#like yeah babe i wanna talk about him asking you for the hundredth time to eat you out

[snipersfucker]

idk yknow that thing where men's beards would bleach from eating hoohaa too much? imagine that with mirage with his chin just rusting from eating cunt too much oml

i see somebody's trying to be hornier than me in my own house again....... (i absolutely see that happening he's so pussydrunk it's making me wanna break my legs.) & he'd be proud to just walk around like that.... "yeah i eat cunt for breakfast lunch and dinner whatcha gonna do :)"

[aestheticaltcow]

Chateau - blackbear

Carmy Playlist Blurb Masterlist

“You’ll like her, Carmy. She’s a nice girl,” Pete remarked as he sipped from his beer bottle. Carmy grinned, “I’m good, Pete.” “Babe, I told you he wouldn’t want to go on a date with her.” Sugar laughed, putting a plate down on the table. “Nat, she’d be so good for him,” Pete called as she returned to the kitchen. Carmy scratched the back of his neck, “Do you have a picture of her?” his curiosity had gotten the best of him. Pete nodded and fished his phone out of his pocket. 

Carmy stared at your Instagram profile for the hundredth time that day. You were pretty, probably a little weird since you voluntarily hung out with Pete outside of work. Sugar claimed you were really sweet and kept encouraging Carmy to get back out there after what had gone down with Claire at the beginning of the year. Carmy swallowed his pride and sent you a message. 

You sat on a bench outside the restaurant where you and Carmy agreed to meet. To say you were nervous was an understatement. Pete had said Carmy was this big-time chef from New York, and when you’d started messaging him, you couldn’t resist Instagram stalking him a little bit. Carmy was your type. You had found a video interview from a few years ago, and he was captivating, the way he spoke, the way his gold chain peaked out from under his Chef’s whites, the strategically placed tattoos… you were excited about this dinner date.

Carmy found you outside, and you seemed normal; you were friends with Pete… there had to be something wrong with you. As the two of you talked, he couldn’t figure it out. “I’m sorry this is gonna come off badly, why do you like Pete?” you giggled at Carmy’s question. “He’s a good guy. Definitely has narc vibe,s but he’s a dedicated father and husband, reads a lot so he always has good book recommendations, overall a pretty respectful guy- social cues sometimes go over his head, but out of all the guys we work with, he’s the most non-threatening.”

After dinner, Carmy walked you to your car. “So, do you wanna do this again sometime?” you asked cautiously, Carmy nodded “Yeah, I had fun. Can I call you later this week to set something up?”

[trans-elrond]

77 for the Spotify Wrapped ficlets but I couldn’t choose a ship so dealer’s choice!

you got holy (til you let me go) by rina sawayama and WHO ELSE could i write this for but steve/eddie!!

fluffy with a little bit of emotional hurt/comfort. tw period typical homophobia mentions. got a little bit away from meeee but that's life <3

-

"uh, they all think i'm evil, but it's fine," is what eddie says, only half flippant, when steve asks him if everything's cool with him.

which—is not maybe what he should've said. normally he brushes it off because he enjoys playing devil-may-care for a shocked crowd of onlookers. because it's satisfying to get a rise out of them. because shock is usually an adequate substitute for, dunno, actually feeling like he belongs?

with steve, though, eddie wants him to understand—somehow, if it's even possible—that there are things that can puncture even his thick skin. case in point: for the hundredth time since the town's satanic panic kick started, parents have hid their kids and rapidly left when he entered the library. even the library, which used to be such a sanctuary—! the world's fucked up, he knows this, the world hates freaks like him, but can't he have anything?

"i'm sorry," steve says quietly. then, after a moment, a little awkwardly: "is there anything i can do?"

"can you rewrite two thousand years of history?" he snaps. it's a little quick and mean, which he didn't intend but is kind of his default state. prickly, like a cactus, so he doesn't get fucking eaten. he flops down on the couch next to steve.

very tentatively—since this thing between them is very new and fragile—steve reaches for him, brushes his arm at first before settling it on him. "hey," steve says, with such genuine kindness that eddie's suddenly torn between getting more mad because he's so darn nice, and just melting.

he goes with melting, because it's easier and he doesn't wanna be mean to steve, and closes his eyes and settles into his—well, he can't really say boyfriend if they haven't really talked about it, but maybe later, once they actually do? yeah. once they actually talk.

"you're not evil, babe," steve says, affection suffusing his voice, "i swear, you're nicer than all the kids i grew up with even if they were raised right or whatever. you cared enough to do the right thing when so many people wouldn't have wanted to. i'm so glad i got to meet you."

eddie squirms a little under the scrutiny. and the babe. "oh, stop it," he says, half-drawling, trying to be funny to throw harrington off his scent. "i'm guilty of plenty."

"not of anything actually bad," steve says softly, dropping his hand to eddie's. "not of anything that matters. not of anything—" here he takes in a shallow breath—"anything i haven't done too, or nearly."

eddie cracks his eyes open at steve. "you sure about that?" he asks dubiously.

steve shrugs, half-grinning. "i mean, all the underage drinking and smoking and stuff, i did it too. and um—" he twines their fingers together purposefully. "if this is wrong, we're both wrong. or if it's right, we're both right. so if you're to blame for anything, i am too." he pauses before adding: "i have even played dungeons and dragons with you, so i guess if you're a satanist i'm some... acolyte or whatever."

eddie laughs, delighted that at least one dungeons and dragons term has made its way into steve's vocabulary. "my acolyte?" he teases.

steve blushes a little. "that's a... dungeons and dragons thing, right?"

"sure," eddie says, "it's a thing," and yanks steve into a semi-aggressive hug before he can pause to think too much about it, burying his face in his neck. he's done feeling sorry for himself today. he's decided that he will make out with steve and feel great about it, to hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong. it's steve and him. it's amazing. if he knows anything, he knows he's happy here, and that's more than enough.

[alolanrain]

Have these little quotes things where I make fun of characters.

———

Ash: *referring to the afterlife* if I could take you all with me... I wouldn’t.

Gary: Motherfucking bitch, You’d literally be the last one of us.

———

Ash: I said ‘Till death do us apart’ in my vow but we both know death ain’t keeping me away from you.

Raihan: I understood that before marriage was even a thought on the table, love.

———

Ash: I don’t have a caffeine addiction!

Misty: you won a years supply of coffee from the biggest coffee producer chain in Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn then ran out before the year was half way over-

———

Ash: why is my tranq gun getting taken away?

Alder: I’d rather avoid you getting sued by Trip and his family as much as possible.

Ash: if he got shot it would be his own fault!

Alder: no. No the fuck it wouldn’t. I don’t understand why the Council lets you have one anyways and this is me talking.

———

Gladion: why does everyone trust you so much!?

Ash: *realizing there’s literally no one around* why the fuck does Lillie still trust you after you abandoned her?

Gladion: I-

Ash: uno reverse, Bitch. Face your actions before you start preaching’ at me to face mine.

———

Ash: *in reference of Rose* he looks like one of those sketchy cars salesman with their hair slicked back and doing tax fraud.

Raihan: You! You. You get it.

Ash: of course I get it. I deal with Lance almost every day

Lance: *from another room* Hey!

———

Ash: *reference to Paul* I don’t know if I want to punch him or kiss him

Dawn: you have... the worst taste in men.

Ash: can’t argue there.

———

Ash: hey Brock? Can I ask you something?

Brock: hmm? Shouldn’t you be heading to the airport?

Ash: yeah but just answer this for me real quick.

Brock: Aight. Shoot.

Ash: is it okay for me to not want to... kiss a girl? Like at all?

Brock: oh yeah, absolutely my man. Everyone’s different.

Ash: okay... what about if I actually want to kiss a guy instead.

Brock: again. Completely normal. plenty of guys kiss other guys along with girls kissing girls. It could go platonic or romantic either way.

Ash: so I wouldn’t be... I wouldn’t be straight then? Right?

Brock; yeah no. Your sexuality would be classified as homosexual or, in short term, gay.

Ash: ah okay. Thanks for answering so fast! I gotta get going now.

Brock: have fun in Kalos, Ash.

———

Ash: *in reference to Alain* he’s so fucking hot and It’s unfair! I wanna marry that boy.

Ash; *finds about Lysander* my dad’s a villain. I don’t need my future father-in-law to be one too.

Ash: *meets Rose in the future* oh motherfu-

———

Serena talking to Miette: Ash is totally straight!

Ash: *chilling in a t-shirt that says ‘I’m gayer then Ho-Oh’ written in Kantonian in the background*

———

Ash: actually, now that I think about it, I got a rainbow feather from Ho-Oh my literal first day as a trainer.

Gary: and why are you telling me this-

Ash: the bitch knew I was gay before I did

Gary: -oh shit.

———

Ash: yo, Rai. My dad’s want to meet you. Since, ya’know, our one year anniversary is coming up and they haven’t yet.

Raihan: oh okay! Who are they?

Ash: .... Lugia and Tapu Koko

Raihan: ...

Ash: ...

Raihan: babe I love you so much but that’s literally the tamest thing you’ve told me.

———

Iris: *for the hundredth time that day* You’re such a little kid Ash!

Ash: *under his breath* murder means paperwork. Murder means paperwork. Murder means paperwork. Murder means-

———

Ash: *in reference to Gladion* he’s good looking but not enough for me to not kick his ass on sight.

———

Goh: I’m going to catch Mew!

Ash: *under his breath* hey Arceus? Yeah, I’m sorry that I called you a twink bitch last night-

———

Goh: I chose Mew as my starter.

Prof.Cerise: I don’t think that’s a-

Ash: No. No. Let him be stupid, this will be a good learning curve for him. *to Goh* alright then. Let’s do this.

———

Gary: *references to Paul, Alain, and Gladion* Ash has a very specific brooding type

Ash: *gets with Raihan*

Gary: well here I stand. On top of my hill, uncorrected like always.

Misty: what-

Gary: man broods but just... in a lighter and louder way.

Brock: a hot chocolate with vodka and extra whip compared to a group of battery acid’s.

Misty: why the fuck did that make so much sense.

[junko-and-riri-domain]

₊·˚♤˚· inconvenient | lhs ˚₊·˚♤˚·

↬ part of: 500 followers event <33 ↬ pairing: lee heeseung x reader ↬ genre: fluff | slight angst (happy ending dw) | idol!au  ↬ warnings: slight angst in that reader feels as if hee doesn’t have enough time for them bc of hee’s busy schedule and heeseung calls reader’s efforts inconvenient w/o realizing the weight of his words :( ↬ w/c: 1.4k ↬ requested by: anon, no specific name

As your eyes settled on the screen of your phone, reading Heeseung’s text message, you couldn’t help but scoff at it. You looked out the window of the cafe you were supposed to meet your boyfriend for your lunch date but he sent a text, canceling for what felt like the hundredth time this month. You could feel him slipping away from you with the other half of the bed empty almost every night, your dates constantly canceled, and your texts going unread. You decided not to respond to Heeseung, after all, what was the point? As you finished the remainder of your drink, you decided that you were going to enjoy the day to yourself regardless of whether or not Heeseung was going to be with you.

And that’s exactly what you did.

You explored the city and took your own pictures, found a new favorite trail to walk on, and bought yourself a new bag. Despite all the texts and calls from Heeseung, you ignored them all to give him a little taste of his own medicine. When you got home, you were more surprised than anything to see Heeseung waiting for you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. You looked at him, noticing how his eyes narrowed in on you and his arms crossed over his chest which caused his biceps to bulge out.

“Oh, so you care about me?”

“Of course I care, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well you canceled for the hundredth time today, I decided to have fun by myself.” His eyes cast to the floor, unable to look at you. You heard him let out a sigh as he muttered,

“I’m sorry.” You knew that when Heeseung became an idol, he’d have a busy schedule. You supported his dreams, had been there from the start but what good was your efforts when right now it felt as if you weren’t even in a relationship? Sure, Heeseung was sorry but you had heard the words thousands of times that you felt nothing anymore.

“How many times am I supposed to forgive you?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Babe, I’ve just been busy. You know how important promotion season is, I just don’t have the time for things like I used to.”

“I know that but you can’t even go on one damn date the entire month?”

“We spend all night practicing for performances that I’m better off spending the night at Jay or Jake’s instead of coming home. With the events we have along with the dates you wanna go on and your constant texts, it’s just inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” It was with Heeseung’s words that you realized, you had had enough. If your constant attempts to keep the relationship, well, a relationship turned out to be inconvenient to Heeseung then there was no point to it. If all the time you spent checking up on him turned out to be inconvenient then you had no reason to put in any effort anymore. You knew that work and his dreams were important but so were you.

“I didn’t mean it like that, there are things that I need to do and responsibilities I need to focus on-”

“Am I not important to you anymore?” As your ears were met with silence you felt your breathing caught up in your throat. Waiting for Heeseung to answer only to be met with no reply, through his hesitance you found your answer.

“Baby, I-”

“Forget I asked.” You walked past him, heading into your room and in the process shoving his shoulder. As the door slammed and you flopped onto the bed you waited. Waited for Heeseung to knock on the door, waited for him to say something, anything, but waiting only led to self-given heartbreak. You heard the opening of a door ringing throughout your ears but it wasn’t the door you had hoped. After hearing the key, you came to a realization. Heeseung decided to walk out.

Following the next few days, you and Heeseung entered a stage of your relationship you weren’t quite sure what to label as. It wasn’t that you broke up per se, but you weren’t exactly together either. Sure, you exchanged a few messages here and there but you could feel Heeseung slipping away or maybe it was you slipping away, you weren’t quite sure. Throughout the week, you found yourself unable to sleep. But one Friday night, that inability to sleep turned into a 3 am movie marathon spent on the living room couch curled up under your blankets and one of Heeseung’s shirts. You heard the front door open, glanced over to see the light turn on and Heeseung taking off his shoes.

“You’re up?” he asked, slight worry filling his tone.

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all you could bring yourself to say.

“Should I make us some ramen?” he offered.

“Yeah, if you want.” You stayed in the living room while Heeseung made his way to the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say, how were you even supposed to start? With your eyes settled on the tv, you entered a sort of daze where your head felt heavy and clouded with thoughts but your throat was unable to get any words out. It wasn’t until Heeseung was in front of you, blocking the tv that you drifted back to reality. You let out a small “thank you,” as the warmth of the bowl of ramen met your palms, couldn’t hold back your small smile as you saw that Heeseung had given you one and a half soft boiled eggs. When the both of you finished eating, you found yourself almost scared to talk to Heeseung about what went on that night. Your relationship was either going to continue, or it was going to end. As Heeseung reached towards the coffee table, about to take the bowls to the kitchen, your hand reached out to hold his arm, stopping him.

“Stay,” you whispered. Heeseung only nodded, settling himself so that he was laying on the couch with you. Face to face with him, you moved so that your head was laying on his chest. His heartbeat was calming, embrace comfortable, and scent making you feel complete. The next step in your relationship, or its end, whichever it was, you’d find out tomorrow. Closing your eyes, all you could do was wait.

When you woke up, your ears were met with a slight groan and the hold around you tightened. As you lifted your head up, a hard sort of knock was heard paired with an,

“Oww, what the hell?” from Heeseung. You brought up a hand to massage his chin while you felt him kiss the top of your head,

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to be here when I woke up.”

“I, uhh, have something planned for us today. If you’re up for it?” Heeseung seemed kind of nervous as he spoke, avoiding your eyes and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You do?”

“A date, as an apology, because I’m sorry.”

“What about work?”

“I told our manager that I was taking today off.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re important to me and I hate that it’s taken so damn long for me to show it to you.”

While you got ready for whatever it was Heeseung had planned, he was making breakfast. After breakfast, he brought you to a festival you didn’t even know was going on. While you walked past the stalls set up, occasionally stopping to look at something that caught your eye, Heeseung’s hand stayed intertwine with yours. You had missed it, being with Heeseung, and feeling loved by him. When lunchtime came around, you ended at the park. There were both couples and families with a towel, eating food they had packed, but all of a sudden, Heeseung was leading you to a towel with a picnic basket.

“This is our spot,” he said. Your eyes went wide,

“You set this up?”

“Mhm. I know how much you love picnics and I figured… let’s go on one.” You sat down, unable to hold back your smile as Heeseung sat next to you. You really did love picnics, but more so with Heeseung. After eating, you laid down and looked up at sky feeling as if the world was so vast and wide. You found yourself looking at Heeseung,

“Y’know, keeping my head on the ground is really inconvenient right now.” Heeseung’s eyes filled with alarm,

“I’m sorry, I never should’ve said that.”

“It’s ok,” you said. And you meant it. “It’d be less inconvenient if I could use your arm as a pillow though.” As Heeseung’s arm extended, you rested your head on it while you wrapped an arm around his chest. Waiting often led to self-given heartbreak, but sometimes, it was worth it.

❦ written by riri ( @enhykkul ) | main blog masterlist | 500 followers masterlist 

tagging: @bloom-bloom-pow | @markleepooh​ | @sunshineshouchan​ (permanent taglist open if anyone wants to be on it !!)

[detective-giggles]

I… okay, look. I have no intention on continuing this. At all. But you see, today’s @februaryficletchallenge is Amnesia and I’m sleep deprived and couldn’t resist.

WC: a nice even 500.

Warnings: mentions of a car accident and the resulting injury. Carlos!whump. Again, I’m sleep deprived and typed on my phone so this is unbeta’d.

**

“Thank goodness for facial recognition,” Carlos mutters sarcastically, letting out a frustrated huff as he stared at the still-locked phone in his hands.

“Here.” TK stands next to him and reaches out, tapping at the screen. “It’s our wedding date.” He explains. “I’ll add it to the list for you.” TK pauses, “but you know you’re supposed to be limiting your screen time anyway.”

“Yeah, but…” Carlos flips the phone around in his hands and presses the lock button. “I just thought the-”

“You wanna look for clues.” TK says knowingly. “You are the detective. It’s 033023.”

Carlos smiles and types in the password. He stares at the phone for a moment, the pictures were easy to find among all the other apps in their neatly labeled groups.

“I’m such a control freak,” he murmurs, noticing that even the pictures were in labeled folders.

“You weren’t always?”

“I guess I always thought I was better at hiding it.”

As TK settles next to him, Carlos taps one of the folders, scrolling slowly. It was mostly family; Carlos couldn’t recall all the specific events in the photos but the people he recognized easily enough.

“Here.” TK takes the phone, pulling up a new album before handing it back to Carlos. “Our wedding reception.” Carlos lets TK snuggle closer and as they scroll, TK tells him all the stories.

After a while, Carlos blinks and sighs at the headache beginning to form but he can’t bring himself to put the phone away as he taps at an unlabeled folder. “Whyyyyy?” He asks.

TK looks over and snorts at the half-naked post-workout, pre-shower selfie. “Because you’re a tease,” TK says. He reaches out to tousle Carlos’ hair but stops himself. “You sent that to me 36 hours into a double shift.”

“I wouldn’t!” He says. Then, “did it work?”

“Hmmmm?”

“You only send pictures like that for one reason.”

TK laughs. “Would’ve.” He pauses briefly, they hadn’t actually talked about the accident at all yet. “A few hours later, We pull up to what should have been our last call… a 2 vehicle MVA… and I find out that it was your cruiser that had flipped. By the time Paul and Judd pull you out, you’re awake… dazed, but responsive.

“We’re loading you into the ambulance, and you’re a little agitated, we figured it was the adrenaline. I call you Babe, and you…don’t react well. My captain asks you a couple of questions and then she asks you what date it is.”

“And I can’t tell you?”

“You were adamant that it was 2019.”

“I’m sorry.” Carlos apologizes for what feels like the hundredth time in the few days they’ve been home.

“Don’t be. This was…” TK sighs. “Accident reconstruction says the guy blew through the intersection at twice the speed limit. This could have ended very differently.”

“So you’re telling me memory loss is the best-case scenario?”

TK huffs a laugh. “Yeah.”

“So… what do we do now?”

TK shrugs. “We wait.”

Taglist: @teamsladsandgents @beardsanddetectives @itsjustmyfantasyroom

[machinegunbun]

Please give us some more Pete content I beg of you

Dirty Lil Secrets +

A/N:Maybe I’ll expand. Maybe I wont  Word count:987

You wiped your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time tonight, the skin around them becoming sore from the rough material of your shirt.

“I just can’t help but feel like you deserve someone like her. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry you broke up. You deserve someone like her.”

“Stop it, you’re being ridiculous.” Pete scolds, his arms somehow wrapping tighter around you

“No, you guys were soulmates. I’ve seen the way you acted with each other, it was so cute and you were so happy and that’s what you deserve. Pete, you deserve the world. And she was so pretty, everyone always told you how lucky you were.” You sniffled, pausing to catch your breath “Which was a bullshit backhanded compliment and you are so, so hot and she should’ve said something about it. But still. You deserve someone that makes all your friends so proud of you.”

“(Y/N), seriously?

“I can’t help it. I can’t help but feel like everytime I walk into a room all your friends are disappointed cause they know you can do so much better than me. 

“All of my friends love you because you make me happy and you care about me and make me a better person. I promise.”

“Yeah, well she did that and she was pretty. I mean, you got engaged within like three months, and I don’t blame you because she’s stunning, but that’s who you deserved. I’m so sorry I’ll never be able to be that for you.”

“Stop apologizing. You’re a good person and you’re fucking gorgeous and most importantly you put up with me.”

“Yeah, but she’s so undeniably pretty. I mean Colson said how proud of you he was for pulling her, and not even just her it’s every single one of your exes they’re just so much prettier than I am. You literally said your uncle congratulated you when he found out you got with one of them, I just want to be someone you can show off without being embarrassed.” 

“Oh so I deserve to be with someone all my friends wanna fuck.” 

“Yes.” You reply

“Okay, fine. How about we call Colson and ask if he’d ever fuck you?” He jokes, reaching over to grab his phone. Fear shot through your chest and all you could do was hope it didn’t come across on your face.

“No, don’t.” You say, watching as he opens his contacts “Pete seriously don’t do it. That’s so fucking embarassing.” You plead, the ringtone piercing through the otherwise silent room. You opened your mouth once more to tell him to hang up, but it was too late.

“Whats up.” Colson’s voice came through the phone

“Hey, whats up. How are you?”

“I’m good, what about you?” He replies nonchalantly 

“Babe. Don’t. Hang up the phone.” You whisper, your tone becoming more stern as you urge him quietly.

“I’m alright, I just wanted to call and ask you something. Would you ever fuck (Y/N)?” Pete says despite your pleads, amusement evident in his tone. The line went silent, your heart dropping into your stomach. 

Time felt like it slowed completely, you were all too aware of your heart beating inside your chest as the silence dragged on, the anxiety building the longer you went without an answer. You wanted to run and hide under the bed, or disappear altogether. Anything to get you out of this situation you were in. You knew Pete was only doing it to fuck with you, but it wasn’t funny.

It just wasn’t.

“Oh fuck, she told you?” 

It had been silent before, but somehow it was even more silent now. The air filled with tension as Pete’s face contorted, trying to figure out what Colson had meant. You tried to mask the fear in your eyes, but you couldn’t help it. It was only once. Or maybe twice. And he was never meant to find out this way. You studied his expression, trying to find out whether or not he’d pieced together the puzzle yet. He didn’t look angry, just confused.

“What?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper. It was unclear whether he was asking you or himself, so you remained silent.

What exactly were you supposed to tell him?

Remember how before we got together we were friends and you were kind enough to take me under your wing when I had just moved here. Yeah, remember introducing me to your best friend so I would know other people? Well, we talked about our fetishes and found out we were into a lot of the same things, so the night of your birthday dinner I took him back to my apartment and we fucked on the bed you and I had our first kiss on. We did it again every time he was in town and you brought him by, and the first time I saw him once we’d been together I couldn’t look him in the eye knowing I’d let him do things to me that I haven’t even considered telling you I’m into. 

A bit harsh, at best.

“Listen, she told you it was before you guys were together, right? I would never try to step in on your girl if I had any idea you even liked her. But everytime someone asked you guys were so adamant that you were just friends. The second you brought up that you liked her we stopped, it was mutual and unspoken because we both have that respect for you and- Fuck, I really hope this doesn’t ruin anything man.” Colson rambled, but you weren’t sure Pete even heard him. He looked completely out of it, images of you and his best friend playing through his head again and again.

“Pete? Are you there?”

“Yeah, man. Thanks for being honest.” He says, hanging up, his tear filled eyes drifting up to meet your own.

[jinpanman]

Vampire’s Wine

pairing: vampire boyfriend!jungkook x fem human!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: 18+, fluff, slightly nsfw, established relationship

warnings: this whole thing is a disgusting bloody mess and not in the way you think. menstruation talk - from the use of hygiene materials to the smell of period blood, jk loves period blood - oop., casual conversation about sex and genitals

summary: You decide to brave the mystery that is menstrual cups. Jungkook is intrigued to say the least.

a/n: i needed a break from all my long af fics. u can blame my brain. u can also blame Jess @shelive-shelove​​ for telling me to write this. and for helping me pick a member to write about - but then again, she always picks jk. also @joonie-mono​ kept judging me so now that it exists she has to read it. :-)

The simple matte black box sits on the bathroom counter and it’s incredibly intimidating despite it just sitting there. You pick it up and open the case to reveal an equally black menstrual cup sitting on top of a black pouch. A slip of paper falls out when you open it and you pick it up.

Greetings Y/N! We’re so glad you’ve decided to become the owner of a BLAKD cup. We understand some people don’t want color stained cups so we went ahead and…

You toss the card to the side and pick up the cup and turn it around in both awe and trepidation. There’s a knock on the open door but you don’t bother to look up.

“What’s that you go there?”

“JK honey, tell me. How am I supposed to stick this up my nether region?”

Jungkook snorts and plucks the cup from your hand.

“Well, my dick is bigger than this and you do such a good job taking it all in so I know my baby can handle this small thing.” He pats your cheek lovingly

You squeak and swat his arm away in disbelief. “Jungkook! I swear! You—that’s different! I’m not horny when I’m trying to stick this-this monster inside of me.”

He laughs and quickly covers the little distance between you, pulling you flush against him.

“First of all, that’s an insult to my dick because this,” he waves the cup in front of you and you roll your eyes at him “is no monster. Secondly, maybe we should get you horny first so it won’t be an issue.” He wiggles his eyebrows and licks his bottom lip in anticipation.

You scoff and push him away, taking the cup back from him.

“I need to figure out how to stick this up my very unaroused vagina, so please go and do your vampy things and leave me alone for a few minutes.”

He merely shrugs but of course your boyfriend who must know everything about everything asks, “But babe, what’s wrong with what you usually use?”

Ah, now that’s a good question. You’ve used pads and tampons for so long and frankly you are so utterly fed up with the mess that is Aunt Flo. 

“Jungkook, you won’t even understand even if I told you.”

“Try me.”

You raise a brow but proceed anyway. “Well they stink, for one.”

“False. I love the way you sme—okay, sorry. Go on.”

“Pads are so annoying especially when you’re sweaty and they stick to your butt and somehow you always end up bleeding everywhere except on the pad! And then tampons! Just the general scare that it’ll be stuck there for too long or it’ll poison you or that you’re actually not bleeding as much as you thought you were and you’re dry af and it gets so uncomfortable to take out!” you voice dies out, nearly out of breath because you failed to pause after each sentence. Jungkook watches you with amusement painted throughout his face and relaxed posture resting against the counter.

Your chest is heaving but you continue after taking a few short breaths, “Period panties are okay but I’d like some extra insurance y’know? Also everything is so fucking expensive! Tell me why we’re being paid to tend to something we absolutely cannot control? I fucking bet you if men had periods, they’d free bleed every month and expect everyone to be okay with it. But because we’re women we have to hide it because it makes—”

Jungkook breaks you off mid-tangent kisses you and grins. “Had to stop you before you start ranting for a whole 10 minutes and then forget why you were talking in the first place.”

You return the kiss and give him an appreciative smile. Most people aren’t into the “kiss someone to get them to shut up” but in your case, you appreciated the kisses because one, Jungkook gives the best kisses and two, you really would go off forever if he didn’t shut you up.

“Thanks, baby. Now please leave,” you say before shoving him out the bathroom and locking the door behind him.

After what felt like (and probably was) two hours you are finally out of the bathroom, feeling so utterly defeated and exhausted. You had gotten it in, but at what cost? Both your hands still reek of blood despite scrubbing thoroughly for several minutes with soap. Your thighs are aching from squatting for so long as well. You plop down on the couch beside your boyfriend who’s occupied playing some rando shooting game on the PlayStation. He inhales deeply and shoots you a quick glance. You give him a questioning look but he doesn’t say anything.

After his match, he leans in close to your stomach and takes another big whiff. You’ve long passed being surprised at how much Jungkook likes smelling you. You’d think he was a werewolf or something. Not that you’d tell him that because you were not in the mood to be dicked down just to “prove a point.”

“Hm? You don’t smell like you normally do?”

“Huh, I’m honestly shocked considering how much I bled all over my hands and thighs.”

“Careful, Y/N. You might make me horny,” he muses as he enters another match.

“You’re gross.”

“So, what does the blood just… sit there?”

“Mm, yeah. The cup keeps it all inside and when I take it out the blood will be there.”

“Tell me when you’re gonna take it out, okay?”

Without breaking eye contact with the television screen, he tilts his head to plop a quick kiss on your forehead. You pull a blanket over you and watch on as your endearing thousand year old boyfriend destroys the hundredth controller because he’s still very much a baby vampy and sometimes he forgets his own strength.

“Ohhh my goood this is so fucking weird,” you mutter in disgust.

Here you are, at the end of a full day of doing absolutely nothing, squatting in the tub once again. This time, instead of sticking a foreign object up your vagina, you’re trying to pull it out. You finally have a grip on the stem and your thighs are screaming at you but you fight through the burn because no way in hell are you gonna risk dropping your cup in the toilet bowl. The several guides you found on the internet said it helped to use your muscles to push it out.

“Okay, here goes nothing.”

You push and you eventually feel the suction giving way. A few drops of liquid spill out over your hand and you grimace at how warm it is. You finally pull it out from inside you and you lift it up to inspect the contents of the cup. God it was startling how warm the cup is. It was both disgusting and fascinating to see how much blood you can bleed within half a day. And the best thing—it doesn’t smell! You’re done being weirdly fascinated with your blood now. You’ve definitely been with Jungkook for too long. You hold the cup away from you and tilt it to pour down the—

“NNOOOO!!!! STOP Y/N!!!!”

Your boyfriend stumbles into the bathroom and you watch him with absolute befuddlement as he inches closer to you with crazed eyes.

“Baby,” he reaches out to you, “what were you just going to do?”

“Um, pour out my period blood?”

“Baby!!” he practically whines and kneels beside the tub.

“...Yes? Jungkook?” You’re at a complete loss for why he came bursting here in such a hurry.

“I thought I asked you to tell me when you were gonna take it out.”

“I’m sorry hun. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. I’m just taking it out?”

“Babe.”

“Mhm?”

“I’m a vampire.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Jungkook, I don’t even know what you’re talking about so if you could just tell me, that’d be great.”

He groans into his hands and peeks at you through his fingers.

“I wanna drink it.”

Oh, for god’s sake. You restrain yourself from rolling your eyes at him. You weren’t ignorant to his obsession with blood, especially during that time of the month. He was a vampire, after all. This was a whole new experience though with nearly an ounce of your blood right in your hand. Before you can second guess yourself, you hand the cup to your very pouty boyfriend who takes it with a now huge smile gracing his face. 

He brings the cup directly under his nose and takes a quick whiff. You wrinkle your nose in distaste. And then he lets out a deep, guttural moan. He flicks his tongue in the pool of blood then promptly empties the blood into his mouth. A normal person would not shiver at the sight of their boyfriend drinking their blood, but you’ve long resigned the fact that you were not normal. Your eyes fixate on the trail of blood that missed his mouth and now fall down the side of his mouth to his chin. You swallow in sync with Jungkook who hands you back the empty cup.

His voice is hoarse when he speaks. “Please never stop using this cup. It is the greatest creation of the modern times… Next to the internet. Also don’t ever drain your blood anymore. Give it to me. Save the ocean.”

“You absolute dork,” you laugh and continue your downward gaze of his body. That’s when you see it.

“Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you… baby are you horny?”

[nissanmaxima]

Split Personalities

(Y/N) lifted her head from her laptop to the sound of her door unlocking and opening. Coming from the other side was her lover, Levi Ackerman, with a brown satchel over his chest that he didn't leave with this morning. Placing her laptop down, she walked up to him while he was taking off his shoes and hugged him. Leaning in for a kiss, she baited him and yanked the satchel off of him

"What's this?"

Opening the satchel, a giant crystal was in her hands once she brought it out. Her eyes shined in the reflection of said jewel. Levi snarled and snatched the crystal away, being careful not to drop it,

"Careful, moron."

"Well what is it, asshole?"

"I haven't figured that out yet. Hanje couldn't examine it 'cause she's going to go fuck her boyfriend's brains out."

"Jesus Levi..."

"What?"

"Your language!"

"And?"

"Watch your tone."

"Wait what?"

"Don't get all worked up."

"I'm... Not worked up."

"Oh it's hard to tell with your delivery sometimes, babe."

"Tch, whatever.  Just don't touch that. I have to go clean up."

"Yeah yeah, I'll cook dinner."

Placing the crystal back in the satchel, Levi left it on the table near the door and walked to go get ready for dinner, leaving (Y/N) to control her curiosity.

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While cooking she stared at the satchel, almost letting the food burn. She heard a voice for the back of the apartment,

"Oi! I smell burnt potatoes!"

"Boy hush! I swear they're not burned!"

Soon the food was done and ready to serve. Levi came in with semi casual clothes and damp hair, waiting for his significant other to stop being extra. She lifted the cloche and spoke with enthusiasm,

"And now! For today's dinner, I have butter-poached lobster with sautéed potatoes and asparagus!"

"Holy shit that actually sounds good."

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"So boring like... I slaved over that food..."

Levi sighed and sat down, getting ready to eat while his girlfriend tried to hide her tears while she ate with him.

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Cleaning the dishes, (Y/N) took glances at the satchel minding it's business. She let her mind wander while washing,

'I wonder what that thing does?'

'I wonder how much I could get for selling it?'

'Oh but Levi told me not to touch it...'

'Who the fuck cares about what Levi thinks?'

'I do, I'm his woman after all...'

'You wanna know what else you are to him?'

Her personalities clashed as she stared at the satchel now, having completely forgotten about the dishes and the rest of the kitchen being cleaned. She stayed quiet and listened to her personalities clash before exhaling and walking up to the table the satchel was resting on. Picking up the satchel and taking out the giant crystal, she admired it before,

"I told you not to touch it-"

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LEVI YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I ALMOST SWUNG OFF YOU,"

"NO DON'T DROP THE CRYSTA-"

Too late. The giant crystal slipped from her hands and it fell to the floor, making it shatter. (Y/N) covered her mouth to hide a whimper. Levi snarled and went down to pick up a shard. But once he touched a sharp, in a flash, he was sucked into a sharp and was spit back out. (Y/N) uncovered her mouth but nothing came out. She noticed there were 6 of Levi but they were wearing different colored cravats. One looked angry, one looked bored, one looked... Aroused... One looked around with disgust, one looked extremely tired, and the last one looked invested in the remains of the crystal.

The one who looked angry had a red cravat and screamed at her,

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THE DAMN CRYSTAL BUT WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"BOY DON'T GET LOUD WITH ME I PAY HALF THE BILLS HERE-"

"WHAT DOES THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THE PROBLEM?!"

"LOWER THE TONE OR WE'LL BOTH BE FIST FIGHTING AT 10 O'CLOCK AT NIGHT-"

The bored looking Levi had a green cravat and was still looking around,

"This place is lame, there's no explosions, no guns or anything fun related..."

(Y/N) pushed red Levi to the side and answered back to Green,

"Weren't you the one who wanted this place to be 'habitable'?"

"Psh, not me, that one does-"

Green pointed to the Levi who had a grey cravat with a disgusted look on his face. (Y/N) walked up to him,

"And who're you supposed to be?"

"Everything has to be clean. This place is filthy-"

Walking past her, he walked into the semi-cleaned kitchen and began cleaning,

"Okay? That was rude..."

Another Levi wearing a faded purple came up behind her and purred in her ear,

"Would you like to know who I am?"

Before she could answer, he nibbled at her neck and pulled her closer to his body and she could feel something poking her rear. She struggled in his hold before he ultimately let her go. She looked at the other 2 Levi's standing there and completely gave up,

"Lemme guess. You're his intelligence and you're his... bluntness?"

"Fuckin' right,"

The orange cravat shined with this one,

"That is correct."

A bright yellow cravat glowed when this one spoke,

(Y/N) sighed and walked into their shared bedroom and closed the door,

"The fucking crystal split him into the main parts of his personality..."

She ran to a desk and grabbed a pencil as well as some paper. Remembering each cravat color so she could match it with each personality she engaged with,

Red = Anger/Rage

Green = Bravery/Activeness

Grey = Clean Freak

Purple = Horniness/Passion

Orange = Bluntness/Rudeness

Yellow = Intelligence

Folding the paper and putting it into her bra, she inhaled and exhaled for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight before leaving the bedroom The first thing that she noticed was the strong smell of bleach and pine sol with a faint... Ajax? She groaned and continued on, looking for Yellow, he seems to be the more analytical and intelligent one. She walked past a workout room and saw Red basically destroying a punching bag before going to a treadmill, putting it on the highest setting, she heard him snarl as he started on the highest level.

Sneaking past, she exhaled a breath she didn't even know she was holding, being thankful Red never heard her. Heading for the kitchen, she noticed a door was closed and walked up to it. Placing her ear on the door, she heard soft moans and her face burned coming from her blush. Obviously Purple was in there handling himself, she thought. Running along, she finally got to the kitchen and saw Yellow still inspecting the shard that was broken. She approached him cautiously,

"Did you find anything?"

"No. And it'd be wise to not sneak up on someone when dealing with something this fragile. I would ask Hanji for help, but I do believe she stated she's... 'Preoccupied' now, yes?"

"Uhh yeah that's right..."

"Now I know I'm intelligence, but don't think I know for sure what would happen if we so happen to touch the shards again."

"Let's try it-"

Grabbing a shard she screamed at the top of her lungs-

"FIRE!"

Green came out of nowhere and panted like a beast,

"WHERE'S THE FIRE?!"

"Here-"

Poking the point of the shard into the side of Green, a bright green light shined and he was sucked into the shard, making it emit a dark green color. (Y/N) looked at yellow,

"Yeah I think it works-"

"See if you can gather the rest of them. They won't listen to me if I tried to. You know how people treat nerds. Plus if I touch it, I'll get sucked into a shard,"

(Y/N) nodded and went around the house to look for the rest of the Levi's.

———————————————————————- Walking down the hall inspecting the different rooms in their shared apartment, she peeked through each one until she found the same Levi still in the training room going at it on the punching bag again. She stepped away from the room and did something she constantly does already.

Make herself angry.

'Yo who the fuck this white man think he is?'

'Right? He talks like he pays bills!'

'I pay 5 cents more therefore I pay more'

'Talm' bout' "you always fussin' every 5 seconds" now it's every 2 seconds'

She took a deep breath and ran in guns blazing, not caring what happened-

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?"

He screamed back,

"WHO'RE YOU YELLING AT?"

"YOU. LEVI FUCKING ACKERMAN."

"DON'T SAY MY NAME LIKE THAT!"

"I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA SAY."

"COME AT ME-"

With the shard in her right hand, she raised her hand to slap him with her left hand, making him catching it with a stupid smirk on his face,

"Missed."

She innocently smiled back,

"Did I?"

She threw the shard and it poked him in the eye, making him let go of her hand. She watched him get sucked into the shard. The shard shined a powerful red as she picked it up and placed it in her pocket.

2 down, 4 to go. ———————————————————————- The apartment was eerily quiet, so quiet she could hear footsteps. Following them, (Y/N) stumbled upon Purple in the bathroom making kissy faces in the mirror. The face you make when someone says something stupid appeared on your face. Purple realized you were behind him in the mirror and turned to face you,

"Hello love!"

"Hey..."

"Babe, I just wanna say, I really appreciate you cooking dinner for you and I and I do appreciate you. It's just really hard cause y'know... My past..."

Her heart melted hearing his words and Purple could tell. He hugged her, his hands on her lower back. She felt his... 'rolling pin' poking her and she sighed.

"Come on, (Y/N), let me make it up to you..."

"Mmm... Okay..."

He lead her towards their bedroom and locked the door once they entered. Leading her to the bed, he made her feel... 'protected'. Like there was nothing that could get in between them to hurt them. Once on the bed, he kissed her while his hands warmed her sides, warming her. She slowly melted away and let go of everything...

The anger...

The tension...

The sadness...

The shard-

(Y/N)'s eyes shot open and pushed Purple off of her, making him land on the floor. Grabbing the shard out of her pocket, she chucked it at him and he caught it, making a bright purple light as he was sucked in the shard. The shard emitted a beautiful passionate purple. (Y/N), exhausted this point, sighed and spoke aloud,

"Well, at least you care..."

3 down, 3 to go.

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(Y/N) wandered the house until she found herself back into the kitchen where she was bombarded with the strong scent of cleaning liquids. Bleach, Pinesol, Fabuloso, etc. It was all just swirling together. Covering her nose she walked farther into the kitchen where she could see Grey cleaning the walls of the kitchen without breaking a sweat.

She groaned and took out a shard. Walking up to him from behind, she poked the shard into his back, sucking him into it and emitting a grey color.

"Damn house is a toxic gas at this point..."

4 down, 2 to g-

"Just fucking put me in the fucking shard already."

(Y/N) turned around to find Orange and Yellow just standing next to each other-

"Uhh... Okay?"

Taking the last 2 shards out of her pocket, she tossed them to the two colors and watched as they were sucked into the shard and their shards emitted both bright yellow in one and a bright orange in the other.

The shard from her pocket started to glow as well. Taking them out, she ran to the other two and placed them in the center of the room and watched as the shards came together in a bright flash, making (Y/N) cover her eyes.

When she opened them again, she saw her Levi had returned. She ran to him and hugged him tightly, tears flowing from them,

"What happened?"

"Nothing! I'm just glad your back..."

"Oh... Okay?"

"Just know that I know it's difficult for you to show emotion but I do know you mean well for me okay?"

Levi hugged her back even tighter. Not knowing what exactly happened, he assumed for the worst but never pressed her. They just sat in silence as they hugged each other. ————————————————————————

[platypanthewriter]

Fuck the Afterlife

Don’t worry, nobody’s dead...that we know.  Harringrove April Prompt Day 24: Afterlife!  A misunderstanding leads to everybody appreciating Billy a whole lot.

Billy couldn’t stop snickering under the sheet, even with Steve’s arms around him, and his face sniffling against Billy’s side, so Max stalked over to the bed and kicked Billy’s leg.  “Shut up,” she slurred, at five in the morning, her hand locked with Lucas’.  Their wedding rings gleamed.  “You’re dead, remember,” she told Billy, “—so shut the hell up.”  Will giggled from over by the window, wiping his eyes, but El still looked solemn.

“You shut up,” Billy hissed back.  “Stop drinking, everybody, jesus, how come I’m the only sober person here.” 

“You think I’m gonna turn down free liquor,” Erica Sinclair said, sitting against the windowsill, and playing with the little umbrella in her glass.  Robin laughed, leaning against the window, tears streaking down her face.

“Because…’cause we all thought.  Thought you were dead,” Nancy muttered, staggering into the foot of the bed, and leaning her elbows on the footboard.  “Steve here was drunk before he even called us.”

“I’m just saying, if I have to lie here like a corpse with a sheet over my face—” Billy started, but Max cut him off.

“Dead men don’t get cocktails,” she said, waving something blue, and taking a swig.  “We gather here to celebrate the life of one Billy Hargrove,” she intoned, to general sniffles and giggles.  “So shut up and listen, dead man, you brought this on yourself.  Billy Hargrove,” she sighed, “—a man I definitely did not know and had no relation to, who died due to gross sex crimes.”

Everyone laughed harder, and Billy threw the sheet back, propping himself up on his elbow to glare around at the Sinclairs, and Robin Buckley, and what seemed like half the town.  His face was flaming.  “Hang on now,” he said, waving his splinted finger.  “I’m not gonna sit here—”

“Lie here,” Dustin put in, from where he sat by Steve’s feet, and Billy flipped him off.  

“I’m not gonna lie here and get accused of gross sex crimes when that’s not even what happened—”

“Don’t you look me in the eyes and tell me you’ve never committed any gross sex crimes, you fucking liar,” Max growled, and Billy stared around at the faces gathered around his bed, opened his mouth, cocked his head, and closed his mouth again.  “And I can’t hear you anyway, you’re fucking dead, shut up.”

“I’m so glad you’re not really dead,” Steve sniffled into Billy’s chest, reeking of tequila.  He rolled to flop an arm over Billy’s stomach and elbowed him in the gut, and Billy oof’d, and then put his splinted hand around his boyfriend, and leaned to kiss his hair.  “Love you,” Steve mumbled, into Billy’s chest.  “Don’t be dead.  I miss you,” he gulped.  “I miss you so much.”

“I’m not dead,” Billy said, for like the nine-hundredth time.

“Look at him,” Max pointed to Steve.  “Look what you did.”

Billy laughed harder, grimacing.  “I just jammed my finger!  I didn’t die!  I definitely didn’t die of any gross sex crimes without you, babe,” he whispered into Steve’s hair, and Steve harrumphed.

“Damn straight,” he mumbled.  “No sex crimes without me.  Love you.”

“Gross, this is a sex crime, my eyes are suffering, oh my god,” Max groaned.

“We’re all suffering, Billy,” Nancy said, finally, putting her hands on her hips.  “How dare you drive yourself to the hospital with a broken finger and not call anyone for nine hours and then drive yourself home—”

“It’s not my fault they got the records mixed up!” Billy yelled again, laughing, and squeezing Steve gently.  “I thought Steve was asleep!  Look, I just jammed my finger and it swelled up, I didn’t wanna wake anybody—” Billy grimaced.

“How’d that happen,” El asked, frowning at his splinted hand, and Billy groaned.  

“I...uh,” he grimaced, reluctant to admit he’d nearly died of what Max would definitely consider a gross sex crime—showering the jizz off himself after Steve fell asleep, he’d had a little jerk-off session remembering how good the night had been, gotten lightheaded as the blood rushed to his dick, and fallen in the shower.  He cleared his throat, grimacing, and felt his face redden further.  “I fell in the shower,” he said, sniffing as though Robin’s snickering was unfounded.

“You gross sex criminal,” Max hissed.  “How dare you almost die of sex crimes—”

“You have people who care,” Nancy yelled, wiping her eyes.  They’d all been crying, Billy registered, again.  It didn’t seem any more believable than an hour ago, when he’d gotten home from the hospital, crept in from the garage so as not to wake Steve, and everyone had screamed, running towards him.  Lucas Sinclair and Max had shaken him until his teeth rattled, both crying, and Nancy Wheeler had hugged him until his back cracked, taking ragged breaths into his shoulder.  Steve hadn’t let go of him since.

Erica had tried to get Billy to lie down with his arms crossed on the coffee table, like a vampire, but he’d rolled his eyes and hauled Steve—and the crowd of crying drunks—upstairs.

Billy was pretty sure he was having a really weird dream.  

“You can ask for help next time,” Nancy said, pointing at him, and rubbing her runny nose.  She flailed a hand behind her, and Robin handed her a kleenex.  “Wake your boyfriend up!  Call me!”

“Yeah, shut up and take your punishment,” Erica Sinclair sighed.  “You turned them into this, now lie the fuck down, you stupid corpse.”

Billy did so, sighing, but he left his arm sticking out to stroke Steve’s hair.  “‘M not dead,” he muttered.

“We gather here to celebrate the life of one Billy Hargrove,” Max said again, “—my brother, who is annoying as shit, and I’m really pissed at him,” she said, her voice shaking, “—b-because I thought he died tonight.”

“Guys,” Billy mumbled, his eyes stinging, now, and she kicked his thigh.

“Shut up.  I had to make Lucas drive me over here,” she said, sniffling, and clearing her throat, “—because I kept letting the clutch out and killing the engine, and all I could think was my brother’s goddamn ghost voice saying ‘—clutch, Max.  Don’t murder my car, Max,’ and then I thought I-I’ll never have to take his shit again—” she covered her mouth, shutting her eyes tight on a strangled noise, and Billy peered wide-eyed at her over the edge of the sheet.  “—and I missed you,” she choked out, and Billy tried to scramble up, but she kicked him in the leg again, bruising, by now, he was fairly sure.  

“Stay there,” she hissed.  “I pulled a sweatshirt of yours on on the way and smelled your stank and I thought—I thought I’ll never smell it again, I’ll have to just—just curl up in this, it’s the last time I’ll smell your shitty cologne—”

“It’s nice cologne,” Steve mumbled.

She stomped forward to kick Billy again, choking back a sob, and Lucas grabbed her around the waist, holding her back.  

“Glad you’re okay, man,” he said, and Billy nodded, relieved, but Erica raised her hand.  

“Foul,” she said.  “This is a wake.”

“Okay, okay,” Lucas said, obviously thinking.  “Thanks for...getting better,” he said, grimacing.  “You...you went from just being Max’s scary brother to saving one of my best friends,” he said, then paused, biting his lips together.  “I’m glad you’re my brother too,” he said, shrugging a shoulder, and Billy groaned and made a face at him, knowing Lucas Sinclair was probably the only person as embarrassed by this situation as he was.  Lucas grimaced back over Max’s head, but grinned.

 After a long pause next to the bed, Will said “I’m so glad you’re not dead,” so shakily even Erica didn’t try and make him keep talking, and then El broke the rules of the fake funeral, and just hugged Billy.

Billy tried not to die of embarrassment as Nancy talked, long and sincerely, about how happy he made Steve, and Steve nodded against his side, occasionally raising his arm with a thumb up.  

“S’all true,” he mumbled.

Robin waved Max and Erica off when they tried to get her to talk, smiling.  She wiped her eyes too.  “I’m just glad I don’t have to call everyone and tell them another gay dude died,” she said, a little bitterly.  “Everybody asks about you.”  Her eyes filled with tears, though, and Billy felt a pang of guilt for scaring her.

Dustin hauled off with a whole best man speech at that point, all about how annoying Steve was when they’d first started fucking, and Billy thought he might melt away at the news Steve had liked him so soon.  Dustin, the little shit, knew exactly what he was doing.  “He kept saying ‘I never want him to leave’,” Dustin said, just dropping that bomb with a sly grin.  “Like, ‘Is that weird?  Am I crazy?  I never want him to leave.’”

“Oh my god,” Billy mumbled.

“S’true,” Steve sighed.

“I am conditionally glad you’re alive,” Erica said, and Dustin started cackling, “—because of the way the hospital told Steve you died.  I was really looking forward to telling everybody,” she said, sighing.

“Wait, what the fuck did they tell you,” Billy asked, yanking the sheet off his face again.  

“And then I remembered I’d lose my quiz night teammate,” Erica said, crossing her arms.  

“Said I c’d do it,” Steve slurred.  “Said—”

“Fucking hell fucking no, Steve,” Erica said calmly.  “Billy told me about when you got the ‘who was president during the first gay marriage’ question—”

“ABE LINCOLN!” Steve yelled, again, and Billy groaned, cackling, as Max snorted loudly.  

“...hun,” Billy said, and Steve shook his head, pushing himself up to frown back woozily.

“All...men...created...equal,” he enunciated carefully.  “Abe Lincoln.”

“I mean, to be fair, that shoulda handled it,” Robin pointed out, and Steve gave her two fingerguns.  

“I’ll stay alive and be your bar quiz partner,” Billy told Erica, crossing his heart, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Good, because your man there doesn’t believe in narwhals,” she said, and Steve groaned.

“Stop lying to me about narwhals,” he mumbled.  “I’ve been to the zoo.  Din’t see any...unicorn...whales.”

“They don’t keep them in cages, babe, they’re still whales,” Billy told him, and got a hard prod.  

“He’s a conspiracy theorist,” Steve mumbled sadly.  “Came back from the dead to lie to me about narwhals.”

“I didn’t die, babe,” Billy told him, leaning in for a tequila-flavored kiss.  

“I couldn’t wait to tell the whole dorm a guy I knew shoved a lightbulb up his ass and electrocuted himself over Spring Break,” Erica said, sighing wistfully, and Nancy and Robin started laughing so hard they leaned in to each other.  Billy shot upright in bed, dumping Steve off his shoulder, and nearly clonking skulls with El.

“I’m sorry, they said what,” he said flatly.  “You guys really believed I stuck a lightbulb up my ass and electrocuted myself?  How fucking stupid do you think I am?!”

“You have me,” Steve mumbled, sniffling and reaching for the Tequila, and Dustin snatched it away.

“Oh, no, buddy, you don’t need any more of that,” he said, and Billy nodded.  

“You don’t need to put a lamp up your ass,” Steve mumbled into Billy’s thigh, sniffling, as Billy laughed helplessly.  “You have me, babe—don’t cheat with a lamp.” 

“Yeah, sweetie,” Billy said, yanking him into a tight hug.  “Fuck heaven, right?  Never gonna leave.”

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#36: "I want to try for a baby" with Sam Wilson?🥺💕

Little Cap’s

Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Tooth rotten fluff nothing more.

Word count: 2,653

Summary: You’ve been thinking about it for a while now, just wasn’t sure how Sam would take the question.

Note’s: Written for the wonderful @autumnleaves1991-blog  for the Writer Wednesday-Writer Challenge. Thank you so much doll for tagging me and including me in this opportunity.

Set after the ending of Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Sam has taken the mantle of Captain America as his own. This is my first time writing for Sam so I do hope I’ve done him justice.

Rolling the idea around your mind for what felt like the hundredth time today. Worried about his reaction, scared he might say no. Neither of your ready for the biggest leap since the ring he put on your finger. Sparking in the late summer Louisiana sun simple single two carat engagement ring catches your eye. Dreamy smile tugging the corners of your lips up.

“You gonna help finish these meal’s Y/N or stare at the rock Sam gave you?” playful annoyance filtering through her voice. Sarah glances your way smile bright and full spreading over her plush lips. “Come on girl quicker we get these meals out the faster we get back home and relax.”

“Yeah, yeah quit your bitchin babe I’m coming,” sending her a wink back. Thoughts temporarily side tracked as is your path when Cass and AJ cross, both boy’s laden with styrofoam containers. Delicious smells tickle your nose as they path tummy grumbling in reminder of a missed meal.

“Better get that checked out Aunt Y/N sounds like you got a bear in there,” AJ teases laughter in his voice.

Scowling playfully you take off after him intent on smacking his butt for the sass. But miss by a few inches, looking towards Sarah for sympathy. “What he’s not wrong and I told you to eat something earlier,” lips tipping up. Grabbing two food boxes at a time to pack them into the larger cardboard carry box.

“No love, non at all and you’re suppose to be family,” arms crossing refusing to help.

“Who’s suppose to be family?” Deep timbered voice asks from the side kitchen door, leaning on the frame like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Smiling russet eyes glance over Sarah and the boys before landing on you, back towards him. His favorite pink, yellow and white sundress fitted to your body, wearing it especially for him. Butterflies start dancing in your belly at his voice but you don’t turn just yet adding the last two containers to the box AJ packed up.

Shaking her head, “You’re late I guess there’s a first time for everything huh?” Hands placed on her hips trying to look stern but a smile spreads over her lips at seeing her big brother back in one piece.

“Don’t blame me for that Sarah. Bionic stare machine in the reason,” thumbing over his shoulder where Bucky appears sheepish grin on his lips.

“Uncle Sam you’re back, how’d it go?” Cass exclaimed happily running over to his uncle and flinging arms around his neck when Sam bent down to hug him.

AJ joining a little slowly, “Got the shield with ya this time?”

“Maybe but it’s not for you to play with,” Sam snarks back running a hand over the boy’s head, pulling him in for a one armed hug.

That’s when you turn seeing the love shinning like the sun in those such cherished eyes. Breath catching for a moment as visions filter through your thoughts. Sam holding his own child, your child, making your heart beat out a quick step. You try to cover by turning away and checking to make sure you have everything. Hoping Sam won’t notice.

“Ah but Uncle Sam please?” Puppy eyes on full blast eagerness in his tone.

But he does, filling the question away for when you’re alone together. “Don’t y’all got a truck to pack? Those meal’s ain’t gonna deliver themselves.” Stepping deeper into the kitchen with Bucky following. Eyes trained on you for a moment till Sarah moves and he shifts to look at her. Slight change in demeanor, soft smile on her lips with eyes, ‘No,’ drawing an invisible line from his sister to Bucky and back.  “Oh hell no, not the two of you. Seriously Sarah the man is old as dirt.” Exasperated huff leaving his mouth, running a hand over his head acting like the prospect pains him.

Partnership somewhere along the years turned into friendship though the banter and good natured ribbing still persisted. Somethings just never change ever over the years. Not that either one of them would. Their brand of team work fit the two of them perfectly and with amazing precision.  

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Samual and keep out of my business in that department,” brow lifting, Sarah grabs for the cardboard box.

Eyes rolling arms crossed over his massive chest everyone else quiet for the moment. “It’s my business since you’re my sister. Can’t have little cyborgs running around here.” Seeing your shoulders shaking, Sam tries to keep the humor from his tone, “I mean think what the neighbors would say Sarah. You’d be going out with a centurion.”

“Actually it’d be centurion plus ten,” Bucky butts in grin sliding over his lips, looking from you to Sarah as his features soften into an almost bashful smile.

“I think it’d be cute the two of them,” you quip reaching to takes Sam’s gloved hand in yours, gaining his attention for a moment.

Shaking his head, “Neither of you are helping any,” though his russet eyes stay with you before an “Oaf,” exists his chest, hand coming up to rub the center of his chest. “Why?”

“For butting in where that overly large nose doesn’t belong. Why don’t you mind your own business and stay outta mine?” Box in her arms, Sarah heads towards the door that Bucky holds open. Looking both men over with a fake exasperated sigh, “Neither of you can go to town in those get ups. Change and meet us at the carnival.”    

Turning back to you with a small pout, “Here you deserved it buddy told you not to snoop in her love life.”

“No sympathy for your fiancé?” Wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you against him, feeling the leather crease with your curves pressed tightly. “She still hits damn hard. Wanna make it feel better?”

Triple groans leave three sets of mouths and you both turn to see Bucky, Cass and AJ making gross faces. Pretending to throw up while holding their stomachs. “No one said you three needed to stay,” sassy tone to your voice. “AJ, Cass your mom is waiting and Buck get up stairs, shower and change the both of you look like shit by the way.” Though worry underlays the tone noticing the slight limp Sam’s sporting, along with a busted lip. Bucky not much better with buries blooming purple along his jaw and eye. Who knew what other injures the two of them acquired from this mission. “Sure hope the other guy’s look worse.”

“Count on that on Y/N,” nodding then he turns to head upstairs following your orders. The boys having already disappeared out the door.

Attention back on Sam, cupping his whiskered cheek, “You need to shave baby, it’s grown since last I saw you.” Brushing your fingers over the soft beard, worry filled eyes locking with his.

“I’ll get right on that sweetheart but first there’s something I’ve been needing to do since I left,” voice quiet drinking in your beauty. Tightening his arms around your waist to pull you a little closer. Captain America’s new flight suit bitting into your cloth covered frame. Circling your arms around his neck and drawing little patterns with your nails on the skin just below the collar of his suit.

Tipping your head to the side, “Oh and what would that be?” Innocent smile tugging your lips. Sure it’s only been three weeks since he left out but that’d been a long three weeks of worry and fear. You trusted his skills and that Bucky would watch his six. It’s the other assholes you didn’t put much faith in. The bruises and scars littering his body a testament to how hard they tried to put him in the ground for good.

“Eat a slice of that heavenly banana bread Sarah makes,” keeping his face neutral as a gasp leaves your lips, making his twitch. Halting your fist from smacking the same place Sarah did. Palm come up to caress your cheek, bringing you close breath ghosting over your trembling lips. “Thought I was serious sweetheart,” words mumbled before slanting his lips over yours.

Gentle to start, just pressing your mouths together finding the right fit and sliding his tongue over the seam of yours. Requesting permission which is granted on a sigh, melting into his arms. Wrapping yours around his shoulders giving over to him those little noises he loves to brag from your throat. Meeting his tongue to tangle and caress each other. Teeth snagging your bottom lip to suck and nibble on a moment while gathering air. Before diving back in deepening the kiss till you’re both breathless and panting. Foreheads resting, eyes staring with goofy little smiles on your faces.

“Missed me didn’t you?”

Teasingly, “Nope don’t know what you mean Mr. Wilson I missed Bucky though.” Giggles bursting from your throat with the groan from Sam. Who drops his head on your shoulder squeezing you closer in a hug. Lips brushing his ear, “You know better than that Sam I always miss you.”

“Tease,” turning his head to press a kiss to your neck right when the car horn sounds making you both groan. “Impatience as always,” pulling back to place on more kiss to your lips. “Go I’ll see you in a bit. Save me some cotton candy?”

“Of course and a ride on the ferries wheel to,” not wanting to let him go but knowing delivers needed to be made. Leaning up on your toes to press one last kiss, “Welcome home my love I missed you.” Before pulling away, grabbing the box and walking over backwards. Watching him as he stares back love shinning in those deep russet eyes. Blowing him a kiss at the door.

“Y’all can trade gooey eyes later Y/N shake a leg we got work to do,” Sarah calls out making Sam shake his head and you to laugh.

Heading for the door, Sam grabs your hand one more time, “Miss you to sweetheart, I love you.”

“Love you more,” quickly pressing forward to give him one more kiss. Jumping off the last step and up into the truck waving as Sarah pulls out heading towards town.

Two hours later, food passed out you and Sarah parked yourself on a picnic bench near the parking lot of the town carnival. Sharing a pretzel with hot mustard while the boys run around working off the sugar high they’ve put themselves in. Gathering crowd catches your eye, smile spreading over your lips at the sight of Sam and Bucky. Pausing to take pictures sign autographs for the kids mainly. Both men cleaning up nicely though your eyes stay with Sam. Dressed casual with a fitted blue Henley top two button’s open and black jeans that hugged his thighs and waist just perfectly. However, it’s his demeanor, laid back at easy with himself and those around him which speaks to you most. Catering to all the children who beg for a photo or signature. Heart expanding when a young mother asks him to hold her baby for a picture. Watching how he cradles the young one to his chest and coos has a small gasp leaving your lips.

“You need to ask him before your ovaries explode while you stare,” teasing cadence in her voice making you whip around to stare at her. Laughter sweet and clear echos around the small area. Beating the table with one hand in her mirth Sarah rests her head on the other.

Heated face buried in your hands hating and loving that Sarah knows you so well. “I can’t help it Sar that man was made to make beautiful babies. Most importantly making them with me,” bottom lip tugged between your teeth, eyes landing back on Sam who’s striding over.    

“I see the two of you have started without us.” Sliding beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you against his side.

Plucking up the last bite of pretzel to feed him, “Couldn’t wait much longer handsome. What took the two of you so long? Here I thought us women are bad.”

“Went to check on the boat heard it’s been running a little rough,” looking over at Sarah while saying. “We’ll take care of that tomorrow sis it shouldn’t be too hard a fix.”

Nodding, “Should leave it to someone who knows what they’re doing.”

“And I don’t?” Faking offense, hand on his chest.

“Last time you tried to fix the boat, you damn near blew it up Sam.” Teasing tenor states from beside Sarah making both women chuckle and Sam rolling his eyes.

“Thanks for backing me up Buck,” glancing over at you then pointing at Bucky. “You believe him thought we were friends I’m wounded.”

Laughing harder, dropping your head on his shoulder while Bucky answers straight faced, “We’re barely partners Wilson I don’t know where you get friends from.”

“Come one,” taking his hand, tugging up up. “You promised me a Ferris wheel ride remember.”

“Where’s the cotton candy?” Getting up Sam wraps an arm around your waist as the two of you wave a goodbye to Sarah and Bucky.

Steering towards a small inclosed trailer, signs advertising cotton candy, kettle corn, deep fried snickers and corn dogs for sale. You step up, pulling your small wallet out but Sam places his hand over yours to pay and grab the paper stick from the vendor.

Snuggling into his arms, walking and sharing the sticky sweet treat. Line thankfully short of the ride, not the most popular with the kids being slow and only one direction. Though for you it holds a special meaning of the first kiss you and Sam ever shared all those years ago.

“Do you remember our first kiss?” Nodding the the attendant who holds the little bar up for you and Sam to slip into the metal seat.

Getting as comfortable as one could, arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you against him. “How could I forget that night sweetheart.” Gazing down at you, he leans in to brush his lips over yours, “It was the night I lost my heart.”

“Oh Sam,” happy tears forming in your eyes. “I love you so much.”

“Damn good thing because I love you just as much,” smirking that’s wiped from his mouth when yours pressed back into his. Deepening the kiss, gasping when the wheel comes to a stop at the top giving him the advantage to slide his tongue into the sweet cavern of your mouth. Sampling your favorite and drawing a whimper from your throat.

Breaking on a sigh, “I know it might be too soon but seeing you with AJ and Cass, plus tonight with the little baby you held.” Reaching up to caress his cheek seeing the furrowed brow in confusion. Soft smile spreads over your kiss swollen lips. “I want to try for a baby Sam.”  

First time for everything, Sam Wilson is at a loss for words till the Ferris wheel jerks to a start again slowly. Fear clutching your heart till he turns that mega watt smile on you. Breath lodging in your throat at the unadulterated love shining in those deep russet eyes.

“Can we start tonight?” Catching the smirk tipping one side of his lips up before there on yours insistence and demanding. Stealing any words you’d reply with and transforming them into little whimpers and moans.

Breaking when the ride comes to a stop and someone clears their throat. “Looks like there’s gonna be little Cap’s running around instead of cyborgs.” Good natured chuckle leaving Bucky’s lips watching his best friends kiss.

Foreheads pressed together, sharing gasping breaths, “I’ll take that as a yes?” Moving to place a kiss to your forehead then helping you out to rejoin the family.

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50 Wordless Ways to say I love you.

#13.  Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

Word Count: 782

It was raining outside, a rare occurrence in sunny California. You were sitting in your apartment waiting for you boyfriend to get home. He had some auditions today, and then a meeting with his talent agent. Drew had been super stressed lately, he just got into acting and it was proving to be difficult. He didn’t know anyone in the industry, so it made it hard. He had done a short film with some students from the local film college to help create a portfolio.

You felt so bad, not wanting to see him fail. You were always the one with better patience, you knew if he stuck at it something good would come from it. He had believed in you when you wanted to become a writer, and it was your turn to support him.

 You were sitting on the couch reading your book when Drew walked through the door. His hair was wet, and he looked tired. “How’d things go today babe?” You asked not looking up from your book. You heard a grunt from Drew, and the fridge door open. He couldn’t walk through the kitchen and not look, and it was like magnet to him.

 “Did you take something out for supper?” He asked. “Yeah, I took out some soup, I’m just finishing this chapter then I’m going to make it.” You said turning the page. Drew came over and sat with you, practically laying on you, then let out a deep sigh. You knew something was on his mind. You put your book down, hand going to his hair, rubbing down his neck and over his shoulders.

 He cuddled closer into you, and you can feel him relax under your touch. “Do you wanna talk about today? Did something happen?” You ask softly, not wanting to pry too much if he wasn’t ready. You had learnt that you must let Drew come to you, and it took him some time to open up to you. He sighed again, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. “It’s just so much harder than I thought it was going to be. I mean I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but I didn’t expect this. Maybe I made a mistake.” He said not looking at you.

 You felt bad, Drew had taken a big leap of faith when he moved out to LA. You were so proud of him; you wish you had half the courage he did. “Oh, love you’ll get there. These things take time. You’re an amazing actor, you just need some more experience. Maybe you could apply for some acting classes to meet other people.” You suggested, still rubbing the back of his head.

 “That’s actually a really good idea. I wonder if they have any spots open at the college.” He said, grabbing his phone off the coffee table. You picked your book back up, trying to find were you left off. “What are you reading?” Drew asked trying to look at the book, but it was hard the way you guys were laying. “Uh, I’m rereading the Harry Potter series, you know, for like the hundredth time” you said laughing to yourself.

 Drew knew that was your favorite book series. You loved to fantasy novels, even though you wrote mostly crime novels. “Did you hear back from the publisher about the short story you wrote?” He asked, you had been talking about it all last week and hadn’t said anything about it. “Oh yeah, they didn’t like it. Said it wasn’t my style. I think I’m just going to sell it to a magazine.” You replied kind of disappointed.

 You put yourself out there writing a romance novel and the publisher you worked for didn’t really like it. It was a short story, something to give them to pique their interest, but it failed. “Their idiots Y/N. I loved it. I think you should keep up with it.” He spoke rubbing your arms softly. “Will you read to me?” He asked. It was his favorite thing after a long day.

 You had such an amazing reading voice that it could lull him into sleep. You did it a lot at night when he couldn’t sleep. He didn’t need to know what was going on in the book, just hearing your voice was enough. “Yeah sure, pass me my glasses.” You said, snuggling into him further. It was these simple moments you lived for, just spending time your boyfriend. You guys sat like that for hours, you are reading out loud, and Drew listening to every word you said.

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little!peter - New Years Eve ✨🍾

Daddies Stephen and Tony, +18 Little Peter, Littles are Known, New Years Eve, fluff

“Dada, where do fireworks come from?”

“The factories, I assume.”

“But, who made ‘em?”

“Oh, invented, you mean? That would be the Chinese. They invented them long ago.”

“Hmm, das’ what they said in ‘Mulan’ too.” Peter hums, pleased with the answer he got.

It is December 31st. The last day of the year, and Peter is bouncing with excitement.

The family of three started the day slow, with cuddles and kisses in bed, and then a long breakfast in front of the TV. Peter had insisted on watching ‘The Polar Express’, one last time before the holiday season is over. Then, they went on a walk in a nearby park in the frosty air. Peter had stomped every frozen puddle he had come across, much to his Daddies’ amusement.

And now, it is just past 6 in the evening, and Peter is glued to the large floor to ceiling window in their penthouse apartment. Their home is in the outskirts of the city, with a splendid view of the city center. The view lets them see a lot of fireworks, which people are firing in backyards and parking lots.

“Daddy, look!” Peter exclaims, for the hundredth time. To the right, there is fireworks being fired into the dark blue sky. They flash in red, green and yellow.

“Yes, baby. I see. They’ll keep showing up more and more now.” Stephen chuckles, already a bit tired of Peter pointing out and demanding his Daddy look at all of the fireworks.

“Why didn’t we get fireworks?” Peter asks. In the reflection of the window, Stephen can see that the boy is pouting a bit.

“Dadas told you already. As pretty as they are, they are also super dangerous. You can really hurt yourself, and we don’t want that. But, trust me, at midnight, there will be a whole firework show right in the center of town. It will be worth it, trust me.” Stephen says, crouching down behind Peter to embrace him. “Come on! Lets go get changed. Lets show Papa the suit he got you for Christmas.”

Due to the long night, the family eat dinner two hours later than they normally would. Peter is already starting to get tired, and his head keeps lolling a bit forwards. However, the boy is determined to stay awake, and jerks awake to dip his octopus sausages in more ketchup before munching on them. The Daddies chuckle fondly around their wine glasses.

Stephen and Tony have had a long tradition of watching a Robbie Williams concert on DVD on New Years Eve. After dinner, they pop the champagne, and settle in to watch the concert. While his Daddies enjoy champagne and a tiramisu for dessert, Peter gets a soda and a bowl of ice cream. But, shortly after finishing his treat, Peter gets cozy on Tony’s lap, and dozes off. It is still just a bit past 10.

“Do you think he’s gonna make it till midnight?” Stephen whispers while running his fingertip over Peter’s brow. The boy does not stir, and continues sleeping peacefully, despite the fireworks getting more and more frequent outside.

“It would sort of be a shame if he didn’t. He might get really upset.” Tony points out.

“Hmm, maybe we can just let him rest for now, and then wake him up as we get closer to midnight.”

“Good idea, babe.”

Half an hour before the clock hits midnight, Daddies start getting ready. The DVD came to an end a while ago, and Peter has been sleeping the whole time while his Daddies converse is soft voices. However, it is time to go outside, and up to the roof top of the building.

“Peter, baby, wakey wakey.” Stephen whispers to Peter. The boy is now laying on his front on the sofa, with his new suit all wrinkled. Tony removed Peter’s bowtie long ago so that the boy could be more comfortable.

“Wha...?” Peter jerks awake, looking around wildly. It seems like the boy thought he had missed the whole main event, and his little face twists into a grimace.

“Oh, no, no. You’re all right. There’s still 20 minutes to go. Come on, let’s go get dressed and then go out.” Stephen coos, lifting Peter up from the sofa.

“Fiyawoa’ks...?” Peter asks sleepily, rubbing at his eyes.

“Yes, we’re going to the roof top to watch. Then, we can have a New Years kiss.”

Peter hums contently at the idea and perks up a bit. He even puts on his own beanie and scarf, but he needs a bit of help with his coat zipper and boots. Tony gladly offers that help, and then lifts Peter onto his hip.

The bangs and echoes of the fireworks get louder and louder the closer they get to the roof top and the heavy metal door leading outside. The chilly air hits Peter’s face and wakes him in an instant, and he gazes with wide eyes over the horizon. The boy’s mouth fall open in a look of awe.

“Woah...”

“Pretty, isn’t it?”

It is pretty. Very pretty. The cloudy night sky is lit up in a dark grey from all the city lights, and some of the clouds flash with the fireworks. Peter does not know where to keep his gaze, and flicks his eyes from left and right. There is so much to look at.

“Just 15 minutes to go now.”

“What was your favourite thing this year, baby?” Stephen asks, coming up to stand next to Tony. Peter is half sandwiches between his Daddies, just the way he likes it.

“Hmm, Hawaii!”

“Yeah, our Easter break? That was a lot of fun.”

“And saw the dolphins and, and Papa made da workers angry.”

“Shh, let’s not talk about that.” Tony chuckles, bouncing Peter.

More and more of the people living in the building gather on the roof top as the clock ticks closer to midnight. It is just a few minutes left, and Stephen is holding his phone up for them to see the countdown. Unfortunately, with each passing minute, Peter’s struggle against sleep gets harder and harder.

“Dada, wanna sleep...” Peter mumbles.

“It’s just a minute left now. Look!”

Peter whines a bit, but looks out into the horizon. The fireworks are definitely more intense now. The sounds are a constant symphony now.

“But, Mr Bear is all alone... Dada...”

“Baby, just hold on a second. Let’s count down together. 20, 19, 18...”

“17, 16, 15, 14...”

The horizon buts with even more lights and noise now, but Peter can still hear his Daddies counting down in his ears. A wave of excitement washes over the boy, and his heart races a bit faster as they reach just 10 seconds.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! Happy New Year, baby!”

“Happy New Year, Petey!”

At exactly midnight, Peter is squished from both sides with a big kiss from both of his Daddies. The boy giggles with glee, and gasps openly as the firework show starts.

The show is spectacluar. The whole sky seems to lit up in all sorts of colours, with shapes and different arrangements of explosions. The fireworks keep escalating, until Peter is stunned and just watching open-mouthed at the sky. Whatever tiredness he was feeling earlier vanishes, and all Peter can see is fabulous lights. His chest echoes each explosion, and he starts shaking a bit from the sensation.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Tony says again, kissing Peter once more. Then, he leans over to kiss Stephen on his lips.

“Happy New Year!” Peter squeals, making himself laugh.

Peter is so glad he managed to stay up.

[liberty-barnes]

One

Sequel to "Two"

Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Summary: One man, one mistake, horrible consequences.

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, cheating, character death, I'M SORRY

Word Count: 1k words

Estimated Reading Time: 4 minutes

A/N: sooooo, since so many of you have been asking for a sequel... here it is... i guess... haha, this ought to be fun

i am not planning on doing a part three, this will be the second and final part, sorry babes <3

Masterlist 

Peter sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Amber was chatting away, arm linked with his as they walked the streets of New York.

"Can you believe she said that? Like, how dare she? Peter? Are you listening? Petey?"

He winced as he heard the nickname, the one you had given him two decades ago. Truth is, breaking up with you was his biggest regret, all because of some stupid office party, and stupid tequila.

He opened his eyes and groaned as the bright light burned its way past the safety of his eyelids. His head was throbbing, his mouth felt like he'd tried to eat cotton, and he had no memory of getting out of the office party.

He stared at the pink silk sheets of his bed and...

Wait...

Pink?

Silk?

He knew for a fact that his bed, your bed, didn't have pink sheets, much less silk. It was always blue cotton.

He felt movement on the other side of his bed and prayed to every god out there that the person moving was you, that he was home and you'd just bought some new sheets.

"Mm, good morning, handsome."

But that wasn't your voice.

He jumped out of bed in a flash, quickly scrambling for a corner of the bedsheet to hide his naked body as the blonde giggled.

"No need to cover yourself up, babe, it's nothing I haven't seen before."

She winked and got out of bed, seemingly unbothered by her state of undress as she walked over to him. He dodged her advances when she tried to kiss him and hurriedly put his clothes back on.

"What the fuck am I doing here, Amber?"

She rolled her eyes and put on her dressing-gown, tying it loosely around her waist.

"Isn't it obvious? We got drunk, things got heated, we slept together."

His heart broke at her every word, the guilt eating at him from the inside out.

"N-No, that can't be right, I-I have a girlfriend."

She scoffed.

"Well, you might wanna rethink your relationship, darling. Cause you seemed pretty sure about us last night."

"But we're getting married..."

"Your marriage's already doomed. If you cheated, then you don't love her, not really."

The words had haunted him all the way back home, where you were waiting for him, watching TV in a comfy sweater of his and calmly sipping at your tea.

"Hey, babe! Did you sleep alright? Josh sent me a text saying you weren't feeling too well so you just slept over at his since it's closer."

He knew he should tell you what happened, be honest, and beg for your forgiveness.

But he didn't.

"Yeah, it was okay, just gonna take a shower now."

He pecked your lips, not wanting to seem suspicious, and let that same sentence eat at him while the water cascaded down his back.

If you cheated, then you don't love her, not really.

"Wait let's stop there, I wanna buy the new Fashion."

He followed her to the newsstand and watched as she searched for her beloved magazine while he absentmindedly glazed over the newspaper.

"Again?"

You all but screamed, staring at your fiancé.

"I'm sorry but I'm working towards a big promotion right now, I need those extra hours."

"It's the third time I'm having to reschedule this cake testing, Peter. It's like you don't even want to get married!"

You threw your hands in the air, staring him down.

"Why does a stupid cake matter so much anyway? Choose whatever you want, I don't care!"

He was starting to raise his voice as well.

"It's not the cake that matters, it's the fact that you're not the least bit involved in planning this wedding. I've had to choose flowers, decorations, arrangements, seating charts, everything without you. Is it too much to ask for you to help me at least a little bit?"

He shook his head and picked up his backpack.

"If it's getting too much for you, hire a wedding planner, I told you it's what you should have done from the start."

"I don't want a fucking wedding planner, I want my fiancé to help me!"

"You're being ridiculous. I'm off to work, don't wait up for me, I probably won't be back till late."

He slammed the door behind him and got into his car, shooting Amber a text.

'I'm on my way, hope you're wearing that new set I got you.'

He was reading the headlines in a newspaper when the vendor caught his attention.

"Shame, innit?"

He lifted a brow in question and the man pointed at the bottom left corner.

Young woman jumps off Manhattan bridge, leaves behind a three-month-old son.

"She was young too, only twenty-four. Wonder what made her take the leap?"

He nodded along to what the vendor was saying and flipped the pages until he reached the detailed report.

He closed the trunk, suitcases inside, and looked through the living room window, locking eyes with your tearful ones. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. Apologize for all he's done. Beg for you to take him back.

If you cheated, then you don't love her, not really.

He got in the driver's seat and made his way to Amber's apartment, cringing as her hand squeezed his thigh.

"Finally."

(Y/n) (Y/l/n), 24, took her own life in the late evening on the 17th. Witnesses report having tried to save her, talking to her and asking her to come down, but she decided to jump. She leaves behind her three-month-old son Benjamin, currently in the care of her older sister. Sources say she had battling depression for over a year after...

"Peter?"

Amber's voice sounded distant in his ears, all the could focus on was the words on the paper.

Took her own life

Three-month-old son

Depression

"I did this."

It was his fault. He's the reason you're dead. Why your son is gonna grow up with his mother, why his son...

He had a son.

"I have a son."

And it all went black.

so, that’s it, short little sequel is done, no i will not make a part 3, yes that is final

(i feel like i’m scolding my kids, please don’t think i’m scolding you, i love you guys <3)

anyway, hope you all liked it, don’t forget to comment/like/reblog if you feel like it!

have a nice day and be kind to others

-Love, Miah 🤍

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[sapphoslibrary]

Play Me A Song

“Play me a song.”

They’re twelve, hiding from Filch in an old, unused storage room. There’s a dusty, chipping grand piano sitting in the back.

Sirius is sitting on the bench, tapping carefully at the keys. The middle pedal is on the floor, cut clean like someone deliberately removed it. Sirius looks up at Remus’s request.

“Huh?” He says, surprised.

“Play for me,” Remus repeats, sitting on the corner of the bench.

A bit of a smile pulls on Sirius’s lips. “Alright. Any requests, your highness?” He jokes lightly, leaning against Remus’s shoulder.

“Anything, bard,” Remus smiles back.

“Hmm… alright. You know Clair De Lune?” Asks Sirius, hands hovering over the keys.

Remus shakes his head. “Nope. Play it anyway.”

Sirius smiles, and plays for Remus. At home, he always fears missing a note and getting punished. The anxiety is still there, but he knows Remus would never hurt him.

~

“Play me a song.”

They’re fourteen, sitting together in the Shrieking Shack, waiting for the moon to rise. Remus’s teeth are gritted, his whole body shaking, the fear and pain taking over his mind completely.

Sirius is holding his hand, stroking the inside of his palm. “You need to relax, Remus. Your heart’s gonna explode,” he says softly.

Remus tips his head back against the wall. “God. I can’t, Sirius, I’m fucking burning,” he hisses.

Sirius hushes him softly. “I’m sorry, Re. What can I— what do I do?”

“Play something for me. Please? It’ll help me relax,” Remus whispers tightly. Sirius bites his lip.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you—“

“Please?” Remus repeats, and Sirius relents.

“Alright. Okay, fine. What do you wanna hear?” Sirius asks, letting go of Remus’s hand to stand and cross the room to the piano.

“Fucking anything.”

Sirius glances back at Remus, then at the clock, and starts to play. Für Elise, a classic, one of his favorite pieces. He keeps playing until it’s too dangerous to stay, and James drags him out to the tunnel.

~

“Play me a song.”

They’re sixteen, sitting in the Potters’ living room. Sirius has just been kicked out of his home two weeks ago, and now he’s living here.

Sirius is still littered in bruises and half-healed lacerations. His current state is progress, but still fucked. Remus just wants to make him feel better.

“Wh— what?” Sirius startles.

“Play something? You don’t have to, but it’s quiet— it would be nice,” Remus says gently.

“Oh, okay.” Sirius doesn’t sound too sure, but Remus doesn’t want to push. “Help?” He reaches out, and Remus picks him up carefully, holding his too-thin boyfriend against his chest.

He sets Sirius down lightly on the pristine white stool, sitting beside him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

Sirius bites his lip, settling his hands on the keys. They’re shaking, Remus notices. Was this a mistake?

Sirius starts to play a simple scale. Suddenly, his hands jerk back like he just touched fire, and a choked sob jumps out of him.

Remus brings the piano cover down in an instant and holds Sirius close.

“Pads, hey, hey, what’s wrong? Did that hurt you? I’m so sorry, I didn’t know— are you okay?” He rambles, increasingly concerned with every violent sob coming out of Sirius.

Sirius shakes his head, fear glistening in his eyes. “Remus, I can’t, they— you don’t—“ he closes his eyes, overwhelmed by unwelcome, unpleasant thoughts.

Remus hushes him lightly, rubbing his arm. “Hey, it’s okay, no one’s gonna hurt you here. What’s scaring you? I’m sorry,“ he says gently, taking Sirius’s hand.

“‘S okay, not your fault. They… they’d always punish me if I played the wrong note. Usually slam the cover down on my hands. If they were mad, I got the belt, one lash for every wrong note. I’m so scared, Remus, I can’t—“ Sirius turns his head, crying softly into the couch.

Remus carefully pulls him into his lap. Scarred fingers card through wavy hair, gentle and loving. “I’m so sorry, love…”

“‘S okay. I just… can’t right now. Sorry,” Sirius sniffles, his voice muffled by Remus’s shirt. Remus hushes him gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“It’s okay. I love you,” Remus whispers against his hair.

Sirius just nuzzles closer to Remus, replying in actions instead of words.

~

“Play me a song.”

They’re seventeen, sitting in the room of requirement two hours past curfew. It’s Remus’s birthday, and Sirius wanted to do something special for him.

It’s a beautiful scene. Little potted plants litter the room, patches of grass in some spots. The ceiling is covered in shining stars, constellations connected by faint lines. There’s a little blanket in the middle with a massive chocolate cake.

After a while, Remus only has eyes for the piano in the back corner.

“C’mon, Remus, you can have the whole world in here and that’s all you want?” Sirius asks lightly, pushing gently against Remus’s shoulder.

Remus smiles. “Of course it is. What else is there?”

“Literally anything, Re. I thought you’d have gotten tired of hearing me whack keys by now,” Sirius jokes.

Remus shakes his head, leaning against Sirius. “How could I get tired of hearing the most beautiful sounds ever? Come on, just one song,” he practically pleads.

Sirius sighs lightly. “Alright, alright, don’t gotta hold a gun to my head.”

Sirius goes over to the piano, sits on the velvet bench, leaving room for Remus to sit beside him.

“What do you wanna hear?”

“What’s that one you always played in first year?”

Sirius smiles, and starts playing.

Halfway through, Remus wraps an arm around Sirius’s shoulders, pulling him closer. Sirius turns to look at him, and Remus takes the opportunity to pull Sirius into a passionate kiss.

~

“Play me a song.”

They’re eighteen, lying on the floor of the common room. It’s nearly three in the morning, and they’re graduating today.

Graduating. Seven years, sixty three full moons, so many memories. And it’s ending now, just like that. They’ll be thrown out into the real world tomorrow, no one to guide them anymore, just their dumb, inexperienced selves.

It should be a bittersweet day, but really, it’s just bitter. They’re being thrown out into a fucking war, just eighteen year old kids. It’s scary to think about.

“Are you okay, Re?” Sirius asks gently, taking Remus’s hand.

Remus nods slightly, his hands trembling lightly. “I’m fine. Just, uh, sentimental? I don’t know. Emotions,” he mutters.

Sirius hums softly. “Me too. It’s okay,” he assures.

Remus turns to duck his head down onto Sirius’s shoulder, stubbornly holding the tears back. Sirius kisses him gently on the forehead. “We’ll be okay, Re.”

“Yeah…” Remus sits up, wiping at his eyes and pulling himself together. “C’mon, serenade me,” he says playfully after a minute.

Sirius grins, standing and walking over to the grand piano he’s become so familiar with.

“Last time tickling these ivories,” he says quietly, playing a couple scales to warm up.

“I really hate that sentence,” Remus laughs lightly.

“Sorry,” Sirius chuckles. “What do you wanna hear?” He pats the seat, motioning for Remus to sit beside him.

“What about that one you and Peter obnoxiously sing way too much? With the opera bullshit?”

Sirius rolls his eyes, pushing Remus’s shoulder lightly. “God, you have no appreciation for art. And it’s called Bohemian Rhapsody,” he corrects.

“Whatever. Play it, since you’re so artsy.”

Remus watches as Sirius plays, so mesmerized by the beautiful sounds Sirius is creating with just his finger tips. He tilts his head onto Sirius’s shoulder, eyes following the deep-red painted nails.

For the hundredth time, Remus thinks, I am so in love with this boy.

~

They’re twenty, curled up together on Remus’s couch, dry tear tracks on their cheeks. There’s a letter from Dumbledore on the coffee table that’s bee crumpled up and burnt at the corner from Sirius’s rage.

The letter detailed the mission Remus would be on for god knows how long— living underground with the werewolves. Spying.

“I can’t fucking believe he would do that to you,” Sirius sobs into Remus’s chest. Remus holds him close, hushing him gently.

“Me neither. I’m gonna be okay, though. You’re gonna see me again, I promise,” Remus murmurs softly.

Sirius lets out another choked sob. “You don’t know that! He’s sending you on a fucking suicide mission, Remus, how can you make a promise like that?”

Remus bites his lip, tucking Sirius’s head against his shoulder. “I do know, because I need to see you again, and no one will stop me. ‘M gonna be fine, Siri. Please believe that,” he assures carefully.

Sirius shakes his head. “I can’t, how am I s-supposed to… to—“ he cuts himself off when Remus hushes him again.

“Babe, you’re gonna make yourself sick, please calm down for me. I know you’re scared, I- I am too. But it’s gonna be fine,” Remus reassures again.

“But—“

“Come on, Pads, lets just enjoy tonight, okay? We can talk about it more in the morning, let’s just relax for now. Please?” Remus tries.

There’s a moment of relative silence, Sirius taking deep, shaky breaths to steady himself.

“Okay. Yeah, okay. What do you wanna do?” Sirius pulls back, shifting to straddle Remus.

A light, playful smile pulls on Remus’s lips. “Wanna play me a song?”

Sirius grins, wiping the tears from his cheeks and standing up. He offers a hand to Remus and tugs him over to the keyboard in the corner.

“What do you wanna hear?” He asks, as always, settling down on the wooden stool.

“Clair De Lune? For old times’ sake,” he says, sitting in the small space beside Sirius, leaning against him.

Sirius smiles softly at Remus. “I love you,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss him.

“I love you too.” They pull apart, and Sirius begins playing.

It was the last time Remus heard Sirius play for thirteen years.

~

They’re thirty-three, finally reunited, living together in Remus’s tiny cottage.

They’re okay now, or something like it. Sirius falls asleep in Remus’s arms most nights. They smile, laugh, and cook together, almost like a normal family. They’re happy, Remus thinks.

Something’s missing, though.

Remus knew Sirius would be different, he just didn’t think he’d be this different. He should’ve expected it, really— but it’s still devastating. There’s nothing left of the Sirius he fell in love with all those years ago. Remus wants to bring back some part of him, no matter how small

“Hey, Sirius?” Remus says softly, sitting beside him on the couch.

Sirius looks up, eyebrows raised slightly, and hums in response.

“Do you think… think you can still play?” Remus asks carefully— he still doesn’t know what the twelve years in Azkaban has done to Sirius’s mind, doesn’t want him to be upset by the question.

“Piano?” Sirius rasps, barely audible. He clears his throat and tries again.

“Yeah. It’s okay if not, I don’t want to—“ Remus starts, but Sirius cuts him off.

“I can try.”

Remus grins, leaning forward. “Really? You would?”

Sirius shrugs. “Sure, why not? Not like I have anything better to do,” he says sarcastically, but Remus can hear the bite of bitterness in the words.

There’s a dusty upright piano in the corner of the room, pressed flush against the wall. There’s no stool, only a little black folding chair, but it works.

Sirius shuffles slowly over to it, settling down and looking at the keys, re-familiarizing his mind with the order of the notes and semitones. It’s mildly confusing and frustrating at first.

“Woah. This is… I didn’t think I’d get to see one of these again…” Sirius mutters, hands hovering over the keys.

Remus crouches behind Sirius, pulling him close for a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m so glad you get to,” he whispers.

Sirius looks at him, smiling shakily. “Thank you,” he says lightly, emotional.

“Of course. It’s… a little out of tune, but it’s still a piano, right?”

Sirius laughs lightly. “Obviously. I’ll see what I can do,” he says.

Scarred fingers practically float over the keys, slow, unsure movements gradually growing faster as muscle memory sets in. Sirius smiles as he watches his own hands moving as if they’re going on their own, his thoughts melting into pure joy.

Remus is amazed, watching the man he loves so much do what he loves for the first time in 12 years. It’s a bittersweet moment for him, thinking about all that’s changed about this beautiful man, and all that’s stayed the same. It’s exhilarating to watch him find himself again.

“Sirius,” he whispers when Sirius’s hands stop. “That was beautiful.”

Sirius smiles, eyes glassy. “You think so?”

“I know so.” Remus wraps his arm around Sirius, leaning his head onto his shoulder. “I’m so glad you’re back,” he mutters, closing his eyes.

Sirius presses a kiss to Remus’s hair, pulling him close and just holding him for a minute. “Me too.”

[alittleprincehwa]

ateez reaction ───  ੈ♡˳ your sibling is a bts member

─  ੈ♡˳ hongjoong

      ↳ you two were on the bed, you resting your head on his lap as he worked on a song. You continued talking about your day and brought up that your brother namjoon just left you on read awhile ago. You then heard the keyboard keys that were being pressed, stopped. You look up, stopping your rant to see why he stopped. Then it hit you, you never told him namjoon was your sibling. He somewhat looked as though he was accepting it. “ Hongjoong? You alright? “ He then looked at you, “ Your sibling is...Kim Namjoon? As like...the one from BTS? “ He asked. You scratched the back of your neck “ Yeah... “. Meeting namjoon for him was a dream come true. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous. He was both excited and nervous. He was a bit awkward at first but grew to enjoy your sibling’s company.

─  ੈ♡˳ seonghwa

      ↳ when it accidentally slipped out of your mouth, seonghwa had a look that appeared to be that he was doubting your claim. He didn't believe it for a straight ten minutes. Not until you showed him a picture of you and seokjin together. He was at a state of shock, but he didn't completely show it. Instead he just looked to the side, slowly acknowledging the fact that you were related by blood to one of the most famous people. "Your not making this up, right...? " He looked at you. " For the hundredth time seonghwa, I'm not kidding! " You were on the verge of giving up. When seokjin wanted to meet your boyfriend to " see if he was handsome enough " you yourself grew nervous. You finally got to see seokjin with seonghwa by your side. Seonghwa looked both lost and confused. They both got to talk, getting to know each other. Discovering things they had in common. Seonghwa getting flustered at jin's continuous complementing. " You're perfect for my little y/n! Maybe we can both be world wide handsome! ".

─  ੈ♡˳ yunho

      ↳ yunho was scrolling through your gallery while you took a bath. You trusted him enough that he wouldn't do anything with your phone. When he saw your selcas with jungkook, he grew curious and confused. Were you cheating on him? What was jungkook to you? As if on cue, you walk out of the bathroom to see yunho looking incredibly focused on his thoughts. " Babe what's wrong? " You ask while getting some clothes from the nearby closet. " What's jungkook to you? " He spoke. You chuckle at his question, did he really think you'd cheat on him? Your chuckle only confusing him more. " Oh yunho, he's just my brother. " You inform the tall male. He looked even more confused. He was jungshook. He was what you called yunho.exe stopped working. Adrenaline kicked in and he escalated to jumping on the bed in excitement. When jungkook came over for both dinner and to meet who you've been gushing about, he didn't expect to see such a tall boy. He whispered to you " Damn what do they feed him? ". Yunho meeting jungkook will always be a memory he would never forget.

─  ੈ♡˳ yeosang

      ↳ you were both on your skateboards, drifting through the empty park. You were talking about- scratch that, insulting the antagonists of a show you two were watching. " Ugh, that girl is so annoying! She's just like taehyung-oppa! " You skate faster seeing that yeosang was meters away. Yeosang heard what you said and stopped, resulting to him tripping backwards. He fell back making his back hit the pavement. Your eyes widened as you stopped the board and rushed to help him, " Holy shit yeosang! Are you ok? " You talk as you help him get up. " You didn't tell me you were related to the Kim Taehyung... " He groaned. " Heh, sorry about that. " You apologize. Upon meeting your brother, yeosang looked calm and relaxed. Although inside his brain he was losing his shit. He found out that taehyung wasn't that scary in person. Soon they both grew close.

─  ੈ♡˳ san

      ↳ you were cooking dinner for the two of you. You were humming to the song that was currently playing, unaware of san's footsteps. You heard the fridge door open and turn your head. You see san drinking a glass of water and decide it was a good opportunity to tell him. " Hey so, I'm meeting up with my brother, wanna tag along? " You ask while stirring the soup. He stopped drinking and spoke " Sure, what's your brother's name? I don't wanna mess things up. ". " Oh I never told you but it's hoseok. You know, J-hope? " You explain. You heard a noise behind you but shrugged it off and continued cooking. It didn't bother you until you hear it becoming louder. You frown and look back. What you saw was the last thing you expected to see. It was san chocking on water. You paused what you were doing and immediately help the poor boy. " My god are you alright? " You ask while patting his back. " Yeah I'm *cough* I'm fine. " He says, his coughs calming down. " What you said was a joke, right? " He asks. " Of course not! I sometimes can't also believe that ass is my brother. " You roll your eyes. When the two got to interact, they instantly clicked, being that the two are literal sun's.

─  ੈ♡˳ mingi

      ↳ when you mentioned your sibling was yoongi, his eyes grew wide. He stopped chewing his food and stood there, frozen. Even if it had been days since he found out you were both related, he still couldn’t believe it. When you attended a family gathering and mingi as your plus one, he was nervous as hell. He wanted to leave a good impression on your older brother. He was also scared not to mention. Your brother often scared people so you understood why mingi couldn't speak without gripping your hand tighter. You swore he almost filled a bucket with how much sweat he made. When he got to talk to yoongi, he grew more comfortable and relaxed once getting to know him.

─  ੈ♡˳ wooyoung

      ↳ you and wooyoung recently began dating. Therefore, both of you didn't know much about each other. Today, the two of you were doing your things. Him playing games as usual. You chatting with your friend to kill time. Your friend complained about how annoying her pet could be. You taking non of her shit, replied " Oh really? Having a sibling as annoying as jimin is worse. ". Wooyoung seemed to have heard what you said. He quickly ripped his headphones off and spun the chair to your direction. His eyes were wide as you noticed his sudden action. You quickly said goodbye to your friend and hung up. You look at wooyoung who was questioning his life. " Earth to wooyoung? " You wave your hand against face. He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you with a surprised expression. You realized what made him so shocked, " Oh! Yeah I never told you jimin was my sibling! Not to mention twin. ". He was baffled. For once quiet and speechless. In fact, starstruck. When you arranged a date wherein you could introduce your lover with your sibling. When the two sat down at the same table, you could tell wooyoung was enthusiastic as ever. He kept talking about jimin and bts were his absolute idol, thus creating a bond.

─  ੈ♡˳ jongho

      ↳ you were looking through an old photo album of you when you were younger. Jongho had nothing to do so he wanted to accompany you. He leaped on the bed as you opened another album. The first page had an image of you and jungkook when you both were small. It also had writings on it. Jongho read what was inscribed " Jungkook's 6th birthday! ". Jongho paused for a moment. He was skeptical if his eyes were broken or not. Before you could continue, jongho stopped your hand from flipping to the next page. That's when jongho realized you had jeon as your name. He felt so stupid for a moment. To be sure he asked you. You didn't think too much of it since you were used to everyone's initial shock. " Wait wait wait. So your telling me your related to jungkook? " Be raised his brow. You said yes and showed him more pictures to make him believe you. Accepting it was an obstacle for him. Meeting jungkook will be an even bigger one. He was quite silent at first. When they both learned a lot about one another, they often hang out. Mostly seen breaking apples and fruits together.

a / n : I FINALLY FINISHED THIS 😭 I can finally sleep now since it's like two already and I'm on the verge of passing out