over, I wouldn’t be surprised,” the other girl sighs. “Seriously, how did you not meet Jennie before that dinner?”

“Apparently, Jisoo didn’t want me to get the wrong impression by hearing them fuck in the other room or something.”

“How considerate,” Joohyun says dryly, and you don’t manage to suppress your laugh. When you calm down, you realize that Joohyun’s staring at you, though she quickly averts her eyes. “No, I’m serious. I heard Jennie moan Jisoo’s name enough times before I met her that i didn’t even need to be introduced.”

You scrunch your nose, observing the neat way the other girl folds her laundry and copying. “Gross. I thought Jisoo would be the loud one.”

“No, she’s pretty loud too.”

“Oh, ew,” you protest. “I mean, that can be hot sometimes, but Jisoo probably sounds like a dying duck.”

“And you don’t?” Joohyun shoots back. Almost immediately, her pale cheeks color to a deep pink, even though you didn’t have remotely enough time to make an innuendo in your head. “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant, I don’t care what you sound like-”

“Shut up, I didn’t even think of that,” you snort, still folding laundry. “You’ve got a crazy dirty mind if you immediately connected those two things.”

Joohyun throws a shirt at your face and you yelp, catching it only to throw it back. Somehow, it breaks the tension and you both start laughing, folding laundry while exchanging jabs at your respective roommates.

Maybe she’s not as bad as you thought.

It becomes almost a tradition to meet at the laundry room at 2 in the morning on Fridays. The next time is accidental, but after that, you’re sure that Joohyun’s making changes to her schedule just to catch you doing your and your roommate’s laundry and joke with you.

You become sort-of-friends, although you rarely hang out outside of folding shirts together. Sometimes, when Jisoo and Jennie are being gross together, one of you will escape to the others’ dorm, but that’s about it.

What worries you is the not-so-friendly thoughts you begin to have about Joohyun. Sometimes, you can’t seem to stop staring at the girl’s lips, and you feel the itch to hold her hand.

It’s weird.

Therefore, you’ve been forcing Jisoo to do the laundry for the last week and keeping out of your dorm to avoid seeing your sort-of-friend.

You’re only home when Jennie comes knocking because Jisoo makes you stay home while she goes out with friends. You really can’t fathom who’s at your door, so you yank it open.

“Um… hi?” Jennie offers, a sheepish smile on her face. “I brought dessert.” True to her word, her arms are laden with boxes upon boxes of sweets, all of them your favorites.

“Is this a bribe?” You wince at the words that come out, knowing that they sound accusing. “Sorry, just…”

Jennie shrugs, placing the boxes on a table. “I mean, you’re not wrong. I am bribing you.”

Shoving a pastry in your mouth, you cross your arms and try not to look smug. “What for? You’ve got me in a good mood, it’s in your favor to ask now.”

Your roommate’s girlfriend laughs, hesitantly taking one of the desserts when you offer them. “Well. Jisoo and I actually had a really nice date planned for Valentine’s Day, but we can’t go. You probably know Jisoo has a family emergency, right?”

You manage to nod sympathetically despite your cheeks being stuffed full of sweets. “I’m going with her, she’s so worried that I don’t trust her to fly across the country on her own. But we don’t want our date to go to waste.”

“Okay, but what does this have to do with me?”

Jennie shifts, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Right, so Joohyun’s willing to go on the date, but I don’t want her to do it all alone. Would you be willing to go with her?”

At your slight frown, she rambles, “It doesn’t have to be a date for you guys, it’s just a nice dinner! You know, it can just be a nice hangout between friends who definitely don’t have feelings for each other.”

“Do you know something?” There’s a slight jump in your pulse; there’s no way Jennie could know that you might have feelings for her roommate, but you’re nervous nonetheless. What if she’s told Joohyun?

She blushes, chewing lightly on her lower lip. “Of course not! So. Will you do it?”

It barely takes a moment of thinking for you to say, “Sure, I’ll go on a date with Joohyun.” You wince lightly at the blunt way you said it, clarifying, “A not-date. With my friend.”

“Good,” Jennie sighs, standing. She returns to her confident popular-girl image with a smile, handing you a little envelope with a time and date written on it. “Have fun.”

“I will,” you mumble, staring at the envelope.

What have you got to be nervous about? You’re just hanging out with your friend, who you definitely don’t have feelings for and who definitely doesn’t have feelings for you either.

Right?

You really don’t know why you spend almost an hour getting ready for your not-date when you usually wouldn’t care what you wore to hang out with friends.

It feels stupid to frown at your simple outfit while piles of clothes surround you. Just on time, you hear Joohyun’s knock, 3 quick raps as always.

“Hi,” you manage to get out, sounding more breathless than you’d like. She looks perfect as always, but she looks just as flustered as you feel. “Um, let’s go?”

“Right, yeah,” Joohyun mutters, shaking her head and walking faster than she should. “My car’s this way.”

Both of you are uncharacteristically quiet on the way to the car and even more so when Joohyun starts driving. It’s awkward, and you’re sure it has something to do with the fact that you have feelings for her.

You can’t muster up the courage to say something, but you remain silent until the two of you order food. Suddenly, Joohyun groans out, “This is so awkward.”

“Right?” Glancing around you to make sure people aren’t staring, you slump a bit, shaking your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She raises an eyebrow, sipping at the cup of wine she holds. “It’s not your fault, it’s just weird for us to be on a date when we’re just friends.”

As you frown, you can’t help but notice the slight blush on Joohyun’s cheekbones. “I mean, my feelings for you have got to make it weird, right?”

Immediately, Joohyun spits out the mouthful of unfortunately expensive wine, hacking and coughing as she stares at you. “Wh- feelings!?”

You can’t help the dark red flush rising to your face, definitely less flattering than Joohyun’s own. “Shut up, Jennie told me you knew.”

“I don’t,” she says, looking thoroughly convinced. “I was being awkward because I thought Jennie told you about my feelings.”

“Your feelings? What feelings?” You do your best not to be so loud when the other customers start looking your way, but you can’t help the shocked expression on your face.

Joohyun scowls now, staring anywhere but at you. “The same feelings as yours, idiot. Romantic ones, not-friends ones! Want-to-kiss-you feelings, want-to-go-on-dates-with-you feelings!”

“What…?” Realization dawns over you, your mouth forming a little ‘o’. “Jennie and Jisoo knew. They told each other about our feelings and set us up! I’ll bet they didn’t even have a dinner reservation!”

The girl opposite you groans, shaking her head. “Oh, this is so like them. They’re so meddling, I’m going to give them a piece of my mind once they get back!”

“Same.” You sit in silence for barely another moment before you blurt out, “So, you like me back?”

“Yes, you idiot,” Joohyun scowls, tossing her napkin at your head as if it can block the growing grin on your face. “Now shut up and enjoy the food.”

You do as you’re told, but dinner is definitely less awkward once the truth’s out. A weight is lifted from your shoulders now that your feelings are reciprocated, and you catch Joohyun smiling at you as if she feels the same way.

Maybe you don’t regret getting up to kill that spider after all. It’s still undecided.

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