#im inviting everyone to pancakes over at my place

[hiraethwrote]

me about to whip up some proper pancakes at 9:30 in the evening to show you all flat pancakes

[thestitchingwitch]

The Perfect Shot

Summary: You’re a barista who’s been tasked with training the new hire. Little do you know that you’ll be training one of the biggest names in Super Hero history...

Warnings: angst, fluff, shy!Reader, romance, teasing, low-self esteeem (reader), jealousy, enemies to lovers trope, female!reader

a/n: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing an Ice Break fanfiction so warning: it might be shite! >_< 97!Devin Walker doesn’t get a lot of love on here (for...reasons tbh???) No disrespect to the Walker family intended. I just really love Ice Break lol. Feedback is welcome! I might make this into a series. idk yet tbh

Word Count: 3,017

Saturday started off like any other: your alarm went off, you showered, and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. The smell of French toast sticks, maple syrup, and bacon permeated the house; it was really hard to resist. Was it your favorite breakfast? No, you very much preferred when mom made pancakes, but this was the next best thing. 

“Hey sleepy head, good morning,” your mom trilled when you entered the kitchen, a smile on her face. 

“Morning, mom” you yawned. 

“Hey missy, cover your mouth when you yawn,” your dad sternly said, peering up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Sorry dad,” you groaned and rolled your eyes. I literally just woke up. Is it an actual crime to yawn? You thought to yourself as you grabbed a plate from the cabinets. 

“So, kiddo, you have any plans today?” your dad paused, folded up his newspaper to make conversation with you. He took a sip of his coffee. 

“Erm, not a whole lot planned? It’s really just like every Saturday: work, come home, study. Erin invited me out to a party tonight with some kids from school, but I’m not sure if I feel up to it,” you placed your plate on the kitchen table and started pick at the French toast stick. 

“Aww, sweetie. Is everything okay? You’re in high school - you should be out with friends. You know, it’s okay to have fun once in a while,” your mom came over to put her hand on your shoulder. 

You gave her a reassuring smile back. She was right; this WAS the time to have fun with friends, party, and maybe even meet cute guys. Yeesh, that thought was...something. Truthfully, you’ve always felt out of place in this small town. You were never particularly popular or even good looking for that matter; average at best! No one ever asked you out to any of the school dances or admitted to having a crush on you. You just really wanted to go through the motions until you graduated high school. Maybe then life would get better for you?

Once you were finished with your breakfast, you put your plate in the sink and headed upstairs to check your IM before heading off to work. You had one message and it was from Erin. 

BRClov3R_93: OMG. You’ll never guess who’s in town!

Lilac_Kitten: ?

BRClov3R_93: DEVIN WALKER AKA ICE BREAK

You’ve heard of him before: he was that ice hero that literally ALL of your female classmates were going crazy over. Erin especially. The inside of her locker was LITTERED with everything Ice Break. It was like a crazy shrine to this kid. You never understood the hype. He was probably a douche bag in real life anyways. Most celebrities were. 

Lilac_Kitten: Oh, that’s cool. 

BRClov3R_93: Just COOL?!? Y/n this is a once in a life time opportunity. I mean, what are the chances of him coming back to Newbury Park?! Me and the girls are going to try and find him in town. We’re going to skip on the party at Nick’s tonight. You want to come with us??????

Lilac_Kitten: Ahhhhhh I’m okay. You guys enjoy. 

BRClov3R_93: Booooooooo I’ll let you know if I give Devin kiss ;)

Vomit. You’ll never understand what Erin sees in that guy. He’s not even that hot!

You check the clock. Shit I’m going to be late if I don’t leave now. You log off and head off to work. 

As crazy as it sounds, you really enjoyed going to work. You were a barista at the only coffee shop in town, the Panama Treasures Cafe. It was run by a couple who actually was from Panama City. Every shift, you’d learn a little more about their adventures, brewing a cup of coffee, and most recently, how to pull the perfect shot of espresso. It was REALLY challenging but you felt like you were getting the hang of it. Knowing how many grams and how fast a pull was coming through was still tough. Lupe, one of the owners, would always tell you, “making the perfect shot of espresso is a lot like being married. You have to know the right amount to put in, the type of bean you’re working with, and most importantly, you have to be patient.” This analogy sounded like a reach to you, but you soaked up every word she said when it came to espresso making.

“Hey Lupe and Renato - sorry I’m late!” you rush in to the shop. It’s quiet for a Saturday morning. The regulars are there: George, the old man who always orders a small black coffee and cheese danish. Rylie, the young college student who is there for like 12 hours every Saturday studying. However, you knew within the next half hour or so, the shop would be slammed with customers. 

“Y/n that’s the third time this week! You gotta get better at being here on time,” a short, wirey-haired woman popped up from behind the counter. She put her hands on her hips. “The Saturday morning rush is happening soon and we gotta make sure we’re ready, Y/n. You know this. Don’t make me call your parents.” You roll your eyes again. 

“Yes, Lupe. Sorry - I’ve just been...distracted,” you bite your lip. 

“Well, being distracted stops right now. We have a new hire who’s going to be with us for a little bit,” Lupe said. 

New hire? Since when? And why didn’t Lupe or Renato tell me? 

“Oh, that’s so exciting. Are you sure that the Saturday morning rush is the best time to train a new hire? It gets really busy. Not that like, I should be telling you how to run your business or anything. It’s just like, it can get overwhelming, you know?” you said. 

“Sometimes the best way to learn is under pressure. That’s how the best espresso shots are made, right?” Lupe winked at you. This was absolutely a weird straw man analogy, but okay. You heard the shop door open and the bell ring. In walked a familar face: he was tall and a little on the lanky side, golden blonde hair with slight blue tips, and a charming smile you’d know anywhere. It was Devin Walker. 

“Hey, Mrs. L!” Devin waved. “Looking very pretty today, as always.” Lupe chuckled and blushed.

You rolled your eyes again. Blergh, what a kiss ass. He must talk to everyone that way. What a tool. 

Devin turned to face you. Oh God, here we go...

“And what might your name be?” Devin asked. You tried not to make eye contact with him. 

“My name is Y/n,” you responded flatly. He stuck out his hand to shake yours, you indulged him. 

“Well, Y/n, it is an absolute delight to make your acquaintance. I am very excited to be under your tutelage,” Devin beamed. You just glared at him.

“Yep! It’s a really great time here and you’ll learn a lot,” you quickly responded. 

“Y/n, please show Devin around and make sure he knows how to at least brew the coffee,” Lupe asked you. 

“Never fear, Mrs. L! I’m a speedy learner,” Devin winked. 

Holy shit. What is with this guy? Typical celebrity: thinking charm and flattery will get them anything. 

Lupe headed to the back rooms to stock up before the rush which left you and Devin by yourselves behind the counter. 

“Okay, hot shot, let’s set the record straight: I will, under NO circumstances, be influenced by your flattery. You think you can just saunter into this shop and use whatever Hollywood charm to wrap people around your little finger. Well guess what? That shit doesn’t fly with me,” you snapped. 

Devin put both hands up defensively, “woah, woah, woah. Y/n, you said, right? Okay, I’m not trying to charm anyone here. I’m just here to learn what it’s like to be a barista. It’s for a commercial I’m in!” Of course it was. You didn’t think for a moment that this kid new anything about hard work. 

“Alright, you better roll up your sleeves and put some elbow grease into things then, Ice Boy,” you crossed your arms. 

“Yes, ma’am. You’re the boss!” Devin just smiled back. 

Training Devin Walker during a morning rush on a Saturday went just as well as you thought it would: it didn’t go well. At all. The first issue was Devin didn’t know how to properly ring customers up yet, write the name or drinks, or help out with making the drinks. You had to stop what you were doing in the middle of filling orders to help him work the register. This created a massive back log of customer orders. You also had to tell Devin how to do things mutiple times, which got really redunant after a while. Not to mention, you had to put up with all of the angry customers who were in a rush. To add insult to injury, Devin was able to to just smooth things over by talking with people. He’d crack a joke here, wink at someone there. That’s all it took for an irate customer’s mood to completley shift. 

Must be nice, huh? Having all the money and looks in the world. So much so that working a minimum wage job was just field research for Devin. You could feel resentment bubble up in your body. 

Unexpectedly, a tall, stunning blonde girl entered the shop. It was none other than Emily McDonough - head cheerleader and class valedictorian. She took one look at Devin and her jaw dropped.

“OH MY GOD. STOPPPP. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. It’s Ice Break!” Emily let out an ear-piecing squeal. 

“Hell yeah, dude. It’s me, Ice Break. Always nice to meet a fan,” Devin smirked. Emily and Devin were holding up the entire line talking about God knows what. After a while, Emily finally slipped Devin Walker her number, and that’s when you finally lost it. 

“Devin, can I speak to you?” you marched over to where he was standing. 

He looked back, “huh? Oh yeah, yeah. What did you want to talk about?”

“Uhhhh, I was thinking somewhere a little more private??? Maybe??” you cross your arms, looking up at him. He was just so...tall. 

“Oh, oh yeah no doubt. Oh hey, Emily, was it? I’ll hit you up later,” Devin winked at Emily before walking back towards you. Emily let out another excited squeal. 

“Devin, back rooms. NOW,” you snap. You open the door to the back office. Lupe nor Renato was there. Good, you thought to yourself. 

Devin plopped on one of the office chairs, legs spread wide in a casual way. Almost as if he was in his own living room. Your blood was boiling at this point. 

“Do you think this is a joke??? Working here??? Lupe and Renato have spent their entire lives building this palce up and you’re just treating it like it’s a field trip!” you start to rip into him. 

“Hey now - that’s not way I see things. See, I think we made a really good team out there...”Devin began. 

“A - what? Are you dumb??? I had to fix all of your mistakes, train you, AND make all of the orders while you just stood around and flirted with the customers,” you were shouting at this point. 

“Okay, okay, I see that you’re mad. I get that. Yeah, yeah we had some, um, nasty customers. And I wasn’t as fast of  learner as I thought I was....”Devin began to shrink back a little. 

“Oh? You think?? You Hollywood Heroes are all the same. You think you can just flirt and charm your way to the top while the rest of us work our asses off. Must be REALLY nice to get everything you want while the rest of us have to earn it,” your face started to get hot. You could feel tears begginning to well up in your eyes. Devin stood there awkwardly. 

“Umm, yeah. This whole thing...me working at the shop. Dude, I didn’t mean anyone harm. I just got a commercial gig from my PR guy and he recommended I work at an actual coffee shop to get the experience. True, yeah, I do get what I want...mostly, but YOU’RE not being completely fair in your judgments! Just because I’m making mistakes on the job, doesn’t mean I’m not working my ass off right now,” Devin had a point; of course he did. You were both working the same job and it’s not like he wasn’t trying. 

“And so what if I flirt a little? It’s not illegal to do that. Bartenders do it all the time! Okay, I’ll admit, I could absolutely be taking this job more seriously. I’ll make a deal, I’ll be more serious and you can be...nicer? Is that fair,” Devin winced and stuck out his hand in an effort to make a bargain with you. You crossed your arms, looked at him for a bit, then sighed. 

“Fine. It’s a deal. Just like, please listen a little better. Okay?” you gave his hand a firm shake. 

“Scout’s honor,” Devin beamed. Fine, okay. You had to admit he was really cute and you were starting to see why girls liked him. 

Although it wasn’t smooth, the rest of the shift went so much better than the first. You could see that Devin was taking things more seriously this time. He got the hang of working the register by himself, leaving you to focus on fulfilling orders. He even managed to fulfill a few orders himself! Just the regular brew coffee, tea, and smoothie orders; it was too busy to teach him things on the espresso machine. 

After a while, the influx of customers died down, leaving you two by yourselves in the store. You’re not entirely sure where Lupe went off to. Taking care of other business in the store, maybe? You let out a deep sigh. 

“So,” Devin began. “What was that about me not working my ass off again? My glutes are practically KILLING me.” You let out a laugh. Devin nudged you with his arm. “Oh, so she CAN smile?” he teased. 

“Fine. I was wrong about, you’re actually...cooler than I thought,” you mumble. 

“I mean, I do have ice powers babyyy,” Devin takes one hand and makes a little snowflake appear out of thin air. 

“You’re so corny!” you chuckle. “Maybe this question is a little disrespectful, but what’s it like having...you know...powers?” Devin pauses for a moment to think about the question. 

“No, yeah, man. It’s sweet as hell! You can like, make cool ice sculptures, freeze a pool - my dad hates when I do that, by the way - put out fires. I think the best thing about having powers is that you can actually help people, like in a big way. And I think that’s the most important thing to me,” you can see Devin look earnest; he was telling you the truth. 

“You’re...humbler than I expected?? All of my friends are like REALLY big fans of yours. I always thought you were just another smug asshole, but...you really surprised me today. I guess now I’m the smug asshole,” you shrug. 

“Hey man, I get it but you know what they say, don’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do know ONE way you can make it up to me though,” Devin gives you a look. You roll your eyes.

“Okay, I’m listening,” you reply. 

“Alright, so, I’m always wanted to learn how to make that fancy latte art. That machine looks scary and loud though. Can you teach me?” for a moment there, you thought Devin was going to ask you a different question...

“Uhhhh, sure? That’s simple. And pro tip, if the milk steamer is loud, that means your not holding it right,” you both walk over to the machine. Thus, begins the milk steaming tutorial. You stand behind him, showing Devin how to angle the steel milk pitcher and what temperature it needs to reach before it’s ready. Of course, by touch, it’s hard for him to gauge how hot it is because he absorbs heat easily, but eventually, you both find a method that works for you. You go into great detail about how the consistency of the milk is important in creating the latte art. You’re not sure how many hours passed by, but soon, you realize it’s an hour before close. 

“Okay, you have at it and keep practicing. I just need to start closing things up,” you giggle. You really hate to admit it, but Devin Walker has really grown on you. As he’s fumbling with the steamer wand, you can’t help but steal glances at him; he has this cute little scowl when he’s focusing. 

“Hey, Y/n, I think I got it it down pat! Come take a look,” Devin takes your hand and guides you over to a bright red latte cup. You feel your heart race. You’ve never held hands with someone before, let alone a cute heartthrob. The palms of his hands feel warm, but his finger tips are a little icy. 

You look down at the contents of the cup; inside is a perfectly shaped latte heart. 

“Well, how did I do?” Devin grins. For a moment, you gaze into each other’s eyes. You looked at Devin intently, taking in every detail from the tip of his nose to his piercing blue eyes. You felt your cheeks heating up. 

“It’s, no - you’re perfect,” you whisper, just under your breath. You look up to gaze deeply in Devin’s eyes. Suddenly, you feel Devin’s hands wrap around your waist as he starts to pull you towards him. In an instant, your are both locked in a passionate kiss. His lips feel warm against yours, soft.You pull away to look up at him, one hand still cupping the side of his cheek. Both of you, still lingering close to each other. 

“Woah,” Devin remarks, flabbergasted.

“Yeah,” you stare into his icy blue eyes. 

[harryconcepts]

part 29

harry waking up early one morning and he stays in bed with you for a while but then he's ready to get up so he moves so slow to not wake you up 😔 he's been in the kitchen making breakfast, an old record playing softly while he cooks 😔 you come in and wrap your arms around him and smush your face into his chest, he laughs kissing your head and saying "good morning baby" and you shake your head and say "it's not, I was sleeping until you left me" and he laughs with a "you've been up there for an hour, don't think my getting out of bed affected you too much" and you just huff and keep your head in his chest 😔 after a few moments of holding you he says "are you hungry? i made pancakes" and you nod saying "and can you make me some tea" and he smiles and says of course 😔 he leads you to the living room and sits you down on the couch, he pulls a blanket over you and says "just sit for a while I'll bring you your breakfast" and you thank him and kiss his cheek 😔

harry would be so 🥹 seeing you stretch in the morning when you wake up 😔 your hair's a mess and your eyes are puffy but he watches you do a big stretch and make a sleepy little noise and then cuddle closer to him and he's like that's my fucking baby 🥰

harry 100% has a size kink and loves being able to push you down on the bed and hold you in place, he presses down on your lower stomach and says "feel me, right there? feel me so deep in your tummy, don't you" and you're moaning so loud and you nod and grab his wrist to hold him there 🫶🏻he pulls out and flips you over like it's nothing, grabbing a pillow to put under your hips and he smacks your ass before he slides back in 🫶🏻

thinking about harry going out with his friends and getting absolutely plastered and then one of them texts you saying "we're on our way home H can't handle his liquor" and soon they're knocking on the door and when you open it harry stumbles in, a few of them are helping hold him up and laughing at how clumsy he is and you're laughing too as you try and help them in and then you look up and see a huge mark on his face and you're like ??? oh my god what happened??? and he just goes "YOU SHOULD SEE THE OTHER GUY!" and your eyes nearly pop out of your head but before you can freak out everyone else is all NO HARRY and then one of them explains "there is no other guy, harry here managed to fall off his chair and whacked his head on the table" and you just roll your eyes and say "you need to shower, you're not sleeping next to me when you smell like that" and you thank everyone for helping him home safe, when you close the door you turn around to see him standing there like 🧍🏼‍♀️ and you raise an eyebrow as if to say "well... go" and he just says "will you come with me please" and you sigh playfully saying "i suppose, since you asked so nicely" and he's all smiley as he runs off (albeit a little clumsily) to start the water 😔 you can't even bring yourself to be annoyed since he so rarely gets crazy like this and you know you'll have a good time telling him all about this in the morning 😭

harry after he's been edging you for a while, he comes up to be next to you and he wipes the stray tears off your face whispering "you look so pretty like this baby, such a good girl for me" and you turn your head to meet his eyes and whine "just need you to make me cum already" and he says "i know, always gonna give my girl what she needs" and slides his hand back down 😌

next time Harry is near me im going to get a ticket and go by myself but the kicker is I'll have a sign that says "my friend ditched me but i still came to see you 🫶🏻" and then he'll think I'm so cool and brave and he will immediately fall in love with me and invite me backstage because he feels bad that my "friend" bailed on me 🫶🏻 this is my genius master plan and it's air tight 🫶🏻

STOP IT AND CALLING HIM YOUR GROUPIE 😭he wears slutty outfits and stands in the vip section screaming every song and dancing harder than anyone else 😭 blowing you kisses every time he sees you and being so hyped the whole time 😭 then when you meet him backstage afterwards he's all over you and saying "now I get why you get so turned on when you watch me perform... I'm so fucking hard right now" and you just smile and lead him to the car to bring you back to the hotel 😌 when you get inside the room you're taking his clothes off and saying "you realize this makes you my groupie, right?" and he says "anything for my girl" and sinks to his knees 😌 if you're gonna call him a groupie he's gonna be the best damn groupie you've ever had😌

no he would think it's so funny when you call him your groupie, he's basically your arm candy at events and he loves it so much 😌 following you around and running to get drinks for you, basically just there to look pretty and be your #1 fan 😌

his eyes would go wide when he realized what he just said and he looks at you like "I mean, no I'm not ... i don't even like food, gross, ew, who wants that? not me... you look like you need some ice chips, I'll go get you some ice chips" and he's like 🏃🏼‍♀️ because you're looking at him like you want to strangle him 😭

i fear harry loves kissing your neck, it's his favorite place besides your lips he's just obsessed with how sensitive you are there and how he can leave marks to show that you're all his and how it's the fastest way to turn you on 🫶🏻 he can have you whimpering under him in less than 5 minutes when he finds the right spots and he's obsessed with the way you shiver and clutch his shoulders 🫶🏻

oooh yes he's so excited to come to every show and you usually don't let him see you in your concert fit because you want his first glimpse of you to be up onstage with all the lights on you and he can't deny that he's obsessed with your little routine 😌one night you wear something particularly flirty and as soon as the show is over he's like🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️to get to you and he's alllll over you, praising you and saying how good you did as he goes down on you 😌

thinking about swimming with bf harry, you're sitting on a chair by the pool wearing your swimming suit and he's looking at you all 😋 and coming over to sit by you 😌 he says "i think you need more sunscreen" and you say "no i just put some on-" and he interrupts you saying "hmmm no it's time for some more" and gets to work rubbing it on your legs 😌 then after a few minutes he says "ok come on get in the water" and you say "i will in a bit, i just want to sit in the sun for a while" and he goes "nope that's against the rules" and picks you up 😌 you gasp and grab onto his neck saying "don't ... NO don't do it" and he laughs saying "you knew this was gonna happen" and he throws you in 😌 he jumps in right after you and then he's such a pest, pulling you close to him and staring at the water drops running down your boobs and he's still like 😋 he's such a boy I know it

harry would always be taking you to fancy restaurants and buying you things bc he wants to spoil you 🥰 you argue and say he needs to stop spending money on you but he shushes you saying "just want the best for my girl, you deserve the world" and that's enough to shut you up, at least for a day or two 🥰

or when your toddler is screaming he makes a little yelling noise back, obviously not yelling at them but just a little scream and that shocks them so they stop and stare at him. and he just stares back and then they just stand up and walk away and you and harry are trying so hard not to lose it 😭 as soon as they're out of the room you collapse in giggles and he says "well now we know how to handle that" 😭

no offense but harry would be so obsessed with you when you're pregnant because he can cum inside you every time you have sex ✨

harry would be such a sweet boy all the time, if you're hungry he's running to get you a snack even in the middle of the night 😭 he knows you only like a certain type of jelly and you want the sandwich cut in triangles not squares so he's in the kitchen very focused to make it just how you want it 😭 he brings your plate back and gives you a kiss on the cheek saying "for my baby" and he definitely steals a bite but it's okay because he's so cute he can do whatever he wants 😔

harry would be such a pest doing pottery he keeps touching your face with his dirty hands to laugh at how you scrunch your nose and he would hide his workspace from you so you can't see what he's doing and when he lets you look it's a tiny lopsided vase and he says "for you :D" and he's so proud of his little creation 🥹and you keep that little vase forever, he likes to pick flowers and put them in there 🥹 when you move houses it's the first thing you two set up, even when it doesn't match the rest of your decorations it's always the centerpiece 🥹

all this choking talk makes me want to discuss that more 🫶🏻 asking him to do it but maybe you're too shy to staright up say "choke me!" so you take his hand away from the bed next to your head and put it on your throat 🫶🏻 his eyes go wide but he's always gonna give you anything you want so he keeps it there, giving you a tiny squeeze that makes you moan 🫶🏻 he doesn't do anything to make it hard to breathe, just puts gentle pressure on the sides of your neck that makes you a little lightheaded 🫶🏻 and he can tell you cum so much harder than you have before 🫶🏻 then afterwards you're laying next to each other, both your breaths heaving as you try to come back down and he looks at you like "so.... choking, huh?" and you blush, nodding and saying "I didn't, um, didn't know i liked it that much" and he's so cocky knowing he now has another way to get you turned on 🫶🏻then for a while after he's hesitant to initiate things because he doesn't want to go too far, but he notices every time you're feeling very filthy you grab his hand and wrap it around your throat 🫶🏻 soon he can kinda guage your mood and figure out when you want that and he's always happy to oblige 🫶🏻

thinking about how during sex harry would have you on your back and put a pillow under your hips to get a new angle and he's so cocky when you nearly scream on the first thrust because it feels so good 😌 he's so deep and it's so intense and he's hitting every sensitive spot so perfectly and you're clawing at his back to let him know how good it feels 😌then afterwards he checks out his back in the mirror and he laughs saying "Jesus, you didn't go easy on me" and you blush so hard and look away, but he comes back to the bed and crawls over you saying "don't get all shy with me now, never said I didn't like it" and pulls you in for a kiss 😌

you come home from work to see harry and your baby daughter snuggling on the couch while he watches some old Disney movie, and she's laying on his chest sleeping 🥹 you go over and whisper "and how are my babies?" and he blushes a little saying "shh... she just fell asleep... but we're good" and turns his head to give you a kiss 🥹

you and vacation Harry would be going at it like rabbits the whole time 😌 you barely ever leave the house and you're both naked most of the time for easy access 😌 basically as soon as he's physically able to you're starting up again 😌

harry loves being your baby boy, it's a name reserved for you and you only 🥹 it always makes him blush and snuggle into your neck 🥹

saying something like "put your pants back on horny boy" and he laughs saying "no reason to, you'll be bugging me to take them off soon anyways" and he kisses your cheek before walking away 😌 and it's not even 30 seconds before you're following him 😌

I think Harry would be so good after sex 😔 like sometimes i get so emotional idk if it's from hormone levels dropping so fast afterwards or what but I just feel not good and I know he would be amazing 😔 pulling you close so you know he's with you and not going anywhere 😔 talking softly about how good you did and how much he loves you 😔 probably lots of "you did amazing, my best girl, love you so much" 😔 and kissing anywhere he can reach 😔 he carries you into the bathroom and runs a warm bath, then he sits with you in the tub for as long as you need 😔 he orders whatever food you're in the mood for and probably feeds it to you 😔

please yes he cuddles you naked when you're sad and it doesn't lead to anything but he knows it's comforting to feel so close and the skin on skin so he helps you pull your shirt off and he kisses your shoulders a few times whispering how pretty you are before he lays down and pulls the covers over your he probably has a hand on your chest to feel your heart beat too 😔

harry helping you feel better after a bad dream 😔 he asks if you want to talk about it and you shake your head, he says "that's okay, just come here" and holds you so close until he feels your breathing calm down 😔 he quietly asks if you want him to grab the night light from the hallway, or if you would feel better with the door open so it's not so dark and you say "no I'm fine, just stay with me" and he kisses your forehead saying he's never going anywhere 😔

he's thrusting into you and he says "come on honey, let me put a baby in you" and you wrap your legs around his waist and scratch his back whispering please 😵‍💫

i want hate sex with Harry 💔 he's the kindest nicest person in the world but imagine you two just can't stand each other, every time you see him you roll your eyes and that just makes him 😠 so you decide to resolve this tension by screwing in the bathroom at a party ❤️ he has his hand on your throat giving the most gentle pressure, just enough so you know it's there and he's saying the filthiest shit in your ear like "you hate me so much, but I bet no one's ever made you feel this good" and you refuse to answer him but he can see on your face that he's right ❤️ he reaches down to rub your clit and he says "cum for me, right fucking now" and he groans when you clench around him ❤️ afterwards when you're putting your clothes back on and fixing your hair he looks at you in the mirror and says "you can hate me, but I'll always be the best sex of your life" and he walks out of the bathroom ❤️ later that night he catches you and hands you his phone telling you to give him your number, you almost want to say no because he's so infuriating with how he just assumes you'll do what he says but then you remember how he found your g spot in less than a minute so you type in your number ❤️ then you're always sneaking off together and whenever anyone asks you both scoff and talk about how much you hate each other, but maybe deep down it's not hate so much as desire ❤️

right then so Harry making you squirt 🫶🏻 he asks if you've ever done it before and you say no, he says not to worry and you're going to love it 🫶🏻 he of course knows what he's doing but also it's different for everyone so he says "you gotta talk to me, tell me what feels good and what you like" and you agree so he gets started 🫶🏻 probably a little making out first to get you nice and worked up for him before he slides his hand down to stroke your clit 🫶🏻 after a few minutes he asks if you're ready for his fingers and you nod desperately, he laughs a little bit slips them inside while he's still rubbing at your clit 🫶🏻 he crooks his fingers up to find your g spot and he knows he's in the right place when you gasp and your legs tense up 🫶🏻 he says "right there baby?" and you nod, clutching at his wrist to keep him in place 🫶🏻he smirks and says "i know, feels good doesn't it? told you you'd like this" and he kisses your thighs and hips and anywhere he can reach 🫶🏻 he keeps pushing at that spot and circling your clit and before you know it you're tensing up even more and gasping out his name 🫶🏻 he says "you've got it, just let go and let yourself feel it, I know you're close" and a few seconds later you do just that 🫶🏻 it's definitely more intense than usual and you're moaning louder than he's ever heard, and when you finally get it together you look down and see that his hand is soaked 🫶🏻 he looks so cocky and says "we're going to do that again" and he brings his fingers to his lips to clean them off 🫶🏻 then he leans up and says "taste so fucking good baby, try it" and gives you a filthy kiss 🫶🏻

sorry to feminism but my weakeness is condescending harry 🫶🏻 him pinning your arms down and you struggle a little bit even though you know you're not going anywhere, he smiles down at you and says "you think that's gonna get you very far?" and he's not even struggling to keep you still 🫶🏻 he watches you pout and whine, then he leans down to whisper "good girls get what they want, and you're not being a very good girl right now...might want to reconsider that if you want me to be nice to you" and you go still under him because you know if you don't do what he says he will definitely make you regret it 🫶🏻 then he leans his forehead against yours so all you can see is him and he reaches down to feel how wet you are and he chuckles saying "so all it takes is a few dirty words to get you dripping for me? such a needy thing" and smiles even more when you whimper and close your eyes 🫶🏻 he can tell you're ready for him so he unbuckles his belt, not even taking his pants off all the way just enough to pull himself out and slip inside you 🫶🏻 you gasp, arching your back and he tuts and says "you're just too small for me, can barely even take me all the way" and you shake your head, whining out "I can, i can take it" and he says "yeah? take it then" and thrusts a little harder 🫶🏻

stop it the most supportive dad ever 😭he doesn't care what it is or if it's not a traditional hobby or whatever he's just so happy to see them happy and he's so involved 🥹 you come home one day to see him and your daughter playing with toy swords basically fencing in the living room and he's pretending she's beating him 🥹 they just always have fun together no matter what her little interest is 🥹

harry making you a traditional English breakfast as a joke, beans on toast and everything 😭 he's all "here you go love 🥰" and you're like ... I will leave you

being a brat just to make Harry mad so he'll be rough with you 😌 turning your head every time he tries to kiss you and wearing only his shirt and the tiniest little panties to distract him while he's working 😌 lots of other little things you know will frustrate him 😌finally it works and he throws his pen down, standing up from his chair and running his fingers through his hair as he takes a deep breath 😌 he says "go to the bedroom, strip, and get on the bed. and don't touch yourself." and you're so satisfied knowing he's about to fuck you within an inch of your life 🥰 when he comes in to find you touching yourself just like he told you not to, he sighs again and walks over to the dresser to grab some of his neckties 😌he comes back over and pulls your hands away, you gasp a little but then smile since you're getting what you wanted 😌 he's not so gentle as he's tying your hands to the headboard, he looks down at you and says "gave you a few simple rules, not to distract me while I'm working, and not to touch yourself- but it seems like you're too much of a brat to listen to me" and you smirk, keeping eye contact for as long as possible until he walks away again, when he comes back he has a vibrator in his hand 😌 he says "you had your fun today, now it's time for me to have mine- and you do not get to cum until I say so" and he crawls onto the bed next to you 😌

how do you think fwb harry initiates sex? like he asks you to come over and you both know exactly what he wants but then you get there and he feels a little awkward about being like "so... let's fuck" so he offers you water or something to eat first, maybe he puts on a movie or something even though you know it'll be forgotten about within 10 minutes 😌

[zaikaglow]

Umbrageous Part 4

Pairing: Hange x Reader, Eren x Reader, Erwin x Reader (soon to be Levi x Reader)

Summary: Erwin is out and leaves you under Eren’s watchful eye to keep you out of trouble but when he gets called into the office on a Saturday what is a girl to do to entertain herself while plotting her next move of her office conquest

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism mention, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest

This chapter is the longest yet but I decided not to break it up for cohesiveness (if its to hard to read I may break it up if I get that request)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You were laying in bed wrapped under the covers when you felt a hand touch your foot, Erwin you assume. A smile spreads across your face even while it's buried into the pillow, you feel happy knowing Erwin couldn't resist you so badly he was sneaking into your room while your mother slept off her hangover upstairs. But it's still only 7am and you're tired so you just tug open the covers as an invitation to slide in next to you. Instead of feeling a warm Erwin sliding in next to you to wrap you up in his big arms you're jolted as someone jumps into the bed and a nose starts to nuzzle behind your ear and under your jaw. “Eren”??? You exclaim as you sit up in bed looking bewildered that somehow this boy had gotten into your room. He’s laying down, head propped up on one hand, his elbow digging into the pillow next to yours. “Your dad told me to come and wake you” he says smiling ear to ear “uhh what are you doing here? On a saturday?” you reply still confused as to why he’s here. His eyebrows raised a little, seeming almost a little hurt that you seemed more confused than excited, the poor boy was so down bad for you at times you almost felt a little bad that he was a pawn in your deprived incestous game. “Mr.Smith told me he had an event to go to today and that I should come hand out to keep you company today, he’s making breakfast downstairs”. You place a hand onto his cheek rubbing your thumb in circles in an attempt to placate the saddened look on his face. It works and his smile returns and he takes your hand in his “let's go downstairs”. 

Erwin is at the stove wearing a white tee shirt and his old plaid pajama bottoms, so simple and yet he looks oh so handsome especially when he turns around and smiles “Thanks for getting y/n out of bed Eren”. You both take a seat at the table Erwin places plates of pancakes in front of you and Eren and the dark haired boy slides his hand onto your thigh. “So are you and mom going out tonight or something” you say, still confused as to why Erwin would have invited the “Jaeger boy” into your house and then sending him into your bedroom. Erwin now sits down with the two of you at the table “Yes we have an engagement for her work this evening but we’ll be leaving soon. I figured your friend Eren here could keep you company while we're gone. Keep you out of trouble” He says with a wink. “I'll do my best Mr.Smith” Eren says mouth full, he’s lucky he’s hot otherwise that would have been utterly repulsive. 

A few hours later and your mom and Erwin had left, they were probably going to be staying the night at some Inn since the event was so far away but Erwin had made sure to tell Eren that while he was to keep you company today he shouldn't be staying the night and that he’d be checking in. You and Eren were sitting on your bed, you laying down feet propped up against the headboard scrolling through your phone ignoring a text from Jean asking how you were doing over break and asking if you wanted to hang out once the break ended and that he missed you.. Like he missed his other friends of course (him trying to cover up his feelings only making them more obvious. Eren is sitting at the foot of the bed rattling off things that you could be doing. He wanted to prove to you that he could show you a good time, hopeful that after you both went back to school that you’d still want to see him. You two had been at the same campus this past year and you had never even known he existed; he worried about how easy it would be to forget him after the winter break ended. “Well we could go sledding? I have some old ones back at my place and there's this hill right in town I think that will be fun? Would you think that would be fun?” Eren was rambling when suddenly his phone went off and his eyes went wide “Mr.Ackermen? No it's okay, yeah I can help. Uh actually I was supposed to watch Mr.Smith's daughter today can I bring her? Oh really? Okay I guess that works out” he hangs up the phone. The words coming out of his mouth are so fast they almost blur together “Uhh y/n Im really sorry but Mr.Ackerman’s client had a problem come up and I know it's saturday but I have to come in a help but also the client is there and they're pretty cool i've met them so do you want to come with me? You could hang out with Hange or something. I'm sorry” he looks so nervous that you're about to get mad or upset but his face relaxes as you turn your head and just say “sure” right as you send a text saying the exact same thing to Jean.

It feels strange being back at the office on a saturday the normal bustle of people gone but also you were excited this felt like a way to get your foot in the door or zipper? Of Mr.Ackermans pants. You still knew that this would be the best way to get under Erwin’s skin and force his hand, but you hoped you could do it without Eren finding out it would break the poor boy's heart and he was a pretty good lay in the meantime besides you’ve never even seen Mr.Ackerman for all you knew he was an ugly old guy. You werent even sure if he’d be someone you could tolerate fucking for pure revenge yet.

But that fear was quelled when you saw him, surprised a little by his height he was tiny and you’d have to look down to meet his eye but he was beautiful. His undercut raven hair makes his stealy eyes look exceptionally blue. He was so perfect and little it was almost like he was a doll. And you were surprised at yourself, you mean you had laughed at the jokes about short guys before using the word “manlet” but you couldn't help but notice the tingling in between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to be towering over him tilting up his perfect little chin to look you in the eyes as you pinned him down with your thighs.

“Eren, when you said you had to watch someone I figured it be a child” Mr.Ackerman said raising an eyebrow

“Yeah well my dad seems to think I’m one” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. The corners of Mr.Ackerman’s lips lifted and he let out a small chuckle “I’m Levi, you dad's business partner” he says extending his hand. You give it a slight squeeze to his hand shake admiring how delicate his hands were. “Im y/n it’s nice to finally meet you”. Eren steps out from behind you “So does this mean I can call you Levi now?” Eren chimes in “No” Levi replys rather flatly. It looks like he’s about to say something else when suddenly you see someone emerge from Levi’s office “Leeeeviiii is that your little friend whos here to help? Oh Eren it's nice to see you again!” you're a little surprised how this stranger is also very attractive, you were so used to messing with boys that you were a little caught off guard by just how attractive this feminine  presenting person was. What the fuck was in the water in this town. Instead of walking around the couch that was placed by the office door they clamored over it, Levi wincing as their feet touched the cushions. “Hi, I’m y/n” you say extending your hand the stranger grabs it with both of their hands “I'm Hange Zoe, it's nice to meet you” they say with the most endearing smile. “Hange I told you to keep your goddamn feet off my couch!” Levi exclaims, still holding onto your hands Hange replies ``oh relax, you're so uptight I know you’d make everyone take their shoes off in here if you could”.

“Absolutely I would. Eren we have work to do, Hange try not to bore y/n to death” Levi says before closing the office door behind him. Hange pulls you back onto the cough they had previously just climbed over and asked you how you felt about science. “I like it, I'm actually majoring in biology right now” you say Hange’s eyes light up. They tell you about how they owned a small biotech company that was undergoing a merger and that was what brought them to Levi and Erwin’s business. They went on for a few hours about the intricacies of what they did when suddenly they stopped noticing you staring “Im sorry am I boring you? I’m told I have a habit of droning on” they say apologetic looks in their eyes. “No you're not boring me, I just noticed how beautiful your eyes are”. That's when they invited you back to their hotel, you had both been there so long, Eren and Levi were still working and it would be a while so why not? They popped in to tell the men they’d be giving you a ride home and that when you found yourself sitting on a queen sized bed drink in hand when Hange tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve never done this before, had sex with someone who’s not a man” you say shly Hange is kissing up your neck when they make it to your ear they whisper “youre a scientist” they nip at your earlobe “consider it a sort of experiment” they kiss you tasting sweet tang of their drink on your mouth. You bite your bottom lip sliding your hand up their thighs “will you teach me?” Hange bends down to kiss your ribs over your shirt their hands starting to move towards the button of your jeans when you place your hands over their harms running them up till you meet their jaw and pull their face back up to meet yours “you first” you mutter before dropping to your knees your head now between theirs. Your fingers make quick work of Hange’s button down and when you get to their chest you notice they weren't wearing a bra under their shirt. You kiss by their navel dragging your tongue up till you reach their nipple swirling your tongue around it before latching your lips to it. With how soft they felt in your hand and the way they moaned, threw their head back and gripped at the bed sheet you could feel your own panties getting soaked. You start to move your head back down kissing along their stomach until you get to their waistband you look up at Hange while your delicate fingers start to unbutton their slacks ``you're going to tell me what to do right?” their hand brushes your hair back, their fingers massaging through your scalp “of course my dear”. 

Hange’s hands are pressed to both sides of your face “hhmm thats it, keep circling just like that” you have 2 fingers inside their tight cunt moving in and out making sure to use your knuckles to hit that sweet spot at the top just like Erwin does for you. You keep your pointed tongue moving in quick circles around their clit pausing every few strokes to wrap your lips around it and suck, until finally the fist your hair in their hands as you feel them start to clench around your fingers “good girl, now your turn”. They take your arms pulling you up as they lay down bringing your core right above their mouth kissing your slit over your panties hand running down your thigh, trailing their finger down the crease of your thigh and and core until they reach around the fabric pulling it to the side before dipping their tongue inside you. Your thighs squeeze around Hange’s face as they drag their tongue out of you and up around your clit. Fingers starting to run up your body making their way to your bra. Instead of unclasping it they pull down the cups letting your breasts spill out, fingers tweaking your nipples. It's all too much as you reach back to undo the rest of the bra you feel yourself getting closer as their tongue is back and forward from your dripping slit to your clit and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you ride out your orgasm on their thick tongue.

Laying back in bed Hange has their hands folded behind their head while your sitting cross legged blankets are pulled up to your wrist but your chest is still bare “hey Hange this may not be the best time for this.. But uh is that Levi guy single?” you say playing with fabric between your two fingers too embarrassed to look at the person who just fucked you into oblivion about another. A smile breaks across Hange’s face as they sit up and prop their head up under their fist “Levi?? You're interested really?” you look over at them trying to contain the nervous smile you feel tugging at your lips “yeah I think I am”. They laugh “That little hardass he seems tough but I know he’s lonely he’d appreciate attention from someone as delectable as you”, they tilt their head to the side “I'll introduce you to him again, I know how to warm him up”

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[worldwidemochiguy]

expectation ≠ reality (18+)

When you first met Jungkook, he was so kind, with wide eyes and a sweet smile, but soon enough he dragged you into a tumultuous marriage where you were barely allowed to draw breath on your own. But, when you meet Taehyung, the cute delivery boy with blond hair and a penchant for flirting, you start to wonder if you’ve found your second chance.

Masterlist

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, possessive behaviour, slight dub-con, graphic penetrative sex, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR pls im not tryna get arrested or anything

Word Count: 4K 

a/n: thanks to @gucieguciekook​ for requesting !! hope u enjoy lol <3

Expectation ≠ Reality

You have had enough.

From the moment you agreed to marry him, Jungkook had been getting steadily worse and worse. He had always been possessive to a fault, but you mistakenly saw it as a sign he truly cared and treasured you. You cooed over his obsession with littering hickeys all over your neck, blushed when he called you ‘Mine. Only mine.’ When he asked you to move in way too quickly, you thought it was a sign he was committed to your relationship.

How wrong you were.

Not that he isn’t committed, of course. God, if there was ever a word to describe Jeon Jungkook, it was committed. He is obsessed with you. He slowly started cutting you off from the outside world, persuading you to stay in when your friends invited you out, and convincing you they were terrible people when they inevitably stopped interacting with you. You had cut out everyone else in your life because of him. 

Your parents:

babe, they don’t approve of our relationship because they don’t want you to be happy with your own life, they want to control you and treat you like a kid. you don’t need them anyway, you have me. 

Your coworkers:

i called in sick for you today, babe. you don’t need to go there anymore, i have more than enough money for the both of us. 

Even your pet:

your cat? oh, i’m sorry baby, she got hit by a car. no, don’t cry, baby, now you can give all of your attention to me instead of that rancid furball. 

Jungkook had isolated you and exhausted you to the point where you agreed to marry him, convinced it could not make your life any worse. 

Again, you were wrong. 

With his ring on now your finger, Jungkook is even more assured of his ownership of you. You are no longer allowed to cook or go into the garden, both deemed as dangerous activities where you could somehow be harmed by a vegetable peeler, or maybe grass cuttings. You have no access to the internet, and the only books you are permitted to read are simple, dull books with no plot or dusty old historical text books, obviously the only things Jungkook is certain wouldn’t give you ‘silly ideas to confuse your pretty little head.’ 

~~~~

“Jungkook,” You murmur, voice muffled as he presses your face into the pillow.

“Yeah, baby, say my name just like that.” He grunts, attempting to tug off your skirt with one hand while the other is fisted in your hair. You roll your eyes and shift your weight so he can take it off properly. After he had separately ripped all your pants at some point in his haste to take them off you, you had realised it was simply easier to wear something less finicky.

As soon your lower half is bared for him, he starts running his large palms greedily over your skin, for his own benefit rather than yours.

“Fuck, look at you.” He mutters, before digging a thumb into a bruise he had left on your ass. You yelp and he chuckles lowly behind you. Just as you expect, he presses firmly on the bruise and you clench your teeth, burying your nails in your palms and refusing to make a noise. He waits for a second, but you remain stubbornly silent. 

“Huh,” he says, “I guess baby’s pain threshold has risen a bit, yeah?” He strokes a possessive hand between your shoulder blades and you repress a shiver, before he loops his arm around you and lifts you onto your hands and knees.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck you harder then.” He resolves, before shoving himself into you roughly.

Jungkook is not small, putting it lightly, though you hate to afford any kind of praise to that bastard. He is long, and thick, and you really hadn’t been very turned on at all, just letting him do what he wanted so that he’d leave you alone, so you don’t blame yourself too much when a scream bursts out of your lips. You can barely hear his smug laugh behind you over the burning sensation in your core. He doesn’t give you any time at all to adjust, roughly pumping himself in and out as you try to hold in your whimpers.

“So fucking tight, baby.” He grunts in your ear, punctuating his words with harsh slaps against your thigh, “You sure you can handle my cock?” This is his offer: Admit that I’m hurting you, admit that you’re weak and at my mercy, and I’ll stop. That’s all you have to do.

You clench your teeth and press your face into the pillow again.

He sighs behind you, though you can tell he’s quietly pleased, before pulling out of you and walking away. Him yanking out and leaving you roughly stretched and exposed to the cold air is almost as painful as when he shoved into you in the first place, and when he returns you resent yourself for feeling the slightest hint of relief. 

He is carrying a bottle of lube, normally used for when he decides he wants to fuck your ass instead. You tense up, preparing to swallow your pride and beg him not to — it’s been a while and you’re not sure you can take the pain — but he senses your fear and smirks.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m just gonna make it a bit easier for you.” As he speaks, he’s slicking up his cock and soon enough he’s getting back up on his knees and taking ahold of your hips, pushing himself in slightly gentler this time. 

The coolness of the gel soothes — but doesn’t eradicate — the burn and Jungkook has started to move in long, rolling strokes inside you that are almost pleasant. 

“See, baby?” Jungkook coos as his hands move around to stroke your stomach, “I don’t want to hurt you, you have to know that. I hate hurting you, but you never tell me to stop. You have to know your limits, baby girl. You’re just not strong enough.”

His words — though patronising, and awful, and the kind of thing that make you want to whack him in the neck with one of those massive historical tomes he provides you — are spoken in that soft, Jungkook tone that he used to make you fall in love with him. It reminds you of those days when he was just Kookie, your cute study partner with a bunny smile and a pretty singing voice and broad muscly shoulders that flushed along with the rest of his body when you complimented him.

The Jungkook that you know him as now — the one swiftly bringing you to a reluctant and resentful orgasm — is the opposite of soft. He is rough and impulsive and controlling and you honestly fear what would happen if you tried to ask him for a divorce. He wouldn’t let you go, probably. He’d just laugh at you, and then shove you down and fuck you to make you remember who you really belonged to, like he is doing now.

You try to contain your pants as Jungkook starts a series of staccato thrusts. You are sure Jungkook would hear you, even over the obscene sound of his hips slapping into the back of your thighs, and would be obnoxiously proud about it for the next month. He would already be smug enough having made you come, which you have given up trying to stave off because Jungkook — damn him — is really good at fucking you until you can’t remember your own name. 

He reaches around to pinch your clit harshly and you decide that now is as good a time as any to give up your last remaining vestiges of pride. You come with a piercing whine, clenching around him rhythmically until his hips stutter and you feel the unpleasant sensation of warmth spilling into you. He doesn’t stop, pumping every last drop into you and then dropping on top of you, pinning your body to the mattress. 

After a while he rearranges himself so that he is spooning you, arms wrapped stiflingly tight around your waist, and his now-flaccid cock still tucked inside you. You grimace. Jungkook had always fallen fast asleep after sex, but now you are wide awake, hyperaware as he snores behind you. You don’t know what you’ve become. You hate him. But sometimes he says things that make you wish he wasn’t a monster, that make you wish he was the boy with soft smiles and expressive eyes that you had fallen in love with. You live for the resurgences of that humanity, because it is the only thing you have to look forward to, apart from the eventual day when Jungkook finally snaps and kills you.

~~~~

“Jungkook,” you say over breakfast, and he looks up with his cheeks full of pancake.

“Yes, my angel?” He asks, eyes twinkling — he loves when you say his name — and your breath catches, and for a second everything is perfect and you are having breakfast across from a boy who loves you more than anything. And then you see the annoyed glint in his eye — you hadn’t immediately answered his question — and you come crashing back to bitter reality. 

“I-” You start, then stop, unsure of how to phrase the question into a compliment, that way Jungkook is more likely to give you what you want.

“Say what you want to say, baby. You know how I hate to be kept waiting…” He gives you a shark’s smile. 

“I… I really loved all the books you gave me.” You tell him, making sure your voice is exactly the correct tone of gushing admiration.

“Really?” He replies, a pleased expression on his face as he strokes your hair back gently.

“Yes, and I- I was wondering if maybe… I could have some more?” 

His hand drifts down to rest at the hollow of your throat. It curls slightly.

“N-not that I’m not grateful-” You stammer, “B-But… I liked them all so much I read them too quickly, and now I have nothing else to do with you’re gone.” You end the statement with a playful pout, and you feel your self-loathing level up a notch. 

“Baby, you have to remember to take your time with things like that.” Jungkook grinned, standing up and getting his briefcase. You move to the door where you are supposed to administer a farewell kiss before he goes to work, just like always. 

He smiles, satisfied, before looking sideways slightly so you can get up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He reaches around to squeeze your ass quickly, smirking when you squeak in shock.

“Don’t be greedy baby, take what you’re given.” He tosses a ‘Love you!’ over his shoulder as he goes, and when you call it back the words taste sour on your tongue. You wonder if you had ever uttered those words sincerely. 

~~~~

You had been thinking Jungkook had forgotten about your request for books, so when the doorbell rings at six o clock and you answer it to see a cute delivery boy with a bundle of books tucked under his arm, you are surprised to say the least. 

“D-Delivery for Jeon Jungkook?” He stutters, and you had been expecting him to have a slightly high, nervous voice so the deep, thick drawl shocks you in more ways than one. You can feel yourself melt just looking at him. His eyes are so… innocent, just like Jungkook’s when you first saw him. His nose cutely scrunches as his blond hair — longer than Jungkook’s — falls in soft clumps over his eyes. He huffs a lopsided breath and the light strands flutter about momentarily, before settling back just where they were. You think you’ve fallen in love.

You realise you’ve been staring at him this entire time, but to be fair, he has been staring right back, and you feel yourself become flustered.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. That’s my package.”

“Sorry ma’am,” He starts in his honey voice, before grinning. He seems to gain confidence due to your flustered state. “-but this package is addressed to a Mr Jeon Jungkook, and you certainly don’t look like a ‘Mr’.” He mutters as his eyes drag up and down your form. You are only in your nightie — Jungkook always likes it when you wear pretty, flimsy things — and this stranger’s gaze is making you blush in a way you know Jungkook wouldn’t be happy about.

“Yeah, that’s… uh, that’s my husband. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Your husband, huh?” The delivery boy does not seem put off by the mention of a husband, in fact, he seems almost spurred on by it. “And where is Mr Jeon Jungkook right now?”

“He’s working late. He would normally be back by now but he called and said he’s spending the night at the office.”

“Working late, huh?” The delivery boy repeats in that cocky drawl, and oddly enough, it reminds you of Jungkook. “You know, if I had a wife like you waiting for me to come home, I don’t know if I’d even make it out of bed long enough to go to work in the morning, let alone stay there overnight.” 

Your eyes widen as your cheeks darken, and his open, bright laughter is the nicest thing you’ve heard in months.

“What happened to the nervous delivery boy?” You spluttered indignantly, and his laughing slowed down, though his eyes were still twinkling. Just like Jungkook’s used to do.

“He relaxed when he realised you were just as affected by him as he was by you.”

“Who says I’m affected by you?” You ask boldly, and then immediately retreat a step when he moves towards you. 

“You’re giving yourself away, sweetheart.” He smirks, before advancing another step into your home. “You know… empty house… husband at work… it seems a waste not to use this opportunity.” He waggles his eyebrows at you, and you scoff, forcing him back with both hands until he is outside the door again. He lets you push him with a brow raised lazily.

“That sounded like a line from a bad porno, and I’m pretty sure Jungkook would literally kill me if he found out.” You fake a laugh, covering up your very real and valid fear that Jungkook would actually kill you.

“Jungkook’s the possessive type, huh?” 

Yes, you scream internally.

“Well, I’m pretty sure no husband would like delivery boys sleeping with their wives.”

“What about delivery boys visiting their wives during the day?”

You pause, hands floating in midair, about to take the parcel out of the delivery boy’s hands.

“Huh?”

“I could come around in the day while your husband’s at work-” He sped up when you raised your brows, “-not to do anything, or at least, anything that you’re uncomfortable with, but just to talk. I can tell you’re lonely.” You scoff and roll your eyes, ignoring the fact that he’s absolutely correct. You turn back to him, ready to decline his offer, when you see his puppy eyes. Your resolve crumbles.

“I don’t know,” You had no way of telling what punishments Jungkook would submit you to if he found out. He didn’t even let you talk to your parents, so you could hardly imagine he’d be pleased with you chatting to young, attractive men while alone at your house.

“Come on!” The delivery boy wheedled. “He’d never know. He’s practically asking for it, he leaves you alone day after day, all you have for company are these stupid books!” A dismissive gesture to the collection of Austen, Dickens and Shakespeare you are carrying. “Aren’t you bored? Don’t you want a little excitement?”

You tiredly fumble around for an excuse.

“I don’t even know your name.”

“My name’s Taehyung.” He introduces himself promptly. “I’d like to visit you tomorrow at lunch time, if that’s alright.”

“You sure you don’t have a delivery then?” You ask hopefully.

“I don’t.”

You release a weary sigh.

“You’re going to come no matter what I say, aren’t you?” He responds with a blinding grin.

“I love that we’re learning things about each other! You can already anticipate my actions,” He starts listing off ‘facts’ on his fingers, “you know my name, I know you’re trapped in an unsatisfying marriage-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Taehyung.” You shut the door firmly, cutting him off.

You hear a muffled ‘can’t wait!’ from the other side of the door and if you happen to blush and giggle like a lovesick schoolgirl it doesn’t matter because no one else is there and therefore it cannot be proved.

~~~~

Taehyung starts paying you regular visits. He keeps up his job obligations even when he’s off the clock, bringing you food that Jungkook wouldn’t let you eat, newspapers since Jungkook doesn’t let you know what was going on in the outside world, and even snapshots of his day. 

Taehyung is an aspiring photographer. He has a small apartment outside of the city and an obsession with strawberries and a dog called Yeontan. He has a life, a life that you are desperately beginning to yearn for. Taehyung tells you once that he wishes he could take a photo of you outside, because he knows this perfect spot — a field full of wildflowers and sunshine that would compliment your beauty perfectly — and you burst into tears. 

You tell him, as he rocks you gently in his arms, that you are trapped by Jungkook. That you hate your husband more than anything. That you can’t remember the last time you felt the sun on your skin. And so, quietly, carefully, the two of you begin to plot.

It is not as simple as calling the police. Jungkook has enough money that there is no crime he cannot buy his way out of, no officer he cannot bribe into submission. No, you have to disappear completely. You begin passing along your possessions to Taehyung so he can take them back to his place, gradually, so that Jungkook doesn’t notice you are withdrawing from his life one pair of shoes at a time. 

You daren’t risk taking any money of Jungkook, but Taehyung tells you it isn’t a problem, which is slightly strange since you know Taehyung must have quit his delivery boy job so that he could see you every day, and surely he could do with some extra cash. You tell yourself it’s sweet that he doesn’t care about material things, he just cares about you.

“What are these?” Jungkook asks one morning, when he is greeted not with eggs sunny side up and a kiss, but a stack of papers.

“A divorce contract.” You tell him, trying to ignore the waver in your voice. He only raises an eyebrow at you, and you blanch.

You had been expecting yelling, threats, maybe even violence. Taehyung had begged you to just leave without a trace, and abandon Jungkook to his own horrid life of loneliness, but you just can’t do that, even if it is the safer option. There is still a small, pathetic part of you that clings to the idea of Kookie, the boy with wire-rimmed glasses and carefree smiles who always accepted your help with questions he couldn’t answer. Even though you know that side of him is now long-dead, if it ever even existed in the first place.

However, Jungkook is currently subverting all of your expectations. He sits there calmly, leafing through the papers.

“These don’t make any sense.” He remarks. You attempt to snatch them back, but he holds them out of your reach.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t really expecting you to read them.” You reply, embarrassed. The fake contract had been your idea, a way of telling Jungkook you wanted a divorce without actually saying the words. Of course, you had expected him to fling them into the fire, or something equally as dramatic, not read through them carefully and snort at all the typos. 

“I understand.” He declares eventually. “You want my attention, so you’re pretending that you want to leave me. Very funny, baby.”

“That’s not true!” You burst out, cheeks burning. “I am leaving you, divorce contract or not.” 

“Hush, baby, you know I don’t like it when you lie.” Jungkook purrs, his eyes burning dangerously.

“I don’t care what you like anymore, Jungkook.” You respond, suddenly furious, “I’ve spent so many years as your wife, being terrified by you, being controlled and miserable. Now I’ve got Taehyung, and I’m finally happy! I love him, Jungkook, not you. I’m leaving.” 

You turn away and storm to the door, but hesitate when you hear Jungkook chuckle.

“If you think you are liberating yourself by going to Kim Taehyung… you are wrong, baby.” 

“H-How do you know his family name?” You ask, fear starting to invade your mind.

“I know a lot of things about Mr Kim,” Jungkook spits, and his anger starts to bleed through. “He is not who you think he is, baby. Are you sure you want to go?” His patronising tone is the last straw for you. 

“I’d rather die than stay here with you.”

“Who knows, baby, Mr Kim might just fulfil your wish.” You blanch again, hesitating with your hand on the lock, a breath away from freedom.

“Y-You’re just trying to scare me.” You stutter, and you hear him sigh behind you.

“No, baby, I’m trying to warn you, but you insist on being so, so dumb. I don’t like to see you hurt, remember? But, if this will teach you a lesson about how lucky you are to have me, I guess I’ll have to let you go. Just remember, baby, when you’re with him and it’s not all you expect it to be, I will be coming for you.” As he speaks, he rises from his seat and moves across the room until he is right behind you, his breath ghosting on the back of your neck as you stubbornly refuse to turn, hand still poised on the latch.

“I’m not coming back.” You whisper, and you feel a huff of laughter against your neck.

“No, baby, I’ll rescue you, and take you back. I promise, you’ll be counting the days until you’re in my arms again.”

~~~~

Jungkook watches from the window as your harried form disappears into the distance. Cursing softly to himself, he turns on his phone and pulls up a number he is loathe to possess. 

“So, she left you, huh?” A cocky voice drawls across the line.

“Shut it, Kim.” Jungkook snaps, “She’s still my wife, she still belongs to me.”

“Oh? You didn’t sign the divorce papers?”

“Yes, very funny by the way, Kim. ‘I hereby announce that Kim Taehyung has been our mother’s favourite from the moment of his conception.’ You should’ve become a comic instead of a criminal.” Jungkook reads a line from the fake files. 

“Well, I could say the same to you, baby brother, allowing your wife to leave you like this. It’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in years.”

“Half-brother.” Jungkook growls. “And she hasn’t left me.”

“The tracker I planted on her begs to differ.”

“She’s just…” Jungkook huffs, “Confused.”

“No, she’s just got good taste, obviously.”

“You really are pathetic, stealing your little brother’s toys like this, hyung.” Jungkook taunts. “Soon, very soon, I’m going to come and get her back. I better not find her too broken when I get there.” 

Jungkook hangs up, mutters a curse under his breath, and then starts planning the inevitable gang war he’s going to have to embroil himself in because his wife can’t keep her damn legs closed.

[datleggy]

Prompt Fill Part 1/2

I can’t find the exact prompt (im a messy bih) but the gist of it was: Buck is sick and accidentally calls Bobby “dad” or Athena “mom”---I decided to do both. 

It’s July now and it’s never been quite so scorching hot as it is the day Buck’s AC decides to break down. He tries to fix it, spends maybe two hours trying to get it to work again before realizing he’s got a higher chance of catching heat stroke than of getting the damn thing to turn on again. 

He takes a nice cold shower and within minutes of stepping out of his tub he’s dry from the humidity in his loft. It sucks. 

Buck goes to three different stores in the area looking for a new AC unit, only to find out each time they’re all out of stock--- ���We can have the model you like shipped to your home or in store for pick up by Monday.” one of the employees tells him, not unkindly. 

It’s the best he’s gonna’ get under the circumstances, but that’s also another three days without an air conditioner he’s going to have to suffer through. In the meanwhile he buys a couple of fans, one for his bedroom upstairs and one for the kitchen downstairs. 

They don’t do much, except blow the hot air around, unfortunately. 

He walks into work the next morning feeling like roadkill--and probably looking like it, too, because the Captain is ushering him to sit down almost immediately upon seeing the state of him. “You getting sick on me?” Bobby tilts Buck’s head up so he can get a better look. His normally bright eyes are glassy and there’s a faint blush of red across his cheeks. 

Buck shakes his head, “No, I’m good, just tired.” he admits. “My AC finally kicked it yesterday---new one’s coming in a couple of days---but til then I gotta deal with the heat. Kept tossing and turning all night.” he sighs. 

Bobby looks at him in wide eyed disbelief. “Buck, LA’s going through a heat wave right now, tonight we’re supposed to hit triple digits, there’s no way you’re staying in that apartment. We’ll drop by your place at the end of our shift, pack you some clothes and toiletries and you can stay with us until your new AC gets delivered. Sound good?” 

It does sound good. Buck knows from experience that during the summers especially Athena cranks up the AC so that their home feels more like a winter wonderland than anything else. But.... “Well, I don’t wanna’ intrude.” He hedges. “I can always ask Maddie---” 

“Maddie’s is a one bedroom and the last time you slept over there on her couch you complained about back pain for about a week, Buck. You know Athena and I don’t mind having you over. Plus, it’s a little lonely without the kids around. It’ll be nice, we can invite Michael over for dinner tonight, make a whole thing of it.” Harry is away at space camp for the next two weeks and May is doing a summer course for college credits until the end of the month. 

Buck hesitates for only a few more seconds before ultimately agreeing to a weekend sleepover at the Grant-Nash household. 

-----------------

It’s late by the time they get off work. 

Bobby’s looking forward to dinner with  everyone later in the night. They drop by Buck’s loft to pick up a duffel bag and the pit stop only reaffirms Bobby’s decision to have the younger man stay over. The loft is brutally hot---stepping inside almost feels like being cooked in an oven. 

Buck is exhausted when they reach home. 

He wants to tell Bobby he’s too tired for dinner and a movie tonight; all he wants to do right this minute is take an ice cold bath and go straight to bed, but he can tell the Captain’s excited to sit down with everyone and Buck’s never been one to purposely ruin a good time for others. 

“Suck it up.” he tells himself. 

Dinner is amazing, as per usual. Buck forces himself to make conversation, forces a grin, eats as much as his stomach can stand at the moment, and is relieved when it’s time to just sit and watch the film Michael brought over. 

“It’s a classic, Bobby, I can’t believe you haven’t seen any of the Lethal Weapon movies.” 

Athena laughs and teases her husband. “Hey, maybe you and Michael can dress up as Murtaugh and Riggs for halloween this year.” 

Bobby looks at the spry and often times reckless character on the screen and shakes his head. “Maybe if I were twenty years younger. Buck, I think you would be the better costume partner in this case.” 

Michael turns to Buck, only to realize the kid has conked out for the night. “Well, would ya’ look at that. The old people outlasted the young.” he chuckles. 

Athena arches her brow at her ex husband. “And who, pray tell, are you calling ‘old’?” 

Bobby laughs, albeit quietly, so as not to wake his sleeping charge. “Makes sense, now that I think about it. Buck didn’t get much sleep last night, given the heat. And today’s shift wasn’t exactly a slow one.” 

They’re only half way through the movie but decide to call it an early night, for Buck’s sake. 

Athena walks Michael out to his car while Bobby goes to wake Buck so that he can change clothes and sleep on an actual bed. “Up and at em, kid, time for bed.” Bobby jostles him gently. 

Buck whines softly but does stir, blinking sluggishly up at Bobby. 

“Come on bud, can’t sleep on the couch, you’ll regret it in the morning, trust me.” 

Buck is still half asleep when he says, “Don’t wanna’.” burying himself deeper into the cushions underneath him, stubbornly. 

Bobby can’t help but smile at the sight. It’s familiar in a way that used to sting a lot more, but now brings a feeling of warmth, too. “I know, you’re comfortable, but I promise you’ll be a lot more comfortable on a bed, c’mon.” He pulls Buck up by the arms, and though Buck groans and whines, he does let himself be lead to the guestroom. 

Buck took a quick shower before dinner, to wash away the grime of the day, which is one less thing he has to do before bed. Bobby can tell the kid’s beyond exhausted, so he lets him sit on the edge of the bed while he digs through Buck’s duffel bag for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Alright, here we are, change into these and you can--” Bobby sighs. 

Of course Buck is curled up atop the sheets, already fast asleep, by the time he turns around. 

“Buck,” Bobby leans over the bed and shakes him, but it’s no use. The fire Captain scoffs fondly and goes about untying Buck’s shoes and carefully taking them off his feet. The kid’s body isn’t even fully on top of the mattress, for goodness sake. One of his legs is still dangling off the side and his head doesn’t reach any of the pillows. 

Bobby tries one last time to shake him awake, to make him readjust himself to a better sleeping position, but it’s for naught; Buck is knocked out. Bobby takes it upon himself to move Buck, dragging him up so that at least his entire body is on the bed now. 

All the jostling to get him situated right finally does make Buck stir, and big glassy doe eyes blink up at Bobby. “Wha’ happened to the movie?” he mumbles incoherently. 

Bobby shushes him. “Bedtime. Close your eyes. I’ll make those chocolate chip pancakes you like for breakfast tomorrow, yeah?” 

Buck nods groggily, eyelids too heavy to stay open, even if he wanted them to. “’kay.” 

Bobby squeezes his shoulder, just briefly. “Goodnight Buck.” 

“G’night dad.” and just like that, Buck is asleep, face tucked into a pillow, his body curled into itself in a way that makes him look impossibly small. 

Bobby swallows. Hard. 

[magictehnique]

Unexpected Love -Part 2

A/n: I do not own SOA, only the plot. This one is a little long but I hope everyone likes it!

Pairing: Jax Teller x reader

True to his word, Jax did call y/n the next day. He also called her the day after, and the day after that. Jax would call her every night when he got home and relieved Neeta from watching the boys. He would ask her about her day, she would ask how the guys and his boys were doing. If he didn’t call her at night, he would text her in the morning. During one of their conversations, y/n had told him how much she loved riding on the back of his bike. Since then, he’s picked her up from work when he wasn’t busy with club business.

About two months after their first date and Bobby’s birthday party, Jax decided he wanted to make good on his promise of inviting y/n over for dinner. He wasn’t sure how Abel would react to his dad bringing a new girl into the house. It had been over a year since Tara had passed away, and Abel was finally back to himself.

One Saturday morning, Jax was making breakfast and Abel was drawing a picture at the table. Jax looked over at Abel and said, “Hey buddy, there’s something I want to ask you,” Jax placed a plate of pancakes in front of Abel and set down in the chair next to him.

Abel looked up at his father, “yes daddy?”

Jax took a breath and ran a hand down his face. “Daddy has a friend named, y/n, and he’s thinking about inviting her over for dinner tonight. Do you think you would be okay with that?”

Abel got a cheesy smile on his face and said, “daddy has a crush.”

Jax laughed at his son’s smile and giggles. “Yeah bud, daddy has a crush. So you think it’s cool to invite her over?”

Abel nodded his head and said, “yeah dad, it’s cool with me.”

Jax smiled and kissed Abel’s head. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and texted y/n, asking her if she wanted to come to dinner tonight. He didn’t have to wait long for her reply.

I would love to. Be there at 7!

After the kids were fed, he sent them outside to play while she cleaned up the house. Jax couldn’t help but laugh at himself. Out of all the women he’s been with and tried impress, he never went as far as to tidy up for them. He always relied on his charm and good looks. With y/n it was different. He wanted a life with her. He wanted her to come into his home and think maybe one day it could be her home too. He knew his feelings were taking off fast, probably too fast, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He would always love Tara, but it was time for him to find his new love.

A couple hours later, he had the house tidied up, lunch fed to the boys, and he ran to the store to get food for tonight. By the time he got home, it was already 5 o’clock. He got the boys settled on the couch watching cartoons and headed to his room to change. He put on a clean pair of jeans and just a white t-shirt. Jax walked back out to the kitchen and started making hamburger patties. In the midst of his task, he heard the doorbell ring and looked at the clock on the stove. It was already 7 o’clock. Abel jumped up and ran for the door. Jax wiped his hands and picked up Thomas.

Abel opened the door and saw y/n standing there. She had a beautiful smile on her face and he could tell she was a really nice girl. Abel smiled and said, “you’re really pretty. I can see why my dad has a crush on you.”

Y/n laughed and looked at Jax standing behind Abel with a goofy smile on his face. Y/n bent down so she was equal height with Abel. “Is that so? Well my name is y/n. What’s your name?”

“Abel. And that’s my baby brother Thomas,” Abel responded, pointing towards his little brother.

“Well Abel it is very nice to meet you. Can I come inside?” Y/n asked. Abel nodded his head and grabbed y/n’s hand, pulling her into the house. Abel resumed his position on the couch and Jax set Thomas down on the floor with his toys.

Jax walked over to y/n and she gave him a shy smile and said, “hi.”

He smiled and pulled her into his chest. One hand was behind her head and the other on her lower back. “Hey Darlin’. I’m glad you came.”

Eventually the two pulled apart and she helped him finish preparing dinner. The two laughed and talked, completely unaware of the little eyes watching them. Abel missed Tara a lot, even though it had been a year since she died. Tara was the only mom figure from the very beginning. As he watched his dad talked and joked around with y/n, he was excited to spend more time around her. His dad was happier now that she was here.

Y/n finished helping Jax with dinner and he instructed her to have a seat and relax while he grilled the burgers. Y/n walked into the living room and sat down on the couch Abel was on. Thomas was babbling on the floor and crawled over to y/n and used her legs to help him stand up. He smiled at her and lifted his arms for her to pick him up. Her heart fluttered and she smiled back at him and sat him on her lap. She then turned to Abel and asked him about the show they were watching.

The rest of the night went by in the blink of an eye. Y/n laughed with Jax and his sons. Abel seemed to really like talking and joking around with her. She read him and Thomas a story before they went to bed and gave them hugs goodnight.

As she walked down the hallway, Jax met her half way. “Thank you for tonight Jax. And I don’t just mean for the dinner, which was amazing by the way. But thank you for letting me meet Abel and Thomas. They’re great kids.” Y/n gave him a big smile.

Jax mirrored the smile and said, “Im glad you came. The boys seemed to really love you. Which is good because I love you too.”

Y/n’s eyes widened and her smile got even bigger. “I love you too, Jax.”

[mother-snake]

of sunflowers and wilted roses pt 2

(two parts in one night? my god im bored. but this is fun. i got somthing to hyperfix on for a while!) tags: @idkanameatall warnings: none. just fluff. words: 1264

first: click here next: n/a

shall i compare thee to a summers day? - janus and roman, maybe there was somthing that wasnt there before?-

Janus was warm. That was the first thing he had realised upon waking up that morning. he was on top of something warm and a blanket of fluff surrounded him in such bliss that he felt himself turn into a pile of mush. He wasn’t getting up today. Nope. He was far too comfortable.

He felt himself snuggle into the pile of warmth that lay under him only for it to let out a chuckle. Okay, as far as he was concerned there was nothing in his room that could let out such a noise. he almost forgot that it had made a noise as it ran a hand in his hair. He truly felt like putty.

Finally deciding to see what he was in fact lying on. he cracked his eyes open, a small yellow light filling his vision where the endless fire seemed to keep glowing. his eyes landed on the blushing face of a prince.

Upon realising he was on top of roman he flung himself backwards. So, startled by his appearance he fell backwards and over the side of the couch and landing on his back with a small thud.

“Janus! Are you alright?” roman asked worriedly as he jumped down to Janus’s side. “I'm not okay,” he gasped as he tried to get the air back in is lungs.

Roman helped him back onto his feet. Janus muttered a small thanks before looking past roman and to the wall where a small clock sat on the wall. “I do believe you best be going before they get curious,” Janus said sadly as he looked at roman. “oh! My, indeed it does seem so,” he said startled as he saw the time, “I do hope you will be joining us, if not. I hope you don’t mind if I come for a small visit later,” he winked before pulling Janus into a quick hug.

And just as quickly as he was there, he had disappeared it seemed. Janus couldn’t stop the infectious smile that roman had worn only a couple seconds ago from pulling itself onto his face.

He shook his head before he looked around his room before stopping as his eyes landed on what lay on the floor where he had fallen over. It looked like a thick red cape, lined with white fur. roman must have left it behind, he concluded as he picked it up. the weight was rather heavy, but that didn’t stop him from throwing it around his shoulders.

The warmth that seemed to radiate off it was bliss to Janus. He sighed as he looked up at the clock. Looks like he would be going now.

He had around half an hour to get himself ready if he wanted to be early.

A small voice in the back of his mind was telling him that this was a bad idea. But… maybe it would be worth it to see roman. Just this once… he would ignore the voice in his head and listen to his own heart. Maybe something good could come out of this…

--

Roman felt lighter than air. He would be lying if he said that after last night the massive weight that laid on his chest disappeared. Well, for now at least. He knew it would come back eventually. but for now he would just enjoy feeling lighter than air.

He smiled as he entered the kitchen, having gotten changed in a hurry. He was slightly earlier than normal. But he wanted to make sure if de- Janus was coming, he wouldn’t be alone with the others.

“oh- hello roman!” Patton said cheerfully, “are you okay?” Patton asked.

He didn’t blame the father figure, since the whole wedding thing he had stayed cooped up in is room. It had worried Patton quite a bit. “I am doing wonderfully, but I must ask if you could perhaps make enough for one more?” he asked. “oh! is someone joining us today?” Patton asked. “yes, I invited Janus to join us. I hope you don’t mind padre,” he said nervously. “oh shucks, you should have said sooner. If you set the table up, I’ll get to work cooking,” Patton said happy to see roman in a good mood. “I’ll be happy to help if you need pops,” roman said with a wide smile.

 It was another ten minutes before the others made their way down the stairs. it was Logan and then Virgil. Both looked stunned to see roman humming away to another Disney song as he helped Patton cut up some berries. they didn’t say anything. but even they couldn’t deny that a happy roman was always an infectious thing to everyone around.

All four were cut out of their thoughts as a small row of knocks filled their ears. there standing at the door was a rather nervous Janus. His old outfit discarded and replaced with a simple yellow shirt and black ripped jeans. The shawl that roman had remembered him wearing yesterday was still wrapped around his shoulders.

“glad you could make it my dear snake,” roman said as he gave a wide smile. “I thank you for having me,” Janus said,” um… you left this earlier,” he reached out his arms where roman recognised his winter cape he had used as a blanket whilst Janus slept, the poor thing had kept shivering in his sleep. “ah! No need to worry about that, you can keep a hold of that until the weather gets warmer,” he said as he waved a hand dismissively.

“what is happening?” Virgil asked as he looked between the two sides with confusion and worry. “Janus and I have cleared some things up. I offered for him to join us for breakfast seeing he is one of us now,” he said simply a he stole a grape from the packet.

“okay… wait- how do you know his name?” Virgil asked sceptically as he placed his cup onto the table and snapping his head to roman. “we all do,” Logan said, not looking up from his book. “since when?!” Virgil yelled.

Janus winced at the volume. “after the wedding,” Patton said, “I must admit, its nice to see you two getting along,” he smiled as he saw Janus faintly blush.

“well… I don’t know what you’re planning Janus. But I swear to god, hurt anyone again. And you will regret it. understand?” he said sharply. “I understand Virgil. I assure you however. I am doing no more scheming for a long time,” he said with a sigh, wrapping the cape around his shoulders.

He was well aware of the two purple eyes glaring into the back of his head as he made his way forwards, standing next to roman, watching as he cut up a couple strawberries.

He let out a small yawn as he watched. A small smile creeping onto his face as he looked to see romans face concentrating on what he was doing.

He was never one for true love at first sight. But no longer being blinded by the way he had previously been. maybe there had been some truth in the compliments he had given roman at the courtroom.

“okay kiddos! If romans done with the fruit that should be everything ready to eat!” Patton cheered excitedly as he picked up a plate of pancakes that looked like they were mixed with red food colouring.

Neither roman or Janus had every felt so happy in a long time. They could only pray that it would last for just a while longer.

[flora-jimin]

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Pairing: Ot7 (Jimin Centric)

Genre: Angst, Smut, PWP

Word Count: 6.7k

Rating: 18+

Summary:  Jimin starts to feel a little out of place and left out in their relationship.The boys make sure he knows he's just as important to them as they are to him.

Tags: Still Standing Verse, Sense8 Au, Jimin-centric, Poly Relationship, Self Loathing, Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation Kink, Makeup Sex, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Superpowers, Oral, Threesomse, Frotting, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Crying During Sex, Superpowers During Sex

A/n: This oneshot was written months ago for a fic called Still Standing that I’ve been writing for over a year. It is a sense8 au where all the boys also have superpowers. If you’d like to read that, the link is in my bio on my blog, as it’s not a net approved fic, but for clarity’s sake, the superpower being used during sex is Yoongi’s umbrakinesis, or shadow manipulation.

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He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been feeling left out lately.

Like today, with Jungkook and Taehyung going to the movies without him. Both of them eagerly holding hands and laughing as they were off to see a movie he had told them all months ago he was eager to see, it hurt.

“Oh, hyung, we figured you’d be at work during that time!”

It felt like a stab to the chest, but he only smiled and told them it was okay. He’d see it with Ji-Woo or he’d see it when the DVD came out.

When Hoseok and Yoongi paired up and disappeared into Yoongi’s studio to make music, he didn’t bother asking to join. Those two were often off in their own world when Yoongi let Hoseok into Genius Lab. It was a rule amongst their cluster not to go into Genius Lab unless Yoongi invited you in. The second oldest sensate took his personal space very seriously. So, Jimin only smiled and told them he hoped they came up with something good when he saw Yoongi take Hoseok’s hand and disappear behind the door.

Besides, he couldn’t rap like they did. He’d probably just be in the way.

When Jin was making lunch for Namjoon and talking about how the two were going to head out to Han River for a date, Jimin only bit back a smile and handed Jin the condiments and utensils the oldest had asked him for as he helped out.

He helped make the lunch, why wasn’t he invited too? Why couldn’t he go to Han River and be with them, too?

Jimin clenched his fists as he sat at the dinner table. Everyone was out. He was alone.

Again.

His head whirred as he felt all six men, all of them having the time of their lives. He felt them, didn’t they feel him? Did they care? Jimin felt a creeping sense of dread start to eat at him. Maybe they all didn’t need him anymore.

He put his head down, tears stinging his eyes as that inner voice got louder, belittling him and dragging him further into the pit of self loathing he’d found himself in.

“What do you even do? What do you have to bring to the table?” It sneered at him and Jimin squeezed his eyes shut tighter.

“You’re just some barista with a mediocre grip on your powers, you’re the weakest link out of all of the cluster and you know it. You’re a joke, Park Jimin, everyone’s laughing.”

He clutched his head, his chest heaving as he tried to ignore that voice. It was his own inner thoughts betraying him, and this wasn’t the first time he’d heard it insult him.

It never hurt this bad, though.

“-im? Chim? Fuck! Hyung, he’s crying!”

Jimin only barely registered Hoseok’s voice in his ears. He curled up tighter, biting his lip. The Busan boy didn’t want to bother anyone. They were having so much fun without him anyway and-

Yoongi’s face came into his view as those big hands picked his head up from the cocoon he’d made with his arms. He could barely see the second oldest, but he felt a strong pulse of concern through their link and he couldn’t help himself from breaking down and sobbing in his hands.

Hoseok startled from behind him and Yoongi’s lips pursed as he pulled him into his arms, letting the smallest man cry against his neck. He looked to Hoseok and nodded towards the bedroom.

“Pick him up. We should get him somewhere more comfortable.” He instructed as Jimin sobbed louder. Hoseok nodded, one arm sliding under the barista’s legs before he nudged Jimin’s head with his lips.

“C’mon baby boy, arms around my neck. We’re gonna take care of you.” He cooed, nearly missing a step when Jimin clung suddenly to his neck. He could feel the tears rolling down his neck as he walked him to the other room, biting his lip in worry.

Yoongi followed right behind him, lips a thin line as he felt Jimin’s flared up emotions vibrating through the link from all the boys. It overrode everyone else’s emotions and Yoongi could feel the worry and confusion coming from the four missing boys at the sudden fever pitch of negative emotions.

Hoseok sat down with Jimin in his lap, rocking him slightly to calm him, even a fraction. Yoongi crawled onto the bed right after him, gently prying Jimin’s hands away from Hoseok’s neck and moving his face so he looked him in the eyes. Jimin’s lip wobbled, his eyes bloodshot as snot rolled down his nose.

“You poor thing...what happened? Why are you crying?” Hoseok inquired, reaching into the bedside table to fish out a box of tissues. He gently wiped Jimin’s cheeks before pressing the tissues to his nose. Jimin held his wrist and blew weakly, feeling a slight relief from the congestion of his nose as Yoongi’s cat-like eyes watched his every move, concern shining in his face.

He looked away from Yoongi, guilt pulsing through their link.

He’d made them stop their fun to humor his little breakdown. He really was the worst.

Yoongi and Hoseok felt the second pulse of guilt get overridden with the feeling of self loathing, and without sharing a word, both men sandwiched Jimin in between them from a group hug.

The smallest man tensed, tears springing up in his eyes again. He wanted more attention from them, yes, but the doubt of his own self worth kept him from enjoying the sensation. He hated this feeling.

“Talk to us, baby. What happened?” Hoseok tried again and Jimin clenched his fists before burying his face in Yoongi’s shoulder.

“Do...do you all still love me? Am I in the way?” He inquired softly. Both men tensed and the other four stood around him, eyes wide.

“Jimin-”

“No one wants to spend time with me anymore. The movies, the music, the dates...why is everyone avoiding me?” Jimin’s voice quivered as he spoke and he did his best to formulate actual sentences.

“I...I feel like a third wheel to this relationship. Is everyone ignoring my emotions? I know you can feel them and-”

“No, no baby it’s not like that.” Namjoon was at his side in a moment, kissing his cheeks as he cupped his cheeks. Jimin looked up at him and Namjoon felt his heart break.

God, they fucked up.

“I’m not going to make any excuses for any of us. We should have noticed. You’re not a third wheel, baby. We love you.” Their leader continued with his soothing tone. Jimin lowered his eyes to Yoongi’s shoulder, unable to meet any of their gazes.

The other men all exchanged looks, but none of them said a word until the fatigue of the day caused Jimin to pass out slowly.

Once they all felt he was completely asleep, all eyes turned to their leader as they all visited from their respective locations.

Namjoon was driving back to their shared home, jaw set while Jungkook leaned up from the back seat.

“What are we going to do? We really messed up bad.” He voiced what they were all thinking and they shared a collective harsh sigh.

“We have to make it up to him. It was our own negligence that lead to this. Apologize properly when he’s awake and make sure he feels loved. Jimin is an important part of our cluster and our lives and I don’t want him-or any of you-to ever feel like this. We’re gonna let him rest and start tomorrow.” He told them, the determination to fix this problem shining in his eyes. Jungkook relaxed back into the seat and nodded with the rest of them.

-The Next Morning-

When Jimin woke up, the first thing he noticed was his inability to move. He was wedged between Namjoon and Taehyung and when he lifted his head to locate the other men, he saw he was the one who had taken the middle spot, with the other five (Jin seemed to be missing from the pile) men keeping him warm. He blushed and wiggled, trying to free himself from the pile.

It was a difficult task, but eventually he managed to do so, shuffling carefully out of the center so he wouldn’t step on any of his slumbering boyfriends. He looked back at them, a bittersweet smile on his face when he saw them all.

They all looked so perfect, even without him there.

He felt a twinge of that self loathing come back, so he ducked his head and left the room, not noticing Namjoon peeking at him through one of his cracked open eyes.

Jimin made his way to the kitchen, seeing Jin had started cooking breakfast. He placed a hand against the doorway, knocking gently to get his attention. Jin smiled at him and he responded with a soft smile of his own.

“‘Mornin, hyung.” he greeted.

“Good morning, Chim. I’ll be making your favorite pancakes, too. Have a seat, alright?” Jin instructed, turning back to the stove. Jimin hesitated before he moved to sit, playing with his fingers as he waited.

He stared at Jin’s back as he cooked, watching the oldest glide around the kitchen, plucking seasonings and foods from cabinets, the fridge, and the freezer effortlessly as he made their large breakfast.

“Hyung, do you need any help?” Jimin inquired after five minutes had gone by. Jin slid the breakfast sausages into the oven and nodded.

“If you could, could you come over here and mix the batter for the pancakes? We’ll need a lot.” Jin told him, offering him a large mixing bowl. Jimin smiled, grateful Jin was giving him the opportunity to help. He was hoping they wouldn’t be mad at him after his outburst yesterday.

He chewed on his lip as Jin began washing out some fruits in the sink.

“Hyung...about last night...can we forget it? Can we pretend I didn’t say those things? I didn’t mean to accuse you all of not loving me and ignoring me…”He trailed off. The kitchen fell into a silence as Jin kept his eyes on the strawberries in his palm. The oldest sighed and tapped the back of the faucet to shut the water off. He picked up the strainer the fruit was in, letting the water drain out of it before he moved to Jimin’s side, slicing some of the red berries.

“You shouldn’t apologize for telling us how you feel. If we made you feel like this, you should say it. That way we can make sure we don’t ever let it get this bad again. You’re important to us.” Jin hummed, taking the cut berries in his hands and walking behind Jimin, who had slowed his stirring as he thoughtfully looked into the white mix.

Jin dropped the berries into the bowl, pressing Jimin against the counter as he wrapped his arms around his back. The smaller man nearly dropped the bowl, had Jin not have closed his larger hands over Jimin’s.

“We’re sorry. The only ones who should be apologizing is us.” Jin spoke directly into his ear and Jimin felt his knees buckle slightly. He had a weak spot for being pinned down, but now wasn’t the time for him to be getting excited over nothing.

“But I-”

“Shh. We have to make breakfast.” Jin teased, placing his hand over Jimin’s as they stirred the batter. The younger man nodded and complied, trying not to think about how close Jin was to him.

Or how many times the members of the cluster had fooled around in the kitchen.

Jin noticed the pulse of embarrassment and arousal radiating off of the smaller man and he grinned, setting the bowl down and placing his palms down on the counter by either side of Jimin’s hips.

He peppered Jimin’s neck in kisses, smiling when the smaller man tried to suppress his giggles. Jimin blushed to the tips of his ears, breath hitching up when he felt Jin palming the front of his quickly tenting boxers.

“H-hyung, the breakfast…”Jimin protested, though he pressed closer to Jin’s hand. The older man smiled against the pale skin of his neck.

“The oven is on low. I can be quick, just keep stirring.” Jin gave his ass a slap and sunk to his knees and Jimin gasped when he felt the cool air of the kitchen hit his ass as Jin tugged his boxers down as he went.

“Turn around for me, Chim.” Jin purred and Jimin obeyed, flustered. His hands shook as he held onto the mixing bowl, his cock twitching as Jin teasingly blew along the length. He took Jimin’s cock in his hand and ran his tongue up the underside from base to tip, reveling in the full-body shiver that went through the younger sensate.

Jin made a point to watch every expression on Jimin’s face as he bobbed his head, taking a bit more each time. Jimin’s grip on the spoon and bowl tightened as he let out a shaky breath, resisting the urge to roll his hips up into the warm sensation of Jin’s mouth. The oldest used one of his hands to stroke whatever wasn’t in his mouth, pulling Jimin closer with his other hand.

“H-Hyung! Please…” Jimin whined, biting his lip when Jin rolled his tongue over his sensitive head. He made a point to sound as sloppy as he could, enjoying the way Jimin’s resolve broke. He set the bowl aside without another moment’s hesitation, one hand shakily on the back of Jin’s head.

Jin could tell he was holding back, probably afraid he would choke the older man if he thrusted up. In response, he removed his own hand from Jimin’s dick, eyes sliding closed as he took the entirety of Jimin’s cock in his mouth.

The smaller man was far from the biggest or thickest out of the seven men, but Jin still enjoyed giving him blowjobs as much as he did the others.

Mostly because Jimin was the most responsive one.

“H-Hyung, more. Oh my god…” Jimin tilted his head back, giving Jin an experimental few thrusts to make sure he didn’t catch him off-guard. Jin took it in stride, placing a hand on his thigh. They often used signals during sex to make sure they were all on the same page in case it wasn’t clear through their connection.

Jimin could feel that Jin was relaxed and eager, and the light tap on his thigh was a sign from the oldest to do what he wanted.

Fingers shaking, Jimin ran his fingers into Jin’s hair, gripping firmly as he thrusted forward, shaky mewls leaving his lips as he fucked his hyung’s mouth. Jin was painfully hard himself from the treatment and teasing as he shifted on his knees, dipping his hand into his own pajama pants to stroke his aching cock.

“W-We’re gonna wake the others if you stay so loud, Jiminie~” Jin teased as he popped his mouth off for a moment, knowing full well the other men wouldn’t be able to ignore the dual sense of arousal rolling off the two men in waves. Jin pulled his sleep pants down more so he could stroke himself more freely while Jimin blushed, his bottom lip plumper than usual from him biting it to keep his moans down.

It was a fruitless effort since they were all connected, but that made it all that much cuter, in Jin’s opinion.

“Fuuck fuck fuck I’m close. Hyung!” Jimin’s hips began to stutter, so Jin pressed hum flush against the counter, taking over by bobbing his head quicker than he was before. Jimin’s grip in his hair tightened to the point that it was borderline painful, but Jin wasn’t at all opposed to the jolt that came from the action. He stroked himself at the same pace as his head movements, his thumb smearing precum over his head as he watched Jimin unravel before him.

“G-Gonna cum gonna cum, please please please-” Jimin pulled harder, this time trying to yank Jin off before he came in his mouth, but the oldest wouldn’t budge, swallowing around Jimin’s twitching cock.

All it took was a few more bobs before Jimin came with a cry, rope after rope of cum filling Jin’s mouth. He swallowed most of it, pulling off of Jimin’s cock as he continued stroking himself, feeling his own release quickly approaching.

He glanced up, seeing Jimin stare down at him with lust-blown eyes, cheeks red and sweat rolling down his temple as he held his gaze. The older Sensate’s eyes moved to his lips as Jimin weakly called to him.

“H-Hyung…”

Jin came nearly on the spot, the milky drops landing on the dark tile of the kitchen between his knees.

They all had a soft spot for Jimin’s lips. Honestly, who wouldn’t?

Jimin blushed and moved to get paper towels as Jin tucked himself back into his pants. The older man took them as soon as he returned, refusing to let Jimin clean up the mess. Jimin pouted at him as he watched the older man clean. Jin ignored him and stood to dispose of the soiled tissues, moving to go to the sink to wash his hands.

“You came a lot. Have you been pent up, baby?” Jin teased after a moment of silence, hands soapy. Jimin blushed hard and went to swat at him when he noticed Jin still had a bit of his cum at the corner of his lips.

Blushing, he leaned up to lick it off, shying when Jin sent him a coy look.

Later, when the rest of the boys filed into the kitchen one by one, Yoongi took note of the difference in the piles of pancakes between the boys.

“Didn’t you want more food, Jin? You barely have any on your plate.” He mused.

Jin only smiled as he drank his coffee.

“I had some breakfast earlier, actually.” He chirped, and Jimin choked from across the table.

-2 Days Later, Cafe Thief’s Heart-

Jimin sighed as he brewed the next batch of coffee. There was a customer outside that had been giving him trouble for a while now, but he did his best not to let it get to him. Ji-Woo would no doubt cause a scene and both Taehyung and Jungkook were usually busy helping out somewhere else in the cafe to come to his aid.

He shook his head, slapping his cheeks. He had to focus.

There’s no way he should need the younger men to run to his aid, anyway.

He exhaled and brought the ice coffee to the man with a slice of cake, shuddering at the way the middle-aged man eyed him when he set the food down. He stood and politely bowed and went to leave when the man leaned up and sent him a flirtatious smile.

“Y’know, I think you’re pretty cute, Jimin. Maybe we could get this to go, hm?” He winked and Jimin felt physically ill. Despite that, he sent him his best customer service smile and shook his head.

“No thank you, sir. If you’d like, I could put your things in to-go containers.” He offered. The man’s face turned and he rolled his eyes.

“Think you’re too good to go out with me? Pathetic. It would be your honor to date someone with as much wealth as I have.” He grunted, clearly annoyed he had been rejected. Jimin’s brow twitched in annoyance. Though he didn’t have the most highest of paying jobs working for Ji-Woo’s cafe, but he enjoyed working with his best friend more than anything.

Plus, several of his partners had more than enough wealth that even if that was the defining factor in whether he went out with someone (it wasn’t. How shallow is that?), they had that more than covered.

“That’s too bad you feel like that. Enjoy your order, sir.” Jimin muttered through gritted teeth as he spun on his heel. He had gotten around four steps away before he heard the sound of glass breaking.

Closing his eyes and collecting himself, he turned, rage bubbling up when he saw the cake slice on the floor and the man faking a shocked expression.

“Oh no, my cake fell! Could you clean this up, Jimin? Someone could fall on this.” He informed him, taking a sip of his iced coffee. Jimin gritted his teeth and went to grab a small bag they kept in their aprons, kneeling down to pick up the large glass pieces first. The man swirled the iced coffee for a moment before he popped the cap off, looking into the cup.

“I think you should check this out too, Jim-Jim. It doesn’t taste right. You agree, right?” The man sneered, pouring the iced coffee on Jimin’s head. The small man leapt up, a startled gasp leaving his lips as the cold drink rolled down the back of his neck and down his shirt. He shook, tears sprouting up in the corners of his eyes as the other customers turned their attention to the scene.

“I told you I wanted a double shot of vanilla syrup in it. Couldn’t get that right either?” The man chuckled. Jimin clenched his fists, body shaking as he felt the fresh embarrassment roll over him.

Before anyone could see him cry, a towel fell over his head and he was pulled against a warm body. Blinking, he looked up to see Taehyung standing protectively over him while Jungkook yanked the man up by his shirt. The youngest man sent him a dangerous smile, ignoring all the complaining about harassment from the man as he began dragging him outside.

“You all see this! This is assault and harassment! I’ll ruin you!” He barked,

Ji-Woo stood at the counter, arms crossed.

“Get this trash out of my shop. I absolutely don’t condone customers treating my employees and friends like shit.”

“Don’t worry, dude. You’re free to try that slick shit with me.” Jungkook threatened as he pulled him outside. The other customers began chattering, but not a single one looked like they would call the police on them, so Jimin was relieved. Tae frowned and looked down at him.

“Hyung...you’re shaking. C’mon, lets get you out of that. Woo-Ya, Kook and I are gonna take him home when he gets changed. Is that okay?” He inquired. Ji-Woo smiled and nodded.

“It’s fine. Minjun and I can hold down the fort. It’s almost closing time anyway.” She waved them off and Tae bowed in gratitude, pulling Jimin into the back room.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he pulled the uniform shirt off. Jimin nodded, coffee still dripping from his hair. His shirt was no doubt ruined, but he couldn’t help the warm feeling of relief that filled him. He felt more appreciated each day and although he would much rather do without the altercation moments ago, he still felt his heart swell two sizes from Tae and Jungkook coming to his aid.

“Hyung, you’re spacing out.” Tae teased. Jimin blushed and both of them startled when Jungkook slammed the door to the room, storming in as he marched up to the shorter Busan native. He took Jimin’s face in his hands, checking for injuries before he made eye contact.

“I beat his ass.”

“I know. Thank you, Kook.” He cooed, pressing his cold hands on top of Jungkook’s. The maknae sent him a smile and gave him his jacket. Jimin noticed Taehyung and Jungkook kept him firmly wedged between them as they walked home.

He blushed and smiled, inhaling Jungkook’s scent.

-30 Minutes Later-

Y’know, he didn’t mean this when he said they had him wedged between them, but he wouldn’t complain.

Currently, Jimin was straddling Taehyung’s waist, both of their cocks slick with cum as they rutted against one another while Jungkook had a near bruising grip on the older man’s waist, hips slapping against Jimin’s plump ass as he rocked into him.

Shortly after he took a shower (with both of them insisting they join), the three youngest sensates stumbled into the bedroom, soaked bodies falling to the sheets. It was a flurry of hands groping at whatever they could (“We’ve got to make sure to warm you up real good, hyung”) and lips on skin (“You still taste like coffee, Jiminie. Delicious.”)

Taehyung had fucked him first, kissing the back of his neck while Jungkook stroked both his and Jimin’s cocks in unison, groaning against his lips as they kissed. He’d barely had a chance to rest before the two switched positions, with Jungkook fucking him much faster than Tae did, leaving Jimin a babbling mess as each thrust sent his cock sliding against Taehyung’s.

He leaned down to kiss him sloppily, the desperate growls leaving Jungkook’s lips behind him telling them both that he was close. The youngest leaned down, effectively sandwiching Jimin between them both.

“So pretty, hyung. You gonna cum? You wanna show Tae Tae that beautiful face when you do?” He teased, pulling Jimin’s hair so he arched up. Taehyung looked up, groaning when he saw how far gone Jimin was.

He lifted his own hips, thrusting against Jimin’s cock faster while Jungkook fucked him hard. It wasn’t much longer until all three of them came, sweat and cum running down their bodies as they collapsed on top of one another.

“Aigoo, you’re both heavy! Get off!” Tae complained half heartedly. Jungkook sent him a crooked smile and Jimin kissed his nose to appease him. They all broke out into comfortable laughter and laid together until they had enough energy to drag themselves out of bed and take another shower, making sure to change the sheets before any of their hyungs got home.

The other four came home to them cuddling in a pile together.

-3 Days Later, Genius Lab-

“Nnng….”

“Ah, you wanted to make music, Jimine. The recording won’t pick it up if you hold back.”

“T-This isn’t what I-ohh fuck yes yes-this isn’t what I meant!”

“If audio doesn’t work, we could always shoot a ‘music video’.”

Jimin was about to come up with a retort, but Hoseok picked up his pace, rolling his hips expertly as he rocked into the smaller man. Yoongi had been calmly teasing him the whole time, lazily stroking his dick from across the room as he watched the two fuck like rabbits on the couch he had in his studio.

Hmph. Voyeur.

“Hobi fuck! Right there right there yes!” He gasped, nails running down Hoseok’s back as the pyromancer hit him just right. Hoseok licked his lips and sat up, hooking his hands under the back of Jimin’s knees, holding them apart as he rocked into him.

“O-Ohh fuck fuck fuck!” Jimin threw his head back, cock leaking against his abs as his balls drew up, feeling another orgasm creeping closer.

“He’s gonna cum again, Yoongs. Look at him.” Hoseok purred affectionately, thumbs rubbing the back of Jimin’s thighs. Jimin trembled, looking over at Yoongi and whining pathetically.

“I-I want to make you feel good too, hyung. Ahh, fuck!” Jimin closed his eyes, moments away from his orgasm when it suddenly…..stopped.

He gasped in surprise, eyes flying open as Hoseok spilled inside of him again, but his own orgasm was prevented by the shadow wrapped around his cock, effectively preventing him from cumming. He panted, looking over at Yoongi as the oldest man in the room sent him a coy smile.

“H-Hyung-”

“You said you wanted to make me feel good. I would never deny my baby boy that. What kind of mean hyung do you think I am?” The DJ cooed, sending him a sly smile. Hoseok laughed tiredly, gently sliding out of Jimin. He could tell Yoongi was about to take over and he didn’t want to miss a moment.

They all loved when he got like this.

“C’mon then, Jimin. Come make me feel better, then.” Yoongi beckoned him over in a tone that told Jimin there was something more to it. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. He slid off the couch, still feeling weak from the several times he and Hoseok had fucked previously. He panted, blushing as he felt mentioned man’s cum start to leak down his thighs.

Yoongi noticed and smirked, raising his hand.

A shadow shaped like a hand scooped up some of the cum, lifting it to Jimin’s lips. The barista didn’t hesitate, flicking his tongue to lick it off immediately. Yoongi’s chest rumbled in satisfaction and he propped his head up on his chin, lips quirking as he saw Jimin’s knees buckle again as he tried to continue walking.

“Maybe you should crawl. Wouldn’t want you to fall, baby.” Yoongi offered, still stroking his cock with his free hand. Jimin nodded and got on his hands and knees, biting his lip as he felt his still-restricted cock bob from the motion.

“Oh, hyung you're a real sadist.” Hoseok chuckled, eyes trained on Jimin’s ass as he made his way to Yoongi slowly. The DJ didn’t respond verbally, but the look of satisfaction on his face told them both all that they needed to know.

He really did love using his powers during sex.

Jimin was around a foot or two away from the chair Yoongi was sitting in when the older man decided he hadn’t teased him enough. He sat up, flicking the hand that wasn’t on his cock. In moments, Jimin’s knees almost failed him as he felt something slide into his slick hole.

His cheeks went red as he watched Yoongi’s hand move, the shadow fucking him hard. He groaned, forehead dropping to the floor as he let himself be taken.

“What’s wrong, Jimin? If you wanted to please me, you should be able to crawl over here still, yes? Or does it feel too good?” He taunted, spreading his fingers apart.

Jimin’s eyes nearly rolled back as he felt it expand, growing thicker than it was before. Each thrust was a deliberate, hard jab that always got so close to his spot but never went deep enough to satisfy him. The ring around his cock was a reminder that he wouldn’t be feeling any release until Yoongi was satisfied, either.

“C’mon baby. Don’t you want your Hyung’s cock?” Yoongi teased, licking his own precum off of his fingers. Jimin nodded, slowly resuming his crawling. His mewls and moans filled the soundproofed room as he god closer and closer, body shuddering as he felt oh so close to orgasm.

It took two and a half minutes before Jimin reached Yoongi, panting as he rested his head on Yoongi’s leg, rocking his ass back against the shadow still fucking him. The man had came dry at least once and Yoongi smiled down at him, petting his head.

“Good boy, Jimin. You got enough energy to ride my cock?”

“Mmmnm.”

“Words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Yoongi.”

Satisfied, Yoongi dispelled the shadow, chuckling when he heard Jimin whine in disapproval. He kissed his cheek and picked him up, seating Jimin in his lap as he held his cock up for him.

“C’mon baby. Show me how much you want this dick.” He ordered, slapping his ass. Jimin gasped and nodded, sinking down on Yoongi’s thick dick. His eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure as he felt himself being filled again. He leaned closer to Yoongi, pressing loving kisses to his face as he let his hips rise and fall.

Yoongi kissed and bit at his neck, hands on his hips as he growled sweet nothings into his ear, the wet sound of their fucking turning Hoseok on. He noticed the irony in the situation, with him and Yoongi switching places as he now watched the older man fuck their boyfriend.

Jimin was already sensitive from several other rounds, so Yoongi didn’t tease him for too long. He could feel the man already start to float away from the sheer amount of pleasure he’d gotten that night.

Pale arms wrapped around Jimin’s body and Yoongi took over, rocking hard and fast into him as the shadow around Jimin’s cock released. The older man kept him grounded as Jimin cried out, cumming hard against Yoongi’s stomach, nearly passing out from the stimulation. Yoongi kept him tight against his chest, cumming himself once he felt Jimin’s slick walls clench around him. The strong pulse of ecstasy from Jimin pushed Hoseok into another orgasm and all of them took a minute or two to collect themselves.

Yoongi could feel Jimin crying in his arms, still not quite down from the high of sex. He cooed gently, kissing him as he picked him up. Hoseok smiled tiredly and followed him, all three of them washing off by taking a bath.

Jimin was sat between Yoongi’s legs, sleepily nuzzling his chest as Hoseok sat behind him, washing his hair. Both men kissed him periodically, telling him how much of a good job he did and he was out like a light before he even knew it.

Hoseok and Yoongi exchanged a fond smile before they carried Jimin to bed.

-3 Nights Later-

Jimin squirmed as Namjoon’s hands ran over his back. The older man had offered to give the younger man a massage, and Jimin couldn’t turn down an opportunity to spend time with him.

Plus, if this was anything like the others, he knew where this was going.

“The others really did a number on you, hm? You’ve got hickies and bruises.” Namjoon hummed, looking at the bruises over Jimin’s hips and the slight discoloration of his ass from spanking. He’d noticed the circles littering Jimin’s neck and chest when he massaged his front.

None of them would admit it, but they all had little competitions to leave as many hickies as they could and with how adamant they all were to make sure Jimin never felt excluded again, he had a few more love bites than usual.

“It wasn’t anything I didn’t like. I really appreciate everyone.” Jimin muttered, groaning in relief when Namjoon started to work a particularly tense knot out of his lower back. He hummed in delight.

“I’m glad. We really are sorry we made you feel like that. I’ve been paying extra careful attention to the links, too. I want to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” Namjoon told him, hands moving down to squeeze and knead at his ass.

Jimin blushed and bit his lip.

“I-I appreciate it.” He murmured, twitching when Namjoon pressed a kiss to his spine.

“I didn’t offer to give you a massage with the intent to fuck you, but feel free to tell me if that’s what you want.” He teased, fingers running closer to Jimin’s crack. He spread them for a moment before moving further down.

Jimin sighed shakily, feeling Namjoon’s breath on the back of his thighs. He felt bold today, so he lifted his ass, shaking slightly.

“Are you gonna deliver if it is what I want?” He inquired. Namjoon flashed him a dimpled smirk before he continued massaging the back of his thighs.

“You know I will. Just say so.”

“I want it.”

Immediately, those hands were off of his thighs and back on his ass, long fingers sliding between his cheeks to tease his asshole, chuckling when Jimin took it upon himself to spread his cheek apart, fully exposing his eager hole to the other man.

“We’ve really made you shameless, huh?” Namjoon chuckled, sliding two of his fingers into him. Jimin sighed and pressed his cheek to the pillow.

“Y-You can say that.” He murmured, his cock stirring to life as Namjoon pumped his fingers in and out, slowly scissoring them apart. Jimin didn’t need much prep since he had been so active recently, but Namjoon prefered to slowly pick his boyfriends apart before he fucked them. It was something that drove the more impatient ones mad, but they never complained seriously about his methods.

He pulled his fingers free when Jimin began rocking back, replacing them with his tongue, flicking deviously at his rim before he slid it right inside. Jimin’s fists tightened in the sheets as Namjoon’s tongue worked in and out of him. The ex-nurse raked his fingers down Jimin’s thighs lightly, humming when he felt the goosebumps rise up on his skin immediately afterwards.

Jimin’s small mewls turned into pants as minutes went by and Namjoon didn’t let up until Jimin was practically begging him to do more.

He gave his ass a playful slap as he sat up, tapping Jimin’s leg to get his attention as he unbuckled his pants.

“Turn around, baby. I want to watch your face.” He told him and Jimin blushed, hesitantly rolling onto his back. Namjoon looked down at him, his big hand wrapping around Jimin’s cock, giving him a few strokes as he lined his head up to his ass with his free hand.

“You ready?”

“Yes, Joon.” Jimin nodded, love and adoration shining in his eyes. Namjoon leaned down to kiss him, distracting him from the momentary discomfort from the initial penetration. Jimin gasped against his lips and Namjoon slid his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper.

Jimin realized Namjoon was letting him set the pace of the kiss as he slowly rocked into him and he teasingly nibbled his bottom lip, wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck. Namjoon chuckled arily and responded with a deep thrust before returning to his sensual pace.

When he broke the kiss, Jimin was panting. Namjoon kissed at his throat, and he waited for the familiar sting of a bite or nibble, but was instead met with more kisses as Namjoon made his way down until he flicked his tongue over one of his nipples. Jimin shuddered and Namjoon chuckled against the hardened bud, rolling the other one between his fingers as he relished every small gasp and moan that tumbled out of the smaller man.

“J-Joonie...Ahh please faster.”

Ah, there was the begging.

Namjoon would normally tease him for much longer, but instead, he pushed both of Jimin’s hands above his head, pinning them there as he increased his pace dramatically. The barista cried out in delight, arching his back as Namjoon fucked him. There were lips against his face, his cheeks, and even his chest and Jimin could feel he wouldn’t last as long as usual if this kept up this way.

“Look at you, baby, You’re so handsome when you fall apart for me. Look at me,” Namjoon nudged him, rolling his hips so the tip of his cock brushed against Jimin’s sweet spot with each thrust. Moaning louder and struggling to focus, Jimin looked up, finding Namjoon staring lovingly at him. The others were around him on the bed and in his lust-hazed mind, he couldn’t tell if they were actually there or visiting him through their connection.

“We love you baby. Don’t forget that.”

It didn’t matter which one said it. It could’ve been one of them, or all of them, but Jimin just closed his eyes. His voice cracked as he cried out, cumming with Namjoon. He felt the aftershocks of sex and trembled, pressing close to Namjoon when the larger man hugged him.

He rocked Jimin, kissing his head as he reached into their bedside table. They always kept tissues and wipes there for obvious reasons. Jimin shivered when Namjoon wiped the cum off his stomach and the cum from between his legs, smiling tiredly at their leader after he tossed it in the bedside trash can.

Namjoon pulled him in close, tucking Jimin’s head under his chin. Jimin happily hugged him back, the sound of Namjoon’s heartbeat being comforting. Namjoon rubbed soothing circles against his back, kissing the top of his head as he started to drift off.

“I love you guys.” Jimin murmured sleepily, eyes heavy. Namjoon chuckle and closed his eyes.

“And we love you, Jimin.” Namjoon responded, and the strong pulse of love and contentedness was something they all felt through their connections.

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The Switch pt 10

A/N: This part is a heart jerker Im sorry please forgive me everyone

Pairings: Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Summary: One woman’s dream and one man’s drunken mistake. Will things turn out ok or will things go downhill

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Y/N sighed as she continued to set out the food in her kitchen for Monet's party. Her thoughts were turning against her with Bucky's response last night.

Once the part was going, Bucky walked in, smiling at his daughter playing in the living room with her other toddler friends. Bucky looked around as she walked towards the sound of Y/N's voice. Once he reached her, he smiled and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "Hey."

Y/N smiled up at him. "Hey." She turned her cheek to him when she saw him leaning in.

Bucky pulled back and looked down at his feet. "Can we talk about last night, I couldn't sleep, the energy thing."

Y/N put her hands up and shook her head. "Bucky, No, can we just forget about that?"

Bucky shook his head. "It's worth talking about because it's something-"

Bucky was cut off by Nathan stepping up beside Y/N and sliding his arm around her shoulder, Y/N slid her hand on Natha's back. "Bucky, you remember Nathan?"

Bucky nodded and shook Nathan's outstretched hand. Bucky smiled at him sarcastically before looking at Y/N. "Where's the gift table?" He asked her, holding up a present in his hands.

"It's over there."  Y/N said as she pointed to a table in the corner of the living room that was piled with gifts for the birthday girl. Bucky nodded at her instruction and went to go put his gift down. After he put his gift down, he leaned against the wall beside Steve, watching Y/N laughing at something Nathan said. Bucky growled lowly, but Steve still heard it.

"Jealous much?" Steve asked as he looked at the grumbling man beside him, only receiving a grunt in response.

All of a sudden, a high pitched wail rang out in the apartment, causing Y/N, Nathan, and Bucky to all turn to the source. Seeing a mother grab her child who was playing with Monet. Monet continued to cry, Nathan, who joined by Y/N quickly rushed to the girl. Nathan kneeled down in front of Monet, trying to soothe the girl.

Y/N looked at the mother who pulled her child away from Monet. "What happened?"

The woman shook her head. "I don't know."

Y/N gave her steely look, tilting her head to the side at the thought that this woman had the audacity to lie to her. "Monica, you suck at lying, so tell me what happened."

Monica trembled at her steely tone of voice. "Jessica threw one of Monet's toys at her, and it hit her in the face." She said, her voice getting softer as she finished speaking.

"Get out." Was all Y/N said to the woman, turning to see Monet pull away from Nathan and running to Bucky with open arms. "Daddy!" Monet cried as Bucky leaned down and scooped up the toddler when she was in range.

Everyone was quiet for a moment before the party continued on. Everyone seemed to walk on eggshells around Y/N for the rest of the party.

Bucky helped clean up from the party. Y/N avoided last night's conversation at all costs. Once they were finished, they went their separate ways for the night.

Over the next two weeks, Y/N and Nathan went on several more dates. Nathan invited Y/N to come with him for a weekend trip up to his family's cabin in New Jersey.

Bucky was lounging on his bed, trying to find something to watch on TV when Y/N called him. "Hello?" He answered when he turned off the TV.

"Hey, James, sorry to call you this late, but there's something I need you to do for me. I'm stuck at Nathan's cabin in New Jersey, and I can't get a ride till the morning." Y/N explained.

Bucky chuckled to himself. "Of course, Y/N anything for your doll."

Y/N giggled at his use of the word doll. "You might retract that once you do what I need." Y/N sighed. "Monet is staying with one of her friends from daycare, But I just got off the phone with the girl's mother and Pepper. Her friend's mother said she has lice, so she's bringing Monet back home. Pepper is bringing the stuff you need to treat it, you got a pen ready?"

Y/N began to explain what to do as Bucky wrote them down. Once Monet and the supplies arrived, he began to do as instructed, once he put Monet to bed, he called Y/N again when the little girl put up a fight on going to bed.

"Bucky? What's wrong?" Y/N asked sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you, but Monet won't go to sleep." Bucky said softly in the doorway to Monet's bedroom.

"Ugh, she hasn't done that for a while. Ok, put me on speaker so she can hear me. When I'm done, she will be asleep, so just tuck her in and make sure you take the baby monitor." Y/N said on the other end of the line.

Bucky nodded and put his phone on speaker. "Ok, she can hear you."

Y/N sighed and cleared her throat, once Bucky heard her began to sing, he felt time stand still.

"Hush now, my baby, be still love, don't cry.

  Sleep as you're rocked by the stream.

  Sleep and remember my last lullaby.

  So, I'll be with you when you dream."

Y/N hummed softly to give herself a breath.

"River, oh river, flow gently for me.

  Such precious cargo you bear.

  Do you know somewhere where he can be free?

  River, deliver him there."

Y/N hummed again, the intramental part from memory. Bucky smiled at the sound and looked over at Monet, who was smiling, dreamily at his phone.

"Brother, you're safe now and safe may you stay.

For I have a prayer, just for you.

Grow baby brother, come back someday.

Come and deliver us too."

Y/N finished singing, causing Bucky to look at his phone, then he looked back at the now sleeping Monet. Bucky tucked her in and grabbed his phone and the baby monitor before he walked to the living room. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" She asked sleepily, smiling softly at the sound of his voice.

"Where have you been hidin' that voice doll? Also, where's that song from?" Bucky asked, sitting on the coffee table the fear of lice getting to him.

Y/N giggled softly. "I've always had the voice, just never sang in front of people before. The song is from the movie The Prince of Egypt. Monet, fell asleep when that song came on, so I've always used it." Y/N said.

Bucky knows she's tired so he told her to go to bed, Bucky went to sleep after the call ended.

Y/N walks into her apartment the next morning to see Bucky with a clear shower cap on his head. Obviously giving himself a lice treatment, talking to a babbling Monet in a highchair as he made pancakes. Bucky looked over to see a smiling Y/N leaning against the counter.

"Hey!" Bucky said, causing Monet to look at her mother.

"Mommy! Dada pancks." She said happily, making grabby hands at Y/N who walked over to pick her up.

"I see that, my little Monkey." Y/N said as she pressed a kiss to Monet's head.

Y/N walked over to the playpen in the living room and placed Monet in it before she turned and headed back to the kitchen with Bucky.

"Cute look." Y/N said, pointing to his shower cap as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Bucky chuckled. "Oh, this-" He said, gesturing with his spatula. "I was starting to feel itchy, so I used a little of the shampoo."

Y/N chuckled. "You don't have lice, and I really thank you. Thanks for taking care of her."

Bucky plated the last pancake and smiled at her. "Yeah, you're welcome. How was that weekend?"

Y/N leaned against the counter, taking a drink of her coffee. "It was good, it was really beautiful. It's quiet, It's on the lake. Were going in like two weeks and taking Monet."

Bucky looked down at the floor to hide his disappointment. "Wow, it's getting serious, huh?"

Y/N nodded, taking another drink to also hide her own disappointment. "We're actually talking about maybe moving in together sometime." Y/N looked up at Bucky, who was about to say something. "Don't! Don't ruin this for me."

Y/N got up from her leaning stance and stormed to her bedroom to put her stuff away. Bucky checked on Monet, seeing her playing with her toys before he followed after Y/N.

"He started the year married to someone else. Look, he's obviously going through some crap, and maybe he doesn't realize it, but it looks like he might be using you and Money to cushion the blow." Bucky said as he walked after her.

Y/N turned around and glared at him. "You know for a second I actually that thought that you'd changed, but you haven't. I'm trying to move on with my life, and you are exactly the same. The truth is, I'm actually happy." She lied, so what, sue her. It's not like he would know.

Bucky looked at her. "Are you?"

"Yes!" Y/N nodded furiously. "Nathan is a good guy. At least I'm trying to let someone in, you should try it sometime." Y/N turned around. "Just leave, James. Just leave."

Bucky felt his heart drop at her use of his first name, more so than before, with a sigh he turned around. Once he reached the living room, he saw Monet making grabby hands at him, he smiled at her sadly before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Not now, baby girl." He said sadly before walking to the elevator.

"Daddy!" Money cried as the elevator doors closed on him, he felt his heart break, and for the first time in a long time, he let himself cry.

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Dating Bucky Barnes Would Include...

Hello everyone! I hope you enjoy! This is my first time with this kind of writing so I hope it’s not too confusing or anything -Selenophile ALSO!!! ENDGAME SPOILERS!!! BEWARE IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THE MOVIE YET!!!

You met him at Tony’s funeral. Tony Stark was your best friend, as you two met in college. You knew one day he’d be a big hero so you kept in contant with him even after he became the one and only Iron Man.

You were taking in the scenic view of the lake when someone walked over to you. He smiled at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back, even if it was a weaker smile.

“I lost my best friend too, yknow” Was the first sentence he ever said to you. From there on, you knew he was the one

You’re first date was at a coffee shop in Manhattan, near Stark Tower

He listened to you ramble on about your life, and you listened to his quiet comments on his.

Bucky was always a great listener. Especially when you told him your favorite activity.

That’s where he took you on your second date. He was more open, more excited to be there. You laughed, had fun, and recieved a gentle kiss on the cheek for helping him make a memory he’ll never want to forget

You decided to take him to the movies for your third date, as he told you he loved movies back in the day. You introduced him into the world of romantic comidies. Let’s just say he was THRILLED

“Man, I want a relationship like that” you responded with “Keep dreaming old man”

He liked it when you called him that. It makes him laugh, and you love to hear his laugh. It’s so light and gentle in a sense.

Little did you know that night you’re life was becoming a romantic comedy

You and Bucky enjoyed some adult fun and my, you don’t regret it.

You woke up that morning to see Bucky not by your side. Your heart was broken, but then you heard the clashing of plates down in the kitchen

You walk out in Buckys shirt. This is the day he calls you “doll” for the first time. It sends shivers up your spine and makes your stomach flip. You can’t help but giggle

He hands you a lovely pancake breakfast. When you ask him about last night, he almost melts into the floor

“It was the most fun I’ve had in a long time...” He tells you, and you can’t help but smile “I think you had more fun watching the movie”

That day included LOTS of cuddles and romantic comidies. He started coming over to your place regularly to either make fun of stupid ones or enjoy the surprisingly wholesome ones.

Eventually he just moved in. You were of course more than happy to have him. He was so helpful around the apartment.

You told him it was okay to sleep together in the bed but he promised you it would be better if he slept on the couch. You would realized why he offered to do so.

It was 2:28 am when you heard a screaming type noise. Not loud enough for other neighbors to be concerned, but enough for you to literally fly out of bed and to his side.

He was sitting up, drenched in sweat. His breathing was more labored and his beautiful green blue eyes would not focus.

“Nightmare?” You asked him softly, rubbing his arm gently. He nodded and leaned into your gentle touch.

“I’m a monster. No matter how hard I try to be good I will always have a part of him”

You then take the time to explain how he’s not a monster and how EVERYONE has demons, but it shouldn’t be a controlling factor. You invite him into bed. You lay your head on his chest. You expect to feel a warm hand of flesh across your back but you feel a colder one of metal.

Bucky would not trust you to get anywhere near his metal arm. Even if you brushed it walking past him, he would ramble apology after apology. You never thought the once quiet Bucky could ramble on end about something so Insignificant

But him putting the metal arm on your back ment he trusted himself with you. He knew for however long he was with you, he wasn’t going to snap. He has control.

He thanked you for “everything” and placed a soft kiss upon you head. You followed with a thank you kiss on the cheek.

Both of you gave each other a “im so lucky to have you” kiss straight on your lips

His red plump lips perfectly interlocked with your lips, it was like you two were made for each other. Like Two pieces in a puzzle. You raised your hand and made sure to cup his cheek gently.

You pulled away briefly to exchange the words you have been dying to tell each other

“I love you” you tell each other at the same time. It was so perfectly in sync, you almost lived in your own rom com

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Sincerely, Yours

Lie To Me Sequel

Pairing: Yoongi x f. Reader (ft Ji Soo)

Type: angst, fluff, smut

Warning: mentions of sex, vulgar language and mentions of alcohol use.

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Chapter 6

The next morning you woke to Ji Soo cuddling into your neck, his arms wrapped around you as he covered one of your breasts with his hand. “let’s go eat.” you groaned as you tried to wiggle out of his grasp. “I’ll make you breakfast.” You got free and he smiled up at you, his exposed upper body as the duvet covered his lower body. “I’ll be right out kitten.” He smirked, stretching his body as he watched you get dressed before leaving the room to head out to the kitchen. “Morning,” jungkook was starting to make coffee, his eyes lighting up as he saw you. “Morning ggukie,” you smiled, walking to the cabinets to grab the pans to start cooking. “Hey, next time I say not in my bed.” Seokjin entered, yoongi following behind. “I mean it.” His finger pointed at you. “Oh, don’t worry.” Ji Soo joined, immediately going to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist to kiss your cheek. “We fucked on the couch for a moment before your door,” His fingers tickling you slightly. “And then your floor.” He joked. Seokjin groaning as he shook his head in disproval. “we heard.” Jimin came in with a disgusted face. “louder than anyone I swear.” He added as he stole a pancake from your plate. “can we stop talking about this.” You whined, your eyebrows furrowing as you flipped the pancake. “awe kitten, they’re just teasing.” He kissed you passionately. “What’s the plan for tonight?” Ji Soo looked at everyone. Hoseok finally waking up to join the kitchen. “we have family game night, unfortunately you’re not family.” Yoongi mumbled as he shoved the eggs into his mouth. Your eyes look up at him as he focused on his food. “That’s not fair,” namjoon started. “You bring Jess.” He finished and yoongi shrugged. “Not this time,” he answered back. Namjoon looking at you as you just glared at Yoongi. “that is okay, I’m sure my kitten will let me take her out Saturday?” His arms were still around your waist. You turned your attention to him, he looked down at you with soft eyes. “of course.” You nodded before he kissed you again. You could feel him smiling against your lips.

“How do you cheat at uno!” Seokjin yelled, hes won every game since you all started playing. “I don’t fucking know but you are.” You scowled as laughed, He won again. throwing the cards down as you lifted yourself off the floor. “Im going with taehyung.” You grunted, making your way to kitchen. “He cheating again?” Taehyung snorted as you pouted your way into the kitchen. “Yes!” He slide you a drink and giggled at your attitude. “You know better.” Yoongi laughed at you. He was slightly buzzed. “Why didn’t you let me bring Ji Soo.” You glared daggers at him. “Because I didn’t invite Jess, I wanted this to be just us.” He sighed at you, he grabbed something out of his pocket and slid it over to you. “I don’t know if you still want this, I forgot I kept it.” It was your locket. You stared at it for a moment and shook your head. “I’ll put it in my jewelry box, thanks.” You grabbed it, sticking it in your pocket. “are you going to date him?” He placed his hand over yours. “I don’t know.” You tried slipping your hand away. “fucked him and don’t even know if you want to date him.” His remark made you yank your hand away. “Jesus why do you care,” you snapped. “You got mad at the whole jungkook situation and now you’re judging me about Ji soo.” He frowned at your outburst. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He sighed. “Just worry about your relationship and I’ll worry about mine.” You left back to the living room, sitting next to hoseok. “Do you like that pretty boy.” Hoseok slurred next to you. “I heard you guys.” He shrugged sadly. “Not you too.” You sighed as you attempted to lift yourself up but hoseok grabbed your hand. “no I’m not judging you,” he pulled you down next to him. Wrapping his arm around you. “I just thought we’d get a chance,” he mumbled. He was very much wasted. “Maybe alternate universe yn is with me.” He whispered and fell asleep pretty quickly. “alternate universe me would’ve been smarter at love.” You rested your head on his falling asleep within minutes.

The next morning everyone had massive hangovers. You were still asleep on the couch with hoseok when taehyung tapped you awake. “Ji Soo wants to take you to breakfast.” Taehyung handed you a cup of coffee as you lifted yourself off the couch. “what time is it?” Your head pounding. “hoseok, go to your room.” You tapped his leg. Hoseok groaning as he lied correctly on the couch. “When did Ji Soo call?” Your eyes burned from the lights. “about ten minutes ago.” Taehyung shrugged. “I told him I was making coffee and I’d wake you up when I was done.” Taehyung wandered off. You got ready as quickly as your body allowed. This was probably the first time you had done your makeup in a while, the first time you’ve been on an actual date with someone you were comfortable with. When you left seokjins room, Yoongi was in the kitchen alone. You were in search of the other boys to say you’d be gone. “Oh,” you paused as you noticed only him. “Where is everyone?” You asked, Yoongi looking at you quickly but taking a double take as he saw you all dressed up. “Where you going?” His voice slightly strained. “Ji Soo wants to take me out.” You looked around not meeting his eyes. “Tell the guys I’ll be back.” You ran off and he watched you walk off. Ji Soo was already waiting outside for you. His body leaning against his car as he watched you walk out. Smiling as brightly as he could. “Kitten, you look beautiful as ever.” He walked over to you. His arms wrapping around you as he lifted you up in the air. “I have the biggest hangover.” You pouted as he put you down. “is that you saying you don’t think you’re beautiful?” He smiles as he walked you over to the car. “Because I will tell you every hour.” He opened your door, motioning for you to enter. “Where to kitten?” His grinned at you, his hands on the steering wheel as he watched you. “you are the one who wanted to take me out.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him and he giggled. “I have a plan, but if there was something you’d want to do, I’d pick yours first.” His response making your heart flutter. “surpise me.” You sat up, your back straightening as you felt spoiled. “anything for you.” He turned his attention to the road.

You arrived at this all glass building, shocked seeing as you lived in this state for years and never once been to it. “How long has this been here?” Your voice excited as he opened your door. “almost a year,” he took your hand in his. “what is it?” He giggled at your reaction to the building. “A museum.” Your eyes shot up, confused by what he meant. You’ve been to nearly all museums in the state and never heard of this one. “I’ve never heard of this one.” He lead you up the glass walkway, you mouth letting out squeals as feared you’d break the walkway. “don’t worry kitten, they won’t break.” He laughed at you. A big sigh of relief at you reached the top. “close your eyes.” He stood behind you, ready to lead your way. “good morning, sir.” You could hear a voice greet. “everything is ready for you and your love.” He added and you felt Ji Soo let go momentarily to shake the mans hand. “Thank you,” a cloth wrapped around your closed eyes and your hands immediately flew up to feel the foreign fabric. Ji Soo reassuring you everything is fine. “mr. Kim, building is now sealing.” A voice over startled you, your hands trying to remove the blindfold but Ji soo holding them in place. “It’s okay, relax. I promise it’ll be worth it.” He calmed you down, the curiosity killing you. when Ji Soo removed your blindfold, you were in awe of the glowing glass that was surrounding you. It was like a fairy tale. The way each art piece lit up and was unique to its own. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. “what do you think?” He smiled, his arms wrapping around your waist as you stared in awe. “It’s beautiful,” you finger reaching up to touch the teal glass in front of you. “No touching kitten,” he pulled your hand back down, lacing his fingers with yours. “is this all glass?” You questioned, Ji soo smiling as he walked with you down the hall. “Oh my god,” a pink glass culpture catching your eyes. “Ji Soo this is beyond beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like this.” You paused, “well I’ve seen glass art,” You shook your head. “But this is beyond beautiful.” Your heart fluttering at the way you caught him smiling at you. “I think you’re beyond what beauty can handle.” Ji soo glaring down at you. “You’re just being nice because you finally got to fuck me after 5 years.” You giggled, ji soo pressing his lips to your cheek. “when I first met you, you were the prettiest girl I had ever seen.” He sat you down at the nearby table. “but the prettiest girl whose heart was taken by a boy who was too stupid to realize.” His hand holding yours. “and then you dated this guy, getting over the foolish boy.” he reached his hand up, caressing your cheek. “the boy was stupid to let you go, but I hope that I can help you feel the love you deserve.” You were frozen, you didn’t know what to say. “and I will not rush you kitten, if I have to wait another year for you. You know I will.” Ji soo kissed your nose. Pulling you back up. “Come on kitten, there’s so much more to see.” The rest of the time Ji soo took you around the building, your mind being blown by the beauty of all the glass art. It was unique and different to anything you’ve ever seen.

You had been gone nearly all day, you arrived back home after dinner and Ji soo kissed you goodbye. When you got inside, you kept your back against the front door, your finger trailing along your lip as you smiled thinking of the kiss. “you were gone all day.” Taehyung appeared, “You look happy.” He smiled, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Yes, have you ever been to the glowing glass art museum?” Taehyungs eyes widening as you both walked into the kitchen. “no, why?” He questioned. “Ji Soo took me there it was beyond beautiful. Nothing I’ve ever seen.” He froze, looking at you shocked. “yn that place is 600 for one person.” He explained and you froze. “what!” You yelled, both of you ignoring him. “yeah, it’s expensive because everything is so valuable.” He explained as he walked around the counter. You jumping on the counter to shout. “Taehyung we were the only people there!” You yelled, “is he crazy!” You added pulling your phone out to yell at him. “Ji Soo has had a crush on you since he met you, he would do anything for you.” Taehyung slide you a cup of tea. “yeah he explained that, but renting out the whole building for a date.” You whined. “He is insane, i don’t need all that.” The phone stopped ringing and he laughed over the phone. “Hello, kitten.” His voice ringing through your ears. “Kim Ji soo, how much was the museum date.” You screamed, Yoongi grunting as he left the kitchen. “don’t worry kitten, I know how much you love art. nothing in this world comes close to what you’re worth.” You could feel your cheeks flush at his compliment. “you’re lucky you’re cute.” Ji soo laughed at your comment. Talking to you a bit longer before you both hung up. When you entered the living room all eyes were on you. “What?” You stopped in your tracks. “nothing.” Namjoon teases, a smile on his face. “You seem happy that’s all.” Seokjins voice was calm. “I am.” Your voice was quiet. All boy but Yoongi smiling at you, his focus was on the tv in front of him. “I’m going to bed, but tomorrow we can go to the city?” You asked, “maybe shop for a bit.” The boys nodded as they bid you goodnight. You were supposed to leave in a nearly two months, except Ji soo didn’t know and now you weren’t so sure if you wanted to, but what about taehyung? After all he picked that school because of you.

[benhaardy]

fresh || b.h.

REQUEST: an imagine where the reader is friends with ben from her first year of highschool, and they stay friends through till sixth form, before they move to uni they confess their feelings for each other and it’s all fluffy and nice💖💖💖

A/N: helloooo thank you for sending me a request i hope i did this justice!! im super rusty but here goes!!!!!! i feel like a noob cause i dont really know how drama clubs function sorry but this is how the clubs i’ve been in kinda functioned during a free time period yknow? also i hope i got the school stuff right lol im aMeRiCan. yeet i would loveeeee some feedback because this is the first time ive ever written in second person so uhhh hit up my askbox! also i am basic and do not know anything about high school plays so they do romeo and juliet i apologize, yes it is basic and all quotes from it are taken OUT OF CONTEXT so uh just-just disregard romeo and juliet the play and characters and yeah whatever.

i tried my hardest to make this neutral for the reader so hair, eye colour, skin, shouldn’t be a problem though there is some playing with your hair tho lol.

Y/HT means your hometown.

had a blast writing this, thank you for sending in a request <3333. hope you like!

Wordcount: 2.1k

Warnings: fem!reader, one or two bad words?, p fluffy and also l o l rusty writer right here. this wasn’t proofread and was beta’d halfway so apologies for any inaccuracies or typos.

fresh

Isabel led you down the long hallway, fluorescent lights beaming down upon both of you as you walked. She looked behind at you, encouraging and cheerful as always. As you made your way to the drama room, you clenched your fists and breathed deeply. You had joined the drama club at the encouraging of Isabel, wanting to finally make more friends after a few days of being in this new school, this whole new place. Everything was different here, but maybe you could have one constant in this close group of people. You were nervous. It showed. She reassured, “Don’t worry, Y/N. We’re probably, like, the most relaxed people on this campus. You’ve got nothing to worry about, alright?”

You nodded at her, a tight smile on your lips. Hopefully, she was right. Though you’d always known drama kids to be loud and fun, you couldn’t help but shake that self-conscious feeling inside.

She opened the door for you both and let you enter before her into the room. The walls were painted black and had colourful drawings and paintings hung up on them which were student made. In the middle of the room were at least 15 people either sitting in chairs or scattered about on the ground. They were all doing their own thing. Some people were acting out scenes with each other, others were just talking amongst themselves or playing around. Two boys were in the corner kicking a football at each other while reciting A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

“Everyone? Welcome Y/N to the club!” You waved shyly at them and their exclamations at your presence. “Come over here with me,” said Isabel, who showed you over to an open seat in the middle of the room, next to a blonde boy. His face lit up at the sight of you coming to him.

“You must be the great Y/N Izzy’s always talking about!” He patted the seat next to him where you sat down. “I’m Ben.” He grinned at you, pearly whites shining. Ben adjusted his beanie and sat nonchalantly, hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Y/N,” you replied. You were still on edge but Ben seemed nice enough. You two sat for a little in silence, watching the chaos of the club in motion. Isabel had left to kick the football with the boys.

“So Y/N,” he piped up, ”tell me about yourself.” He sat forward, intent on listening to whatever you were gonna say.

“I moved here from Y/HT. I was never really into drama before now, I guess, but I used to act when I was younger. Isabel convinced me to join again ‘cause I’m still trying to find my way around here,” you replied, a small, nervous laugh following your words.

“Well, you’ll always be welcome here! I joined after I got injured and I fell in love with acting. I hope you stay.” Ben grinned at you, a glint in his eye.

--

Three years had passed. Three years of plays and lawless drama kids and Ben. You had grown extremely close with him, hanging out as much as possible, helping each other with your lines, and staying near each other during rehearsals and meetings. Both of you were attached at the hip. You were more at his house then you were at your own.

You had simply just fit. Snug and at home with each other. Snug enough that you had grown to have feelings for him. You prayed that it was just those normal feelings that people have for their best friends, where they were teetering dangerously over the line of romance but stayed safe, still platonic. Your prayers were not answered and you had fallen, hard, for your best friend.

It was hard to hide your feelings, hard to hide when he was so kind. Ben was willing to hold you up when you were low and willing enough to know pretty much everything about you without forgetting what you liked and what irked you. He hosted you at his house with no problem. Though you did the same, it was great knowing someone would give that same love back.

He was so affectionate and always greeted you with a grin and a kiss on the cheek. “Darling,” “love,” and “angel,” were synonymous with your name at this point. Ben invited you out to grab food, or watch a movie, or go shopping, and he always paid without fail. When you left his presence, when you looked down upon yourself, “I love you’s” from him were always, always there. Ben embraced you with open arms, in a figurative way and literally.

He was home. Simple as that.

Your friends summed it up when they said that you and Ben were like,”an old, married couple.” His warmth spread into your heart and now it felt like it was squeezing it. Squeezing it and then dropping it on the floor. Multiple times. Strange enough, you hadn’t changed much on the outside. You were still the same old Y/N around him but the second you got home, everything changed. You sat at your desk, head in hands. You were supposed to be doing homework but that was thrown out the window once you hung out with him that day, your mind taken over.

On those complicated nights, you contemplated telling Ben everything: how you planned out your words so you wouldn’t say anything stupid around him, how you sat alone with your thoughts at night just thinking, thinking about him, how his “I love you” made your heart pang with longing and fondness. You were worried everything would change. Even though you knew if you became a couple, nothing would become any different than before.

You could not take that chance. You couldn’t risk losing Ben.

--

You were laying down on Ben’s chest, him propped up on his backpack against the wall in the drama room. Both of you were reading from the script in your hands. His chin was on your head and you could feel him mouthing the words to his lines. He was playing with your hair mindlessly, this affection, again, extremely apparent. You turned your head to look at him and poked his cheek, to which he responded by puffing out his cheeks. Both of you laughed and resumed your routine, watching your ever chaotic drama mates be loud and rehearse, all in preparation for your last ever play before university: Romeo and Juliet.

Ben was cast as Romeo and you, Juliet. Before, you both had preferred taking side roles. You two were hidden gems, the quiet ones, but Isabel had pushed you to try to take the lead one time. Everyone was working as hard as ever to make the play special; a fourth of the club was off to uni after this year.

He put his arms around your waist, squeezed your body tight, and nuzzled his face into your shoulder as you read out loud, “O gentle Romeo, / If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.” He read his part and you both read until Juliet had to leave.

You could feel Ben’s chest go up and down as he breathed steadily. It was as if there was no one else in the room other than you two as you practiced your lines. You recited,

“And yet I wish but for the thing I have:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea,

My love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have, for both are infinite.”

--

Tonight was the last performance of Romeo and Juliet. It was extremely bittersweet. You could see how everyone had improved in their methods over the years and today was the last demonstration of that, the last day everyone would truly be together like this. Everyone was going to different universities, all for different reasons and majors. Romeo and Juliet was your final curtain.

Ben’s family came to you after you dressed out of your costume. They gave you flowers and sung their praises at your performance. They gave you a ride to the diner where you were to meet with the rest of the club to celebrate your successful performances.

Both of you shuffled into a booth in the corner along with the other 4 members who had their last performances sat with you. You and Ben ordered your normal stack of pancakes and fruit. He had his arm around you the entire time, switching from your shoulder to your waist every once in a while as you both conversed with the rest of your uni-bound friends. Your friend who was sitting on yours and Ben’s side left to talk with the lower classmen. Leaning against Ben, you put your feet up on the rest of the booth.

“Hand me my makeup wipes, yeah?” You asked Ben, pointing back to your bag on his side. You heard him rummaging around in your things.

“Here, love.” He gave you the wipes and you wiped off all of the heavy stage makeup, undid your hair, and shook it all out. You sat up again and looked up at him who looked as if he was watching you closely. It was only one second, though. Only one second.

--

Your food had come, the meal had been had, the cheerful crying at your third-to-last goodbyes to your group had ceased and now you and Ben were walking home together through the park close to your own house. The ground was wet with rain, though thankfully, it had subsided and there were no clouds lightening the night sky. The moon was full, the grass was dewy, and there was potential in the air. A spark.

As he walked alongside you, you thought of how his kiss during the play had stuck on your lips and how his hand tightly clasped in yours while you professed your love felt. Though the words of Juliet just flew through you, it all felt real, even with the period costumes and lights and stage. His lines were simply just that. Lines. Words that were written 400 years ago, in language from 400 years ago that he acted out on stage to you and you back to him. But it just felt real, much too real. You were alone with your thoughts once again, the subject of them standing just right beside you in silence himself.

“Y/N?” Ben piped up.

“Yes?” You looked at him looking up at the sky.

“Don’t you think how crazy it is that three years ago we met, we talked about why we joined the club, and you were really only here on a whim? Now tonight, it’s our last performance in this group ever. And you weren’t even sure if you wanted to stay! We’re here now and I was Romeo and you were my Juliet and—I just feel as if everything’s that led up to us being here was so special. Like you were meant by the universe to join the club, sit next to me and talk to me and be my best friend. You were a blessing, Y/N, my blessing, and I just-”

Your smile grew and grew and grew and your pulse quickened and everything felt wild. Absolutely, motherfucking wild. Your limbs were jelly. There were alarms going off in your brain “You just what, Ben?” You said softly, tears at your eyes at his lovely, lovely words. He turned to face you as you both stopped underneath a lamppost, the light and the moonlight softly illuminating features. Your best friend stepped closer to you. “You just what, Ben?” You now whispered, seeing his own gooey smile and his eyes, filled with tears, drop down to your lips and back up again to your eyes.

“I just—I love you, Y/N,” he whispered. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, Ben.” Your grin was wide enough that it squeezed the tears out of your eyes. “I’ve loved you since, like, year 11!” You laughed while wiping away the wetness from your face.

He blushed and took your hand in his. “I got a crush on you two months after we met, dude.”

“No freaking way, Ben!” Your eyes went wide. He liked you for this long? And here you were contemplating everything, overthinking everything!

“Yes, way!” He laughed. “I didn’t want to leave it until we left to uni together because I know I’d be agonizing over it. They say uni’ll be the best years of our lives so… why not start it out with a bang? In more than one way, if you know what I’m saying…” he said playfully, winking. You rolled your eyes and made an attempt at pushing his shoulder, but you both snickered at his joke.

“I love you, Ben. Seriously.”

“And I love you, Y/N. Seriously.”

[kissydolans]

the boys forget your birthday- dating Grayson imagine.

NOTE: hope you guys like this, if you’re interested in a part two PLEASE let me know :) my requests are open. xo

Warnings: cursing, pg-13 smut nothing detailed.

“ughhhhh” an annoying buzzing sound wakes you up and you know even before you open your eyes that it’s coming from your phone

“hello?” you say still not having opened your eyes

“happy birthday y/n!”

“haha thank you mom. Though i would’ve liked to sleep in as a present”

“sleeping in on your birthday is overrated; there’s too much celebrating to do!” you smile at her optimism this early in the morning, but your mom had always been a morning person- a trait that was not passed to you. “so did i make the cut? was i the first person to wish you a happy birthday?”

“well seeing as how you woke me up, yes you were” you sit up and decide to be awake

“Get up and call Grayson, i’m sure he was waiting for you to call first so he wouldn't wake you up.”

“you’re probably right because he actually loves me.” you say jokingly

“oh honey, i love you too, he’s just nicer than i am. we still have plans this weekend to celebrate right?”

“absolutely mom, love you”

“love you too, honey. happy birthday”

“thank you, bye mom see u saturday”

Birthdays stopped meaning something to you a few years ago but your mom always loved birthdays and tried to make them special, you don't know why you stopped liking them, it was kind of something that just happened after awhile. you didn't dislike your birthday it just wasn't something you expected much from.

feeling awake you decide your mom was right and call Gray

“Good morning babe!” he answers slightly out of breath. You can tell by the way he’s breathing and the noise in the background that he was working out.

“Morning!” you give it a few seconds of silence before you realize he’s not going to say anything else and it’s technically your turn, plus, you called him. “well, uh, i just wanted to say good morning, i know you’re busy so i’ll let you go.”

“ ok baby, i’ll text you in a bit?” he said it like a question, you tried not to overthink that.

“yeah of course. i’ll be here”

“ok, love you. bye” and the call ends. “bye”

you try not to be disappointed because you’re the one that doesn't make your birthday a big deal but this was your first birthday while dating Gray. Last year when you and Gray and Ethan were all just friends they had a big party at their house and it was great. They had a cake and they didn’t push you into the center of attenion. It was just a good time with everyone; it was exactly what you could ask for. Gray and Ethan love birthdays so you were surprised he hadn't said anything. Your mom had invited both Gray and Ethan to her house for dinner this weekend for your family birthday celebration just this past weekend and they had both agreed to come.

your morning went by fast from showering and getting ready deciding on a cute outfit incase you decide to go out but it was secretly because you were hoping Gray did remember and you wouldn't have to change when you go out.

you decide to go out to the kitchen and see a ‘it is your birthday.” banner that you and your roommate always used when it was either of your birthdays because the office was always something you watched together. it made u smile and you snapped her a pic and captioned it with a heart so she knew you had seen it. she snapped u back almost immediately in her work uniform and a cheeky smile on her face captioned ‘check the microwave’. Chocolate chip pancakes, your favorite. you ate in glee and checked the time on your phone. it had been almost 2 hours since your phone call with Gray and he hadn't texted or anything. you swallowed your disappointment but decided to continue your morning like it was any other day. After a couple hours of watching tv and obsessively checking your phone you got a snap from Ethan and opened it. “come over when u get up and come hang out with me, Gray isn't here and I'm bored, plus i have something for you”. You smiled to yourself as you grabbed your keys and ran out the door.

your mind raced as you drove over there, maybe Gray did remember and he and Ethan were going to surprise you, or, at least, Ethan remembered. He was one of your best friends after all.

When you got there you went ahead and walked in, the boys would always give you shit whenever you knocked.

“E?” you yell in the unusually quiet house

“NO! FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?? FOURTH?! I WAS SO CLOSE!”

you rolled your eyes and smiled, you knew exactly were that was coming from

“fortnite? why am i even surprised. did u even go to bed last night?”

“okay mom.” he replied and you mocked him and stuck out ur tongue back at him.

“your room is filthy” you say looking around at the laundry and water bottles literally everywhere

“ugh u sound like Grayson” he said laying back on his bed and u sat on the foot of it.

“yeah were is he anyway?” you asked, realizing that gray really wasn't there.

he shrugged his shoulders “he went to work out this morning and said something about meeting up with Bryant but other than that i have no idea.”

“hmm”

“i need to get out” he said sitting up before continuing “do u wanna go get lunch or something?”

“yeah sure that sounds really good, i haven't ate since this morning. April went all out and made pancakes” you said hoping he’d take a hint.

he didn't catch on “okay i’ll drive because u drive like a tiny old woman and i would like to get lunch before dinner.”

“choke” u said jokingly, squinting your eyes at him while he laughed back at you.

“before we go, you said u had something for me? did i forget something or..?” you were trying to play coy but once again Ethan didn't catch on.

“yeah actually-” he reached over and grabbed a yellow sweatshirt from the nightstand next to him “-gray said you accidentally left this here and if u came over, to give it to you because you would want it back.”.

you took it from him “oh, right, uhh thanks” you said a little let down.

“no big, lets go.” he said getting up and walking out.

lunch with ethan was nice, but it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. you guys did this pretty regularly. after your quick trip he decided he was going to take a nap before Gray got home. you considered staying there, maybe taking a nap in grays bed or something but you started to get upset. Ethan and Grayson were your best friends and neither of them remembered your birthday. Grayson was your boyfriend and he didn't remember. you decided to just go home and take a bath. you tried to get in a better mood but it didn't work, you were mad at yourself for being mad and you were mad at the boys for forgetting. your phone buzzed.

‘hey babe sorry we haven't talked much today, no real excuse just planning a shoot with Bryant for the new merch. maybe I can come over later ;)’ the text was sweet enough but it just left u disappointed. you decided not to answer for now and put in your earbuds and started to clean the apartment, for whatever reason, cleaning was distracting for you. and time consuming. by the time u had finished the sun was down and the stir fry you had made for dinner was done. your stomach was in knots and you decided not to eat but you texted your roommate that you had made dinner and it was in the fridge for her when she got off. you decided to sleep it off deciding that you just wanted the day to be over. it was a bit earlier than you usually went to bed but today that was fine with you.

April beelined her way straight to the fridge when she got home from work- not even bothering to warm up the stir fry before starting to eat. She was surprised that you had been home to make it in the first place. The apartment was silent when she got home so she assumed y/n was out with Grayson. She saw your yellow sweatshirt on the counter and decided to throw it on your bed for you because she knew it was the one that she liked to wear to bed because you always said it smelled like Grayson. when she got into your room she was shocked that you were in there asleep, not only that, but you were alone.

“Ape?” came a tired voice from a mound of blankets

“Hey birthday girl! sorry i didn't know you were home, i was just gonna leave out your sweatshirt for when you came home”

“ ’s okay” y/n said sleepily.

“why are u home? its only like 8:30 i figured you’d be out and stuff? Where’s Grayson? Did you guys get in a fight?”

“not really”

“not really?”

“he forgot”

“he forgot what?” her eyes widened in realization “HE FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY!?”

“yeah, can we just talk in the morning? i just want to go to bed. thank you for my pancakes” you yawned

“yeah in the morning”

“mkay” you said already falling back asleep

April walked out and closed the door “im gonna kill him” she said to no one in particular already pulling out her phone.

Grayson decided to head over to y/n’s. April had sent him a weird text telling him to come over because he had forgotten something. Y/n still hadn't texted him back from earlier but he assumed that she had just forgotten or maybe something had happened to her phone since April was the one telling him to come over.

A wave of nausea froze his chest whenever he walked into the apartment and saw the banner.

“oh fuck”

April was sitting at the counter on her laptop when he walked in “yep.” she replied cooly “she's asleep in case you were wondering”

“i knew- i knew i was forgetting something today. I thought maybe i had a training session this morning or that i had made plans with Bryant or something. i knew it. FUCK! DAMMIT!” he yelled, practically pulling out his hair. he couldn't forgive himself for this. his beautiful girlfriend had spent her birthday all alone because he had forgotten her birthday. he felt so awful he could cry.

“did u not just hear me say she was asleep?” april hissed then rolled her eyes and sighed, deciding to take pity on him because he looked genuinely sad.

“i’m not the one you need to explain to.” she said taking a kinder tone

he ran a hand through his hair and practically ran to her room

she was asleep just like April said, her hair almost entirely covering her face but Gray could tell she looked sad. Grayson wanted to evaporate, but mostly he wanted her to be in his arms, he wanted a whole do over on this day. another wave of nausea hit him when he saw that she wasn't wearing his sweatshirt that she always wore to bed, she must be really mad at him, he felt the tears well up in his eyes and he walked over to the bed.

You woke up to someone lightly brushing your hair away from your face. You knew it was Grayson, it was something he did all the time to wake you up.

“Gray?”

“it’s me”

“hi”

“hi baby”

“it was my birthday today” you don't know why you decided to tell him, the day was almost over and it didn't really matter now, but you wanted him to know all the same. most of your anger had faded in your sleep just like you had hoped but you still felt a bit sad.

“i know baby” you could hear the sadness and guilt in his voice

“you do?” you yawned. “april,  she-“ he decided not to explain “y/n, i am so sorry i am so so sorry”. “its okay” you pulled him closer as he sat down on the bed, he was warm and he smelled good and you looked up at him and realized he was on the verge of crying.

“it’s not okay, i forgot . i just forgot?! how could i forget? it was your birthday. and you didn't wear the sweatshirt and i know you’re mad at me and I'm so- I'm so sorry”

you sat up and wiped Gray’s eyes “i was mad, i-i’m not anymore. I didn't not wear it on purpose, i was just tired. and now I'm freezing. Could you pass it to me?”

he hopped up quickly and passed it to you at watched you strip from your shirt and put the sweatshirt on and pull your hair back. it made him feel better, but only slightly.

“baby please come home with me, we can sleep in my bed and watch a movie. i could make us dinner or we could still go out? its only about 9:30 and this is LA things will be open for awhile!” he was rambling already grabbing for his phone. you walked over to him pulling him into a hug. he relaxed into you and rested his chin on your head “ i love you” he breathed just hoping you’d say it back. “i love you gray” you replied with no hesitation. He leaned back to look you in the eye and he kissed you gently and quickly “i’m so sorry”. “i know” you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss you deepening it this time, you had missed him today. His hair was soft and his lips tasted like peppermint. you pulled him to the bed with you and he layed on his back and you rested your head on his chest like you always did. “let’s just sleep here tonight, we can think about the rest tomorrow.” he nodded and softly rubbed your back and kissed your forehead, you both fell asleep quickly.

the next day Grayson woke you up with a breakfast he made ‘all by himself’  to which April yelled from the kitchen ‘LIAR!’, “ignore her she’s slowly losing her mind, it’s really sad” he joked and you smiled back taking the plate, and he leaned down to kiss you which you happily returned. “Baby i just wanted-“ “Gray you don’t have to apologize again. i know you’re sorry i forgive you.” you said, and you meant it. You knew Grayson loved you, and you were a little embarrassed of how angry you had gotten even after claiming that you didn’t care about your birthday. He looked at you in such a loving way that it gave you butterflies you wished would stay forever. he sat on the bed and urged you to eat while the food was hot, you happily obliged. “i know that you don’t care about your birthday but i do, i love birthdays, you know me! And i love you i want you to have a great day everyday but your birthday is supposed to be special and i just- i fucked up. Even though u forgive me i did fuck up. and i want to fix it.”

you wanted to tell him that he didn't have to do anything but your mouth was full, you went to cover your mouth to speak anyway but you were interrupted “no talking with your mouth full you’ll choke. We’re doing this today, no excuses. you smiled and swallowed. “ok bossy what’s on the agenda first today, then?” he smiled at you but it quickly changed into a naughty lip bite and he wiggled his eyebrows and you felt your core begin to warm. “i was thinking-“ he paused to take your plate and put it on the nightstand behind him before climbing on all fours to hover above you, your faces almost touching. “-i could fuck you, right here until your toes curl and you lose your voice screaming my name” it was barely a whisper and your faces were almost touching. you forgot how to breathe. “Or-” he said rolling off of you, your throat immediately betraying you by softly whining. He laid on his back next to you, smiling and put it hands behind his head to look up at the ceiling “we could go mess with E and tell him what a bad friend he is for forgetting your birthday.”. You immediately climb on top of him, straddling him, stripping off the sweatshirt to bare your chest, catching him completely off guard. You smiled to yourself and leaned down to whisper in his ear “What would you rather do?”. You kissed down his jawline to his adams apple and looked up at his shocked face that immediately spread into your favorite smirk. He grabbed you flipped you over so he was back on top. 

There was no need for him to answer.

[nickmpreg]

tag game

tagged by: @shewasthewind (you stinky lil snake)

Lasts

1. drink - water

2. phone call - therapist’s office 

3. text message - a friend

4. song you listened to - waving through a window

5. time you cried - hhhheeuhh like when my friend told me i wouldn’t have cared if she killed herself

Ever

6. dated someone twice? - yes unfortunately 

7. kissed someone and regretted it - nope

8. been cheated on - yup

9. lost someone special - y u p

10. been depressed - was diagnosed with it in 2016, i’ve been getting better at managing it since then

11. gotten drunk and thrown up - i don’t drink,,

Favorite colors

12. orange

13. very light purple

14. pastel yellow

In the last year have you-

15. made new friends - yuppers, jess and roger

16. fallen out of love - not sure

17. laughed until you cried - yes,,

18. found out someone was talking about you - yeah i did, they were being a homophobic ass and i started laughing rlly hard

19. met someone who changed you - uh yes,, i met 2 new people who actually made me feel confident about my sexuality 

20. found out your friends are - not the best emotional support

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list - i don’t have fb

General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl - dont have it

23. do you have any pets - yep!! i have a boxer named roxeanne and 3 cats

24. do you want to change your name - i’d like to legally change my name to kari but i don’t look like a kari lol

25. what did you do for your last birthday - invited a friend over and we laughed at old yearbook photos

26. what time did you wake up today - 11am

27. what were you doing at midnight last night - making fun of my sister for making pancakes at 12 in the morning

28. what is something you can’t wait for - my official change to catholic school

29. when was the last time you saw your mom - right now,, she just walked in the door

30. what are you listening to right now - my mom and sister put groceries down

31. have you ever talked to a person named Tom - yes,, i talk to him almost everyday,,, he’s called my dad

32. something that’s getting on your nerves - the fact that my wrist was sprained for 2 days and now it doesn’t hurt and i don’t know why it was sprained in the first place

33. most visited website- youtube, deviantart (always have it open) and tumblr

34. hair color - like a dark brown with some light parts

35. long or short hair - it goes to my shoulders so long i guess

36. do you have a crush on someone - thought i did but i dont even know

37. what do you like about yourself - my double jointed arms,, they fun to freak people out with

do you want any piercings - eh not rlly

39. blood type- do you think i know that

40. nicknames - snake, rat, bitch, slut (all brought to you by @beepbeepbitchesarecrazy )

41. relationships status - sad and alone 

42. zodiac - sagittarius

43. pronouns - she/her

44. fave tv shows - stranger things, old spongebob episodes mostly, and documentary now

45. right or left handed - right

46. ever had surgery - no and i’d be too scared to get it

47. tattoos- i want one but i dont have any

48. piercings- none

49. sport - i did softball for like 2 years do that count

50. vacation- i wanna go back to nyc

51. trainers- nvjjdvjnn

More general

52. eating - i had 3 pancakes this morning,,

53. drinking - i was drinking water but now i need more

54. I’m about to watch - nothing bc im reading

55. waiting for - america to get nuked already

56. want - to have a pretzel

57. get married - i’d like to get married but im not too sure

58. career - meteorology or animation, either one works

Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses - hugs

60. Lips or eyes - eyes

61. Shorter or taller - why can’t they be my height???

62. Younger or older - older, i feel weird liking someone younger,, maybe if they’re like a few months younger i’d like them but idk

63. Nice arms or stomach - idk

64. Hookup or relationship - relationship

65. Trouble maker or relationship - trouble maker gnndsjjd

Have you ever

66. kissed a stranger - nope

67. drank hard liquor - no but i did drink wine once and i literally spat it out

68. lost glasses - thought i did, but they were on my shirt

69. turned someone down - i guess

70. has sex on the first date - i’ve never had sex oops

71. broken someones heart - i dont even know bc the dick said that a lot but would always say he was lying afterwards

72. has your heart broken - yeet

73. cried when someone died - yeah

74. fallen for a friend - i dont even know bro

75. been arrested - no??

Do you believe in

76. yourself - i guess

77. marcels - i dont know what that is truthfully

78. love at first sight - nah

79. Santa claus - n o

80. a kiss on a first date - sure

81. angels - nope //am an atheist,, kinda ironic how i’m going to catholic school right??

Other

82. best friends name (s) - jess, roger, sometimes sidney but she a lil brat

83. eye color - brown

84. favorite movie - IT, book of henry, and incredibles 2 if i could see it thx 

85. favorite actor - jack dylan grazer, finn wolfhard, and jaeden (basically everyone involved with it and stranger things tbh)

tags: @peachywise @20gayteeneds @thetheatregal @blacklodgebeautyqueen @itchytoaster @beepbeepbitchesarecrazy //i just chose the first few tags

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

"i know you can’t cook for shit so i’ve been bringing you dinner every night, just, y’know, to keep you alive" w/ hidge please i'd die and also draw you fanart of it

THIS WENT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED BUT IM HAPPY 

Here’s the fanart:

Her mother always said a girl had to learn to cook. Ofcourse, Pidge had insisted she had more important things to do, and she wasn’tpart of gender stereotypes anyway. Anyone could survive off of dinner invites,fast food, and microwave dinners.

Except she didn’t want to. When she’d been dating Hunk, he cookeddinner every night and made breakfast for them every Saturday. Her personalfavorite was his breakfast fried rice with Spam and breakfast sausages. Healways  let her sleep in and gave her acup of coffee when she woke up so she could join him to eat on the couch asthey continued whatever show they were binging.

They’d broken up on… somewhat amicable terms. She didn’thate him. And he didn’t hate her, at least she didn’t think so. She did have todrop off anything she had of his at the apartment he was rooming at with Lance.He still talked with Matt from time to time, but they worked together. Still,even Matt didn’t seem to be able to villainize Hunk.

It was a complicated breakup. They didn’t have time for eachother at all. Pidge was busy with school and work, exhausted by the time shegot home. That only made her cranky, and she’d nitpick at anything Hunk did ordidn’t do. She knew she was doing it, she just… couldn’t stop.

Then Hunk had met someone else through his cateringbusiness. He’d mentioned her as an offhand comment, a new acquaintance. ButPidge noticed he was on his phone more, that he didn’t bug Pidge to find morefree time anymore. Which on the one hand was good, but on the other… well notso much. She hadn’t gone crazy or anything. She didn’t check his messages orstalk his social media. But she noticed he was happier.

She asked him about it. And Hunk, who never lied to her, andswore he never would, told her the truth. There was nothing more than afriendship between himself and Shay. But he was ashamed to admit he had to becareful to keep it that way. That he’d nearly made mistakes in the times he metup with her. But he’d never acted on it.

Pidge had simply nodded, kissed his cheek, grabbed her keys.She claimed she was going to get a coffee to clear her head and energize herfor her studying. Which she did. But on the way back, she couldn’t stop thetears that had come out of nowhere and had to pullover. A cop had stopped forher, asking if she was okay. When Pidge explained she was just a littleemotional, the officer had offered to escort her home. Pidge thanked her anddrove home with a cop tailing her.

She’d gone into her home to find Hunk asleep on the couch,in the same spot she’d left him. She’d woken him up, tears threatening to spillall over again.

“This isn’t healthy,” she whispered. “I think… we need toend this.”

He’d protested, but Pidge made points out of their lack oftime, Hunk’s already wandering eyes, the fact that she knew she could beinsensitive when she was stressed. She didn’t want him to start hating her, andshe didn’t want to risk hating him. Not when she loved him so much.

And now, here she was, nearly a month without a singlehomecooked meal, attempting to make pancakes. It shouldn’t be this hard. Therewere instructions on the damn box, she was an engineer for crying out loud. Butshe couldn’t make a stupid fucking pancake.

She cursed as the smoke alarm went off again and stared atthe burnt piece of- God she couldn’t even call it a pancake- on the pan. Shesighed and decided if she and Hunk were supposed to be friends still, it wasokay to ask him to help her. Right? She needed food. Healthy food. Not KraftMac N’ Cheese or Stouffer’s one-person lasagna.

She bit her lip and grabbed her phone.

***

The consistent chiming of his phone was what woke Hunk up.He groaned and sat up, fumbling for his phone. He was a little confused whenthe phone showed “Katie” because he didn’t know a Katie. Except he did… he wasjust used to calling her Pidge. He unlocked his phone and scrolled up.

The last message had been about two weeks before when shelet him know she’d left a box of his things at the door. And he’d told her totake care.

Now there were more.

So uh, this is alittle weird… but I’m super hungry but…

There was a picture of something black and charred in a pan.

I KEEP BURNINGEVERYTHING!!!

Pls help me. I’mstarving & haven’t had a homecooked meal in weeks.

I just want somefucking pancakes.

Hunk laughed to himself, feeling something fond in his chest.He typed back, telling her he’d be there soon.

Thank. You. So much.

He smiled at his screen and shook his head as he got up toget dressed.

A half hour later, he was knocking on Pidge’s- Katie’s door,holding his breath. It would be the first time they see each other since theybroke up almost two months ago. The door opened and he saw Katie wearing anoversized yellow sweater and sweats, her hair pulled into a small ponytailwhile the smaller strands fell out messily. She looked embarrassed, and keptpushing her glasses up, only to pull them back down the bridge of her nose.

“Uh. Hey,” she greeted.

“Hey Pi- uh. Katie. Good morning. I was told my culinaryservices were needed.”

She grimaced and opened the door further. “You’ve beenwarned.”

Hunk laughed and walked in. “Come on, it can’t be that-Whoa.” He cleared his throat and took in the kitchen. There was a messeverywhere, and it smelled of burn… something. “You weren’t kidding when yousaid you burned everything.”

“Nope,” she answered. She looked over at him, her expressioncompletely blank. “Fire alarm went off. Twice.”

Hunk suppressed a smile, but failed because she nudged himand groaned. “Okay, well, first thing’s first,” he said, opening the fridge.“When’s the last time you went grocery shopping?”

Katie looked around as though the answer would be somewherein the kitchen. Hunk chuckled and grabbed his keys, nudging her gently towardthe door. “Oh this should be fun,” she grumbled.

***

Arriving at Wal-Mart felt… nostalgic. Hunk got a cart andPidge walked beside him, comforted by their height difference. While the carride had been comfortable because of horrible singing and laughter, being atthe store felt different. Pidge felt nervous.

“So how’ve you been?” she asked as they started for the backwhere the frozen things were.

“I’ve been okay. It’s holiday season, so everyone’s callingin for catering.” She nodded, recalling how busy he could get during theholidays. “I’m saving up to open a restaurant. They have an empty building nearthe optometrist you go to. So I’m trying to lease it.”

“No way,” she said with a smile. “Seriously? You can startthe restaurant there?”

“Well, I know a lot of chefs. Shouldn’t be hard to getwaiters and waitresses. I’m not missing much.”

“Hunk, that’s… really incredible, oh my God.”

Hunk smiled at her and raised an eyebrow. “You seem sohappy.”

“I’m happy for you! I know how long you’ve wanted to dothis, and it’s gonna come true for you!” Hunk held her gaze and smiledappreciatively. Pidge cleared her throat and chuckled as she saw a hat displayin the clothes section across from the food section. “Look!” She grabbed alarge sunhat with edges so wide they seemed to scream “Personal space please.”

“Oh boy,” he laughed, leaning against the cart.

“Put one on,” she said.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Hunk!” He chuckled and looked at her. “Well,” she said,putting on a southern belle accent. “You’d never believe what I heard Susan sayduring Sunday’s mass.” Hunk hummed and raised an eyebrow. “She said hercasserole was better than mine!”

“Don’t blame her none, Miss Katie, you probably burned yours.”

Pidge’s jaw dropped, and she swatted at his arm as shelaughed. “I mean you’re not wrong,” she said in a normal voice. “I love thesehats. They’re so ridiculous.” She put the hat back and gestured to a different aisle.“I’m done with frozen. I can’t have another Marie Callendar’s pot pie.”

“Okay, well, what do you want to eat?”

She sighed and shrugged. “It’s hard to want to make stuffwhen it’s just me, you know? Right now I just really want pancakes and hotchocolate. And like, I know the hot chocolate is just hot milk and the packet,but it still doesn’t taste like you make it.” She looked away and busied herselfwith boxes of cake and cookie mixes set out for Christmas celebrations.

A few seconds later, Hunk said, “Okay. So today we make chocolatechip pancakes from scratch. When you want to make something else, I can helpyou out again.” Pidge looked back at him, dubious. “Come on, Katie,” he said witha smile. “Get into the cart.”

“In the cart?” he nodded and she clambered in, cross legged.Without warning, Hunk began racing between the aisles, making Pidge gasp andlaugh nervously. “Whoa-whoa! Oh my gosh!” she laughed and held onto the sides,wincing as they narrowly missed a few displays. “Hunk, you’re going too fast!”

He came to an abrupt stop and she held herself in place,laughing breathlessly as she looked up at him. “That was never a problembefore.”

Pidge’s eyebrows went up, her cheeks reddening. She turnedand kept her eyes on him refusing to back down. “I’m hungry. Now is not the timefor sexual innuendos.” She sat and pointed. “To the chocolate!”

Somehow, the search of a few simple ingredients took themnearly two hours, and Pidge had forgotten she was hungry in the first place. Bythe time they got back to her place, it was past noon. But she still wantedpancakes.

Hunk began listing the different measurements andtechniques, but Pidge was just enjoying herself by watching the way he mixed.It was quick like he was barely even thinking about what he was doing. Heworked quickly with no mess. Pidge envied it.

He began to pour the batter into a pan, spatula in hand andPidge sat herself on the counter beside the stove. She was in charge of passingthe bowl of batter to him. She bit her lip and rested her head on the cabinetsbehind her.

“So…. Shay’s cool with you doing this?”

“Sh-Shay?” he questioned, looking over at her.

She smiled and shrugged, looking away. “Uh, Lance told meyou guys started dating.” Hunk pursed his lips and looked down at the pan. “It’scool. Just… don’t want to cause any problems.”

“Things with her didn’t… work out.”

“Oh?” Hunk chuckled and shrugged, placing a couple ofpancakes on a plate. He gestured for more batter, but Pidge didn’t notice. “Why?Did something happen?”

“Does it matter?” he asked, gesturing again.

She shrugged and swung her legs. “I’m just wondering. If we’refriends, we can talk about this stuff, right?”

Hunk sighed and stood in front of her, hands on either sideof her on the counter. “You’re supposed to be learning. Not gossiping.”

It was one of those rare moments when she was at eye-levelwith him. “Oops,” she breathed. Hunk smiled slightly and Pidge bit her lip. Sheprobably seemed nosy.

“She’s not you,” he whispered. Pidge looked at him in shock.

“But… you said-”

“I know what Isaid, Pidge.” She took a sharp breath at the sound of him using her nickname again.“But just because she was pretty…. That’s not enough. She was nice and funny,but a lot of girls are. But you’re…. You’re so insanely smart, and beautiful anddetermined and strong and…. No one comes close you. No one ever will. You were morethan just my girlfriend. You were my best friend.”

Pidge let out a shaky breath and gulped. She leaned forward,her arms over his shoulders and very slowly tilted her head. Hunk shut his eyesand leaned forward to meet her lips. It didn’t last as soft and innocent.

They’d been without each other too long. Starving for eachother. Pidge was shaking with how badly she’d been craving him. To hold him, tolean against him, to feel his warmth, his lips. Hunk’s arms wrapped around hermiddle, holding her tightly.

She only pulled away when she needed to breathe, forehead pressedagainst his. “I never should’ve let you go,” she choked past the knot in herthroat.

“And I never should’ve left.”