#for the bathroom I am thinking of going with romantic couples tenderly holding each other (like Klimt’s the kiss)

[red-winters]

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[one-boring-person]

You Asked For It.

John Spartan x reader

Warnings: sexual themes heavily implied, some injury detail, swearing

Context: John has to teach the reader a few things ;)

A/n: this wasn't what I originally had in mind to write, but it happened, so here it is!

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"Is that a punch bag?" John sounds mildly surprised as he steps in behind me, eyeing my domicile with interest. 

Glancing over at the looming shape, I smile fondly and go further into the room, calling out for the lights as I go, illuminating the poster-laden walls and memorabilia-filled shelves. I grin, gesturing to a particular wall, where a very familiar poster is stuck to the wall, the trinkets placed meticulously on the shelf well-known to the other cop.

"It is. I watched a couple of Rocky movies and got into boxing." I shrug, for once glad that my double life between Cocteau's world and Friendly's rebellion has meant my speech is more like John's.

"You like Rocky?" He questions again, turning an amused smirk on me, "You've got taste."

"Thanks." I chuckle, ignoring the flush of heat rising to my cheeks, "Do you want anything to eat or drink? I still only have the old stuff, though."

"No, I'm good, thanks. Could use the bathroom, though." He declines, removing his hat and placing it on the table to his left, leaving his stun baton with it.

"Just over there." I point to the room, smiling shyly as he thanks me and goes into it, the doors closing behind him smoothly.

Left to myself, I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding, before I collect myself and move off towards my wardrobe of clothes, swiftly picking something out. Stripping off, I change into these clothes, feeling slightly more at ease as I throw my uniform into a pile, trying my best to calm my racing pulse. The sensations I feel with John around are new and inexplicable, nothing I've ever experienced before, despite my spending half of my life down in the sewers with men and women who didn't abide by Cocteau's rules.

Uncomfortable, I go back over to the table, picking up John's hat as I approach, carefully running my fingers over the soft fabric. It's his old beret, the one from before he was incarcerated in the cryoprison. He insists on wearing it now that our police department has been retrained into a more competent faction, saying it feels better than our own uniform caps. Touching it now, I can see why he might think that - it's one of his only links to the time he came from.

"You alright, (Y/n)?" John's rough voice interrupts my thoughts, snapping me from my reverie as I spring back, dropping the hat with a sharp swallow.

"Y-yes, sorry." I stammer, running a hand through my hair as I try to regain my composure.

John lifts an eyebrow but doesn't push it, watching as I go to the side and take out  a bottle of water, idly punching the punch bag as I step past it, the action pure instinct by now. It rattles loudly on its chain, swinging back and forth from the blow, slowly coming to a halt again as I return to the main room.

"So how long have you been boxing?" John questions me, following me and taking a seat in the square depression in the floor, watching as I sit opposite him.

"Oh, about four years? Maybe longer." I inform him, flexing my hand absentmindedly.

"Four years? Damn, you must be good." He praises, rolling his eyes when the machine by the door buzzes at the sound of his words.

Blushing, I take a sip of water before replying.

"I guess so." I chuckle, embarrassed by the focus on me.

"Is that what happened to your knuckles?" John asks me, gesturing to my hands.

"My knuckles?" I frown, confused.

"Yeah, I noticed you have quite a few scars on your knuckles." He explains, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, right. Yes, the scars are from the boxing." I confirm, placing the bottle down to rub a finger over the ugly scar tissue, "When I started, I never used anything to protect my hands. Eventually it started to hurt, and got pretty bad, so I started wearing gloves."

He nods at this, leaning over with his own hand outstretched, glancing up at me for permission. I nod, offering my arm to him as he gets up and comes to sit beside me. Taking my hand carefully in his, he waits for me to relax into his touch before he starts to softly caress the marks, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. My breath hitches in my throat from his secure grip, my lip pulling between my teeth as I relish the feeling of having him so close to me after so long of having next to no physical contact from another person.

Having noticed my sharp intake of air, John pulls back slightly, lidded eyes flicking up to meet mine.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks quietly, voice somewhat huskier now that he's in closer quarters.

"N-no, it feels...nice…" I admit, turning my face away out of embarrassment again.

After a moment, I feel his fingers gently press against my chin, my eyes widening as he tilts my face towards him.

"Don't be embarrassed, (Y/n). This kinda shit is normal." He hums, lightly caressing my jawline with his thumb as the machine across the room buzzes again.

"R-really?" I stutter, unable to think straight with the feelings his thumb is now stirring up.

"Yeah. Totally normal." He leans closer, our proximity so near now that I can breathe in his comforting scent with each breath, a sense of relaxation flooding me. 

Inexplicably, I become aware of an urge within me, my body wanting nothing more than to lean into him and press itself against his muscular frame, my hands almost itching to smooth over the taut plains of skin I know to be underneath his tight-fitting uniform. Subconsciously, I swallow dryly, still held captive by his dark stare, only now noticing how his pupils have darkened, nearly swallowing the deep brown of his irises.

"Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?" John suddenly asks, his breath fanning out over my face as he speaks, his voice dropping an octave as he watches me for a reaction.

Nerves suddenly explode within me, my eyes widening in panic.

"I, err, um…I've never…" I stumble over my words, flustered by his request, wanting to say yes, but terrified I'll disappoint him.

"You've never kissed anyone? I figured." He chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating through me as he gently reaches around to grip my hip, "I also figured you'd want to learn."

And with that, he drops his other hand to my waist and pulls me over to him, easily manoeuvring me into his lap. Squeaking in surprise, I feel my hands fall to his chest, my legs instinctively wrapping around his lithe waist as he presses himself against me. His fingers gently run over my back, one of his hands coming up to cup my face, pulling it closer to him, our lips brushing ever so lightly against each other.

Tenderly, John presses his mouth to mine, the action careful and caring, allowing me space to pull back if I want to. Unsure of what to do, I allow my instincts to take over, glad now that I watched Huxley's movie collection with her, remembering how some of the romantic scenes in those played out. Moving hesitantly with him, I kiss back, heat rushing through me as my heart pounds loudly in my ears, my hands gingerly moving up to cars through his dark hair. Smiling slightly, he pulls me closer, kissing a little harder as my eyes fall closed, pleasure flooding me, my body relaxing into John's grip. He sweeps his large hands up my body, rubbing my back reassuringly as he pulls back for air, watching me closely again.

"How was that?" He husks, licking his lips.

"Amazing…" Is all I can manage, breathless from the kiss, my heart still racing.

"Good." John grins, leaning in to kiss me again, holding me tightly against him as his lips smooth over mine, a groan escaping him as I accidentally pull on his hair, "Careful, or kissing won't be the only new thing you'll try tonight."

The promise behind his words makes me gulp, an odd desire sparking to life within me as his hands slide down to cup my ass, using it to pull me closer to his torso. Curiously, I let my hips jump forwards a little, relishing in the way his hands tighten around me and a guttural groan falls from his lips.

"Alright, you asked for it." He growls playfully, a smirk on his lips.

All of a sudden, I find myself on my back, the dark haired man hovering over me briefly before he plasters his lips over mine again, grinding his hips down onto mine. From the new sensation, I can't help the moan that escapes me, every new sensation unfamiliar to me yet so very welcome. Chuckling, John pulls away and kisses down my neck, mouthing at my pulse as he goes, drawing louder sounds from me.

"You're gonna love this." He promises me, speaking against my skin.

A low shiver goes through my body at his words.

[dean-winchesters-gardian-angel]

The Same Bed - Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Friends are there to help each other out, but can they help falling for each other when all the long days they spend together turn into late nights they have and their reliance on each other.

Word count: 2044

Warnings: Fluff, angst, blood, description of injury, swearing, heated scene, slow burn.

A/N: “Welcome to the end” as chuck so bluntly put it. This is the last chapter of The Same Bed and as exited as I am for the story to conclude and for you all read it, I am as much saddened by its departure. It’s been a highlight of my week. I love Fridays but to me it’s as mch because of the weekend as it is because of my posting the next chapter. You have all been so kind and your reactions to this story are so heartening but alas this is the end. Not to say there wont be more to come ;) So for the last time on The Same Bed; Read it, enjoy and I’ll see you on the other side. There’s a tag list, so be sure to tell me if you want in, as well as a masterlist so be sure to check it out. As are all that came before; Unbeta’d all mistakes are mine.

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They sat in the bathroom without a word while Y/N pulled the glass from his palm. The occasional flinch would draw her attention up to his face. His eyes were half-closed all cockiness washed away. This was the Dean no one else got to see. The Dean that was allowed to feel pain even if from the comparatively small cuts on his hand though to anyone else they were considered bad and warranted a visit to the hospitable for stitches. This Dean didn’t use all his energy blocking out natural reaction to stimulus or emotions. This was Y/Ns Dean.

Y/N was delicate as one could be when removing glass from an open wound. She cleaned his lacerations with alcohol holding it over the sink as the reddened liquid pooled in his palm and streamed along his skin, dripping off the back of his hand. She rinsed off his hand and dried it before taking a bandage wrap from the kit and spinning it around his hand. Tapping the ends securely, she looked up at him. Y/N cupped his face urging him to look at her but as a result, Dean squeezed his eyes shut leaning into her hold, before pulling away avoiding her gaze.

“We should go to bed.” Dean nodded acknowledging her whisper. She followed Dean back to his room. He picked up the glass on the floor and nightstand as she watched him from the doorway. She took a step forward.

“You can’t stay here.” Y/N scoffed as Dean hardly even glanced over his shoulder moving the glass into the little garbage can next to the nightstand.

“Why the hell not? I don’t care how much you hate me, Dean, I’m just trying to help you.”

“I don’t hate you…”

“Seriously? You can’t even look at me god damn it! Dean what have I done to you other than support you! I don’t deserve this! You kick me out! You ignore me! You have no right to treat me this way!  I helped with your nightmares! With anything you asked me to and even when you don’t ask me to, I’m there for you Dean! I deserve an explanation! That's the very least I deserve!” Dean spun around quick as a wink. He’s been expecting this but nonetheless hoped they’d manage to avoid it. He had scripted what he’d say though apparently, he subconsciously knew what he truly wanted to say because given the opportunity he went off.

“Because I fell in love with you! I was better off pushing you away and hurting you myself than risk losing you because I was too caught up with loving you. To get distracted and miss something on a hunt! Or have some demon take you and hurt you to get to me! I had to push you away because I fell in love with you!”

“That makes two of us Dean! You think you’re the only one with feelings! You really think pushing me away is going to stop me from getting hurt!? And you’re hardly careless enough to miss something on a hunt because you were distracted by me! Also, how dare you blame me for that Dean, what you’re saying is utter bullshit! God, I just want to punch you right now, knock a little sense in into that brain of yours, you’re being so stupid! You’re also not the only one with enemies! I’ve killed countless demons! Maybe you’ll be the one taken and tortured to get to me huh! Ever think of that! I’m not asking for a goddamn marriage proposal Dean! I want my friend back! I want you back Dean you have no idea how much I miss you!”

“‘That makes two of us?’ You’re in love with me too?” Dean was looking down at his aching palm, holding it in his healthy hand.

“Did you completely ignore everything I just said after that?” 

“No, no I heard you, and you’re right. I have no excuse for the way I treated you and you do deserve better. And God did I miss you too. I’m really, truly sorry.”

“Good, you should be.” He could hear the smile on her lips before he looked up to see it. “That’s the most ridiculous reason I’ve ever heard for pushing someone away by the way.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Also, really unfair.” The smile was gone again.

“I know.” She laughed softly.

“Dean you realize I’ve loved you for -- jeez -- for forever. Notice I didn’t push you away when I became aware of it.”

“Forever? Like since we met?”

“Yeah, and I still outlasted you before turning into a complete dick.” Dean chuckled looking up to the women he now openly loved. She had moved closer to him and the door had been closed.

“Yeah, I was really just sick of you being so nice but look at you know.” His words were laced with sarcasm as he smirked, awaiting her reaction.

“Well, you did say you loved me so I guess I can stop now.” She took a step closer just as Dean did.

“It was that spaghetti sauce you made. I love a woman who can cook.” Another step closer.

“That, I must say, is one of your more sexist comments.” She reached for his hips pulling him against her body.

“Well, I guess since I’ve made one, I might as well make another. You’re mine.” His hands came to her cheeks as his eyes bore into her own.

“That’s not sexist, that just possessive.” Y/N had never been one to welcome possession in that way. She was her own person and would be treated as such, but the way Dean said it didn’t imply possession or ownership, it implied protection. He was promising that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and she knew he would.

“I mean it though, you’re mine.”

“As long as you’re mine.” Dean didn’t waste any time, responding with a strong, insistent kiss. His demands were met as she pressed her lips against his. Their moves were synchronized, hands sliding over shoulders and under shirts, feet ambitiously stepping towards the bed, lips sucking on whatever skin they could get at, eyes closed as the verbal communication had been put to a minimum, all words translated into touches. Dean backed his way to the bed dropping his weight gracefully while still holding Y/N as she braced herself on her hands on each side of Dean's shoulders. Y/N moaned into the kiss as she straddled Dean's hips, moving her hand under the hem of his shirt sliding them over his taut torso. They parted, catching their breath as she rested her forehead on his breathing heavily, eyes squeezed shut, with a smile.

“Dean.”

“I know,” He opened his eyes brushing her hair from hers to look into them. “hunt tomorrow.” She smiled holding back a giggle.

“I was really hoping you would forget about that and just kiss me again.”

“I still can.” He leaned up capturing her lips with his. “We really should sleep though.”

“I know but,” She kisses him again working her hands over his body “I really don’t want to.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said as he sat up holding her in his lap kissing her once more. “I really, really want to, but there’s this part of me that wants to do this properly.” He brushed more hair from her face to behind her ear cupping her cheek.

“Properly?”

“A date, dinner, a movie maybe.”

She chuckled. “That’s lame. But I accept.”

“You realize you’re the cheese ball romantic who forced me to watch Grease.”

“Not anymore, mister ‘I don’t sleep with a girl before I take her out.’ Also, you love Grease.” He kissed her again acting as though he couldn’t get enough of her, which, had she asked him, was true.

“Sleep then?” She asked.

“Yes, please. Haven’t slept properly in two nights.”

“How’s your hand?” They shuffled around in the bed to be in their respective spots.

“It’ll be fine. Thank you by the way, for taking care of me even when I really didn’t deserve your kindness.”

“Just promise me you won’t push me when I try to help you next time, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, it's my turn to help you.”

“You know,” She lifted her hand for him to take which he did only to pull her over into his arms. “to be fair you had the opportunity to help me a couple of seconds ago, but you turned me down.” There was a smirk on her face as she looked up to him from his chest.

“Oh, don’t you worry your little head about that. I’ll make sure you get all the help you need…and more” He winked at her before kissing the top of her head as they did their collective best to fall asleep.

“Dean?”

“Mmm.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Course.”

“What are your nightmares about?” There was a substantially long pause in which Y/N considered telling Dean not to worry about telling her if he didn’t want to but he finally answer. Though it was a whisper, it rang through the room being the only sound to be heard.

“They used to be of my mum, or Sammy getting hurt.”

“And now?”

“You.”

“I’m not that scary am I?” Fully aware that that wasn’t why him dreaming of her was scary, Y/N rubbed his chest with her hand in a reassuring manner. She managed to get a chuckle out of him though.

“No…you dying. I’ve lost you thousands of times in thousands of different ways. And I’m never able to save you.” He stopped there fearing he’d sob if he kept going, nevertheless losing the battle against a single tear that ran its path on the side of his face. Y/N turned gently in his grip holding his face against her hand to kiss him tenderly.

“I’m not going anywhere, Winchester… Promise.”

“You can’t promise something like that.”

“Sure, I can. I just did, didn’t I?”

“Y/N—“ “Dean. Stop worrying, just stop. Let it all go. I’m right here, I’m in your arms, alive and safe. Stop worrying about what could happen, be thankful for what you have. With the life we live Dean, it’s the only realistic way of being happy.” Dean took what she said to heart though it would inevitably be hard to follow through.

“I promise to try.”

“That’s all I ask… me huh... you dream about me.” Y/N was flattered though unmistakably hurting on behalf of Dean.

“What can I say, I’m hopelessly devoted to you.”

“I knew you love that movie, and don’t even try to deny it Dean-o”

“Still sounds stupid.” Dean said with his eyes closed referring to his nickname.

“Good” There was a giggle before they settled. With one last kiss she rested her head over his heart and fell asleep closely followed by Dean.

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They never go to ‘properly’, instead, agreeing, after a not so long talk, that they had had enough dinners and movie nights to last a lifetime— though they wouldn’t write off their traditional movie night. In reality, they were both too impatient after sleeping in the same bed, the sexual tension had become tangible. They had also come to an agreement to continue sharing the same bed seeing as it was the only way either would sleep properly, holding hands of course. Y/N had gotten hurt on multiple occasions and Dean naturally blamed himself. Meanwhile, Y/N didn’t give in to his behaviour; telling him to grow up and that ‘Shit happens’ as she politely put it before telling Dean to get the first aid kit or back in bed seeing as he always picked the topic back up before going to sleep. Dean had also gotten hurt on several occasions as well, though Y/N would help him without a word. Y/N didn’t care about how many times she would get hurt and Dean was the same with himself. They were both happy at the end of the day, as long as they got to fall asleep in the same bed.

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A/N: I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been here since the beginning as much as those who have join since; I appreciate you all.

I had so much fun writing this story and even more fun having you read it. I’ve gotten so much love out of writing this and it’s thanks to my readers. So thank you. 

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[honeymoonjin]

bts reaction - you get harassed in front of them

A/N: done as an anonymous request. I really had fun doing this, I haven’t done one in a while! 

Jin

• I feel like jin would be one of the members that is more likely to get upset than angry

• He hates that a so-called fan would run up to you and slap you on the ass after jin was kind enough to let him take a selfie with the two of you

• He hates even more that there’s nothing he can do except make sure you’re okay

• He makes some excuse to the boys to leave early, and you have to drive him home, wincing at his sullen expression

• When you get inside the dorm, all he wants to do is snuggle up with you and watch some Gordon ramsey reality show

• After a few hours, when the other boys start returning and it gets late, he notices you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder, so he carries you to his bed to make sure you won’t wake up with their noise

• As you sleep, he gets out his phone and scrolls through twitter, too riled up to sleep

• A video of the encounter is trending, and he notices the outpouring of support for you among army, notably the top hashtag in south korea is “respecting bts means #respectingy/n”

• He also sees all the grainy, low-quality screencaps and fan-taken photos of his upset face after the event, with army jumping to send their messages of love to him and you and hate to the male army who thought this was okay

• Each one of the members comes in, some one-at-a-time, some in pairs, to wish you well and hope that jin got a good night’s sleep

• Yoongi even sends taehyung to give him some leftover soup that he had prepared for the others for dinner in jin’s absence

• When jin finally lays down to sleep he spoons you and holds on tighter than he ever has, needing your comforting presence and touch to relax him

Yoongi

• Yoongi is an extremely blunt guy, so when a man approaches the two of you and blatantly flirts with you, he asks him to leave and says you’re taken

• The guy screws his face up and says that you’re ugly anyway and you have terrible tits, followed by him grabbing onto one of said tits and giving it a rough squeeze

• Yoongi immediately jumps up once you bat the guy’s hand away and rub away the ache, and again tells him to leave

• hoseok automatically turns to you to lead you away from the scene and comfort you while yoongi confronts the guy

• since they’re out in public, bts were still being accompanied from a distance by some security personnel, and they rush forward once the man reaches out and shoves yoongi

• yoongi doesn’t swing back, but instead storms moodily back to you as the guards drag the man away

• he tells you you need to stay with the members at all times (since he knows you were eying up the ice cream cart down the beach) and throws you his shirt to cover up

• he loves your body and thinks you should have the freedom to wear whatever clothes you want, but he also feels uncomfortable with the way guys look at you, and this is the last straw for him

• throughout the afternoon, some of the boys come and go, splashing in the waves, getting food, the maknaes even build a sandcastle with a moat, but yoongi keeps you by the bighit umbrella, close to the staff and somewhat away from the crowds

• you don’t complain, knowing that he’s just worried about you, but it is kind of boring just chilling, so you start kissing his neck, and running your hand up his thigh, anything to get him in the mood

• his testosterone is clearly still raging from before, because in no time at all he’s growling into your ear, “you’re mine, baby girl” and lifting you onto his lap, facing him

• under the shade of the sun umbrella, he pulls your bikini shorts to one side and fingers you until you bury your face in his neck and quietly come on his fingers

• he pulls them out of you, licks them clean and tells the staff to let his members know the two of you are going home

Hoseok

• it happens as you’re leaving the public bathrooms, so you keep your cool and don’t bother telling hoseok then and there, knowing he’ll only freak out

• he notices your change in demeanor and asks you a couple times if you’re okay

• you keep deflecting him until you get home at the end of the day, and you admit that a guy had approached you and tried to put his hand up your sundress and feel you up

• hoseok’s sweet, concerned attitude drops and his face hardens

• “you should’ve told me, jagiya. Then I could’ve gone up to him and shown him what he gets for touching someone without their permission”

• “this is why I didn’t tell you, hobi. I knew you’d react like this.”

• “is that right? Well, I’ll show you how I react”

• You regret not telling him about two hours later, when you’re pinned beneath him and begging him to let you come

• “hearing that a man harassed you makes me very angry, y/n. if you had told me, I would’ve got my anger out on him, but now we’re alone and I have to take my frustrations out on you, do you understand?”

• It’s a long night, and you’re exhausted by the time you tuck yourself under the sheets and snuggle up against him

• His dominating personality has finally left him, and he kisses you softly, admitting in the silence of the night that he was just scared that something worse would happen and you wouldn’t tell him

• You promise you’ll be more upfront in the future, and he sighs contentedly, falling asleep with an arm wrapped loosely around you

Namjoon

• If you saw that clip of joon cocking his eyebrow at the press conference the other day you know exactly what the fuck im talking about

• Sweet boy namjoon was just enjoying his day out with you and the boys, but some asshole had to come up and pull at the string of your swimwear bottoms, causing it to just about fall off you

• This means war, and dom joon comes out to play

• He dumps a picnic blanket over your lap while you fix the knot and leaves his band members to look after you as he goes off after the guy

• You can’t hear what he says, and you can see he’s not being physically aggressive, but the look on his face has you feeling all kinds of ways

• The asshole goes pale, holds his hands up in surrender and jogs off

• When namjoon comes back and sits with you all again, everyone asks him what he says but he just tenses his jaw and shakes his head

• He’s in a shitty mood for the rest of the day but doesn’t do anything else

• At least not until you get home

• “that man clearly didn’t understand that you were mine. I guess I’m not doing a good enough job at marking you up, now, am i?”

• By the time morning comes you can barely walk out to the kitchen, and your neck and thighs are littered with hickeys far too dark to cover with concealer

• Namjoon just looks up at you over a sip of coffee and grins

Jimin

• Jimin isn’t exactly scared of confrontation but he’s more a fan of passive aggressive tactics

• Meaning instead of going after the guy that groped your ass as he walked past, jimin will be complaining to the other members about it for the next five hours

• “it’s just so disrespectful, who even does that to a girl anymore?” “…yeah, we heard you the first time, chim.”

• Clingy jimin mode: activated

• You need to go to the bathroom? Want to go get your jacket from the car? Too bad, jimin’s glued to your side and he’s not going anywhere

• Pda turned on to the max so that he can try and assert some dominance, so you’ll be sitting on his lap on the beach the whole afternoon

• He figures nobody can grope your ass again if it’s pressed up against his dick

• Of course, he wants to make sure you’re okay, though you can tell he’s more bothered than you

• At one point, he’ll start drawing lazy circles on your thigh with his finger, or resting his chin on your bare shoulder just so that you can feel his presence

• While you laugh it off with his bandmates, he pouts and whispers into your ear, “are you really okay?” only cheering up once you insist about eight times you are

Taehyung

• He knows he shouldn’t, but when he sees the skeevy guy run up to you and shove his hands between your legs when you’re bending over in the sand to pick up a shell, taehyung throws a punch at the guy

• Security run over, but the two of you were going for a romantic walk along the coastline as the sun set, and you were a wee bit away

• You stand up with a shocked squeal and watch in horror as taehyung’s fist catches the guys jaw dead-on, sending him flying

• As the man is sprawled out on the wet send, taehyung stares at his own hand in shock, beginning to hastily apologize to the man for hurting him, even though that man had just assaulted you

• He never meant to be violent, and he’s flooded with shame when security does catch up and lift the guy off of the ground. He can see the way the man’s bottom lip is split and bleeding, and he feels overwhelmingly guilty

• You’re patting him on the cheek and asking if he’s okay, even though he should really be asking you that, but he allows himself to rest his chin on the top of your head when you pull him into a tight embrace

• You thank him profusely for defending him, but you can tell how terrible he feels, especially when the boys run over and Jungkook starts cheering him on for that ‘sick blow’

• He becomes quiet and pensive for the afternoon, and you stick by his side, putting on the shorts and tee you had arrived in and leaning on his shoulder as he stared out onto the horizon

• You knew he was analyzing his reaction and wondering where that violent streak came from, since he had never really been a possessive boyfriend in the past

• After a few hours of solemn silence, you call over jin and tell him that you’re going to take taehyung home

• He’s still deep in thought even as he walks inside and collapses on the couch, so you run a bath and lead him in, sitting in front of him with your hands on either side of his face, pushing back his floppy bangs tenderly

• He zones back in once you press your lips to his, and the two of you make love in the bath passionately and in no hurry

• Once the two of you finish, he starts to become a bit more lucid, and although he’s still quiet, he cheers up a bit when you join the other members as they return, the eight of you watching one of taehyung’s favorite animes for the millionth time

Jungkook

• Jungkook can sometimes be the cockiest guy on the planet, but when it comes to real life situations, especially with strangers, he’s totally out of his depth

• He’s not actually with you when it happens, but instead looking for crabs along the wet surf with namjoon

• Namjoon jabs him on the shoulder and points, and he looks over to see you in a heated argument with a man he doesn’t recognize

• He runs over immediately, but by the time he gets to you and asks what’s happened security has already broken up the fight and made the man leave

• You tell him in a rage that the guy had asked you out, and then slung his arm around your waist and tried to pull you into an embrace when you said no, saying he ‘only wanted a hug’

• Jungkook stares off at the guy being escorted away with a dumbfounded look on his face

• He doesn’t really know what to do to help you, especially since you seem to be absolutely furious rather than hurt or scared

• He just keeps apologizing and offers for the two of you to go home

• You shake your head and tell him you want to stay and have some more fun while it’s nice and warm, so he reluctantly agrees, but while you’re topping up your sunscreen, you catch him running around all his hyungs, whispering in their ear and looking over at you

• You obviously can’t hear what he’s saying, but for the rest of the day you notice how there’s always at least two members around you, and they seem to be being extra nice

• Taehyung doesn’t splash you, even after you do it to him, hoseok doesn’t do that thing he always does where he jabs you in the ribs when you’re not looking, and yoongi offers to share the hot chips he brought from the little food truck in the parking lot

• Jungkook himself is also extra nice, and you think you must’ve caught him staring at you a million times today, making sure you’re alright and not upset

• Later that night, when the two of you are in bed, and you’ve already fallen asleep, he runs a hand through your hair and whispers, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, jagi. I’ll do better next time.”

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Dear Soulmate, pt. 21 (Soulmate AU)

22: True love remains the same

Summary: Ethan and Y/N finally complete their soulmate connection.

Warnings: SMUT, fluff

Word Count: 5k

Dear Soulmate - Series Masterlist (Soulmate AU)

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A/N - hope you guys didn’t forget about the series, took me a while to get back to it. But I’m back and I’m really proud of this one because it truly shows them who they used to be and as who they can be. Let me know your thoughts!

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The road to recovery, to who we are, was riddled with obstacles.

Ethan attended his therapy sessions, Grayson sometimes joining him and on occasion even I was invited.

Grant Geller was a world renowned therapist that specialized in soulmate connections, most of all, he was the only one who worked relentlessly on twins and the development of their soulmate connections. It's why I chose him after all, hoping to help both my boys at once.

While it seemed their sessions were anything but pleasant at first, the boys constantly fighting whenever they believed I wasn't there and speaking in hushed voices to each other when they saw I'm near, but eventually the change did them good.

Ethan had become more open with me, honest to a fault. He might be the only man in the world who will tell his soulmate to change the top because it doesn't go with her pants, but I loved that about him.

Sometimes.

Most times.

Not only did he talk to me more, but he also pulled out all the stops - romance, gentlemanly behavior, little surprises here and there, taking up interest in all the things I've told him about, my country as well.

Grayson took a few months, but he eventually started dating someone new. He didn't tell me why he gave up on his soulmate, only reassured me he knows what he's doing.

I hope he does. I really do.

It's safe to say I was over the moon.

"Grayson just texted me he's not coming home tonight." Ethan whispers in my ear, pressing a kiss to my temple tenderly, almost like a feather like touch of heaven as I put down a dish and sigh. I didn't quite like the sound of that, knowing he's screwing some hussy instead of being mindful of his future soulmate. Grayson seemed to not only understand what it felt like for me to know that Ethan had someone else before me. He seemed to find the bond, the act as sacred as I did. It nearly killed me to know I won't be the only girl Ethan had in his life. Literally. So, why the hell did Grayson decide to go there now, after all this time? Couldn't he have waited just a while longer until we figure out why his timer stopped?

"I was thinking we could put on some music...order some food...get a little freaky in the sheets?" Ethan suggested and I couldn't hold in the gasp that escapes me, partially because this is the first time he's mentioned being intimate since the crash and partially because he used such a term for something so sacred.

"You want to call our soulmate ritual completion that?" I frown, turning sideways to him, very much craving his body on top of mine, but worrying about his motives.

"Sorry. I just really don't want to wait any longer and you're looking so delicious tonight. We're both finally functional and on good terms. We love one another. The house is empty. It's like fate telling us to get it on!" Ethan chuckled excitedly, clearly happy about the prospect and I can't lie and say I'm not. Hell, if I had it my way, we'd have done it the night we met in that park in Paris.

After months of physical therapy, I was capable of doing a lot more than just walk now, even with the pain coming in waves from time to time. Ethan knew when it happened, dropping everything to help me through it...we truly grew stronger as a couple, much stronger than I thought we'd be after everything that's happened. For a long time I feared being broken, our connection turning sour, that we'd grow into the break. But things are finally good between us, both mentally and physically.

I'm just allowing the voices in my head get the better of me.

"You're right. Why overthink it...let's do it. Tonight." I smile, genuinely on board with his idea, trying hard to ignore the butterflies swarming my stomach and the tingling sensation a little lower.

Ethan rushed me to the bathroom, running a bath for me with a lilac scented bath bomb, ordering me to relax and let him make the night worthwhile.

I didn't fight him on it. Even with all the time that passed and the craving I had for his body on top of mine, I had long lost patience, but it didn't mean I didn't have every nerve in my body on edge with the knowledge we're finally completing our connection - becoming as one.

According to the books, last couple that had been documented with our connection were Romeo and Juliet...not quite the couple to aspire to be. But we had to have had a better future, something more to hope for. Why else would all the pain we've survived be worth it? Our story has to have a happy ending.

So, I push my anxiety and worries about us and Grayson aside and focus on the positives.

Ethan and I will finally be together. He will finally be my one and only and I his, bound in life and death, despite all the obstacles.

Unable to hold off any longer, I get out of the bath and wash of the bubbles off me, quickly drying myself off. Shaky, holding onto a small sexy piece I got a few months back and have hidden behind my back as he ushered me inside the bathroom, I manage to put it on and allow the slight burst of confidence to wash over me.

My legs are shaky, almost like they're made of glass about to break in a million pieces. But once I walk out and see the bedroom, they nerves dwindle to a bearable level, allowing me to breathe in for the first time.

Not only are there fairy lights hanging everywhere and giving the room a different, more romantic atmosphere, but there are rose petals, scented candles and most importantly, a very nervous, self-questioning Ethan with his back turned to me.

"I'm ready." I'm nearly holding my breath with the words, knowing that there's no coming back from this.

Only a few beats pass before Ethan turns around and moves forward, colliding his lips against mine, pushing me completely against the bathroom door. His hands cup my face  and mine go to his black shirt, tugging him flush against me and I can  feel the lump building in my throat, burning behind my eyes while my  heart sings. Ethan's mouth moves in sync with mine and he loves me, I know he does, and the kiss is needy and nervous, scared of making the wrong move but it just gets more heated with every passing second.

I'm pulling apart, pushing away my fears and catching my breath but only for a second before our mouths collide again and Ethan's moving his hands to my hips, trying to somehow pull me closer to him. Our chests are heaving and my hands are snaking up just above Ethan's hips and under his shirt, feeling his warm skin and the ripples of his abs against my cold hands. Ethan lets out a soft moan with the touch. His hands move under the hem of the lacy piece I've put on, his hands grabbing my sides.

"Ethan?" I push in a breathy whisper. His brown, nearly black eyes meet mine, lips swollen and glossy. Ethan's heart starts  plummeting to the pit of his stomach as he waits for me to continue as I look like I'm on the verge of tears and I am but not because I'm sad or mad but because it's a lot to handle, his emotions and mine and he's all I've ever wanted  without ever knowing. He knew before I did, a little cheat thanks to the soulmate connection.

3rd POV

"It's..." Y/N takes a deep breath, her mouth hanging slightly ajar. "It's okay for you too, right? This isn't too overwhelming or something you need to think about a little more, right? You love me? It's okay if you're unsure." She asked, a bit afraid if he'd back down, but happy that she feels no such emotions on his behalf. However, she could easily be blocking his emotions with her own, for she's blissful in this particular moment.

Ethan's eyes are broken in a way she's never seen before but without hesitation, the words fall from his mouth. "This is perfect. I love you with every beat of my heart. Please, tell me you love me, too." And his voice cracks with the plea.

"I love you so freaking much." Y/N admits, complying without a second thought and the softest smile comes to Ethan's lips before he attaches his mouth back to hers.

Ethan's arms wrap around her torso, picking her up so easily, without a hitch and a squeal escapes her mouth as she pulls away. Y/N giggles as Ethan carries her across the room, her hands going to the back of his neck and playing with the little hairs before kissing his cheek. His arms are warm and sturdy around her and, just like every other time he's held her, it's the safest place in the world.

Ethan lays her on the bed, slowly, perfectly aware she's still fragile, hovering over her as his lips go back to hers. Y/N tugs at his tousled hair, granting her a slight moan. Ethan's hand go  to her leg and around her thigh, pulling it up to get a better  position, helping to move them both further into the middle of his...their bed.

He bites her bottom lip, pulling away and she whimpers, opening her eyes to be met with a smirk before Ethan goes to her neck. She gasps from the open-mouthed kisses on her smooth skin, her hand instinctively pulling Ethan's head closer to her neck. A soft chuckle falls from his lips as he barely bites on the excess skin, lightly sucking.

Ethan moves his hand to the hem of her lace, his hand slowly moving under the fabric. Goosebumps rise to her skin and it feels like he's setting fire with every touch. His hand moves further up her body until his fingers are just under the wire of her bra. They dance beneath the wire as if making sure it was okay, still conscious of  never overstepping her boundaries in case she wants to change her mind. But, she smiles, moving her hand from his neck and puts it over his hand.

"I, uh," She stutters, Ethan moving from her neck to look at her with soft eyes. "I sort of have no clue what to do next. I mean, I know, but..." She winced with the words and Ethan's eyes widen in surprise before he nods.

"Oh." He says. "If you want me to stop -"

"No," Her response is quick and the corner of her mouth tugs into a smirk, her eyes glancing down Ethan's body and back to his eyes. "I just want you to   know I'm not sure if biology is enough to guide me and I might need some extra help."

Ethan chuckles and nods, pressing his forehead against hers. "If you wanna stop, just tell me." He whispers and places the gentlest kiss to her lips.

"Okay." She whispers through a smile before moving her hands to the hem of his T-shirt.

Y/N pulls it over his head, exposing him to the warm air of his bedroom. His chest and abs define with every breath he takes and while she had seen him shirtless before, admired him before, this feels different. It is different because he's there, above her, his breath just a bit ragged and his eyes just a little darker and he's in love with her, she can sense it in every move of his body.

She brings her hand to the back of his neck and pushes up to attach her lips to the side of his neck, making sure to leave the same mark he left on her. Ethan's jaw falls open and his eyes close, his breath hitching as she leaves a bright red mark for the world to see. She trails kisses up his neck and under his jawline, back to his lips. His tongue slips inside her mouth and it's just heavy breathing, trying to keep up with each other. Y/N's hands go to Ethan's back, gripping at his muscle that's flexed, feeling him smile into the kiss.

He sits up and moves his hands to the hem of her lace underwear, gripping, slowly tugging it up. Once he realized that's impossible, not nearly fast enough and without hurting her, he didn't hesitate to rip it down the middle, noticing the shock on her face as she gasped and grasped his hands.

"What the hell, that's expensive!" She sits up and allows him to take the ripped pieces off her, Ethan discarding the clothing somewhere across the room as he chuckles.

"I'll buy you a new one".  But, then he freezes, watching her lay back down and all he can do is stare at her chest and abdomen, the scars from all the surgeries covering her body more than he expected. She didn't really let him help dress her wounds nor care for her back then, and he barely even tried for he was lost in his head. Grayson did. Grayson knew it was this bad and it ripped him open for not being the one to care for her and it angered him his brother didn't warn him before.

Y/N's mouth is dry and she hates feeling so exposed. She should have thought about that little detail before when Ethan said they could stop or even before he   took everything off. It's not like she doesn't see it every single day. She's had to look at the scars every day for months and these aren't even the bad ones. The bad one is on her back, along her spine like a monster had cut into her. She had taken every precaution she could, making sure Ethan didn't see it. But, in this moment of love and lust, she forgot. She forgot the broken bits of her and she can't help but fold her arms over her stomach as she tries to cover her skin.

"I look horrible." She says softly.

"Y/N..." Ethan's eyes tell more than his lips do. His heart aches and she can feel that. She knows the feeling of nauseating guilt inside his chest and she can't let him get lost in it. Not now. Not ever.

"Ethan?" She moves her hands to cup his face. His eyes lock with hers, they're glossed and scared. "It's fine."

Ethan leans into her comforting touch. "Are you?" He asks and he's pleading again, begging for the truth but begging that the truth is that she's really, truly okay.

"Yeah, I'm okay." She leans up and presses a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm okay, Ee-tee. I promise." She kissed his cheek and rubbed her thumbs along his cheeks.

He bows his neck to kiss hers, his arms wrapping around her but in a swift and quick movement, Ethan was turning them both over so she could straddle him. She yelped with the sudden movement but quickly recovered and Ethan laid under her, his hands gripping her hips firmly. He knew she liked control, allowing her this moment of having him under her spell, under her rule.

"Do you hold it against me?" He asks, still thinking about how much he could have been there for her, but he wasn't.

Her hands lay flat on his chest, the firmness of his muscles moving her hands up and down with every breath. "No. Maybe I did back then, but I don't. Not anymore."

"You're fine?" Ethan checks again and she cocks her head to left.

"Yeah," She replies quietly. "Why are you so worried? You'd feel if I wasn't." Her voice is gentle while she moves a hand to his hair, brushing it out of his face.

He's silent, just staring at her while he allows the relief of her being okay, not resenting him, to settle in his bones.

"I can't lose you. Not ever." Ethan reaches for her hand that was playing with his hair and brought it to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to the palm, so gently she felt her heart flutter.

"You're not gonna lose me."

"Promise?" Ethan whispers.

"I promise." She nods and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You're stuck with me, Dolan. Forever." She leans up and smirks.

"You make it sound like a bad thing." He chuckles and it rings in her ears and her heart starts to flutter as if it got wings and is trying to escape her chest.

"You're right." She scrunched her nose. "I'm stuck with you." Her eyes widen with the remark and Ethan narrows his eyes.

It's  heavy seeing her scars and talking about the wrongs they've both done, but she's   smirking above him and he's in love with her, so, he shakes his head and  pushes the heavy topic away, locking it away in a part of his head to bring up at another time.

"Damn right." He licks his lips and wraps his arms around her, sitting up and attaching his lips to her collarbone. Her hands go to his back, nails just brushing his skin as she closes her eyes. "Something tells me you really don't mind." He pulls away and there's a smirk playing at his lips.

"No." Y/N shakes her head and she's looking at him like he holds the key to every fantasy she's ever had.

"I don't." She kissed his forehead before pushing him back onto the bed.  A teasing smirk crosses her face and Ethan bites his lip, wiggling his brows as one hand comes up and undoes her bra in a split second.

"Okay." She says flatly, unimpressed, a little ticked off he's so good at that.

"That's all I get?" He quips but he has a proud smirk.

"You think you're so good, huh?"

"You're not complaining." Ethan chuckles as she finishes taking her bra off.

"Okay." She says softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips.

Ethan pushes up and deepens the kiss. One of his hands comes up to cup her breast, kneading it while his thumb brushes over her nipple. She gasps softly into his mouth with the movement. Ethan moves his other hand to her other breast and follows the same movements causing a chill to run down her spine as she throws her head back.

Y/N's breathing gets heavier, guiding her hands to the button of his jeans, feeling him growing hard under her touch. She kneels just above him and works on the button of his jeans as their kissing grows sloppy and inconsistent, her mind more focused on her hands.

Undoing the button, the zipper followed. She tugged at his jeans and Ethan bucks his hips up to help her get his jeans down. She breaks the kiss first, sliding down his body and pulling his boxer briefs down with his jeans. Ethan watches with a heaving chest, his hands desperate to get back to her.

"I'm really not doing this in a sexy way, am I?" She deadpans, feeling under pressure with him staring at her so intently.

"Pretty sexy when you do it." Ethan licks his lips as he pulls her back to him.

Shaking her head as she locks her lips with his, she sends her dominant hand down his abs, until her fingers just graze his throbbing dick. His mouth fumbles against hers with the soft contact.  A smile forms on her face with his reaction. She takes that as a cue to wrap her hand around his length, pumping him.

"Oh, wow." Ethan grunts into the kiss, breaking it, making her giggle in response.

"Is it okay?"

"Uh-huh." Ethan breaths, trying to control his voice. He didn't want to seem like he's completely unraveling under her touch, but he really is, the feeling of it indisputably returning to her through their connection.

Ethan focuses his attention on the hem of her lacy red briefs easily getting them off with a quick rip because he already did that to the top, so why not finish his crime? He chooses that time to flip her back over, hitting his head against the headboard in the process. They both laugh in response as Ethan rests his head in the crook of her neck.

"Ow." He laugh, as she moves her hand to his bicep.

"You okay?" She asks, watching him pick his head up as he's trying to suppress an embarrassed laugh.

"Nope. I'm hurt, now." He says sarcastically, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Poor you." She mocks, knocking his forehead against his softly.

"You're mean!" Ethan sticks his tongue out, nearly collapsing onto her in a fit of laughter.

"You keep forgetting it hurt me too, because your pain is mine too!" She reminds him, making him laugh even more.

"God, I love you." He says as if it's a reflex and the second it leaves his mouth, his heart stops but then his head comes up and he remembers she's his soulmate and she loves him too. Her eyes are bright and happy and she loves him, too.

"I love you, too dum dum." Y/N grins. It's such a dangerous adrenaline rush but he's there and he's with her and it feels like fucking magic.

Ethan attaches his lips back to hers and heat rushes to her face as Ethan pauses for a few beats, taking her all in and while he feels she's self-conscious, remembering the amount of times she's been woken up with compulsive dream and thoughts of him having sex with other women. And she can't   help but to question if she's what he expected or if she's good enough   but just as quick as the thoughts enter her head, they disappear when Ethan kisses his way up her thighs, at every little scar that remained from the accident, avoiding her core, and up her  stomach.

"You're beautiful, you know?" Ethan asks, a delicate kiss pressed to her lips.

"You're not just saying that, right?" Y/N asks, her voice showing her disbelief and a bit of fear he felt grip at him.

"Of course not! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I can't believe I'm yours and you're mine." Ethan responds, no hesitation.

"Thank you." She says softly against his lips, her fingers coming up to ghost over his shoulders, stopping at the pointy ends of his collar bone,

His eyes are half-lidded but soft and filled with absolute and utter adornment. His lips move from her mouth to her jaw and back to her neck, surely to make another mark. He slides his right hand down her side and moves to her center. His fingers tease her slit, her mouth opening in response as her hands grip his shoulders in anticipation. He doesn't let her wait too long before he's working her core, sliding a finger inside. She gasps, her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders.

"You okay?" Ethan asks, his hand slowly pumping in and out of her, kissing along her jaw.

"Uh-huh." She managed to get out, a rush forming in the pit of her stomach. "Keep going." She mumbles as she slides her hand back to his dick, pumping him in sync with his hand.

Ethan lets out a breath with the contact, dipping his head slightly, the cold metal of his necklace connecting with her chest. Her arousal builds with every movement he makes causing him to insert a second finger. Her grip on him tightens just for a split second as she lets out a soft moan, making him grin.

"Still good?" He asks between kisses.

"Mhm." She hums weakly. "Just...don't stop." You get the words out shyly and he nods, his heart jumping into his throat, happy she wants him to keep going. And he feels her pleasure, just as she feels his, building up so fast they can hardly breathe.

"Okay," He whispers huskily into her ear before moving his thumb to her clit, rubbing soft circles.

She bucks her hips up with the new wave of pleasure that flows through her whining out his name. His confidence builds with the moans and he goes back her mouth, the kissing deep at first but soon turns sloppy as she pumps him harder and faster. There's a coil building in the pit of her stomach as she grinds her hips up to meet Ethan's movements.

"Eth.." She moans softly into his mouth. The look of lust and need tell him all he needs to know as he pulls his hand away making her whimper in response.

Ethan presses a kiss to her nose, reaching toward his nightstand before he places a few kisses to her collarbones.

He opens the drawer and grabs a little square package and he tears it open with his teeth. She chuckles and shakes her head.

"What?!" Ethan's high pitched voice comes through the mist she's lost in.

"I didn't think people really opened a condom with their teeth."

Ethan shrugs one shoulder, a sheepish smile on his face, adjusting himself as he rolls the condom onto himself, Y/N watching his movements carefully, taking a mental note for future reference.

"You sure you want to? We don't have to if you don't want to." Ethan says and the smile is   gone, showing his sincerity and wanting to make sure she knows there's no pressure.

"I'm sure." Y/N's smile widens before he lines himself up with her center.

"I might be the first guy ever to know what it feels to lose his virginity as a girl." Y/N rolls her eyes at him, growing impatient.

Ethan blushes but smiles, falling harder for her with every passing moment, finally understanding the sacredness of this ritual and why she was so angry when she learned he didn't wait for her.

"If it hurts, tell me, okay?" Ethan makes sure once more, just in case he doesn't feel it because his own emotions are riding high and he can't handle harming her.

"Okay." She says, her hands holding the sides of his back to brace herself.

Ethan slowly pushes inside her, careful not to go too fast. She squeezes his side, his core trying to adjust to him. Ethan grunts when he feels himself break through, taking in a shuddered breath as he pauses, feeling a small sting himself. Slowly, he pushed deeper in, each thrust slow and a little deeper until he bottoms out and his head bows into her shoulder for a few  seconds, allowing her to get used to the feeling.

"Still good?" He asks, looking back at her.

"Good." She whispers, one hand rubbing up his back, feeling the muscles that were contracting under her palms.

"Okay." Ethan brushes his nose against hers.

He starts thrusting his hips against hers and the room is soon filled with moans and grunts from both of them. And this is unlike any sex Ethan has had before. Not only is sex is different with someone you really love but this wasn't just that. Yes, Ethan loves her and he'd do anything in the world for her but she's his soulmate and the one part of him that he never knew would be with him, complete him so he doesn't feel as lonely, as lost anymore. She's the one who loves him through the bad, the good, and the ugly. She had seen him broken, beaten, and bruised and still chose to stay. Even after all he did, she refused to leave, to give up on him. That's the sanctity of a soulmate connection. Everyone will come and go, but she won't. She's always going to be a part of him after this, no more second guessing. She's his and he is hers. Forever

They finish nearly at the same time, both of them sweaty and breathless messes with lopsided smiles but it's okay and it's perfect. Ethan waited in a bed a few minutes before cleaning himself up and taking care of her as well, but they didn't put on any clothes after. They wanted to feel one another, skin to skin, imperfection on imperfection.

"So," Ethan starts, him on his side facing her while she laid on one of his arms, facing him. "Was it okay?" There's no arrogance in his voice this time, just curiosity and hope. He just wants to know if he made her feel as good as she made him, for he couldn't tell where she starts and where he begins once they became as one, the line was erased both mentally and physically.

"Yeah, you were great." She giggled lazily, still in a haze, feeling heat come to her cheeks, as her fingers softly fiddle with the silver necklace around his neck and the safety pin pendant, the cold metal contrasting the warmth of his bare chest when her fingers brush over his skin.

"So, you feel alright? No pain? Your back is fine?" Ethan questions, his free hand rubbing the scar that peaks out on her side, uncovered for a moment longer for him to trace it before he covers her entirely, not wanting her to get sick.

"Yes." She laughed, feeling a little bit of pain, but nothing she wanted to worry him with, turning her attention to his eyes. They're consumed in softness. It's as if every soft gold speck that complimented the dark  brown of his eyes shined brighter than they had before, making his eyes hazel even in the dark which is highly unusual considering she found them hazel in the sun...and she realized...she is his sun.

Ethan lets out a sigh of relief, shaking his head into her shoulder. "Good."

"Was I okay?" She asks softly.

Ethan looks up and gently places a hand on her cheek. "Perfect." He says, kissing her nose softly.

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[dokyungsou-blog]

Blind Love [IV] [Final]

Genre(Rating): Fluff/Angst(PG-13)

Word Count: 3217

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Accidents can be life-changing, but so can love.

Masterlist

Everyday, since Kyungsoo’s accident, you’ve spent your days and nights at the hospital outside of his room. Some days you were never spoken to, yet you heard doctors mumbling from a distance and talking about patients. One of them being Kyungsoo. Other days, Bora and Chanyeol sat with you and brought food they had made or they had bought from the cafeteria at the hospital.

“Are you going to stay here every day?” Bora asked tenderly, holding her hands together. You smiled bitterly, and nodded. “Until he wakes up.” Bora and Chanyeol looked at each other when you answered. Of course, you knew they were concerned. You had irregular eating patterns since you started waiting, and they had commented on how tired and frail you had been looking.

“How about you come with us and visit the zoo?” Bora asked chipperly, patting your hand. You thought about it for a second, yet the thought of Kyungsoo’s doctor and a potential update about him made you worry. “What if he wakes up and I’m not here?” you said. You had a pained look and shook your head, rejecting Bora’s offer. “You two go ahea--”

“Please, you don’t look like yourself!” Bora shouted, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I know this is an emotional time, but you can’t let it ruin you! You need the sun, and it’s June for god sakes--” Chanyeol gripped Bora’s arm and she retreated to him, wiping her eyes. “Bora, I’m--”

“If you want to stay here and waste away, go ahead! You’re an adult, and I’ve tried helping you. Have it your way.” Bora stomped off down the hall, through the lobby and out of the doors. Chanyeol sighed heavily and rubbed your arms.

“She’s just emotional. We all are.” He said, trying to justify Bora’s actions. You nodded and felt a bump in your throat. You did feel tired and your head ached badly as well as your heart. You shut your eyes, and imagined Kyungsoo lying on the hospital bed. You let out a heavy sigh and stood up slowly, nodding towards where Bora headed off.

“Let’s go.”

Several weeks had passed and you began regaining strength again. Bora helped pick out flowers to bring for Kyungsoo whenever it was visiting hours. You sat by his bed, holding his hand gently and rubbing his fingers. When Chanyeol wasn’t recording for his new album, he swung by and lightened up the mood with his charisma and jokes. He told you even more embarrassing things Kyungsoo had done in his youth, and it did cheer you up. Yet, it made you long even more for his return.

A day earlier, the doctor had told you he wasn’t induced into a coma but it would take awhile for him to regain consciousness. The driver who had hit Kyungsoo that night was also a driver intoxicated with alcohol. You found it ironic and tragic, but somehow it made you feel even more connected to Kyungsoo.

There were days when you cried out of nowhere while sitting at Kyungsoo’s bed, and there were days where you laughed so hard when Chanyeol and Bora made jokes and kept you company. It was odd, feeling so many emotions all at once. But, most of all you had hope. You had hope he’d wake up and you two would apologize sincerely to each other and kiss or something of that nature. You were being a romantic at a time like this, which made you feel stupid, but you couldn’t help yourself. You really did love Kyungsoo, and knowing he loved you made your heart ache even more when you’d hold his hand know he wouldn’t feel it.

You were inspired by Kyungsoo and his kindness, as you experienced it first hand, and started volunteering at a children’s hospital across the street. You taught a painting class to some third graders and they loved you. You spoke to them about Kyungsoo and they loved him. They called him prince charming and said you were the princess.

One day, in the middle of July when you were eating breakfast with your parents at home, your mother brought up the idea of having surgery.

“It’s..almost been a year and the only other option would be having surgery.” Your parents spoke nervously, but you just kept listening.

“I’ll do it,” you said confidently, then putting a lettuce wrap in your mouth. They looked at eachother with shock and let out a laugh. You smiled and stood up, asking when you would be having the procedure.

“Well, it is a bit dangerous,” your dad began, “But if you’re okay with it, the doctor said you can have it this Friday.” Butterflies formed in your stomach as you went to wash up. You nodded with a smile, and headed to the bathroom.

Thursday came, and you were feeling optimistic. You kissed your parents goodbye and went outside to meet Bora and Chanyeol, who would take you to see Kyungsoo before your surgery. The weather was pretty hot and the sun was burning up your face, but all you could think about was Kyungsoo and the possibility of seeing him for the first time.

“I love your white blouse!” Bora said while turning the car. You smiled and thanked her. It was until five minutes into the drive that you realized Chanyeol was singing in the radio.

“Is this your new song?!” you asked with such enthusiasm. He giggled and said yes, making you squeal and clap. He laughed out loud and humbly thanked you when you complimented his voice. Bora grinned the whole ride and you knew she was proud of him. When you three arrived at the hospital, you took out your walking stick and began to approach the front doors. By now, you were pretty much an expert with this stick and impressed Bora when you held open the doors for the two of them.

You sat down beside Kyungsoo, and held his hand like usual. You spoke about your surgery and all of the thoughts and feelings that went through your mind. How you were excited and optimistic, but also nervous. There was a 70% chance you’d be able to see again, but the 30% kept you worrying. You told him you wouldn’t be afraid anymore and that you wanted to take a chance, for yourself and for your family, and for him.

When Bora and Chanyeol left to buy lunch, you sat in silence for a little while before you leaned in to kiss his forehead. When you felt the side of his head, you noticed how short it was. You pictured his shaved head and smiled gently, hoping to see it yourself after the surgery. When you were assisted out of the hospital by Bora several hours later, you were taken home and ate dinner with your parents, listening to their words of encouragement and support.

“You’ll be just fine, dear.” Your father said, holding your hand. You smiled and nodded, finishing your soup and going off to bed.

The next morning, you woke up fairly early. Your surgery was at 8:30 AM and by the time you woke up, your father made breakfast for you. You packed some clothes for you to wear as well as a small blanket to wear. You ate breakfast and was taken to the hospital, where you were put on a gurney and being transported to the operating room. Your mother had to work, but your father was there along with Bora and Chanyeol. They spoke quickly, mostly words of support and love and when you stopped hearing them, you realized you were in the operating room. The surgeon smiled as he spoke to you. He put some eye drops in your eye, letting them go numb. The surgeons and assistants around you were lightening the mood and when you couldn’t feel your eyes move, they proceeded with the surgery.

It was about an hour or two when you finished having surgery. They had put a gauze wrap around your eyes before transporting you to your own room. You lied down for the rest of the afternoon, and when the doctors came, along with your parents, Bora, and Chanyeol, they began to slowly unravel the gauze. Bora closed the blinds a bit, knowing it’d be painful for the bright sunlight to shine in your face.

Your eyes were shut a minute after the gauze was removed and everybody was anticipating silently.

“Can you try opening up your eyes?” The doctor asked politely, leaning closer to examine you. You nodded and slowly opened your eyes, which were tearing up and fluttering open. You gasped when you saw light. You first saw the ceiling light, then your lap and the blanket you took with you. Your eyes were still squinting, trying to adjust, and after a moment, you finally opened them all the way. You first saw your parents who were smiling widely and about to cry. You saw Bora next who was already in tears and sniffling in her tissue, and you saw Chanyeol rubbing her arm and smiling.

The doctor touched your face, looking into your eyes and shining his little light into them. You winced, but your vision was getting used to the lighting. When he moved back, he shook your father’s hand, then your mothers, and they went out of the room to discuss about your condition.

“Bora--” You began crying, and Bora was too. She embraced you and sobbed into your shoulder. You kissed her cheek and held her face in your hands. “I can see you! Your hair got longer!” you said gleefully. She laughed and hugged you once more, before Chanyeol approached the two of you.

You glanced at him while wiping your tears and giggled, pointing at his ears. “Bora wasn’t lying!”

Chanyeol burst into laughter and pretended to punch your arm, flustered by your comment about his ears. You kissed his forehead and the three of you hugged tightly.

A couple days later, you heard news that Kyungsoo had regained consciousness and was going through some physical therapy. He had broken a leg and arm that night, and injured his head, so he had to practice walking and doing other physical activities before being discharged.

You smiled non-stop and cried non-stop either. You were anticipating the day you’d reunite with him again, and it kept you on edge. You wanted to hold his arm again, and you wanted to know what he looked like when he sang, when he spoke, and when he laughed.

You were walking around town by yourself one afternoon, and had went shopping for the first time in two months. You were just basking in the ability to see again and tried on many outfits. You found a blouse with floral patterning and some nice skirts that were down to your knees. When you finished shopping, you began walking back to your car. There was a crosswalk ahead, and a lot of people were around you as well as on the opposite side. Your phone began ringing, and as you tried getting it out of your bag, the walk signal turned on. You looked up while answering the phone, and it was Kyungsoo.

You opened your eyes wide and couldn't even speak. You were speechless, and when you heard his voice you couldn’t help but tear up. As people rushed past you to walk onto the street, you stood frozen, holding your phone up to your ear, mouth covered with you hand.

As you glanced up, finally realizing you needed to cross the street, you saw someone on the other side holding up his phone as well. He was wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, a leg brace, and had short shaved hair. You stared at him, wondering if it was Kyungsoo. The descriptions matched, and you believed it when he glanced over to you. His eyes burning into yours. He put his phone down and watched him turn to you. You dropped your arm down and began walking across the street. As you stepped foot onto the road, the walk signal turned on once more, and everything felt so slow. You were walking, almost beginning to run towards Kyungsoo, and when you were almost able to reach out to him, you dropped your shopping back and latched onto Kyungsoo. You hugged him tightly and he embraced you as well, shutting his eyes tightly. The two of you held each other.

Neither of you wanted to let go. You felt tears falling down your eyes as you breathed in his scent. He smelled just the same as he did before, and his arms and shoulders were just as supportive of you as when he helped you ice skate. All of your precious memories with him melted into your mind as you desperately hugged him. He held you closely and buried his face into your hair, rocking you left and right gently.

When you finally let go to look at his face, he smiled tenderly at you and always kept his eyes glued to yours. You took the time to look at his eyes, his nose and lips, and his hair. You kept his cheeks in your hands, and as he leaned in to kiss you, you shut your eyes and crushed your lips onto his slowly.  

Tears fell once more down your cheeks as you held onto his shirt, holding onto him as you kissed him for the first time. He shut his eyes and furrowed his brow, melting his lips onto yours.

You two finally stopped for a moment, to look at eachother once more. There were so many things you wanted to talk to him about, so many things you wanted to apologize for, but you were still speechless. You examined his facial features again, appreciating them whole heartedly. He was so handsome, and his skin almost resembled caramel. You loved how he looked with shaved hair, you loved his heart shaped lips that separated as he smiled at you. He held your face in his hands, then kissed your forehead. Without any words, the two of you reunited quietly and only spoke with your heart.

Months later, autumn began to arrive. It was mid-September, and you and Kyungsoo were celebrating your three month anniversary of being together. You had moved back into the same apartment building you lived in before your accident and had Bora help you spruce it up how it was like before and made it homey.

You finished preparing the large meal for Kyungsoo and you. You placed two plates opposite from one another and took off your apron. You wore the white blouse Bora complimented a while back, along with a light blue skirt. With the makeup Bora bought for you after you gained eyesight, you tried your best to put on some blush and eyeliner on, not looking too done up. But not looking too casual either.

Bora texted you that Chanyeol was helping Kyungsoo out with his outfit, but she wouldn’t tell you what he was wearing. You laughed while shaking your head and began flat ironing your hair. Once you felt prepared, you lit some candles on the dining table and played some soft music in the background.

When you heard the buzzer go off, you pressed the ‘door’ button to let Kyungsoo in. You couldn’t stop smiling and feeling flustered as you waited for Kyungsoo to arrive. The wait felt like forever, but once you heard him knock on your door, you adjusted yourself and opened it.

He had worn an all black suit, which was described to you on your first date with him several months back. It did bring in some unwanted memories, but before you could think any further, Kyungsoo lifted you up with his hands and embraced you. He held you up in the air and kissed you on the lips before setting you down.

“You look lovely,” he said in such a calm and tender way. You felt your face warm up a bit, but looked at his outfit and smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself either.” He laughed and blushed, being his humble self. You led him to the dining table and opened up the containers with the food you made. He looked excited and thrilled to eat your food, and you giggled when he clapped.

“Ah, it looks so good.” You narrowed your eyes at him and said, “Can’t judge a book by its cover, Soo.”

He looked up at you when you called him that. It was the first time you called him Soo, and he was a bit surprised. “Soo.” he repeated, then blushing once more. You smiled and sat down, pouring wine into his glass and into yours.

The whole night, you two conversed about life. You were already working at the studio again, painting and drawing regularly, and Kyungsoo was so proud of you for that. You still volunteered at the children’s hospital, and gained a lot more students.

Kyungsoo had quit his job as a physical therapist after his accident, and focused on singing along with Chanyeol. The two of them had been working on an album together, and Kyungsoo was going to debut soon. Whenever Kyungsoo visited your apartment, you’d ask him to sing for you and he did so sweetly. You loved his voice, and him singing kept pulling you deeper into his heart.

About a year later, you and Kyungsoo finally moved in together. You moved out of your apartment and found a house in the city together. Kyungsoo and you had been invited to a dinner gala along with Chanyeol and other artists to celebrate a successful debut for Kyungsoo.

“You still don’t know how to tie a tie?” You asked, pursing your lips. Kyungsoo sighed and walked over to you, holding his black tie for you to deal with. You smiled happily while tying the silk together, when suddenly Kyungsoo grabbed your wrist softly and kissed your forehead. He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. You blinked and asked him if he was okay. He laughed and glared at you playfully.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my girlfriend?” he asked, looking innocent. You chuckled and returned to your tying. After you finished, you clapped your hands onto his cheeks and kissed his nose.

“Congratulations on your first album Do Kyungsoo,” you said, holding his hands tightly. He looked at you with his chocolate eyes and smiled faintly, focusing your gaze. When you two put on your coats and shoes, you headed out of the door and into his car.

As you two glanced at each other under the chandelier of the dining hall, you took the time to appreciate how much you’ve gone through with him last year. You had left the tragedy behind and held onto the bliss and happiness you experienced with him. Kyungsoo still gave you light, even when you could see and you never forget what he gave you when your world went dark.

You held his hand gently, and when you raised an eyebrow at you, you just met his eyes and kissed the back of his hand.

“I love you,” You said.

“I love you too.”

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The proposal - Kentin

Kentin’s drabble is here ! 

And comes out a special day for @supersweetpinkcandyposts. Happy birthdayyyy little bird !! It was for you since to beginin so I hope you will enjoy it! 

Candy was so excited. It was the D day. Her best friend Rosalya getting married this afternoon. And as her bridesmaid, she had to be there for her. That’s why at seven in the morning, she was already in her kitchen, trying to prepare the perfect breakfast for the future bride. She slept in the living room, between Kim and Iris, and still had that pillow mark on her cheek. It was Rosa’s bachelor party yesterday - Candy never organized an evening so well. It had been the most stressful and tiresome thing to prepare, but Rosalya was so happy that she would let that job to no one else. 

In the corner of the eyes, she saw her arrives. She was so pretty, a beautiful sunshine, even when she hadn’t sleep enough. Leigh has a pearl in his hands, but Candy didn’t even doubt he already knew it. 

“Hello honey. Ready for the big day ?” 

She heared her grumbled. Of course she was. She was since she met him, and it was when Candy saw them together she believed in love at first sight. A real fairy tail. 

But she had conscience she wasn’t in rest too. After all, she was with Kentin since five years now, and she didn’t count the “before couple”. Alexy called them soul mates, and it was quite true, even if it took her time to recognize it. Between them two, it was so insecure and shy at the beginning. Of course, they trusted each other, but not themselves.

Thanks to their studies and his job at the police, both of them grew up in a beautiful way. And here they were now, two wonderful adults with self-confidence and faith in their own capacities. Being together was the cherry on the cake, because they were even stronger. 

After having breakfast with her best friend - well, it was more like Candy forced Rosalya to eat something, who categorically rejecting it - she locked her in the bathroom, and between two panic attacks in front of the mirror, found the time to look at her phone. 

There were a lot of Lysander’s texts and she immediately knew she would have to catch up his mistakes today - he was more stressed than Rosalya and Leigh reunited. It was quite surprising to discover that something could actually really oppress that peaceful man - and none of them would never believe it before. But after a few weeks trying to deal with him, Candy just couldn’t hold it any more. It was why she was so happy to delegate the evening organization and this stressful bomb to Armin and Kentin - without any regret, even when she had surprised her boyfriend at phone with Lysander and faint to not see his killer looks. 

After let him know that, yes, Rosa was still alive, and no, she didn’t want to stop everything, she finally was able to look at the only Kentin’s text. 

“Don’t let her stress you too much, ok ? Everything you planned is perfect.” 

She had a lovable smile on her face. Always the right word. He was at Leigh’s bachelor party, but at this hour, certainly on his way for the police station - his boss gave him a permission for the afternoon only, and she didn’t even know how he would succeed to stay awake until the end of the event. 

But she didn’t have the time to think about him any more. There was a fury in the bathroom to take care off. 

She was so released to see Rosalya’s mother and Alexy arrive - he was the official makeup artist, of course.

When she was finally ready and Candy was sure everything was fine for Leigh too - she carefully avoid all Lysander’s calls, claiming she was too busy for that - she was able to prepare herself. She just closed the bedroom’s door and Alexy was already open it again. 

“You will do nothing without my help. Come on, take off this horefull sweat and go take a shower. We have a lot to do.”

“Well, justly, I didn’t plan to do a lot. No need to take to much time, you’re not here for me in first place.” Her best friend seemed offended. 

“Excuse me, but who is the professionnal here ? I want to make of you the most perfect woman of the evening.”

“Alex, I am the bridesmaid, not the bride, remember ?”

“What’s the difference ?” he told her with an enigmatic smile. “Come on, go into this shower before I push you myself.”

“You’re so calm.” Kentin looked up at his best friend. Guests starting to gather in front of the communal house. 

“I am not the one who’s getting married today. Or who assist to my brother’s wedding” he replied with a suspicious corner look to Lysander, a few meters farther. Alexy rolled his eyes. 

“Well, it’s not like if nothing would happen to you too today. I f I was you, I would be completely nervous.” 

“It’s because you’re already too much strenuous in your normal state. Remind me to avoid you when you will be ready for that.” 

“Blah blah blah. You’ re so funny, how did I miss it before ?” They exchanged a complicit look. “You’re really confident in it, right ?”  

“Is it bad ?” 

“No... Not at all. It’s more than better in fact. It means it’s the good time to tell her.”

The ceremony was so beautiful. She passed it at Lysander’s and Alexy’s sides, and they all cried on each other shoulder. She barely saw Kentin until now, only by far, and she had to admit it, he was more than hansome in his suit, near Armin, Kim and Alexy’s boyfriend.

Judging by his wink, Candy was sure he liked her dress too. He totally loved lace, and that detail she once relate to Rosalya, years ago, didn’t escaped to her when she made her bridesmaid’s outfit.

It had been the point Rosalya and Leigh didn’t wanted to delegate to any of them. They were both mode designers, did open their own mark three years ago, and for god’s sake, why would their friends buy a horrible dress or suit somewhere else ? They had it for free, so no one had complain, and Candy had to admit they had make a beautiful job.

It couldn’t be more romantic than that. After eating and joking with their friends, Kentin invited her to dance. He had this beautiful smile she adored, with fireworks in his eyes. With time, she’d understood it was an expression he had just with her. Candy never stoped to love him since high school. It was even more and more every day, and she couldn’t imagine her life without such a man by her side.

She catched him looking at her up and down, a little smirk on his lips. 

“I was sure you would like Rosa’s work” she noted with a playful smile. 

“Well, honestly, I prefer the woman who is in the dress.” 

“What a seducer... But we always need one at weddings, right ?”

He laughed and suddenly kissed her tenderly. He seemed relax, self-confident and happy. More than ever, even if she didn’t understand why. He was so handsome, and she couldnt resist to tell him. He gave her another kiss on the cheek, before being rudely pushed by the bride of the day.

 “I need to pee, but with that dress, I can’t do it alone”. 

Their romantic moment was officialy over, but Kentin didn’t seem bored, which made her suspicious. She had the time to catch the mysterious look he exchanged with Rosa. Oh god, what did they planned she didn’t know ? It was nothing good. 

After ten minutes at the toilets, she was finally free again. Or not. Alexy’s boyfriend literally jumped on her, before sending her with a big smile to the little living room upstairs for a new Rosa’s emergency. Again. At this moment, Candy chose she officially wanted to die. 

But there was no one there. Only Kentin. Hands in pocket, standing against the desk, legs crossed, a beautiful smile on his lips. 

“I will never organize another marriage in my life. It’s hell.” She withdrew her high heels and placed them on the console, next to him.

“Really ? It’s sad, because I wanted to ask your help.” 

“Why ? Did you plan to ask me to be your bridesmaid too ?” He let escape a low laugh, before straighten and putting a hand on her waist. 

“I have to admit it, you’re pretty good in that role, but I was thinking about something else. The bride, maybe.” 

And before she even realized what was happening, he kneeled and took off a ring from his pocket. 

“Are you tempted ? Because I am since I know you”. 

Now, there was fireworks in her eyes too. 

Nathaniel | Armin | Castiel | Lysander ||| global summary

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A Little Lesson in Valentine’s Day: Part Two

Happy Saturday, lovely readers!!! After Natalia’s shopping spree, what does the evening hold for our couple? Check out the link below for Part One and then read on for the conclusion! @vintagemichelle91 and I hope you enjoy!!!

Part One

           “Papi, you look silly.”

           Stirring the alfredo sauce while wearing a dishtowel over his pinstriped vest and violet tie, Rafael looked to Violetta. He had hoped to keep her busy with her crayons when she realized that placing bread in a basket took all of two seconds.

           “Silly, muñequita?” he asked. “How so?”

           “Cause that not a bib,” she said. He glanced down at the checkered cloth and started to explain that this was the way grownups kept themselves neat and tidy when making a marvelous meal.

           “That boring! Let me show you what to wear!”

            The little girl knew the way to the drawer that always opened before breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and she pointed emphatically at the handle.

           “In there,” she said.

           “Violetta, I don’t think that I---”

           “Mami always say we not sposed to make a mess. Don’t make her sad on Valtine’s Day.”

           The missed syllables aside, how could be fight when she seemed do determined? Tucking his tie into his vest, Rafael tied the bib bearing a unicorn galloping over clouds and rainbows. Maybe he looked ridiculous. But Violetta nodded her approval and asked to taste the sauce

           “It might be too rich for you,” he warned.

           “I be the judge of that.”

           Offering her the tiniest taste after blowing on the spoon, he was surprised when she took to the concoction and gave him the okay sign.

           “You have your Mami’s taste buds,” he commented as he kissed her cheeks.

           “And this nice,” Violetta said. “But where the chocolate heart?”

           “The chocolate…?”

           “Papi, is this your first time around the block with Mami?”

           She was picking up more phrases than he could count, almost understanding the meanings all too well.

           “Let me show you something.”

           Carrying her to the living room, Rafael set her on the sofa and ducked into the closet for a crisp paper bag and pulled out a crimson basket bursting with Godiva.

           “Sweets for the sweet,” Rafael said.

           “Good job, Papi!” Violetta said as she clapped. “Mami gonna love it.”

           Suddenly her little face shifted into a frown.

           “Something wrong?” he asked.

           “Well… Nana Alessia took me for nice lunch.”

           “And Abeulita Lucia is going to top it with a fantastic dinner.”

           “But don’t you love me, Papi?”

           How could he resist her pout? Digging into the bag again, Rafael revealed a white chocolate lollipop in the shape of a heart dusted with flecks of cocoa.

           “Yay, Papi!” she cried. “Can I eat it right now?”

           “You’ll spoil your supper,” he said.

           “It a holiday! That mean all bets off.”

           No doubt his mother would indulge her even more before the night was out, and he gave her a kiss and the treat as he set the table. The sauce was simmered to perfection, the rose wine nearly chilled. All he needed was a few more minutes to put the finishing touches on the surprise and---

           “Maggie, look!”

           Kicking himself for underestimating the arrival time, he turned to see Violetta leaping into Maggie’s arms, her face stained with chocolate as Maggie caught her hands.

           “What happened to you?” Maggie asked.

           “I celebrating!” she said. “Papi give me this cause I so sweet!”

           “That you are!”

           Natalia followed Maggie into the townhouse with her hair pulled back and a small smile that expanded into a light laugh.

           “You’re going to spoil your supper,” Natalia gently chided.

           “Papi already cover that,” Violetta said. “Did you get me a present, Mami.”

           She started to reach into her bag with sticky hands when Maggie tapped into her training and spun her in the other direction.

           “That’s just for Papi,” Maggie said. “Besides, you wouldn’t be interested in some boring clothes…”

           She was at the sink, cleaning Violetta’s face as she focused on the bib still adoring Rafael’s neck.

           “I never was a fan of the paisley ties,” Maggie mused. “Is this the new look for court tomorrow?” He removed the bib as he pressed his hands over Violetta’s ears.

           “You breathe one of this to Dodds and I’ll have your head,” he threatened.

           “What are you going to do, counselor? Cast a spell and sing a song?”

           “I might,” he said, his voice wavering as Violetta scrambled out of his hold.

           “Maggie, Mami the one who sing bad! Papi make nice music!”

           “You hear that, Natty,” Maggie laughed. “Natty?”

           He turned to see that she was already on the sofa, his gift bag at her feet. Rafael held his breath and only exhaled when she all but ignored the present.

           “Let’s save this for later,” he said as he kissed the top of her head and hid it away, returning her smile as Maggie dried her hands and bundled Violetta into her coat.

           “We’re off,” she started. “Natty, I wish you and the unicorn king a very romantic night.”

           “I’m sure it’ll be magical,” Natalia joked as she gave Violetta a kiss and waved goodbye.

           “Have fun!” Maggie squealed. “Pity there’s no handcuffs in the mix.”

           “Why you say that, Maggie?” Violetta asked. “Has someone been naughty and need to get arrest?”

           “Maggie, don’t,” Natalia warned as the ballerina smirked.

           “When you’re a grown up, little miss,” Maggie said.

           “Everyone keep saying that tonight. What make it so great?”

           Rafael waited until the door closed and settled at Natalia’s side.

           “Your little slideshow answers that question,” he said as he nuzzled her neck. “I’ve been dreaming about the live thing since lunch.”

           “I hope I don’t let you down.”

           “How could you?”

           “You really shouldn’t have let her eat like that right before dinner,” Natalia said as she stroked his cheek.

           “Nothing wrong with spoiling her,” he said, pulling her closer. “Or you.” Her minty kiss made him want more and he was ready to ruin her supper when he felt her shaking and inched back.

           “Are you alright?” he asked as he arched an eyebrow.

           “Fantastic,” she said. “Just… you know what it’s like shopping with Maggie.”

           “Was wondering where all her bags were.”

           “In the cab,” Natalia confirmed. “All kinds of goodies for Mike.”

           “But I have the best gift of all.”

           Kissing her again, he helped her to feet and covered her eyes as he led her to the table.

           “Something smells…”

           She failed to finish the thought as he sat her down and waved his arm over the table with a grand flourish.

           “First things first. Who said the Cubano couldn’t go Italiano?”

           “I don’t think I ever said that,” Natalia murmured as she swallowed at the sight of the pasta basking in the thick sauce.

           “Have a drink and you’ll say all kinds of things.”

           Pouring two glasses, he sat before her and lifted the crystal in a toast.

           “To you, hermosa.”

           “What did I do?” she asked as she clutched the stem of her glass.

           “Nothing so special,” he teased. “Just came into my lonely little life and made it sing.”

           “You heard Violetta,” she said as she choked down the wine. “I can’t sing.”

           “Your words are music to me,” he said as he reached for the fork and twirled the pasta towards her mouth. “Take a bite. I’m dying to know what you think.”

           “You’re so cute when you’re eager,” she said.

           “To make you smile? Always.”

           Natalia sighed and parted her pink lips. He held his breath as she accepted the gift, hoping that it would whet her appetite for more.

           “Rafael…”

           Pushing the fork away, Natalia held her napkin to her mouth.

           “Did I get it wrong?” he nervously asked.

           “No, it’s not…”

           “I followed the recipe to the letter. Does the sauce need more heavy cream?”

           “Not the problem.”

           “Did I forget to thin it with the pasta water. I’m---”

           “Please stop talking!”

           She was on her feet, knocking her chair over as she rushed to the bathroom. Running after her, Rafael found his wife on her knees, sputtering as he fell to her side and rubbed her back.

           “Natalia?”

           “I’m okay,” she coughed. “I’m sorry.”

           “No. I… I obviously I fucked the food up.”

           “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she moaned, heaving into the bowl again as he held her hair back and waited until she was ready to stand and helped her wash her face.

           “I thought I was okay.”

           “Are you not?” he asked. “What happened?”

           “Bad sushi and too much sake.”

           Their eyes met in the glass. A million ideas of something far worse fell away from his mind as he turned her towards him and hugged her close.

           “Oh that’s all,” he said.

           “It’s something,” she whined. “And I wanted tonight to be so special.”

           “I have been slaving over a stove for you, hermosa. And I have all this chocolate---”

           “I am begging you. Do not say one more word about food.”

           “Okay,” he soothed as she started to cry and he held her chin. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

           Natalia nodded as she glanced at her discarded bag with fresh tears spilling down her cheeks.

           “This isn’t how it was supposed to go,” she said as she fell back and he carried her up the staircase.

           “I know what the plan was,” he replied, swallowing back his disappointment for a second until she dug her nails into his back and he felt her shivering. “But right now, you need to rest.”

           Once she was on the bed, he helped her undress, kissing her tenderly with each rustle of her clothing. She slumped forward as he tried to ease her into her nightgown.

           “Not exactly the sexy scene you imagined, right?”

           “I don’t know about that,” he said as he brought her head to the pillow and pulled the blanket over her body. “You’re here. What more do I need?”

           She turned into his chest as she ran her fingers down his arms, her eyes fluttering as he kissed her brow.

           “You wanted to touch the fabric. Feel it…”

           “Feel you,” Rafael emphasized as she hid her face in her hands.

           “It’s such a waste. I wanted to look pretty for you.”

           “You do.”

           “And we were going to have so much fun.”

           “It’ll keep,” he promised.

           “But it won’t be Valentine’s Day. Everything is ruined.”

           “Please don’t be sad,” he implored as he traced her face with one finger and felt her frown. He would stay up with her all night. Caressing her cheeks with a damp cloth. Seeing if she could manage a bit of bread. The chocolates would have to wait. But in his mind, he could already see her still sad come morning because the night was not magical as she wanted. Maybe he should have kept the bib on or…

           “Wait right here, hermosa.”

           “Where are you going?” she asked, reaching for his hand.

           “One minute,” he promised with a kiss. “Maybe less.”

           It was much more than that. He wondered how she managed the moves with such ease as he climbed the steps again, the room darker as he knocked.

           “Natalia?”

           Chilled to the bone, Rafael held his breath as Natalia pushed the blankets back and sat up.

           “Oh my God. Atticus?”

           Her eyes went wide as he moved closer and stood in a single ray of moonlight. The silk stockings chafed against his thighs with each step, the straps of the bra hugging his shoulders. The panties were far too small and he felt his face flush as Natalia crawled to the end of the bed.

           “What are you doing?” she giggled.

           “You gave me a show,” he said. “So I’m returning the favor.”

           Natalia looked as if she was ready to protest when she narrowed her eyes.

           “Turn around.”

           “Is that what you want?”

           “It’s what you would have asked me to do.”

           Honoring the request, his ass almost bare as it met her eyes, he wondered if he looked silly when he felt her hands on his sides, the feel of her fingers caused him to quiver.

           “It does match your eyes.”

           “You’re not looking at my face,” he said.

           “Sorry. I love the view from back here.”

           He waited until she turned him around again, stroking the corset as her gaze traveled down his legs.

           “Only thing that you’re missing is the heels,” she mused.

           “Give a guy a break. I’m improvising here.”

           “I would have loved to have watched you put it all on.”

           “Wouldn’t you rather help me take it off?” he asked as she pursed her lips and fell back to the pillows with her fingers locked behind her head.

           “How does it feel?” she asked.

           “Excuse me?”

           “My naughty clothes on your beautiful body.”

           He feared the panties would give way as he searched for the words and answered her with a smirk.

           “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased.

           “Come on,” she whined. “Give me something on my deathbed.”

           “Nothing if you keep talking like that.”

           “Sorry.”

           Her frown returned. The last thing he wanted. Perching on the end of the bed, doing his best to strike the kind of pose that she would make worthy of a portrait, he focused on her eyes…

           …and felt the garments rubbing against his skin.

           “It feels… soft.”

           “Not a bad start.”

           “But it’s so much more,” he continued.

           “Go on.”

           With a few deep breaths, he let thought of her body encased in ribbons and lace, licking his lips at the feel of the fabric, flashing back to the pictures she had sent as he closed his eyes.

           “I… it’s like looking through your eyes.” he continued. “That long mirror in a little room. The way your heart beat here.”

           He fingered the emerald cup and stayed in her stare.

           “The way you’d smooth your hands like this.”

           She gasped lightly as he touched the stockings…

           …and touched his bulge in the panties.

           “You were already wanting me here, hermosa,” he whispered. “I can feel that, too. I…”

           “Atticus?”

           “It’s like I’m under your skin. And I can’t think of a better place to be.”

           He was ready to cum as she arched her hips and crooked one finger. Falling to her side, Rafael heard the sigh leave her lips as she pulled off her nightgown and wrapped her arms around him, somehow summoning the strength to push him back to the bed as she reached inside the green silk and cradled his cock.

           “Natalia…”

           “This is where I want to be.”

           Fondling him softly, kissing his naval, her head stayed buried in his belly as she pumped and felt his lust mingle with hers. She nipped at the slim waistband, easing it lower as she bathed his thighs with her lips as she kissed his way up his torso.

           “Guess what?” she whispered.

           “What?” he moaned as she suckled his lust from her fingers and straddled his hips.

           “I feel so much better now.”

           “That’s all I wanted,” he said, his taste on her mouth as they kissed and she tousled his hair. “But…”

           “But what?” she asked.

           “Well… I mean… was it really that good for you?” he asked.

           “Seriously, Atticus.” She guided his hand to her slick thighs, the roses back in her cheeks.

           “I came just looking at you,” she said.

           “So a job well done.”

           “Very,” she sighed. “Maggie wondered if we ever got kinky. But this is a whole new level of happy Valentine’s Day.”            

           “Mi objetivo es agradar.”

           “You more than hit the mark.”

           She seemed content in his arms as she snuggled closer, and he loved the look of her face at rest as he brushed a few strands of fallen hair from her eyes and kissed her nose.

           “Feliz dia de San Valentin, hermosa.”

           “Muchas gracias.”

           Natalia started to bring the covers back over their bodies when he caught her hand.

           “But I still want to see you in the black one when you’re feeling up to it.”

           “Not unless I see you in it first.”

[andtheywereroom-mates]

Date Night

Lovable idiots go to dinner way too fancy for them. 

“So what happened after they found out who you /really/ were?” she supplies as she neatly folds another T-Shirt into the basket. Zabuza scoffs from his place behind her, leaning against the doorjamb of the cramped space she called a laundry room. “Does it matter? They were done in a matter of minutes. Just a-“ Vix pauses in her actions to glance over at Zabuza and a dreamy smile turns up the corner of her mouth. It was funny, really, how love had a way of painting a person in brilliant new hues and colors that would otherwise go unseen. All the time she’d known him, she’d never noticed the subtle look of excitement and pride that would fill his eyes or the trace of a confident smirk threatening to peel across his lips whenever he’d talk about a mission. The ever-stoic Zabuza Momochi was just a façade she’d somehow managed to allow herself to believe, but now she was slowly discovering all the truths his heart opened up to hers. Her eyes follow the gesture of his hands then wander up to watch the movement of his lips before settling finally on his obsidian eyes. “I brought him what he needed, took the reward, and so the bills are getting paid this month.” An expression she can’t quite place crosses his features when he looks at her that nonetheless causes her smile to widen slightly. Vix gathers her bed-head curls and ties them into a messy bun on top of her head before hoisting the laundry basket onto one hip and making for the door. “You’re such a badass, Michi.” She murmurs and leans up expectantly to give Zabuza a quick kiss, then continues towards her bedroom. When they made the move, the idea of moving in together was mentioned, but was somehow or another dismissed amongst their discussion. Zabuza had been worried about living permanently with another person again and Vix had been more worried about the constant togetherness. /Tenderly, she takes his hands in hers. “I really want this to work, Zabuza. And I don’t want us to wind up pushing each other way over something stupid like you forgot to put the seat down or I find out you’re deathly allergic to chili powder after I’ve already made you dinner. If we fight—not that I expect us to fight—we have our own places to cool down and have /the best/ make-up sex when we decide we’re through being pouty.” At the last comment, Zabuza snickers and nods finally. “Fine. For the make-up sex.”/ Both of them had their own apartment; however, they spent so much time together spending several days at one house than the other, that their plan seemed altogether a bit contradictory. “Do you wanna order in again tonight?” she calls down the hall.

He follows behind her, leaning against the doorjamb when they reach her room and watching her put the clothes in their proper places. His gaze softens when she's not looking. Even while doing a mundane task like the laundry with her messy bed-head bun and lay-around clothes she left him breathless. He pretends to ponder over her question so he can put off answering and just continue to watch her. He finds himself smiling a wicked smile, almost as if he were challenging her. "What if... we went out tonight instead?"

It was comforting the way his presence always seemed to hover around her. At his question, she pauses then all at once turns around with a hopeful grin. Zabuza /hated/ going out. A fact that she had learned, and hadn't cared about, when she'd drag him along with her to this club or that bar. With all the commotion of unpacking and being swept up in their new relationship, she hadn't given it a second thought that they had yet to spend a night out on the town. Sure they'd gone out plenty of times before, but something about the suggestion was entirely different this time around. "You mean like a date...?"

His smug grin faltered a bit at her words, but he quickly put it back in place. Of course that was what he meant, but those exact words, from her mouth... It suddenly seemed to have a much more serious connotation. He remembered the last time he was supposed to have gone on a "date"... but just as quickly shoved that from his mind too. He met her wide, excited eyes, and his heart warmed just a bit. "Yeah... like a date."

She's too  blinded by her own excitement to notice his small slip. "It's a date." The words catch fire on her tongue and her smile is beaming. 

I won't take long." she supplies, flitting to grab a simple skirt and blouse from the closet before disappearing into the bathroom. She changes quickly and eyes herself in the mirror as her hands smooth out her skirt. It was quaint, but she worried it wouldn't be flashy enough to catch his attention. A part of her wonders when she started becoming so self-conscious of Zabuza's opinion. Shaking the thought from her head, she does her make-up and adjusts her curls in a way that transformed messy to sexily unkempt with a few unruly--but well-positioned strands hanging on either side of her face. A /date/ with Zabuza. The idea filled her insides with fireflies. She had no reason to be nervous after the many years she'd known the man on the other side of the door, but even reminding herself of that could not stop the nervous way she chewed her lip when she finally stepped back out into the bedroom.

He watches her scurry away to get changed and briefly worries about what he's wearing. He glances down at his jeans, tight black shirt, and boots and runs his hand through his naturally spiky hair. What do you even wear on dates? He looks up when she re-enters the room, and jams his hands in his pockets, hoping she didn't catch his brief self-conscious moment. He guesses she'll let him know if what hes wearing isn't appropriate. He notices the slightly unsure way she stands in the middle of the room, as though waiting for his approval. His grin widens as he enters the room and walks towards her. "You look beautiful..." the compliment falls somewhat awkwardly off his tongue.

She settles for shaking her own nervousness off with her joking manner. She strikes an exaggerated pose. "Am I too fabulous for you?" she teases. Vix takes Zabuza's  hands and begins pulling him towards the front door. "Come on, lead the way. I want to enjoy this before you have the time to change your mind."

He laughs lightly at her display and allows her to pull him along with her. "Lead the way?" he repeats, pausing for a moment after. Ordinarily he would take charge in any situation, but in matters of the mundane he finds himself at a loss. In matters of romance /especially/. "Hm, well, what do you think we should do?"

Vix rolls her eyes as they venture into the evening air. "What you'd do without me, I'll never know." She remains silent a moment, content to allow the feeling of Zabuza's calloused fingers in hers to be the only communication. Her eyes are alight with the lantern glow and she swings their hands lightly as they walk. To be honest, she isn't sure the last time she's been on a date that wasn't simply a courtesy for the /real/ purpose. In the back of her mind there's a vague memory--or more like a dream-- of a ramen shop and nervous brushes of skin fogged by silver. She pauses in front of a fancy-looking restaurant, couples arranged stiffly at tables exchanging small talk and eating /far/ too expensive meals. It seemed like the kind of place they /should/ go, so hesitantly she glances at Zabuza. "Well?"

He looks in the direction her eyes are cast, towards the couples and the laughter and the clink of expensive silverware against expensive china. He frowns slightly, not in aggravation but in thought. He shrugs slightly, turning to smile at her. "Sure. Let's do this." He quirks an eyebrow at her, his tone slightly snarky. Still acting like it's a challenge rather than something sentimental. It's just easier that way.

A fresh smirk turns up the corner of her mouth as she sashays towards the maitre d, feeling a lot more like they're about to go head-to-head in a spar rather than simply enjoy a romantic dinner. The added sway of her hips are as much a challenge as his tone, almost saying "I see your sarcasm and raise you a /very/ confident strut." A practiced smile breaks the maitre d's features as he notices the approaching woman. "Hello, welcome to-....M'aam?" It quickly falters as she continues right past him towards an empty table. "I'm afraid you need a reservat-" Vix turned on her suddenly with an appalled expression. "Ex/cuse/ me? Are you trying to insinuate that I'm not on the list?" With a suddenly nervous air, the poor waiter swiftly glanced at his watch then flipped through his papers. "Ah-Ah, I am so sorry Mrs....Robinson. Where might I ask is Mr. Robinson?" he asked, still a bit dubious. Vix narrowed her eyes at the maitre'd then glanced over at Zabuza. "/Dar/ling, do come on." she says with a voice like satin as she dons her /most/ innocent smile.

Zabuza tries very hard to conceal his grin as he watches her display. She is a /master/ at working the system. When she calls to him he follows her confidently. With his long strides he reaches the table before her, holding out the chair for her to sit in, waiting until she does so, before taking a seat himself. He then looks up at the waiter, eyebrows raised, as though waiting for him to do something.

The show of gentlemanliness catches her off guard, but she nonetheless slides into the seat. The waiter blinks, embarrassed by his own slip, and fumbles with his order pad. "And to drink this evening? May I suggest the champagne?" Vix's eyes alight slightly and she nods. "That sounds lovely. Just put everything on our tab." The waiter scribbles a note then scurries back to his post. "And just like that we've got free dinner." She says with a proud smile. Her eyes linger on Zabuza's face a moment and all at once her confidence dwindles. A blush flares across her cheeks then she quickly lifts the menu, hoping it escaped his notice.

He raises his eyebrows at her. He knows that Vix is not a... model citizen, but this...? He finds a small smirk making its way onto his face. The people who went to places like this had /more/ than enough to spare, and he wasn't going to waste an ounce of guilt on what they were doing. The waiter returns with their champagne. Most likely far fancier and more expensive than any of the alcoholic beverages he'd ever tried... and that's quite a list. It's only when he raises his glass for her to toast with him that he notices that she's hiding the slight blush that has crept into her cheeks by busying herself with the menu. He clears his throat for her attention.

Mentally, she chided herself. /"What are you so worked up for? It's /just/ Zabuza."/ The sound breaks her attempt at concentration and she folds down a corner of the menu down to glance at him. To be honest, she was merely marvelling at the fact that they were here. That she'd dragged him into this stuffy restaurant and that they were on a /date/ and that the two of them really were /together/ and this wasn't just some twisted limbo or a dream. Her fingers curl around her glass and she raises it slightly. "To formally kicking off all the future sex." she says, deciding to mask her nervousness with her sarcasm once again. 

He clinks his glass against hers, actually laughing in response. He sips his drink and it's strange and light and pretty amazing, if a bit refined for his tastes. He licks his lips, sets the glass down, looks back at her. Leans forward slightly. He wonders if admitting to this would make her feel less nervous, but it can't hurt. "I... have never been in a place this nice. In my life." He confides in a low voice.

The warm sound of his laughter causes a grin to brighten her features. She raises an eyebrow. "Really?" Her eyes scan the room but there's no novelty  in the faces or the luxurious atmosphere. It was a scene she'd seen thousands of times before and the hushed voices of emotionless small talk bring on memories she'd sooner forget. The grin fades into a very slight grimace. She can recall the incredulous looks, the vice grip on her wrist beneath the table forcing her to hold her tongue, and the ever-present false smiles. She catches her reflection in the wine glass and its a startling resemblance to the cold, poised woman of her childhood. Her gaze snaps up into Zabuza's face, half-expecting to see the harsh contours of her father's features there, but the mental lapse dissipates once she meets his  eyes and she reaches to cup her hand over his on the tabletop. "I'm glad I'm here with you."

He searches her face as a range of emotions dance behind her eyes, wondering what could be going on behind that passive facade. He frowns slightly as she starts out of it, but smiles at her when she takes his hand. "Me too..." he trails off, admittedly lost in her eyes. He mentally shakes himself.