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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years ago

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Light My Fire - CH03

Pairing: CEO!Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: She always thought her boss was an ill-tempered man, but when he presents her with a proposition she can’t quite deny, she gets to know him better. It’s not bad, right? Because all she has to do is being fake married to him for six months, sounds do-able, right? Right.

Warnings: There’s sweet fluff in this.

WC: 2738

Please share your thoughts with me, I’d love to hear your feedback.

Beta’d by @deanwanddamons <3

SERIES MATSTERLIST

They enjoy their glass of wine in silence before her stomach starts to growl. It growls the loudest she’s ever heard. Maybe it’s because she hasn't had anything to eat since this morning, and her stomach rebels against the wine as it’s the only thing in there. She should have known better.

Dean must have heard it because he starts to chuckle, “What toppings do you like? I thought we could share one.”

“Sure, but don’t judge, please?” She says as she stands up, sees Dean’s eyes on her and feels the urge to cover up. He gets up from his chair and takes the towel she brought out with her, holds it up for her to cover herself.

When he looks at her again, he has one eyebrow cocked, “Why should I judge?”

“Uh, because I quite like pineapples on pizza,”

“I don’t judge,” Dean scoffs, and adds, “But I really think that should be illegal,” He laughs, but he doesn’t say anything more, and goes in to order their pizza.

Y/N slips in while he’s on the phone and goes straight to her room, and changes into something comfortable. Now that she’s seen that he wears sweats, she’s happy to match him. It’s actually pretty weird seeing Dean like this because the only clothes she ever saw him in are suits, it makes her think that he even sleeps in them. She wonders if he has other clothes at all.

When the pizza arrives, Dean moves the glasses and bottle into the living room and asks her what movie she wants to watch, but she really doesn’t mind so she lets him choose. Dean zaps through Netflix and settles on Bird Box.

While the movie starts, he hands her some napkins, and she’s wondering if that’s enough, because she’d hate to ruin the nice couch. He must have sensed her hesitation because he’s smirking, “It’s okay, you don’t wanna know what I managed to spill on this couch already,”

“Ewww,” She mocks, cringes her nose and he snorts out a laugh.

It’s easy, she thinks. It’s easy to let herself go. It’s easy to be here with him and just talk about anything outside of work. She comes to the conclusion that Dean’s not such an asshole after all. In fact, he’s a real gentleman. And that’s not really good, is it? It makes her feel things she shouldn’t feel.

She shakes the thought out of her head and takes a slice of pizza out of the box. It’s then that she realizes that the whole pizza is riddled with pineapples. She frowns, “I thought you didn’t like pineapples on pizza?”

“I don’t,” Dean shrugs, takes a bite and pretends to wrinkle his nose before he grins with his mouth full and continues to eat.

Y/N doesn’t think she makes it far into the movie because her eyelids are getting heavy halfway through. It’s the most illogical, most boring thing she’s ever seen, but she didn’t want to hurt his feelings so she tries to watch it.

Last thing she remembers, though, is that she’s half leaning against Dean before she fell asleep.

***

Y/N wakes up in a bed. It’s clearly not hers. It took her an embarrassingly long time to realize that she’s in Dean’s apartment and that she’s in her bedroom.

Oh no, she remembers eating pizza with Dean, remembers falling asleep to the stupid movie. He must have carried her to her bed.

Her own fucking boss had to carry her to bed! If that’s not embarrassing she doesn’t know what is.

She scans the room and her eyes settle on the clock on her nightstand. It’s already past 8am. She slept like a baby through her alarm but in her defense, the bed is so fucking comfortable, more comfortable than her own, and it’s only a fucking guest room. She wonders how comfortable Dean’s bed must be. How he can even wake up and get out of it every morning astounds her.

And then, the thought of being late for work crosses her mind before she realizes that she doesn’t have to go in. Realizes that she didn’t sleep through her alarm because she didn’t set one in the first place.

Grabbing her phone, she sees that there’s a text from Ruby.

R: How was your first night? Did you consummate your fake marriage? *wink wink*

Then a text ten minutes later.

R: Oh my god, it should have been a joke but you did, didn’t you? He’s in a remarkably good mood. Didn’t bitch about the coffee I brought him at all!

Ah, Dean’s already at work then. He’s usually there before she turns up, and now she knows why. It’s only about a ten minutes walk from his apartment.

Y/N: Relax, nothing happened.

R: Ah, there she is.

Y/N: I slept in. The bed is so comfortable!

R: His bed I’d hope!

She snorts out a laugh.

Y/N: No, I have my own room that’s bigger than my apartment.

R: Ugh, maybe I can come see you? Wanna see how the most not eligible bachelor lives. Or send me pics! Oh shit, he called out for me. I need to go. But I swear, whatever you’ve done to him. Do it again! I like to work for him when he’s not constantly yelling at people.

She chuckles at that. She doesn’t answer Ruby though, instead she sends a text to Jack, telling him that she’s got another job that would secure him his degree and that everything’s okay.

Climbing out of bed, she decides to get coffee. It’s weird not having to go to work and she kind of misses it a little.

Y/N walks out into the kitchen where there’s still a faint smell of his cologne and coffee in the air. A deadly combination for her brain apparently, because it makes her insides tingle in all the right places. She looks around and immediately spots a yellow sticky note left on the machine.

It’s Dean’s handwriting. She knows it from all the scribblings he leaves on her desk when he already shut off his laptop and thinks about something that she must do for him the next day.

The machine is easy to handle. On, off. That’s it. I’m sorry I made you watch that movie. If you want to know, it didn’t get better after you fell asleep. Two hours of our lives, wasted. I’ll see you tonight, maybe we can watch something else — D

She’s smirking. He really took his time this morning to write her a fucking novel. It really baffles her that he goes out of his way for her and it really seems like he genuinely cares to make her stay with him as comfortable as he can. Well, it does benefit him too, come to think of it.

After another round on the massage comforter, she walks into her room to find a message from Jack.

J: I hope you don’t sell yourself for my benefit. But I trust you. Miss you x

She has to smirk and immediately types an answer back.

Y/N: Just stay in college and make me proud, alright?

Just when she’s about to put her phone away, it lights up with a call.

Dean.

“Hello?” She says, wondering if she should add sir to it at first but decides to drop it.

“Hey, you slept alright?”

She smiles, “Yeah, thanks. It’s the most comfortable bed.” She bites on her tongue so as to not ask him about him carrying her back to said bed.

There’s a light chuckle on the other end, “Good. Listen, I went over my schedule today because Ruby didn’t do it for me, and saw that I can’t have a movie night this evening like I wrote on the note,” He pauses to think, “You found the note, right?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“So, you maybe did know this because you arranged the invitation and you put it into my calendar, but I didn’t until about twenty minutes ago,”

She thinks hard about his schedule, remembers that there was something. An event. Some kind of gala.

“But instead of watching a movie, what would you say to me taking you out?” He says, “I called them and managed to do a last minute adjustment to my invitation.”

“Oh,” She huffs out, knowing where Dean wants to go with that.

“Thought it’d be a good opportunity to show them my wife. Are you in?”

He still asks, even if he actually doesn’t have to? Because yeah, she obviously can’t be a fake wife in private. The world needs to see it. Amara needs to see it.

“I guess,” She mutters. She is actually not really sure if she can pull that off. Her heart beats faster just thinking about walking on a red carpet.

“Y/N, you don’t have to, you know,” It’s as if he senses her dread, “I don’t want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, but we should at least try to look like a happily married couple and we can’t pretend if you don’t want to.”

“No— I mean, it’s okay, I’ll do it,” Her voice is more firm this time. She wants to. Wants to show him that she can do it.

It shouldn’t be hard, right? She’s been with a man before. She knows all that hand holding stuff. And Dean’s paying her double for god’s sake. What’s an evening of being flirty with him? It’s not like he is an old greasy man. Well, maybe that would be better? Maybe then she will not risk falling for him? Because that’s what is going to happen if she’s not careful, she just knows it. And then she’ll get her heart broken. Even though a broken heart is a little price to pay if it means that Jack can finally start his own future, come to think of it.

“Okay,” There’s a huff of breath, he’s smiling, she can hear it, “Good. I’ll get Gabe to drop off my card, you can go shopping for a dress. The card has no limit, just buy whatever you want, alright?”

She grins smugly, “I need shoes, too.”

“Buy all the things you want.”

“Alright, sir.”

“Y/N, stop calling me that. Unless,” He pauses and there’s a playfulness in his voice, “That’s what you like.”

She’s glad it’s not a video call, so he isn’t able to see that her face is burning up. She doesn’t say anything and Dean takes the hint.

“Right, I have another meeting, I’ll see you around 7pm. The gala starts at 8pm.”

“K, bye Dean.”

“Have fun.”

Y/N’s standing in her room as she waits for Dean to come back. He’ll probably need to shower and get dressed too.

Gabe came by to drop off Dean’s Centurion card and he walked straight into Dean’s bedroom to drop off Dean’s tux onto his bed. She never had such a card in her hands, it feels heavy, made of platinum, not like her cheap plastic one that she only uses once in a blue moon.

At first she didn’t know where to go because she hadn't been dress shopping for a gala before. She wondered if H&M would be a good choice but then thinks that it probably wouldn’t. While she was out shopping she looked into shop windows and came across a beautiful long sleeved sequin pattern dress in gold.

She never knew gold would look good on her but the shop assistant was so nice, even though she knows it’s that woman’s job, she felt really good in the dress and it wasn’t over the top with the price so Dean should be okay with it. She couldn’t resist buying matching shoes, too.

Later, she splashed out some money for lingerie that she could wear under it and hoped that Dean wouldn’t mind. He told her to buy whatever she likes, so.

And now, she’s nervously pacing around her room. Her pacing only stops when she hears footsteps approaching.

There’s a knock at her door, “Y/N, you okay?”

“Yeah,” She manages to say.

“Good, sorry I’m a little late, had to pick up something on the way. I’ll shower and get dressed. Meet you in the living room in thirty minutes?”

“Sure,”

She hears him opening the door to his room.

Thirty minutes. Ugh. She hasn’t even applied makeup yet. She’s so nervous.

After a last check in the mirror, she walks out into the living area, her heels clicking on the marble flooring. She’s not used to wearing such high heels, and prays that she won’t stumble and fall flat on her face.

As she rounds the corner into the living area, she sees Dean already waiting for her, dressed in a fitting tux and smelling so fucking delicious. He looks like he’s just stepped out of a glossy magazine spread and that’s not fair. She can already see the press giving them a caption for their picture together. It reads, DEAN WINCHESTER COULD DO SO MUCH BETTER.

Y/N can feel Dean’s eyes on her. They’re wide and his lips part slightly before they curve up into a smile. It’s bright and white. She’s smiling too, can’t not smile when he’s looking at her like that. Looking at her like she’s the only one that matters. She’s not used to it at all.

“Wow,” Dean breathes out, “You look beautiful.”

She was already blushing before but now her cheeks heat up a little more, “Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”

Dean has to chuckle and then all of a sudden, he runs back to his room, “I’ll be right back,”

After about a minute Dean reappears clutching things in his hand. One of them is a pocket square. He went in and picked out a color that matches her dress. She has to grin at that.

He places it inside his jacket but he seems to struggle, “Can you help me, I—”

“Of course,” She grins, and steps closer to him, arranging the pocket square so that I’d look nice. Patting his pocket, she leaves her hand on his chest when she’s done, feels his heartbeat underneath her palm. She can swear it beats a little faster than usual, not that she knows his resting heart rate. “All set.” She says and Dean grins at her.

“Okay, now my turn,” Dean licks his lips and clears his throat, and she can’t help but wonder what he means by his turn.

She doesn’t have to wait long, because Dean opens up the little box he was still clutching and she can see the princess cut diamond engagement ring with a matching wedding band.

“Dean, no.”

“Why, Dean, yes.” He chuckles, takes them out, and takes her left hand in his. “Y/N, will you give me the honor of being my fake wife for real now?”

Y/N has to giggle at that, “Yeah, of course,”

He smiles, slips the ring onto her ring finger and to her surprise, they fit perfectly. She looks at Dean, raises her eyebrow, “Let me guess, Ruby?”

“Yeah,” Dean smirks, and then he shows her his left hand, “I have one, too. So, you ready?”

“Not really?”

“That’s the spirit,” Dean places his hand around her waist, pulls her close and kisses her cheek softly.

It does nothing to calm her down because she’s even more nervous now.

“You gotta try to keep me from falling, okay?,” She says as he moves his hand to the small of her back, and guides her to the door.

“I would never let you fall,” Dean shows her a small smile and they step into the elevator.

In there, she eyes him up again, can’t quite take her eyes off him. He looks so good with the slight scruff and the freckles, the crinkles around his eyes deepen the longer she stares at him.

“What?” He asks her, raises an eyebrow.

“You look good, Mr. Winchester,” She says with a smile.

“You too, Mrs. Winchester. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. And I’m not lying.” He leans in, places another kiss on her heated cheeks before the elevator comes to a halt.

He helps her get out and Gabriel’s already waiting, holding the limousine door open for them.

CH04

#light my fire #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #ceo!dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester fan fic #dean winchester fan fiction #nathalie writes

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luciferist · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I please request an MC who is still in college (aged like 21/22) with Jumin. And she is super stressed because of her course work and an upcoming test but doesn’t want to let him know because he is so excited to take her to this gala tonight and bought her a fancy dress. thanks!

hello!! thank you for requesting :D please enjoy !!

– jumin + an college student mc who’s stressed but doesn’t want to tell him

you swear you’ve never seen jumin more excited for anything, not since you first went to his house all those months ago

jumin had been talking about this upcoming charity gala for WEEKS and was preparing your outfit, your entrance, every little detail

when he first had told you about the event, you were excited too since you had never attended something so nice, but it also didn’t seem like that grand of an event. it looked like something jumin would be used to and wouldn’t even bat an eyelash at

“my sweet, this event will be the first formal event other than the RFA party where you will attend as my partner. do you understand now, why i’m so excited to show you off?”

and lord, he is just the sweetest, isn’t he? you were overjoyed that you meant so much to him and you, as well, began to count the days until the special night

sure, you had a bunch of work due the week of the gala, but you’d be fine. right?

that’s what you thought.

that is, until, the week before the gala, your professor informed you that your final would be the day after the gala at 8am.

and would be 60% of your overall grade.

seriously, who does that??? you began to think maybe you should’ve just joined the circus after high school. dammit.

and dear jumin, your sweet jumin :( he was so excited to bring you... but you just had so much work and studying to do... but the way his face lit up every time he spoke about the custom dress he had ordered just for you... well, it would be okay, right? you just had to be running on ten cups of coffee that morning.

jumin was so excited and you didn’t want to ruin that.

and so came along a week’s worth of late nights spent studying, going to class, and typing word after word after word

and finally, the day of the gala arrived

it was half an hour before the start of the event and you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit

you looked absolutely gorgeous in the custom-made floral tulle gown jumin got for you, imported from italy.

oh my god, how is this me? you look into your eyes in the mirror, taking in a deep sigh. it’s go time. let’s hope i don’t pass out in front of the class tomorrow.

while the dress looked stunning on you, fitting in all the best places, you looked sleep-deprived and hadn’t gotten more than four hours of sleep a night in the past week. every time you closed your eyes, you felt like falling asleep right there

but then jumin walked into the bathroom wearing a dark navy suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and his juicy behind

the things i do for this ass... you think as he gives you a kiss on the cheek and circles your waist from behind

“you are absolutely shining, beloved. thank you for gracing me with your companionship tonight.” you peck his cheek, blushing at his sweet words

“shall we go?” he says, taking your hand.

you follow him out into the living room, getting closer and closer to the door, until a sharp pain strikes your head hard and you stumble onto the ground, letting out a strained yelp

jumin takes notice quickly, holding you before you drop completely

“_? what’s wrong? should i call in the physician?”

you urgently tell him no, it’s not that serious, you think it’s just a slight migraine, and that you’re able to go, just give you a minute

suddenly, strong arms pick you up and place you on the kitchen countertop

“_, i need you to tell me what’s wrong now. don’t lie to me, my love. i know you haven’t been sleeping these days. please rely on me.” his eyes are filled with worry and compassion and you had honestly never felt so cared for more than in that moment

“.....” after seeing you fail to speak, jumin hugs your middle, whispering a painful “please.” into your shoulder

tears fill your eyes out of stress, fear of disappointing him, exhaust, and you spill over like an over-poured glass of water

“jumin, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. you must be so angry at me right now... i’m so sorry. this last week has been so busy at school and-and i have my final tomorrow and i’ve been studying non-stop but i just couldn’t tell you because you were so excited for tonight and you even paid for this nice dress and i just ruined all of it and-”

he seals your panicked blabbering with a chaste kiss, quickly shutting you up

jumin pulls back, looking deeply into your teary eyes

all you can see is love and affection for the mess that’s you

“_. darling. your wellbeing is above anything else. above this gala, above this company, above the world. i couldn’t bear it if you were in pain because of my selfishness. and i could never be angry at you, so perish the thought. please do not worry about tonight. let’s go to bed and rest. consider this event cancelled and let me take care of you. and, don’t you know i plan to marry you? there will be plenty more opportunities in our future for me to show off my beautiful lover to the world and for you to attend these events. i guarantee it.”

you almost start crying again at jumin’s wonderful words. how did you get so lucky?

he carries you bridal-style to the bedroom and begins to coddle you just as he likes it. undressing you, bathing you, pampering you for all of your hard work studying the past week. he makes you a comforting plate of pancakes and you spend the rest of the night watching an old romantic movie together, falling asleep on the couch in matching pajamas

the next day, your phone alarm wakes you up at 7am and you shoot up (somehow in bed instead of the couch – jumin must have brought you, but you didn’t have time to ponder the specifics), your brain on immediate panic mode

oh man. ohhhh maaaan. _, you really f*cked up this time.

jumping out of bed, a large hand grabs your wrist

“where are you going, _?” you tug your arm away, scrambling to throw some clothes on and somehow make it to campus in time, screaming some incoherent jumble of words about a test

“oh... that. come back to bed. i took care of it last night. your professor moved your final to wednesday afternoon. how? i gave him an, ah, phone call. that’s all. now come, darling. it’s cold.”

if you know jumin han, you know that he doesn’t lie, so you slowly get back into bed after getting over your bout of suspicion and relax a little.

you just pray that you aren’t kicked out of the department wednesday because your all-too-powerful boyfriend probably threatened to sue your professor for “foresaking your student’s mental health and welfare”. damn, and i was so close to graduating too.

but whatever jumin does, he does only with the best for you in mind, so really, how could you complain?

enjoy !! i had lotsa fun writing this 🥰 yall, get a supportive hubby like this and don’t settle for less !!!

#this was so much fun esp bc i'm a student myself #mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin #jumin han #lili writes

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worldserasingandcreatinginmymind · 4 years ago

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Flesh & Blood | Part Two

Series Summary: A mysterious stranger with ties to your past shows up in your small village

Chapter Summary: a quiet village, every day like the one before... until a mysterious stranger arrives

Pairing: Count Dracula x reader

Word Count: 2126

Warnings: none

A/N: as always spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :) if you want to be added to the taglist please drop me a message in my ask box

Y/B/D = your birth date, Y/H/T = your home town

Masterlist | Part One

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2020

The shrill beeping of your alarm wakes you up with a jump. You groan and roll over, picking up your phone from the bedside table and hitting the snooze button before dropping it back down. You allow yourself to stay in bed for the next 5 minutes, but its not long before the alarm is reminding you it’s time to get up and start the day.

An hour later you're ready and leaving for work. You close the front door of the cottage you live in and head down the hill toward the village high street, taking in the views of the sea as you walk. You’ve lived in this village for as long as you can remember, but the view still makes you smile.

The high street is one main road that runs through the small village and is lined with shops either side. As you walk down the street you greet various other villagers opening up their shops for the day. You hold your breath as you pass the butchers so you cant smell the scent of the uncooked meat hanging in the window. Then you pass the florist and take a deep breath, floral scents flooding your senses. You stop when you reach the local clothes shop and see the owner cleaning up shattered glass.

“Morning Roger” you say and he turns to look at you with sad eyes “what happened?”

“oh someone broke in last night. Smashed the window and stole the suit straight off the mannequin” he points to the naked mannequin left standing in the broken window display.

“did they take anything else?”

“Nothing. Not even a penny from the till. Just the one suit, thats it.”

“that’s weird. At least theres not too much damage though”

“I guess I should count myself lucky that it could have been much worse. Have a good day y/n” he says with a tired smile as he takes the bucket of broken glass inside the shop.

You pass a few more shops before you reach the door of the bakery cafe and swing the door open, the familiar scent of fresh baked bread and cakes fills the air.

“Morning Maggie” you call as you drop your bag behind the counter and head into the kitchen at the back.

“morning love” She responds, looking at you over the top of her flour covered glasses as she kneads dough on the counter. Maggie is an older lady, with a friendly wrinkled covered face and greying curly hair which was currently contained in a hairnet. She had always been like a grandmother to you, and since losing your parents she was the only family you had left. Apart from being a bit of a gossip, she was a really lovely lady and you love working for her and listening to her crazy conspiracy theories. “did you hear all the drama last night?”

“yeah I’ve just seen Roger outside, he told me all about the break in” you respond, grabbing your apron off the hook and tying it around your waist.

“oh no I meant about the drama on the beach?”

“no? What happened?”

“oh it all kicked off. Helicopters, sirens, the works. You didn’t hear any of it from up the hill?”

“nope, must have slept right through it.”

“you young people, you’ll sleep through anything” Maggie says putting another batch of bread in the oven “well you missed all the fun. They dragged a body out of the sea and-”

“a body?!” You interrupt.

“well according to Carol anyway. She said she heard from Jan that someone had reported a body on the beach. Her grandson works in the police so she finds out things from him. Anyway, the police raced down there straight away but when they got there the army had already arrived and told them to leave. Army outrank the local police apparently.”

“wow”

“and thats not all. I ran into Nigel this morning in the supermarket. Nigel lives right by the beach and he said he heard a gunshot and a load of shouting last night. He looked out the window and saw a woman lying on the sand bleeding, and people in black uniforms running everywhere. Looked like there were chasing a man. He ran down to see if he could help but by the time he got there the beach was empty. No sign of anyone at all. Strange right?”

“very” you nod, trying to seem more interested “what do you think happened?”

“maybe it was a vampire” a mans voice suddenly speaks and you both turn around to see a tall man with jet black hair stood looking at you through the serving hatch.

“a vampire? Now theres a suggestion I didn’t expect to hear” Maggie laughs and the stranger laughs back at her, but you get the feeling he wasn’t really joking.

“What are you cooking back there? Something smells.. exceptionally good” he says, his dark eyes fixed on you.

“All sorts of magic happening in these ovens, but unfortunately we’re not actually open till 8am” Maggie replies in her usual customer service voice and she walks through into the shop. You stay back in the kitchen, mixing the dough for the next batch of bread.

“oh I’m very sorry, I didn’t know. I’m new around here” you hear the man say, he talks like an old fashioned gentleman.

“no bother, it’s alright. If you want to take a menu and come back in half an hour we’ll be happy to serve you a slice of magic”

“wonderful. I’ll be back then.” You watch as he turns to leave, then stops. “see you later Y/N” he shouts through to you and your eyes go wide as he shuts the door behind him.

“ooh I think someone likes you” Maggie teases and she walks back into the kitchen.

“how did he know my name?” You say, not really asking but more thinking out loud.

“hmm I don't know. Probably read it off your name tag” she replies casually as she carries on baking.

You look down at the small name tag you forgot was attached to your apron and let out a small sigh. Of course that makes sense. But you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach when you thought about the darkness in his eyes.

— — — —

The day was dragging. The usual customers came and went, each with their own theories about what had happened the night before. Maggie was happy to listen and share her own views with them but you ended up zoning out every time. Instead you wondered about the stranger from this morning. Who was he? He said he was new here, does that mean he’s staying or just passing through? Either way, something about him made you feel weird and you found yourself watching the door anxiously every time the little bell above it rang.

You were clearing tables after the lunch rush before you could go on your own lunch break, when the door bell dinged and a woman you didn’t recognise walked in.

“take a seat, I’ll be with you in a moment” you say politely as you carry a tray of dirty dishes and mugs into the kitchen. You pick up your little note pad and pen ready to go take her order when Maggie stops you.

“its okay love, I’ll serve her. You have your lunch” she says gesturing to the plate of sandwiches she’s made for you then walking out into the cafe greeting the stranger in her usual loud and bubble manner.

You smile and take the food out through the back door and take a seat on the grassy bank. The sunshine warms your skin as you tuck in to the delicious sandwiches which Maggie has packed with your favourite filling. Once you’ve finished eating you lie with your back on the grass, watching the seagulls fly high above you and the white clouds moving slowly across the perfect blue sky.

You lie there daydreaming for a while but when a fly noisily buzzes past your face and makes you jump you sit up, swatting it away with your hand. You check the time on your watch, almost time to get back to work. You take a few deep breathes of the fresh air before standing up and brushing the grass off you. Something catches your attention in the corner of you eye and you turn to look.

There he is.

The stranger from this morning stood in the shade, leaning against a tree trunk. A shiver tickles down your spine and he smirks at you as the two of you lock eyes.

“Y/N love, could you come back in now?” Maggie calls, poking her head out the door.

“yes yeah ill be right there” you respond looking at her and she goes back inside. You look back over to the tree but he’s gone. Was he ever really there or is he just on your mind?

You walk back into the kitchen, deep in thought.

“are you alright love?” Maggie ask, concerned when she sees the look on your face.

“yeah I’m fine” you snap out of it and smile at her. You spot the unknown lady still sat at the same table she was at before you went on lunch. “she’s still here?”

“she asked if she could use our wifi to do some work on her computer, I said its fine as long as she buys something. Anyway, I’m just nipping out. Will you be okay to run things here for a while?”

“of course, see you in a bit” you smile as she heads out the front door. The lady looks up at you from her laptop and you smile, but she just looks back down and carries on working.

Ten minutes later the cafe is empty apart from you and the mysterious lady.

“excuse me, could I get two more coffees please?” She calls to you and you nod.

“two? Sure yeah, coming up” you reply slightly confused. Two? Maybe someone is coming to join her.

You make the coffees and carry them over to her, carefully placing them down on the table next to her laptop.

“Thanks, this one’s yours. Will you sit?” she gestures to the chair opposite her.

“huh? Oh, no thank you. I cant, I’m working right now”

“theres no one else in here. Just sit for a moment. I have something important to discuss with you” she says friendly enough but with a serious undertone.

“i don't understand-” you start

“Y/N Y/L/N. Born Y/B/D in Y/H/T, but moved here to this village when you were 4 years old and you’ve lived her ever since. Your parents died 5 years ago in a car crash and since then you’ve lived alone in your family home, the lovely little cottage up on that hill.”

“How do you know all of this?”

“Sister Y/N, your great great grandmother, was a nun in Saint Mary’s convent of Budapest in the late 1800’s. In 1897 every nun in that convent was slaughtered. All but three, your great great grandmother was one of them. She fled to England and started a new life. A family.”

“How do you know this?” You repeat, getting frustrated.

“Because I am a direct descendant of one of the other survivors, Sister Agatha Van Helsing. I’m Dr Zoe Van Helsing”

“What, so, someone broke into a nunnery and killed everyone. But our ancestors got away?” You don't understand why any of this matters.

“not someone, something” she pauses “a vampire”

“a vampire?” You stare at her in disbelief and she nods. She’s not joking, she really believes this. “this is ridiculous, I don't know what game you're playing with me but I want no part of it” you say walking away from her.

“this is not a game, this is real. Y/N, a vampire killed all those nuns back then, and now he’s back. He’s here, and I think he’s looking for you”

Her words stop you dead in your tracks.

“He could have killed her, Y/N, but he didn’t. He made the decision not to kill her and he let her go.” She continues and you turn to face her again. “it’s all here in this journal written by your great great grandmother. I think you should read it”

You slowly walk back over to her and take a seat at her table. She pushes a very old, slightly torn and battered journal across the table to you. You open it up to the bookmarked page and begin reading.

“1897.

It all started when the undead man arrived…”

Part Three

Taglist: @a-dorky-book-keeper @agent-smulder

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jisungsmochi · 4 years ago

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lovestruck - park jisung

lovestruck - park jisung by jisungsmochi

NEW SERIES ALERT: i’m doing short fics for the dreamies based off songs by The Vamps! stay tuned for the rest hehe <3

college!au, whipped jisung, lots of fluff and teeny bit of angst but not really

word count: 3.3k

summary: “i’m hung up, i’m shook up, i’m lovestruck”

park jisung wasn’t the one to ask someone out, god he didn’t even know how to properly cook ramen. but from the day he met you, he needed to know you. he wanted to love you, it was something he couldn’t shake away. but what do you do when you’re heartbroken yourself, and there’s a lovestruck boy pining over you?

Excuse me miss,

I don’t ever do this,

Must admit i’m pretty nervous,

But just incase you say yes.

jisung was terrified to start his first semester at college. the fact that he just scraped by to get accepted, was already feeding into his nerves. he was worried he wouldn’t make any friends, or be able to keep up with the course content. no matter how many times jeno and jaemin tried to drill into his head that they’d be there to help him through it, the younger boy had a hard time believing in himself. his first day wasn’t the best, he was lost on campus for a solid 30 minutes, missing half of his first lecture. he couldn’t shake the image of rows of people staring at him as he rushed to a seat in the theatre. he felt his cheeks burn at the embarrassment, attempting to hide behind his laptop screen. from the corner of your eye, you noticed the flustered boy, sitting three seats away from you. the seats were empty, giving you a clear view of the dark haired boy. you tuned back into the lecture, thoughts of him still lingering in your mind.

jisung didn’t notice you until the third or fourth lecture. you always sat in the same spot and so did he. naturally, you both started noticing eachother. at first you exchanged small glances, kind of like ‘are you getting this?’ and other times, jisung would catch himself staring at you, zoning out the voice of the lecturer. he thought you were utterly mesmerising. from the way you pushed strands of hair behind your ears, to the way your face contorted into confused expressions. jisung wanted to get to know you, he felt like it was something he needed to do.

so he went to the two people who were experts at both relationships and the college lifestyle.

“okay so you think she’s pretty?” jaemin raised his eyebrows, attempting to catch popcorn in his mouth while sitting on his bed in his shared dorm with jeno.

“pretty is an understatement. she’s just...i don’t know how to explain it” jisung smiles to himself, feeling giddy inside.

“do you know her name?” jeno continues, admiring how flustered the younger boy was becoming.

“uh, not exactly. i mean, i think i heard someone call her before, but i can’t be sure” jisung pouted, realising that he truly didn’t even know your name.

“gosh jisung! you don’t even know the girl’s name, and you’re pining over her already?” jaemin teased, throwing popcorn at him.

jeno started scolding jaemin for making a mess, while trying to give his best advice to jisung.

“why don’t you approach her before the lecture, so you both can have a conversation and then you can ease into asking her to hang out with you?” jeno suggested, but the thought of doing so, had jisung worried.

“i can’t do that, it’s not me. you guys know i’m shy” he softly sighed, lowering his head. the two older boys looked at him in pity, both coming to his side.

“don’t be like that, just try to talk to her, and if she flat out rejects you then she’s not the one okay? you gotta put yourself out there! it’s what college is about” jeno continued to comfort him.

“yeah exactly! and what would happen if you didn’t talk to her? you’d just be creepily staring at her until she has to tell you to stop” jaemin shrugged, causing jeno to throw a pillow at him.

“don’t listen to that idiot, just be yourself and i’m sure she will be more than happy to talk to you” jeno patted jisung’s shoulder, slowly beginning to calm down the anxious boy.

here goes nothing.

the very next lecture, you found yourself arriving to the theatre earlier than you thought. you slept through one of your many alarms, panicking that you were going to be late. you opted to sitting on the staircase outside the theatre, waiting for everyone else to arrive. jisung also arrived earlier than usual, but for the sole reason that he needed to rehearse what he was going to say to you. so when he saw you sitting on the staircase with no one else in sight, he froze. you noticed his presence, instantly recognising him as the boy who sat three seats away from you. you gave him a small smile before continuing to tap on your phone. jisung held his fists tightly together, going over the his prepared script one last time, before approaching you.

“uh excuse me....miss” he blurted, causing you to stop what you were doing. you looked up at the flustered boy, shocked he was speaking to you.

“did you really just call me miss?” you softly chuckled, standing up to face him. you were standing on the second step of the staircase, almost making you eye level with him.

“y-yes? i don’t usually do this, actually i’m kind of nervous. wait where was i again? oh yeah, i’m hoping you’ll say yes, but uh do you want to like, hang out after this lecture?” jisung stammered, as you followed along with each word. you couldn’t help but smile, he was cute, and you couldn’t deny it. but you hoped that this was nothing more than a friendly, classmate outing. you weren’t ready for anything more than that.

“yeah sure, jisung” you nodded, watching as his eyes shot open widely.

“you know my name?” he stuttered,

“yeah, you have your name on your laptop case, you know that right?” you giggled, watching as the realisation hit him. jisung just chuckled along, stringing on about random things as you both entered the lecture theatre. he took the initiative to sit next to you this time, softly whispering to you about all sorts of things. he finally made a friend.

I had to ask,

If you already had dinner plans,

I know you probably have a man,

But if you happen to be unattached.

“alright jisung, what is it now?” jaemin opened the door to the younger boy who had woken them up by banging on their door at 8am.

“i need more advice” he rushed into the room, noticing how messy it had gotten. he stepped over random items on the floor before waking jeno up by hitting him with a pillow.

“i’m too tired to be mad right now” jeno groaned, pulling himself up to rest against his head board. jaemin shuffled back into his bed, ready for another update on operation lovestruck jisung.

“i want to ask her to go out to dinner with me” jisung started, the two boys now slowly becoming more interested.

“big move, dinner is a huge step from just hanging at the cafe on campus” jeno commented as jisung shot him a glare.

“yes i know, but i really just want to ask her to see if she’d say yes” jisung assured himself as the two boys just shrugged,

“you worry too much, she seems like a good person, don’t be too frantic” jaemin sighed, ruffling jisung’s hair before walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

maybe jaemin was right, jisung thought to himself. just play it cool.

you and jisung were at the campus cafe once again, reviewing the notes from this week’s lecture. it was a regular occurrence for the both of you to hang out like this. you didn’t think much of it. but today, jisung was acting more jittery than usual. he wouldn’t look at you and was always on his phone. you weren’t exactly annoyed at him, but curious as to what was bothering him.

“are you okay? you don’t seem like yourself today” you commented, hoping he would talk to you about it.

“ahh yeah i’m fine, just hungry i guess. i could go for dinner” he started, but you cut him off,

“oh my god! dinner! jisung you just reminded me, i have a dinner date with my boyfriend soon” you instantly remembered beginning to pack up your stuff.

“wait boyfriend?” he intended to say to himself, rather than aloud.

“oh y-yeah, it’s kinda fresh? i would have told you about it but i’m still waiting to see if it’s serious. i’ll let you know how it goes? i’ll send over any annotations i finish when i can! see you jisung!” you smiled softly, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before rushing out of the cafe.

boyfriend. of course you had a boyfriend. jisung didn’t stand a chance.

I'd sing your name over the airwaves,

Crash your couch and sleep off or stay awake.

If not tonight, maybe tomorrow,

'Cause I'm hung up, I'm shook up,

I'm lovestruck.

jisung was laying in his bed, indulging in a random crime show on netflix. he tried everything to get his mind off of you, but nothing seemed to work. of course you had a boyfriend, how couldn’t you? you were absolutely stunning, with the most charismatic personality, jisung had ever witnessed. he felt like a fool for even thinking he had a chance.

his thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. he furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting any calls. but when your name popped up on his screen, he immediately answered.

“hello?” he greeted, curious as to why you were calling him so late at night.

“jisung” your voice cracked, which had jisung concerned.

“are you alright? what happened?” he questioned, listening as you let out short sniffles.

“he stood me up. i looked like an idiot, waiting for him outside the restaurant. god, i’m so lucky i didn’t go inside and actually get a table” you tried to lighten up the mood but it clearly didn’t work. jisung didn’t know what to say to you, he was shocked that someone could ever stand you up.

“you’re not an idiot, y/n. don’t say that to yourself. did he give you a reason?” jisung tried to calm you down, his own heart clenching, hearing you in pain.

“no, he hasn’t even responded to my texts or calls. i just feel stupid” you sighed, feeling tears fall down your cheeks. jisung didn’t know how else to comfort you, only wishing he could be close to you right now, and wipe away your tears.

“do you want me to come meet you somewhere? we can just talk” jisung suggested, instantly feeling regret after doing so.

“i mean, you can come to my apartment if you want? i kind of need a friend right now” you continued to sniffle, hearing jisung shuffle around on the other side.

“text me the address and i’m on my way” he hung up the phone, dressing himself appropriately before rushing out of his house and into his car. he felt completely insane for rushing over to you like this, with his messy hair and puffed face from the cold. but he couldn’t bear to see you upset.

he knocked softly on your door, hearing you jiggle the lock on the other end. you pulled the door back slowly, revealing the tall boy dressed in his pajamas with a large black puffed jacket over it. jisung entered your apartment cautiously, taking notice of how small and glum you looked. he wanted to hold you in his arms, but he knew it wasn’t his place to do so. instead he let you lead him to your living room couch where you turned on the heater and made him a mug of hot chocolate.

“by the way, he’s the idiot for ditching you. it’s truly his loss” jisung shrugged, sipping the warm beverage.

“you think so? i feel like i’m at a loss, i mean, i dressed up and waited in the cold, for nothing” you felt like you could start joking about the situation, but jisung didn’t appreciate how you talked down on yourself.

“why do you bring yourself down like that?” jisung questioned, genuinely concerned,

“i don’t know, it’s just easier to blame myself rather than someone who couldn’t give me the time of day” you sunk back into the couch, clutching onto a cushion. jisung have you a solemn look, moving his hand to your shoulder.

“well stop it okay? it’s not nice to hear and as your friend, i cannot let you weep about this stupid guy who does not deserve you” jisung reassured you, making sure to look at you in the eyes. he meant every single word. he thought you were incredible. you needed to know it.

“thank you for this. i don’t know what i would have been doing right now if you weren’t here” you mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks at his words. you’d be lying if you said that jisung didn’t give you butterflies. but considering what went down tonight, you weren’t so sure if having something more than a friendship, with jisung, would be ideal. you were dealing with your own drama, and jisung didn’t need to be a part of your cycle of problems.

jisung always thought jeno and jaemin were just teasing when they said he was a lovestruck puppy. but in this very moment, he agreed with them. he was lovestruck. all he wanted to do was make you smile again. so that’s what he did for the rest of the night. despite your invitations for him to sleep on your bedroom floor, jisung decided to just crash on the couch. he didn’t care if it took weeks, or months to get you to be his. all he knew was that these feelings weren’t going away any time soon.

I'd wait all day, just for a maybe

I'm trying to find a way to be worthy.

If not tonight, maybe tomorrow

'Cause I'm hung up, I'm shook up,

I'm lovestruck.

“so you’re telling me, that she has a boyfriend, but then he stood her up, and she called you and then you spent the night on her couch?!” jaemin’s jaw dropped. jeno couldn’t believe a single word either.

“yep, exactly” jisung shrugged, stuffing his mouth with doritos. the three boys were yet again, hanging out in jeno and jaemin’s dorm room as jisung dished out the details from a few nights ago.

“is she still with him?” jeno was curious,

“i’m not sure. she said that she wanted space from him but you know girls, it’s probably code for, she’s going back to him eventually” jisung admitted defeat, still stuffing his mouth with handfuls of doritos.

“then why does her facebook status say single?” jaemin smirked, shoving his phone in the younger boy’s face.

jisung halted just actions, eyes scanning across the screen.

“no fucking way” he blurted out, crumbs of the doritos, falling all over him.

“you’re a mess, dude. she’s not gonna wanna go for you when you look like this” jeno teased, helping dust off the crumbs from jisung’s shirt.

“you guys think i have a chance?” jisung’s eyes glistened at the idea of you and him dating. it didn’t feel real.

“well you should probably give her time to heal from the breakup. i mean, she’s probably not going to want to jump into anything straight away. just show her you’re there for her and let nature take its course” jeno advised as jaemin nodded in affirmation.

“exactly, just be like how you were a few nights ago and she’ll come around. i must admire how loyal and determined you are” jaemin gave the younger boy a pat on the shoulder before stealing the bag of chips from him.

jisung couldn’t help but think of all the possibilities that would come for you both in the near future.

every weekend from that day onward, you and jisung hung out at your apartment. you’d usually study, watch random shows and movies or simply just talk about the week.

it had been almost two months since your breakup, and you were confident in saying that you no longer felt upset. you started to accept that he wasn’t the one for you and that you deserved better. you couldn’t take all the credit for your progress, having jisung by your side to support you was a huge help.

“hey jisung” you muttered, causing him to look up from his laptop. you were both sitting next to eachother on your living room floor, reviewing lecture notes.

“thank you” you stopped yourself, making jisung more confused by the minute.

“thank you for everything. i don’t know if i would have properly ever gotten over it without you. i know that’s a lot to put onto you and i’m so grateful that you decided to stick with me. if i’m going to be honest, i’ve always wanted to be friends with you. you were the dorky guy who came in late to the very first lecture and sat three seats from me. now you are seated in front of me in my apartment as we cram for our exams” you let out a soft giggle at the last part, jisung reacting in a similar manner. he was shocked to hear your words, the butterflies in his stomach were erratic.

“before you finish, there’s something i think i should tell you” jisung interrupted, his eyes meeting yours. you nodded for him to continue, unsure of what he was about to say,

“from the day i first started noticing you, i could help but admire you. you were always so kind to me and made me feel more at ease with starting college. i’ll just outright say that i have a big crush on you, i have since that day. it feels so weird to say it to you right now. i don’t know if the timing is right, but i’m hoping you can accept my confession. because i really care about you” jisung didn’t continue. he saw your eyes start to glisten. you couldn’t control the emotions you were feeling in this moment.

“jisung, i accept your confession. i know you’re probably wondering if i return you feelings. and if i’m being honest, i’m not quite sure just yet. but i know what type of person you are and i do believe we can be a good fit. so why don’t we go out on a date” you suggested, watching as his mouth was wide open.

“wait what? for real? a date? like right now?” jisung couldn’t believe the words that were leaving his own mouth. you nodded enthusiastically at his reaction.

“i’m going to make this the best date ever, i swear!” he jumped up from his seat, taking your hand before dragging you out of the apartment.

being with jisung was filled with constant laughter, lame jokes, soft touches and warm hugs. he wasn’t afraid to show you how much he adored you. he wasn’t afraid to pull you into him when you were down. and he wasn’t afraid to admit to you, that he was completely lovestruck.

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oureuphoria · 5 years ago

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Worst of You - JJK 10

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X collegestudent!reader

Word count: 3,477

Warnings: None I think.

Note: P.S. thing’s start to go downhill from here.

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When you woke up, you expected to see Jungkook’s side of the bed completely empty but instead, he was right there sleeping peacefully, at 9am. “Jungkook! Wake up, you’re late to work!” You shook him lightly, your voice was still pretty quiet. He tiredly turned to face you before letting out a hoarse, “what?” You pointed at the clock, he took one look at it and went back to sleep. “Jungkook, what about your job? Are you sick?” He turned to face you once again, more awake now. “On Tuesday I got promoted to Corporal, I have Saturdays off now.” “Oh.” You were about to go back to sleep, but then you jumped up quickly and Jungkook winced at the storm that was yet to come. “Wait! Why didn’t you tell me, that’s so amazing! I knew you could do it!” Jungkook pulled the blanket over his head to block out your loud excitement and you got the hint. “Whoops, I’m sorry. I’ll let you sleep now.” You smiled to yourself as you quietly left the bed.

All the sleepiness was knocked out of you so you decided to take a shower, but you were genuinely uncomfortable with the idea of going to the communal bathrooms on a Saturday morning. They were generally filled with puke and hungover college students. You recalled Jungkook telling you a while back that you could use his guest bathroom whenever you wanted and thought you would have to use children’s shampoo because he always kept it there in case his niece and nephew had to stay for a while.

You were still in the bathroom when Jungkook woke up. You were in the middle of harshly judging your skin when you heard Jungkook’s voice just outside your door. “Mom, I told you I don’t want to. No, I don’t have a girlfriend, I’m just not interested.” That sentence alone got rid of all your rationality and soon you had your ear pressed up against the door to hear better. “You know what, fine, I’ll meet her tonight. Are you happy now?” You couldn’t hear what was said on the other line so you had no real way of telling what was really going on or who he was meeting which just made you extremely anxious.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m going out tonight to meet an old friend.” You heard him yell from his room before he came out in slacks and a dress shirt, looking very handsome. You were on the couch, reading a book you bought the other day with Jimin. “Help me with my tie, your small hands make better knots.” You rolled your eyes at the underlying insult but you helped him anyway. You couldn’t help but feel a little angry about having to hear him lie to his mother about you. “Ow! Y/N, too tight.” You didn’t mean to smile but you did and he looked at you suspiciously. “My bad.” He took one look at his reflection in the mirror he has in the living room and angrily took the tie off. “It’s too much.” Then he unbuttoned the first few buttons, his toned chest peaking out. “You seem to be trying awfully hard to impress this ‘old friend’” Jungkook leaned down to face you, pinching your cheeks tightly. “She’s just a friend.” He gave you a quick kiss before he grabbed his things and was out the door.

You went back to reading the book you had just started to read but it was growing harder to concentrate the later it got, and once he was finally back, it was 11pm. You were already asleep on the couch, the book on your lap as your neck hung to the side. Jungkook winced at the uncomfortable position and hoped you weren’t asleep that way for long. “Y/N, wake up. Come on, let’s get you to bed.” You sleepily got up, rubbing your eyes to help you see better. You unlocked your phone to check the time and saw it was 11:17. You couldn’t help but wonder what took him so long considering he left at 7 but before you could address it, the warm confines of the bed pulled you into a gentle sleep.

The next day things were extremely tense. If you didn’t initiate conversations it would often go quiet for a really long time. Jungkook was either on his laptop, on his phone or playing a video game. The cycle got a little tedious around 1pm. “Jungkook, I’m bored.” He didn’t look up from his phone, smiling as he messaged someone. “Hello? Earth to Jungkook?” He once again kept his eyes trained on his screen though this time he found the energy to formulate a reply. “I heard you the first time. I don’t know, go out or something.” You frowned, his days off were the only days you could genuinely spend time with him and yet it felt as if he didn’t want to. You weren’t going to beg for his attention, you knew it would just make him mad.

You decided to go shopping, you wanted new clothes and you were in desperate need of a new laptop charger, you were sick of getting electrocuted every time you tried to charge the damn thing. It was a warm day, significantly warmer than any other this crisp winter, you were nearing the end of February so it was natural for the weather to get warmer. “Isn’t it too cold to wear a skirt?” You heard him ask behind you as you put on your shoes. “I literally just complained to you about the weather and how it was going to be 97 degrees today. Maybe if you listened to me you’d know this.” You stuck your tongue out at him towards the end of your sentence, it was childish yet you couldn’t help but hope he would take you seriously with your complaints. “Do you want me to drop you off?” You shook your head, giving him a peck on the cheek on your way out. “Y/N take a jacket- and she’s already out the door,” Jungkook mumbled the last part to himself, shaking his head slightly at your forgetfulness, he knew it was going to get colder later and he knew he was in for an earful about how cold you were when you’d get home.

“And then the lady told me that they didn’t have any more in my size and I was so sad. Jungkook are you even listening?” On his phone, once again, even when the man wasn’t at work he always found a way to make you feel like a nuisance. You gave up, it was like talking to a brick wall accept maybe the brick wall would be a better listener than Jungkook. You were already in bed when Jungkook joined you, though you were facing the closet door and sleeping near the edge. “Jungkook I think I’m going to go back to sleeping at my dorm.” He wasn’t expecting you to be awake, the statement catching him off-guard. “Really, why?” Despite him sounding fairly uninterested, you were glad he even responded. “If I don’t sleep there then I’m basically paying rent for a horribly overpriced storage unit.” Jungkook chuckled at your joke, but he didn’t reply, you took it as a sign that he wanted you out too.

“Ew, what’re you doing here?” Ellen was exhaling a cloud of smoke when you walked in. “I live here, stupid. Stop smoking indoors!” You spoke through coughs, blowing the smoke away and opening the windows. You looked up to see the fire alarm was off, you glared at her respectively. She didn’t care about your concerns, in fact, to show you exactly how little she cared, she flipped you off as you went to your room. Ellen was a lot of things, but you didn’t think she was a genuinely bad person, she was probably just lonely and sometimes you felt bad for her, but then she would start pissing you off again and you’d go back to hating her.

Your room was still the same, untouched. You often came here to study but you began slacking off as spring break was nearing. Ellen was blasting loud music again but weirdly turned it down when you asked her to. Maybe she liked having you back, maybe your theory about her being lonely was true after all. Whatever it was, you were grateful for it.

The next day was a Tuesday, also known as the worst day of the week. Not only did you have two consecutive tutor lessons but your classes ran nonstop from 8am-3pm. After your last class ended you walked to the library, exhausted and hungry. Unfortunately, you couldn’t eat or rest because your first tutoring lesson started at 4 and you had a lot of content to organize. A couple of students showed up 20 minutes early but you refused to say a word to them and they joked about how you should become a lawyer since you refuse to give out free advice but you were not in the mood.

3 dreadful hours later you were finally done with both sessions and you laid your head on the desk sleepily. You were tired enough to convince yourself to forget food and go home. Sure, you hadn’t eaten anything all day but sleep seemed more appetizing than food ever could. Naturally, since the universe seemed to hate you before you could even get up Jimin sat right in front of you. “There you are! You will not believe who I just saw at the cafe.” You looked at him distastefully. “Who?” You played along for the sake of getting it over and done with. “Jungkook, with a very pretty girl.” You laughed, assuming it to be Mel. “That’s just his coworker.” He looked at you with worried eyes as he shook his head. “No, I saw his coworkers when we went to the club, she’s different. She’s Asian, tall, long black hair, you don’t know her?” You shook your head, feeling the exhaustion disappear. “How long ago did you see them there?” “20 minutes ago, I would’ve told you earlier but you weren’t picking up your phone.” You recalled putting it on night mode before starting the lessons. You took said phone out to message Jungkook, asking where he was. He finished at 6pm which should’ve been an hour ago.

You

Where are you, Jungkook?

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You waited for a reply but you can’t say you were patient, you were growing more anxious by the second and thankfully, almost 4 minutes later, Jungkook replied.

Jungkook

Work, I’m going to be late tonight.

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“What a fucking liar!” Jimin exclaimed from beside you once he read the message. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up. “Jimin, where are we going?” He speed-walked out of the building, making his way to the student carpark and very literally pushing you into his car. “Jimin, where are we going?” Once he put his seatbelt on, he turned to you smiling. “Station, we’re busting his ass.” You whined out loudly. “No, I don’t want to cause drama, he was probably with someone important for work.” Jimin didn’t reply, driving you there anyways. He went in with you and you saw Mel, he pushed you towards her and she smiled your way. “Hey Mel, I was just wondering if Jungkook was here?” You asked her politely, a little bashfully to be frank. “No, actually, he left a while ago.” You nodded, smiling though it really didn’t feel genuine, you thanked her and walked back to Jimin, telling him about what she said.

“Do you think he’s cheating on me?” You were on the verge of crying when you left the building, Jimin quickly engulfed you in a bone-crushing hug. “I’m sorry Y/N but after what you told me yesterday and what I saw, I think he is.” You started crying then, you had been cheated on before but you were 15 and you dated the boy for like 3 days. When you were finally in bed, you couldn’t sleep. You felt sick and exhausted but all you could do was dwell over Jungkook. After the phone call you overheard, the night out he had with her on Saturday and lying to you to see her it appeared that he probably was cheating.

When Jungkook left the bathroom, you had just walked out of the doors of the station lobby. By the time he got to Mel, you were gone. “Hey, did I miss anything?” He asked Mel while looking around the station. He was getting ready to leave after finally wrapping up the last of his reports. He had originally finished at 6 but the Chief called him back in because he needed some reports earlier than expected. He didn’t mind though, after finally clearing up with his old friend (the girl his mother tried to set him up with) that he wasn’t interested in a relationship, he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders. Mel paused for a moment before smiling. “No, you didn’t miss a thing.

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You were having dinner with Jungkook, it was a Friday night and you had barely spoken to him all week. When he asked what was wrong you were quick to brush him off, saying you were sick. You weren’t lying, at least not entirely. For the most part, you were ignoring him because of the cheating suspicions which you were still yet to address. “Y/N, we need to talk.” Your heart stopped then and there, you genuinely believed he was breaking up with you at that very moment for someone else. “…Yes?” Your voice was small and you had barely squeaked the word out before you chugged an entire cup of water out of nervousness. “You already know I’m not a fan of this facade you put on when something’s wrong so, how about you drop it and tell me what’s wrong?” He spoke softly, in a tone that was more friendly than menacing, but you couldn’t ask him, it would hurt too much if you were right.

“Um…I think we need a break.” “We don’t need shit.” Jungkook spoke so quickly and surely after with such a casual tone, causing your mouth to let out a default, “oh, ok.” There was a silence that followed before you realized what you had said. “Wait, no, it’s not okay. I think we need a break.” You spoke more sternly this time, trying to get your point across. You believed that if you took a break, you’d be able to soften the blow on yourself when it would inevitably come. Time heals everything or so they say. “And why’s that?” Jungkook was still eating his steak, though with more vigor than he had before. “Well, I just think that we should take some time to figure out what we really want.” “The only reason we’d be taking a break is if you’re not sure you want me because I’m already sure I want you, Y/N,” Jungkook spoke monotonously, showing little signs of anger but you knew they were there. “Well, it doesn’t seem like it.” There it was, a simple mumble, a quick thought that accidentally slipped out of your mouth, the trigger to your first ever real fight. “Why do you feel that way?” Jungkook was staying scarily calm. In the past few months, you’ve only had a small number of petty fights that meant nothing but he’d always get super angry and it was generally really funny. Now, however, it seemed as if this fight was far more serious than the rest and it scared you with how calm he was.

“Well, you just never have time to do anything and it feels like you prioritise everything before me.” Jungkook dropped his knife and fork, took a long sip of wine before replying. “Going into this relationship, did I not warn you about how busy I was?” “That’s not what I-” “Just answer the question Y/N.” You nodded in reply, trying to calm yourself down in case you got mad and said something stupid. “Did I not warn you that I took my job very seriously and often put it before anything else?” You nodded, though his work was far from what you were trying to criticise. “Then tell me why the fuck you’re complaining about it now?” He was still calm, yet very stern and you felt as if you’d start crying before you let any proper reply out. You forced yourself to keep it together though, you could have a reasonable argument, you’re an ‘adult’ after all.

“I wasn’t talking about your job, I mean your days off. It seems you would much rather spend time with your phone or friends than with me and it doesn’t feel very nice.” He nodded, picking up his knife and fork again before stabbing his steak with controlled aggression. “I’ve spent nearly every one of my day’s off with you. Your comment only applies to a couple of weekends and I know you’re not this upset over that so spit it out. What’s really bothering you?” Your mind told you to keep your mouth shut but your heart desperately wanted closure and before you could realize it you had already blurted it out.

“I think you’re cheating on me.” For the first time since the argument had started, Jungkook had dropped all of his eating utensils and was looking at you. “What?” You felt judged under his stare so you diverted your eyes to your plate of food while you poked at the chicken. “It started when I overheard you talking to your mother, you told her you didn’t have a girlfriend and that you were going to meet someone for her, then the night that you do, you’re dressed all fancy and stressing over the way you look, what was I supposed to think?” Jungkook’s face hardened, his hand coming up to massage his now aching head. “You thought I was cheating because of that?” You didn’t like how it felt so trivial under his words, it seemed pretty damn important. “No, there’s more. Jimin came up to me on Tuesday saying you were out with some girl, at first I didn’t think much of it but when I messaged you, you said you were working even though Jimin swore he saw you at the cafe with a girl. Jimin and I went to the station to see if you were there and you weren’t, you lied to me.”

“No, you’re lying right now because I was at the station, I would’ve seen you.” “No! I was there, you can even ask Mel, I asked her where you were and she said you had left a while ago.” Jungkook’s face fell at the mention of Mel, she knew he was there the whole night, you had to be lying. “What time did you go to the station?” You looked at him, confused. You didn’t know why that was relevant but you answered nonetheless. “Right after you replied to me about you being at work.” Jungkook remembers he was in the bathroom at the time, but it didn’t make sense, Mel wouldn’t lie, she had no reason to, she was his best friend for as long as he could remember, there was no way she’d lie to him.

“Y/N, if all you’re going to do is lie then this conversation is over. You clearly don’t want to be with me but you’re insistent on being the good guy so you try to accuse me of cheating? Seriously? That’s it Y/N, I’m done. Are you happy now?” It was at that moment that you noticed a couple of tears had fallen down your face, you shook your head quickly, not trusting your voice but he already left before you could tell him how wrong he was, his steak half-eaten. You wanted to be with him more than anything in the world, but you were both stuck in distorted versions of the same reality, not one knowing the real truth.

Every time you saw him from then, it was always at that stupid cafe. You avoided going there as much as you could but it became hard when it was the only place Jimin and Alex wanted to go. Alex, yes. She came to you 3 days ago with. A heartfelt apology and a lot of buried confessions, you forgave her but you let her know you weren’t sure you could trust her the same way yet. Nonetheless, you and Jungkook were both still not talking to each other and every time you saw him, your heart broke a little more.

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cinderellyq420 · 4 years ago

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Feb1.21/Imbolc

Lately we have been staying up longer at night. My boyfriend has been more focused on his career/hobby, so that means long nights. I don’t like going to to bed without him, so I will fall asleep on the recliner, while watching cartoons. Waiting for him to wake me up and take me to bed. If I wake up and he’s not next to me in bed, I get a little anxiety. But from the recliner I can hear him doing his thing, that’s why I like it this way. Its much more comforting like that. We usually go to be around 3-4 am on weekdays and sometimes he is up until 5-6 am on the weekends. Today was a Monday so we had to work, but he was nice enough to give me the day off and take the work on himself. All though I appreciate it very much, I really I hope he knows that I am more than willing to do the work. Hmm...I just remembered I saw an explicit picture of a chicken on my phone and thats kind of around the line of work we are in, so maybe thats why he was being so considerate. That really was rough on me, I will never forget that image, I cried a lot. Anyways, back on track, since we have been going to bed late, we have been sleeping in. I woke up late to make the animal babies lunch. It was a little past 11am, which is when I usually begin making their meals. I even set an alarm for 8am, but it didn’t go off. I wanted to start the day off with yoga and meditation, which reminds me I forgot to meditate. So instead, this is how my day went after I fed all the animal babies.

First you know I had to start off with an avocado 🥑 and my green juice! Come to find out we didn’t have enough batteries for my wii fit board, so I had to hold off until he went to store and got some. I had a friend who said they might be coming by, but they didn’t come by. I scrubbed my bathroom down clean, it looks so nice and smells so much better! Got to love the good smell of bleach lol. I washed and dried our shirts. Wiped down the stove and counters. We watched some Undeclared, a show where Seth Rogen is in college. One of todays episodes had Adam Sandler in it, it was pretty funny. I spent some time coloring in my planner. It was a cold rainy day all day. I did end up doing 10 minutes of yoga and 20 minutes of exercise, after dinner.

Dinner was a disaster. My first day back in the kitchen and I failed already. We made Spinach Lasagna with white sauce. I did not research how to cook the lasagna noodles. I just threw them in the pot like any other noodle, what a mistake that was. I officially never really want to attempt to make this again. In my opinion it really wasn’t even that good and Im sure my boyfriend is just trying to be supportive at this point. He comes from a family that knows how to cook real authentic food. I however am talentless with no cooking skills, what so ever. Whether I mess up the measurements, burn it, or over salt it, you name it, I will ruin the food some how. It was the 2013 macaroni incident all over again. My family will never realize the damage they caused me and its truly sad.. Anyway my boyfriend, the optimist he is, remained positive the whole time. I could not help, but be upset with myself. When I am fussing at him, it makes me feel bad and I know it cant make him feel good either. Im not sure what it is and why I cant just stop being angry. I honestly feel like it has something to do with my hormones because I get such an adrenaline feeling from it and it fuels me with fire, I cant stand it at all. I really wish I was like my boyfriend and just calm and chill all the time, he is the coolest guy you could ever meet in your life. He took the horrid lasagna noodles & lined them around the pan and we stacked the toppings on layer by layer. Topped it off with cheese and put it in the oven. I only a little bit, he ended up eating some more of it, so that was nice of him, I really hope he some what liked it. Definitely not enough spinach maybe, I dont know. We may never make this again. I also made Fairie Butter, which is whipped butter, sugar, squeezed orange juice, and a splash of almond milk. Its actually pretty yummy, but I can only imagine how bad it must be considering its main ingredient is butter.

I made a Dissolution Spell Bath Mix and took a energy cleansing bath.

#imbolc

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oh-roman · 5 years ago

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It's You

read part five

part VI.

"I hate you," Bill's wife cries, trying to escape Bill’s tickling fingers.

"Mmhm, sure you do," Bill beckoned, watching a smile pull at her lips, before leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. "Atta' girl," He huffs. "Give daddy some sugar," Except she only playfully rolls her eyes and sits up on the bed to pull her laptop onto her thighs.

Bill and Jade were high school sweethearts --and to their knowledge, they'd followed the perfect life plan.

Try not to get teary-eyed; their story's so cute it might make you sad how it ends.

So, it was all so unintentional how they fell in love, because well, Jade was never the type of girl Bill was interesting in, in high school.

He was quite picky about his girls (and still is).

Bill liked them confident, but not too cocky. He had a thing for plaid mini skirts and thigh highs, a fetish for lip gloss and those fishnet stockings the girls wore. Open toed shoes were cute, but only the kind that had a heel and straps. And God, did he love girls with brown eyes - - - the big doe eyes that made your heart swell.

Except Jade wasn't that profile at all. And for some odd reason, it attracted him to her even more. So, one day, mid-sophomore year in History, Bill sits down next to this girl--dressed like someone’s mom--and says. . .well he doesn't say anything. He just stares at her until she waves her hand in front of his face. She made him unbearably nervous and that's the moment, he knew he'd have to stick with her. Thank God for his persistent personality too, because he popped the question just a few questions after they’d graduated high school.

It was quite beautiful actually. They were young and crazy about one another, but young love only does so much. It’s an innocent flame and well, it only flickers for so long. It’s naive and overpoweringly emotional, so when Bill began to fall out of love with her, he didn’t say anything, in hopes of that burning fire coming back.

Although, it never really did and falling for Y/N wasn't much help.

The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his wife, although he couldn't stand the thought of breaking Y/N’s heart either. The more he loved, the more it hurt.

“Baby I've been meaning to ask you," Jade asks.

"Hm," he hums, running a hand through his hair. "What's that,"

"How's it been going with that girl Y/N," And he pauses. Speak of the fucking devil. He swallows thickly and tries to find some sort of composure. He sits up a bit and thumbs over his own bottom lip; a bad habit he has when he's uncomfortable. "Oh, y'know--it's been great--she's. . .smart," Nodding along with him, Jade raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t think much of it.

“That’s good,” She says, moving her laptop out of the way and lying her head on Bill’s bare chest. “Now, c'mere," Resting a hand on his thigh, she taps her fingers a little, gesturing for him to cuddle her.

Bill huffs a little and kisses her forehead. Jade smiles at the feeling. And you can't blame her. The feeling is indescribable--her head against his chest, feeling the steady vibration of his heartbeat, moving in-beat with his fingertips lazily running up her arm. With the dim light peeking through the window drapes, it's wonderful. So good, sometimes she can't see herself ever lying on these sheets without her. "Love you," she exhales, lazily closing her eyes.

He just wishes he felt the same way.

And Jade, she wishes he felt that way too.

He hasn't kissed her lips (and I mean really kissed her) in weeks now, unless the neighbors are watching.

And she just stays quiet, like she always is. She's a romantic and well, it comes with its own heartache, because she sees when he's smiling at phone, or blushing when he's getting all ready for work in the morning and she can't help but wonder why he's wearing his good cuff links (the Gucci ones he wore to his wedding) to go teach a bunch of college students about business management. Or, why he's all of a sudden taken such keen interest in the random girl next door. Or, last week when Jade was taking the trash out, she watched the same girl in his car, leaning awfully close to him.

No.

Jade's cried enough about it. Plus, Bill's a messy eater. Y/N was probably just picking a piece of lettuce of of his shirt (or chin?). Surely that's why. Well, it's the only logical explanation she thinks.

"Not with the girl next door. . .If he ever were to. . .she'd be older," Jade thinks. "Right?"

It's all a pressing matter and Jade has to push those thoughts out if her brain, for the sake of her marriage--or whatever remains from it.

Pressing a longing kiss right under eye, Bill closes his eyes too. He's never been big on religion, but he's praying now. For some sort of revelation; some sort of direction on what he should do.

And he lies there for what feels like forever, contemplating everything. Just as a Jade is, before drifting off to sleep.

Then, Bill understands.

It's scary almost how fast he's realized it and for a moment he snaps his eyes open and blinks a few times. Jade's snoring a little on his chest, arm draped around his stomach.

She's the one. She has to be.

He's careful when he moves her arm out of the way, quietly stepping off toward their bathroom. He's watching Jade from the doorway, slightly moving around a little, probably wondering where his body's gone. It's precious actually. That's why he has to do this--and fast. So, he doesn't hurt anyone too badly.

The light from a Bill's phone lights up a little and he's typing away--deleting and rephrasing almost everything, afraid of what she'll think. Y/N always has him feeling like a teenager. Adrenaline pumping and hand sweating. He's staring at the words on the screen, thinking of everything she could possibly think before finally fuck it pressing send.

He stuffs his phone in the pockets of sweatpants and runs both hands down his face in a tired way, before gripping the bathroom counter and starring himself in the mirror. "Christ," he thinks. "She's gonna kill me,"

"Billy," Jade cries out and his head whips toward their bedroom. Her arm's falling off the mattress. "Come back to bed baby," And he takes one last look at himself before sighing and flicking the light switch off. "I'm comin' sweetheart,"

The story never ends though. Unfortunately, some things just don't work out. Divorce is tricky. Bill's parents are still married. Fifty years going strong and well, a broken family was never what he sought out for himself. So, he makes sure to hold Jade extra close now, breathing in the scent of her vanilla soap on her skin. "Bunny," he whispers.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks up at him with a hint of desperation. "I'm sorry," is all he says and she immediately understands what he's referring to. "I love you too,"

Running his tongue across his bottom lip, Bill, holds her chin, moving it up a little, before caressing her lips with his. "Now," he says, swiping his thumb across the smile on her lips. "Get some sleep,"

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The Monday blues are a myth, Y/N thinks.

Because she feels absolutely great.

Class isn't until 11:30am, but she's applying a face masque at 8am, just cause. Some song by LANY is playing through her speaker and she's swaying her hips a little. Craziest thing is, she didn't even wake up this early with an alarm. Her phone died some time before she went to bed, so now she's just waiting for it charge some.

Her body just decided to wake up at the crack of dawn she guesses. Although, her dream was pretty eventful to say the least.

She remembers being in a car. A really old fashion 50's model (maybe a Cadillac) and in the dream she's wearing cat-eye glasses and a silk Chanel scarf around her neck, the tail blowing the wind. And she's in the passenger seat because, Bill's doing all the driving and he's dressed like a proper James Bond.

You know when the dream was so good, your brain won't let you forget it? Well, he kisses her right before she wakes up and somehow, she still feels his lips on her's.

Her thoughts are interrupted by her phone vibrating and she nearly leaps up and down like a child when she sees a message from Bill.

Except. . .

Wha-

Oh my god.

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shitandramblings · 5 years ago

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Bank Hours

Summary: 2 weeks holiday with no work while your boyfriend is in town, but you can’t avoid going in anyway.

Genre: Romance, Smut, Short (?) Story,

Characters: Taeyong x Fem Reader

Rating / Warning : Adult, Sex, Light Swearing

Word Count: 4222 (It was supposed to be short!)

A/N: First real fic I’ve written in many years. I have been missing fics with a story component and also some romance rather than hard smut. (not that I am opposed I just wanted this to be something a bit different)

When you open your eyes the clock beside your bed says 5:00 am. The room is filled with the soft light that happens just after sunrise in summer. You can hear the birds just starting their morning song. Looking over at the man snoring softly on the other side of the bed you figure he’ll be down for at least another 6 hours. Taeyong looked absolutely beat the night before when you picked him up at the small airport in your town. He looks so peaceful and sweet with that little smile he often has on his face while sleeping. It’s hard to leave but you slide quietly out of the bed and head downstairs to get dressed. You have 2 weeks with your boyfriend and while you had both agreed no work you have a few things to finish off at the bank before you could fully start your holiday.

Getting dressed quickly in shorts and a tank you then slip on your flip flops. You write a note on the chalkboard you keep on the kitchen cupboard for notes and shopping lists, just in case he wakes while your gone. “Went to the grocery store for coffee and muffins, be back soon.” It’s only a little lie, you will pick some up on your way back from the branch after you’re done there.

When you get to work all the lights are off as they should be on a Saturday morning. You get your keys out and go in. It’s a familiar routine letting yourself into the branch, disarming the alarm and going to your office. You like the quiet of the branch when its closed and the fluorescents are off. The only light coming in is the little bit that makes it past the closed blinds in your office and through the back windows. You start your computer up and go to check the rest of the branch to make sure that no one is there that shouldn’t be. On your way back upstairs after checking out the lunchroom and making a cup of tea, you stop to look out the back windows and their view of the Salish Sea. Your old office used to have this view but when you received the promotion to Branch Manager you had to move to the larger office on the street side at the front of the branch. You miss the view of the sun setting behind Vancouver Island during the summer, the ferries and cruise ships going past, and of the winter storms approaching from over the water.

You finish your check and go back to your office to see if your computer is ready. While its finishing loading the last programs, you pull your speaker out of your bag. The other thing you like about being at work by yourself is that unless you are on the phone you can play your music as loud as you want. As the first song starts you get down to business. Time to tackle the few reports remaining so your Assistant Branch Manager doesn’t quit while your away. Since you’re planning on disappearing for 2 weeks the least you can do is make it as easy as you can for her.

You get started checking the numbers for a major report due at the end of this quarter. You realize you’ve been fighting with the spreadsheet for 2 hours. You get up to go down to the staff room and refill your tea. As you come up the stairs one of your favorite songs is blasting from your office. You can’t help but sing and dance along not really paying attention to anything and nearly spilling hot tea on your hand. When you get into your office you put your tea down on the desk and finish the dance. But the spread sheet is not going to fill itself in and you still have a few tasks left to do before you head home. A short while later and your filling in the last numbers that were escaping you. As the song changes from Enter Sandman to Long Flight you can’t help but keep singing along. The music pauses for a second as the text notification comes over the speaker. You save your work happy that it’s done and look at your phone to see who could possibly be messaging you at 8am on a sunny Saturday morning. Its from Tae and only says

“You’re not at the store.” Damn it, busted you think.

“Why would you think that?” you answer.

“The grocery stores don’t open until 9am here, your car is parked outside and anyone using the ATM can hear you singing my music.” After locking your computer, you leave your office to look out to the ATM lobby and sure enough there he is leaning against the front door wagging a finger at you. You open the door to let him in. After locking the door behind him he follows you back to your office.

“I thought you said no working while we were together?” he asks you after flopping down on the couch in your office. He doesn’t sound annoyed at you, just exasperated and resigned.

“I just have to finish a couple of reports I didn’t get done Friday night before I picked you up and call a credit officer about a deal for one of my lenders. If we can get this deal done in time it will make sure the branch ends the quarter and most likely the year at the top of our market. But I need to impress upon the credit officer that time is of the essence.“ You explain to him as you sit back at your desk.

“I’ll just sit here and watch you work then.” He says as he leans back on the couch. You look over at him knowing that he means to do just that. You get up and go over to him,

“I think you should walk that pretty ass back home or I won’t get the half dozen pain au chocolat I was planning on grabbing at the bakery.” You say as you reach for his hands to try and pull him up. He easily pulls you onto his lap instead.

“Well this is much more like I was thinking.” He smiles at you and kisses you deeply. You push him away after a bit and move to sit beside him while lightly punching his chest.

“Tae I’m dealing with client and bank information here. You can’t be here while I’m working with this. That would be a huge privacy breach. And no office nookie! I need to be able to work here.” You tell him sternly as he starts trying to run his hands under your shirt.

“So, what can I do to make sure you don’t find just one more task that needs doing if I’m not allowed to be here to keep you honest? I know you. You can always find just one more task that is absolutely critical and I’m going to be selfish. I want to spend this time with you.” He says while you keep slapping at his hands.

“How about this? You can go sit in the staff room downstairs. There are still some pastries in a Tupperware from Fridays coffee, the tea drawer is full and we just refilled the nespresso selection. The couch is more comfortable there and the TV has Netflix. I promise I have one 30 min task and the call to the credit officer. I don’t think it will take much more to than an hour, hour and half.” You offer this compromise to him. He gives you one of those puppy faces that melts your heart, and damn it he knows he’s doing it.

“Okay I’ll take an hour and half being bored in the basement of a bank but I’m setting a timer. In 90 minutes, your mine for the next 2 weeks.” He stands up and before you can get yourself up, he grabs your hands and pulls you into his arms. He’s kissing you and then nibbling on your ear, neck and jaw. You find yourself clinging tighter to him before returning the kiss and nipping at his lower lip. When you break apart, he starts to head out of your office, but then he turns back and says to you, “In 1.5 hours I get to finish that kiss.” You can only describe his tone as both promise and threat. And you can’t wait for it.

You sit down at your computer and try to calm yourself. The merest touch from Tae has your juices flowing and he knew just what he was doing right now. How the hell are you supposed to argue with one of the pickiest credit officers in western Canada knowing that your boyfriend is just downstairs and apparently fully recovered from all the travel yesterday. You try not to think about just how hard he felt through the light shorts you are wearing when he pulled you into his lap. About how good nibbling and nipping at his jaw and neck make you feel. Especially when he starts making those low groans and his breathing becomes all ragged. You take a moment to breathe a little before unlocking your computer and dragging a file out of the cabinet for the next task. Your ready to finish this and really start your holiday.

A little less than 90 minutes later you have finished 2 pressing tasks and sent an email to your lender regarding her deal. You feel elated and accomplished as you log off your terminal and lock your cabinets. Not only did you finish what you needed to, but you got an extra one done that your Assistant Manager was not expecting you to do and you knew she was dreading. The email that you just sent to your lender was going to make her so happy when she read it on Monday. Not only did you get the exceptions that you needed for the deal, but you and the credit officer worked to get all the terms and conditions satisfied. The only thing left was signing with a lawyer and letting your colleague wrap up this deal. You gather your bag and put your speaker in it still playing softly and grab your empty teacup before heading downstairs. Tae would also be pleasantly surprised you got done before you said. As you round the corner to the staff room you don’t hear the TV as you expected. When you come through the door you look past the lunch table to the couch in the corner and smile. Tae is lying there on his left side with his hand under his head and his right hand tucked over his left shoulder. The fuzzy blanket that your staff keep here for cuddling under on cold winter days during their lunches because the heating sucks is tucked up under his chin. You smile at him sleeping soundly and quietly put your mug in the dishwasher.

You hesitate for a moment over waking him or letting him sleep. Maybe he’s not as recovered from jet lag as he seemed earlier. While more comfortable than the couch in your office this one is too small for your lanky boyfriend to be comfortable on for very long. Putting your bag down in the table you crouch near his head. You put a hand on his shoulder and give him a kiss.

“Wake up sleeping beauty.” You say to him while shaking him gently. You see him start to rouse. He peeks his eyes open and tries to stretch a bit. “I got all my work done, time for us to leave.” He reaches out and pulls you into a kiss. This over balances you a bit and you fall forward. He sits up as you right yourself and draws you back in. Your hands automatically go around his neck and play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He helps you up onto the couch while never taking his soft lips off you. He slides his hands up your back under your tank top and chuckles while your kissing.

“What’s so funny?” you ask him as you move to get his earlobe between your teeth.

“I was right,” he answers you once you stop nibbling on his ear and he can focus again. “You’re not wearing a bra.”

“Mmhm, didn’t want to wake you this morning rooting through my drawers for one. And you were supposed to be sleeping still when I got home.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining, quite the opposite, I find it rather hot.” He says as he brings his hands around to cup both of your breasts and starts to rub your nipples with his thumbs. Now your really turned on yourself. You can feel it gathering in your hips and spreading out over your upper legs and your chest. You lean back against the arm of the couch as he trails kisses and nibbles down your throat and chest. As he’s trying to lift your tank top over your head you come back to yourself a little bit.

“Um, Tae, I think I said no office nookie.”

“But this isn’t your office.” He points out as you help him take your shirt off.

“No, you’re right it isn’t but I do have to eat lunch down here everyday and so do my staff.”

But you’re not really concerned. The way his hard on is pressing into you and how wet you are there is no way either of you are leaving this bank until you’re both completely satisfied. And better here than in your office where someone might notice from the sidewalk or in your car, as you don’t think either of you would make the 5 min drive back home.

“Well I guess I can just sit on the other couch and try not to smile too hard at lunch time.” You tell him as you drag him up onto you and reach into his loose shorts. Besides your damn sure your assistant manager has had at least her last 2 boyfriends here and possibly in other places in your branch as well. As you move to cup his balls and cock, he moans loudly. He’s already very hard and starting to drip with precum. You slide his foreskin back to reveal his sensitive head. Using you thumb while gripping his dick you lightly spread the slickness over it. A shudder runs through him as he gives a little grunt. He starts rolling one nipple between the thumb and finger of one hand while his mouth licks and nips at the other. You momentarily have to stop your ministrations on his cock as this feels so good. That gives him a chance to get in your shorts. His fingers slide past you lips and his thumb finds your already engorged clit. Slow lazy circles of his thumb have you arching you’re back and making noises in your throat.

“Mm so wet already. It’s like you missed me or something. Or does running a bank do this to you?” He asks while he slips one finger into your heat.

“Definitely not the bank!” You answer back between gasps. You pull your hand out of his shorts and start grabbing at the hem of the T-shirt he’s wearing.

“Take this damn thing off” you grunt at him “I want to feel your skin on mine.” He needs to remove his hand from your shorts to accomplish this and you have a moment of regret for your request. As his thumb leaves your clit and he slowly removes the digit that was quite effectively fucking you the regret grows but then his shirt is off and he’s right there in front of you. Not to toned or too soft. His shorts riding low enough you can see the edge of hair peeking out.

“Your turn to lie back.” You say to him as you gently push against his chest. One of your hands start circling one of his nipples and his breath starts hitching. He lays back for you as you move up over him. Your other hand catches his waistband and tugs his shorts down to his thighs. He looks down his chest at you as move higher up his legs and he leans his head back expectantly. You go right past his cock and start nibbling and sucking at his other nipple. You hear a sharp inhale as he opens one eye too look at you.

“Guess I can still surprise you” you say as you lick his nipple lightly. You kiss your way up his chest to his throat. More nibbles and kisses there. Past his jaw with a few nips and now a soft moan right in his ear. He lets out another low moan when you do this, and his hips buck upwards. You drop the hand that was flicking his nipple to his dick as you move from his ear across his jaw to nip at that full lower lip. You can feel his cock twitching in your hand. With one last kiss that has you crushing your lips against his and sucking his tongue you suddenly move down to his cock and go down hard. He mages to gasp out “still surprising me” before he lapses back into incoherent mumbles, groans and gasps. You can feel just how wet you are. Your underwear sticking to yourself. Being able to do this to him gets you going so much. As you move up and down his shaft with hand and mouth you can feel him reaching for you. He always thinks he needs to give back what he’s getting right away.

“Nope” you say to him saucily with his dick still in your mouth and slowly pumping the shaft. “You just lie back and enjoy. Don’t worry about me now, we’ll get to that later. This is for you.” You turn back to his cock as he decides to listen to what you said. You continue to slowly stroke him while you use your tongue to lick around the edge of his soft glistening head. As you lick you also stroke the frenulum underneath. That gets a grunt of approval. Quickly you wrap your lips around his length and start sucking with much enthusiasm. He puts one hand by his waist and the other goes to your shoulder. He knows your not a fan of having your head grabbed so he uses his hips and his grip on your shoulder to help you set the pace. When you feel him start to stiffen everywhere and he’s no longer leading you know he’s close. You slow it down and release his cock from your mouth with an audible pop and much drool. The hand that was stoking him moves down to fondle his balls before going past to rub his taint. You can feel how hard he is still even right to the root.

“How do you always know when I’m at the brink but not so far gone that it hurts when you stop?” He says to once he can speak again. “How many times have you taken me there to just bring me back and do it again? God your so good. But now I think its my turn to return the favor.”

“Please do.” you say to him. He moves so he’s kneeling on the floor and scoots your ass to the front of the couch. He then pulls you shorts and underwear off one leg. You lost your flip flops at some point, but they can’t have gone far. He nudges your thighs apart with kisses. You are more than happy to open wide to him. His breathe is very warm on your clit as he moves in to start sucking. You feel his tongue flicking over as he applies light pressure. You drop your head back and let him go. You can feel the heat starting to concentrate in your hips as everything else gets all tingly.

“Oh god you taste so good. And still so wet, I’ll have to let you suck dick more if it does this to you!” He says to you as he comes up for air. He keeps up the motion on your now very swollen and sensitive bud. You roll your hips into his motions. Your coming so close to the brink yourself but you think in the back of your mind that he must be feeling it bending down to reach you on the couch.

“Gods Tae your so good but I need you now. I need to feel you in me when you go over.”

After some rearranging you end up changing places once again but this time your riding him while he’s seated. You lower yourself fully onto his cock and both of you moan as you take him all the way.

“Fast, slow, something in-between?” you ask him while rolling your hips and trying to find just the right spot on his pelvis to create the most friction on your clit. He crushes his mouth to yours while grabbing your hips to set a quicker pace. Both of your hands roam all over each other as you ride him as fast as you can.

“Almost, almost, fuck, now, nownownow.” He gasps in your ear as you feel him go ridged under you and then his load being released as he crosses over. You keep going chasing that same release and soon you feel your own center tighten completely and you go over as well. You move for a few more strokes to capture the last few waves that have you both shuddering.

You collapse onto his chest and he wraps his arms around you. Both of you sit there for a few moments catching your breath and letting your heart rates settle a bit before you gingerly get up and grab a fresh tea towel from the package on the lunchroom counter. “I was wondering why the laundry service leaves us 50 tea towels for 2 weeks, when we have a dishwasher and a staff of 10.” You joke as you dampen one end and go back to clean him and yourself up. You both finish getting re dressed and you toss the used towel in the laundry bag. Good thing linen service is tomorrow you think to yourself.

There is not much space for a post coital cuddle as you usually do but then sex in a semi public place is also not something you usually do. He comes up behind you wraps you in hug while leaning his head down on your shoulder.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that it’s not just the awesome sex, I do love you.” He says into your ear while squeezing you tighter. You turn around in his hug and wrap your arms around his waist while leaning your head on his chest.

“Yeah I know. I love you too. And the mind-blowing sex doesn’t hurt either.” You laugh.

You go up the stairs hand in hand laughing together. “I’m going to lock the door after you go into the ATM lobby then set the alarm and come meet you back at the door.” You say to him has you give him a kiss and push him out the door.

“I’ll just wait here then. No more working.” He says to you as you lock the door behind him. As your crossing the branch while the alarm gives its arming beeps you hear Baby Don’t Stop comes on your speaker again. You smile and think at least this time you don’t have a cup of tea in your hand as you let yourself out and lock the door behind you.

After getting into the car Tae turns to you when he realizes what song is coming out of your bag. “One of these days I’ll teach you the proper choreo for that one as I don’t remember a cup of hot tea being involved. And your pronunciation still sucks.” He teases you.

“Shit you saw and heard that? How long were you standing there before you texted me?” You ask feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Long enough but then you seemed to be concentrating on something important after your dance break. I couldn’t see much once you moved into your office because of the blinds. It was only about 10 minutes really.” He says back to you with a smile.

You think about this. “Okay non apology accepted. And as for my shit pronunciation, you sing something in French and then we can talk.” You tease him right back.

“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, çe soir?” He sings back to with a wink and to be honest pretty damn good pronunciation. You turn the car onto the road and head up the hill to the grocery store while laughing.

“Not fair! That’s a 20 year old song with one line that everyone knows.” He just looks at you and smiles. This is going to be a good 2 weeks you think as you pull into the grocery store parking lot while you laugh and joke with each other.

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If Only You Knew - Epilogue

Description: You arrive home one day to find a wedding invite for two of your best friends from high school. You knew this day was going to come eventually, but even with that said, you weren’t prepared to return home. At least not after 7 years of avoiding Buckhannon, West Virginia. Or rather, avoiding him; your ex-best friend and the secret love of your life. But maybe it was finally time to face your past, to face him, and everything else that happened on that horrible night. Who would have knew that your prom would end up being a total disaster, and the very last night you’d spend in Buckhannon for the next 7 years? you certainly didn’t. That’s for sure.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 9,200 ish. Sheesh, this is a ‘giant’ one! See what I did there ;) Sorry, not sorry!

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Bad and offensive jokes. Possible triggering thoughts, feelings and emotions. Moments of bullying and harsh name calling. Lots of curse words. And a very sloooow burn.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

Well, here it is!!!! The final part to the If Only You Knew series. And this is so bittersweet, I am so glad to finally give this story an end, but i’m also going to miss this lovable gang of friends and this story in general. But I have a few other AU’s in store for you all, so stay tuned for those. And that’s about it. I hope you all love this epilogue and I can’t wait to hear what you all think about this ending. Also, I want to note that this chapter might be a little confusing to follow, so play close attention to the timestamp years, they will help you. Anywho, ENJOY!! ♥️

The sun filtering in through the sheer hotel room curtains, along with the incessant ringing of your phone’s alarm, both wake you from your peaceful, be it short, slumber. You quickly reach over to silence the alarm and then are just about to groan, but halt the action when you remember exactly what day it is. It’s wedding day!!!

You stretch from your place still sheltered under the soft duvet and then flip it off you to sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you do. You blink the haze away for a moment then stand and wander over to the closet to retrieve your customized silk robe, putting it on over your pj shorts and tank top. And then head to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

You hear your hotel room door flung open, followed by a shrieked, “get up!! It’s wedding day!!” that could only come from one person, Nat. Followed by a whispered, “where the fuck is she?!” clearly from Hilde.

You poke your head out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from your mouth, to mumble happily around it, “right the fuck here.” Then you slip back into the bathroom to finish brushing, not missing Nat whining, “hurry up!” as you do.

You chuckle, totally understanding her current excitement level. Today was going to be a big day for all of you. And you’re not gonna lie, you’re just as excited as she is, if not more.

This day has been so many years in the making, and your whole group of friends were ridiculously excited for it. To say the least.

You finally enter back into the bedroom, then you all head down to the party room in the hotel, the one that was rented specifically for you ladies to get ready in.

You walk into the room to see a bar counter covered in mimosas, coffee, tea and an assortment of fruits, treats and breakfast foods. Which of course you instantly make your way to, receiving a snort from Wanda as you do. “You would go straight to the coffee.”

“I’ll have you know, I was far too excited to sleep. So coffee will be the only thing keeping me up right today. Well, that and sheer excitement,” you smirk and quickly make a cup, taking a few large sips then hum, happily.

There is a knock at the door and Hilde goes to check it, finding the hair stylist and makeup artist standing in the hall. They both come in and start to set up their stations as you continue to just happily drink your coffee in silence. Nat, Hilde, Wanda and Rebecca all join you and proceed to make up plates of food, and drinks, alongside you.

And then there is another knock on the door, this time Rebecca answers it and it’s the photographers. She invites them in and they quickly exchange a few words with Nat and then begin to take pictures of the room, the dresses and all of you standing around enjoying the morning. Clearly documenting all the little parts of this wedding, starting with you ladies getting ready for it.

After a few minutes the makeup artist informs you that they are ready to start, and Nat goes for hair first, while Rebecca goes for makeup. Leaving Hilde, Wanda and yourself to eat, chat and wait for your turns.

“Have you both decided how you want your hair done?” You ask them as they sip their mimosas.

“Fully down, all curled,” Hilde answers.

“And I was thinking curled as well, but half up, half down,” Wanda says then looks at you, “what’s your plan?”

“Ah,” you hum for a moment, thinking, “I think I’ll do a full up-do.” You shrug, “maybe have a few pieces hanging down.”

“I like it,” Hilde nods.

“Sounds beautiful,” Wanda adds with a smile, and then the photographer walks up towards you three, snapping photos of you all just chatting, before he ventures off to take a few pictures of the other ladies having their makeup and hair done.

“I feel like a celebrity, with this photographer running around snapping shots,” Hilde laughs.

“Same,” you and Wanda say at the same time and then both giggle before taking another sip of each of your beverages.

As the morning progresses on, all of you ladies get your hair and makeup done, then help each other into your dresses. When there is only about 10 minutes to go before the wedding actually starts there is another knock on the door. Wanda goes to see who it is and finds Winnie holding James Jr—who looks freaking adorable in his little ring bearer suit—and your dad. Who looks so handsome all dressed up in his black suit and tie. Winnie puts James down and he runs towards Rebecca, instantly.

“Well don’t you just look so handsome in your suit,” she coos at him and he giggles as she picks him up. You can’t help the giant smile on your face as you watch how her and James interact. You are so proud of the mom she has become, and James is one lucky kid.

“Do I look so handsome in my suit?” your dad asks and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You chuckle at this ridiculous man, “yeah, but not as handsome as James.”

He pouts for a second then kisses your cheek, “you ladies all ready to go?”

You nod, “yep, I believe we are all set.”

You all grab the last few things then head out of the room to go get into position next to the closed chapel doors. Making sure that none of you will be seen until it’s your turn to walk, and that everyone knows their places. Then you all just wait for the wedding march song to start.

When you finally hear it playing through the doors, Winnie opens them and ushers Rebecca to go first. Then Hilde. Then Wanda. Then Nat. And then finally she takes James’ hand and the hand of the flower girl, your Aunt Carol’s daughter, Lashana, and wishes you luck before they begin their walk down the aisle, towards their seats at the front.

You take a deep breath, this is it. This is the moment you marry the love of your life and you couldn’t be happier.

You feel your dad take your hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, which causes you to look up at him. “You look stunning,” he smiles, “and you got this, you’ll do great.”

You can feel the tears slowly forming in your eyes as you nod to his words, and whisper, “thank you, daddy,” as you attempt to blink away the happy tears.

You were about to marry the man you’d loved for 11 years. The man you’d swear, up and down, was made entirely for you. The last 2 years hadn’t been easy, but you wouldn’t have traded them, or him, for anything. You’re mind starts to flash back to a few different memories from the last 2 years, the main ones that all led up to this exact moment. Your wedding day.

July 2018 - 2 years ago.

You were standing next to the dessert table at Nat and Bucky’s wedding reception. It had been a beautiful day all around. And you were so happy for your two best friends.

The bachelor/bachelorette party had done a complete 180 after your talk with Steve, and ended up being an amazing night for all of you. You’d gone home with Steve that night, but not for the reasons most would think. You’d both had a lot to drink and knew you couldn’t make proper choices that night. Nor did you want your first time together to be like that.

It was just that, at the end of the night out, neither of you were ready to part ways, not after years of being apart and finally voicing how you both felt. So you went home with him and you both just laid on his bed talking till the wee hours of the morning.

Going over everything, all the moments you both thought something was there but ignored. Turns out, there actually was always something there for both of you. Especially that first day at the lake, where you almost kissed him. You learned he wasn’t upset because you almost kissed him that day, no, he was upset because you hadn’t. And the moment on the field, the day he beat up Johann, as you’d just learned that night, he had almost kissed you that day.

You both spent most of that night with wide eyes and murmurs of ‘idiots’. Because that’s what you’d both felt like after learning all the truths. You’d also learned that those anonymous roses on your porch, from that first Valentine’s Day in town, yeah, those were from him. And that he’d also bought 17 roses–one for each month you’d known each other, the cornball—originally through the school but Madeleine had deleted the order. It was insane how much you were oblivious to back then, but it was all out there now.

You both finally passed out around 8am, and slept most of the day away. But when you woke up, Steve wasn’t beside you anymore. You looked to where he had been when you’d passed out and saw 14 roses on his pillow, along with a note that read, ‘1 for every Valentine’s Day I missed, plus every birthday. I’ll be downstairs making breakfast when you wake up. Come find me.’ With a smiley face drawing below the words.

You jumped out of bed, looking down to instantly remember that he’d lent you a t-shirt and sweatpants to sleep in. It wasn’t an overly cute look, as the pants barely stayed up and the bottoms covered your entire feet. Fucking giant. You giggled then decided to forgo the pants entirely. And ventured down to the kitchen in just his shirt. Hoping it would make him sweat, just a little—and oh boy, had it ever. Except, a lot more than ‘just a little’.

You both ended up spending the whole night together, going to your house to grab some clothes and then passing out early, once again together in Steve’s bed. And when the alarms began to go off the next morning, you both begrudgingly pulled yourselves out of bed. Got dressed, shared a heated kiss that neither of you wanted to end, and then went your separate ways to get ready for the wedding. Hilde and Wanda scooped you from Steve’s place, instantly demanding details. Which you happily gave them, needing to just gush about the last 24 hours.

So now, here you were, loading up a plate of desserts at Nat and Bucky’s wedding, because let’s be honest, you were a sucker for treats, when a voice behind you sends a chill down your spin. “I hear you both finally voiced your feelings.”

You cringed and slowly glanced over your shoulder to see Madi standing a few feet behind you. “That’s not really any of your business, Madeleine,” you replied, coldly.

She took a few steps towards you, now standing directly behind you, so you sighed deeply, not really in the mood for her shit right now. Or ever, really. But especially not today. Then you turned to face her, and just as you did she spoke again.

“You don’t deserve him,” she whispered harshly, “you aren’t good enough for him.”

And normally her words would have hurt you, but at this point in your life, you could honestly care less what she thought of you. You’d finally gotten the one man you’d always wanted, and nothing, or more specifically, noone, could ruin this for you. You were on cloud 9 and refused to ever come back down. “Well you see, you may think that, but Steve doesn’t, and more importantly, I don’t.” You shrug, “so, say whatever you’d like. But your opinions on this don’t matter. We are both happy, and nothing you can say or do will change that this time. So honestly, fuck off back to your miserable little life and stay the hell away from us.” You smile, smugly and go to turn back to your mission at hand. Getting more of those delicious treats on your plate.

“You bitch,” she hisses and grabs your arm to stop you from turning away from her, “you think I was mean to you in school, oh, just you fucking wait. Once I marry Tony, I’ll be around Steve for the rest of our lives. And so long as you’re there, I’ll make sure to do everything in my power to mess this all up for you. You don’t get the happily ever after with the man I love. I won’t let you. I’ll happily break you both up and then show him he should have picked me.”

“Wow,” you said slowly, the true evil that is Madeleine fucking Karlington finally showing through to you. I mean, you always knew she was a horrible person, but you never realized it was to this extent. “What about Tony? And how exactly will you ‘show Steve he should have picked you’ if you’re married to his brother?” You ask, honestly just curious how she plans to play this all out. And just like the true evil genius she is, she spills her whole master plan to you, thinking she had the upper hand here.

“I know you’re only asking because you think you can run to Tony and tell him all of this. But he won’t believe you. Just like he didn’t believe Steve. So I’ll tell you, just so you know exactly how I’ll be taking Steve back from you.” She smirks, “I plan to leave Tony once I win Steve back. I’ll start by claiming Tony is abusing me after a little while of marriage and that’s why I don’t love him anymore, and want out. And Steve will spring to my defence and then I’ll work my magic on him. And the rest will just fall into place,” she shrugged and you honestly wanted to throw up at how nasty and vile this woman is.

But as you were about to make your rebuttal, a form shifted behind you and you glanced over Madeleines shoulder to see Steve standing there with a disgusted expression on his face. But that wasn’t the form you’d seen shift. No, the one you saw move was Tony, his upper arm gripped tightly by Steve, as if he’d just dragged his older brother over here, kicking and screaming. You figured he had.

You weren’t entirely sure how long they’d been there. Or just how much they’d heard. But the hurt and angry expression on Tony’s face made you believe they’d witness damn near the whole thing. You’re eyes shifted from Tony’s form to Steve, locking on his eyes for a moment before you flicked them back to Madeleine.

“That sounds like a wonderful plan, Madi, however,” you pause and go to step around her, “I don’t think it’s going to play out exactly how you were imagining it would.” Then you walked passed her and she turned to probably say something back to you, but froze when she saw you stand next to Steve. Who released his brothers arm and patted him on the shoulder, apologetically.

Then he took your hand and led you away, but you didn’t miss Madeleine going to speak and Tony cutting her off with a harsh, “don’t bother. We’re done.” Then he stormed off, with Madi hot on his heels, begging him to listen. But he didn’t. He ended his engagement with her that night, and cancelled the wedding the following day.

And as far as you know, Madeleine stayed single for a while, living with her mother but then shortly after Steve proposed you heard from Rebecca that Madi had up and moved away to LA. Where she still lived to this day. Most likely still miserable and alone. But you honestly could care less how she felt. You were just glad you didn’t have to see her ever again.

August 2018 - 2 years ago.

You spent the 2 weeks following Bucky and Nat’s wedding with Steve. You both were damn near inseparable, and you’d basically lived at his house during that time. But as time ticked on, you realized you had some big decisions to make.

Steve had been a sweetheart, as always, and hadn’t brought any of the big topics up. But you could tell they were weighing on him. Just as they were on you. Him being the amazing man he was though, he just left it alone, allowing you to think and figure out exactly how you wanted to play this out. Letting you come to a conclusion entirely on your own. However, this really wasn’t just about what you wanted anymore. What he wanted had to play a part in all of this.

So one night, you sat him down and decided to break the little bubble you’d both been happily living in over the last two weeks. Hoping the outcome of this talk would be what you both wanted.

“So, I think we really need to figure out what to do about Boston,” you started, hesitantly.

He nodded, “yeah. I think you’re right.” He paused, and frowned for a moment, but then quickly corrected it, “what do you want to do about it?”

“I’ve thought a lot about it over the last few weeks and I think I may have figured out a game plan,” you said softly, “I’ll need to return to Boston for a bit, to work everything out on that end though.”

He looked down at his hands in his lap and nodded slowly, waiting for you to continue. You started to believe that maybe he thought you’d be leaving for a while and that maybe you wouldn’t be able to come back right away. But ooooh, how wrong he was. “But I’d like you to come with me, as it will be a lot easier to pack and move with your help,” you shrugged, though he probably missed it.

His eyes instantly snapped up to meet yours and his eyebrows tried to high five his hairline—And by ‘tried’ you mean they successfully did. “Wait, what?”

You giggled at the cute, dazed look on his face then continued on, “I, ah, sort of emailed my resignation to my boss a few days ago, and got her confirmation back that same day. I, then, sent my resume to Shield High and they just emailed me yesterday to say they were very excited to see my resume come in, and that they wanted to set up an interview. Which is in 3 days.”

“Holy fuck,” he whispered slowly, clearly now piecing it all together in his head, “are you serious?” He asked breathlessly.

You smiled and nodded, quickly. So excited to hear what he thought of all of this. “I am.”

He shot up off the couch and pulled you up with him. Wrapping you in a giant bear hug, and after a few seconds you realized you were vibrating slightly, and it dawned on you just how excited he was. He was literally bouncing. “Oh shit,” he whispered, happily, “this is the best thing I have heard in weeks!” He kissed the top of your head, then froze, “wait, where are you going to live?!”

“I already talked to my dad, and if I get the job at Shield High, I’ll be moving in with him at first, while I get settled in and then I’ll look for a place later on.”

“You could live with me?” He said quietly into your hair and your smile grew even bigger.

You pulled back to look up at him, seeing the hesitant but overjoyed look in his eyes, “although I’d love that, so so much. I think we really need to do this right. I do want to move in with you, one day, but just not this soon. I want the cute moments where you pick me up from my house for a date. Or where I get to sleep at your house after the odd one, and it’s new and exciting because it isn’t my home.” You take his hand and squeeze it, “if all of this goes how we want it to, we will have many, many years of living together, but they will be when we are both ready. And not just because I don’t really have a place to live,” you giggled and he smiled down at you.

“I totally get it. And I want those cute moments too.” He smirked, “so, speaking of dates, when are you free next.” Then he winked in an overly exaggerated manner at you, and it took everything in you to not laugh and call him a cheeseball. Because honestly, you wouldn’t have him any other way. He is perfect just the way he is. One giant, soft, cheeseball.

“For you? I’m always free,” you jokingly wink back and then you both break out into a fit of happy laughter.

September 2018 - 2 years ago.

“Is that the last of it?” Steve asked as he stood in your, now empty, Boston apartment holding a big box labelled ‘bathroom’ on the side in sharpie.

“I think so,” you said softly as you stood in the middle of your empty living room. You slowly did a 360, taking in just how different this place looked, without all your belongings in it. “I just have that little box on the counter then we can go drop off the keys.”

He smiled and nodded, “okay, I’ll meet you at the van.” Then he walked out the door and left you to be alone. You assumed it was so you could say goodbye to the place you called home for the last few years.

You did a final walk around the apartment, that moment being bittersweet, you were going to miss this little shitty apartment, but you were also so excited for what the future held for you. And Steve. “Thanks for all the good years,” you said softly as you rubbed a hand along the kitchen counter then picked up the last little box.

You’d gone for your interview at Shield High, and they’d damn near hired you on the spot. Well, they’d actually called to officially offer you the job the following day, but same thing. So you and Steve booked his time off, 2 weeks, and then two plane tickets so you could both come up to Boston to collect all your things.

You gave your notice to your apartment manager, who was sad to see you go, but excited for you. You paid the final months rent and then spent a few days showing Steve your favourite parts of Boston. Before the rest of the two weeks was spent packing and cleaning.

You rented a moving truck and were both going to drive back to Buckhannon together in it, along with all your possessions.

You’d done the final walk through with your building manager that morning, and then there you were. Standing for the final time in your little kitchen holding the final box.

“I hope the next tenant loves you just as much as I did,” you whispered then headed out the door, putting the box down to lock up for the final time and then picked up the box and went to hand in your keys.

The ride back was a lot of fun, you and Steve stopped along the way to enjoy the sights, and spent 1 night in a little motel as the 11 hour drive was a little too much to do all at once, especially after many days of packing and cleaning.

When you finally reached home, you unpacked all your belongings into a corner of your dad’s garage. Well, minus your bedroom and bathroom things, those you brought up to your room and unpacked. You figured it would be smarter just to leave everything packed away until you either found your own place or moved in with Steve. Whichever came first.

You got yourself all settled in just in time for the school year to start, and the very first day of class you knew, instantly, that this was the job for you. You loved every student equally, and couldn’t wait for all the fun things you had planned for them, for throughout the upcoming school year.

July 2019 - 1 year ago.

You and Steve had been together for a year now, and so, for your 1 year anniversary, he had this elaborate plan that you weren’t allowed to know a fucking thing about. No matter how much you begged him, or tried to blackmail your friends—once you learned they were all in on it. But none of them would give you anything, and the only person you may have been able to crack—Sam—was nowhere to be found.

And the odd time when you did track him down. He. Was. Never. Alone. Either Hilde would be with him, or Wanda. OR, in some cases, Bucky. All those turds knew Sam was the weak link and they refused to let you break him down. Traitors. So you gave up, finally, and just waited for the special day.

Wanda had brought you a dress the night before, with a note attached to it that read, ‘A beautiful dress for a beautiful woman, I’ll be here to pick you up at 10am. So be ready. No sleeping in!’ You’d laughed. Like your excitement would even allow you to sleep that night, let alone sleep in.

So at 9:45am you stood on your front porch, ready and waiting. And when he showed up at 9:50am, slightly early, you weren’t surprised in the least, he was always early. This was actually late for him, if you were being honest.

He got out of the truck, to come get you. Telling you how stunning you looked in the dress, which fit like a glove, you figured you’d have to thank Wanda for that one. Then he offered you his hand, walked you to the truck, and opened the door for you. You tried to pry any details out of him once he got in the driver’s seat, but all he told you was, “you’ll have to wait and see.” The smirk on his face only made you want to know more.

The first stop confused you, it was your work, or rather, Shield High. You went to ask, but all he did was shake his head as he got out of the truck, he opened your door and led you inside. How he got keys for the school on a Saturday, you had no clue. But you just went along with it.

He led you to a place in the hall and then stopped. You looked around and realized it was the place you’d originally bumped into him that first day of school, all those years ago. And you INSTANTLY knew where this anniversary date was going, but you kept that to yourself and just played along. Not wanting to ruin a single moment of this day for yourself, or more importantly, him. Since he had clearly planned this out way more then you’d originally thought.

“This, was the exact spot where we first met,” he started as he turned to look down at you, and you had to force yourself to not grin like an idiot, or cry—Shit, that was a very real thing that might happen right now if you didn’t put solid effort into keeping your tears at bay. This was only the first stop, you can’t cry yet.

“I thought you were absolutely stunning, instantly, and something in me that day knew you’d play some huge role in my life, I just never could have fathomed how true that feeling would end up being. Or just how important you’d end up becoming to me. Nor was I aware that day, just how desperate I was for someone like you in my life. All I knew then was that I had to know you; the mystery new girl who hinted that she was used to going unseen, called me cute and then looked adorable with a giant goose egg on her head,” he paused. “Which I still feel horrible about, by the way,” he added then chuckled as his fingers lightly rubbed the spot on your head where the goose egg had been, all those years ago. You laughed at that, and it was a watery laugh from the tears that wanted to escape, but you hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“It was a hell of a meet cute, though,” you said with a smile.

“Truer words have never been said,” he smiled back. “Okay, on to the next place.” He offered you his hand and you happily took it. He then led you out onto the field and stopped in a place you knew all too well. “This is where I finally got to actually talk to you, sort of. I was super awkward when we first joined you ladies that day, but only because I was so nervous, and unsure as to what to even say to you. You looked so interested in your book and I didn’t want to bother you. But when you got up and left the group abruptly, I realized I may have made you upset and couldn’t let you stay that way.” He pointed towards the school, “so I chased after you, without so much as a word to our friends, and basically forced you to let me walk you to your locker.” He turned back to look at you, “it was the best choice I’ve ever made.”

“I’m also glad you made that decision, that day.”

He smirked at you, “because you had no clue where you were going?”

You burst out laughing, then lightly swatted his arm, “rude! I totally knew where I was going!”

“I call bullshit,” he laughed, “but that day I realized that I’d happy lead you anywhere you needed to go. So long as you needed me to, and kept smiling, that beautiful smile, at me.”

That, of course, made you smile. Shocker.

“Yes, that one,” he said as he pointed at your lips, “that’s my favourite one.” Then he leaned down and kissed you softly. But the kiss ended far too quickly for your liking, as he took your hand and led you towards the student parking lot. Where his truck was currently parked. But before you even reached the truck, he stopped again.

“And this spot,” he turned to you again, “was the first place I ever had the overwhelming want to kiss you. It wasn’t the only spot, but it was the first. And that probably had to do with you saying I was,” he paused and smirked again, “‘fucking built’ if I remember correctly?”

“Oh god, you heard that?” You cringed at just how awkward you were that day.

“Oh yeah,” he pulled you flush against him, gently, “I heard it,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss you again, before pulling back to hum, “aah, that’s better. That’s how that moment should have played out.” Then he excitedly continued on towards his truck, pulling you along with him, which caused you to laugh loudly at this giant, cheeseball.

The next stop was Sam’s house, though you didn’t go in, nor did you see Sam. Steve just led you to the backyard and you saw that everything had been set up just like it was that first birthday of his, the first one you’d been in town for. Even down to the paper with ‘Fire pit reserved, so piss off!’ written on it and attached to a chair.

You looked up at him, after taking it all in and saw that he had just been watching you, as you did.

“This spot is special,” he said then turned to glance around, “it will also be the only spot I show from that night.” He looked at you again, “unless you want a piggyback ride to Nat’s house?” He smirked.

You smirked right back, as you recited the same words you’d said that night, “a piggyback ride does sound very tempting,” you hummed it over for a second. “Yeah, who am I kidding? I’d never turn down a free ride,” you winked and then you both laughed.

“Okay, but it will have to wait till later. We have a schedule to keep,” he said then looked around again, thoughtfully, as he spoke, “this was the place where you gave me the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for. It wasn’t some fancy, expensive gift, like I’d received from others in the past. No, you actually thought it out. Put effort into it. And it was perfect, I couldn’t have asked for anything better. And it warmed my heart to think of you setting it all up for me, and just how well you already knew me. Even after such a short amount of time.” He turned to smile at you, “but you almost always knew exactly what to do to warm my heart. It was like it just came naturally to you. Which didn’t go unnoticed.”

“Honestly, I was so nervous about that night, I was worried it wouldn’t be enough. I’d wanted to do more for you, but you are seriously so difficult to buy for.” You both laughed again.

“Gotta keep you on your toes,” he said, “but honestly, it’s the thought that matters. I’m not big into buying gifts, I have everything I could ever want. Or need. I just love how you find the little ways to show me that you’re thinking of me. To show me that you care.”

“Okay, noted,” you said with a nod, “that’s easy enough to accomplish, when all I can ever think about is you. And I do care about you, more than you’ll ever know.”

“Oh,” he raised an eyebrow at you, “I’m all you can ever think about?”

“Oh god,” you playfully groaned, “please don’t let that go to your giant ego.”

“Too late,” he chuckled, “and it’s only giant because of you.”

“Well shit,” you mumbled, jokingly, “I knew I shouldn’t have complimented you so much.”

He laughed loudly at that, “we’re already here, so no point in stopping now. Keep the compliments coming.”

You rolled your eyes, fondly, but then he continued on, “but this spot wasn’t just about what you did for me that night, it was also going to be the place I finally confessed my feelings for you.” He sighed then mumbled, “but I kept getting interrupted.”

“Really? You were going to tell me that night?” You asked, wide eyed.

He nodded, “I was. I’d planned on telling you that night, for weeks. Bucky even knew about it.”

“That little bugger!” You joked, knowing full well Bucky would never go behind Steve’s back on anything, let alone something as big as him having feelings for someone. Even if it would have made all of this a whole lot easier. But would you have even believed Bucky if he had come to you telling you about Steve’s true feelings for you? Probably not.

“Oh trust me, he begged me many times to just tell you. He even threatened to tell you himself once, if I didn’t get my shit together fast enough. He clearly never ended up telling you, but for a few days there, I honestly panicked, thinking that he was going to,” he laughed.

“That sounds like something Bucky would do,” you laughed as well, “he’s always been the pushy one.” You paused, “well, him and Nat.” Another pause, “oh god, they really are so perfect for each other.”

“They are. But they aren’t the only ones,” he smiled down at you, and you instantly knew what he meant by that. Because you and him were also so perfect for each other.

“That they aren’t,” you said back.

He took your hand, giving your knuckles a gentle kiss as he murmured, “on to the next spot.” And then he led you back to the truck.

But you didn’t miss the curtains moving in Sam’s house. And instantly you knew he had most likely been watching. The lurker. You chuckled causing Steve to look back at you but you waved it off, “I’ll tell you later.” To which he just smiled and nodded as he opened the truck door for you, again.

The next stop was the lake, specifically in front of the concession stand. The exact spot you both stood and waited for your food that day. The spot where you had almost kissed Steve for the first time.

“You already know that I wanted to kiss you that day at the lake—or that I wanted you to kiss me,” he corrected.

“And that you pouted about it for the rest of the night,” you ribbed him, lovingly.

He gasped and feigned offence, “yeah, well you would have too if the girl of your dreams was about to kiss you and then literally pulled away as if you were on fire,” he pouted. “Then apologized for almost kissing you, because she, and I quote, ‘didn’t mean to’.”

“Ouch,” you said slowly, “yeah, okay, I’ll let you have that one,” you giggled, “you actually remembered my exact words?”

“Thanks for that,” he scoffed, “and yeah, I had nightmares about that day for weeks. And I say nightmares because even in my dreams, you never kissed me in that moment.”

“Awe,” you coo, “my poor baby.” You smirked and watched as he feigned offence again, but then the look quickly disappeared from his face.

“Oh, you’ll pay for that one, Y/L/N,” he said as he reached out and grabbed you, you didn’t even have a chance to attempt to avoid him this time. He was too fast.

He then began to tickle you, and you forfeited damn near instantly. “Okay! Okay! I give! I give!”

He stopped tickling you, and you pulled him down to plant a kiss on his lips. Pulling away after a moment, “there, does that make up for not kissing you the first time?”

“No, but it’s a step in the right direction,” he said before pulling you back into him for another few kisses.

After a moment he pulled away to glance at his watch, “okay, we have to go, there is something we have to pick up soon.” You gave him a quizzical look but he just shook his head, “you’ll have to wait and see.” Then he walked you back to the truck.

A little bit later you pulled into Huddle House’s parking lot, and instantly your mouth watered, he looked over at you and laughed. “Wait here,” he said as he hopped out of the truck and went inside, coming out a few minutes later with 2 brown bags in his hands.

He climbed back into the truck and handed you one, “now, I was going to take you out to some fancy restaurant for dinner, but I figured you’d appreciate this a little more.”

You happily took the bag, “oh gosh,” you groaned, “it smells just as divine as I remember.” You contently sighed then peeked in the bag and took a giant whiff of the glorious smell.

Steve chuckled as he watched you, “but does it,” he raised his hand up as if to show the words up in lights as he spoke, “Smell Divine, Every Time?”

You burst out laughing, “oh god, you remember that too?”

“I remember everything. You’re kind of hard to forget, plus you’re weird. So that helps.” He smiled sweetly as you scoffed at him and then you both dug into the bags. And just like always, you had to search for the dang fork. You eventually found it with a triumphant ‘ha!’ That was followed closely by a happy, “oh damn, it also still looks better than it smells.”

To which Steve murmured between bites, “you always say that.”

Once the food was finished you looked over at him, feeling so pleasantly full, “amazing choice. That was perfect, I’m so glad you picked here instead of some fancy restaurant.”

“I’m glad to hear it, I figured you’d like this more,” he said as he collected up all the garbage and got out of the truck to throw it away.

Once he was done that, he climbed back in, “okay, so this spot was to signify that first summer I spent away from you. That was the summer I knew it wasn’t just some silly crush, and that I truly loved you, and everything about you. Being away from you for those 2 months was hell, but coming home and seeing you again made it all better. That morning will forever be etched into my mind.”

“Mine too,” you said softly, “that was actually the summer I realized my true feelings for you, as well.”

His eyes widened slightly, “really?”

You nodded, “yeah.”

“Wow,” he said slowly, “what are the odds?”

You shrugged, “1 in a million, I’d bet.”

“Sounds about right,” he smiled, “okay, let’s go.”

You both buckled up then headed off. Pulling into High Life’s parking lot soon after. And your heart rate had instantly sped up. He hadn’t said this would be the final spot, but you just knew it was going to be. This was it. The moment you've always dreamed of. Well, the first big moment in a domino effect of moments to follow.

He hopped out and opened the door for you, then led you to the exact spot you’d shared, not only your true feelings but also your first kiss.

He stood there quietly for a moment, hands in his pockets, just staring up at the bar, “and this, this is where my favourite chapter, so far, started.”

He turned to you, “God, that night started off complete shit but it turned out to be, hands down, the best night of my life, so far.” He smiled and took your hand, and you were damn near screaming on the inside, “honestly, Y/N, the words I said to you that night were so true at the time, I did love you so much back then.” He paused and the look in his eyes softened a bit, “but now, now I realize that I barely loved you at all. Not truly at least, not fully.” He shook his head, “I could have never loved you then, like I do now. Not without having the last year to learn all about you as my girlfriend, instead of my best friend. Not without getting to see you first thing in the morning, no makeup and messy hair—”

“The messy hair is entirely your fault,” you interjected and he just chuckled and shhh’d you then whispered, “I have no regrets about that.” Which he finished off with a wink.

You giggled and then he continued on, “as I was saying. I couldn’t love you truly back then without learning that you like to spend Sunday mornings in bed, reading and marking your students assignments. Or that you prefer to shower first thing in the morning, as opposed to at night. Or that you always do the Sunday crosswords in pen, so no one else can do it. Or really, any of the many other amazing things that I’ve learned about you in the last year.”

He slowly lowered down to one knee and pulled a little box out of his pants pocket, and you straight up almost squealed. No joke, you had to quickly slap your free hand over your mouth to stop the noise from escaping. “Basically, all that was to say, I love you more now then I did then. The first time we found ourselves in this very spot. And I want to continue to not only learn about you, but to love you even more, as I do.” He released your hand to quickly open the box, then took it again, “So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the honour of marrying me, and allowing me to love you, more and more, for the rest of our lives?”

And then the squeal finally escaped you, you honestly couldn’t have stopped it even if you’d tried, “yes! Oh god, yes!” You fell to your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you and crashing your lips to his. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist as kissed you back with everything he had.

You pulled away after a moment, when the cheers finally reached your ears and then glanced around in search of the cause. Instantly noticing the little gang of 6 people standing off to the side of the parking lot. And you knew exactly who they all were, without a shadow of a doubt.

Steve stood up then helped you up off your knees, he placed the ring on your finger then turned to quickly glance at your friends before turning back to you, to whisper, “I tried to tell them we’d come see them after all of this, but they weren’t having any of it. They refused to miss this moment,” he chuckled fondly.

“That sounds like them,” you laughed then waved them over, “they wouldn’t be our merry band of misfits if they weren’t,” you started and then yelled the next part for them to hear, “overbearing and pushy as hell.”

“Hey!” Sam exclaimed, “we heard that!”

“That was the point, Sammy,” you smirked at him.

He paused then shrugged as he said, “honestly, I can’t even deny that, all of us are those things,” he laughed.

“And we like it that way,” Bucky added.

You all excitedly chatted in the parking lot for a bit, then all ventured into High Life to celebrate.

All throughout the night you’d glanced down at the beautiful ring on your finger and a smile would break out on your face, then you’d glance at Steve and your smile would grow even bigger. And every time you’d look at him, it was like he could feel it, and he’d look back at you. Then smile himself, as if he knew why you were looking at him.

The night ended up being an amazing one. But honestly, you were too happy for it to be anything but amazing.

January 2020 - 5 months ago.

You’d tried on 24 dresses so far and were reaching the point of being fed up and done with dress shopping. You could picture the exact dress you wanted in your head, but finding it, that wasn’t so easy. You’d gone to 5 different bridal shops in search of your dream dress, and had come up short at all of them—Well, you were currently still in bridal shop number 5, so it couldn’t be ruled out just yet, but you weren’t too hopeful it wouldn’t be ruled out soon. Like the others.

So you just stood there, in the little silk robe they give you when trying on dresses and waited for the attendant to return. You’d tried on 3 dresses so far during this appointment and as you were taking off the 3rd one the attendant froze and said, “oh! I think I know exactly which dress to try next.” Then she quickly mumbled a, “be right back,” and tore out of the room to grab the dress. But once again, you weren’t hopeful it would be a success.

At this point you were resigning yourself to just marrying Steve in some damn jeans. It would be fitting to your relationship. But before you could venture too far down that rabbit hole, the attendant knocked and entered the room, a dress in a clear bag draped over her shoulder.

She helped you into the dress and then clipped it tightly to your form at the back before she helped turn you towards the mirror. You gasped, and the tears instantly formed in your eyes as you took in the sight. In this exact moment, you felt like a bride. And you instantly knew, “this is the dress,” you whispered, breathlessly.

“Oh yay!” The attendant cheered happily from behind you, “okay, let’s go show it to your group.” She adjusted one of the clips and then lifted up the bottom to help you walk.

You climbed up onto the podium and turned to your friends and your dad. Who were all currently speechless. And that caused your tears to finally break the confines of your lower lids, and run happily down your cheeks, as you chuckled out a watery, “so, what do you guys think?”

“Perfect,” Wanda sniffled.

“Breathtaking,” Hilde nodded, wiping a stray tear away.

“Oh god, you’re a vision,” your Aunt Carol whispered.

“I’m more emotional about seeing you in this dress, then I was about my own,” Nat said through a breathless chuckle as she grabbed a kleenex and dapped below her eyes.

You nodded happily, then turned to your dad, who still hadn’t said a word yet, “what do you think, daddy?”

He glanced up and down at the dress for a moment then met your eyes. And you realized his were now also filled with tears. “Oh, kiddo. This is it,” he nodded and smiled, “this is the dress.”

“Yeah?” You asked as you looked down at the dress then at all of them.

“Oh yeah,” they all said in unison.

“Steve is going to fall over when he sees you walking down the aisle towards him in that,” Hilde said and you laughed loudly at that thought.

“I hope not, can’t have him injured on our honeymoon,” you smirked, and then burst out laughing again when you heard your dad groan loudly from his place on the couch.

“I didn’t need to hear that,” he shook his head, and mumbled, “I can’t unhear that now.”

You finally calmed down your laughing fit enough to tell the attendant you’d take the dress. Even though she’d probably already figured that out.

Your dad bought the dress for you, not even allowing the attendant to tell you how much it cost. His exact words were, “the price doesn’t matter. This is the dress and I’ll be damned if you don’t get to walk down the aisle wearing it.”

And that’s exactly what you’d get to do.

June 2020 - Present.

“It’s our time, kiddo,” your dads soft words pull you back to the present and you blink away the flash backs and turn to smile at him.

You take a deep breath, “then what are we waiting for,” you excitedly reply and then both doors are pulled open for you to make your grand entrance, on the arm of the first man you ever loved. The same arm that will soon pass you off to the last man you’ll ever love.

After one more glance at your father, who is clearly trying not to cry, you take a step through the doors and your eyes instantly find Steve’s. And the look on his face says it all.

He breaks the eye contact for a moment, to glance the full length of you, and then those beautiful deep blues lock back with yours and even from down the aisle, you can see the tears building up in them. And that almost makes you cry, but you manage to hold it together, determined to not ruin your makeup before he gets an up close look at you.

You reluctantly break the eye contact, in the hopes it will help you hold back the tears, and then you glance at the people in the pews on either side of the aisle. Seeing Thor and Vis sitting beside each other, giant smiles on their handsome faces and both looking dapper in their suits.

Then you see Laura and the kids, all dressed up and looking amazing. Before your eyes shift to the other side and see Sam’s mom and sisters, all looking beautiful as always in their pastel coloured dresses.

Next your eyes find Peter, Tony and Pepper, sitting near the front. You’d met Pepper about a year ago when you’d gone to a family dinner with Steve, she was lovely and you were so happy to learn Tony had met a nice woman finally, one you hoped would stay around for a while. As you both had hit it off instantly and you could totally see her making an awesome sister in law one day.

And next to them are Steve’s parents, Howard and Maria, both looking so effortlessly content and happy in this moment. Like they both had known this day would come, and the cheeky wink Maria gives you solidifies that thought.

Then lastly you look to the other side, seeing Winnie, James Jr, Maria Hill, your Aunt Carol and your cousin Lashana all sitting together. Winnie and your aunt were already bawling their eyes out and you hadn’t even reached Steve yet, that made you giggle quietly to yourself as your eyes finally flicked back up to Steve’s.

You both then hold the eye contact the rest of your way down the aisle, up until your dad passes you off to your future husband, sharing a few whispered words that you can’t quite make out, but you do see Steve nod his agreement to something before he focuses back on you to whisper, “come on, beautiful. I’ve been waiting 11 years to make you my wife. I can’t wait any longer.”

You giggle softly at this corny cheeseball you were about to marry, then let him lead you up the steps, knowing instantly that this is exactly where you’re meant to be. And Steve is exactly who you’re meant to be with.

If only you’d known sooner, but, then again, you know now, and that’s really all that matters. You got here eventually, and honestly, you wouldn’t have changed a thing. You believe everything happens for a reason, everything plays out a certain way to force you to grow, learn and appreciate everything you have. If things all came easily, they wouldn’t mean as much in the end.

You glance at your soon-to-be husband and smile, receiving a smile in return, then you both focus on the minister. Knowing that this is the final part before you both can call yourselves married. And you both couldn’t wait any longer for that. Or the beautiful, crazy, corny life that would follow this moment—The life where your best friend is by your side every step of the way, except now you’d call him your husband.

‘Your husband.’ God, you really love the way that sounds.

The End.

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Multiple Wake-Up Calls

Woke up with a gnawing ache in my tummy...multiple times.

I had the closing shift at work last night and it was a full shift--8-9 hours on my feet. That meant I didn't get to eat dinner until after 11PM (had to get home, take a shower ‘cuz work was disgusting, and then cook myself dinner)...closer to midnight. I've got the same shift tonight too and since it's a long one I knew I wanted to sleep. I finally called it at night around 2AM but realized that my tummy was growling and already pretty empty as I went to bed. Odd ‘cuz it had barely been 2 hours since I ate a decent dinner (chicken and rice). I decided I'd sleep on it 'cuz I was tired, my feet hurt, and I didn't want to have to deal with cooking and cleaning and the hassle of a potential upset tummy before bed.

It all started before my shift. It felt like my guts were tied in knots and I was cramping all day. Aunt Flow sent her baggage beforehand and decided to plague me with cramps long before her arrival, apparently. Welp, that means I gotta lay off the caffeine unless I want worse cramps...so 8-9 hours on my feet, dealing with customers today and coffee isn't an option. That's why I wanted to sleep more rather than find food at 2AM. Cramps tend to screw with my digestion as well--either things go right through me or it sits and festers for too long. Neither is a good option and I didn't want to figure out what mood my guts were in going to bed.

Alarm is set for 10:30A or so and I go to bed around 2:15A...maybe spend 40-odd minutes trying to get comfortable, massaging the ache out of my legs and whatnot and my stomach is pretty empty. I wake up to a rumbling feeling, wondering if perhaps my phone is vibrating with an incoming call or something. That thought disappears as I realize that the feeling is accompanied by a gnawing ache and that I’m curled up in bed, arms pressed to my tummy, and apparently chewing on my pillow. Hunger pangs...great. I check the time, it's 6:32AM. I've been asleep for maybe 3 hours. Not gonna try to take on a full shift on that. I take a sip of water and try to go back to sleep.

Big mistake. About three seconds after I swallow that pitiful sip of water (not even a full mouthful) I hear (and feel) a 'SQUELCH!' as the water passes my esophagus and makes contact with my stomach. I was already hungry, but that sip pushed my stomach from “inconvenient ache” to full-blown, snarling hunger. The hunger pangs intensified and my stomach let off a few loud grumbles, cramping and griping the whole time.

After about an hour and a half of rubbing my tummy, the hunger pangs subsided and I went back for more sleep. Short-lived as my stomach grumbled quite loudly around 8AM or so, preventing me from a deeper sleep. Again, I ignored it ‘cuz sleep was more important to me.

10:20AM. More vibrating rumbling. I wonder if it's my tummy again. Nope...a phonecall! That's the sound of my phone vibrating before the ringtone sounds. I'm mad at this point. I'm hungry, I'm tired, everything hurts, and I want to sleep properly before my next full shift. I hit "decline" 'cuz I didn't recognize the number anyway. If they're important or if they need to reach me they will leave a message or call back. I've picked up many calls from numbers I don't recognize before and every time it was either a scammer spoofing a number or it was someone calling me 'cuz apparently I called them--basically, my number was used in a spoofing scam on the caller ID. 10 minutes until my alarm is supposed to go off and hunger pangs are calling me and refusing to be ignored.

As always, feel free to send asks my way and respond to this post. Each time I was awake enough to feel the gnawing sting of hunger pangs I was rubbing my tummy, trying to quell the hollow ache enough to let me sleep. I've never wished for a partner so much in my life, someone who would have their arms around my stomach for me, applying counter-pressure against the nauseating hunger to grant me a couple more hours of sleep. If sleep wasn’t an option I wouldn’t have minded a partner who decided to have some fun with my starving tummy.

Currently eating breakfast before heading out to work (gotta catch a bus a full 2 hours before my shift starts 'cuz transit's infrequent). Hoping that the food digests properly ‘cuz I don’t want to deal with either extreme while at work. If it goes through too fast I’m going to be hungry and if it doesn’t go through properly I’m in for an upset stomach...not looking forward to either of those things. Tomorrow's a day off and while I do have plans with friends, I intend to indulge in kink tonight after such good inspiration the night before, so leave me asks and whatever to turn this experience into something positive for me, please and thanks!

#hunger kink #hunger pangs #tummy ache #tummy kink #personal

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kpopscenario · 5 years ago

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A day in fall

Pairing: Reader x Soonyoung

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: When two strangers accidentally walk into each other.

A/N: descriptive -Gem

When the alarm went off at 8am at a Saturday morning and she slowly opened the puffy eyes, the girl cursed at herself. Why did she set an alarm again on the weekend? Oh right. To explore the city for once instead of staying in bed the whole day. As a new student at the university, she hadn't been in this new city for a long time and still had a lot to explore. And since she liked to discover new places, hidden gems or just enjoy a day outside in the fall season with the sun out, the girl wanted to go out today. So after rubbing her eyes she got up from the bed and waddled to the closet. A light grey sweater, a wool scarf and skinny jeans with the black boots were chosen to wear. An hour later, she was ready to leave the quiet flat.

Not until she walked down the main street and scanned the environment, she realized that she was just one person in a big city, alone. For a moment the girl looked around to find the right direction to a café she saw on the way from the airport but it was quite impossible for her to remember the way now that she was standing there, in the middle of town. So she took out her phone, quickly typing the name of the destination in and waited for the instructions. Usually, exploring with just your instincts guiding you was definitely better but her instincts would surely lead her in the creepiest and dirtiest spot in town so the phone it was. 'Six minutes to walk, that's not too bad', she mumbled as she started to walk in the direction the phone told her to go. It was cold outside but the weather was perfect in her opinion. With the sweater and the huge scarf she might have looked like a penguin but at least it was cosy and warm, the best feeling in fall however was to have a hot chocolate in between your frozen fingers while watching the colourful leaves dropping from the trees. Most of the way, the girl's brown eyes were glued to the phone, so she wouldn't miss any new change of directions. This, for sure was helpful, but the next few seconds were about to teach her otherwise.

Before she could even react, someone crashed into her. So sudden and hard that the phone almost fell out of her hand. Still, it was enough to make her jump and gasp loudly, maybe a bit too loud.

"I could have dropped my sandwich, you dumb- oh", the person in front of her, the stranger who she just bumped into, cut off his harsh words the second he looked down at the girl. His expression softened immediately when he saw how scared she was herself since her eyes were widened as she clung onto her scarf. How long were they looking at each other like that? Her with decreasing shock and him with a softer expression than a few seconds ago.

"S-sorry", she brought out after what seemed like an eternity. She still looked at those big, dark eyes of the stranger, her hand still clinging onto her scarf. "I didn't mean to…walk into you." Her voice wasn't more than a mumble but it was enough for him to understand her.

"It's fine, it wasn't on purpose", he responded after a long pause. How long was this look? A minute, two, more? She wasn't sure but after a while, she felt her cheeks getting hot, so she was the first to break the contact. She then looked down at the sandwich in his hand, a half-eaten one. He hesitantly followed her eyes and smiled a bit.

"Are you in a hurry? I didn't want to keep you from going, I'm sorry…again. I will leave", she felt her cheeks getting hotter the longer she stood there in front of him like a statue. Did he notice how she had been staring at him? Oh god, why did she have to be so embarrassing. She was about to step aside and pass him as he suddenly spoke up and turned towards her.

"Actually not. I have nowhere to go today…"

"Oh", was all that escaped her plump lips. She dug her cold hands in the pocket of her jeans and watched the boy in a grey coat press his lips together. "Me neither. I just wanted to get breakfast."

He nodded and again, got a bit lost in the girl's eyes. So much, that he didn't really think about his next words and just talked out of the blue.

"Maybe I can accompany you? Coffee sounds good", he smiled weakly but when he saw the girl's lacking reaction to his words, he started to panic. Why did he just do that? He couldn't just invite himself to join. "Unless you don't want to, sorry. I will leave."

"I'd like some company, actually", the words just escaped her mouth instantly, maybe a bit too fast. The boy looked at her with big eyes and then nodded with a weak smile. She returned his warm gesture and lead the way. The two strangers then walked through the rather quiet and empty streets on this cold yet sunny day. She dug her hands deeper in the pockets of the jeans, as the coldness caused goosebumps to spread all over her body. The sky was clear, the sun shone down on them, flooding the streets in this beautiful golden light, making the dead leaves shine in new light. It made her smile, the change from late summer to the first real days of fall. Being able to see the world change, to see the people tugging their coats closer around them, to watch children destroying mountains of leaves or just to notice the little clouds in front of everyone's faces.

The small smile on her face didn't stay unnoticed for too long however. As he looked around and enjoying the pleasant atmosphere between the two strangers, he noticed the warm expression on the girl's face from the corner of his eye. He turned his head a bit, only to notice more and more about her. How her cheeks were coloured in the lightest shade of red, probably because of the cold temperatures. It made her seem rather cute, adorable even. Her lips in contrast were almost brightly red. Even her little dimple was getting scanned by him. Her dark eyes didn't quite match her soft and vulnerable seeming appearance, however this made her even more fascinating. What exactly was it about her that made him look at her for such a long time? What began with a peek to the side turned into a stare. After a while, who could tell the time anyways, she noticed his eyes on her so she looked up at him. Only to meet his stare. Not until then did he realize that he stared at her with no intention of taking his attention away from her again, not until their eyes met in this very second right then. He looked straight forward again, feeling every muscle in his body getting stiff. He almost said 'Sorry' but could keep himself from doing so, since it wouldn't make anything less awkward. Quietly, they kept walking, eventually arriving at the café; a narrow, navy-blue entrance door and little yellow tables outside was the first thing that popped into his eyes.

"Shall we go in?", she asked and turned around for the first time in a while. It was almost weird to hear her voice again after a long pause of talking. Until now, they hadn't had long conversations but was it needed? He then nodded with a smile on his face, leading her the way. Inside, there was music playing in the background, the big windows allowed the golden sunrays to flood the room. It wasn't that busy, only two other couples and an old man reading the newspaper sat there. After getting the needed hot beverage, they were told to sit down wherever they wanted. She looked around the room, choosing a particular place on the window, where there was a perfect view on the street. Again, she turned around to the boy, as if to ask for his permission to sit there which made him smile and nod.

"Go on", he said and followed her. Fortunately, it was warm inside so they could pull off the layers of wool. Again, he couldn't keep himself from peeking at her when she unwrapped the massive scarf like a mummy. The only difference was that now, long straight black hair fell over her shoulders and he could actually see her properly. Before it was only her little face that already was enough for him to notice her beauty. As she climbed on the chair, he had to bite his lips so not to chuckle: Her feet hung freely around while his touched the floor.

Her lipstick left a stain on the edge of her mug. The metal ring around her thumb made little sounds as she unconsciously tapped against the clay while her eyes curiously observed the busy street.

"This is nice", were the first words in a while that broke the silence once again and made the girl look up at the other, a smile on her lips.

"It really is. Maybe waking up early isn't as bad as I thought in the end."

This caused him to chuckle, something she hadn't heard yet and she would lie if she denied how nice the sound of it was. With the spoon in his hand, he drew some patterns in the foam of his coffee, she watched him doing so in amusement.

"Usually I'm not a morning person either, but today I really wanted to be productive for once. The weekends are too short to just sleep until 2pm, then eat, then watch some series and then eat again before going to bed. In addition, I would just stay on my phone anyways. It actually is a pity that we let time pass us just like that, if you think about it. Don't you think so?", while he was talking neatly placed the spoon next to the mug again and looked at her.

"I felt the same, actually. And since I'm new in town, I forced myself to explore a bit of the city on a day like this", she smiled at him and then scratched her neck.

"Oh, you're not from here?", he asked right back, slowly getting curious about the girl's background. "Do you like it here so far? Are you a student?" Actually, he even had more questions for her but bit his inner cheeks at a certain point, so as not to ruin the chemistry between them. She noticed his sudden interest and had to giggle - something small but something that made his heart drop for the split of a second. She sipped on her mug before answering his questions in a soft voice.

"It's a big city, and I'm not really good in memorizing directions so that's that. But I'll manage the life here pretty soon. Well, I hope I will", she smiled and quickly peeked at him, who was already looking at her with high interest in practically everything that she told him. "And yes, philosophy."

"Ah I'm in chemistry", he remarked and smiled when he saw how her face lit up. He liked how she didn't seem as if she pretended to be polite, she actually seemed interested in what he was saying and so, a long conversation started to build. What started with plain questions about each other's studies or flats changed to their personal interests and that lead to more laughter and amused remarks.

"How can you not like marshmallows in hot chocolate? That's ridiculous and under no circumstances acceptable", he groaned.

"Oh come on, grow up. That's something children get from their parents so the sugar makes them motivated for the day", she couldn't stay serious when she saw his pouty expression after her statement. "Or…some people might just drink it for 'fun', better?"

"Thank you for the correction."

"It's still disgusting", she mumbled but it was enough for him to hear it and growl playfully, which made her laugh out loud. How long had they went on to talk about hot chocolate and other random thoughts? Ten minutes, twenty, an hour? It wasn't until the boy looked at his watch when he gasped and made her stop her waterfall of words. "Mh, how late is it?"

"Already 1pm", he chuckled and was as surprised yet amused as her. Did they just really spend over 3 hours in the café to talk about everything that came into their mind? Apparently they did.

"Wow, impressive", she giggled and looked up at the boy who was pushing some strands of black hair out of his face. For a second, her attention fell on his black, yet glistening, shining eyes. They seemed to be filled with so much warmth and light, maybe it was just the golden sunrays that hit his face from the side, making him shine a bit. He was indeed handsome. It wasn't something she only now realized. In the first moment that she laid eyes on him, she felt how mesmerizing he seemed to her.

"Are you staring at me?", he asked suddenly and ripped her out of her thoughts, making the heat come back to her cheeks in an instance. At that, she could just shrug and look down at her hands.

"I shouldn't be staring at you but I guess I can't help it."

She must have seen his big, proud smile in that moment. He had his eyes on her and admired her red cheeks once again. He was the reason why the heat came back to her face, it must have been.

"I guess you're falling for me already?"

"You wish."

"I do?", at that, she looked at him again, also with a smile on her lips.

"I don't know, do you?"

To say the least, he wasn't like other men that she had met before. Although they only knew each other for a couple of hours, he gave her a comfortable feeling, which not many people have achieved giving her right away, especially not in this short amount of time. It felt like they had known each other for years already. Strange, wasn't it? How someone could just bump into you and instantly make you feel…home? Even people you knew sometimes could never give you that feeling. How could that be? How was it possible for them to feel like that after just a whiplash? How much did it take until there was such a connection? How likely was it to meet someone like that? One under ten, under hundred or more under a million?

Those thoughts accompanied the both of them on their way out of the café, but individually. Again, as in the beginning, they were silently walking next to each other.

Hands dug in the pockets of her jeans,

His big, dark eyes looking around,

The boy in the grey coat

And the girl with the red cheeks.

#seventeen #kpop #kpop scenarios #seventeen fic #one shot #seventeen reactions #kpop request #kpop writing #svt #hoshi #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung #seventeen fluff #fluff oneshot #kpop reaction #seventeen reaction #seventeen hoshi

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hobiwonder · 6 years ago

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Insomnia (m)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: fuckboy!Taehyung, Nerd!Reader, university au, friends(?) to lovers au, semi-crack???

Warnings: Smut, Sex toys, Cum play (tiny), basically taehyung doesn’t know what privacy is.

Words: 12.1k

Summary: You can’t sleep.

You tossed in your bed for what felt like the millionth time. This wasn’t unusual. The sleeplessness that you have been enduring for the past 2 weeks was slowly becoming an unwelcoming routine. You weren’t quite sure how, or why, this had started taking place anyway. Sure, you worked well into the late hours, studying until your brain begged for mercy and some unconscious relief, hoping that you will tire yourself out enough to fall into the deep slumber you desperately craved. Alas, it never came as easily as you wanted it to. It wasn’t even that you were an insomniac, or at least you didn’t think so. Falling asleep had never been such a task before. Never even had to think about it this much to the point where you considered scheduling an appointment with your doctor to see what was suddenly wrong with you.

It was 4am in the morning when you checked your phone again to see what lay ahead of you and how early you had to be up. Pressing your face into your pillow you let out a frustrated scream when your timetable showed you had an 8am Anatomy Lab, which meant that you had to be ready and be out of your room by 7:30am. Which also meant if you did not successfully fall asleep in the next 10 minutes, you will have less than 4 hours of sleep.

This was so not ideal.

You dreaded going to class in a few hours knowing how hard it will be to concentrate on anything at all, let alone listen to your Anatomy instructor drone on and on about the muscles of the pectoral girdle. Not to think that you didn’t love this stuff, honestly, you did. You loved everything about human biology and anatomy and you were at the top of your class for both subjects. However, that was precisely why you dreaded it. Your Professors and Instructors expected so much from you and you weren’t sure if you would be able to talk to any of them let alone learn anything at all from the lab sessions.

“Please god, even just an hour.” You muttered into your pillow an hour later as you clutched onto your tummy and closed your eyes tight. After a few minutes, turning once again, facing towards the window in your room and laying on your front, as much as it crushed your breasts and caused a slight discomfort. However, the coolness of the new surface of your bed that your limbs now reached must have done the trick because the next time you opened your eyes, it was because the sound of your alarm. Slowly, you rubbed your eyes, looking up at the ceiling, wanting to absolutely die because of how tired you were and how dry your eyes felt. Waking up was never a problem for you as you were a light sleeper. In fact, it was kind of a curse at the moment since any little sounds were enough to wake you up when already, it was taking you so long to fall asleep. Somehow, you pulled yourself up and out of your bed to get ready for your class.

Entering the Lab, everyone had already been seated at their stations and were chatting loudly to the person next to them, which you assumed, were their friends. You went straight ahead, putting on your safety glasses and adjusting your lab coat and sat at your station. Typically, there were 4 students at each station, 2 at each sides of the table. However, your table only included 3 as the other two students were friends with each other and, well, you didn’t have anyone you wanted to pair up with. It wasn’t that you didn’t have friends, you just simply didn’t see anyone in the class you were interested in becoming a pair with.

Okay, you didn’t have any friends, at least not in this class but so what? It wasn’t as if you were dying to have a partner.

In fact, you enjoyed it; not having to converse with anyone while you studied the specimens in front of you with an eagerness and attentiveness that your fellow peers somewhat lacked (Or maybe that’s just what the narcissistic side of you pointed out). Given, it wasn’t the easiest subject to master but still, it was right up your alley. You could say that you were a bit quiet…and a little socially awkward… and shy… a bit of a loner, as other people may incorrectly have described you. You weren’t a loner exactly, at least that’s not how you looked at it. That would imply you had a choice in being a loner when simply, you just lacked the gene that classified and allowed a person to be a social butterfly. You were just one of those people who everyone probably knew existed, but not your name. They knew because of your academic excellence and the numerous awards you got at each annual awards night. Maybe people remembered your name for a few days but then it was back to “the really smart but mute-ish chick” as you once heard a girl in your course, Sarang, describing you. You knew her name because she hung out with the crowd that was probably the best known around campus for their partying ways and the large amount of athletes that had a membership in the group. That same crowd that threw the most parties and flunked the most classes. And as cliché as it was, the crowd with the best looking faces and bodies the whole campus had to offer. It really was true, good looking people did travel in packs.

“Jesus! Pay attention will you!” The shrill voice of the girl across from you came as you realised that you had just sprayed the solution to keep the specimens wet, a little too further away from the actual specimen and all over the pair across the table from you. You hurriedly bowed and muttered an apology, speed walking to get some tissues to wipe off the table and offer to the girls across from you. As much as you didn��t like them, it wasn’t their fault that you had barely slept a wink last night and wanted to curl up on the ground right then and there. Walking towards where the paper towel dispenser was, rubbing your eyes once again, you bumped into what you guessed was the wall. Or a pole. No that doesn’t make sense, you thought. Wait, why was the wall moving. It was taking awfully long for you to decipher your surroundings with the devil’s potion trying to make you cry like a baby for accidently getting it in your eyes. Nonetheless, that felt more like a metal pole and less a human in front of you. Bowing and apologising once again you looked up to see none other than Kim Taehyung, staring at you like he just heard you ask him for some narcotics (Though you didn’t think he would be this surprised if you actually had, having heard rumours about the questionable activities of his group at their infamous parties).

“Uh, are you alright?”

“Y-yes? Yes, I’m okay, thank you.”

Leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows with a doubtful look on his face he questioned the truthfulness of your reply.

“Are you sure? Because… you’re kind of crying.” It was then that you noticed the stinging in your eyes once again and the single tear rolling down your cheek. You pushed past him, reaching for the paper towels as in your effort to wake up a bit more you had rubbed your eyes with your gloved fingers, covered in the spray and all.

“It’s… it’s nothing. I-I just got some of the spray in my eyes.” Hearing you say what happened widened Taehyungs eyes even more. Honestly you weren’t sure how much wider they could go.

“Oh shit, shouldn’t you, like, go see the nurse or something? What if your eyeballs are melting, like, right this second?” You would roll your eyes at his exaggeration and the excessive use of the word ‘like’. If you had the energy. Right now, you just wanted to end the conversation because you could barely look him in the eyes from across the cafeteria let alone when you were within an arm’s reach from him, wiping at your eyes after rinsing them.

“The solution doesn’t have any seriously harmful chemicals. It’s j-just irritation, that’s all.” You continued to look anywhere but him, knowing he would probably make another remark and how red your eyes probably looked right now and not just from the solution getting in your eyes.

“If you say so… anyway, watch where you’re going next time and avoid spraying chemicals in your eyes!” He sent you a smile that was way too bright for your already stinging eyes and walked back to wherever his station was. Watching him walk back and making sure you were clear to walk back to your station without having anymore incidents or any human interaction at all, you offered the paper towels to the girls across from you. Thankfully, for the next hour and a half you did not have to speak or make eye contact with anyone, given that your eyes would give away how much of a mess you were at the moment. However, the whole time you barely digested any word at all that came out of the demonstrator’s mouth. All you could think about was why haven’t you seen Kim Taehyung in your lab before? It wasn’t like he was a presence that was easily looked over. With his tall and broad frame, a face that looked no less than a high fashion model and the matching designer clothes that he wore (don’t ask how you know, you can just tell when some of his ties cost more than tuition for one of your subjects), and being in the University’s Basketball team, he was indeed, not easily disregarded. Though this just raised the question even more, why was he in an Anatomy Lab? You were suddenly brought back to reality when your demonstrator called your name to see you as everyone packed up and starting trotting out of the lab.

Already coming up with what you will say to explain your extreme lack of attention and just not being a normal human being for the second week in a row, you approached him.

“Hi Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“I-I’m alright sir, thank you.”

“I’m sure you know why I called you up? You’ve been extremely distracted lately” Already feeling the dreadful feeling rushing up, you kept your eyes low so your professor wouldn’t notice how red they still were and assume you were on some type of drugs or worse, crying.

“I’m sorry sir. I… I just haven’t been sleeping well lately. I will try harder.” You bowed again deeply, wishing this conversation will be over. Your professor sighed before speaking again.

“You don’t need to be sorry Y/N, I know you’re a good student. I’m just concerned that if this is becoming an issue then maybe you should see someone. Before it negatively impacts your studies.”

“I-I know sir; I will do something immediately. I apologise.” You bowed once more and rushed out of the lab, faintly hearing Taehyung’s name in the background before you exited and dashed to your next class.

This was becoming ridiculous. Even after the humiliating day you had today bumping into more than 5 people, almost missing where your seat was and dropping to the ground in front of at least 100 students, you thought you were ready to jump into bed in your sleeping shorts and the soft worn shirt you always wore to bed. Curling up, you had pulled the blanket up to your face and turned the lights, making sure it was pitch black. Honestly, this should’ve been enough to make you fall asleep in less than an hour. But that wasn’t the case at all. All signs of sleep escaped you as soon as your whole body was still and seemingly comfortable.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours and in reality it had just been half an hour when you checked your phone again. Why couldn’t you just sleep? Why was god punishing you like this? You never bothered anyone, you always minded your own business, always studied well and helped others when you could. You didn’t drink coffee or any other energy drinks that could be an explanation for this temporary insomnia that seemed to have its clutches tightly in you. Honestly, it felt like it was turning into acute insomnia.

When the clock hit 2 am, you finally gave up on trying to fall asleep and pushed the covers off in order to reach your laptop. You had had enough and were finally going to admit that this was probably more than just a case of not being sleepy enough to sleep. Because you were sleepy, but you just couldn’t sleep or stay asleep for that matter. Quickly typing in the address for the clinic on campus you booked an appointment online. After finding the option to see the availability of the doctors at the clinic, tears of frustration almost threatened to escape the confines of your eyes when you saw the earliest availability of a general practitioner, three and a half weeks.

Sighing deeply, you let a few stray tears slip out the corner of your eyes as you reached up to rub your face. You closed the laptop after booking the appointment, albeit feeling defeated. Three weeks was too long. You had exams approaching and you wanted to be well rested and actually be able to learn something before you were going to be examined on it. However, your options were limited due to living on campus and those were the only doctors you could go to. Clutching your pillow to your chest, you resigned yourself to a sleepless night, once again. Hoping for a miracle to occur at this point.

That miracle didn’t happen. Though you did manage to somehow sleep for about 4 hours on and off. Nonetheless, it was an improvement though an insignificant one. A lousy improvement seeing as you felt just as tired as yesterday. Something odd did happen however. A deep voice shouting your name from across the hall of the lecture theatre stopped you in your tracks as you looked around to find who it belonged to, and most of all, why was this person calling for you. Your eyes met with none other than Kim Taehyung as he stood in front of you, looking stylish as ever with his designer messenger bag slung over his shoulder wearing a dress shirt and some trousers which seemed to be his usual attire if he wasn’t in his gym clothes or basketball tank.

“Can you tutor me?”

You almost choked on thin air, not sure if you heard him right. He sure did cut to the chase. Not that you asked him to but appreciated nevertheless.

“E-excuse me?”

“You heard me, can you tutor me for Anatomy?” Taehyung questioned as he raised an eyebrow as if he was just asking for the time. You wished he did. You weren’t the best at saying no, despite your current circumstances. Though somehow the imminent rejection of his request had come to the tip of your tongue easier than you had anticipated.

“I’m afraid not, I’m sorry.” You tried to walk past him but he stepped on your way blocking you from leaving just yet.

“Please, I really need to pass Anatomy otherwise I’m screwed.” He pleaded as he lowered his head in an attempt to get closer to your height and if you guessed correctly, was trying to charm you into agreeing with him if the dazzling grin was anything to go by.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but I’m not in the best position to tutor anyone.” You bowed again as an apology before stepping to the opposite side but getting blocked once again, when he steps in front of you again. Sighing in frustration, you closed your eyes when he appeals with you again.

“Look, I wouldn’t even ask you if I wasn’t desperate” He looks away as he explains, “Just please, help me”

You don’t know why, but his words hurt and annoyed you at the same time. It’s not as if you thought you were the prettiest or outgoing girl but knowing that a guy like Taehyung , who seemed to be a ladies man, wouldn’t even pay you any mind at all unless he was desperate, didn’t exactly make you the cheeriest person when you were already on a verge of a meltdown. But it did make it easier and all the more satisfying to reject him once again.

“Trust me, I know you wouldn’t ever approach someone like me otherwise, but once again, I’m sorry, I can’t.” With that, you conjured all the strength you had in you and pushed past him, trying to find an isolated spot. Why you stopped again in your tracks, you don’t know. You should’ve just ignored him and kept going but for some reason what he says makes you rethink your decision for a split second. Not sure if it’s because what he says next is laughable or genius. You’re leaning towards the former.

“Look, I can help you too.” Hearing the frustration in his voice, you turn around, looking at his semi-annoyed face. It makes your anger spike up a little more, taking in his entitled attitude, melting all the extra layers of nice and polite you had slapped on this morning. You know, just for your panicked and cruel sleep deprived brain to fight through before it could convince you to take your frustration out on your peers.

“I don’t need your help.” You fire back while you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

He simply shrugs and stares back at you, “Of course you do, no shame in that.”

“Excuse me? Why on earth would I ever need your help? If I’m not mistaken, you are the one who is asking for my help.” You could feel yourself on the verge of screaming at his stupid handsome face. Why did he have to have everything? He probably got 8 hours of sleep too! No dark circles, no droopy eyes from sleep. Just his flawless golden skin. You were starting to feel petty now, to be frank.

“I heard you tell the professor that you haven’t been sleeping well lately. I mean, it’s kinda obvious.” he gave you a once over with a smirk on his face that screamed insults at your probably tousled hair, baggy clothes and puffy face. You were about to scream at him, starting the onslaught of your meltdown. How dare he! First he comes to ask for your help and then insults you right in your face? In your puffy, red eyed, face?

“Look, you can probably tell just how desperate I am from the offer I’m about to make.” He took a deep breath and continued, “So just think about it. I can help you sleep, trust me, I’ve had plenty of practice in Anatomy lectures,” He flashes you a million-watt smile before continuing, “You can help me learn enough to pass. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement.” He exclaims with his hands outstretched, looking and sounding like he just solved the AIDS epidemic.

“Firstly, i-i-t’s rude to listen to other people’s conversations,” To which he rolled his eyes at, much to your dismay, but you still continued, “How on earth are you going to help me sleep?” You exclaim furrowing your eyebrows, genuinely confused at his proposal. Wait no, were you right about the narcotics? Was he about to offer you some snow and tell you how it takes the edge off? You shook your head, cursing your ridiculous thoughts once again.

“Easy, you look like a virgin, or you must be having really bad sex,” Not choking around thin air was never such a puzzling task for you before, however it was proving to be increasingly difficult. Though, Kim Taehyung has never spoke to you before either, you guessed. You would have preferred if he had offered you drugs.

“W-what?” You swallowed, looking anywhere but him though when you catch him look smug like he just proved his outrageous claims, you continue, “What does that have anything to do with s-sleeping anyway? I’ve had sex before!” Hearing the slight pause in the steps of students passing by, you slapped your hands over your mouth realising how loudly you had just yelled that, but it was too late. You had already pretty much shouted that out loud, causing a few incredulous looks at you, mostly from the female students.

Taehyung chuckled for the first time and if you weren’t on the verge of smacking the daylights out of him you may have even found it endearing, with his deep baritone.

“See? You probably are having the worst sex of your life if doesn’t tire you out enough to knock you out” He sighs again like he’s been the reasonable one here in this whole exchange. “Look, I’ll let you use my body” he pauses, leaning forward to put emphasis on his ridiculous words, “to tire yourself out, however long it takes for you. You don’t even have to make me cum.” He says with a smile like he’s letting you off the hook and he didn’t just utter the word ‘cum’ as easily as ‘coffee’. Off what hook?! You have just about had it, and his vulgar words just make all the blood rush to your face from embarrassment as well as raging anger. You weren’t a violent person, really, but turns out Kim Taehyung brought out those tendencies in you.

“I-I… You! How dare… Goodbye Taehyung!” You turn around in a fury and start walking towards the front of the lecture theatre and taking a seat right at front despite the fact that you might possibly fall asleep. But it was better than being at the back or anywhere near his group of friends.

It is 7pm when you get a message on Facebook. You were just checking your grade for the quiz you had done in Anatomy yesterday when you heard the chiming of your phone. Thinking it’s your friend from your hometown you reach for it immediately. Face falling into a frown and you swear you can feel your blood starting to boil again when you see a message request from a certain Kim Taehyung. His profile picture is black and white and he looks like a model as always, resting his face in his hand, looking at the camera with intent eyes. You can’t believe you still found him attractive after the way he spoke to you. It was no secret that he thought highly of himself and the women he could bed with all of his handsomeness. Though it was obvious he didn’t seem to think of you in that way, making it seem like he was doing you a favour by “letting you use” his body. You shook your head, pressing on decline and throwing your phone to the side, going back to your textbook. It wasn’t as if you were about to sleep anytime soon, might as well catch up on everything even though you went to every class.

However, Taehyung proved to be persistent as your phone chimed once again and once again you declined his request. Though, almost immediately he requests to message you again. You groan in frustration, the sound seeming to have become a favourite of your larynx, and go to the settings and find the block function. Right before you’re about to hit block, you stop. Slightly amused and honestly, a bit surprised at his diligence. You don’t know what compels you to go back to his request and reluctantly press ‘accept’ but as soon as you do, you receive a message from him.

[7:16pm] Taehyung: Look, before you block me just hear me out. [7:16pm] Taehyung: I’m sorry I was an ass, I wasn’t trying to be. I was trying to be helpful please believe me. [7:16pm] Taehyung: I got 51% on the quiz and I copied everything from the internet! THAT’S how badly I need your help!! Pls don’t reject again [7:18pm] Taehyung: hello?? i know you’re there bc I can see youre reading my messages

You quickly exit out of his chat but your phone chimes again. It was a little funny how his grammar had worsened with each message, giving up on grammatical propriety after merely two sentences.

[7:19pm] Taehyung: please Y/N.

You bite your lip looking down at the message, contemplating if you should agree or not. He did sound desperate enough. Maybe this good deed will benefit you? You know, good karma and all?

[7:22pm] Y/N: I don’t need your help.

You press send. You wanted him to know that you didn’t need some sex maniac helping you do anything. You were fine! You thought defensively. Then why are you getting mad? Your inner voice was not what you needed right now.

[7:22pm] Taehyung: Ok fine… if you say so. [7:23pm] Y/N: Goodbye Taehyung. [7:23pm] Taehyung: wait!! Im sorry okay? I’ll pay you instead. As a tutor [7:23pm] Taehyung: what do you say? I cant just not do anything in return.

Hm, that actually did sound okay to you. Nothing was going particularly well in your life at the moment, earning some extra cash wouldn’t make things any worse. And it wasn’t like Taehyung couldn’t afford it.

[7:24pm] Y/N: Fine. ₩70,000 an hour.

You smirk to yourself, thinking this would surely make him second guess. How wrong you were.

[7:24pm] Taehyung: deal. Where and when should we meet?

Your eyes widen at his immediate agreement. If he’s willing to pay this much, why not just hire a professional tutor that the university offers?

[7:25pm] Y/N: What?! Why can’t you just hire a qualified tutor instead? [7:25pm] Taehyung: beacsue they cant explain for shit. I understand nothing I’ve already tried. Ive seen you explain some stuff to the girls at your table. Thats probably the only thing I remember and you weren’t even teaching me directly. [7:25pm] Taehyung: So please tell me when and where

A bittersweet pride clouded your brain at the knowledge that famous Kim Taehyung had been paying attention to you without you meaning to. Or, well, at least to what you had been saying at that time. Sighing in defeat, you weren’t sure if this was the right decision but you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

[7:27pm] Y/N: 7pm at my dorm. I’m not available another time. Pick your days. [7:27pm] Taehyung: perfect. I finish practice at 6:30 so it should work out. How about Wednesday, Thursday and Friday? An hour. [7:28pm] Y/N: Okay. But I might not be available on those days all the time. [7:29pm] Taehyung: idc as long as I get at least 2 hours in every week.

You rolled your eyes at his self-entitled behaviour again. It’s probably second nature to him.

[7:30pm] Taehyung: my original offer still stands tho… if you want [7:30pm] Y/N: Goodnight Taehyung.

It was not a good night. Not at all.

The next day is just like the last 2 weeks. Sleepless nights, trudging through the day with heavy limbs and an irritated attitude. After getting a message from Taehyung at 5pm you realize it’s Friday and one of the days that you agreed to tutor him. You give him your building and room number. When you got home you quickly made sure that your room was clean, changed into comfortable clothes, shorts and a sweatshirt. You certainly didn’t want to dress up for him. Though that didn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of having him in your small room. It wasn’t the smallest but it was probably a shoebox compared to the mansion he lived in. The nervousness only increased when you heard a knock at your door. Taking a deep breath, you looked through the peephole and saw Taehyung standing outside, bag slung over his shoulder while he lazily typed away on his phone.

Okay, you could do this. He may be good looking but he was an ass anyway. You reluctantly opened the door, standing on the side to let him in. Taehyung looked up from his phone and entered, giving you a grin. You bit your lip as you closed the door after he had entered and made himself home on your desk chair, looking around with pursed lips and nodding his head like he approved. “Smaller than my bathroom but it will do” You gaped at him, mouth slightly ajar. You couldn’t believe you were nervous for even a second. Rolling your eyes you ignored his comment and took your books from the desk, deciding to sit on the carpeted floor. Even with his thin shirt, which looked slightly damp probably because he took a shower after practice, and sweatpants, Taehyung’s broad frame had seemed to swallow up the room, making it feel smaller than it actually was.

“We should sit on the floor; I don’t have a second chair to sit at the desk with you.” You patted the ground as you opened the textbook.

“Or,” He turn to face you from the chair, “you could just teach me from there. I have 20/20 vision.” He smiled brightly, actually thinking his suggestion was legit.

You continued to stare at him with a sharp expression making him resign and finally move his things to the floor after 2 minutes.

“So,” he says loud enough to startle you, “where do we begin?” “W-Well, what part don’t you understand? Mark it with this pencil.” “Alright I can definitely do that.” He says smiling. You continue to just stare as he takes the pencil from you, feeling calm compared to before. You decide to take out your notes and get ready to find out the relevant topics for him after he finishes finding what he needs help with.

After about two minutes he sets the pencil down. “Okay, so! From here,” he points to a page in the textbook and up until another section.

With 5 chapters in between.

“Taehyung… that’s half of the stuff we’ve learned. And it isn’t even the end of semester yet.” “Uh hellooo, you’re talking to the guy who just barely passed an online quiz even after shamelessly cheating from the internet.” He points to himself, looking at you like you’re the one who just confessed that you don’t know almost half of the curriculum.

You can safely say Taehyung is the most ridiculous person you have ever met. Sighing, you start from the beginning of the chapter he doesn’t understand.

“Alright, let’s start with the skull.”

“Are you indirectly insulting my brain?” You give him a confused expression.

“No? you came up with that on your own.” He gasps dramatically and that’s when you know you’re in for a long few weeks.

It’s your third lesson with Taehyung. All the previous ones ended up being more than an hour when you started to tutor him. To your surprise, he had paid utmost attention to whatever you had said, assiduously taking notes and listening to your every word. Even grasping the concepts pretty well after explaining two or three times. You were not too surprised though. He was at the top of his class for his Exercise subjects and you guessed that was because it was nothing like Anatomy and more about the sport he played. He always paid you right after his lesson, transferring the money to your account, paying you extra for the full hour even if you only went half an hour over the initial time.

“So the anterior muscles include the subclavius, pectoralis minor, and serratus anterior. The posterior muscles include the trapezius and… and, wait! I almost have it… rhomboid major, and rhomboid minor?”

“…correct.”

“Fuck yes!” You looked down at the textbook and grinned as his face lit up, thrusting his hands in the air.

“I can’t believe we’ve already done 2 chapters. I knew I wasn’t dumb.” You give him a look when he leans back on his hands smugly.

“Um, you’re welcome?”

“Oh right, thanks,” he says with a wave of his hand. “You know, I thought you wouldn’t even be able to look me in the face. You’re so shy usually.”

You give him a sarcastic smile as you gather up your notes. “That’s all thanks to you and your falsely inflated ego.” Your stuttering had almost completely faded. Though, now that he was looking you squarely in the face with his head tilted, you could feel your nerves coming back. His gaze was always so intense.

He stared at you with his mouth open dramatically, “And here I thought you were nice.”

“I-I’m just stating the facts,” you say with a shrug. “Thanks to me at least you won’t fail the final.”

“Hey I’m smart! I wasn’t going to fail it anyway.”

“Taehyung… you called the pituitary gland, and I quote, “brain testicles”, your own words.” You said, using air quotes.

“Don’t try to pretend you didn’t also think so when you first saw it.”

“I didn’t.” Taehyung dramatically pointed at you screaming liar. You chuckled at his childish behaviour, strangely finding it endearing. Huh, never thought this day would come so quick.

Tutoring Taehying hadn’t been so bad after all. He’d been a good student, respectful and punctual. When he wasn’t using outrageous terms to describe body parts and organs, or praising himself, he was pleasant to talk to. He told you about his basketball and how he dreamed to play for Korea, having already caught the eye of the coach of the national team at one of his games at another University. Turns out his degree also requires human Anatomy as he was technically majoring in Sport and Exercise Science. You hadn’t told him much about yourself but you always listened to him talk about his degree, sounding so passionate and not at all like the playboy and careless image he portrayed with his friends which made him seem like he was only concerned with bedding women and partying till late. That didn’t stop him though. Even after your first lesson, he had gone to a party after. You knew because he had sent you drunken messages showing his gratitude for agreeing to help him. It seemed like that was the only time he had put some sincerity in those messages.

“Hey, you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts. Taehyung was now packing his stuff, the time being just over 8:30.

“Y-yeah I’m fine, why do you ask?” You lied, nothing had changed for you. Getting less than 12 hours of sleep in the last 7 days was not making you feel okay.

“Honestly? Because you look like shit. Full offence.” Your mouth fell open at his bluntness. How dare he?! And you thought he was actually concerned.

“Um, thanks, jerk. You can go away now.”

“Hey, I’m only being honest. You’re the one not taking advantage of a free of charge service I’m ready to provide.” He says this while stretching his arms above his head which in turn makes his sweatshirt ride up. Exposing the sharp v line of his pelvis. The smooth, tan skin almost hypnotizes you. If it wasn’t for what he had said it was quite possible that you would’ve continued to stare. Actually it was 100% confirmed you would have.

“Are you always this ready to pimp yourself out?”

“Not usually, no.” He pretends to be seriously thinking it over, “I don’t need to try this hard.” He smiles brightly. Yeah, you bet he didn’t.

“But you just look miserable and honestly I preferred when you were a stuttering mess when I first talked to you and not so easily irritated as you are now.”

You knew you were a bit… harsh on him. But not as much as he’s complaining.

“Am not!”

“Exactly my point. Just go rub one out if you don’t want my help and get out of this misery.” He shrugs at you with a bored expression on his face.

“Why do you think that everything is about sex?!”

“Uh because it is? You just don’t want to admit it. A good orgasm and you’ll be sleeping like a baby in no time.”

“T-this is a medical issue. It’s not that simple.”

“Yes it is. Just fucking try it. What do you have to lose?” You opened your mouth to retort but really, found yourself asking the same question. What did you have to lose, really?

You continued to think about what Taehyung had said. Maybe he was right? You couldn’t believe you were admitting it. But really, you just had to slip your hand in your shorts, stroke a little and viola. That’s it, right?

You laid in the dark, on your back closing your eyes. Slowly trailing your hands down and into your shorts. Breathing deeply, you slipped them beneath your panties. Gently stroking up your mound from your slit, you discovered you were too dry. You tried to think of anything that would warm you up enough, get you in the mood. Anything, other than Taehyung and his sensual and seductive mouth. Stroking your outer labia, you slid your index and middle finger up to your clit, rubbing in circles, gently. A faint moan left your lips at the feeling of your fingers’ gentle rubbing. After 5 minutes of constant circles on your bundle of nerves, you failed to bring yourself over the edge as the tight knot in your lower stomach remained but the release refused to overtake you. You groaned out loud in frustration, increasing your pace, rubbing quick harsh circles. Kicking your legs and whimpering in defeat when the release just didn’t come. Pun intended.

Slowing down your breathing, your gaze fell upon your phone that lay beside you. You don’t know what compelled you to do what you did next, maybe it was the unsatisfied burn in your core, or you were simply going crazy from the lack of sleep but you reached over and opened messenger, clicking on Tae’s name. You didn’t know if he would reply to you tonight, knowing he was at a party on this Thursday night since he didn’t have classes on Friday, but you texted him anyway.

[11:15pm] Y/N: I did it.

You sent the message and put your phone beside you, heart almost beating out of your chest. The unmissable chime of your phone sounded in the room just 5 minutes later. With your heart beating in your ears, you picked up the phone with closed eyes, slowly opening to read the reply.

[11:21pm] Taehyung: Did you cum?

You threw your phone away as if it burned you, breathing hard. It took a full 2 minutes for you to calm down enough so your heart won’t come out of your mouth. How did he know what you were talking about? Does he really have sex on his mind all the damn time? When you finally gathered your wits, you picked up the phone again. Typing your reply even though you should’ve probably not said anything at all in the first place, knowing he would never let this go.

[11:23pm] Y/N: That’s none of your business!! Bottom line you were wrong. It’s not that simple!

Sending the long message, you hoped he wouldn’t reply to it.

Your phones chimed again. Apparently not Taehyung.

[11:24pm] Taehyung: so that’s a no. no wonder you’re still awake [11:24pm] Taehyung: did you rub your clit? [11:25pm] Y/N: Taehyung wth you can’t just ask me that! [11:25pm] Taehyung: so that’s a no. again

Your breath hitched at his vulgar words. They should’ve disgusted you. You should’ve stopped it. But you didn’t, not realizing your whole body was increasing in temperature, your hands subconsciously playing with the band of your underwear. You needed to get a hold of yourself. How dare he think just because he is his stupid handsome self, that he can ask you such private questions like he’s your boyfriend or something.

The idea of Taehyung being your significant other, in bed with you, his large slender hands that are always adorned in a ring or two, working the band of your underwear instead of you had you gasping for a breath. You quickly shook yourself out of your thoughts that were straying you from your original intent of stopping him from going any further with his filthy questions.

[11:26pm] Y/N: Why are you being like this still [11:26pm] Taehyung: did you at least touch your nipples? [11:26pm] Y/N: omg will you stop [11:27pm] Taehyung: not until you fess up about your horrible masturbating techniques. How hard is it to make yourself cum?

The nerve! You could masturbate AND reach climax if you wanted to, you thought with a glare at your phone.

You were starting to question your own sanity when you continued to argue with him about your not-horrible-at-all masturbation skills. Why on earth were you letting this fuckboy, which he was, get to you was starting to make you nervous. All this self-doubt and defensiveness only started after you agreed to be the tutor of this self-acclaimed masturbation expert. Kim Taehyung was bad for your health, you thought with a roll of your eyes, as cliché as it sounded. But still, you let him make you do things, like replying to his baseless accusations that you really didn’t NEED to respond to, that are literally the opposite of what you stand for.

[11:29pm] Y/N: I’m sorry I’m not a nymphomaniac like you who’s ready to bust one out at any given moment.

[11:30pm] Taehyung: the fact that youre still typing in proper grammar at almost midnight after having allegedly cum tells me youre a liar [11:30pm] Taehyung: and liars get their pants set on fire

You were almost 100% positive that Kim Taehyung was not a 22 year old male, but a middle schooler desperately trying to get out only when he is intoxicated.

[11:31pm] Y/N: “Allegedly”? Really? What? Are you going to sue me for texting properly? Screw you.

You have had it. You never really swore or saw the need to. So telling Taehyung to go screw himself was a pretty big deal in your book. You just hoped Taehyung will catch on to that.

[11:31pm] Taehyung: no way. You need to learn how to rub one out first and then we can negotiate screwing or other sex acts.

[11:32pm] Y/N: I don’t need to learn anything. You on the other hand need a lesson on boundaries!

[11:32pm] Taehyung: dw grandma. I’ll bring a friend tomorrow to help since you’re so tightly wound.

Your eyes almost bulged out of your sockets. Has he not been processing anything you’ve been saying? And you were sure you would actually kill him if he brought one of his obnoxious friends to get you off. They would both probably insult you together about how unskilled you are.

[11:32pm] Y/N: and I’ll call campus security. Goodnight Taehyung.

The next reply came after a long pause.

[11:36pm] Taehyung: hey! We arent finished! [11:36pm] Taehyung: I’m gunna prove you wrong

You rolled your eyes for what felt like the thousandth time. You were surprised that they weren’t permanently stuck to the back of your skull by now.

[11:36pm] Taehyung: dont ingnore me [11:37pm] Taehyung: so? Will you let me prove you wrong? [11:38pm] Taehyung: I wont even touch you [11:38pm] Taehyung: just give you ppointers [11:39pm] Taehyung: hellooooo??? r u there? [11:39pm] Taehyung: im drunk and impatient text me back

You groan in frustration. The constant vibration of his incoming messages annoying you more and more with each chime. Why is he so obsessed with this issue? Probably because he’s drunk, you thought as your phone continued to make annoying buzzing noises beside you. Finally, with another frustrated loud groan, you texted him back to shut him up.

[11:40pm] Y/N: omg will you stop texting me if I say okay? [11:40pm] Taehyung: maybe [11:41pm] Y/N: fine. Goodnight.

You didn’t get another message after that for which you thanked god above. Not that it would’ve mattered as it turned out.

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The next day came in what felt like a century. Spending the whole night falling in and out of a sleepy haze, adding to your misery that has been your life for the past 3 weeks. Feeling more sluggish by the day. Plus, having 3 classes to attend to as well as tutor Taehyung was not ideal. These days, nothing was. All jokes aside, you were dejected. You didn’t realize how much this was affecting all aspects of your life. You didn’t want to talk to anyone, couldn’t pay attention in class, which resulted in you having to study extra to keep up with the curriculum. On top of that, your doctor’s appointment was still 2 weeks away and your first exam was in a week and a half. Given, it wasn’t too far behind your appointment but whatever the doctor would give you will take some experimentation to figure out what medication worked best for you, which meant it could take another week or two after your appointment. You just didn’t have that much time. Yet, you pushed the offending thoughts that were the inevitable future, to the back of your mind and went on with your day. Hoping it will end quickly.

After having finished showering and changing into your pyjamas, a knock on your dorm room door had sounded. Your heart started racing thinking about your question with Taehyung the night previous and how intent he was on giving you masturbation ‘tips’ as ridiculous as that sounds. He was drunk though, so maybe when he woke up this morning he realised he made a mistake. Yes, that’s right. He probably did regret it seeing as how disappointed he was at the start when he admitted defeat and asked you to tutor him.

Maybe if you ignore it all, he would do the same. On one hand you wanted to demand an apology for his crude words, but quickly deflated at the idea after realising that was probably just his normal self. In other words, he was an obnoxiously open and invasive by nature. You quietly opened the door as you usually do, letting him in and to get settled on the floor.

So far, nothing seemed… off. He didn’t mention anything, quietly going about his business in setting up. Well as quiet as he could, muttering about his basketball practice all the while. Was it just different today or did Taehyung look… warmer than usual? His hair was a wild mess presumably because of the shower he probably took after practice before coming here. His tank top showcasing his toned decently muscled arms, a slim chain on his neck, probably gold, an earring dangling from his left ear, also probably gold. The boy was swimming in money, after all.

You shook yourself out of your thoughts, and halted your further inspection of him when it started to travel south. Taehyung had his head bent down looking at his notes but flicked his eyes up to you suddenly, making you realize that you probably visibly tried to shake the thoughts away. However, when you raised your eyebrows, trying to play it cool, he rolled his eyes and went back to his notes and the two of you begun your lesson.

After an hour and a half, Taehyung started to pack up his things as he repeated the things he had to work on for the next lesson, to himself. So far things have been… normal. Taehyung never mentioned anything about last night’s train wreck of a conversation which was less than appropriate, to your relief. Cracking ridiculous jokes, making embarrassing Anatomy puns and telling you how boring you were when he heard that your plans after tutoring him was to try and get some sleep. Almost normal.

Until he opened his mouth again.

“So, are you ready for your lesson now?” He asked raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively.

“Excuse me?” You spluttered out.

“You heard me. You agreed to this remember?” He sat back against your bed, getting comfortable.

“I-I just said that to shut you up. And I don’t need a lesson!” You needed to stay calm and not let him irritate you. So far that idea was a bust. Taehyung rolled his eyes at you waving his hands in front of him like he was dismissing you.

“Oh please stop trying to get out of this. I’m just going to give you tips. Hell I even brought a friend for you!” He said excitedly as if he suddenly remembered, clapping his hands before reaching in his bag again. You watched in confusion as he pulled out a pull-string bag, opening it to pull out… well, a dildo.

An actual, sparkling pink, dildo.

You just about passed out seeing the offensive object in front of you. Not sure if you should be thrilled he brought a ‘gift’ for you or be insulted at his endless breach of your personal boundaries. Definitely insulted.

“You… you actually… brought me a… dildo? I-… What…” You were still opening and closing your mouth. Not sure what to say to him.

Taehyung sighed dramatically, putting a hand out to stop you from saying anything further.

“Correction: a vibrating dildo and yes, I know, I should be appreciated more. This was the least I could do after insulting you when we first met.” He says with a bright grin.

“But… you are still insulting me.”

“Uh why are you so ungrateful? I bring an honest gift to help a friend out and this is what I get?”

You rolled your eyes at his exaggerated words and the hand gestures that accompanied them. They may even have looked plausible if he wasn’t still holding the ridiculous flamingo pink dildo and waving it about.

“Why do you even have a pink dildo? Wait, don’t tell me. I take it back!” You quickly shout in an attempt to stop him.

“Oh I lost a bet and had to go buy one as a punishment pretending I’m a furry.” He explained, waving the silly thing around again as he spoke.

“Orrrr you just like the … vibrating…super-girthy 7-inch…sensual lover?” You said as you tried to read the outrageous writing on the little bag he took the dildo out from. Taehyung opened his mouth in shock with the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Look at you! Making dildo jokes already. You’re ready for my elite training. Come, sit.” He said patting the space beside him. You rolled your eyes shaking your head.

“Taehyung, no, go get drunk at a party or something.” You crossed your arms looking across at him.

“I still have time. Now stop stalling and get over here. Don’t you want to sleep? This will just bring you one step closer.” He tried negotiating in a sing-song voice. Why was he so obsessed with this idea?

“I know you’re thinking why am I pushing this so much. I just can’t stand your bitchy attitude anymore. Hey! I’m just speaking up. I won’t take the abuse anymore! This is a democracy, not a dictatorship!” He shouts towards the end dramatically as you glare at him pretending you’re about to throw your 1-ton textbook at him.

“No you jerk, this is my room and you’re the one who keeps trying to dictate my life!”

“An orgasm-less, sleepless, boring, uneventful life.” And to think this was him apologising for insulting you.

“I swear to god-”

“Just move closer a bit drama queen.” Taehyung has the nerve to call you that while he reaches over and literally almost picks you up by wrapping his arm around your waist and moving you closer to him so now you sat next to him, while your back rested against your bed. Your breathing was a bit rough from the sudden touch and now the fact that you were sitting close enough that your shoulders were touching his, your bare thighs brushing his. You firmly kept your head pointed straight ahead, not sure if you’ll be able to look at him in the eyes and look away again. He smelled so aromatic and fresh. Too good for you to handle. Almost.

“Ugh, let’s get this over with. Tell me all your secrets master.” You sarcastically say as he turns his head towards you.

“That’s actually kinda hot, even coming from you.”

“Tae!”

“Okay okay! So,” He turns back to the toy, holding it up, “I figured you probably need some help. This bad boy is a multi-tasker. It vibrates and there is nothing a vibrating dildo can’t solve. Nothing.” He looks at you so seriously you almost believe him.

“World poverty?” You reply back equally as serious to which he sends a glare sharp enough to intimidate anyone into obeying him if it wasn’t for the pink toy in his hand.

“Pay attention. Anyway, the key is to start slow. Run your hands over yourself, your thighs, stomach and not just shove it up there like you probably would.”

“I-I wasn’t going to.” You swallow thickly realizing that this is real. Too freaking real with his real muscular self, pressed up right into your business. Well, your side business. Texting was different. This is real where a real Taehyung is undoubtedly about to get more explicit, in his deep mellifluous voice. Telling you how to pleasure yourself. And you secretly listen on earnestly, trying to pretend this didn’t affect you so maybe he’ll lose interest and stop talking.

“Good idea, using the vibrations to warm yourself up would be better.” He continued, nodding to himself completely oblivious to the affect it was starting to have on you much to your dismay. You turned your head to look at his face, just a glance but right then, Taehyung had decided to turn to you as well. And he continued speaking.

“The key is to tease yourself.” Eyes falling to your lips while yours were already feasting on the plumpness of his.

“Not giving in so easily. Almost starving your body of the sensations. Start off with your breasts, caress them, pull them, pinch your nipples until they feel heavy and tingle.” At some point, Taehyung’s voice had taken a lower tenor and his breathing a little rough as he stared at you. Your breathing was no better. Watching Tae’s mouth say the deliciously erogenous words to you as he continued to tell you how exactly you should make yourself climax.

It was too late, you were already trapped in a trance, letting his words pull you in to what you were desperately trying to avoid. Each ticking second was lethal to the tight knit control you usually always had on your emotions and inhibitions. Grasping at the loose ends of strings that held the opening to your body sealed shut and devoid of any insatiable, self-indulgent intentions.

“Then move your hands down, slowly, slip them over your panties and stroke your pussy lips.” You gasped lightly at hearing the crude word. Taehyung stared at your face, trying to look for any sign of obvious discomfort. When he saw none, he continued. His breathing steady compared to your pathetically choppy exhales.

“Set it to the lowest setting, just to get your body acquainted.” A low buzzing sound had broken through the otherwise quiet room, save for your breathing. Taehyung brought the toy to your arm making you jump slightly, eyes still set directly to your face. Your face was undoubtedly giving tomatoes a run for their money. The air was so thick you could almost taste the different gasses making up the one you were breathing.

And then the toy was moving upwards, leaving tingling sensations in its wake on your skin through the thin material of your shirt. To your chest. Your eyes following the movement of his arms as if you took your eyes off for even one second you’d find them somewhere you know they were going to inescapably end up, but not being able to bring yourself to admit it, yet. Loving the warm embrace denial had you wrapped into.

“Slowly, teasing your body into wanting to feel more. Like this.” Chest thrusting forward, a whimper escaped your parted lips when you felt the vibrations faintly pressing into your nipple, teasing it until you could feel the tingling sensations making it tight.

So much for not wanting to react.

Taehyung cursed under his breath at your reaction as his own got bolder. He pressed the vibrations slightly closer when he reached the other nipple, circling the toy around it through your night shirt until it was so obviously pressing against the fabric, two visible points trying to shove through.

“Yeah, just like that. Make yourself want it. Fuck.” He cursed under his breath again as you had started to thrust your chest forward ever so slightly, chasing the delicious vibrations as both your hands rested behind you. The heat brewing up in your core was starting to make physical changes in your body as you could feel the wetness between your thighs. Holy crap, you thought to yourself, if you can feel the stickiness between your thigh just from this then you don’t want to imagine what’ll happen if- if. No!

You stopped yourself. You needed to gain control of this situation. Too bad, control had already up and left you at the station as your wits stared at the bus going to your personal hell. Okay, maybe hell is an exaggeration but, still. All thoughts of control escaped you when Taehyung pressed the toy directly above your mound through your sleep pants, taking you by surprise when you were busy overthinking as usual. A moan slipping past your lips, eyes looking down at his veiny arm between your legs, pressing the toy and its vibrations on the top of your mound, gradually moving downwards. More whines were leaving your lips as he got closer and closer and was eventually running the toy down your slit and then back up to your clit, through the pants. A pitiful whimper sounded out from you as you looked at Taehying in panic, not knowing what to do as your body had started to chase the movements of his hand on your pussy. It was as if all your senses were starved until now, just like Taehyung had said.

“Fuck, you like this? I can’t give it all to you now baby, we have to get you wet.” He says as a matter of fact, biting his lips as his eyes drink in your pleasure-filled face. He mashes the toy hard against your clit and circles it around once as your mouth falls agape thrusting your pelvis against the toy and wanting to get away from it at the same time as the sensations overpower you, a high pitched moan tearing itself from your throat. Face contorting in pleasure.

“You’re so responsive, fuck. Right there?” He asks as he circles the toy again, though he frowns at the folds blocking a concentrated attack from the toy to your clit. His arm starts to move closer when yours instinctively clutches his in alarm again. No man has ever touched your skin directly. No man has ever even touched you indirectly. And the thought that the first one to do it is some like Taehyung who is tenfold more experienced than you, is honestly terrifying.

“T-Tae.” Taehyung reaches out with his opposite hand and softly caresses your inflamed cheek.

“It’s okay, it’ll feel good, I promise.” With his gentle promise, you reluctantly let go of his hand as it starts to move inside your pants. The buzzing now even more dull as it’s encased by a barrier of your sleep pants. The vibrations make contact with your leaking pussy, sliding down your slit and the sensations are almost agonizingly pleasurable. The toy wasn’t even set on a particularly high setting, just a gentle buzz that caused the twisting in your stomach to start a dull pressure. Taehyung almost growls when he feels that you are indeed, sufficiently wet, your thighs smeared with your slick.

“You’re so wet Y/N holy fuck, so fucking drenched baby.” You moan as his other hand also slips inside your pants going down to join the other that’s steadily sliding the vibrations up and down your slit, every so often bumping your clit. All pretence of showing you the ‘correct way of rubbing one out’ gone as carnal desire to make you fall apart takes over his senses. But he wanted to play a little more and see you fall apart further.

“This is good right? It’ll feel even better when you spread your lips apart,” he pushes your nether lips apart with his other hand, “and press directly here,” and pushes the toy square against your clit, circling it while it’s crushed against it. You can feel the vibrations everywhere. You want to cry and scream at the same time as sensations you have never thought possible for your body to omit are being torn left and right from your limbs, tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes as your heaving breaths are being contained barely behind your lips that are trapped by your teeth. All the while Taehying is watching your face with a resolute face, committing all your expressions to his memory, moaning once a while with you.

Just when you think you might die of overdosing on this intoxicating pleasure, Taehyung turns the vibrations up a notch. Alternating between sliding down your slit, pressing lightly against your opening and pressing against your clit. But worse, he starts talking.

“You’re so hot,” he says again, “I’ve never met a girl who gets so fucking wet. I haven’t even fucked you with it yet Y/N, Christ, you love this. I bet your pussy is so tight. No one’s fucked you yet have they?” You shake your head, lost in the pleasure, moaning as he slides the toy down to your entrance.

“You want to sleep, right baby? You want a good night’s sleep?” You whimper, tears falling down your cheeks as you nod your head. Everything was too much. The sensations, his voice, his questions and you were losing yourself. Letting the tears of weeks’ worth of frustration go, mixing with the pleasure.

“Then stop being stubborn and take this cock. Let it fuck this virgin pussy, let me make you a mess.” Taehyung growls as he shoves the toy in, not needing any lubrication as your pussy continues leaking. God, he almost looks animalistic, his arm starting a steady rhythm. Pushing the artificial cock in and pulling it out after circling it and dragging it against your internal walls. You’re beyond yourself at this point, leant back on to your arms as Taehyung has turned completely towards you and pushed himself as close as possible, both his hands are shoved down your pants. Your legs are spread wide apart, or as much as the confines of your pants afford you. His other hand slides down even more, pushing your vaginal lips apart as the other picks up the pace of the dildo.

“You’re so fucking wet baby, you’re gushing. What are you thinking? Hm? Whose cock are you imagining is inside this pussy?” Taehyung growls out his question as if he has already accepted that it might not be him. Lucky for him and unlucky for you, he’s exactly who you’re losing yourself into.

“Y-You.” You cry out as he shoves the vibrating cock particularly unforgivingly, slick sounds of your sinful acts filling up the small room which was starting to smell of sex.

“Yeah? Fuck, me too baby. I couldn’t shake the image of you impaled on my cock away last night. You’re so fucking uptight that I’d have a grand time breaking you open. Bit by bit. Making you ride me until you’re so stretched and fucked out that you beg me to let you take a break. I’d tire you out so good baby. Wouldn’t you like that? Hm? Baby just wants to get some sleep, right?” You whine out your answer in a nod, tears streaming down your cheeks as he continuous to plough the toy mercilessly inside you, picking up a punishing pace. He moves his fingers that were holding the lips of your pussy open, up to your clit, gathering he slick dripping steadily from your pussy to lubricate your nub and drawing small circles on it.

“I’m so close to cumming by just watching you that I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking turned on. But I don’t want to waste it, I’d prefer to cum on your pussy.” Your body jolts at that statement and moan loudly as you feel a new wave of juices gush out of you. The explicit image of Taehying jerking himself off and cumming on your pussy turns you on so much beyond belief. You didn’t know you would find the idea this alluring. Taehyung is equally staggered and delighted.

“You’re dripping baby, fuck, do you want that? You want my cum on your pussy?” He leans even closer to your face, voice dropping an octave lower, a pregnant pause in the atmosphere. And then he asks the million-dollar question.

“You want my cum in you baby? Want me to dirty up your virgin pussy?” You whine and thrust against his relentless thrusts, the knot in your lower belly ready to fly open at any second. You plead silently, looking in his eyes, begging for mercy. To just make you cum. Thankfully, Taehyung is just as gone as you, or just about. Because he turns the setting to the highest on the toy, shoves it deep inside your pussy and takes his hands out of your pants. You were confused as to what he was doing and you would even show it if you’re your face wasn’t already contorted in pleasure, letting the almost painfully good sensations rock you from the inside out. He reaches forward, wrapping his arms around your waist once again and makes you straddle him. Making you sit directly on top of his extremely hard cock as you can see the angry dent in his sweatpants now. Now, the vibrations from your stuffed pussy are directly on top of his cock. Though you almost feel like he’s trying to kill you when he starts moving your hips, humping your vibrating pussy on top of his cock as it drags against your sensitive clit with every push and pull of his hands on your hips.

“That’s it Y/N, ride me. Ride me with your stuffed pussy if you want my cum.” Your mouth is agape as whimpers and cries fall out gracelessly. You steady your hands on his shoulder as you find the strength in your pelvis and start grinding your pussy on his cock. Taehyung is murmuring sweet praises as you twitch and cry, trying to rub his cock with your over sensitive pussy. Having the dildo, no less a vibrating dildo, shoved so deep in your pussy is making it impossible for you to focus on making him reach his end when yours is so within reach. Nevertheless, Taehyung is perched forward, watching you struggle with trying not to cum and keeping a nice rhythm on his hard cock. Lucky for you, he was already so close to cumming by just fucking you with the toy and watching you slowly lose control. You dig your nails into his shoulder as a particularly hard thrust combined with the vibrations of the toy tides you over. Whimpering and twitching as you sob out your climax.

“T-Tae!”

“That’s right baby, cum for me, all over that cock and pretend it’s mine. Dirty it up Y/N.” You clutch his shoulder tightly as you slump onto him, riding the waves of your orgasm and shoving your face in the warm crevice of his neck. Watching the erotic episode unfolding right in front of his eyes, Taehyung curses under his breath, his impending orgasm about to take over full force. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you up and laying you down on your bed as he climbs on top of your body. He looks like a man possessed as he shoves his hands inside his sweat pants, taking out his cock and starts to wildly stroke the intimidatingly girthy length, aided by the excessive pre-cum. All the while you’re twitching with the oversensitivity of the still vibrating dildo inside of you, whimpering, as your limbs lay limply on the bed, in a trance watching the beautiful man above you who’d just fucked the living daylights out of you and it wasn’t even with his own cock. You can almost see the second he’s about to climax as he shoves your pants low enough to take the dildo out of you and almost instantly showering your naked pussy with his seed.

“Fuck fuck fuck, you ready baby? I’m going to give you all my cum.” He pumps his length of all it’s worth, milking himself with grunts to match, giving you every drop over your pussy. It’s slightly white and thick, landing squarely on your clit and the mound directly above.

By the time it’s all over, he’s breathing deeply, face resting on your shoulders as he catches his breath. You both lay there in silence until he picks his head up, looking down as picks up the dildo that’s thoroughly covered in your juices and turns it off. However, what surprises, and quite honestly makes you horny again, is when he brings the dildo back to your mound, collecting his cum from your clit and the mound above and shoves it right into your pussy. You whine lowly in your throat as the inflamed lips of your pussy are stretched once again. Taehyung is biting his lips as he gathers all of his cum with such utter precision that leaves you breathless and panting. When he’s done fucking his cum in to your pussy, he shoves the dildo back in deep, making you cover your mouth as the oversensitivity makes you want to cry out.

“There, all stuffed with my cum. You did so good baby, so so good. Get some sleep.” He kisses your lips gently as you hiccup and sniffle when he pulls away. Taehyung almost has a change in his heart that makes him want to climb back into your bed but he knows you will need time to adjust to what had just happened. He gathered that you weren’t the type to need reassurance or coddling, instead, a bit of alone time to digest the events that have just taken place and make your decision about how you feel. So he tucks himself back in his pants, pulls the covers over your drained body that looks blissfully fucked out. He can hear you hiccup as you turn to your side, wincing with the dildo still shoved in deep and all he wants to do is kiss you all over as he tells you how good you were for him. You were a sight to behold as he takes in your dishevelled state, lips a deep red, eyes droopy as you lay on your side, almost asleep.

He kisses your forehead once more and by the time he’s done gathering his things and at the door, you’re sound asleep, snoring lightly like a baby. Too fucking cute for your own good. He shakes his head smiling and locks your door from the inside as he leaves.

For the first time in a while, Taehyung can’t keep the smile off his face and the thought of a certain uptight girl, with a tempter to match his own in her small body and sleeping soundly because of him.

For the first time in weeks, you’re off to dreamland, surrounded by the scent of a certain infuriatingly obnoxious and self-obsessed boy that does nothing but make you fall for him even more.

When you wake up the next morning, it is 10 am.

A full 12 hours after you had fallen asleep.

a/n: As @wildernessuntothemselves brought it to my attention, sex won’t solve Insomnia issues, please see a doctor and don’t take advice from fuckboy!Taehyung. reposted from my old blog :)

#bts smut #bts fanfction #taehyung #taehyung x reader #fuckboy!taehyung #taehyung smut

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sarahlwlee · 5 years ago

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31 Stories in 31 Days: Community

What is this? As part of celebrating Asian American & Pacific Islander Heritage Month (May), I am writing a story a day about my experiences as a Chinese Malaysian immigrant in America. My friends and family have provided numerous one-word prompts to help me create these stories. Today’s word prompt was contributed by Lisette MA and the word is “Community”. Thank you Lisette for your contribution and thank you everyone who stopped by to read my story today.

One of the many things I look forward to when I was a teenager was attending camp during school holidays. It was the only time I had the opportunity to meet other kids my age who spoke English well and be part of a small community with a common purpose for a whole week. Most of the camps I attended were Christian-based and organized by Scripture Union, a Christian evangelical organization focused on using the Bible to inspire children, young people and adults to know God. Scripture Union sold a variety of literature and also hosted numerous camps for kids, tweens and teenagers.

My favorite part of any camping experience was the unauthorized late night chats and games with other campers. We do our very best to make sure all the camp counselors are fast asleep and then sneak out to the agreed upon designated spot to talk about boys or girls as well as play a round of truth or dare. The first time I sneaked out to hang out with a few friends was at a tweens camp and it was early in the morning. Our schedule stated wake up was at 7am and many of my newfound friends woke up early around 6am to hang out at the playground because they couldn’t sleep the night before. We talked about a variety of things and laughed. It was a lot of fun. Right before the 7am alarm bell went off, we decided to shout “Wake up”. The bell rung and we shouted really loudly “Wake up”. We had time until 8am breakfast so we stayed on the playground and continued chatting.

The lead camp counselor had just woken up and was walking towards the bathroom when he saw us at the playground. He asked us why we were hanging out at the playground, we told him and he joked with us for a little while before he walked away to continue to his destination. Little did we know, we were going to pay for our actions. At 9am we had a daily camp assembly outdoors and we lined up within our designated groups to listen to our camp counselors’ announcements before we separated into our respective groups for activities. The lead camp counselor started talking about a group earlier that morning making a lot of noise prior to 7am. He said those individuals are punished for not following the rules of maintaining quiet hours and the punishment was duck walking (squatting like a duck with your arms like wings and walking in squatted position) in circles five times around the assembly. He didn’t point out who, but he said, “You know who you are, so get going on the punishment otherwise we will ALL have to stand out here in the hot sun until you do.”

A few of my friends started falling out of line and started duck walking. I looked at my friend Aliza if we should follow suit, she looked at me and you could see the guilt all over her face. She followed suit duck walking with the others. I couldn’t continue staying in line while I watched my friends get punished. So I joined the group and duck walked. This was when I learned to never get caught by a camp counselor and to do your fun unauthorized activities at night.

When I was about 15 or 16 years old, I attended a camp called Closer 2 God (pictured in group photo wearing black t-shirts). One of the late nights, I decided to hang out at a friends room with a few other girls to chat and talking about some of the boys at camp. It was the best way not to get caught by a camp counselor. While we were talking, someone knocked on our door. I felt a sudden dread that we had been caught. My friend Rachel opened the door and it was two fellow campers seemingly frantic. They stayed in the room next door. What we found out was they were locked out of their room and both of them left their keys in the room. This was one of those doors, where you always need your key or else the door locks behind you. They were afraid to ask a camp counselor for help especially since it was late and we didn’t want to get caught being awake. I asked if their window was open and where exactly was their keys. They said yes to the window and the keys was on the table.

We had wire hangers in the room closet and I had learned a trick from my family who were back fans of MacGyver, so you can imagine where this story is going. I grabbed a wire hanger extended it out and created a hook at the end. Outside of my friends’ room window was a ledge large enough for one person to stand on and walk over to the room next door. I hopped outside with my make shift wire hook and walked over to the open window next door to find the keys. The keys were where she described it and I pushed the hook through the window to fish the keys out from the table. It took a few tries before I got the keys and pulled it towards me. I grabbed the keys from the hook, walked on the ledge back to my friend’s room and hopped back into the room. The two campers were elated. They thanked us for our help and started hurrying back to their room. I said to everyone in the room, don’t tell anyone not even the camp counselors about what happened otherwise we’re all going to be in trouble. We kept out agreement and decided to end the night after all that excitement.

Going camping was not only adventurous but also the time where I applied a lot of random life skills I learned at home. You see, when my family use to own two cars sometimes we would travel separately to church because someone in the family had to go early to set up, practice for service or attend a meeting after church. A couple of times, my mom, brother and myself, would go home and we wouldn’t have the house keys on us because whoever was holding the house keys earlier swapped cars and left the keys in the center console. The first time this happened, my brother had to climb over our fence gate and try to open the front door. The problem is getting past the gate at our front door. Malaysian homes has a lot of gates or metal cross cross frames around windows and doors to prevent people from breaking in. The spare key was in the house, so my mom made a hook out of a metal wire hanger and my brother fished the spare keys from inside our house.

The subsequent time this happened, my mom had the foresight to hide a spare key in a shoe closet outside of the front door for easier access should something happen again. All these experiences taught me a few things: 1) Always brings your keys with you no matter where you’re going, 2) If you’re stuck in a pickle, use what you have to get yourself out, and 3) many favorite television programming influenced our creative problem solving. Sometimes it takes a community to learn together and solve a problem together. You never know who in the group might have experience making a hook wire out of a hanger.

#aapi #aapihm #aapiheritagemonth #shortstory #community #camp

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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years ago

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Songbird - Part One

“When Erin decides to perform one of her favourite songs at a bar, she didn’t expect one of the singers, Niall Horan, to be in the audience. What started as an appreciation for her cover quickly turns into more than either bargained for.”

(Previously known as Fools Gold, this fic has been edited, reworked and finally finished!)

Thanks to @angryniall for being an amazing beta!

As always let me know what you think.

Em x

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Niall's POV

You really hadn't wanted to go out last Friday night, you'd barely gotten over your jet lag and would have preferred to lie on the sofa watching golf. However the lads said it was going to be a quiet one, at a place with live music and that they weren't going to be late back.

You were immediately pleased with your decision to go out when this absolutely beautiful girl stepped out on stage and started singing. When she reached her final song you couldn't believe it when she sat with her guitar and sung Fools Gold. A song you'd helped write and had performed on your recent tour. You quickly started filming her, she played it well.

God was there anything better than seeing an absolutely stunning girl sitting with just a guitar and singing one of your songs.

You'd clapped when she had finished, watching her pack away her guitar, before walking off towards the bar, talking to a few people along the way. She stopped by a lad at the bar and he brought her a pint of Guinness.

She was perfect.

Was that lad her boyfriend?

She hadn't kissed him when she greeted him and she'd not sat down with him. Instead she was sat next to another couple.

"Hey Nialler, it's rude to stare!" Deo had said laughing.

"What?! Wasn't staring at anything, just looking around." You'd replied.

"She sang your song well didn't she?" Willie had said, when he realised where you'd been looking.

"Yeah, really well, was going to send it to the lads."

"Maybe go over and ask her permission before you do that?"

"Yeah, maybe." You'd nervously replied.

"Have another drink for courage mate!" He'd laughed.

And you had.

Then ten minutes later when she'd gone back to the bar, you'd looked over catching her friends eye and decided to go talk to her.

She was even better in person. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled when she spoke. You couldn't believe it when she said she'd been to your London gig, and that she liked it. She was a fan but not a crazy stalker one who waits outside tv studios for you, she was a fan who listened to your music, really listened and then learnt how to play it.

Now you were sat here, phone in hand having just received the lads response to the video recording of her singing Fools Gold. They'd loved it and said she was brilliant.

You wanted to message her, but nerves had engulfed you. It had been 5 days since you'd seen her. Had you left it too long to message? You did say you'd message once you'd heard from them all.

God why was this so hard?

You'd messaged girls before. But there was something about Erin, you hadn't stopped thinking about her.

After writing and deleting a message about ten times, you settled on keeping it simple.

"Hi Erin, the boys loved seeing the video I sent them. Hope you're ok and work isn't too busy. Niall x"

Was the kiss at the end too much?

Placing your phone next to you on the sofa and letting out a massive sigh, you browsed through the sports channels. A long and tense hour later and your phone vibrated beside you.

"Hi Niall, it's good to hear from you, glad they liked it and didn't think I was an idiot! Work isn't too busy actually, doing a few night shifts right up until Xmas eve. Hope you're enjoying your time off. Erin x"

She had put a kiss at the end. You smiled at the sight of it.

Not wanting to sound too eager to maybe spend some time with her, but not being able to help being direct, you replied with.

"Are you working over Xmas? I'm off now for a few weeks until end of January. Going home to ireland on the 23rd till the 28th. Looking forward to eating loads of my mother's cooking! X"

"Nothing better than your mother's cooking is there? I'm in on Xmas eve on the night shift till 7am then I'll go to my parents and sleep off the shift and probably stuff my face with my mother's Xmas dinner. Back in 7am on the 28th."

You let out a laugh at her reply.

"Ha! Stuff your face! Think I'll be the same, my mother always cooks like there's 50 people coming when in reality it's normally about 10 of us. Where do your parents live?"

"Not far only in Bishops Stortford in Hertfordshire. My dad will drive and pick me up as I don't have a car, don't find I need one much."

"I sold my car a while ago as I just wasn't using it, I've just been away for 7 weeks so it would have just sat unused that whole time. I tend to use the tube or borrow my cousins car who I live with."

"The tube?! That's brave! Do girls follow you around when they spot you?"

"Not really recognised much, you know what people are like on the tube they don't even look at each other!"

"Ha! I suppose! I just get on and look at my phone then hear my stop and get off."

"Londoners aren't exactly the most social on the tube!"

"No they're not! So you live with your cousin then?"

"Yeah, he moved to London around the same time I did so we decided to live together. He's one of my best friends so we spend a lot of time together. Makes sense that we live together any way, he can keep an eye on the place when I'm not here. Do you live with anyone?"

Did she have a boyfriend? You weren't sure you were ready to ask her outright yet.

"No, just moved out from a house share to a place of my own, managed to buy a place. Just a little one bed flat, but its good to be on my own. Hated sharing with my friends, they're so fucking noisy! I'm loving the peace and quiet."

"Congrats on getting your own place. Luckily my cousin is pretty quiet. No wild parties here!"

"Sure there isnt! I'm sorry Niall but I've got to go to work now, got to go deliver some babies! Maybe chat again? X"

"That's ok Petal, you go deliver those babies! And yes, I would love to chat again, message me soon xxxx"

You sat back further on the sofa, placing your phone beside you again. Had you sounded a bit desperate with your last message? Was 4 kisses at the end too much?

Oh god what had got into you!

"You ok Niall?" Willie asked, as he walked into the living room.

"Yeah, just text that girl from Friday."

"Oh yeah, what did you say?"

"Just chatted a bit, she's got to go to work now, night shift at a hospital." You said with a sigh.

"Sounds like you like her?!" He smirked.

"I do, she's different from other girls, don't know how. Just something about her."

"She got a boyfriend?"

"Don't know I didn't ask, didn't want to seem pushy. She said she'd message me soon when she's not working, I'll ask her then."

You both sat and chatted with each other for a bit, having a couple of beers before you both went to bed.

The next morning you woke up to a message.

"Hey Niall I hope this message doesn't wake you up, downside of a 1am break! Was really great talking to you earlier, sorry I had to cut it short and head to work. Hope we can talk again soon. Erin Xxxx"

A smile spread across your face, you looked at your clock it was 7:30am not normally a time you'd be up but jetlag had messed with your sleep schedule. She'd be on her way home now you thought.

"Was great to wake up to your message, hope you had a good night at work. Text when you wake up later would love to talk more xxxx"

You couldn't wait till later.

********

Erin's POV

You smiled as you sat on the tube home, reading Niall's message. You'd replied straight away.

"Work was hectic lots of babies! Can't wait to sleep, will message later, have a good day xxxx"

You had managed to get through the night shift at work without daydreaming of Niall. You'd not mentioned your texts to anyone, especially not Kathy. She was the one you'd been to the concert with. Her daughter Lyla was a massive fan, so she had brought 4 tickets and invited you and one of Lyla's school friends to go. If she knew you'd met him, and had been texting him she would freak out. She was a good friend, but you weren't ready to share this secret with anyone just yet.

You climbed into bed at 8am and set your alarm for 3pm. You were on another night shift tonight so you knew you'd need at least 7 hours sleep in preparation for another 12 hour night.

Your shifts weren't too bad. You normally did two 12 hour night shifts a week and two 8 hour day ones. You'd picked up a few extra longer shifts the last two weeks, as you'd got a few days off over Christmas, so wanted to help out before hand.

You fell asleep almost instantly, thoughts of Niall swimming in your head.

Your alarm woke you from your slumber. Your first thought was Niall. When you'd had been texting yesterday before work the conversation had been easy. You text him straight away, hoping you'd be able to chat before you went into work later.

"Hey I'm awake now if you're free to chat? X"

He replied within minutes.

"Afternoon Erin. You sleep well? X"

"Yeah, not too bad. Got 7 hours. Just about to get some food. Got to leave by 6pm to get to work again."

"Ah that sucks, was hoping we could hang out sometime before I go back to Ireland. I'm busy tomorrow and then I'm flying the day after that. Unless you have a boyfriend and can't?"

He's asking about a boyfriend.

Do not freak out!

"Yeah I'm sorry, I'm now regretting signing up for extra shifts! Maybe when you're back? And no I don't have a boyfriend."

"Definitely, there's always texting and maybe face time over Xmas?"

Oh my god!

He wants to face time.

Fuck!

Be cool!

"I'd like that. How was your day?"

"Did some last minute shopping and then wrapped some of it. Have left it till the last minute again!"

"Well you have been busy touring! Bet the shops were packed!"

"They were and I got spotted a few times which delayed it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind having pictures with fans, but I just wanted to get in and get out today! Currently lounging on the sofa again!"

Then he sent an absolutely gorgeous selfie of himself lying on his sofa. He looked unreal. You could feel your body heating up from just that one photo.

"God that sofa looks comfy!" You replied cheekily.

"It is, just a shame you have to go to work. There's a space here for you next to me."

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest at this point that you thought it might explode.

"Hey! don't tease!"

You were thoroughly enjoying this carefree flirting you had going on.

"Ha! Sorry! What you cooking then?"

"Oh it's very exciting!" You replied as you took a picture of your stir fry.

"Looks good. You'll have to let me come over and cook for you some time. X"

"That's a deal! X"

The text messages just kept bouncing back and forth, until you were putting your stuff in your locker at work. You took a selfie of yourself in your scrubs and sent it to him.

"Got to go now, babies to deliver. X"

"Never seen anyone look so sexy in scrubs before! X"

"Piss take! X"

"Ha! No seriously you look beautiful Erin, hope work goes ok. 😘"

He had ended your messages with a kiss emoji. You internally squealed, the smile you had on your face was definitely not going away.

Another shift ended and you got your stuff from your locker to find he had messaged you again. You'd not had much chance to stop for a break so hadn't checked your phone in 12 hours. But there it was, a single message from Niall that definitely brightened up your morning.

"Hey I guess when you read this it will be morning. So good morning, hope work was ok. Can't wait to chat later, keep looking at your picture. I'm doing work stuff today but can reply. Can't wait to hear from you. X"

Honestly this whole texting thing was surreal. You replied, deciding to be cheeky and add the kiss emoji on the end like he had done last night.

"Morning Niall, hope you slept well, can't wait to sleep, my feet hurt! I will send you a much better picture than my scrubs one, I promise. 😘 Will message later x"

Jumping on the tube with all the early commuters on their way to work, you couldn't wait to get home. Work was about a 45 minutes trip and you soon made it back to your flat. After a quick shower to freshen up you threw on some cosy pyjamas and climbed into bed.

You didn't sleep long as you were not working that night and were on a day shift the next day. Niall had said he was working, but you text him just after 1pm when you woke up. It felt weird to be texting him like this when you had only just met. The messages had gotten quite flirty, and as much as you loved it you weren't expecting it to materialise into anything. This was Niall Horan for fucks sake, why would he want you?

This was only a bit of fun and you needed to remember that.

You messaged him saying hi and that you had just woken up and were about to take a shower, needing to wash your hair ready for this evening. By the time he messaged back, you had dressed in jeans and a long sleeve cotton top and dried your hair.

"Hey you, sorry only just replying I was in an interview. How was your sleep? You working tonight? X"

"Its ok, how was your interview? No I'm off tonight but back in tomorrow at 9am. I have a works thing tonight in Camden tonight, going to The Colonel Fawcett as they do loads of awesome gins, but won't be drinking much. X"

"Sounds fun, I'm catching up with some friends for a Christmas drink tonight to. Interview was ok, it was for a golf thing I'm going to next month. X"

"Golf? You play?"

"Yeah love it, it's not a boring old man's game!"

"Never said it was!"

"Ha! Most people think it is! So have you told anyone that we've been messaging?"

"No, I haven't"

"What no one?"

"No, I thought you'd prefer the discretion, plus no need for me to tell anyone. Have you?"

"Just my cousin, he was the one who encouraged me to come and talk to you."

"You weren't going to come over?"

"No, was too nervous, but he said I should probably ask your permission to send the boys the video of you, and may have given me a gentle nudge in your direction!"

So the nervousness he had shown when he was talking to you had been real. He was so sweet, you really felt like you had got to know him over the last few days. The real him, not the one standing up on stage in front of thousands of people. You didn't hesitate with your reply.

"Ha! Well I'm glad he did, I really enjoy talking to you. X"

"Me to. I have another interview now so I'll message you in a bit. X"

He did message you back, 45 mins later as you were cleaning up your flat and sorting through Christmas presents. You'd started to sort out your bag to take home with you too. Your dad was going to come here for your stuff and then collect you from work early Christmas morning.

You began messaging back and forth again, this time getting more and more flirty. He practically begged you for a picture when you were ready to go out and you asked for one in return. You'd smiled and bit your lip nervously as you took it. Your fitted black knee length skirt hugged your curves well and you'd teamed it with black heels and a dark blue floaty top. Your naturally curly red hair was tucked over one shoulder.

He replied straight away and caused an instant blush on your cheeks.

"Wow, you look fucking amazing!"

"Ha! Thanks, now where's my picture???!!!"

He sent one to you, he was wearing his trademark dark blue jeans and a white long sleeve cotton v neck top, a little bit of chest hair visible. God you wanted to run your fingers through it. He'd styled his hair with a high flick and was doing his smouldering look.

"Ooohhh hello! Where's the smile Horan?!"

A minute later. He sent the same picture but this time he was smiling.

"Much better! Although I do love that smouldering look! 😉"

"Ha! Don't be cheeky! Seriously you look beautiful, don't go getting anyone's number and making me jealous!"

Interesting??!!!

"Oh really that's not allowed? Well make sure you don't get anyone's tonight either!"

"No it's not! Don't want to share you with anyone. X"

"Don't want to share you either. X"

This time you didn't bother to hide your squeal and the sound of it echoed around your small bedroom.

This made you happy to know that he wasn't seeing anyone else and that he didn't want you to either. You still didn't know what to expect from him. You'd only met him face to face once, and that was for literally less than ten minutes. This texting was getting crazy. You really needed to see him. You'd have to wait till after Christmas since he was away and you were working and away to.

Thanks for reading!I

Em x

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