#Was doing some spring cleaning and i came across the shirt (not the ugly ones they release first btw)

[ayyy-edub]

Throwback to the time i ordered a hookhausen shirt and they had already broken up by the time it got to my house 😔💔

[alrightieaphroditie]

just checkin' in | j.m.

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pairing *:·ﾟ afab!reader x joel miller wc *:·ﾟ 2.4k an *:·ﾟ it's here! the first part in a series i am veeery excited about!! this installment is pretty much straight fluff, but i had a blast writing it and getting back into joel's character. i cannot wait to see where this series takes me, and i really hope everyone enjoys reading it! this is slightly edited, but if there's anything huge that jumps out at you, please let me know! check the series masterlist for the series tags!

synopsis *:·ﾟ even when joel is miles away, he never fails to check in on his girl.

after checking for what quite literally had to be the millionth time, the folded-up letter was still sitting right where joel had set it before he left; propped up against your bookstack on the end table in your living room. not that you were expecting it to suddenly grow legs and run away or anything. but today was finally the day that you could open it, as specified by the man who wrote it himself, and by god, you wanted to make sure you knew where it was when you finally sat down to read it. 

in the beginning, when you and joel first started up this little tradition of writing each other letters when he'd go off on the hunting trips, you would eagerly rip open his notes as soon as you were able to. joel always left very clear instructions to not open them until a certain date, and you always obliged, even though it wasn't like joel would really know when you actually opened them. you wouldn't be surprised if his senses started tingling if you even dared to go against his instructions, though. joel had a way of being so omnipresent with you; so attuned to your own being that even when he was gone, you swore you could still feel him with you.  

after a little while, though, you learned to tame that eagerness and make a dedicated time for reading his letters. the excitement never left you fully, and you found that opening the letter was still all you could think about on the day of, all these months later. you spent your morning helping in the greenhouses, thinking of what joel could have written. you cleaned up your house during the afternoon, eyes gazing to the paper with your name on it, written in his surprisingly nice handwriting, far too often. and when you had dinner with ellie that night, all you could do was smile as she mentioned opening her own letter that morning, your foot tapping against the floor as you impatiently anticipated getting to open your own. 

now, you were fresh out of the shower (ellie made one too many jokes about how much you had stunk after working all day, to the point where you couldn't really tell if she was joking or not), your hair done up in two braids, wearing one of joel's t-shirts and stirring some honey in your cup of tea. the window in your living room was cracked open, the crisp early spring winds causing your gauzy curtains to flutter across the hardwood floors. now, you finally tucked yourself into the corner of your couch, an ugly green thing that was shockingly comfortable, and tugged the blanket hanging on the back of it over your legs, getting comfortable. 

balancing your mug on the arm of the couch, you reached over and finally pulled the letter into your lap. just seeing your name on the front had those silly little butterflies float through your stomach; something you felt far too often with joel. you steadied yourself with a deep breath, and, after taking a small sip of your tea, settled back into the couch, unfolding the crisp paper. 

just checkin' in on you, sugar. 

the first line of his letter was always the same, and yet it never failed to make you smile. he'd say those same words in person, too, when he came by to visit while you were out working, or when he'd stop by your place early in the morning before he went out to do his duties. you'd never get sick of hearing - or reading - those words. 

hope you've been doin' alright. i can't believe they're makin' me go out again even though i just got back from another trip. swear these men can't do shit without me, especially tommy. i know he's the only reason why i'm out in the middle of nowhere, sleeping in a damn sack when i could be in your bed instead. 

you couldn't help but snort at joel's irritation with his brother. the sibling rivalry between the miller brothers was never ending, though the majority of it was in good fun. joel was right, though. tommy was, in fact, the sole reason why his brother left for another trip so close to returning home from one; maria had told you that tommy complained that the group he was going with couldn't aim for shit and needed at least one more man who knew how to handle a gun. 

the good thing, though, is that they're lettin' me get out of the next couple trips after this. i'll get at least a few good weeks with you, uninterrupted. as much as i like writin' these letters, and as much as i love reading what you've written me, i'd much rather be able to talk to ya in person. that way i could see your grin every time i say somethin' sweet to you, just like i bet you're doing now, huh?   

once again, joel was right. 

i gotta go pack up now, but i'll be back home to you any day now. take care of yourself for me, baby, just until i can get back to doin' it myself. i love you. 

a wave of emotions hit you at once when you finished reading the letter. happiness, for his approaching homecoming. excitement, for those few weeks he'd be getting off. love, for the way he knew you and how he loved taking care of you. and, however faint, loneliness, for how much your heart ached to see him. he had been gone for a week now, and before that, the two of you had only had one day together after he had been gone for two. only a few days remained in this trip, though it still felt like forever. 

you wouldn't let yourself dwell on that miniscule amount of pain, though. joel wouldn't want you to, so you knew better by now. instead, you reread his letter, hearing that slight drawl of his in your head, and grinning again just like he predicted. you held it to your chest as you sipped your lukewarm tea, as if your skin could absorb his words and cement his love into your bloodstream. 

later, after your tea had gone too cold and you dumped it out in the sink, you carried yourself to your room, the hem of joel's shirt brushing delicately against your thighs. kneeling to the ground, your knees hit the worn wood floor as you dug underneath your bed, pulling out an old shoebox. inside were joel's previous letters, the box almost stuffed to the brim with them. you couldn't even imagine tossing them out, these little symbols of his love for you, so this was where you stored them, safely tucked away. 

after placing the most recent one on top of the box and putting it back under your bed gently, you snagged the flannel joel had left from his side of the bed and put it on. now wrapped in his clothes, his scent, you felt closer to him. that silly thread of loneliness fluttered through your heart again, ever so briefly, but you brushed it off as you pulled back your quilt blanket and climbed into bed.  

outside your window, you could just barely make out the moon high in the pitch-black sky and you wondered if joel was awake still, looking up at that same fixture. it was the comfort you felt at that thought that allowed you to close your eyes and drift off, and joel's lingering scent on the flannel was the last thing you remembered thinking of. 

somewhere in the woods, miles away from the walls of jackson, joel sat on the damp ground, propped against a fallen tree log. his hand was in his jacket, his calloused thumb and forefinger brushing against the smooth paper folded into bits in the pocket. 

he had requested first watch tonight, hoping to have at least some time to himself so that he could read your words. unlike him, you never gave any instructions for when to read your letter. you said once that he should just read it whenever he missed you, and he didn’t have the heart to tell you that if he did that, he’d be reading the letter the moment he stepped out of the border around town. 

you had mentioned in passing, however, that you made a little ritual out of reading his letters, and so joel started putting off reading your letter, waiting until the date that he specified for you to open his. he knew it was silly, that the probability of you both reading the letters at the same time was slim, especially when he had to wait until the dead of night, when he had a small moment of free time. but it kept him going, so he continued to do it. 

the last man in the group had just walked back to his sleeping bag, and joel was finally out in the campsite alone. he gently pulled your letter from his pocket, the jagged edges along one side showing him that you wrote this in your journal before ripping it out. the paper was smooth under his skin, and for a moment he simply stared at his name plastered on the front in your handwriting; the way the 'l' at the end of his name sloped off into a small heart. 

a deep sigh parted his lips; somewhat from exhaustion, but mostly from the way his heartbeat kicked up just at the thought of you drawing that. 

he had to shift against the wood slightly, sparing a glance around the site to make sure no one was paying him too much attention, just so the moonlight could hit the letter just right. he still had to squint slightly to focus, but that was more because of his age than the lack of lighting (you kept teasing him about trying to find some reading glasses, and now he wondered if he did actually need them). 

with nimble fingers, he unfolded the letter and immediately his mouth quirked up in a small smirk. 

hey there, cowboy. i hope the camping life is treating you well and not wreaking havoc on that back of yours. i'm starting to wonder if you're getting too old to go on those trips. surely having a senior citizen like yourself tagging along slows y'all down, no? 

joel forced his sudden laugh into a cough, shaking his head at your attempt of a joke. it was no secret that joel was older than you, but that had never really brought up any strife in your relationship. everyone thought that you were both lucky to find something like what you had given the way the world was, that kind of storybook love people dreamed about. the kind he never imagined for himself.

you were the only one who continuously brought up the age difference, solely to crack jokes at his expense. ellie adored it, and your comments made him laugh, so he didn't really mind it. 

seriously though, i hope you're taking care of yourself out there. i know you do, but i can't help but worry a little. you're needed here, so i just want you to do whatever you need to do to come back home. i mean it.  

while you guys are gone, i think we're going to be setting up the patio area again in town since the weather is warming up. i heard maria talk about hosting another dance soon, so i'm putting it into writing that i want to dance with you at least once, miller.

 i'll beg if i have to. 

heat flamed his cheeks, his skin turning warm despite the cool breeze of spring floating through. his head tipped back, resting against the tree trunk as he closed his eyes for a moment. the two of you had only had one night together between his trips out of town, and ellie had spent the night at your house with joel that night, too. not that joel regretted that; he loved spending time together with his girls. 

but god, did he miss touching you, feeling your soft skin underneath his rough hands, your weight on top of him, underneath him, your hair between his fingers, your lips against his. all of it. the first thing he did when he got back into town was remedy that, he'd swear on it. 

i hear you coming down the stairs, so i have to wrap this up. geez, your footsteps are so loud. i love them, though. i love you, too, joel. stay safe, baby. i'll see you real soon! 

a small heart followed the last word, and his gaze lingered on it for a moment while he absorbed your letter. reading your words was like a breath of fresh air to him, letting him fill his lungs with your love even if you weren't physically there. these letters gave him the energy, the will, to continue on. to make a point to go back. 

for years, he never had anyone to return to, no one to really miss him if he were missing. he grew to accept that, felt comfortable being alone in this great, big world. he never imagined anything different, always felt he had no right wishing for something more. and now, somehow, he had two people who were eagerly anticipating his return. 

joel brushed his knuckle against the corner of his eye, collecting the small gathering of water that had collected there after finishing your letter. clearing his throat, he sat himself up against the tree, gathering his gun into his lap to be more prepared for the evening watch. he never let go of your letter, though. the feeling of rubbing it between the pads of his fingers brought him a great sense of calm. 

later, when tommy woke up to relieve joel from first watch, after he set up his sleeping bag and folded his jacket underneath him to act as a pillow, he reread your letter again and again, hearing your sweet voice in his head as he did. when he basically had it memorized, he let his hand fall to his chest. as the wind whistled through the trees, your note close to his heart, he finally allowed himself to fall asleep. 

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apple tree | chifuyu.m

pairing: chifuyu matsuno x reader

genre: angst, slow-burn, unrequited love, pining, fluff, chifuyu doesn’t love you that way :( 

warnings: as usual, heartbreak coming ahead <3

✧. in which you look back on the times that chifuyu had been the highlight and heartbreaker in your youth. 

you were five when you first met chifuyu matsuno under the big apple tree one summer day. 

head deep into bending the fragile weeds into a flower crown when a blonde haired boy with the prettiest ocean blue eyes approached you. “what are you doing?” he asked curiously, licking his already melting chocolate ice cream while looking at the imperfectly balanced flower that you had spent hours on crafting in your hands. “making a flower crown.” you answered simply, not even sparing the blonde haired boy a glance as you were too focused in tweaking the branches. 

“woah that’s awesome!” he beamed in excitement, plopping down next to you instantly and leaning in closer to take a look at it. “yeah i know right!” you smiled in triumph, finally looking up to see whoever was showing interest in your little hobby and behold, there sat chifuyu in a rainbow striped t-shirt with his legs crossed and eyes gleaming with interest.

 in all honesty, your flower crowns were horribly ugly, but in chifuyu’s eyes it was uniquely you. perhaps it was maybe because he hadn’t seen anyone making an actual flower crown before or perhaps maybe he was just feeling sorry for the girl who always sat alone under the big apple tree that never bloomed a single fruit all year round. whichever it was, you wished that it was the first. “teach me how to make one please!” he grabs your wrist, causing your cheeks to burn under the scorching hot sun and heart rate quickening though you were clueless as to why it happened being only at the age of five, so you decided that it was okay to have him around. 

strangely ever since then, you were never seen alone under the apple tree in the park again. 

you were nine when you first understood the concept of crushes, with the help of your best friend, chifuyu matsuno of course. 

“it’s when you want to share the biggest chicken drumlet with them dummy!” chifuyu explained, voice muffled from stuffing his face with fried chicken one after another. you weren’t sure how the two of you derived at the current topic, though you remember the last you checked, chifuyu was rambling on and on about the new girl in your class. “so, you’d share this with whoever you have a crush on?” you asked as you pointed towards the biggest drumstick that chifuyu had saved for the last, as always. 

he nodded impatiently, grabbing the very same drumstick and ready to devour it but only to come to a halt when the two of you locked eyes. “want some?” he offered, waving the fried chicken in front of you. “wh-what?” your words fumbled, taken aback by chifuyu’s sudden offer right after the whole sharing of the biggest chicken drumlet explanation he had just made. “you kept staring at it. do you want it?” he asked, with innocence laced in his voice, oblivious to the shade of red slowly making an appearance on your cheeks. you huffed, “am not!”. chifuyu only lets out a snort, “yeah sure,” he chuckles boyishly, leaning down to rest on your shoulders, causing your body to stiffen upon the sudden contact. that afternoon, for almost an entire hour you were forced to sit as straight as you could, afraid that something was going to erupt in your tummy again as you could feel the bubbling sensation that threatened to explode. 

you were thirteen when you finally realised that you, y/n l/n, wants to share the biggest drumstick with chifuyu matsuno. 

it was christmas eve and chifuyu had invited you over to his place for a dinner, claiming that his mother had threatened to throw his precious romance mangas away if he didn't invite you. 

you arrived at the matsuno’s household ten minutes earlier than stated with a tray of roasted potatoes held in your hands and beads of sweat running down your forehead despite the freezing cold temperature outside. for the eight years of friendship you had with chifuyu, you’ve never felt this nervous seeing him and his family. it’s the cold, you naively thought, when the door swung opened, revealing your best friend dressed in a maroon striped sweater with suspenders. his eyes widened, not expecting to really see you when he was just opening to check in an attempt to ease his mother’s sixth sense. “y/n? why didn’t you knock?” he gasped, gently tugging the tray on your hands into his as he looked at you in surprise. “well, i was gonna but you opened the door before i could!” you scoffed a white lie, wanting nothing but to cover up the fact that you had been standing outside because you couldn’t get your heart to calm down. 

“chifuyu why don’t you give y/n the gift you got for her now?” mrs matsuno chimed, elegance evident in her posture and movement when she lightly dabbed a napkin across her lips which made you wonder how is it possible that she's the mother of chifuyu when chifuyu shared not a single bit of her grace when it comes to eating. chifuyu pauses briefly, “give me a sec,” he nods before stuffing the roasted potato that was previously halfway into his mouth and standing up to jog over to his room. “he cleaned the house for two months for it.” mr matsuno chuckled as chifuyu jogs out again, this time with a paper bag held in his hand. 

“you better wear it everyday.” he sent you a playful wink, handing you the brown paper bag. you carefully unwrapped the ribbon that bounded the paper bag and pulling out an overly oversized hoodie enough to fit you through a lifetime. you noticed that it was same hoodie that chifuyu often wears except that yours was in the shade of emerald green, the colour that chifuyu had taken the effort to remember that you had once claimed as your colour when the two of you had a heated discussion on what colour represents yourselves. 

“wow! now we have a friendship hoodie!” you beamed in excitement, pulling the oversized hoodie over your sweater. “how do i look?” you asked, posing a few turns at chifuyu as he took a good look at you. “pretty.” he held a thumb up before stuffing another spoonful of pasta down. 

your lowered your gaze upon hearing the sudden compliment your best friend gave, opting to look at the last piece of roasted chicken that mrs matsuno had offered you earlier just now before chifuyu could lay his hands on it. your lips pursed, not entirely confident to do it but eventually picking up the piece of meat and placing it on chifuyu’s already dirtied plate from all the sauces he had mixed with his food. “thank you,” you mumbled, looking anywhere else but chifuyu’s burning gaze on you. 

the butterflies were taking flight soon and you on the other hand had no idea how to contain it. 

you were sixteen when chifuyu first broke your heart on the first day of the spring season, openly declaring in front of you and takemichi that he’ll be confessing to the pretty girl sitting in front of him during lunch time. 

her name is haru.

“no way! you’re kidding!” takemichi gaped, leaning in closer to chifuyu as the close proximity between the two of them wasn’t enough for him to hear chifuyu clearly. chifuyu crossed his arms, confidence evident in his posture, “of course not! i’ve already decided, there’s no going back!” 

“be sure not to scare her away!” you stuck your tongue out to which chifuyu rolled his eyes in response. “eh? you’re just jealous that no one’s confessing to you!”, wiggling his head in a playful manner as he brought an ‘L’ sign up to his forehead to further anguish you. you raised a middle finger, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation for you weren’t sure if you were able to contain the effect of your heart dropping six feet down. 

you knew chifuyu succeeded when he came running to you after school with the brightest smile you adored, a faint tint of blush coated on his cheeks. “guess i’m gonna see you lesser huh lover boy?” you chuckled softly, shoving your textbooks into your canvas bag as he swung himself onto your desk with a smug grin. “you’d wish huh don’t you? but no, you’ll still see me as often when i’m off from boyfriend duties,” he sang happily. perhaps maybe because it was chifuyu’s own words, you believed wholeheartedly that you were okay with being just his best friend and being supportive of his relationship. so you watched chifuyu’s love for haru bloomed into something more than just the typical puppy love you often watch on romcoms. 

in just a blink of an eye, two years had passed and the next thing you knew you were spending your birthday without your best friend for the second time in a row. “this sucks,” you grumbled, throwing your phone aside when the time struck midnight, announcing a new day had just arrived. chifuyu’s words were just empty affirmations when you realised that you barely ever saw your best friend. you weren't sure if the two of you were even best friends anymore. it felt more like he’s just a friend that you talk to occasionally now. you see, chifuyu is a loyal friend and that’s a widely known fact and that’s what made it even more heartbreaking for you because chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive and you had no reason to hate him for that. 

you rubbed your temples tiredly, wanting nothing more than to run your aching head into the wall when a packet of your favourite watermelon mints was thrown onto your desk. “rough night?”atsumu, your beloved table-mate asked smugly. “you don’t say,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the obvious as you impatiently tore the packet open. “he didn’t wish ya happy birthday did he?” the freshly bleached haired boy questioned. atsumu got his answer when you didn't sat in silence, opting to look out the window to distract yourself from the threatening tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. and god do love to test you when the scene of chifuyu leaning in to kiss haru on the lips ever so gently unfolds at your sight. oh how you wished that it was you who he’s kissing right now. 

chifuyu always does just enough to keep your friendship alive. 

it was already late into the night when you heard a knock outside your balcony. your breath hitched when you saw that it was chifuyu who had disturbed your little movie marathon alone after the events that had happened lately. “hey,” he breathed, a soft smile wearing on his lips to which you returned it with an awkward one, inviting him into your messy room. “oh we’re in our friendship hoodie!” he chuckles nervously. your eyes travelled on him, realising that indeed he’s wearing the same hoodie that you were currently wearing right now. “it’s late chi, what’s going on?” you sighed, tone coming off harsher than you intended to. chifuyu nods slowly, face soon replaced with an apologetic look. “i’m sorry for missing your birthday, i feel horrible really,” he begun. “ i know i haven’t been around lately, so i want to make it up to you.” 

your brows furrowed at chifuyu’s apology, you knew he was being so sincere so why did you feel even much more upset hearing it? “that’s it? you could’ve just done this in school tomorrow chifuyu.”you sighed, trying your hardest to mask the pettiness within you with a tired voice. “ i know i know, but i couldn’t sleep knowing that i left my best friend alone on her 18th birthday.” he looked at you hesitantly as you quietly pulled your duvet over your lap. “how about let’s go hiking and watch the sunrise this weekend? just the two of us. i know you’ve been wanting to do that.” 

you wished you weren’t in love with chifuyu so that you wouldn’t give in so easily. you wished you were petty enough to make a scene and just be angry at him but you couldn't so here you are right now, hiking up the trail with your hand in chifuyu’s as you helped him up the slope. “your stamina really sucks,” you retorted to which chifuyu huffed in response. “it’s not that my stamina sucks, it’s that this trail is literally ninety-eight percent high slopes,” he pouts. 

“well you could've chose not to show up.” 

“no! i want to do this with you. what are you talking about?” 

you only smiled at his little defence. “whatever,” you mumbled as you quickly dropped your grip on his and walking ahead of him in an attempt to hide your blush. “hey! wait for me!” 

it was near autumn when one day chifuyu appeared in the wee hours of the night with tears streaming down his cheeks when he fell into your arms and hugged you tightly. you found out that haru was moving away to the states with her family and had broken up with chifuyu, refusing to try out long distance relationship. 

so like any other best friend, you let chifuyu cry into your shoulders as you sat in silence that night, heart breaking at the torn state chifuyu was in. he truly loved her. 

you were twenty when chifuyu held your hands and asked you to be his. 

“chifuyu matsuno! where the hell are my batteries?” your voice echoed through your shared apartment, causing poor chifuyu to jump and drop the eggs he was previously holding in his hands on to the floor. it’s been almost two years since haru and chifuyu had broken up and you had spent a great deal of time trying to mend his broken heart though you knew that it would never be fully healed. she was his first love after all. 

the two of you had moved in to a small apartment close to your university as planned since young, officially becoming roommates. “fuck!my eggs!” chifuyu cried out loud as he frantically lets go of the spatula in his hands to grab a kitchen tower and clean up the pool of egg yolk and egg white on the marble floor. you groaned in annoyance when chifuyu doesn’t answer your question, slamming the tools drawer shut and making your way towards the kitchen. 

“i swear chi-” you paused when you saw chifuyu kneeling on the floor with his pink kitten design apron tied against his body, a pout clearly evident on his lips. “what ever happened?” your head tilted slightly, annoyance slowly decimating. “you screamed like a mad woman. that’s what happened.” he retorted. you rolled your eyes, grabbing another kitchen towel and joining chifuyu on the ground. “well if you didn’t misplace my batteries, i wouldn't be screaming.” 

“if you looked close enough, it’s literally on your study desk.” 

“it’s not!” 

“it is!” 

“it’s not!” you huffed, getting up and stomping over to your room to prove a point but your eyes widened, horrified by the pure sight of your batteries accompanies by a fresh pack with a sticky note attached on top of it. ‘you’re welcome <3′, it wrote. you slowly walked out of your room with your head hung low, doing the walk of shame. “say it,” chifuyu taunts as he skilfully tossed the omelette onto the plate and placing it in front of you. you scrunched your nose, lips pursing and taking a deep breath. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled quietly, fingers fumbling at the ends of your shirt. “ah-ah i can't hear you,” you hear him sing, a little too happy. obvious that he’s enjoying this. you sighed in defeat, clearing your throat loud enough. “i’m sorry,” you said it loudly this time. 

chifuyu lets out a laugh in satisfaction, throwing his head back while you on the other hand could only pout at his triumph. but that didn’t mean that your heart didn't swell up at the expression of happiness he has on his face right now. digging in at the breakfast that chifuyu had made for you which had now became a routine, you couldn't help but to feel small under chifuyu’s intense stare on you. “are you not gonna eat?” you raised your brow, eyeing the untouched omelette on his plate. chifuyu rests his chin on his palm, looking at you with a look of as if he had something to tell you. 

“i will.” he hummed before reaching out to grab your hands. your body stiffened, dumfounded at what’s currently happening. “you know, for the last two years, life was a little less painful thanks to you.” chifuyu confessed earnestly, “ i guess what i’m trying to say is that, you’re my end game y/n l/n. i don’t think i would've came this far if it wasn’t for you so i’m going to ask you this once,” he paused, intertwining his fingers in yours as he gazes into your eyes deeply, 

“will you be my girlfriend?” 

your relationship with chifuyu wasn’t a perfect one but the two of you always made it work somehow. which is why here you are sitting against your bed frame with luggages packed by the side wondering what exactly had gone wrong along the way? 

and you realised that you were never meant to be chifuyu’s end game. you were never meant to be his forever. 

“you think that i don’t fucking know that you were always looking at her instagram when you think i’m not around?” you screamed, body shaking from the exhaustion that’s taking a toll on you both physically and emotionally. “i don’t see how it’s wrong wanting to see how my friend is doing?” chifuyu snaps. 

you scoffed, crossing your arms as you looked away. “yeah. as if you don’t still say her name in your sleep. as if you don’t fucking mess up our favourite food, as if you didn’t tell takemichi that you wished i was haru!” this was the last straw for you. you were too exhausted to try anymore. haru was irreplaceable and you were just a temporary band aid for chifuyu. 

it was as if you had hit jack pot when your lover went silent. “i’ve loved you for so long chifuyu. but loving you hurts too much. i’m so tired of this.” you finally allowed yourself to break down, letting yourself go loose on the emotions you’ve suppressed for years as chifuyu could only watch in remorse for tearing you apart till this state. 

you finally understood why the apple tree never bloomed any apples.

you were twenty seven when you decided to leave chifuyu matsuno. fifteen years of friendship and seven years of being each other’s significant other. you finally walked away, planting one last final kiss on chifuyu’s lips and shutting the door on your ex-lover’s sleeping figure. 

[chubbyreaderchan]

Care | Sesshomaru x insecure!chubby!Reader

Summary: The first time Sesshomaru meets (Y/n) in her time was when Kagome told him they were sick. It then turns out they are having a bad week dealing with a depression episode. He discovers them unbathed, in a messy room, and in unkept hair. How can a cold demon still learning about his human mate and emotions deal with such a sight?

Tw: Depression, gender neutral reader, light mentions of nudity.

Classic Inuyasha Verse.

"Woman," Sesshomaru's cold voice carried through Kagome. She froze and turned to him slightly before climbing out of the well.

"S-Sesshomaru!" Kagome said in surprise. She still wasn't used to him being here. Waiting for his lover to come back from their time. "Sorry, they didn't make it this time..."

Sesshomaru's golden eyes narrowed at her. "Why?"

Kagome tried to fight a dreamy smile from dancing across her lips. If she didn't know better she would say he was worried. "They only said they were sick when I spoke to them. I don't know with what--"

He moved forward, causing Kagome to step back at the speed but calmed down when she saw him begin to jump into the well.

Her eyes widened. He had never had an interest in retrieving them himself. Often he would demand she go get them since he had no interest in it himself.

It would often cause a fight between Inuyasha and Sesshomaru, despite the fact his interest in Kagome's friend had mellowed out the animosity quite a bit.

"Wait! You don't know where they live!" Kagome moved to go with him but he glared at her with a dangerous gaze.

"I can find them without your help, woman," he growled before jumping in.

--

Sesshomaru climbed out of the well. A well house had surrounded it in this time era. Carefully he walked out of the building into the warm spring sun.

The smell of sakura was strong but not as strong as a new odd smell. He couldn't quite place it however, it seemed to come from a odd metal cart that drove down the street.

It made his nose wrinkle, there were many smells infiltrating him. It was difficult at first for him to pick up their scent but not impossible.

He followed it. Sesshomaru picked it up and followed it. He ignored the whispered gasps as he used his speed to get around the crowds. Eventually, he found himself in front of a large silvery building.

He could see a few balconies with doors open but there was just one he was interested in. Open and having the sweet scent of his mate wafting out. Without thought, he turned into a ball of light floating to the balcony. His golden eyes looked inside, it was clearly theirs. Their scent was everywhere, but his nose wrinkled at the mess that lightly coated the room.

Where were they? His ears tingled when he heard voices in a closed off room. The demon lord rushed over, pushing aside the sliding door and stepped in. They were laying down curled up in a blanket, a bag of what they told him were 'chips' at their side and a sad look on their face.

Their eyes had widened when they noticed him finally, he could hear their heart beat speed up and smell a bit of fear on them. The smell was also mixed with musk and sweat. It must've been a while since they had bathed.

How odd... They were always clean and we'll kept.

"S-Sesshomaru?!" They said in surprise. "What are you doing here?!"

"I was informed you were ill," he said calmly.

They sat up, their once neatly taken care of hair was quite unusually a mess.

"You wouldn't understand" (Y/n)'s voice cracked and Sesshomaru could smell the salty tears.

"Who has upset you?" He growled.

They looked away. "I don't want you hurting them."

He moved deeper into the room, careful not to trip over clothing that layered the floor. The demon grabbed the bag of chips and moved them away before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you crying?"

They said nothing.

Silence was deafening.

"Tell me," He growled.

"I over heard some people talking about how ugly and over weight I was. Then I don't know. I don't think that's what is making me feel this way... I just... Feel sad."

"Sad?" He repeated.

Sesshomaru did not like that one bit. His mate shouldn't feel sad.

"You stink,"

Their eyes widened and cheeks heated up from embarrassment. "I-I just... Haven't felt like dealing with it... What's the point?"

"Where is a hot spring?"

"Oh... I uh... We don't need one," they awkwardly moved from under their blanket. "I'll show you."

They got up and wandered out of the room with him close behind. They felt obligated to do as he wanted from him. "See?" They said moving to turn on the water and fill the tub with warm water.

He was right. They needed a bath. Once the water filled the tub they began to remove their week old clothing but Sesshomaru stepped in to do it for them. Then his own clothing followed. He moved into the tub pulling them with him.

His fingers gently began rubbing grime off their skin. "Would you like to try my soap?" They asked him carefully.

He didn't say anything just watched as they grabbed a bottle. "H-Here let me," they said turning to face him.

They put it into their hands and the began rubbing it over his skin. "Stop." He demanded.

He copied them with the soap. "This Sesshomaru is here to care for you,"

He moved again to pull (Y/n) close to begin washing their body. Head to foot he made sure every part was cleaned and massaged to relaxation.

After a long warm rinse, the dog demon stood up, drying himself before moving to get dressed and dry himself. Sesshomaru wrapped them in a familiar looking towel and then walked off to the bedroom where he remembered seeing clothing.

He came back with a set of sleep clothes he recognized and moved to dress them.

"You don't have to do this," they said suddenly.

"You are my mate. It's what I am supposed to do," he growled out, adjusting the shirt gently against their skin. Without a word, he lifted them and carried them to the living area.

He went back to the bathroom to find the familiar hair care items they often brought with them. "Stay still." He demanded as he began the usual process he had seen them do many times.

It wasn't perfect but the heart was there.

"Sesshomaru." They began to sob. "Thank you." He said nothing in response. Simply, he continued the menstruations of caring for his sad mate.

"Lay here if you must." He stated before standing up. He pulled a blanket down from the back of their couch and covered them before stepping away.

To their surprise he began to clean the room. Putting away books and paint cups. Old bowls of dried ramen joined the rest in the kitchen sink. It was fast. He was fast clearing and making the room look good.

They had almost drifted to sleep. "You." His voice came from behind them. "Why do you put dishes in here?"

He had an idea of why but didn't want to make a mistake if he were wrong. "You don't--" he glared at her.

"Uh... You wash them." They stood up slowly and showed him how to work the soap and sink. "You can just put them in here..." They felt so ashamed.

"Go sleep. Your weak. You need your rest."

He seemed angry or frustrated but they some how knew he wanted to do this.

They nodded, not one to deny Sesshomaru of his commands. They laid back down in the couch slowly falling asleep.

The sound of water running and clanking of dishes held the perfect ambiance for them as they took a long needed nap.

It seemed like they slept for hours only to wake up to the smell of cooking fish. Their eyes fluttered open in surprise. They sat up and there he was, over the burner cooking.

How did he--?

The room was clean and their didn't seem to be a single mess in the room. He placed some fish over rice, before walking into the living room.

He was shocked when he turned to see them staring before he relaxed.

"Sit." He demanded nodding to a small kitchen table.

As always they did as they were told and sat down.

Sesshomaru placed the food in front of them.

"T-Thank you," They said softly.

He scoffed. "What kind of mate would I be if I couldn't care for my mate when they were sick?"

[divine-bangtan]

- sugar & spice (m) jjk & kth

➻ summary: “Your assistant Jungkook has been harbouring secret feelings for you, the sweet bakery owner, for some time now. But what will happen when Taehyung, handsome, smooth as ever and mysteriously new to town comes along to sweep you off your feet?”

➻ Kiki’s Delivery Service!AU

➻ word count: 20.8k

➻ pairing: older baker!reader x baker assistant Jungkook x upperclass Taehyung.

➻ warnings: angst, reader doubts herself a lot, unprotected penetrative sex (pls keep this a fantasy only and wrap it), oral m. and f. receiving, spitroasting, creampie...hehe, food play, mentions of mxm, pregnancy, pregnant sex, lactation, squirting, anal fingering, anal sex, double penetration, daddy kink, and somehow also tooth rotting fluff.

➻ A/N: Thank you to my lovely cutie pie and fellow cherry koo enthusiast @gingerpeachtae​ for beta reading this for me! 🍒💜 The age of the reader is totally up to you! I’m absolutely in love with this AU, it’s the fluffiest yet the filthiest thing I’ve ever written yet. If you’re wondering about the time period, the film is set in a kind of alternate 30s though it’s not confirmed.

Moodboard I Music

It started with the gardenia. 

The first time Taehyung visited your bakery he had left behind a small white flower on the bakery counter when you weren’t looking, startling you in the most pleasant of ways when you nearly crushed it with your hand. You lifted the petals to brush the tip of your nose as you sampled the sweet scent, a blush warming your cheeks as you remembered how his charming smile had you flustered and fretful yet so endeared. However, what was not lost on you was the meaning behind it. Secret love.

 “...Miss?” A voice trailed off, disturbing you from your wandering thoughts and turning your attention to the customer right in front of you. “May I please get four apple danishes, a loaf of bread and a box of orange poppy seed muffins?”

“Sorry, yes of course! One moment please, hey Kookie?” You called in a singsong voice as you slipped into the back workroom. “We’ve got another order for orange poppyseed, how long will they be?”

Your part-time helper came in the form of Jeon Jungkook, but you liked to call him Kookie due to his sweet nature. He was six feet tall, ridiculously muscled and had an adorable bunny smile. He did most of the oven work, tending to the fires and cleaning in the kitchen, but helped you with some of the baking as well. He was particularly gifted at making the most exquisite citrus flavoured cakes, and had more recently been trying to perfect cream puffs.

 “Not long, noona. They’ve been very popular lately,” he mused, dimples etched deeply into his cheeks as he grinned. A smudge of black from the coal darkened one, and you couldn’t help but tut. 

“Of course they are, they’re delicious and it’s going to be spring soon...also you have soot on your face again, Kook,” you informed him, wiping it away with an endeared smile. The gentle tingle of the bell alerted you to another customer entering the store, and you hurried back out the front to continue running your popular business.

 “Sorry, the orange poppyseed will be ready soon. Are you happy to wait?” 

“Of course!” The young lady remarked, tilting to the left slightly to get a glimpse of Jungkook.

You remember the day he had come by your bakery, spotting the sign in your window stating you were looking for a kitchen hand. It was over three years ago now, the young man had just moved here for a change in scenery and was looking for a job. The picturesque seaside town provided the perfect scenery for his hobby of photography, and he was saving up to buy a better camera than the second hand one he currently owned.

It was astonishing how quickly he grew and matured in that time as well, hitting almost a second puberty and growing tall and filling out very nicely. The ladies in the town didn’t miss it either. It was a shame he was so shy around them, looking so out of place with a blush dusting his cheeks when he would catch a flock of them whispering to each other about if the cute baker was seeing anyone. They certainly weren’t coy about the way they would stare at his bulging biceps as he hoisted around the large trays of steaming fresh bread loaves, or wouldn’t hesitate to ogle his behind when he squatted to reach the lower shelves behind the counter. If only he could get a clue, but alas, he was absolutely oblivious.

After about ten minutes Jungkook emerged from the back room to refill the glass display with his cakes that would no doubt be gone within the hour. He handed the young lady a bagful, and flustered when her fingers brushed a little boldly over his.

 “These are really delicious, Mr. Jeon. I would even dare say they’re my favorite. Perhaps you’d like to join me later and we can share them?” She asked him, a glint of hope in her eyes at the way he gawked at her. 

From how pretty she was, you didn’t blame him. In fact, a tiny inkling of jealousy unfurled within you, wishing that you could have handsome men line up the way women did for him. Sure, the young man may have wiggled his way into your heart, setting down roots that began small but steadily grew, but he didn’t seem to return your fledgling feelings. A small smile found its way onto his face - nothing like the one you got from him every morning when you opened up the shop together - but nonetheless he was still smiling at her. 

“Or you could even give me a private lesson on baking? I just had my kitchen redone, it’s so grand.” The young woman suggested, but it was when he started becoming flustered for a response that you realised how uncomfortable he was, and how grotesque and ugly it was for you to be jealous in the first place. “The bench is just the perfect he-”

“I’m afraid Jungkook is working right now, and business is really quite demanding at the moment,” you interrupted, causing her sweet expression to sour. “Remember the wedding at the end of the week? We’ve got a lot of orders to finish up on.”

If looks could kill, you’d surely be six feet under from the bitter expression she shot at you. She huffed and gathered her things, leaving without her usual generous tip. Upon her disappearing from sight, Jungkook let out a long breath, shoulders slumping in relief.

“Thank you noona, I really didn’t like the direction that conversation was taking,” he murmured, looking off into space like he was having a traumatic flashback before shuddering violently. “I can close up shop, you should have an early finish for once, you work too hard.”

You opened your mouth to protest but he shushed you, insisting. “No really, I got it covered. Thank you again, noona.” He swooped in to peck you on the cheek before pushing you toward the back. Powerless against his inhumane strength, you had no choice but to be ushered halfway up the stairs before he bounded back down and returned to the shop.

When you reached the top of the stairs your black cat Jiji was quick to rub around your ankles, purring and meowing for food. You chuckled softly at his dramatic antics, more than once having to shoo him away as you fill his bowl with wet food, scraping the bottom of the tin. Some got on your fingers and you scrunched your nose in distaste, wiping your dirty fingers on your apron before untying it and placing it in your washing basket, absentmindedly wondering what you could do.

You supposed you could always finish off the spread for the wedding pastries and, most importantly, the cake. Sketches were strewn across the coffee table, and you sat down on the couch with a huff, vowing to finish it by tonight. Your eyes were drawn to a photograph of the couple, arms around each other in a sweet embrace as the photo was taken. It was the day they were examining the potential wedding venue, you remember how she gushed about the amount of flowers in the garden when she left you the photographs. Her wedding cake was to be white and have lots of iced flowers on each tier, it was simple yet so beautiful. She seemed happy. You wondered when you would find someone who would return your love the way her fiance seemed to, if his look of adoration was anything to go by. Then you remembered the gardenia, and how you met the young man you gave it to you.

It was getting quite late in the day and your shop normally had a few stragglers around this time, however, this evening it was empty. You had your head stuck in the display case, reaching far in to wipe down each shelf. The soft ringing of the bell on your door didn’t reach your ears, nor the footsteps that made their way to the counter. 

You jumped in fright when a face appeared in front of yours, slightly warped through the glass. He stared for a moment too long before you hurriedly freed yourself, dusted off your apron and smoothed any frizzy baby hairs you knew would probably be sticking up. He was impeccably dressed in a white shirt with a button up vest that was almost gold in colour, shimmering in the afternoon sun. From the looks of his attire he surely came from money. As his head turned to the side you noted he had a lovely profile and the rest of his facial features were mostly symmetrical. Lucky bastard, you knew many people who would kill for the natural beauty he so effortlessly possessed, the type of beauty that simply couldn’t be bought. However, the small signs of weariness did not escape you as his eyes took in your little shop. Finally, they landed on you and strangely you felt the need to squirm.

“Good evening, sir,” you greeted politely, wondering if he would be entitled like most of the good looking, rich folk.

He stepped up to the counter. “I hope I’m not keeping you, am I? If it’s too late, that's alright. Though it would be a shame, I’ve been told very good things about this place and I’m exhausted.” His jacket was slung over one arm, hair wind ruffled and a pair of thin wire glasses balanced upon his well-set central nose. It wasn’t unusual for wealthy people to pass through this coastal town on their travels, though they rarely came this late to the bakery. 

“No no, I’m not one to turn away a valued customer, what can I get for you?”

“Coffee please, I’m dead on my feet and I need to stay awake for a little longer.”

You nodded, well practiced hands already beginning to brew his drink. “Long journey? I take it you’re not from around here, and we do get a lot of travellers.”

“Very observant, Miss. I’ve just arrived to manage the large branch of my father’s shipping company that’s located in this coastal town. I was told it had very pretty scenery, but nobody told me it also has very pretty bakers here.” He remarked with a sly grin and you almost lost your grip on the coffee cup at his brazen compliment. He chuckled softly at your lack of response, not wanting to make you too flustered. “May I sit?”

“O-Oh, yes. Of course,” you stammered, kicking yourself for your stuttering. You were normally a fairly confident girl, yet all it takes is one handsome stranger to reduce you to this? Get a grip. He bowed softly in thanks, before turning and draping his jacket over the back of one of the chairs. You found your line of sight wandering down his back to the behind of his well tailored suit pants. The ladies in the town are going to eat him alive in the morning, he’ll soon forget about you and this little place. Yet, you found yourself slipping a small vanilla slice onto the plate beside his cup as a little welcome gift, adamant that you weren’t trying to impress him.

“Thank you,” he said, sounding more than a little tired. Incapable of thinking up a coherent response you bow quickly, spotting the fingerprints all over the glass of the display cabinet and set to work cleaning them. A soft groan makes you whip your head back around to look at him, did he get hurt? What if you made his coffee too hot and he burned himself or his tongue? His face was scrunched up almost as if he was in pain and he licked his lips a few times, seeing them moisten from his tongue caused you to swallow hard.

“Oh wow - this, is this vanilla?” He suddenly asked, and your eyes widened,  he seemed more alert and staring at you now that his cup was empty. “I’m more of a dark chocolate person but my my, this is delectable. Normally I don’t drink coffee, but given how exhausted I was it was welcomed. The sweetness of the vanilla balanced it out perfectly, thank you. How much is it?”

“Oh no! The slice is on the house, consider it a little welcome to town gift,” you insisted.

His sweet expression faltered and he tutted, standing slowly and gathering his things. “If you aren’t going to tell me then I suppose this will have to do,” he sighed, pulling out a note far too large for the price of any of the little pastries in your shop from his wallet.  You gasped and went to grab it and give it back to him, but he snatched it away before his other hand captured yours and the money was pressed into your palm along with...something else? Before you could think of what it might be, he lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to the back.“It was lovely to meet you, Miss...?”

“Oh, um. Y/N.” 

“Y/N...what a beautiful name.” With that he left the bakery, disappearing into the dust pink evening, the little bell attached to the door softly jingling. You realised your hands were trembling from the press of his petal-soft lips, and when you opened your palm to look at the money there was also a small white flower. A gardenia? Where did he get that from?You hadn’t seen any around town.

You picked up the slightly dried-out flower from a few days ago, twirling it in your fingers and smiling when you could smell it still held a strong aroma. The fresh one from this afternoon was still in your apron pocket, and you fished it out from the washing basket gently, trying not to damage the petals. An idea popped into your head for scent bags, and you jumped up to rummage through your shop supplies for a brown paper gift bag. 

It hung in your wardrobe nicely, and would make your clothes smell lovely. He’d only given you two, but maybe he was going to bring one every time? Where were they even coming from? He- you stopped your little tangent of thoughts, cursing yourself for getting so hopeful. Surely he pulled that trick with every young woman he met. You weren’t going to lie, the second time he left you a flower you got your hopes up. But the amount of women who walked about the town with a flower in their delicate gloved hand gave you your doubts.

As a distraction  you threw yourself into your work, finalising the ingredient lists, accounts, designs and much more for the wedding cake and patisseries. Your mood was lifted somewhat, after all, that was your passion. Many days as a child you had helped your grandmother in her little kitchen. You reminisced back to the days where she taught you the secret recipe for her pumpkin scones, now one of your bestsellers.

Some time later you decided enough was enough, as your eyes grew heavier and increasingly difficult to keep open. The rest of your work could wait until tomorrow and you gladly flopped down on your awaiting bed, resting your stinging eyes for five minutes. The lamp on your bedside table casted a soft glow about the room, and you didn’t remember drifting off to sleep.

Soft chirping met your ears, muffled on one side where your face snuggled into the pillow. You groaned when something wet and feather light brushed against your cheek a few times. A louder, more piercing meow made you crack your eyes open to meet large green ones, a rumbling purr starting.

“Morning, Jiji.”

Your limbs were stiff and aching, you almost thought they might creak like the old wood of your floorboards if you were to stretch a little too hard. A huff of discomfort left your lips, annoyed at yourself for nodding off so easily without washing or even brushing your teeth. As you rose from the double bed in your small yet comfortable upstairs flat, your muscles protested but you gripped the ensuite bench for support, working hunched over your coffee table for long periods of time never ended well. However, it’s where you seemed most focused. Wincing when you took in your unruly hair and puffy under eyes in the mirror. Nonetheless, it was nothing a warm shower couldn’t fix.  

The steaming hot water ran over your shoulders and felt like heaven, relaxing the tension and chasing away that early morning chill that was only just leaving as spring fully came around.You lathered a generous amount of shampoo and your favourite sweet smelling conditioner which you only used for special occasions, such as if you were going to bump into a certain special someone today. 

Loud meows came from outside your bathroom, only increasing in volume as you cracked the door open, still toweling off your damp locks. “Okay okay, at least let me get dressed first. Stop acting like you’re going to starve, I actually think you’re getting a bit fat Jiji,” you mused as you finished pulling the dress over your head. Your eager feline bounded into the kitchen, and you went to follow only to jump in fright as you entered the living room. 

Curled up on the couch that was a little too short for him was a fast asleep Jungkook, looking so peaceful with his cheek squished against one of your too hard decorative pillows. Jiji trotted over to the couch, jumping up without a care in the world and sniffed at his face. Jungkook’s nose wrinkled at the wet ticklish sensation, cracking his eyes open and moving to sit up. When he spotted you looking at him through half asleep eyes, he froze. You quickly thanked the heavens you hadn’t walked into your living room without any clothes on as you sometimes do. 

“Did your bicycle chain snap again, Kook?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, the hair on one side of his head sticking up, not looking you in the eye as he nodded sheepishly. You sighed, this was the third time now and you were becoming angry with the repairs shop. “That’s it, I’m buying you a new one or something, anything would be better. I know you’re attached to that thing but it’s so old now. I just don’t want you getting stranded,” you fussed softly, pinching his chin and making him look at you. “Now go wash up while I make us some breakfast. There’s some clean clothes of yours in the laundry that you never took home, you can change into those.”

“Thank you noona, really.” He beamed, pulling you in for a warm hug that instantly had you melting into his embrace. Your hand found its way into the back of his long dark brown locks, scratching his scalp softly drawing a shiver from his large frame. Unconsciously his arms tightened around you and you let out a soft noise, causing Jungkook to release you instantly. He murmured a soft apology, scrambling downstairs to the laundry. You laughed to yourself at how funny he could be sometimes, blissfully unaware at the fact that he was running away so you wouldn’t spot the rapidly growing tent in his pants. 

A short while later he emerged from your bathroom, still shivering slightly from the cold water but he was feeling extra refreshed. The appetizing smell of whatever you were cooking wafted into his nostrils and he plopped down at the kitchen table while toweling off his wet hair. His eyes followed your figure as you moved about the kitchen, and the domesticity of it all made his heart flutter. How he wished things would be like this every morning. 

He knew he was staring again, openly admiring your side profile and his eyes couldn’t help the way they trailed further down. You had a little stomach from all the sweet things you sampled, and Jungkook sometimes couldn’t help the way he stared at your hands smoothing over your apron. His mind wandered until he was imagining how beautiful you’d look pregnant with his baby. His cock twitched in his trousers at the mental image of your belly swollen as you squirmed naked on soft white sheets, whining softly for him to fill y-

“...Kook?  Jungkook!” You yelled out, waving a wooden spoon in his direction and his jaw snapped shut and he sat up straighter. “There you are, you sure do zone out a lot, don’t you? For the third time, can you set the table please?” He stood up a little too quick almost causing the chair to topple over, and you laughed softly. He was an odd one alright. “Must be interesting things you’re daydreaming about,” you mused while serving the eggs onto the plates, and it was a good thing your back was turned or you might have seen the way Jungkook almost dropped the cutlery all over the floor.

Later that day you were busy finishing up with another customer, carefully placing the cakes you had finished icing this morning into her basket.

“Fourteen gold pieces, please. I hope the party goes well, I can’t believe he’s seven already,” you remarked as you placed the coins into the blue register. The two of you gushed over her adorable son, who peeked at you over the top of the counter, and you quietly slipped him a small cookie while his mother wasn’t looking. He shyly thanked you, and you were so enraptured in his chubby little cheeks that you didn’t notice the way all conversations around the bakery fell silent for a moment. The little bell on the door rung, signifying someone had entered and you noticed the movement in the corner of your eye but ignored it in favour of waving goodbye to the little boy. He waved cheerfully in return, a small bite already taken from the biscuit, his other hand clasped in his mother’s and you sighed. Children were something you’d wanted for a while, but you tried not to dwell on it as you wiped away the crumbs left on the counter.

After a moment you grabbed your notepad from the pocket of your apron, rounding the counter and making your way to the table where the new patron had seated themselves moments ago. However, you stopped abruptly when you recognised him as the man who had left you the flower not long ago. Your heart skipped a beat as you took in his profile. He settled into his chair, leaning back and hooked an ankle over his knee so his legs were comfortably crossed, and the movement accentuated the slight bulge of his crotch. 

He placed a book on his lap and flicked through the pages, his hand coming up to adjust the thin wire spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose which had slipped a little, and from where you were standing you could see he had a little freckle on the tip. What was it with handsome men and having a cute little freckle? Jungkook had one under his lip which he often grumbled about being there, but you often told him it was rather endearing.

His tongue darted out to wet the tip of his finger and he smoothly flipped the page, the movement definitely drew your eye. Fuck, even his hands were beautiful, now you were nervous and your feet seemingly glued on the spot. The tip of your pen tapped against your little notepad, leaving small dots on the paper and you muttered angrily at your fidgeting. What were you so nervous for? He was just another customer, he never even told you his name. You took a tiny step forward, only to stop when you saw a young lady take a seat opposite him. 

Large doe-like eyes suddenly stopped in front of you, Jungkook’s mouth parted as he stared at you in confusion, that freckle now right in front of your eyes. “Noona? Are you okay?” He asked, a hint of concern evident in his tone. Your eyes dropped as you snapped out of your slight stuper, only to land on the swell of his bicep as he carried a tray filled with freshly baked bread. God, what was wrong with you? 

“Yeah of course! I just, um...realised something. Would you mind seeing if table four needs anything?” You risked a glance around Jungkook’s large frame, only to lock eyes with the man you’d just been staring at. The alluring chocolate colour of his eyes sent a jolt down your spine, and you jumped back behind your assistant. To make things less awkward you snatched the first thing that was in your sight as Jungkook moved away to place the tray down. You happened to grab the cloth you were just using thankfully, beginning to frantically wipe the side of the counter. God you were so stupid. Of course he was a complete flirt, he’d only been in town a few days and was already drawing in multiple women, yourself included, with his deceptive charm. 

You picked up a basket to wipe away at the crumbs underneath, but as you were putting it down a throat cleared beside you. The leather shoes that came into your view looked expensive, and your stomach dropped. As you lifted your gaze the curious expression on his face made you suck in a tiny breath, and unable to look away you dropped the basket back onto the counter. Unfortunately, it was too close to the edge and began tipping over, he surged forward suddenly to attempt to steady it behind you, effectively pinning you against the counter with his form. You gasped when suddenly his cologne bombarded your senses with warm, spicy cinnamon and...apples? The likely expensive scent made your knees feel weak, and the warmth of his arms pressed into your sides had your heart racing. His efforts were in vain, however, as the basket toppled to the ground, and small bread rolls scattered across the floor. 

The tip of his nose brushed against your scalp, and he hummed pleasantly. “Your hair smells lovely today, Miss (Y/N),” he observed, and you swear your heart was about to give out from how rapidly it was thundering in your chest. So he noticed.

“Oh, thank you Mr…”

“Taehyung. Mr. Kim if you please, but Taehyung will do just fine.” Even as he spoke ever so casually, he made no move to step back. 

His gaze dropped to your heaving chest as you were breathless from the proximity and palpable tension. Suddenly, it occurred to you that the neckline you had picked today was rather low cut, the fabric around your bust a little strained with each breath you took. 

You wanted to stay exactly where you were, quivering with excitement from being pressed right up against him. However, embarrassment got the better of you, a blush coming on strongly to your cheeks and you slipped out from the cage of his arms and kneeled to the ground. Thankfully, he couldn’t see your flushed state as you grabbed the pieces of scattered pastry. You felt unease rise within you when he crouched down beside you, dropping the bread back into the basket as well.

“Oh no, please don’t worry about that Mr. Kim. I can manage myself, besides this is my fault. Clumsy,” you scolded yourself quietly, shaking your head.

“No, it’s fine. I thought I might catch it but apparently my coordination is not as good as I thought,” he chuckled, silence filling the following moments as you continued to grab the bread. “You must keep pretty busy, huh? It’s a good thing you have your boyfriend to help you out.” 

Your eyes widened at his assumption. “Oh-no no, Jungkook’s not-he’s not my boyfriend. Just my assistant,” you explained, feeling your cheeks heat up again as you avoided his gaze once the two of you were standing, no longer crawling around the floor. The counter was covered in crumbs and flakes from the bread and suddenly you were very interested in picking at them. “I’m far too old to be his girlfriend anyway.” 

You couldn’t see the frown breaking out across Taehyung’s face, but as he opened his mouth to protest Jungkoook came striding over. “Noona, is everything okay? It’s not like you to drop good bread,” he questioned quietly, coming to stand just a little too close. The image of him acting like your guard dog came across your mind, hackles raised and ready to fight off any threats to his territory. You so wanted to be but you didn’t belong to either of them, they deserved much better. The young girl who was sitting with Taehyung only moments ago was looking over with concern at the tense atmosphere. Jungkook still stood uncomfortably close, silently challenging the man still standing in your personal space unabashedly.

“Yeah Kook, I’m good,” you replied, reaching out and gently patting his bicep. He looked at you suspiciously, not quite convinced but he nodded and slinked out the back anyway. Taehyung almost glared at Jungkook for another second before stepping back, however, he still stood quite close. Both of you hovered for a moment, you could sense he wanted to ask something. Not even a moment later, he did.

“The wedding this weekend, I was just wondering if you would be attending? Someone mentioned you were making the cake for it, among other pastries.”

“No,” you blurted out the obvious lie, all of a sudden taken aback by his question. Was he asking you out? The hairs on the back of your neck prickled as you sensed another pair of eyes on you, coming from his table.

“Oh,” he muttered, looking a little dejected. “So...you won’t be there? They’re friends of my family actually, so I’ll be in attendance.”

“No, sorry. I have another engagement, but Jungkook will be there!” You reiterated, not sure why you were lying to him. His expression soured momentarily, and another patron wandered up to the unattended counter. You were thankful for a way out and hurried away from the awkward conversation. He fidgeted with the brass button on his creaseless vest for a moment before slumping back into his seat. The nerve of that man! He had another girl with him, watching the whole thing unfold and he had the disrespect to practically ignore her. She certainly was beautiful, just like him. Definitely the type of woman that was more suited to him, rather than something so ordinary like you.

Jungkook came past just as you finished up with another customer, but you flagged him down before he could escape. “Oh Jungkook! I actually have a favour to ask of you…”

Stupid. That’s what you were. You sulked about the catering room, plating the little pastries for after the reception desert taking place soon. While you had an unmeasurable and intense focus when it came to your work, your passion, right now you couldn’t help but be on edge. The knowledge that Taehyung was around somewhere had your stomach churning with anxiousness at the thought of running into him, after blatantly telling him you wouldn’t be here.

At least, it wasn’t entirely a lie. You really thought you weren’t going to be here as Jungkook had eagerly agreed to be in your place right now. Part of you wanted to test what he wouldn’t do for you. However, when he came to tell you he’d actually been offered some photography work tonight you couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in his eye. That was something you couldn’t bear to take away from him. After you told him to accept the offer he halfheartedly protested, not wanting to disrupt your plans. But in truth you could tell he was disappointed he wouldn’t be able to go, and you weren’t having a bar of it.

So here you were, checking each iced flower on the tall wedding cake meticulously for any that had fallen off on the trip here. Every few seconds, however, you threw a glance over your shoulder for a certain Mr. Kim. 

“Y/N!” Someone behind you exclaimed, the voice definitely male and you froze, slowly turning to prolong the inevitable. When the groom’s face was the only one you could see your shoulders slumped in relief and returned his smile. “It’s...it’s beautiful, thank you so much. You’ve made my fiance very happy. Oops, wife I should say!” He quickly corrected himself, cheeks flushed red no doubt from the champagne, the glass he held fully and freshly bubbling.

“It’s certainly my pleasure. While I love baking itself there’s something so special in seeing where my goods go,” you observed, peeking out into the main hall where everyone sat about finishing the main course. “However, my work here is done I think.” 

Right as you finished speaking the bride wondered in looking for her now husband, the moment their eyes met a giddy smile broke out on both their faces. The action caused your heart to clench in your chest as she reached out and slotted her hand into his awaiting palm. He drew it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles and she looked away with a grin, suddenly noticing you standing there.

“Oh, Y/N! Are you leaving? Already? Won’t you stay for a drink?”

“I-um...maybe not.” You chewed on your lip. “I really must be going.”

“Just one drink, please?” She insisted, taking the glass from her husband and pushing it into your hand. When she pouted at you in such a way, it was hard to say otherwise.

Well... just one drink won’t hurt.

Two hours and definitely more than one glass of champagne later, you finally bade your farewell. A gust of chilly air rushed past you as you made your way outside, making you grip your arms where goosebumps were forming. God you wished you brought your jacket, how could you have forgotten? At least it was cooling down your cheeks which were flushed bright red and warm from the alcohol you’d had. There was no way you were driving home this evening, you’d have to call for a driver. Or perhaps you could walk as it wasn’t too far. Deciding the latter would be sufficient - and cheaper, not to mention - you set off in the direction of your bakery, weaving around the pedestrians on the footpath.

Other than the wind that picked up and drew a shiver from you, you began to think this wasn’t so bad - until your intoxicated form stumbled on an uneven paving stone. You hit someone square in the back, grabbing the back of their coat to steady yourself as you garbled a hundred apologies. By some miracle the man didn’t fall down and you thanked the heavens, only to take it back as he turned to look at your flustered face.

Low and behold, there stood the very man you were trying to avoid. Kim Taehyung.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? Well, what a pleasant surprise,” he said with a smirk, while embarrassment burned a hole right through you. “What brings you here?” Of course it was just your luck you’d bump into him - literally - right as you were almost out of there. He looked delectable as always, dressed head to toe in finely tailored clothing. His pants were pressed with a perfect crease down the middle of each leg, fine jacket fitting his broad shoulders perfectly. The hat he was wearing, however, captured your attention and you almost forgot he asked you something.

“Oh! I... um... well, you see, I-,” you managed to get out. Words! Use words you fool, you scolded yourself internally. Something about the man in front of you rendered you speechless, yet he only gave you a small smile and waited patiently for you to find your words, stepping back a bit and slipping his hands into his pockets. 

Still, your mind remained blank. The hilarity of the situation hit you and a giggle bubbled forth from your lips. You smacked your hand over your mouth, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth from the numerous glasses of champagne you’d downed. Taehyung looked at you with an endearingly curious expression, brows furrowing with a chuckle. 

“And what, pray tell, is so funny?” He asked quirking an eyebrow, the fact that you failed to answer him did not go unnoticed. You tried to speak but only more laughs came out until your shoulders were shaking with the action, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Your hat is very funny, why is it so strange? It’s lopsided, and flat. What’s this little thing on top?” You reached up to flick at it, not realising how close you had gotten until you softly bumped into his solid frame. 

“Woah, easy there (Y/N).” The words were whispered huskily right into your ear as he steadied you, and you found yourself trembling from his touch as you were caught off guard. “Wouldn't want you to trip and hurt yourself, now would we?”

“N-No, of course not,” you replied, flustered and he eyed you carefully. After a moment he released your arms to shuck off his jacket, and before you could blink it was dropped around your shoulders. The material felt expensive and warm and the delicious smell of his cologne filled your senses, the spicy scent of toasted cinnamon causing you to turn to putty.

“It’s cold tonight,” he observed, looking up to the cloudless sky. You followed his gaze, admiring all the bright stars twinkling in the twilight. This moment was something you wanted to treasure forever, where you stood thinking about nothing but now nice the sky looked and a beautiful man had offered you his jacket to keep you warm. Alas, it had to end eventually. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

His words brought you rushing back to reality, and you looked at him suddenly. “Oh, I was just going to walk but I can call for a driver it’s fine, rea-”

One stern look from him had you shrinking back into the jacket, he was not taking no for an answer and you nodded sheepishly. The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention as a cold shiver gripped your bones, only intensified by an icy gust of wind. His hand slid across your shoulders, pulling you into his warm side as he guided you in the direction of where he must be parked. 

Being the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger seat door for you, and once you were safely in he slipped into the driver's seat. There was a long stretch of comfortable silence as he started the ignition and smoothly pulled out onto the road, his hand not on the steering wheel resting dangerously close to your thigh.

“The hat, it’s called a beret. My younger sister bought it for me while she was studying in France, I should have introduced her the other day.”

“The... other day? Have I seen her before?”

“Yes, in the bakery when our little... accident happened,” he reminisced with a small chuckle, once again finding amusement in your embarrassment.

Suddenly it dawned on you, the young girl he was sitting with when he came over to talk to you. That was his little sister. You were glad he didn’t, seeming as though you’d just made an absolute fool out of yourself in front of her. No wonder she looked so beautiful, they came from the same pool of blessed genes. Silence filled the rest of the journey, and before you knew it the car was no longer moving, Taehyung was opening your door for you again and you stepped out.

The heavy material of his jacket slipped from your shoulders and you handed it back to him as another chilly gust swept past. He accepted it gratefully, putting it back on immediately and shoving his hands back into his pockets. Well, it was now or never you decided.

“Would you… like to come in for a drink?” You offered before you could psych yourself out.

“I don’t really…” he trailed off and immediately you feared you had been too bold.

“Oh. That’s fine, no trouble at all,” you murmured dejectedly. 

“I mean, I don’t drink alcohol. Not if I can help it, I don’t find the taste very pleasant. That and I don’t hold myself well. Some tea would be much appreciated, though,” he proposed.

“Yes… yes, of course. It would be nice to warm up a little.” Uncertainty hung in the air, looming over your head for a moment too long before he nodded. 

“That would be very nice, thank you.”

Your hands fumbled with the keys, loud jingling making you wince as you missed the lock a few times. At this point you’d sobered up quite quickly, the shake of your hand being caused by your nerves betraying you instead of the champagne. It had been quite a good hour since your last glass and you were no longer feeling the effects. Taehyung’s warm hand closed over yours, steadying your shaking fingers and your breath hitched as the metal key slid smoothly into the lock. It was relatively dark and you were glad only the faint light of the streetlamp guided you as you cracked the door open, trembling in anticipation of what was to come. The two of you slipped inside the dark bakery, shoulders brushing as you turned to shut the door and lock it behind you. 

“So… what do you fancy?” You asked, turning to look at his figure which looked all the more enticing half in the shadows. “A cup of tea? Some chocolate croissants, perhaps?”

He only shook his head slowly, taking a step toward you. “What do I fancy, you ask? Well...you.”

“M-me?” You asked, your insides doing a flip in excitement.

“Yes. You like croissants? I bet you’d love Paris, so many incredible pastry chefs there, among… other things.”

“Oh?” 

“It’s a very romantic place, I could take you one day? I’d like that… ” he trailed off and you blinked quickly, unable to look away from his gaze.

“Not just for the pastries?” 

“Not just for the pastries, petal.”

He backed you up against the now locked door, eyes piercing yours with an intensity that made your abdomen clench; however, there was something else in his eyes. Something softer, and you felt that sweetness in the way he ever so slowly pressed against you. The first brush of his lips against yours was not hurried and needy like you expected it to be, and when he pulled away you felt an ache in your heart so strong it left you breathless. 

“Taehyung…” you whispered, breaths beginning to grow heavier as your nerves dissipated to be replaced by lust and longing. He whispered your name back, before sweetly capturing your lips once more, his tongue demanding entrance to explore your mouth which you easily granted. Your fingers fisted in the lapels of his jacket, creases forming in the perfectly ironed material as the feeling of his tongue forcing yours into submission drew a moan from you. A large hand cupped the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself as he pressed you harder against the door, the kiss growing hungrier with each lave of the hot, wet muscle. You guided him back, shuffling blindly around, neither of you daring to interrupt your locked lips or even take a breath. Your back bumped into the counter and finally you broke apart for air, looking at your surroundings, somehow you’d ended up behind the bakery counter.

Taehyung’s hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush to him, and the action drew a gasp from you as you were pressed right up against his solid, throbbing length. The searing heat of it could be felt even through the layers of clothing that still separated your flesh, and your pelvic floor clenched around nothing in retaliation. Suddenly his hold on you tightened and he hoisted you smoothly onto the counter with very little effort. Now that you were at his level he wasted no time in getting right back into it.

“I wondered why it is that you haven’t been swooped up by anybody yet,” he mused between the breathless kisses you’d been enraptured in, fingers still gripping at your soft flesh through the thin material of your dress. 

“There are plenty of other-mmf, pretty and young women in this town, certainly more attractive than I am. Why me?” you whispered against his lips, still pinching yourself that this was really happening. God, it’s been so long since you’d been with a man. His kisses trailed down your jaw, the warmth of his lips pressing into your sensitive neck. 

“Hmm, I suppose,” he hummed, pausing to nibble on the spot just below your ear and you tipped your head back to allow him easier access. “They are very much like flowers, blossoming under the male attention they so desperately crave. They’re only pretty to look at, but that’s it. They might as well be just an accessory. Whereas you, sweet thing, are so much more.”

“B-But... I’m a bit older than you. Doesn’t that bother you?”

“Not at all, I really don’t give a shit noona. If that’s something that really matters to people, then they’re shallow and can’t see past something that’s really not that significant.” He growled right into the shell of your ear, his nimble fingers finding the easiest way to remove your dress. You thanked the heavens that you normally close the blinds when you lock up, because Taehyung made quick work of stripping your clothes from your body.

You slid off the counter to kick off the garments that had pooled around your hips, throwing them away into an unknown corner of your shop. Goosebumps arose across your bare skin, and Taehyung’s seized the soft flesh of your hips, hand kneading and moulding, pulling you flush against his hardened cock. He was so warm, and he let out a strangled groan as you reached down to palm him over his trousers. At your coaxing, his cock only seemed to swell further, impossibly large now and he rocked in your hand for friction. The tug on his foreskin only made him moan more, and you were enjoying the way he let his guard down. His mouth found its way to your bare shoulder, sucking pink marks along your neck and collarbone so he quieted somewhat. 

You whimpered when his hands moved down to grab the globes of your ass, groping them and pulling the cheeks apart. Cool air hit your dripping centre and you whined louder, clenching around nothing again. Taehyung relinquished your neck to stand to his full height, smirking at your flushed and needy expression. His eyes trailed down to drink in your naked skin, but he was still fully clothed. Feeling a little exposed, you moved to cover up your bare body. After all, you had a sweet tooth and you did pack a few extra pounds as a result of that. Most of the time you didn’t care, however, in this moment you were particularly caught off guard and feeling a little self conscious. 

“Uh uh uh, I don’t think so sweetheart,” Taehyung purred, grabbing your hands that were snaking up your torso. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me, not when you’re this beautiful.” He hoisted you back up onto the counter hastily, almost knocking over the jars of toppings and chocolate syrups you had left there. His hand snatched the glass bottle that almost fell, and he smirked like the cat that got the cream. “Caught it this time.”

Without warning he dropped the bottle on the bench and swooped down. His mouth closed over your nipple, hot and wet and you moaned at the feeling, hands coming up to bury themselves in his golden curls. Taehyung nipped and swirled his tongue around the peak with a growl that grew louder the harder you pulled on his hair, giving you no warning before switching over to the other one. Lithe fingers snaked up to pinch and twist your spit-slicked nipple, making you squirm underneath him. Now that both aching peaks were being lavished with attention you squirmed, no lover had ever spoiled you this much and it made you all the more eager to touch him too.

Your hands gripped at the lapels on his expensive jacket, uncaring if it would tear as you attempted to push it off his wide shoulders. He laughed softly against your chest as you whined, straightening up to slowly shuck the garment from himself, never taking his eyes off your heaving chest that was shiny from his ministrations. He peeled off his top half, tugging at his dress shirt until each button popped open slowly revealing smooth honey toned skin to your hungry eyes. Your fingertips reached out to smooth over his chest, bringing little goosebumps to the surface. He had such a lovely body, his pecs firm and full, yet the most delicate and defined collarbones you’d seen on a man. Taehyung’s shoulders were broad with a thick, vascular neck you just wanted to sink your teeth into, and to top it all off his jawline was chiseled like a work of art. Your palms trailed higher and you sat up so you could run them over the expanse of his shoulders and upper back. He shuddered at your ever so gentle touch; fingernails raking featherlight down his back, drawing a soft moan from his lips which you swallowed with your own. You dragged your nails over his hips and dipped the tip of your finger into his navel. He flinched at the action, his stomach clenching away. When you ran your palms over his abdomen he broke the kiss abruptly, turning his face to the side. He didn’t have the most defined stomach, yet you didn’t mind one bit.

“Taehyung, you don’t have anything to be ashamed of either,” you pressed a kiss into his jawline. “You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen,” you whispered into his skin. Except for Jungkook something in the back of your mind quipped back and a small sense of guilt arose within you. You knew he felt jealous of your interest in Taehyung, but that was something that could be dealt with another time.

The man standing in front of you turned back and pressed his lips to yours again, groaning when your hand slipped past the waistband of his underwear to grip his bare length. It throbbed as you gave it a few experimental strokes, satisfied at the way he let out an animalistic groan. His hand suddenly gripped your thigh, and he smothered you with his form until you had to let go of his length and lay back. His fingertips were likely leaving indents in your flesh but you didn’t care, not when he was so close to where you desired him most. “Please,” you whimpered breathlessly. His fingers parted your thighs, swearing softly when he touched your folds to instantly have his fingertips coated in your arousal. He paused, lifting them up to inspect them unabashed, drawing his fingers apart to look at the strings of slick. 

“Fuck. You want me that badly, huh? Such a good girl, so wet and eager for me.” His words made you clench, and he definitely felt it as he lightly ran his fingers through your soaked folds, admiring the way they glistened. Taehyung easily sunk two fingers knuckle deep into your heat, crooking them to seek out that sweet bundle of nerves. Needing to feel his lips on yours again you whined while leaning forward, begging him with your eyes. Quickly he obligated, ever the attentive lover. 

After a while your clit was throbbing, crying for his attention. He reached over into one of the jars next to the display cabinet, which you used to touch up any pastries that needed more powdered sugar. A generous amount gathered on the top of his thumb when he dipped it in, and before you could realise what he was doing that same thumb was planted firmly on your pearl of nerves. 

“Taehyung! Mmf, oh my god. That feels so good but you’re gonna give me a yeast infection, fuck.”

“Mmm, not if I lick you clean.” He swooped down, tongue lapping at the now gooey sugar that had somewhat dissolved with your wetness. He suckled at your juices, tongue swiping through your folds against his fingers that were still buried before he trailed up to your clit. His lips pulled the little bud into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth, the nibbling teeth causing your hips to jump at the stimulation. God, his tongue felt like heaven and sin all at once, never before had anyone made you feel this good. Certainly, you’d been missing out in all your previous experiences. His hand reached out, grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup you’d left on the counter, and he looked over to see what other sweet concoction he’d found.

“Mmm, perfect. Open wide sweetheart,” he smirked. Confused, you opened your mouth slightly to which he found most amusing. His fingers withdrew and you whimpered in complaint before your knees were gripped firmly and pushed apart, spreading your legs wide open for him to see. He drizzled a little of the chocolate syrup onto your glistening folds, a few drops sinking into your entrance. The bottle was quickly dropped onto the counter and his tongue was quick to follow the droplets, shoving the appendage deep into your pussy to chase any of the chocolate before it got away from him. “Fucking hell,” he groaned against your cunt, voice muffled. “This is definitely the best thing I have ever tasted in my entire life. I feel like I could die right here.”

With each delve of his muscle you could feel your skin prickling with heat and anticipation or the climax that was beginning to build. Your neglected nub was once again attacked by lashes of his tongue as he pushed his fingers back in, now intent on watching you fall apart. “That’s it petal, good girl. Come for me, that’s it.”

Without mercy he suckled on your clit and your legs shook as that tension began to release, waves of pleasure spreading through your whole body. No noise came forth from your lips for a few seconds, however you quickly broke that silence and cried out loudly with each wave of your high, Taehyung’s fingers still thrusting to draw out your orgasm.

“Please,” you whimpered, looking up at him almost in tears.

“Please what? Use your words,” he growled, already pulling at his belt and letting his pants and underwear fall around his ankles. “What do you need, tell me sweetheart.”

“Need your cock. Please please Taehyung, I want it so bad.” His hand that was soaked with your juices reached down to fist his hardened length, a few drops of precum dripping onto your abdomen. He groaned loudly at the sight, at the way your eyes twinkled in want when you looked at his throbbing appendage. “I want… god I want to suck you off so bad, but I fucking need you. Now.” 

The thought of it had him swearing softly, imagining you on your knees before him. He almost came there at the thought of sinking his cock in between your pretty lips, feeling the back of your warm, wet throat constricting him like the perfect girl you were. However, you looked so beautiful spread out across the counter, he’d rather keep you right where you were. Besides, he was so worked up, he really didn’t need your first impression to be of him finishing too early. “Another time, my sweet. Right now I just really need to be inside you.”

To emphasise his point, the head of his cock ran through your glistening folds, the friction on your clit causing your legs to twitch in overstimulation.  “Kim Taehyung, if you don’t put your dick in me right n-oh!”

Your sentence turned into a gasp as the tip of his dick pushed at your entrance, and the first inch sunk in with a little resistance from how much your walls tried to clamp down, welcoming the intrusion. He bent down over the top of you, possessively capturing your lips with his as the rest of his length split your walls, sinking in to the hilt. It was like heaven, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what being stretched by his girthy cock would feel like. As if he couldn’t be any more perfect, of course he had to be so well fucking endowed. It almost hurt how big he was, you noticed as your pussy fluttered and clenched around him. Almost. 

Moments passed where both of you simply panted heavily, his face buried into the crook of your neck. “One second, just give me one second or I swear I’m gonna cum. You feel like fucking heaven, noona.” You nodded, incapable of coherent words in that blissful moment. 

“Such beautiful tits,” he groaned as his mouth sucked marks across your collar bones, lips seeking out a peak to torment once more. “Tell me, sweet thing. Who’s tits are these?”

“Yours, Tae. Oh god, they’re all yours.” Came your breathy moan, the strands of his honeyed hair tickling your skin as he dragged his face over to the other nipple.

“Good girl,” he quipped. “What about this pussy, hm?” To emphasise his question he slowly pulled his length from where it was buried in your cunt, driving it back in with an even slower thrust that had you keening desperately at the delicious burn.

“Yours, yours! Just fuck me, please!” 

“Well, since you’re such a good girl who asked so nicely…” After a second he straightened up, hands gripping your hips tightly as he withdrew only to bury himself in your cunt again, hips smacking into the flesh of your ass from the force of his thrust. Once he could tell you had adjusted comfortably to his size he picked up the speed, beginning a much faster pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the otherwise quiet bakery. You threw your head back over the counter, the slight feeling of blood rushing to your head making the sensations of Taehyung’s cock all the more intense. 

Neither of you heard the key opening the door, nor saw the figure that froze in the entry, unable to see anything from outside due to the drawn curtains. Jungkook's eyes were wide much like a deer caught in the headlights, drinking in every inch of your exposed skin. Your heaving breasts looked deliciously perky with the way your head was thrown over the counter, noises he’d only ever dreamed of hearing spilling forth from your parted lips. His shocked expression soured, however, when he realised it was Taehyung standing between your spread legs, his cock plunging into your centre and making your face twist in ecstasy. You hadn’t realised he was there yet, eyes closed and still making little mewls with each of Taehyung’s thrusts, now deep and slow, almost teasing you. The elder looked up and simply smirked once their eyes locked, just who he’d been hoping for. Taehyung was the obvious alpha male, and he could see the way Jungkook’s pants were already straining.

“Mmm, harder... please,” you cried out, ankles locking around Taehyung’s waist so he couldn’t stop what he was doing.

“You want me to fuck you harder, noona? You know ever since the first time I saw you, I’ve fantasized about taking you nice and hard over this quaint little countertop. Have you, noona? Or perhaps you’d been too busy fantasizing about your little assistant, hm? You’d love to have him fuck you like this you dirty girl, isn’t that right? Answer me, or I’ll stop.” He teased, voice becoming a little strained with heavy breaths. His eyes were still locked on Jungkook, mocking the astounded boy.

“Oh god, yes. Fuck yes I’d love to have Kookie fuck his noona like this, oh fu-I think I’m gonna come again Tae.”

“Already? Are you gonna come thinking about Kookie?”

“Yes, hng-ughh Tae, and you! Gonna come, o-oh, because of you!” You cried, each syllable growing in volume the closer you grew to your orgasm.

“Go on noona, show me how much you love my cock,” he permitted, thumb coming back to your clit to pinch and rub the bundle of nerves, pushing you toward your climax. Right as you began to peak, he hooked your legs over his shoulders and began furiously pounding into you. The new angle and pace had you hurtling into a powerful, leg shaking orgasm which made Taehyung curse. You looked so beautiful, and you had a little audience for him to show off to. You were screaming so perfectly, perhaps you secretly knew Jungkook was watching the whole exchange. 

When you came down from your high, panting and swearing softly he pressed a kiss to the inside of your leg. “You’re so pretty when you come, my lovely. Don’t you think so, Jungkook?”

Your eyes flew open to see an upside down, very shocked Jungkook. The two of you were at a standstill for a moment, before you quickly tried to sit up and cover yourself. Taehyung’s hand was gently pushing you to lie back down, he suddenly leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Noona, (Y/N) darling. Don’t you want sweet little Kookie to join us? You want to suck him off while I fuck you nicely, hmm?” His words sounded so sweet, and you clenched around him at the very thought. He chuckled, that was just about all the confirmation he needed. However, he waited until you nodded, not going ahead without your clear consent. 

When Jungkook saw you nod, he was in complete disbelief. You wanted him? His length throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants, feeling so tight it might almost rip through the fabric. Despite being upside down, you could still clearly see the outline of the colossal bulge.

“Come here,” Taehyung barked, tutting in annoyance when the younger man still seemed to be rooted to the spot, too stunned to move. “Jeon, I suggest you move your ass if you want your dick sucked.” At his words Jungkook snapped out of his stupor, eagerly striding over to stand above you. 

The younger man was impatiently undoing the buttons on his pants, pulling them down and grabbing the back of his shirt and yanking it over his head, forgoing the buttons altogether. His length sprung forth, already looking angrily red and leaking copious amounts of precum. 

The temptation to taste him was too strong, and you stretched your neck to run your tongue along his dripping cock, pressing sloppy kisses, all the while looking up at him with innocent yet sultry eyes. He swore softly at the sight, pulling back to allow your lips to envelop the head of his cock, tongue swirling around his slit to gather the salty drops which kept leaking. He whimpered loudly, finally knowing what it felt like to sink his cock between his noona’s lips. You relaxed your gag reflex, eyes raking up his body. He was definitely a sight to behold, a sheen of sweat already glazing his glorious chest, making his abs - seriously, how did this boy have them - even more drool worthy. Although you were already drooling. 

His eyes were glued to your mouth, and the way it easily took his cock with each gentle thrust, he was careful not to make you gag. Although, you had other ideas. Your hands sneaked up, gripping the flesh of his bare behind as you relaxed your throat, feeling his hips jerk as he slid in the rest of the way and bottomed out. He groaned, whole body shuddering in pleasure, unable to stop his hips from jerking forward to chase the euphoria he found between your lips. The rather hard thrust had you choking a little, eyes tearing up but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when Jungkook was being so vocal, moaning and cursing so much you were sure anyone outside could hear. When you gagged again, inhaling deeply through your nose he pulled back, giving you a small reprieve and letting you breathe through your mouth. It was at the moment the man standing between your legs, who had been enjoying the show decided it was time to remind you of his presence. 

You cried out sharply when Taehyung’s throbbing length buried itself into your sopping heat once again, the movement jolting you and causing Jungkook’s cock to sink back into your throat. He began to swear as both men thrust into you, using your body to get themselves off. Hungrily, like he thought he might never get the opportunity to witness this again, Jungkook’s eyes raked over your soft body. The way your breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples stiff and slick from his elder’s mouth. Then your wonderful thighs, rippling each time Taehyung drove his hips into them. Jungkook always knew you would have such a beautifully soft body, he just wanted to knead you with his hands and run his tongue over every inch, every curve you had. There was so much slick shining on the inside of your thighs, loud squelch noises from each time Tae’s cock pushed into you. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the way moaned and swirled your tongue around his length.

After a few minutes Taehyung could feel how you were clamping down on his cock again as it dragged against your sweet spot with each thrust, you were getting close once more. His own pleasure twisted sharply in his abdomen, tightening dangerously quickly. The pad of his thumb pressed down on your clit once more, rubbing furious circles to get you to finish before he did. “One more, I want you to come one more time for me, noona. For us.” 

Your climax came to a peak and you squealed, Jungkook’s length popping out of your mouth to make way for the wails of pleasure as your legs shook. You reached out to pump him in your hand, and the sound of your moans as you came was all it took for Jungkook to swear and suddenly he was coming too. You took him back in your mouth quickly, grabbing his hips and pulling him so his cum spurted to the back of your throat.

“Fuck! Oh my-oh fucking hell noona, oh,” he all but yelled, whole body trembling as he climaxed.

Suddenly Taehyung could hold on no longer either, he stilled and you moaned louder as warmth flooded deep inside you as he came, your pussy clenching unconsciously at how good it all felt. Jungkook whined in overstimulation when he pulled out, but your  lips drew the top of his cock back into your mouth to suckle at the remains of his salty release, the sensation of your tongue lapping against his frenulum almost too much for him.

He pulled out, your tongue licking your lips to collect any remains as you bathed in post orgasm bliss. Taehyung’s cock softened, slipping out of your swollen pussy as the three of you panted, catching your breath. 

Jungkook leaned on the bench, looming over you and he flashed a hopeful smile. The same that made your heart flutter so innocently each morning, the slightest glimmer of potential for something more between you two. However,  you’d just sucked him off while another man fucked you. 

Now that the hazy headspace had cleared, embarrassment came forth unbridled and you couldn’t stand to be around a moment longer. You slipped off the counter, wobbly legs barely able to support you as you hastily picked up your clothes. It seems that Taehyung had the same idea as he was quickly dressed, buttoning up his shirt and snatching his jacket up off the floor.

“Well…” he began with, looking between the three of you. “Looks like you two have something to talk about. I’d best be going, see you around.” With that, he was out the door. Gone. It brought your memory back to the first time you’d met him, watching him walk out of the door. Things had been so much more simple then, when you weren’t sleeping with two men at once. You didn’t waste another second dwelling in the awkward tension between you and Jungkook as you rushed upstairs without another word.

The next three weeks were awkward to say the least. Conversation was somewhat scarce between both yourself and your assistant, and you feared you’d forever ruined your relationship with him. Jungkook was barely conversing with you, and whenever it was necessary he gave one word answers at best. 

It was now that you realised he always used to say things such as let me do it, or I made extra of your favourite. It was in the small things, the everyday gestures that your feelings began to steadily blossom, nothing like the grand and unrealistic romance you so desired. Now Jungkook felt so far away, perhaps he despised you now. All because you had to be stupid and greedy, turning a blind eye to the blessing that was right in front of you all along and pursuing someone you have convinced you were good enough for. 

Since that night, Taehyung had not been back to the bakery.

In fact, you had not heard from him at all. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t shed a tear or two over it, after how sweet he’d been in the beginning. The larger part of your conscience, the more irrational part urged you to wait around like a stupid damsel in distress. Hoping that maybe he would walk back in through that door with the little jingle of the bell and make you smile like the idiot you were, pretending nothing had ever gone wrong.  But the more rational part wanted to beat that other part to a pulp, it was far more likely that he had been sweet, like honey for one reason. To lure you in like the silly little fly you were, walking right into his web. How many other girls had he been with in three weeks? Was that really his sister, or did he just tell that to women he’s luring in to make them let their guard down? Just like you had. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping, it was a perfect day, but strangely a little warm. Beads of sweat rolled down your temple, and you wiped them away with the back of your arm as your hands were covered in flour and dough. God, it was unusually warm this morning.

You turned around from your workstation, looking for your rolling pin on one of the other benches. Incidentally your eyes met Jungkook’s and his gaze darted away abruptly, pretending to also look for something. Guilt gnawed at you, knowing that you had caused his embarrassment. After all, you confessed you wanted him in the way he wanted you and then proceeded to mope after Taehyung, not looking at him twice. 

You took your anger out on the innocent dough, squashing it angrily between your fingers absent mindedly. You kept muttering see you around in a mocking tone before realizing it was now over kneaded. Great, now you had a suitor on the run, an assistant that was giving you the silent treatment, and your bread would be flat and overly tough. At least your favourite apricot jam would make it taste better, and you couldn’t help craving another serving you mused as you cleaned the sticky dough from your hands.

The delicious smell of the fresh bread wafted from the racks where they rested, and you sought out a tray that had mostly cooled. When you pulled it out, resting the heavy tray on your chest as you normally did, you yelped and dropped it on the bench with a loud bang. The apple that Jungkook had been about to chop skidded across the floor as he dropped it and rushed over to you.

“Noona! Are you alright?! What happened?!” 

You gritted your teeth and breathed in through your nose, wincing at how unusually sore your breasts were. Jungkook reached for your cheek, and his hands in your face smelled strongly of apple juice, almost burning your nostrils with its potency. Sudden nausea gripped at your stomach, twisting your insides and making you feel queasy. You pushed past Jungkook and sprinted up the stairs, hearing Jungkook’s heavy footsteps right behind you. You barely reached the bathroom before you fell to your knees, heaving over the toilet bowl to empty your stomach.

“(Y/N)!” A distressed Jungkook cried out from the doorway before crouching down, hands still incredibly gentle as they reached to sweep your hair out of the way. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?!” An answer didn’t make it past your lips however, only more of your breakfast. Jungkook was audibly panicked, but still rubbed comforting circles on your back as you continued to throw up. “That’s it, get it all out,” he murmured.

Your mouth tasted foul and as soon as you stood up you were reaching for your toothbrush. He was glued to your side, picking up a cloth to wipe away at the vomit that was on your chin, still asking a million questions. Embarrassed, you waved him away even though the tender action made your heart squeeze. So he still cared? “I’m fine Kook, I just don’t know why I’m throwing up all of a sudden, I didn’t eat anything that was off…”

He was still insistent on fussing, telling you to go to the doctor if you couldn’t explain your sudden illness. You wondered back into the bedroom, wracking your brain for any inclination as to why it might me, thinking of your symptoms. Your gaze landed on your little clock on your dresser which displayed the date, eyes widening when things began clicking into place. Your period was also a week late, you had sore breasts and morning sickness. You slapped a hand over your mouth muffling the distressed whine that left your lips, words not coming to you at the moment from the shock.

You were pregnant. 

Jungkook tentatively touched your shoulder making both of you flinch as the initial shock wore off, and the harsh reality of it came crashing over you. Your eyes flickered to Jungkook’s wide ones, concern evident at the tears brimming in your eyes. “Noona? (Y/N)? What’s wrong? Why... Why are you crying?” God, he was so innocent sometimes, of course he hadn’t caught on yet. 

“K-Kook,” you all but whimpered, voice breaking from the way your throat constricted in an attempt to hold back the sobs. “I-... I think I’m pregnant,” came your confession, barely audible, but Jungkook’s ears picked it up well enough. You could barely look him in the eyes, your own watery with tears and you sounded so defeated.

He crushed you to his chest, his arms enveloping your frame in a warm hug, and you never wanted him to let you go. The sobs came forth unbridled now and you buried your face into the crook of his neck, drenching his shirt with your tears. 

“Is it really such a bad thing?” He whispered to you between shushes. “Noona, you know I’ll always stick by you, right? No matter what. I’ll be here even if that bastard isn’t,” he murmured and you trembled all the more from his sweet words.

You pulled back so you could look him in the eye, offering a weak and watery smile. “Oh Jungkook, I really don’t deserve you.”

“Nonsense,” he chastised quickly, a warm thumb coming up to wipe away the wetness on your cheeks. “I really like you noona, like a lot.” 

“I do too, Kookie. God, I’m so sorry,” you chuckled, pinching his dimple softly before burying your hand in your apron for a handkerchief. “I just thought, you know...you’d want to be with someone a bit closer to your a-”

Your words were cut off when Jungkook covered your mouth and nose with his own handkerchief, wiping away the snot and you had no doubt you looked a complete mess. Blubbering away and confessing your feelings to a younger man, knocked up by another.

“I don’t want to hear that, ever again. Okay? Besides I’ve been fantasizing about calling you my girlfriend for as long as I’ve been working for you. Do you have any idea how happy I am right now? I don’t care about not being the father of this child, as long as I have you by my side I know I can do anything.” He pecked your lips suddenly, prompting a brighter smile from you which warmed his heart to see you no longer upset about everything. You snaked your arm around the top of his shoulders, grinning as he brought your lips back together. You melted into his arms as you deepened the kiss, but he flinched back a bit.

“What? What’s wrong? Did I do someth-”

“No, nothing’s wrong it’s just...your mouth kinda tastes like vomit still. Sorry.” The two of you burst into laughter, a bit of lightness in the otherwise serious situation. You moved back into the bathroom to begin scrubbing your teeth clean while Jungkook, unable to relinquish you from his hands as if you’d disappear if he let go, kept rubbing comforting circles on your hips. He looked deep in thought. “I’ll get a hold of Taehyung, I promise. While I know you probably despise him right now, I think he has a right to know about the baby.”

Silently you nodded, uncertainty and nervousness swirling deep within your stomach. Jungkook was right, you should tell Taehyung but what would his reaction be? Would he be angry? God, he seemed so nice, so genuine. Maybe it really was just some elaborate plan to seduce you, how many other women had fallen prey to his charms you wondered. Perhaps this was not the first time a woman had tracked him down after being knocked u-

“(Y/N)? It’s alright, just don’t dwell on it okay?” His hands trailed up to rub your shoulders, drawing a long sigh from you. “We’ll make an appointment with the doctor first, yeah? Just to be sure. I’ll even come with you.” 

You turned and buried your face into the crook of his neck again, so over the moon to have such support. You don’t know what you did to deserve this, to deserve him. 

“Do you think people would mind if we opened… a bit late today?” You asked him, fingers creeping up his chest to play with his collar as you looked at him suggestively.

He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders, giving you a soft squeeze. You whined at the action, causing your tender breasts to ache. In retaliation you reached down and groped the firm flesh of his behind. Instantly he bucked forward, seeking friction and pushing his quickly hardening length into your abdomen. 

“You mean..” he gaped, beaming down at you with an expression so endearing and so excited it made you giddy. Firm hands found his chest, and you guided him back out of the bathroom and pushed him onto the bed, immediately tugging at the buttons on his work pants. His swollen cock sprung out immediately, already rock hard and dripping precum, so eager to finally bury itself in you completely.

He helped you to yank his trousers down quickly, shoes and all getting kicked off in a hurry. You swore you could hear his shirt tearing a little as he ripped it over his head, his hair becoming messed up in his haste Jungkook yanked you into his reach so he could strip you, much like a child at Christmas, uncaring about the poor wrapping paper and eager to get to his present. Fighting him would be useless with the way your eyes drank in his impressive physique.

Once you were completely bare you grabbed his shoulders, clambering on top of him and reaching between the two of you to grab his dick, running the leaking tip through your damp folds. As you sunk down a few inches you had to stop, the stretch from just how fat his cock was leaving you breathless for a moment. Tiny rocks up and down allowed your walls to adjust before you took a breath and bottomed out, Jungkook threw his head back, exposing his deliciously thick neck to your hungry eyes. The urge to mark it was far too strong, and you didn’t hesitate to bend forward to suckle on the skin, little red and purple marks blossoming. 

You immediately got to work grinding your hips back and forth, only seeming to drive Jungkook even crazier. After a few minutes he pushed you to sit back up, the need to see your body again too much yet he couldn’t decide where to look. Your breasts swayed in his face with every rock of your body and it was so hard for him to resist bucking his hips upwards. The sight of your pussy lips swallowing every inch of his throbbing cock again and again was truly something to behold, and it felt a thousand times better. Or your beautiful face, contorted in the most blissful expressions, consumed by the pleasure. At a particularly loud moan you let out he thrusted up, grunting at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

Jungkook seized your hips, planting his feet on the bed and began pounding his thick length into you without mercy. Caught off guard, you collapsed onto your hands at the sharp spike of pleasure in your belly, your cries muffled as you buried your face into Jungkook’s damp neck. He too smelled heavenly when you were this close, his natural woody musk overloading your senses with each sharp inhale of breath.

He sat up so you were face to face, the position rather intimate, but was quickly bending down to draw one of your nipples into his mouth, nipping softly. “Ah! Be g-gentle, please Kookie. They’re so sensitive right no-ow.”

“Mmm. Can’t wait ‘til they’re all heavy and swollen with milk, I bet you’d taste so sweet noona.” He practically growled, suddenly possessive at the thought.

“Kook! Oh my-oh god, harder. Please please harder baby. You gonna fuck your noona nice and hard?” You begged, running your fingers through the dark, curly locks on his head. Quickly he gripped your waist tighter and flipped you onto your back in an impressive show of strength, quick to re-acquaint you with the delicious stretch as his cock buried itself back inside you and resumed a brutal pace. He was a rather energetic lover it seemed.

“You feel so good noona, oh my god! Fuck I-I’m not gonna last much longer, not when I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Ugh, it’s okay baby. I’m mfph almost th-there, oh!”

Your arms anchored themselves on his broad shoulders as you jolted from the force of his thrusts, one hand snaking up to thread into the dark hair at the nape of his neck and he whined louder between laboured breaths. Right as he let out a long high pitched moan you felt his whole body tremble, warmth gushing deep in your abdomen as he came. However, Jungkook was ever the soldier and continued on slamming his hips into yours and you finally tipped over the edge. Your walls clenched and fluttered, eyes rolling back into your head. Yet he still continued even as you felt the sticky mess of his cum getting pushed deeper with each thrust, more still filling you. The sounds you were making must have been bothering the neighbours, slapping skin and cries of ecstasy. But neither of you could help it because it had felt like heaven. God, why hadn’t you done this earlier?

When the waves of pleasure finally subsided he dropped onto his forearms, cock going limp and slipping out of your abused pussy. 

“Noona.” His chest heaved with his efforts but he couldn’t resist nuzzling into the crook of your now sweaty neck, and your heart clenched with the affection. “That was amazing, so much better than I ever could have imagined. Well...have been imagining.”

“Jungkook, baby,” you breathed, panting heavily. “I’d love to stay like this forever but I’m gonna dirty the sheets, can you grab me a washcloth from the bathroom please?”

He pecked your cheek and sprung up immediately, kicking off his pants that still clung to one leg so they wouldn’t trip him and headed toward the bathroom. Your eyes dropped to his bare behind and you all but drooled, it truly looked so much better without his pants obscuring the view.

“Or,” you began and he paused, turning back to you as you flipped on your side, attempting to strike a seductive pose. Rather it seemed he was the seductor, unknowingly posed like a Roman statue, his body half twisted in a way that accentuated all his best features while gravity accentuated your worst. However, his eyes raked over your figure, insatiable. “How about we just take a shower together? Save some water, hmm-oh Jungkook!” You squealed as he easily hoisted you up bridal style, pecking your lips. 

“I think that sounds like a very good idea, shall we?” He asked, carrying you in the direction of the bathroom already sporting another semi.

Three weeks. You were three weeks pregnant, the life inside you so tiny yet had already become such a huge part of your life in just one day. Jungkook was still diligently stuck by your side, and earlier today he’d tried ringing Taehyung’s office to try and speak with him. However, he was told that the elder was not available. All that could be done was to leave a message with his secretary. 

You pondered what he might say as the two of you walked arm in arm on your way home from the doctor’s office late in the afternoon. Again, two parts of you rationed with one another. He did just start a new job, perhaps that would explain his absence for almost a month. 

Three days, the more rational part of you argued. It was a common rule you’d heard the women gush about over tea in your shop, that no suitor was too busy to contact you at some point in three days. If they didn’t then you simply weren’t a priority for them, not that it mattered anyway. You were loyal to Jungkook now, he was certainly a priority to you.

But there was something about Taehyung, the extent of his genuine nature was incredibly difficult to fabricate. It kept nagging at you in the back of your mind, to just wait, to give him the benefit of the doubt when he finally did come forward. Or maybe you were just being hormonal and making things up to comfort yourself. A distraction was what you needed.

You tipped your head back to breathe in the fresh air. The sky was dusted with a pretty pink and orange colour as the sun set, and you thought would make a nice picture.

“Oh, by the way. I never asked you about the job you got, taking photographs, did you have fun? It is what you came here for after all.” A heavy sigh followed from the man by your side, which definitely caught your attention. “Jungkook? What is it?”

“It was alright, I probably could have enjoyed it more. I just couldn’t help but feel really disappointed the whole time. I wanted to like it more but I just... couldn’t,” he trailed off with yet another deep sigh, his fourth this evening.

“What do you mean? Is it not what you want to do anymore?” You questioned, bringing your other hand to his arm to rub comforting circles. He shook his head, fumbling in his coat pocket for the keys and unlocking the door. 

“No, it’s not what I want anymore. As a hobby I think it’s okay, but I’ve completely fallen in love with working here, with baking,” he paused before pushing the door open, turning back to you. “But most importantly, (Y/N). I’ve fallen in love with you. My beautiful noona.” 

Your eyes sparkled with tears. “Oh, Jungkook. I-”

“You don’t have to say it back right away. Take all the time you need, I’d wait for you forever.”

He began to head inside but you grabbed his arm firmly, and he looked back at you with a startled expression. “I do, I absolutely do. The feelings, they’ve always been there but I’ve just been afraid to act on them. But... I do love you, more than you know.” 

The pure expression of elation that spread across his face made your heart ache, and you just had to kiss it, to kiss him. He let out a little gasp of surprise when you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to you, pressing your lips together. It was only when you let out a little shiver that he pulled away, ushering you inside and away from the nippy wind.

Now that you were significantly warmer you let out a long yawn, fatigue making your eyelids feel heavy. Jungkook pulled you to him again, pressing a kiss against your hair, the action would never cease to make your heart flutter. “I’ll lock up, you go upstairs to bed noona. I love you,”

“Goodnight Jungkook, I love you too,” you murmured back sleepily with a smile. Reluctantly you slipped out of his warm arms, making the treacherously long haul up to the first floor where your dwelling resided. Once he was sure you’d safely made it up the stairs, he fished around in his pocket for the keys, turning around to lock the door. However, he froze at the figure who stood looming in the doorway.

Taehyung.

You awoke later to the other side of the bed cold and empty, the feeling of a rough tongue licking at your cheek.You stirred with a groan, waiting for the grogginess to subside while you waved your cat away, hearing him pounce onto the floor and out into the kitchen. His demands to be fed grew louder and louder until you simply couldn’t ignore him, and you dragged yourself out of bed to the empty kitchen. Once Jiji’s bowl was filled and he was happily eating you noticed how quiet it was. That’s strange, where was Jungkook?

The clinking of silverware and a light on downstairs caught your attention. You scratched the back of your head in thought as you made your way down into the back room, but when you emerged  at the bottom of the stairs you froze.

“Noona!” Jungkook suddenly exclaimed, rushing forth and the loud scrape of the chairs as both men shot up caused you to  jump a little. You put our hand out to stop him approaching and he paused, your shock only grew when you noticed Jungkook was sporting a black eye, and he squirmed on the spot while you gawked at him. While you were concerned, you had something - well someone - more important to address. “Um… Taehyung is back… ” 

“I noticed, Jungkook,” you gritted, trying to keep a strong front in front of them. 

Moisture sprung to your eyes and it made Taehyung’s heart clench, seeing you look so similar to a cornered animal. One wrong move and you would likely bolt back up the stairs. You were frustrated with yourself because you didn’t expect to cry immediately, but seeing the father of your unborn child proved to affect you more than you thought it would. 

“(Y/N)... ” He began, taking a small step toward you, his arms reaching out with the urge to comfort you. However, you gave him a dirty look which had Taehyung quickly retracting and not coming any closer. “I know you’re upset… and angry… and confused-”

“Correct,” you quipped.

“But there’s an explanation, I promise,” he pleaded, waiting with baited breath before you crossed your arms and gave a tiny nod heavy with trepidation. “I wanted to come and see you personally the following morning, believe me I truly did. But something happened with my father and the company, I had to go overseas urgently.”

“For almost a month? You couldn’t have at least written to me? A telegram? Even a goddamn smoke signal was too much effort for you?” 

“I did! I wrote you a letter and left it here early in the morning before I left, I even put my return address on it so you could write back to me while I was away. I was waiting to hear from you, and the whole time I thought you’d gotten my letter and didn’t want to see me anymore, because of Jungkook.”

A tiny twinge of guilt arose within you, your gut instinct had been right. He had tried to do the right thing. “I’m sorry Taehyung, I didn’t get any letter from you.” You truly were apologetic, a part of you now wished that things had played out differently and you’d given him a chance. But you couldn’t change the past now, and Jungkook was rooted firmly in your heart. Besides, if you had to choose between the two, you’re sure you would never be able to come to a decision.

“I apologise for leaving so quickly that day, but I needed some time to think as it wasn’t just the two of us anymore. A third party had become...involved. But before I could see you in person again I had to go. Hopefully you’ll accept this,” he trailed off, gesturing to a small box on the table. Gingerly you slipped past him to pick it up, gasping when a small glass flower was inside. “When I was in Paris, I saw this in a shop window and immediately thought of you and the first time we met. Finally I got you a flower that won’t wither away and die.”

“Taehyung...it’s lovely, but I don’t really think it’s appropriate for me to accept gifts like this from you anymore. I love Jungkook now. Any contribution from you from now on should be for the b-” You stopped your words suddenly, did Jungkook tell him yet? 

“The baby? My...baby. Yes. Jungkook told me.” His eyes flickered down to your stomach. “Oh (Y/N), I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’ll support you one hundred percent, I should have been more careful.”

“Well… we should have been more careful. But you’re not mad?” You questioned, chewing on your lip nervously.

“What?! Why would I be mad at you? I… God I just want to touch your stomach so bad. Can I? Please?” He practically begged, and you felt a laugh bubble up against your will. You’d never seen him pout before. Gently you grabbed his hand, guiding his large palm against the flat of your abdomen and unintentionally pulling him closer. At his proximity your heart rate picked up, old feelings stirring at the warm cinnamon you could smell on him. No, you couldn’t think of him that way anymore. 

You diverted your gaze, instead making eye contact with your lover Jungkook while Taehyung rubbed soft circles on your stomach. Things would be… unconventional from now on, to say the least. 

“I just...don’t want to miss out on this,” Taehyung whispered. “Watching your belly grow, feeling the little kicks. I don’t have a child yet, and I’ve always been so excited to be a father. But it’s a shame things turned out this way…”

“Which is why we wanted to talk to you (Y/N).” Jungkook suddenly piped up, having been unusually quiet and relaxed this whole time. “Hyung… I mean Taehyung and I have been speaking all night.”

“I got the message from him and came to see you as soon as I got back, only to watch you kiss him instead. I must admit I was incredibly jealous and originally I planned on talking calmly, but that’s not quite what happened. We started fighting, and then we started... kissing.” He admitted, looking slightly abashed. You, however, were utterly shocked and kept looking between the two trying to imagine such a thing.

“Wait...what?! You two kissed? Each other?”

“Well, yes and then it escalated.” Taehyung murmured with a smirk, peering over to Jungkook. He looked nervous, his hand coming up to touch the back of his neck. That’s when you saw it, many more marks peeking out from under his collar than what you’d left on him. “One thing turned into another and, we ended up having sex. Your table is wobbly now, sorry about that, but this kid’s stamina is no joke.” 

Your jaw almost hit the ground, a whole mix of different emotions hitting you. The first being sorrow and betrayal, tears once more beginning to well in your eyes. But you quickly felt yourself growing angry, after all your partner had technically cheated on you with another man. 

“Jeon Jungkook, you treacherous whore,” you snarled, rubbing your temples at the headache this confusion was bringing you. “I just have one question...why? I thought you two hated one another.” 

“We just couldn’t see past the jealousy we both had over you. But once we actually started getting to know one another a bit more, we actually realised we have a lot in common and are willing to explore that further.” Jungkook explained. “I think the three of us could make it work, that way everyone is happy.”

“You mean… we’d all be together? You’re both okay with that? You actually like each other?” You questioned, to which they smiled and nodded. On the one hand, you would get to have what you’d secretly desired which was both men at the same time. The idea had your heart skipping a beat with excitement, thinking about all the sweet words they’d say, and soft mornings you’d share. How well you’d be taken care of, in many ways. But what if things didn’t work out? What if they grew too jealous and the relationship deteriorated? Apprehension weighed heavily in the air. However, if you never even gave it a shot you would never know what could have been. 

“Noona? Do you need more time to think about it?” Taehyung asked gently. Did you? You looked up at both of them, their soft gazes making you feel like the most treasured woman in the world. Ever so subtly their hands brushed together, fingers intertwining. Something in your gut told you this was the right thing to do, and you reached up to take a hand in one of theirs.

“I’m willing to try.” You told them, biting your lip to soften the huge grin. 

“Really?!” They both exclaimed in unison, eyes wide and you were suddenly tugged into their embrace. Uncontrollable giggles consumed you, and you pecked each of them on the lips.

 “I have a feeling the three of us will go together like sugar, spice and everything nice.”

It was still rather early in the morning, the sun only very faintly peeking through the curtains in your bedroom window. Still, your body was beginning to make its demands known no matter what time it may be. Jungkook was warm against your back, his arm slung over your waist, and you couldn’t stop the way you squirmed and panted softly. God, you had woken up so aroused it was almost painful. At your excessive movement he pulled you tighter to him, and you gasped at the feeling of his morning erection pressing against the soft flesh of your behind. He grumbled something unintelligible into your neck but you didn’t care, you needed him right now.

“Jungkook,” you whined, turning to face him a little more. “Please baby, please.” 

“Oh?” He definitely heard you loud and clear as he raised his head, but before he could even say more you threw your leg over his hip and began grinding your sopping apex against his clothed length. The angle was awkward but you didn’t care as it provided some well needed friction. 

Immediately his hands gripped at your swollen breasts, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of your nightgown, and you cried out  from the sudden pleasure. “God,” he growled in your ear. “You need me that much, huh? Can’t even wait until Tae gets here?”

“No, I can’t wait. I need you right fucking now Kookie, please.” There was desperation in your tone now, and you sounded like you were on the verge of tears.

“Alright noona, of course. You know I could never say no to you,” he whispered into your cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. His hands travelled further down your body, smoothing over your swollen tummy like he always loved doing. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, aren’t you? So desperate for me, begging to be stuffed full of cock. I can’t wait until I can fill you up with my cum and get you nice and pregnant again, with my baby.”

You rolled over onto your knees, propping your weight on your forearms. Jungkook groaned at the sight it presented him with as your gown slipped down your back, your weeping cunt glistening with your arousal, so engorged and throbbing with your pregnancy. He shot up, coming to kneel behind you so he could get a closer look. Jungkook ran his thumb through your folds, cock aching at the way you clenched and whined. There was so much slick, he couldn’t believe how wet you were, a little leaking down and dripping onto the bed from his ministrations. You became pliant, pushing back against his fingers as far as your stomach would allow, desperately wanting him to bury them into you, anything to ease that empty feeling.

“Careful sweetheart, gotta make sure you and bub are okay first,” he murmured into your ear, hands smoothing over your stomach again as he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Let’s take this off.” 

His hands bundled up the bottom of your night dress, patiently waiting until you lifted each knee off the bed so it wasn’t caught and gently peeled it from your panting form. The cool morning air nipped at your exposed skin, every inch of you flushed hot. You leaned back, Jungkook’s chest plastered to you, your puffy nipples hardening quickly when Jungkook pinched them between his fingers. Milky droplets began beading and dripping down your front, drawing a long moan at the sensitivity of them. 

“You’re so amazing, oh my god. Do you have any idea how often I’ve imagined you like this? So perfectly swollen and pregnant, so incredibly fertile. Breasts so soft and brimming with milk. You’re such a good girl for Hyung and I, you’re gonna let us fill you up again and again aren’t you?” He continued his groping while whispering filthy things in your ear, you were so worked up it was almost painful. 

“I-If you keep doing that, uhh fuck Kookie, baby. I think I might come, oh.” At your whining he gave an extra hard pinch, and little droplets of white sprinkled across the bed sheets, some dripping down your chest onto your stomach. He relented for a second to tear off his pajamas in record time, giving you barely a second’s warning before the hardness of his scalding cock was sliding into the cleft of your asscheeks, a moan breaking out from him at how soaked it got. With one hand your fingers twisted in the bedsheets, the other trying to reach behind and line him up. However, he chuckled and gripped your wrist to stop you. So close yet so far, and you began muttering a sting of incoherent and almost hysterical gibberish, undecipherable other than the occasional please. Given how wet you were he easily sunk in, and it made the stretch of his girth a little more tolerable as he bottomed out with a curse. His teeth bit softly into the flesh of your bare shoulder and you whimpered loudly as he drew back to sink straight back in at a torturously slow pace, always giving you a few seconds to accommodate his thickness. The teasing was driving you near insane, but thankfully he had such a fat cock it still felt incredible. He was always so gentle to begin with, treating you as if you were fragile. However, as he said before he could never say no to you. Once you really whined and whimpered for him to go harder, boy did he give it to you.

He adjusted his hands on your soft hips, gripping them tighter so he could tug you back onto his length as he began slamming into you. Loud slaps filled the room as his pace quickened, pounding eagerly from behind and you wailed, this angle always making him feel so much deeper than usual. “You just get more beautiful everyday, ugh,” Jungkook huffed in your ear, voice strained from the feeling of your velvet walls gripping him eagerly.

Your softness dug into his hip bones as his thrusts grew more powerful, his incredible thighs flexing with the brutal pace he set. Pleasure twisted in your abdomen acutely, the pressure building up easily with your swollen belly. “Jungkook, I’m gonna come already. You feel so good baby, oh!”

At your words he used his impressive strength to pull you against him even more, the angle had his cock rubbing against that special spot and your high hit you harder than it ever had. You reached up and behind you to anchor your hands on his thick, vascular neck, sweaty skin sticking slightly. Your thighs trembled right as you began to peak, and just as the door swung open and you locked gazes with Taehyung. You felt a delicious pressure release in your abdomen as you gushed with a broken shriek, clear fluid squirting all over the tangled bedsheets. He watched you with eyes blown out wide, grip on the doorknob so tight it almost broke and you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head. Each jolt caused your ever growing breasts to sway, and the way your hands were above your head only accentuated all your lovely curves which he happily consumed with his gaze.

Jungkook let out a few loud, high pitched moans as he released inside you, the warmth making you shudder as you began coming down from your orgasm. A warm, sweaty forehead pressed against your back as you both panted from the effort, Jungkook’s hands steadying you as you lay down onto your side. The shortness of breath was really beginning to kick in now that you were almost five months pregnant. Wordlessly you reached out for Taehyung, making grabby hands at him as he set his things down and shut the door.

“Good morning princess.” He stalked over to the bed, eyes raking over your glistening body, also flicking back to take in Jungkook who had flopped back against the pillows. “Do you want more? Does daddy get a turn?” He leant down and whispered in your ear as he pressed kisses all along your cheek. You whined and nodded yes, immediately seeking out his lips with your own. God, you just came but you were always ready and wanted to feel both of your lovers, so insatiable these days.

“Good morning my sweet,” he murmured, bed dipping under Taehyung’s weight as he joined you. His fingers ran through Jungkook’s dark curls, and he bent down to capture his other lover’s mouth in a sweet kiss, the younger tugged Taehyung toward him and eagerly began pulling at his clothes.

While the two of them locked lips and stripped you scooted up and flopped onto your back, skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat and legs wide open to accommodate your ever growing stomach. Both men’s gaze immediately fell to your core, looking so pretty with Jungkook’s cum slowly dripping out. Taehyung couldn’t resist, he shifted toward you, dropped to his stomach and pushed your legs further apart. “Look at you, such a messy girl. Daddy should clean you up, hm?” You bit your finger coyly, head clouded with lust as you nodded. Taehyung took another few seconds to stare at your engorged centre, his breath fanning against your wetness causing you to squirm before he quickly dipped down to run his tongue through your folds, groaning at the mixture of sweet and salty taste. He lapped up the juices, tongue seeking out your clit and drawing it into his mouth ripping an almost scream from you from finally getting stimulation on your sensitive, blood fattened nub.

Taehyung started to moan louder, and you lifted your head up until you were almost sitting - you had to otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see past your growing stomach - only to find Taehyung still had his head buried between your legs. However, Jungkook had his own agenda, and his teeth nibbled at one of Taehyung’s buttcheeks before his tongue dipped down between them. One hand snuck down underneath Taehyung’s hips to stroke at his cock which he had previously been grinding against the sheets. 

You’d quickly learned that Jungkook had a bit of an oral fixation, he was obsessed with leaving hickies wherever he could. More than once the two of you would be working early in the morning, then the next thing Jungkook would haul you up onto the unoccupied part of the workbench and eat you out. You had to have a door installed that separated the back workroom from the shop because of his high libido, though as he grew more explorative you’d also have to scold him about food safety. 

The elder sat back on his knees, a hand coming to sink two fingers into your sopping apex. His thumb rubbed circles against your engorged clit, and with each thrust of his wrist he pushed out some of the thick white mixture. Now that he was sat up, Jungkook crawled up and laid on his side, coming to lap at the drops of precum on his erect length. The elder pulled his hand from between your legs and popped them into his mouth, a soft groan accompanying the taste he so adored, the cum of both his lovers combined.

“Kookie? Can you go again, baby?” Taehyung asked, his other hand gently threaded into his hair to ease him off his member. Jungkook nodded eagerly, pumping his own cock in his hand, already hard again. The stamina that boy had frightened you, once you were ready for another baby he’d have you pregnant again in no time. Taehyung motioned for him to lay on his back, and gently guided you over to where Jungkook was propped up with his head resting against the pillows. You turned around and straddled his hips with your back to him and he sat up a bit to steady you.

“Are you okay to keep going? You’re not too tired?” Jungkook whispered in your ear, to which you quickly nodded. No matter how tired you were, you rarely turned down sex with your two lovers. However, on the odd occasion that you did want to rest instead they had no qualms, as they happily indulged in their own intercourse often. The sudden need to twist around and kiss him overcame you and you whined softly, seeking out his lips. They were both so sweet and attentive, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. 

“Kook?” You murmured. He hummed in response, a warm palm soothing on your arm. “I love you, so so much.” 

He couldn’t suppress the grin that broke out across his face no matter how hard he tried, because he was so undeniably happy. “My (Y/N), I love you so much, more than you could imagine.” He leaned forward to peck your lips again before an insistent tap on your thigh brought your attention back to Taehyung.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered, already pouting at him for a kiss as well. “I haven’t forgotten about you. I love you too, Taehyung.” At your words he seemed to melt a little, his lips brushing against yours over and over in soft little pecks. 

“I love you too, petal. All of you.” He touched your stomach gently, also looking back at Jungkook behind you. The hand that was just on your tummy came up to cup your cheek, however, you’d grown quite impatient and turned your head to draw two of his fingers into your mouth. 

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he hummed, smiling as you suckled while looking up at him with wide eyes. The sweet tone turned to a growl as you dropped his hand only to bend down, now practically on your hands and knees, and licked a stripe up his fat, throbbing length. The taste of his salty precum had you keening, popping the tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head. You lapped at his frenulum, occasionally running your tongue across the slit to catch the droplets as they continued to bead. 

Jungkook behind you kneaded your soft rump, pulling the cheeks apart and running his tongue from your clit up to your tight hole. Your excessive juices mixed with his cum made for a perfect lubricant as he lapped at your rim, his thumb coming to spread the slick around it and you clenched at the threat of intrusion. He watched in fascination as you clenched again, lightly pressing on it to test the resistance. Given how wet you were the digit sunk in easily, and you immediately clamped down. Taehyung growled as he felt the vibrations of your moan on his cock, his hand threading into your hair softly. Jungkook worked his thumb in and out of your ass, giving your muscles time to slowly relax. A thrum of excitement rushed through you as he pulled the digit out, only to slick up two more fingers and ease them in carefully. You always got a bit more worked up when you knew you were going to have both men at once, it felt incredible being so full of them.

“God noona, you’re taking my fingers so well. You love getting your tight little asshole played with, don’t you? Such a good girl.” Jungkook hissed, scissoring the digits until he could work in a third finger. You pulled your lips from Taehyung’s cock with a pop sound, the pleasure was so overwhelming, especially when Jungkook’s thumb came to rub circles on your clit.

“Are you close again, princess?” Taehyung asked, stroking your hair. You nodded furiously, pushing back to try and get the younger’s fingers probing deeper.

“U-Ugh! Daddy, Kookie! I’m com-oh!” you didn’t even finish your sentence before your orgasm washed over you, toes curling and skin tingling with the euphoric feeling. Jungkook’s fingers continued to rub against your sensitive walls, the completely unique feeling causing you to clench even harder. When your cries subsided you slumped back a little and Jungkook withdrew his hand. “Please,” you whimpered, pouting and looking between both your lovers.

“Please what, my love? Use your words.” Taehyung ordered.

“Want more, want you both.”

“Oh? Is one cock filling you up not enough for you? Greedy girl,” he tutted. “Can you sit back for me? Want Jungkookie to fuck your ass while I have your pussy?”

Your empty orifices clench at his words, wanting so desperately to be filled and to feel the push and pull of both their lengths fucking you. Eagerly you nodded, reaching down to touch your clit again but Taehyung’s hand grabbed your wrist.

“Did I say you could do that, hm?” He growled, tugging your hand away. Your eyes widened at his commanding tone, shaking your head slowly. “What did I just tell you to do?”

“Sit on Jungkookie’s cock, daddy.”

“Exactly, go on then,” Taehyung growled, the softness of his hands as he helped you move back contradicting his tone. You hovered over Jungkook's length, the tip pressing against the seam of your ass. A faint gasp escaped you as he ran the head of his cock through your folds to soak it in the wetness dripping from you, before moving back to line himself up. Ever so gently he pressed the tip against your asshole, applying a soft pressure, coaxing the muscles of your rim to loosen. 

Gradually your ass relaxed to grant him entrance, the head of his cock slipped in aided by your excessive slick. Once he pushed past that initial resistance the rest of his silken length sunk in easily, creating a delicious stretch and you moaned. Taehyung drank in the whole image, watching the younger's cock bottom out as his hips met the flesh of your behind and you sat fully impaled on his length.

Your pussy fluttered and clenched rhythmically, more droplets of your nectar running down to coat Jungkook’s heavy balls. The feeling had him crying out with a choked whimper, you were so tight and warm and he was so sensitive from only just coming.

Gently you rested back against his chest, Jungkook’s torso propped up safely by your pillows and your legs flopped open wider, beckoning Taehyung forward. The elder man sauntered over to you both, his precum dribbled down to join the mess between your thighs as he drew closer, rubbing the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

You squirmed, unconsciously opening your legs wider for Taehyung to swear softly at the view he was blessed with.

“Daddy, please. Want you too,” you whined, pleading with your eyes as well. You continued shifting and grinding, making Jungkook’s grip on your hips brutally tight. He might leave a few bruises on your soft flesh but he couldn't help it, not when you felt so good. Besides, he would kiss it better later.

“Hyung-” He grunted, not able to get anything else out as he felt Taehyung’s fat cock push into your empty cunt, the thickness still stretching you despite how wet you were. In one smooth, slow stroke he bottomed out and a choked cry was torn from your lips at how full you were, already teetering on the edge and so close to tipping over. In a desperate lust filled haze your hand shot down to rub at your clit furiously, jolts of pleasure still shooting through your abdomen even though both men weren’t moving.

Instead of stopping you this time, Taehyung watched on with a smirk as you rocked yourself back and forth slightly, so desperate for release. He withdrew his cock slightly from your walls and you cried out in displeasure, pussy trying so hard to suck him back in. However, not a second later he plunged back in to the hilt slowly, right as Jungkook pulled out only to fuck back into you. The room filled with your loud cries, nothing got you to moan quite as loud as when you were stuffed full with two cocks, and not to mention the grunts and groans from both men as they picked up a rhythm, one thrusting in right as the other pulled out. 

Taehyung’s eyes glazed over as he watched his length bury into your sopping, swollen folds over and over with each thrust. The sight made him harden further, heavy balls smacking against Jungkook’s length occasionally where it sunk into your slippery ass. It didn’t take long for your next climax to come, the only warning you gave them was a broken whimper of, “hgn, c-oming!” before your legs were trembling, a little sprinkle of clear fluid gushing forth as your eyes rolled back.

“Fuck-,” Taehyung grunted, quickly circling your clit to help you ride out your orgasm as he looked at the wet sheen covering his abdomen. “This is new. Does having your tummy nice and swollen make you squirt, sweetheart?”

All you could manage was to nod furiously, hips still being jolted from each push and pull. Suddenly the urge to shift positions came forth and you pushed on Taehyung’s chest gently, still trying to find the words after your powerful orgasm that left you feeling like jelly.

He slowed his pace, an expression of alarm appeared across his features and he gripped your hand. “What is it my love? Did we do something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“N-No, I just. Can I go on top please?” You breathed out, fatigue beginning to take its toll. He visibly relaxed, pressing a kiss to your sweaty temple. 

“Of course.” He eased out gently causing you to wince at the sudden empty feeling when Jungkook did the same a moment later. Your hand gripped Tae’s wrist, tugging him softly so that he turned and flopped on his back on the bed and you swung a leg over to straddle his hips, two sets of hands touching you gently, always prepared to steady you. Taehyung’s fingertips trailed up from your hips, coming to cradle the small swell of your abdomen. The tender moment had you pausing, before you leaned down to kiss the grin off his lips. 

You reached down to grip his length, lining him up before you sunk down on him. A content sigh left you at being reacquainted with the feeling you’d come to love and crave. The younger eagerly jumped up to close in behind you once again, his large hands groped the flesh of your ass, parting your cheeks to look at your twitching asshole. He was quick to ease himself back in as well, the elder giving him a moment to adjust before they picked up the pace, and from the way they were both moaning you could tell they were getting closer. You were glad as you were definitely getting tired during the rigorous fucking sessions these two always put you through. 

Jungkook’s strength astounded you, he was practically picking you up and pulling you back back onto his length, doing most of the work while Taehyung fucked up into you with practiced ease. It was more frantic now, all three of you driving towards that blissful finish as you often did to start off the morning, although you’d be having an extra long sleep in for sure after this. 

Your swollen breasts were now perfectly in Taehyung's face, bouncing with each thrust and he couldn’t resist leaning forward to draw one of your puffy nipples into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. Your moans grew louder at the sensation, not to mention the way his chest began glistening as droplets landed there from the other peak. Not in a million years would you grow tired of seeing one of them latch onto your chest and suckle on the sensitive nubs, particularly now that you were pregnant and lactating. It just made them far more keen, the hormonal men brimming with spunk always ready to fuck their cum into you in whatever hole they could, showering you in praise after for being so good and fertile for them. Jungkook particularly would stare at your belly, definitely daydreaming about you pregnant with his child next. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind too much that you didn’t have his baby growing inside you, it only antagonised him and gave him cause to try and outdo his hyung. It was a blessing you had such high libido or this relationship certainly wouldn’t have worked out so well, but the three of you had somehow achieved harmony.

“I-ugh, hyung! I’m gonna, uhhhh, gonna come!” Kookie cried.

“You can come Jungkookie,” Taehyung growled, his own words strained as his high approached. Jungkook was the one to peak first, pushing his thick cock into the hilt, stilling slightly as the warmth of his cum flooded your ass and he let out a string of high pitched moans. You were next, thanks to Taehyung furiously slamming into your swollen, sensitive cunt. As soon as you gripped him tightly in the throes of your ecstasy, he finally came as well, filling up your pussy with his warm, thick seed.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, panting hard and he pressed a kiss into your hair. “You’re always such a good girl for us, isn’t she Kookie?”

The three of you were dazed in your sweaty, post orgasm bliss, soaking up the sweet moment. The younger man hummed in agreement and parted your cheeks, staring at the copious amount of cum oozing from your spent orifices. You were sore but satiated, happily soaking up the tender moment until Jungkook exclaimed,

“Now that is the best creampie I’ve ever made!”

➻ A/N: This fic took me six months to write...so I would really appreciate a little bit of feedback! 

Part Two: & Everything Nice coming soon! 

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They Want Us To Burn || Alec Volturi ||

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of violence, mild horror, mentions of blood and death. 

Words: 6263 

Summary: So this turned out to be a little longer than expected but I found once I started writing I couldn’t stop so...

From Alec’s point of view, this is what happened the day the Witch Twins burned. 

He took a deep breath, pressed a palm into the soft dirt beneath his knees, closed his eyes, and thrust his head under the surface of the water. The springtime meant warmer weather, but the rivers were still filled with water left over from the winter snow melt. The perfect place to bathe after a frankly awful day. He’d tended to the allotment in the early morning, his back to the sun as it rose since he had no time to admire the beauty of spring if he wanted to plant enough crop to harvest over the summer and autumn months. The late morning to early afternoon gave him time to hunt and check the snares he’d set in the woodland surrounding their home, and after a quick lunch that Mother had prepared, he was off to the fields to earn a pittance for his labour that would help pay the taxes due to the maddeningly fat bastard of a Lord who owned the land their small village was settled on.

The fields were not a nice place to be for Alec, but he’d been turned away from every other job he’d tried to get to earn some coin. He wanted to provide for his family the way he saw other men doing, and as the only man in his household it was his duty to do so, but he could only earn so much if he acquired no skill. His father was not someone Mother spoke about often but he knew he was a foreign born soldier. Whether he was dead or alive, Alec couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t want to be anything like a man who had abandoned his family without a second thought, but he could admit that perhaps their lives would be far easier if the man had stayed and taught him some sort of craft. The butcher’s son was already working at their store as was the cobbler’s boy, and the blacksmith’s son? Well, he was being apprenticed to a man in London of all places, sure to make quite a fortune.

His free hand ruffled and ran through his hair, once, twice, three times over, and then he resurfaced with a quiet gasp. Alec liked to swim when he could. There was a lake deep in the forest, perhaps more of a pond, but it was crystal clear and large enough for him to get a few laps in. He’d learnt by accident. One of the few friends he’d had before they had been driven away had pushed him into the river while they playful fought one day, and jumped in to save him when he realised he couldn’t swim. Underneath the water everything was silent. There was nothing and everything all at once, and obscured kingdom of quiet he liked to visit when the real world got to loud. Most of the time now he was too busy working to provide for his Mother and sister to visit his pond anymore. 

Wiping his wet hand over his face and across the back of his neck, Alec blinked the water from his eyes and refocused his eyes on the surrounding greenery, letting sound drift back to him as birds twittered and sung their sweet songs in his ear. Fledglings would be preparing to fly the nest soon enough and Jane would want him to come with her through the forest to help any who had fallen back into their nests again he was sure.

Alec shivered, feeling the water dribble down his spine as he ran his hand over his torso, under his pits. He was awfully sticky after working in the sun all day to till the land, ready to plant the potato crop that would sell at market and go to the Lord’s household. He had never seen the nobles house up close, but he’d heard the rumours from servants who came to market to restock the kitchens. The place was supposed to have high ceilings, long tables feasts that could feed the entire village could be held at and multiple rooms.

 Once he deemed himself clean enough, he sat back in the grass, resting his forearms on his knees and letting the sun dry the water droplets still clinging to his hair and skin, the damp strands now sticking down around his face. His hair had grown considerably and was just starting to creep past his shoulders now. He’d have to cut it again soon to keep it out of his eyes when he was working. The pay wasn’t great and nor was the company, but it provided enough for him to pay taxes mixed in with the income from the milk and cheese they sold from the goats.

The men he worked with varied in age, but Alec was by far one of the youngest. He was in his fourteenth summer now and notably smaller than those he worked with, yet still they gave him a wide berth as though he were the biggest and roughest of the lot. Jane was treated the same when she went to market to sell the cheese she worked so hard to make. Nobody dared come near the witch twins. The very name repulsed him, made bile rise in the back of his throat and his face scrunch in disgust, but there was no way they could rid themselves of the moniker now. Alec grabbed a fistful of grass, tearing it from the dirt and scrunching it in his hand with a huff. 

There’d been more name calling today, more taunts and jabs from the villagers trying to get a rise out of him. He wasn’t Jane. His sister rose to the bait almost every time, years of torment turning her bitter and hot-headed when they were forced to go into the village square now. Jane enjoyed snapping back, her words equally as barbed and making some of the toughest men recoil in shock at how wicked her words could be.

Alec didn’t like to give them the time of day, but that didn’t mean their words simply bounced off of him. Sometimes, like today, when he was already hot and bothered and just wanted to feed his family, their words lingered longer they should.

Not using your devil powers little witch boy?

Maybe he can’t without that freak of a sister near him. Ha! Imagine! All that power and he’s impotent unless there’s a little girl telling him what to do!

Better not rile the witch up, he’ll make your crop fail you know.

How do we know you aren’t tampering with this harvest devil spawn?

He tossed the scrunched up grass into the river, watching the babbling stream carry it away from him. Sometimes he wished he could do that. He wished he could just drift downstream and find someplace new, someplace nobody knew him or his reputation so he could start a fresh. Alec couldn’t honestly say he fully blamed the villagers for being suspicious of him or Jane (things did have a tendency to happen around them after all) but they never meant any harm. In fact, if anything bad happened it was because bad things had been done to them first and foremost. Still, it did scare him just how bold the villagers were becoming, and how out of control it all seemed to be. Just the other day the farmers youngest, no older than six, had hurled insult after insult at him, and Alec really had no idea how it had happened but he was certain it was an accident when the boy had turned and trod on that hoe. He hadn’t physically put it there, but…well it definitely hadn’t been there before either.

It had always been chalked up to coincidence by Mother – it was her favourite word nowadays. When the boys who had cornered Jane at market had complained they couldn’t breathe Mother had reminded them the day was hot, and the air thick. When the girl who had given Alec hope that perhaps he might have won her favour humiliated him in front of her friends, Mother had said it was a coincidence that she awoke the next day with horrendous boils on her face, sore and bursting and leaving ugly scars behind. Alec could safely say he never decided to do any of those things, but he had felt…different, when they happened. He could remember being angry, being scared, and feeling his fingertips tingle, his mind strangely warm, and then it was all over and something good had happened to those who had been good to him, while misfortune followed all those who had done him or his family wrong.

“Alec! Alec!” Jane’s voice was frantic, breaking him from his thoughts so suddenly it was jarring. He blinked owlishly, head swivelling to the right as he tried to gather his bearings. Jane was running towards him, the beautiful braid Mother had spent so long doing for her this morning now flying everywhere and her dress was tattered, stained with mud. The closer she got, the more he realised her head was soaking wet, her lip split and chin stained pink, like she’d had to wash blood off of her face. He shot to his feet, grabbing at his shirt and throwing it on haphazardly.

“Jane what happened to you!” he demanded, shock and anger fighting a violent war inside of him. His wide eyes took in every battered inch of his sister, his fingers curling into her upper arms as he hauled her into him. Jane never cried, so why were her eyes so wet? She shook, holding tightly to him as he tenderly stroked her hair. It was soaking, sopping wet compared to the rest of her. Her dress was hanging off of one shoulder now. Clearly whatever had happened had been violent, and the thought anyone might have harmed his sister drove him to near madness.

“Th-th village b-boys, they tried to – they were – they tried to-“ she stuttered, gulping for air and unable to get the words out. Alec tried to be patient, cupping her face in his hands and pressing fleeting kisses to her cheeks and forehead.

“Shhh sister, hush now, you’re safe.” He promised, brushing some wet strands of hair from her face. Jane sniffled, closing her eyes as she took some deep breaths, her slender fingers wrapped around his wrists. Given the way she’d run to him he didn’t think she was too badly hurt. There were no bruises on her skin he could see, just her split lip that looked to be quite sore.

“They tried to make me confess to witchcraft.” Jane whispered, sky blue eyes peering up at him and swimming with anxiety. She smelt something awful, like urine and barn animals.

“Make you confess?” Alec repeated, his tone growing darker as his eyes narrowed. Jane nodded, sniffling again and swiping her hands nervously down her dress. Jane was unflappable. She had a comeback for every occasion, a tongue sharper than any sword and a temper that was all consuming and violent as fire. It didn’t suit her to seem so afraid and meek before him now.

“The son of Godwin cornered me at market with his friends, and they dragged me to that boy Edgar’s house, you know the place that owns all the sheep? They kept – kept dunking my head under water in the sheep’s trough.” She told him, her voice starting to shake as her eyes went big, “I swear to you Alec I don’t know what happened. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know how the Smith’s boy began to choke.” Jane began to cry again, looking alarmed and pale as she fell into his chest. Alec wrapped her tightly in his arms, somewhat frozen in shock himself. It wasn’t the first time those around Jane had suddenly found it difficult to breathe, but someone choking was far more sinister. He doubted it would be forgiven or explained away as easily as their other coincidences had been.

“Jane we must go.” Alec said firmly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and marching with her back through the grass towards the dirt path that led to home. His mind raced, his concern growing as Jane didn’t bother to argue with him as she usually would. He took a sharp inhale as his sister stumbled beside him, falling to her knees and trembling head to foot.

“I killed him Alec. I think I killed Harold the Smith.” She whimpered, eyes shining with tears. He stilled, a shiver running down his spine. Dead? She had killed the blacksmith’s boy? He was due to go to London! He was his family’s pride and joy! This would not be taken lightly.

“Sister…how did you escape?” Alec asked quietly. Had the other boys just let her go once they had seen what she’d done to her friend? How many had witnessed the Smith boy’s demise? Was it gruesome? Alec found a morbid fascination with that last question, part of him hoping it was for all the torment they’d endured at his hands but knowing that the very desire to so much as hit him was a sin in itself. To wish a gruesome death upon someone…maybe he was the devil’s boy after all?

“They all just fell.” Jane whispered back, staring up at him from the floor.

“Fell?” he questioned. She nodded slowly, wiping furiously at her eyes before shooting to her feet. Suddenly, Jane was tugging him by the hand, the skirt of her dress kicking up clouds of dirt as he hurried to fall into step beside her. “Jane what do you mean they fell?” he repeated his question, voice slightly more panicked now.

“I don’t know brother! They began to bleed and then they fell! I don’t know what happened, but I didn’t mean to do it, you have to believe me!” she insisted. Alec nodded placatingly.

“Of course I believe you sister, but what you’ve done is…the village will not forget this.” He fretted, mind quickly turning to Mother. She would be waiting for them to return home, perhaps cooking supper as they hurried along. They had to get home fast, pack what meagre belongings they owned and flee. If Jane had truly killed the boy…the penalty for murder was death by hanging. Depending on the state that she had left the other boys in after her “trial” they might just torture her all over again before giving her the rope.

“Brother do you…hear that?” she asked, stopping suddenly. Alec paused, straining his ears until he caught it. It was a cacophony of loud, clambering voices, muffled by distance but slowly growing clearer. It was like listening to the raucous shouts of the villagers when they gathered to celebrate the Shrove Tuesday feast, but as the words of their chant became discernible Alec felt his blood run cold.

“Burn the witches!”

“Alec…”

“Run.” He whispered, staring with wide eyes at his sister. Jane’s jaw clenched shut, her eyes shining with tears. “Run Jane! Run now!” he bellowed, tugging on her hand to force her to keep pace with him.

Find Mother and get into the forest.

Find Mother and get into the forest.

He repeated the instruction to himself like a mantra. Protecting his family was all that mattered now. Their fate was certain, their place in the village now painfully clear. They were nothing more than scapegoats for all the rotten luck that befell others. Jane panted beside him as he focused his eyes on their house, forcing his legs to move faster. He didn’t dare look back, barreling in through the door and shocking Mother so badly she screamed, dropping the ladle into the pot she was busy cooking supper in.

“Alec what on earth-“

“Mother we must leave, the villagers have come for us!” he snapped, pivoting on his heel to reach for his bow. He wasn’t the best shot, but he would have to make do. His family needed him to rise to the occasion, to be the man of the house, to protect them.  

“But Alec why would they-“

“Mother there is not time! We must flee to the forest now! We can survive out there, I know we can, please!” he implored. Mother was too shocked to move for a long moment until she heard the shouting, Jane’s shrill cry to warn them of their impending visitors startling her into grabbing the skirt of her dress and hurrying towards the door.

“Hurry, hurry! Jane, come quickly!” she held out an arm and Jane immediately took her hand, Mother ushering her on ahead of them as Alec darted out of the door, nocking an arrow as he went and drawing back the bowstring. He let the arrow fly towards the crowd, a few angry shouts and screams as it landed near their feet ripping through the air. Alec could see the shining ends of pitchforks, the sharp curves of axes, the butcher holding his butchers knife up so the metal glinted dangerously in the sunlight. How could such a cloudless, bright day herald such a terrible fate for them?

Turning swiftly, he pelted towards the treeline, seeing his mother and Jane close to reaching the first few trees up ahead. His hand gripped his bow tight, heart racing as the blood in his body began to roar in his ears. Was this really it? What if they couldn’t get away? No, no he couldn’t think like that. He brushed quickly past his family, holding back the branches in their way and letting them fall back into place beside them. He moved much faster over the familiar hunting terrain, dismayed by just how slow his sister and Mother seemed to move. Tree roots tried to trip them, the patchy canopy sending beams of light to guide their way and leaving the forest unbearably humid. It hadn’t always been this warm had it? He could feel himself sweating again.

“Dammit!” Jane cried in frustration, yanking the skirt of her dress off of the sharp twig it had been snagged on, ripping the material. Mother crashed to the ground, hissing at the sting the impact left on her skin. Jane helped her back up as Alec reached back for another arrow. The villagers sounded close again, closer than he wanted them to be.

“We have to move faster, there’s a blind not far from here where we can hide till they pass.” He said, voice quiet but strained. Jane nodded determinedly, but Mother merely pushed her forward.

“Go there then.” She said, her eyes watering. Alec felt his own eyes widen. His chest refusing to take in air for a moment.

“No.” he whispered as Jane hurried to his side, gripping his arm tightly.

“I am only slowing you down.” Mother insisted, her hands bunching her dress into fists. She approached quickly, jerking like a puppet whose strings had been pulled tight. He couldn’t respond to her hug, her body warm against his and heart beating all too hard against his chest, body frozen. She cupped his cheeks and kissed the top of his head, a shaky smile crossing her lips before she repeated the motion to Jane.

“Mother no.” Jane begged, “Please come with us please!”

“We can make it Mother.” Alec said determinedly. He wouldn’t leave her behind. A real man would save all of his family, wouldn’t they? How could he leave the woman who had given him life? The woman who Jane looked so much like, with her golden hair and soft features. He shared her blue eyes. He still whispered her stories to Jane on nights nightmares kept her awake. He needed her still. He needed her always. Mother twisted her head sharply, the villagers sounding far too close as branches snapped under foot and animals scattered into the depths of the woods to avoid their wrath.

“No, we cannot, but you can. Go now my loves, look after one another. I love you always.” Her words broke on a soft sob and before either of them could react she darted back and to the right, moving diagonally away from them and beginning to bundle rocks in her arm. Jane tugged at his hand, but Alec could only watch as Mother, her blue eyes frantic when she realised they still hadn’t moved and she screamed for them to go once more. Her arm reared back, and a stone pelted the first villager through the break in the trees square in the chest. Coughing and spluttering, the cobbler clutched his chest and doubled over, heaving for air. Alec nocked his arrow and drew back the string, letting it loose without a second thought as his lips twisted into a snarl.

He didn’t recognise the man who went down, the arrow embedded into his shoulder. A swarm of people were advancing now as Jane shrieked at him to move, but Alec barely heard her. He could feel it again, that warmth in his mind, the way his fingertips tingled. His arm wheeled back and forth, nocking arrows and letting them fly. He wasn’t even aware of the obscenities he was screaming now at the villagers who were lunging for them, his ears buzzing as the adrenaline pounded through him at an alarming rate. His eyes were laser focused; tunnel vision pinpointed on Mother as she was shoved to the ground, landing hard on her elbows before she was pushed onto her back. The world seemed to move in slow motion after that, his throat feeling raw as he screamed and screamed, feeling the wind pick up around him as the stones Mother had once held as her only defence now rained down on her prone body.

Jane went down next having propelled herself forward to try and save Mother. She was tackled and pinned by the arms by two burly men that in the back of his mind, Alec recognised as some of the farm hands he worked with. He reached his arm back, furious now as they struck his twin across the face so hard the wound on her lip reopened, spilling bright red blood and making her eyes flutter. He grasped thin air, his blood running cold as he realised he was out of arrows. They were sticking out of various limbs, but it wasn’t enough to stop the mob coming for him, and he swung his bow up and around in a wide arc to catch the first attacker in the face. He was barely seeing faces anymore, each villager a blur as they rushed him. He was forced to the ground on his front, face smashed into the dirt once, twice. There was a sharp sting that ran through his nose, followed by a deep, fiery throb, something hot and wet running down into his mouth and making him choke and splutter.

“Jane!” he croaked her name desperately, vision blurring at the edges and staring to fade rapidly as an explosion of pain ricocheted through his ribs, his legs. He had failed. He hadn’t saved anyone. Mother was dead, Jane was…alive? Slung across the shoulder of the man before him, her hands bound and body limp, his sister’s chest rose and fell as she was carried like a sack of potatoes away from him. Alec couldn’t find his feet, feeling them drag over the sticks and stones littering the forest floor, his shoes sliding through something slick and wet. His blurry eyes could barely make out the discoloured, red splotch that was all that was left of Mother as he was dragged past her, two hands gripping his biceps too tightly and cutting off the blood flow in his arms as he was hauled along. Knowing he had failed made it a lot easier to accept the darkness creeping in on him.

He could almost pretend everything was normal when his eyes opened again. Jane was shouting profanities and curses at the top of her lungs, iron rattling as she shook her shackles and slammed the chain into the bars holding her in a cell. Every part of his body hurt. From head to toe Alec felt a deep-rooted ache, his very bones throbbing in protest of his every breath. The skin around his mouth felt tight, dried, congealed blood covering his skin. He closed his eyes with a wince as the image of his bloodied and beaten mother came to mind. She wasn’t Mother, not like that. She’d looked like one of those slabs of meat strung up outside of the butchers, battered and red with blood. He’d failed. Mother would never again sing as she cooked, which he had always claimed annoyed him but never confessed that they were songs he hummed to himself to pass time in the fields. She’d never patch up his clothes again, citing her favourite sewing rules to an unimpressed Jane, who simply didn’t have the patience for activities such as sewing. Never again would she sit with him when he couldn’t sleep, stroking his hair and reminding him of just how wrong they were, that her twins were her most precious gift and could never be a curse.

Alec felt the grief so acutely it stung in his chest like an open wound, a sharp, red hot knife plunged into his chest again and again and again. Jane’s shrill screaming was ringing in his ears, rattling around his brain, but he couldn’t bring himself to speak. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than lie there, in too much pain to move. Internally though, he egged her on.

Curse them all, sister. Summon whatever power the devil has bestowed us with and bring nothing but chaos to this wretched place.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed sprawled on the floor, but the stone was uncomfortable and began to turn his limbs numb. Alec found himself grateful for it, the pins and needles making his pain worse only briefly before his sprawled figure was simply numb to every physical sensation, and it was marvellous. A quiet sigh of relief escaped him and he closed his eyes, willing his mind to do the same as his body, to shut down and let everything go. He could hear the hustle and bustle outside, an animated kind of buzzing. A strange kind of anticipation filled the air and he knew what it was for, though he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge it. Everyone knew what happened to witches, and he had maimed many villagers with his arrows to only add fuel to the fire. Their ending would not be pleasant, their parting from this world all too soon and all too painful. He prayed the numbness in his body would last.

“Alec?” Jane’s voice was hoarse, her screaming having worn down her throat. He stared at the stone ahead of him, heart aching in his chest as his eyes burned with tears. She sounded so afraid, so uncertain and saddened. The cells stank of human waste, of old blood, the straw on the floor long since mangled and discoloured by various stains he didn’t want to think about. He managed to take block out the foul smell so it no longer made him nauseous at least. It wasn’t until Jane called his name again that he found the will to respond.

“Forgive me sister.” He murmured.

“Alec.”

“I have failed you. I failed Mother. I cannot save you.” His voice was oddly thick, the air unable to escape his crooked nose and making some syllables come out a little garbled, but Jane understood him nonetheless. She always had. Without a word, she curled herself onto her side and reached her hand through the bars of her cell, stretching her hand as far as it would go across the floor towards him. Alec swallowed, shakily reaching for her. There was no pain, his body far too numb to it now, he couldn’t even feel her skin against his, but he held fast and tight to her hand like it was a lifeline, his only anchor in a world that suddenly didn’t make sense anymore. Why them? Why did they have to suffer? Why couldn’t people have just been nice to them? They remained silent, the dark aura that emanated from Jane only growing worse as time wore on and the sun began to dip in the sky. It was like watching a storm cloud grow more violent, lightning crackling around and waiting to strike.

Alec on the other hand finally got his wish. Everything stopped. The grief that was held heavy in his heart disappeared, but so did everything else. They were building his pyre, time was marching towards his death but…it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. He had been a good son, a good brother, given time he might have even been a good man, but fate had decided for him and who was he to argue with such powerful forces? When the door slammed open Jane’s grip on his hand tightened, but Alec could only stare blankly at the alderman pointing a gnarled finger at the pair of them. The farm hands he worked among came striding for his cell.

“Get up witch boy, meet your reckoning.” He knew Alfred well, had thought they were perhaps friends. Huh, what an odd situation, to be put to death by a boy you had worked with. He didn’t move, merely stared unblinkingly back at them until they forcibly dragged him to his feet. No pain, nothing. His brain had shut it off by now, and everything else had shut off to as he stumbled out between them, Jane thrashing and snapping at her own escorts behind him. He squinted against the bright light of the torches held aloft by so many of those who had shunned them. He did not feel fear or dread, when he saw the stake driven into the ground, a platform of wood surrounded by logs and branches from the very forest they’d tried to escape into. Perhaps the rope was rough, perhaps it wasn’t. He tested its strength, tugging lightly so the rope was forced to strain a bit against the wooden pole forcing him to stand straight. It didn’t give an inch.

Jane was forced to submit, Alec watching as they drove a fist into his sister’s gut to incapacitate her long enough to tie her down. She struggled viciously, her eyes murderous and flashing over each and every villager before them with her teeth bared. Alec traced the bruised and bloodied visage of his sister one last time, committing the image to memory before turning to face the crowd. Whole families had gathered, some looking excited while others looked morbidly fascinated, like they wanted to be somewhere else but couldn’t bring themselves to ignore the spectacle.

“Alec, Alec look at me.” Jane snapped. He turned his head, dead eyes finding hers for the last time. He had failed her.

“I love you, Jane.” He said, and even though his voice was devoid of emotion he knew she understood just how much weight the words carried.

“There is nothing to forgive Alec, I love you to.” She promised.

“The witch twins have plagued us for long enough! Sickness has befallen our children, our crops have failed, diseases have riddled our livestock, and now they have taken the lives of five young men!” the alderman cried. So Jane had taken down five of those boys had she? Good. The crowd was screaming, the families of the boys shouting curses and thrusting their torches high. Alec knew he should be afraid, but what he could now to stop this? Perhaps the afterlife would be kinder to them? Surely God would know they had never intentionally caused harm to another living being?

“Burn the witches!”

“Purge this village of the devil children once and for all!”

The alderman nodded placatingly, his hand rising and falling in a calming motion to settle the eager crowd. Beady green eyes met Alec’s very briefly, and Alec stared back, unblinking, unflinching.  

“For their crimes against our village, the crime of witchcraft, we sentence these two devils to burn at the stake! May God free their souls from the wretched evil that consumes them!” he spat, tossing his torch down onto the branches at Jane’s feet. She let out a blood curdling scream and Alec felt the first flicker of something ignite in him as more torches followed. It rained fire for a few short seconds, and then the acrid smell of smoke was filling his nose, choking his lungs. There it was, fear, anger, despair, disgust. It roiled in his gut like an angry serpent.

“You’ll all burn in hell! Each and every one of you will burn in hell for this!” Jane screeched, struggling viciously as the flames began to lick upwards. The dry kindling caught quickly, bringing his death closer and closer as Alec began to squirm, gritting his teeth. It was growing uncomfortably warm, his eyes burning and lungs spasming as he tried to breathe around the thick, foul smelling smoke invading his airways. He coughed, eyes narrowing on the flames nearing his feet. Jane’s screaming changed in pitch and tone, the anger and malice her voice had once conveyed replaced instead by agony and terror. His head snapped to the right, seeing the leather of her shoes melting into the wood as the flames reddened and charred her ankles, bright orange fire steadily crawling up her dress. His eyes watered, his own feet now hot, burning hotter and hotter as the flames grew higher. They licked at his skin like a thousand angry bee stings. Alec could feel his flesh bubbling and melting slowly as the fire penetrated layer after layer of skin until his very bones felt like they were starting to curdle in the heat.

He couldn’t contain his voice anymore, a strangled scream escaping his lips as he tossed his head back against the wood, trying to move his feet away from the flames encroaching on his skin. He had never felt pain like it and he silently begged for it to end, for something to douse the flames and cool him down. He felt sick, his mind growing fuzzy from lack of air, though he was painfully and shamefully aware of the way his bladder voided once the fire reached his thighs. The torment seemed eternal, stretching on and on as his flesh peeled away, his fuddled mind conjuring images of Mother peeling potatoes to go into their dinner, teaching him to do the same. He would do anything for her to wake him now from this nightmare. The flames leapt suddenly with a gust of wind, pushing through his shirt and onto his chest, but he couldn’t even scream anymore, not enough air in his lungs. His body sagged against the wooden pole, his brain struggling to process the sensations anymore as he finally, mercifully, went numb to it all once more. Vaguely he understood that this was the end, that he was close to passing from this world to the next.

Black shapes flitted in and out of his vision, dancing across his eyes. His ears were ringing with the screams of the villagers, and a deranged, choked laugh escaped his battered lips. Demons, it had to be demons. Maybe they were the devil’s children after all and he had sent a welcome committee to escort them all to hell? He prayed for it in that moment, as muddled as his thoughts were he thought of the demons and how their claws might rip into those who had done this to them, thanked his father for the blissful numbness that had overcome him now and stopped him feeling pain. The demons hovered over him now, pale as the moon and shrouded in darkness, vividly red eyes beaming down at him. His eyes fluttered shut, waiting for the inevitable. He had expected it to perhaps be quick, a slash of the creature’s claws through his throat maybe. It certainly started in his throat, liquid fire pouring into him and forcing his blurry eyes back open in shock. He couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, but his eyes wheeled desperately to find someone, anyone who could stop this.

The fire built and built, and then it overflowed, pouring through his veins and spilling down into his chest, encasing his heart and flooding down to the tips of his toes until his whole body was encased in a burning more vicious than anything he’d endured up until that point. His voice was too broken to make a sound, but his mind suddenly seemed to fire up, working faster and more efficiently than ever before to try and process the agony he was in. As his vision faded again, he felt his body tremble. He was trapped inside of his mind, unable to open his eyes anymore and encased in a shell of burning flesh, being torn apart and remade from the inside. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Was this hell? Was this what the rest of eternity would be like? Where was Jane? Had death been kinder to her? He hoped it had. Whoever had done this to him, whatever awaited him at the end of this ordeal, he used his last coherent thought to make a solemn vow.

The world is going to pay for what it did to us sister, and our enemies will know no mercy from my wrath.

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Shattered hearts and clean shirts

Pining!Sero Hanta x f!reader (slight Cheater!Bakugo Katsuki x reader)

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf and lowkey weeb 💖I’m here with an extra long angst/comfort fic featuring best boy Sero! Best boy doesn’t get the love he deserves sometimes so I’m here to change that! Also shoutout to my writing senpais who were so incredibly kind and sweet to me as to show my Shinso fic love. I’m sending lots of love your way! I also hope you don’t mind me tagging you 💖💖💖 @queensynderella @kingtamakimurder @ikinabi @trafalgar-temptress Extra A/N: Another writing senpai gave me permission to tag them so here they are @quirkless-fics @thedreadthread Thank you again senpais 💖🥺💖

Sero always considered himself a plain looking guy. He thought he was nothing special with a plain quirk and weird elbows. You always made him feel special, beautiful and loved. You tended to do that with everyone you met apparently cause you scored yourself a relationship with the angriest and most volatile student of UA along with a school wide reputation of being the kind cutie who you could get patched up by without any embarrassment. You were gentle, kind, and patient with a strong quirk to go with it.

You were blessed with a quirk that made any living thing grow or heal at the expense of your own energy. Gently touching a broken arm would heal it within a few seconds, whispering sweet words to a dying flower made it spring to life and bloom brighter than ever. The plants you spring to life heeding your commands, forming walls and giant thorns seemingly out of nowhere. Your undying need to want to heal and make things better earned you a spot in class 1-A.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who thought that, noticing his ash blonde friend take a liking to you because he was too prideful to go to recovery girl at times. You made your way to the bakusquad. Befriending the energetic redhead and blonde first. Eventually you made your way around the whole crew.

Mina was overjoyed to have another girl in the squad. Always having sleepovers and girls nights, wasting away the hours filling your faces with junk food and talk of boys. So when she learned you had a small thing for the ash blonde she immediately went to work. Soon enough he saw you chatting with the blonde and saw that something was happening much to his own dismay.

His heart would squeeze in his chest, making it almost impossible to breathe when he saw how Bakugo was treating you. He always called you “bandaid” and “shitty girl”. You always brushed it off with a smile and always helped him along with every student in the school. When he heard Bakugo loudly announce to the class that both of you were dating along with the threats to kill whoever came too close, he thought his heart would fall to the pit of his stomach.

He was pining after you almost painfully, he saw how Bakugo should shake off your hugs and call you clingy when you tried to hold his hand. His heart ached at the thought that you would be okay being treated like that. You were always brushing it off as the excuse that he was shy and saying he would open up soon enough but he was always observant. He saw the way couples would hold hands and give small kisses in public, he noticed the hurt in your eyes at the thought of never having that feeling. He saw the flashes of sadness in your eyes and the small sighs when you were particularly upset one day.

Sero did what any good friend would do and talked you about it, knowing keeping feelings bottled up would only leave them to explode. He pushed aside his feelings and gave a chance to let out your feelings without being judged. He caught you after class one day, saying he needed to talk to you about an assignment. Bakugo was nowhere in sight and that made him sigh in disappointment. How could he just leave such a beautiful girl by herself and call her horrible nicknames? He couldn’t fathom it.

“Hey Sero, what’s up? You need help with anything?” You smiled brightly at him, he thought he would be blinded by it. He stopped himself before he could get too lost in his one sided love for you (ouch). He grinned back immediately “Actually, I’m fine for right now. Maybe I could use your help later with some home work. But I just wanted to ask are you okay? Ya know like emotionally? I promise I won’t tell anyone. You just seem to be upset a lot more and I was wondering if I could help you with that” he spoke nervously. You on the other hand were caught off guard. Your eyes widened a bit and your lips parted for a split second before you smiled shyly at him.

“Oh geez am I that obvious?” You looked him shyly, your hand covering the side of your neck. He thought it was cute you picked that habit up from Kirishima while also wondering what other habits you picked up from the rest of the squad. “Well yeah I’ve been upset, I’m just really sad and frustrated right now. But let’s go somewhere more private yeah?” You moved your hand to wave at him to follow you. You both headed straight for your dorm and gently ushered him in. You locked the door before taking off your shoes and tie.

He took off his shoes and left them next to yours and gently put his bag down by the entrance. He saw you make your way over to your bed and plop down on it. A small blush made its way to his face as he was hit with a tsunami of nervousness. He was here, in your ROOM, ALONE, WITH THE DOOR LOCKED. If he muscles got anymore stiff, he thought he would pass out.

Your light giggle made him relax and look over at you. You were still sitting on your bed and looked up at him with amusement, you smiled at him cheekily. “No need to be nervous Sero, I just wanted to talk to you. Nothing more, I don’t bite unless ya ask ya know?” He blushed and did the kiri embarrassed move. “No I know” he chuckled and moved to sit backwards on your desk chair across from the bed. He gave you a friendly smile and small nod as if pushing you to continue.

You took a deep breath and flopped down on the bed while staring at the ceiling poster you have of your fav band. “Well I’m just really frustrated and sad, it’s all about dating Katsuki. Like yes he’s nice to me in his own way but how hard is it to hold hands in public? Show me he’s interested? It feels like all I’m doing is annoying him” you sighed and propped yourself up to look at him. His black eyes never leaving yours and giving you another minuscule nod to tell you to continue.

“People ask questions you know, and it just makes me sad because I keep making excuses for him. Like how many times do I have to come up with some random line? Why do I feel like I’m always giving and I’m never getting anything back? Am I asking for too much Sero?” You ranted in frustration, looking at him for answers. He blinked slowly and inhaled slowly before exhaling and loosening his tie.

“I don’t personally think you’re asking too much, I agree with you actually. Like how hard is it hold hands? Yeah maybe he’s too pussy to buck up and show the world he’s dating you. But not even in private he’s sweet to you?” He asked. You shook your head slightly. “Well I guess he’s nicer and calls me babe. But still doesn’t hold my hand or anything. He gets angry at me when I talk to any other guy outside of him.” You sighed again, he noticed you seemed to do that a lot today.

You and Bakugo were still new, only a few months in. You wouldn’t say it was love but you liked him quite a bit. Your patience with the explosive blonde was never ending it seemed. Until one day you were avoiding Bakugo and the rest of the squad like the plague. He found you sitting underneath the trees in the courtyard, just looking up at the trees during lunch. Your slumped shoulders and dull puffy eyes and tears threatening to leak out immediately putting him in a state of alarm but decided to leave you for the time being. You’ve grown quite close to the ravenette, now you considered each other close friends. He hoped for more from you but he never got his hopes too high, just keeping it to daydreaming in class and free periods.

He noticed you were off today. During training with the class, you were being harsher than usual. Sending small spikes into your unlucky training partner and much larger precisely aimed thorns into their clothes to pin them to the ground. Whispering into the air and summoning bright green vines to shield you if someone ever got close enough to you. If they bursted through your vine wall, you came at them with thorns the size of large hunting knives and slashed them up almost ruthlessly. You didn’t talk much and your eyes held regret everytime you healed small pinpricks and cuts on your opponent after your sparring. Just muttering a small sorry and you were off to your next sparring partner.

Once the end of the school day arrived he immediately looked for you, the rest of the squad going off and finding Bakugo to question what he did to make you this upset. He found you in the same spot you were at during lunch and quickly sat down next to you, putting an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, placing your head on his chest and your legs on his lap while resting his chin on top of your head. He could feel the shaking in your entire body before he heard the muffled sobs in chest. He ran one hand on your lower back and the other rubbing comforting circles with his thumb on your calf.

He didn’t say anything and he didn’t need to yet. He just pulled you closer and held you tighter while your muffled sobs continued to soak his shirt. He didn’t care that you ugly sobbed all over him, the only thing he cared about was making you feel better. Your sobs turned to hiccups and that turned to semi even breathing.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him but he sure as hell looked at you. He couldn’t help but think you look adorable, wiping your red eyes and pink nose with your sleeve. You thought and felt like you looked disgusting so you still refused to look at him. He sighed in defeat, not wanting you push you any further cause the last thing he wanted was to make you cry again.

He rested his chin on your head once again, never removing his hold. You found comfort in it as a bit awkward as it was. His heart was beating steadily and a bit faster due to worry. He was hoping you didn’t notice. All he wanted was for you to be happy and feel loved, even if it wasn’t with him. In his perfect fantasy world, you two would have dated from the start. But this world isn’t perfect.

“H-he was cheating on me, the entire time. I caught him in the act with another girl. And when I asked him how long, he looked at me like I was dumb and said ‘the entire time, you thought you meant something to me huh? You were just a prize to be won, another achievement over stupid Deku’ and I left. Is there something wrong with me? Is that why he cheated? I did all that I could to make him happy but my best just wasn’t enough” you cried. Sero’s eyes widened and his body tensed, you could almost see the words slap him in the face. He knew Bakugo wasn’t the gonna win any awards for ‘person of the year’ but he didn’t know the ash blonde could be this cruel.

He held you close and moved his hand to softly pet your hair, trying all his might to soothe you without revealing his true intentions for you. He was still hopelessly in love with you so seeing you sobbing almost made him confess. Although he wasn’t the most book smart, he knew how to read people and socialize like a pro. He held the almost painful flowering of the love he had for you.

“Oh sunflower, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. I had no idea that this was even happening. The rest of the squad went to go after him after I went to find you. They must be beating the shit out of him right now and he definitely deserves every hit he takes.” He spoke softly to you, almost afraid of you bursting into tears again. Almost on cue, your sobbing continued but harder this time. All the times you had hope for the blonde and for the patience you had for him wasted, reality harshly scattering your romantic dreams to the wind like ash. You cried for the you a few weeks ago when you were so stupid and blind.

He just kept holding you, reassuring you that you were a good person who tried your best and that Bakugo was in the wrong here. Your sobs turned to sniffles soon enough and he decided that he needed to take care of you. He gently moved you off his lap and stood up, holding a hand out to you. The beating of his heart against his rib cage felt painful. He hurt because it hurt him seeing you so sad and his heart ached at the thought that you thought you were never good enough for anyone.

He put on a small comforting smile as he spoke. “Hey sunflower, lets go somewhere more comfortable okay? How does my room in the dorms sound? We could watch movies and you can let out everything judgment free.” He gave you the cute nickname one day when you sprouted the flower and handed it to him after he a particularly rough day. You presented it to him with a smile that rivals the sun and ironically told him that his own smile lit up a room better than said flower. His heart leapt in joy and soar at the memory but he hoped he would never have to use it in such a terrible situation.

You took his hand and he helped you to stand up. A small wavering smile on your soft lips while you held his hand tightly. “That sounds good Sero, I’m so sorry about ruining your shirt. I’ll wash it and return to you tomorrow after you change.” Your voice was heavy with sadness. He was walking the both of you with your fingers intertwined to the UA dorms while you spoke. The distant sounds of shouting from the bakusqaud and explosions filled the air and your wavering smile steadied for a bit after thinking about how hard everyone was chewing him out, especially your ‘sister from another mister’ Mina.

You both arrived at his room, immediately taking off your shoes and making yourself comfy in his hammock while he went to the bathroom to change his clothes. You didn’t even think about leaving or changing until Sero spoke. “I left extra clean clothes in the bathroom incase you wanna change out of your uniform. I know how hard today has been on you so feel free to go in and change if you want to. You also don’t have to worry about cleaning my clothes by the way, I’m doing laundry tomorrow.” His normal friendly tone sending a small spark comfort to your broken heart.

You nodded and said a small thanks as you went to the bathroom and changed into the pair of grey sweatpants and random band tee he set out for you. As you slipped them on, the smell of laundry detergent mixed with his natural scent of earth after a heavy rain shot a nice warmth through your entire body. His clothes were big and so incredibly comfortable that you couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your face.

You exited the bathroom with a small smile and Sero immediately noticed how cute you were dressed in his clothes. He fought the heat that tried to make its way to his cheeks and ears with the clearing of his throat. He made his way to the beanbag next to his hammock that was facing the tv. He looked at you once again with his signature grin. “So what do you wanna watch?”

You didn’t get a chance to answer his question when the rest of bakusquad burst into his dorm, all scuffed up and dirty. Kiri and Mina immediately crying and tackling you in a bone crushing hug, apologizing and saying you didn’t deserve it. You smiled and squeezed them back and let them cry on your shoulders, you laughed internally when they seemed more upset than you were at moment. They were such good people. Kaminari was in idiot mode so Sero took care of him.

You and the squad spent the rest of night having a sleepover and watching movies, their cheery and energetic attitudes distracted you and you found yourself feeling better. Mina and you had everyone do face masks at one point. The love they all had for you was almost touchable. The warmth in your heart spread throughout your entire being, you forgot about Bakugo for that night.

Sero decided to confess at a later date, once your heart healed along with the help of him and his friends. A loving smile suddenly plastered on his face during a movie roast session going on between you, Kami, and Mina. Kiri patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up and a bright sharp toothed smile. He smiled back at his red headed friend and gave a small shake of his head.

He was happy for now. Just knowing you were on your way to mending your own heart, and not being alone while doing that. If he was the one to tape together the final pieces, he would be more than happy to do so.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter four

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ Angst Word Count: 7,4K Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Requested: Yes (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that.

Y/n groaned as she cleaned her fresh cuts. Her arms ached badly as she tried to reach for her lower back. She hisses when the cloth touched her open wound. She was used to the feeling of the damp cloth dapping her skin, making it sting in process. She missed Changbin’s help at times like these. He always helped her cleaning he wounds and wrapping her up in bandages.

If it was up to Changbin he would bubble wrap her so she would be protected at all times. As she was putting away the bloody clothes, she received a message from Chan, who had given his number to her the other day.

Chan: Hi! :] Chan: Shall we discuss our date at the tutoring sess? ^^ Y/n: Yeah sure! Chan: Ngl I have the perfect date idea (≧◡≦) Y/n: You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you? Chan: hehe nope (⁀ᗢ⁀) Chan: wear something easy/casual tomorrow! Chan: Also it will be warm, but there will be a little breeze, so bring a jacket! Chan: Don’t want you to get cold Chan: And otherwise I’m giving you my jacket Chan: Hehe (=^▽^=)

To say that Y/n was beginning to feel nervous was an understatement. She’s never been on a date before and didn’t know what to expect. Especially from Chan: someone she’s known for years, but never really hung out with.

Chan: Also, I’m taking you out tomorrow after the tutoring sess Chan: So, be prepared (/^▽^)/

She threw her phone on ‘her’ bed as she went to ‘her’ closet. She silently thank Changbin for taking her out shopping the other day before he left the country. She created a pile of clothes as she ripped everything out of the closet.

Hoodies were too boring to wear, especially on her first date she felt like. Her blouses could get dirty and she didn’t know what Chan was planning. So she had no idea what he was up to.

“Something casual.” She muttered to herself. She then came across a blue leather jacket that Changbin had to buy her, because she ‘looked so fucking good’ in it. She put a black shirt with it and black ripped years, some sneakers and she was almost good to go. Loving silver accessories, she put on a silver necklace with a small dumpling hanging off it, that Changbin also gave her, but for her last birthday.

‘Because you’re my lil’ dumpling.’ He grinned that day. ‘I thought you were the little one-‘ ‘Hey!’

It was Sunday and the two were back in the Library. Chan had explained to her how he would take her to the park where he had a surprise. Before she could even ask him what the surprise was, he had suddenly taken both of their stuff, put them into his bag and he then left. He told her to wait right there as he walked off to somewhere.

Y/n felt a little like she was about to be set up.

But she sighed in relief when Chan walked back into the library. She started to burst out in laughter when she saw that Chan had changed into different clothes. He was now wearing a leather jacket, a black shirt, making his outfit unintentionally match with Y/n’s. His silver chain that dangled from his belt was now visible, since he had stuffed his shirt into his pants. Causing his features of his chest to be slightly outlined.

“I’m here to pick up a special lady to go on a special date.” Chan chirped as he magically revealed a rose into his hand that he then handed over to Y/n, who couldn’t help but blush. “Why thank you.” She said extravagantly as she batted her eyelashes, making him chuckle. “Just play along.” Chan mutters whilst shaking his head and smiling at her. “Where you taking me?” She asks him as she followed him to his car. “A surprise my love.”

She didn’t know her heart could do a somersault, but it sure felt like it did. The nickname played with her feelings and she didn’t really know how to react to it, so she turned her gaze away from him and stared out of the window. In the hope that he wouldn’t see her flustered state.

“Here we are!” Chan said with a bright smile as he held the door for her. Y/n gasped as he had taken her to Yeouido Hangang Park. 

The trees were in bloom with beautiful cherry blossoms, it was a view you just couldn’t take your eyes off. Especially in spring when it was just too lovely to not go outside. Y/n laughed when Chan revealed a braided basket and a blanket and pillows that he, tried to, hold. She rushed to him and took half of the stuff, before Chan lead the way to the perfect spot he had chosen. They were lucky since it wasn’t too crowded.

The two sat in silence after they had settled the blankets and the pillows. When their eyes locked, they burst out in laughter, because it still felt a little awkward. He got her attention when he gasped, muttering something about a thing that he almost forgot. Suddenly there was a plate settled in the middle of the two, and she burst out in another fit of laughter when Chan dramatically revealed the chocolate covered strawberries.

“But wait, it gets even better!” Chan chirped as he reached into the basked once again and got out a couple club sandwiches, which Y/n had to hold herself from squealing. He also brought juices and some games they could play together.

The date had only just started but Y/n felt like she would have a great time.

The time went quite fast as they enjoyed their time together on their date. Chan was very different on the date then he was at school. She had to remind herself that he was only acting like this because he wanted to give her the experience of an actual date, for some reason. She still hadn’t figured out why Chan did all of this, but at the moment she didn’t wanted to worry about that. She wanted to enjoy her wonderful time with the guy who she usually called annoying and a twat.

The sandwiched he had made were delicious as well. They were richly filled with chicken, lettuce, some tomatoes and a sweet, yet a little spicy sauce that gave the sandwich a twist.

“… I don’t believe you. You must’ve bought those.” She argued after finishing her sandwich. “I actually made them.” “I still don’t believe you.” She huffed playfully. “Alright, next time we hang out, you will come to my place and I will show you how much of a great cook I am.” Chan offered, sticking his hand out for her to seal the deal, which she obviously did. She believed him for the first time, but hey. Who would turn down a good deal for food being made for you?

The two also got multiple stare from other people who would pass them. Y/n and Chan looked like an actual couple, which made other people swoon over ‘young love’. The pair would just share a glance and start laughing at each other, because this must look ridiculously cute.

‘Who doesn’t want a date with someone like Chan? He’s handsome, he’s thoughtful, he’s- since when did I start noticing that?’ She asked herself as she caught herself swooning over Chan in her mind. 

She looked at him as he was too busy reading the UNO instructions. Even when he was focused, he was still cute. His cheeks were a little puffed from eating and his lips formed a small pout as he tried to understand the rules of the game they wanted to play.

Y/n didn’t notice how Chan had been shamelessly staring at he as well. He claimed that the light made her appear more beautiful than she usually looked, that’s what he tried to convince himself at least. He knew she wasn’t ugly, she was far from that. She had a particular kind of beauty that seemed to attract him. Maybe it was the fact that she showed him a different side of herself, only to him at the moment. She opened up to him and that made him feel attracted to her. As if she was only showing her true self to him.

He couldn’t deny that he didn’t like it, because he felt quite honoured to be exact.

As she munched on one of her strawberries, she was talking and he noticed how warm she could be, whilst she spoke about her love for cherry blossom trees. It made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and she loved spring in general. “Me too! It’s so colourful and beautiful.” Chan exclaimed, causing Y/n to ‘flap’ her hands in excitant. “I love spring, but Autumn is also amazing. It’s nice and chilly and the perfect weather for-“ “-sweaters!’ “Exactly!” She exclaimed happily, not ever thinking that she would bond with Bang Chan. Someone she highly disliked not even a month ago.

“Let’s take some pictures!” Chan offered, making her look at him in confusion. “What? Everyone does it on their dates!” Chan chirped as he stood up, only for her too keep staring at him as he moved around. “C’mon!” He laughed as he signed for her to stand next to him. She slowly got up and shyly stood next to him. He was smiling brightly into the camera, whilst Y/n on the other hand, her face behind her hands shyly, causing Chan to smile even brighter at her cuteness. “C’mon, show your face! You look great!” He complimented, making her slowly drop her hands as she smiled towards the camera, tilting her head a little towards Chan, making it almost seem as if she was leaning onto his shoulder.

The two would look at the pictures and pick out the best ones. The pink background made the picture look even better and Y/n couldn’t help but stare at the.

Later the pair starts to talk about music they liked and eventually Chan got out his Air pods and gave one to Y/n, so they could listen together. They would sit closer together as they enjoyed Chan’s playlist, which mostly was made of Ed Sheeran songs, which she liked listening to, since they gave the mood some softness.

“Do you want to listen to something? We’ve been listening to my playlist-“ “No it’s fine, we have a similar taste in music I guess.” She giggled as the song shuffled to another love song of Ed Sheeran’s. Chan smiled to himself as he looked to the ground before he got up on his feet.

“Can I have this dance my love?” Chan asked as ‘Perfect’ was playing through the Air pods. She laughed and took Chan’s hand that was stuck out to her. He held her by her waist as he pulled her closer to his body, moving slowly in sink on the beat of the music that was softly playing. The pair didn’t dare to look each other in the eye. Instead she had her head rested on his chest, his head resting slightly on hers.

He hoped that she didn’t feel his heart racing, he was so nervous to take her out. He had been acting confident, but he was shaking in fear to be honest. She looked absolutely gorgeous and he reminded himself to compliment her more on it, because she was one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen and known. Chan looked down at Y/n when she moved slightly away from him. His heart was beating harder in his chest as she looked him straight in the eye.

They stopped and stared at each other, feeling like the world had stopped for a moment and it was only the two of them. But in reality, they were being watched like a stalker by Sooyun. She was studying in the library as well and was planning on talking to Chan when he walked away from Y/n. But to her surprise he just passed her, whilst looking very handsome in his leather jacket and other regular clothes. She was offended that he didn’t talk to her. She turned around with a huff to see him returning to where Y/n was sitting. Sooyun couldn’t believe her eyes.

‘That’s why she’s dressed like that.’ She thought to herself as she felt jealousy taking over her.

Her jealousy intensified when she saw Y/n smile brightly at the flower she was just handed. And before Sooyun knew it she had followed them to the park. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, all she knew was that this needed to be stopped.

‘Chan shouldn’t be with a bitch like her. If she could just mind her own fucking business it would’ve been me that was taken out on a date with him.’ She said to herself as she sat behind a tree.

Sooyun: What is Chan doing with Y/n? Minho: Why do you care? Sooyun: None of your business Sooyun: I was just wondering because they were in the park Minho: In the park? Minho: What are they doing there? Sooyun: I don’t know Sooyun: Seems like they’re on a date Minho: Wtf Sooyun: same

Sooyun would smirk to herself.

‘Trap set.’

Her smirk would quickly disappear when she heard Y/n squeal as it suddenly started to downpour.

Y/n was still in Chan’s arms as they listened to the music that was playing, dancing romantically in the rain. She giggled and held Chan tighter, both of them not caring that they got soaked. She saw him smirk all of the sudden and felt his grip on her waist tighten as he twirled her around, making her squeal even louder.

“I never knew you were such a romanticist.” “There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me miss Y/n.” He said with a smirk. “Then tell me more.” She smirked back as she wrapped her arms around his neck this time. The two looked each other deeply in the eye, getting lost in their feelings as one of them started to slowly lean in. Suddenly Y/n winced in pain and jumped in shock when she felt something hitting her head.

“What happened?” He asked worried. “I don’t know, something hit my head.” “I can’t see what it is, the rain makes my vision blurry- speaking off. Want to go to my place? It’s much warmer and dryer there.” He offered with a giggle when he felt his clothes stick to his body. “I mean, I don’t have other clothes with me though-“ “Don’t worry, I got you.” He smiled.

They stuffed the basket before running back to the car, leaving Sooyun huffing and sulking in the middle of the rain.

“Nice job Sooyun, now she’s going to his place.” She whined, mentally scolding herself.

The ride to his place was rather short. So far, she has really enjoyed her time with him and she was surprised at how well he had been playing his roll. About ten minutes later they were in front of a big flat complex that stood bigger and taller than Changbin’s. She had to take the view in for a second and let it sink in. Chan would take her by her hand and drag her basically to his apartment. Which was, unsurprisingly, huge as well. The windows were standing tall and the room was very bright, even though the storm clouded the sunlight from entering the apartment.

“I’ll go get you some towels and we can shower.” Chan said as he rushed around. “Excuse me-“ “I’m sorry that came out wrong. We have multiple bathrooms. I didn’t mean it as in showering together. Fuck no- that came out wrong as well. I didn’t mean it as in you’re bad looking, you’re far from that- maybe I should just shut up for now. I’m blaming the cold for this.” Chan sighed, making her burst out in laughter.

“The bathroom is right there, you can use the towels in the cabinets under the sink- I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” “Chan?” “Yes?” He said as he stopped himself from leaving the room. “Clothes?” “I really am fine, I swear. I’ll go get you something.”

Before she knew it, Chan had returned with the biggest hoodie she has ever seen in her entire life. “I think that it would almost be like a dress on you. I also put a blanket right there if you want to cover up your legs, I wouldn’t care- Uh you just go shower now, I will also be heading to a different bathroom, to shower cause I’m cold as fuck.” “Thanks Channie!” The nickname slipped from her lips, but he didn’t seem to mind it. Instead he smiled and winked to her as he exit the room, leaving Y/n to shower.

The water felt comforting and nice on her skin as it warmed her up. Shortly after she tried her hair as much as possible before brushing it and diving into the big hoodie Chan had laid out for her. She laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was almost drowning in the hoodie, she looked very short as well since the hoodie came almost to her calves. She tidied up her used stuff before walking downstairs, the blanket wrapped around her waist to cover up her legs as well, since she heard more voices.

“There you are! Mom this is Y/n!” Chan suddenly cheered. His mother slapped the back of her son’s head when she saw what he had given her for clothes. “You left her like that!” “It was the best I had okay!” Chan argued back. “Don’t worry dear, I have your clothes in the washing machine and I’ll put them in the dryer later.” She said kindly before leaving her and Chan alone again. Y/n thanked her shyly as she sat down next to Chan, feeling embarrassed and timid, because of the way she looked.

Chan had yet again, never seen her like this and he couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. “Sorry about me not offering you my sweatpants, but most of them have to be washed and the others are actually uncomfortable, not that you think that I’m a weirdo or anything.” Chan explained with a nervous chuckle. “Calm down, I get it. I don’t even know if I would fit them. Besides, I feel like a little dumpling.” She giggled as she hugged her knees to her chest, covering her legs with the bottom part of the hoodie, turning her into a blob of softness. Chan’s heart felt softer as ever and he couldn’t help but express those feelings, by throwing himself back on the couch, whilst clutching his chest dramatically.

“You’re so cute what are you doing to me.” He cried out playfully, making her throw a pillow to his head, causing him to laugh as well. “Shush. Now, tell me mister Bang. What is it that I don’t know about you?” Y/n asked in expectation. “Well, I love music.” “That I didn’t know, but I’m not really surprised.” Y/n laughed. “Oh how come?” Chan asked, now waiting in expectation for her answer. “We literally listened to music and talked about music earlier in the park!” She laughed, which intensified when his face turned to realisation.

“That’s true.” “You have to keep in mind Chan, that you have tons of fans, who love to scream and fangirl about little facts they find out about you, in the middle of the hallways, in class, anywhere. I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace, without someone yelling something inappropriate about your abs or arms.” “What?” He asked flustered. “Don’t ask, I don’t know either.” She laughed with her hands up in defence.

“Well, you seem to know a lot about me.” Chan smirked. “Trust me, I’ve heard things about you, that you don’t even want to know.” She laughed. “Are there things about you then, that I don’t know?”

‘You have no idea.’

“I also love music, as in a way of I can play loads of instruments.” “Really? Do you want to play something?” Y/n wouldn’t turn down an offer to play music, since she wasn’t able to do it back home, so she took Chan’s offer and he went to his room to get his guitar.

She started to play a song that was all too familiar to Chan. “That’s my favourite song in the world.” Chan exclaimed after she finished playing ‘Tenerife sea’. “Really? I love the song as well, I love the guitar play in it, it’s just so soothing and harmonic.” “Right!” Chan exclaimed once again.

“Is the guitar the only thing you play?” Chan’s mother, who suddenly walked back into the living room, asked. “No, I can also play the piano, bass guitar, I can drum and I also play the ukulele and the violin.” “Wow.” “Impressive- I also see that you have tattoos.” She said when noticing her arms, her sleeves were rolled up because she was playing. “Yeah.” Y/n said, out of nowhere feeling a thick atmosphere. “Do you only play pop music?” “I teach myself everything, so mostly yes.” Y/n answered. “Chan was trained in classical music, it’s a shame that he doesn’t use those skills for a better good, but I guess that’s his loss.” She said, making the atmosphere even thicker.

“Mom, I think Y/n and I will be going upstairs. I want to show her my other instruments.” Chan said before dragging his date upstairs.

“I’m sorry.” He says in embarrassment. “No it’s, okay- wow.” Y/n exclaimed when she walked into Chan’s room. The room was decorated quite simple, there two different rooms, that were apparently Chan’s. He had one where he saved his equipment and instruments, and the other one is where he had his computer set up and where he of course slept.

Y/n was just in awe as she walked in, also too scared to touch anything, because at that moment she actually realised how rich Chan was. She suddenly felt intimidated about his status. She noticed that his mom was basically inspecting her. Luckily, she wasn’t actually dating Chan, the poor girls probably had to live up to a certain standard to date the Bang Chan.

He told her to take a seat wherever and was about to close the door, when suddenly the door was stopped and pairs of little paws were running around. The dog went straight towards Y/n and Chan saw he face lit up when his dog greeted the stranger happily. “Hello! Who are you! Oh, aren’t you a pretty girl!” Y/n squealed. “’Hi, I’m Berry and you shall be my new best friend!’” Chan said in a fake voice as Y/n continued to pet Berry enthusiastically.

“Berry- come here!” They heard a young female voice in the hallways, making Berry run away from the pair again, leaving them be. “Your room is huge.” Y/n exclaimed once again when there was a period of silence. “I know, it’s pretty dramatic to be honest. I’m not complaining though.” Chan chuckled. “Chan!” A young male voice boomed through the hallway. “Yes!” “I’ll be in your music room!” “Okay Lucas!” Chan yelled back, before they heard a door shut.

“How many siblings do you have?” She asked. “Two, excluding Berry of course. That’s my baby.” Chan laughed. “Lucas is the youngest and Hannah is the middle child. In total we’re with five people. It’s a blast.” “I’ve never had siblings. I bet that there is always something happening.” “There is, the other day we had a ‘dad joke’ competition. We could only communicate with puns and dad jokes in exchange for what we actually want to say or ask.” “Really? Shoot your best shot.” She dared him with a smirk. “You know I don’t really trust trees.” “Same, they seem kind of shady-“ “You’re not supposed to finish my joke!” Chan whined, leaving Y/n in a fit of laughter.

Their laughing fit would be interrupted by Chan’s mother who had Y/n’s clothes ready for her. “Your jacket had a stain on it, so it’s still washing. I think it will be done and dry within forty-five minutes.” “Thank you, ma’am.” “You’re welcome.” She mutters before walking out again. Chan handed her now freshly washed pants and they just stood there awkwardly. “You can go to the bathroom if you want to change?” “Nah, just turn around. I don’t want to walk around in a dress of a hoodie, that makes me look like a walking potato sack through the house, that’s full of people that I don’t know.” “Fair enough.” Chan chuckled before he turned away from her.

Y/n struggled to get her pants on, that shrunk a little in the dryer, making her have to squish herself into her pants. Eventually she lost balance and fell onto the floor, shocking Chan and making him turn around worriedly. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked whilst laughing as she was laughing her ass off as well, while her pants were up to her thighs. “Dried, shrunk pants are hard to get on, okay!” She laughed, tears streaming down her face form laughing so much. Chan helped her back on her feet and held onto her waist as she was about to fall once again. “Thanks.” She tried to say, whilst catching her breath.

She continued to lift her pants past her thighs before she told Chan to turn around again so she could wear her own shirt. Chan turned around, but he couldn’t help but notice from the corner of his eye the bruises that covered her back. He felt rude for staring, but he couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her figure. Her hands would straighten her shirt and he noticed, after a whole day being together that her knuckles were bruised as well.

“Chan?” Her voice tore him back to reality and he met her confused eyes. “S-sorry. I wasn’t staring. I-“ “It’s fine. You’re really panicky today.” She chuckles as she now looked at him, her hands on her hips, accentuating her waist, which his eyes couldn’t help but travel to. “Eyes up here Channie babe.” She jokingly waves her hand in his face, making him apologise once again. “It’s okay. If you were wondering what those bruises were, they’re from Kickboxing and Taekwondo.” “And your hands?” He asks carefully. “Also from kickboxing, I like training without gloves, so that I can feel the power that leaves my body whilst fighting. Besides, I get a thick skin because of it.” She smiles as she shrugged.

She wasn’t telling half of the truth, but it wasn’t half of a lie either.

“You must be still cold, you can leave the hoodie on if you want to.” Chan offered. “No, it’s quite big and besides I think I will be-“ She was cut off by a different hoodie, that was thrown into her face. “Wear that then.” “No-“ “Yes.” “Fine.” She sighed before throwing the hoodie on, which was still quite loose on her, but fitted way better than the ‘dress’ Chan gave her earlier.

“What do you even wear that thing for?” She asked him curiously. “I like sitting on the couch with that thing on. It’s like a big blanket you can wear around the house.” Besides, my mom and my sister usually hog the blankets when we’re with the five of us on the couch, so I better have my own then.” He explained whilst laughing.

The two would talk for some more and Y/n would end up walking home. She said the weather was still nice. Her jacket wasn’t fully cleaned yet and Chan told her to keep wearing his hoodie instead. “Are you sure I don’t have to walk you home?” “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the date. I really enjoyed it.” “Your welcome. It was me a pleasure to be your first date experience.” Chan bowed politely and laughed soon after at his own behaviour. “I’ll wash and return the hoodie for you later this week.” “That’s fine. See you at school then.” “See you Monday Channie!” She smiled before waving to him, without looking back.

Chan felt happy and ran straight to his room to catch a last glimpse of Y/n. He smiled like a goof as he watched her walk away, leaving him with nothing but a feeling of joy filling his body.

“How was your day Rat Tat?” Y/n asked her best friend as she laid on his bed. “It was great. We ate at this amazing restaurant and you will not believe it, I had fries.” “You’re unbelievable.” “What? You know I can’t say no to French fries.” Changbin whined over the phone. “I know, but you’re in Japan, go eat some sushi, Udon, Yakitori or whatever!” “I know I should, but I know you love Japanese food as well, so I will just miss you even more.” “You little sap, don’t make me cry.” She whined back, moving her phone away from her face so he wouldn’t be able to look at her.

“I do miss you though.” Changbin admitted. “I miss you too. The house is so empty without you guys here.” “These people aren’t keeping me sane either, I just need you by my side.” He said as he faked to wipe away a tear. “Also, Hyunjin has hired a temporary newbie. And he has been secretly crying to me that he misses you.” Y/n said with a smirk, making her best friend burst out in laughter. “That boy can’t keep his sanity without me.” “He really can’t, the newbie sucks. So I guess you guys will be having a rough month since you’re gone.” “I guess I got to get back on track when I get back then.” Changbin sighs in disbelief.

“Honestly, I think I could do a better job than that kid Hyunjin hired.” “Oh my fuck, that just says enough about the kid.” Changbin cried out. “Excuse me.” “Hehe, you love me Dumpling.” He winked, making her roll her eyes at him. “You honestly would do a great job though, you were taught by the best, also known as me.” He added with yet another wink.

“I think I have to go, I’m tired.” Y/n mutters, making her friend laugh loudly. “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you. Go eat something and take a nap. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye Binnie!” “Bye Dumpling!”

Y/n sighed when she hung up the phone. She missed her friend like crazy and she above-board needed Changbin by her side. She didn’t wanted to worry him with the news about her dad and the shockingly news that she was on her date with her now-less-annoying vice president.

Her thoughts were cut off by her phone, who signalled that she got a text from someone.

‘Did Changbin forget something to tell me?’ She asked herself as she reached for her phone again, but to her surprise it was Chan.

Chan: Hi (=^▽^=) Chan: Just wanted to say that I had a great time today Y/n: I had a lovely time as well Y/n: I’m glad and thankful that you did all of this for me Y/n: So thank you once again Chan: No problem! (〃⌒∇⌒)

She was smiling like an idiot and her smile turned even brighter when she received a selfie from Chan.

He was laying on his bed, looking handsome as ever. She got why all the girls in their school were crushing one him, but she had to remind herself over and over that he was just acting like this for the experience of the date.

‘Unless- No, stop it.’ She thought to herself.

She was still laid on the couch as her thoughts ran a marathon through her head. Chan made her feel some way after this date. He really had her wrapped around his finger, with his charming looks and his sweet smile, his cute preparations and the romantic moments like dancing in the rain.

It could be maybe at that moment where Y/n realised that she could be possibly falling for Chan. And yet again, she didn’t know what to do, how to feel about it and what to think. She felt like she was malfunctioning.

She had never felt like this before. And right now, there was no one there to help her figure it out.

Days had passed and it has been a week since Changbin had left for his cousin’s wedding-month. Y/n had washed Chan’s hoodie and had been looking all day for him. She obviously didn’t wanted to give him the bag, that contained the hoodie, in the middle of class, since they might get the wrong idea. But after class Chan seemed to be disappearing from her sight.

She felt confused since Chan acted normal again. He was back to his old self and she felt like an idiot for slightly thinking that it could had become otherwise. Y/n felt a little betrayed.

‘Did he forget about the date just like that? I guess it all was just an act then.’ She thought to herself as she sighed.

At the end of the day, she would go to the pool, where the boys were having their training session as usual. The warmth of the room was very oppressive, but so was the feeling Y/n felt in her chest when she didn’t saw Chan. She walked up to Felix, who was sitting on the edge of the pool, and asked where his friend was.

“He just walked out. He’s in the dressing room and otherwise in the coach’s office.” He informed her. To her luck she saw Chan in the office and she didn’t had to embarrass herself by asking other random boys, who were also half naked.

Chan would smile when he saw her, confusing Y/n for the umpteenth time that day. “Hey! What are you doing here?” He asked brightly. “I got you your hoodie back.” She mutters as she handed him the bag. The gesture kind of hurt Chan, since he felt the coldness coming from Y/n. “You know you could’ve kept it right?” “No, but it’s yours.” She argued back as she placed the bag in his hands. “I never wear it, so please keep it. That way the poor thing can be used at least.” He tried to joke, but he didn’t see a smile cracking from Y/n’s face.

The two were interrupted by a voice that caused Y/n’s body to cringe up. Sooyun almost skipped her way to where the two were standing and she immediately hung onto Chan’s side. “Are you ready for our date Channie?” She asked whilst batting her eyes ‘seductively’. Chan just sighed and muttered for her to go ahead. Y/n nodded her head, understanding what was going on. He was about to shoot her an apologetic smile, but she had already turned her back to him, leaving him sighing in frustration once again. She didn’t notice his smile falling as she did before he walked away with Sooyun.

Flashback

Chan was laid in his bed after Y/n had left. He was feeling joyful and he was sad that the date had to end. He genuinely felt so glad that he did what he did. And he was happy that he got to know Y/n a little better. Sooner enough, that happiness was cut off when he heard his dad call him down in a serious tone. He got the old-fashioned scold, where his parents would have to tell him not to hang out with girls like Y/n and hang out more with girls like Sooyun.

And not much later, her presents was added to his misery. He didn’t get why his parents loved her so much. Maybe because she was pretty and because she was also from a wealthy family. Chan never liked her like that though. He had never thought or seen Sooyun in that way. She was just a friend to him, or rather someone he knew. He didn’t hang out with her in his free time, by choice.

Here she was sitting next to him as they had dinner together. His siblings noticed the awkward behaviour of their older brother. “Channie you need to eat-“ “I’m not hungry.” He mutters as he pushed the plate in front of him away. “You need to, you could get unwell.” She whined. “She’s right Chan, at least eat your rice.” His father said, causing Chan to sigh and force the rice down his throat.

“So Sooyun, how is school going?” “It was going well, but I’ve been having some trouble lately with some classes.” She said with a pout. “Oh, maybe Chan could help you. He’s a great tutor.” “Mom, I already tutor-“ “It will be nice, you two can hang out as well that way.” She said with a smile, making Sooyun clap excitedly. “That would be great. We can also go on a date right after- let’s make it a study date! Oh how exciting!”

‘How did I end up in this mess?’

End of the flashback

Chan would be in the middle of his study date as he texted Y/n. When she received the text from him, she looked at it in confusion.

Chan: Hi (^～^) Y/n: Hi? Y/n: aren’t you supposed to be on your little date? Chan: I know, but I’m bored Chan: How are you? (　◠ ◡ ◠　) Y/n: I’m fine Y/n: go focus on your date

“Channie, can you explain it again?” “Why, I know you aren’t failing this class.” Chan groaned in annoyance. “Because I don’t understand this.” She whined.

‘Sure, an A student doesn’t understand the basics of science.’ Chan thought to himself before he explained for the third time.

Later when he made Sooyun work on an exercise, he whipped out his phone and texted Y/n once again.

Chan: Let’s meet tonight? Y/n: Why? Chan: Please? Y/n: fine Y/n: What time? Chan: 11Pm okay? Y/n: sure

Chan couldn’t wait for his study date to be over and to see Y/n again as soon as he threw his phone aside, in the hope for the time to pass by faster. “Channie, why are you hanging out with Y/n so much lately?” Sooyun asks curiously. “Because I’m tutoring her.” Chan muttered absent minded. “That doesn’t surprise me, she’s an imbecile.” Chan didn’t know how to respond, he was taught to rather not say anything when you don’t have something nice to tell.

Besides that, Chan was too busy thinking about the fact that he was meeting Y/n tonight again, which made his whole day a lot brighter.

Finally, it was eleven o’clock and he waited for five minutes in the park for Y/n to arrive. When she did, the two couldn’t help but smile when they saw each other. It kind of felt like a second date. Especially since they went out to some food truck for some early-midnight snacks.

Later they would be seated near the edge of the river and they chatted away. Chan would tell her about his life in Australia, how they moved back and fort due to his parents’ jobs. He loved it in Australia. Y/n would tell more about her adventures she had in Busan and so the night went on and time passed by rather quickly.

Their conversation would be cut off by Y/n’s phone that suddenly started to ring. She picked it up without looking, causing her to jump in shock when a heavy, booming voice started to shout at her through the other side of the line.

‘…you fucking piece of shit, just wait until you get home and I get my hands on you-‘ Y/n quickly hung up the phone and put it away.

“Who was that?” Chan asked her worried. “Probably a wrong number.” She lied before continuing to eat her food. He felt his heart soften for her as he looked at her, simply eating, making her cheeks slightly puff up.

“How was your little date?” She then asked him, sarcasm layering her tone. “Please stop.” He groaned as he laid back in the grass. “That bad?” She asked in amusement. “You don’t even know.” Chan sighed as he looked up to the stars that peaked behind the clouds.

“I don’t like her like that, you know? My parents pretty much forced me into this situation.” Chan confessed as Y/n leaned back next to him, her upper body resting on her hands that were settled behind her. “They don’t like me, do they?” She asked him bluntly. “Who?” “Your parents.” She states. “W-what do you mean?” He stuttered as he sat up to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to lie Chan, I’m used to it. The fact that people don’t like me, I mean.” She explained. “It’s the tattoos and stories that make people thing badly of me, but I wouldn’t want to change for anyone you know. I love these tattoos. My best friend set them for me. I know they are still a bit of a taboo here in Korea, but the comments still hurt you know. I’m a person too. But I guess that doesn’t matter, because we do not fit into their standards.” She added as she sighed.

Chan felt guilty for misjudging her like that as well. Those standards are so engraved into his mind, he didn’t know otherwise, until now.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he looked directly at her. “What for?” “I misjudged you like that as well in the past, but ever since I actually got to know you, I found out that you’re really cool and fun to hang out with. You’re so different from what everyone make you seem like. And I feel guilty and sad that I took other’s opinions and made them my own, without creating my own vision and view on you or anyone else.” He admitted as he looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

“I like seeing your softer side. Yes, you do have a tougher side which makes you, you. But I can’t deny that I don’t like to see you smile at the things you like, dogs per example. Just seeing you bright up by seeing Berry made me happy, I don’t know. Your soft side is very nice and it suits you well, better than you tougher one in my opinion.” Chan added. “I do have my reasons for that though.” She states in a serious manner. “And those are?” He asked. “Something I rather don’t want to talk about.” She admitted. “Maybe I can help you-“ “There is nothing you can do Chan.” “Really, maybe it can lift a weight of your shoulder.” Chan pushed. “Chan, I don’t want to talk about it-“ “You know I just want to help you right?” He sighed, feeling a little annoyed and frustrated at the same time. “And I told you that I don’t want to talk about it right. I stated it three times and you keep pushing.” Y/n snapped, making Chan realise that maybe he went too far.

“You know what, maybe coming here was a mistake. I have to go.” “Y/n please-“ “Thanks for the food Chan. See you around.” She muttered before walking off.

Leaving Chan with a heavy chest, because he knew he had fucked it up. Just when he thought that it was going to be alright.

Gif and pictures aren’t mine.

[sweetwritertanya]

Stubborn Diet (Part 2)

Summary: After dinner, you and Yoongi discuss what you said before, about not being beautiful, and he decides to prove you wrong.

Warnings: SMUT. Basically, there will be: erotic body touching, fingering, safe sex (for once; please always be safe IRL).

REQUESTED: YES! Quite a few days ago, hope it wasn’t too late!

Word Count: 2098

“Feeling better now?” he asked from the other side of the small table, having already finished his plate and silently watching you as you finished yours.

“Yeah. I had this huge headache since before, but I think I’m better now” you told him, cleaning your lips on a napkin.

“Probably because you changed your eating habits so suddenly with how stubborn you were” Yoongi admonished, frowning and his lips in a small pout as he spoke.

“You were the stubborn one. Going on a diet you don’t need” you countered back, crossing your arms defensibly.

“Okay, okay. We’ve been over this. No more diets” he appeased, getting up from his seat and grabbing the plates to put on the sink.

“Oh, leave those, I’ll wash them later” you told him, getting up from your chair as well.

“I wasn’t going to wash them. We have more pressing matters to attend to” he said, walking slowly back at you, almost predatory like.

You gulped dryly as he stopped in front of you, his hands interlacing at your lower back, but not pulling you quite against him yet. He was lowering his head to level with your eyes, the warmth of his body irradiating into you even as he was a few inches away. Your hands fell by your sides, not quite sure what to do now. Feeling a bit flushed, you looked up at his kind dark hooded eyes.

“Now, what was that you were saying about not being beautiful? I recall the word ‘ugly’ being thrown around” he stated, voice serious and deep, his breath brushing the skin of your face as he spoke. You stopped a shiver crawling up on your spine.

“Well… you were the one who thought you were fat, hence starting that stupid diet. If you dislike it that much, I could only assume you disliked me… I thought you saw me as ugly because of my weight” you admit to him, lowering you gaze to his chest because you felt uncomfortable staring at his eyes for too long.

“Quite the opposite” he said, and when you looked up at him he had a sad look in his eyes as his thin lips were pressing together in a straight line. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

You gasped at his words and kind gesture. Yoongi wasn’t really one to apologize, much less with such a serious tone. At least not to you.

“Allow me to prove your wrong.”

With that, he smashed your lips together once again, the unfamiliar movement still surprising you to no limits. His mouth was moving hungrily over yours, nibbling and sucking on your plump lips, variating the pressure from just a small graze to a bruising force. Your hands were clutching at the fabric of his shirt on the sides of his small waist, while one of his was holding the nape of your neck and the other feeling up your sides, thumb brushing the underside of your covered breast teasingly.

The feeling of his tongue licking your bottom lips made you moan loudly into his mouth. The hand on your neck angled it so he would deepen the kiss, taste you to the fullest, explore every inch he possibly could. He tasted vaguely like the dinner you two just shared and a hint of coffee and mint. His musky scent was enveloping you completely, your bodies now flushed against each other, no more space in between.

You didn’t even realize it until your bum hit the back of your sofa, but he was pushing against you so much, that you were forced to walk backwards. He was groaning now, the kiss growing needier and impatient by the second. One of his legs was in between yours, and you unconsciously rubbed against his thigh, moaning heavily at the friction you so much needed, your lips leaving his as your head fell back.

Taking advantage of your stretched neck, Yoongi started to nib and lick at it. Your hands were now moving up his body as well, up his chest, into his shoulders and down his forearms. He was so lean under his clothes, it bothered you how he could even think he wasn’t. When his hand found itself underneath your hoodie, you gasped at the feeling of his rough hand against your stomach and sides, his skin colder in comparison to your burning one.

“You’re so fluffy and warm…” he exhaled against the skin of your neck, you no longer being able to control the tremble up your spine. He lifted his head and the hand on the back of your head moved to your chubby flushed cheek. “It’s completely absurd that you don’t think you’re beautiful, Y/N. You are the most adorable thing ever” he scolded you, even with his lust filled eyes and wandering hand under your sweater.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Prove it” you teased him with a shy smile.

Smirk on his lips, he pushed you against him as he guided you to the other side of the couch, only to drop you gently on top of the cushions and slowly removing your top off.

“Now, now, don’t regret those words later” he warned, closing his eyes as he started kissing on your bare stomach.

“Never” you found yourself able to say before his warm slick tongue moved across your bellybutton, hands squeezing your abundant flesh at your middle, making it impossible for you to have another coherent thought.

Once your hoddie was off your body, Yoongi took no time diving in to your breasts, starting to kiss and suck on the available skin as his hand worked the hook on you back. The bra was gone too, and you found yourself in what you could only describe was the middle of heaven and hell, for his hungry mouth was pleasuring you too unbearable levels, every nib and flick of his tongue earning him moans and whimpers out of you. But you were squirming underneath him, his undivided attention on your chest only frustrating you, making you rub your legs together in order to get some relief on the pooling heat between them.

When your hips bucked up, unable to keep them stable any longer, you brushed up against him and he hissed. It was only then you noticed his arousal, evident on the front of his trousers. You had no time to really rejoice on that, though, for Yoongi was pulling down your pants and with them your panties, leaving you bare below him, you completely naked and he still fully dressed. He allowed himself to take mental note of your image, much to your embarrassment, before leaning down to kiss your lips again.

Distracting you with the love filled kiss he was giving you, one hand of his sneaked past your fleshy inner thighs and encountered your wet center, warm and glossy, waiting for him. You whimper loudly at the feeling of his fingers rubbing against you, bony fingers easily sliding inside you, making him groan.

“My Y/N…” he mumbled as he kissed down your neck and across your shoulders. “Already so wet and hot for me… So cute.”

“Yoongi…!” you hit him slightly on the arm, making him chuckle a bit.

“Hum… Ready for the real thing, beautiful?” he asks, smiling lovingly at you when you nod.

With one last peck of your swollen lips, he pulls you up from the cushions of the couch only to have you straddle his lap. He unzips his trousers and pulls out his erection, thick and veiny with a small curve to the side that has your inner walls clenching at nothing just from the sight. He then gets his wallet from his back pocket, opening it up to grab a silver package.

Licking your lips, you watch him put the condom on with impatient hands, only for him to grab your wide hips with immense strength and pulling you against him when he is done. You moan and the feeling of his length rubbing against you, both of your hips moving in search of relief.

When he lifts you by your waist, you prepare yourself as he lines up his shaft with your entrance. Your eyes lock with one another, making you marvel at the way his eyes roll at the back of his head before he closes them, at the feeling of you descending on him. A low guttural grumble escapes his lips as you try to adjust to the feeling of him inside.

Making sure you knew he was in no rush, Yoongi wraps his arms around you back, pulling you against his chest as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck, soft kisses and licks that just make you sigh with how innocent they are compared to your joined bodies at the hips.

Slowly but steady, you start moving your hips. His hands squeeze the rolls at your sides, helping you with each movement. A knot deep in your lower abdomen starts to form, growing bigger and bigger at each bounce of you against him, your skin growing warmer and warmer, until you felt you were on fire. Your whole body was jiggling as you bounced faster and faster on top of Yoongi, your sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of his shirt.

Your hands were clawing at Yoongi’s shoulders, much like his were dipping painfully into your flesh, his own hips coming up to meet yours halfway. He was throbbing inside of you, hitting deep at a spot that made you whimper each time, your clit rubbing against his skin every time you came down on him. Your walls were growing slicker and slicker, your mind going completely blank except for the pleasure you were feeling.

When he hunched down and started to lick and suck at your nipples, that were wiggling on his face, the spring that was holding you together snapped and your inner walls clenched tightly against him, sucking him in as deep as you could as your whole body seemed to explode, all your muscles clenching up only to relax as pure bliss expanded from your center to every part of your flaming body.

He was right behind you as the feeling of your orgasm intoxicated him, a few more thrusts up into your clenching heat making him finish with the biggest pleasure he could imagine. He was breathing heavy and his throat hurt slightly at the rough grunts that escaped him throughout the endeavor. But he still had the strengths to rub your back with his hands, his lips kissing your shoulder and cheek. You were resting on top of him, trying to regain your composure.

“My beautiful Y/N…” he whispered against your ear. “Do you believe me now? Only someone as beautiful as you could make me come undone like this.”

Shivering slightly at the cold air against your now not so hot skin, Yoongi pulls the blanket you had on top of your couch’s arm and wraps it around your naked form, slipping out of you to grab the condom and go throw it in the trash before coming back to your arms and warm you up. It seemed a little unfair, that he was still fully dressed while you were as bare as you could be.

“Next time, you better get naked too” you mumble against his neck, as he pulls you to his side.

“And we should do it on the bed. A lot more comfortable that way” he adds, kissing the top of your head. You chuckle slightly.

“Geez, you are all about comfort and warmth, aren’t you?”

“Yes. It’s one of the reasons I like you so much” he admits. “Whenever I look at you, I always think about how nice it must be to sleep next to you, rest my head on your chest or thighs… It drove me crazy, really.”

Smiling up at him, finding his slightly reddening cheeks the cutest thing ever, you make a proposition.

“Wanna stay the night and find out?” you suggest.

You feel his body freeze as he stops breathing for a moment, dark small eyes staring at you. Then he smiles that gummy smile that, in return, makes you lose your breath, his eyes almost disappearing behind his rising cheeks.

“I thought you never asked!”

And he suddenly gets up, holding one hand up to you that you gladly take, blanket wrapped firmly around you and giggling as he all but runs down your hallway in search of your bedroom.

[prettyboy-parker]

fair-starker

warnings: hard drug use, mentioned abuse, addiction

words: 2.4k

a/n: PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG!!

***

It's what my heart just yearns to say

In ways that can't be said

It's what my rotting bones will sing

When the rest of me is dead

“Tony, we’re going to get caught!”

The older boy just chuckles and tightens his grip on Peter’s hand. The small brunette presses his body closer to Tony’s, and shines the flashlight over the dirt path.

“You’re too tall, I can’t see a thing!” He hisses as they clamber down the path. Tony stifles a laugh as his boyfriend huffs and puffs behind him. He had been so worried when Tony suggested they sneak out to the lake. He claimed that if they were caught, they’d never be able to be counselors at Camp Sunny Smiles ever again. Tony reassured him that the owners would never be mad at Peter, since they’re head over heels in love with the kid. And, Tony would take the blame for him any day.

Tony takes a sharp right and pushes through a few overgrown bushes, leading Peter to the old wooden dock. There’s an abandoned canoe tied to one of the posts, gently swaying with the lake. The couple steps onto the dock, testing the sturdiness of the wood before sitting on the edge. Peter snuggles up to Tony’s side as they dangle their feet right above the water. The older boy looks down at him before leaning in for a kiss.

Peter hums happily and wraps his thin arms around Tony’s neck. Tony licks into his mouth sloppily, cupping Peter’s baby soft cheek in his calloused hand.

“You taste like weed,” Peter says with a grimace once they pull away. “I told you to stop smoking. It fucks with your health.”

Tony looks down, embarrassed. Sure, he said that he’d get rid of his pot… but he couldn’t. Howard had split his lip when he came home from the date where he made the promise, so it wasn't really an option at the time. 

“I just love you,” Peter murmurs, resting his head on Tony’s shoulder. “I want you to be safe.”

Tony gently caresses Peter’s soft curls.

“I love you too.”

It's what's engraved upon my heart

In letters deeply worn

Today I somehow understand the reason I was born

Tony tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he waits for Peter to get out of his lecture. There’s a few people trickling out of the hall, and one girl is crying. His head throbs from his hangover, and he sniffles, as his nose is irritated from the coke he snorted this morning-

“My handsome genius!”

Peter gracefully hops down the steps of the lecture hall, smiling wide and curls bouncing from his pep. While it feels like college used a board to smack Tony upside the head, Peter took to college like a duck to water. He’s practically glowing as he spins into the bigger boy’s arms.

“Class was so interesting today!” He squeaks. “We learned about the Channel Tunnel and how it was made.”

Tony hums and presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m glad you had fun, baby,” He says softly, sniffing again. Peter gives him an odd look and pinches his nose. It hurts, dammit, but Tony tries not to let his smile waver.

“You better not be getting sick. What if you miss class?”

Tony’s heart aches.

Cos outwardly he says I try so hard to make you laugh at me

And she, she does,

She laughs as though she not heard the joke ten thousand times before

One of the worst things in the world is seeing Peter cry.

When his bambi eyes grow wide and fill with shiny tears, even the most hardened man will drop everything to comfort him. 

“I can’t believe you,” Peter breathes, the hand where he holds the baggie of white powder shaking wildly. “I can’t.”

“Pete, honey,” Tony blabbers, trying to stand up from the couch. But a wave of nausea hits him, and he stumbles over to his boyfriend. “It’s okay. I only take it sometimes. It helps me stay focused.”

Peter’s bottom lip quivers as Tony yanks the baggie from him.

“It’s okay,” He repeats, wrapping his arms around Peter’s torso. The poor thing is shaking like a leaf. “I’m not addicted or anything. I barely even touch that shit, okay?”

Peter nods and buries his head into Tony’s shirt.

“Can I make it up to you? If I were an enzyme, I’d be DNA helicase so I can unzip your genes.”

Against his chest, Peter lets out a shaky laugh.

And he adores her,

He watches her get dressed as though she's hurtling through time

Oh darling please be mine

The ceiling is spinning.

Tony groans as the ugly beige dorm ceiling wobbles above him. His stomach lurches as he looks at the fan, which seems like it’s falling...

“Tony?”

The man tilts his head, and through blurry eyes looks at Peter.

“Holy fuck,” He mutters, sitting up even though his stomach protests. “You look beautiful.”

Peter gives him a weird look. Tony doesn’t understand, because he’s so stunning.

“Babe, I’m in my pjs,” The brunette snorts, throwing his clothes from the day into his hamper. Even with Peter’s non-chalantness, Tony can feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes. How did he get so lucky? A beautiful, smart, kind boy like Peter, all for him. 

The other man climbs into their bed, lying across Tony’s chest. He was able to bribe the housing office to let them room together, and buy one big bed for both of them. His dad wasn’t too happy with the way he was spending his money. 

Tony holds Peter tight.

She promises to fight them all when it all becomes too much

And he, he curses at the world for

Leaving him behind and he's falling out of touch

“No no no no please…”

Tony sobs into Peter’s shirt, clutching the soft material in his fists. The man keeps murmuring something about a ‘bad trip’, but Tony can’t fucking concentrate. His mind is racing like a marathon runner, thoughts of Howard ever putting his filthy fucking hands on Peter stuffing his mind.

And she is stronger than he's ever been he knows

“He won’t hurt me, Tony,” Peter coos, rocking the older man back and forth gently. Tony yells and cries, bile rising in his throat. The thing is, Peter doesn’t know Howard. He doesn’t know the power he has, how he can rip anyone away from his grasp.

And she brushes her hand through his hair

He's got so much fucking hair

And he holds her close just to keep the world at bay

“Stay with me,” Tony mutters through his tears. He squeezes Peter as tight as he can. “M’keep you safe. If he comes near you I’ll fucking s’rip his guts out.”

Peter sighs heavily and Tony heaves again.

And when they're sure no-one can hear them

She'll turn to him to say, she'll turn to him and say

It's not fair, It's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair,

Cos you make me laugh when I'm actually

Really fucking cross at you for something

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” Peter grumbles as he wipes Tony’s bleeding nose with a tissue. The bigger boy winces as he hits a particularly sensitive part of his skin. It’s spring now, and they’re almost finished their junior year. Tony can’t believe college has gone by this fast; in a blur of drugs and Peter.

“Damn right,” Tony quips, gently tracing a heart on Peter’s thigh with his bloody finger. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, baby boy.”

Peter rolls his eyes and grabs a clean tissue.

“No, I’m fuckin’ serious…”

And he'll say

Oh how oh how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you cos if I'm

Standing here maybe everyone will think I'm alright

***

I've seen enough he says I know exactly what I want

And it's this life that we've created,

Inundated with the fated thought of you

And if you asked me to, if you asked me I would lose it all

Even in a red and white graduation gown, Peter looks stunning. 

“We did it, Tony bear!” The man cheers, wrapping his arms around Tony’s midsection. The sun shines down on the crowd of the graduates and their families. Tony slips Peter’s graduation cap off of his head and kisses his mop of curls. “I’m so proud of you.”

Tony feels a rush of utter love and emotion as he holds the love of his life in his arms.

Fumbling for the ring in his pocket, he gets down on one knee. 

Like petals in a storm, cos darling I was born

To press my head between your

Shoulder blades at night when light is fading

Just to let you know I'm old, waylaid and feels like I am wading into

Carpet burns and carousels oh Christ you'll be the death of me

Tony runs his fingers over Peter’s arm as he comes down from another high. He had to do three lines this time, and it wasn’t even that good of a trip. He’s talked to his dealer about getting a bit of heroin instead of his usual coke, but he doesn’t want to disappoint Pete.

“Tony?” His fiancée asks softly, adjusting the comforter. “When can we get married?”

Tony chuckles against the back of Peter’s neck.

“Anytime you want, honey bun. I’ve got the money-you just say the word. It can be big and flashy, or we can just run down to town hall. I don’t care, whatever you want. Because I love you so fucking much, baby.”

Peter’s soft snores fill the bedroom.

And calm throughout his melodrama she

Will turn and say 'dear heart It's me, its me

“Tony, it’s me, it’s Peter. I’m right here.”

Tony’s whole body shakes as he stares at the man in front of him. He can’t remember anything, can’t remember who he’s married to, can’t remember where he is, he just can’t.

“It’s your husband, Peter. You married me two months ago. I live here. Please, put the knife down.”

Tony fumbles with the kitchen knife in his hand. The man sounds convincing, and it makes sense that Tony could score someone as hot as him. 

The knife falls to the ground.

You don't need to pretend to be someone you're not

Cos it's not like I've never heard you fart and snore

And for some god forsaken reason I'm

Still here love like I've always been before

“You need to get help, bumblebee.”

The scene is so familiar to Tony, but instead of a baggie, Peter has a needle in his hand. It hurts seeing him with it, because he’s always prayed that his little angel would never come close to drugs. 

“I will,” Tony grumbles, rubbing his strained eyes with his hand. Since when did he get so tired?

“No,” Peter says, placing the needle onto the marble counter top. “Professional help. Not ‘help’ from other crackheads. I want you to go to rehab.” 

Tony’s blood runs cold. 

And he'll say

It's not fair, It's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair cos you make me weep when I'm

Just trying to watch The Office with my yogurt

And she'll say

Oh how, oh how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you cos if I'm

Standing next to you then maybe everyone will think I'm cool

***

How unfair, how unfair they'll sing as

They dance across the darling rooftop wreck

Watching Peter’s face light up when he sees the knit blanket spread out on the roof is worth everything.

“Wow,” He breathes as he looks at the picnic basket bursting with food and wine. Tony sways on his heels, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. He hopes Peter likes his little date he set up, as sort of a thank you for everything he’s done. 

“D’ya like it? l know it’s, well, the roof.”

Peter laughs his real laugh, all bright and tinny and happy. It’s not his sad laugh when he has to drag Tony to the bath to scrub his bleeding arms, or his bitter laugh when Tony tries to convince him not to throw out his heroin stash. 

“God, it’s so perfect,” Peter murmurs, cheeks rounded with a smile. Tony fumbles for his phone, and plays an old song that was Peter’s uncle’s favorite. 

“Dance with me, baby?”

He'll trip and she'll pretend not to have seen,

Burying her head into his chest and

Clinging to the moment, 'where have you been?'

She'll whisper 'I've waited oh so long for you to come'

“I’ve missed this,” Peter mumbles as Tony sways him back and forth. “I’ve missed you.”

Tony smiles softly and drags his fingertips over the small of Peter’s back. He radiates warmth and sunshine. Tony will never ever let him go. 

And as the stars above them hum and hear them

He'll turn to her and say 'that's what she said'

It's not fair, it's not fair how much I love you

It's not fair cos you make me ache you bastard

And she'll say

Oh how, oh how unreasonable

How unreasonably in love I am with everything you do

I'll spend my days so close to you cos if I'm stood here

“I love you, Tony. I’ll be right here when you get out.” 

Tony smiles sadly, very close to bursting into tears.

“Promise?” He asks, voice hushed, as the rehab center is really fuckin’ quiet. The receptionist doesn’t pay any mind to them, but the nurse named Steve waits for them to finish.

“I promise,” Peter says, tears pricking the corner of his honey eyes. “I promise on my life.”

Tony takes his husband in his arms and squeezes him tight. When they pull away, his shirt is wet with Peter’s tears.

“Okay,” Tony says. He turns to the blonde nurse, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Steve smiles and gestures to the main staircase. He’s about to follow, but hesitantly looks to Peter.

“Go. I’ll be standing right here, waiting for you.”

Then I'm stood here

And I'll stand here

I'll stand here with you.

[byler-n-harringrove]

Let’s Be Alone Together || Chap 1

Hey guys! I decided to that I was going to write the first chapter on this story to see how it goes! I just wanted to fill you guys in on some of the context of this Au.

So this Au is Set in 2019- so robin is openly in the LGBTQ community, and Steve is honestly noticing his feelings for boys (not calling him bi yet), and I have aged up Billy and Robin so they are all the same age.

Thank you guys, and please leave a comment if you want to be tagged in this fanfic or you think I should continue writing it !

Love chey xx

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“So much for a fresh new start, who the fuck knew he was coming here too?” Steve scoffed for the millionth time, stacks of marked cardboard boxes in hand as he continued to trek between his shiny car and the girls' dorms.

They had been at this for 20 minutes now, the girl's dorms the furthest away from the student car park and even if Robin had not brought many boxes it was still a process for the two teens. Robin’s room was on the second floor, tucked away in the west side of the building in a room that hadn't seen her roommate just yet.

Steve didn't want to think that he would have to continue the process with his stuff.

“Oh, shut up, will you? Can't you just like, put in for a new partner?” Robin grunted with a small amount of aggression. The stairs were getting to her, and all she wanted was to have a shower and get to bed.

Grunting was his only response returned as he all but threw her stuff, only blankets and clothes, onto the floor of the dorm room. A small noise signalled that Rodin did the same, sighing in relief as she leaned against the labelled door. One room down, Steve’s was left.

They soon found themselves trekking down the concrete stairs again, their footsteps reverberating softly against the cream walls of the stairway.

“I can't, put in for that thing I mean unless its dyer straights or somethin’ stupid like that. I guess ill just spend most of my time in the library anyway. I’ve heard they have some of the biggest collections of classic writings on Victorian literature.” Steve may be an airhead most of the time, but he honestly could just geek out around Robin. After all, despite all the odds, Steve was aiming to become an English Teacher.

She rolled her eyes, made a soft, half-hearted comment about him being some ‘egg-head’ and a doofus’ before they fell into the rhythm of small chit chat about their upcoming week of first classes. Robin herself was going into digital art and design, her passion for expressing herself shone through in all aspects, even in her sexuality.

Scooping up Steves boxes, they would only need two trips as he tried not to bring too much with him, they started off to find Steves room. On the opposite side of the dormitories, Steve’s room would be on the 4th floor towards the south side of the building.

Robin complained rather loudly the whole way up while Steve tried to block it out with small humming. Their synchronized steps soon came to his room 221B (yes haha, the references), the door slightly creaked open meaning that his rather annoying roommate would already be inside.

“Welp, am I good to leave your stuff here and go get the rest? I'm in too much of a good mood, sorry dingus” She gave him a sympathetic look as she put her boxes down in front of the door.

Steve simply nodded and handed her the keys, not pushing the conversation. Billy had been quite the arsehole in Hawkins, and in the narrowminded town Billy didn't hold back from the homophobic slurs against the people who owned their sexuality - like Robin and the small few other LGBTQ+ community that lived there. He hasn't let up on Robin at any time through their education.

She darted back off down the hallway, leaving Steve to face the beast.

Pushing the door open with his foot, Steve once again got that feeling of questioning his heterosexuality as Billy stood there in his half-naked glory with a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth, standing hunched beside their shared window.

Hearing the door open the mullet-wearing teen turned, his signature cocky grin spreading across his lips as Steve felt like he was going to spontaneously combust on the spot. Billy's golden locks and rippling abs shone in the minimal amount of light coming through the window, jeans hanging low as he looked like he belonged in an art museum.

Yeah, okay, Robin may have been on the money about him being bi or whatever the hell they called it.

“Well well, Mr Steve fucking Harrington hey? I never thought I would be seeing that ugly mug again. But, you just had to stalk me to fucking California, didn't ya pretty boy?” That husky voice ridden with nicotine sent a shiver down his spine.

The shorter teen had to all but force his brain not to focus on Billy’s drop-dead looks, not like he hadn't noticed it when they were in Hawkins, as he didn't need the sexualised thoughts he experienced before when they shared showers. As much as he hated Billy, he couldn't deny there was some underlying sexual attraction, which had only added to more of a disliking for sharing a room for so long.

Steve grunted weakly, pushing the box of records in with his feet and dropping his box of clothes on the free side of the bedroom. He had to force his eyes away from Billy’s annoyingly perfect body and towards his boxes.

“I’m not here to fight Hargrove. I’ll be spending most of my time in the library and I’ll be here to probably sleep. I don’t want anything to do with fighting, or with you” Steve peeled open his box, keeping his back faced to Billy.

He heard Billy scoff behind him, and while he continued to unpack his stuff he heard what sounded like Billy all but diving onto his bed.

“Whatever Hargrove, you stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours, right pretty boy?” Billy didn't seem as agitated, as ready to snap as he had been in Hawkins, but Steve wasn't going to take it all on face value and let down his guard.

Steve continued to unpack his stuff and the silence that laid over them heavily and was laced with awkwardness. Placing his vintage records on his small desk tucked in the corner of the bedroom, Steve found the time to steal a small glance over toward Billy’s side of the room.

Decorated in what Steve could only explain as a mix between Rock and Surfer scheike, a mix between what he had only seen of Billy in Hawkin’s sparingly and a side hidden, probably due to the lack of water to surf in. It was interesting, not as harsh, and when his eyes scanned over he was shocked and rather startled to make eye contact with the now cigarette-less blonde.

Another smirk arose on his face.

“Take a photo and it’ll last longer pretty boy” Steve had to stop himself from grinding his teeth too hard.

Rolling his eyes, he pulled away as Billy fished out a vibrating phone from his jean pocket. Silence fell again before Billy was springing up from his bed and rummaging through is designated closet and reemerging with a shirt.

“You don't touch my fucking shit and I won't touch yours, yes? I'm going out, don't fucking wait up or anything, Harrington.” Billy spat, pulling his tight white shirt over his head, before glancing in the mirror to fix his hair.

Steve couldn't help but roll his eyes “Whatever, seems fair.” He answered back with some sarcasm, but he honestly toned it back and down to make sure that Billy wasn't going to be slamming his slimmer body against walls by the collar anytime soon.

The other man scoffed but was soon enough placing another cigarette in his mouth and scampering out of the door “Good to see you too, Buckley” He had commented on his way out, bringing Steve’s attention to his freckled friend stacking boxes in the hallway who shrunk at the attention Billy offered her.

Entering with boxes Robin set out to help Steve unpack, waving off Steve and telling him she would unpack later and just wanted to hang out. Robin was a good friend after all and helped Steve to get his mind off of Billy through a lovely screening of The Breakfast Club as they unpacked and Robin scolded Steve on keeping his room clean.

The night came too fast, and with Robin ordering a large extra cheesy pizza - it was her turn to shout - they stayed cooped up in Steve’s dorm watching shitty 80’s movies until they were falling asleep atop of one another. Only just friends of course, but he was nothing but happy to share a friendly type of intimacy with her.

Though, in the firing of his last conscious neurons, he found the image of a shirtless and sexy Billy scolding him behind his eyelids. It caused his heart to ache, and with the buzzing of The Fly in the background he finally found a restless sleep revolving around his not-so-friendly roommate.

God, what was Steve in for?

[goldeneyedgirl]

Ficathon: Mad World

I’ve spent today on uni work and chipping away on Shadow to Light, so instead of a prompt fic, have a sample of one of my WIPs - this one is Mad World, a fic where Alice is the daughter of Charlie Swan’s estranged sister who goes to live with Bella and Charlie. It was an experiment in gothic horror/romance, tbh.

“If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there.” - Lewis Carroll

When I look up at the sky in Forks, I don’t see clouds. Or I do, but they’re obscured by leaves and branches; the forest stretches above me and it’s nice. Private and safe, even though it makes it feel a lot later and darker than it really is. It’s like we’re in a cocoon, and there’s no one else in the world.

I return to reality as his teeth rasp against my stomach, above my belly button, and I giggle, ticklish. I’m splayed across a rock, and it's scratching my back - my sweater is balled up in the dirt, and my shirt is pushed up above my bra.

My fingers twist in his hair and I smirk as he looks back up at me. Jasper Hale; who I sit next to in History and in Trig. His shirt hangs open, revealing a body that will be taking pride of place in my fantasies.

“You okay?” His voice is low and even, but his eyes are sharp. Dark, and watching me. For a moment, I see calculation and something I should react to. Something dangerous. Like he could kill me right here and now; fuck me and choke me; rip me into wet, meaty pieces; beat my skull into dust with a rock. This boy, this man, is dangerous, and I have invited him to get much, much closer. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and he wouldn’t be the first.

And I don’t care. That darkness, that rage, and potential for violence, I’m not scared of it. I haven’t been for a long time. It’s easier to consent than to resist. And more than that, I like that darkness. I like that sharp edge. And what I know of Jasper Hale, I like.

Whatever I am feeling twists and fades into the steady thrum of lust, of confidence and willingness.

“Absolutely nothing,” I say, and tug his hair to bring his face closer to mine.

And that’s how I spent my third afternoon in Forks; fooling around with Jasper Hale in the woods behind the high school auditorium.

—

It’s a rainy Thursday night when I finally, finally arrive in Forks. And in that moment, it is the most beautiful place on earth - the green of the forest, the grey of the rain, the fresh air. It is Shangri-La on Earth, and I am apart of it.

I left North Carolina on Monday, and since then have taken a bus, a train, another bus, another train, and a third bus. I have layers upon layers of deodorant and grime upon my skin; my phone is dead; my hair is greasy from the endless styling tutorials I looked up to combat boredom, and all I want is something to eat and a shower. Anything that isn’t itchy seats, never-ending road, or snack foods would be heaven upon earth at this moment.  

In truth, I don’t feel human anymore. I feel like a transient spirit, a modern-day gypsy, a lost girl. That for the rest of time, this will be my life - dirt and fuel and waiting for an end that never comes. But somehow, I have made it to Forks; the red ‘x’ on my photocopied map is finally a real place, with buildings and streets and people. Forks isn’t home, but it is the most welcoming sight I have had in years.  

I jump down from the bus; a backpack on my shoulder, a satchel across my chest and a duffle bag in one hand. For all intents and purposes, this is all I own in the world. Twenty-three dollars in my wallet, and my entire life in my bags. I could go anywhere I wanted, except twenty-three dollars won’t take me many places.

No one else on the bus carries as much luggage as I do, and no one is dressed alike either - I changed at the Seattle bus station into my second-to-last clean outfit, to try and make a good impression. Everyone else is wearing a jeans-parka-boots combination, which is probably smart with the horrible weather. Not that I will miss the hideous summers of North Carolina. But I get the sense that this bus is full of locals, who busted happened to be travelling from Port Angeles or Seattle. There’s something about them, like the green of the forest, the dirt and mud of the ground, the rainwater has sunken into their bodies and marked them invisibly as belonging to the town of Forks. I wonder if I’ll be here long enough to be marked too.

The bus station is the smallest I’ve been to on this whirlwind road trip - a tiny convenience store, a spinning rack of postcards, a payphone, and endless wooden benches.

Uncle Charlie is right there, waiting for me - sitting on a bench with a paper cup of coffee. Even if he hadn’t been wearing his uniform, I would have guessed he was my uncle. He doesn’t strictly look like my mother, but there is something in the way they carry themselves, the way that they fill space. I don’t know. I just know that he is definitely Mom’s little brother, one Chief Charlie Swan of Forks, WA.

My new guardian - saviour or gaoler is yet to be determined.

“Uncle Charlie!” I put a big smile on my face and march straight up to him - if life has taught me nothing else, it’s that first impressions count.  And not to piss off the person in charge of your welfare. “I’m Alice.”

Uncle Charlie looked up at me, and for a moment, just stared.

So, my outfit wasn’t the best first impression I could have picked. But it was the only one left that I could wear in public - my beloved, holey galaxy leggings; ancient floral Dr Martens that I had laced with pink ribbons; a giant purple and black sweater, and a black miniskirt. Combined with the pancake make-up I had used to cover up my blotchy-skin and dark under-eye circles, my greasy hair knotted in two buns with my collection of dollar-store butterfly clips, and the fact that I smelt like four days of bus, sweat, and fried food, I definitely looked like the devil child my mother probably portrayed me as.

“Mary Alice!” Uncle Charlie recovered. “How was your trip?” He smiled awkwardly and stood up.

“Long,” I said ruefully. “But I’m here now.”

—

Uncle Charlie tried to make conversation as we drove back to his place, as if a truncated game of ‘Twenty Questions’ could undo the awkwardness of not knowing about each other for seventeen years.

And it wasn’t like I could abridge my messy, ridiculous life story into a fifteen minute car trip, anyway. Or that Charlie Swan could become a beloved uncle between the bus station and his home.

Who was I?

I was Mary-Alice Brandon, eldest daughter of Annette Marie Swan-Ackerman, the only child of the late artist Nicholas Brandon. Resented step-daughter of Stephen Ackerman. A granddaughter and a niece and a half-sister. Former prisoner of a remote reform school. Epileptic. A secret keeper, and an artist.

How could I tell Uncle Charlie all the tiny details that made up me, and the reason I was here with him now?

That my mother is no Swan, but a chameleon, a snake, a cuckoo in the nest?

That the last of my stitches came out last week, but the scars still itch like crazy?

That I used to love gas-station slushies, especially pink ones, until I was twelve? That now I love soda, so cold it makes your brain and teeth hurt, and tastes like static?

And besides, what do I know about Charlie and my cousin? He’s a divorced police chief, and his daughter Isabella is also seventeen years old - five months older than me - and lives with him full-time. She attends the local public high school. That my grandparents are dead, and my ex-aunt has since remarried.

That’s it. That’s all I really know. And I am about to live with them.

If I think about it too much, it just feels like another trap.

—

The Swan house was small, but then, so were all the houses on the street. It was old, too, but I’d always known that was a probability. It didn’t make it easier, though. I’ve never done well in old houses. It needed a few repairs - the paint was peeling off, one of the shutters was hanging at an angle, and the front garden was dirt, grass, moss and ferns. Uncle Charlie struck me as a neat and practical kind of person, so this was surprising. But maybe in the spring, I could coax some kind of garden to life, as a way to say thank-you.

We walked in the backdoor, letting it swing shut behind us with a bang.  Inside, the hallway was narrow and dark, with stairs leading up, and a few aged pieces of art hung on the plaid walls - mostly landscapes, and several of fish that were very good, if hideously ugly.

The first thing my eye caught was the mantlepiece in the sitting room, above the fireplace - a shrine to a teenage girl who bore a startling resemblance to Mom.

“Wow,” I said, moving closer. The eyes, the smile, the brown hair - this had to be my cousin. “Is that Isabella?”

“Yeah, that’s Bells. She’s out with her boyfriend at the moment,” Uncle Charlie said, setting down my duffle bag.

“She looks just like Mom,” I said, amazed. It was uncanny - Bella looked more like Mom’s daughter than I did.

“I guess she does,” Uncle Charlie said. “Bells is much prettier than Annette was at that age - but that’s all Renee.”

Charlie sounded uncomfortable, and I had to admit to myself that I was uncomfortable hearing my mother’s name. Turning away from the photographs, I pasted a smile back on my face.

“Sorry, I’m easily distracted,” I said. “You were going to show me my room?”

“Yeah. It’s not much,” Uncle Charlie began. “It’s pretty small…”

“You’re taking me in. That makes everything else perfect,” I said firmly, grabbing my backpack again. “Lead the way.”

—

Well.

Uncle Charlie had warned me that my bedroom was tiny.

It was more than tiny – more like a large alcove with glass doors. The walls were off-white, and a square window looked over a tiny yard and the forest. A narrow bed was wedged against the wall, made up with a hideous yellow bedspread. A dresser was arranged against the wall between the bed and doors. Opposite the dresser was a tiny desk and chair. Jammed in the gap at the end of the bed, next to the desk, was an old laundry hamper.

I was betting I could touch the window and the door with my arms outstretched.

Luckily I was used to small living spaces. I wasn’t sharing with anyone; that was enough to make up for the fact that this room would have been a better closet. Or window box. Apparently, Uncle Charlie had used it as an office when he needed to bring work home.

I set my bags on the bed. This was going to be my home for the next year and a half. It felt overwhelming all of a sudden, that I would be living with an uncle and cousin I had never even met before. It wasn’t like school, where I had shared a room with seven other girls, and we’d all been strangers.

I could do this.

It was only eighteen months. I had been away at school nearly three times that long, and if I could survive school, I could survive living at Uncle Charlie’s.

I had intended to unpack and settle in before dinner, but in the end, I just changed into some pyjamas, shoved my bags under the bed, and fallen asleep nearly instantly. I didn’t wake up until much later, almost midnight, starving and disorientated. I crept out of my room, making a note to buy some kind of curtains for the glass doors to give myself some privacy.

Uncle Charlie and my cousin were clearly already asleep, so I got myself a glass of water. There was a note scrawled out for me, telling me to help myself to food, and that they’d see me tomorrow. I felt bad for vanishing without spending time with them or even meeting Bella, but there wasn’t much I could do about that now.

The house was quiet in the darkness, but I used my phone to carefully navigate - and look around. The shrine held a wedding photo of a much-younger Charlie, and the woman who was my ex-aunt; a sad memento when I knew that Uncle Charlie had been divorced for quite a long time. An off-brand recliner sat near a small, out-of-date television, the remote on top of a TV guide, with various sports matches circled in pen. Several pairs of shoes sat by the front door - my cousin was clearly a strong supporter of Converse sneakers.

The leftovers in the fridge looked kind of suspect – some luminous mac and cheese, a chicken that was nearly picked clean, and some greasy looking Chinese. I ended up slapping some peanut butter on some bread, and drinking nearly half a carton of milk, before vanishing back into my new ‘bedroom’ for some more sleep.  

Peering out of the uncovered window into the night, I could see beyond the fence line into the black of the forest. The tops of the trees cut the bottom half of the sky off perfectly, like an old-fashioned silhouette. It was strange to imagine my mother living in this kind of town, growing up here. But then, I had a hard time picturing my dad and her being married, too.

Lying back, I stared out at the night sky, the slow movement of clouds over the stars lulling me back to sleep.

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The Best Present - Ryan Seaman x Reader

Summary: The reader had a terrible Christmas Day in company of her family, but luckily her best friend Ryan drops by to save the day. Reader: female Word count: 4 549 A/N: My Christmas was not very good this year, and pretty close to how I’ve described it here, but instead of annoying relatives I have a bad cough now. So if the proof reading failed even harder than usually, it’s bc I’m sick.

“Fuck.”

Slamming the door to your room shut behind you, you leant your back against it, your head falling into your neck, and bumping a little bit too forcefully against the dark wood.

It was Christmas Day, usually a day of cheer and happiness all around, at least if you would believe all the TV movies, and the commercials, the shops, and your friends’ social media posts. But this year your reality was far from it.

You liked Christmas, always had, even though your family was not religious. For you it was less about religion than about the opportunity to meet with everyone, sit down over presents that acknowledged how much you appreciated each other, and have delicious food. It was a tradition, but not a religious one. And as childish as it sounded, you were always excited for the Christmas Days. Even as an adult you usually did not mind the stress it brought along. It was fun to think about what you wanted to get for who, you enjoyed writing Christmas cards, and you loved decorating and backing, and even had fun with helping your parents cook the Christmas Dinner.

But this year everything was different. You had gotten ill in the beginning of December, ruining the first week already, which left not as much time to do things like present shopping, and writing cards. Additionally to that your Christmas decoration had fallen victim to a flooded basement in spring, and since you did not want to spend all your savings on new decoration, there had been only very little of it in your flat this year.

Secretly you had hoped your mother might have found the time to do some baking, but that too had not happened, since your mother had gotten the flu, and had been sick for almost a month, now being just barely fine enough to not sleep the whole day. And that also explained the state of your parents’ house. Since your father did not care much for Christmas, and your mother had been very sick, there were only very few decorations here as well. The Christmas tree was the benjamin fig, a few plastic baubles, and a Christmas light trying to make it look at least a little festive.

All that would have been not all too upsetting. Also the fact that neither of your parents had made the effort to get you anything but money was okay to live with. Sure, you would have been happier about an ugly scarf, or some colourful socks, but you knew your parents had had enough trouble, and it had been easiest just to give the money to you so you could spend it on the stuff you liked. Not even the lack of festive food this year would have ruined anything for you, but all these things combined with the mood your parents were in, the constant bickering of your relatives, and the over the day increasing social anxiety finally managed to ruin this Christmas for you completely.

Of course it could have been worse; your parents telling you one of them had cancer, the house burning down, the relatives dying in a car crash- but just because it could have come worse did not mean you had no right to be upset. Up to a certain point you could understand why your mother was stressing about how the house was not freshly cleaned, and the shelves not dusted; your grandparents really were a pain in the ass when it came to cleaning. But she stressed herself so much that she almost started crying in the kitchen while the family had sat in the living room, having tea and not-Christmas-biscuits.

Your father was generally just annoyed with everyone and everything, and whenever you tried to help you did everything wrong, not to mention the debate about politics he started with your mother’s brother in law, which made you want to puke on the table.

And then there were your noisy grandparents, uncle, and aunt. They proudly told everyone about their kids, your grandparents letting you more or less directly know that they expected you to have kids soon too, until your aunt condescendingly stated that there had to be more than one reason that you were still single, and that it probably would not ever change.

While she was right about the reasons of you still being single, they were much different to what she was implying. For years you had been, in the beginning less, but recently more and more, in love with your best friend Ryan. And that was the first reason you were single. There was no way you were possibly ruining your friendship with him just to tell him what he meant to you. And the second reason was that, unlike your cousin, you did not throw yourself at people just to have sex with them, accidently get pregnant, and then having to marry out of social pressure.

So as soon as the whole “sitting together, pretending to be in a good mood”- situation was over, you had escaped to your old room under the roof.

Pressing your eyes closed, the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted to talk to Ryan now. He was a drummer, the band, which he was currently a member in, on a steady rise to fame. Just the week before Christmas he had played shows away from home, so you had not gotten the opportunity to meet before Christmas, and you desperately missed him. Not only because it had been so long, but also because right now he was the only person who would be able to cheer you up.

Getting up from the floor, you walked over to your bed, where your mobile phone was charging. There had been a strict no-mobile-policy at the table today, not that your uncle had cared much about that, so you had left your mobile in your room. The second before your pressed the button to turn on the screen, you found yourself hoping that there would be at least a couple of messages from friends, but the only notification you had gotten was one of your co-worker’s Instagram, because she had posted a sickly sweet selfie of herself and her fiancé under the Christmas tree. Angrily you closed the app, and pulled up your phonebook.

You wanted to be happy too, you wanted to take sickly sweet selfies with your boyfriend, preferably Ryan, too, you wanted to go to Christmas markets with friends, wanted to put silly decorations up on your Christmas tree, wanted to have one of these picture book Christmas Days that everyone else pretended to have. Clenching your jaw, in order not to cry, you pressed Ryan’s name, patiently waiting for the lines to connect. There was some rustling on the other end, when he picked up.

“I can’t talk right now, I’m driving, I’ll call you back (y/n).”

And then he hung up.

Taking a deep breath, you sat down on your bed. You knew it was right that Ryan did not want to talk while driving; he had no hands-free-kit. But your best friend not being able to talk to you when you needed him so much, fit so perfectly into this stupid day.

Downstairs people were talking. Your mother and grandmothers had disappeared into the kitchen, and your dad had wanted to show your uncle the newest external hard discs he had acquired, so you had taken the opportunity to get a moment for yourself, but now they had seemed to notice that you were missing. Knowing your quiet seconds were running out, you took a deep breath, and tried to think of anything that was not Christmas, your family, or Ryan.

Outside a car drove up the street, and you wondered if their Christmas had been as shitty as yours. But then the car slowed down, and you realised that, while you only recognised the sound of a single car in this world, this car had just stopped outside your house. Quickly you got up, and ran to your window, just to be sure, but of course it was Ryan’s car, that had pulled to the side of the street, right in front of your garden.

Forgetting that just a moment ago you had been all sad and close to tears, you ran out of your room, and almost bumped into your mother, who was on her way up the stairs.

“There you are,” she noticed, out of breath from still not having recovered from her flu.

“Here I am,” you agreed, and slipped past her, but you were not quick enough to reach the ground floor before the doorbell rang. Your uncle opened up, and even from one floor above, you could feel his judging glare at your best friend.

“Hello?” Your uncle asked, and you sped up your steps even more, desperate to save Ryan from getting any weird comments thrown at him.

“Hi, merry Christmas!” Ryan’s voice was as cheerful as ever, as if he had not noticed the hostility in your uncle’s voice.

“Who are you,” you uncle asked, and you knew he was close to throwing the door shut again.

“Oh, I’m a friend of- (y/n)!”

Almost falling over your own feet you finally reached the hallway, and came to a stop next to your uncle.

“Ryan! What are you doing here,” you asked, out of breath from running across the whole house.

“I’m here to wish you a merry Christmas! I brought cookies.”

Grinning brightly, he held out a tin box for you.

“We already had tea,” you uncle stated, and already reached for the door to close it into Ryan’s face, but you were quicker.

“Thank you so much, please come in.”

Ryan grinned and handed you the box, before he took off his shoes, and stepped into the warm house.

What followed was a long introduction to your whole family, your uncle and aunt being terribly displeased as to why someone who was not family dared coming over on Christmas Day, your grandparents not really caring, and your mother being delighted to see Ryan again; she had always liked him.

Luckily none of your family members seemed too keen on the company of the band shirt, leather jacket, skinny ripped jeans wearing musician, so you soon excused yourself to your room.

While Ryan had been over at your parents’ house a couple of times, he had never been to your old room, so you were not surprised to find him looking around curiously. You walked over to your bed and turned on the fairy lights that were wrapped around the head board, and lit the candle that stood in the window. When you turned back to Ryan, he awkwardly stood in the middle of the room.

“Come on, take your jacket off, sit down,” you encouraged, and walked over to your bed, sitting down yourself, patting the spot next to you.

Ryan shrugged off his jacket, and crawled on the bed, sitting crossed legged next to you.

“This is comfy,” he laughed, running his fingers over your soft day blanket.

“Thanks,” you laughed, “That’s why I own it.”

“Oh really! I thought it was because you knew the colour would make such a perfect addition to my clothes today,” Ryan joked and pulled the edge of the blanked over his legs as if he was posing for a camera.

“Idiot,” you grinned, and gently hit his leg, making him laugh even more, before he let himself fall to his back, his head resting on your pillow, his dark hair spreading around his head like a little halo. He looked so beautiful like that, you caught yourself thinking, and you wished you would get to see that every day.

“So your Christmas-” Ryan turned his head to look at you, “seems to be going well?”

You groaned and lay down next to him.

“Absolutely fantastic, as you probably already could tell from my uncle welcoming you so warmly,” you mumbled.

“I already guessed that much when you said your whole family was coming over,” he admitted, “is that why you called?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t take it anymore. Down there I feel like I’m suffocating. It’s- it’s like I’m completely out of place. Everyone is so proud of my cousin for getting that promotion, and for getting married, and she’s gonna have a baby, and they were so cute at the wedding, and oh my god!” You mockingly imitated your aunt’s fake high pitched voice. “But that she only got pregnant because she doesn’t know what a fucking condom is, and that the father was some poor random guy in a club who thought he could have a one-night stand with some chick, and then got forced into marrying her by my family, that’s what nobody mentions.” Annoyed you huffed. “Instead they are being portrayed as if they were the absolute dream couple now, and I’m expected to be just as brilliant as them.”

You couldn’t help the ramble, but it felt good venting to someone. Of course Ryan had already known the whole story, but he also knew that since the wedding in autumn, your family, especially your grandparents, had started to ask stupid questions, and you were almost certain downstairs was a big debate going on about what kind of relationship you had with Ryan.

“But you’re not, you’re more brilliant,” Ryan nudged your shoulder gently, a soft smile on his lips as you turned your head to look at him.

“Ha, that’s nice,” you responded, and you were not sure if you were being sarcastic or sincere.

“No, but seriously, you’re doing great too, in your own way! Hey, have you even told them that you’re going to be our official photographer from next year on?”

You smiled too, remembering how the label had, admittedly with a little encouragement from Ryan, who had gently nudged them into the right direction, asked you if you were interested in being iDKHOW’s photographer, and had offered you a contract, which you had gladly taken. The main problem about mentioning something like that to your extended family already started with your job itself. To them photography was no real job, since “everybody can take pictures”. And then telling them you would travel around the country with a band would probably start a civil war in your parents’ living room.

“Not yet, I thought about telling my parents over the weekend,” you explained, “if I break the news while my uncle and my grandparents are still here, we’ll have to call the cops or something because they’ll start bashing each other’s heads in.”

Ryan nodded, and for a while you were laying on the bed quietly, both thinking about your own problems. Or rather, Ryan was thinking about your problems with your family, and you were thinking about Ryan.

“Oh wait,” suddenly he sat up again, “I got you something.”

Jumping off the bed, he walked over to the door where he had put up his jacket on a hanger. Remembering you also had gotten him a tiny Christmas present, you lay on your stomach to reach over to the bed side table, from which you pulled the small bag with his gift.

Quicker than you expected, he was back on the bed next to you, tickling your sides, making you laugh until you were out of breath.

When he finally let you go, you sat up; hair dishevelled, and face red from laughing so hard.

“Here.” Grinning you stretched out your hand, offering him the small, velvet bag.

“No, you first,” he insisted, handing you a small box.

It was black, made from thick paper, and had a golden embossing, displaying the name of a jeweller’s shop. Carefully you opened the box, and found a thin, silver necklace. The links were so tiny that you wondered how it was even possible to craft something so delicate. The pendant was equally small and fragile, but you immediately recognized the round shape as a cymbal from a drum set, even the black logo of the Meinl company was realistically carved into the silver.

“That’s like giving me a necklace that says ‘this person belongs to Ryan Seaman’,“ you laughed, knowing that Ryan only played with cymbals from the Meinl company.

Ryan just grinned and shrugged with a smile, as he watched your take out the necklace.

“What’s that date?”

You had turned around the pendant, and found a date edged into the back of it.

“That’s when we first met,” Ryan confessed, “at that concert, remember?”

Of course you remembered. A friend had asked you to accompany her to a concert, and you had agreed, even though you had not known the band, but you had taken the liberty to practice your photographing skills a little. After the show you had bumped into Ryan at the bar, and recognised him as the drummer. You probably would not have payed too much attention to him on stage had your friend not pointed out that he was just jumping in for the regular drummer who had gotten terribly ill. Somehow your friend had timed her comment exactly to a moment in which Ryan was playing especially passionately, and you had been unable to tear your eyes off of him for the rest of the show. When you and your friend recognised him, she insisted on talking to him, and that’s how you had gotten to know each other.

“Has it really been this long,” you wondered, running your fingertips over the date of several years ago.

“Crazy, right,” Ryan nodded, watching you as you marvelled at the jewellery.

“Can you help me?” Holding out the necklace to him, you turned around a little.

He scooted closer, and took it out of your hands.

“Can you pull your hair aside,” he asked quietly, and you did as he asked, before he opened the clasp, and carefully put the fragile necklace around your neck. Trying to close the clasp again he struggled slightly, and it took a moment. His fingers were warm as they slightly brushed against the skin of your nape, and the tiny touch sent a shiver down your spine.

“Done,” he eventually noted, “this clasp is seriously tiny.”

You smiled and turned back to him, your fingers automatically moving to the small pendant that was now resting on your pullover.

“Thank you so much, this is perfect,” you beamed.

“I’m glad you like it.”

For a long while you just looked at each other. It felt like you were getting lost in his dark brown eyes, a soft expression on his face as he took you in.

Suddenly there was a crash downstairs, followed by howling laughter, which tore you back into reality.

“Oh, I got you something too,” you finally remembered.

Once more you held out the small, velvet bag for Ryan to take, and this time he did.

Slowly he pulled open the two strings that had held the bag closed, and shook out a bracelet, made from cold shining steel. Between the links, exactly in the middle of the bracelet, was a plate, with an engraving.

“World’s Best Drummer,” Ryan read out loud, and laughed, “Seriously?”

“Well, I’m biased, but yeah,” you grinned, feeling yourself blush.

Honestly, you had debated for a long time whether you really should give Ryan the bracelet, but in the end it could either be funny or romantic, and as long as he would not explicitly ask, he would never know which of those two you had intended.

“This year is really drums centred, ey,” he joked, “help me?”

He held both his hand with the bracelet, and the other wrist out to you, so you scooted closer and took the metal out of his hand, and even though you had tried not to touch him, your fingertips brushed over his, the sensation shooting through your nervous system like a lightning bolt. The jewellery was heavy in your hand, and with skilled fingers you opened the clasp like Ryan had done with your necklace earlier.

He already held out his left hand for you, so you quickly wrapped the small chain around his wrist, and tried to close the clasp, but like him, you lost grip on the fine mechanics, and the one end of the bracelet slipped away. Nervously you looked at Ryan, but he was completely focused on your hands, watching how you tried to close the small carabiner hook. Quickly you focused back on the task, your fingers shaking slightly, which did not help. Finally, after almost half a dozen tries, you caught the eyelet, and were able to let go of the metal. Intending to pull back, you released an internal sigh, but suddenly, before you were able to move away too far, Ryan’s hands closed around yours, gently taking hold of them.

“Your hands are cold,” he noted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You just nodded. His hands were way bigger than yours, warm, and dry, steady, and somehow so familiar, even though he had never held your hands like this. A part of your mind was trying to panic, trying to make your heart race in your chest, trying to make you blush, but a bigger part suddenly felt very calm. Ryan’s presence alone always made you happier and calmer, and now that he was holding your hands, you felt completely at peace.

You knew he was watching your face, but you kept your eyes fixed on your hands, on the way his fingers wrapped around yours, and how he drew small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

After a while you grew aware of how close you were actually sitting; both facing each other, crossed legged, so close that your knees bumped against each other, your hands hanging between your bodies while Ryan played with your fingers, which you still had not averted your gaze from. Over time both of you had lent in, so that your foreheads were almost resting against each other, but only almost.

Downstairs voices were laughing too loudly; probably your mother had pulled out the egg nog, hoping to dissolve the tension. But this time neither Ryan nor you cared. You just looked at how his long, elegant fingers were brushing over yours again and again, an invisible pattern to an inaudible rhythm.

Somehow it filled you with sadness, thinking that this might be the only time you would hold hands with Ryan, and as if he had heard your thoughts, he tightened his grip around your hands, making you look up at him.

His face was a lot closer than you had expected, so close that you could feel the warm air of every single of his exhales on your skin. Everything about Ryan seemed to be warm, warm and safe and soft and inviting. Even his eyes held warmth as they scanned your face. The crinkles he had when he was smiling were gone, but there was softness in his gaze that you had never seen like this before. His skin was even and smooth, except for the jaw and around his lips, where he was not cleanly shaven.

You wonder if you had ever seen him shaven cleanly. Probably not. Your eyes wandered over his lips, which looked so kissable right now, or rather: always. When your gaze had wandered back to his eyes, you found he had been watching you the whole time. Curiously he tilted his head, just a tiny bit, and a smile pulled on his lips. And there they were, the crinkles, immediately playing around his eyes again, making you smile just as softly. You held his gaze, the strange feeling of him being able to look into your soul overcoming you all of a sudden.

Slowly your smiles faded, the expression of both of your faces just as loving as before. For a moment Ryan’s eyes flickered down to your lips, but when he looked back at your eyes, and you did not move to pull away, he took the courage and leant in, gently pressing his lips to yours in a hesitant kiss.

Even though you had seen it coming, your breath hitched, and your heart skipped a beat. His lips were soft, chapped, but soft, and just as warm as you had always imagined. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you shivered slightly when he let go of one of your hands, placing it at the side of your face, carefully holding you in place. For a good while the kiss stayed shy, timid, but as if suddenly something had snapped in Ryan, he unfolded his knees, and pushed you over, so you were on your back, never breaking the kiss, and instead deepening it. Since he had let go of your hands now, using the second to hold himself up over you so you were not crushed by his weight, you finally had the opportunity to use your hands too, one of them immediately traveling to the back of his neck, pulling him in closer, while you gripped into his shirt with the other.

You had started to feel lightheaded a while ago, as if you were drifting away from the ground, and holding onto Ryan gave you the feeling to stay on the floor, until you realised your light-headedness originated in the lack of oxygen. But you could not care any less about that, not right now. Ryan was kissing you so desperately and so sweetly, that nothing else mattered. It was felt he was pouring all of the emotions he had ever felt about you into that kiss, wave after wave, not leaving a speck of doubt that he might not feel the same for you as you felt for him. Later you would learn that he had almost immediately fallen in love with you, from the first moment on, and that’s how he had remembered the date you had first met. But in that moment, in which he kissed you, that was just a distant suspicion, and did not matter, because your mind was too occupied trying to convey your own emotions as well as taking in all the feelings you were getting from him.

The peaceful moment was rudely interrupted by a heavy knock on the door, which made Ryan and you pull apart.

“(y/n), uncle and aunt are leaving, and they want you to say good bye,” you mother spoke through the door.

Quietly you sighed, and opened your eyes. Ryan’s face was closely hovering over yours, his cheeks pinks, his lips red and swollen, an annoyed but also slightly amused expression on his face.

“I’ll be down in a moment,” you answered your mother, loud enough for her to hear through the closed door.

When you heard her steps moving away from your room, you sighed again, this time a little louder.

“Merry Christmas,” you shook your head, clearly being sarcastic.

Ryan moved so you could sit up, and brushed a strand of hair out of your face, a grin plastered on his face as he felt you lean into his touch.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly, and kissed you again.

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Day6 “We Got Married” (Jae)

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Part 1, Part 2

Word count: 2330 (Part 3)

Jae hands you one of the keys and you hold it tight in your hand, afraid you’re going to drop it and lose it. The two of you sit in silence as the ferris wheel goes around its course, complacent with how your night was ending from a fun day at the fair with Jae. Your cart finally came back to the beginning and the two of you got off, making sure to take your little purple elephant and giant microphone as the two of you headed for the exit of the fair “Are you excited to see the house?” Jae asks, making small talk as you walked to your new home as it wasn’t too far from the fairgrounds. You nodded happily as you hugged your elephant “I’m curious on if we’re going to need to buy furniture for it or not” You tell him and he nods as he walks alongside you “I didn’t think about that” He jokes with a little laugh and the topic moves on, keeping the small talk going as you walked home.

You guys arrived at the front door after climbing three flights of stairs in an apartment complex and he took a deep breath before taking his key out of his pocket and slips it into the lock “Ready?” He asks and you nod, he turns the key, swinging the door open and letting you walk in before him. You glanced around the spacious living room and noticed the almost bare room but it wasn’t completely empty “Looks like we don’t need to buy too much furniture” Jae mentioned and the two of you walked the small one-bedroom apartment. The two of you walked into the bedroom and discovered there to be no bed, making you laugh a little as you realized you’d be sharing a bed with Jae from this night on. “It’s getting late, we should go to Ikea or something to get somethings we need” Jae suggests and you hugged your elephant tighter, embarrassed by the thoughts running through your head “Yeah, we can get dinner there too,” You tell him, trying to push through the fact you knew your face was red hot. “Are you okay?” Jae asked and you just nodded “Let’s go,” You tell him, finally setting down the elephant and taking the microphone from Jae to set it down as well.

You end up getting a Uber to Jae’s place so that we could get his car and he could grab the clothes he packed, he also drove over to your place so you could grab your packed clothes before heading off to Ikea. “Okay, so what things are we looking for?” Jae asked as you two got there and started walking up to the entrance “First and foremost, a bed frame and mattress with a box spring” You tell and start to list the items your apartment needs on your fingers “We’ll also need a rug for both the living room and bedroom, a bookshelf, some more dining chairs, bed stands, and a dresser and that’s all for furniture” You tell him and the two of you now walk inside Ikea to which he grabs a paper and pencil right away, writing down what you were saying “Then we’ll need some normal home necessities like pots and pans, silverware, dishes, and cups, towels and other things for the bathroom and around the house and then all that’s left is groceries” You finish telling him everything the two of you will need in the new home.

“And probably other things along the way” He adds on, you nodding as a reply. The two of you walk through the store with a cart, grabbing the smaller things you needed along the way as well as looking at the furniture and jotting down which ones you were going to buy. “We might want to get a new couch eventually too,” Jae says, taking a break from walking and plopping down on a small couch and you fall down next to him “Maybe, but for sure not this one,” You tell him and he pouts at you “Why not?” He asks and you just chuckle “You’re kidding right” This is way too small,” You tell him, raising your voice a little at the end and he ends up laughing before pulling you closer “But I like being this close” He says, voice low and making your face burn red “Oh,” You say, changing the subject and standing up “We’ll also need a bed set” You say and he hangs his head in defeat “Okay, I’m getting hungry so lets go to the food court and then finish shopping, it’s going to be a long night” He says, finally standing up and pushing the cart forward again.

The two of you grab your dinner in the food court before looking at the beds they had available “This one is cute and simple” You say, pointing out a bed frame you liked and looking at the tag “It would go well with the bedside tables we said we liked before” Jae said, voice in a tone of thought and he looked at the bed “Will it fit?” You asked and he nodded while sticking his lips out “Yeah, our room is big enough” He said and you smiled before sitting on the mattress they had with the frame “This mattress isn’t bad either” You told him and pressed your hands into the mattress to see how soft it was. He came over and fell face-first into the mattress before turning on his side, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you down with him “We have to test it like this” He said, voice deep and lined with fatigue, your face burns red again for the nth time that day and you wiggled out of his arms “It’s too soft then, I want something a little more firm” You mumble before stealing the cart and moving sections.

The two of you try out many mattresses before finding the one and on each and every single one, Jae had to lie down and try to pull you down with him but you were able to avoid him after his first few tries. The two of you head to the warehouse and grab the things you needed before moving onto check out, loading the car and giving the delivery people your new address as they would be driving over the bigger items and heading home. You guys helped the delivery people bring in your stuff before bidding them goodbye with a tip. Jae starts to take things out of their boxes but you stop him before he gets too far “We don’t have anything we need to do tomorrow other than grocery shopping, right?” You ask him and he nods tiredly, making you give him a soft and sad smile “Then lets just put the bed frame together and wash up for bed, we can go out to have breakfast and put everything else together tomorrow” You suggest, he returns the soft smile and nods again without another word before locating the bed frame and started to take the pieces out of its box.

The two of tiredly assemble the bed frame in the bedroom and adjust the placement to your liking before adding the box spring and mattress. You luckily remembered to wash the bedding as soon as you got home and took it all from the dryer and made the bed while Jae took a shower and cleaned up for bed. Your small one-bedroom apartment had one and a half bathrooms with the full bathroom set off of your bedroom like a suite and your half bathroom was a local one near the front door. You moved around the bedroom awkwardly since just a door separated you and a naked Jae while you got the room together. You heard the shower stop and him move around within the bathroom before entering the bedroom with his hair wet and a towel draped across his shoulders “The shampoo and conditioner you chose smells really good” Jae says as he walks towards his bag and grabbed some lotion out of it; you couldn’t help but take in the way he looked so small in his baggy sweat pants and oversized tee. “Dry your hair properly” You mumble and pull the towel from his shoulders over his hair as he but the lotion on his face and quickly went to the bathroom to take your shower.

When you get out of the shower you felt a little uncomfortable so you put on your bra again before slipping on a baggy long sleeve shirt and some basketball shorts. You were drying your hair as you left the bathroom and left the towel draping over your head as you ruffled through your bag to do your nightly routine “How’s it hanging, Gollum?” You heard Jae behind you and patted the top of your head before walking over and sitting on the bed as he drank a cup of water “Oh my god,” You mumble and fold the towel over your face while sitting in the corner of the room in front of your bag and you hear Jae laugh at you “Am I really that ugly?” You whine which makes him laugh a little harder but not respond to you. You sigh when he doesn’t say anything but he comes close to you and he almost scream at the top of your lungs when you hear his voice right by your ear saying “It’s ‘cause you’re my precious” He whispers which makes you whip around and give him the most cringe face you have “For one, if I’m you’re precious then I’m the ring and you’re Gollum, and second, the cringe!” You freak and he laughs at you harder as he watches you.

The next morning you wake up earlier than Jae since you weren’t really able to sleep much last night anyways because of how awkward it was for you and how uncomfortable it was to sleep in a bra ((important psa; don’t sleep in a bra/binder, it’s really bad for your body)). You quietly got out of bed and started to get ready for the day in the bathroom after grabbing everything you needed from your bag and locking yourself inside. When you were done, you stepped back into the bedroom to find Jae still in a deep sleep with his mouth slightly open and muttered an illogical word here and there which made you smile sweetly at him and note that he was a heavy sleeper. You left the room and slowly closed the door behind you before starting to grab the boxes that were left scattered in the living room and organized them relative to where the piece of furniture was going to be once it was assembled. You decided to work of putting the dining chairs together since they were simple and when you were halfway done with the first one, Jae came stumbling through the bedroom door.

“Keeping all the fun for yourself?” Jae asks, voice deep and scratchy from waking up and he rubs his eye as he moves to sit down next to you “You were sleeping like a baby so I didn’t want to wake you” You tell him you see him blush a bit and his ears go red, making you laugh as it felt natural for you to tell him that. “Ah, please tell me I didn’t snore!” He freaks and bends over to where he’s almost folded in half while he covered the back of his head with his hands “No, but you did talk in your sleep here and there” You tell him, giggling “What did I say?” He snaps up and leans towards you “Nothing worth repeating,” You tell him, leaning towards him as well before the two of you laugh. After a moment, you hear Jae’s stomach growl and that makes both of you blush lightly out of embarrassment “Do you want to go get breakfast?” You ask him and he nods quickly before standing up “I’ll go get dressed” He says while pointing in the direction of the bedroom to which you nod and he walks away. He comes out and a few minutes later and you’ve finally finished the first chair and set it up before making sure you had everything you needed to leave the house.

“Are you ready?” Jae asked as he rubbed his eyes again before grabbing his keys and making sure he had his phone and wallet. You simply nodded as a response and a small smile when you noticed just how soft Jae was in the morning and wondered if he was like this just when he was tired. “Let’s just walk to the cafe down the street, it’ll be a nice morning walk” You suggest and he nods before rubbing his eyes again, you laugh a little “Are you sure you got enough sleep? We can go for breakfast a little later” You tell him and rub his back while he pouts his lips out and shakes his head this time “I just need some coffee and then I’ll be good” He tells you with a soft smile and the two of you leave. It was nearing the end of summer so the mornings were colder than usual and you shivered a little when the two of you made it outside “Are you cold?” Jae asked and you shook your head lightly before wrapping your arms around yourself since you decided to wear a tee and some jeans “Come here,” Jae laughed before walking behind you and wrapping his coat around you with his hands in the pockets making you laugh hard and burn red “I bet we look like some kids in their dads coat trying to look like an adult” You joke and the both of you laugh together.

A/N: I wanted to write some other things but I also want to move on lmao

[kingofdirtandnothing]

wemultitudinous asked: Even 700 miles away, John's shit at texting back, and their calls are short and infrequent. Hence, an honest to god letter. Or several. “Laurens – since I can’t demand your attention by using you as a pillow, guess I have to use my words to tell you that NY sucks without you. Didn’t really notice until you were gone just how much of my day you are. Pretty fucking rude to wriggle your way into my affections like that, but since you’re already wedged all up in there, I guess I’ll let it slide..."

Jeanine brings him the honest-to-fucking-god bundle of letters up to his room, and John’s torn between about three different shades of embarrassment from ‘my parent’s maid brought me my mail’ to ‘my boyfriend literally sent me like eight letters over Christmas break’. But Jeanine doesn’t seem like she suspects anything, and once John controls that instinct to hide the papers any time his parents come near him, they start ignoring them too. 

It doesn’t hurt that there’s a letter tucked in the middle, a fucking decoy of peak Alexander Hamilton pettiness that talks about finding him a girlfriend while he was down here, and the length of his nose. 

His nose. John chokes on his orange juice at the kitchen table over that one and ends up having to go change his shirt because he gets it all over his sleeve. 

He tells himself that he’s going to be good. Only read one every couple of days, the way they’d probably been written. Or at least the way they would have come in the mail if Alex hadn’t forgotten until the last one to even put them in the mail. 

But he’s full of shit, and apparently a fucking teenage girl because he tucks them between the mattress and the box spring when he isn’t in his room and he lies on his bed and traces the heavy pressure of a pen and Alex’s scrawling handwriting when he’s trying to go to sleep. 

John won’t go home until after the new year. And it’s fucking something, to think of New York as home and South Carolina as some nebulous other place, but he can only deal with so many existential crises in a day. So he picks one, and makes a plan of attack. 

For the first, he goes all out. Gotta make that opening salvo count. John has to go to three different antique stores, which delights his mother to have the company, and he finds it on a spinning rack in the third. Obnoxious. Bright. Gaudy. His mother says ‘oh, that’s...nice, Jack’ and he knows it’s the right one. 

There’s no return address on it, because Alex would have to be blind to not know where it came from. (And it’s not like Alex didn’t have the big house’s address anyway.) John doesn’t even sign it. He slaps a stamp on it, and scribbles across the open space on the back. 

You shouted down a drunk argument in a bar to tell both people they were wrong. And then you danced with Herc. You did the butterfly, because apparently it’s 1995 forever. When we had to pull you out of another argument and onto the street, you looked at me and said ‘I never had a group of friends before. I promise that I’ll make ya’ll proud.’ Ten seconds later, you were chatting up a girl waiting for a cab. 

The next one is postmarked the next day. John Laurens might have surprising patience when it comes to a particular someone, but he’s never been great at delaying satisfaction. And honestly, trawling gas stations for ugly postcards kills time and gets him out of the house, and away from the press of well meaning questions about his career, about his dating life and everything else. There was only so many times that pictures of Lafayette’s basset hound would get him out of trouble.

This one is a little more generic, but a little more local, too. Close to home, so to speak. John’s pen is red today, and there’s spirals in the corner of the postcard where he’s had to lick the end to get it going again. 

First time I got into a fight sober around you, I laid out a guy on Tremont Ave for calling me a faggot. I thought you were going to bail. You got napkins from the taco truck and a water bottle, and you cleaned my hands. You didn’t ask. You just said ‘fuck that guy’ and that was it. Like nothing else mattered. 

The third is postmarked Christmas Eve. They still sneak a phone call that night before his parents have their big party, but John says nothing about the postcards. Alex was a smart kid. He’d figure them out. 

The words on this one are wobbly, blue ink that was held up against a brick wall to do the writing. The outer wall of the post office to be exact. No way in hell was John leaving this written anywhere his parents could see. 

We were at the Boiler Room because the drinks were cheap and Laf and Adri were off again. The guy looked like Idris Elba if you were drunk and it was dark. You fucked him in the bathroom. I went and washed my hands so I could hear you. It wrecked me to know you were as bossy getting fucked as you are any other time.

The last one is delivered on New Year’s eve. A single, cramped line. 

You kissed my hand and all I could think about was that it was somebody else’s skin on your lips. 

John flies in on the afternoon of New Years, hungover as fuck and regretting every life choice that brought him to this point. He drops his bag near the front door, keys in the bowl and kicks his shoes towards the couch. 

And he has every damn intention of going to bed, until he sees a dark head poked out from under Egyptian cotton sheets, knees turned towards the wall. 

There’s one of Alex’s yellow legal pads on the other side of the bed. John flips past page after page of nearly fucking encoded notes to get to a blank page. 

I knew I loved you a long time ago. But those are the times it hit me hardest.

He puts the notebook back down on the bed and pads out into the living room. He could catch a nap on the couch. 

[4llmywr1tings]

Unforgettable

Pairing/Characters: Dean X Reader Words: 3,527 Warnings: self depreciating thoughts, suicidal conversations, canon violence, language A/N: (Y/N): your name. (Y/N/N): your nickname Prompt: “You are unforgettable.” Tagging: @autoblocked

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You could hear a steady heart beat. Maybe it was that guy lying on the floor.

No, it couldn’t have been, that was your heart. It was pounding out of your chest, almost to the point you could hear it. Or at least the werewolf might.

You flip the silver knife around in your hand, trying to decide if you were actually going to go through with it. To actually go ahead with the suicide mission.

Hell, no one would miss you. You didn’t have much family left. No mom, no dad, not even a sibling. They were killed by a demon. That’s how you met the Winchester’s. The demon was about to plunge the already used butcher knife into your heart, when brothers came barging in to your home.

You had met Dean a few months prior. He came in to your auto shop looking for a part to his carburetor and after a few minutes; his charm had you reeling for more when he wasn’t around.

After saving your life, and helping you fight a giant panic attack, you finally were able to accept that there were other things in the world, including Demons. You also had to accept that you were now alone.

Against Dean’s better judgment (or so you thought,) they took you in, letting you stay with them. You cooked, you cleaned, you researched and once you were ready, they’d train you to hunt.

That’s why you were hesitating rushing the werewolf. You could evade a few hits here and there; hell you’d killed a few witches and demons all by yourself. But Dean and Sam were there next to you, just in case. Dean and Sam also didn’t let you take on a werewolf in the time you had started living with them. It was too much for you.

‘Well, here goes nothing,’ you mutter to yourself. You look to the werewolf, crouching over the victim, ready to take his heart. Despite all you’re feeling, you can’t let it go on any further.

“Hey!” you yell.

Then you do the stupidest thing you can think of. You let out a whistle as if you’re calling out for your lost dog.

The male werewolf shoots his head up, looking to you, and his eyes change. He let’s a growl out from deep within him and springs in to action.

You easily evade his first few blows. You had caught him just enough off guard to give him a small beating to the gut.

That enrages him, and you lose the element of surprise, and your silver knife.

The wolf hisses at the silver and pushes you against the nearest wall. Sheet rock is pulled away, revealing a brick wall. Your back slams against it with a crunching force, and your head smacks it almost just as hard. Your vision goes white for a few seconds, but you pull yourself, readying in a fighting stance. The one Dean had taught you.

‘Sorry Dean, I guess you won’t be getting that pie you wanted or the burger.’ You thought to yourself.

You distribute your body weight over your feet – it’s a little more difficult to knock you off your feet.

You hold your fists up to your face – it’s easier to block a blow to your face.

You clutch your hands together, remembering not to tuck your thumbs in – that one you remembered learning as a kid. You had a boy harassing you in middle school, so you punched him. And you learned quickly what not to do. You had gotten a broken thumb.

You breathe in heavily.

“Wow, you’re a lot stronger than I thought.” He chuckles as he walks towards your knife. Even though the silver is painful to him, he picks up the blade. “You are stupid though.”

“I’ve been told that before.” You quip.

“That I can agree on.”

And with that, the werewolf charges you. Your head is swimming, and you’re in pain after only one brush against the wall. He brandishes the knife at you, but you manage to pin his arm, bending it as hard as you can in the opposite direction.

You kick back at his knee, and he groans in pain. You turn, as he’s gaining his composure, and you get cocky. Too cocky in fact, a trait that you got from Dean. ‘The fight first, ask questions later’ type of fight.

You’re dumb. You bend over to grab for the knife, the only weapon you have to defend yourself. You feel a knee to the chest, sending you back in to the wall. This time you can’t get up and the wolf makes his way to you, sending a blow to your stomach with his foot.

You cry out in pain, it’s numbing, that you almost want more. You take blow after blow, until the werewolf tires, and goes after your knife.

“Stupid little hunter.” He sneers. “YOU are probably the dumbest hunter in the world.”

You close your eyes at his words.

It was true.

You couldn’t understand why the Winchester brothers kept you around. It wasn’t because of your skills. You were rudimentary at best. You were an okay shot; and five times out of ten you hit your intended target. That just wasn’t good enough in this business.

When it came to research you were okay. You were a college drop out, who barely made it by in high school. You understood technology worse than Cas and that was saying something.

You were stupid.

“What the Winchester’s see in you, I have no idea.” The acidity level in his voice could almost melt you.

It was true.

You weren’t sure what they saw in you either.

“Just get it over with. I’m tired of seeing your ugly face.” You cough, feeling your mouth start to fill with blood.

He points the knife in your face, and you close your eyes, waiting for the monster to just end your miserable life.

“You stay away from her you son of a bitch!”

Dean.

Of course he had to show up, and then he’d have some convoluted point to prove.

“Well, he came. You know, I don’t know what you see in this little bitch. She’s – ” He can’t finish his sentence, a shot rings out, and the body falls with a thud to the ground.

A part of you is glad Dean came when he did, and your sigh shows it.

“(Y/N/N). Damn it, what were you thinking?” he used your pet name. Right now you really didn’t want to hear it. You wanted that ache – the one that wasn’t from your beating – to go away.

You wipe a tear away, and try to brace yourself and sit up.

“No. You aren’t getting up by yourself.” He puts a hand on your back, and scoops you up in his arms, holding you tight to his body. You whimper in pain, but he doesn’t notice, quickly taking you out of the house.

By the time you had returned to the bunker, you wouldn’t let Dean carry you anymore. You were tired of being coddled, and he didn’t seem to get it.

“Oh good, you found her. Is everything alri – ” Sam stops mid – sentence, seeing the look on your face, and then Dean’s even angrier look.

“No, it isn’t.” Dean mutters. He turns to you, and folds his arms across his chest. He reminded you of your father right about now. “What the hell were you doing, trying to get yourself killed? You know you’re not ready for a solo hunt yet.”

“Of course Dean. I was being stupid, and trying to off myself. I have about given up.” Sam winces at your words, he’s still in the room, like a little kid in between a fighting mom and dad.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asks, his voice is quiet. You can tell your words got to him too. He just doesn’t want to say it out loud. You’re damn suicidal.

“You don’t know?” you mutter getting up. Your tone is a little icy, and you can’t help but feel sorry for your next words. “I must’ve given you a little too much credit for being smart Dean.”

You try and stand, and have trouble, and both Sam and Dean race to your aide. “I’m not fucking fragile!” you yell. You were tired of people thinking you were some China doll in some glass shop. You were stronger than you let on. “I can walk on my own.”

Sam backs off quickly, not wanting to get the backlash of your anger, but Dean is a little less perceiving and he persists.

“(Y/N), let me at least help you to your room.” He replies.

“Winchester, if you as so much touch me right now, I will fucking stab you. Just leave me alone.”

Dean sighs, not knowing what to do or what has gotten in to you, but he backs off and watches you limp towards your room.

You step in to the bathroom and slowly peel out of your clothes; a large purple and blue bruise is spreading where you were kicked repeatedly in the ribs. You poke at the skin, just to feel some sort of pain, something else other than the internal and mental pain you were feeling.

You let the hot water run on your tired and aching body, and stand under the faucet until the water runs cold. You can hear the door open. You’re sure Dean is at the door, maybe even sitting on the counter. Waiting, lurking, hoping for some sort of answer.

You were one to keep to yourself. One to listen to Dean’s words, and one to not swear. You had gone out on a solo hunt, and you had let out the F word. Twice. So you knew they knew something was wrong.

To your dismay, Dean wouldn’t let it slide. He was sitting on the counter waiting for you.

You roll your eyes and wrap the towel around you, hiding as much of your bruised ribcage as you possibly can before turning to him.

“What do you want Dean? Can’t a girl shower in privacy?” you ask.

“No. Not until I’m convinced you’re okay.”

“I don’t want to talk Dean.”

“Well I don’t care. You are going to talk, and it can be now while you’re soaking wet, or once you’re dressed. But we’re talking. Got it?”

Despite being the cold-hearted hunter he liked to convince people he was, he was truly a softy.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

You brush past him and walk across the hall to your room.

You dress quickly. As quickly as your aching body will let you, because you want to get the conversation over. You pull a shirt over your head, barely being able to move your arms. You’re combing a ratted mess of curly hair when Dean knocks on your door.

“Wow. You actually knocked.” You mutter. You grimace as you hit a snag, and Dean tries to come to you. You hold out your hand and stop him. “Get the yelling over with, because I really just want to go to bed.”

“I’m not going to yell, because I feel that wouldn’t help.”

“You’re damn right it won’t. You aren’t my father Dean, you’re my equal.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He sits down and looks up to you.

“I didn’t say in hunting Dean, I said you were my equal. I’m a human being.”

“Why do you even care if I’m a little overbearing? I do this because I.”

“I want to protect you. I know. I know.” You mutter. If you had heard it once, you heard it a thousand times.

“(Y/N/N), what’s gotten in to you? I’m worried.”

“Clinical depression Dean. That’s what’s gotten in to me.” You reply.

“Wait, you’re depressed?” he asked confused as to why.

“Yeah. It runs in the family, and after my parents died, so did the insurance plan that covered my meds.” You said throwing a pill bottle at him. “They were helping. I guess they were helping me be less reckless and stupid.”

“You can’t listen to what that monster was saying.”

“Why? It’s true. What I did was stupid.” You replied.

“Why don’t you just take me back? Tell me what’s going on? You used to talk to me.”

You sigh and finally look to him. “Why do you guys keep me around? I’m no good on hunts; I’ve already proven myself in that category. I barely help Sam on research, hell I can barely cook.”

“Is that what this is about? Your place here?”

“Dean, I’ve seen first hand what you do. It’s important. You’re saving the world, time and time again. I sold parts at an auto – store. What good was that?” you twirl a curly tendril of hair around your finger. You keep your eyes on the tips, seeking out any split ends.

“We met each other.”

“Please Dean, I know you barely see me as a friend, let alone anything I want this to be.” You motion between the two of you.

“What? How? Did I not make it obvious?” he asks, sputtering.

“That’s beside the point Dean. You wanted to know. I’m telling you. I was bullied as a kid. I was always so sick with chemo and radiation from the cancer that I never went to school. When I finally did, I had no friends. And the people that did actually talk to me, either kicked me, hit me, or made fun of me for the sudden weight gain. And to make it even better, my family didn’t understand. The only person that understood was my grandma, and she’s no longer here. People telling you you’re ugly and fat and worthless, it takes a lot longer for a woman to forget and unlearn, than a man. So yeah. I wanted to kill my self. I ran out of something that was helping me, and I didn’t see any other way.”

Dean is silent. You want him to say something, so you don’t feel like an idiot, or a frickin’ pariah. “I wish you would’ve told me. That I had known. I wish you would’ve talked to me. I’m always here for you, even if you think it’s stupid.”

“That’s the thing Dean. No matter how much someone says they’re there for someone, my brain doesn’t accept it. I self – depreciate too much.” You reply. You’re leaning against your dresser, but you’re in too much pain so you stiffly walk towards the bed. “Shit, I’m more like you than I thought.”

“I get that. Well, I don’t really get that. But I love you (Y/N). I am here for you. Why the hell would you think that it would be alright to go and off yourself? Do you not feel like you’re family?” he asks.

“No Dean. Not really.” You prop yourself up on your elbows, and look to him. “I can’t tell you how many times you come home from a hunt, and need your laundry washed, or a hot meal, and you’ve just expected it. Or how often you come home to a clean and tidy bunker, yet you both don’t even say a damn thing. It’s just expected of me. And yes, I get that. You invited me in to your home. I’m the odd man out. It still hurts.”

You don’t mean to, but you get a sad look from Dean, your feelings have been heard and he knows you are hurt. You take a breath, and lie back down; your side is hurting too much.

“I get that I’m living in your home, for free. But it sucks. Think how you would feel if the situation were reversed.” You wipe a tear from your face and close your eyes.

By the time you open them, Dean’s green eyes are gazing at you. “You know how beautiful you are right now. Even when you are all emotional.”

“Oh shut the hell up, you don’t know what you’re talking about Dean.” You try and turn away from him, but you can’t. The pain stops you.

“I do know what I’m talking about, and you are just going to shut that gorgeous mouth of yours, and let me talk.” He says standing.

“Wow, forward, eh?” you mutter.

“Just listen, please.”

You sigh and nod, showing him he has your attention.

“I’m so sorry that we don’t appreciate what you do around here. And I know that we could utilize you more, on hunts. But I have selfish motives. I’m doing this for a reason. I’m keeping you safe for certain reasons.”

You try and speak; and you know what you’d say. Even he’d know what you’d say.

You’d say the same thing you always did. I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself; so on and so forth.

You’re about to tell him your spiel, for the thousandth time when he shakes his head. “Let me get this out while I’ve got enough confidence to.” He clears his throat and smiles, making you feel weak at your knees. “I wanted this to be something,” he motions between the two of you, “since the minute I walked in looking for that part for the impala. Yeah, you may not have a degree in college; I barely made it through high school before getting my GED. And yes, you may not go on as many hunts as you want.”

He cups your cheek in his hand, and forces you to look to him. Right about now, you think you have an idea of where the conversation is going to go. You want him to say it, but you aren’t sure you would believe it.

“There’s a big reason I don’t like you going on hunts. One, you just lost your parents to demons. I say you’ve come a long the last few months, but you’re still grieving. I wish I could’ve had a lot more time to grieve my family, but I was a kid. A hunt isn’t the place to be to grieve the loss of family. Two, I don’t want to see you get hurt. I love you, and if I can protect someone I love, I’ll do it in any way I can.”

“You love Sam, yet you don’t force him to stay home and do your laundry or cleaning or cooking. You let him go on solo hunts – ” childish, you know, but you had to say it –  “You let him contribute.”

“Yeah, I do, but I don’t see myself settling down with him, or starting a family, or actually leaving the life. I see it with you, and if I can protect you, I will.”

“How could you love someone like me?” you ask. You felt child like, but you really needed him to tell you. You needed to hear it before you dropped things. “Well,” he slowly wraps his arms around you, gingerly caressing your body, finding the only spots that weren’t in pain. “I love that you can magically defuse any tension between me and Sam. You can help us forget about what we’re fighting about in minutes, it’s ridiculous. You can take apart an engine and put it back together better than any mechanic. No, any male mechanic I’ve ever met. Better than I can, and I’ve rebuilt baby so many times. You have the sharpest memory ever. You’ll remember things Sam or Cas or I have said weeks ago. Sam can barely remember what happened last week. Damn guy hits his head so much. Even though you never thrived in the academic setting, you can remember things Sam and I can’t with the lore and things we’ve said. Hell, he went to Law School.” He shrugs his shoulders. “A bit of it at least.”

You giggle slightly at his last comment, and snuggle in tighter to his body, no matter how loud your joints were screaming at you.

“And even though you just went through the ringer with that werewolf, you are the strongest woman I know. You are unforgettable. I could never forget someone like you. Someone that went through that should be in intensive care. You don’t know how much I admire how quickly you bounce back after a fight. And you do make a mean pecan pie.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head.

“Thank you Dean.” You say quietly.

“For what?” he asks. You can feel him kiss your forehead and you close your eyes happily.

“All those kind words. I’m broken. It’s going to take a lot to fix me. I’m all duct tape and super glue and safety pins inside. You may need to remind me from time to time.”

He pulls you to his body, all though your limbs and joints are protesting; you situate your body on his, head resting on his heart.

It’s then that you two both enter a silent agreement not to talk any more.

Just to be.

To hold each other.

A silent agreement that would hold strong and true for years and years to come.