#look man i would love to marry that man if i knew how

[ohhowjooniewept]

friendship group jungkook x y/n

fluff, angst, filthy smut

10k<

——

having a big friendship group was something that most people couldn’t understand. the dynamics between each and every person were important, like a well oiled machine that churned out a mixture of jokes and joy.

you had been friends with namjoon and yoongi for years, meeting taehyung, yejin and jin in your first year of university. yoongi introduced hoseok, who in turn introduced jimin, who of course, introduced jungkook.

you were incredibly close to them all, with the exception of the bambi eyed boy, who for some reason, you just couldn’t crack. it wasn’t that you didn’t get along, on the contrary - you were the most alike and he was always extremely kind towards you. it had been years and years since you first met, and you were able to have small conversations but there was an air of tension that followed you both that neither of you understood. well, you pretended not to anyway.

it was a secret to no one, except jungkook, that you were head over heels in love with him. yoongi would groan every time he’d see the starry look in your eyes once the conversation shifted towards the younger man, with yejin and jimin giggling like their lives depended on it.

“you should just get married and leave the rest of us to finally recover from your rambles.” he grumbled, once, laid out on your sofa with biscuit crumbs on his chest.

you rolled your eyes at him, frowning. “shut up yoongi, that would require him to actually like me back.”

he groaned so loudly that you found yourself grabbing the nearest pillow and plowing it into his face. “god, you’re both such idiots.” he muttered with a shake of his head.

———

jungkook had an aura around him that most described as electrifying. he knew he could walk into any room and make a friend, or have eyes stay on him for the duration of the night - he knew he had presence and it was something he enjoyed.

one thing he didn’t know, however, was how to tell the girl he had been in love with for multiple years, his feelings. add the fact that she was also in his friendship group, he knew he was utterly hopeless.

years of knowing and seeing one another weekly, but he still struggled to hold a 10 minute conversation between you both. between stuttering words and clenched jaws - he could speak to everyone else in the room as though it was a god given talent, but you? for you, he was hopeless.

every girlfriend, every fling and every message in his inbox was a way to rid himself of you, but you plagued his thoughts and every inch of his desires.

———

“right, why are you saying this to me again?” jin questioned as he cooked.

the entire group were at namjoon’s house to celebrate his new promotion, with bottles of wine sitting in the fridge and laughter heartily coming from the living room.

“jin, please.” jungkook groaned, leaning on the counter beside him. “yoongi won’t listen to me anymore. says i talk too much.

jin looked straight at him. “you do.”

“what? this is the first time i’m opening up about this to you.”

jin looked over again, more pointed. “first time this week.”

jungkook groaned once more, overgrown pout on his face as he rubbed over his eyes.

“listen.” jin began. “you can walk, or in your case run, in circles all you want. why can’t you just be honest with her, tell her how you feel?”

“i can’t even have a conversation with her without feeling like i’m going to pass out.”

yejin walked into the kitchen, hair messy and lipstick smudged from the wine she had been drinking. her eyes fell on the pout on jungkook’s face before giggling.

“let me guess, yoongi won’t let you confess to him anymore, now you’re terrorising jin?”

“bingo.” the older man grinned.

jungkook frowned. “is this just a running gag, now?”

“hard to feel sorry for you when you’re the reason for your own problems, kook.” yejin slid next to jin, moaning over the scent of multiple little dishes. “i mean, have you tried asking her out? even platonically? have you guys ever purposefully been alone with each other?”

jungkook’s frown deepened, he hated being friends with intellectuals. stupid yejin, stupid namjoon, jin and yoongi. the rest weren’t to be trusted with this knowledge; they’d blab to you in a heartbeat. little did you know, you had taken them for yourself. they were yours informants, sworn to secrecy.

“well, i guess not but…i don’t think she’d be entirely comfortable with just me.” he confessed. “she gets shy and quiet when i speak to her. she doesn’t laugh or joke the same as when she’s with all of us.”

the two looked over at the tall boy, eyes brows furrowed. they then turned to look at one another, both shaking their head. “god, why did you curse us with idiots for friends.” yejin grumbled, allowing jin to feed her ahead of everyone.

“you guys are mean.” jungkook grumbled. “at least yoongi pretends to be nice at first.”

with a roll of jin’s eyes, he handed him a few plates before shoo’ing him away, yejin following with her hands full. in the living room, you were stood by the tv, glass in hand, giggling away as you watched yoongi and taehyung battle it out on mario cart. the former was grunting and yelling, uncharacteristically, whilst the latter grinned wide as he won another round.

“you’re getting old.” tae smirked.

yoongi gave him a glare, before standing up to help yejin put her plates down. “you don’t get hit enough for my liking.”

the wine was beginning to make your brain hazy, and you felt slightly tipsy. it was no secret that you were the lightweight of the group, which was why you were on a strict one glass policy whenever you were with your group.

the living room table was set, adorned with finger food and a bowl of larger dishes, everyone tucking in. jungkook took a seat on the coach on the left, leaving a space beside him before his eyes flickered up to you, hovering over the table behind hobi, waiting to be given a plate. his eyes stayed trained to your face, a reddish flush evident on your cheeks that made his heart beat painfully. fuck, you were so pretty.

“okay. this weekend, what are we doing?” yejin clapped, as you began filling your plate. “you know i love pigging out with you guys, but we should celebrate joonie properly. you’ve really been waiting for this for so long.”

the dimpled boy grinned, blushing slightly. “i’m happy to do whatever, this is enough for me.”

“boring.” jimin groaned, shaking his head. “we need to go out.”

your eyes brushed over the seating arrangement, noticing the only free spot was between yejin and jungkook, the latter already staring up at you with too large eyes and parted lips. you wanted to scream, the little girl in you clawing her way through your body at the thought of sitting next to your crush.

with a tinge in your cheeks, you made your way over, wobbling slightly as you began to sit down. jungkook’s reflexes were fast, one hand on your thigh and the other taking control of your wine, letting you sit down comfortably.

his touch didn’t register with your brain immediately, but once you sat down and looked, noticing his hand remaining on your thigh whilst he looked up to join in on the conversation with the others, your brain began to short circuit. he was touching you. his hand. on your thigh. touching.

you had never noticed how big his hands were until now, your eyes flickering over every inch and knuckle, core clenching and mouth watering. you wanted him in a way that was neither healthy nor acceptable, but right now, who could blame you?

jungkook wasn’t fairing any better. his heart was beating so loudly, he swore he could feel it in his throat. he hadn’t even thought before touching you, it felt like second nature and once his hand found home on your thigh, he simply couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

you both sat, tense and head swirling, his hand firmly where it belonged.

“what do you think y/n, you down?” yejin murmured next to her, bumping her shoulder.

“down..” you cleared your throat, fixing your position. “down for what, sorry?”

her eyes flickered down, before meeting your gaze with an all knowing smirk. “the new club downtown on saturday.”

“isn’t it kinda expensive? i hear the drinks are pricey.” you cringed.

jimin scoffed. “with a face like yours, you won’t be spending a penny, don’t you worry.”

you exchanged giggles, the group going back to exchanging conversations as you all drank. the wine was getting to you, so much so, you hardly noticed jungkook’s hand flexing on your thigh, gripping tighter and higher.

——

saturday had finally come and you went all out. everyone was dressed nicely, excited to go christen a new club, the electricity palpable and running through you. you knew you looked good tonight, you had gone the extra mile - sleek hair and dress both tight and perhaps too short. your heels made your legs look longer than usual and your makeup sultry - you had one single goal tonight. jungkook.

you were sick of this cat and mouse game. you liked him. maybe a lot more than like, but regardless, you were going to get a few shots in you, tell him how you feel whilst you felt confident, and then get black out drunk so you wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. solid plan.

unfortunately, said plan meant nothing once your eyes fell on him.

broad shoulders and piercings catching the light of the club, drink in hand as his t shirt stretched across his chest. every plan, thought and idea fluttered away from your head, leaving a hollow echo chamber in which all you could hear was a repeat of his name.

he turned to look around, noticing you walking towards the group with hugs and greetings. he blinked once or twice, before turning around and openly groaning. fuck.

“yeah, yeah. pack it up lover boy.” yoongi scoffed, before you walked over to give him a hug too.

jungkook spun again, meeting your gaze as you shyly reached over to hug him as per usual. he never let you get far, always closing the distance himself and wrapping his arms around you as he held you tightly.

“hm. you smell good.” he murmured next to your ear, leaving a shiver down your spine.

“is that it?” you cheekily asked, eyebrow raised.

he smirked wide and broad. “you look good. better than good.”

you grinned up at him before letting him go. he, however, let his arm rest loosely around your waist as you turned to the group, gushing with yejin about how good she looked. you tried to ignore how badly your heart was thumping, he was never this bold - sure he could be touchy but that was jungkook, he practically resided on namjoon’s lap. this felt different, but you couldn’t bare yourself to get your hopes up.

his eyes flickered downwards, observing you and wracking over your body. you looked better than ever, and it both excited and angered him. he knew he’d have to have his wits about him tonight, if a man even approached you, he was sure he’d combust.

“okay, drinks!” taehyung exclaimed over the music, clapping his hands.

you and yejin took a seat at the table whilst the boys filtered down to the bar, the loss of jungkook’s arm both palpable and healing to your racing brain.

your eyes travelled to across the club, where your boys stood, jungkook ignoring evident glances and women sauntering over to him. you couldn’t help the grimace.

“you’re too pretty to frown.” yejin cooed, moving your chin so you were facing her. “especially over a boy.”

you blushed. “wish he wasn’t so handsome, can’t believe everyone sees what i see.”

“ah,” she grinned wickedly. “funny. you’ve had guys trailing you and watching you from the second you walked in, and believe me, he’s not happy.”

your eyes widened at her comment, eyes flickering to jungkook again, who’s gaze was already on you. you broke the contact, embarrassed before turning to her properly.

“enough jungkook talk, what’s on the agenda tonight? what is yeji doing?” you asked, hands in hers.

“i’m not leaving empty handed.” she wiggled her eyebrows, causing a fit of laughter that remained as the boys came back, looking at you both inquisitively.

yoongi reached over to hand you your drink, to which you thanked him gently, sipping slowly.

you felt the seat beside you dip, focused on your conversation with the boy and girl beside you, until you felt a warm hand press against your bare thigh. yejin and yoongi continued, unaware, as your head turned to face the tatted boy beside you, who drank his drink as though this was the most casual thing he had ever done. the thump in his chest argued otherwise.

you were sure your cheeks were flaming red, and your thigh began to tremble beneath his touch. you wanted him to go higher whilst also let go, you were sure your brain would wither away soon with how hazy you felt.

“like your drink?” he asked, suddenly getting closer to you so you could hear him over the music.

“mm, fruity.” you nodded, eyes never leaving his.

he grinned. “hm.” his hand flexed on your thigh. “have i told you how good you look, tonight?”

“only once.” you guys were flirting. the little girl inside your body was screaming so loudly.

he tutted, shaking his head as his grip tightened. “my bad, baby. you look stunning.” he whispered intimately into your ear. “love this little dress, new hm? would have remembered if you’d worn it before.”

all you could do is nod, as he pulled away slightly from your ear, your faces much too close to be deemed appropriate. just a little closer, he thought, eyes flickering down to your lips. just a little curve to your head and he’d take care of your tiny pout, he was sure.

before you could continue, however. “y/nnie, come on.” jimin shouted, from across the booth as he got up, forcing you to yank away from jungkook with wide eyes and parted lips. your eyes looked up to the blonde haired boy, a smirk on his face. “time to dance.”

“jimin i’m not tipsy enough.” you groaned.

“take this shot.” namjoon pushed the drink over to you, yejin giggling beside you.

you picked it up, hands still shaky, and tipped it back, grimacing deeply whilst everyone laughed and whooped around you. you shook your head quickly, as to rid yourself of the taste, before he grabbed your arm, pulling you up from your seat and guiding you down. you grabbed yejin on the way, who waved excitedly at the rest of the boys, shouting something about actually having fun.

it wasn’t long until you guys were dancing away, giggling loudly and twirling with one another. jimin was the life of your group, whilst yejin was the soul - if you ever wanted to have fun, it had to involve the pair who only ever seeked out joy.

the alcohol was already rushing to your head, leaving you a tipsy mess. being the worlds biggest lightweight never helped when you wanted to get drunk because you knew in two drinks, you were completely finished, but it was always nice to get a buzz whilst you were out.

hobi and jin soon joined, with the former’s arms around you as you danced and sang together, fits of giggles being shared.

“i don’t think i’m going to survive tomorrow, my heads already so gone.” you shouted over at him, music thumping.

“yeah, me neither - your little boyfriend is about to kill me with his stare.” he giggled louder, throwing his head back.

your eyebrows furrowed before turning your head to the side, catching jungkook’s heavy gaze.

eyebrows furrowed and a dark expression on his face, you could see the clench of his jaw and it made your core whine. he was so pretty despite being evidently bothered. the thought, the idea, that he would be this way over hobi dancing with you sent a million electricity volts through your body, your eyes never leaving his.

“we spoil him too much, now we can’t even dance with you without him planning our murder.”

you broke eye contact, looking at hobi with an excited thrill. “i want him so bad.” you groaned quietly, head falling to his shoulder.

“believe me. you could have him.”

——

the night was going strong, and you had slowed down with the drinks and paced yourself appropriately to match your friends. taehyung wanted to smoke outside, so you accompanied him.

you and jungkook had been playing a fine line all night, dancing around the tension, eye contact and fleeting touches but never anything more. it was driving you insane, you knew that maybe he wanted you in some way but if it wasn’t the way you wanted, then you couldn’t have him. you wouldn’t be able to move on and it wasn’t fair.

you both stood outside, taehyung taking out a cigarette whilst the wind nipped at your too warm skin, offering some calm to the night.

“fuck. forgot my lighter, i’ll be two seconds alright?” he groaned with a tip of his head making you nod, resting your head against the wall of the smoking shelter.

you watched him retreat, closing your eyes for a few moments before you heard a shuffling of feet behind you. your eyebrows furrowed, thinking nothing of it until a large hand gripped your hip, twirling you around to face them.

your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. why was he here? how could he be here? touching you so casually and without thought; hand bruising your hip with every passing second as he approached you with nothing but clear disrespect.

“missed me?” jaehyun, your ex, grinned down at you, lowering his head to meet your height.

your ex of two years, who had terrorised you to an inch of your life stood before you, hands on your body as though it was his every right. your relationship with him had been turbulent to say the least.

it had started once you decided you couldn’t see jungkook kissing another girl at a random party, you felt sick and you’d had enough, you were finally moving on from the schoolgirl crush you had on him. you met jaehyun and he was seemingly perfect at ridding you of jungkook’s lasting touch on your heart, until he suddenly wasn’t.

he’d get angry whenever you went out with your friends, despite knowing them and understanding the years long dynamic you all shared. the mere mention of namjoon, hoseok and jimin were enough to drive him into a rage that left you shaking all night, only for him to appear the next morning with flowers and empty promises that it would never happen again.

you’d once mentioned jungkook in a passing, harmless comment and had to nurse your face for the next two weeks as payment. he was violent regarding any man, but it was the bright eyed boy that set him off the most.

it only escalated, but by that point, you felt entirely trapped. it wasn’t until yejin had come over after months of silence on your part, and broke down at the sight of you. you’d never forget the way she wailed whilst examining the bruises on your arms and chest, holding you like a baby before packing your bags and taking you from your shared apartment with him.

you don’t remember what happened after that, it was traumatic and it had taken a year of therapy to even consider unpacking it properly. you remembered being sat with the boys, yejin holding you tight whilst they all promised to keep you safe. you’d spend a night at each of their homes in rotation for months and months, at the fear of night terrors and something worse.

the nights you’d stay with jungkook were the calmest, the scent of him imbedded deep into his home enough to lull you to sleep as he snored in the living room. your friends had supported you to an inch of your life, built up your confidence and protected you. you were no longer the meek girl jaehyun had forced you to be, you stood straight and you spoke clearly - but the sight of him; the feel of him, broke you out of it immediately.

“get off of me.” you shakily whispered, hand grabbing the hand on your hip and pushing it away with all your might, forcing yourself to step away. “you don’t get to touch me.”

his eyes darkened, the patronising grin falling from his face immediately. “you know, i thought i taught you better than that. made sure not to let you talk back, remember?”

his words made you flinch, clearly referring to the times he would plow a fist into you if you ever spoke up even remotely. you began inching backwards, throat bobbing and hands shaking.

“and that dress? so short, it’s like you’re begging for my attention. two years later and still acting like a slut, y/n?” his face contorted, as though even looking at you made him angry. “used to be such a good girl. used to fucking listen.”

“don’t speak to me. you’re..you’re not allowed to come near me.” you wheezed out as your hands shook and your stomach twisted, the horrible feeling of anxiety and fear beginning to take over you. yejin had helped you file a restraining order. he wasn’t allowed to do this to you.

“yeah? and who’s going to fucking stop me.” he growled, hand grabbing your arm tightly making you welp whilst his other pulled you forward to his chest. “fucking bitch. i’ll take you home, hm? teach you a lesson, teach you what you should have remembered.”

you couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. eyes closing and body shaking. his hand began gripping your face tightly, spouting abuse at you as your brain completely slipped away, shutting yourself down as trauma gripped the edges like a vice.

suddenly, you felt his touch completely leave you, forcing you to open them up again to find jaehyun on the floor, jungkook pounding his fists into his face. you could see taehyung shouting something, namjoon pulling you away and hobi running back inside where the others remained, no doubt to bring them to you.

you couldn’t think, your brain disassociating as your body trembled, prints of jaehyun’s hands all over your body. were you crying? tears were streaming down your face and you weren’t even aware, trembling as namjoon took you to a quiet corner, worried beyond belief.

taehyung had rushed back to their table to get a lighter, when namjoon, hobi and himself agreed to step out too, needing a smoke and fresh air. within moments of being outside, his eyes had widened at the sight of your abusive ex attacking you. he’d never get used to the look of fear in your face that felt so constant years ago, but seeing it back was enough to make him see red.

he wasn’t thinking, grabbing the man and plowing his fists into his face, watching him fall back. he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, only doing so once both yoongi and jimin had managed to get him off, watching as jaehyun scurried away as fast as he could, despite bleeding heavily from his face.

turning around, seeing you sat with your eyes unmoving and tears streaming, he wanted to chase the fucker and do it again. his baby, his girl - how could he do this to you? how could he look at you and not see anything other than stars and moon?

“y/nnie, can you hear me?” he cooed as yejin sobbed beside you, holding you tightly. the boys were all a nervous wreck, yoongi shaking angrily and the others trying to regain your attention.

after a few moments, your eyes began to focus. you met jungkook’s gaze first, your gaze flickering over him in a momentary lapse of confusion. “he’s gone, y/n. jungkook took care of it.” taehyung sniffled, crouched beside you.

a moment of silence was shared between you, the sounds of both yejin and tae filtering the air as the others ran their hands through their hair nervously.

“promise?” you asked, voice breaking making the tatted boy almost whine in sadness. “promise you, he won’t bother you again.”

you simply nodded. you hadn’t noticed how hard you were crying, with tears ruining your perfectly applied makeup and your chest heaving in what could only be fear. “i’m sorry joonie, was supposed to be your night.” you choked out.

the taller boy tutted over at you, pressing a kiss to your head. “don’t be silly, y/nnie.” he shook his head. “jungkook, why don’t you take her home? stay with her, yeah? think she’ll feel the best with you there.”

you hardly registered what was happening, feeling jungkook’s hands taking hold of yours as he helped you up. everyone took turns holding you for a second or two, ensuring personally that you were okay. yejin pressed kisses to your cheek through her own tears, promising you that you were safe and that nothing else would happen before crying further into jin’s chest. jungkook watched, almost helplessly as he waited for the uber to arrive, yoongi patting him on the back. it wasn’t long until he received the notification on his phone.

he looked at you now, as you sniffled and walked back over to him, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you all bid your goodbyes. you slid into the uber first, his arms cradling you as you shuffled into his shoulder, breathing in the same familiar scent that would soothe you.

after a while of silence, your eyebrows furrowed, taking in your surroundings. “this isn’t the way to my house.”

he looked down at you, your little hand on his. he pondered before holding it up to his mouth, pressing a little kiss to your fingers. “i know baby. taking you to mine.”

your heart was thumping again, watching him as he caressed your hands, kissing each fingertip so gently you wondered if he was kissing them at all. an act so intimate you wondered what it meant.

it wasn’t long until you arrived, mourning the loss of warmth jungkook’s body provided as he pulled you out gently, taking you inside.

you’d been here a million times before but you never tired of how warm it felt, how much it resembled each bit of him. you pulled off your heels, your height dropping significantly before shuffling to the bathroom, intent on taking your makeup off immediately.

the joys of having two skincare obsessed women in the group meant yejin and yourself kept these boys stocked, considering sleepovers were a norm. jungkook let you take your time, no words exchanged as he grabbed you a t shirt from his wardrobe, knowing how much you liked sleeping in them.

“kookie, can i shower?” you asked, quietly as you peeked your head out the bathroom.

“course you can, i got you the rose body wash that you like the other day too.” he grinned over at you, hands roaming his hair. he handed over the oversized tee you loved so much, heart skipping a beat as you gave him a soft smile. “you’re the best.” you muttered back, hearing a little chuckle from him.

you watched as he rummaged through the kitchen cabinets before closing the door, your eyes screwed shut for a moment. so much had happened tonight, from feeling utterly helpless one second to so safe and warm in jungkook’s presence.

you showered relatively quickly, wanting no more than to sink into the plush mattress of his bed. “you hungry?” he asked once you came out, having showered himself in his other bathroom, dressed in a similar t shirt and plaid bottoms. he looked so cute.

“no, i’m okay.” he looked over with a small double take, drinking you in, soft skin and barely hidden legs. god, you drove him insane.

he nodded. “okay, wanna head to bed? it’s been a long night for you.” you shuffled in your spot before nodding.

he’d usually sleep on his couch whenever you were round, considering it was quite large and comfortable - of course, he didn’t want to intrude either. he had too much respect for you to ever think about imposing.

“will you..will you stay with me? tonight?” you whispered quietly, looking down as you asked.

he didn’t reply, simply began walking over to you and gently taking your hands in his, littering your smaller fingers with kisses like he did in the uber. your breath hitched as you met his gaze, watching as he nodded before leading you over to his bedroom, hand clasped over yours.

you let yourself be pulled by him, watching as he rounded the bed, knowing you preferred the side closest to the window, before getting in; watching you do the same. you both snuggled into the warmth of his covers, a groan leaving your lips.

he turned to look at you, as you did the same. he couldn’t handle how cute you looked, fresh faced and cuddled into his pillow. he wanted to protect you forever, have you sheltered from anything that didn’t wish even a semblance of joy.

“i’m sorry you got hurt, kookie.” you whispered, the little pout he loved so much forming. “i had no idea he was there and i just froze..i don’t know.”

he cooed at you, inching closer before slowly pulling you in by your waist so the space between you had disappeared. your hands moved to his chest without thinking, the urge coming naturally.

“don’t apologise, y/n. should have killed him for how he was speaking to you, i’m so sorry he did that.” his eyes shut tightly for a second, as though the memory pained him. “he’ll get what’s coming to him, i’ll make sure of it.”

you looked away, eyes falling to his neck and the rise and fall of his chest. “how do you feel?” he asked.

his hands moved to cup your face. you were both inching closer and closer without even realising it. “scared, honestly. i’ve been doing so good and now he’s reappeared.” you all but whimpered. “just wanna forget.”

“yeah?” he whispered, lifting your chin again to look at him, his forehead gently pressing against yours. “want me to help you forget, pretty girl?”

“please.” you nodded slowly, your eyes flickering to his lips whilst he did the same, the two of you dancing around the tension but tonight was enough.

he looked between your lips and eyes once more, before brushing his nose against yours. you tilted upwards before you felt a faint brush of his lips.

he pulled away, only slightly, looking at the way your eyes fluttered close, all resolve fluttering away from him before he properly pressed his lips to yours again.

kissing jungkook felt like coming home. consisting of passion and years of yearning, feeling like it had finally come to an end. all compiled into this single moment.

you pulled him closer, mouths interlocking as you shared a sweet embrace, his arms wrapping around your entire body before you began pulling away. the kiss was only brief, but its impact left you reeling.

“fuck.” he whispered. your eyes remained shut for a moment longer, opening them up to find a look of hope pulling at his fingers. “i’m going to kiss you again, okay y/n? but before i do that, we need to talk.”

you nodded, eyes focused on his lips before meeting his gaze. “okay. you go first.”

he nervously laughed, sitting up slightly and giving him a moment to get his bearings. he opened his mouth a few times, before closing it, unsure of where to start. “sorry, just hard you know? telling the girl you’re in love with that..you’re in love with her.” he rambled, scratching the back of his neck.

you could have sworn that the earth stopped spinning. you looked up at him, sitting up a little too fast, causing him to stop his rambled muttering before raising his eyebrows.

“what did you just say?” you all but whispered, eyes wide.

his mouth was gaping now, confusion littered on his face as though to question what had he actually said. once it dawned on him, his eyes matched the size of yours.

“oh…i mean i guess i said it. i..i get it if you don’t feel the same, i don’t want you to feel like you have to return the same feelings, you know?” he began again, this time much faster, the two of you completely sat up in bed. “but like can you blame me? loved you second i met you, y’know? always wanted to tell you but just get so shy around you, and you’re so pretty makes my brain shut down..”

whatever you had done in a past life, god bless. you were sure you would thank every god and every goddess for this very moment, your hands shaking as you grabbed his face, yanking it towards you and pressing your lips to his.

jungkook’s breath faltered for a second before realising what was happening. he wrapped his hands over your hips, careful not to touch the bruised skin your ex had caused, pulling you onto his lap immediately.

this kiss was unlike the other. though it shared the same passion and tension, this felt like a promise and declaration of love - a certainty that had waited to be confirmed for what felt like eons.

your mouths moved in unison, your fingers gripping into his hair as he brought you closer. he groaned into your mouth, your tongues moving together whilst you both pushed and pulled, yearning for more whilst every emotion ran through you. the feel of his piercing against your mouth felt cool; an odd feeling at first touch but quickly becoming something your brain felt addicted to.

he pulled away slowly for breath, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenching as he looked directly at you, nudging his nose with yours. “is that your way of telling me you like me?”

“i love you, you idiot.” you whispered back at him, the both of you resorting to pecks. “loved you for so long, can’t believe you haven’t told me until day.” he grinned at this, nudging your nose once more.

“yeah, you didn’t either.”

you rolled your eyes, playing with his hair from behind. “does this mean we can kiss all the time?” you asked, pecking him whilst excitedly bouncing in his lap.

he groaned loudly, hands flying to grab your waist carefully as you smothered his faces in excited kisses. “yeah, won’t ever keep my hands off of you again.”

jungkook, although elated, was fighting the demons that were currently erupting through his chest. you, in no more than his shirt and your underwear, bouncing in his lap, conveniently over his crotch where he was already fighting his growing hard on.

“fuck, y/n.” he groaned again, holding you down a little firmer, unaware that the action was now directly pushing your own core directly to his crotch. you let out a little noise, half moan half whimper; eyes connecting.

neither of you dared to move. the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, especially after the night you had which is shy he began to pull you up, to rest you on your side of the bed again.

only, you placed your hands on his shoulders, pressing your core against his bulge firmly before rolling your hips experimentally. you couldn’t help the moan that left you, a noise leaving his lips that rivalled it.

“still…still wanna forget kookie, you’ll do that for me?” you asked, unable to stop your hips from moving in circles, not when it felt so good.

he nodded, as though in a trance, guiding your hips as he shuddered against you. “don’t want you to feel like i’m taking advantage, baby, you’ve had such a long night.” he whispered, though your actions never faltered.

sweet, sweet boy. you couldn’t believe this was happening, the man of your dreams, both your heart and brain no longer at odds but instead connected finally in matrimony. “wanted you for so long.” you breathed out with a shake of your head.

this was beyond anything he could imagine. with direct confirmation from you, he captured your lips once more, hands planted firmly on your waist as he dragged you up and down his clothed cock. you shared moans, quiet and unsure at first before you found yourself matching his movement, the two of you closer than ever in a way you had Both only dreamt of.

“fuck. we have to stop, or i’ll cum.” jungkook whined as he pulled away from your lips, arms entirely wrapping around your body as if to stop you, closing his eyes tightly. “and i plan to impress you, so..”

you panted, with both a slight nod and slight giggle before whimpering at the loss of pleasure. this only lasted a few more seconds before suddenly, you found yourself flipped, a squeal leaving you. jungkook hovered over you, peeling his shirt from his body before swooping down to catch your lips again.

you couldn’t help your wandering hands, fingers twitching over his naked chest. you had seen him shirtless before, notably when you had all gone to the beach, but the memory was seared into the crevice of your mind. feeling his skin so intimately was completely different.

your lips moved in unison before he broke away, whining at his own action as he pulled his t-shirt you wore. he looked at you for approval, to which you nodded before he pulled it up over your head.

jungkook groaned, loudly. the sight of your bare breasts were enough for him to go clinically insane, but the way you were looking up at him, eyes big and lips bruised. you would be the end of him.

“fuck, look at you. so pretty.” he reached for one of your breasts, listening to the quickening of your breath as he wrapped his mouth around one. biting, teasing and licking, he proceeded to leave honeyed marks on your skin, whilst your moans and squeaks egged him on.

he moved to your other, making sure to physically leave his claim over them with hickeys adorning your body. “need you, kook.” you whined, impatient.

the side of his mouth flickered up at the sound of your impatience, and as much as he wanted to ruin you immediately, he had waited too long for this to just end up rushing.

“need to prep you first, hm? gonna be patient for me?” he cooed as his hands continued cupping your breasts. you nodded, eagerly, hands locking into his hair as he gave them one last kiss before easing down your body, trailing kisses from your stomach to your hips. he kissed over the bruised skin jaehyun had caused, making your heart clench for a moment.

the boy you loved, with wild eyes and bruised lips, searing love into every crevice of skin he could reach, ridding you of the pain that disgusting man had placed on you. he was freeing you with every touch, with every promise hidden behind passionate touches, you felt so safe.

he parted your legs, eyes flickering up to meet yours. he grabbed the hem of your underwear, sliding it down so that he was met with your core, a noise of pure defeat leaving him at the sight of you. wet and clenching for him, yearning for his touch just as much as he yearned to taste you. “all for me, baby?”

you nodded, as he parted your legs further despite how suddenly shy you felt. he dipped his head, planting a chaste kiss to your clit, watching as your body jolted. with a smirk, he dove in.

he couldn’t help the noises that were leaving him as he sucked and licked, intoxicated by your taste. “taste so good, y/n.” he’d moan in between your legs. “could die here.” he’d add. “addicted to you.” he’d all but growl.

you couldn’t help the moans, you’d never felt like this before. sure you’d been eaten out before, but never by a man who acted like this was his last starving meal. jungkook hoisted your legs wider, as your hips lifted, your hands tight against his scalp.

“need to stretch you, fuck. need to make sure i fit, hm?” he teased, eyes connecting with yours as one of his tatted fingers teased your entrance whilst sucking on your clit. you hated the thought of any woman before you in his life, but you thanked every higher power above that he knew what he was doing, feeling your high in your stomach already.

he instered a finger, pumping at a pace that had your toes curling. the whines that were leaving you made him dizzy, he wanted more. it wasn’t long before he inserted another, beginning to thrust them in unison whilst you chanted his name.

he groaned at the sight of you lifting your hips, desperate to reach your high. he had no idea he was grinding into the bed, chasing a high of his own as he watched you quiver and moan. “so tight, y/n, can’t wait to feel you on my cock. hm? won’t be able to think once you’re being fucked right, baby.”

you nodded, head empty and hands shaking. “w-want it, kookie, want it so bad.”

his fingers quickened, getting rougher and going harder as he sucked on your clit. he could feel you getting restless, knew you were on the edge from the way you were pushing his head closer without even realising. he could feel his sick obsession in his brain growing rapidly knowing you wanted him just as much, it felt like nothing else mattered than making you good.

“jungkook.” you let out a high pitched squeal, feeling your high rapidly approaching before your legs began to shake, and hips began to raise. your high ran through you like a shot of electricity, as your moans grew higher, his fingers pumped faster and his hand pressed down onto your stomach, forcing you to feel every inch of your orgasm.

he parted from you after you began quivering from overstimulation, plopping his fingers into his mouth to memorise your addicting taste. he hovered over you once more, the tent in his bottoms too large for you to ignore.

“i hate that you’re so good at that.” you panted, unable to meet his eyes as your focused on his bulge. he smirked, watching you, placing your smaller hand onto it so you could feel him fully. “i’m all yours now baby. gonna eat you out every chance you give me.”

your eyes met, a shared grin forming between you both before you pulled him in sharply for a kiss. hot and heavy, you could taste yourself on him which drove you insane - you reached for his pyjama bottoms, pushing them down almost desperately.

parting from him, with hooded eyes, you looked down at his cock. so big and thick, prettier than any you’d ever seen before you let out the cutest moan. he swore he could die happy. “how are you this perfect, and you have a pretty dick?”

“are you trying to inflate my ego? it’s working. i’ll get that tatted on my chest, don’t play.”

you giggled up at him before pumping him, both hands moving up and down as you sighed. “want you inside me, kookie.” you peered up. “don’t make me wait anymore.”

he pressed one last kiss to you, groaning at the feel of your hands around his already sensitive member. he parted your legs, one peek at your messy core enough to drive him insane before he began rubbing the head over you.

“don’t think you’ll fit.” you whimpered, the feel of him all encompassing.

“i’ll make it fit, was born for you baby.” jungkook promised, as he began pushing his cock in, your core instantly clenching around him. he began slowly, until he was fully inside, pelvis to pelvis, eyes fluttering shut.

you’d never felt so full in your life, the stretch both delicious and overwhelming. your fingers clawed at his large biceps, whimpers and quivers filling in the air as he held you tightly, whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him, how incredible you felt. once you gave him the green light, he began thrusting.

he couldn’t believe this is what he was missing out on. he couldn’t believe how tightly and warmly you felt around him, felt like he was finally coming home.

his hips snapped against yours slowly, letting you feel every inch as your moans got louder and louder. “faster, kook.” you begged, though you knew you never had to, he’d give you the world.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he chanted, his pace changing as he began to thrust faster per your request, pressing his head against yours. “feel so good, my y/n, my girl.”

you clenched around him over his words making him airily chuckle, thrusting harder at that. “yeah, like that? like me calling you my girl?”

“yeah, wanna be yours jungkook.” you whimpered back, legs reaching up to wrap around his waist as he began to thrust deeper.

the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air and he knew his neighbours would be furious tomorrow, but could hardly begin to care. “you are, hm? was always my girl, you’re all mine and i’m all yours.” he promised, biceps flexing beside your face. “won’t ever let you go.”

you mewled loudly, hands finding home in his hair as you pulled against the strands. “feel so full.”

“yeah? pussy loves it baby, loves taking it.” he growled back, head hiding in your neck, leaving hickeys.

you could already feel your high approaching, but you couldn’t bare for this to end yet, lightly pushing his chest. he immediately pulled himself up and stopped thrusting, looking down at you with furrowed eyes. “wanna ride you.” you whimpered to which he threw his head back in what could only be a pathetic groan.

“you’re going to kill me, y/n.”

soon, your positions had changed and you were slipping him back inside, the two of you moaning loudly at the feel of one another in such a deeply intimate way. he felt so much bigger like this, and the feeling of fullness for you and your heat for him were enough to drive you mad.

he watched as you began to bounce, body contorting at the feeling of pleasure running through you. this was the hottest sight he had ever seen, your hands pressed against his chest to stabilise yourself.

“fuck yourself on my cock, that’s it.” he cooed, hands grabbing onto your ass before landing a harsh spank, to which you mewled and rode faster. you had no idea to what extent you were driving him crazy.

he watched as you rose, hands now held behind yourself as you practically used him to get off. the sight was severed into his brain forever, with his fingers rubbing your clit to bring you closer to your high. “already so close, feels too good.” you moaned.

music to his ears, jungkook thought. you were getting tighter and tighter, no doubt nearing your second high but he couldn’t bring himself to lay back anymore. he grabbed your ass again, before bouncing you up and down himself, your moans getting expeditiously louder.

“jungkook!” you squealed, feeling his cock fuck you in a way no one had ever managed to. you were addicted, you had no idea how you were ever suppose to live again after this, after experiencing heaven.

“fuck baby, can feel you getting close hm? wanna cum with me, wanna cum on my cock?” he cooed at you, switching your positions again. you were now on your side, one leg on his shoulder whilst he hovered over you, pounding roughly whilst rubbing your clit.

you chanted yes over and over, his free hand holding your own as he could feel his own high approaching. with the final rub to your clit, your breath stitched as your orgasm rushed through every inch of you, shaking your body beneath him.

the sight alone was enough to bring him to his own high, giving you one last sloppy thrust before cumming, his fingers on your clit not letting up as he chased you through your high, your moans twisting into one another.

his fingers fell, alongside your leg on his shoulder leaving you both a shuddering mess. he immediately found home, his forehead touching yours whilst your breaths mingled, panting at one another.

you spent a few minutes just like that, getting your bearings before he slowly pulled out, groaning at the sight of his cum trailing out of you.

“you okay, did i go too hard?” he cooed at you, his hands reaching for your face as he planted sweet kisses over your cheeks.

“felt so good, kookie. felt perfect.” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around his neck immediately, pulling him down to properly meet you beside him.

he could hardly believe it. the love of his life, cuddling into him after a session of pure passion and lust. he was addicted to you; sure that no other drug would be as potent as you. completely ruined from the inside out.

you both stayed silent for a while, simply caressing and kissing each other. it felt so pure, so right that you felt ashamed knowing you hadn’t told him your feelings earlier. you had long forgotten everything that happened that night, your brain totally encompassed by the thought of him.

“i’m never going to live down the fact i should have confessed to you earlier.” he frowned at you. “we wasted so much time.”

to this, you giggled, holding him close. “we were idiots, but i guess this means we have to make up for it, right?”

jungkook grinned widely at your words, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your fingertips. “firstly,” he began, sitting up slightly so that you could look at him properly. “i love you, love you so much i can’t breathe when i look at you.”

you took him in, a bashful smile forming. “secondly, know i didn’t properly ask but this makes you my girlfriend, right?” he asked, smiling wider as he watched you nod excitedly with a squeak. “not for long though, i’ll put a pretty ring on that finger in no time.”

your mouth fell open at his words, eyes widening. “jungkook, you can’t say that!” you giggled, evidently very giddy at his words. say more, your heart screamed.

“please, i’ve learnt my lesson y/n. not wasting any more time.” he teased back, the two of you embracing and sharing a sweet kiss.

this was everything you both had wanted and more, spending the rest of the night talking, embracing and perhaps dabbling in other pleasurable activities. soon, you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. home, at last.

——

“you owe me like 50.” namjoon grinned widely at jimin.

the group had walked into jungkook’s apartment, each bringing breakfast assortments and flowers for you to make sure you were alright. they had been so worried last night that they’d gone straight home, each of them unsure of what to do but all understanding that the safest place for you to be was with jungkook.

when jin had seen yoongi and examined the redness of his knuckles, he couldn’t help but grin, knowing full well the boy had probably paid jaehyun a little visit sometime in the night. neither party said anything, but an understanding was shared. you were the youngest of the group, and of course, they were incredibly protective.

what they didn’t, expect, however was to see you cuddled up in jungkook’s arms, the two of you snoring away, evidently naked considering the duvet was hardly doing anything for modesty. upon sight of this, they all silently cheered, filtering out into the living room.

“no way, you ALL owe me 80, i said they’d fuck, you guys just said they’d confess.” yejin chimed in with a grumble, prodding a figure into the taller man’s chest.

hobi couldn’t help his giggles as he began unpacking breakfast. “whatever, can we all just be glad that this ordeal is finally over?”

taehyung nodded. “no more y/n pining.”

“no more jungkook whining.” jin added.

“no more will they, won’t they.” namjoon grinned, grabbing a seat at jungkook’s kitchen table.

“no more does she lo-“ yejin began, before shutting her mouth immediately. all eyes furrowed, including hers, straining their ears to hear the sudden noises forming in the bedroom as their heads snapped, looking over.

a moan filtered out into the air to which everyone groaned, realising what had instead replaced it. “pack it up, lovebirds.” jin shouted loudly. “breakfast on the table in 5, i expect you out and showered.”

[coffeeaddictbluebird]

Divorce Lawyer - Carlos Sainz

Summary: Carlos gets the shock of his life when he finds out his wife has been talking to a divorce lawyer.

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: Slightly

Suggestive Genre: Angst + Fluff

Carlos loved his wife, and he knew his wife loved him. 3 years of dating and after a lot of ups and downs, they were finally married. Even that was 2 years ago now. Maybe that was why he never thought he would have to face a day like this. A day where he thought his beloved wife was going to serve him with divorce papers. Yes they were going through a rough phase. But that’s what he thought it was. A phase which would end sooner rather than later. Maybe that was why he didn’t want to believe it. He never thought they would come out of the other end of this fight with anything other than a nice getaway trip and lots of makeup sex. But those phone calls changed it all.

Carlos was not a man who would ever go through his wife’s phone. They had each other’s bank account and passwords. There was never any need for snooping. But today — today Carlos was not that man. The urge to go through his wife’s phone was strong. So he did the next best thing he could. He walked out of his house, texted his wife who was showering that he won’t be back tonight, and drove to Lando’s place.

Lando, rather reluctantly sometimes, was the middleman in their relationship. But never had he thought he would have to call Carlos’s wife in the middle of the night and ask her if she was planning to divorce his friend. Because if she was, it would be a very stupid thing to do. Everyone around them saw how they were just made for each other. All you needed to do was look at an interaction between them to know how in love they were. Regardless of whether they were fighting, or not.

Lando had also never seen Carlos cry. He didn’t know he was even capable of that. That in itself conveyed how serious his drunk friend was. So the only best thing to do for Lando right now, was to take that glass out of his friend’s hand and drag his drunk ass back to his own place, in his own bed. His wife tried to apologise to him, but all he did was shake his head. He just told her to have a good night and set her husband straight in the morning.

The next morning, Carlos surprised to wake up in his own bed. He is even more surprised when he walks into the kitchen and sees his favorite breakfast laid out on the table. Did he go back in time somehow? She hadn’t cooked breakfast for two weeks. Honestly, after the divorce thing, he didn’t know what to say. So he just took a plate, served himself and said thank you as he sat down to eat. He didn’t know whether he was going to be able eat or keep it down if he did. His wife was on the verge of divorcing him, and here he was, having his favourite breakfast. Maybe this was how she was planning to tell him. Slowly segue from breakfast to the most dreaded conversation of his life. How would that even work? How do breakfast and divorce go hand in hand?

”I’m not going to divorce you.” Is the first thing she says.

”What?” Carlos almost chokes on his food.

”I don’t know why you think I am going to divorce you, but that’s not going to happen.” She sits in front of him with her plate.

”But-“

“Let me finish.” She stops him. “I know we have been fighting a lot and we haven’t been on proper talking terms these past two weeks, but I would never do that to you, honey.” When did she last call him that? He abandons his breakfast to stand in front of her.

”But what about that divorce lawyer that’s been calling you?” The expression on her face is almost comical, and he would have laughed if this was not the situation right now.

”How do you even know about that?”

”So it’s true. You have been talking to a lawyer.” He slumps back against the counter.

”That’s not the answer to my question, Carlos.” It stings to hear his name again.

”You were in the bathroom yesterday, and your phone kept ringing. It rang twice, so I was just going to pick it up and say you would call back, when I saw the caller ID” He turned to look at her, only to find her trying not to laugh. “Is- is this a joke to you?”

She stood in front of him. ”Oh, honey. That’s not- that guy is a new client of ours. He was interested in making a contract with the Company and that’s why he has been calling me. I just saved his name like that because I accidentally gave him my personal number.” She held his face in her hands. When was the last time she held him? Was this close to him?

”So- so you are not going to-” She shook her head. “Carino, you have no idea how happy that makes me.” He smiles as pulls her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. Just breathing in her scent feels so good.

”Baby, are you crying?” She tries to pull back. He shakes his head, tightening his arms around her.

”I can’t even imagine the thought of not being with you anymore, baby. Not even if we fight like cats and dogs. I love you too much for that. I would die without you.” She lightly scratches at his back, knowing how much he loves it.

”Don’t say that. I love you too. It broke me to even think about you not being there anymore. I don’t ever want to feel like that again.” He pulls away just enough to look at her face.

”And you never will. This is forever, okay? You are never getting rid of me. Ever.”

”The day I say that, I want you to shoot me with the gun in my foot locker.”

It earns him the loudest laugh he has heard from her in a while. Oh how he loves that sound. “You don’t even own a gun, Mr. Sainz.

He laughs and picks. her up, wrapping her legs around him. “Now what do you say we forget about this fight, Cariño. I think I have a way to make it all up to you.”

”I think you are forgetting the fact that we are not on talking terms yet, Mr. Sainz.” She smirks as she leaves a hickey on his neck. His PR team are going to have a field day if he goes out like that.

”Oh trust me Mi Amor, there’s no talking required for what we are about to do.” She chuckles as she wipes the rest of the tears from his eyes. It’s going to be a long day today, and not even the devil himself would be able to stop Carlos from worshipping his wife.

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere platonic mehmed the Conqueror x daughter reader pretty pleaseee?

❝ 📜 — lady l: Here it is, anon! This is my first time writing for him and I really enjoyed it, I wouldn't mind doing it again in the future. I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 💙

❝tw: possessive and obsessive behavior, fluff and slight suggestion of kidnapping and murder.

❝📜pairing: platonic yandere!mehmed the conqueror x daughter!reader.

Mehmed's wish when his favorite wife became pregnant for the first time was for a boy. A son, as was the wish of all men. An heir to teach and pass on his father's legacy.

However, his plans changed when you were born. A girl. For many, it would have been a huge disappointment, but Mehmed didn't feel that way. He fell in love with you the moment he held you in his arms for the first time. You were so small, so fragile, and so perfect. His beautiful baby girl.

Even in your newborn state, you looked so much like him and that only helped to strengthen Mehmed's feelings for you, the protectiveness and love. You were your father's little girl and he could never deny you anything.

Everyone knew how much he loved you. The servants were instructed to fulfill your every whim and desire, you were spoiled with everything: the best food, the best clothes, the best jewelry and gifts. All you had to do was ask or snap your fingers and everything would become yours, you would never want for anything.

Mehmed liked to take you on military campaigns, although your mother didn't like it, there wasn't much she could do against his orders. You were always on your father's lap, listening to him talk while he rocked you. You grew up with him being your main figure and it wasn't a surprise how much like him you became.

Mehmed loved to see the similarities between you. Whether it was the color of your eyes, the similar smile, or the similar personality, any trait of yours that was the same as his, he would cherish. You were just like him and he loved that.

As you grew up, any kind of potential suitor would be turned away and rejected. No one would ever be good enough for you. Your mother tried to argue that you would have to get married, but your father didn't listen. You were a princess, there was no reason for you to get married in his mind.

However, if you really insisted, Mehmed might allow a union, but your fiancé would be chosen by him and would be critically evaluated. And you would have to live with him. This is non-negotiable, you will not move. Mehmed will not allow it. Let it be very clear that he would make your partner's life hell.

He is the definition of a super dad and is very affectionate towards you, loving to hold you in his arms and talk to you about his achievements and plans for the future and they all involve you. Although he is protective and possessive, he only wants your happiness and nothing will stand in the way of it, he will make sure of it.

Mehmed is proud of everything you do, whatever milestones you reach, he will be celebrating it as a great victory. Your first words, the first time you walked, whatever you have done, no matter how small, you will be adored and praised for it and you are praised by literally everything.

Mehmed is a complete mess when it comes to you. He is a normally stoic and calm man, but he is completely different with you. A doting father who is proud of his little girl. No matter how old you get, you will always be his little girl. Please, don't ever grow up.

Just stay close to him and keep needing him. Mehmed knows that he can't bear the pain of one day realizing that you might not need him as much as you used to, and that's something he'll never tolerate, not even if he has to lock you in your chambers to make sure that doesn't happen.

But you would never do that, would you? You will always need your father. He will make sure of that.

[halfadiamond]

💍Home Wrecker TF141 x Reader💍

💎Got the idea of Home Wrecker TF141 by: @mina-org 💎

💎CW: you’re cheating on your boyfriend/ husband, don’t actually cheat in real life (this is coming from the girl whose dad cheated on her mom), may write another one where the guys are the ones cheating on their significant others, revenge cheating for Gaz, guys show no remorse for their actions💎

💎Been sick so I haven’t been able to do much. Trying to get back to writing. Sorry if it kinda sucks.💎

Price

“I’m not ruining anything rather I’m showing them what love is supposed to feel like.”

John Price, the man with two failed marriages, was dying for a chance at real love. But even with going to different parts of the world, nobody ever caught his attention that is until he met you. A sweet girl who wanted an older man’s advice on her first relationship. First it was platonic, Price would offer advice about what a guy wants in a relationship and he always had a story about his own experience with love. It wasn’t until one day during another of his advice sessions when he saw the sun hit you just right that Price realized you were who he’s been looking for. And he knew what he had to do.

It was like a switch overnight. From giving you advice to now saying you could do better than your boyfriend. Instead of keeping it respectful, Price began giving out flirty remarks and small touches on your arm. Price began dropping hints that he was interested in you, and that maybe you need an older man to show how a real man is supposed to love his lady. It worked. Those cafe hangouts soon turned into dates at his place so as to keep your boyfriend from finding out. He showed you what a relationship was supposed to be; he spoiled you with everything you could’ve ever wanted, he gave you his time and his love. He always made sure that you knew that your boyfriend could never compete with him and it seemed to be working. All that was needed now was the proper title of Mrs. Price. Maybe for this upcoming date he could finally convince you to dump that boyfriend.

Ghost

“She doesn’t love you like she loves me. She’s just scared to leave her routine for something new.”

Ghost was scared of love, of commitment, and yet he was seeing a woman that already had a husband. You and him go way back from childhood friends to high school sweethearts, but soon Ghost left for the military and ceased contact with you. You eventually moved on and got married to your husband, and that’s when Ghost made his appearance back into your life. You rejected him at first, you were a loyal wife and you wouldn’t give the man who left you an ounce of your heart. But could you really forgot your soulmate?

It started off small from Ghost waiting a random intervals during the day to which you were free for a phone call to Ghost coming to your work to eat lunch with you. Luckily none of your coworkers had never met your husband so Ghost was able to play it off. Each time Ghost came to see you, he made sure that your wedding ring was off and out of sight. That way he could imagine that you were truly his and not another man’s wife. He knew that you were scared of leaving, you’ve been with your husband for a long time and to start brand new was daunting. But Ghost was a patient man and he knew that once he could get you to see you two belonged together then he could start shopping for rings.

Gaz

“You held the title of partner but I actually have her attention- and that’s all that matters to me.”

Gaz knew that he was a good looking guy and that he was quite the charmer. So when he met a pretty you at the bar, lamenting about a boyfriend that wasn’t pulling his weight around. Gaz was quick to swoop in and offer sweet words to you and subtle jabs at your boyfriend. Gaz would insist that you deserved better, and when you confided to him that you suspected your boyfriend was seeing someone else, he encouraged you to cheat back and better yet since he offered it why don’t you and him start something.

From one drunken night stand to dates held the next town over as to prevent people from recognizing you. Gaz made sure that everything you complained about with your boyfriend never happened with him. Your boyfriend never bought you gifts? Gaz is always surprising with little gifts; anything that he sees that reminds him of you he’s buying it. Your boyfriend never wants to listen to your problems? Baby tell them to Gaz; he’ll listen and even offer advice if you want it. Gaz knew that sooner or later you would dump that sorry guy and start a proper relationship with him, but for now he can wait after all you talked about wanting a guy with patience something that your boyfriend never had.

Soap

“Even if you say what we have isn’t real why do you keep coming back to me?”

Your boyfriend was someone who worked with Soap, that’s how you two met. It didn’t matter to Soap that you were taken all he saw was a pretty little birdie who needed a real man. Soap started small- he would chat you up as a friend until he started getting a little too comfortable and gave small touches. At first you rejected him, but Soap was a persistent man and soon you fell for his charms. Soap was a smart guy, he waited until he was sure that your boyfriend would be staying at the base to come see you. You knew it was wrong saying that you had a boyfriend that this is purely lust, and many times you tried to break it off before your boyfriend found out. But Soap always knew how to convince you to stay; he would offer sweet words and that charming smile and just like that you always kept coming back.

This routine worked for a while, but eventually your boyfriend found out. After arguing with you, he came back to the base to find Soap casually chatting with the other soldiers. Once confronted with everything, Soap, the sly bastard, merely confirmed what your boyfriend already knew and offered a half assed apology. It didn’t matter what your boyfriend (or I suppose ex boyfriend) said, Soap knew that in the end he wanted you and he got you.

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This ended so sweetly, it made me smile. Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go because I knew I'd forget otherwise, so below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such]

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“ “He is the one I want to be with. I… I love him,” ” lool, the hesitation there is hilarious

“ You shudder, reminded of all the ways he had tried to court you – cornering you in some random hall of the palace and trying to come to your chambers at night. ” gross. Why do men? Just why do they?

“ ���The court may have reservations, but that is irrelevant to me. I have none.” ” I don’t know why this is so funny to me 😂

“ You haven’t even told him yet. ” omg

“ How do you deliver news like this to someone you aren’t even on speaking terms with? ” tie a note to a rock and launch it through his window

“ “When were you going to tell me we’re getting married, Y/N?” ” I snorted

“ “You’re not the victim here,” Seungkwan reminds you. “I’m the one who got pulled into a relationship that I had no say in.” ” he’s got a point there

“ There is nobody in the palace that loves you quite like Seungcheol does. ” 🥺

“ “You know, I feel like most of us saw this coming,” he remarks. “Now that I think about it, I’m not that surprised.” ” well, well, well

“ “It was always so very obvious the young man was in love with you.” ” 😮😮😮

“ He looks down at you curiously now, mouth parting ever so slightly. “Why would I dance without you?” ” oh dang. Smooth

“ “You look beautiful,” he says, a tad delicately. ” 🥺

“ “Y/N, I don’t care about the title. I care about you.” ” screaming

“ The sudden greeting almost has you jumping, and your first instinct is to turn around and slam your heavy book into the man’s face. ” 😂😂😂

“ The last thing you need is old emotions resurfacing and ruining it all. ” who even needs feelings, anyway

“ “It seems quite unsafe for a young woman to be out alone at this time,” Doyun says, approaching you slowly. ” yeah, because of creeps like you

“ “You’re the biggest idiot to ever walk this earth.” ” charming

“ You should be relieved right now. Why aren’t you? ” oh, I wonder

“ You could freeze time and stay here forever, you think, in the arms of a man who knows you like it’s the only way home. It’s something strangely akin to heaven on earth. ” cute

“ And you can’t say you aren’t, because I have many stories to prove you wrong.” Ooh, dish, girl!

catch the rain ; boo seungkwan

summary: caught between a political alliance and the possibility of a prolonged freedom, you just can't help the easy lie that slips out of your mouth. now, you're left to deal with the consequences of putting up a front to your family, the court, and the rest of the kingdom.

pairing: boo seungkwan x f!reader

contains: historical/royalty au, childhood best friends to not friends to friends again to lovers, reader's surname is choi because scoups, fake engagement, cheol is married in this, bestie jeonghan coming in clutch

warnings: language/swearing, shady behavior from a dude (ew), mentions of war and blood

word count: 8.53k

a/n: it's finally done! many thanks to ro @shinysobi for beta reading and also jay @ppyopulii for your feedback <3 also this gorgeous gorgeous banner was made by jay too; they're literally a graphic genius & i am so thankful ❤️ i hope you guys enjoy!

tags: @mochacoda @ppyopulii (let me know if you'd like to be tagged!)

“And then there was chaos,” Jeonghan would say if he was here right now.

He wouldn’t be wrong, either. You can almost picture his smirk in your mind – you’re just standing motionlessly, watching as the ministers lose their minds and your father tries to process what you’ve just said for the entire court to hear. 

It has been several minutes since you’ve made the announcement, and there has not been a moment of calmness since then. Of course, you were aware that news of this nature would shock the general public to some extent, but you didn’t think it was that serious.

You watch nervously as your father calls for order, quieting the room down, and then turns to you.

“You are trying to tell me, child,” he says slowly, leaning back against his throne, “that you mean to marry General Boo’s son?”

“Yes.” The lie is bitter on your tongue, but you have no choice but to run with it, albeit a bit awkwardly. “He is the one I want to be with. I… I love him,” you add awkwardly, hoping nobody catches on.

“I see.” 

You must have sounded convincing enough because he doesn’t question you any further. Instead, he just chuckles to himself after a few seconds, relaxing his shoulders. 

“And all this time we were trying to find someone for you, suitor after suitor… Oh, my apologies, Doyun. I suppose your plans are not to come to fruition.”

At the corner of the table, the aforementioned young lord scowls in silence. You shudder, reminded of all the ways he had tried to court you – cornering you in some random hall of the palace and trying to come to your chambers at night. No matter how much you tried, for your father’s sake, you could not see yourself with him.

“Well, I suppose our search for a suitable groom is over,” your father continues, giving you a warm smile. “That is quite the relief, isn’t it?”

“Wait, you’re okay with this?”

“Why would I not be? I have seen the both of you grow from small children into promising adults, and Seungkwan is a good man,” he remarks kindly. “The court may have reservations, but that is irrelevant to me. I have none.”

Minister Park raises his hand tentatively. “But, Your Majesty –”

“Objections will not be heard,” he says, rejoicing merrily. “Let it be said, as far and wide as the kingdom goes. My daughter is to be married!”

It’s evident that the court is displeased with your choice, but they congratulate you regardless, not willing to risk their roles by further irritating the king. You play along as best as you possibly can, all smiles for everyone else. Clearly, your little lie was surprising enough for nobody to suspect a thing.

Doyun approaches you next, bowing slightly while making a face. You return it out of respect, though his mere presence around you is unsettling enough. 

“Congratulations, Your Highness,” he says, raising his eyebrows. ���Boo Seungkwan must be over the moon, to be engaged to a woman like you.”

Shit. Seungkwan. 

You haven’t even told him yet. How can you justify such a huge lie you let slip in a moment of sheer panic?

How do you deliver news like this to someone you aren’t even on speaking terms with?

“Uh, yes. He is,” you reply, trying to suppress the alarm from reflecting onto your face. “We are very happy. Yes.”

“Yes, that is good,” he says, slightly amused.

“I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay,” you tell him, bowing again. Internally, you grimace a little, trying to prevent the awkwardness of the situation from getting even worse. “And I hope there are no hard feelings, sir. I truly am sorry.”

“Of course not, Your Highness.” He doesn’t look like he believes you, but he accepts the apology nonetheless. You plaster a fake smile on your face until he finally walks away, leaving you by yourself.

“Thank god,” you mutter under your breath, looking for a way out. Your father is attempting to move on to the next topic, settling the court, and you use this moment to leave through the back doors, finally getting some space from all the chaos.

In the silence, the weight of your actions hits you suddenly. God, Seungkwan is going to kill you, you realize, for dragging him into something that isn’t his problem at all.

“What the fuck,” you whisper to yourself, assessing your next steps. Seungcheol – you could ask him for advice, although he might lecture you first. But you don’t know who else you could go to right now besides your brother.

Carefully, you slip into the hallway, making your way towards the library. It’s just barely evening, so you’re almost certain Seungcheol will be there. You pray you don’t run into anybody, making sure to stay quiet so nobody spots you away from the meeting you’re supposed to be at.

Immediately after you turn the next corner, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist tightly, pulling you aside.

“Wha– mmf!” Another hand comes up to cover your mouth, muffling any noises you make. 

Your brain is on high alert right now, and every single self-defense lesson Jeonghan has given you kicks in as you get dragged into a dark room. You struggle against the firm hold, elbowing your captor and delivering a particularly harsh kick to the inside of their knee in hopes that they’ll let you go.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

You’re about to do it again when you realize the man sounds strangely familiar for some reason. You stop trying to attack him and bite down on the hand that’s covering your mouth instead.

“Ow!” he exclaims again, clearly in pain. You almost feel bad, almost. “What is wrong with you, seriously!”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” you yell back, blindly following the wall to find the light. “I almost thought you were trying to kill me, and you still might be!”

“Why would I try to kill you?!”

The gears in your head start shifting as you finally get the light to work. The bulb illuminates the room as you turn to face the absolute last person you thought you were going to see today.

“Seungkwan,” you breathe, taken aback for a moment. You haven’t spoken to him in so long, and certainly not since he came back to the palace. Of course, you knew he had returned, but between all the things you had to do, you never got the chance to see him. Just looking at him now – his grown-out hair, and bruised knuckles – brings back a multitude of emotions. “What are you doing here?”

He just folds his arms, a deep frown crossing his features. “When were you going to tell me we’re getting married, Y/N?”

Shit. This is exactly the situation you were hoping to avoid. Seungkwan looks pissed off, and rightfully so.

“I’m so sorry,” you rush, the words tumbling out of your mouth. “I was at a court meeting, and everyone was pushing to hear some good news that I just didn’t have, and I just – I don’t know, I don’t know why I said your name first. I really didn’t mean to, Seungkwan, I’m really sorry.”

“So I was just convenient for you,” he says, scowling. “We haven’t spoken to each other in years, and you choose to throw me under the bus?”

“And whose fault is it?” You step closer, glaring up at him and all his audacity. “Whose fault is it that we haven’t spoken? I wrote to you almost every day for a year, and you decided to pretend I didn’t exist!”

“Did you expect me to drop all my responsibilities just for you? I was in the middle of a warzone, Y/N, I had bigger things to worry about than letters from home.”

Those words sting you into silence. Seungkwan has always been one to say things he doesn’t mean during a heated argument, but right now you have no way of knowing what’s actually on his mind.

“This is such a huge mess,” he says again after a few seconds, agitatedly running his hands through his hair. “Everyone thinks we’re actually engaged. We have to fix this somehow.”

“What, do you want me to go back and tell my father there will be no wedding because we hate each other's guts?”

“Ideally, yes.”

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. “Seungkwan, I can’t do that!”

“And what about what I want?” It’s evident that his patience is running out, especially as his jaw tightens and his hands clench into fists. “What about my life? This is a huge decision that you made all by yourself and now I’m dragged into it for no reason other than knowing you!”

He’s right, and you know this, even as you open your mouth to retaliate. It’s certainly not fair; you aren’t even friends for you to rely on him like this right now. It was convenient – maybe that’s why Seungkwan’s name was the first on your tongue when you were being cornered with questions about your marriage.

Now, standing in front of him for the first time in years, you just miss him. You miss how close the two of you used to be, and the way things have changed makes your heart ache.

“I’ll go speak with my father right now,” you decide, peeling your eyes off of him and beelining for the door. “We still have time, we can play it off as a practical joke and pretend we had them all fooled —“

“No, wait, come back,” Seungkwan calls after a second’s hesitation, frowning again. “Don’t do that.”

“I thought you didn’t want this?”

“Absolutely not,” he grimaces, “but you’re going to cause so much trouble if you go and call it off now. Also, you’re almost twenty-five. Do you really think the court won’t push your father to make you marry Baek Doyun for political benefit? That man is a disgusting creep, especially considering all the things he’s done before.”

You narrow your eyes at him upon hearing that last part. “How do you know about that?”

“People talk,” he shrugs. “Never underestimate the palace attendants.”

“Oh, great.”

Seungkwan just observes you for a second. Those eyes have always been the most perceptive, ever since you were little kids. Not many things can get past him.

“Listen,” he starts, a little tentatively, “Baek hasn’t done anything to hurt you, has he?”

“No, never.”

“Good,” he sighs with something akin to relief. “Never liked the guy.”

You don’t question it; you barely have the energy to. Instead, you just lean against the wall, letting your head fall back onto the cement. 

“What do we do now?”

“For starters, we can’t actually get married.”

“Obviously,” you roll your eyes at him. “You’re acting like I want to be associated with you any more than I already am.”

“Clearly.”

“Shut up, Seungkwan.” 

The quiet reigns for a little while longer as you sit with him and your thoughts. Never in your life would you ever have expected things to come to this. 

“We could keep this going for a while and then say we called the engagement off,” you suggest, musing to yourself. “We could just say we realized we’re better off as friends.”

“Right,” he says under his breath, but you still hear it. Whatever. “That might be our only way out.”

You groan, dropping your head to your hands. “God, this is going to be the longest few months of my life.”

“You’re not the victim here,” Seungkwan reminds you. “I’m the one who got pulled into a relationship that I had no say in.”

There are no words on the tip of your tongue. How are you supposed to tell him you miss him while you’re still on wildly questionable terms? You can't even begin to express how badly you want things to go back to the way they were.

From where you’re standing, you sneak another glance at him. Seungkwan was always beautiful in the way that ceramics are; carefully created but also tangible, so easily slipped into daily life. 

You used to be my best friend, you catch yourself thinking as you watch him fiddle with the hem of his shirt. How did we get here?

“We should go,” you say instead. “I can’t go missing for too long before someone realizes I’m not where I’m supposed to be.”

He pulls himself to his feet. “And where are you supposed to be, Your Highness?”

“Not here,” you quip, reaching for the door handle. “I really hope you’re a stellar actor, Seungkwan. Keeping secrets from the palace is far from easy.”

You receive nothing but a dismissive sigh in return. “Worry about yourself, okay? I’ll do just fine.”

Typical, you think, but the truth is that you’ve missed the quick sarcasm that is just so very Seungkwan. 

As you leave the room with him in tow, a sense of trepidation fills the pit of your stomach. All’s well that ends well, right? 

You aren’t sure. Right now, you can only hope that this is one of those things.

There is nobody in the palace that loves you quite like Seungcheol does.

Your father likes to recount the way he used to watch over you when you were learning how to take your first steps, the way he would start bawling if you so much as got a scratch on yourself as a child. Everyone knows he would draw blood for you in a heartbeat, if it ever came to it.

However, that is not evident right now. Instead, he’s giving you a stern look from his spot on his armchair, arms folded in an attempt to look intimidating. Beside him, your sister-in-law Seoyeon is curled up in the bed with her blanket, listening in out of curiosity.

“Let me get this straight,” he says once you’re done talking. “You weren’t engaged two hours ago.”

“Yes.”

“But now you are.”

“Yes.

“To Seungkwan?”

No part of you enjoys having to lie to your brother over something you wish you could just talk to him about, but you genuinely can’t risk a single person finding out about your coverup.

“Yes,” you respond again, wincing internally. 

Seungcheol seems to be slightly taken aback. He takes a long sip of his chamomile tea before saying anything, weighing the situation in his head.

“You’re sure about this?”

“I am.”

“You know I just worry about you,” he says gently. “It’s not that I don’t trust you to make your own decisions. I just want you to be happy, no matter what it takes.”

“I will be,” you assure him. “He… he makes me happy.”

It feels wrong to even say that, but it seems to be good enough for Seungcheol, who just gives a small smile at your words. 

“You know, I feel like most of us saw this coming,” he remarks. “Now that I think about it, I’m not that surprised.”

“Really?”

“Well, of course. You two were essentially inseparable when you were younger. Eventually you grew up and had to go off and do your own things, but that kind of bond doesn’t just disappear overnight, does it?”

Oh, he could not be more wrong about that. If Seungkwan was here right now, he’d probably start laughing out loud. 

“Right,” is all you say, mentally folding in on yourself. 

It’s late, and especially after your little altercation with Seungkwan earlier, you’re totally spent. It feels like you’ve lived several months within the span of a few hours. What you need right now is to be wrapped under your covers and block out all of today’s events. 

When you finally bid them goodnight and retreat to your own room, the fatigue hits you like a truck. It takes everything in you to change into your nightclothes and wash up before slipping into bed, wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.

In the following days, you receive congratulations from nearly everyone, fielding a plethora of questions about the nature of your relationship. The lies come easily in the moment, but you make a mental note to get your story straight with Seungkwan later.

“You two make a dashing couple,” Jiwon, one of your ladies-in-waiting, tells you. “It was always so very obvious the young man was in love with you.”

This stops you in your tracks. “What?”

“Did you not know? There could be no other explanation for the way he looked after you,” she recollects. “Even when you weren’t aware, he was always around.”

Was that true? You have no way of knowing; you don’t remember much from your childhood or your adolescent years. Either way, all you see when he looks at you is years’ worth of resentment built up and settled like molten rock.

The hours you spend with yourself eventually blur into days that morph into weeks. You never see Seungkwan for more than an hour at a time, meeting only in the public eye or to keep each other posted on the situation. 

Somewhere, though, you think you feel the ice melting. His gaze on you is a bit warmer now, less disdainful than the first time you ran into him.

When the hour is late and you are alone, you find yourself toying with the gold band now resting on your finger. Seungkwan had given it to you last week, standing a bit awkwardly under the late afternoon sunlight.

“It was my mother’s,” he’d said quietly. The weight of the moment was enough; nothing else needed to be said as he easily slipped it on you, the metal cool against your skin.

You think about it often. With one sentence, you’ve turned such a meaningful item into a mere facade. There is no love between you and Seungkwan, at least not the way anyone would expect there to be. The relationship feels like a carefully calibrated hourglass. 

The second it’s over, the illusion will break.

The worst of it all is the public appearances, you realize. Like now, in the face of shining lights and endless smiles. This ball is in honor of you and your husband-to-be, your father had told you, but it feels like you’re being made to walk on thumbtacks for the whole kingdom to watch. To top it all off, your dress feels awfully restricting, and you want nothing more than peace and quiet.

Seungkwan is not so far from you, greeting people you can barely remember the names of. He looks painfully good tonight, dark brown hair pushed back in a way you’ve never seen before. His burgundy suit compliments him nicely, and you try to ignore how he’s managed to match certain tones of your dress.

Your eyes drift over to your brother and Seoyeon, calmly sitting at their places and watching the liveliness of the night. Seeing them exist in their own happy bubble makes you mourn what you can’t have. 

“Hey.” You jolt at the light touch of a hand on your shoulder, but upon turning around, it’s just your fiancé. “Doing alright?”

The sudden tenderness has you on edge, but you nod anyway. 

“Do you want to sit?”

“No, I’m okay,” you decline, looking everywhere, anywhere but his eyes. “You should dance, you know. That’s sort of the whole point of this thing.”

“But you’re not dancing,” Seungkwan huffs, lips pulled into a small pout.

“So?”

He looks down at you curiously now, mouth parting ever so slightly. “Why would I dance without you?”

That you don't know how to respond to. It reminds you too much of the way things used to be. A package deal, you used to call yourselves. 

Instead, you simply offer him your hand with a small smile. “Shall we, then?”

The feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours sends a rush of heat to your face that you can’t deny. This confuses you, he confuses you.

Or maybe it’s because you’ve had a little too much champagne tonight. You can’t tell which it is, and maybe it’s better that way.

Seungkwan looks a bit nervous as you pull him towards the dance floor, weaving in between swaying couples. You raise your eyebrows at him as if to ask, ‘What’s wrong?’

“I could not tell you the last time I had to do this,” he confesses shyly. “I really can’t dance.”

“All those years in the palace and nobody ever taught you?”

“Not the time.”

“Do as I say and you won’t fall on your face,” you instruct, pulling him a little closer to you. “Now put your right hand on my waist.”

Seungkwan just stares at you blankly. “You want me to what now?”

“Just do it,” you hiss, ignoring your heart doing double time. “Okay, good, just keep mirroring me now. There’s really nothing more to it.”

“Everyone makes this look a lot easier than it is,” he grumbles, nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Yes, you are far more nimble with a sword in your hand,” you tease lightly. “Spin me, would you?”

“As you wish,” he relents, twirling you carefully in time with the beat. There are onlookers now, cheering on your semblance of a happy couple, and you can feel everyone’s eyes on you. The music almost makes you forget everything that’s currently on your mind – no, nothing but the song and Seungkwan’s gentle hold on your waist to think about.

You make the mistake of meeting his eyes. Seungkwan freezes, your breath catching on the moment, and the next thing you know he’s stumbling over thin air, trying to keep himself on his feet.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he’s apologizing to the people around him, giving you a pleading look that says I can’t do this. It’s hard to stifle the giggle that escapes your lips, and before you know it, you’re laughing with each other over the silliness of it all.

“You truly do have two left feet,” you remark, following him away from the dance floor. Seungkwan just chuckles in amusement.

“I did warn you before, you just chose not to believe me.”

“Well, my bad for trying to teach you something new today.”

“Trust me, your efforts were likely in vain.” He turns, eyes settling on you. There is something about this angle that makes him look a little ethereal. Maybe it’s the chandelier light illuminating the soft slope of his face.

“What is it?” you ask, when his gaze lingers a little too long. Seungkwan leans a little closer so you can hear him above the surrounding commotion. 

“You look beautiful,” he says, a tad delicately. “The maroon is a very nice color on you.”

“Oh. Thank you,” comes your unwieldy reply to the compliment that you weren’t expecting. “You clean up rather nicely, too.”

He was never good at taking any sort of flattery, and you recall this as you watch a light pink slowly coat his cheeks. It’s cute, you almost think, before kicking yourself for the stray notion.

“Your Lord Baek has been eyeing us all night,” he informs you, shedding his suit coat. “For what, I have no idea, but it’s a little weird, no?”

You scowl at him. “He’s not mine, don’t say that.”

“He would have been if it wasn’t for me ending up as your sacrificial lamb,” he points out, and you can’t argue against that. “I have half a mind to go over there and cause a scene.”

Your eyes widen with alarm. “Seungkwan, don’t do that!”

“I won’t,” he promises reluctantly, but you can tell it’s still bothering him for whatever reason. “When’s he leaving, anyway?”

“A few weeks, maybe?” You can’t remember exactly, but you must have overheard him speaking to your father about it a while ago. “In any case, soon. And thank god for it.”

Seungkwan hums in agreement, fingers idling on the edge of the table. He looks good in his vest, sleeves of his shirt rolled up to just below his elbows. You realize you like how his arms fill out the sleeves, unassumingly strong under the light fabric.

He takes another sip of his wine, pulling a face at the flavor, and looks at you with an impish glint in his eyes. “Do you want to leave?”

You give him a look. “Are you suggesting sneaking away from my own party?”

“Well, you definitely don’t look like you want to be here,” he notes, and he couldn’t be more correct. It makes you wonder how he still knows you so well after all this time. “So is that a yes, or…?”

“Yes,” you say immediately, already rising. “Please. Let’s get out of here.”

“Called it,” Seungkwan smirks, picking up his jacket and following as you slip through the crowd unnoticed. Your fingers just barely brush amidst the chaos, and you resist the urge to reach back and pull him along with you. 

The balcony is freeing, the gentle night breeze refreshing on your face. It’s a little cold, but you don’t really mind it just yet, ignoring it for the lovely view you’re taking in right now. 

“Feeling better?”

“A little.” You turn and look at him, mirroring your stance as he leans on the railing, observing you quietly. “Seungkwan, I’m sorry.”

His eyebrows raise in confusion as if to say, ‘What for?’

“All of this,” you say, vaguely gesturing towards the ballroom you’ve just left behind. “It’s a lot, and you didn’t ask for it.”

Seungkwan doesn’t meet the apologetic gaze you cast on him, stray strands of hair escaping his well-styled bangs. 

“It’s not the worst,” he points out. “Your father and brother don’t dislike me, which is what I was most worried about.”

“Are you kidding?” you ask, astonished. “That should be the least of your worries. They might like you more than me, honestly.”

He just laughs to himself, cheeks pink. “It’s nice of you to say that. Makes it a little easier to continue the act until our fake divorce.”

“We’re not married yet,” you remind him.

“Ah, right.”

It’s so easy to slip into a comfortable silence with Seungkwan, it always has been. You are not a woman of many words, and you like being able to bask in the quiet without constantly thinking of something new to say. 

In a way, not much has changed.

“So,” he starts, “how are we breaking this news to everyone?”

“I hadn’t thought that far yet,” you confess, pondering. “But everything’s gone by so fast, hasn’t it? A few months ago I was sort of doing my own thing and now I’m engaged to a guy who hates me.”

Seungkwan looks at you sharply, a peculiar expression on his face. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t need to lie to me, you know.”

“I’m being honest,” he insists, taking a step closer to you in earnest. “Was I upset when I found out what happened? Yeah, of course. Was it awkward that that was how we reconnected after a long time apart? Sure. But I can never, in good conscience, say that I hate you.” 

“That is certainly a relief,” is what you come up with after struggling for a few seconds. “Again, I’m really sorry for dragging you into this. At least you can enjoy the status of prince consort-to-be for a while,” you joke.

Seungkwan just frowns. “Y/N, I don’t care about the title. I care about you.”

The abrupt confession catches you off guard, more than you’d like to admit. You don’t know what to say to that, but you believe every word.

“We’ve been friends for so many years,” he continues with a soft smile. “You aren’t just anyone to me.”

Oh, you wish you had a wine glass in your hand right now. You can’t be sober for this, you think, as you return his warm demeanor while a strange feeling settles in your stomach.

“Good to know,” you manage. “That does ease my mind a little.”

“I’m glad.”

Seungkwan’s eyes shine under the moon’s soft glow. It takes you back to when you were a little girl, so hesitantly enamored by him and his heartfelt presence in your life. The wind stings your eyes, blowing away the memory, and then he is asking you if you want to go back inside.

“Go ahead,” you tell him, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

He lingers beside you still, like he’s wondering whether to insist or not. You place a careful hand on his arm.

“I just need a few minutes more of fresh air,” you explain. “I’ll join you soon, I promise.”

Wordlessly, he nods, slipping his jacket off his shoulders and draping it over your own. His fingertips barely graze your skin, but for some reason, you are hyper-aware of it.

“Stay warm,” he says, voice tinged with concern. “Please don’t catch a cold.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” He smiles again, a sun in the night’s darkness. 

The moment is tender, like if you don’t reach out and grab it, it’ll slip through your fingers. You refrain from saying anything in response as he leaves you to yourself, looking over your shoulder as he walks away.

“Don’t make me fall in love with you,” you murmur softly, but Seungkwan is already gone.

The day Jeonghan returns, there is a downpour from hell.

You’ve been cozying up in your usual nook of the library as it rains outside, curled up in one of the large armchairs with a rather interesting novel in your lap. Engrossed in the pages, you don’t notice anything amiss until you hear a familiar, silvery voice near your ear.

“Miss me yet, Your Highness?”

The sudden greeting almost has you jumping, and your first instinct is to turn around and slam your heavy book into the man’s face.

“Ow!” Jeonghan clutches his nose, face contorted in pain. Seungkwan stands behind him, leaning on a bookshelf and watching the scene with amusement. “What was that for?!”

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t know it was you!” You rise to your feet, checking him for any signs of serious injury. “You know I have violent reflexes, you knew better than to do that!”

“I come home from war and the first thing you do is attack me?!”

Seungkwan just shrugs from his spot. “Don’t look at me. I told him not to do it.”

“Very helpful,” Jeonghan huffs, poking and prodding at his now swollen nose. “What a warm welcome the two of you are giving me, really, considering how few and far between our reunions are.”

You soften at that, going in for a long overdue hug. He smells of rusted metal and fresh soil, likely from his long time spent on the battlefield. His hair is longer now, tied back and out of his face with a simple cloth string, and he looks a little more weary than last time.

Every time you see him again, he has changed somewhat, but also not quite at all. There will always be that inkling of mischief in his eye until the day he dies.

“So,” Jeonghan says, still nursing his sore nose, “the second I leave the kingdom is when you two decide to get engaged, huh?”

You and Seungkwan exchange a look that’s somewhere between surprise and alarm. He shakes his head ever so slightly, answering the question you didn’t need to ask. 

No, not just yet.

“And you didn’t even write to me!” Jeonghan sulks, giving the two of you a betrayed look. “I can’t believe you had the gall to fall in love and not tell me about it.”

“Um…” You are not quite sure what to say to that, considering it wasn’t what happened at all. “Surprise?”

“Anyway,” he continues, “I’m not so shocked. I knew this was bound to happen at some point.”

“Everyone keeps saying that,” Seungkwan grumbles.

“Because it’s true! Don’t you know that Y/N here used to – Ow! Again?!”

You glare at Jeonghan as he recovers from your swift punch. “Keep your mouth closed and I might not attack you a third time.”

“You are insane,” he scolds you, massaging his arm. “I don’t even see what the problem here is.”

As a last desperate effort, you implore him with pleading eyes to stay silent. He doesn’t look like he understands what’s going on, but he relents anyway, leaving the subject of your childhood crush alone.

“What?” Seungkwan laughs, eyes darting between the both of you. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you blurt out, a little too fast. Jeonghan has to physically look down to conceal the laugh that’s threatening to bubble out of his throat at any moment, and you can tell. “Seungkwan, shouldn’t you be at training right now, anyways?”

“Well, yes, but Jeong–”

One pointed look from you is enough to silence him, it’s almost funny. “Yes ma’am,” he gives in ruefully. “I suppose I’ll see you after I get beat up to the point of exhaustion, then. Visit me on my deathbed.”

“Seungkwan, you’ll be fine.”

After a bit of grumbling, he finally leaves – you wait until he’s out of earshot before fixing Jeonghan with a pointed glare.

“Yoon Jeonghan, you little bastard.”

“Now that is hardly appropriate language for a princess,” he remarks, promptly receiving a well-aimed smack from you.

“I can’t believe you were about to reveal everything just then!”

“Why are you so pressed about it? He’s literally your fiancé!” Jeonghan’s face falls a little at your prolonged silence. “Oh. There is something you’re not telling me.”

“You’re either going to be so mad or you will laugh at me,” you say truthfully.

“I really hope it’s the latter. Please don’t hit me again,” he adds, ready to dodge you. “Alright, what is it?”

“Well, Seungkwan and I…” You wince, trying to word this correctly. “We aren’t actually engaged.”

Jeonghan just stares at you, confused. “What? But you’ve got a ring and everything!”

“I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly fiddling with the golden band, “but it’s all fake.”

He blinks once, then again, still processing. “So there will be no wedding?”

“Nope. We’re planning on calling it off right after Doyun departs.”

“Who’s that?”

“Long story.”

“I have time.”

Where do you even start? The past month and a half has been such a chaotic blur that you don’t know what to begin with. Agitated, you put your head in your hands, tugging at your hair. 

“You’re frustrated,” Jeonghan observes.

“Nice one, genius.”

“You know,” he says conversationally, “I don’t think you would be so upset if you didn’t have any feelings.”

You raise your head, distraught. “Feelings about what?”

Jeonghan gives you a look. “I think you know exactly who I'm talking about.”

His words take no more than a couple of seconds to click, gears shifting in your brain. You pin him with a stern glare.

“I do not like Seungkwan.”

“I didn’t even say it was Seungkwan,” he replies, a mischievous smile playing at his lips.

“But you were thinking it!”

“Well, you are not a psychic.”

A part of you wonders if you should never have confessed to your inconsequential crush all those years ago. After all, it had just been a result of confusing feelings at a young age, when you were just learning what being in love felt like.

But things are different now. You and Seungkwan have comfortably fallen back into your friendship, and it’s as easy as breathing. The last thing you need is old emotions resurfacing and ruining it all.

“That was a long time ago,” you say, not sure if you’re trying to convince Jeonghan or yourself. “It’s not like that anymore. Either way, I’m not sure how often I’ll see him after this whole thing is over.”

“More than you will see me,” he quips. “Really, Y/N, you know that he cares very much about you.”

“He didn’t talk to me when he was away for years,” you sulk.

He’s quiet – you know it’s because you’re right, and neither of you have an explanation for a question only Seungkwan can answer. 

But in the days that follow, Jeonghan’s words echo in your mind. You see Seungkwan less and less; every time you run into him, he seems to have an excuse on the tip of your tongue, and you can’t help but wonder what has happened.

You don’t say anything, though, with fear that you might scare him away if you bring it up. Instead, you leave it be, letting him stay at arm’s length and ignoring the dull ache you feel when he’s not around.

And sometimes, you wonder whether Jeonghan might have been onto something. The idea keeps you up at night, into the hours just before daylight knocks on your window. 

One night in particular has you strangely restless, unable to fall asleep even though the clock reads half past four in the morning. Your room feels awfully stuffy, like you’re cornered into one place, and the sudden need for fresh air overcomes you. Exhausted, you pull on some warmer clothes before slipping into the hall, heading for the gardens near the extensive training grounds.

You used to come here all the time when you were younger, too, always your safe haven. There is something about being surrounded by nature that puts you at ease. Like now, as you settle in your spot on the bench, chin in the palm of your hand.

However, your peace is abruptly interrupted at the sound of careful footsteps. You turn, and grimace at the sight of your unwelcome visitor. 

“It seems quite unsafe for a young woman to be out alone at this time,” Doyun says, approaching you slowly. 

“The palace is fairly secure, sir,” you reply curtly. “I wonder what you are doing roaming around before the sun is even up.”

“I am set to depart at dawn,” he informs you, taking a seat as well. Instinctively, you move over to put space between you and him. 

“Then I wish you a safe journey.”

There is an uncanny, knowing smile on his face. “Although, I might not need to leave so soon,” he drawls, “if I still have the opportunity to fulfill what I originally came here for.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What are you talking about?”

“I have to admit, you and your friend play the part of a happy couple amusingly well. Almost had me fooled,” he says. “But every act has a weak link.”

“Sir, this isn’t what you think it is –”

“Oh, but it’s exactly that. And it was a smart plan, too. It’s such a shame you couldn’t see it through.”

You fold in on yourself, somewhat of a shield against the early morning breeze. “What are you trying to say?”

“Just that your father might appreciate a heads up about your little arrangement.” The expression he’s wearing fills you with dread. “Don’t you think he deserves to know what’s happening under his nose?”

“Nothing is happening,” you reiterate. “Don’t involve yourself in things that do not require your input.”

“Does this not involve me?” he asks incredulously, shifting closer. “I’ve traveled all this way only to be abruptly shoved aside for a farce. Do you not think it’s unfair?”

You open your mouth to retaliate, but you’re beat to it.

“Get up.”

Seungkwan is, for lack of a better word, seething. His face is pulled into that serious frown he wears whenever he’s particularly displeased. You stand slowly, slightly confused as to how he knew you were here.

“No, not you,” he says, eyes softening as they flicker over to you for just a second. “Do I have to tell you twice? Get up.”

Doyun rises to his feet, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. “Is that how you speak to your guests?”

“Yes. Particularly those who wear out their welcome.” 

The tension is thick in the air. The feeling of being caught red-handed has somewhat settled, but you have no way of knowing what’s going to happen next.

“And who are you to tell me what to do?” Doyun snickers. “You are just a soldier boy with nothing to your name.”

“He’s much more than that,” you say sharply, “and I pity your ignorance to the fact.”

“Come on, Y/N –”

“That’s my fiancée you’re talking to. You will address her properly,” Seungkwan cuts in. His voice is harsh, and his anger is evident through the glare he’s currently sporting. “You are not fit to even speak her name.”

Caught up in the conversation, you hadn’t realized how much time has passed, but the first few rays of sunlight are beginning to peek out over the horizon. It’s getting a little warmer now, the gardens bathed in the minimal sunshine. 

Doyun just shakes his head. “You two are impossible to reason with,” he says. “If you cannot clearly see how bad of an idea this is, Your Highness, then I suppose I will have to cut my losses. But don’t expect any sort of cooperation if you find yourself running back.”

“Fine by me,” you snap, tired of the conversation already..

It’s almost comical, the way that he walks away with a vindictive air about him. You don’t even clock the sigh of relief you let out when his silhouette disappears in the morning fog, sinking back into the wooden bench.

“Are you okay?” Seungkwan takes the first hesitant step towards you, then another. You just scowl up at him in annoyance.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook,” you say menacingly. “I can’t believe you’ve been avoiding me for so long and this is how you resurface again.”

“I wasn’t –”

“Please, Seungkwan, I’ve had a long day and the sun is barely even up yet.” You rub your temples, a headache already starting to form. “How did you find me, anyway?”

“You’re always here.” He says it simply, like it’s just a fact of life. “I saw you on my way to the training grounds, but you weren’t alone, so I just wanted to see what was going on,” he grimaces, “and I’m glad I did.”

“Right,” you mutter. “I hope pretending to care about me has made you feel infinitely better about yourself.”

Seungkwan frowns. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

“How many times do I need to tell you that I don’t hate you until you finally believe me?” He looks at you pleadingly, but what exactly he’s asking of you, you can’t really tell. “Do you honestly think I would have played along all this time if I disliked you at all?”

“Seungkwan, I’m tired.” You put your head in your hands, overwhelmed. “Doyun will be gone in a couple of hours, so you can pull out of this anytime you want.”

“Y/N –”

“Please.”

It’s ironic how even through your various disagreements it’s easy to understand each other’s unfinished sentences. Seungkwan releases a pained exhale.

“Fine,” he says softly. “We’ll talk later.”

A part of you feels guilty that no matter how much time or space you’ve needed, he has always been ready to give it to you, and all you do is take. Maybe after a few hours’ rest you’ll feel up to speaking to him again, you think, watching his retreating figure with a dull ache in your chest. 

The sun is up, and the morning dew is long gone. You have no choice but to face another day.

“You’re the biggest idiot to ever walk this earth.”

Those had been Yoon Jeonghan’s parting words to you. You felt like you might cry as you hugged him tightly, hoping he’d carry the fond memories through the next several months he would be away. Seungkwan had stood a little behind the two of you, just out of earshot, though you knew he was trying not to tear up, too.

“You might be right,” you mumbled, eyes on the ground. “It’s all going to crash and burn, and then he and I will never speak again.”

“Well, you never know. But if you don’t do anything about it, I will personally come find you and hunt you down.” Jeonghan chuckled, a tiny twinkle in his eye. “When I come back, you better have married the man for real.”

“Jeonghan!”

He had just laughed, ruffling your hair affectionately. “Trust me, Your Highness. I have a good sixth sense about these things.”

That had been several hours ago, and your last real conversation with Seungkwan was even further in the past. 

Things had gotten busy, and between the days that whirled by the two of you hadn’t properly talked. And it stings, knowing the distance between you and your best friend is slowly growing, but you don’t even know if he wants to hear from you right now.

There are so many things you want to say and not enough words. The emotions dance on the tip of your tongue, but no further. But for how long now?

No. 

You toss your book aside in frustration. Enough of the constant restlessness and anxiety; you can’t keep living like this, you realize, hoarding all the things you feel in your brain. The sudden burst of courage has you on your feet, nearly sprinting to your door.

When you open it, Seungkwan is already standing there.

“Oh,” you blurt out. His arm is still raised to the door, as if he was just about to knock, and his feet are frozen to the ground in front of you. He looks a little disheveled, like he’s been running. “Come in?”

Seungkwan hesitates for just a second before following you through the doorway. “Thank you,” he says gently. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“No, you weren’t,” you say, sitting on the edge of your bed. “Did you need something?”

There is a moment’s silence. The words he hasn’t said yet hang suspended in the air, and you wait for them apprehensively.

“I figured we should come out with the truth now,” he says slowly, eyes darting everywhere but you. “You know, now that there aren’t any more reasons not to.”

You can’t put a name to the rush of emotion in your body. You should be relieved right now. Why aren’t you? A deep trepidation fills you instead, settling in your bones, but you don’t dare to put your finger on the reason behind it. 

“Right,” you say curtly. “We probably should.”

Seungkwan sighs, the exhaustion evident in his rounded shoulders. He pulls the stool he’s sitting on closer to you, placing a comforting hand on your wrist.

“It’s for the best,” he assures you. “You heard what Baek Doyun said that day.”

You’re already shaking your head before he finishes the sentence. “No, Seungkwan, he’s wrong.”

“You deserve every good thing in this universe,” he tells you, “every beautiful moment that exists in time. But I can’t give that to you, no matter how much I wish I could, and it hurts to be near you when it’s all so very impossible.”

Your breath catches in your throat at the honest, tender words. “What are you saying?”

Seungkwan smiles ruefully. “I am just the son of a soldier, Y/N. I have nothing more to offer you than the blood on my hands.”

“That is not true,” you say earnestly. “If it were, you know my father would never have agreed to all of this.”

“I don’t care about your father’s approval!” The words leave his mouth with a burst of frustration that surprises you. “The only opinion I choose to worry about is yours. You have to know that.”

“Why?”

The look in his eyes is one you could never forget – it’s vulnerable, with a hint of something else you can’t quite place. It scares and exhilarates you at the same time.

“Please don’t make me answer that question,” he whispers softly, mere inches from your face.

Something propels you to reach forward wordlessly, your hands gently cradling Seungkwan’s face. Come here, your fingertips say. Let me heal you. Come home.

Slowly, carefully, you bring your mouth to his. It’s everything one would think it shouldn’t be — hesitant, nerve wracking — but it’s right. 

When you pull away, he’s looking at you in awe.

“You just kissed me,” he says incredulously.

You reach for him, taking his hand in yours. It’s calloused and rough, and yet it feels just right against your own smooth palm.

“If the only thing you can give me is the blood on your hands,” you murmur, “then I gladly accept.”

For all of the next few seconds, Seungkwan does not move. And then, you feel his fingers encircling your wrist, his other hand coming up to carefully hold the back of your neck.

The kiss is both searing and soothing, somehow. He tastes faintly of tangerines, the citrus flavor tangy on your mouth, and his lips are impossibly soft as they move against yours. You could freeze time and stay here forever, you think, in the arms of a man who knows you like it’s the only way home. It’s something strangely akin to heaven on earth.

“I hope you meant every second of that,” you tell him, when you come up for air.

Seungkwan smiles — a bright, gorgeous thing that could put even the sun to shame. 

“Every second,” he answers. It’s a promise. “Every moment in time. For as long as you will let me.”

Dear Jeonghan,

You will be elated to know that I am no longer the idiot you proclaimed I was. Sure, I was being a little stupid, but aren’t we all sometimes? And you can’t say you aren’t, because I have many stories to prove you wrong.

In other news, Seungkwan and I have called off our engagement. For the time being, at least. We wanted to have some time to just be, you know? Take this relationship at our own pace, and make up for all the lost time we had spent dancing around each other instead. It turns out we were equally apprehensive about our feelings and ended up avoiding each other for weeks on end, can you believe that? 

Actually, you probably can. I bet you knew how he felt this whole time, you devil.

You know, I was a little afraid to tell Father and Seungcheol the truth, but they were quite understanding about it. It feels lighter now, too, without this secret to carry. You were right.

It’s summer now, and most everything seems right with the world. Only thing left is having you back here — Seungkwan will never say it to your face, but he complains about missing you nearly every day, as do I. 

Anyways, I’ll try and keep this short. Come back safely, okay? When Seungkwan and I do eventually start planning our wedding, we want you to be there for it. It wouldn’t be the same without you.

Okay, I will really leave you to it this time. Write us back when you can; it is always wonderful to hear from you.

Lots of love, 

Y/N (and Seungkwan!)

if you made it this far, thank you so much for reading, your support means a lot to me! much love, ashi xx

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Heyo how are you? I hope you are well! I love your writing so much 💕💖

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I always hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I believe you may have misclicked the number. NOW, normally I would write che'nya anyway, but unfortunately no one else requested for fellow and I like him so much. che'nya x reader in the queue for TOMORROW- stay tuned for that!!

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summary: ramshackle au's spin on marrying for tax benefits tropes: only one bed, fake dating, exes to lovers characters: fellow additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is adult-aged yuu, ramshackle AU so jumpscare warning for rollo, slightly suggestive setup, but this is cuddles and fluff, like ridiculous fluff

You were, to put it simply, never supposed to see him again.

That was it. Twenty-four hours at Playful Land, one ill-informed fling, and you would never again meet the eyes of Fellow Honest.

A few-hours long awful affair, and then you were free to shower away the shame and fall asleep in your own uncomfortable bed. Alone.

...But, then, he was on your doorstep in the pouring rain, looking perfectly pitiful, Gidel hiding from the downpour under his coat.

You had grit your teeth and told him two days.

It's been two months.

"I still don't understand," Rollo Flamme says, studiously scrubbing the kitchen floor. He cleans when he's frustrated. "What do you see in that man?"

You wish you knew. Having Fellow and Gidel at Ramshackle was more complicated than Rollo- he, of course, had completed the proper paperwork for a transfer semester. Fellow was twenty-six, unemployed, and, honestly, had no business being anywhere near a school.

"...He's nice to me," you say, which isn't altogether a lie. Fellow had warmed right up to your hospitality.

Rollo scowls. "You could do much better for yourself,"

You shrug. Not really, you think, but you're not in the mood for an argument with him. Not today.

Of course, Fellow couldn't just decide to stay. After his two-day grace period was up, you had to think of some other reason for him to be there.

You're not proud of what you came up with.

"Good morning, honey," Fellow says, waltzing into the kitchen (like he owned the place) and kissing your forehead. Rollo mumbles something under his breath and starts scrubbing faster.

"Morning," you nod.

He hums, and kicks his feet up at the rickety kitchen table. Fellow had never once commented on, or complained of, Ramshackle's sorry state- the rotting wood, the peeling wallpaper, the smell of mold and mildew. Rollo had already written the headmage several strongly worded letters about your living conditions. Fellow had sunk right in.

You glance at him. "Where's Gidel?"

"Sleeping," Fellow says, picking his teeth with his pinky. "He's not used to the soft mattress yet, it keeps him up."

"Wh- soft mattress?" Rollo scoffs, scrubbing so fast you think the floor may catch fire from the friction.

You try not to stare. "Is the guest room- I mean, is your room, uncomfortable?"

"Nah, he's just not used to comfort,"

You and Rollo share a look, the boy silently begging you not to give in to whatever Fellow is trying to squeeze out.

You ignore him.

"...My mattress is firm," you offer. "Gidel can have my bed."

Fellow grins, giving you a good look at his fangs. "Aw, could he? How sweet,"

Rollo glares at you. You ignore that, too.

"But... ah, then I suppose you're out of a bed," Fellow tsks. "Can't have that, can we? Well, I suppose you can share mine. It's the least I could do, after how welcoming you've been, and all."

Rollo throws off his rubber cleaning gloves and stands. "Certainly not. I suggest you stay downstairs, on the sofa, and the Prefect will have your room,"

Fellow feigns offense, setting a well-worn gloved hand over his heart. "Well, look who woke up on the wrong side of the pulpit today!"

You rub your eyes. You're not sure if you can handle another argument between the two of them.

"It's fine," you tell Rollo (but it does little to calm him). "I don't mind sharing a bed with him."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Fellow smirks. Rollo clenches his fists and you force yourself between them.

"We can talk about this later," you assure, knowing full-well you wouldn't be seeing either of them all day, if you could help it.

"I'm not going to bite-"

You have to hit Fellow with your pillow to keep him on his side of the bed. He falls with a dramatic fwump, groaning as if you'd shot him.

"So I'm not allowed to show you my appreciation, is that it?"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Don't be dirty," Fellow scolds, sitting up. "I only meant that you deserve to be doted on. As much as you dote on others, at least."

You scoff. "I don't... dote,"

He scoots closer, taking the plush pillow from your hands and tossing it aside.

"Fine, then you're a pushover. But even pushovers deserve to be pampered sometimes,"

He wraps his arms around your waist and drags you into his lap. You let him, for reasons you don't quite understand yourself.

"There. See? I'm not going to eat you," he says, patting your head as if you were a puppy. "If we're going pretend we're in love, we should at least act the part, you know."

"You're a better actor than I am," you mumble, and he laughs.

"Aw, I'm a better actor than everyone," he pinches your cheeks between his pointers and his thumbs. "But that's no reason not to try."

"I'm doing my best!"

"Really? Then you could at least pretend not to hate me,"

You tsk as you're toted around like a toy, trapped against his chest. At least he's warm. His arms are securely around your sides, his chin on your shoulder.

"I don't hate you," you mutter.

Fellow scoffs. "Coulda fooled me... guess you're a better actor than I thought,"

He flips you onto your front, stomach-down on the soft mattress, and his whole weight on yours.

"You looked stiff today," he says. "A little pressure ought to sort that out."

You have no response to that. The bed in your room is the most uncomfortable in Ramshackle, after all. And Fellow is warm and soft and you haven't felt so safe in your own dorm since...

...Well, ever.

You kinda hate how that works.

He kisses the side of your head, as if trying to keep you from thinking too much. You can sort of hear the fwish, fwish, fwish of his tail wagging.

"Are you happy with yourself?" you mumble. Fellow smiles into the crook of your neck, and, finally, speaking with some honesty:

"Very. Very happy,"

[jamieroyjamieroy]

It doesn’t matter how many times Buck has stood at this exact spot, it still doesn’t seem real. No matter how much time has passed it still feels like a nightmare he will soon wake up from. It hasn’t gotten easier. Time hasn’t healed the hole in Buck’s life. In his heart. He still misses the only real father he ever had.

Standing by Bobby’s grave, as he has done so many times, Buck lays flowers and updates Bobby on his life. “Can you believe we celebrated our three year wedding anniversary last week? Thankfully we have gotten better at the anniversary celebrations.” Buck chuckles wiping a tear at how much of his life Bobby has missed out on.

Not having Bobby at his wedding was one of the hardest days of his life. Athena’s toast proclaiming how proud Bobby would have been to see Buck married to the love of his life, at how Buck had matured and grown into the man he is today both break his heart and healed him. He has only ever wanted to make Bobby proud of him.

“I’m sorry it’s taken us so long to come and visit Bobby, I’m sure you remember what it was like trying to leave the house with a newborn.” Buck smiles as the tiny bundle he carries on his chest starts to stir, a comforting hand rubs circles on his back. “Tommy and I would like to introduce you to our son. Daniel Robert Kinard. Don’t worry when he is old enough I will teach him all of Grandpa Bobby’s family recipes.”

Buck spends tearful moments updating Bobby on all he will teach his son. Everything Bobby taught him about how to be a good man. “I hope I’m half the father to my son as you were to me. I miss you Bobby.” Buck whispers, the pain of Bobby’s loss still sharp despite the years. Daniel’s fussing brings their time at Bobby’s grave to a close with promises to be back soon.

Tommy watches as his husband and child walk back to their car, his time alone with Bobby a regular occurrence on visits like these. “You would be so proud of him Bobby. He is the man you knew he could be and so much more. That’s all thanks to you. I owe you so much Bobby, more than I could ever repay. But I promise to keep looking after him, to keep loving him. Thank you for being his father, for choosing him. I don’t know that we would be here today if you didn’t love him like you did.” Tommy wipes at his eyes saying his goodbyes to Bobby before rejoining his family.

It doesn’t matter how many times Tommy has thanked Bobby it will never be enough. It doesn’t matter how many times they visit his grave it still doesn’t seem real.

[gallard0-5]

“Finally understanding..”

part 5 of the in-ho one shot series

Summary- We’re you this naive?.. He was always known as Mr.Hwang, now in the backseat of his car he was In-ho.

Pairing In-ho x young fem character

warning ⚠️ age gap. reader is 18 and In-ho is 40.

Mrs Hwang had a few friends over at her home including your mother..and you.

“I just know that you and your husband high five each other after seeing your daughter, she was absolutely beautiful at her debutante” They all laughed, then continued to look at the pictures from the big event

“And who’s this?” They asked asked looking at the picture of you and Dae-ho

“Aw well that’s actually her boyfriend” your mom playfully shushed at her friends at there excitement

“So when will this poor boys funeral be hm? Stealing daddy’ little girl” One of her friends teased

“You think i’m crazy? as far as he knows he’s just a friend that happened to be her date for the evening. But I don’t know how long we can keep it on the low..

I swear he’s absolutely head over heels for her” They all gushed at how sweet that was

“Have you met him?” Mrs Hwang asked

“Yes actually, his name is Dae ho, Kang Dae-ho. I met him only briefly when I had to practically sneak y/n back inside the house. I caught them outside together after a date. They looked like deer in headlights, but he was such a gentlemen and saying that he didn’t want to keep her out too late.”

Her friends went on gushing how sweet that was

“Yea, the cute love stories that y/n tells me about him. How he’s practically prince charming” her mother said making her friends laugh

“And what does he do?” Mrs Hwang asked

Your mom cleared her throat before speaking again

“Well he’s actually a builder” She said casually hoping her friends wouldn’t judge too much

“A hard hat? really?”

“So much for a prince”

Your mother rolled her eyes at her friends mean comments

“Y/n could have actually been with a prince and yet you have her with someone who only builds the castle?”

Miss Hwang saw your mothers look of shame while the other women practically were scowling at her for letting you be with such a man

“Money isn’t everything. If she’s letting her only daughter see this man, then he has got to be a prince charming” Mrs Hwang playfully winked at your mother trying to make her feel better, not letting her friends get the best of her

“Have you thought of marriage between the two?” her friends gasped at Miss Hwangs blunt question

“She’s much too young, she’s just even starting university”

“On the contrary, you were about the same age when you married were you not?”

Mrs Hwang remembered that time.. being in the same predicament you would be in too if your mother soon will realize in-ho’s desire..

You came to the table refilling their tea.

“Oh y/n your necklace for your debutante was so beautiful”

“Would you believe that Mr hwang gifted it to her himself, I tell you he sometimes spoils her more than her own father does” your mother said while she playfully pinched your face

Mrs Hwang just looked at the picture of you in the newspaper in your beautiful dress, upset that she would always know the backstory of that piece of jewelry..

“Is he working today?” your mother asked

You told them that he indeed was working.. all day actually. Pleased that she was able to keep him away from you this time..

But the familiar sound of his car in the driveway was heard.. making her realize that she spoke too soon.

Miss Hwang didn’t even bother looking up towards her husband.. being so sick and tired of this show that she had to put on for her friends

“So glad to see again, would you like me to prepare something for you?”

Mrs Hwang was about to interject telling you that he’s fine but of course In-ho was one step ahead of you..

He happily accepted and watched him follow you to the kitchen, he looked back towards Mrs Hwang as if he knew she was watching him. She gently scoffed shaking her head as she listened to In-ho gushing over how delicious the food that she made looked.

“Y/n dear, why don’t you bring that plate of pastries over here?” Miss Hwang called out

You brought over the tray of treats with In-ho of course right behind you.. Miss Hwang’s eyes widened when he casually put his hand on your lower back when you bent down with the tray

“I’m so sorry but I forgot that I had to meet someone soon”

Mrs Hwang smiled at the perfect opportunity for you to leave..

“Oh dear, that’s perfectly fine. Our driver will take you”

You happily thanked her and said your goodbyes then making your way to the waiting car.

The driver politely opened the car door open, shyly thanking him while you went inside. You got scared when your passenger seat on the other side opened

“Sorry, but I just got called for work” Mr Hwang said sliding into his seat then telling the driver to start going

He doesn’t say anything for minute, just looking forward

“Are you going to see that boyfriend of yours?” he asked still looking ahead

You look down smiling nodding your head blushing now thinking of your Dae-ho..

“You can’t be serious” he says with a deep sigh

“I’m sorry?..” Mr Hwang then looks at you with a serious expression

“Do you know what I do for work?” you furrowed your brows while gently shaking your head in confusion at the random question.

You yelped when he quickly and puts his arm over you roughly pulling you to him.

“Mr Hwa-!”

“I was thinking of you today” he tightened his hold on you when you tried to get away from him

“One of my workers today had told me my mind was wandering.. I could see his mouth open and close, but I couldn’t hear a word.”

You just kept trying to get out of his hard hold while he spoke. He then brought his face closer to yours

“I could smell you. It was distracting” he placed his hand on one of your breast making you almost cry while you tried to grab his hand away

“Two men. We arrested two men at the train station today.. one of them we stabbed and killed him.. the other had his head sliced open.” he turned facing you, putting his hand on your leg sliding up your skirt

“P-please don’t h-hurt me” you closed your eyes now crying not knowing what to do

“Half his brains were gone!” he whispered harshly while keeping his tight his hold on you

“Now thinking of that piece of vermin you call your boyfriend or you with any other man..I can’t even think straight!”

You kept your eyes closed hoping this nightmare would end.

“Your young new curves.. the pheromones streaming off your body”

You gasped loudly when he grabbed your face making you look at him

“How many times have you let that shit use you?”

You had you’re mouth open but it was hard to speak

“Answer me!” You flinched at his raised voice

“I don’t know what you mean!”

he slowly smiled then loosened

his grip on your face.

“Your father has worked hard on protecting your sweet femininity” saying softly while caressing your face.

“If it was up to me I would’ve never let you even step foot out the house. Making you realize that i’m the only one you need”

You stayed silent, thinking that this couldn’t be happening

“Now do you understand my sweet girl?” he said nicely while

he ran his hand through your hair

You slowly just shook your head afraid of saying anything.

“I adore you..can’t you see that you’re meant for me?”

You gasped when he leaned over to reach your side of the car opening the door for you. You looked out and didn’t even realize you were at your house.

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A Misdemeanor Of The Heart, Chapter 46 (Human Alastor x Married Reader)

CW: murder thoughts, DV, ya know, the usual

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Alastor waited in the trees for the parked in front of your house to leave. Sunlight filtered down through the tree cover, breaking up the shade. Birds chirped their morning songs, filling his ears with chatter he disregarded. He felt like he was bursting with energy as he stood, rooted in place, waiting, listening. 

He couldn’t see where it sat, but he would hear the engine of the car when it started. Alastor knew well that Laurence’s business was near shutting the doors and he was desperate for funds. Mimzy was sending him a good four-hour drive out of town in the hopes of a big payday. 

Inside the house, hidden away from Alastor’s sight, you crashed to the floor, only to be pulled back to your feet by a fist in your hair. You had messed up Laurence’s cup of coffee and he was ever more volatile, reacting with such an explosion of rage that you were ill prepared to protect yourself. 

“Please,” you said, only to have the words cut off by the squeeze of his hand around your throat. The choking feeling of your airway being restricted, growing tighter until you couldn’t pull in a breath, was becoming normal. 

What was also becoming normal was the way you’d think about the vial of powdered poison, hidden with your sanitary rags. A week, perhaps two, you and Alastor had agreed and then you’d start sprinkling a little of the powder in his foods. 

It was selfish, but you wanted Laurence in good health for a week while he was busy trying to earn the money for the payment owed to Alastor. It wasn’t about the money, though you would feel better having more of that debt paid. 

It was about the time. After being with Alastor for days, then without him for what felt like eternity, you wanted time with him. It was worth it. All the extra pain and hurt Laurence would cause you for just a little longer with Alastor before things started.

It was likely that once Laurence fell ill, he would spend more time in the home. Once the poison really took hold, it was certain Laurence would find himself home bound before he was bedridden. He would be home, milling about when he had the strength to do so and then writhing away in the bed when his strength failed him, looking for you to step out of line. 

Eyes would be on you as you played the role of the concerned, doting wife. It wasn’t unheard of for a wife to poison her husband and it was imperative that you did not see Alastor during that time outside of tending to your husband’s business to keep the whispers at bay. No one could suspect anything. 

Your vision swam back, bringing you to the present moment as his hand left your throat. Air filled your lungs in gasping, painful breaths. You leaned against the wall, failing to keep your knees locked. Wide eyes followed him as he walked out of the door, slamming it hard enough that the paintings on the wall rattled as you settled onto the floor. 

Trembling fingers braced against the stairs, digging into the polish while you willed your body to work. You pulled yourself onto your knees, each painful breath ripping through your throat. The engine of the car roared to life, channeling the anger of its owner. He pulled away from the house with the scream of tires. You hated how your hands were trembling, that he still held such power over you even as he left you behind. 

You hated him, really. You hated how he touched you, how he caused you pain. More than anything, you hated how he marred your appearance, stealing any hope that the man you loved would find you pretty. 

Tapping sounded from the back door, soft but deliberate. You wanted to call out to him, to tell him to come in, but your throat was still screaming in silent agony. It hurt to do so much as pull air through it. Croaking out a soft sound sent pain flaring to life. 

Alastor didn’t wait for your invitation, though. The door squeaked softly on the hinges, reminding you how badly they needed oiling once again, as he pushed open the door. 

Though he could be reasonably sure that Laurence had left, he did not call out for you. Instead, he waited, listening as he inched the door open wider, allowing him to slip inside. 

Your heels clicked against the polished wood floors as you finally got to your feet. Tears ran down your face. This was not how you wanted him to find you. 

You had hoped to have breakfast made for Alastor, simple though it would have been. Fruit would have been sliced, plated neatly along with fresh toasted bread and preserves and a few eggs. Meat would have been too hard to explain away, but you could lie about where a few eggs had gone. 

Instead, Alastor was creeping through your kitchen toward you. It was a matter of time before he saw your condition. You knew what he would say. 

“Cher,” he whispered when his eyes caught sight of you. Strong arms wrapped around you, providing you with security and support. You sagged into his chest, though you had wanted to stand strong. 

“Alastor,” you croaked out, not sure if the word would come. 

“Are you alright?” 

Nodding, you struggled to answer the question verbally as he turned your face this way and that, tilting your chin up for a better view of the damage to your neck. 

“If we’re not careful, he’s going to kill you before we have a chance to kill him.” 

“I’m okay.” The hoarseness of your voice accused you of being a lier. “How long?” 

“Today?” Alastor asked when your voice failed to allow you to specify your question further. “We’ve got most of the day until I need to get to the station. He’s got a good four hours of drive time each way,”

“Good,” you sighed the word, relaxing into Alastor’s chest. 

“Let’s get you sitting down.” Alastor led you to the couch, sitting you down on the stiff cushions. “Have you eaten anything yet?” 

“No.” You tried to stand, only to have him push you back down softly. It took little force at all for Alastor to keep you rooted in place. “I was-” your voice was broken but coming stronger as more time passed. “I was going to make us breakfast.” 

“I’ll do it.” Alastor leaned down, kissing the corner of your mouth softly. “You rest. I’ll bring you some water.” 

When had you last been taken care of? Not from a sense of guilt or in order to convince you that what had happened to you was somehow alright but honestly taken care of? Out of love? Before Alastor?

It hadn’t been once with Laurence. No, it was when you were still a girl, living in your parent’s home, you were sure of it. 

Was it wrong to cry over such tender actions? The tears running down your face as you listened to Alastor filling a glass with water in the kitchen made you feel ridiculous. 

You were almost on your feet as Alastor returned, quickly tsking you as he softly pushed you to sit back down before putting the glass of water in your hand. He watched while you took a drink, softly brushing the tears from your skin. 

“Here,” Alastor placed two powdery aspirin in your hand. “It’s just a matter of time before your neck pains you. Better to get ahead of it.” He watched, waiting, as you popped the two pills into your mouth and drank them down. 

“Good girl,” Alastor said, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head to look up at him. The simple praise made your face flush. Such a thing shouldn’t have impacted you so much, but it did. “Now sit here, rest, and let me make you breakfast.” 

“Alright,” you whispered, trapped in his eyes. You wanted to argue, but with how your throat hurt, it would do you no good.

Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before standing straight again. It felt right to watch him walk away from you. It felt right to be cared for by him. 

You waited, listening to him move around the kitchen. Footsteps and clattering of dishes made a new music, a tune you had never heard before. Soft humming accompanied this new music, completing it.

In your defense, you tried to sit on the couch and wait. Curiosity drew you slowly to your feet, sending you into toward the kitchen where you were rewarded with a sight that made all the pain worth it, at least in the moment. The sun lit up his hair, reflecting off the rims of his glasses and the knife in his hand, casting him in a heavenly glow. Expertly, he sliced through fruit, building two simple small plates. 

“You’re supposed to be resting,” Alastor said, only glancing at you over his shoulder. 

“You’re… You’re really handsome,” you whispered, walking into the kitchen.

You ran your hand up his back, taking in the feel of him as you hooked your hand over his shoulder. 

“I certainly hope you think so,” Alastor laughed, turning under your hand to wrap his arms around your waist. “A man could only hope that such a pretty lady would find him even half as pleasing to her eyes as he finds her to his.” 

“Oh, and you had doubt?” you teased, voice still strained and scratchy as you ran your hand up his chest, taking in the strong muscles in his shoulders. You made your way to glide the tips of your fingers into the short hairs at the back of his neck. 

“Maybe.” Alastor leaned down, letting the pressure of your fingers guide his lips to yours. “When I see your beauty, I question why you’d want me.” 

“You’re kind,” you spoke, kissing his jaw. “You’re gentle.” Another kiss took you closer to his lips. “Your voice warms me from the inside out.” You kissed the corner of his lips, “And I cannot imagine you hurting anyone.” 

It was his turn to kiss you, backing you across the small room until he had you pinned between him and the cabinet. He breathed you in as his lips devoured yours. You held him to you, as if you could somehow get closer to him. 

“You have no idea.” Alastor pulled your chin up, kissing down your jaw and along the red marks left by your husband’s hands on your neck. “The things I am capable of, but I swear to you, I will never hurt you.” 

You closed your eyes and in that second you saw him standing in your kitchen, alight with the morning sun in a very different image. It was a picture painted with blood, colored with wild eyes. The image made your heart race, not from desire but terror. 

“Alastor?” The wave of fear washed over you, leaving nothing but love in its wake as his eyes met yours again. Warm brown eyes chased away any feeling other than love for him, promising only safety. “I-” 

“Need to sit down and let me bring you a plate.” Alastor finished for you, stepping back and giving you room to breathe. 

“But-” you stepped forward, back into his embrace. The rich smell of coffee and forest clung to him, wrapping around you as much as his arms did. “This is what I want.” 

Alastor hummed, kissing you deeply. The vibration of his voice in your kiss left you wanting more. You wanted to feel the vibration of his vice as you made him-

Alastor’s grin split the kiss as his hand left your back and pulled the chair away from the small kitchen table. He chuckled as he pushed you to sit. The sound evolved into a warm laugh when you squeaked in outrage. 

“Breakfast,” he said as you whined his name. “We have all day.” 

“All day,” you whispered as you looked up at him, searching for a promise in his eyes. 

“All day,” Alastor swore, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on your lips as he set your plate in front of you. “First breakfast, then we clean, and then we dance.” 

While you had been eager to indulge in Alastor’s touches, the taste of his kisses, the domestic bliss of being with him again soothed any potential rejection you had felt. You had craved what you had in the villa. It was so easy to boil what was shared in that little space down to just searing hot touches and needy gasps, but it was this that you really had been missing. 

Being with Alastor, alone, safe and at peace. You had missed the idle chatter, hearing him talk about his broadcasts, about music and the events he would discuss. He wanted to hear your thoughts, the things you liked and how you passed your time. It was easy to fall into that again as you both ate the simple breakfast. 

“I wish we could go out,” you said as he washed the dishes and you set to work drying them. It wouldn’t do to leave more than one person’s dishes in the dish rack. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t complain.” 

Alastor silenced you with a kiss he crossed the narrow kitchen to deliver right on your lips, fleeting and leaving you longing for more. “I know, my love.” You leaned into his touch. “It’s too risky right now.” 

“I know.” 

“I’ll be here with you,” He promised. “As much as I can.”

“You won’t grow bored?” You admitted the core of your fear timidly. 

“Bored?” Alastor chuckled as he pulled you into his arms, spinning you to music only playing in his mind. “I’ll be here with you. We can dance, listen to the radio. I can play the piano for you. We can call it practice for when you’re really mine.” 

“Practice?” You stumbled over his foot, clinging to him as he kept you upright. 

“We can cuddle on the couch, read books and hold eachother while music plays.” Alastor led you through the living room, shoes softly clicking against the hardwood floors. 

“That would be nice,” you whisper, looking away.

“But?” Alastor asked as he pulled you down onto the couch with him. 

“I don’t have any books,” you admitted.

“You have no books?” Alastor looked around, taking in the lack of reading material in the living space. He had simply assumed you kept yours in the bedroom or in the office, though now that he thought about it for a moment, he couldn’t recall seeing anything a lady would read anywhere. 

“Laurence- he thinks reading isn’t a good use of time for a woman.” You kept your eyes on your lap, fingers picking at eachother. “My time is better spent cooking, cleaning and looking after the home. If I have extra time, then I can play the piano or I’m not cleaning well enough.” 

“I see,” Alastor hummed, waiting to see if you would tell him more. 

“I- cleaning and errands take a while, especially when I’m in pain.” 

“Well,” Alastor said, as he tightened his arms around you. “I’m here now and I’ll be here every day, if I can. I’ll help you with your cleaning, so you have time for me.”

“You really don’t need to, Alastor.” 

“And I’ll bring you books. A lady should have the chance to indulge in passing the time with a good book, just like any man. What would you like to read?” 

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I- I had read romance books as a girl, but it’s been years now- you know, passed between friends. I hadn’t wanted to read them in the last few years, though, maybe now?” 

“Why’s that?” Alastor asked, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. 

“Because I thought it wasn’t real. I thought the way they portrayed love, being kissed- I thought it was a lie. I was angry about that for a while.” 

“But now?” 

“Now I see it wasn’t. It wasn’t that the books lied to me, it was that my husband wasn’t the right man. I just hadn’t meant the right man yet. Maybe, now that I knew how good it can be, I’d enjoy them again.” 

“Do you have a book in mind?” Alastor asked, kissing your temple. “A new one or an old favorite?” 

“Oh, I don’t know.” You fidgeted with your hands. “I haven’t really given it much thought. It- it feels like a whole different world now.” 

“What if I bring you some?” Alastor’s grip tightened around you, “We can find out what you like together.”

“I would like that,” you whispered as you settled deeper into Alastor’s arms. 

There was comfort in his embrace, in the warmth of his touch. You took shelter in that comfort, letting it relax you as you listened to the pounding of Alastor’s heart. 

“What are your plans for the day?” Alastor asked as you sagged in his arms, growing more relaxed with each heartbeat. 

“I’ve got the cleaning to do,” your words were mumbled and slurred as you drifted in the warmth of him. “The floors and,” you yawned, timidly covering your mouth as you did so, “the dusting.” 

“Rest, for now at least,” Alastor said as he held you, waiting as sleep took you. It didn’t surprise him you were tired. Healing the body took great energy reserves, and it was hard to rest properly when you were in pain and in fear of the man sleeping next to you. You needed your rest and Alastor would see that you had it.

He waited, holding you as you drifted off until he was sure he could set you on the couch and leave you undisturbed. He didn’t mind the wait, though. It was a privilege to hold you as drifted into sleep, one that had been denied to him since the last shared night in the villa. 

In due time, it would be a privilege he would have every night. Oh yes, Alastor eagerly awaited the time when that would be the case. He would ensure you were seen off to sleep safely tucked in his arms every night.

His routine would have to change, Alastor realized that now. It was alright, though. Change was good. It would do him good to spend more nights at home and fewer nights tucked away in Mimzy’s speakeasy… or hunting. It wasn’t a proper husband’s place to be at the bar, slinging back drinks with a wife at home. 

The thoughts of his hunts circled through his head as he lifted you off his lap and laid you out on the couch. Strands of hair fell onto your face as you shifted on the couch, only for Alastor to brush them away. 

“Rest, Cher.” He whispered, leaning down as he placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. 

Alastor would see to the dusting first, he decided. It would give him the freedom to poke around your home with an innocent cover. If he was honest, Alastor didn’t expect to find anything of note, anything he didn’t already know about you, but he needed to pass the time somehow. 

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Happy birthday, Sylus!

Tags: fluff, established relationship, reader is female and married to sylus, they kiss hehe, nicknames used:my love (both you and sylus cakl each other that), part of my LADS parenting au, appearances of sylus' kids (nyx, asteria, and seth), NOT PROOFREAD

A/n: birthday fic for sylus!! Birthday fic for sylus! Happy birthday to Sylus my beloved loml!! Here's a little birthday fic from me to you! And yes this is under my parenting au so we get to see the little twins and Seth. For reference, nyx and asteria are 7 and baby seth is 10 months old . Many thanks as well to @deusfoundry and @abyssyby for helping me figure out how old the kids should be😭😭 and additionally dedicating this to my own sylus @sylusonychinus mwah

Wc: 873 words

“Happy birthday to you!” You smiled, handing Sylus the cake you and the girls—Nyx and Asteria picked out for him. Luke and Kieran repeated the same sentiments as well, clapping their hands as they began to sing Happy birthday.

The children, Nyx and Asteria looked up to their father with expecting eyes.

“Do you like the cake we picked, papa?” Nyx asked first.

“I picked the color!” Asteria smiled, “I said to mommy that it should match your eyes!”

Sylus hummed knowingly, getting the cake from your hands and inspecting it. It was a red cake with white buttercream icing. Red fondant shaped like flowers slowly cascaded down from the sides with red edibles crystals filling the center.

“What an interesting selection, Asteria,” Sylus smiled, glancing at the cake. “It does match my eyes.”

Asteria beamed. “It does! And Nixie picked the designs!”

“I picked flowers because you always give them to mama…” Nyx said, glancing up at her father. “Do you like it as well, daddy?”

Sylus looked down and smiled, ruffling her hair with a free hand. “I love it, princess. It's very nice.”

“And what did Seth contribute? It can't be just you two…” Sylus asked. The smaller twins looked at each other and giggled.

“He picked the candle!” They said at the same time, pointing at Seth, who was asleep in his uncle Kieran's chest. Luke immediately grabbed the candle from the bag and showed it to him.

“This one!” He said, “Little boss picked it for you!” Sylus lets out a hearty laugh. “Lovely…”

He sets the cake down, placing the candle at its center. You kissed him again, mumbling a simple Happy birthday.

“And what did my sweet wife get for me?” Sylus teased, glancing at you. His eyes are soft and full of love and devotion. He knew what you got him— the destination, the cake, the surprise, the utter love and devotion you had given him with your efforts every year on his birthday.

“Everything.” You whispered.

Sylus rarely celebrated his birthday.

He would wake up on the 18th, go to work or the gym, and give himself a nice glass of liquor with the sound of his recorder playing in the background.

On the rare years he celebrated, he would buy a small cake and enter his room. He'd try to sing a quiet happy birthday before blowing the candles and taking a small bite of the cake and then leaving it in the fridge of the base.

When Luke and Keiran came around, they made it their life's mission to find out their boss-man's birthday.

They knew it was April, but not exactly when in April.

Thus, they celebrated every single day. Cakes, streamers, speakers blasting Happy Birthday to You everyday throughout the month of April.

But when you came around, the 18th became a date that you both looked forward to together— quiet nights were replaced with lively dinners and singing, a bigger cake to feed everyone, more gifts from you and the twins (though that is proven quite difficult for a man who had everything).

They sang Happy birthday again, with Nyx and Asteria leading the song. Mephisto and the Orioles recorded it for them to watch later. As it came to an end, Sylus closed his eyes, made a single wish before blowing the candle out.

They all cheered around Sylus once more, taking photos of the surroundings as they opened the picnic basket you brought that stored food and utensils. The excitement seemed to wake up even the youngest of the family.

“Bababappy!” Seth coos. The twins lit up.

“Sethies awake!” The smaller twins said, waving hi to their baby brother.

“Hello little-boss. Should we sing Happy birthday again?” The larger twins asked.

“Babawaaa!” Seth said, reaching out for Sylus. He immediately stepped in, placing the cake aside and picking up his youngest into his arms. He kissed his little forehead and smiled at him.

“Thank you for picking out my candle.” Sylus whispered. Seth looked at him and smiled, showing off his tiny baby teeth. He clapped his little hands and babbles along.

“Yes, yes. Lovely day today, isn't it?” Sylus said, as if interpreting his cheers.

Another happy squeal.

“Thank you, little one. Papa appreciates your birthday wishes for me.”

The family sat down under a maple tree, a large blanket laid out beneath their feet. You sat beside Sylus, leaning against him as the twins, both big and small, ran around the fields of grass and played. They even dragged baby Seth as well, who was happy to be there. They chased and rolled over the grass, his sisters and uncles making sure he wouldn't get too hurt.

“Who decided to dress him in a crow onesie?” Sylus asked, glancing at the youngest. He was wearing a crow onesie, the black feathers in the arms making it look like wings.

“Asteria.” You answered with a smile, looking at them too. “She insisted , and well Seth doesn't mind.”

He laughed. He looked at them once more and then back at you, the cake slice in between.

“Thank you.” Sylus whispered gently, kissing your forehead. “Thank you, my love.”

You smiled, kissing his cheek. “You're welcome, my love.”

[tameodesza]

then. now. forever.

Shawnter SMAU┊part i ㅤ

summary ⁞ shawn and hunter send the wrestling world into a frenzy when they go public with their relationship

disclaimer ⁞ pics and texts, a sprinkle of past!hartbreak, brief vince mention, fans spiraling

a/n ⁞ this was fun! definitely making it a multi-part series since tumblr limits how many photos i can attach. hope you enjoy!

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𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐖𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇

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𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒

shawnmichaels ✓ posted on instagram

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shawnmichaels Is now a good time to tell yall we’re married? No? Ok, bye 👋🏼 🤠

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sweetchinmusic shawn get your country ass back here! You can't just leave!! WE GOT QUESTIONS

bodyslamia married?!?! like MARRIED married? like til death do us part married?!!??! H E L P

pinfallme WTF?!!!?!!? why they playing head games like this 😖😖😖

wrestlebabe And here i was thinking they were just fuck buddies-

sexyboytoy yall really just came out and left like 🤭 ↳ wrestlebabe honestly, goals

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

shawn's lockscreen

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shawn texts hunter

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓

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tripleh 30 years ago, I asked to be your boyfriend. 10 years ago I asked to be your husband. We’re tag team partners for life, @.shawnmichaels. Then. Now. Forever.

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hhhfanpage this is so fucking sweet, my heart can't take this

sweetchinmusic find me a man that looks at hunter the way shawn does

dailyshawn ‘tag team partners for life’ 🥺 im not crying, you are!

shawnmichaels ✓ And they say you can't turn a hoe into a housewife 😏 ↳ tripleh ✓ shawn...not here 🤦‍♂️ ↳ sexyboytoy shawn already embarrassing hunter lololol! such a menace ↳ wrestlebabe not shawn hinting he was a hoe in the past ↳ sexyboytoy are we really surprised? 90s Shawn was peak whore behavior.

wrestlelife Ok but why am I just now learning 90s Shawn was hot af??? I mean he’s hot now but damn. ↳ dailyshawn 90s Shawn ate DOWN ↳ hhhfanpage right?! I see why Hunter snatched him up

shawniedays 30 years ago...wait... THEY'VE BEEN TOGETHER SINCE 1995?! ↳ hhhfanpage and married since 2015?!?!? ↳ dailyshawn the same year the supreme court ruled in favor of same sex marriage. they tied the not as soon as it became legal 🥹 my babiiies

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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐖𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐁 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒

realkevinnash ✓ posted on instagram

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realkevinnash Been kickin it with these two since the 90's. I always knew they were made for each other. I'll never forget Hunter coming to me all nervous about asking Shawn out, and I told him to just go for it. Never did I think it would lead to me being the best man at their wedding. Love you guys. #Kliq4Life  #ShawnterConfirmed

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sexyboytoy the hashtag, I CANT!

sweetchinmusic Shawnter acknowledgment?!?! kevin's been shipping them since day one 😭

wrestlelife so we got Kevin to thank for this?! THANK YOU BIG SEXY 🙌

shawnmichaels ✓ Thanks for giving Hunter the balls to ask me out 🥺. You earned your spot as best man ‪‪❤︎‬ by author ↳ hhhfanpage kevin being best man over shawn's own brother is crazy work lol. i stan

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stephaniemcmahon I’m so proud of these two! We are so fortunate to live in a time where ALL love can be celebrated. Seeing my best friends live so freely brings happy tears to my eyes #LoveAlwaysWins!

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shawnmichaels ✓ You’ve always been our biggest cheerleader, besides Kevin of course haha. Thank you for always being there for us ‪‪❤︎‬ by author

sexyboytoy LOVE WINSSSS!!!

sweetchinmusic ok how many of their friends are actual shawnter stans lol

hhhfanpage anyone else confused here?? are they in an open relationship orrrr???? ↳ wrestlebabe i honestly forgot all about stephanie 😗 good question ↳ wrestlelife triple h won at life ↳ sweetchinmusic shane also liked the post, liiike i am confuzzled😵‍💫

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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

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𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐔𝐌

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 shawn's dm's

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shawn texts hunter

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𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬

[pantiesandpamperssissypart2]

Shane was frankly shocked at how quickly his niece had taken to humiliating a diaper, yes, bitch like himself.

He'd known about her OnlyFans account for a year, after his wife told him about it after his niece Kaylie had confided in her. The 25-year-old daughter of his sister, Kaylie had always been a bit of a wild child, bounced between jobs, and was now trying her hand at OnlyFans.

He swore he wouldn't check it out. Swore! That would be too fucked up, even for someone like himself, a first-class pervert who only ejaculated in pissy or poop-filled Pampers, and had subjected himself to every form of humiliation known to man.

But of course a sissy can't hold out forever. So one night he took a peek. Pretty standard stuff. Pay her some bucks and she'd show her ass, pussy or tits. Great for regular men, not so great for him. Well, that and the whole niece part.

A few months later he looked again and she'd added "dick pic ratings." Hmmm. She send she'd rate your dick "but be warned if it's a shrimp dick I will laugh." Someone must have taught her some kinky tricks of the trade. Still, he resisted. That would be crossing a line, right? Send his one-inch dick pic to his niece to be mocked?

Fast-forward even more months later. And the sissy--married, living a normal man's life--had fallen into the clutches of a dominant daddy. A dominant daddy who had slowly and surely worked his way into the sissy's brain, tormenting him, humiliating him and eventually convincing Shane to send him his full name and address, and face pics of him in his Pampers. Oh-oh. Exposure? Not quite yet. But the threat hovered.

Eventually in their chats Shane revealed his niece's OnlyFans, which delighted the daddy. Weeks later his daddy wrote and said he'd been chatting with Kaylie and lo and behold had worked with her on talking to adult babies and sissy fags. "And your niece has really taken to it. She's seen how lucrative it can be humiliating Pampers pussies."

Next? You can guess. Daddy had Shane writing to his niece on OnlyFans. Submitting to her as a diaper fairy. His niece loved humiliating the sissy she knew as "Sissy Shanna." Whoa, bit too close to his real name but daddy insisted on Shane using that name.

She made him pose. Made him prance around public in diapers. Made him write humiliating phrases on his Pampers. Like Diaper Bitch. Made him cum in his diapers and eat it and eat it he did. He always told daddy about the convos.

Then, the next step.

"Okay, sissy. Time for Kaylie to get a face pic."

Nooooooo. Noooooo, daddy. Shane begged and begged. Daddy relented. "Tell youu what. You don't have to send it to her. I will."

And so daddy did. Sent Kaylie a pic of Shane in a poopy diaper. Sucking a pacifier. Wearing a pink bonnet and a bib that read "Sissy Cocksucker." Tears coming down his face added a nice touch.

Kaylie got the pic. And 30 seconds later Shane got a text from her.

That would be the end of his old manly life. Soon enough everyone in his life would know the real him. He'd be thrown out by his wife. Disowned. Fired. "But it's okay," daddy said. "You'll come live with me and my wife. She hates men and wants them all to be sissy diaper fags and I love sissy fags so you'll have a loving home. And hey, maybe we'll keep having Kaylie help with your training."

[avaawritess]

Random ahh story

Osamu Miya

fluff, time-skip

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You never guessed after high school you'd get with Osamu Miya, the calm collected guy, who only laughed or talked with his friends. You expected to get with a outgoing loud dude, like Atsumu.

You never thought all that eye contact or accidental touches meant anything, even when he would whisper to his friends around you. You thought nothing of it.

Yet here you are across from him while he was behind the counter giving you that sweet smile you loved so dearly. How his eyes creased, how they sparkled when he made you laugh. You fell so deeply in love with him and his jokes nobody found funny, but you still laughed at his dorkiness.

No one would suspect that the mysterious Miya brother was actually the dorkiest, sweetest guy ever. He made you smile in times you felt like crying, he held you in times you felt like falling. He was there for you through everything, and stayed because truthfully, he couldn't bear the thought of another man doing any of that for you.

So maybe that's why he sealed the deal after three years of dating.

You suspected nothing when he wanted to do everything for you. Your nails, hair, even make sure you're wearing a pretty outfit. He understood how you planned things out. This wasn't something he could really ask you to plan, so he tried his best making sure you wouldn't be mad at him when the videographer and photographer got photos and videos of the proposal.

You both were walking on the beach during Christmas break. Families took off and he sent his employees on break to be with family.

You two laughed and he just stared at you with a look of love, he knew he wanted to marry you. Your beautiful eyes, your smart mind, your quick-witted responses, your laughter that seemed to enchant him every time he heard it, he was so in love.

That was when the sun rise was just right when he stopped you knowing how much you loved the ocean, it was perfect timing when dolphins were diving in the distance. "Look y/n dolphins!", he said as you turned, he got on one knee with a smile.

But when you looked back, he forgot to function and slipped up, "me marry you" he said before he lost grip of the ring," shit I thought I had this under control", you smile at his sweetness. He put the ring in the box holding it up again, taking a deep breath, "will you marry me?" he asked palms growing sweaty.

You smile before slowly nodding, "I would love to" you said as he placed the ring on your finger while standing up. Once he was finished you jumped on him.

Forgetting his clumsiness when nervous you both fell down into the sand, smiles etched onto both of your faces.

He tucked a loose hair behind your ear, "your perfect, I love you so much" he said with love in his eyes, "I love you too" you say before you grab the side of his cheek both of you coming close, you kiss awaiting the future sealed with a hopeful kiss.

You were meant for him, and he was meant for you.

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Thank you for reading I was just listening to the song Ordinary by Alex Warren, and another song I forgot. Have a good night.

[donteverblameash]

Stucky headcanons because I might as well do every ship at this point. Multishipping is terrific.

Hcs under the cut :)

-When they first met, Steve would sit all alone in the school yard, drawing in the dirt so Bucky would sit with him and share his carrot sticks. Steve doesn't like carrot sticks, but he ate them anyways.

-The two used to get chronic scraped knees, honestly still do, so at night they take the time to compare new bruises and those that are healing. Normal dude things.

-Growing up, they didn't understand the concept of two boys being so intimate was "wrong" so they didn't understand why people would give them weird looks when they kissed each other on the cheek.

-But now that they're grown, living in the 21st century, they have decided to not give a single fuck and kiss as often as they want when they want.

-In the mornings, Steve takes morning runs, and Bucky makes breakfast because it is considered an Avengers level threat when Steven Grant Rogers is within 12 yards of a cooking apliance.

-Then Steve takes his morning shower...

-"Would you like me to join you, Mister Rogers?" Steve throws a towel at him. It means yes.

-Bucky's therapist recommended he take up a calming hobby, so he decided on knitting. So he spends hours making Steve stuff that he doesn't really need.

-Steve accepts it with a grateful smile regardless.

-Bucky is often Steve muse for drawings, sometimes more reluctantly than others.

-"Buck, stop your wiggling. You're gonna make me mess up!" "Stevie, these stupid ass jeans you put me in are itchin'!"

-Watch out because Bucky and Steve's playful banter can turn into impromptu wrestling matches real quick.

-"Just like Brooklyn 1938, huh?" "Yeah, and just like then, I plan on winning!"

-It usually ends with Bucky smashing kisses into Steve's neck until the latter is a pink and laughing mess. Steve claims he let's Bucky win. No one believes it.

-When Steve gets stressed, he braids and unbraids Bucky's hair over and over until he's calm.

-When Bucky started getting into politics and he would get home after a long day at work, Steve wouldn't usually get a hello right away, more like a: "LOOK AT THIS GODDAMN BULLSHIT!"

-It's become a common occurance for Bucky to text Steve Onion articles and not understand that they are jokes like "What the fuck" and Steve sometimes laughs at them so hard he snorts.

-Bucky till this DAY is STILL trying to teach Steve how to dance, and it is STILL not looking too hot

-He learned how to take video, so he takes time recording this poor man "dancing" and sending it in the GC they have with Sam and Joaquin

-Bucky is the type of mf to say, "Damn, that Steve guy is so hot, wish he was mine" (They've been married for 9 years)

-Steve is almost always holding one of Bucky's hands to stop him from chewing on his fingers.

-Bucky is always waking up in the middle of the night asking Steve the most random things because Steve has been around these parts.

-Steve spent a long time trying to figure out his identity and looking up the specific terms for how he felt before officially coming out.

-Bucky just always knew he liked boys. He doesn't have a lable, just love him, ragged heart and all.

-Steve could write a whole 7 paragraph essay with a thesis over text, and Bucky will still stubbornly respond with the "👍" and it's driving Steve up a wall.

-Bucky forgets that Steve is a little bit taller than him now like all the time so he instinctively goes to looks down to talk to him which prompts Steve, ever the asshole to quip "Eyes up here James Barnes." And it's driving Bucky up a wall.

RAHHH I MAY MAKE MORE ABT THESE WEIRDOS

[fallen-w1ngs]

'' SEND ME NO FLOWERS ,,

|| pairings: bucky barnes x gn!reader

|| warnings: fluff-ish? , really bittersweet , 1940s bucky

|| word count: 1k words

"No, please? Stay the night?"

You gave the best puppy dog eyes you could as you looked up to your partner. Your everything. Your Bucky. He was enlisted and getting sent out first thing in the morning. The two of you had gone steady a few months ago, but you'd known him for years before that.

"Dolll, I-" Bucky snorted and held you close to his chest, his forehead resting against yours before he pressed a small kiss to the tip of your nose. His lips gentle, and his touch was like clouds. "How can I say no t'you?"

A small chuckle left your lips as you ushered him into your home. You agreed that, after the war the two of you would get married. Move in together.. Ah, well, you don't wanna dwell on that right now. You're going to focus on the man right in front of you and that's all.

"You can't say no t'me!" You hugged his waist before pushing him down to the couch. With gentle touch, you grabbed his coat and threw it to the side. He's complained before about how it was tight and hot in it. "And I thank God for it everyday"

"You're so bad, hun"

"You love it"

In a graceful movement, you sat nicely on his lap. Your hands cupping his face as you looked over his face. Trying to remember every wrinkle, every hair, every bump and crevice. You weren't going to see him for months..

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" The man in front of you asked with a worried smile. His hands were placed on your waist, making sure you weren't going to fall or move or anything of the sort. "Why're acting like 'n eager beaver?"

".. You promise you'll be back, right?"

A beat of silence spread between the two of you. James Buchanan Barnes left wordless for a moment. His shoulders tensed, no one would notice. No one but you. He licked his top lip before he captured your lips on his.

"I promise." He whispered against you. "I'll be back quicker than y'can say my name"

You ran a hand through his hair, it was so soft under your touch. You're going to miss moments like this. The sweet man you met gradeschool. You remembered when he was a lanky 12 year old boy, all confident at being 'the fastest kid in the whole school.' Honestly, when you were kids you didn't like him. He was a popular kid in school, everyone loved him

Except you. Which was strange for Bucky. So, of course, he made the great decision to talk to you in the library. You were reading The Great Gatsby.. Which was a heavy book for a 12 year old to read. But that just made Bucky even more enraptured with you.

Ever since then, he'd been glued to your side. After that, you, Bucky, and Steve had become a close knit trio. Everyone knew wherever you went, Bucky and Steve were close behind.

It was only inevitable that you'd fall for one of them.

Ah, well. That's enough reminiscing.. The front lines were the one place you wouldn't be able to follow Bucky to. You weren't enlisted, nor did you want to join the army. Much too violent for you. You wanted to open a bookshop for crying out loud!

"You'll stay safe though, okay, James?"

"Oh no, y'called me James, am I in trouble?" He had his signature smirk on his lips, trying to lighten the mood. It was a, uh, a failed attempt.

"Promise me."

His gaze softened as he kept his eyes locked on yours, his thumbs rubbing small circles on your back. Something he learned to soothe you one day after you had a low grade on a math test.

"I promise, doll."

A small sigh left your lips before you kissed his forehead softly. "I'll send you flowers, 'kay?"

"No."

You huffed and leaned away, your brows furrowed at his quick answer. A small frown on your face. "Why? Embarrassed of me?"

"Not one bit, doll, don't even joke like that," His grip on your waist tightened before he pulled you closer. "I don't want'cha to send me flowers, 'cause I want'cha to save that for our garden."

A small, confused chuckle left your lips. "Garden?"

"When we live together after the war," He whispered and kissed your lips, a quick soft one. "We'll have a big garden, somethin' we can take care of together."

"Buck-"

"We'd have the best front yard in the whole neighborhood," His eyes bore into yours. His blue eyes locked on yours as he looked at you.. Only love and admiration. Unlike his usual teasing nature, he looked at you as if you're the only person in the world. As if he wasn't leaving the next day. In fact, he looked at you as if you'd spend your whole life together..

That was his plan, at least.

"So no flowers, got it, sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes and leaned forward, your forehead resting against his. "I got it."

"Doll?"

"What is it, Bucky?"

"I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat before a giggle escaped your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you placed scattered kisses around his face. You've said you "i love you's" before. But the magic hasn't weared off, not for you at least. Not ever.

"I love you too, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you more then you'll know."

The two of you sat there in a comfortable silence for a while. Quiet conversations between you two before Bucky carried you to your room. Where the both of you cuddled all night and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

You kept him close, stealing away any and all his warmth in the dark of the night.

Sadly, the morning came by, and your Bucky was swept away. Of course, he spared you a kiss before he had to go, promising he'd be back before you could say his name.

If only that promise was kept.

I LOVE 1940S BUCKY. I WANT A WHOLE AHH SERIES ABT 1940S BUCKY BARNES. :(((

[secretlysamcro]

What are your thoughts and feelings on Tara, and also their relationship?

I know Jax was not perfect and he did some shity things but I feel Tara should have taken more accountability for the way her life went.

She was never all in so she shouldn’t have had a baby with him.

Jax gave her a couple of outs yet she stayed.

Like I feel she blamed Jax for her staying but she chose too.

And she knew how much the club and the guys meant to Jax but she looked down on them like shit on her shoe.

I hated her and kind wish she got killed earlier than she did.

Tara was not a good match for him.

Ha! Buckle up cause this is gonna be a long one.

First time I watched the show, 15/16 - no life experience no actual understanding of any fucking thing (even though I thought I knew it all) & when it came to SOA I literally watched it for Jax.

I liked how he looked, how he talked, fuck even how he walked. I would have backed JAX all fucking day, no matter what he did, who he killed, who he hurt I’ll forever be team Jax 🤭(I still do just with more of a level head now, I know right from wrong lol)

& with obsession comes jealousy, I hated Tara, couldn’t fucking stand her. Didn’t care what he did to her I just ??? Could not connect with her at all, I would physically roll my eyes whenever she appeared on the screen. (Sorry Tara lovers don’t drag me again I’m just being honest) & this happened for a while lol even when I rewatched AGAIN, same feelings.

Then, my latest rewatch the end of last year. Oh my god? I honestly think it’s cause I had a baby of my own by then, when it came to her wanting out for the boys etc omg I fucking understood it. I finally saw it from her perspective and it hit me I was like omg I’ve been blinded by my love for Jax this whole time I haven’t actually let myself understand her as a character AT ALL.

so NOW, an actual adult I fucking get it man. & yeah she may have gone around shit the wrong fucking way but overall she just wanted her babies safe (towards the end of the seasons anyway,)

He did give her many outs even before she got pregnant by him, married to him etc & your right she should have took them, but it made me think if it was me??? Would I have taken those outs??? Probably not, (but when I had babies - yes)

BUT love for Jax aside, I dunno if I think they were the right match either, but they had their cute times!!! and if they WERE I don’t think we got to see enough of it man, I now I WISH they showed us more of just them. Like their younger days etc. I know there’s tiny bits mentioned or like on their rap sheets they were both arrested together for drunk & disorderly behaviour and stuff but I think we didn’t get to SEE enough of that you know?

& I DO have a heart btw lol. The scene when he finds her? Ugh the acting by Charlie there is - chefs kiss. & such a sad fucking scene - I did cry lol.

So overall, NOW (ten+ years later lol), she’s aighttttt. Not one of my favourite characters but I get it. Still prefer Wendy tho (AFTER she got her shit together of course)

Thank you for these questions, they’re so fun to answer hehe 🤭🖤