#like him blushing at jacks smiles and feeling giddy about his joy

[nopeferatu]

UGHGHGHH i think that everyone who loves brokeback mountain needs to read this fic rn. i'm reading through it again for the hundreth millionth time since 2022 and i still love it to bits

[the-fiction-witch]

... I've killed an angel

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader + Jack X Belle (Dodgerfox)

Rating Sweet + SAD!

I stood at my small stall in the Port Victory Street doing some business with the people in town. The sweet sun beat down harshly, as usual, enjoying the pleasant day. 

"Morning  Y/n," I heard,

I glanced up and saw Doctor Jack Dawkins as he headed over to the stall, in his dusty brown shoes, faded brown trousers, washed out and tattered white shirt with strained cuffs on his sleeves poking out his jacket sleeves, his blue textured waistcoat, his straggly green tie tucked into it, his purple patterned jacket and his black velvet hat on his head. He smiled and gave me a wave as he made his way over. 

I blushed hard and adjusted myself, fixing my green cotton dress brushing off some dust and dirt from the day, and pulling my braid of  Y/H/C hair over my shoulder a little. 

"G-Good Morning, Jack," I greeted with a warm smile, 

"You alright?" he asked warmly,

"I'm alright, everything okay with you?"

"Same as usual, You coming to the cat and the bagpipes tonight? I need my back up especially with Darius still sniffing around." 

"I don't know I have a lot of work to do,"

"Aww work's more fun than cards with me is it? Come on  Y/n I need you, Angel," He said as he came close and fixed some of my  Y/H/C hair from my face, "Please," He pouted giving his pouty puppy eyes, 

"Course, how did seven sound?"

"Perfect, I'll see you later then." He said starting on his way but he turned back, "Actually."

"Yes, Jack?" I asked excitedly, 

"I think you know what I'm gonna ask," he smiled wickedly, 

"what do you need?" I jokingly rolled my eyes, 

"You think you could get your hands on some beeswax?"

"Why?" 

"Hey! That happened to the no judgment part of our deal?"

"Alright, I'll see what I can do, when do you need it by?" 

"Whenever you have time  Y/n," he cooed and headed off on his business. 

I blushed and got on with my work making a note of what he wanted. 

I smiled as I headed to the cat and the bagpipes to play cards with Jack, Darius and whoever else was there tonight, I saw Jack waiting outside so I headed over with a smile. 

"Evening Jack,"

"Evening, you seem chipper tonight?"

"I like playing cards with you," I smiled, "Ohh here I found you some," I said handing over the beeswax candles I found for him out of my pocket, 

"Ahh, you are an angel,  Y/n," He smiled happily taking them and adding them to his pockets, kissing my forehead. 

"What do you need them for anyway?"

"Hey, you know our deal. I don't ask how you find stuff you don't ask why I need it." 

"Alright fine, come on let's get going." I encouraged going to head inside but I noticed he was looking, I thought for a moment that he was staring at me and I blushed hard feeling so giddy with joy to see him look at me with such sweet loving eyes, "Ohh, Jack... You're staring?" I giggled,

"Hum? Ohh uhh yeah I uhhh I guess sorry she uhh she's just -" He explained shaking himself out but immediately returning, 

"She?" I asked turning on my heels to see the busy street with various people heading away for the day I saw a sight. 

Across the street, a woman stood in a beautiful impressive red plaid dress, with sweet blonde curls and a lady-like hat and parasol, she walked on the arm of the governor as they went about some business. 

He was looking at her, not at me. 

And I felt my heart shattering to see him looking the way I had always wished for him to look at me, but he didn't look at me. I have been standing and waiting by his side for so long but now he looks at a girl he doesn't even know the name of that he sees briefly across the street. 

"shall we go then?"

"Yeah, Yeah I uhh I'll meet you in there okay," He said as he walked away heading down the street,

"Jack-" I began but he was already gone, 

I sighed and headed in sitting at the table and starting the card game without him, I played a few games wondering and worrying where he was until finally, Jack arrived, "Hey, You finally joining us?"

"Yeah, sorry." He said sitting down beside me and we started a new game, 

"You okay?"

"Yeah, fine." He answered as he took his lucky coin from his pocket and began his usual trick of tossing the coin between his fingers as we plaid, 

"What did you have to do?"

"Nothing  Y/n," he chuckled and we got on with our game, 

"...Alright," I sighed,

I got on with my work at my stall doing my business for the morning,

" Y/n," Jack greeted as he approached,

I smiled widely as I hadn't seen him in a few days odd as I was used to seeing him daily, "Morning Jack,"

"I have a little job for my angel." He smirked leaning on my stall, 

"Oh?"

"I need you to go do a little whisper searching, a little recon, a little digging for me,"

"Digging? around what am I digging? Are you trying to find out Sneed's secrets again? cause I keep telling you he's a very boring man he doesn't have interesting dirt to dig though," I chuckled, 

"No, No not Sneed." He said, "Belle."

"Humm?"

"Lady Belle Fox. I want you to... do a little digging for me."

"For what exactly?"

"I wanna know... What she's like, what she is interested in, her little secrets and such like, Come on your good at this stuff." 

"I will have a dig but why do you-"

"You don't judge that's the deal." He said, "Come on, Please" he pouted,

"Alright, when do you need it by?"

"As soon as possible." He winked, "You're an angel, I'll see you soon." He said before he headed off, 

I didn't like doing this but I knew I wanted to do as Jack had asked me, I snuck my way to the governor's estate in my cloak. I found my way into her room and dug around for information about her but I didn't need to dig for long her room reminded me of Jack's, filled with surgical diagrams, and equipment, Belle's room showed her lack of care for art, for music the often frivolous lady things, she was focused, driven, wrote to surgeons overseas, kept medical journals of her experiments.

... all of it froze me to my core, to think of how she and Jack would be so perfect together. 

How much he would surely love her.

I got what I needed and headed to the hospital where I found Jack in his room waiting for me, 

" Y/n!" He perked up getting to his feet from his bed where he had been laid with his waistcoat and tie gone, "Did you dig?"

"I... I did."

"Well, what can you tell me?"

For a moment I considered lying to him, telling him lies about her to try and convince him to completely stay away from her but I couldn't bear to do so. I told him the truth, I told him everything he wanted to know and he couldn't be happier. He held my arms and kissed my forehead.

"You are an angel." He smiled, "Thank you,  Y/n,"

"You're welcome," I nodded,

"I need to get to work then," he smiled,

"I uhhh I'll let you get on then," I said trying to hide my feelings forcing them away and forcing myself to leave before my pain overflowed.

I got on with my work as usual on my stall, I missed Jack more than anything but I hadn't seen him in weeks now. Not even in passing, but I couldn't bring myself to go and see him especially without a reason to. I felt like... He'd abandoned me. 

When I packed my stall for the day I noticed a book in my box, I was meant to give it to Jack a while back when he asked me to find it for him and I never did give it to him. So I packed up and headed to the hospital book in hand, I went up to his room but I found it empty, so I went to his ward and again found it empty, I checked the theatre but still empty, I was confused wondering if perhaps he was out. But as I wandered the halls and corridors at last I found him, in the morgue cutting open a body, with Belle beside him. She looked beautiful in her black dress their hands connected and bloody as he guided her and aided her, his head inches from her shoulder. 

"Somewhere in there is how we think, and feel," she said, As she watched the surgery they worked on, "And Love,"

"And die,"

"It's so much more than plumbing"

he smiled to her giving her this look of utter devotion, the look I had always wanted, "Oh-  Y/n."

"Hi, Jack,"

"what are you doing here?"

"I uhh I have that book, you were looking for," I said stepping closer fixing my hair and offering him it,

"Ohh! right! course. Sorry, I forgot I even asked you too look for it for me." he laughed, "Thanks." he said, almost cold, No angel, no kiss, nothing. 

"Y-you're welcome," I nodded trying to fight back tears as I turned around and headed out, 

"Right on to the next thing Milady." He said to her, 

I began to walk out and by the time I was at the hospital entryway, I was balling tears flooding down my face and my feet were causing me to run, bursting out the door and quickly finding a wall to try and hyperventilate. 

That's it. 

I've been replaced. 

I had been doing my best to deal with everything, but it wasn't going well, I hadn't seen Jack in ages, he hadn't come to see me at all and I missed him so badly, I knew I couldn't wait anymore I had to go and tell him the truth, tell him how I felt. So I slipped on my cloak and headed through to the hospital I checked his ward, he wasn't there, I checked his room, he wasn't there, I went to check the theatre but the door was locked that's odd? so I went around into the prep room door and thought there to go in that way I stopped short. 

I looked through the prep room glass window into the theatre, and I saw Sneed on the table knocked out for his surgery. Lady Belle on one side of the table, Jack on the other. The surgery hadn't begun yet so I planned to rush in but- 

Before I could even move I saw this moment in slow motion, as they leaned in, leaning over the table and even if it broke my heart into a million pieces I saw as they're lips met and they kissed. 

My mouth fell open and I wanted to scream but no sound came out. 

Tears flooded down my face.

I turned and ran out of the hospital onto the darkening streets, through my tears and broken heart I accepted it, finally and completely. 

He loved her, and I was nothing. 

I went home and I cried for what felt like weeks, unable to even leave my bed. 

Slowly I accepted that I had to get on, make money, and pay my way, even with a shattered heart. I tried to rationalize it by feeling happy, that Jack had found someone he could love so utterly, that he and Belle were happy together, they'd be together in love, get married, have a house with surgical equipment everywhere, little blonde doctor children and live a happy life. Even if that meant I wouldn't get what I wanted, even if I wasn't a part of this life he was to build. 

I got on with work at my stall when I saw a sight that... even after this time still brought me such pain, Jack walking arm in arm with Belle down the street he barely noticed me the two walking past like I was nothing, just another market girl. But he stopped,

" Y/n?"

"Hi Doctor Dawkins," I answered part of me hoping he wouldn't have to stop, 

"Hi, Sorry I haven't seen you Everything has been so busy at the hospital."

"That's alright,"

 "You know I uhh I'm going out for cards tonight, if you wanna come?"

"No, I uhhh... I'm busy tonight."

"Oh, Really? you never miss cards come on."

"I really can't I'm sorry,"

"Shame. Alright then. But as I see you I do have a little job for you."

"Ohh I uhh I don't do that sort of thing anymore."

"wh-what?" he chuckled,

"I don't do that sort of thing anymore Doctor."

"You don't?"

"Jack we should be going we have to be back at the hospital for Mr Martin's amputation," Belle spoke up,

"Yes, just one second." he told her, "You really don't do it anymore? but it's always been your little job? You're my angel? and what's all this doctor stuff? what's going on with you?" 

"Y-You should really get going."

"...Alright, we're not done talking about this." He says the two heading off, 

I had hoped it was over, that he would simply forget. But I saw as they walked away heading to the hospital, I saw a black carriage the horses going crazy, the carriage heading through the town on a course. But I couldn't let it happen I bolted across the market and shoved Jack and Belle out of the way hearing them both complain as they hit the dirt. And I screamed as my body hit the carriage and the earth. 

" Y/n!" I rushed over as the carriage hurried off, I picked her up in my arms seeing her bloody and her body broken, her green dress stained with her blood and the muck of the carriage wheels, her  Y/H/C hair cascading around her, her pale skin even more so than usual, her Y/C/E eyes looking up to the meet the blue sky. " Y/n,  Y/n," I muttered,

"she- she pushed us out the way," Belle spoke up as she came close,

"She pushed us... she saved us..." I muttered already tears welling up, "Get a cart we have to get her to the hospital now!"

She nodded and quickly fetched one so I picked  Y/n up and carried her in setting her in the back, 

"You're gonna be okay, it's all okay, I'm gonna fix you, It's all gonna be okay angel I promise," I told her, 

She couldn't speak, she could barely look at me, we rushed her to the hospital and into the theatre where both Belle and I worked attempting to piece back together her mangled body being careful not to damage her further having given her a decent dose of morphia to dull the pain, 

"Jack..." Belle spoke up as she held  Y/n's neck and shoulder her pale skin purple, red and swelling by the moment, and I knew what the issue was,

"No. No. say it isn't so."

"... If we don't the bone will continue to pinch her jugular-"

"and it'll kill her." 

"But if we reset it-"

"We have a fifty-fifty chance we miss nicking the jugular which if we nick... she bleeds out and dies." I finished and she nodded, 

"what do we do?"

"...I... I don't know." 

"If we do nick it... can we sew it with surgery?"

"Not the jugular if we nick it she has two minutes maybe before she bleeds out or drowns in her blood. I'm fast I'm not that fast. not on sewing a jugular." I explained, 

"I-I'll give you a moment," she said heading out leaving  Y/n and me alone,

" Y/n,  Y/n.  Y/n angel please, please just open your eyes for me." I pleased her holding her head in my hands, she heard me and slowly opened her eyes staring at me with those Y/C/E orbs her breath harsh as she could barely deal with the pain. " Y/n, There is something we have to do, if I don't do it you'll die, but if I do... it's a coin toss if you'll survive. I-I can't make this decision on my own. I don't want to rush you but uhh time is an element here,"

"Jack..." her voice breathy her hand came to stroke my cheek, "I loved you."

"wh-what?"

"I loved you, from the first moment we met. I never was an odd job girl... I just did whatever you asked me no matter how foolish."

"You- You did that for me?"

"I did. Becuase I loved you, and I wanted to do whatever you asked to try... and make you look at me." she gasped, 

"If you loved me why have you been so distant?"

"Becuase I watched you fall for her."

My heart broke as she told me,

"I watched you fall for her, Love her, I watched her take up the place I dreamt of, I saw you look at her how I always wanted you to look at me."

"why didn't you tell me? if you had just told me we-"

"What?"

"We could have been together, I love you of course I love you, I've always loved you. You're  Y/n. My  Y/n. My odd job girl. My sweet sweet compainion, My Y/C/E eyes siren, My card partner. My- My angel." I explained through my tears, "If you had just told me we could... we could have been together."

"It's too late."

"It's not too late-"

"But I'm not her." she gasped, "and I can't replace her in your heart."

"But I love you..."

"And you love her, but you can't love us both." she said, "and you'd be happier with her-"

"You don't know that, you don't know that I wouldn't be a million times happier with you." 

"I can't make you choose between us, that isn't fair." she said, "...like this moment, there is nothing you can do, no choice you can make, without the risk of hurting one of us." 

"I don't want to hurt you, or her."

"I'm not making you. I'm letting you be happy."

"You can't make this decision for me."

"Please, Jack... Just let me go... you can't let me live in a world where I will never have the man I love,"

"what if I choose you? what if I pick you? We can get married, have a house, a family everything you've ever wanted, if I made you feel loved, if I told you how much I love my angel for the rest of our days,"

"Then that's not fair to her is it?"

"She's a lady she has a thousand suitors."

"But there not you. She's perfect. I knew that the moment I met her you couldn't give her up for me Jack."

"what if I want to. What if I want to give her up, to be with you?"

"I will not have her broken heart on my hands," she gasped, "I know that in this world I can't have what I want."

"I want you to have what you want. I want to love you, I want to be with you."

"Jack, please... don't make this harder." she pleaded, "let me go please, let me go and I'll be happy to know you're happy."

"You cannot ask this of me." I pleaded between tears, " Y/n, please. Angel. I love you, and I am a doctor both are reasons I can't just let you die in my arms."

"Please Jack," she begged, "Go, be with her, build a life with her, give her everything she has ever wanted, I ask only... for one kiss, and for you to hold me and look at me as I go, like I'm the only girl in the world."

"I-I will." I nodded even if it broke me apart, I held her close and kissed her sweet lips as I did I felt this horrible agony as I felt a firework a feeling I had never felt before, Belle might be perfect on paper but  Y/n gives me a spark I can't feel with anyone else. But it was too late. As I kissed her I did as she asked and I purposely reset the bone making sure I nicked her jugular immediately seeing the pain wash over her, watching her skin turn red the agnory in her eyes. I counted the seconds as I kissed her again, I stroked her cheek and I looked into her sweet eyes with the look of the purest and sweetest love I could give her, I looked at her as if we were all that mattered, all that existed. And she was all that I wanted. "I love you, I have always loved you, My sweet  Y/n, My Angel. I love you now. And I will love you until I am on the ground beside you." I whispered to her, "I will find you, in the next life, and I will show you all the love I should have given you in this one," as I watched the life leave her eyes and I held her in my arms, as I saw her into the next life. 

As soon as her heart stopped, I felt this agony, this crippling pain like my own heart was ripping apart, tears flooded down my face as I kissed her one final time her lips cold and the spark... gone. 

"Jack?" Belle spoke up as she had returned, she had seen what I had done and heard what I had said to  Y/n, her eyes teary. "What have you done," she whispered, 

"... I've killed an angel," I answered, 

[h0tchner]

go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

[sister-morticia]

The Night We Met (Eric Draven x Reader)

IM BAAACK, here have some fluffy Eric x Reader

Requested by @ateliefloresdaprimavera​

This one is for you, darling! So sorry it took me so long to get this out <3

Halloween, 1993 

Y/N watches on as Eric strides out of the bathroom, steam curling from his skin, his hair damp. He has a towel wrapped around his waist and he looks over to his wife, smiling ear to ear.

 “We mustn’t keep them waiting, darling,” Y/N coos as she fits an earring snuggly at her lobe, pushing the long red strands of her wig from her face. “They’ve been looking forward to this all year.” A smile echoes on her lips when she hears her husband’s amused chuckle from behind her. She feels his warm arms encase her and she melts into the touch, closing her eyes for a fleeting moment. 

 “You look blue,” he murmurs against her ear, his breath hot against her neck. He stifles his laugh against her skin and pulls her close to him. She is, of course, painted head to toe in blue body paint. She rolls her doe eyes at his bad joke and pulls away from him to add the finishing touches to her costume. She dabs more black gloss to her lips as she traces tip of her eyeliner in cross-stiches along her mouth and manages to say, “Are you going to get into that suit or am I going to have to stitch you into it?” 

 Eric is already at the other side of the vanity, pulling on a black shirt. His black and white striped suit hangs on the doorknob, ghostly still. He pulls his hair back from his face, considers his profile a moment and clicks his tongue in confirmation. He slides into the suit with ease as Y/N watches on in amused admiration and begins working on his make-up. He starts the cross-stitches along either side of his mouth to match Y/N’s, a perfect pairing of Jack and Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas. His suit jacket clung to his frame perfectly too, and Y/N stood mouth open at the sight of him.

 “Oh, Eric!” she squeals, “They’re just going to love it!” She plants a kiss on his pale cheek and claps her hands in excitement as she hurries down the staircase to where their children wait in anticipation. 

 ***

 They make their grand entrance hand in hand. Y/N’s gown is a breathtaking assemble of patchworks the shades of a pastel rainbow and Eric’s resembles a well-dressed skeleton, elegant and composed.  Eric’s smile warms at the sight of Elijah and June dressed in their own little costumes. Elijah had insisted on Dracula, while June had proudly announced her plans to transform into Victoria Everglot from The Corpse Bride. They are all beautiful like this. Together. 

 Eric kneels down and opens his arms wide, receiving his little girl first as she giggles against him. “And who’s this little princess?” he says sweetly, looping his arm around her before planting a small kiss against her soft ashen hair. 

 June slips her fist between her teeth and begins to mouth at it. “Daddy!” she exclaims, playfully pushing at his shoulder, “I’m not a princess, I’m a corpse bride!” Eric chuckles and releases her to her mother, while his eyes move to the sight of his son, fearsome and a gothic’s dream child. Elijah’s little fangs hang low from his bottom lip and he gives a small hiss and raises claw-like fingers against the shadows, earning a dramatic shriek from his mother.

 “Oh no! It’s Count Dracula!” Y/N giggles wildly as Eric sweeps her off her feet, throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

 “I’ll rescue you, fair maiden!” he shouts as he spins her around whimsically, as he had done when he had proposed to her in a garden of lavenders what seemed like a lifetime ago. But now, these years later with children of their own, he felt younger again somehow.

 “Eric, put me down!” she cries out as the children watch on, laughing gleefully as their father set her down gently. Eric roughs Elijah’s oil-slicked hair (much to the boy’s dismay) before planting a secret kiss atop of his head and sneaking a wink to June through the black smudges of his eyeshadow.

 *** 

 The all sit together huddled by the fireplace, the warm glow of the embers illuminating every shadow beneath their eyes, every corner of their smiles. Eric holds Y/N, almost cradles her while she in turn holds the children in her arms. Elijah quickly crawls out of his mother’s embrace and seeks the adventure of his father’s knee and clings to it.

 “My little family of monsters,” he sighs peacefully, looking into the flickering flames, “It’s time for a story.” 

 June gasps, “Is it scary, Daddy?” 

 Eric chuckles lightly, “No darling, not scary. But it is a true story, one that happened not long before the both of you were born. In fact, if this story had not happened, neither of you would be here today. It’s the story of how your mother and I met.” There is a twinkle in his eye when he turns to glance down at Y/N and a gleam resides in hers and she gazes back. 

 “Oh, do go on, darling.” Y/N sighs, leaning back against his chest, listening to the comforting steady beat of his heart. “I do love this story,” 

 Eric clears his throat dramatically and begins with a flair, “Once upon a cold December morning, a young man enters a cassette store in the hopes of finding the latest Radiohead record when a beautiful and unsuspecting woman enters through the front door. She has dark flowing hair and emerald green eyes; the most beautiful face that man had ever seen. He was so taken by her that he plucked up the courage to go and talk to her, ask for her name, if she had any plans that night. She laughed at him and for a second, he’d thought he’d lost her. She confirmed that she did have plans that night, plans with a tall and handsome stranger she’d just met in a cassette store in Detroit, one she happened to like very much already. His heart skipped a beat! She said yes!” 

 Y/N throws her head back and attempts to hide her laugh with the back of her hand as a feverish blush blooms across her blue cheeks. She loves this story. 

 “And so, the young stranger took her out that night to the most beautiful place he knew: the statue of The Spirit of Detroit. He made some dorky remark about how she shined like the rays of the sun in the figure’s left hand. She’d laughed at his comment and told him he was sweet. They kissed that night and the statue watched on; the beautiful woman joked about the figure shouting at them in the dark and the man said he would protect her, even from men of bronze. And exactly a year later, he led her through a field of lavenders and the spent the day with each other beneath gloom of the purpling skies. Then he got down on one knee,” Eric returns his gaze to Y/N, who sits now squarely facing him, bracing for the finale, “and asked her to marry him.” Both Elijah and June sit stunned, clinging to him for the end to the story. The smile at their mother who raises her hand to lean her ring finger against the firelight. It shines brightly there in their little darkness. “And she said yes,” Eric adds finally, taking Y/N’s hand in his, kissing the cool metal on her finger. “Again.” 

 Y/N strokes his cheek, leaving a smear of blue paint in its wake. The children giggle manically. “And she always will,” she continues, “now and forever.” He cups her chin and tilts his head down to hers so that their lips meet, the distance finally closing between them. Warmth spreads within them and an airy feeling of giddy joy overflows. With the familiar weight of their children surrounding them, in this one blissful moment, everything is illuminated.

[mae-gi-writes]

Awkwardly In Love | Mingi (ATEEZ)

Volleyball player! Mingi can’t seem to take his eyes off the girl on the bleachers whose got her nose stuck in her book.

Genre: FLUFF AND CUTE AWKWARD MINGI SBGKJDGJ I CAN’T HE RUINS ME. 

Word count: you just gotta know that it iz quite a long ride. I apologize for that.

----

She's always got her nose buried in her book.

That's what catches Mingi's attention at first.

See, he's not one to read. Nor does he have any interest in reading and books and the things that come with it. Growing up in a household full of children involved in physical sport, books had counted for nothing but a minimal afterthought. That, and the fact that their financial struggles made it so that they didn't spend on books if it could be helped.

So seeing her always carrying around piles and piles of books has Mingi wonder how much extra cash does she have to spend on all this imaginary stories.

When he realizes that the reason she's always on the same spot on the bleachers is due to her cousin being in the same volleyball team as he is, he can't help but start asking questions.

"Yeah she's my mother's sister's daughter," Hongjoong says with a small affectionate smile, "we basically grew up in the same household so she waits for me after classes."

"You guys close then?" Mingi asks in a forced nonchalant tone. He keeps his eyes on the ball being served on the other side, palms already closed and upturned at the ready.

"Ready?" His teammate calls.

"Yeah!" They both holler.

He serves. The ball swoops in a beautiful arc and Mingi steels himself before receiving the ball with trained precision.

Pack!

"Closer than siblings," Hongjoong answers as the ball flies over the net, "why do you ask?"

Mingi is about to answer when he spots the ball. Hongjoong sweeps in, steering his legs to tap the ball high in the air.

Tap!

Mingi's head swivels up, catches the ball to throw it back at Hongjoong.

Pack!

"In!" The referree calls to signal that they've marked the final point to the game. The pair allow sighs to leave their lips as they slowly make their way out of the court.

"Uhm," Mingi's chest heaves up and down with effort. Sweat dots his forehead as he racks for an excuse, "just curious I guess."

"Want me to introduce you?"

"Uh-- I--That's not--necessary--"

It's too late though, for Hongjoong is already calling out her name, "Y/N!"

Her head lifts from where it's been buried in her book.

Her cousin motions for her to come forward and no sooner is she stepping down from the bleachers that Mingi's neck flushes bright red, and he knows deep down it's not from the fact that he's just exercised.

"Y/N, meet Mingi my teammate," Hongjoong's grin is definitely one that is suggestive, which does nothing for Mingi's confidence.

"Hi," she sends him a warm smile, extending a hand. Mingi shakes it and can't help but notice how tiny her fingers are in comparison.

Delicate fingers, so breakable. Cute.

"H-Hi, I'm Mingi," Oh god, he hopes he doesn't sound like an idiot.

"Mingi's always been on the team. He's the ace after all," adds Hongjoong.

"Ah, that's cool," Y/N nods.

That's how it starts really. At every practice, Mingi makes it a must to talk to her, even if it's juet a tiny greeting, or a slight wave of his shy hand whenever he's already on the court when she stumbles in with her pile of books tucked under her arm. There's just something about her, something that pulls him in like an invisible string even though he can barely make his way through one sentence when he's gazing straight into her eyes.

Once, he musters up the courage to ask her about the book in her lap and the amount of joy flushing up her cheeks makes it so palpable that he feels giddy from her own excitement.

"I'm currently reading Peony in Love," holding up the book so he can see, she continues, "it's a historical novel about this Chinese girl that falls in love with someone who isn't her betrothed, then dies only to realize that this someone is actually her betrothed."

"That's actually really heartbreaking."

"Yeah well, so are most romance stories," she shrugs, "like the titanic."

"I've never actually watched it."

"What?! You're kidding me?"

He shakes his head, ducking his head in embarrassment as he wonders whether she thinks of him as a loser because of his apparent lack of intellectual knowledge.

But instead, he is faced with her enthusiasm, "we should watch it someday! It's like a classic, you'll love it if you like dramatic endings."

"You--" he feels his chest tighten in excitement, "you're serious?"

"Of course I am! I'll let Hongjoong know."

His heart does drop a little at Y/N's cousin's name. He'd hoped that they'd be alone, just the two of them.

Nevertheless, he makes his way over to Hongjoong's flat on the said night and is surprised to find not just the pair of cousins But an entire group of familiar individuals that he's seen hanging around the corridors and classrooms.

"Hey you came!" Hongjoong claps Mingi's back as he steps into the doorway, "I invited some of my close friends too. You probably know them."

As Mingi greets the rest of the group whe exchanging soft pleasantries, he finally catches sight of Y/N's figure darting between tall frames before she emerges, grinning, "hi, Mingi right?"

He can't help but blush right down to his toes, "h-hey, what's up?"

"Sorry for all the noise. The guys just wanted to crash here. Told them we were watching titanic and they promised they wouldn't make running commentaries."

"It's alright. I know them all a little. We're in the same class."

"Ah cool. You guys all in the same major then?"

Mingi scratches the back of his head, "nah I'm in Psych. But since they're all in the sciences like Hongjoong we do have same classes."

"Cool. I wish I could've taken Psych," she puffs up her cheeks into a pout and Mingi's fingers itch to pinch her cheeks.

She can't be that cute. She just can't be.

"So are we starting the movie or what?!" One of the guys --his name is Yunho, Mingi guesses -- calls out.

"The way you're talking Yunho, it's almost like you're the one who really wants to watch it," Hongjoong replies sassily while throwing both arms around Y/N and Mingi respectively before guiding them to the tv room. He dips his head towards Mingi's ear as the group settles in, "don't worry bro, I'll make sure you sit next to her."

Blushing furiously at the older boy's comment, the latter doesn't even have time to defend himself when he is being pushed onto the couch right next to Y/N's figure.

"You a big tears kind of guy?" The girl murmured, popcorn in lap. She extends it out to Mingi, who shyly grabs a handful.

"I guess it depends," Mingi murmurs, "are there animals in there?"

"Oh so you're that kind of guy."

He flushes. What kind of guy is she referring to?

The movie starts with the narration of an old lady gazing at a sapphire necklace, bedore the screen gives way to a shot of the ship itself in all its splendour, glistening a bold black and white in the midday sun.

Mingi knows he should be concentrating on the movie. And it's true, he really should, especially when Y/N had asked him to because it is clearly a classic he can't possibly miss out on. But alas, his eyes keep dashing back and forth between the screen and Y/N's face, stealing looks whenever she is not looking. It's almost like a magnetic pull tugging his gaze back to her no matter how hard he forces his eyes away; flitting over her eyes focused in attention, eyebrows furrowed at the middle with her mouth hanging open like a child amazed with naked wonder.

What can she possibly be thinking? What is going on inside that imaginative mind of hers?

What magical dimension is she traveling to without his knowledge?

It's only when the romance between the two protagonists start blossoming that he finally tears his eyes away to focus on the movie itself, all the while sensing Y/N's heat permeating from her body to his in a way that causes a permanent flush in the back of his neck.

The movie ends all too soon, with tears in Y/N's eyes and some of the other guys as they debate over the ending and how stupid Rose was for not giving Jack some space on the wooden board.

"Well to be fair, he would've probably sunk the entire board," Seonghwa argues. He's the pretty boy that everyone knows of, the one whom every girl has been crushing on since his admittance to their college.

"If I were Rose, I wouldn't want to keep living without the love of my life," Y/N points out, "I would've drowned myself with him."

"Jesus Y/N, that's terrifying," Hongjoong says.

"It's true though!"

The look in her eyes whenever she spoke of movies was a look of naked excitement. Like now, Mingi spots the familiar fire burning through her gaze, a gaze he finds alluring on her. It's like it breathes life into her face. It's similar to the one she wears whenever she's reading.

A few days later on campus, he bumps into her hurrying out of the library as he walks in, almost sending her flying before his arm snatches out to hold her shoulder.

"Sorry," he says hastily while putting her back on her feet and releasing her like she's just burnt him.

"S'okay," Y/N sends him a reassuring smile, "where you going?"

"Assignments. I'm late on my research paper because of practice," Mingi scratches his head. He nods towards her books, "what caught your interest this week?"

"Oh I'm just re-reading A Darker Shade of Magic," she grins like a little child being caught. Something in Mingi's heart softens like butter.

"What's it about?"

"It's so cool, it's like this guy with a super cool coat that has hundreds over coats inside it. And he's a magician and there are parallel worlds that have different wavelengths of magic. So he can travel through the different worlds and--" she stops abruptly then before her cheeks colour in shades of pink, "sorry. I'm rambling again--"

"No no no," Mingi cuts her off, causing her to blink, wide-eyed, "please...continue. I--I like it when you talk about your books. You--You always seem so alive and excited."

"Oh," her face flushes even more as another troop of butterflies tickle Mingi's stomach. She's so damn cute! "Thanks...Mingi."

He tries to analyze the flickering expressions on her face, though he guesses it is close to feeling embarrassed.

"A--Anyway I--I'll get going," Mingi hurriedly says, moving past her with flaming red ears upon realizing what he has just said, only to feel her hand clamp down on his.

He turns to see her, averted gaze and all, little fingers clamped onto his shirt, "do you--do you want to...go see a movie sometime?"

----------

Hongjoong had threatened Mingi with a multitude of ways of killing him in case he broke Y/N's heart, albeit the fact that the taller man stated that no, they weren't going on a date,.and anyway flirting had never been Mingi's strongest points anyway.

"Sure. If it's not a date, what is it then?" Hongjoong had asked with a roll of his eyes.

"It's just two people hanging out," Mingi had protested through red ears and scarlet tinged cheeks.

As per the said man's suggestion, the pair decides to meet up at the cinema entrance to choose the movie of their choice. Y/N is decked in a simple white t-shirt, loose cut-off jeans with red sneakers, and as Mingi silently admires her sense of simple fashion the heat that rises through the back of his neck is enough to make him avert his gaze bashfully.

They settle on a romantic comedy and he volunteers to buy the popcorn so that she can find some decent seats. As he settles into the cinema room and the lights dim into darkness, he places the popcorn box into her hands, waving her off upon her rising protests.

"But you--"

"I'll share it with you, don't-- don't worry," he replies, hand scratching the back of his neck.

Don't sweat it, he says to himself. It's fine. It's not a date. It's just two friends enjoying each other's presence.

Halfway through the movie, Mingi reaches for the popcorn only for their hands to collide. He retracts it like he just burnt himself, causing the said girl to chuckle softly. She reaches over then, with a handful of popcorn, before plopping it straight into his mouth without warning.

Mingi blinks. Heat goes straight to his ears.

When his eyes find hers, she only graces him with a timid smile, before returning back to the movie, totally unaware that his heart is now practically galloping out of his chest.

Jesus, what she does to his heart.

Mingi has never been so whipped in his life, but right now, he's pretty certain that he doesn't mind if that means she can accept his heart.

"Well that was fun," Y/N says the moment they step out of the cinema hall, "wasn't expecting it to be so lovey dovey though."

His head ducks, "I'm sorry," he mutters, "I didn't know you weren't into--"

"Oh no no! Not at all! We both chose it. You have nothing to feel bad about!"

"I'm not that into movies," comes his mumble.

"What?" Y/N stops in the middle of the road as she blinks up at him in shock, "you should've told me!"

"I wasn't interested in seeing the movie, I just wanted to see--" he hesitates slightly, "you."

What the fuck Mingi, he feels like choking himself foe his stupidity. Why was he acting like a total turd? This was ridiculous! She's just a girl, a cute one sure, but still! It's almost like he's lost all ability to make conversation.

He tries once more, "I'm--I'm sorry I shouldn't have--“

“No, I“m the one who's sorry. Here, let me treat you. Ice cream?” and then, her eyes widen, "you do like ice cream right?"

That'a enough for his lips to tilt up into a smile, "I'd love ice cream."

---

Once they settle on a bench at the nearby park, it seems like all nervousness suddenly ease from Mingi's consciousness and slowly, he starts opening up to the said girl as they lick at their ice cream cones. The sun sets over the horizon, turning the blue sky in scarlet hues that reminds him of summer days that last forever.

"Architecture's tough but honestly, that was the only thing my parents would let me study," Y/N says, empty ice-cream stick in hand as her gaze sweeps over the park and its passerbys.

"I guess it makes sense, considering our economy recently," Mingi agrees.

"And you? Why Psych?"

He lifts his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug, "I guess I just like analyzing people. It's intriguing, knowing how people think, how they act around others."

"You want to be a therapist?"

"I don't know if I'm strong enough to help people get out of their problems when I can't even help myself."

He feels her eyes on him and finds interest in the way the wind blows across the grass blades.

Her voice is soft when she says, "you don't have to be that kind of hero, if you don't want to."

His heart swells with warmth and sudden affection, though he says nothing but nods in agreement.

It's easily past ten when they trudge back to Y/N's house, with nervousness swimming through Mingi's stomach in apprehension to Hongjoong's earlier threats, though Y/N reassures him that Hongjoong is mostly all talk and no action. That reassures the tall man slightly, until his feet start bristling upon spotting her front porch.

"Thanks for keeping me company today," Y/N tilts her head up, her profile bathed in the backlight of her house, "next time, let's not go to the movies."

Mingi's heart skips, "I didn't mind it."

"I know, but I want to do things that you like too," she grins.

A surge of courage rises through his chest as he tells her that he'd like that a lot too.

Except the thing that falls out of his mouth instead is, "I like you too."

She blinks.

He blinks back, realization settling in like a dull ache in his stomach.

Horror sweeps through him. Oh no.

It hadn't been in his plan to expose himself like this, exposing himself like a dog who wants a tummy rub, but then again there's no sign of rejection that flickers across Y/N's face, which he takes as a good sign as he fumbles for the right words, "uhm, I-- I mean, I didn't mean--"

"You didn't mean that?"

"What?" His eyes widen, "no no! Of course I mean it, I just--"

He gasps at his own words, cupping a hand over his mouth as the girl before him explodes into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

"Oh my gosh," her eyes crinkle up into those adorable crescents of hers, "you're so cute."

Scarlet pink blossoms across his cheeks. Averting his eyes, he wishes that the floor can just come and swallow him up right there and then.

"Right," clearing his throat, one hand reaches up to scratch his ear, "well, I-I'll just go--"

He's halfway turning around when Y/N's hand trickles through his, as gentle as water flowing through his fingertips.

"Wait," she murmurs.

His breath stalls. Inhaling a soft breath, he slowly shuffles back, not daring to meet her gaze when he feels like he's just put his heart on the table for her to do with as she pleases.

Her voice is a gentle breath of a whisper, "don't go."

And then, she's up on her tippy toes and pressing a light kiss to his cheek. Mingi's skin practically lights on fire as another round of butterflies erupt in his chest at her touch, and he can't help but stare down at her, jaw slack, as she gives him the shyest smile he's ever seen.

Cute! His mind screams. Cute cute cute!

"So," Mingi's mind comes back into focus upon hearing her voice, eyes finding her biting down onto her lower lip, “Well, uh--I guess--I guess this means I--I like you, or something.”

"uhm,” his ears are so hot with heat he feels they might fall off as he forces himself not to gawk at her, though it’s proving to be quite difficult as he’s trying to muster the courage to come out with a reasonable answer. 

“I--well, uh--how does this--I don't know--do you want to...uh possibly,” he swallows thickly, before exhaling the words in a rush,”...goouttodinnerwithme?"

Y/N blinks in confusion, "I'm sorry?"

Come on, Mingi! He thinks to himself in growing desperation. Don't be such a wimp!

"Do you... want to...go out with me? S--Sometime?" His throat is clogged with so much embarrassment he fear he might choke.

But when he feels soft fingers trace his chin, he looks up, right into her dark brown eyes sparkling with a tinge of playfulness, excitement and naked joy brimming at the corners.

"I'd love that," she whispers.

And she lifts herself up once more to land a kiss on his mouth, softly, shyly, a mere brushing her mouth against his.

Mingi stumbles upon impact, hands unconsciously grasping her waist as his back comes in contact with the railing lining her porch.

His eyes are wide when she pulls away, biting her lower lip like she can't help but feel nervous from this bold action that has taken him by surprise.

"What--" Mingi chokes on his words, lapses into silence while staring down at her.

The girl merely glances down. A blush taints her cheeks and even though his fingers are shaking and he feels like his heart is about to jump out of his chest at the mere prospect of their closeness, his body moves before his brain does.

Closing the gap between them, it's his turn to press a kiss now, a chaste one that tells her that he reciprocates these feelings wholeheartedly. And Y/N responds by wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer so that their chests touch, mouths moving slowly in harmony as they chase each other and mold together in a way that leaves Mingi breathless and his heart stuttering like he's just won a race.

If it is, then it's the most importance race of his life.

It is only when they pull apart, breathing into each other with barely millimetres separating their mouths, that he can't help but laugh at the realization that this girl in his arms is his.

"What?" She says while smiling up at him. So gorgeous, so breathtaking. And she's his.

"Nothing," he can sense the heat flooding his cheeks once more, "I just-- I'm just...happy."

And there it is, that same smile that he loves so much. The smile that holds magical words and countless secrets to the amazing mind she beholds. He can't want to delve into her thoughts and pick at her brain, knowing that all of them are going to be precious memories he'll hold dear to his heart.

That smile.

Hongjoong's voice suddenly erupts out of nowhere like a nightmare, "don't think I didn't see you guys kissing out there!"

---

I’m so whipped for Mingi and he’s like 2 years younger so I feel like such an old noona *sighs*. 

Anyway, let me know if you’d like more Ateez content! <3 Stay safe guys, and thanks for reading! 

[estrel]

suptober20 day 20 prompt: home (ficlet) | destiel, tfw 2.0, 15x14 coda | ~1.4k words

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There was one last thing Dean wanted to ask.

He grabbed Mrs. Butters’ arm and gently pulled her aside. She had been packing her things, bustling around the bunker for hours to pull this or that into her bags before she left, and Dean finally managed to snag her.

She seemed surprised when she turned to face Dean, but not peeved by the disruption. He cleared his throat once, trying not to lose his nerve and at the same time signaling to her that his apprehensive silence was about to end.

“Hey, before you go, can you help me with something?”

She smiled sweetly at him, looking giddy at the request. Dean wondered briefly what it might be like to get such joy from tending to others.

“Of course, Dean. What would you like to do?”

Dean let out a breath. “We…have someone else that lives here, too. He’s been gone this whole time that you’ve been here, looking for—well, it doesn’t matter. But, I just…”

Mrs. Butters nodded, encouraging him to finish.

“I—We miss him. So, I thought, I dunno, maybe we could throw him a little welcome home party, or something.”  

The idea sounded more ridiculous out loud than it had in Dean’s head. Mrs. Butters did birthdays and Christmas and Halloween pumpkin carving, not welcome home parties for an angel who’d only been gone a couple of weeks.

But Mrs. Butters put a hand up before he could take back his request, making his mouth close on its own accord.

“I’m on it,” she said, patting his shoulder as if to placate him. “If he means that much to you, then it’s the least I can do.”

Dean forced a smile, not sure whether or not to be happy that she’d agreed. On one hand, Cas would probably appreciate that they did something for his return, but on the other, Dean’s stomach was coiling itself into a nervous knot.

Sure, he’d never basked in the glow of a Thanksgiving turkey before, or genuinely celebrated a birthday, but Dean had never done this either. He’d never made home a place, made it anywhere other than his impala, other than Sam. The bunker was where they all lived, it was where they ate and slept and took showers. It was their most recent constant, since Baby. A place to always come back to. 

But now there was a new constant. Now there were black dress shoes and a dirty tan trench coat and blue eyes that understood him all too well. Now there were four occupied rooms in a too-big Bunker that otherwise felt like a museum, and even though they’d had holidays and celebrations with Mrs. Butters, the feeling of home had gone, and it was because someone was missing…it was because….

“Do you want to help me put up that end of the banner?” Mrs. Butters was asking.

Dean looked down to find that she was handing it to him.

It was a long banner to accommodate for the largeness of the bunker, white with “Welcome home, Cas!” written across the front of it in big block letters. It was cheesy, and with every step of this so far, Dean had been just a moment away from calling the whole thing off. The part that had nearly made him say adios to the plan was when Jack and Sam walked in, grinning from ear to ear like they knew something he didn’t.

Dean walked over to put the banner up, trying to keep a keen sense of smell to know if the cake he was making was burning or not. It wasn’t for Cas, but he figured that if they were doing one final shebang for the family while Mrs. Butters’ sense of celebration still lingered, he could make Jack his first birthday cake.

He stepped back to admire their work.

Aside from the banner—which was set up pretty evenly across the entrance to the library, thanks to Dean—there were balloons littered around the room, blue and white and gold ones per Dean’s request.

Mrs. Butters had done well with the decorations, but had let Dean choose most of them to know what Cas would like. If he was honest, Dean had more or less just gone with his own taste in decorations, because he was pretty sure Cas didn’t really care for them or think twice about them, anyway. He just hoped that Cas would like the gesture enough to…to stay, this time around.

On one of the library tables there were plates and cups stacked up, a few bottles of beer and some pigs in a blanket that Mrs. Butters had made them sat neatly on a platter in the center. It wasn’t the grandest of parties, but it was something, and Dean thought maybe he could smell the cake burning, now.

But before he could bolt and check on his disaster, Mrs. Butters appeared next to him, and Dean jerked to a stop. She had her bags with her, but she set them down to bring her hands up to rest on his face.

“My work is done here, Dean.” She patted his cheek once.

“What? You—you’re not staying to…?” Dean’s question faded off, realizing that she had no clue who Cas was, anyway. His heart strained a little at that thought—at not knowing who he was. He couldn’t help but feel a little bad for her.

Mrs. Butters shook her head, then looked behind him to where they had set up the space for Cas’ homecoming.

“You did well, Dean. He’s going to love it. Oh! I almost forgot—” Mrs. Butters pulled her hands away from him, and Dean watched as she conjured up a bouquet of white and blue flowers.

“You never got your Valentine’s day…I didn’t realize you had someone, but you deserve the same as Sam. I hope this serves you well, Dean.”

Dean took the flowers and spluttered down at them, feeling himself blush.

“I—it’s not—” But she was already halfway up the stairs.

“Take good care of your boys!” Mrs. Butters called down, and then she was gone.

Dean stared at the flowers a second longer, then set them down in a place he wouldn’t forget, and suddenly remembered the cake in the kitchen. He bolted to see if it was okay, making sure Jack wasn’t around before he pulled it out.

By the time he had the cake cooled and frosted and ready to eat, the three of them heard the unmistakable sound of the front door and sped over to the library—Dean, awkwardly, with the cake teetering in his hands underneath a metal dome so that Jack wouldn’t suspect anything.

At some point, Sam had turned the lights off, and they hid between the bookcases so that Cas wouldn’t see them. Sam had a hand on Jack’s mouth to keep him from giggling.

And so they waited, hidden, quiet, as they heard steps descend the stairs. Dean fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, anxious for the lights to turn on so he could reveal himself and finally see Cas again.

The steps got closer. Sam caught his eyes across the way. He was holding three fingers up, looking giddy.

Three…two…one…

The lights turned on, and the three of them jumped out behind their hiding places. Cas was standing there, angel blade out, relaxing visibly when he saw them and the decorations.

“Welcome home!” They shouted, Jack bouncing on the balls of his feet, his excitement barely contained.

Cas slipped his angel blade back into his sleeve.

“Oh,” he said, eyes drifting up to the banner. “I thought…”

Dean stepped forward, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Thought we’d do something for you since you’ve been gone so long.”

Cas squinted his eyes at him. “It was just for a few weeks. Certainly I’ve been gone longer before.”

Dean looked away sheepishly, turned it to Sam to answer that.

“We just missed you, buddy,” Sam said. “Besides, it was mostly Dean who put it together.”

Dean shot his head up to look at him, giving him a glare so strong that Sam’s smile faltered a little.

“Well, thank you,” Cas mumbled, looking down at his shoes. “I’m….glad to be home.”

After they filled up on food and beer, Dean brought out the birthday hats and unveiled Jack’s cake, and they all sang and watched him blow out his candle.

Later, when Jack was busy with his half of the cake and Sam was in the bathroom, Dean pulled the flowers out from where he’d stored them. He was blushing when he gave them to Cas, stomach doing some serious parkour that he was almost a little jealous of, but Cas received them with a gentle smile. And Dean was glad to finally be back home again.

[voltage-vixen]

The Great Pumpkin Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Pairing:  Eisuke x MC (Female)  Notes: This fic was written for the server gift exchange in the Kings of Paradise discord, and my recipient was @eikouxd. I really hope you like this!

The gentle breeze was chilly on the crisp fall afternoon, and there was a bright mixture of orangish-red leaves that painted the ground. Decorative ghosts hung from the stripped trees in preparation for Halloween since the spooky holiday was nearly upon them. Today, MC had convinced her family to travel outside the bounds of the city to visit a farm known for their festive autumn attractions. Eito was quick to agree, and her husband Eisuke voiced how amusing this trip would probably be for him if he did accompany them. 

A few hours later they were deep into one of the rural suburbs, with a smirking Eisuke and a giddy MC bearing witness of a rare moment where Eito was racing around the farm and acting like a child his age would be expected to act. MC typically would fret over Eito being in such a rush to grow up, but today watching him radiate in childlike innocence while he lit up at the sights warmed her heart. It wasn’t often the three of them were able to escape from their daily routine given the demands of Eisuke’s work schedule, and these occasions were something she treasured when they presented themselves. Well, the three of them and…..

“Eito, come take a look at this gourd!” Ota cried out, holding up the large disfigured fruit for the boy to see. “Doesn’t it remind you of Baba’s face?”“Ota!” 

Baba pouted, feigning annoyance by dramatically crossing his arms over the front of his chest. “How cruel of you! I hardly look a day over twenty! I’m sure everyone here would feel inclined to agree.” Glancing around, the thief’s gaze locked onto Soryu’s, who also happened to be standing nearby. “Sor, don’t you think I have an eternally youthful looking face?”

The mobster rolled his eyes and uttered a loud sigh for once again being dragged into the childish antics of the group. “I don’t know anything about that stuff. Stop trying to get me involved in your shenanigans.”

“You’re pretty uptight for a criminal, aren’t you now?” Mamoru muttered under his breath. Lighting his cigarette, he surveyed the food and beverage stalls up by the entrance. “Do they sell booze at this joint? I need something to help me get through this day that I was coerced into spending with you lot.”

“Ugh, must you really insist on smoking that here?” Shuichi scolded, massaging his temples at the headache he felt oncoming. Seeing Luke nearby, he barked at the spaced-out doctor next to him. “Luke, you’re a medical professional. Inform him at once how neglectful of his health he’s being by smoking those like a chimney.”

“Oh, how I do despise the colder weather,” Luke groaned, ignoring the nagging ambassador. “I can’t even sneak a peek at Sexybones’s exquisite collar bones when she’s wearing this many layers of clothing.”

“Don’t be weird, Luke,” Hikaru murmured, shaking his head over the doctor’s odd obsession. Wanting to ease some of the innocent tension among the bidders, Hikaru decided it would be best to change the subject. “Hey, I promised Maddy I would bring him back some souvenirs. Why don’t we all pick out some together as a group? I bet Maddy would really appreciate that.”

“Good idea, Hikaru!” Baba cheered, immediately beginning to assist Hikaru in ushering the grumbling guys over to the souvenir shop. “Hurry up, everyone! Time’s a wasting!”

Yup, you guessed it! Somewhere along the way, what was intended to be a family trip, somehow escalated into the Ichinomiya family + the auction managers = chaotic group outing.

 Despite the crashers, Eito who had been wandering through the patch in search for the perfect pumpkin, spun around and burst into laughter at the familiar sight of the men he considered uncles causing the same old commotion he had grown to associate them with.

“Remind me why they are here again?” Eisuke scowled, though there was a softness in his face that didn’t align with the harshness of his words while he watched the group disappear into the front of the stop.

“Because they’re our friends,” MC giggled, while she rested her head onto his arm. “Besides, look how much fun Eito is having! Isn’t that what matters the most?” 

Eisuke leaned over to plant a soft kiss on the top of her head, and tenderly stroked her cheek. “That face you’re making now isn’t the worst,” the CEO teasingly mocked. “I suppose a trip like this isn’t half-bad if it means I get to see more of that ridiculous grin you’re wearing.”

“I can’t help the fact that spending time with you two reminds me of how blessed I am,” MC sighed, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. “These moments are precious. They’re the ones I’ll forever cherish from now until the end of my time.”

Eisuke’s heart skipped a beat at the adorableness of MC’s confession, and a rare shade of crimson faintly painted his cheeks. His past self would never have been able to envision that someone like him would ever be fortunate enough to be experiencing his very own version of family bliss. Yet here he stood today as a husband and a father. He used to believe success was measured by one’s professional accomplishments. While the value of business metrics was still one of importance, Eisuke now also factored in the prosperity and good fortune he was privileged to be immersed in from MC and Eito.

“Always honest to a fault,” Eisuke retorted, trusting MC failed to notice his blush. “That’s a quality that deserves a reward, and I don’t intend on making you wait for reimbursement any longer. Come here, baby.” 

Reaching around behind MC, Eisuke placed his hand on her back. Pulling her into his embrace, MC’s body stiffened in a bashfulness from how intimately they were standing in public. The familiar masculine scent of his cologne radiated from his body as her husband wiggled MC even more snugly against him. Eisuke’s hot breath tickled the front of her neck, and his expression softened as he cupped her chin, and MC’s nerves instantly melted away. She wanted to kiss him, and she wanted to kiss him now. Rising on her tip toes, MC inched closer, drawing herself to the part of Eisuke’s lips until-

“Mom, take a look at what I found!” Eito boasted, interrupting his parents by suddenly making his way over. “I found you the perfect pumpkin!”Eito was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks puffed out in pride as he held up a large, bright orange pumpkin. 

Stepping away from Eisuke, MC crouched down and extended her arms to greet Eito.“Eito, what a wonderful find,” MC cheered, genuinely impressed by the amount of though Eito was putting into ensuring he found her such an impeccable pumpkin.

“If that’s what you consider a superb pumpkin, then you have very juvenile taste,” Eisuke jabbed, miffed that his MC’s attention was taken from him. “Don’t ever present your mother with less than she deserves.”

“Eisuke….,” MC began to interject, but was left unheard since Eisuke was already headed towards the fields. 

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Eisuke replied. “Come on, Eito. Allow me to remind you of what constitutes as an Ichnomiya standard.”

“I don’t need you to tell me anything!” Eito argued. Despite his protests, Eito set aside his pride and chased after his father. 

MC watched from a distance as the two thoroughly inspected the rows of pumpkins. She was able to gather they were quarreling back and forth based on Eito’s everchanging facial expressions, but she was also able to observe the look of admiration Eito often held for Eisuke. Eito was intently hanging onto every word Eisuke spoke, and even divulged his appreciation by offering the billionaire a small nod in approval when they reached an agreement on the ideal pumpkin. Eisuke signaled for one of the workers to come assist, and Eito held the pumpkin proudly to his chest.  

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A few weeks had passed since that fun day at the pumpkin patch. MC was about to leave their home and meet Eisuke in the lobby of the Tres Spades, when she caught a glimpse at the picture frame of the three of them on the coffee table. Her lips curled in a smile as she recollected that fond memory. Sparing one final peek at the happy photo, she eagerly stepped into the elevator.  

After riding down into the lobby, the doors to the elevator sprung open and MC gasped in awe at the marvelous scene decorating the entrance into the hotel. She could hardly believe that the entire face of the lobby was covered in pumpkins. Each was turned into a different type of jack-o-lantern; carved with intricate details, and brightly illuminating from the inside. The normal atmosphere was vastly transformed into a not-so-spooky Halloween theme.

 “Mom, you’re finally here!” Eito shouted as he ran across the room to greet her.

 “Conduct yourself more appropriately,” Eisuke scolded, frowning when Eito ignored him and continued to race towards his mother and tightly hug her.

“We had the farm deliver all of these pumpkins, and then dad and I asked Uncle Ota to design them since we thought it would make you happy! Did it work? Are you happy?” the little boy asked, his eyes widened in an impatient anticipation as he awaited his mom’s response.

“Of course, I’m happy! You two did an amazing job working together,” MC acknowledged in pride, also addressing Eisuke who had just finished walking over to join her and Eito. “What did I ever do to deserve to be spoiled like this by my two favorite men in the entire world?”

MC wrapped Eito up into a hug and reached out to grasp onto Eisuke’s hand. Knowing that Eisuke and Eito worked through their differences to come together as father and son and plan such an elaborate surprise for her was truly better than any physical gift they could present her with. 

“I love you, guys,” MC whispered, blinking back the tears of joy threatening to spill in elate of her excitement.

“Love you too, mom,” Eito murmured, blushing shyly at the direct confession.

Pressing a kiss on Eito’s forehead, MC captured Eisuke’s gaze with her own. Her eyes flashed in adoration when Eisuke lightly gave her hand a squeeze, and shared the sentimental smile he retained only for her.

I love you too, baby. I love you too.    

[ratedbangtann]

𝐅𝐚𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 | 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 

"𝙵𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍..."                                 

Pairing: Jungkook/Plus Size Reader Word count: 8.1k Warnings: size kink, body worship, spanking, switch!jk, oral sex (f), finger fucking, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

a/n: any and all teasing directed at Jungkook in this fic is merely friendly banter. i DO NOT believe any of the boys have a problem with plus size girls, and they do not in this fic either. any teasing is simply banter directed at Jungkook to make him shy and blush. they would tease him just the same if he had a thing for girls with piercings etc. 

in no way are any of the comments made meant to hurt or offend anyone. this fic was written in the hope that it would boost some people’s confidence and be inclusive of larger framed girls (like myself!)

                              "Seriously, you want to watch this again?" Hoseok pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Jungkook excitedly presses play on the remote, sitting back down on the couch between Yoongi and Jimin with his bowl of mixed candies.

"You're obsessed," Yoongi states with a monotonous groan.

"It's a good movie though, Jin hyung; back me up!" Jungkook tries to gather support from his hyung. Luckily, Jin was also a fan. In fact, it was he who insisted the group watch it to begin with.

"I'm with you, Jimin. I love it. Remember when we played Wembley in July? I had to do Freddie's thing!" Jin slaps his knee as he laughs at himself, the others smiling and shaking their heads at their elder.

Yes, the boys had been coerced into watching Jungkook's favourite movie, Bohemian Rhapsody, for the nth time. He was mesmerised by Queen, completely in awe of Freddie's stage presence and his ability to control a crowd, but also by the way he had dealt with all his demons and never showed it professionally. He often repeated the show must go on in his head in times of stress or hardship.

Scene after scene played out on the screen, song after song that Jungkook sang along to, word for English word. He knew them all; he'd listened to them enough. He understood now how international army had the patience to learn their lyrics when they didn't speak Korean; when you love something enough, you'll find the patience it takes.

And while the others had protested originally at the thought of watching this damn movie again, by the end, they were all feeling that same inspiring emotion elicited by watching Freddie prancing around at Live Aid, knowing full well he was dying. Both Jin and Jimin had joined Jungkook in wiping away tears before they had fallen, whilst Taehyung hadn't bothered to hide them. The poor boy was sobbing as he clutched onto Namjoon's arm.

"I never get tired of this, damn," Jungkook smiled.

"What's your favourite song then, Kookie?" Jin asked. Jungkook thought for a moment, musing over the various tracks he knew and loved so well, until he settled on one.

He wasn't sure he should tell the truth, it'd be easier to say it was Bohemian Rhapsody or Another One Bites The Dust, because he knew he'd be made fun of for his real favourite. The song that hypnotised him into lewd imagery in his head that he so badly wished he could experience. The song that, quite frankly, played up to one of his biggest fantasies.

"Fat Bottomed Girls," he had said timidly, avoiding eye contact from his hyungs for fear of their reaction.

Hoseok broke the silence that followed, unable to contain his giggles. Damnit, Jungkook thought, I knew I should have lied...

Namjoon nodded in understanding, smirking to himself at the admission. Tae barely paid attention, still trying to calm himself. Bless him, he never could get a hold of himself once he started to cry... Yoongi barely reacted, a simple "hmm," escaping.

"It's a damn good song," Jimin agreed, slow clapping with approval.

"It is, a big butt is appreciated in this christian household," Jin laughed, but he meant what he said sincerely. He loved a large, perky butt.

Jungkook however, loved a little more than that...

"Aw Kookie, you're blushing. Someone's got a thing for a big girl, huh?" Hoseok continued to laugh, never meaning any harm of course but teasing the younger like he would a little brother.

It was true though, Jungkook loved big girls. He was hypnotised by them; just how their bodies moved, the little jiggle of their curves with every step... He dared to imagine how a big girl would feel under his touch; the squish of her flesh, able to grab handfuls of her as he worships her from head to toe. The ripple of flesh as he'd spank her bare behind, fucking into her from behind... The after-sex cuddles, nuzzling into her soft, warm flesh so comfortably. God, he loved the thought.

The boys teased Jungkook mercilessly after that evening; even when he had thought they may have forgotten about it. Nothing would be mentioned for a few weeks, until a larger girl was walking past their table in a restaurant, or a big girl appeared on their television; it gave each member ammo to tease poor Kookie until he was a brilliant shade of beetroot.

His hyungs never meant to upset him, and they certainly had nothing against anybody who was plus sized, nor did they ever mock anyone for their weight. They knew, of course, that beauty goes much deeper; but it was so fun to watch Jungkook blush.

Weeks passed since his half-admission, and Jungkook still adored the song that triggered his fantasies. Every time it came on shuffle, his mind was filled with images of beautiful big girls, dancing to it in a bar with their friends, singing to it at karaoke, humming it whilst cooking breakfast for the him after a long, hot steamy night, moaning out sinful expletives to it as it played as he ravaged them...  

"JUNGKOOK!" Namjoon banged on his bedroom door, scaring the shit out of him as he lay on his bed, palming himself through his sweats to the song and his imagination. "Stop jacking off to the Michelin man and get out here." Shit.

Jungkook paused the music on his stereo and waited a moment in order to conceal the very obvious hard on he had given himself with his own imagination, and made his way out to the living room, dragging his feet in a sulk.

"What?" he grunted.

"Pleasant greeting, especially seeing as we're about to give you your birthday present," Jin scoffed, an envelope in his hand.

"S-sorry... Birthday present? It's not for a week?" he rubbed the back of his neck, confused and still slightly groggy from his earlier states of consumed lust.

"Yeah but, we need to give it to you now..." Jin held the envelope out in front of him, and the younger gladly took it, opening at as the rest of the boys looked on in anticipation for his reaction.

"No way..." his eyes widened, reading over the words on the page over and over. "London?! We're going to LONDON?!"

"Yeah, all of us. We've never really done any real touristy things there, and well, seeing as you're totally obsessed with Queen we thought you might like to spend some time where they came from? Visit some of their history, if you will?" Namjoon smiled, giddy with glee at the younger's happiness.

"I'd love to, yeah. Whoa... London," his eyes gleamed with joy as he continued to stare at the plane tickets in hand. "We leave tomorrow? Jesus it's so sudden."

"Yeah, so you should get packing. Two weeks, Kookie, Pack for two weeks," Tae shooed him back into his room. Jungkook went to turn, but decided to run at the group and pull them all into a ridiculous and awkward seven-way hug.

"This is awesome, thank you so much."

The brothers loved seeing him so excited, each wishing him an early happy birthday and patting him on the back or ruffling his hair.

And then Jungkook scurried back off to his room to find an empty suitcase and stuff it in the most chaotic organised mess known to man.

***

Jungkook spent days dragging the boys through London to different spots of significance to queen's legacy, giddily jumping from target to target. Along the way, they hit up bars, a couple of typical tourist spots, but the majority of the time was spent doing what Jungkook wanted; this was his birthday trip, after all.

But today, was Jungkook's birthday. And the boys had something... planned.

9pm rolled around, and the boys had eaten and gone back to their hotel rooms, telling Jungkook to dress up relatively smart ready for a night out.

Where, he had no idea. But he trusted his brothers, and knew whatever it was would be fun.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror in the ensuite of his room, Jungkook was pleased with his outfit. His black jeans clung to his muscled thighs, the maroon silk shirt he was wearing tucked into the waistband with the top two buttons undone, revealing a little skin and a gold key pendant. His long hair drooped in front of his eyes, parted in the middle.

He fiddled with the strands, seeing if they looked better tucked behind his ears or not; he couldn't decide.

A knock at the door to his room stopped him messing with his hair, knowing full well it was his brothers ready to take him to wherever they had in mind.

"Jungkook, open up! Come on!" It was Jimin, yelling through the door.

He grabbed his leather jacket that he'd flung over the end of his bed and made his way to the door.

***

"Please say you're joking..." Jungkook whined in the back of the cab, looking out at the neon light that spelled out 'Burlesque' flashing above a staircase leading down into a basement club.

"Nope," Hoseok grinned, opening the door and letting out the four of them. Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi had followed behind in a separate cab.

Jungkook stepped out last, reluctant and shy.

"Hyung, seriously... I'm not so sure about-"

"What, you shy? Embarrassed? C'mon, this is like, British at it's best, right?" Hoseok encouraged.

"I thought it was French?" Jin argued, coming up behind the group.

"Actually the term started in Italy, like 400 years ago..." Namjoon, ever the intellect, started to reel off a history lesson.

"Okay fine I'll go in, if it'll stop this," Jungkook waved his hand in Namjoon's general direction, making a bee line for the door to the steps. The others followed, grinning and giggling at Jungkook's already flushed cheeks.

They had done this on purpose. He was surprisingly coy about anything sexual with them; the others? Overtly sexual. As open as you could be. But Jungkook never got over his shyness. He . could have a laugh and a joke but the second it got serious, his cheeks would flush, his hands would get clammy and his heart would race.

Perhaps, because he was a kinky little fucker, and he didn't want people to know just how much...

But the boys still liked to mess with him. He was the baby, after all. So, burlesque club it was...

When Jungkook reached the bottom step, he stopped at the cloakroom, seeing a man in a booth waiting to take admission.

"How many, sir?" he had asked. Jungkook looked at the man for the moment; a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a red waistcoat, black lined eyes and a small tuft of hair sticking out from under a black bowler hat, reminiscent of the kind Charlie Chaplin wore.

Jungkook thanked his lucky stars that he'd been paying attention to his English tuition lately, not wanting to wait for Namjoon to translate. In fact, he'd gotten pretty damn good at it... Fluent, even.

"Uh, seven please."

"Have you booked?" he opened a diary.

"Yes, we have. Under the name Kim," Namjoon appeared beside Jungkook, smiling kindly and offering up ID of his passport. The attendant nodded, striking the name off the book.

"Okay, booth number four, front and centre," he grinned at the group of men that had now gathered, "Enjoy!" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Jungkook had to restrain himself from rolling his eyes. He was just doing his job after all.

The men wandered into the club, Namjoon finding the table with the golden number four at the edge. The men settled in the booth, with Jungkook placed strategically in the middle. The cloakroom attendant had been right; front and centre.

The lights to the club were dim, a spotlight trained on the stage at the front. Large red velvet curtains with gold trimmings hid most of the stage from view, waiting for the first act. Waiters and waitresses, all wearing black dress shirts and red waistcoats like the doorman, wondered the floor freely, taking drinks orders from the tables that were sat waiting. Punters were sat along the bar, mostly middle aged men there alone, or couples who hadn't booked a table.

Almost every table was full, both men and women alike. Groups of women were just as frequent as the men; girls' nights and bachelorette parties side by side with working class men out of an evening and bachelor parties too. The atmosphere was likened to that of a concert, before the lights go down and the artist walks on stage; the dull hum of conversation and anticipation filling the space.

A waitress came to take the order for the table, hurriedly scurrying off to collect their drinks and returning around 5 minutes alter, a tray perfectly balanced in her hand.

The boys got chatting, passing the time before the real show started. Jungkook sat nervously, an anxious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't sure about all this, he felt so vulnerable. He understood that burlesque was a beautiful art form and not just stripping; this was different. But something in him just felt uneasy about watching girls dancing and stripping, and he was sure it was because his hyungs were there to make fun of him for it.

He watched the time on his watch, ticking closer and closer to 10pm; he was sure that was when it was due to start. It must be...

And he was right. 10pm, and the bar lights dimmed, the spotlight shone, and the curtains slowly drew back, revealing a stage covered in beautiful girls, poised and ready to move as the music began. Their outfits were damn near sinful, and had all of the boys drooling into their cocktails; the beautiful red rhinestones that covered every inch of their bras, corsets and panties, the huge black feathers that fanned out behind them and stuck out of the top of headdresses, the black fishnet stockings held up by the red suspender belts, the classy red heel pumps... All were taken off one by one to the music, leaving each beautiful lady stood in underwear, stocking and vibrant red nipple tassels, swinging around suggestively.

The audience clapped and cheered as they finished the introductory number, the first act done with after 15 minutes of teasing, dancing, contortion and stripping.

The next act was introduced by a host; a male dressed like a ringmaster, of all clich��s. This was acrobatic; two beautiful blonde women, performing beautiful movements in aerial routines, backflips, front flips, splits, cartwheels and using each other's bodies to create shapes the natural body should never be able to form.

Jungkook was of course, in awe at the show, watching as act upon act did their thing after the host's introduction; dances, teasing, acrobatics, lip sync routines, live singers; it was incredible to watch. And yes, very, very sexy.

He couldn't help but let his mind wander, much like every other person watching. What would it be like to be with one of these dancers for an evening? What would it be like to have someone put on a show like this in private?

Another show ended, and all seven of the boys clapped in appreciation of the group of girls who had just finished their rendition of Marilyn Monroe's 'Lazy'.

The host wondered back onto the stage, clapping too.

"Beautiful, just beautiful. Well, next up is the girl you've all been waiting for... Ms. Devereaux!"

The place erupted.

A standing ovation as the lights went down, cheers and whistles filled the air and Jungkook and the others sat in quiet confusion, clapping and waiting for something to happen on the stage to explain the incredible reaction from everyone else in the room.

The noise died down, people sat in their seats once again, and the music began...

"Aaaaaaare you gonna take me home tonight?"

Jungkook sat bolt upright, suddenly very aware of himself and surroundings.

"Oooohhhh, down beside your red fire light."

He had to be hearing things.

"Aaaaaaare, you gonna let it all hang out?"

Nope, this was happening.

"Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round!"

The spotlight hit as the familiar guitar started to strum, landing on you, your back to the audience, shaking your hips and tapping your foot to the guitar's rhythm.

Jungkook could feel the heat rising in his face, knowing full well that every pair of eyes at his table were now focussed on him, and yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from where you stood on stage. He hadn't even seen your face, but god, he knew you were beautiful.

Your outfit was all black, elegant and yet so delectably scandalous. You wore a steel boned corset, moulding your delightful rolls into an hourglass figure to be envious of. It was black, laced at the back by black ribbon with small ruffle details alone the top. It dipped at the front, a clear v-line to show off the deep cleavage create by pushing your breasts together. From the hips to the back was covered in a feather train, cutting off at the back of your knees.

Suspenders hung from a garter belt hidden underneath the corset that attached to simple black stockings, the stitching running up the back of each of your legs following every little bump of cellulite and the natural curve of your calves.

Black satin panties covered your most important areas, the material shining against your beautiful round ass as you shook it in the spotlight to the music. Shiny black pumps stomped on the stage to the beat, along with a fancy cane you were holding in your right hand. Gloves made of the same sheer material as your stocking covered your forearms up past the elbow, an air of such sophistication added to your ensemble. And finally, a top hat with a couple of black feathers sticking up from the back.

Jungkook's jaw was hanging open, a comical 'o' shape of absolute shock etched into his face. The rest of the boys mimicked him, except they were looking at him, not at you on the stage.

The song continued, Freddie's oh so familiar voice singing out about beautiful big girls while you strut across the stage, flirting with the table in the front, dancing and hitting every beat, using your pure sexuality to entice every member of the audience as they whistled and clapped with glee.

"I've been singing with my band, across the wire, across the land, I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey!

But their beauty and their style, went kind of smooth after a while. Take me to them dirty ladies every time..."

Jungkook was bewitched, watching as you continued your number; so sexy, swaying your hips and using your cane as you slowly took one glove off, followed by another. He loved the red lipstick you were wearing, imagining it smeared across his own neck with you biting and nipping at his skin to leave purple bruise marks... He watched you slowly taking off the smaller accessories of your ensemble, wishing so damn hard that it was him who would be able to do it instead.

When the chorus kicked in again, the club erupted to sing along. Skilfully, you undid the bow in the ribbon lacing your corset together, and started to undo the clasps at the front with one hand as your twirled your cane with the other. Before you let it fall, you threw it to one side, twirling so the audience didn't quite see your bare breasts covered only by black nipple tassels. You had more to take off before you finally revealed yourself...

At his table, the other members were getting rowdy like the rest of the club. They knew the song well, thanks to Jungkook, so sang along where they could, waving their arms around and dancing in place. But Kookie sat still, staring, mesmerised and imagining all the sinful activities he would just love to do with you.

He couldn't help himself; watching the way your hips swayed, your ass bounced, your thighs jiggled... It was turning him on to no end, and he was so desperate for you. To him, you were an absolute goddess, everything about you so beautiful. He'd never seen anyone like you before.

As the song neared its end, you were practically nude; the heels had been kicked off, the stockings taken off with the garter belt following, the top hat discarded and flung into the audience.

You kept yourself fairly concealed, your back to the crowd until Freddie shouts "GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE", and you span around dancing to the guitar and Freddie's ad-libs as the song drew to a close, the tassels spinning and swaying, every beautiful roll of yours jiggling so perfectly.

Jungkook watched in awe as your danced around with your cane, practically nude, showing off your beautiful body. He could feel himself hardening, straining against the tightness of his jeans that he was grateful were so tight, there was no way anyone would be able to tell he was actually hard...

He had to meet you. He had to. If nothing else, just to tell you how beautiful he thought you were.

As the number ended, you posed at the edge of the stage, looking front and centre at Jungkook. Everybody in the room was cheering, clapping, whistling, all on their feet. But Jungkook stayed in his seat, and it caught your eye. You noticed just how dark his eyes were, how hooded they looked. You knew that look; it was lust. He was totally under your spell. So, being the showgirl you were, you smirked at him and winked, with a little blow of a kiss in his direction, before the lights went out and you exited the stage.

You had a few other numbers that night, a couple of different songs to do; some solo, some in groups, but each time you noticed Jungkook still staring, still spell bound. You found it quite amusing; such a handsome, muscled yet lean guy, incapacitated by a plus size burlesque dancer.

Cute.

The final number included all the performers, wrapping up the night in a beautiful display of acrobatics, live vocals, contortion, dancing and of course, mild nudity amongst a blur of feathers, rhinestones and tassels.  You took your final bow with your colleagues and friends, and made your way backstage to turn yourself back from Ms. Devereaux into y/n, ready to step back out into the club to mingle with the regulars and staff you knew and loved so much until closing.

Back on the floor, Jungkook felt almost like he was floating. It may have been the precarious amount of cocktails he had sipping on throughout the night, but he was sure that it was you he was intoxicated by.

As his brothers sat chatting and continuing to drink, enjoying the night - and occasionally making jabs at Jungkook for his reaction to your numbers, - Jungkook sat dipping in and out of the conversation, he attention elsewhere. He kept looking over to the corner of the club, a door with a 'stage door' sign on and a man clad in all black with an earpiece in one ear standing watch outside. He had to try...

He excused himself from the table, Namjoon and Tae having to stand to let him out of the booth. They assumed he was on his way to the bathroom, until they watched him head straight for the stage door.

"What the hell is he doing?" Yoongi asked, confused.

The others shrugged, watching intently.

The bouncer at the door held a hand out to Jungkook, who stood awkwardly, hands plunged into his pockets

"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, hands crossed in front of him.

"I-I was... um, is it possible to speak to one of the dancers?" he asked, nerves making him stutter over his words.

"Which one?"

"Uh... Ms. Dav-Daver..." he couldn't quite remember your name completely

"Ms. Devereaux?" the bouncer knew who he meant, thankfully. Jungkook nodded. "I'll let her know she has a fan," the man smirked, pressing a button on a radio he pulled from his back pocket and speaking into it, "Mr. Vandross, I have a gentleman here who would like to speak to Ms. Devereaux." The radio beeped and static poured out.

"Okay, 10 minutes," a male voice came back through the device.

"Now worries," the bouncer replied, shoving the radio into his pocket again. "10 minutes, sir. If you'd like to wait by the bar. Ms. Devereaux's will have a mojito."

"O-oh, okay..." Jungkook wasn't sure exactly what just happened, or what he expected to happen, but he turned back towards the bar and took up an empty stool near the end, ordering a drink for himself and your favourite cocktail. He watched the hands of his watch tick by minute by minute, anxiously tapping his foot against the bar stool, until he saw movement beside him, taking the stool next to him.

"Hello," you smiled, taking the mojito that Frankie the bar tender had brought to you as you sat down and taking a sip. Jungkook was taken back a little bit, still very much in awe of your beauty. You had kept your make up on, but now were wearing a knee length bodycon dress that hugged you in every place you had so proudly shown off throughout the night.

"H-hi..." Seeing you up close like this, being able to take in every feature of your face as well as your body, created a tsunami of nerves Jungkook hadn't expected. You were even more beautiful now, if that were possible.

"I was told you wanted to see me. What can I do for you?"

So much, Jungkook thought.

"I just wanted to say that... well, um- y-you're really beautiful and very talented." He played with the cocktail stirrer in his glass as he spoke. You smiled sweetly at his kind comment. Clearly his first language was not English; you could tell by the way he paused between words to think. It was endearing to you, something so cute. He was trying so hard, trying to talk to you as best he could.

You could tell you were making him nervous by the way he bit his lip and fiddled with his long hair, pushing it back and letting it flop back into place.

"What's your name?" you asked, curious to know more about this absolutely gorgeous man who looked like such a confident soul by appearance, but was downright terrified now he was in front of you.

"J-Jungkook," he stuttered again. Aw.

"I like it," you mused, and he hung his head as he smiled at your compliment. "Jungkook, you seem nervous," you placed your hand on his knee, feeling just how tight those jeans were. His eyes darted to your hand, electricity sparking at the contact.

"S-sorry, Ms. Devereaux. I just think you're so..." he wasn't sure how to finish that sentence. Beautiful wasn't enough; in fact, he was sure he didn't have an English word in his repertoire that could describe how gorgeous you were.

"Please, Ms. Devereaux is my stage name. I'm y/n, call me by that," you removed your hand from his knee, taking hold of your cocktail and taking another sip. "I'm flattered you think of me so highly. I noticed you, y'know. On stage I mean. The way you looked at me..." you leaned a little closer to him, so close he could smell the perfume you had sprayed before meeting him, "like you just wanted to fuck me," you whispered.

Jungkook's head snapped up, making eye contact with such shock...

"I-I'm sorry?"

"The look on your face, it was...primal. You wanted me, you were thinking about it, picturing it. Were you not?" you challenged, leaning your elbow on the bar and leaning into him a little more, keeping your voice low and so god damn seductive he was falling deeper and deeper into that imagination again.

"I-I..."

"It's okay, you can say it..." you teased, pressing your free hand against his thigh and feeling the taught muscle straining. Wow, you thought, those thighs... You would be more than happy to let him use those thighs against you however he liked. "Do you want to fuck me, Jungkook?"

He took a moment, thinking carefully of the pros and cons of this situation. Not that it mattered, he answered without paying attention to either.

"So much," he practically growled. You smirked, watching that darkness return to his eyes.

"Then why are we still sat here?"

Immediately Jungkook took your hand, downed his drink and without a thought to the rest of his brothers - who had all been watching from their booth in awe - took your hand from his knee and pulled you out of the club.

On the surface, you hailed a black cab down, climbing in the back with Jungkook in tow.

"My place or yours?" you had asked, and Jungkook barked the hotel name at the driver.

The whole car ride was laced with so much sexual tension. You had a moment of what the hell are you doing, y/n? that you brushed to the back of your mind. No, this wasn't like you. You had never taken a punter home before, never slept with anyone you met at work. But this guy... You couldn't pass this delicious specimen up.

You placed your hand on his thigh once again, a little higher than before, squeezing the muscle as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, using the close proximity to nuzzle your hair. Whatever shampoo you used was intoxicating to him. You could feel his hot breath on your ear, taken by surprise when he started to nip at the lobe and suckle lightly.

He wasted no time when the cab pulled up outside the hotel, passing far too many notes to the driver as he pulled you out with his arm around your waist. Already, he loved the way it felt under his touch, the squish just as delectable as he had imagined.

The both of you had been holding back since the cab ride but when he finally got you in the elevator alone, he couldn't stop himself.

Catching you off guard, he pushed you into the corner, looming over you with such animal lust you thought he might take you right there and then. Instead, he crashed his lips down onto yours, finally getting to taste you. His hands groped at your hips pulling them closer to his own in an attempt to grind on you, but the tightness of his jeans meant the friction he desired was further away than he thought.

The elevator dinged and doors opened on Jungkook's floor. He was too caught up in you that he didn't move; you had to push him with a giggle and direct him out into the corridor.

"Which room is it?" you laughed, looking both ways as if the room would be basking in a golden glow and obvious to you if you just looked hard enough. It wasn't.

"This way," he pulled on your hand in the direction of his room, digging in his pockets for his wallet and key card to get in.

Pulling you into the hotel room, he slammed the door shut behind the two of you, kicking it shut. You surprised him by pushing him up against it now, getting him back for trapping you in the elevator.

You kissed him again, going a little slower than Jungkook may have liked, but you wanted to savour the moment. Besides, you had been teasing all night; it was your job. Why would you stop now?

Using your tongue to lightly graze against his lips, you silently told him to open up, diving in further to deepen you kiss. Jungkook chuckled to himself; you tasted like your mojito. He pulled back for breath, resting his head back on the door and looking down at you through his lashes.

Your red lipstick had barely smudged, only the slightest trace he was ever there. I'll have to try harder, he thought.

A few deep breaths and Jungkook resumed the kiss, cupping your rounded face with one hand to create an intimate moment between you. It was sweet, but you were running out of patience and the lust was building and building.

Grabbing hold of his leather jacket, you slipped it off his shoulders, throwing it to the side. Grabbing fistfuls of the silk shirt, you pull him as you step back further into the room until the edge of his bed hits the back of your knees. Your hands make light work of the buttons on the shirt, undoing them and exposing his chest and abs. Holy shit, the abs.

Untucking it from his jeans, he rips the material from his torso for you, his lips never leaving yours as they moulded together so desperately.

He breaks you apart once again, spinning you round to have you stood with your back to him. His hands trace from your hips, up your waist to the zipper at the back of your dress. Slowly, he dragged it down, undoing the material to expose the bra straps and flesh hiding beneath. You pulled the sleeves off your arms pushing the material off you, down your hips, wiggling them as you slipped out of it. The dress hit the floor, and you're now stood in front of him, your back to him, in simple lace lingerie; a stark contrast to the rhinestones, glitter and feathers from hours before.

Jungkook's hands slowly lifted from beside him, slipping around your waist to feel you, needing to touch the beautiful ripples of flesh around your hips and tummy.

"You feel so soft," he whispered into your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder, his hands wandering over your body. You reached behind you, unclasping your bra to drop to the side of you, leaning back into Jungkook's touch as his lips trailed back up to your neck, suckling on the skin.

His hands raised from your waist to meet your now free breasts, loving the way they felt in his hands. And you had to admit, this was possibly the most erotic foreplay you'd had in a long time. Jungkook was skilled with his hands, and you core ached to find out just how good with his hands he could be...

You turned to face him once again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you, pressing your bare chests together as his arms enveloped you, loving how squishy you felt.

Your lips reconnected, your tongues doing that same familiar dance as before as he pushed you again, forcing you to sit on the edge of the bed below him. You crawled back, enough so that he had space to kneel between your knees on the mattress and hover over you, his long hair tickling the skin on your forehead and his key pendant dangling between the mounds of your breasts.

He kissed a line of wet, sloppy kisses down your neck again, suckling and biting but using his tongue each time to soothe the sting of his teeth. Before long his mouth was on your breast, suckling at your sensitive nipple with an outrageous amount of care. his actions elicited the first real moan of the evening, unable to contain your pleasure any longer.

His lips continued their assault south, leaving little red marks along your chubby tummy that you were sure would turn purple given time. He spent time there, simply kissing, biting suckling at your chub, and despite the intimate actions, you never felt at all insecure about your weight like many other sexual encounters had made you feel. In fact, you felt empowered.

He was worshipping you, in all your beautiful rubenesque beauty.

Your core was aching for him, the wetness pooling in your panties the longer he spent adoring your body. You wriggled a little under him, uncomfortably aroused. He must be feeling it too, the strain against his jeans getting too much to bare, but he soldiered on, only caring about you and your wellbeing. He wanted to please you so much.

His kisses lowered again, reaching the space where your tummy protruded the most just above the lace of your panties. He looked up at you again through his lashes, his eyes as dark as they had been when you were performing. He was asking - begging - for your approval... And of course you gave it, spreading your legs wider for him to settle between.

His lips touched your thighs, peppering the flesh with kisses. He loved the way they jiggled a little with every small movement you made, every squirm under each kiss.

Suddenly, his kisses concentrated on your lace covered pussy, the heat of his breaths sending such wonderful shivers up your spine; finally some contact. He pulled the fabric to the side, revealing only part of where you needed him most. He kissed the bare skin, your juices coating his lips in a beautiful gloss; it suited him well.

He sat up momentarily, pulling the fabric off your legs before he lunged forward, pouncing on you like a cat on its prey. He had tasted you on his lips and immediately needing more. He couldn't stop himself.

His lips covered your mound, his tongue darting out between your folds to lap your juices up, tasting that sweet taste oh so completely. Your breath fell short as your back arched, the warm wetness a brand new sensation that you could only describe as emphatic.

"J-Jungkook," you whined, breathless as his tongue circled your clit, the nerves reacting accordingly.

"Mmm," he hummed from between your thighs, using his strength to hold them down, squishing at the flesh. He knew how to used his mouth, and every damn part of it; his lips, his tongue, even his teeth, grazing the bundle of nerves gently to elicit another reaction.

"Oh, fuck, it feels so good..." your hands bunched in his hair, pulling at the long strands. The sting he felt only spurred him on, loving the feeling of you controlling him like this.

One of the hands clutched around your thighs let go, snaking around to plunge two long fingers into your entrance. The intrusion was surprising, but most welcome, stretching you out so well as his mouth continued attacking your clit. He curled them, tapping up on the soft cushion inside you that made you pulse with need. Fuck, he was too good at this.

That delicious feeling was growing in the pit of your stomach, your pussy throbbing rhythmically as he brought you closer and closer to the edge; tapping and curling his fingers, working his mouth harder, sloppier on you.  

"Sh-shit... Oh, my god. I'm- I'm gonna..." you weren't making any sense audibly, but your body's reaction was translating enough. Jungkook knew you were close, and somehow, he kicked into high gear as he fucked your pussy with his fingers harder.

Something inside you burst, like someone has gripped a full water balloon tighter and tighter until it exploded. The metaphor was spot on, the sheets completely soaked as your pussy got over-excited, squirting more arousal around Jungkook's hand and dripping down his chin.

No one had ever made you do that before; even Jungkook seemed shocked as he sat up, wiping his mouth, watching you regain some modicum of stability.  

"H-how? What did you do?" you asked. "I didn't know I could do that," you laughed, trying to gain your breath back.

Jungkook just grinned in response, a shit-eating, smug grin, before he was attacking your lips with his own again, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue. You'd barely had any time to recuperate, but you absolutely were not going to stop him.

Now it was his turn for some relief.

He wasted no time undoing the leather belt on his jeans and popping the button and zipper. You tried to help, your hands getting in the way a little but eventually taking lead to pull the tight material from his hips, exposing the thighs you marvelled at earlier that night. He scrambled to remove the rest, pulling off his boxers as he did so. Versace, you noticed. Very nice.

But now, he was like you; completely nude, completely exposed.

As soon as you saw the size of him, your cunt ached again. You needed him, to feel full. He was of average length, but certainly thicker than any man you had been with before. You could practically already feel the stretch...

"Turn over," he demanded, all worship lost on you and now, he needed this; his fantasy. You did as you were told, flipping over onto your stomach and raising your ass into the air for him, giving him a delicious behind view of your pussy and outrageous bubble butt. "Fuck," he whispered as his hand grazed the skin of your cheek; this is what he wanted, what he'd always wanted.

Gently, he tapped the flesh, testing the waters but watching as the skin rippled, just as he had imagined it would. His cock leaked a drop of pre-cum at the sight.

When you giggled a little in response, he took that as the consent you had meant it to be to spank a little harder. When he did, you squeaked a little, reacting to the sting. You loved it. you wanted it harder. You wanted branding.

"Fuck, you're incredible," he said, lining his head up with your entrance, ready and dripping for him again already. The delightful stretch you felt as he pushed into you was euphoric, sending your eyes rolling back into your head and your arms almost giving way underneath you. His fingers dug into your ass, his nails creating little crescent moon shapes in your skin.

It took all his willpower not to lose control right then, knowing you'd need a second to adjust having only been used to two of his fingers before. You silently thanked him, and when you were ready, started to bounce your ass against him to gain the friction you both needed.

Jungkook needn't move; you were doing the work for him, every pound of glorious jiggle bounding in front of him. He watched in amazement, feeling nothing but pure pleasure as you moved on his dick, but he could only take it for so long until he needed control back.

He needed to pound into you the way he had imagined. And so, he did.

Gripping onto your love handles, he pulled your hips back onto him, his balls slapping hard against your pussy. It felt fantastic, and god, did you love being controlled like this. You cried out at the movement, egging him on to please, please keep doing that.

He pulled his hips back again, before slamming back into you with force. Your ass rippled at the action and my god did he love it. He needed to see more of it, that beautiful jiggle.

As he fucked into you from behind, his hand collided with your ass check with much more force than before, sure to leave a red hand print like you had hoped. You cried out, biting down on the sheets underneath you to keep the screams from getting too loud.

With him spanking at your ass and drilling into you with such ferocity, you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially after the first powerful orgasm he had given you.

But he pulled out of you completely, using all his strength to flip you over again. He crawled back on top of you, positioning his hip in-between your thighs before pistoning his hips forward and impaling you on his length again. Jungkook had decided he needed to see your beautiful face, your fucked out eyes and your pink flushed cheeks when you came around his cock. He wanted the intimacy back that you can't get from behind. He had got his wish, and now he needed to be close to you.

The sweat on his forehead had gathered and matted his hair to his face, making him look even more fucking god-like than you even thought possible. You pushed the hair out of his face as he thrust up into you, grinding your hips together as he did. His eyes were glazed with lust and staring straight into yours that you could barely keep open. He loved how you looked, how you bounced under him.

Your hand moved from tugging his hair back to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips desperately as the two fo you got so close to your untimely end. You wished you could both go for longer but there was too much to get excited about, too much to turn you on to be able to prolong the inevitable.

"Y-You're so beautiful, y/n. So, so fucking beautiful," he mumbled against your lips between groans and grunts of animalistic nature.

"K-Kookie," the nickname rolled of your tongue without thinking, followed by a moan that told him you were getting close again. He knew he wouldn't last much longer the second your walls clenched around him. But he didn't want you to miss out on your second high, not on account of him.

"Touch yourself for me," he instructed, "please..." his begging tone was surprising but so charming, and you'd be evil to ignore him. You slipped your hand between the two of you, drawing pleasant circles over your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

With the new sensation, you had seconds left. Your back arched up into him, pressing your bodies together. You couldn't control your squirming anymore, knowing that what was coming was going to be earth shattering.

Jungkook growled as you clenched again, lowering his head to your breasts and biting gently down on one of your nipples, kneading your breast with his hand. Too much; it was all too much. You could feel yourself dissolving into pleasure beneath him.

Your nerves seemed to to catch alight, like a burning ember had met gasoline inside your body. Your breath hitched in your throat silencing your moans and every muscle clenched tightly as it all hit at once. As stage one of your orgasm played out, stage two came in what felt like electric shocks hitting you multiple times, rocketing through you and pulsing. Your legs convulsed, muscles twitching and the like someone had pressed unmute on you, you let out the most tremendous moans of bliss.

Jungkook kept thrusting, losing his rhythm as he watched you come undone. It turned him on so much, and when your pussy started to pulse around him that was it for him; beautifully warm spurts of cum painted your walls as his body went rigid. He grit his teeth, a long, low grunt erupting from the very pits of his stomach.

It took you both a few moments to regain some sense, breathing hard and heavy. Jungkook had to use all his upper body strength to keep him from collapsing on you, still reeling from the most intense orgasm he thinks he had ever had.

"Shit..." he huffed, looking up to see you beet red, panting and completely fucked out. His arms ached so much he couldn't hold himself up anymore, collapsing into your soft body and snuggling into you with exhaustion.

"Are you okay?" you asked, still panting away like a dog in ferocious sunlight. He nodded against you, still breathing hard himself. "Well... that was- that was incredible. You're incredible."

"Thanks..." he chuckled. "I... I'm here for another week, y'know..." he looked up at you, waiting for a response. You hummed in approval.

"Thats at least another... six or seven shows," you grinned. If he was insinuating that the two of you were going to continue these little hotel escapades for the remainder of his stay, who were you to say no...

"Tomorrow, you're bringing all that shit back here with you." He wanted the feathers, the rhinestones, the glitter, and he wanted it littering his hotel room floor. "And that cane, too..."

"A private show, huh? I'm sure we can arrange that. Any song requests?" you teased.

"Fat bottomed girls," he replied. "Absolutely, every fucking time. Fat bottomed girls."

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Sad, Lonely and Bad at Math Chapter 4 Scene 3

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At the end of the work day, a little while after closing hours, Jack was still at the studio. Not because he had overtime on his first day, but because he was hoping to avoid running into a certain accountant. As much as he loathed to admit it, his nerves had gotten the better of him, fear of a possible negative reaction to his little present making him wait almost half an hour before finally heading to his car. He cursed his cowardice with every step, knowing that he was only delaying the inevitable. Either Grant accepted it, or he didn't.

But then, barely a few feet out of the studio, he spotted the same person he'd tried to evade. Shoulders hunched and head bowed, the smaller man was trudging into the parking lot, presumably to his car. His down demeanor sent a pang through his heart. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he was already well on his way to intercepting him before his mind caught up to his body.

"G-grant?" The accountant stopped midstep, seeming to re-inflate at the sound of his voice and turned quickly to face him.

"Jack...!" He had been hoping to catch Jack at the end of their work day, but paperwork had kept him late.

Jack offered a hesitant smile. “I-I see you ended up later as well... um.. how.. how are you?” He was still concerned, couldn't help it after seeing the smaller man look so sad only moments ago.

But there was no trace of it left now, a shine instead in Grant's eyes. "I'm surprisingly good for such a long work day! I have to thank you again Jack, you.. you really helped me deal with... everything, basically." Blushing a little, he looked slightly to the side. "A-and... thank you for that gift..." was added as a shy mumble, face turning redder.

“I-“ He reddened, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m happy it helped... a-and that you.. you liked the gift...” He couldn't bring himself to say anything more, too nervous to address the elephant in the room.

Grant didn't look any more keen on bringing up the meaning of his innocent little gift either, the small man's face by now almost the color of his red hair, struggling to meet Jack's eyes. "Yes it's very.... nice." He winced.

"Oh well, um... I'm glad." He coughed awkwardly, desperately trying to find something else to talk about now. The only idea he could come up with wasn't much better, but nothing could be worse than this painful silence. “U-um...” he murmured, biting his lip. “Could I... get your phone number? Or I could give you mine too of course-! That way we could call and plan another time to meet up for coffee or something... m-maybe.. a d-date...?" He trailed off at the end, glancing away nervously.

Head snapping up, Grant could only stare at the other man for a moment, mouth opening and closing without a word coming out. "Yeah!" his usually so deep voice had turned into a breathless squeaky pitch, "Yeah sure that sounds great let me just-" Fumbling through his pockets, he managed to produce a piece of paper and a pen (almost dropping both several times thanks to his shaky hands) and scribbled his number onto it. "H-here you go.."

Jack’s attention turned immediately back to Grant, eyes wide in surprise at the voice change. His blush only worsened. “Th-Thank you...” he murmured, taking the paper from him. “I-I... I’ll call you?” That seemed like the right next step here?

"I-I'm looking forward to it. The- the call and the date.." Grant's face was aflame and all of him trembling slightly, but the smile he gave Jack could've outshone the sun. Fidgeting with his hands, he looked about as unsure about what to do now as the other felt too.

“I do too...” Jack said softly. But what to do now? He certainly couldn’t just walk away, something had to happen here... “I’ll... see you soon?” He held his arms out to offer a hug, hoping that would be enough.

"Tomorrow at work, most likely." The little bit of teasing slipped out before Grant could stop it. While he was already feeling so stupidly bold, he surged forward and hugged Jack, giving him one good squeeze. And then he squeaked out one more little "Bye!", turned on his heels and speedily walked away down the street. Okay and maybe, maybe also feeling incredibly giddy, unable to think about anything else than the fact that Jack liked him!! He really did!!!

"I-" The teasing comment caught him entirely off guard, as did the sudden hug and Grant's equally quick exit. His jaw dropped in slack-jawed shock, precious moments wasted in trying to process what just happened. But then he caught himself, calling out just before he turned the corner, "Y-yes, see you tomorrow! I'll call you later!" He pulled his hat down over his face once more, shoving a long-drawn out excited whine into its brim. This was actually happening!

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The halls of the studio were empty once again, even Wally long gone. Not a soul was left within, only the tapping of a cane on wood. First to arrive, last to leave. Who could waste time with sleep and the likes when there was still work to be done? So he stayed at his studio, sometimes all night. It was his pride and joy, after all. His alone.

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The Bough That Broke Pt. 13

Synopsis: Jin is injured from an avoidable accident, leaving him partially paralyzed from the waist down. Reader is the nurse that is hired to take care of him once he gets back to the dorms and begins the physically and emotionally painful road to recovery. Will she have what it takes to spark determination in him to get back on the stage?

Characters: Idol!Jin x Nurse!Reader

Genre: Whump, Angst, Itty Bittyamount of crack, itty bitty amount of fluff, maybeeeeeee some smut

Warnings: fluff, a hint of smut, much more to come, a teensy bit of angst/self doubt

Word Count: 1903

Lifting off his lap, you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs. You shimmied them down over his hips, his erection springing free from it’s confines. Even in the darkness of the room, you could sense a change in his demeanor. The air was suddenly thick with tension and reservation. You heard his sharp intake of breath and the long sigh that followed. Trying to reassure him, you cupped his face in your hands, whispering softly to not break the mood.

“This is completely up to you, Jin. We can stop any time you want, if you don’t feel like you are ready.”

“Thats not it.” He replied. “I want this so badly it killing me, but i don’t want to disappoint you. I want this to be as enjoyable for you as it is for me.” 

“Jin. As long as it’s with you, that’s all that matters to me. We can take it slow together. Learn each others body. We don’t have t rush a thing.” 

He pulled you close to him, his lips searching for yours in a connection that would put you both at ease. You made your way, not so nimbly, out of your panties. When you lowered yourself back down, you felt his full length nestle between your folds. You couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling of him beneath you, naked and soul bared before you. Shyness invaded your mind, your own fears of not being able to satisfy a lover. 

Jin was now the one to assure you that you had nothing to fear. Reaching between your bodies, he found your clit, hid thumb slowly circling over it. Your head fell back, the electricity coursing already in your veins from his touch. Raising yourself on your knees, he lined the head up with your entrance. You lowered yourself down onto him, the stretch of your walls an almost foreign sensation. Your hands gripped his shoulders for support as he filled you to the hilt. Neither of you moved, allowing the moment to adjust to the way the other felt with this intimate connection you now shared.

When you began to roll your hips, his fingers dug harshly into your thighs, stilling your movement.

“Don’t move yet. If you do, I might not last long.”

Your head went forward, foreheads touching. You took a deep breath, your racing heart beating in your ears. After a few fleeting moments, his grip loosened, letting you know you could begin to move. With a gentle rocking of your hips, you felt your body stretch and close around him. His arms encircled you, chests touching, his own racing heart beating in rhythm with yours. Your pace was slow and passionate, putting all your feelings into making love to him.  

This wan’t just a passing fling to you. You had never given yourself to someone so freely and fully. With him, you felt it. That one thing you hadn’t felt with your only other one lover. With Jin, you shared something very few others share. A common event, a common struggle. A fear that you had both felt, a determination to survive. If anything described soulmates, you two were the perfect example. 

You could feel a coil tightening in your gut, tensing and ready to snap at any moment. 

“I’m-I’m close.” You breathed out. 

“Ride it out, baby. Hold on to me, I’ve got you.” He whispered in your ear. With a scream that was muffled by his mouth claiming yours in a heated and hungry kiss, you both came undone, your own orgasm spreading through every fiber of your being, every nerve ending sparking and buzzing. He filled you with his release, a low growl coming from somewhere deep within him. 

You sat there, him still deep within you, riding your high until your heart found its slow steady beat once again. With you on top of him, he used his arms to push you both down in the bed, him holding you close as he laid with you on top of him. He let you gently roll to your side, his arms still around you. There were no words, only tender kisses and touches as you both fell asleep in each others arms.

You were roused by the sound of Jin’s soft voice talking to someone else in the room.

“I think I’m going to let her sleep.” he said to whoever it was. 

“Are you going to tell her?” 

Namjoon.

“I don’t know if she is ready to hear it.” Jin replied, a bit of doubt in his tone. You kept your eyes closed, worry edging its way into your thoughts. 

Ready to hear what? That you were just a one night stand? That he didn’t really want to be with you? 

You made a small purr, alerting Jin that you were waking up. 

“Good morning sleepyhead. Why don’t you sleep in today. Jack is here for my therapy.” Jin cooed to you, confusing you even more to what he was talking about with Namjoon.

You nodded your head sleepily, thankful for the chance to sleep in, just a bit. But the nagging in the back of your mind, the what ifs, the doubt and fear. It would keep you awake. But , your eyes remained closed as he shuffled himself out of bed and into his chair. 

In the main room, Jin joined Jack and the others. Namjoon sat on the couch while Jack did the usual stretches and exercises. Jin made some steps with his walker, Jack ever close beside him as he walked around the couch. An hour later, Jack bid his farewell, and Jin was seated on the couch next to Namjoon. 

“So are you going to tell her or not?” Namjoon was very serious. The repercussions of what he and Jin talked about, heavy in his mind.

“Joon, I’m not even sure if I am going to do it or not. If I tell her, and then I don’t do it, then what would it be for?” 

“She needs to know, hyung.”

“I need to know what?” Your voice echoed in the nearly empty space. Both heads turned to you. 

You padded down the hallway, sitting next to Namjoon on the couch. Jin wheeled up in front of you. He placed his hands on your knees, leaning in you peck your cheek with a kiss. Still a bit confused, you let him kiss you then you leaned back to look at them both.

“So. What do I need to know? I heard you both talking earlier in the bedroom. If you have something to tell me, then go ahead. I am a big girl you know.” 

Sensing the tension in the air, Namjoon looked at you, then jin, then rose from his seat and left the room. Now that you were alone, you stared at Jin.

“It’s nothing really, Y/N.” Jin stated simply.

“If last night was a one time thing, or if you aren’t really into me like that, please just let me know now.” You could feel the tears threatening to bust through the weak dam that was holding them back.

“What in the hell are you talking about? Last night was definitely not a one time thing. And.” he paused, his features softening as he leaned forward, both of his hands on either of your knees. “I am so into you. Did last night not show that?” 

You felt your cheeks blush. Last night was magical, in the corniest meaning of word, but still. 

“Then why won’t you tell me what you and Joon were talking about?” 

“Because. I don’t know if it will even happen. But here it is. They are starting touring dates soon. I was debating on going with them. If I do, I will miss out on therapy, and maybe backtrack on my progress. But if I don’t,  worry that I might have regrets. I’m leaning towards going.”  

You sat back into the couch cushions. You knew that this group was his life, even if he couldn’t participate. If he stayed behind, then you knew he would regret it. You had to convince him to go, even if it meant you wouldn’t see him for some time.

“Go.” you stated abruptly. Jin stared into your eyes. Were you telling him to go?

“Just like that? Aren’t you afraid that all the work you have put into my therapy will go to waste?”

“I’ll go with you.” You covered your mouth quickly. Did you really just say that you would go with them? Would you? Of course you knew the answer to that question.

“Really? You would do that? If you went, then you could help me continue therapy. And we could spend more time together.” There goes that eyebrow wiggle that you have come to adore.

“Why not? You even said I need a break. I just don’t want it to appear that I am going just because I am hopelessly in love with someone going.” You entire face flushed at your admittance of your feelings towards Jin. A huge grin lit up his face. He joy he was feeling had him feeling a strange giddiness within him.

“Did you just admit you love me? Why Miss Y/N. I must say though, that the feeling is most mutual. Especially after last night.” He grabbed your arms and pulled you forward, planting a kiss to your half parted lips. Your hands gripped his wrists as you steadied yourself. It was only when you heard throats clearing, that you broke away.

“So we have to get an extra plane ticket, huh?” Jimin asked from behind Jungkook. His smile told you that he was all for the idea. 

“Guess so Jimin-ssi. Let go order it now.” Jungkook wrapped Jimin in a headlock as he drug him away. 

“It will be nice having you around. Our own personal nurse.” Hoseok chimed in as he plopped down beside you. Jin smacked his leg jokingly. 

“She’s my personal nurse, thank you. She is also my girlfriend, so don’t get any ideas heartthrob.” 

Your eyes widened when Jin called you his girlfriend.

“I’m? I’m your girlfriend?” you stuttered, to the amusement of both Jin and Hoseok.

“Woman, after last night, if I could make you more than my girlfriend, I would. But I’ll have to settle for girlfriend right now.”

“Jin’s got a girlfriend y’all!” Hoseok hollered through the dorms with that knowing smirk on his face.

“We will not live this down, will we?” You asked through your hands that covered your beet red face.

“No way in hell beautiful.” Jin took your hands from your face, tilting his head to look you in the eyes.

“I can’t wait till I can show you the kind of lover I want to be to you.” Kissing your nose, he took your hand and made you follow him to the bedroom. 

“We need to get cleaned up for the day. We have a planning meeting later and I want you to attend since you’re going with us.” Jin threw some clothes on the bed, while you rummaged through your bag for a change of clothes. Once you had both showered, and got dressed, you headed out with them to the meeting. They used the excuse that you would need to be there in case something happened, just as a precaution. Of course they believed that, seeing that you had been his nurse for almost six months now. The more oblivious they were, the better. You then called your own work and told them the plans for your travel. Thankfully with the freedom your certain position held, you were given clearance without any problem. The only thing left was to get ready.

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Day 25 ~ Christmas 2019 Ego Fanfics

Well.....here we are. The 25th of December, Christmas Day. This isn't a full on fanfic to be honest, this is kind of an epilogue to everything I've posted this month. You're gonna see snippets of everyone on Christmas Day, and so I hope you enjoy it.....let's do it!

TAGGING: @anti-switch-glitch @bim-trimler @bimlee-trimmer @shawn-flynn-the-switch @goog-ler-iplier @robbie-lee-zombie @jack-leeboyman @silvlee-shepherd @yandere-ipli-ler @thehostofleetrature @ed-edlee @google-switchy-red @googlee-oliver @erik-lee-derekson @ericleederekson @googlee-green @thegoodnewsdoctler @doctoripliler @marvin-lee-magician  @marvinleemagician @marvin--the-magnificent @bingy-switch @bingylee @dr-schneeplestein @dr-schneeple-switch @bright-light-mark @kingoflesquirrel @king-of-lee-squirrels @chase-brodlee @darkipli-ler @darkipliler @giggles-and-pink-mustaches @wilford-lee-warfstache @the-authler @the-dapper-switch @its-lee-mad-mike

Plus, all the other characters included that don't have accounts in the community that I'm aware of: Harold B Darrensworth, Blankgameplays, Abe the Detective, Goopiplier, Kinkiplier, Benjamin the Butler, Gooper, Mini Bing, Angelicsepticeye, Angus the Survival Hunter, ~ Isaac Brody, Marceline Brody, Sofia Schneeplestein, Luca Schneeplestein (All first names are NOT CANON, I just made em up) ~ Madpat, Natemare, FNAF Night Guard, District Attorney (Y/N), and Celine ~~~ALSO PLEASE BE AWARE THAT I DON'T HAVE EVERY EGO IN THE TAGS BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIT THEM ALL!

Also, if anyone's interesting....the total word count for the series was 59,546.....wowie....okay, now onto the fic!

So…here we are, the day is at hand…I’m not going to go into detail because y’know, I want to leave them all to it, but I can set the scene for all of you. The main living room is full, and there’s nobody sat on their own…but it’s not overwhelming either. It’s just perfect.

First off, Harold was with Anti, curled up and giggling against his chest as the glitch smirked fondly down at him. Harold had never looked more dishevelled and out of order, but he was so damn happy. Anti had found a spare stream of emerald and silver tinsel, and was using it to tickle around Harold’s ears and neck….at Harold’s request. See, when they’d finally worked as a team, decorating together, and the more and more tinsel Harold felt….the more and more he wondered how it would feel at his tickle spots. Of course, Anti was more than eager to have the chance to tickle Harold again, and so was just enjoying the feeling of the flustered man giggling and squeaking into his chest….it was the most precious sight.

Then there was Bim and Shawn, who were sat with Google Blue and Blank. Shawn was blushing into Bim’s shoulder as Bim rambled on about the beauty of Shawn’s carving at the top of the tree, much to the fond amusement of Blue and Blank. The four of them shared a couch, with Bim, Shawn and Blue sitting, whilst Blank lay atop them with his feet in Google’s lap. Every few moments, as they listened to Bim, Google swiped his fingers up his boyfriend’s feet with a cheeky wink….because why the hell not.

Then we have Robbie and Jackie….surrounded by so much chocolate. So much. Robbie had already eaten so much of it that he was practically vibrating as babbled to and jostled the superhero, filled with giddy joy. Jackie of course was relishing in it, because Robbie was too darn cute and he adored him so much. Also, Jackie had the luxury of Robbie insisting on feeding him chocolates, I mean, how he could he refuse a) such a sweet offer, and b) Robbie’s adorable face? He just couldn’t.

Now, here we have our first cuddle pile consisting of a detective and a VERY snuggly polyamory. Consider Abe adopted. They’d found a particularly comfy rug together, engaging in a cuddly tickle-fest where no one was safe. Host would get tickles as punishment for his board game antics, Silver would get tickles just for being adorable, Yandere would get tickles when they were being a sassy brat, and Abe would get tickled by the whole poly because they loved to gang up on their loved ones. It was adorable.

Now, onto our next cuddle pile on another rug….where we have two blooming couples on our hands. Especially in Eric and Google Green’s case because Eric was insisting on never taking off his flower crown. He was snuggled into Green’s torso and softly nuzzling his core, purring at the warmth and giggling at how Green would twitch and blush. Then there were Google Red and Ed, the former lying on his brother’s legs whilst Ed basically lay upon Red’s whole body. Ed was nuzzling Red’s core, whilst smirking and playing footsie so he could watch his Google turn into flustered little cranberry.

Now, let us have some absolute cuties. In addition to his normal gag, a certain ego (Wilford) had gifted Kink a pair of cute, purple, glittery padded handcuffs….which he was now wearing after being persuaded by the doctor and the, supposedly, innocent android. Now, he was being subjected to the most debilitating, sadistic teases from the doctor in his ear as Oliver teased all his tickle spots, both of them cooing about how vulnerable he was and about how he loved it. They weren’t wrong, and Kink felt like they were the best gifts he could have asked for.

Now, this next group are a subtle group, nestled together on another couch covered in quilts and smiles. Mike was wearing one of Benjamin’s shirts as a pyjama shirt, whilst he fed Benjamin spoonfuls of his experimental festive ice creams. Gingerbread, Candy Cane, Christmas Pudding, there was a whole range…and Benjamin was in heaven. Meanwhile, Jamie was wearing Celine’s shawl over his pyjamas whilst Celine wore his Christmas jumper (which was adorned with a pattern of pocket watches wearing Santa hats). They were holding hands, fingers interlaced and legs entangled as they competed over who could give the tickliest of kisses. This was a contest that was to remain ongoing for a very, very long time.

Now, we have a playful revenge taking place. Mini Bing was squeaking and giggling on the floor in-between two people, encased by an amber mist….a tickling charm no less. Marvin’s eyes gleamed with fondness as he relaxed on the floor with Bing, who was snickering with satisfaction, both at the vengeance and at Marvin’s wonderful assistance. Not only this, but Bing was also playing with Marvin’s long hair because it was absolutely frickin rad and soft….and Marvin certainly didn’t complain.

Now we have our egos of the outdoors, the two angels, the hunter, and the King. King had allowed himself to be coaxed inside, and was happy he’d let it happen….because he’d met so many lovely people, as had his subjects. Some of them were occupying themselves with nuzzling the wings of Angelo and Angie, who were both in happy stitches from it all. The King himself was giggling too, because Angus had decided to playfully try and lick off some of his peanut butter beard, and it was the cutest, giddiest battle of all time.

Here now, we have a father, son, and that son’s newest unlikely godfather. Schneeple was regretting his decision a tad though, because now said godfather (the Author) was sat on top of him and attempting to coach Luca in the arts of tickle torture. However, the little boy was only really interested in giggling his heart out every time his father laughed….so Schneeple was getting wrecked by the Author, but everybody was having a hell of a lot of happy fun. Also, having his daughter Sofia heckling him and teasing him along with Madpat certainly helped….make it even more fun.

We have another father too….also being completely and utterly ganged up on. With Isaac sat on his chest, Mare straddling his waist, and Marceline pinning his hands….it’s made Chase’s face oh so wonderfully vulnerable. Mare was smirking down at the dad as Marceline fluttered her make-up brushes all over Chase’s cheeks, and every time he squealed, Isaac clapped his hands giddily. This was frankly horrendously cute, I think you can all agree.

To a more intimate pair now. Yanan and Guard shared an armchair, and the former was really blushing up a storm. Guard was teasing them, relentlessly purring in their ear about all the ways he was going to tickle them and make them smile and feel all warm and flustered inside. Yanan loved every second. They gasped when he talked about nibbling their ribs for Christmas Dinner they squeaked when he teased about teasing their bare feet….and they squealed and hid in his chest when Guard simply cooed about how much cute mirth he was going to coax from their pretty lips. It was beautiful.

And now, our final group….oh what a myriad. First, we have all the Jims, and a group of Jims I believe is called….a Jim. A Jim of Jims. Well, three of them were clamouring to Dark whilst the youngest blushed. Reporter Jim’s brothers were gushing about the gift album he’d made to Dark, and Dark was just enjoying hearing about such a loving deed….and smirking at the flustered Jim, winking at him occasionally because he was an evil shit who wanted to keep him blushing for as long as possible. There was another young man blushing too, namely Goop….who was being frantically hugged by a squealing Wilford Warfstache who had just opened his lava lamp gift. So much love, so little anxiety.

Then….there’s our guy. Our glob. Our globbins. Our goop. Our gloop. Our goopy. Our Gooper. Going round from ego to ego, person to person, child to child….and being given so much love that he didn’t know what to do with it all. Cuddles, tickles, kisses, nuzzles, pokes, coos, kind words….there was just so much love. However you should know, that Gooper had no festive duties today, the egos had insisted upon it. From chef to Santa to present bearer to comfort giver to cook to organiser….he’d done it all, and now it was time for him to relax and enjoy everything the day had to offer…..and he did. Everyone did.

Well....that's it. I really hope you guys enjoyed this, I know I have. I urge you to please reblog and comment or send me an ask telling me what you thought of this Christmas series....it would honestly mean the world to me. Luv yous xx

[sirens-scriptures]

Pancakes

Summary: You and Jack share a heart-to-heart as the main three are out on duty. Your troubles and feelings can no longer be stored away and it gets emotional.

Words: 2350

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Disclaimer: A bit sad and mentions of death. All fluff and wholesomeness ♡ 

Saturday.

The one day of the week where Dean forces you to rest your mind and body. He would never find you trying to get  a case on these days because you weren’t looking for another one of his embarrassing, fatherly scoldings. Much like the Winchester brothers, you had a very difficult childhood and couldn’t seem to disappear from the hunting life, it always found some way to seep back through the cracks. 

Both of your parents, hunters themselves, had been murdered on a case together. You were surviving by yourself for a couple of months until the Winchesters had traced the fallen hunters back to you. From that moment on, they had taken you under their care; not wanting to leave a teen to fend for herself with no option but to dig through the trash for dinner and steal from convenience stores under the radar. 

You already knew the Winchesters from the stories your parents told you while growing up. When they arrived at your house you were grateful that you had family left that wasn’t dead, or desired to kill for the fun of it. The bunker became your new home, the angel and his two brothers, your family. For the first time in months you felt secure and didn’t have to clutch a dagger in your hand every day and night. 

Curled up in your warm, soft bed, you slept soundly through the early morning; this week’s hunt had you so exhausted that the loud slam from the main door didn’t even wake you. You stretched out your limbs and rolled uselessly onto your left side, the blanket crumpled from your constant tossing and turning. You often had nightmares from your parents’ death and particularly arduous hunting trips that you couldn’t ever forget nor accept. 

While life was exceptionally better with the Winchesters compared to how alone you were a year before, it still wasn’t anything easy or simple. One of the only ways your mother could make you start your day early was the promise of food. Coincidentally, a sugary scent drifted throughout the halls and into your quiet room, awakening you from your deep slumber.

 For a moment you thought you were back in your old bedroom, the smell of your mom’s cooking and your father’s complaints about people who drank coffee cold and not boiling hot drafting into your nose and ears and stirring you up at dawn. Realizing where you were, you couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but you were happy to live here regardless. 

You stared about the small room and the posters of your favorite musicians  on the walls. Dean insisted that good people needed to listen to good music, and funny enough, his good music meant ancient music. You dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled to the washroom to clean up before any of the boys could set eyes on you. After pulling on some jeans along with loose t-shirt and taming your hair, you made your way down the halls and into the kitchen. 

You saw only but one figure standing over the stove. His head turned down, shoulders tense, working away at the contraption he created. Eggs, water and butter was scattered about on the counters. A box of pancake mix laid on its side, spilling out at the top and a bottle of syrup beside it. You tried your best to suppress your laughter, knowing that if you even giggled in the slightest he would be confused, or even hurt. 

“Um, Jack?” You said in a wavering voice. 

The whole situation was unusual for him. You’d never imagined him being so tense over making breakfast. You and the boys usually ordered food or prepared your meals whenever you felt peckish. He turned away from his creation and set his blue eyes on yours. His light brown hair looked a bit disheveled and he gave you that giddy smile he has when he’s really happy about something. You noticed that he wore his typical brown jacket and t-shirt and that his shoulders finally relaxed when he saw you. You imagined it was due to the heat radiating from the stove when the slightest bit of pink settled on his face. 

“Hello, Y/N” Said Jack, in his usual polite manner “Sam, Dean and Cass are out right now, they left early this morning. Something about some strange activity a couple hours drive from here. They said it was best I stayed here with you, so you wouldn’t be here by yourself.”

You tore your eyes away from his and found that the smudge on your shoes suddenly became more interesting. It was just you and him.. alone. No Dean for you to trod after, Sam to chat about computers with, or Cass to teach you fighting techniques. You kept yourself busy in these ways to ignore how your stomach flipped every time you saw the nephilim. You began focusing your attention back on the subject of pancakes and not his smile. 

“What’s this all about? Are you hungry?” You prompted. 

“Actually, I made this for us. I’ve wanted to give you something for some time now. I’ve.. seen how tired you’ve been recently.” He scratched at his wrist. 

You felt your heart swell and couldn’t hold back your smile anymore and gazed back at him. You hoped you weren’t still asleep in your bed in a crazy dream. 

“Thank you, Jack. That’s really kind of you.” You ended your explanation in a rush. “To be honest, I haven’t been feeling the best, but this.. I needed it." 

Jack visibly blushed at your words this time and you blushed too when you noticed it wasn’t the stove to blame after all. He smoothed his hair down and you looked away once again. After a couple of seemingly unending, frightening heartbeats he finally spoke. 

"You’re welcome, Y/N. Please sit down over there and I’ll set the table." 

You settled down at the bench as Jack placed a plate of pancakes and tea before you and taking the seat across the wooden table. He entered a CD into the old radio and music scared the silence out of the room. He sat upright, but with a slight hunch that you imagined was from the weight of the wings on his back. You’ve always wondered what it was like to be half-human, half-arch angel. It certainly wasn’t a slice of pie for him, he was the only of his kind in existence and dark beings constantly attempted to use his power for their filthy desires. Jack saw the best in everyone; he was naive and that often caused him to make mistakes. But it was that very kindness and ambition you admired so much about him, not to mention his painfully handsome face. 

You severed the stack of pancakes in four, drizzled the sweet syrup atop of them and took a mouthful of it. Something about it was so nostalgic, awakening a feeling of joy in your chest. You’ve tasted this warm, fluffy cake before; it was your mother’s pancakes. Tears began to drip from your eyes at once and you put your utensils down on the table with a trembling hand. Jack looked up with you with wide, concerned eyes, still just as blue and beautiful. 

"Y/N! What’s wrong? Did you not like the food?” He got up from his seat and made his way around to you in a rush. He knew that his teleportation abilities made you uneasy and didn’t use them often. 

“No.. no it’s wonderful, don’t worry. It’s just, it tastes just like the ones my mom used to make, you know before she..” Your words were cut short by another surge of tears. 

Your parents’ death was still fresh on your mind and you hadn’t really opened up about it to anyone yet, no one wanted to pressure you. Sobs racked through your body and the tears didn’t seem to end. Jack didn’t utter a word as he pulled you into a warm embrace, your arms wrapping around his waist, head buried in his shirt. After a while your crying ceased and you started to feel more at ease, yet slightly self-conscious when you realized you did indeed have feelings for Jack. You never broken down in front of him before, or anyone for that matter. Your breathing slowed back to a normal pace, allowing you to hear the heartbeat in his chest. As you pulled away from his body he reached out his hands and held your face gently. 

“I’m really sorry” You murmured “I didn’t mean to cry in front of you like that. The pancakes are delicious, thank you for making them for me. You’re not to blame, it’s just me..being me, I suppose.”

He wiped the remainder of the tears away from your cheeks and slowly released his hold from you as the music continued to play on the radio, echoing throughout the cement room. 

“Please don’t apologize. I understand, Y/N. I understand completely..” said Jack. 

A sudden glint in his eyes make you realize he was thinking of his own mother. He stood up from the bench and offered you his hand; you took it and he led the way to his bedroom, only a few doors down from your own. 

“I wanted to show you this.” He said.

He opened up a drawer and took out a rectangular photo. 

“It’s my mother. She captured it for me before she passed away.”

 His voice had a hint of sorrow in it that you recognized all too well whenever he mentioned his deceased mom. The thought of him being in pain made your heart twist. The picture showed his mother, smiling into the lense. She was quite pretty and you saw how she resembled Jack in some ways. She shared his iconic blue gaze and the shade of dark brown hair that streaked throughout his own.

“She was beautiful Jack, that must be where you get your looks from.” You said. 

He turned his head from the photograph onto you and smiled. You both felt a closeness unlike ever before and less alone in this frightening world that gave Hell to people like you. You smiled back at him, and for once, didn’t shy away from showing all your emotions about him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead and wrapped you up in another one of his wonderful hugs. You returned his hug and felt a gush of happiness in your chest,  never wanting to leave that moment. You swore that you felt soft feathers brush against you, but didn’t mind because you weren’t frightened of him like others were. You could even say you loved it and loved him too. 

You both brought your pancakes onto the couch and turned on the television. There was an agreement that Scooby Doo was the most sufficient show to watch at that moment, besides Charmed which everyone in the house knew about Jack’s infatuation with it. You and Jack recalled the time where Dean, Sam, and Cass had gotten themselves trapped in the show and laughed uncontrollably despite how horrible it could’ve turned out for the brothers in the long-run. Once the food was finished you leaned into him as he ran his fingers through your hair. This was the first time you felt normal in ages and thought you could even fall back asleep. No words were spoken except for the occasional teasing about who each other were in the show whenever a character did something silly. 

You were longing for a moment like this and he had wanted the same. The half-angel was yours from the beginning and he had always been watching over you since you two met. A sudden opening of the door broke you out of your doze and Jack threw the blanket out of the way. You broke away from him and flew to the other side of the couch. Castiel stood in the doorway with confusion clouding his gaze when Sam and Dean walked in, both smelling of the outside air, boots knocking on the ground, and stared at the both of you. 

“Er, hey guys. We finished up the case and we’re home now. I hope you got some rest finally, Y/N?” Said Sam with furrowed brows. 

“Oh yeah, I did, thanks.” You sounded stupid and Dean laughed through his nose. Castiel remained in the doorway, looking like a confused goldfish. Jack sat again with his usual perfect posture and looked at Cass. 

“Hello, Castiel.” said Jack and smiled. 

“Hi, Jack, how are you doing?” Castiel looked at him with warmth in his eyes and then to you. 

You felt your heart leap, not only from Jack sitting beside you but from nervousness and uncertainty you felt when they had emerged the room. Suddenly Sam and Dean burst into laughter. Dean tried to say something but failed and wiped his eyes with the back of his hands and Sam turned behind himself, still trying his best not to laugh. 

“Well, you kids keep watching Scooby, I’m going to get a drink. A strong one.” Said Dean.

Sam followed him out of the room but Castiel stayed in place, dumbfounded. 

“Wait, why are you two laughing, what is so hilarious?” Asked Castiel with a serious and grumbling voice. 

“CASS COME HERE I’LL TELL YOU THE SECRET!” Yelled Dean from the hall. 

You heard Sam start laughing again and the beginning of gossip between pair.

“I knew it, I freaking knew it.” Said Dean as his voice faded down the hall. 

You and Jack exchanged glances and started laughing too. 

Castiel smiled with understanding and started to make his way out of the room before turning back to say something. 

“Jack, take care of Y/N. And Y/N, inform me if he starts acting out” Castiel closed the door behind him. 

You and Jack retrieved the plush blanket again and went back into your original places, falling asleep as the show played on and the sky grew darker outside until the stars dazzled in the night.

- Faie

[the-fiction-witch]

Lovely Tag Thomas Brodie Sangster

A - Affection [How affectionate are they with you?]

He's very affectionate, when at home but never in public. He likes to be affectionate and a little weird with you he'll poke you and then just lick your nose for no reason but its so cute and adorable, he'll just walk behind you and cuddle you tightly while your looking in the fridge, and he'll spank your butt as you bend over just generally cute fun affection

B - Butter [How much do they coddle you, and how?]

He does like to coddle you a little, he keeps you away from the press, the internet and all the sorts of things that would upset you, and really anything that you could get hurt in anyway he will not allow it full stop not going to happen, he wasn't even that thrilled about you being on his bike for the first time but he bought you so much gear that if you where to have an accident you would be as okay as he could possibly make you, he very much stands as your night from all the bad things that could hurt you even if you whine about being allowed to do more then you are

"god damn it! I am not going to electrocute myself Thomas! I'm just changing the light bulb"

"I wasn't worried about you electrocuting yourself I'm worried about you falling off the chair.... and shocking yourself"

C - Confide [How easily do they confide to you?]

He was open to confiding with you, however it was sort of an unspoken thing that it was sort of tit for tat as it were, if you confided something in him he would confide something in you almost like a trade, he would never keep a secret from you or anything just didn't feel the need to tell you unless you asked really or if you had said something,

D - Defensive [How protective are they over you?]

He can get very defensive especially with the internet he knows the sorts of things they say about you and he tried so hard to protect you, he tries to make sure the press stay out of your business and away from you, hides you behind him a little when there is camera's around because he knows the sorts of things they will say about you so he tries very hard to protect you.

E - Exhausted [How do they take care of you when you're tired or feeling low?]

It takes him a little while to notice but once he's realized he'll make you something nice to eat that won't make you feel any worse, let you sit across his lap and tell him all about it or just fall asleep on him whichever you need at the time, he'll cuddle you as tight as you want make run his hands across anywhere that hurts, petting your hair and soothing you with kisses and reassuring lovely words

F - Fluffy [How sappily sweet can they get?]

He can get pretty sappy if he wants to. but its a rare thing its saved for date nights and celebrations, but you can tell he's in a sappy mode because he'll be leaning his head on his hand and looking at you with that stupid dorky smile and he'll tell you out of the blue how much he loves you.

G - Game [How much do they play around, and are they a tease?]

He loves to play around, licking your cheek, poking your nose, eating your hair, doing all the stilly childish things that make you laugh even if its just an awkward laugh of weirdness, picking you up and carrying you around on his shoulder like his personal damsel in distress,

H - Happy [What's their favourite thing to do with you, that makes them happy?]

He loves having you on the back of his bike, He likes wrapping you up in all the gear and in his spare helmet he loves feeling your arms around him as you hold him close as he speeds his motorbike though London, going a little fast as you go around round about's going super fast on the duel carriage ways, taking you off to little unknown beauty spots for you to lean on the bike and cuddle.

I - Initiate [Do they make the first move?]

He will always make the first move, unless your in public then he always waits for you. He'll wrap his arm around you and give you a little kiss as you watch tv or cuddle up and have some kisses as you make dinner.

J - Jealousy [How jealous can they get and how do they show it?]

He'll glare. If he starts to get jealous He'll get very quiet and just glare at whoever it is talking with you, One day you where out to dinner with Dylan while he was visiting London for press and the two of you where just having a nice chat getting along really well and you could have sworn Dylan was about to burst into flames the way Thomas was glaring at him.

L - Love [How do they react to you giving them affection?]

He blushes and giggles a little when you give him affection and he'll always give you some back ,if you give his cheek a sweet kiss then he'll give you one back, if you give him a cuddle he'll cuddle you even tighter, he loves giving you affection and it always makes him smile and go all giggly

M - Married [What's it like to be married to them?]

its lovely, he's very kind and sweet as well as playful so it never gets dull or boring. Luckily he likes to ticker so he's a very handy husband doing household tasks like fixing the sink or building furniture, he's a perfect husband and you wouldn't change it for the world.

N - Newborn [How are they with having kids, and how would they be as a parent?]

he got so happy, he wanted to show the whole world your baby bump, he told every human being he possible could that you where pregnant and that he did it! he treats you like a princess anyway and when you where pregnant he treated you as if you where his queen, he held your hand every moment from the second you knew to the moment your baby was born. you where worried due to his work that he would end up being a bit absent from your children's lives but he always makes time for them, taking you all with him or even turning things down when he can't have the time with you, you and his children became the priority above everything on earth, and he spoils them a lot, but not enough that they become spoilt little rich kids they still learn to work and a good ethics, and still have to earn there pocket money even if Thomas spoils them around Christmas and there birthdays. And your children respect him, as the man of the house and as there father likely because of this odd wise father sat in an old chair with a facial hair and a cigarette look that he sort of developed when you had children, they love him and he loves them all very much too.

O - Outdoors [How are they with you in public?]

He likes to hold your hand, keep you close but not so much with kissing and such like probably because London is a very busy place and he doesn't like people seeing you kissing and cuddling,

P - Propose [How would they propose, and where would that be?]

He did it quiet classic, with the beautiful ring in a little red velvet box, getting down on his knee telling you how much he loves you, he made sure to make sure you did your make up and your hair and wear a nice dress even if it was hard to make you do so without letting out something was happening. He took you to your date spot in hyde park and tricked you into looking for an ice cream cart so he had time to get the ring and get down on one knee before you turned back.

Q - Quarrel [How are they after a fight, and will they try to make amends right after?]

if there is a fight between you even if it is very rare he goes and sits in his shed for a while on his little stool pondering with his tools until he knows he was a dick or he did wrong and he goes out on his bike and returns with a bottle of wine, the biggest box of your favourite chocolates and a nice bunch of flowers or perhaps a little cute potted plant and he'll apologize a thousand times until you smile again

R - Romantic [How much of a hopeless romantic are they, and how do they show it?]

He's romantic with gestures, buying you plants and plushies, making you a nice dinner, helping you with your favourite crafting, putting on your shows and such, he likes spoiling you with whatever you ask for even stuff you don't ask for.

S - Snuggles [Do they like to cuddle, and how do they do it?]

He is okay with a cuddle its just never completely cuddly as he doesn't like trapping you or making you feel claustrophobic, and he likes to be the little spoon a lot just rests his head on your shoulder or your chest an arm around your waist while he nuzzles up and tells you he loves you before bed time.  

T - Touchy [How touch starved are they, and would they show it?]

He doesn't show it as its kinda his default state being away from you for work so much and often when he is home being off with jack on the bikes or at auditions and such being touch starved is actually pretty normal for Thomas, but you can always tell when he's got it bad because he'll just hold you for... well until you move yourself.

U - Urchin [What's one negative trait about them that hurts you?]

He at times gets lost in what he's doing he tends to focus on one thing like if he's in his shed working on his bike he won't respond to messages, he won't do anything else unless you literally go to the shed and poke him, which can be great when you get him focused on something you want him to do, like cleaning the house, he won't stop of change focus until it's spotless but if he gets stuck on something like playing his video game he will not move until you force him or he gets bored.

V - Vibe [What energy do they give off when you're with them?]

Just pure joy. Whenever he's with you he feels like a child in love, giddy, excited and full of joy.

W- Wedding [What are they like at their wedding?]

teary, He could barely get thought seeing you before he completely  bursting into tears, Barely though the vows before getting teary. but its okay it was all tears of joy and you kissed away all his tears after the ceremony.

X - Xtreme [What lengths would they go to for you?]

he would do anything you asked, and he would often offer if you wanted something off him. He'll do his best to do what you ask even if at times he can't help it, like if your sad and you miss him when he's away working. He'll do his best to call you up or skype you for a while maybe flight you out to visit him if possible, but even if he can't due to time zones or anything he'll make it all up to you buy taking you out and spoiling you when he's home.

Y - Yogurt [What's their ideal place for a date?]

Thomas loves taking you on a nice motorbike ride to the seaside or the beautiful grounds and gardens of a nice house or Park, a little dinner in a small not to busy restaurant and an ice cream before heading home for a cuddle and a glass of wine.  

Z - Zipper [What clothes do they like seeing you in?] His, he can't help but go bright red and almost verbally awww at you when he sees you in his clothes. But he also loves when you dress up as he says himself its fun to dress up so you always have a day once a month or so where you get fully dressed up in heels a dress, and he gets on a full suit and you have your own little red carpet trip in his vintage car, to go and get pizza.

[dreamdaddydutch]

You wanted a fluffy request? Well here you go! How about how the gang members react to their S/O saying "I love you" for the first time? I'll let you decide which ones because i love them all but could i request Sean is in there plz? ;w;) I love your blog!

Thank you so much for this super cute and fluffy prompt (and your kind words!) It was exactly what I needed, I’m just sorry it took so long. I only went with 4 characters as I ended up making each one so bloody long! Of course Sean is first ;) No real warnings apart from a mention of sex - but no graphic descriptions. Gender neutral reader. 

This request reminded me I did write a short fic on a similar topic with the prompt, “what am I to you?” it’s Arthur x reader and can be found here. 

Sean

There never seems to be a good time with Sean to tell him how you feel, he’s usually wrapped up in drinking, singing or hungover.

But there’s a night when he’s tipsy, not quite drunk and you decide to swallow your pride and tell him.

You take hold of his hand and lead him away to a tree.

“Oh aye you want some alone time with old Sean do ‘yah?” He laughs and teases as you walk away from the others. 

“Sean I….” you start, finding it difficult to form the words you want to say into a coherent sentence. 

“Sean I don’t know how to..” you find yourself stuttering and immediately regret the decision to tell him. 

The smile disappears from Sean’s face and he appears an equal mixture of worried and confused.

You know you have to put the poor boy out of his misery so you take a deep breath in through your nose, hold for a few seconds and blurt out, “I think I.. I love you.”

For a moment his expression remains frozen and then he beams.

He literally sweeps you off your feet, picking you up in his arms and spinning you round.

When he puts you back on the ground he kisses you - one big sloppy kiss. 

Then he runs back to the camp fire shouting, “They love me! y/n loves me!”

He is literally jumping up and down, giddy with excitement, you can’t help but laugh as you watch him, relived that his reaction was thus. 

He’ll gloat a little afterwards

But when the two of you are alone in bed and the noise of the evening has calmed down, that’s when he’ll turn to you and say, “Hey y/n for what it’s worth, I love you too.”

Javier (of course I had to include him)

You and Javier had been going steady for some time, you’d been friends for a long time first, slowly getting to know each other.

When you started dating it just sort of happened, it wasn’t planned, you both just fell into a routine by one another’s side and the affection and romance begun to blossom. 

it was only when you were discussing your relationship with Arthur and Mary-Beth that you suddenly realised – you were in love.

You wanted to tell Javier immediately but felt terrified of ruining the good thing you already had with him. It had taken so long for the two of you to kiss, to share a cot, to be intimate with one another, you worried that telling him something like this might spoil the connection you had. 

But the more you tried to crush the feelings, the more they grew. Every time you saw him, every smile he gave you, every time his hand landed on his hip and grabbed his belt, every brush of your hair… The butterflies in your stomach were frantic and begging to be free.

Finally you ask to speak to him alone

He agrees happily, though a little concerned about the urgency. He decided to take you both fishing, where you won’t be disturbed. 

You both fish for a while, chatting ideally about your day, when Javier turns to you, “What’s wrong querido?” He places a hand on your knee and won’t break eye contact.

You panic for a moment and shake your head, “Nothing, Why?” But you know your tone is giving it away, you’re high-pitched, you answered too quickly.

Javier smiles, “Really? You’ve been kind of distant from me,” he seems sad then.

“I…” you decide it’s now or never, “Javier, I love you, I’m in love with you,” you feel tears well in your eyes as you speak the truth. 

There’s a moment where it appears he’s processing what you’ve just said and then his face cracks into the biggest smile, he squeezes your knee. 

Then takes hold of you hands in his, you’re pretty sure he’s a little teary eyed, “Mi amor, I’m so relieved I thought something was wrong.”

The two of you just sit for a moment staring into each others eyes, hands entwined, both enjoying the warmth that has washed over you.

Eventually Javier speaks agin, “My feelings…I feel the same way. I was just..”

He pauses, you finish his sentence for him, “Scared?”

He nods, and although he doesn’t speak the words, his expression tells you everything you need to know.

He pulls you into a tight embrace and kisses you - the fish that has taken the bait getting away as he does so. 

Karen

You and Karen had begun as one drunken night.

Before the night in question you’d been flirting with her a little, you always complimented how she looked and liked to spend time getting to know her. 

But you often worried the feelings that were stirring inside might have been unrequited. 

It was only after that drunken night where you’d been sloppy kissing by the campfire and had slid onto her lap.

Only after the two of you had disappeared into your tent and slept together.

Only after you woke up with her in your arms

That you realised it - shit - you had fallen in love. 

A few weeks pass since you slept together, it’s as if nothing has changed between the two of you. You’re still good friends and get on like a house on fire. 

Late one afternoon you decide to tell her, you figure it’s best to do it before she starts to notice you’re acting strange.

You try to get Karen on her own away from the others, but you’re sure some of the other women are listening in to your conversation.

In fact you can hear giggling as you try to have a serious conversation.

Karen is all smiles as you talk, curling her hair round her finger and ruffling her skirts as she shifts on the ground trying to get comfortable. 

“Karen you should know, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

She blushes and it’s such a beautiful and alluring shade of red against the fairness of her hair. 

You take her hands in your own, “I love you Karen.”

The only word to describe her reaction is disbelief - she sort of tries to laugh it off.

You think it’s just about one of the most adorable things you’ve ever seen.

She tries to brush it off, others like to sleep with her, they like her because she’s ‘fun’ but no one loves Karen Jones.

“Wrong,” you say, “I do.” 

You pull her into your arms as she weeps with joy, trembling as she does so. 

The two of you cuddle up in the blanket and decide to take your time before heading back to camp. 

So you take her to a nice spot with a nice view, but it isn’t far from camp.

You find yourself stumbling over your words, due to her fun nature you’re a little afraid that your affections may go unrequited. 

John (if he isn’t with Abigail) 

You and John had been sleeping together for some time.

It had started as a ‘friends with benefits’ kinda situation, a drunken night and then another and slowly it became more of a ‘as and when’ you both needed affection/close contact with another.

But in doing this you’d become even closer friends and started to feel like you understood one another better than anyone else in camp.

You’d even started to buy little presents for Jack, cautious that you weren’t over-stepping a line. But it made Jack happy and Abigail liked that someone else was looking out for him. 

One night John and you decide to get a hotel somewhere

He lets you buy a bath for him, you both feel you need it. 

John is sat in the bath, you’re sat behind washing his hair. 

As your hands massage his scalp he lets out low moans of ecstasy and you smile to yourself, content in that moment. 

But something else is there, something that is making you feel sick whenever you think about it, as you focus on how much you have grown to love him, you feel bile rising in your throat. 

You had’t even realised but your hands had stopped massaging his scalp.

“Hey Y/N what’s wrong?”

“Oh….nothing, sorry,” you continued to massage his scalp and then worked on the muscles in his upper arms.

Your face was close to his, he watched your hands with great curiosity. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He reached out for your cheek. 

You nodded, clearly not okay, you knew you had tears in your eyes and were trembling a little.

“John…I need to tell you something, I think I…” but you couldn’t say it.

“I love you y/n.” John said softly. 

You looked up at him in disbelief, “You do?”

He nodded, “Yes, now let’s dry those tears.” 

[achaoticeternal]

Absolutely Smitten

Request: Absolutely Smitten (by dodie clark) with Davey Jacobs?? 

A/N: I love this song so much!!! This was so much fun to write and ughhhhhhhh i love davey and he just fits with this song???

Word Count: 1317

Warning(s): this is rlly cute, awkward people fall in love ???

She knows this feeling all too well / She feels her heart begin to swell Handsome stranger, you have made her insides turn to jelly

This whole spiral of falling in love began when (Y/N) walked past Davey Jacobs down the street. She hadn’t noticed him until he lightly tapped her shoulder and with a goofy smile on his face, asked if she would like to buy a paper.

Her cheeks blushed pink and her knees go weak from just his smile and how his eyes lit up when they met hers.

“I-I would love t-too,” (Y/N) gushed and gave the boy a nickel in exchange for the paper.

“C-can I count on your business again tomorrow, miss?” He bit his lip, trying to conceal the way his heart was leaping from the sight of the girl in front of him.

“Oh, of course,” she smiled, dimples revealing themselves. After keeping eye contact with the boy, she giggled and started to walk away. She made it a quarter of the way down the block before realizing she didn’t know his name! How would she find him if she didn’t know his name?!? (She knew in her mind that she could spot him again in a sea of people even though she just met him.)

And as she scurried down the street to find the newsie again, she collided with someone tall. She began to fall when someone caught her, but they lost his or her balance and (Y/N) tumbled on top of them. She was so embarrassed but her face lit up when she realized who the stranger was.

“It’s you!” Both Davey and (Y/N) said in unison, “I wanted to know your name.”

Both blushed as they realized that they were talking over one another.

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gushed, her fingers fumbling with the material of her outfit.

“I-I’m Davey, Davey Jacobs,” he nodded and smile gracing his features/

She wants to dance around the room / Kiss you until your lips turn blue But handsome stranger you have made her wonder… / Is she pretty?

(Y/N) danced down the streets of Manhattan, all the way to her home. She twirled past the farmer’s market and down past the flower shops.She was so giddy with joy as she kept thinking about the boy she had met, Davey Jacobs. Her mind wandered from his smile to how his lips would feel against her own, sending a pink flush into her cheeks.

Upon entering her home, she danced around the apartment and humming happily to herself. She wondered what Davey was thought of her.

In a small apartment 6 blocks east of her, Davey Jacobs entered his home, his mind racing over the events of meeting the gorgeous girl that day. His whole family recognized the lift of his spirit, even Les who couldn’t stop rambling about his own girl.

Davey smiled at the memory of (Y/N)’s breathtaking eyes or her little giggle. His cheeks blushed softly even when he remembered crashing into her. He just couldn’t get his new muse off his mind.  

But it's too late / She believes in fate She's absolutely smitten / And she'll never let you go

The next day (Y/N) skipped down the street, adorned in a yellow dress that fell to her mid-calf and the top of it style as a button up, and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. In her hands she held a basket to tote bread from the bakery and produce from the farmer’s market home, along with the newspaper.

Her face brightened when she saw Davey standing and the corner waving a paper around. A few people approached, (Y/N) saw as she admired him from a distance.(Y/N) knew , standing hidden from his view, that he was the one.

That girl just there yes she's the one / With cupid's arrow in her bum Handsome stranger you have made her happy / The first in a long time!

Davey looked around wondering where (Y/N) was, and hoped she didn’t get lost trying to find him again. But a pair a dazzling (Y/E/C) caught his eye as he quickly recognized the features of the girl from the day before. He smiled widely and felt his cheeks get warm. And his cheeks got even warmer when she returned his same goofy smile.

They both met each other at the middle.

“Hello Davey”                                                               “Hello (Y/N)”

Both of them giggled after realizing they had spoken in unison. With work being a struggle in both their lives, the pair had found happiness of suddenly meeting each other. And things being spontaneous was what continued to drive their relationship past the meetings to get a newspaper.

Did you just whisper in her ear / Words she only dreamed to hear? Pretty lady, look at how he's smiling / I think he likes you!

One particular Sunday morning after chatting and taking a stroll with (Y/N), Davey laced an arm around her shoulder to which she responded by scooching in closer to his side. Both of their cheeks were dusted pink from their touching. They hadn’t been on an official date yet, but both were ready to go out on a date or even start a relationship.

The two had been learning so much about each other. Davey told (Y/N) all about his family: from his adorable little brother to the accident her father told her. In exchange, (Y/N) told Davey about her hobbies and her parents. Conversation was always so natural for them, as if they’d known each other for years.

Suddenly, Davey whispered something softly in (Y/N)’s ear.

“I-I think you should know that I love being around you because you’re the most sublime young lady I’ve ever met,” his kind words made (Y/N)’s cheeks burn a deep red tone which somehow got redder when he pressed a chaste in the spot where the jaw and ear meet. (Y/N) was left in shock after Davey left her to return back to his duties.

But it's too late / You believe in fate You're absolutely smitten / You'll never let her go

Only the infamous Jack Kelly would know this, but he caught Davey dancing with himself in an alley, humming softly, as if he had been placed under a spell. And that’s when he spilled everything to his best friend. All about the wondrous (Y/N) he had met while selling papes, about their little walks together, to how he even kissed her cheek that day. And though all this information surprised Jack, he couldn’t be prouder that one of his closest friends found the perfect girl for him.

But it's too late / I believe in fate!

I'm absolutely smitten, / I'll never let you go

The next day, Davey arrived on (Y/N)’s doorstep with half a dozen roses, a dorky smile adorned on his face. He knocked twice and stood waiting for the girl he had been crushing on for a few weeks now.

(Y/N) opened the door, still in her white nightgown, but she looked like an angel in her silk gown. Now for an unmarried young lady, letting a young man see one in such an undressed fashion was scandalous, so (Y/N) quickly threw on a thin material robe to better cover herself.

He handed the roses over to her, well more like shoved since he was slightly embarrassed to catch her at the wrong time. But she only smiled when taking the gorgeous flowers into her arms.

That morning on her front door steps, (Y/N) and Davey shared their first kiss which (Y/N) because poor Davey’s head was still spinning from seeing his girl in her nightgown. What a pure guy.

I'll never let you go  / I'll never let you go

[punk-is-notdead]

Fic title: Goodwill To All Men And Women... And Vampires, by tfw_cas

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tags: Jack Kline Castiel (Supernatural) Dean Winchester Sam Winchester Mary Winchester Jody Mills Claire Novak Annie "Alex" Jones Christmas Vampires Christmas in the Bunker Sexual Tension

Summary: When Jack discovers a pack of vampires are trying to lure victims under the guise of staging a nativity play, he resolves to teach them the true meaning of Christmas, with the help of his family. What they all discover is that everyone would be much happier if Dean and Castiel would just admit their feelings for each other.

AO3

It was Jack’s first Christmas, and he was really excited. He had been watching as much TV as he could, and it had become obvious that these holidays were the ones most people enjoyed and looked forward to. The advertisements, songs, and movies made this clear. Time and again, he was presented with depictions of family life; of mothers, fathers, and their adorable children.

Looking at his own family, Jack could see that it was definitely unconventional; it could even be described as ‘alternative’, but he loved them all anyway. There was his father, Castiel, who had come back to them from The Empty after Dean had somehow tapped into Jack’s powers with a heartbreaking display of despair. Jack could see just how much the hunter loved the angel, and he was hoping that the joy of the season would push them to admit their feelings for each other.

Dean… he had been a complete enigma to Jack for a while. When Jack was born, Dean was angry and murderous towards him - putting the blame for Castiel’s death firmly on Jack. For a long time, he felt that it wouldn’t take much at all for Dean to try to kill him. In fact, he said as much at one point, and this had only really changed once Castiel had returned. This unexpected - but very welcome - turn of events had made Dean giddy with happiness, and he had even told Jack that the death of the security guard was not his fault.

Sam was wonderful, and if Castiel hadn’t come back, Jack would have chosen him to be his father. He had always been kind and supportive, and had total faith in Jack’s ability to do good.

Mary was sort of Jack’s grandmother - or at least she would be when Castiel and Dean became an official couple. There were a few unresolved issues between her and her sons, which Jack didn’t fully understand, but hoped would be fixed before too long.

Jack’s attempt to tell Claire that she was his sister hadn’t gone down too well. She had looked somewhat annoyed at the suggestion, and Jack had gotten the impression that she might get aggressive, before Dean pulled her away, saying ‘Give the kid a break. He’s not so bad once you get to know him’. Jack felt that this was akin to Dean telling him that he loved him, and it gave him a warm feeling inside.

Because of this, Jack wanted to do something festive with this family of his, and the opportunity presented itself when he saw a flyer for a drive-in Nativity play not ten miles from the bunker. They were having a showing every afternoon for the next week. He pulled the flyer from the board in the shop and showed it to Castiel when he returned from his shopping trip. “Castiel, I would like to go to see this play. We could have a family outing, and I could learn about the ‘spirit of Christmas.’ We would have fun, wouldn’t we?”

Castiel chuckled at Jack’s use of air quotes, which felt somehow familiar, and gave him a fond smile after looking the flyer over. “Yes, I would like to go as well. I will tell Sam and Dean, and Mary, that we would like to go tomorrow.”

Jack wasn’t sure that Dean would agree to it, but he didn’t need to worry. It seemed that if Castiel was going somewhere, nothing would stop Dean from coming along too, even if he didn’t really want to.

They all piled into the Impala, with Sam sitting in the back with Mary and Jack - it appeared that these days Castiel’s place was in the front with Dean - and arrived at the Nativity with Jack having reached a state of excitement.

This excitement quickly became horror, however, once they had pulled up outside the warehouse disguised as a barn where the play was being staged. Jack could see the actors dressed as Mary, Joseph, Gabriel, and the three wise men, but there was something very wrong with their faces. Castiel could obviously see it too, as he gasped and stopped Dean from getting out of the car by grabbing hold of his hand tightly.

“They are vampires, Dean. We need to be very careful.”

Dean glared at Castiel, and tried unsuccessfully to pull away. “Son of a bitch! Are you telling me these asshats are drawing people in here, pretending to be putting on a Christmas play?”

“It would appear that way, yes.” Castiel stared back at Dean, while the atmosphere in the back of the car became suddenly uncomfortable. “Dean, please… can you just wait until we have a plan?”

In his time on Earth, Jack had quickly become aware of Dean’s tendency to charge into situations without properly thinking it through, but Castiel was trying his hardest to make him think first. Of course, no one wanted Dean to stop caring and fighting to save people in danger, but if Castiel could make him consider his own safety a little more, that would make everyone happier.

Dean removed his hand from the door, and settled back down into his seat. “Yeah, okay. But we’re gonna get those sons a bitches, aren’t we?”

“We will do what needs to be done.” Castiel spoke to Dean as if calming a skittish animal, but it had the desired effect.

All of the car's occupants stared through the window at the vampires - all except Jack, that is, who managed to get out of the car unnoticed and go over to the creatures.

“What the hell? Jack…” Dean made to get out of the car again, but before he could move Jack had immobilised the vampires using his powers. Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Mary all climbed out hesitantly, and walked slowly over to Jack, who was talking to the vampires.

“I have not been on Earth very long, but I know that this is supposed to be the season of goodwill to all men. You are taking advantage of people’s festive spirit, and killing them. This is true, yes?”

The vampires were still unable to move, so Jack pausing for an answer was pointless.

“I, along with my family, would like to teach you the about the ‘spirit of Christmas,’ and prove to you that love and kindness is better than evil.” Jack did the air quotes again.

“Oh hell n-“ Dean sounded angry, but before he could finish talking, Castiel had clamped his hand over the hunter’s mouth.

Jack turned towards them and noticed something strange passing between Dean and Castiel. Dean looked shocked, and Castiel was clearly embarrassed, judging by the blush that had spread over his face. He removed his hand, and fixed his gaze on the ground as he spoke to the hunter. “I… I’m sorry Dean. But I think you should let Jack do this. And if you remember, Benny was a vampire, and he was your friend.”

Castiel looked up again, and a strange kind of tension developed between him and Dean as they stared intensely at each other. This was only broken by Sam coughing loudly, and they tore their gazes away to focus back on Jack.

Before Jack spoke again, he was sure he heard Sam mutter the words ‘for fuck’s sake’ under his breath. “I think it would be in the spirit of the holidays if we invited these… unfortunate creatures to spend Christmas with us. It would help all of us to fully embrace our caring and sharing sides. And if they do not agree, I will banish them to purgatory.”

Jack beamed at everyone - including the vampires - and waited to see how they would respond. Dean looked unhappiest, but Castiel had obviously conveyed some kind of message to him, so he kept quiet. Sam and Mary seemed apprehensive, but didn’t argue with Jack. Finally, he released the hold he had on the vampires and spoke directly to them again, arms held out by his side in invitation.

“Come and spend Christmas with us.”

The vampires huddled together, with the Winchesters keeping a watchful eye on them. Jack heard snippets of their discussion: ‘they just want to lure us there and kill us’, ‘they look tasty’, ‘have you noticed that sexual tension?,’ ‘Christmas with the Winchesters or purgatory? I can’t decide which sounds more fun’.

Finally they turned to the Winchesters, Castiel, and Jack, and one of them - a female - said “yes, we’ll spend Christmas with you.”

She didn’t look particularly happy about the prospect, but Jack was delighted. This was going to be great…

When Christmas morning arrived, Sam and Dean went to collect the vampires from their ‘nest’. Jack objected to Dean calling it that; he said it was their home, just as the bunker had become Sam and Dean’s home. While they were gone, Jack and Castiel removed some of the warding so that the vampires could enter the building.

The sound of footsteps on the stairs alerted them to the fact that Sam, Dean, and their guests had arrived, but when they got to the bottom, Jack could see that the vampires were all blindfolded.

“Why have you done this Dean?” Jack knew instinctively that this was the older Winchester’s handiwork.

“We don’t want them knowing where we are, do we?”

Dean had a point, but Jack wasn’t too happy about it. Just then, Jody appeared from the kitchen.

“Hiya Boys,” she said cheerily. “Are these the other guests? Maybe it’s time to remove the blindfolds, what d’ya reckon?”

“Hey, Jody.” Dean, then Sam, hugged the woman who had been a kind of mother figure to them for so long. “Where are the girls?”

“They’re talking with your mom in the kitchen.”

“Sweet.” Dean’s face lit up and he went off to say hello to Claire and Alex, with Sam following behind, leaving Jack, Castiel, and Jody to deal with the vampires.

By the time everyone was gathered around the Christmas tree, Jack had established that their names were Elwin, Claudia, Isolabella, Idris, and Nodin. He had already discovered that they were able to eat real food - Dean had quipped ‘I hope none of you are vegetarians’ - so they had two turkeys, and every vegetable you could name. And some you couldn’t. There was also stuffing, cranberry sauce, Christmas pudding, and various other desserts, including pecan pie and pumpkin pie.

Before the food they exchanged gifts. Jack hadn’t been able to think of anything a vampire might like, so in the end he had gotten them all Christmas jumpers. They looked ridiculous - even Jack knew this - but they wore them anyway. Sam received lots of books, Mary got a nice scarf and some ‘smelly bathroom stuff’, Dean and Castiel both blushed at the gifts they received from each other, though Jack could not see what they were, and he got books, music, some different clothes, and a list of ‘movies he had to watch’ along with a movie channel subscription. Jack decided that he really liked everything associated with gifts, and he couldn’t wait to do it again.

Finally, the food was ready, and they were seated around the table in the war room. Everyone ate their fill, Claudia spent most of the time gazing at Sam, Idris seemed very interested in Jody, and by the time they had finished, there was a happy calm running through the gathering.

Jack then jumped up and excitedly announced “time for games. I have been researching, and we have to play charades and spin the bottle.”

“Er, no… spin the bottle isn’t a Christmas game, honey.” Mary said, as she started collecting the plates and cutlery. “That’s a game for teenage parties.”

There was a fair bit of giggling coming from those still around the table, although Jack noted that Dean looked disappointed; it almost seemed as if he had liked the idea.

“Let’s start with charades.” Sam said, decisively, and there was a murmur of approval.

The game was one of the best things Jack had ever experienced, even though he wasn’t very good at it. When Alex had to mime Interview With The Vampire Jack thought that Dean and Claire were going to burst something, they were laughing so hard. The room was filled with laughter throughout the game, and Jack believed that they were all feeling the spirit of Christmas. Even Claire, who wasn’t always easy to please, had a big smile on her face.

“You know what, Jack, this didn’t totally suck.” Claire said, and Jack had to stop himself from hugging her tightly. He was confused though, when laughter broke out again, until Claire explained breathlessly, “it didn’t suck… vampires suck… haha.”

When the hilarity eventually died down, Elwin stood up and addressed everyone with a serious expression. “We have a gift, as well.”

Jack could see Dean reaching for his gun, obviously worried that their guests were about to turn on them.

“We have paid for two nights at a hotel for these two.” He pointed at Dean and Castiel. “Because if you don’t do something about this… “thing” that you’re ignoring, we would prefer to spend eternity in purgatory rather than watch you making eyes at each other for one minute longer.”

Dean’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“I’ll pay for two extra nights,” Sam piped up, and Dean glared at him.

“Me too,” added Jody.

Soon enough, everyone started joining in. By the end of the night, they had enough for nine days in a hotel. Dean was trying to look angry but failing, and Castiel had an expression of sheer joy on his face. They had to be coaxed to leave the bunker before their guests did, but Jack was happy knowing that they were about to discover much more than the spirit of Christmas, and seeing them share a tentative kiss on their way out made his heart soar.

“Merry Christmas, everyone,” Jack said, as he raised his glass of non-alcoholic beer, and everyone had to agree.

It really was the most wonderful time of the year.