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beauvibaby · 4 years ago

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Across The Street — Part Two

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a/n: just a short two parted series for y’all, I hope you enjoyed it!

Surely this wouldn’t be easy.

Those words were all that ran through your mind, but, if you’re being truthful, you didn’t know if it was anything to be worried about. Considering how he just kissed you and walked off, who does that?

But then, he started texting you daily, and sneaking flirty comments in when you’d see him in public, just enough to keep your mind at ease. Not to mention the kisses stolen when it was just the two of you. He wasn’t used to something like this, for him it kind of just always happened, but with you, it was different. He wanted to show you how you should be treated, and he hated to admit that how he normally went about things wasn’t how you deserved to be treated.

“Good luck on your first day!”

His text read, following a good morning message as well, it was finally time for you to start watching Steven and Emily, you were beyond ecstatic to fall into a routine. You needed it, a constant in your life. You were at a red light, just outside the kids neighborhood when you sent him a thank you, and told him to have a good day. It sounded cliche, but the two of you didn’t have that awkward phase, you skipped straight into being comfortable together.

Parking your car, you went inside and proceeded to have an amazing first day, both of the kids so happy to have you there, putting their mom at ease. Emily clung to your hip most of the day, still being new to walking, but she happily babbled to you whenever she wasn’t napping, and Steven was proudly showing off his Lego collection to you, and adorably telling you how Emily wasn’t allowed near them because she tried to eat them. You gasped, making him feel proud that he at least thought he taught you something new. By the end of the day you were beaming ear to ear, and couldn’t help but call Tyler on your drive home, you didn’t think much of the gesture, but Tyler did.

“Hello?” He answered, confused, not expecting to hear from you, not that he was complaining. “Tyler! I just had the best first day, I’m already in love with those kids, they’re so sweet, and cute, oh my god!” You rambled, stopping when he began to laugh over the phone. “What?” You pouted, even if he couldn’t see you. “Nothing, it’s just–am I the first person you called?” He questioned, and your face warmed up, “maybe.” You sang, he laughed under his breath. “That’s sweet, baby.” The word slipped before he could stop it, and you swear you couldn’t get even redder than you already were. “Mhm, who else would I call?” You teased him, listening as he went silent, you heard movement before he spoke, “dunno, Cassidy? Henry? Jenny?” He offered, laughing groggily, “oh my god! I’m sorry, your nap.” You rushed checking the time, they were away for a game, the time difference, you felt terrible. “S’alright.” He mumbled, “go to sleep, Ty.” You demanded with a giggle, “call me after the game?” You added in a questioning tone, unsure if that was pushing the bounds of this new relationship. “It’ll be so late there.” He reminded you. “I don’t care.” You admitted, realizing how badly you wanted to see him now. “Ok, ok, I’ll call.” He laughed softly, “bye, Y/N.” He murmured, “bye.” You repeated, hanging up the call, chewing your lip, a smile evident on your face.

“Why are you so happy?” Henry teased the second you walked in, you rolled your eyes, slipping your shoes off by the door, “it was my first day remember?” You called, walking through the kitchen, “how was it?” He paused whatever show he was watching, looking over the back of the couch towards the kitchen. You pulled out something to cook for dinner, “it was great! They’re such a nice family.” You gushed, not boring him with the details, knowing he wouldn’t bother to listen anyways. “I’m going out with Jenny again tonight.” He spoke over his show as he turned it back on. Your eyebrows shot up, “really?” You squealed, bouncing in the kitchen. Henry only laughed in response at your enthusiasm. You were happy that the two were working out so far, and Jenny was the only one who knew about you and Tyler. Your mind drifted back to him as you cooked, about what it would be like to go on a proper date with him, not sneaking off when you were with your friends, or hushed conversations at night.

“Seriously, you're terrifyingly happy.” Henry grimaced, walking past you after he got ready for his date, you scoffed, trying to kick him as he walked past but he dodged it. “Am I not allowed to be happy oh dearest brother of mine?” You mumbled, scooping a spoonful of your rice and beef into your mouth. “I didn’t say that! It just seems like more than a good first day of work…” he trailed off, eyeing you suspiciously. “Is it a boy?” He raised an eyebrow, you shrugged, “don’t wanna be late for your date, Henry.” You pointed to the time, and he gasped, panicking as if she wasn’t just downstairs, but rightfully so, because then he’d have no excuse for being late. “Have fun!” You called as the door shut, slinking your way to your room after doing the dishes, you wasted time on your phone until the game was supposed to start. After making sure you had your things ready for work again tomorrow, your music cut off as you got a notification, making you rush over to your phone. A Snapchat from Tyler, a simple photo of his laced up skates, “almost game time, you gonna watch?”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, you already had the channel on the TV, and your Seguin jersey, of course you had one, it had been–at the time–a terrible Christmas gift from Henry, but now it wasn’t so bad. You walked over by the TV, taking a silly selfie, “of course I’m watching, I’m offended you thought I wouldn’t!”

He opened it nearly instantly, and you turned pink as you got the notification of him taking a screenshot. “That better be my jersey.” A chat, instead of a photo, “no, it’s Roope’s.” You laughed, receiving a string of angry emojis from him. You felt a little daring tonight, and you felt good, running off a high from today, so you stepped into the bathroom, turning to the side so the number on the sleeve showed, sending him a picture, the caption only being a winking face. This time you chuckled as he took a screenshot, he wasn’t shy, that’s for sure. He didn’t respond, which you expected as the game was supposed to start in a few minutes. You curled up against your headboard, plugging your phone in beside your bed and snuggling in for the game. Happy that Henry was out, giving you the chance to shout at the game as much as you want without him questioning your sudden concern for the players, Tyler specifically. But it was a good game, an easy game, which was good, as you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle anything serious happening when they were so far away.

When you woke up to your alarm, realizing Tyler never called, you were slightly upset, but it melted away when you saw the texts from him in your phone.

“Are you up?”

“Told you it was gonna be late, goodnight Y/N”

You laughed, typing out a congrats and good morning text before beginning your new routine for the day.

It went like this for a while, the boys gone on a string of away games for a couple of weeks, which felt like an eternity to you.

You were thankful for Henry’s ever changing work schedule, since he was working late tonight, installing traffic lights, you were going to Tyler’s house, he just got back this afternoon and insisted you come over, since you would have just been sitting alone at home. You were suddenly very aware that you were coming straight from work, your clothes reeking of the baby food Emily had spilt on you today. You grimaced, not coming to this realization until you were pulling up his driveway. No going back now, the dogs started barking when they heard your door shut, they came running out as Tyler opened the front door for them. “Hi puppies!” You shrieked kneeling in the grass, allowing them to smother you in licks and tail thumps. Gerry the youngest, and most excited jumped, putting his paws on your shoulders, sending you backwards into the grass. “Gerry!” Tyler laughed, coming over to you, you were a giggling mess underneath the dog, as he pinned you down, licking the sides of your face repeatedly. “Gerry, that’s enough.” Tyler spoke again, looking down at you with outstretched hands when the dog moved, you pouted, letting him help you up. “Don’t be so mean to him.” You mumbled teasingly as Gerry nudged between the two of you, Marshall and Cash calming down and sitting on either side of you. “Are you more excited to see me or the dogs?” Tyler questioned, wrapping his arms around your waist, you held your chin in thought. “Oh definitely the dogs.” You answered, laughing when he tried to move away from you. “No.” You whined, throwing your arms around his neck, “I missed you.” The words slipped from your mouth, but you couldn’t care to be embarrassed as he hummed in response before kissing you, maybe it was the two weeks apart, but this was definitely the best kiss you’ve had in your short relationship. He squeezed you a little tighter, “Ty.” You mumbled pulling away as he chased your lips, “Tyler.” You spoke again, laughing as he opened his eyes with a dramatic whine. “We’re still in your front yard.” You reminded him, he looked around, “whoops.” Dragging you inside, the dogs following happily.

You stayed tucked under his arm, giggling when he looked at you oddly, “what’s that smell?” He inquired, tilting his head to the side, you covered your mouth, hoping to hide the almost snort that fell from it. “Did you just snort?!” He gasped, trying his best not to laugh hysterically. “It’s baby food.” You answered, between your laughs, “the smell.” You added when he looked lost, “oh!” That sent him into a real fit of chuckles, “did you want a shirt?” He asked once he calmed down, you bit your lip but nodded, you saw his eyes flicker to your lips but he didn’t say anything. You followed him around the large house, trying to remember your way around. “So I was thinking.” Tyler trailed off, as he pulled a random stars shirt from his closet, “is that ever a good thing?” You retorted, watching as he gasped. “Well never mind then.” He huffed, handing you the shirt, making his way out of the room so you could change the material. “No, what is it?” You questioned following him, easily slipping the shirt on, it ended about mid thigh, but it didn’t matter as you had jeans on. “I was going to cook–“ he glanced back, eyeing you over, his words coming to a halt. “Uh, cook? Did you want to stay for dinner?” He managed to get out, you smirked, knowing his reaction was related to seeing you in his shirt. “I’d love to stay for dinner.” You answered with an innocent smile, resuming your spot under his arm, he nodded, clearing his throat as he walked. You laughed softly, such a guy.

You pushed yourself up onto the edge of the counter, swinging your legs girlishly, Tyler turned to face you, you motioned him closer. “You played so good when you were gone.” You mumbled, resting your arms over his shoulders, like this was a normal occurrence, his hands rested just above your knees. “Yeah?” He smiled, “you watched?” He questioned, hoping this was going in the way your touches were leading, but if it wasn’t, he wouldn’t be mad, he wouldn’t rush you. “I watched every game.” You mumbled, his smile only widened, “every game?” He smirked, sliding his hand up a little higher. “In your jersey.” You whispered, one hand moving up to play with his hair. He still didn’t make a move to kiss you. “Ty, do I have to spell it out, or are you going to make a move.” You whined, suddenly worried that he didn’t even want to be with you like that. You pushed him back, “did I read this wrong? Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.” You rushed, hiding your face in your hands, Tyler grabbed your hands, moving them off your face. “No, you definitely didn’t read it wrong.” He pulled you in for a kiss, smirking when you sighed into it, his arms moved around your back the tips of his fingers dipping into your back pocket. You leaned away, keeping your forehead pressed against his. “I believe I was promised dinner first.” You teased, watching as he laughed, “I’m more of a dessert first kinda guy.” He mumbled, “Tyler Paul Seguin!” You shrieked, lightly whacking his arm, laughing but not fighting him when he pulled you back in. Yeah, it was a late dinner that night.

You looked in front of where Tyler parked, and over at him, then down at your clothes, “why are we so dressed up, to go to the park? At night?” You questioned, looking at him with confused eyes. Over a month of dating him, and he still managed to confuse you. Secret dating, keep in mind, so you were still learning somethings about each other. “Because, I didn’t want you to figure out what we were doing, and I thought you would like it.” He answered, cheeks pink, he shut the jeep off, demanding you stay in your seat as he hopped out. You giggled but agreed, not wanting to ruin his hard efforts, he opened the door for you, holding his hand out for you. “And they say chivalry is dead.” You laughed, allowing him to help you down, he grabbed your other hand, steadying you when you stumbled a bit in your heels. “Are we going in the grass?” You questioned, before he could shut the car door, “yes?” He answered skeptically. You placed a hand on his shoulder, using it to steady yourself as you reached down and pulled your heels off. “I’d sink if I tried to walk in the grass in these.” You laughed when he looked at you confused, he nodded, understanding what you meant. “Are you going to get cold?” He sounded concerned, releasing your hand to reach into the backseat while you threw your heels onto the floor of the passenger seat. He pulled out a basket, and your face fell into a happy pout. “Tyler, that’s so cute.” You gasped, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Oh thank god.” He mumbled, the tension in his shoulders releasing. “You were nervous?” You asked, smiling as he laced your fingers together again.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be nervous? I have to impress you.” He gasped dramatically, you smiled with a shake of your head, “you don’t have to do anything special to impress me.” You assured him, allowing him to lead you to a spot in the grass, a blanket already there, you smiled again, in awe of the effort he went through. “So cute.” You grinned, carefully sitting in your dress, he followed, sitting beside you, popping the basket open. You threw your head back in laughter when the food in the basket was takeout from your favorite restaurant, coincidentally the one you had went to the first night you moved here. “Surprise.” Tyler laughed, opening the container, “you remembered?” You gasped seeing the same pasta you ordered that night. He shrugged, looking down as he stuck a fork into his food, “aw, bub, thank you.” You placed your hand on his leg, “this is all really sweet.” You added, giving him a quick kiss, “I’m glad you like it.” He mumbled, shifting in his spot, taking another bite of his food. You put your food down, moving to be in front of him, holding back your insecurities, “are you alright, Tyler? You’re acting weird.” You questioned, sitting in front of him. “I’ve never done stuff like this.” He admitted, finally, finally, meeting your eyes. “What?” You didn’t understand what he meant.

“Romantic stuff, personal stuff, I just, I’ve never wanted to do it for someone before.” He explained, watching as you nodded, processing his words, “I’m flattered that you want to do those things for me, I really am, but Tyler. I don’t want you to think you have to do this to impress me, I’m perfectly happy spending our dates watching Netflix and playing with the dogs.” You explained, wishing he would understand that, this wasn’t how you wanted tonight to go. “Yeah, but you deserve this too.” He sighed, also frustrated with how this date started going. You shook your head, taking a bite of your food, “we’re trying too hard.” You deadpanned, and it was true, both of you were trying to rush this along, but you didn’t have too. There was no rush, there was no need to speed it up, you already knew each other, and maybe, just maybe, that’s why the two of you were trying to be farther along than you were. “I know.” He sighed, undoing a button on his shirt, slumping down more. “Let’s just talk then.” He added, relaxing as he realized you felt the same.

“Mhm, this food is cold but good.” You laughed, bringing your teasing back into the date, Tyler chuckled, desperately stabbing at his pasta, the noodles continuing to mush and roll away from his fork, “how’s work?” He asked, missing the stories you would call and tell him when he was on the road, you grinned and pulled your phone out, showing him the video you took of Emily walking completely on her own to Steven. He felt much more at peace as the two of you fell into easy conversation, and how he could look at you while you spoke and see the happiness you emitted as you talked about them. “They’re cute.” Tyler commented, smiling at the pictures of them you had, “I love them, it’s not even like a job, you know? I just love going to see them every–what? Why are you looking at me like that?” You cut yourself off, catching the way he was smiling, his most genuine one so far. “Cause you’re cute when you ramble.” He answered in a duh tone, “see this is much better.” You grinned, scooting closer to him, letting out a surprised shriek when he pulled you over one of his legs, leaving you sitting between them, your back against his chest. He smiled, placing a lazy kiss to your cheek, “can I ask something?” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Anything.” You mumbled, leaning further into his hold, when he didn’t speak you looked up to see him smiling down at you fondly.

“It’s stupid, but I’ve always wondered–more so now, what you were really crying about on the dock that night.” Tyler explained, confusion settling on his face when you started giggling uncontrollably, never thinking you’d be having this conversation. “What?” He questioned when you looked at him and started laughing harder, you took a breath, calming yourself down. “It’s stupid, Ty, you wouldn’t understand.” You mumbled, it didn’t matter if he knew now, he was your boyfriend after all, you just knew he’d be confused. “Try me!” He whined, now really interested at the fact you were laughing about it now, but crying about it then. “I was the first one of my friends to have boobs.” You spoke bluntly, and he stared at you, trying to determine if you were being serious. “You were crying over that?” He mumbled, eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Oh my god,” you paused to laugh, smoothing the wrinkles on his forehead out, “it’s not like guys, girls were mean because of it. And older guys would stare, it was just not a good year.” You laughed, Tyler still looking at you uncertain, “why did I ask.” He muttered, nuzzling his face into your neck. “Dunno, babe.” You sighed, happy with his reaction to the pet name, you could feel him smiling against your skin. He was definitely the one that used your name less, but maybe now you’d start using his name less too.

****

Jenny smirked at you as you kept changing your mind about what to wear to this house party, more of a get together but you were certain there would be more people there than you thought. “You don’t want to be obvious.” She reminded you, being the only one that knew about you and Tyler, tonight would be the first time you two were hanging out in such a public setting with all your friends around, and you were wondering how it would go, and quite honestly, how you would keep yourself from kissing him the second you got there. “I know, but I also want to know that he’s looking at me.” You spoke sheepishly, holding the two options out for her to survey. “Oh, definitely this one.” She pointed to the light wash skinny jeans, and burgundy sweater, “with those cute cut out boots!” She added, clapping her hands in success. You laughed, but did as she said, feeling good about yourself once you had the outfit on. “Are you guys ready yet?” Henry groaned from the living room, the two of you laughed, Jenny pulled her sweater on, giving you a smile, “let’s do this.” You were so grateful that she was your friend as much as she was your brother's girlfriend, it was the ideal situation to get along with someone so important in his life. “Quit rushing us.” Jenny chastised him once you two walked out of your room, he rolled his eyes but gave her a quick peck before heading to the door.

You arrived at Tyler’s house, shooting him a smile when he saw you, nothing too conspicuous, Roope waved, as well as some of the other guys who were here. Jamie gave you a quick hug, you’d grown quite close to him over the past couple of months, considering how often he was around Tyler. You made your way to the kitchen, grabbing yourself a drink, jumping when you felt arms wrapped around your waist. “Hi, baby.” Tyler mumbled, spinning your around for a quick kiss, you smiled against him, “hi.” You breathed out, “don’t get us caught.” You demanded, lightly pushing at him when he placed a kiss to the side of your neck. “Just getting my fix.” He teased, giving you one last peck before putting some space between the two of you. He started a casual conversation with one of the guys while they walked into the kitchen, getting themselves some drinks too. You snuck out, squeezing past them, mumbling a sorry when your hand grazed over Tyler’s. He smiled at you, hiding a laugh from your purposeful action.

“Hey, Y/N.” Roope smiled when you sat beside him on the couch, “hey, how’ve you been?” You questioned, settling into random conversation with the group around you, Henry being across the room with Jenny glued to his side, Roope beside you, and Esa beside him with his girlfriend. “Good, what about you?” He answered, keeping the talking going. You soon drifted into talking about random things, from work, to hockey, to random stories from over the years. Your head snapped up when Tyler walked in, a girl trying to keep herself tucked into his side, your stomach clenched, and you had to resist the urge reacting. Of course, you knew that since you wanted to keep this a secret, he couldn’t just stop his normal behavior completely. You shifted in your spot, before deciding to go get another drink, you made it a little stronger than the last one. “Y/N, are you alright?” Jenny came in beside you, she watched as you shrugged, “yeah, it’s just weird.” You admitted, giving her a solemn smile. “Maybe you guys should just stop keeping it a secret? Henry would get over it.” She offered, and you wanted to do that, but you were nervous. “I’m just afraid that if we do that, things will change, it’s been so easy! Not having to deal with people's opinions, or the boys chirping him.” You explained, sipping on your drink, the girl that was attached to Tyler just a moment ago, walked in and got herself a drink, already seeming more than tipsy enough. You shook your head, walking out as the conversation ended now. Tyler watched you walk out the back door where more people had dispersed, he discreetly followed you, pulling you to the side. “Tyler.” You sighed, he pulled you into the pool house, “don’t be mad, it’s just for show. I haven’t don’t anything with her, and you know I wouldn’t.” He rushed to explain, afraid you were upset with him. “You can’t expect it to be easy for me, how would you feel if I walked out with some guy wrapped around me?” You retorted, not meaning to snap, his face fell.

“I wouldn’t like it.” He confirmed, reaching for your waist, pulling you closer to him, “baby, I would walk out there right now with you all over me if you let me.” He assured you, he was over keeping it private after just over a month of sneaking around, he wanted to show you off, and be able to kiss you and hug you whenever he wanted. You nodded biting your lip, “I know, bub, soon, not tonight.” You whispered, pulling him in for a sweet kiss, “I promise, soon.” You added, feeling him nod against you. “Do you think you could figure out a way to stay tonight?” He mumbled, pushing your hair back. “I’ll figure it out.” You smiled, kissing him once more before sneaking out, he waited around in there for a minute, making sure nobody noticed how you both had walked out.

Instantly you went to find Jenny, hating that you were asking her but you needed a way to stay here without Henry questioning it. “Hey, Jenny, can I talk to you for a minute?” You asked, she looked up at you, smiling, Henry released her waist as she stood to follow you. “I’m spending the night here, is there anyway you could keep Henry distracted?” You pouted at the slightly older girl, she laughed, “one step ahead of you, he’s staying at my place tonight, he won’t know you didn’t come home.” She winked, strutting back to him, your mouth agape, “too much information.” You grimaced before she reached him, she laughed at you but accepted your grateful smile. As you were walking back towards the center of the party, you passed Tyler huddled around some of the guys, his cheeks pink, “is it her?” Miro asked, Tyler shook his head. “No you guys it isn’t like that.” He mumbled, “then what is it like? That girls been all over you tonight, and you don’t get marks on your back for no reason.” Jamie chirped the younger guy, your stomach dropped to your feet. They didn’t notice you as you walked by.

Before you knew it, everyone was gone, and you had more than one to many drinks. You were sitting on the couch, trying to hold your emotions together, but the alcohol only made you want to cry more. Tyler sighed, sitting beside you, for the first time all night, and only then did he realize how much you had drank. “Baby?” He laughed, reaching for your hand, his face quickly falling when you yanked away from him, he wasn’t completely in the wrong here, you were the one keeping it secret, but now your insecurities were getting the best of you. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He tried again, you shrunk away from him, “I don’t want to talk about it.” You sniffled, wishing you could hide. He shook his head, moving in front of you, “talk to me, don’t do this.” He murmured, grabbing your hands before you could move again, you looked down at him as he kneeled in front of the couch, he rested your connected hands on your lap. “I just–are you sure you want this? Want me?” You whimpered, the water slipping over your eyes, if you had been sober, you’d see the way Tyler’s heart so clearly broke when you started crying. “Y/N, of course I’m sure.” He rushed, releasing your hands to cup your face, “but you looked so much better with that other girl.” You admitted, and he realized these tears were more about yourself doubt than anything. He shook his head, “no, I look better with you, baby.” He assured, wiping at the tears, “I promise, you’re the one I want to parade around with at parties, only you.” He tilted your head down, kissing your forehead, frowning when your body slumped with a cry. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, “for what?” He gasped, leaning away to meet your eyes again.

“For keeping it a secret.” You whined, feeling your head already begin to hurt. “It’s alright, princess, let’s just get you to bed, yeah?” He murmured lovingly, helping you to your feet.

When you went to sleep that night you could swear he whispered an I love you into your hair, but you were too far gone to be certain.

Your hands shot to your head when you woke up, the pounding being unbearable, you shifted in the bed, freezing when you felt the weight of Tyler’s arm over your waist. He groaned incoherently into his pillow, “my head hurts.” You whispered, he groggily chuckled into his pillow, lifting his head slowly. “Mhm, I figured it would.” He smiled, he left a careful kiss to your head before pointing to the nightstand and laying back down. You looked over and saw a water and pain killers sitting there, you quickly took some before curling back into the bed. He watched you with a lazy smile as you rolled closer to him, “Ty?” You murmured, a hand resting on his jaw, lightly rubbing against his beard, he raised a brow at you. “I love you too.” You sighed, he widened his eyes before a cheeky smile came over his face, “I didn’t think you heard me.” He laughed, quietly, not wanting to hurt your head anymore. “I kinda took a leap of faith, assuming that I had heard you correctly.” You breathed out in relief, laying your head back down, “we can tell Henry, but not until after you make it to the conference final.” You added, smiling when he shot up, “really?” He gasped, apologizing when you winced. “Yes, now shush.”

***

This was it, the game that would tell you if they made it to the conference finals. You were sitting in the stands with Henry and Jenny, all three of you anxious beyond belief, this was a huge deal, and you were praying they’d make it through. Tyler and you had decided that if they won, you’d tell Henry tonight, right after the game, because Tyler knew he wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you during his game winning high, and well, if they didn’t, you’d probably also tell Henry tonight because you’d be a mess worrying for Tyler.

Puck drop, your heart rate picked up, grinning when Jamie won it, and sent it flying behind him. A good start, setting the tone. You could only hope the game would continue like that.

The first period did, if anything it got even better, they were ahead by two, the other team not even scoring.

The second period, that’s where things began to shift, the score was tied, Tyler was on the end of a long shift. He had been a little bit more feisty tonight, and that’s how you saw it coming, the way the player from the other team was skating right towards him, it was definitely going to draw a penalty as Tyler had passed the puck long before the opponent reached him. It felt like slow motion as you shot to your feet before they collided, Henry followed right after you, not noticing how you gasped sharply and your hands shot to your mouth. You watched Tyler’s head bounce off the ice as he went down, how thankful you were that his helmet hadn’t come off in the hit. He slid a little bit before the refs were blowing whistles constantly, swarming over to them as the opposing team member stood there, they directed him to a penalty box, Jamie skating over to Tyler as he didn’t try to get up. You watched your boyfriends hands go up to his face, hiding it from the cameras. Jenny wrapped you up in a hug, allowing you to hide your face in her hair. “It’s ok, he’s going to be fine, I’m sure.” She tried to assure you, but even her voice was shaky, it was a terrible hit.

You removed your head from her hair, and saw the team doctor making his way to the ice, kneeling beside him, he felt around his neck and shoulders, making sure nothing was broken, eventually, what felt like hours but was only two minutes, they were helping him to his feet, slowly walking him off the ice. Jamie came over to the glass in front of your section, searching for you. Jenny spotted him first, pointing him out to you. “Go.” He mouthed, having figured out your relationship quickly, you looked to Jenny with tears in your eyes, Henry coming to his senses and looking between you and the ice, eyes moving quicker than you’d ever seen. “Why you? What’s–oh my god.” It hit him, as you scrambled to make sure you had your phone, “go, go.” Jenny assured you, seeing the way you hesitated, you didn’t wait any longer, and took off towards the tunnels you’d learned your way around so well. Henry was calling for you over the sound of the crowd talking, but you didn’t stop, you could hear Jenny faintly as she told him to calm down.

You reached the locker room in record time, the security guard telling you that you couldn’t go in until they were done, you watched as people kept going in and out. Only furthering your nerves, you couldn’t be bothered to care anymore, the second they came out and one of them looked at you, you lost it. “I’m guessing your Y/N?” He spoke, a soft smile on his face, you nodded vigorously, “you can go in there now.” As you heard the loud speakers, “number 91 Tyler Seguin will not be returning to play tonight” your heart dropped, not needing to hear anything else as you stormed in there. Tyler sitting in the corner of the room, in a chair with his eyes shut, a bandage over his shoulder, and his brows furrowed in pain. You froze, letting out a cry at the sight of him, so clearly in pain, his eyes fluttered open at the sound, the second he met your eyes you were rushing over to him.

“Are you ok?” You whispered, carefully cupping his jaw, he nodded, wincing, “don’t cry because of me.” He mumbled, smiling softly when you shook your head with a breathy laugh. “You scared the crap out of me, Ty, that was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.” You sighed, gently kissing his pouted lips. “How bad is it?” You asked once you pulled away, carefully touching his shoulder, he groaned, and you instantly pulled your hand away. “Dislocation and a concussion, they put it back in, but damn it hurts like a bitch.” He muttered. “I’m sorry, baby.” You spoke gently, sitting beside him, he nodded, resting his head carefully back against the wall. You carefully played with his hair, knowing it soothed him, he smiled at the gesture, “you’re gonna put me to sleep.” He laughed gently, placing his hand on your thigh, squeezing it reassuringly. “I love you.” You murmured, moving to place your hand over his, “I love you.” He repeated, so happy that you were here with him. He leaned his head onto your shoulder, also happy that you sat on his good side, “I think Henry knows now.” You whispered.

The door opened and both of you looked over, Henry standing there in shock. “Yeah, I know.” He snapped, arms crossed, neither of you made an effort to move, he shook his head, “don’t be a dick, Henry.” You snapped, Tyler laughing but stopping as it increased the pain in his head. “Careful, bub.” You whispered, returning your hand to his hair, ignoring your brother, if he wasn’t going to be nice, then he didn’t deserve your attention. “How long?” Henry asked, in a softer tone, aware of how Tyler must be hurting. You sighed, “almost three months.” You practically mouthed, but he definitely heard you as his jaw all but dropped to the floor. “Three months?!” He snapped, and you glared when Tyler groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. You carefully pushed him off of you, “let me go talk to him.” You whispered, pecking him quickly, before dragging Henry out of there. “How? Tyler I mean–the age gap, but he’s him.” Henry stuttered out, his face pale, you shook your head. “Henry, I’m not in the mood to do this. This is why I didn’t want to tell you.” You mumbled, arms crossed as you looked up at him. “You can’t expect me to just be ok with this all of a sudden, you’re dating my best friend, that’s gross.” He snapped, and that was the last straw for you.

You tuned out the sound of the final buzzer filling the arena as you got close to Henry, “I love him, and he loves me. You’re just going to have to be a grown up about this, so you can either suck it up, and be a good brother, or you can go home and I’ll stay here to take care of my boyfriend.” You snapped, Henry looked behind you at the influx of sad hockey players, you whipped around, taking in their faces. “Oh, I’m sorry guys.” You gasped, Jamie nodding solemnly, when you turned back around Henry was walking off, not daring to give you a second look.

And then, if it couldn’t be worse, you looked to your left and saw Tyler standing there, not taking too long for him to figure out what happened. “Damn it!” He snapped, slamming his hand against the cement wall, you were there in an instant, surprised when he hugged you, hiding his face in your neck. “I’m sorry, Tyler, it’s not your fault.” You whispered, hearing the guys moving past you, they were suffering too. “Hey, look at me.” You demanded, leaning away from him, he looked at you with glazed over eyes, “you’re gonna go in there, and carefully put some clothes on, you’re going to take a minute to be with your team, and then you’re gonna come out here, and I’m gonna take you home. Everything’s going to be ok, Henry can go be a pain, I don’t care, as long as I know you’re ok.” You spoke sternly, but still had a softness in your voice. “Ok, baby, please. It’s going to be ok, I promise.” You whispered, he nodded slowly, kissing your forehead before forcing himself back into the locker room.

Finally, when he did re-emerge, he seemed to be in slightly better spirits, allowing you to take him home and stay with him.

Although, the next day you had to go back to your place, having to get ready for work, Tyler protested, milking his injuries for all he could get. “I’ll FaceTime you when the kids are napping, you’ll live, babe.” You had told him as you walked out the door, despite his whining from the couch. A man child, that was your conclusion.

When you got to the kids house, you were surprised to see them with the hockey channel on, your heart stopped for a moment as they were discussing Tyler’s injuries, of course, you couldn’t escape it. “Oh, Frank had it on last night, I didn’t even realize when I turned the tv on.” Julie spoke when she saw you looking at it, “oh, honey. What’s wrong?” She questioned, sensing your off mood as she finished cooking the kids breakfast, having a late start at her office today. “What? Nothing, I’m fine!” You assured her, the two of you had grown close, she was like an older version of you, it was nice, she really cared for you. She raised a brow at you, watching as you picked up Emily who was grabbing at your legs, you kissed the girls chubby cheek, smiling when she giggled, “Tyler Seguin,” you motioned to the tv, where somehow they were still replaying the hit, “that’s my boyfriend.” You told her, Steven shrieked. “You know Tyler!?” He shouted, a grin over his face, you weren’t sure how hockey hadn’t come up, but now that you think about it, Frank did have some stars items in his office. “I do.” You smiled down at the boy, Julie still processing it, “he’s a lucky man.” She finally spoke, sending you a smile when you blushed. “Hopefully he’s doing alright.” She added, “Frank played in college, I hated it.” She explained, seeing the way you were looking at her. Oh, “he’s alright, he’ll be back at it before you know it.” You laughed softly, Steven rambling off so many questions, apparently sharing his dads love for hockey.

“Steven, calm down honey.” His mother laughed, helping him climb into his chair at the dining table while you strapped Emily into her high chair, “I really have to be leaving for work, hopefully he doesn’t bug you too much about this new information.” Julie smiled, you waved her off, “it’s fine.”

And it was, truly, and while he was eating breakfast and rambling about hockey and asking you questions, to which you answered to the best of your availability, you had recorded a clip to show Tyler, of how excited Steven was. Which Tyler loved, and made sure to get some stuff for you to give him.

You walked into your apartment, hoping Henry had already left for work but when you saw his boots by the door you knew he hadn’t. “Y/N?” He rushed around the corner, you looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m sorry.” He mumbled, sheepishly, his face showing his regret, you hadn’t spoken to him in over a week. Ever since he found out about the two of you, “I should’ve reacted better, I mean, I should be happy that you’re dating such a good guy. Someone that I trust.” He rambled, you stayed silent, you were still angry, it hurt for him to so blatantly choose to be upset over supporting you. “Ok.” You sighed, and he stared at you blankly, “ok? All I’m getting is an ok? When you’re the ones who hid it from me?” He looked exasperated, “that’s all Tyler said too. You guys are insufferable.” Henry muttered, this peeked your interest. “Wait, you talked to him?” You questioned, finally shutting the door to the apartment. “Yeah, like three days ago, he said he wasn’t going to say anything else until I talked to you.” He looked at you skeptically when you started smiling like a fool. “Damn, you really do love him don’t you?” He sighed, shaking his head. “Just don’t kiss in front of me and we’ll be fine.” He gave in, laughing when you jumped on him in a hug. “Deal, deal, deal.” You grinned, happily rushing off to your room.

You dialed Tyler’s contact, his face popping up on your screen shortly after, “hi baby.” He grinned, only smiling more when he took in the happiness on your face. “Why are you so smiley?” He teased, you shrugged, “I talked to Henry…” you trailed off, and Tyler nodded, “Mhm, and how’d that go?” He hummed, you rolled your eyes, “I’m quoting him, ‘just don’t kiss in front of me and we’ll be fine’.” You mocked your brother's voice making Tyler laugh deeply. “It’s about damn time.”

A couple of days later you told all your friends after a game, and the two of you FaceTime Cassidy and Candace, they reacted much better than Henry, that’s for sure. Then you made it public by posting a photo on social media, the two of you smiling brightly, Tyler towering over you as he was still dressed in his skates, you were looking up at him with a goofy grin as he laughed at something Jamie had said. His arm around your shoulders and your hand resting on his chest.

“Who knew moving across the street would lead to all of this…”

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honeymoonjin · 5 years ago

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A/N: my dearest @holyfluffly here is your uno reverse return valentine’s gift!! i hope you like it <3 and also disclaimer to anyone reading, i’m entirely unqualified to be writing about children so if i mess up basic facts i apologise (and also please give @hobisbeautifulass ur love for making this cute banner uwu our fav dads o.o)

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: yoongi x reader ft. ot7 || ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: dads!yoongi and namjoon, yoongi’s sons!hobi, jin, and tae, namjoon’s sons!jimin and jungkook

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: absolutely none this is the softest thing i’ve ever written

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: shortly before christmas, you entertain family friend namjoon and his two kids for what you hope to be a quiet afternoon in. with five kids between you, that’s a pipe dream.

“Cup of coffee?” you ask automatically the moment greetings are done, the fading squeal of excited children still echoing down the hallway.

Namjoon flicks you a grateful smile, then his eyes dip to the sleeping body koala-hugging your torso. “Ah, thanks, but I can get it.”

Yoongi hums from you, running a hand over your free shoulder soothingly. “He can get it, love,” he confirms, “he practically lives here these days.”

“Hey!” Namjoon defends, already kicking his shoes off and hustling over to the kitchen, “you invite me here, you know!”

Yoongi’s hand slips down your bare arm and locks in with your fingers, gently guiding the two of you to follow after Namjoon. “Well, we aren’t visiting your pigsty, Joon.”

“See how he bullies me?” Namjoon questions you, ignoring his friend even as he stands directly beside you. His face changes then, eyes catching on something at the height of your waist. “Jungkookie? Why haven’t you gone to play with the others?”

You glance down in surprise at the tiny figure that has his stubby fingers curled on the edge of the bench, head only visible from the tuft of glossy black hair. Being acknowledged, he tips his head back in surprise, eyes and mouth in shocked ‘o’s. With a fond smile, you adjust the sleeping infant in your arms and reach out a hand to ruffle those silky locks, making him scrunch his nose. “Ah, Jungkookie, are you coming to talk with the Big Kids huh?”

The three-year-old doesn’t seem to notice your question. Head cranked way back to look up, he has eyes only for your smallest one. “Is baby Jinnie sleeping?” he whispers, even though the three adults in the room have been talking at a normal voice this whole time.

You nod softly, letting Yoongi and Namjoon pick up bemused conversation again as you slowly squat down to Jungkook’s level. Namjoon always insisted he wanted to come around to socialize, but you knew one of the real reasons was that Jungkook apparently wouldn’t stop talking about Jin, to the point where you’d regularly get FaceTimes from Namjoon in the evenings that led inevitably to Jungkook pressing his face too close to the screen to get a good look as you put the ten-month-old to sleep, whispering a good night message in the sweetest voice. Yes, Jungkook had definitely taken a liking to your youngest, and it didn’t surprise you one bit to see him hanging around.

The familiar weight in your arms shifts a bit, face pressed into the crook of your neck. Jinnie was at the age where he was cuddlier than ever, and even just the motion of crouching down made his fists tighten around handfuls of your shirt. “He should be due for a feed soon, would you wanna help me?”

Jungkook gasps, stumbling forward before he halts himself, eyes on you with uncertainty. “Really?” You nod. “Really really?”

With a laugh that jostles Jin slightly, you nod again. “Really really. Besides, he’s getting heavy now! He’s growing so fast, isn’t he?”

With a mouth still dangling open in wonder, Jungkook nods, hands unconsciously finding their way to grab at your knees, shuffling closer and closer. “You’re getting so big, baby Seokjinnie,” he whispers, lisp creeping out when he talks to the sleeping infant. He receives a little snuffle of acknowledgement from Jin, the wet click of his mouth as he suckles on his thumb. Jungkook’s face lights up in a wide smile

From above, your husband brings your attention back, noisily clinking mugs together as he cradles three of them in his hands, waddling carefully around the kitchen bench towards the lounge. Namjoon totters along happily behind him, hands empty. The three of you had learned it was generally safer that way.

“Come on, love, let’s sit on the couch,” Yoongi instructs, resting the steaming mugs on the coffee table for the split second it takes him to retrieve wooden coasters and place them safely underneath each one. “I just made you a herbal tea.”

You straighten up, grinning at the look of loss on Jungkook’s face as Jin is once again lifted from reach. “Thanks, hon. Jungkookie; how about you go get the others and bring them out here? I’ve got some pizza in the oven for lunch.”

Eyes widening in joy comically, the three-year-old rushes on stubby legs down the hallway, in his little stonewashed jeans and Cars 2 sweater, disappearing around the corner.

“That got rid of him,” Namjoon chuckles, cradling a cup of coffee so black it gleams like oil. “I swear that kid is addicted to two things; pizza and other people’s babies.”

Gingerly collapsing onto the sofa, tucked under Yoongi’s arm, you hum, patting Jin’s warm back as he tightens his grip on you even more. “And here I thought our baby was special.”

“Mm, he is. ‘Baby Seokjinnie’s smaller than my teddy bear, daddy!’ ‘What toys does baby Jinnie like to play with, daddy?’” Namjoon drops the high-pitched imitation of his son and rubs at his face with his free hand, though not without a tired grin. “At this point I should give up and call him Min Jungkook, not Kim Jungkook.”

Yoongi scoffs, free hand coming up to lazily stroke the delicate tufts of Seokjin’s hair, making the sleeping infant scrunch his nose happily. “Only if it’s a fair trade. You can take our Taehyung; he’s basically Jimin’s brother as it is.”

Namjoon chuckles lowly, pausing to take a sip of his coffee without the slightest grimace. “Ah, the terrible two. Minnie’s already got Tae’s Christmas present, you know. I would tell you, but I’m under an oath of silence from the little man himself.”

The answering hum from you and Yoongi is cut off by a high-pitched squeal that rips down the hallway. The three of you – even baby Jinnie – go stock-still, waiting for anything else. A full second of suppressed alarm later, an equally shrieky giggle follows, and every parent in the room visibly relaxes, tension dropping in relief.

“Still gets me every time,” Namjoon mutters.

“Oh, that doesn’t change,” you begin, but your focus is quickly sidetracked by a sudden shift in your arms, a sleepy gurgle as your youngest begins to wake, wiggling his tiny fingers and feet. You coo, a peaceful smile on your face as he blinks open his wide eyes and purses his plump lips, something he hadn’t inherited from you nor Yoongi but somehow was inexplicably born with. “Good morning, Jinnie,” you whisper, voice already lifting into baby-talk.

“It’s four in the afternoon,” Yoongi drawls, but you don’t miss the proud glint in his eyes at seeing his son wake up so calmly.

“Good morning!” you repeat. “Is my little guy hungry? Hm?”

“He’s awake?!” a voice chirps behind you, and you jump in your seat so violently that that Jin begins to fuss, face scrunching up slowly like he’s about to cry.

Namjoon sighs. “Jungkookie, that wasn’t very nice. You gave them a fright.”

Two sparkling eyes peek around the side of the couch. “But Jinnie woke up! I get to feed him, remember?”

You can’t hold a grudge at the sweet boy, lips stretching in a fond smile and sitting Jin upright on your lap, chubby legs kicked out over your knees. “Jungkookie, we’ll just feed Jinnie a yogurt pouch, would you mind getting one out of the fridge for me?”

The boy visibly deflates. “But I’m just little,” he points out sadly, “I can’t reach.”

“I can get them, mom,” a new voice calls out cheerily, your oldest son bounding through to the kitchen, bringing a yoghurt pouch for the baby and a juice box for himself. The ten-year-old holds the fridge door open with a raised knee, ducking his head out to face the lounge. “You want one, JK?”

Jungkook’s lips purse together in distaste. “I want the good stuff, hyungie.”

Namjoon drops his face into his hand, pinching his brow. “Jesus. This isn’t your house, Jungkookie. Take what you’re given, please.”

Jungkook huffs, foot thumping the carpet. “Well, I want Hobi-hyung to given me a banana milk, daddy.”

You bite down on your lip suddenly to stop a laugh from bubbling out, diffusing the release by jiggling your leg a little so Seokjinnie can bounce on your lap. “It’s fine, Joon, he can have one. They just sit there otherwise.”

Jungkook’s triumphant grin is shattered by his father reaching out to playfully wrestle him onto his lap, poking at his ribs and ruffling his hair, making his son squeal happily. “My spoilt kid, look at you! You’ll have an ego the size of this house by the time we visit next! Goodness me.”

Jungkook, hair sticking out at odd angles, finally collapses, wrapped in his dad’s arms. The cheeky grin returns with a vengeance. “That’s because I’m daddy’s favorite.”

“You’re trouble, that’s what,” Namjoon defends begrudgingly, squeezing him in a tighter hug.

A soft hand falls on your arm, the slender fingers of your oldest. Already a soccer fanatic, the kid had lost his puppy fat quicker than you perhaps would’ve liked, but he still retained the gentle and positive nature that radiated from his kind eyes. “Mommy,” he begins, “can I hold him?”

Jungkook makes a wounded noise, staring up at you like you’d betrayed him just by fielding the question.

“Jungkookie is gonna give him his yoghurt pouch, Hobi, could you be a good big brother and keep Jinnie on your lap?” Your son nods decisively, a pointer finger reaching out so that Jinnie’s fist closes around it, making him beam. “Okay, up on the couch, then.”

It’s barely half a minute after the two older kids get settled beside Yoongi - Hoseok cradling Jin against his stomach and Jungkook practically draped over his knees to reach out the pouch – before the two terrors come tearing down the carpeted hallway.

Yoongi, an arm still around Hoseok’s narrow shoulders, hastily reaches forward to put his mostly full cup of coffee back on the table. He’d barely taken a sip yet, preferring it not too hot on his tongue, but the two of you both knew Taehyung’s habit of running and jumping on top of you like an overeager dog. Too often you’d get undressed at the end of the day to see random bruises on your thighs or torso from his knees and elbows. Even though your whole family was very affectionate, Tae was a cuddle fanatic, which is why it comes as no surprise to you when he barrels around the corner, still wrapped up in a bear hug with his best friend, and Namjoon’s oldest, Jimin.

The two of them had birthdays a day apart and were convinced it made them soulmates or superheroes or something. Practically attached at the hip, they were what brought Namjoon from just another coworker of Yoongi’s to a close friend of the two of you.

“Woah, Jiminie!” Speaking of, Namjoon himself sits up, eyes wide as the two entangled six-year-olds stumble out and just about trip on the carpet, collapsing onto the couch and wriggling onto it, legs flying and teeth bared with massive grins. “Careful!”

You give a quick glance to the four men of varying sizes all cuddled together on the couch beside you. Yoongi, Hoseok, Jungkook and baby Jinnie seem to have taken no notice of the racket, fully focused in their own little word. Your husband murmurs lowly to the two kids on how to best feed the baby, holding his chubby arms steady in a cute team effort. If it wouldn’t totally ruin the moment, you’d whip out your phone to take a picture right about now.

“Mommy!” Taehyung belts, standing up on the couch on wobbly legs, a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder to keep balanced.

“Inside voice! What is it, baby?”

“Can we give Jiminie my present now?”

“What day is it?”

He pauses, shoulders drooping. Below, the brunette waves of Jimin’s hair fall back as he wraps his arms around Taehyung’s legs and props his chin up on his knee, looking up at the boy one day younger than him. With lips plump like Jin (these ones clearly taken from his father, however) Jimin mouths the answer. Tae blinks a couple times, then looks up at you. “Christmas Eve Eve Eve?”

“Y- correct, yes. When do we do presents?”

Sensing his own defeat, the whine comes out. “But moooom! Jiminie gave me mine!”

Namjoon looks sharply over to his son, who wilts but lets out a nervous giggle. “Minnie! We were going to give it to him together!”

Yoongi glances up. “You’re angry about the wrong thing, Joon.”

The younger man shrugs. “It was cool! Jimin, did he like it?”

Like two gossiping schoolkids, Namjoon, his son, and Taehyung excitedly discuss the gift: a little disposable camera that would let Tae take his own pictures whenever he wanted. A thoughtful gift, of course, and your heart soars at the thought of your little artist having his own camera, but Yoongi just slumps back on the couch, not even reacting as his youngest smears stray yoghurt over his jeans. “We have to let Taebear give Jimin his Christmas present now, love.”

Though he spoke low, the giant boxy grin on Tae’s face shows you he definitely heard. You bite your lip staring at the three on the opposite couch all giving you puppy eyes, Namjoon included.

“Fine,” you sigh, watching the kids jump excitedly. “but it’s only fair that each of the kids gets to open one present then.”

Hoseok and Jungkook look over you in comic timing, one with a heart-shaped grin and the other with a milk moustache that’s almost over the entire bottom half of his face. Even baby Jinnie hiccups, bouncing happily with cheeks full of yoghurt.

“Does… Does that include us?” Namjoon asks tentatively, barely reacting as the two kids on his side tug at his hair, his shirt, his cheeks.

You laugh in good humour, turning to your husband to share in the joke, but your smile drops when his eyes are rounded in hope too, blinking prettily.

You let out a sigh.

God, what have you done now

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chilling-seavey · 4 years ago

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Anything But Mine - The Wedding

A/N This was highly requested as a blurb but it needed it’s own full post as it is almost 5k words and it holds a special place in my heart <3

Note: Daniel and Florence’s wedding song is Blessed by Thomas Rhett. Please click the link and give it a listen because it speaks absolute volumes to their relationship and it’s so special to them!

Saturday, October 14th, 2023

Daniel was always good at finding instruments to play in the strangest of places. This morning in particular, at around noon, he found himself in the upstairs hallway of the old historical castle, his fingers dancing delicately over the keys of the grand piano, filling the stone building with a soft melody. He was dressed in a full suit and tie, ironed and styled to perfection down to his shiny black dress shoes, his dark hair combed and styled in a soft part and hair sprayed enough for it to stay put for the rest of the day and then some. A gentle smile was playing at his lips, his blue eyes seeming to catch the warm light of the midday sun that was spilling through the stained glassed window beside him and streaking across the old wooden floors.

Footsteps sounded down the hall and Daniel glanced up to see Corbyn headed towards him.

“I can never lose you. I just have to follow the music.” his best friend tisked, making Daniel crack a goofy grin as he played on. Corbyn leaned over the side of the piano, trying carefully not to crease his own suit. He simply watched him play for a little longer before Daniel dropped his hands to his lap. The final notes died out slowly, echoing off the old stone walls of the castle.

“How are you feeling?” Corbyn asked.

“Antsy.” Daniel said lightly, his leg bouncing restlessly off the side of the bench he sat on. He let his gaze drift out the stained-glass window, the brightly coloured fall trees filling the streets below them making the city seem a bit warmer. “What time is it?”

Corbyn glanced at his watch, “12:10. You still have two hours.”

Daniel sighed deeply, turning back to his friend, “I don’t think I can wait that long, bro.”

“Well you gotta. The girls are still getting ready.” Corbyn chuckled. “But your flower girls are demanding to see you. That’s why I’m up here.”

At simply the mention of his daughters, Daniel broke into a grin and he got up from the piano to start towards the stairs.

“They’re in our room with the guys.” Corbyn said, following him down the spiral staircase. Daniel seemed to navigate the winding corridors with ease – probably since he couldn’t stand still since he finished getting ready at 10:30 that morning – and he got back to their room with Corbyn a mess of confusion behind him.

The rest of their friend group were still in there hanging out after finishing getting ready along with Daniel’s two brothers and his dad. Clementine and Penelope were in the center of the room, demanding all of the attention from the men in their knee length light pink dresses and white stockings, looking no less than the cutest girls anyone had ever seen.

“My girls.” Daniel smiled, as he walked inside, bending down to their height as they rushed over to hug him. “You two look absolutely gorgeous.”

He tugged lightly at the brushed-out ringlets in their hair.

“We got makeup, Daddy!” Clementine beamed, pointing to her eyes where, sure enough, a thin coat of sparkly eye shadow and mascara framed each pair of bright blue eyes.

“Well, aren’t you two all grown up.” Daniel chuckled.

“Just a little.” Penelope said as if to reassure him.

“Yeah.” Clementine agreed with her younger sister. “Mommy said okay but just a little and Auntie Anna helped do it.”

“It looks very pretty.” Daniel said, looking between his two beaming daughters. He stood up from the ground and picked up Penelope to set on his hip and right away she leaned on his shoulder. “What did you need to see me for?”

“Oh!” Clementine ran across the room to the coffee table set up in the corner and she grabbed something from it before running back over to him. She held up a small envelope. “Mommy wanted me to give you this. It was a special mission. Only I could do it.”

“Sounds important.” Daniel smiled, taking it from her with his free hand that wasn’t holding the three-year-old. “Do you want another special mission, Miss Clementine?”

“Yes!” she squealed.

Daniel gave Penelope the envelope to hold so he could reach into his inside jacket pocket to pull out his own letter. He passed it down to the young girl who beamed at the sight of it as she held it in her two hands.

“Make sure Mommy gets this. No one else, okay?” Daniel instructed.

“Yessir!” Clementine nodded before running out of the room. The quick clicks of her Mary Janes could be heard disappearing down the hallway.

Daniel looked to Penelope in his arms, as he took the envelope back from her tiny grip, “You want to go with your sister?”

Her little head shake made him smile and he pressed a kiss to her head as she wrapped her arms around his neck and cuddled into him. He told the room that he would be right back before he walked out again, his youngest falling asleep on his shoulder. Penelope seemed to be a sense of calm to him as walking down the hallway felt so much easier with her.

Daniel found a small bench over-looking the garden below and he sat down, leaning against the wall so Penelope could still nap comfortably against him. He kept his arms on either side of the sleeping child to make sure she wouldn’t fall as he held the small white envelope in his hands, the contents inside personally written from the bride.

His name always looked so much nicer when it was written by her.

When he turned it over, a soft pink lipstick mark was pressed to the seal and he smiled at the sight of her sitting by the window over looking the castle gardens in a long white dress and pressing a kiss to that very envelope. He could almost hear her soft giggle at her own ridiculousness.

Daniel slid his finger along the seal in order to pull out the small sheet of cardstock. The black ink scrawled crisply over the high-end parchment and he held it carefully in his two hands as if he was holding priceless artwork.

Penelope shifted against his shoulder and he set one hand on her back securely as he began reading.

My dearest Daniel,

How long has it been that we’ve awaited this day? It already feels like a lifetime. Every day spent with you brings so much brightness to my world and I truly cannot imagine a life without you by my side. You have always been my confidant, my protector, my best friend, and my one true love. You live so passionately yet carefully, thinking through every action before doing and always putting everyone else before you. Especially our girls. Clementine and Penelope are so blessed to be able to call you their father, and I am even more blessed to soon be able to call you my husband. It still sounds so surreal. We’ve been awaiting this day for exactly 5 years now, even if we might not have known it at first. Every obstacle led us here, all the heartache, the tears, the laughter, and the late-night talks – and I wouldn’t change one thing. This is our story. It may have been five years in the making but it starts today.

I love you more than life itself, and I will every day forward.

Yours forever,

Florence

Clementine came skidding into the bridal suite, her dress shoes shrieking against the floor.

“Clementine Ophelia, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Florence tisked, holding out her arm to catch her rambunctious daughter running for her at top speed as she sat at the dressing table getting the finishing touches on her hair.

“I have an important message for you, Mommy!” Clementine said, bouncing on her toes as she held onto Florence’s white dress tightly with one fist, her other waving the envelope in her face.

“Thank you, angel.” Florence took it from her with a cheesy grin and gently pried her four-and-a-half-year old’s hand from her dress. “Now go sit with Uncle Callum and calm down, please.”

Clementine skipped across the room to Callum who was sitting on the couch with Daniel’s mum.

“What’s that?” Anna asked through a teasing smile, pinning the last bit of the soft white flower into her curls.

Florence grinned down at the letter in her hand, “You know what it is.”

“A love letter from my brother.” Anna sang softly as she picked up the hairspray. “Hold your breath.”

Florence closed her eyes gently and took a deep breath, holding the envelope safely against her chest as Anna sprayed at least half the can of hairspray onto her curls. The girls coughed a little together when she was finished, waving their hands in the air.

“Well, my dear, you look like an angel on earth.” Anna said proudly.

“Thank you so much.” Florence sighed, welcoming her soon to be sister-in-law into a hug.

“You’re most welcome. We’ll go downstairs to make sure everything is going smoothly…and you so can read your mushy letter.” Anna said, ushering everyone out of the room.

Florence took a small breath through her wide smile, catching her own eye in the mirror nearby. She hardly recognised herself…but in the best way. Anna really knew what she was doing. Her blonde hair fell in soft curls to her shoulder, side swept to the left with her bangs falling gracefully over her forehead. The white baby’s breath flowers tied her hair together and her light makeup smoothed out her skin perfectly. It was the type of makeover that Florence wasn’t a stranger to from her adolescent years, but the importance of that day had it meaning so much more.

She looked back down to the white envelope in her hand and smiled at the soft cursive of her name, ended with a small heart.

Florence opened the letter carefully, making sure to be cautious of her fresh manicure, and slid the small piece of cardstock out of the envelope. It was heavy in her hands and before she even read it, she felt tears prick at her eyes from the emotion of it all.

My Sweetheart,

We both know the story about how I was that love-sick teenager at the frat party, trying my best to hit on the most beautiful girl there and ultimately failing miserably after I accidentally spilled my entire drunken thoughts about how I was wanting to marry you one day. I bet you didn’t see that actually happening. I probably didn’t either to be honest. I still remember how you looked that night, almost like the image of you is ingrained in my memory forever. A shy young woman, clueless about where life was going to take her. I thank God every day that it took you to me. From the moment we first met, you have been the shining star guiding me wherever I go; saving me when I’m lost and being my biggest constellation when I succeed. Having you by my side through everything is the biggest reassurance and I truly don’t know where I would be without you. Thank you for not only blessing us with our two beautiful daughters, but also for being such a selfless and caring mother. Thank you for pushing me when I feel like giving up, and being able to let me come to you with anything, even if it’s as stupid as losing my keys over and over again. Thank you for saying yes, for promising to love me through all the hardships. Thank you for making me who I am. I’m honoured to soon be able to call you my wife.

It’s always been you.

All my love,

Daniel

Daniel stood at the top of the stairs, biting anxiously at his bottom lip, watching all the guests below make their way into the conservatory for the ceremony.

“5 minutes.” Tyler said, coming up behind his youngest brother and set a hand on his shoulder, “How are we feeling?”

“Really freaking nervous for some reason.” Daniel mumbled, his voice shaking.

“You’re not facing your death, Dan.” Christian laughed, joining them by the stairs as well.

“I know, I know. What if I like…mess something up? Or like…cry in front of everyone.” Daniel sighed, looking back down the stairs at the hallway that now appeared empty, meaning all the guests were seated.

“That’s the whole point of a wedding. You’re doing it wrong if you don’t cry.” Christian scoffed, brushing his hands over his youngest brother’s shoulders, straightening out his suit.

“You look good, bro.” Tyler smiled.

“Boys, it’s time.” Keri called from the bottom of the stairs. “Tyler, Christian, get out there please.”

“Good luck.” Christian winked as the eldest brothers rushed down the stairs and into the conservatory.

“Ready, baby?” Keri asked, sensing Daniel’s hesitation from the flight of stairs that seperated them. Daniel nodded and walked down to her slowly. “You look so handsome.” She smiled at her youngest son, holding his face in her hands. “I’m so proud of you, you know?”

“Thanks, Mum.” Daniel whispered, smiling softly to the dark wood floors.

She linked her arm in his and they took a few steps towards the grand doorway into the white painted conservatory. The large domed skylight was built of stained glass and cast a soft glow around the room, the floor to ceiling windows framed with elaborate white paneling only adding to the sunlight seeping onto the cream checkered tile floor. Dark marble trim lined the conservatory, dotted with many foliage and led to the end of the aisle where the officiant stood in front of the fountain framed in white flowers.

Daniel and his mother took the two marble steps into the sun filled conservatory and all eyes turned to them. It wasn’t a large guest list. The young couple didn’t know many people, but the four steady rows were only filled with everyone in their lives. Daniel couldn’t bite back his wide grin, turning to look at his mother on his arm who smiled up at him proudly. When they reached the altar, he leaned down to kiss her cheek and she sat down in the front row with his father and two brothers. Christian and Tyler gave him two thumbs up, making him chuckle as he shuffled in place. His friends sat behind them, Jack throwing up a heart with his hands that made Jonah smack his arm and shake his head. Daniel stuck his tongue out at them teasingly regardless, his hands held together behind his back, tapping a finger against his palm restlessly. He kept his eyes focussed on the double doors a few metres away.

Barely a minute later – although it felt like an eternity – the band started to play and everyone in the room turned to look behind them.

Anna and Callum walked out first, arm in arm. Anna held a small white bouquet and had on a long light pink gown, matching to Callum’s bowtie over his black suit. When they reached the front, they seperated, Callum standing to the left and Anna finding her place beside Daniel, giving his arm a small squeeze on her way and they exchanged small smiles.

Clementine and Penelope were next, still dressed in their matching light pink dresses and white Mary Janes, sprinkling white rose petals from their wicker baskets as they walked down the aisle with wide grins. The room ‘awe’d at the little girls, Daniel smiling so proudly at his daughters. Penelope ran ahead to him and wrapped her arms around his legs shyly.

He brushed her dark curls from her face, whispering a gentle, “Go sit with Luke, Penny girl.” as he ushered her towards them. Clementine held out her hand and the sisters went to their seats with the Clifford’s.

The room shifted to their feet, everyone turning to the double doors as Florence and Michael stepped down the two small stairs into the conservatory. Daniel could have sworn his heart stopped beating at the sight of her in the long white ballgown, the lace accents sitting softly over her shoulders and the thin veil tucked securely into her blonde hair and falling effortlessly down her back. The moment she looked up at him, her light eyes finding his, Daniel couldn’t hold back his tears, pressing his hand to his mouth in awe by her.

It was if nothing mattered anymore, not worrying about anything but the woman he loved dressed in white, walking towards their future. He couldn’t help but return her smile as he wiped the tears from his cheeks, her eyes already shimmering with tears herself as Michael pressed a kiss to her cheek and passed her over into Daniel’s outstretched hand.

“You look gorgeous.” Daniel whispered, his voice breaking a little as he tried to speak.

“So do you.” Florence chuckled lightly, taking a shaking breath as her other hand fell into his.

They stood together, hand in hand, in front of all their friends and family, as the officiant opened the wedding. Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off of her and Florence was just the same, giving his hands a soft squeeze.

After a quick prayer and introduction, the floor was passed to the bride first for her vows. She took a shaking breath, a small nervous whimper falling from her glossy lips and Daniel smiled at her reassuringly.

Florence met his strong gaze, running her thumbs over his as she spoke.

“Daniel James Seavey, five years ago to this day, I was nothing less than a confused 18-year-old, unsure of what my purpose in life was. I was really at my lowest point. But that goofy, slightly tipsy brunette boy sat himself down next to me and right away things started looking up. From that night onwards, you have taught me so many valuable lessons, from learning how to live joyously, trust honestly, and love passionately. It hasn’t been an easy five years, but I know that after all the tests we have been put through to get here, that our love can survive anything. Loving you is my greatest honour and I promise to love you more and more with each passing day as your wife,” Florence paused a moment, her bottom lip trembling as she held back her tears and her hands tightening on his, “and as your best friend. I promise to laugh with you and cry with you, and to never go to sleep angry. Even if you’re always waking me up in the middle of night when you get a burst of inspiration at 3am and you have to play a new song right then and there.”

The room laughed lightly.

Florence sniffled but continued, “It’s not going to be easy. At least that’s what everyone always told me. But for some reason, standing here with you right now, nothing but the strongest love in my heart, knowing that you’re by my side forever…nothing seems easier than that.”

Daniel cracked a small smile through his silent tears, mumbling a very quiet ‘I love you’ which she returned.

“I wrote mine down because you know I can’t keep my mind in one place.” Daniel said, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out a small piece of paper. He unfolded it and took a shaking breath, taking a quick look at his bride and smiling, sliding one hand back into hers before turning back to his vows.

“Florence Margret DiCaprio. My sweetheart. My best friend. There seem to be so many words to describe what you mean to me but none that seem to be enough to truly encompass how I feel. I have been a boy in love since I first laid eyes on you and I knew, although quite naïve at the time, that life wouldn’t be quite worth living if you weren’t by my side. I made many stupid mistakes in my life, especially the first two years of knowing you, but you never gave up on me and you never held that against me. We make each other better people, better parents, and better life partners. I thank God every single day for bringing you into my life, for bringing our daughters into our lives, and for allowing me the chance to live the life that I only could ever dream about. I promise to work through life with you, to be there for you at your lowest at and to celebrate with you at your highest, to cherish you and our children through everything, and to write you so many songs that we could make our own record library.”

Daniel glanced up at her to meet her soft chuckle through her forming tears, her hand gently squeezing his.

He looked back down to his paper, gently rubbing his thumb over hers, he took a small breath, looking back at her as he spoke, “Most importantly, I promise to you love you honestly and truly, with all my heart, until my last breath.”

Florence let a few tears fall down her cheeks, her heart felling like it might beat right out of her chest. How she absolutely adored the man in front of her.

Clementine was ushered over with the little satchel with the rings and Daniel bent down to take them from her.

“Thank you, angel.” he smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up again. She rushed back over to her seat with a grin on her little face.

Daniel stood back up, following the instructions of the minister. He took Florence’s left hand in his, carefully sliding the ring on her finger, saying “Take this ring as a sign of my everlasting love.”

The minister directed Florence to do the same. She smiled softly at Daniel before taking his left hand and slid on his own ring, “Take this ring as a sign of my everlasting love.”

Their hands fell into each other’s sharing excited smiles, hand in hand, as the minister said his closing remarks and blessings.

“I now pronounce you man and wife; you may kiss the bride.”

Daniel let out a quiet, “Oh my gosh” as he leaned in to kiss her. Florence’s hands went to the side of his neck to keep him close, smiling widely into it, as their friends and family applauded.

They whispered quick “I love yous” heard only to them before they were walking back down the aisle hand in hand.

Photographs were taken on the castle grounds under the trees that were changing colour into a frenzy of oranges and reds. Daniel felt like his smile would never leave his face, staying tucked up nice a close to Florence as if he never wanted to be more then two inches away from her for the rest of time. It was all a bit messy and a tad chaotic, the two young girls getting a bit restless and wanting to jump in the fallen leaves rather than pose for picture and Penelope fell over which got them a few good shots of her bawling her eyes out in Daniel’s arms, her tears staining his suit jacket. But even still, Daniel and Florence wouldn’t have had it any other way.

They still had their moment to walk into the library where their reception was, hand in hand, their small group of family and friends standing and cheering and Florence felt happier than she ever thought was possible in life. Daniel led her to the middle of the dancefloor as the lights dimmed to a soft glow and he pulled her close for their first dance. The music played through the speakers, filling the dark wood library with an indescribable warmth, their eyes on each other’s with Daniel’s hands tucked around her waist and Florence’s hands draped over his shoulders.

It was a love song that Daniel heard on the radio one day and it brought him to tears alone in his car on the way home from class, the words speaking volumes about the deep and unbreakable love he had for this girl, who had overcome so much with him, to find them in that exact moment.

He couldn’t help but lean in to kiss her softly, running his thumb softly over the lace of her dress, smiling as she curled into him, leaning her head on his shoulder as they swayed slowly to their favourite song. Daniel let his eyes close, trying to savour the feeling of that very moment, letting the lyrics fall quietly from his lips as he sang to her as if it was just the two of them. Florence moved back a little to look at him, their noses brushing a little, keeping her arms tucked around his shoulders, pressed up close as if they were one.

Of course, nothing was ever perfect, and Clementine managed to slink out of Christian’s lap and made a beeline for the dance floor, dodging his desperate lunge for her. Daniel reached out to grab her as she ran right for them, keeping one hand on Florence’s waist as he took her small hand in his own and she swayed dramatically to the music the best she could. Florence waved over Penelope who rushed over to them as well and joined into their little circle, spending more time with her arms held up to Daniel to get him to pick her up than anything. Daniel and Florence finished their first dance with their two daughters, Clementine twirling around her mother’s white ballgown and Penelope curled shyly into her father’s neck. They wouldn’t have had it any other way.

The rest of the evening was spent amongst their family and friends, eating their expensive dinner and thanking everyone for coming. Dancing occurred by evening and despite the loud music and lights, both Penelope and Clementine were fast asleep, the youngest tucked up on Christian’s lap with her head on his chest and the oldest sleeping against Callum’s shoulder. The brothers, Callum especially, was set on giving Florence and Daniel all the time together on their special day, meaning he was on toddler-duty all night. Christian didn’t complain in helping out either.

The newly married couple didn’t really get their one-on-one time until the reception came to an end and they were off for their honeymoon. Newly graduated from university and parents of two, all they could afford was a week at a ritzy hotel downtown which is where they found themselves that night. Not wanting to be apart for a moment longer; a bit tipsy from champagne from the wedding and a bit love-drunk, they made the impromptu decision to have a third baby, consummating their marriage in the soft white sheets of the hotel king size bed.

And for the rest of the week.

It was no surprise when they were met with two positive pregnancy tests come the end of November...

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Sycamore High: Sound it Out (Chapter 19)

A/N: This might be one of my favorite chapters, but here's the end of the night and the return of a certain be-speckled boy so... ALSO, I FINALLY FIGURED OUT A NICKNAME THAT TED WOULD CALL TOMMY AND I FIND IT ADORABLE

summary: Ted and Tommys night takes an unexpected turn for the worse

words: 3,171

warnings: swearing, kissing, blood mention, punching, HOMOPHOBIA, HOMOPHOBIC SLURS, negative thoughts

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“I really do not like musicals” Ted comments shaking his head, they laugh walking out of the theatre. Tommy smiles, playing with Ted's fingers in his own hand. He leans in a little closer, his walk becoming tired. Ted looks down “You ok there gumdrop?” Ted asks as they walk back. The beautiful sunny day, slowing its course becoming a calm night. A cool wind blows the pair as they walk through the silent streets. Tommy yawns leaning in a little more, eyes drooping.

“Mmhm” He hums in response “Just tired, dearest” Tommy yawns again, Ted chuckles softly watching Tommy's hair fall softly into his eyes. He pushes them out of the way and supports Tommy a little more. Happy to carry his boyfriend all the way home, offering his weight. Ted walks peacefully with Tommy practically asleep on his side. He hears the smaller boy humming softly, Ted recognizes the song from the musical they just saw. Ted listens hoping nothing breaks the graceful tune that plays. But alas, all good things must come to an end.

“Hey! Fag!” A sharp voice yells from behind the pair, Ted feels his heart drop. A perfect picture, in a broken frame.

Ted keeps walking, feeling himself pick up the pace still supporting Tommy. He can sense the people behind him, Tommy perks up a bit looking confused. He pauses, stopping the pair in their tracks. He looks up sleepily at Ted.

“What's up buttercup?” He yawns his words “Why are we rushing?” Ted shifts uncomfortably. He stares behind Tommy noticing two figures approaching out of the clear space. Tommy notices and looks behind him. “Who are they?” He asks more aware. Ted shakes his head and Tommy understands. He takes his hand once more and they continue walking, the men still trailing behind. The apartment feels as far away as ever.

“Hey! Didn't you hear us?” The men shout, Tommy feels Ted tighten his grip. They struggle to keep going as the men continue to call out to them, yelling slurs and insults left and right. “Hey, you two! Holding hands” Ted shuts his eyes tight but keeps going, he just wants to go home.

“Hey, I've got you, ok?” Tommy whispers soothingly, noticing Ted's face. Ted tilts his head, nodding gratefully. Ted feels his phone buzzes, and he quickly checks it. He shows the map to Tommy, who smiles reassuringly. “Look, we’re almost home” Ted nods. He checks his messages and responds quickly, in the small clearing they've gotten too far away from the men.

Chad: Hey kiddos! Just wanted to check in a see what your ETA on the movie was!

Ted feels a small weight lift from his shoulder seeing the normality return. He responds quickly.

SB: Just finished, walking home now.

He pockets his phone at the sound of nearby rustling and they continue walking. They slow their pace, still alert. The men are nowhere to be seen, the boys take a breath. The night rolls in faster now, the starless sky shining once more. Ted smiles up at them and counts as many as he can, just like mom said. They continue as Tommy returns to his dazed state and Ted counts as many as he can. His record was 126, his moms was 243. Although Ted still thinks she made that up. He laughs softly to himself recalling his mother. He feels his chest slow, returning to normal and his breath sounds at a manageable pace.

“Hey! Didn’t you hear me you fucking fag” The men jump in front of the pair, Ted can see their faces now. Ted jumps back instinctively taking Tommy who becomes alert once more. He examines the men and unexpectedly Ted can feel Tommy shy away. He puts an arm protectively around him, Tommy clutches on.

“Leave us alone” Ted manages, surprised at the own confidence from his own voice, Tommy nods in agreement still hiding. The men erupt into obnoxious laughter taking slow steps forward, Ted squints, the dark light makes it harder to see their faces.

“Why? So you can go back to holding hands?” Another man speaks up, the left one snickers at his own remarks. “Nah I don't think so, I think I need to teach you queers a lesson” Ted can hear cracking, the man was cracking his fists. Ted backed away still protecting Tommy. He scanned his surroundings, find a way out. Suddenly a giant pressure hits his face and he stumbles backward, losing his connection to Tommy. He flails helplessly for Tommy, he can hear a sudden ringing as he hits the ground. He can hear noises, talking, shouting, fear rises within him. He tries to call for Tommy, but his voice is hoarse. He shuts his eyes trying to ground himself, instead met with a heavy pressure and a struggle to stay conscious.

~~~

“Oh my god!” Emma laughs still recovering “That was hilarious!” Paul nods also laughing. They exit the restaurant thanking their host. They sigh making their way to the parking lot where Paul had parked. The cool night sent a chill down the pairs back, but it was refreshing. They settle back into the car still riding the high of that fulfilling dinner.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, I was pretty nervous” Paul admits, pulling out of the lot. Emma smiles coyly, she watches his movements, catching his eye.

“I loved it! I haven’t been out for dinner since…” she ponders for a moment “Oh gosh, since forever. It was my sister's favorite thing to do” she perks up excited, Paul scrunched his brows, sister? “Every Friday she would try and find a place we hadn’t eaten at before and we would have to go” Emma explains, cheery. “The last place we went was…” something falters as Emma pauses. She swallows hoping Paul was to busy driving to notice. He does but decides to focus on the empty road in front of him.

“How was your food?” He asks trying to divert the conversation, not wanting to make Emma unhappy. She smiles gratefully nodding.

“It was good, I definitely ordered the right thing,” She says checking her messages, quickly responding to her mother's texts. She also takes a quick moment to text Charlotte back, smiling all the way through their conversation. She tucks her phone away turning back to Paul. “So tell me, Matthews, what happens now?”

“Now, I take you home,” He says, she looks around recognizing her surroundings. Watching familiar neighborhood houses go by.

“Then what happens?” She asks as they pull into her driveway. Paul smirks getting out of the car, helping Emma out. She gracefully accepts and they walk silently to her front door. “Paul?” He takes a deep breath, looking around him. He meets her eyes once more smiling.

“Then,” He says slowly, leaning in closer. He takes her hands, ignoring the blush creeping upon his face. He pushes a loose strand of her out of her face. “Then...I do this” He says practically speaking upon her lips. He cups her face, slowly bringing it to his own and allowing their lips to meet. It lasts a short beautiful moment before the door swings open and they pull apart quickly. Turning away from the door, hiding their red faces.

“So you’re Paul Matthews...” A light but firm voice spoke.

~~~

“Oh, you are going down, Matthews!” Deb shouts jumping up ecstatically, ferociously pressing the buttons. Alice laughs delighted, swinging her controller around planting one final blow. She dances in the victory music that plays from the TV and seeps in the beauty of a disappointed groan from Deb.

“Haha! What was that dear Deb?” She teases. Deb stands up grabbing Alice pulling her down onto the bean bags tickling her mercilessly. Alice squeals delightfully, grabbing her mouth trying to quiet herself but to no avail. The girls shush themselves hearing footsteps coming up the stairs. The door creaks open, Alice looks up at her mom. She smiles silly, joined by Deb.

“Hi, Deb,” Alice's mother says, she looks at her daughter expectantly.

“Hi, Ms.Matthews!” Deb says giddy, Alice shakes her head cheeks flushing.

“Hun, I've told you, you can call me Marley,” Marley says sweetly, Deb nods excitedly. “It's nice to see you around, I'm making some dinner would you like to join us?” She asks, instinctively folding up some things strewn around the room. Deb looks to Alice who shrugs. She looks back to Marley and nods, thanking her. “Alright! I call you down when it's ready!” Marley says leaving the room, closing the door.

“Eeek! I love your mom's food!” Deb exclaims, Alice nudges her glancing back to the tv. “Oh you're on” She grabs her controller and they begin once more.

~~~

“Mmm,” Chad hums dancing around the kitchen, circling Henry as they cook. “I don't know if its the food, or you, but something smells good” Chad giggles placing a kiss onto Henry's neck. The professor shakes his head, struggling to keep his smile under control.

“You are being very unprofessional Professor Hidgens” Henry comments lovingly, Chad bites his tongue giggling. Henry pauses stirring turning to his husband, he pulls him into a kiss. Chad holds his bowl kissing back, he pulls away biting his smile. They continue dancing around each other, a beautiful routine as they swirl through and around cooking up a storm. Henry hums a tune, finally pouring the finished meal into a setting bowl. “Love, will you set the table? I’m just not as good as you are with it” Henry coos, Chad nods setting to his task excitedly. Henry pouts suddenly, an awkward feeling settling him. Chad turns noticing, he strokes his husband's cheeks examining the man's face.

“Everything alright dearest?” Chad inquires

“Have you heard from the boys? The movies-”

“I have, they are on their way now” Chad comforts, Henry nods still doubtful. “Henry? Are you alright?” Chad continues, noticing the still unsure look Henry has.

“Something is wrong” Henry frowns “I feel...like something is wrong” Chad tilts his head still cupping his husbands face. They stay like this before Henry waves it off and continues on dinner. Chad watches before setting the last placemat, making sure there are four in case Tommy wants to eat with them. The music continues playing through the house putting both men at ease. Finally, Henry finishes sitting down at the table, watching his husband affectionately. His attention pulled away as the door swings open, both men stand and turn towards it.

“Help!” Tommy cries, rushing in supporting a large figure. The professors scramble over to him taking an unconscious Ted and leading him to the couch. They set him down, Chad goes to grab a first aid kit. Henry turns to Tommy, he didn't mean to glare but...he did. His face softens at the redness surrounding the boy's eyes, and the glasses inked with dry tears. He tries to speak but can't manage anything. Chad returns and immediately begins working on Ted's face, cleaning up the blood, working on his nose. “I'm sorry” Tommy whispers frightened. Henry and Chad pause looking to the be-speckled boy. “I was s-so tired and I didn't...I d-didn't see anything…” He chokes back a sob, his eyes never leave Ted. Henry stands carefully, walking towards the boy. He places an arm around Tommy comforting him, Tommy cries into him, Chad sighs going back to Ted.

“Its alright Tommy, come sit,” He says leading the boy over to the couch. Tommy wipes his eyes, he places Ted's head in his lap, stroking the boy's hair, scared. Chad keeps working, feeling Ted stirring he backs away. Ted blinks his eyes open tired, he nestles into Tommy who gasps softly kissing Ted's forehead.

“Mmm, what's going on?” Ted mumbles, Tommy tries to speak but can feel the incoming tears. Ted hears the small noise coming from his boyfriend, he sits up. “Gumdrop?” He yawns, suddenly feeling a load of pain. He rubs his nose, wincing at the pain. His eyes grow in horror as he remembers the incidents of the evening. He shies away unable to meet the professor's eyes. “Oh…”

“What happened boys?” Henry asks returning from the kitchen handing the pair glasses of water. They take it gratefully, sipping on it to avoid conversation. They share a look before nodding. Ted turns to Chad, hoping his reaction will be softer. They recount the events that had happened bouncing back and forth between the pair. By the end, the apartment falls silent, save for Chad trying to stop his sniffles.

“Henry, can I talk to you?” Chad asks coldly. His husband nods and leads them out of the room. The two teens look to each other, frightened. Tommy takes his hand, biting his quivering lip. Ted sighs taking him into a hug.

“I was… I am..” Tommy tries but can't get the words out. “I-im so sorry!” He blurts sobbing into Ted. Ted tightens the embrace, rubbing soothing circles on his back.

“It's not your fault Tommy” Ted reassures “It’s those...those…” He pulls away angry “Monsters” Tommy chuckles at his sweet frown. He wipes away tears from his eyes. “Are you ok?” Ted asks, his voice softer now. Tommy nods, gasping cautiously.

“You got punched, and you're asking me if I'm ok?” Tommy shakes his head, disbelief running through him “I love you” Tommy says, the words rolling off his tongue so smoothly. He doesn't go back, he stays confident but Ted? Ted has never felt so much before. He pulls Tommy into a kiss, sweet and loving. The boys melt into each other, two pieces fit perfectly together.

“I love you too, by the way,” He chuckles “If that wasn't clear” The pair giggle together. Ted takes Tommy into another embrace resting on each other. They take deep breaths feeling their eyes grow heavy. Ted feels an everlasting flutter, but it's comfortable. I could get used to this.

~~~

“Thank you Mrs.Perkins! Sorry for kissing your daughter” Paul shouts as he leaves the house, causing Emma to giggle. She walks him to the car, holding his hand comfortably. She tries her hardest to ignore the obvious blush Paul holds. He turns to her, placing another kiss on her cheek. “I hope we got to know each other enough tonight,” He tells her, She nods biting her lip.

“I think we did,” She says, pushing a hair out of her face “I really enjoyed tonight Paul, seriously” she pokes his stomach as he listens “And I'm excited to continue this...getting to know each other thing” He laughs nodding in agreement.

“I should go” He admits disappointed “I'll see you Monday” He informs. She nods waving goodbye as he gets into his car, waving goodbye. She goes back to her house, smiling uncontrollably, much to her mother's notice.

“So I guess your night was awful?” Her mother teases. Emma groans plopping on to the couch. “He seems nice”

“Did you have to invite him in?” She asks defeated “I mean I really like him! And you totally embarrassed me” She moans kicking off her heels. Her mom chuckles gesturing her upstairs, she nods and goes to get ready for bed. She nods happily humming, what is wrong with me?

~~~

“Dinner was wonderful Alice, but I should really head home” Alice sighs nodding, She waves a sweet goodbye to Deb who disappears just as quickly as she came. She walks to the kitchen to help her mom clean up, hearing the door open she turns.

“How was your date?” Alice asks as Paul walks in almost immediately throwing off his tie.

“I won't say I'm in love” He hums quietly to himself, before leaving to go upstairs. Not before shooting his sister a quick glance. She rolls her eyes so far back she sees inside her head. Marley chuckles finishing the last dish and placing it carefully to dry. She kisses her daughter's forehead and starts to make her own way upstairs leaving a very empty feeling in Alice. She sighs checking the time shrugging she turns on the tv. Caution, she lowers the volume and makes sure the subtitles are on, watching hours of TV throughout the night. She finally falls asleep, dreaming of a certain beanie-wearing, flannel rocking girl.

~~~

FU: You really said the words ‘I love you’?

SB: Yes, Paul. I don't know if you know this but that's how relationships work.

FU: Ok, uh...fuck you first of all. Second, whatcha up to?

SB: Nothing much, just chilling on the couch, Tommy and I are watching some TV

FU: He's still there? It's like 4 am

SB: Its 12 am, and there was an incident so he's staying here

FU: An incident?

And so for the second time that night, Ted recalls the evening's events in detail, shivering at the thought. And for the second time that night, he leaves someone speechless.

FU: I'm going to commit murder

B: Can I join you?

Ted freezes, he darts his eyes up realizing he had been texting the boy's group chat the entire time. He feels his eyes sting as they threaten him with tears. He tries to type a response but his fingers can't stop shaking. He feels Tommy take his hands and squeeze them, he shows them the texts. Tommy nods and helps him through the rest of the conversation.

“Don't mention it, ok?” He advises “Just continue on like normal, you can talk about it another day” He continues, ted listens “But right now, everything is alright” He finishes planting a kiss on Ted's cheek. He nods returning to his phone.

SB: Alright Moriarty, no need for the dramatics

FU: If he's Moriarty, what does that make me?

B: …

SB: …

FU: Ok, moving on then. So then what happens now?

SB: Idk dude, the professors left to talk awhile ago and haven't come back. Anyway… how was your date with Emma?

FU: Oh.. it was ok...nothing special. We went out to dinner, drove around...the usual. And we kissed!

SB: No fucking way

B: Language! But also congratulations Paul

FU: Ah why thank you!

SB: No fucking way did Emma kiss you

Fu: Don't be jelly Teddy

B: I hate to remind you but Ted is in a relationship, he's far from jealous

FU: …

FU: Point to Moriarty

SB: Yeah loser, I'm in love remember?

FU: In love with yourself?

SB: Definitely not

B: Can't relate

FU: Self-love? Whos she?

Ted chuckles to himself, he spends the rest of the night reading over the texts, going back through feeling infinitely happy. Tommy yawns next to him, he leans into Ted nestling himself into his shoulder. Ted smiles placing a kiss on the smaller boys forehead I love him, He sounds it out to himself. I, as in me Ted, Love, as in care so much for, Him, Tommy. Yeah, things are going to be fine.

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padfootagain · 6 years ago

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The Flower Shop Around The Corner (II)

Part 2 : Ray Of Sunshine

Here is the second part of my cute series for Chris Evans! For now, all things are a little chaotic. But hey, you know me… it's still cute :)

Hope you all like it!

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2000

How could anyone be that annoying?

HOW?!

It was beyond comprehension.

And the worst part was that everyone else seemed to love him. When you? You were starting to seriously hate him.

Hate may have been a strong word but he was just… so… argh!

There were no words that came to your mind. What was beyond absolutely annoyed?

Not that he was a total jerk, and that was the worst part, what annoyed you the most. Because you couldn’t just blame the fact that he was evil, as he wasn’t evil at all. There was just something about him that went on your nerves. Perhaps it was the tiny crooked smile that never left his lips, or the way he laughed so dramatically and… actually you could make an entire essay on how his bloody laugh annoyed you. The way he always threw his whole body around, you thought he would fall off his chair everytime. And the way he always grabbed his chest, why did he do that? Was he afraid to lose a boob laughing? And how loud he was and the jokes, for goodness sake, how old was he? Five? And whenever you wanted to actually work, he was always joking around and you could never focus and you were so infuriated and…

Just the thought made your heart rush in your chest with anger, and you had to take a deep breath to calm down. There was nothing you could do about Chris Evans. He was your coworker, and that was it. How could you play a romantic comedy with him though? For now, you seemed able to fool your director and he seemed satisfied with your work. You hadn’t had to kiss him yet though.

Urgh… the mere thought was disgusting.

You were halfway through the project and you really didn’t know how you could finish it. You knew you had to, you just didn’t know how.

You kicked an imaginary can as you walked through the sunny street, your hands in the pockets of your jeans and your face turned towards the sky. Summer lingered on through the weeks of August, even if September would soon spread its chilly breeze. It was still early in the morning, but the streets, as usual, were filled with hurrying strangers. Shops were getting ready to open, the rhythm of the town still a little lazier than what it commonly was.

The front of the flower shop appeared by your side, your feet guiding you to the quiet and colourful place without you even noticing. It was a ritual by now. Every morning, before heading to work, you spent a few minutes at the flower shop to get your letter.

A smile formed on your lips at the mere thought, and through the street coloured in gold by the early sun, all thoughts of your colleague disappeared. Instead, they were replaced by this delightful feeling of calm and joy that never failed to cross your heart at the thought of the letters you received every day.

After giving back his wallet to this stranger, you had, for some unknown reason, listened to the florist and came back the next day. And he had indeed left you another note. So you replied. And he replied back… and on and on the notes turned into letters and now every morning you got a letter from him and left your answer for him to find in the evening. It had been going on for weeks now, through the whole summer actually. And it was your favourite thing in New York now.

Why had it turned so important to you? Perhaps it was the mere thrill of writing to a perfect stranger. After all, you had never met, you had no idea how old he was or what he looked like, you didn’t even know clearly what was his job. You didn’t even know his name. He always signed his letters by The Wallet Guy, and you signed with The Peonies Girl. And that was enough. For now at least, it was.

In contrast, you were talking about more intimate things that you would have done with even your friends. It was the final proof that sometimes, it was easier to speak to a perfect stranger than to your dearest friend. You just needed to find the right ear to whisper to. And you found it in the Wallet Guy, clearly.

You knocked on the glass door of the flower shop. It was too early for the store to be open, but it had never been an issue. The merry owner always let you in, excited to play her part in this game between two strangers.

A game… it was turning into much more than a mere game for you though. After all, you were so fond of this new friend of yours. He was charming, funny, delicate, such a good listener and adviser, grounded, fragile…

With a snort, you thought he was quite the opposite to your colleague.

But you pushed the thought of Chris away once more, and instead, knocked on the front door for Carlotta to unlock the door.

As she did everyday, she opened the door with a grin and invited you inside.

She didn’t lose any time, and reached on the counter to collect the red envelope your stranger had left for you. Upon the crimson paper, the words Peonies Girl were traced in a tiny and nervous handwriting that by now you could have recognized anywhere.

"He rewrote it three times. Three times!" Carlotta excitedly told you.

You leaned against the wooden counter and tore the envelope open without further wasted moment, but you couldn’t refrain the shy smile her remark brought to your lips.

You had barely read a couple of words that you felt all your worries vanish, and your shy smile widened and turned into a bright one.

Dear Peony,

I like this nickname of yours. It suits you well. It breathes summer warmth and a soft joy that turns people peaceful.

I understand how it feels to miss home. I’m not so far from Boston and yet I would do anything to go there and have a meal on Sunday with all my family. Even my dog misses it. I can see it. No, of course I am not simply using him as an ally just to prove a point. He really misses it. He told me this very morning.

I’m sorry to hear that you are having troubles with your colleague. But we all have people around us we don’t get along with. Just… try not to punch him, would you? Besides, who knows, perhaps he’s not as bad as he seems. Perhaps it just takes a little time for the two of you to get to know each other. As a proof, a colleague of mine said today that I was childish and unprofessional. Now, to a certain extent I wouldn’t care, but I don’t know why her words really went straight to my heart. I don’t know why I care so much, we don’t even like each other, quite the opposite, actually. A little bit like you and your own colleague, I guess. But coming from her it felt painful. Perhaps it’s because she is talented. I don’t think I’ll understand this reaction of mine. Perhaps it’s just my brain making too many thoughts again. I have to admit that I'm quite stressed these days, and I struggle a little more than usual with my own thoughts.

The news this morning have me horrified. Once more, I know, and one might think that by now I’m used to it, but far from it. I reckon my last tweet pissed off a few of our idiotic president's followers. I couldn’t be happier.

It’s late already, and I pity this poor Carlotta for keeping her store open so late at night simply for me to write to you. I try to hurry as I put my words on the page, but then I only end up starting all over again, unsatisfied. I don’t know why I want so badly to express my thoughts the right way with you. But after all, reading your letter every evening is probably the brightest moment of my day, I merely hope that my messages reach your heart the same way yours reach mine.

All yours,

The Wallet Guy.

You folded back the letter with a grin. You hadn’t even noticed it, but on the counter by your side, Carlotta had put down a cup of hot coffee, a pen, a few sheets of paper and a blue envelope. She was leaning on the other side of the counter and watching you with eyes full of mischief.

"So?" she asked with a crooked smile.

"So… nothing… unusual…" you spoke softly, but the bright smile on your face was giving it all away.

"Oh, come on! Give me something!"

You rolled your eyes.

"So… he was very sweet," you answered with a dreamy smile lingering on your lips.

She let out a strange noise between a squeal and a giggle, and went back to tend to her flowers with an excited look on her face.

Meanwhile, you drank a gulp of the warm beverage, picked up the pen, and began to write back.

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Chris was exhausted. No matter how many cups of coffee he drank up, he couldn’t wipe away the fatigue that drowned him. Long hours of work were a part of the reason. The rest was his friends deciding to drop by and spend the night drinking and laughing with him. He still had a headache, that the mere three hours of sleep he had managed to grab had not been able to diminish.

The second he saw you, he felt his whole body tensing. You had a dreamy smile on your lips, and he wondered where the gesture came from. It was on your features every morning, and would slowly wane as the hours flew away and the sun up there travelled across the sky to sink in the Hudson River.

He welcomed you with a forced smile as you sat down by his side in the chair marked with your name, waiting for the scene to start, and he recognized the faked gesture on your lips as well. A polite but frozen curve traced on your lips that matched his.

For a moment, you remained motionless, sitting side by side but separated by a world of thoughts. All around, people hurried back and forth, from cameramen to make up artists, getting ready to start shooting the new scenes.

"You look terrible," you blurted out in an innocent voice.

"Thank you," he sighed.

"Will you be up for today?"

"Doubting my professionalism again, I see…"

You didn't know if he was joking or not. You preferred to keep your reaction cautious and didn't reply anything.

"Don't worry, a little lack of sleep won't stop me from learning my lines," he went on. "But I reckon that a little party once in a while would do you good."

You glared at him.

"I was just kidding," he defended himself, but you were far from convinced.

In fact, you were angry already. What was the point in a remark like that? His tone sounded innocent, but you failed to see if he was really joking or not.

"I'm not as boring as you might think," you mumbled in an annoyed tone.

He heaved a sigh.

"I never said you were boring. You simply have no sense of humour whatsoever."

"Or perhaps you're just not funny."

He shook his head, and there was an expression on his face suddenly, that was almost close to guilt.

"That was a little mean."

"No more than usual," you shrugged.

"Why do you enjoy getting on my nerves like that?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

You were relieved as you were called for your first scene of the day.

"Lucky we are to have only a few weeks left and then we can stay as far from each other as we can."

"What a bliss that will be, I can't wait."

"So… back at politely hating each other."

"I reckon it's for the best."

Chris remained silent for a short moment, before getting up as well and following you across the large hall to reach the set where an office had been built.

"That's a shame, really. I'm sure we could have been friends."

"Friends?" you laughed at him. "I don't think so."

"If you weren't so uptight…"

"And if you weren't so childish… But we're not living in a fairytale, and you can't get alone with everyone you meet."

He nodded before asking you if you wanted to talk about the scene. A voice polite and rather cold for him. Neutral. It was the best he could do.

Why couldn’t the two of you get along, he didn't really know. He couldn't say that you were a bad person, you just seemed so annoyed by him. And he was annoyed by you. He liked professionalism, but he also liked to joke around, and you seemed immune to his humour. You seemed kinder than you behaved around him.

A pity, but he guessed you were right. Sometimes, people just didn't like each other. At least, not under these circumstances.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 6 years ago

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Nervous (Shawn Mendes x Reader)

(A/N) I am devoting this oneshot to one of my dearest friends. She had the idea for this. I mean, I would tag you, but you won’t tell me your Tumblr name, so yeah...anyway, you mean so much to me. Thank you for always supporting me and being by my side. Also, this is inspired by Shawn’s song ‘Nervous’. I won’t link it since Tumblr is...well...you know. But listen to it! I’ve been hearing it non-stop while I’ve been writing this the last few hours.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the song!

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing, pregnancy

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I sighed in relief when I could finally sit down in my usual seat in my usual café at the usual time. The last few days I couldn’t come here because of work and now I was set on enjoying some hours in my favourite place on earth. Tony, the owner of the café walked towards me with my usual order in hand. “Hi there, stranger.” She grinned and sat down opposite of me, after she place my coffee in front of me. “Oh, fuck off.” I laughed and she joined in. “What took you so long to come here again?” I shrugged and took a sip of the light-brown liquid in front of me. “You know, work. Oh wait, no, you don’t know about work.” She chuckled and shook her head at my words. “Hey! It’s hard work running a café! I-.” “Sure, especially when you spend more time chatting with your customers then actually working.” “Only with my favourite customers.” She jumped from her seat and winked at me, before she ran off to take care of a new customer. I chuckled at her behaviour, while my gaze drifted off to the people outside of the café. It was a rainy Sunday, perfect for spending the entire day in here, but I had a shift until half an hour ago, so I could only spend the few hours left of the day here. I looked back over to Tony, who was getting the order of one of the customers ready. She shot me a smile, before she turned back to the cup in front of him and a soft smile appeared on my lips. I knew how hard it was to run a café, and it was hard as hell, but it was fun to tease Tony about her ways. Turning back to my coffee, I fished my book out of my bag and began reading where I left off. My cup was soon empty, but quickly replaced with a full one. Tony stood in front of me, smirking. “What?” “How many times have you read this book already?” I chuckled and shrugged. “It’s a good book.” She shook her head grinning and sat down again. I put my bookmark in and laid the book on the table. “Are you alright?” She shrugged and yawned, letting me know how she felt. “Maybe you should get someone to help you out? You look a bit tired.” She shot me a crooked smile before she shrugged again. “No one is wo-.” “Worthy of working in you hold temple. I know. But still, think about it.” She smiled and nodded, before she stood up again and checked the watch on her wrist. A new message lit up the screen and she smiled. “I’ll be back in a second.” I nodded and watched her run off towards the back of the café. And she really returned just a few seconds later, accompanied by a man with a guitar case in his hand. He quickly thanked her, before he walked to an improvised stage that was near my table. While the man pulled a chair up and adjusted the microphone to the right height, Tony walked back to me. “You might want to get closer. He is oddly popular.” And she was right. Only a few seconds later, a group of young girls entered the café and squealed when they saw the man. He sent them a polite smile and wave before his eyes locked on mine. I immediately sat up straight and started to bite my lower lip. I noticed a faint blush on his cheeks, before his eyes moved to stare at the strings of his guitar. The girls hadn’t noticed anything and simply pulled up some chairs in front of the stage. Tony smirked. “Does someone have a crush?” I rolled my eyes and waved my hand dismissingly. “As if. No if you’d allow it, I’d like to continue with my book.” She walked over to the man, while she was giggling. I picked my book back up and tried to continue reading, but my eyes constantly moved over the edge of my book and glanced at Tony and the man. They were chatting, until another man walked up to the two of them. He was carrying a brown box drum and sat it down beside the chair of the other man. While the two men talked, Tony quickly looked back at me and noticed my curious look. She told the men something and they nodded. Then she quickly walked towards me. She sat down across from me and grinned knowingly. “What do you want to know?” I rolled my eyes but smiled. Quickly putting my book back down and leaned onto my elbows and glanced at the first man. His brown locks…the brown eyes…the tattoo on his hand… “What’s his name?” “Shawn.” “Where do you know him from?” “We have a mutual friend. I met him at a party where he played, so I asked him if he wanted to play here from time to time and he said yes. We’ve been friends since.” “Why have I never met him?” “Because you’re never here when he plays.” “Is he single?” She chuckled. “Yes.” “Is there an empty seat at the front?” She nodded and picked up my coffee, leading me to the front of the crowd. After she placed my cup on a table next to my chair, the second man raised his hand and got Tony’s attention. She walked to the two and quickly nodded, before she hurried behind the corner to get something. And then my eyes met his again and he shot me a shy smile, before the second man grabbed his attention.

Shawn’s POV

The moment our eyes met, I could feel my heart speed up. I was tuning my guitar, something that had become a routine for me, but suddenly my hands were shaking and unsteady. I started tugging at the collar of my white shirt and squirming on my seat. Tony talked to the girl, but she soon picked up her book and Tony walked to me. “Hi there, Mister popular.” I chuckled at the nickname. While Tony and I talked, my gaze wandered back to the girl more often then I would ever admit. Tony giggled. “Her name is Y/N.” My head snapped towards her. “What?” She rolled her eyes, grinning from ear to ear. “Just thought you would like to know.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, before I directed my eyes back to Y/N. Right in that moment, Josh walked in with the box drum. He sat it up next to my chair and grinned at me. “You ready, champ?” I nodded and we continued to chat, until Tony quickly told us that she had to do something. She walked to Y/N and sat down opposite from her. Y/N looked back at me, but I quickly looked at Josh, who had noticed my wandering eyes. “She’s cute.” “Hands off.” He chuckled at my reaction and held up his right hand, showing me the ring. “Don’t forget, champ, I’m a married man.” I chuckled too and began to concentrate on my guitar again. But all my concentration was gone when I noticed movement in front of me. Tony was leading Y/N right to the front row and sat her down directly in front of me. Josh raised his hand, grabbing Tony’s attention. We quickly asked for something to drink and Tony nodded, before she hurried behind the counter to get the drinks. While we were waiting, my eyes found Y/N’s again and I smiled shyly at her. She too, send me a small smile, before she looked at her fidgeting fingers in her lap. When I noticed that she was just as nervous as me, I smiled to myself, while I finished tuning my guitar. Tony soon returned with our drinks and I quietly thanked her, took a sip from my water and placed it underneath my chair. Then it was time to begin. I quickly said ‘Hello’ and thanked everyone for coming, before I started to play. We started with a few covers. My eyes shifted from the crowd, to the strings of my guitar and to Y/N. Every time my eyes met hers and I saw the smile on her face I broke into a wide grin. The evening went surprisingly smooth and soon it was time to say end the concert. We played the last song, before we bid everyone goodnight. The customers left the café, until only Tony, Josh, Y/N and I were left. Josh asked for a tea and Tony disappeared, getting it ready. Josh followed her, telling her a joke, leaving Y/N and I alone. I put my guitar into its case, before I straightened up and looked at the girl. She still sat in the chair and sipped her coffee. When I noticed that she was looking at me, I felt my hands getting sweaty and quickly wiped them on my jeans. I cringed at the obvious sign, making her giggle. And that giggle broke the ice. She put her coffee down and stood up, walking over to me. She held out her hand and smiled. “I’m Y/N.” Nervous as I was, I responded with the stupidest thing I could. “I know.” She looked at me, surprise written all over her face. I must’ve looked mortified, because she started to laugh again. “Good, that makes things easier.” I chuckled too and rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my cheeks light up with embarrassment. I finally shook her still outstretched hand and introduced myself. “I’m Shawn.” She grinned. “I know.” I laughed with her, but before we could say or do anything else, Tony and Josh returned. “Okay, I officially need a new water heater.” Y/N chuckled at Tony’s words, who sighed. “Well, let’s get home. I’m tired.” Y/N mumbled something along getting help for the café, which earned a death glare from Tony. When everyone was ready, we gathered in front of the café and watched Tony lock it. “I’m here with my car.” Josh pointed behind himself. “Yeah, me too. Do you want a ride?” Tony looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow, but Y/N shook her head. “Nah, I feel like walking. But thanks.” She smiled at the other woman and the two hugged, before Tony waved goodbye and ran to her car. Josh also walked away after he said goodbye, leaving me and Y/N alone. Again. She turned to me with a small smile on her lips. “Which direction?” I pointed in the direction I was facing, and her smile turned into a grin. “Me too.” Together we started to walk in that direction. At first there was an uncomfortable silence hanging over us, but when we felt the first raindrops, the silence was gone. “Oh, for fuc-!” A loud laugh interrupted me, and I turned to Y/N, seeing her grinning at the sky. She had her arms stretched out at her sides and her eyes closed. I chuckled when I saw that and she turned to me with a wide grin. “What?” “You look beautiful.” She blushed and the grin turned into a shocked expression. I could’ve thrown myself in front of one of the passing cars. I winced and closed my eyes, not wanting to look at her when she rejected me. But my eyes quickly opened, when I felt lips press against my cheek. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” She was smiling at me and I could have melted on the spot. She interlaced her fingers with mine and raised an eyebrow. “Do you mind the rain?” I shook my head. “Not with you.” She giggled and we started to walk again. There was silence again, but this time it was comfortable. By the time we took a right turn, the rain was getting stronger and soon Y/N and I were drenched. She was still smiling, while I had to concentrate to keep my teeth from clattering. She still noticed, though. “My apartment is right there, want to come upstairs for a bit?” Without thinking I nodded and let her pull me across the street. When we entered her apartment, she immediately turned the heat up. “You can take a shower. I got some clothes from my brother, they should fit you.” She smiled so sweetly, that I only nodded. She quickly led me to the bathroom and showed me everything. Then she got me her brother’s clothes and took some towels with her, so that she could get dry too.

Y/N POV

As soon as I closed the bathroom door behind myself, I leaned against it and took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had never been so confident and comfortable around a boy before. I took another deep breath, before I pushed myself off the door. I quickly undressed and dried my body with the towels I got, before I pulled some pyjamas on. Wrapping my hair in a towel, I moved to the kitchen and put some water in the heater, to make some tea. While I was waiting for the water to start boiling, I looked around my apartment, glad that I’d cleaned it last evening. While I poured the hot water into two cups, I heard the shower turn off. Shawn must be done. I carried the two cups to the living room table and got some tea bags out to let Shawn choose his flavour. While I was waiting, I turned the TV one and zapped through the channels, searching for something watchable. But I found nothing, so I switched to Netflix instead. Just then did Shawn walk into the living room. He smiled and flopped down beside me. “I made some tea if you’d like some.” He smiled and quietly thanked me, taking the berry flavoured tea bag. “Are your clothes in the bathroom? I can put them in the dryer.” I was about to stand up, but he waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry. I hung them up. They’ll be dry by tomorrow.” He blushed again, realising that he’d just invited himself to stay overnight. I chuckled at his reaction. “Just so you know, I’d like for you to stay overnight.” He laughed. “Well, that makes me glad. And, I promise, usually I’m smoother.” I giggled and nodded, believing him. “Good to know.” I nudged his side with my elbow and handed him the remote. “You choose.” He grinned and five minutes later, ‘Inside Out’ was playing. While we watched the movie, I started to cuddle up to Shawn, enjoying his warmth. At some point, he noticed that my hair was still wet and got up to get a blow dryer. I tried to convince him that it wasn’t a big deal, but he ignored my protests and got it anyway, pausing the movie and quickly drying my hair for me. I chuckled at him, but he just shrugged when he sat back down and raised an arm, allowing me to get closer to him. I would never admit it, but I soon started to feel tired and couldn’t keep the yawns in anymore. Shawn noticed, but only chuckled, until my eyes dropped shut. I could feel him moving around but was too tired to open my eyes. I only noticed that he’d turned the TV off and picked me up. I soon felt my soft mattress under me and cuddled into my pillows and blankets. I could hear him chuckle, before he pressed a light kiss to my forehead. He whispered a soft goodbye and was about to walk away, when I caught the hem of the shirt he was wearing. “Stay.” He started to protest, but I insisted that he staid here and he finally climbed into bed behind me, wrapping his strong arms around me. I cuddled up to him as close as I could and fell into a deep sleep.

Time skip

Next morning, Shawn gave me his number before he left. We’ve been texting ever since and when he told me that he’d play at the café again, I made sure that I had time that evening. I was sitting in the front row again and grinned while Shawn was tuning his guitar. It started like the last time, some covers, but then something unexpected happened. “So, this is a song I recently wrote. It’s pretty personal but let me know what you think.” He winked at me before he started to play, and while he sang, I immediately knew what those lyrics were about.

I saw you on a Sunday in a café And all you did was look my way And my heart started to race And my hands started to shake, yeah I heard you asked about me through a friend My adrenaline kicked in 'Cause I've been askin' 'bout you too And now we're out here in this roomI get a little bit nervous around you Get a little bit stressed out when I think about you Get a little excited Baby, when I think about you, yeah Talk a little too much around you (I talk a little too much, yeah) Get a little self-conscious (I get a little self-conscious) When I think about you Get a little excited (I get a little excited) Baby, when I think about you Yeah, when I think about you, babe

We walked in the rain A couple blocks to your apartment You told me to come inside Caught me staring in your eyes And I'm not usually like this But I like what you're doing to me Ah, what you're doing to meI get a little bit nervous (I get a little bit nervous) Around you

Get a little bit stressed out (I get a little bit stressed out) When I think about you Get a little excited (I get a little excited) Baby, when I think about you Yeah, when I think about you, babe (oh yeah)Talk a little too much (I talk a little too much, yeah) Around you

Get a little self-conscious (I get a little self-conscious) When I think about you Get a little excited (I get a little excited) Baby, when I think about you Yeah, when I think about you, babe

You got me acting like I've never done this before I promise I'll be ready when I walk through the door And I don't know why No, I don't know why Yeah yeahI get a little bit nervous (I get a little bit nervous) Around you

Get a little self-conscious (I get a little self-conscious) When I think about you (I get a little self-conscious) Get a little excited (I get a little excited) Baby, when I think about you Yeah, when I think about you, babe

I grinned and laughed through the whole performance, returning all of Shawn’s shy smiles. I was filled with glee and was easily the one who clapped the loudest when the song was over. Shawn quickly announced that that was his last song and bid everyone a ‘Goodnight’. As soon as the other customers were gone, I jumped from my chair and wrapped my arms around Shawn’s neck. He wrapped his around my waist and pulled me even tighter against himself. “Did you like it?” He smiled shyly and I grinned from ear to ear. “I loved it.” I raised onto the tip of my toes and pressed a short kiss to his lips, before I pulled back again. But Shawn was having none of that. Before I could completely pull away, he was already leaning down, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. I laughed into the kiss and pulled away when I finally needed air. I was smiling at him but flinched when there was a sudden flash. I looked out of the window to find the source and saw some of the girls from earlier. They were screaming and pointing at the pair. Shawn just laughed and pulled me into another kiss, making more flashes go off. “Why the fuck are they taking photos of us?” Shawn raised an eyebrow and looked at Tony. “You didn’t tell her?” Tony shook her head, grinning. “It’s not my fault she’s living in a bookstore.” Shawn chuckle and turned back to me. “Told me what?” “Well…there is this possibility that I’m a worldwide known singer.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked up at the man in front of him. That couldn’t be. Or could it? A lot of things would make sense…for example the squealing girls the night I first saw him… I raised an eyebrow at Shawn, but he just shrugged. “If that’s the case…let’s give those girls some more paparazzi material.” I pulled him into another kiss and flashes went off again, but I still smiled into the kiss.

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“Thank you Berlin! You’ve been amazing!” Shawn waved one more time at the screaming and cheering crowd, before he jogged off the stage. About thirty people immediately surrounded him, but he fought his way through them and to me, pulling me into a bone crashing hug. “How was I?” He was beaming at me, sweat covering his face and panting, but I just smiled. “Amazing.” He grinned and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, before he turned to his manager, who winked at me before he turned back to Shawn and explained something about the tour to him. I quickly disappeared into Shawn’s room, where he could change and relax a bit, and sat down on the couch waiting for him. I was browsing through Instagram, smiling whenever something from Shawn’s account popped up, until he finally entered the room. “Hi there.” I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him. He did the same and we just stood there for a few minutes. Then I pulled away. “I have something for you.” He raised an eyebrow but smiled at me in his cute and shy way. I walked to my bag and pulled two things out, quickly hiding them behind my back. “Which one do you want?” He chuckled. “Seriously babe?” I nodded, serious as ever. He thought for a second until he pointed to my right arm. I slowly brought my right hand to the front of my body and showed him what was hidden (more or less) in it. Shawn frowned when he saw the tiny shoe, before he realized. “No.” I was biting my lower lip and nodding, while a gigantic smile appeared on his face. I then quickly pulled my left hand to the front and showed him the positive pregnancy test. “We’re going to have a baby.” His voice was so quiet, I barely heard him, but he had a giant grin on his face. He picked me up and spun me around, almost knocking the flowers off his table. When he sat me down, he pulled me into a tight hug. “We are going to have a baby.” He breathed again, before he pulled back abruptly. I could see in his eyes that he had an idea. I was already frowning, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room and back to the side of the stage. There were still tons of people, but they just jumped aside when Shawn and I ran past them. He pulled me right back onto the stage and we were immediately surrounded by screams again. One of the cameras that was still turned on found us and we could be seen on the giant screen next to the stage. Confused, one of the workers handed Shawn a microphone and before I could register what he was about to do, he was yelling three words. “WE ARE PREGNANT!” I chuckled at him and he handed the microphone back to the worker. All around us, the fans were screaming and cheering, congratulating us on the good news. Shawn pulled me into a breath taking kiss and when he pulled back again he was grinning from ear to ear. I’d never seen him look so happy. Except maybe, when I said ‘Yes’ when he proposed to me. But that, is a different story.

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dreadhaus-literature · 5 years ago

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{Collection} Countdown to Christmas

Here to wish a very Merry Christmas to my favorite person in the world. ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

It’s still the most wonderful time of the year! 🎄✨

1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

Little Walter Sullivan paused, turning to look over his shoulder at Mommi Monica before a smile split his cherubic features. He’d been caught red-handed, the berry twig still in his fingers. Monica put her hands on her hips, pretending to give him a scolding look--one that had him giggling.

“Now what’s with all this mistletoe? Could it be...” Monica moved closer to the little boy perched on top of the couch, sweeping him up in her arms to pepper his face with kisses. “...that you want lots of kisses from Mommi?”

Little Walter’s squeals of excitement filled the room as he clung around Monica’s neck, leaning into each kiss to soak up like rays of sunlight.

“Mer’y Chrismas Mommi!” Little Walter’s speech wasn’t perfect, but his message was--full of love and adoration for his Mommi Dearest, who rewarded him with another kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Little Walter.”

2. “Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

Monica tried and failed to suppress her giggle at the faux impatient tone. The asker, Rosinante--known much more affectionately to her as Cora, was standing in the doorway, hands on his hips, bent down to clear the mistletoe poised at the top of the frame. His long, heart-adorned hat tassels hung like temptations below his painted, smiling face and Monica moved away from the Christmas cookie-covered counter, laughing.

“You see, I was told it’s tradition to kiss under the mistletoe,” Cora encouraged, bending even further to ensure his towering height wasn’t a problem for the apple of his eye. “But my lips have yet to be kissed.”

“Did you ask Law?” Monica teased, which earned her a laugh.

“Law comes later, you’re always first.” Cora pursed his painted lips as if to demonstrate and drive his point home.

Monica stood up on her tip-toes to deliver Cora’s Christmas kiss, which ended in a squeal as he scooped her up, straightening to his towering height with her in his arms--still giving her kiss after kiss, unable to stop himself.

“WHO THE FUCK STOLE THE KISSING PLANT THING OUT OF MY DOORWAY?!”

Doflamingo’s shouts from the hallway were promptly ignored by Cora and his heart, mostly because he went the opposite direction of them immediately.

3. “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Augustus Cole grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to Monica’s mouth. His dark skin was cold to the touch, causing Monica to laugh softly as he pressed closer as if seeking her warmth.

“Thanks babygirl, it’s cold as fuck outside.”

Monica reached up, cupping Cole’s face in her hands, giving his cheeks a few affectionate rubs to bring some heat back into them.

“Poor thing! Let me get you all warmed up again.”

Cole grinned, holding the mug of cocoa in one large hand as if it were the Holy Grail itself--and since Monica made it for him, it might as well have been.

Damon Baird rolled his eyes from his spot behind Monica, thoroughly sick of Cole mooching affection off Monica by complaining about a situation he put himself in. “If it’s so cold, why do you always insist on goin’ out and building those dumbass snowmen?”

Cole was spared from answering about his yearly tradition when a pounding on the window caught the attention of the trio. Dot was standing on the other side still bundled up in the snow--and she fogged up the glass with her breath before writing, very clearly and with much conviction--

SHUT UP MEG.

4. “You look even more beautiful in the snow.”

“I mean,” Peter Parker stammered, cutting himself off with a laugh. “I didn’t think it was possible for you, you’re so beautiful anyway but...”

He paused, turning to face Monica again. The lights from the bridge below caught at the snowflakes in her gorgeous wealth of hair, and though she couldn’t blush, the cold kissed rose on her skin anyway, lending her a glowing, ethereal hue to her already porcelain skin. She really did take his breath away, but under the moon on Christmas Eve, standing with him atop a bridge, thwipped up here just to show her something not everyone could...Peter might be willing to make the argument she’d never looked more beautiful.

“S-Shut up, Peter,” Monica laughed herself, shaking her head and moved to turn away--but Peter wouldn’t let her. He easily caught her face in his hands, pulling her gently up onto her toes so he could press a kiss to her sweet, beckoning mouth.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Parker,” he breathed, his own heart racing at the words spoken from his lips to hers. “I love you.”

5. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”

Monica paused, for a moment or two stunned speechless by the response.

Milano Dastarden didn’t often break expression, but there was amusement dancing in the darkness of his fathomless eyes. “You’re surprised because typically, that line is coming from you. Not being said to you.”

“...I shouldn’t be surprised you’re pinning me to the wall like Dottie does.” Monica narrowed her eyes playfully at the old vampire, who perked a brow at her in return.

“Were I to pin you to the wall, littlest one, it would not be with words.”

Ever grateful she couldn’t blush, Monica cleared her throat and thrust the wrapped gift toward Milano.

“P-Please,” she shook her head and gave the present an enticing wiggle. “Merry Christmas.”

Milano didn’t rise nor did he move from his high-backed chair. Instead, his dark eyes flicked to his lap.

“Bring it to me.”

The tone, typically imperious and demanding, was not with her. It was imploring, beckoning, and though Monica’s legs were nervous she did as he bade. Taking the seat upon his offered lap, once again she found herself dwarfed by the shadow of the Vampire. Her kin in every way.

Milano wrapped long fingers around the present, his other arm sweeping around the prize in his lap to hold her close.

“Regardless of what I find inside this wrapping paper,” Milano’s voice was deep, ever-thoughtful. “It is your heart that I will covet as a gift above all else. Never forget that, little sister.”

Monica didn’t think she ever would.

6. “Go on, open it.”

“Geez, Tony, don’t pop out of your can.” Carol Danvers teased, leaning against Tony’s bar, the billionaire shooting her a look.

“What? I’m excited, she’s going to love it.”

Carol rolled her eyes, a good-natured grin on her face, but she nodded her blonde head toward the box in front of Monica’s stool. “What do you think’s in there, angelface, one of Tony’s old helmets? His ego keeps growing so his head’s too big to fit in it anymore.”

Tony Stark pursed his lips, his trademark goatee adding a little extra sass to the expression. “You know, Carebear, you don’t have to be in here for this.”

“Oh I definitely do because what I got her will definitely be better than what you did.” Carol took a swig of her beer. “So I’ll shut up and let her open it now.”

Tony slowly dragged his eyes from his long-time friend to soften as they fell upon the love of his life, little Monica, seated so prettily upon his bar stool, her two-foot tall wrapped box a little to the side in front of her. “Go ahead, babygirl. Merry Christmas.”

“T-Thank you Daddy!” Monica reached for the lid, excitement making her tummy flip but she’d barely began to lift the lid when it popped open and one of the Iron Man robots she’d cooed over was peeking out at her, his emoticon screen reading :D before she could even fully register what she was seeing. Once she did, she felt that familiar pinch in her chest, cute aggression running rampant as the round-bodied little robot clamored it’s way out of his box to run up to her and hug her, calling her “Mama!” immediately.

Monica felt her eyes fill with tears as she squeezed the red and gold toddler-sized bot with all her might, and Tony turned a smug expression to Carol.

“Top that, Spaceface.”

Carol didn’t seem fazed, taking another drink from her beer as she pushed off the bar to go get her present for their little girl. “If you insist. I was gonna let you bask in this for a bit longer, but have it your way.”

“...It’s Christmas, Carol.”

“Merry Christmas, Tony!”

7. “Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?”

Jedidiah “Bubba” Sawyer tilted his head, brown curls like a halo around his head as he regarded the beautiful, gilded star in Momma Monica’s little hands. His own fingers, long and thick, twisted in his sugar and flour splattered apron (as he just finished putting another batch of Christmas cookies in the oven!) because he didn’t think he should touch something so pretty! That was...the same way he felt about Momma, too.

Thomas “Tommy” Hewitt was nearby, putting sparkly baubles on the tree, and he grunted an encouragement to Bubba to take the star--or he was going to, because he liked Momma’s attention just as much as Bubba did.

Bubba babbled something incoherent to Monica but Tommy knew what it meant--

‘I’m goin’, I’m goin’! Don’t rush me, this is important!’

Shaking fingers, usually so sure of themselves with bloodier, gorier tasks, reached for the star and Monica handed it to Bubba with a smile--one that turned his heart to goo in his chest, making his broad shoulders turn in as he tried not to shy away. Her smile was brighter than the star in his hands!

Bubba turned toward the tree, more than tall enough to reach it...but he paused, looking down at the star then turning back to his Momma.

“What’s...What’s wrong?” Monica felt herself panicking a little, worried she wouldn’t be able to understand Bubba if something was wrong.

But to her surprise, Bubba bent down, scooping her up to sit on his broad shoulder. Once she was settled, he handed her the star and pointed toward the tree, babbling like a toddler would--only with a voice that sounded as though it were coming from a furnace, deep and rumbling and warm.

Monica understood all the same, gingerly placing the star on the top of the tree with Bubba’s heightened help.

“How’s that?” Monica asked, and even behind Bubba’s mask, she could see flashes of teeth and scarred bone--he was smiling.

8. “Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Cavon Dreadful didn’t even pause, his whisky bottle up-ended over the bowl of eggnog, his grin all wolf teeth.

“Had to, babydoll, Pops threw out my last batch.”

“He’s going to throw you out if you ruin another batch of eggnog.” Monica made no move to try and stop Cavon, though--she never did.

“I ain’t ruin that one, aight, those were his words and besides, there’s other bowls of this stuff around,” Cavon finished his “special batch” by finishing the bottle, reaching out to snag his lifemate around her petite waist and dragging her into his side--firmly making her an accomplice to his “crimes”. “We’ll just say this batch is for Ewan an’ me, no one else has to drink it.”

“Is that the best excuse you have?” Monica couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re not used to having to explain yourself, yet, are you?”

“No the fuck I’m not,” Cavon admitted effortlessly, leaning down to rub noses with her. “But that’s why I got you, babydoll, you distract Pops for me just fine.”

“You’re literally throwing me to the wolves.”

“Naaaah,” Cavon scooped her up, carrying her to go find his Father to do said distraction. “That’s what Dot did when she introduced ya to us. I’m just feeding ya to a Lion.”

“...How is that any better?”

Cavon paused, before thoughtfully replying, “You like when he eats ya? I hear ya screamin’ all the way out in Ewan’s shed--”

“I’m telling Poppy what you did.”

“...But it’s Christmas, baby.”

9. “Ho ho ho, you idiot.”

“Nope, no, you’re still being mean.”

Namor McKenzie sighed from his position, wearing a Santa hat, looking entirely unamused and somewhat annoyed, while Arthur Curry, wearing over-sized elf ears, was trying to get the Sub-Mariner to be ‘jolly’. It was not going well.

“I don’t see why we’re doing this--”

“Because Monica will like it if we get a picture dressed up like this!” Arthur exclaimed as if that were the answer to all of life’s questions--ask anyone in the Haus and it really was.

“Then why am I Santa and you’re the elf?” Namor flicked the fluffy bauble tip of the hat out of his face, his long dark hair framing heavily displeased features. “Monica does not even like Santa.”

“...Well that’s true.”

“And she likes elves,” Namor gave Arthur a pointed look. “So I ask again, why are you the elf and I am the fat man she does not even like?”

Arthur could answer that question but Namor was known for throwing fits and Arthur really wanted this Christmas picture present to go over well.

“What if you’re the one to get her to like Santa?” Arthur asked, heavily muscled arms out enticingly. “Think about it, what if you’re the exception to her dislike of Santa, rule?”

Namor paused, looking thoughtful. “...That would put me ahead of everyone else...”

“Yes it would.” Arthur scooped up his smart phone, bringing it over. “So, picture!”

Later, Monica would receive a framed picture of Namor as Santa and Arthur as his Christmas Elf--and it would be the first picture on record of Namor actually smiling and looking jolly, all for the Christmas Angel in their lives.

10. Make a wish.

For the Haus, it was simple. A Christmas wish may not be tradition for other Families but this was no ordinary Family; this was a Family that had survived it’s fair share of struggles and hardships, it’s fair share of bad weather and worse storms but come through to the sunshine and rainbows on the other side. This was a Family who supported one another, who loved and lost together, who faced each new day one foot in front of the other, together.

All of this was done to make a safe, happy, loving home for the woman they loved more than anything else. Monica would never have to wonder what next Christmas would bring because the Family had proven, time and time again, it would always be here. Through thick and thin, sickness and health, life and death, forever meant forever when said in the halls of the Haus.

For her, every, “I love you,” “I’m here for you,” “I need you,” every word said was meant.

And so when the clock struck midnight and Christmas officially came, the Haus wish was a unanimous one, and the same wish uttered in the halls every single year.

“May this year be the same as the last.”

Because Christmas isn’t Christmas without Monica at it’s heart.

Merry Christmas Monica, we love you!

#{collection} : once a week #{theme} : for monica

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cristinablackthornkingson · 6 years ago

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Shadowhunter’s Short Story #29 part 2.

The year was 2018 and The Blackthorns had just celebrated the second birthday of Helen and Aline’s daughter Eleanor Livia Blackthorn. Little Eleanor brought so much joy to all those around her, she adored all her aunts and uncles and was the happiest little girl on earth. She was sweet and protective like her mama, Helen and stubborn and fierce like her mommy, Aline. She loved painting with her Uncle Jules and listening to music with her Uncle Ty. Most of all she loved being with her Uncle Mark, Uncle Kieran and her Aunty Cristina, she was particularly close with these three. Anytime Kieran came to LA to visit, Eleanor would hang off him and never want to let him go, and Kieran never wanted to let go of her, she was the sweetest little thing he had ever met and she brought him so much joy and happiness. He had promised Helen and Aline that he would ensure their daughter always had protection from The Unseelie Court and that while he held the throne, she would always be a friend of Faerie.

Just before Eleanor turned two, Helen and Aline decided to add to their family, and decided to try and adopt again, they had originally planned to adopt the first time around but it never worked out, but that had been a blessing in disguise, as if it had of worked out, they wouldn’t have their sweet Eleanor. Today a social worker from The Clave was set to come do a home visit for Helen and Aline, as part of the adoption process. They were very nervous but knew they had no reason to be, The Institute was spotless, the weapons room was always locked so Eleanor couldn’t get into it, there was nothing to fault about their home. While the home visit takes place, Eleanor will be with her Uncle Mark, who happily agreed to look after her for as long as Helen and Aline need. He loves spending time with his niece, it's one of his favorite things to do.

Currently, Helen and Aline are waiting on the social worker to arrive, they are due to arrive at any minute. In her nervous state, Aline decides to double check some of the rooms in The Institute, to ensure they are clean.

Before she even steps foot into the living room, she can hear her daughter’s giggles and squeals of delight. When she walks in, she sees Mark tossing Eleanor up into the air and catching her again, while Eleanor laughs her head off.

“Do try not to drop my child, won’t you Mark?” Aline says in a teasing tone, leaning against the door and smiling at her brother-in-law, who grins back at her.

“Don’t worry dearest Aline, I am an expert at this! I use to do it with Tavvy all the time when he was Eleanor’s age.” Mark says in a joyful tone, as Eleanor wraps her arms around his neck and cuddles into him.

“Hi mommy!” Eleanor exclaims, beaming at her mother.

“Hi my baby, having fun with your Uncle?” Aline lightly asks, walking over and placing a kiss on her daughter’s cheek.

“Uh hu, he fun!” She exclaims, snuggling into her uncle.

“Well you just make sure he doesn’t get up to any trouble won’t you?” Aline says in an amused tone. Eleanor giggles and says

“Promise mommy!”

“That’s my girl, thanks for looking after her Mark.” Aline says, brushing Eleanor’s hair back.

“My pleasure, I have lots planned for us, shall we go see Aunty Cristina later, Ellie?” Mark asks in a tone of excitement. Cristina was helping Emma and Julian settle into the house they had just bought, and would be over there all day. Kieran would be coming to visit Emma and Julian today too, before he, Cristina and Mark headed to their cottage for a few days.

Eleanor nods enthusiastically, delighted at the idea of seeing her Aunty Cristina, who she thought gave the best hugs, almost as good as her moms!

“I better go, I’ll see you two later.” Aline says, placing one last kiss on Eleanor’s cheek before making her way back to the kitchen, where Helen was doing some last minute tidying.

Thankfully, all goes well with the home visit and Helen and Aline are one step closer to adopting.

A few weeks go by without any contact from the social worker, until one day while Helen is trying to get Eleanor dressed and Aline is making breakfast, they receive a fire message from their social worker, telling them of a little Shadowhunter boy who had been placed for adoption, he is only 2 weeks old and needs a home as soon as possible. Both Helen and Aline know in an instant that this little boy would be their son, and was always meant to be. When they write back agreeing to adopt the baby, they are told they will have to travel to London to pick him up, as he is currently being fostered by the head of The London Institute.

Immediately they begin to organize everything, where they will stay, who will look after Eleanor, etc.

Upon hearing that Helen and Aline will be travelling to England to adopt a little boy, Tessa and Jem immediately offer them their spare room so they needn’t pay for a hotel and Tessa can create a portal for them to and from London. Helen and Aline are extremely grateful for the offer and accept it. Mark and Cristina volunteer to look after Eleanor, which Helen and Aline are also very grateful for. (Kieran will be in the Unseelie Courts while they are away but will certainly try and come visit Eleanor and the new baby as soon as possible.) Eleanor was so excited to be a big sister and was always asking her Aunty Dru and Aunty Emma for advice on being a good big sister, she couldn’t wait to meet her brother.

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Helen and Aline were due to pick up their son tomorrow morning at 10:00 a.m. They decided to stay in England tonight so they didn’t have to worry about time difference and such. Jem and Tessa had made them feel very welcome, and their daughter Cordelia simply adored Helen and Aline. Cordelia was now a big sister herself, just a few weeks ago Tessa had given birth to another beautiful baby girl who they named Charlotte Elizabeth Carstairs. Helen and Aline were also glad to see Kit, he and Ty were hardly ever at the Institute when Kit came to LA to visit, and more often than not Ty came to Devon to visit Kit, so Helen and Aline hardly ever saw Kit anymore.

Currently, it was 2:00 a.m. and neither Helen or Aline could sleep due to excitement and nerves about meeting their son tomorrow and getting to bring him home. They could hear little Charlotte crying, and had been able to hear her for the past hour. They heard Tessa or Jem come out of their room with Charlotte and go into the sitting room to try and soothe the baby, and presumably to try and let their other half sleep.

“We’re not going to get to sleep anytime soon, maybe we should offer to look after baby Charlotte for a while, so Jem and Tessa can get a proper rest?” Helen suggests to Aline. She was use to getting up through the night to check on Eleanor, who had only just begun sleeping through the night. For most of her life, since she could walk and talk, Eleanor had been getting up in the middle of the night wanting to play, sometimes Helen and Aline were up with her at 3:00 a.m. and didn’t get to go back to sleep until someone else woke up and offered to look after Eleanor for a few hours.

“Good idea, it’s the least we can do when they’ve been so generous to us by letting us stay here.” Aline says.

They get out of bed and walk into the living room, where a frazzled Tessa is frantically pacing the floor, patting Charlotte’s back and quietly singing to her, but little Charlotte was still crying her heart out.

“Oh Charlotte please stop crying.” Tessa quietly begs, holding back tears of frustration. This little girl was the fussiest baby she had ever met, she was beginning to worry perhaps something was wrong with her, though Brother Enoch had examined her at birth and told them she was in perfect health.

“Tessa, would you like us to look after her for a while, and you can go get some sleep? We don’t mind, we can’t sleep anyway and we’re use to being up with Eleanor at all hours.” Helen softly offers, her heart going out to Tessa. She knew how upsetting and frustrating it was when your baby wouldn’t stop crying for no apparent reason, there had been nights like that for her and Aline with Eleanor, and they had been so grateful when Emma had come in and offered to look after Eleanor for a while.

“Oh no I can’t ask you to do that, you’re our guests, I’m sure I’ll get her settled soon.” Tessa says, though she doesn’t sound very hopeful.

“We don’t mind, honestly, please let us help, we want to.” Aline says.

“Are you sure?” Tessa wearily asks.

“Positive.” Helen says.

“Alright, but please come and get me or Jem if you change your mind or she becomes too much.” Tessa says, passing the baby to Helen, who expertly cradles her to her chest.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got it under control, you go back to sleep, once we get Charlotte settled we’ll take her in.” Aline gently says.

“Okay, thank you so much.” Tessa says in a grateful tone, making her way back to the bedroom.

“What do you suppose is wrong with her?” Aline asks, making her way back to Helen’s side and softly brushing her hand over little Charlotte’s hair.

“I’m not sure, perhaps wind?” Helen suggests.

“Could be, give her here, I’m good at winding babies!” Aline says in a proud tone, holding her arms out for the baby. After only about 10 minutes of being patted firmly on the back, Charlotte lets out an almighty burp and instantly calms, snuggling into Aline.

“Oh my goodness that was a big one!” Aline coos to the baby, remembering when Eleanor had done the exact same thing and she and Helen, exhausted and overjoyed as new parents, had laughed themselves silly over it.

“I bet that feels better, doesn’t it sweetheart?” Helen coos, stroking the baby’s cheek as she gazes up at her in wonder.

A few minutes later they hear the door to Jem and Tessa’s room squeak open and Jem steps out into the living room.

“Has she stopped crying?” He asks in an incredulous tone. He and Tessa had been trying to settle their daughter all night, they had fed her, changed her, winded her, Tessa had read to her and sang to her and told her stories, Jem and rocked her, bounced her, walked all around the house with her, played his violin for her, spoke to her in Mandarin as he had when Tessa was pregnant with her, but nothing calmed her, he thought she would never stop crying.

“Yeah, she had some pretty bad wind, but I managed to get it up.” Aline tells him, softly rubbing circles on Charlotte’s back.

“Thank you both so much, I thought she would never stop crying.” Jem says, walking over and carefully taking his daughter into his arms.

“It was no problem at all, she’s a little sweetheart.” Helen softly says.

“She and her sister are my pride and joy, I couldn’t possibly love them more.” Jem softly says, gazing lovingly down at his baby daughter, fast asleep in his arms.

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It was currently 9:55 a.m. the next day and Helen and Aline had just arrived at the London Institute to meet their son and take him home.

They were currently being lead up the stairs to the room where their son is, by The Head of The Institute, Katherine Highsmith, a relative of the last Head of The Institute, Evelyn Highsmith.

“I’ll give you two some privacy with him, when you’re ready to take him home, just let me know, I’ll be right outside.” Katherine softly says. She would be sad to see this sweet little boy she had fostered go, but she was glad he had parents now and was being taken to a safe, loving home.

Helen and Aline approach the crib and see their son for the first time. He is tiny, dressed in a white onsie. His skin is dark, his little curls a chocolate brown color, and as his little eyes flutter open, they see he has the most beautiful green eyes they had ever seen.

“Oh, hello baby, hello Andrew.” Helen softly says in a tearful tone, bending to gather her son into her arms. She and Aline had agreed that they would use the name they would have given Eleanor had she been a boy, Andrew Patrick Blackthorn-Pennhallow, after both his grandfathers.

Helen holds her son close to her chest, tears of joy welling in her eyes.

“He’s so perfect.” Aline softly says, putting one arm around her wife and gently stroking her son’s dark curls, with the other. Her heart swelled with love for her little boy just as it had when Eleanor was born.

“He really is, oh I can’t wait to take him home and see him and Eleanor together, she’s going to be so wonderful with him.” Helen says in a wistful tone, she could just picture her sweet daughter now, cuddled up on the sofa with her little brother in her arms, planting kisses all over his face, proudly showing him off to all her aunts and uncles, she was going to be such a wonderful big sister.

“She certainly is, if we go home now I’m sure Eleanor and Mark will be home for the evening, it’s about 5 O’clock back home so Eleanor is probably having her dinner.” Aline says, glancing at her watch. She and Helen had only brought a few things with them to England, all of which fit into two backpacks, which they had taken with them from Devon to London, in case they decided to stay in London for a while or portal straight home.

“Yes lets go home and introduce Andrew to his family.”

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Helen, Aline and baby Andrew are now back in LA, standing in the foyer of The Institute, which was empty, apart from them.

“Come on, lets go see if Eleanor and Mark are in the kitchen.” Aline says.

When they arrive in the kitchen, not only are Mark and Eleanor there but Kieran and Cristina too. Eleanor is sitting in Kieran’s lap at the kitchen table, screeching in delight as he changes his hair color, while Cristina and Mark bustle around the kitchen, obviously preparing dinner.

Kieran is the first to catch a glimpse of his sisters-in-law and smiles widely at them before turning back to Eleanor.

“Look who’s here Ellie.” He says in a joyful tone, nodding toward the entrance to the kitchen. Eleanor’s eyes light up in delight when she sees her moms.

“Mama! Mommy!” Eleanor squeals, jumping off Kieran’s lap and running to her mothers and launching herself straight into Aline’s arms.

“Hi my baby, I missed you.” Aline softly says, kissing her daughter on the check and enjoying the familiar feel of her in her arms, Eleanor’s small arms wound around the back of her neck, her head resting against her temple, her blonde curls falling into Aline’s eyes.

“Miss you too! Mama... that my brother?” Eleanor asks in a tone of awe, as she catches sight of the bundle of blankets in Helen’s arms.

“Yes it is baby, do you want to say hi to him?” She softly asks. Eleanor nods enthusiastically.

“Why don’t you sit down first and you can hold him if you like?” Aline gently says.

“Okay!” Eleanor exclaims, darting across the room and scrambling onto a chair beside Kieran, who helps her get up onto the chair by pulling her up by the hand.

“Thank you Uncle Kieran!” Eleanor exclaims, leaning in to place a slobbery kiss on his cheek. Kieran chuckles and says

“You’re very welcome Ellie.” Despite it being an obvious nickname, only Kieran, Mark and Cristina called Eleanor Ellie, everyone else pretty much called her by her full name or some other variation of Eleanor. Emma calls her ‘Elle’, Jules calls her ‘Nel’ or ‘Nellie’, Dru calls her ‘Lena’, Tavvy calls her ‘Elle’ too and Ty and Kit call her ‘Nori’, poor Andrew would probably have just as many nicknames as his big sister.

“I ready hold him now mama!” Eleanor says, holding her arms out to receive her brother.

“You have to make sure to support his head okay? He can’t hold it up by himself just yet.” Helen gently says, as she lowers Andrew into his sister’s arms.

“I be careful, promise!” Eleanor says.

“Good girl.” Helen softly says, taking a clip from her pocket and clipping Eleanor’s hair back so it doesn’t dangle down into Andrew’s face.

“What do you think Eleanor, do you love him?” Aline softly asks, crouching beside her daughter.

“Uh hu, lots and lots! I keep him safe.” Eleanor softly says, bending to kiss Andrew’s forehead. “He really cute!” She then adds.

“Just like his big sister!” Aline says, leaning in to kiss Eleanor’s cheek.

Eleanor turns to Kieran and proudly says

“Look Uncle Kieran, I big sister now!”

“So I see Ellie, you will be a wonderful big sister, just like your mama is to your Uncle Mark and the rest of your aunts and uncles.” Kieran softly says.

“What are you going to call him?” Mark softly asks, resting his chin on Kieran’s shoulder and gazing at his niece and nephew.

“Andrew, Andrew Patrick Blackthorn-Pennhallow, after dad and Aline’s dad.” Helen softly says.

“Ugh now Cristina, Kieran and I have to come up with a new boy's name too! You stole both our baby names, we were gonna name our kids Eleanor and Andrew.” Mark says in an amused tone, grinning up at his sister.

“Are you pregnant Cristina?” Helen asks, looking at her sister-in-law.

“Not yet, but we are trying and Mark has had our kids names picked out since we got together, I don’t think Kieran and I will get a say in what we name them.” Cristina says in an amused tone.

“I did have names picked out until Helen stole them!” Mark says.

“I had kids first, and Aline and I were always going to call our kids Eleanor and Andrew, too, you never told me you wanted to name your kids after mom and dad.” Helen says.

“Ellie, how would you feel about changing your name? We could call you by your middle name, would you like to be Livia?” Mark asks in a teasing tone.

“Nu uh! That Aunty Livvy’s name, I Eleanor!” She firmly says. Eleanor knew all about her Aunty Livvy whom she never got to meet, she heard the most stories from her Uncle Ty, she wished she could have met her Aunty Livvy, and held out hope that maybe one day she would get to meet her ghost.

“Don’t listen to your silly Uncle Mark, Ellie, you can help us pick out a name when we have a baby.” Cristina softly says.

“You got baby in your tummy?” Eleanor curiously asks.

“No sweetheart, not yet, but hopefully soon.” Cristina gently says.

“Then I big sister and big cousin!” Eleanor exclaims in delight.

“Yes you would, would you like that?” Cristina asks.

“Uh hu! Love babies!” Eleanor says, turning her attention back to her baby brother. “Love you Andrew.” She softly says, letting him grip onto her finger.

Andrew hadn’t been home a full day when he had been given his first nickname. When Dru learned his name was Andrew she instantly insisted on nicknaming him Drew, claiming it would be absolutely adorable for him to share a name with his aunty, and Helen and Aline had to admit, it was rather sweet.

That night, since they had missed Eleanor so much while they were in England, Helen and Aline decide to let her sleep in their bed with them, while Andrew slept in his bassinet beside the bed.

The little family of four fell asleep that night, together as a family for the first time.

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Revenge is a Dish Best Served... Hot? (m)

When your roommate keeps you up late at night with her noisy rendezvous with male overnight guests, you and Seokjin team up to plot your revenge... How? With a taste of her own medicine, of course.

Dedicated to my roommate :”) ily, but please let me sleep....

Warning: Seokjin smut

Word Count: 17,051

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Your heart stops in your chest when you walk in through the door of your apartment after a long day at lab—to find your roommate snuggling with a strange man you’ve never seen before on the couch. They look up at the sight of you and casually hold up their hands in greeting, but your roommate doesn’t even bother to move from where she’s practically lying in the stranger’s lap.

“You’re back from lab late,” Lei calls out to you.

You cautiously set your bag on the counter and think through your words before responding, “Yes… and I have to wake up tomorrow at six in the morning to set up an experiment.”

“Aw, you poor thing,” she offhandedly comments before turning back to her new male companion.

You remain standing in the foyer for a few moments, staring at the way she snuggles back into his embrace without a second thought. But neither of them notice your heated glare, and you have no choice but to moodily march into your bedroom… the one located directly next to the living room in which they currently occupy… with the very couch they sit on pressed against the wall of your room, your bed mere concrete inches from their canoodling… Luckily they aren’t having sex this time.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Normally, you are completely cool with your roommate having visitors over. Boyfriends, dates, one-night stands, whatever. You’ve had your fair share of hookups in the past, and it’s not your right to judge… when these hookups take place in the privacy of one’s own bedroom, that is. But your roommate has this strange preference for canoodling in your shared spaces…

And with only a thin wall to separate you from them, you can hear them as clearly as if they were standing right before you. You groan as you hastily change for bed and dive for your earplugs. But of course, it’s useless. You can still hear the high-pitched squeal of your roommate’s giggles through the spongey material. And with each passing second, the anger in the pit of your stomach heats until it reaches its boiling point.

Jin!!! You angrily text your best friend, in lieu of stomping out in the living room and giving the inconsiderate couple a piece of your mind like you’d really like to, She’s doing it again!!!!

Like always, it only takes him a minute to respond, Lei?

Yah. Who else? Ugh, im going fucking crazy!!!

What guy is it this time? The one who grunts like a pig during sex or the one who asked to borrow a pair of your socks?

Neither! It’s a new guy :(

Just tell them to shut the fuck up.

Akljslkfjsdkflsk

Srsly, ___. Just do it.

>.< ur no help! Forget it.

Want me to come over and do it for u?

N.O. trust me, Jin, that’s the last thing id ever want.

Y? bc u cant stand to see me saving ur ass again?

No, bc ud only make things worse w/ that scary face of yours.

Not my fault ur blind and cant appreciate beauty.

U look like a mean alpaca

Wut??? Y u lyin? Bitch, im beautiful and u know it!

Whatever. ur no help. Now ill just suffer through the rest of the night listening to their gross scream laughing.

Wanna sleep over instead?

Nah, u live super far away. Just forget it. Maybe I can try to shove two pairs of earplugs in D:

U need 2 just grow a pair and deal with this problem instead of avoiding it.

Asjdflklsdfk maybe one day…

Aite, coward. But don’t turn to me crying.

… why are we even friends again?

Bc no one else likes you.

Jin, r u saying u like me…?;)

No. I tolerate u. plz don’t go putting words in my mouth.

Ya ya whatever. love u too, baby <3

Istg if u call me that one more time…

Goodnight, baby 😘 😘 😘

…goodnight

You smile fondly at that last message. Why is Kim Seokjin such a tsundere? Pretending that he doesn’t care for you, when you know that he probably sees you as a little sister to him. But he’s not Jin if he’s not cold and aloof. Shaking your head in amusement, you place your phone down and lie down on the bed with a smile on your face.

You’re not sure what higher power allowed you to befriend someone like Kim Seokjin years ago in college, but you thank that unknown deity on a regular basis. You don’t know how you’d survive the stress of grad school without Jin’s snarky, dramatic, mostly unwarranted comments every day. Just thinking of your best friend is relaxing enough to put you to sleep and within minutes, you feel your exhausted mind drifting off… Until—

“HEHEHEHEHE, you’re so funny!”

Lei’s high-pitched giggling instantly slams you back into full consciousness. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling in defeat, before flopping over to muffle a scream in your pillow. Fuck your life…

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“What are you still doing?” Jin groans as he watches you type furiously at your kitchen table.

“Sorry, I just need a few more minutes,” you say as you hastily type another line of code.

“I thought you wanted to grab food!” he exclaims, “Why are you like this?”

“Shh,” you shush him, “Go stare at your reflection in the back of my laptop and shut up.”

Jin sighs dramatically, “I think it’s very irresponsible for a full grown adult woman like yourself to demand that someone drives her to lunch, only to stand them up.”

“Relax, I’m not standing you up,” you mumble as you hastily delete your line of code and reconsider it, “I just need another second to rerun these analyses… And no one told you to pick me up! I could’ve just taken the subway.”

“And get mugged again?” he snorts, “Like I’m going to let that happen. I can’t deal with that again.”

You shoot him a wry glare, “Not everyone can drive around in their fancy little cars, Mr. Rich Kid.”

“Psht. You’re the one who chose to be a broke ass grad student. Who would willingly want to be a student for another four years?!”

“Six years,” you quietly correct him.

“Six years?! Okay, that settles it. You’re officially insane.”

“At least I enjoy it! You’re the one who sold your soul to the corporate overlords and have to suffer through that boring financial… wait what do you do again?”

“How do you know nothing about me?! Investment—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Can you come take a look at my analyses?”

“Oh my god… I knew there was a reason you wanted me over,” Jin says with a good-natured sigh as he scoots over to peer at your laptop screen, “Your silly overeducated mind can’t handle a bit of math.”

You scowl at him as you show him the output of your analyses, “Just tell me if this is right or not…”

“What’s the magic word?” he chimes in a singsong voice.

“Sweet cheeks?” you offer.

He immediately scowls, “Forget it. Do your own damn analyses.”

“I didn’t mean that!” You exclaim, clinging onto his sleeve before he can walk away, “I’m sorry, dearest Jin! You are as rich in intelligence as you are in beauty! Please bless me with that sexy brain of yours!”

His lips twitch at your exaggerated words, but to your relief, he concedes, “Fine,” he sighs dramatically, “But only because you asked so nicely.”

You feel the urge to retort back, but you stifle it down in order to show him your output screen, “Please look this over and let me know where I fucked up…”

“What a noble man I am, helping you with the most basic math,” he’s as dramatic as always as he pulls your laptop towards him.

“Yes, my savior!” you pretend to swoon.

Jin actually cracks a smile at that, and opens his mouth to respond, but at that moment, two bodies come crashing in through the front door. Your gut twists in annoyance when you identify the intertwined bodies as Lei and her new man aggressively making out in the doorway.

At least they have the decency to briefly separate when they realize that there is company in the apartment, “Oh, hey guys,” Lei greets the two of you.

Both of you hesitantly wave back. Normally, she would spend longer chatting with the two of you (or flirting with Jin, more like), but this time, she is too engrossed with her new friend. As soon as she finishes greeting you, she reattaches her lips to her male companion’s, and they messily stumble onto the couch to make out more.

You stare at them with a disgusted look on your face, before you quickly catch yourself and politely clear your throat, “So, Jin, what do you think about my analyses?” He doesn’t respond, so you poke him after a second, “Jin?”

“Sorry, what?” he says, forcibly tearing himself from the stomach-turning spectacle, “I can’t concentrate when I’m literally on the verge of vomiting.”

You quickly shush him, horrified that your new guests on the couch might hear his offensive words, “Don’t be like this! It’s a beautiful and natural part of life!”

He ignores you, “Is this the shit you have to deal with on a daily basis?” Jin asks you in horror.

You wince, “Pretty much…”

“Damn… Ok, I’m gonna go beat them both up for you. This is unacceptable.”

“No!” you hurriedly grab his hand before he can follow through on his threat, “Come on, let’s just leave. Aren’t you hungry?”

“___, you seriously can’t keep running away from confrontation!”

“I know, but—ugh!” Frustrated, you shut your laptop and tighten your grip on his hand to forcibly drag him out of the apartment, “Lei, I’m leaving!” You call out before you step outside, but of course, she doesn’t even notice.

As soon as you shut the front door behind you, you whirl around in the hallway to face Jin, “I know that this is gross and really inconsiderate, but what can I do?”

“Just tell her to fucking stop,” he says, his solution as simple and blunt as always.

“I wish I could! But you know that her mother’s the landowner of this apartment complex. I’m paying barely half the rent of what a nice two-bedroom apartment like this downtown should go for! I can’t afford to piss her off!”

“That’s such bullshit,” Jin growls, “You can’t just let her get away with everything she wants because she can hold this over your head. Move out. Hell, if you need somewhere to stay, you can crash with me.”

“Ugh, it’s really not that simple. That’s not a permanent solution.”

“Neither is just letting her get away with this without any consequences for the rest of your life.”

“Yeah, I know… I just need to think of a better approach…”

“Fine. If you won’t talk to her, then get back at her.”

That makes you pause, “Wait… what?”

“Two can play that game,” he explains, “How is it fair that she can be so inconsiderate and rude fooling around with guys in your shared living space? So you should do it too. And she’d be a complete hypocrite if she found fault in it.”

“I…” you blink as you try to think it through, “Wait… that’s not such a bad idea, actually…”

“Of course it isn’t,” he says at once, “I’m a genius, after all.”

“No, you’re really stupid,” you absentmindedly inform him as you mull over his suggestion, “Wait… no, I think this actually could work, Jin! Wow, I just need to find a man to fool around with in front of her! This is exciting!” You exclaim, beaming at this point.

“Yes, exactly. Give her a taste of her own medicine. She probably lacks the basic empathy to understand how gross this is. So you need to let her know how it feels.”

“Ok,” you grin, “I think I will, thanks Jin! I’ll call Jung Hoseok tonight and ask if he wants to come over.”

“Wait—Jung Hoseok?” Jin asks with a wrinkle of his nose, “Are you really going to go down that route again?”

“Sure, why not? I mean, he’s the ultimate fuckboi, and I would never date him, but that’s not what I want from him tonight, now is it? And I think Hobi would always be down for a hookup with no strings attached.”

Still, Jin clicks his tongue in disapproval, “That seems excessive and rather dangerous for this ploy, ___.”

“Dangerous?” You repeat in surprise, “How so?”

But he only ignores you, “Why do you actually have to hook up with someone for real? Why can’t you just fake it?”

Your brow furrows in confusion, “Fake it? How would I fake it on my own? Do you want me to pretend to masturbate or something, you pervert?!”

He cringes at the very thought, “No way, you nasty. I was just saying that I’ll help you act it out in front of her.”

“You? Really? Why would you do something like that?” you ask, shocked by the very thought.

He shrugs, “Why not? It’ll be fun. You know I’d love nothing more than to get back at that gross, overly touchy roommate of yours.”

You pull a face of sympathy when you remember all the unwarranted flirting and excessive skinship Lei had subjected Jin to over the years you’ve lived with her. “But she knows we’re friends. She’ll never believe that we’re hooking up.”

“Why not? I’m hot. Of course you’d want to fuck me.”

You glare at him, but don’t have the energy to discipline him for once, “But why would you want to fuck me? That’s the unbelievable part!”

“Why not?” he says in a flippant tone, “I’m hot and horny, you’ve got tits, we’ve been friends for years, and things just fell together. Boom, done. Now let’s go get omelets.”

“Seokjin, they’ve long stopped serving breakfast.”

“Damn it, woman!” he exclaims, “I told you to hurry up!”

You can’t help but grin at that, “Guess we’re just going to have to eat fried chicken again!”

He shoots you a glare, “Again?”

You beam back, “Yup!”

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“Ok, she’s supposed to come back from the grocery store any minute now,” you hiss at Jin that next weekend, when you finally find the time to put your plan into action.

“Alright, what should I do?” he asks as he flops down on the couch next to you.

“Hmm… I’m not sure,” you say as you awkwardly swing your legs over his.

He easily lifts your legs and drags them over his lap, “Should I take off my shirt?” he asks, fingers already fidgeting with the top button.

“No!” You exclaim, sitting up to grab his hands, “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Oh please,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “You know you want to see it.”

“No, I don’t,” you snap back, and for good measure, you pull up the front of his shirt to cover him up to the neck, “Keep that nasty shit to yourself.”

“How is she ever going to believe that we’re fucking?” he sighs.

You pull your legs off of his lap, “I knew I should’ve just called Hoseok,” you groan.

“No, we can make this work,” he says, suddenly leaning down to lay on top of you, hands pressed into the cushions on either side of your face to keep from crushing you, “Isn’t this better?”

But you flush at his close proximity. Whenever you think that you’ve finally gotten used to his impossibly handsome face, he proves you wrong. And lying on top of you like this, with his face inches away from yours… You can see every detail of his face from the sharp angles of his jaw, to the intensity of his dark gaze, and the fullness of his pink lips. Flustered, you squeeze your eyes shut, and blindly fumble out of his grip.

“No, it’s not!” You exclaim as you shove him off of you.

He looks at you, surprised by your dramatic reaction, “What’s wrong with you?”

“N-nothing! I just… I want to be on top instead!” You practically shout as you push him on his back.

Confused, Jin nevertheless complies, “Alright, fine. Whatever floats your boat, you crazy woman.”

You sigh deeply. He’s a lot less threatening now that he’s on his back with his lips far away from yours, and you find yourself finally able to relax. Until you realize that you need to climb onto his body. “I just don’t want Lei to get the wrong impression,” you mutter as you awkwardly shuffle around on the couch, looking for the best position, “Can’t let her think that you’re the one in charge here.”

Jin snorts, but nevertheless crosses his arms behind his head and watches you make your approach under half-lidded eyes, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe. Now climb on up.”

Your face nearly explodes with heat from his casual use of the pet name. “You’re so annoying,” you grumble under your breath as you swing a leg over his waist. But it feels ten times more awkward to straddle him, and you quickly scramble up to hover above his stomach instead, avoiding his crotch like the plague. There’s a moment of uncomfortable silence. Then—

“Is this normally how you hook up with guys, ___?” Jin asks as he cranes up his head to try to look at you.

You scowl down at him, “Are you questioning my methods?”

“Yup. Stop being so damn awkward and sit down on me already.”

You flush at his word choice, “J-Jin, I—”

But he grows impatient with your hesitance and takes it upon himself to grab you by the hips and yank you down on him so that you straddle him around the hips, making you sit directly on his—

“Jin!” You yell out in indignation, your face as hot as a furnace at this point as you grab at his vast shoulders for balance.

That smug bastard is as unfazed as always, “What?” he says with a cock of an eyebrow.

You tighten your grip on his shoulders, “Nothing,” you spit out, “You’re just really… skinny,” you say, dragging your nails down his torso as a punishment.

He snorts in response and grabs your hands to flatten against his chest, “Does it feel like I’m just skinny?” he says as he forces you to feel the hardness of his pecs.

“Yes,” you growl, “You bony ass bitch.”

His face scrunches into a scowl and he opens his mouth to offer you an undoubtedly biting retort, but at the moment, the front door swings open.

“Hey, ___, I’m back. How are—AH! What is that?” Lei squeals when she realizes that you’re lying on top of a man, “Wait, is that Kim Seokjin?!”

Your best friend awkwardly pops his head out, “Hi.”

“Oh my fucking god… Are you guys hooking up?!”

“…Uh…Yes?”

Jin winces at your robotic answer and tries to make up for it by smoothing a hand up your thigh, making you jump in surprise, “It’s been like a year now,” he informs her, “Where have you been?”

Lei just shakes her head as she puts down her grocery bags on the ground, “I should’ve known. You guys were always too close to just be friends.”

But that comment makes you frown, “What do you mean by that?”

Jin slaps a hand over your mouth, effectively shutting you up before you can question her further, “Just shut up while we’re still ahead,” he growls into your ear, “And fool around with me.”

“What are you talking about?!” you hiss back, alarmed.

Instead of responding, he splays a large hand across your lower back and shoves you flush against him. It takes everything in your power to keep from squealing out in surprise, but when Jin unexpectedly bites down on your earlobe, you can’t help the squeak from bursting out.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” he whispers in your ear, “Can’t you moan like a normal person?”

“I-I’m sorry? I just wasn’t expecting—eep!” you squeal again when he presses a kiss to the sensitive skin under your chin.

He pulls back with a sigh, “Why are you acting like this? You’re the one who wanted to cause a scene, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did, but I—” You stop there, embarrassed. How can you explain that you were expecting to just roll around, faking it? How naïve could you be?

Jin sighs again, “Fine, you can suck on my neck instead,” he says, craning his head upward to allow you access.

You pause at that, gazing down at the sight before you with wide eyes. Here is the most attractive man you have ever seen in your entire life, laid out before you like a seven-course meal, just waiting for you to have a taste. Your mouth waters, and if not for your crippling embarrassment, you might have dived right in to eat him whole. But this is your best friend… your platonic best friend who has never seen you as a woman. He’s just doing this as a favor to you, and you won’t allow yourself take advantage of the situation and enjoy this too much…

Easier said than done.

The moment you lean your face down, his masculine scent overwhelms you, making you lightheaded at once. You silently say a prayer in your mind, then lean down to press your lips against his neck. It’s a dry kiss—just a peck of your lips to his skin, but it still makes shivers slide down your back. How many times have you imagined touching him like this? Back in the budding years of your friendship during college, this was all you could think about. It would drive you insane, fighting back your urges to touch him, and staying awake at night stewing over your jealousies of his new fling of the week. It can’t be healthy opening this door again, when you’ve been doing so well keeping non-platonic thoughts of your friend out of your mind for so long… But how can you resist?

When Jin makes no sound of protest, you grow bolder, greedily parting your lips, and before you can second-guess yourself, you flick your tongue over his pulse point. There’s a beat of silence, where you realize what you’ve done and crippling embarrassment fills you. You’re just about to sit up and beg for forgiveness, when Jin does something very unexpected. He weaves a hand through your hair and pushes your head closer.

“Jin,” you whisper against his neck, shocked by the action.

He simply hums in response, “Keep going.”

Your heart is fluttering like a little bird in its cage as you silently obey. As though intoxicated, you can’t help but plant a series of open-mouthed kisses across the expanse of his neck, admiring the way his muscles flex as he twists his head to allow you room. But when you graze your teeth across a prominent vein, he suddenly groans.

“Do that again.”

The low, rumbly quality of his voice makes shivers wrack your body as you jump to do as he says. You gently sink your teeth into a patch of skin under his ear and soothe over the bite marks with your tongue until he groans again. You know that the sounds are probably for show—to feign pleasure to your snooping roommate, but you can’t help the way they send heat straight to your core.

Another few seconds of this, and Jin begins to shift from underneath you, presumably from discomfort. Instantly feeling guilty for sitting on him so heavily, you spring up to relieve him of your weight. But you’re a bit fuzzy with arousal and miscalculate your movements, unintentionally sliding down on him further… until your thigh rams into a strange hardness in the left leg of his jeans… wait could that be—?

“Ugh, how long are you two going to continue doing that?!” Lei’s shrill voice breaks you from your reverie.

You spring away from Jin as though burned, “Wh-what?” your voice is trembling, but you can’t help it.

Lei glowers at you from across the room, “I am trying to make dinner here.”

As though completely unperturbed by what had just occurred on the couch, Jin smoothly answers for you, “What’s wrong, Lei?” he asks with a perfectly arched brow, “Does this bother you?”

She glares back, “Not at all,” she spits through gritted teeth. “You know what? I’ll just eat out.” And with that, she snatches her purse off the counter and marches out the door.

You flinch as the door slams after her. Then you turn to stare at Jin with wide eyes, “Oh my god… I can’t believe that actually worked.”

He chuckles, “I told you it would, didn’t I?”

You laugh along with him, even as you peel yourself off his body and slide to the floor, “Thanks, Jin. She actually believed it! Now she’ll think before hooking up with a guy in our common space again!”

“Great. Just let me know if you need my help again,” he says as he rises to his feet.

“Wait, are you going somewhere?” you ask in confusion as you watch him pick up his phone from the coffee table and slip it into his pocket.

“Yeah, I have work in the morning. I should go home and prepare.”

“But I thought we were going to get dinner after this?”

“Next time,” he says as he makes his way to the door.

You’re a bit stung by his cold rejection. He doesn’t even have the decency to look at you as he blows off your dinner plans. Normally, you’d scold him for this kind of behavior, but this time, you’re a bit relieved that he’s leaving after such an awkward encounter.

“Ok. I’ll text you?”

“Yeah. See you later,” and without a second glance, he walks straight out of your apartment.

As soon as the door closes behind him, you collapse into an undignified pile on the ground, groaning weakly and clutching at your still pounding heart. What the hell had happened back there?!

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Unfortunately, it becomes apparent over the next week that your ploy with Jin did not work at all. Lei brings home a new guy less than three days after your romp on the couch, and to your utmost dismay, they go at it all night long. You’re basically a walking zombie the next day at school, horrifying your lab mates by the way you hog the French press throughout the entire day.

By the time you finally leave lab that evening, you’d like nothing more than to just faceplant in bed hibernate for about a decade. You trudge into your apartment complex, let yourself in through the front door, and nearly jump out of your skin in surprise at the sight of Kim Seokjin chilling on the couch.

“AHH! You scared me!” You exclaim, clutching your heart in fear, “How did you get in here?!”

“Your doorman recognized me and let me in the building,” Jin informs you, completely unfazed by your dramatic reaction.

“Oh… that makes sense… Wait, no! How did you get into my apartment?!”

“I have a spare key.”

“Oh…” You say, blinking at the realization. Then—“Wait, what?! How do you have a spare key?!”

“Your mom gave me one.”

“She did what?!”

“Shh. Keep your voice down. You’re so noisy,” he says with a wince. “I wouldn’t have had to barge in here if you would just pick up your phone… Why are you so late?”

“Late for what? …Oh shit. We were supposed to have dinner tonight, weren’t we?!” Wide-eyed, you dive for your phone, and sure enough, there are three missed calls, all from Jin. “I’m sorry, I don’t have service on the subway.”

He scoffs, “I could’ve just picked you up from lab.”

You hastily shake your head at the very thought of it, “Seriously, it’s not a big deal…”

“Fine… what do you want to eat?”

You hesitate, “Jin… it’s always nice to eat out with you… but maybe it’d be nicer to get take out?”

He squints at you in suspicion, “What’s up with you?”

Damn! How did he see through you so quickly? You widen your eyes, trying to play innocent, “Nothing! I just… wouldn’t this be more convenient?”

Still, he scrutinizes you from head to toe with those sharp eyes of his, “Why are you saying this? And why do you look so terrible? Do you have manuscript deadlines again?”

“No, that’s not it,” you quickly say, not wanting to worry him.

“Midterms? Bad meeting with your advisor?”

“No, no. None of those. Seriously, don’t worry. I just didn’t sleep well last night and I’m kinda tired.”

He leans forward so far that his nose nearly brushes you, making you instinctively jump back in surprise, “It’s Lei again, isn’t it?”

You freeze at that, like a deer caught in the headlights, “N-no?”

But he sees through you like you’re transparent, “Ugh, so our scheme didn’t work?”

You awkwardly drop your eyes to your feet as vivid memories of what had transpired between the two of you in this very room come flashing back, “No, I don’t think so… But hey at least we tried, right?”

You don’t have to look up to know that he’s boiling with anger, “Hell no!” he curses, “Are you seriously going to let that asshole get away with it? No, we’re just going to have to think bigger!” He dramatically declares.

“Jin…”

“Trust me, ___we’ll make her regret messing around with you like this.”

“Ok…” you warily agree, “If you say so…” but you can’t shake the excitement that bubbles in your chest at the thought of what he has in store for you.

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The next day, you find yourself propped up on the kitchen counter with Jin standing between your legs.

“When is Lei coming home?” he asks as he casually rubs his large hands over your thighs.

But you’re too distracted by the feeling of his warm palms on your bare skin that you can’t think, let alone respond. Why did you choose to wear shorts today, of all days…?

“___?” he says your name in confusion when you take too long to respond.

You jerk your head up in surprise, “Y-yes?”

He frowns at your strange behavior, “Your roommate… Lei. When is she coming back?”

“I… um…” you blink hazily at him, too mesmerized by the beauty of his perfectly symmetrical features up close to process his words, “What?”

He raises an eyebrow, and tries to ask the question for the third time, when there’s the sound of a key in the lock. “Hurry and kiss me.”

“W-what?!”

But at that moment, he reaches forward to cup your face in both hands and presses his lips against yours. The door slides open, and Lei curses at what she finds in the kitchen, but you barely notice. You’re too fully engrossed in the heady sensation of Jin’s silken lips sliding against your own.

“Hi guys, I’m home!” Lei practically yells to catch your attention.

Jin pecks your lips one more time before he pulls away to flash her a displeased look over his shoulder, “Hey.” And with that, he leans in to kiss you again.

Normally, you’d be embarrassed by this public display of affection, especially with your best friend of the last half-decade. But you can’t process anything other than the fact that the most beautiful man on planet earth is kissing you… finally. Never in a million years would you have ever predicted such a thing.

“What are you doing?” Jin whispers to you between long, languid kisses, “Kiss me back.”

That makes you realize that you’ve been completely still this whole time, unable to move one inch from fear as you passively accept his kisses. Tentatively, you begin to move your lips against his, but as soon as you reciprocate, Jin suddenly freezes. For a moment, you’re terrified that you’ve offended him somehow. Are you a terrible kisser? Do you disgust him?

But less than half a second passes before he emits a sound from the back of his throat that sounds suspiciously like a moan, then deepens the kiss. Surprised by the action, your hand instinctively flattens against his chest, but you’re unsure if this is to push him back or urge him closer. Jin interprets it as the latter and steps forward until he’s flush against you, forcing you to feel the hard lines of his body.

You must be possessed. There’s no other way to explain it. Why else would you take it upon yourself to explore the firmness of his torso with interest? It is completely unlike you to boldly slip your hands under his thin t-shirt and grope at the tight muscles of his stomach like a fucking pervert.

To make matters worse, Jin doesn’t provide an ounce of resistance as he eagerly arches into your touch and slides his hand from your face to grab at your hips instead. Then, he suddenly grabs at your thighs, forcing them to lock around his waist. And that’s when you feel it again. The strange hardness in his jeans that you felt a week ago during that incident on the couch. And there is no fucking way of mistaking it this time: Kim Seokjin is aroused. He has a fucking boner that you caused. What the fuck is happening?!

At that realization, heady arousal slams into you with the force of a sledgehammer. All you can think about is grinding against his erection. You want to touch him, kiss him, feel him all over. But most of all, you just want to make him feel good. It’s more than a desire at this point, but a raw need. At this point, you are so drunk off the sensations of his hard body pressed against yours and his sinful tongue sliding down your throat that you almost do something very stupid. Your hands dart to his belt, tingling with the need to touch him—

But the hard slam of a door makes you break away from him with a little yelp.

“You guys are fucking disgusting,” Lei mutters under her breath as she escapes to her bedroom.

There’s a brief moment of disoriented tension between you and Jin where all that can be heard in the kitchen is your heavy pants. But then he steps away from you, leaving you cold from the lack of contact.

“Jin…” you whisper in a small voice, “Wh-what was that?”

Despite his harsh breathing, your best friend seems relatively unaffected by what had just transpired between the two of you. He nonchalantly shrugs, “What do you mean?”

You stare at him for a moment, but the sight of his flustered appearance, with his full lips swollen by your kisses and his cheeks tinged a rosy shade of pink, only makes the voracious desire in the pit of your stomach flare with need. You tear your eyes away, “I… I don’t know. I think… I think we may have taken that too far.”

“Whatever. It worked, right?” his tone is unexpectedly cold as he responds.

You glance up in surprise before lowering your gaze again, “Yeah… but what just happened… um… should we talk about it?”

“What’s there to talk about?” he snaps, “We took it too far, right? We’re just friends, right?”

“Right…” you hesitantly reply, wondering what you’ve said to piss him off so much, “Just friends… nothing else… It’s not like we’re attracted to each other or anything crazy like that…” you say, praying that he’ll object to that obvious lie. The burning erection in his pants is undeniable proof otherwise.

He snorts, making you look up in hopeful surprise, “Don’t you even try lying to my face.”

“…Jin?”

“There’s no way you’re not attracted to me, so don’t even try with that bullshit.”

That was not what you were expecting at all. Angered by his arrogance, you flash him the deadliest glare that you can muster, “You’re so full of yourself, Kim Seokjin. Do you really think that every girl in this universe wants to hop on that dick?”

“Of course not,” he smoothly says, “but you clearly do.”

“How is your head so fucking big?” you snap, horrified by how spot-on he is with that assessment. “And look who’s talking: you were hard as a rock, asshole.”

Jin’s eyes pop open, as though shocked that you’ve noticed. “Yeah, so what?” he spits back, even as he awkwardly hovers both hands over his crotch area, “I’m human, of course I’m gonna pop a boner if someone’s fondling me in such a perverse way! Don’t think you’re special.”

Your face heats at the insult, “Really? So you weren’t attracted to me at all? You would’ve just popped a boner for anyone?”

“Yeah, exactly,” he says with a glare, “It’s just like masturbating, isn’t it? Being touched feels good.”

“Great,” you growl, “Well you can go take care of that yourself, dickface.”

“Or you could do it for me.”

That makes you stop in your tracks, “Wh-what?”

He rolls his eyes at your dramatic response, “Don’t get any ideas in that simple little mind of yours. It’ll just feel a bit better than my own hand.”

Anger flares in your chest from his condescending tone, and before you know what you’re doing, you’ve reached over to grab him roughly through the pants. “Does this feel just a bit better than your own hand?” you mock him as you massage his erection with both hands.

Jin licks his swollen bottom lip before shooting you a glare relatively devoid of any real anger, “Barely.”

Your eyes flash, and then you’re reaching into his pants to grab his bare cock. This time, Jin can’t help his instinctive reaction to your touch, doubling over as though he’d been punched, “___!”

You ignore him to squeeze what you can of his length in the restrictive confines of his pants. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.”

His eyes dart to yours, “Don’t you fucking dare do that or I swear to god, ___.”

You resist a shiver at the sound of his uncharacteristically deep voice that’s dropped an entire octave with arousal. Drunk on his reactions, you would happily obey, but a new thought pops in your mind about how the two of you aren’t alone. You pause and try to remove your hand from inside his pants, but Jin quickly grabs your wrist, fearful that you might leave him hanging, “Lei could come out and see us,” you remind him in a hushed voice.

He relaxes slightly at that, “Then we’ll go into your room,” And without waiting for a response, he drags you in that direction.

He practically bursts into your bedroom and kicks the door shut behind him. You blush at the sight of your messy, unmade bed, but Jin gives zero fucks as he eagerly sprawls across your sheets and yanks at his belt. As you watch him, you can’t help but feel a bit of trepidation. This is your best friend of half a decade. If you cross this line, you might as well be flushing years of friendship down the toilet. What are you doing right now?

But at that moment, Jin finally gets his belt undone and yanks down his pants and boxers without a second thought, his hard dick instantly bouncing up to slap against his stomach. As soon as your eyes land on his throbbing length, you’re done for. All thoughts about the ethics of this situation drop from your mind as you crawl onto the bed after him, eyes fixated on his bare cock and practically salivating at the sight.

Jin watches you from under hooded lids, seemingly nonchalant as he lays back against your headboards, hands propped behind his head, but when you grab him in your warm hand again, his entire body spasms.

You can’t get over the feeling of him in your hand, so hard and big, yet velvety-soft to the touch. And the way he keeps twitching, as though trying to jump closer to the heat of your hand, is intoxicating.

You gently squeeze him from base to tip, marveling when copious amounts of precum slide down his cock from your action. It slickens your movements, allowing you to give him longer, harder strokes with each passing second.

After a minute or so, Jin suddenly crashes his head back against the wall with a loud groan of frustration. Startled, you look up at him, and nearly jump out of your skin in surprise to find him already staring down at you, his gaze so heated that you feel almost painfully hot in your own skin.

“Jin…” you whisper his name, cringing at the dry, broken quality of your voice. You lick your lips for moisture, ignoring the way his eyes lock on the gesture, and try again, “Jin, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says, but the word comes out as a strangled groan, “Fuck.”

No matter what bullshit he tries to tell you, you know that he likes this. He likes this a lot, if the way he shivers and pants, his hands clenching and unclenching in the sheets underneath him is any indication. His teeth are gritted so hard that you can see a muscle jumping in his cheek, revealing just how difficult it must be for him to hold back his sounds.

You pout slightly at the realization. You’d like nothing more than to hear him moan for you. But you have a role to play here—you’re supposed to be completely indifferent, and begging for him to moan your name would ruin that purpose, no matter how much you want it. Somehow, you still value your ego more. Just like he does.

So you pump him harder, lowering your eyes to your work to avoid the heat of his gaze, and biting down hard on your bottom lip to resist the urge to taste him… The hot precum leaking from his tip is so tempting, but you force yourself to stay strong. You can’t let him win, like he always does. Not this time. It’s been your mission in life to prove to him that you’re not just another one of his fawning fangirls hanging onto his every word. You refuse to be that person… maybe because you want to be more than just that to him…

If you let your emotions take control right now, then you’ll be doomed. You’ll let him know how much you care… How much you’ve always cared about him. And then he’ll just laugh you off, like probably does with all the other love-struck admirers. You stand no chance. This will be as much as you’ll ever get from him.

And with that in mind, you suddenly slow down your pace, realizing that this is the only chance you’ll get to ever touch him. You close your eyes as you try to remember every detail—the weight of his cock in your hand, the very texture and warmth; his ragged breathing and the way he looks, whole body drenched in sweat. It’s then that you realize with a sinking heart that no man will ever compare. That this is it.

“Fuck, ___,” Jin groans, tearing you away from your thoughts, “Are you trying to kill me?”

You ignore him to wring your fist up his length, paying special attention to the sensitive head of his cock.

Jin curses again, “Fucking hell, ____! Why are you doing this to me?” He shifts in obvious discomfort on the bed, hips lifting towards your stingy touch.

“What do you mean?” you say as you examine his heavy, pulsating erection. It’s so hot and red, you can only imagine that he’s practically at his bursting point. You almost feel sorry for him. But if he hates this so much, he can just get himself off. His hands are just about as good as yours, apparently.

Jin throws his head back and groans deeply when you slide a thumb across his slit, “You’re fucking doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Why would I do that?” you snort, “Aren’t you just getting a little desperate?”

“Yeah, because I want to fucking cum and you’re making it impossible,” he spits back, “Why are you so lazy? Why can’t you put in some fucking effort?”

“I’m just not interested,” You smoothly lie through your teeth, “This is so boring to me.”

“If we’re just friends and you’re not attracted to me whatsoever, then why the fuck are you even doing this?” Jin growls.

He’s got you there. “And if you’re not attracted to me either, then why do you want this so badly?” you shoot back, instead of addressing his question.

“Because your hands are soft and I want to fucking cum on them!” he practically snarls, “Don’t you dare think this has anything to do with you.”

Your nostrils flare in anger, and you’re almost tempted to just drop his cock and stomp out of the room. But that would mean that you’ve let him get under your skin. And you’re determined to not let him affect you one bit.

“Fine,” you snap. And with that, you begin jerking him off as fast as you can.

Jin’s entire form crumples at once, as he practically folds his larger frame over you. He’s a bit slow with his reactions this time and doesn’t have the self-control to hold himself back before a strangled moan tears through the room.

You ignore him and the wetness in your underwear as you impatiently stroke him towards his orgasm. His precum is still flowing, but it’s not quite enough, and you quickly duck your head to spit on him to further lubricate your movements.

Clearly not expecting that, Jin shouts out your name, astonished by the vulgar action, “___!”

“Shut up,” you growl in response, redoubling your efforts. He’s so close right now. You can feel it viscerally as if it was your own pleasure. The way his arms shake with the effort to keep him upright, the way his breathing goes haywire, and the way every muscle in his body tenses like a coil… He’s either on the edge or right there. And true to your expectations, it only takes another minute of your harsh pumping before he’s suddenly latching out to grab you with both hands.

“Fuck!” he shouts, entire body trembling as he bursts all over your hands. Any semblance of self-control disappears at that instant, where he helplessly jerks his hips up into your hand, desperate for more friction.

You patiently stroke him through his orgasm, using his excessive cum as lubrication. He meets you stroke for stroke, and the fluid motions of his hips makes your mouth go dry. You’ve never seen anything so fucking hot as Kim Seokjin when consumed mindless by his powerful orgasm.

But all good things must come to an end, and a few seconds later, he pushes away your hands with a shiver of overstimulation. You reluctantly withdraw and stare down at your cum-coated hands. For a second, you’re nearly overcome with the need to taste him by sucking his cum off of your fingers one by one. Somehow, you resist and reach over to pluck a few tissues from the nightstand, “Ew.”

Jin is still breathing too hard to respond. He shakily brushes his sweaty bangs off his forehead and tucks his spent length back in his pants, “Sh-shut up.”

You ignore him to reach for the hand sanitizer instead, intentionally rubbing it on in front of him to prove a point.

A heavy silence suffuses the room, and you have no idea how to address it as you carry on with your act. You realize that the logical course of action is to kick him out of your apartment… But you don’t really want to do that.

“Come on,” Jin says, breaking through the tension, “Lie on your back. I’ll eat you out or something.”

But the way he says it makes it sound like a chore, and your face heats at the implication, “Forget it, asshole. Don’t even front. I know what a selfish bastard you are.”

His brow furrows with indignation, “What the fuck? I’ll prove to you just how wrong you are. Get on your back, kid.”

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say to him as it just encouraged his competitive drive. You try a different approach, “No way. Why do you think I would ever want that?”

“Are you still playing this game? Calm down and let me rub one out for you.”

His crassness makes you shrivel up in embarrassment. There’s nothing you’d want more, but you know that the moment you drop your pants, he’ll realize how turned on you are… You’ve already soaked through your panties at this point, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you left a stain against the bed sheets. And he can’t know how aroused you are from just pleasuring him. You would never survive the embarrassment.

“Stop it,” you say, “Just leave me alone.”

You’re not sure if you’re more relieved or disappointed when he concedes. “Fine,” he bites out, “I didn’t want to go through that effort anyways, so you spared me.”

That stings more than it should. “Whatever. Just go home, asshole.”

Jin doesn’t even look at you as he angrily buttons his pants and yanks his clothes back into place. Then, without sparing you a single word, he marches straight out of your bedroom. You count down from ten in your head, and the moment you hear the front door slam shut, you collapse onto your bed with a deep groan. It feels like all the energy has left your body, making you feel exhausted enough to sleep for a decade.

What you had just done to Jin… That was single-handedly the sexiest experience of your life. And yet… why do you feel so empty?

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You don’t speak to Jin for the next week. For most friends, this is a pretty normal occurrence. But you and Jin are so close that it’s odd to not speak to him for even a day, much less an entire week. The first few days are tough. You almost forget that you’re fighting multiple times throughout the week, and pick up your phone to complain to him about the harsh feedback your advisor’s sent you, or the annoying thing Lei’s done this time, before you collect yourself.

But when the 10-day mark rolls by, you feel your defenses crumbling. You find yourself pausing in the hallway outside of your apartment, staring down at your dry phone with a frown. Normally Fridays are your bi-weekly dinner dates with Jin. It’s been a tradition between the two of you since you were in your second year of university. Surely, he wouldn’t be petty enough to forget this… right?

You’re about to pull up Jin’s contact in your phone to call him when a family of four nearly plow you over in their hurry to the elevator.

“Sorry, Miss!” the frazzled mother yells out before she shoos her children into the elevator.

It’s too hazardous to stand out here in the busy hallway, so you quickly unlock the front door of your apartment unit and let yourself in before hitting the green “call” button. You’re just about to toss your keys on the counter when a loud vibration makes you jump in surprise. Oh, you thought you were home alone. Lei was supposed to be out until late tonight. You look up to greet her, but the smile slides right off your face when you find someone much bigger than Lei sitting in the living room. The keys slip between your fingers to fall to the ground with a loud clatter.

“Oh, shit.”

But Jin beats you to it, rushing across the room to pick up your fallen keys for you, “Here,” he says as he hands them to you.

“Thanks,” you resist the urge to shiver as his fingers brush yours. Then you drop your gaze to your feet, too overwhelmed by his sudden appearance to look him in the eye, “Jin, what are you doing here?”

“Tch, don’t tell me you forgot about our dinner night?”

You peek up at him in embarrassment, “Really…? You’re not still mad at me?”

He rolls his eyes at that, “How can I be mad at you for something so stupid? Come on. Put down your backpack and let’s go.”

Suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, you lurch forward to throw your arms around his neck in a painfully tight embrace, “I’m sorry, Jin!”

He chuckles as he hugs you back, “Don’t be, ___... Seriously. Don’t be.”

You’re not sure what he means by that, but you don’t care. All you know is that you have your best friend back, “Let’s never do anything so stupid again.”

His smile doesn’t reach his eyes when he finally lets you go, “If you say so.”

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Jin insists on walking you back to your apartment after dinner (even though his car is parked just on the curb), and you decide that it’s only proper to invite him in for a drink. But as Jin watches you fumble around in the kitchen with a beer in his hand, he suddenly shoots you with an unexpected question:

“Hey, ___, have you ever thought about me as more than a friend?”

You nearly drop the glass you had been cleaning in shock, “Wh-what?”

“We’ve been friends for a long time. Surely you must have thought about it one time or the other?” he calls out as casually as if he was discussing the weather.

You slowly put down the glass as you deliberate your next words carefully. But how can you evade the question without straight-up lying to his face? “I… I’m not sure why you’re asking me that,” you slowly say.

Jin sighs deeply and plops down his beer on the coffee table, “Stop cleaning and come sit with me for a second.”

There’s no way you can reject that simple request without appearing suspicious, so you reluctantly wipe your hands and join him, “What’s up, Jin?” you ask as you cautiously take a seat next to him on the couch and fold your legs underneath yourself.

He pauses for a moment, fiddling with the hem of his oversized cream sweater, before speaking, “I know that I’m not your type. That’s what you’ve been telling me since we first met. But surely over the past five years that we’ve been friends, it must have crossed your mind at one point or the other, right?”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, unsure of his intentions behind this line of questioning, but terrified, nevertheless, “I’m not sure what you mean, Jin.”

He sighs in frustration before trying again, “Come on, ___. You can be honest here… Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

Your mouth instantly goes dry at his question, and for a moment it feels like you can’t breathe. “Wh-what are you--? Why… I-I never!” you choke on your words, then hurriedly backtrack to try to fix your mistake, “I mean, I’m not blind. I can admit that you’re objectively hot, but that doesn’t mean that I want to—” You break off, embarrassed beyond belief, “God, Jin! Where the hell is this coming from?!”

But the tall dark-haired man purses his lips together tightly and steamrolls on, “Really, ___? So you’re trying to tell me that in our five years of friendship, not once did you ever think about me sexually?”

You take a moment to inhale deeply and brace yourself, “Never,” you lie through your teeth.

His eyes narrow, “Really?”

“Really.”

He cocks his head to the side as he considers you, brow furrowed as though deep in thought. Then, he unexpectedly lets out a bark of laughter, “Bullshit.”

Your eyes widen in shock, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Bullshit,” he growls, “I know it’s not all in my head. I know that you want me, ___.”

Your face heats with indignation, “What the fuck’s gotten into you these days?!” you seethe, “I know how you act with the other girls, but can you keep your oversized ego in check with me at least?!”

“Fine, if you’re not the least bit attracted to me, then come here,” he says, grabbing you by the hands to drag you closer to him on the couch so that your thighs touch, “Do you really feel nothing when I’m this close to you?”

“No!” You exclaim at once, though you can’t help the way your body floods with warmth at the feeling of his hands on your skin.

“Really? Look at me, ___. You seriously don’t want to kiss me right now?”

“No, not at all!” you shriek as you try to rip your hands out of his grip, but he’s a lot stronger than you expected.

“So what you’re trying to say is that you feel nothing for me,” he presses on, a strange desperation flashing in his eyes before he quickly masks it, “There is absolutely no attraction between us, and you’ll only ever see me as a friend?”

“Yes,” you lie, since it’s all you’re good at, “I don’t like you, Seokjin, and I never will.”

At that, he drops your wrists as though burned, “Alright,” he mutters in a bitter tone, “I understand.”

You suck in a deep breath through your teeth to try to calm your pounding heart. It doesn’t work. “Good,” you whisper in a hoarse tone. Then you rise to your knees and smash your lips to his.

Jin is completely still for the longest, most devastating second of your life. You’re about to furiously apologize then throw yourself out the window in disgrace when he suddenly grabs you by the back of the neck and forcibly deepens the kiss. And then his tongue is in your mouth, boldly pressing past your teeth and curling with yours as his fingers tighten around your neck, holding you captive.

His kisses are nothing like the modest, chaste ones he gave you in the kitchen a week and a half ago. This time he’s on the edge of violent, devouring you whole and holding onto you so hard that you have zero chance of escape. It’s as though he’s afraid that you might try to leave again. But you wouldn’t even if you could. Because this has been five whole years in the making. You’ve wanted him since the first time you laid eyes on him. And now that you’ve finally got him…

You feel like you’re drowning under the heat of his touch. It’s like the blood rushing through your veins has turned to molten lava, burning you from the inside out. You’re completely powerless as you get swept up by your desires, like a leaf in the wind. All you can do is relish the sensations, clinging onto Jin with both hands as you silently beg him for more.

And he does not disappoint. Without missing a beat or breaking the heated kiss, Jin shoves both hands up your shirt, hot fingers trailing along your stomach and ribcage for a second before he boldly grabs your breasts. You gasp into his mouth in surprise, and the sound turns into a guttural moan when Jin slides his mouth from yours to suck deep bruises into the tender skin under your jaw. The multitude of sensations leaves you breathless. But before you can rip off your shirt to allow him better access, Jin suddenly jumps up and hauls you off your feet with formidable strength you weren’t aware he possessed.

His lips are on yours again before you can comment on this new development, distracting you with hot kisses until your back hits something springy. You break from the kiss with a yelp of surprise to find yourself in your bedroom, pressed flat against your messy sheets as Jin continues to mouth at the crook of your neck. Somehow, he had carried you to your room when you were unaware. And now that he’s not limited by the awkward positioning of your bodies on the couch, he’s able to lower himself on top of you, trapping you under his broad frame with no restrictions.

“Jin!” You yell out in shock when a shift of his hips has you feeling the painfully hard erection in his jeans for the first time.

He ignores you to yank on one of your legs, forcing it to wrap around his waist and allowing himself surface area to grind against as he loses himself to his lust. And then it hits you like a slap to the face that this is actually happening. That this isn’t going to be some casual make out session or another quick handjob. That after all of these years of fantasizing and waiting, you’re finally going to have sex with Kim Seokjin. This is actually happening.

“Seokjin,” you murmur his name when he begins nipping down to your cleavage, making him freeze in his tracks.

“…Yes?” He asks as he stares up at you with fearful wide eyes. You instantly recognize the trepidation in them, confusing you for a moment before awareness dawns upon you. He’s scared… because he thinks that you might ask him to stop. And you know that he would. He would do it in a heartbeat if that’s what you wanted. But he’s so aroused that it wouldn’t be anything short of excruciating.

So you giggle softly to dispel his fears and affectionately lean up to nip his earlobe, “Take off your clothes, Jin,” you whisper in his ear.

Your sultry request incites something within him, because less than a second passes before he’s shooting up onto his haunches and ripping off his clothes at lightning speed. You gasp out loud at the sight of his bare chest, hungry fingers darting to touch the hard muscle, but before you can make contact, Jin pushes your hands away to undress you as well. In a blink of an eye, your shirt hits the ground along with your bra. Jin pauses for a moment there, distracted by the mouthwatering sight of your breasts, but quickly refocuses when you wiggle out of your jeans and carelessly kick them off to the ground, leaving you decked in only a pair of thin cotton underwear. And together, the two of you peel them off your legs, leaving you entirely naked before him.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes shamelessly devouring you from head to toe as he runs his tongue over his lips over and over, practically salivating at the sight of your bare body spread out across the sheets.

Embarrassed, you try to cover yourself with your hands, “Jin…”

He possessively rips your hands from your body and pins them above your head, “Don’t you dare cover yourself from me,” he growls before covering your lips with his swollen red ones again.

His grip is as strong as steel around your wrists and you couldn’t break free even if you wanted to. You never knew that your handsome, princely best friend possessed such strength, and it’s sexy to say the least. He had always seemed almost delicate, like he would be flimsy in bed, but you could’ve have been more wrong. It feels like a wall of concrete is closing in on you, surprisingly well-defined muscles rippling with every movement, and you feel light-headed from the intensity of your arousal.

“Fuck me, Jin,” you beg as you careen your hips up for friction.

He curses softly at this, but somehow resists, instead slipping his hand down to cup your mound, “How are you so fucking wet?” he asks in shock as he easily slides a finger inside of you.

You clench down on him at once, moaning at the sensations when he begins curling his finger inside of you. But it’s not enough. Not when you know how big and thick his cock is, and how much more nicely it’d fill you up than his slender fingers. “Seokjin,” you whine, “Please just fuck me.”

He bites down on his plump bottom lip at that, but somehow manages to refuse you with a shake of his head, “No. I gotta stretch you out first, baby. So I don’t hurt you.”

“I can take it, Jin!” you exclaim, practically thrashing underneath him when he slips another finger inside of you, rocking them both up against your g-spot in a way that makes you see stars in your vision.

Jin groans softly as you clench around him as hard as you can, clearly imagining his dick in the place of his fingers… which he could easily have, if he wasn’t so damn stubborn. “N-not yet,” he says, but the tremble of his voice gives him away.

“Please!” you mindlessly beg, “I want your dick so bad, I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now! Please, Jin!”

He falters at that, and when you lean up to bite down at the thick muscle of his neck, Jin’s resolve crumbles entirely. “Fuck, okay,” he breathlessly agrees, and with one last harsh twist of his thumb against your clit, he rises onto his knees to yank at his belt. “Get a condom.”

You’re so distracted by the residues of pleasure that continue to buzz in your system that you can’t process his words for a moment. But when you finally do, you hastily shake your head, horrified by the very thought, “I’m on birth control… And we know each other. You’re clean, right?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Then please cum inside of me, Seokjin,” you purr, wrapping both legs around his waist and rubbing your drenched slit against the front of his crotch.

His eyes darken at that, and in a blink of an eye, he has his jeans and underwear shoved to mid-thigh and his burning hot erection gripped in his hand. You can’t help the gasp that tears from your throat at the sight. He’s bigger than you remember. Not only is he long, but unbelievably wide in girth. You like dick as much as anyone else, but this is almost excessive. For a split second, trepidation breaks through the cloud of arousal. There’s no way he will fit… not without a great deal of pain, at least.

Jin senses your hesitation, and he lowers his head to give you a soft, reassuring kiss, “I told you to give me time to stretch you out,” he says as he gently slides the flat of his cock against your pussy lips.

That snaps you out of it, and you quickly shake your head, absolutely resolute as you spread your thighs for him, “I don’t care. Do it next time. Right now, I just need you to fuck me before I go insane!”

Jin pauses at that, “Next time…?”

You ignore him to lift your hips up, grinding your sopping wet pussy against his dick, “Please just put it in, Jin!”

He chokes back a groan at that and licks his lips, “Fuck, alright.” And his former line of questioning lost through this distraction, he shakily presses the head of his cock against your entrance, biting down hard on his bottom lip when it pops past the barrier, allowing him to sink in a good inch or two before he forces himself to stop. “A-are you okay?” he asks, voice quivering as hard as the arms trying to brace themselves on either side of your head.

It’s a bit uncomfortable having your entrance stretched this wide to accommodate his girth, but it’s not intolerable. So you nod your head and spread your legs wider, allowing him a full two more inches into your delicious heat before you press a hand against his stomach to stop him. “Ow, give me a moment,” you say with a wince.

He jerks his head in a curt nod, trying to be respectful of your needs, even as his hands grip around the sheets tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. In the minute he allows you, he restlessly noses around your neck, darting his tongue out to taste random spots, as though seeking any distraction to keep from shoving the rest of his cock inside of you like he desperately desires.

Taking pity on him, you raise your hips to meet his until you’ve got nearly half of his enormous cock inside of you. Already, it’s a bit more of a stretch than you can handle, and your body automatically attempts to push this foreign item out of you by tightening and squeezing around him. It’s completely instinctive, like a knee-jerk reflex, and you realize too late that it’s the absolute worst thing you could do to a man with his self-control shred to tatters.

The moment he feels your walls clamping around him as tight as a vice, Jin throws his head back with a gasp, then slams the rest of his length inside of you with a single jerk of his hips.

You’re suddenly overwhelmed, filled to the hilt, and you’re sure he’s hit your cervix by the sharp pain that stabs your lower stomach upon impact, but you wouldn’t dare stop him. Even the pain is poignant, the sharpness chased by the sweetest aftertaste of pleasure that has you hungry for more.

“A-are you okay?” he breathlessly asks, even as he begins to surge forward in your heat, hips immediately picking up a rapid pace.

“Yes!” You yell out, “Please don’t stop.”

“Fuck,” he curses as he digs his fingers into your thighs hard enough to bruise. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good.”

You wrap your legs tighter around his narrow waist in response, silently urging him on as he literally fucks the thoughts out of your mind. As a result, neither of you notice the bang of the front door swinging open until a voice calls out—

“___, I’m home!”

You stiffen at the sound of Lei’s voice and dig your nails into Jin’s back to keep him from moving, “Shit,” you whisper, eyes wide with fear at getting caught, “We need to be quiet!”

Jin’s hot pants fill the air as he struggles to hold himself still inside of your hot pussy when all he wants to do is fuck you into oblivion. He manages exactly ten seconds before his eyes flash dangerously, “Fuck that shit,” and with that, he pulls back on his heels and slams into you so hard that your entire body knocks back into the headboard, and a scream of his name come tearing from the back of your throat before you can help it.

“Seokjin!”

There’s the sound of something clanging noisily as it hits the ground in the other room, followed by Lei’s cursing, “What the fuck…?”

Jin laughs under his breath as he continues to drill into you, delighting in the shrieks and bubbles of noise you helplessly emit. “Fuck, ____,” he moans dramatically, so that his voice can be heard through the thin walls, “You feel so good.”

You bite down on your bottom lip to hold back your laughter as you catch onto his wicked plan, “Oh Jin, please fuck me harder!” you wantonly moan at the top of your lungs, “Harder, baby, harder!”

Jin flashes you a brilliant grin before reaching up to bang his fist against the headboard, the loud thuds echoing throughout the room, “Like this, baby?” he half-yells, even though he has fallen motionless inside of you.

“Fuck yes!” You scream so loudly that even Jin jumps in surprise.

That is the last straw, and a second later, you hear the front door opening, “You guys are fucking disgusting!” Lei shrieks in the shrillest voice imaginable before slamming the door shut.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Jin blinks at you, “Do you think we finally got your revenge?”

“I sure hope so… What more can we do?”

A stunning smile stretches across Jin’s handsome face as he peers down at you, “Want to take this to her bed instead?”

You stare at him with huge eyes for split second, shocked beyond belief. He stares back with a raised eyebrow. Then, the tension breaks and the two of you burst into hysterical laughter.

“This is crazy!” you yelp as tears fill your eyes from how hard you’re laughing. This whole thing is just so ridiculous! Not in a million years did you ever imagine yourself to end up in such a wild situation! You clutch your aching tummy as you continue to be overcome by peals of laughter, and as a result, you don’t notice that Jin has fallen deathly silent until he suddenly grabs you by the hips with a snarl.

The laughter dies in your chest as you take in the sudden intensity of his cold stare, “Jin…?”

He tightens his grip around your hips when you shift around to try to look at him better, “Stop. Fucking. Moving.”

You instantly obey, freezing to ice as the implications of his words hit you like a ton of bricks. Your hearty laughter, with him buried deep inside of you, has probably shaken him up in the most agonizing way possible… Flustered, you nervously chuckle, unintentionally constricting and vibrating around his cock again.

Jin falls on top of you with a tortured groan, hands sinking into the pillow on either side of your head as he helplessly drives his hips forward into your warmth, “I thought I told you to stop moving,” he hisses as he pulls out just to ram himself inside of you, up to the hilt. And just like that, the tension breaks as the desire to cum rushes back, ten-fold.

“Oh my god, Jin,” you groan as he begins to mercilessly pound you into the mattress, “How are you so fucking big?”

He chuckles breathlessly, “I hope you’re not in too much pain in the morning.”

“I’ve already lost feeling in my legs,” you say, even as you wrap them tighter around his lithe waist, “What is this damn elephant trunk of yours?

That makes him laugh again, sweaty face flushing with a tint of pink, “I’m sorry baby girl.”

“Don’t be,” you groan, “Because it’s fucking awesome.”

“I promise I’ll be gentler next time,” he guarantees you through heavy pants, “But right now… I need to cum… fuck, I’m so close, ___.”

“Me too,” you groan, blindly lifting your hips for more. And as a result, you’re too dazed by your need for an orgasm to process the meaning behind his words. This whole situation should be unbearably uncomfortable and weird—you’re fucking your best friend of half a decade, after all. But for some reason, it feels right. Like you were meant to have him buried in your pussy. You’ve never known what empty felt like until now that you’ve finally experienced the ecstasy of complete fullness.

Warmth is bursting at the seams of your legs, coloring your vision a rosy tint, but still, it’s not quite enough. So you slip a hand between your sweaty bodies, seeking that extra boost that will send you off the edge. But before you can rub yourself to completion, a hand knocks yours to the side.

“Let me,” Jin offers, brow wrinkled in concern as he resumes drawing circles around your clit for you. It takes you a second to recognize the emotion on his face as jealousy—over your own touch on your body. It’s so childish and yet endearing that you can’t help but laugh at his illogical reaction. However, your amusement quickly dies in your chest when Jin vindictively digs his thumb into your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, sending you catapulting towards your orgasm so fast, you experience whiplash.

“Oh my god,” you whimper as you trash from underneath him, practically bucking him off, “I’m going to cum!”

Jin moans from deep in his chest in response to your warning and leans down to suck a hickey into your neck, “Do it,” he breathlessly commands you, “Cum for me now.”

Like a puppet on a string, your body automatically obeys, and with just one last hard slam of his cock into your fluttering walls, you squeeze your eyes shut and cum all over him. The white-hot pleasure overwhelms you, filling every cell of your body with blinding light such that your mind blanks entirely. Consequently, you’re too caught up in your own pleasure to notice when Jin stiffens above you, his own release triggered by the sudden vice-like clamping of your walls over his dick. He cums noisily, grunting your name and spitting various curses as he snaps his hips back and forth, riding out his orgasm in bliss.

When he’s emptied every last bit of his hot semen inside of you, Jin finally pulls out with a deep sigh of contentment. There’s a few minutes of blessed silence where the two of you simply lie there, nuzzling into each other with soft kisses, and listening to your racing hearts slow. You feel sluggish with exhaustion in the aftermath of your orgasmic bliss. And it feels so nice to have Jin gently mouthing at your neck as he holds you close to his body, both arms looped possessively around your waist like he never wants to let you go. Your eyes feel so heavy that you can’t help but close them, as you reason with yourself that it couldn’t hurt to doze off for just a few minutes…

But of course Jin has to go and ruin the peaceful atmosphere with his big, fat mouth.

“See? I knew you were attracted to me,” he chuckles, voice muffled by your skin.

And just like that, the mood breaks and your jaw drops with indignation, “What the hell?” you angrily shove him off of you.

Bewildered by your sudden shift in mood, Jin nevertheless rolls over onto his back, “Huh? ___, what’s wrong?”

“How are you so fucking arrogant, Kim Seokjin?” you growl as you hunt for your clothes.

“What? No, I’m not!” He protests in confusion, “How is it arrogance when I’m just stating facts? You’re clearly attracted to me! Why else would you have jumped me like some kind of feral animal?!”

Your face grows hot at the unflattering reminder, “Oh my god, shut up, Jin. I must have had a minor stroke or something. I don’t know what else could have possessed me to act in that a way. I’m such a basic bitch!”

“Why are you acting this way? It was good, wasn’t it?” he asks with a touch of defensiveness.

It was more than good. It was amazing. Mind-blowing, really. But there’s no way in hell you’ll boost his ego by letting him know that. “You have a big dick, I’ll give you that. But that doesn’t mean shit.”

He colors at your insult, “And you think you’re all that? All you did was lie down and take it, ___. I might as well have been fucking a ragdoll or something.”

“Oh yeah? Well look at you, asshole. I gave you a handjob and let you fuck my pussy. And what did I get in return? Just a bruised cervix.”

Jin splutters at the complete unfairness of your words, “B-but—what are you even—I tried to reciprocate, but you wouldn’t let me!”

You choose to ignore that, “All I hear are excuses! I seriously can’t believe you, Jin. Were you honestly expecting me to fall to my knees and thank you for blessing me with your dick?”

“Why not?” he hotly shoots back, “You were literally begging me to fuck you earlier. I think you could show a bit more appreciation.”

You heat up further as you remember the shit you said in bed, but you resolutely refuse to allow any embarrassment or weakness to show in front of him, “I don’t know who you think I am, Kim Seokjin. But I’m not one of your fangirls who pray that you’ll look in their direction, and allow you to use them like disposable sex dolls. That won’t work with me. I’m more than that. Jin, you know I am,” you say, hoping that he will agree with your statement.

To your disappointment, he snorts in derision, “Yeah right. You may pretend to be all high and mighty, but I know you’re just as thirsty for this dick as the rest of them. Just admit it, babe.”

Your ego is torn to shreds, yet you make you last attempt, desperate to not let this opportunity slip past you, “I won’t be another one of your playthings, Jin. I deserve better.” There’s a brief moment of silence following your confession. You’ve wanted to say this since you first caught feelings for him all the way back during college, and the fact that you’ve finally gotten this off your chest is both liberating and completely terrifying. You know that your chances are slim at best, but you can’t help but hope against hope.

“Tch, whatever,” is Jin’s gruff response when he finally catches his breath, “Fuck you too.” And with that, he collects his clothes and stomps out of your bedroom.

You sit there for a long time after he leaves, helplessly staring after him. Not even in your wildest dreams or most frightening nightmares could you have ever predicted him reacting in this way. With all of your years of friendship, you actually believed him to care about you. So his blunt, heartless rejection is agonizing to say the least. You had expected an awkward rejection—maybe a half-assed hug and a promise that you’d find someone else at worst. But you have never witnessed such coldness from this man who you had considered to be your best friend.

Suddenly wracked with shivers, you slowly slide under the covers and pull them over your head. The remnants of his cum is still seeping out of you, sliding down your leg to stain your sheets, but you’re too numb to care. You can only lie there and stare up at the ceiling as you fight the urge to cry.

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You can’t bring yourself to crawl out of bed the next morning until nearly noon. You know that you look like a hot mess with your hair matted and eyes swollen from crying. All you want to do is grab a glass of water from the kitchen to keep from dehydration, then spend the rest of the day cooped up in your bed.

Unfortunately, as you pour yourself water in the kitchen, Lei hears the commotion from her bedroom, and hurriedly rushes out to intercept you.

“___!” She yells your name, making you cringe.

God, you really need to get your own apartment… You take another long swallow of your water before you slowly put the glass down, “…Yes?”

She places both hands on her hips, clearly upset with you for some reason you can’t fathom, “How dare you pull a stunt like that last night!”

You wince at the volume of her voice, “What do you mean?” you ask, glancing longingly past her to the open door of your bedroom.

“Don’t you even try to play dumb, ___! That stunt you pulled with Seokjin! How could you do that to me?!”

“What the hell are you even talking about?” Irritation fills you for the first time at her hypocrisy, “Maybe we were a little loud, but so what? You bring home men all the time!”

“That’s not what I’m pissed about!” She says with a childish stomp of her foot, “Are you kidding me right now, ___?!”

“Lei, I really have no idea what you’re trying to say!” you exclaim, frustrated by this situation. Why is she acting up like this when you’re already feeling so miserable?

“You can’t possibly be this dense!” she practically shrieks at you, making you heat with anger, “I don’t care if you hook up with random guys! I care if it’s Kim Seokjin!”

“Why?” You yell back, “What’s so different about that asshole?!”

“What’s so different?” Lei repeats, dumbfounded, “Are you fucking—he’s different because I liked him!”

It takes a few seconds for you to process her unexpected confession. You open your mouth, as though to reply, but your words fail you. Instead you’re left gaping at her like a fish out of water as you try to wrap your mind around this. “Wh-what?” you finally croak out, “Lei, what are you even saying?”

“Don’t even try to play dumb,” she huffs, “I know how close you are to Seokjin. I bet he told you fucking everything! That lying bastard… Can you believe he rejected me by saying that he didn’t want to ruin our friendship, but then he goes and screws around with you just a year later?!”

You’re still reeling. “Hold on,” you say as you dig your fingers into your suddenly aching temples, “I need a moment to process this…”

But Lei ignores you to continue ranting, “Seokjin is an asshole, and we all know this. I’m not surprised. And I don’t care if you’re dating now. That’s fine. I don’t even care that you guys show your sickening PDA in front of me… But to fuck the guy who you knew I liked so noisily when you knew I was home?! Now that’s actually messed up, ___.”

You wince at the accusation, “It’s not like that, Lei. I seriously didn’t know!”

Your roommate sniffs loudly, “Yeah right, bitch. I hope that you’re pleased with yourself,” and with that, she turns dramatically on her heel to march out of the apartment.

“Wait, where are you going?!” You anxiously call after her.

“To fuck Jung Hoseok!” She informs you with a perfect flick of her long curls over a shoulder.

You flinch in shock, “Wait, you’ve fucked him too?”

“I guess he got tired of waiting for you,” she snickers before she slams the door shut.

You stare at the front door for a few seconds, contemplating your next course of action. What you really want to do is chase after your roommate and clarify this huge misunderstanding with her, but it’s clear that she won’t be receptive to anything you’re saying right now. So you decide to put that problem on the backburner. But for the meantime…

Your expression darkens as you pull out your phone to scroll to Jin’s contact. Done with being sad, your tears have all dried up and now you’re just pissed. Time to get some answers from this shady fuckboi.

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“Oh,” Jin’s eyes widen at the sight of you on his front door step less than half an hour later, “___... when you said that we needed to talk over the phone earlier, I didn’t realize that you meant in person… and right now.”

“Why? Is not a bad time?”

He shakes his head and moves out of the way, “No, please come in.”

You remove your shoes at the entrance before slowly walking across the vast apartment and taking a careful seat on his expensive leather couch. He lives by himself in a luxury apartment tower in the heart of the city. This is what happens when you don’t make the poor decision of entering a six-year doctoral program and living in near-poverty conditions until you’re thirty. Must be nice…

“How did you even get in here?” Jin asks as he pops open two beers from the fridge and hands you one.

You gratefully accept the icy beverage, “The security guard let me in.”

“What? Why?!”

You shrug as you take a sip, “I dunno. He seems to think that I live with you.”

“Oh… That’s weird.”

“Yeah…”

Things between the two of you are still awkward from the events of last night. All you can think about when you look at him is how good he looked in your bed, drenched in sweat and swollen red lips parted in pleasure. But the heat rising in your blood quickly chills over when you remember the way he had rejected you and crushed your ego mere moments afterwards.

“I had a really interesting discussion with Lei earlier today,” you say as you take another cautious sip of your beer.

“Oh?” His eyebrows raise in surprise, “About what?”

“About something that transpired between the two of you last year…”

“Oh…?” He folds his hands awkwardly in his lap, and it might just be your imagination, but does he suddenly look nervous?

You twist in your seat to face him, “Jin… why didn’t you tell me that Lei asked you out?”

His face blanches at the accusation and it seems like he wants to deny it at first, but thinks better of it, “I… I just… I mean, I didn’t see the importance of bringing up something like that…”

“How is it not important?” You snap back, temper rising, “Lei is my roommate. And you’re supposed to be my best friend! How could you have kept such a thing from me?”

He shrugs and drops his gaze to his lap, clearly abashed, “I dunno… It just wasn’t a big deal…”

“Of course it’s a big deal!” You practically yell at him, horrified by his heartlessness, “And to fool around with me in front of her when you knew she liked you?! How could you have done such a thing?!”

His ears are flushed pink at this point, “You’re right. I’m an asshole. I deserve this…”

But his apology still doesn’t explain shit. “You’re not normally like this!” You exclaim in frustration, “Why are you acting all shady and weird?! This isn’t like you!”

He shrugs again, unable to make eye contact at this point even if he wanted to. His broad form is shriveled up with shame, making him look like a little boy caught stealing. “I don’t know…”

That answer isn’t good enough, “Cut the bullshit, Kim Seokjin!” you growl at him, “And just tell me, once and for all: Why didn’t you tell me about Lei?!”

He chews his plush bottom lip for a few seconds as he mulls over his answer, “Because I didn’t want to,” he finally admits.

You’re practically tearing out your hair at this point, “And why’s that?!”

“I just didn’t want to!”

“Why the fuck not?!”

“Because I was afraid that you would never date me if you knew!”

The confession hits you like a slap of icy water in the face. It’s so unexpected, so completely disorienting that you can’t even wrap your mind around it. For a moment, you fear that you’ve misunderstood, “…What did you say?”

Jin’s entire face is as red as a tomato with embarrassment, but with enormous courage, he forces himself to venture on, “You’re a loyal person, ___,” he says in a small voice, “I’ve known you for five years now, and I know that you value your friendships above all else… Chicks over dicks, right?” he says with a humorless chuckle, “I knew that if you ever found out about Lei having feelings for me, that I’d be off-limits. And then I’d never have a chance with you!”

Oh god… What is he even saying right now? Could the great Kim Seokjin, the ultimate playboy with girls throwing themselves at his feet, begging for a chance, actually have feelings for you…? This can’t be real. “Jin…” you whisper his name, “Do you… do you like me?”

He winces at your question and buries his burning hot face in his hands, unable to respond except for a stiff nod of his head, “More than that…” he finally manages to choke out.

Your world spins dizzily around you, and you’re grateful that you’re sitting, otherwise you might have fallen over with the way your knees suddenly weaken to mush. “B-but… but why haven’t you ever said anything to me?” You croak, trying to process this bewildering situation, but it still feels like you’re in a dream.

“And get my heart broken?” he snorts, derisive, “No thank you.”

“How are you so positive that I’d reject you?” You ask, looking up at him in confusion.

“Are you serious, ___?” he says in astonishment, “You’re the one who tells me every day how you’re not attracted to me. And that you only see me as a friend.”

You flush at the accuracy of his words, “Yes, but that’s because you’re a fuckboy! All you do is hookup, and you don’t care for relationships.”

“Maybe that’s because I’ve been waiting for the right one.”

That statement takes your breath away, “But… b-but,” you stammer, “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why does it matter?” he bitterly counters, “You never reciprocated my feelings, and I’m not good enough for you, so why bother?”

“What?!” you explode at that. You’ve never heard anything so untrue. “What the hell are you talking about?! No one said that!”

“You have!”

Your face scrunches into a deep scowl, “What the fuck? No way! I would never say something like that!”

“Are you kidding me?! ___, you literally just said this to my face last night!”

“I did not! Do you have listening comprehension problems or something? Because there’s no way I would ever—”

“ ‘I deserve better’,” He spits out, quoting you word-for-word, “I get it… And I agree, okay? You do deserve someone better than me. But saying that to me like ten minutes after my dream of getting to touch you finally came true… That was too cruel, ___. Even you have to admit that.”

You’re so taken aback by his rant that you can’t even speak for the next few seconds. All this time… through the past five years of friendship and secret longing… this was all due to a simple misunderstanding? For a frightening moment, you fear that you might cry.

“Jin,” you whisper in a strained tone when you finally find your voice again. He peeks up at you in curiosity. You take a deep breath to stay calm, then firmly place both hands on his shoulders, forcing him to look you straight in the eyes. You won’t tolerate any misunderstandings this time. “Jin,” you say his name again, your voice clear and firm this time.

“Yes?” He says, looking up with a glint of hope shining in his eyes.

You squeeze his shoulders, and without breaking eye contact you say in the most serious tone you can muster, “You are the dumbest motherfucker I have ever met.”

His face crumples at once, “What?!”

You ignore his offended expression and tighten your grip in his broad shoulders, “You have no language comprehension skills whatsoever, and I fear that you might be illiterate,” you inform him with a straight face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Jin exclaims, bewildered by your unexpected attack, but offended nonetheless, “I’m smarter than you, at least!”

You shake your head while kindly reaching a hand up to stroke his handsome face, “God must have invested all his time in your face, and forgotten about your brain, you dumb son of a bitch.”

He sits up with indignation, “Look at who can’t even write a simple line of code! I do all your homework for you, you idiot! How dare you call me stupid when you couldn’t survive grad school without my help?! If I’m illiterate, then you’re—”

You cut him off with a rough kiss that momentarily takes his breath away.

Instantly, the anger slides off his face, replaced with something much softer. Jin slowly runs his tongue over his lips and looks up at you with dreamy, half-lidded eyes, “It’s not fair for you to kiss me like that when you want me to shut up… Especially when you know how I feel about you.”

You playfully flick his nose in response, “It’s not my fault that you’re too dumb to realize that I’ve been in love with you since our second year of uni.”

His subsequent reaction is so hilarious that you wished you thought to capture it on film. With his doe eyes bulging, jaw dropping, eyebrows shooting into his hairline, Jin looks like a clown or some kind of slapstick comedian and you can’t help but giggle at his reaction, “You’re so silly.”

That snaps him out of it, “Why am I the one who gets all the blame?!” He exclaims in indignation, “You’re just as dumb as me, if not more! Why would you insist that you weren’t attracted to me?! What did you expect?! For me to try to make a move, thinking that you would never reciprocate? If I’m dumb, then you literally have an IQ of fifty!”

“How am I dumber than you?” you gasp, “You can’t understand spoken language!”

“Yeah? Well you can’t talk!” he shoots back, “ ‘I deserve better.’ How did you expect someone to interpret such a vague statement?! How can you criticize someone for misunderstanding when you can’t even speak properly?!”

His neck is turning red with anger, the veins bulging and his eyes as wide as a frog’s. You open your mouth to berate him, but instead burst into laughter, “Oh my god,” you choke out between semi-hysterical sobs, “How am I in love with such a crazy madman?!”

He pauses at that, “Wait… you’re in love with me?”

“Yeah, dumbass. If you didn’t have the language comprehension skills of a seven-year-old, you’d realize that when I said ‘I deserve better,’ I meant that I wanted to mean more to you than just a hookup…”

He falls silent at that, mouth forming a perfect “O” of realization. “…That does make a lot more sense…”

“Yup…” And with that, you pull out your phone to rapidly type out a text message.

Jin looks at you with a pout, “Wow, you confessed your feelings not even a minute ago and you’re already on your phone! Is this what our future relationship will look like?!”

You glance up from your phone to shoot him a wry grin, “Calm down, you needy child. I’m just texting my friend who recently got licensed as a neuropsychologist. We’re getting tested for our first date,” you say as you affectionately ruffle his black bangs.

Jin’s eyebrows shoot up with surprise, “Why? You know we’re both clean—we literally had sex yesterday!”

“We’re not getting tested for that,” you chuckle, “I’m setting up an intelligence assessment… So I can prove that my IQ is higher than yours, once and for all!”

His jaw drops at that unexpected turn of things, “You’re insane!”

“Am I?” you shoot back, “Or are you just chicken?”

He shakes his head with reluctant amusement, “Fine. Let’s do this. But how are you going to explain to our future children that you brought their father to take a fucking IQ test to prove a point for their first date…? Whatever,” he says with a scoff, “Please hand me that dictionary on the coffee table.”

“…Future children?” you numbly repeat, even as you follow his instructions. Then you quickly snap yourself out of it, “Wait, what are you doing with that dictionary?”

“Studying up,” is his curt reply, “I have to beat you at the test to prove to you how dumb you really are.”

Gasping with indignation, you quickly drape yourself over his shoulders to ogle at the small print of the book in his hands, “You’re on, asshole!” And with that, you reach over him to rapidly flip through the dictionary, trying to disorient him while soaking in as much information as possible.

This whole situation is ridiculous. It’s unbelievably childish and you should be ashamed of this type of behavior at your age… Yet, when Jin briefly turns his head to press a kiss against your cheek before evilly blocking your view of the dictionary, you can’t help but smile. Because as immature and absurd as this situation may be, for some crazy reason it feels right.

“You’re also going to write Lei a heartfelt apology letter for your behavior,” you say with a little nip at his ear.

He stiffens at the reminder, his neck flushing with embarrassment, “Yes, of course. I’ll go and do it right now.”

But you stop him with a hand on his thigh, “It can wait until the morning,” you inform him, “But for now…” you rub your palm over the bulge forming down his left pant leg. “I promise I’ll be patient this time.”

Jin’s eyes are heavily dilated when he twists around on the couch to look at you, “You better,” he says in a quiet, rumbling voice, “Because this time, I intend on enjoying you.”

Your pulse quickens and liquid heat fills the pit of your stomach. Because for some reason, his words sound like a warning… “Yes, please,” you say in a hushed whisper, eyes as round as saucers.

“And this time, you wouldn’t dare accuse me of not reciprocating,” he murmurs, hot breath fanning across your face, “I’m going to eat you out until you fucking beg me to stop.”

“Oh God,” you croak, arousal dampening your underwear at the very thought.

“No,” he smirks, “Just call me ‘Jin’.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as you slowly process his lame joke. Then—“Oh my god, Jin!” You groan as you shove his face away from yours, “Way to ruin the mood, dumbass!”

“Wait, what? No! Come on, ___, you know that was hot!” he says, lowkey panicking as he tries to reach for him again.

You simply sigh as you situate yourself on the couch with your legs spread, “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Just start eating me out so I don’t have to listen to your dumb dad jokes any longer.”

“Yah! How dare you?! I’ll have you know that hundreds—no, thousands of girls would have killed to—”

“Shut up and get to work,” you bark with a rough tug of his hair.

Chastened, he instantly drops to his knees, “…Yes ma’am!”

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Author’s Note: Please don’t ask me about any sequels or updates! This is solely a one-shot and will not be continued :) But I’d love any feedback!

#jin smut #seokjin smut #bts smut #bts scenarios #jin scenarios #jin scenario #i started writing this during my finals week #and i STILL remember how irritated i was!!!!#guys plz be respectful towards ur roommates!#also i apologize in advance for the crack nonsense in this fic #i cant even explain it myself lmao

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