#sadly my plan did not succeed because no one i knew groaned when they opened the card they got

[museganjin]

look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair (or, i showed this to a guy and its "demonic" energy was so potent that he promptly fell out of the chair desk he was sitting in and toppled it over with a loud noise)

mnm yaoi

[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Be My Valentine?

AO3 Link: Read here

Square Filled: Squirting

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 8,770 (oops. Sorry).

Rating: Explicit 18+!

Summary: It’s Dean and Y/N’s first Valentine’s Day, and he has a romantic evening planned, with surprises which he can’t wait to share with her.

Warnings: So much fluff. Like, so much. Dean being sweet and romantic (yes, that’s a warning). And then so much smut. Swearing, Dirty talk, D/S elements, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader, Oral Sex (Female receiving), Vaginal fingering, Squirting, Gags, Brief impact play (belt), Restraints (belt), Brief spanking, Unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it, guys), Rough sex. More fluff.

Music: Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton (Dean and Y/N street scene)

Life’s Lessons Spotify Playlist 

Created for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: The first time stamp*! Wooo! I’m so excited for you guys to read it, I really hope you love it, because I sure had a great time writing these two again, all loved up and ready to celebrate Valentine’s Day! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

*This is a time stamp for my series Life’s Lessons so it’ll make more sense if you’ve read that first, but I do think it can enjoyed as a sweet and smutty Valentine’s Day fic! ;)

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Dean stood at the kitchen bench and smirked as he stared down at the date on his phone. The coffee brewed in the machine behind him, as sunlight streamed in through the little picture window. It the most important date on the calendar that all couples go through, and he was excited.

It was February 14th. Valentine’s Day. The designated day you show the person you love most how much they mean to you. This time around was going to be the most special this little holiday had ever been for him, because this time around he had a woman who was truly, undoubtedly, his.

Y/N was the woman he had been waiting for and he couldn’t wait to make tonight a great night for both of them.

As he poured himself a cup of coffee and some for her in a travel mug, Y/N walked into the kitchen, dressed in a tight, high-waisted pastel pink skirt and white shirt, with a small white with pink polka dots scarf tied into a bow under the collar of the shirt. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she had her red glasses on. Dean felt his body heat up, knowing how much he enjoyed her fulfilling his teacher fantasy, so much so that whenever she got dressed for work, he always needed to calm himself down.

Y/N smiled at him as she walked over, kissing him softly as he slid a plate across the bench, some toast and a little bacon which he had already made, ready for her.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him again before digging into her breakfast.

“No problem.” He smiled as he leaned against the bench, facing her. He continued to drink his coffee as she ate, both of them in content silence.

“I’ve got a half day today,” he informed her. “Ready to take you out tonight and tomorrow off, too.”

She smiled, unable to hide how excited she was for their night out. He was being incredibly secretive, and she was dying to know.

She ate quickly, washing up her plate once she was done. As she walked away from the sink, she laughed as Dean took her hand in his, pulling her against him. Whenever they had a few spare moments in the morning, this is how they spent it.

“So… what are you planning?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as she looked up at him.

He smirked, shaking his head as his hands rested on her hips. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out later.”

She frowned, a small pout forming on her lips. “There’s no such thing as secrets on Valentine’s Day.”

She knew it wasn’t true, but she just wanted him to tell her what he was planning so that she could coordinate her lingerie accordingly.

“Babe, don’t start making crap up just because you’re curious.” He called her out, throwing his head with a boisterous laugh as she stared at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open in shock.

“Well, then I guess it’s just going to be you and your hand tonight,” she threw back, feigning upset.

“Hey,” he warned, staring down at her as he pulled her closer. “Do that and you won’t find out what I have planned.”

“Fine,” she sighed, as she rolled her eyes. Looking at him, the frown returned but with a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re really annoying, sometimes.”

“I know,” he shrugged with a grin. “But you love me.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, unable to pretend anymore. “Fortunately.”

“Very fortunately,” he said, leaning down to kiss her softly. He bent down further, kissing her neck which made her groan, sadly.

“I’m going to be late for work,” she said, pushing him away slightly.

He moved back down, attaching his mouth to her neck again. “I was about to give it to ya good and proper, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her skin, between kisses.

She laughed as she lightly pushed him again, kissing him softly on his pout. “You can do that tonight. A good, proper,” she kissed him again, “hard, rough,” another kiss, “fucking of a lifetime.”

He groaned, closing his eyes as he thought about what he had planned for them. She really had no idea what was going on and he was excited for her to find out.

“You’re so on, baby,” he muttered, before pulling her into a searing kiss.

She reluctantly pulled away from him, frowning. “I better go.”

“See you tonight,” he said, smirking at her.

“I can’t wait,” she smiled, leaning in and kissing him again.

Dean watched on as Y/N picked her bag and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing her keys in her hand. She slipped on her nude heels as she picked up her fawn coat, turning and blowing him a kiss before walking out the door. He smirked as he thought about what she just said, and how he could incorporate it into the night he had planned. After she had made his birthday one that he would never forget, he didn’t want to wait for so long until hers to do the same.

Luckily, the most romantic day of the year was upon them, and it was the perfect opportunity to make it a memorable night for both of them. He had never really believed in a day to celebrate love, considering he never had much luck with it in the past, but now he was thankful to whoever decided to profit from February 14th and made it a big deal.

Dean got ready for the day and headed to work. He was happy knowing there wasn’t much to do that day with his half day of work. He was relieved when Y/N had managed to take leave for the next day just like him, knowing that his plan would succeed. After the big restoration job that he had told her about months ago had been paid them in full by the customer, they were doing amazingly well at the garage. It had been a lot of money and there was more than enough to go around. Dean was able to pull out all the stops for the night. He couldn’t keep the smile off his face at work, getting questioning looks from Benny, Garth, some of the other guys and even Ellen. The guys teased him all day, but he paid no attention to it. If they had a woman as wonderful as he did, they’d have a huge smile on their face all day too.

Y/N smoothed down her maroon, velvet, off-shoulder, knee-length dress as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had contemplated the style for a long time in the store a few days ago, wondering if she should go for a brighter red or shorter, but this caught her eye straight away. She just hoped Dean would like it. She also hoped he would like her strapless bra and panties set, of the same dark colour. She kept her eye make-up simple but went with a slightly dark red shade for the lipstick, and gave her hair a slight wave, sweeping it over one shoulder. She gave herself a nod as she smiled at her complete look in the mirror.

Y/N heard the front door opening, signalling that Dean had arrived, even if he was a little early. With one last check in the mirror, she picked up the gift she had for him from her bed and walked out of her room, her black heels clacking on the wooden floors. As soon as she saw him, her heart skipped a beat. He wore black dress pants and loafers, with a maroon sweater. He looked so unbelievably gorgeous that she just had to stand there for a few more seconds to appreciate him. He had his hands behind his back, and she knew it had to be something for Valentine’s Day.

“Who clued you in on maroon?” she laughed as she approached him.

“I… may have snuck a peek in the bag when you brought it home,” he replied, smirking as he took her in. She looked incredible and he was going to have a hard time keeping things PG for the first part of the night. “You look amazing.”

“Not so bad yourself, handsome,” she whispered against his lips as she leaned in and kissed him, softly. “This is very couple-y of us, though” she joked.

He shrugged, laughing. “It’s Valentine’s, baby.”

With that, he brought his arms forward, showing her the bouquet of lilies (she wasn’t a fan of roses; too overrated) and the heart-shaped box, no doubt filled with little chocolates.

“Be my Valentine?” he asked, chuckling.

She shook her head, laughing at his goofiness. “Of course.” She took the items from him and handing him his.

He smiled as he took it, quickly unwrapping the red wrapping around the small box. Opening it, he lifted the coffee mug out, smirking at the design. It was him and Y/N in animated form, with her leaning in to kiss his cheek, a little heart above their heads.

“That’s cute,” he said, smiling at her.

“It’s not too cheesy, is it? We said things that didn’t cost much, and this was relatively inexpensive. All I had to do was give the artist a picture of us, and she did the rest,” she explained, wondering if he really did like it and wasn’t just making her feel better.

“No, it’s not. I love it, really,” he reassured her.

She leaned in, happily letting him cup her face in his hands and pull her into a steamy kiss. It was over quicker than she would’ve liked, but as she looked into his eyes, she noticed a spark that wasn’t there before.

“Okay… put those in water and then pack a bag. Just essentials, clothes for tomorrow, that’s it” he instructed, rubbing his hands together.

She frowned, blinking a few times as she made sure she heard him right. “What?”

“Part of the surprise,” he said, not giving her anything else as he gestured to his watch.

“Okay…” she huffed as she snapped out of her trance, her mind reeling as she tried to figure out where he was taking her.

After putting the lilies in a small vase with water, Y/N went into her room and quickly packed a bag. Just her skincare and clothes for the next day were all she needed. She really had no idea what Dean was doing or where he was taking her, but she was now even more restless to find out.

Walking back into the living area, she saw Dean waiting by the door. He smirked as he reached for her bag, dragging it out for her as she picked up her purse and put on her black coat, locking the door behind her. Dean put her case in the trunk and then proceeded to open the passenger door for her. She snuck a quick kiss before she sat, putting her purse in her lap. Dean was on the driver’s side in a flash, quickly taking his seat and starting the engine.

“So… still no hint?” she asked, smiling through her impatience.

“Nope,” he replied, popping the ‘p’.

“Fine,” she sighed, sitting back in her seat properly as Dean pulled away from the curb.

She decided to stop asking. He always said he wasn’t great with romantic gestures but that he was trying with her, and she really appreciated that about him. He was expanding his comfort zone even though he didn’t have to. He wanted to.

They asked each other about their days as Dean drove towards the city. The anticipation for their night was overwhelming, and he was glad that Y/N kept talking. No doubt distracting herself just as much as him. As they reached their destination, he saw her eyes light up as he parked the car outside the restaurant, their first stop.

“Dean!” she exclaimed as she turned to him. “This is already too much! More than what we agreed on!”

He smirked, knowing that the fancy Italian place was one that she had wanting to go to for a while. It was definitely pricey, but his latest customer was making tonight possible. He really had to find a way to thank the guy.

“Not tonight it’s not.” He winked at her as he opened his door and got out of the car, a squeak coming from the hinges as he shut it.

He walked around the front and to her side, opening the door for her. Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes as she stood up and looked at the building, suddenly launching herself into Dean.

“I’ve told you before; I don’t need all of this to make me happy. You know that, right?” she asked, frowning slightly. She was worried that he may feel like he needed to do this just to make things special.

“Yeah, I do, sweetheart,” he replied, as he pulled back slightly from their embrace to look at her. “But if I can afford it, then why the hell not?”

“And you’re sure you can?” she asked, a frown still etched on her face.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Yes! Y/N, we wouldn’t be here if I couldn’t. We did fucking great because of that big restoration job. Trust me.”

He had to wonder how she would react for the next part of the surprise if she was already shocked by the restaurant. Hopefully once he reassured her it was fine, and that he wasn’t doing this when he couldn’t afford it, she would relax.

“Okay.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before it grew.

Dean smiled wide as he saw her face light up. He held out his hand for her, ready to start their night. “Let’s go.”

Y/N took Dean’s hand instantly, linking their fingers together as they walked to the entrance of the Italian restaurant. As they made their way in and Dean gave them his name, they were immediately led to a table in the back, away from most of the chatter of patrons. Dean helped Y/N with her coat, draping it over the back of her chair, doing the same with his. She smiled as she sat down across from him, causing him to smile back. His eyes wandered up and down as he looked at her, taking in her beauty. She always looked stunning, no matter whether it was casual or a bit dressier.

A waiter brought over the wine list, which Dean discreetly handed over to Y/N considering that wasn’t something he knew anything about. She gave him a wink as she looked over several pages before deciding. Dinner was far more delicious than either of them were expecting, so between the great wine and even better food, Dean was very happy he brought her here.

Once dinner was cleared, and the chocolate cake they ordered to share for dessert arrived (after he lamented that there was no pie), Dean let her dig in first as he folded his arms on the table, watching her. He smirked as she stabbed a piece with the fork and held it out to him. He winked at her as he took the bite, seeing her visibly shiver. He chuckled to himself as he chewed, watching her drop her head and focus on the cake.

“Stop,” she laughed, trying to avoid his intense gaze. He was trying to kill her; she knew he was.

“Can’t,” he said, joining in with her laughter.

They both continued to devour the cake until there wasn’t even a crumb left, both sitting back as the waiter cleared the plate and glasses.

After paying, Dean took Y/N’s hand in his and left the restaurant. Their walk down the street turned into a relaxed stroll, enjoying the glow of the city lights despite the cold weather of February. As they continued towards the car, a group of street musicians was playing, also not bothered by the chill in the air. As they continued to play, Dean slowly spun Y/N around, causing her to laugh in surprise at his sudden gesture. His hands slipped down to her waist and pulled her close as he began to sway them to the music, looking into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, refusing to break her gaze away from him. The slow melody of the familiar song caused them to get lost in each other, blocking out the noise of the street and cars rushing by.

In his arms, Y/N felt safe. She felt as if nothing bad could happen to her, ever again. She felt like Dean would always be there to hold her up and never let her fall. He would never hurt her, knowing her past and making sure she never felt that way ever again. She thanked all forms of a higher power every day for bringing this man into her life.

In her arms, Dean had never felt more loved. With her, he had everything he ever wanted in life. Love, comfort, passion – feeling wanted. Someone who would never make him feel any less than he was. He knew how lucky he was to have her.

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, the kiss becoming deeper and more passionate as he pulled her a little closer. Y/N’s hands combed into his hair at the back of his head as she kissed him. After a moment, Dean pulled away from her caress, his breathing slightly heavier.

“Come on,” he grinned, moving away from her and taking her hand in his again, leading her down the street.

As he drove, Dean’s mind kept swimming with possibilities of what would happen next. He looked over at Y/N, smiling at her as she gazed up at the city lights from the window, completely oblivious to the thoughts that were going through his head. He watched as she frowned, the destination now right in front of them. She looked up at the sign, gasping loudly. He had brought them to one of the best hotels in the city and her heart began to beat just a little faster.

“Oh my god!” she yelled, looking at him as he pulled into the valet parking of the hotel. He got out and walked over to the trunk, taking out her small suitcase and pulling it for her, as she got out of the car.

Y/N stood in shock as she watched him warn the valet about the car, and then hand over the keys. As the Impala rolled away towards the main parking, she looked at Dean and shook her head as she walked over to him.

“Dean, this is-” she started but he stopped her as he took her hand and tugged on it, softly.

“Save it for upstairs, sweetheart.” He smirked as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.

They walked towards the entrance, a doorman opening the glass door for them.

“Where’s your stuff?” she asked, as she suddenly noticed he lacked an over-night bag.

“I checked us in during the day after work, before I picked you up,” he replied, as he walked them through the huge lobby and towards the elevators.

Y/N marvelled as she looked around. Her stomach flipped as she couldn’t believe she was in such a swanky place.

The elevator arrived; announced by a soft ding as the doors opened. Dean stepped in with Y/N by his side, pressing the button for their floor. Y/N looked over at him, unable to contain her smile as the elevator moved up the floors. Dean leaned over, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her, passionately. She hummed as she grabbed the lapels of his black coat, pulling him closer. They broke away from each other, however, when the elevator stopped, letting in another couple. They were slightly older and both of them grimaced as they witnessed the young couple with their lips locked. It was the clichéd scene you would see in every rom-com or steamy romance, but neither of them cared.

Once they reached their floor, they left the elevator and walked down the hallway. Dean walked a little ahead of Y/N, wheeling her suitcase behind him. He reached their room, taking out the room card and sliding it in, the beep and green light signalling he could open the door. Y/N walked in, as he held it for her and quickly slipped the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign onto the handle, closing the door behind her.

If Y/N was smiling before, then she was practically beaming as she walked further into the room. The big window overlooked the gardens outside, and the room held a chic armchair with Dean’s brown leather duffle sitting on it, a round ottoman in front the armchair, a large bed with crisp white sheets, big pillows and royal blue cushions. Rose petals were scattered over the sheets with a tray that held little chocolates, an ice bucket with a bottle of Champagne and two champagne glasses on it, at the centre of the bed.

Y/N’s felt Dean’s arms wrap around her waist as he stood behind her, pulling her close to his body. She sighed contently, leaning her head against his chest.

“I know you’re not a fan of roses, but this is all they had,” he informed her, softly in her ear.

She shook her head, turning around to face him and instantly wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s perfect. I love it so much.”

“Yeah?” he asked, a small smile on his face.

“Yes,” she sighed, smiling up at him. “I love you so much, Dean Winchester. Thank you for tonight. Thank you for loving me.”

“Well, you make it real easy, sweetheart,” he said, smirking.

“You make it easy to love you, too,” she whispered against his lips, and kissed him once, twice.

“So… champagne?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes,” she replied, without missing a beat.

Dean moved away from her, shrugging off his coat and draping it over the armchair. Y/N took off her coat and hung it up in the closet, taking a chance to look around the room. She wandered into the bathroom, biting her lip to keep from grinning as she saw the bathtub filled with water and rose petals along the surface. She fully intended to make use of it later. The bathroom also had another ice bucket and champagne with glasses kept near the tub, along with some chocolate covered strawberries, making her shiver at the possibilities of what could happen.

Y/N walked back out to the main part of the room, watching Dean open the wrapping from the top of the champagne bottle. He held the bottle carefully as he twisted the cork, letting out a “son of a bitch!” when it popped loudly. He poured some in each glass and handed her one as he took the other, his other hand slipping into hers. They looked into each other’s eyes as they clinked their glasses together.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he said, smirking.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Dean,” she sighed, her eyes sparkling with love as she looked at him.

As they both took a few sips, it was clear that no matter how great the champagne was, that wasn’t where their focus was at that moment. As Dean looked at Y/N, he knew he couldn’t waste another minute not touching her. In one big gulp, he downed the champagne and placed the glass on the tray. He moved it off the bed and placed it on the ottoman, turning back to her to see she had emptied her glass as well. She walked over to the ottoman slowly, the swing in her hips seductive and teasing him. As she bent down to put the glass on the tray, the curve of her ass looked glorious in her tight dress, leaving him powerless to resist.

Dean walked up behind Y/N, his hands slowly moving over the curve, feeling the soft velvet of her dress. He moved them up to her hips, swiftly pulling them back to meet his. Y/N bit her lip as she pressed her back to his chest, feeling his cock begin to stir through the fabric of his pants.

“You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you,” he whispered in her ear and placed a small kiss behind it.

She shivered as she felt his hands move up her body, lightly grazing over her breasts before moving back down to her hips. She took his hands and moved them up again, cupping her breasts and causing a soft moan to leave her lips. She smiled mischievously as she began to grind her hips back into his, feeling him become more aroused. Dean had instant flashes back to their first date, the night she did exactly the same thing on her front porch.

He suddenly flicked her hands off his and moved them down, grasping her hips and halting them. “You think you can do that again, sweetheart… you’re wrong.”

“Dean,” she whined, her frustration getting the better of her. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling herself getting wet between her legs already.

“Tonight, is all about you,” he told her as his hands moved to the back of her dress. He grasped the zip, pulling it down at a teasing pace. “Tonight… you’re all mine.”

A whimper left her lips as the dress opened in the back, and Dean’s pace suddenly changed. He roughly pulled at the dress, shoving it down her body and letting it fall to pool around her feet.

Turning them around, Dean faced Y/N towards the large mirror on the wall. He admired her dark red, lacy push-up bra, matching lace panties and black thigh-high stockings, as his hands roamed her soft skin. Their eyes met in the mirror, causing Dean to smirk at her and give her a wink. His right hand travelled down her body and over the lace of her panties, his fingers lightly teasing over her skin and the seam of the fabric. Her breath hitched in her throat as her left hand moved forward, trying to reach for his. She gasped as he roughly grabbed it and held it down by her hip, wrapping his fingers around her wrist to keep from moving.

“Only I get to touch you, Y/N,” he said, not breaking eye contact with her in the mirror. His hand moved down between her legs, his fingers rubbing along the lace and feeling her wetness through the material. She moaned, pressing her lips together to keep herself quiet.

“Already so wet for me,” he groaned, continuing to move his fingers in a moderate pace. “But… I want you practically dripping.”

Y/N moaned wantonly as Dean removed his hand and made quick work of taking off her panties, bending down behind her as they slid down to her feet. He helped her step out of each heel and her panties, smirking as an idea came to him once the fabric was in his hand. He quickly slipped them into his pants pocket as he took her hand and guided her towards the bed. Staring into his eyes, she saw them darken even more as he lifted his hands to her shoulders and pushed her, a squeal leaving her as her back hit the bed. The scattered rose petals bounced around, breaking the even pattern, as she moved up slightly on the bed and pushed herself up on her elbows to look at him.

Y/N smiled as she bit her lip, her eyes never leaving him as he lifted up his sweater and pulled his arms through, throwing it on the floor. He did the same with the white t-shirt he wore underneath as he moved closer to the bed. She reached over and hooked her fingers into the top of his pants, desperate to feel him against her. Before she could start working on the belt, he grabbed her hand with a firm grip.

“What did I say about touching, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough and authoritative.

A shiver ran down her spine as she looked up at him, unable to speak. His eyes were dark, and his face was unreadable, a commanding air around him. He was dominating in bed but never quite like this, and that had her excited to see what he would do.

Dean’s jaw clenched as he looked down at her, unbuckling his belt and sliding it through the loops. He gathered it in his hand and waved it at her. “One more time and I’ll have to use this.”

She nodded, still too stunned at his demeanour to speak. She breathed heavily as the anticipation got to her, wondering what his next move would be.

Dean placed the belt on the bed, close enough to reach for it when he needed. He quickly rid himself of his shoes and the rest of his clothes, pulling down his pants along with his boxers, dropping them on the edge of the bed. His cock twitched, hard and leaking pre-cum which she desperately wanted a taste of. He knelt on the bed, swiftly picking up both of Y/N’s legs and holding them up. He made quick work of taking off her stockings, rolling them down her legs and pulling them off, before leaning down and kissing her, roughly. She moaned into his mouth as she fisted the sheets in her hands, knowing she couldn’t touch him or herself. Dean continued to roughly kiss her as he reached under her and unclasped her bra, pulling it away from her body and flinging it across the room without looking.

Dean made a rough path of kisses down Y/N’s jaw and neck, reaching her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nub and pinched the other between his fingers. She moaned, throwing her head back, incredibly desperate to lift her hands and place them on his head to bring him closer. He continued his path down her body, finally reaching between her legs. She looked down to see him wink at her, his tongue slowly flicking out as it grazed her sex.

“Dean” she whimpered as she tried to move closer to his mouth.

Before she could say anything else, his head dipped down, his mouth covering her folds completely. His hands grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders roughly, causing a shocked huff to leave her lips.

“Oh my god,” she gasped loudly, her fingers clenching the sheets. “D-Dean, yes.”

His tongue moved over her clit in tight circles as his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, pulling her even closer. He moved his tongue up and down her folds, her juices coating his mouth as he moaned at the taste of her. She choked out a whimper at the vibration that ran through her as she looked down at him, their eyes meeting.

Pulling away slightly, he looked at her as he sucked at her clit. “Taste so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, looking into his eyes. “Please, more.”

“Patience, Y/N,” he playfully scolded, smirking at her.

He continued to lap at her folds, the sounds of his moans and her wetness getting to her. She needed to touch him, but if she did, he’d restrain her. She wanted nothing more than to risk it and tug on his hair like she loved doing, but she couldn’t. He smirked against her as he continued his ministrations, lifting his right hand and inserting a finger into her wet canal.

“Shit, yes” she cried loudly, unable to stay quiet despite being in a hotel room.

“You like that, gorgeous?” he asked as he pulled away briefly, inserting another finger. He thrusted them in and out, his pace quick as she became wetter.

“Yes,” she gasped, nodding frantically. “Yes, I-I love it.”

He gave her a cocky chuckle as he took her swollen nub in his mouth again, his eyes never leaving her. He continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, his tongue licking at the bundle of nerves. He watched as her hands left the sheets and cupped over her mouth, her moans muffled under them.

Dean kissed and sucked at her clit, his fingers sliding in and out of her as he moved them along her walls quickly. Y/N’s hands barely covered her mouth, her moans loud as she couldn’t control herself anymore. He reached for his pants and quickly took her panties out of the pocket, knowing that if she got louder, she would need them.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he said as he placed the lace near her lips.

Y/N opened her mouth and let him slowly work the material in.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he looked down at her. His cock throbbed at the sight of her mouth stuffed with her dark red panties. He continued to work his fingers into her, picking up the pace. Her moans came out stifled around the fabric in her mouth, as she urgently grabbed at the sheets again.

Dean worked his fingers into Y/N, his pace getting quicker as they began to hit her g-spot with precision. He lifted her leg onto his shoulder as he sat up on his knees, his fingers never slowing. Y/N got louder despite her panties acting as a gag, her eyes shut tightly as she let out a string of muffled moans. He could feel her getting wetter with every passing second.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, sweetheart. All spread out for me, desperate to cum,” he grunted as he worked his fingers at a faster speed. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

She nodded wildly, too scared to open her eyes and look at him. She could feel something building inside of her, the coil in her stomach tighter than it ever had been, as if it was holding something at bay. She could hear how wet she was as he worked the digits inside her at a frantic speed, the squelching noises louder than her moans.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for me, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

She cried out around the fabric in her mouth, the only way she could communicate at that point. Hearing him call her that always drove her crazy. He felt his fingers getting wetter, knowing she was closer than ever.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned; his fingers moving so quickly he could barely see them. “Fuck, cum for me, sweetheart. Fucking soak my fingers.”

Y/N threw her head back, her neck straining as she let out a stifled scream of his name around the material of her panties. One of her hands left the sheets as it latched onto his arm around her leg, needing to hold on. The damn within her broke, Dean pulling his fingers out as jets of liquid spurted out of her, drenching his hand. The vision behind her closed lids turned white, as a wave of the purest release she had ever felt washed over her. Her body shook as he held her, making sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her muffled scream turned into whimpers as she continued to come down from her high. She had never felt this way before as she continued to shake, unable to stop the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

Dean bit his lip, watching as Y/N slowly began to come down from the peak he took her to. That was a surprise, even for him. He didn’t know she was capable of that, but he was a little proud that he was the one to make it happen. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She rolled her head to the side, looking up at him as her chest heaved, her breathing erratic. He leaned forward, taking her panties out of her mouth, a harsh sigh leaving her.

“Oh my god,” she exhaled, still trying to catch her breath.

“It’s actually Dean,” he joked, a wide grin on his face.

She lazily lifted her hand and tried to hit him but couldn’t even manage that.

“You…” she trailed off, shaking her head as she still couldn’t believe what just happened. “You made me squirt.”

“Sure did.” He nodded as he looked down at her, the smirk not leaving his face. “That was awesome,” he stated.

“It was.” She hummed as she smiled up him. That was first time anyone had managed to do that, and she was happy that her first experience of that was with someone who loved her so much. Someone who wanted to bring her pleasure before himself. His pleasure came from hers. She had never been with someone who cared like that.

“Shit,” she sighed, closing her eyes. Her whole body felt like it was buzzing. “I’ve never… done that before.”

“That was so fucking hot, sweetheart,” he declared, smirking as he looked down at his lower body and his hand, both wet from her unexpected release.

She stared up at him as she bit her lip. The fact that he found it hot had aroused her even more. The fact that he was so completely turned on by her and her body, gave her a confidence in herself that she never had before.

“You’re definitely trying that again, sometime soon,” she laughed, winking at him.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” he stated, putting her leg down.

“Really?” she asked, amused by his eagerness.

“Yep,” he replied, popping the ‘p’. “Oh and Y/N…” he trailed off, gesturing to his arm that had been wrapped around her leg.

Y/N looked down and cursed inwardly, seeing her hand wrapped around his wrist. However, a small smile spread across her lips as she looked at him, trying to act innocent. “Oops…”

Before any more words could leave Y/N’s lips, Dean tugged on her hand and flipped her over, pushing her down on her stomach. He groaned as he looked at her ass, running his hand along her skin, grasping it in his hand. He picked up the belt, folded it and held it tight in his hands. Lifting it, he twisted his wrist and flicked the loop lightly across her right cheek, gaging her reaction. She moaned as her head dropped forward onto the bed, her hips wriggling, taunting him. He couldn’t see her face, but he was certain she was wearing the little mischievous smile of hers that he loved so much.

“Harder,” she told him, her voice firm. No hesitation.

That was the only confirmation Dean needed. He lifted his hand again, bringing the belt down on the same area, slightly harder than before.

“Fuck,” she moaned, humming at the slight sting.

Dean leaned down, placing a kiss and small nip on the cheek. “Love this ass.”

Dean held Y/N’s hands together and wrapped the belt around her wrists, making sure it was tight enough so that she couldn’t get out of the binds. He buckled it, tugging on it a couple of times to test it. She whimpered softly as she laid the side of her face on the bed, excitement coursing through her. She felt him grasp her hips and pull her up onto her knees, her bound hands on her back. That feeling of thrill rose within her as she sensed him move behind her.

Dean stroked his cock as he lined himself up to her entrance, Y/N’s hips levelled with his. He entered her swiftly, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he felt how wet she was, his cock easily sliding all the way into her. A choked cry left her as she tried to move her hips back, but he grabbed them in his hands to stop her from moving. He slid out and back in, then quickly began to thrust in and out of her at a fast pace.

“So fucking tight and wet, sweetheart,” he groaned as one hand came up to hold onto her bound hands. “So perfect… like you were made for me.”

With each thrust, she moaned louder and louder. Dean wondered whether he should gag her again, but quickly thought against it. Everyone else in the hotel be damned. He needed to hear his girl.

“How does that feel, Y/N?” he asked, as his hand on her hip grabbed her flesh tight, his thrusts relentless.

“So fucking good,” she moaned loudly, her mind delirious with pleasure. “Your big cock feels so good inside me, Dean.”

“I’m the only one who can make you feel this.” He let out a grunt, feeling her walls clench around his cock with each thrust. “Tell me.”

“Oh fuck” she gasped, unable to think clearly. “Y-You-”

Suddenly, a hard, resounding spank landed on her right cheek causing her to jerk forward as she yelped in surprise.

“Tell me, sweetheart,” he growled, his grip tightening on her bound hands.

She huffed a small laugh, completely overwhelmed by what she was feeling. He was hitting that sweet spot inside her so perfectly with every thrust. His words had her spiralling by the second, and his grip on her, both mentally and physically, had left her completely at his mercy. It was an experience unlike any other; one that she had expressed she wanted just that morning, but she had no idea the delivery would exceed her expectations.

“You’re the only one who can make me feel like this,” she moaned, loud and shameless. If someone else in the hotel was getting railed as thoroughly as she was, they’d be shameless about it too. “The only one who can make me this good… so fucking good, so full.”

She struggled against the belt around her hands, the leather digging into her skin in a delicious sting. Her legs felt weak and limp under her, quivering as she could feel herself quickly losing resolve.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His undulating hips picked up speed, as he grasped hers tightly.

Her walls continued to clench around him, signalling she was close. The only other sounds that could be heard apart from their moans and groans were the smacking of skin as their hips met, and wet, squelching sounds of her sex as he continued to pound into her.

“De… fuck, I-I I’m close,” she cried out, lifting her head to try and look back at him. The same feeling that she had felt before had returned, as if she was holding something back. “I-I think-” she shook her head, unable to speak.

Dean’s hips started to falter, his release fast approaching. “Cum with me, Y/N.”

“I-I-I’m,” she stuttered. She felt lightheaded, overstimulated and overcome by the pleasure coursing through her.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he reassured her, his left hand leaving her hip and moving down between her legs. He rubbed her clit in tight circles, bringing her closer to her release. “Let go for me, sweetheart… soak my cock like you soaked my fingers.”

“Oh god… Fuck! Dean!” she screamed.

All concern for the people in the other rooms went out the window as they both reached the peak of ecstasy.

Y/N’s whole body convulsed as Dean let out a roaring moan, quickly pulling out as her release gushed out of her, drenching his cock as his cum spurted over her folds. Her legs gave out as she fell forward and flattened out on the bed as she tried to catch her breath. His chest heaved as he leaned forward, carefully unbuckling the belt around her hands, releasing her from the restraint. Her arms moved up the bed weakly, one hand cupping over her eyes as she began to chuckle. He looked down at her with a quirked eyebrow, confused as to why she was laughing.

“Y/N?” he called her name, getting no response.

She descended into a fit of laughter, slowly turning onto her back as she cupped both hands over her eyes.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asked, his mouth lifting up slightly into a smirk. He was amused by her reaction.

“That was… that was amazing,” she said through laughs. “I just… I can’t believe you did that. Not just once but twice!”

Y/N continued to laugh, causing Dean to join in as he leaned down and gave her a kiss. She lifted her shaky hands and cupped his face, kissing him deeply and moaning at the taste of herself that still lingered on his tongue. Pulling away, his legs almost faltered as he got up from the bed, but he held himself steady as he moved towards the bathroom. He wet a washcloth and then walked back out to the bed. He cleaned between her legs, the warm cloth ridding her of his release and her own. As he did, he was relieved to see they hadn’t ruined the sheets from both of their orgasms, his lower body taking the impact of hers. He cleaned himself off and got up again, discarding the cloth under the sink of the bathroom.

As he walked back out, he spotted the ice bucket and quickly swiped a cube out before he laid down next to her, both of them on their sides. Picking up her right hand, he smoothed the ice over the angry, red lines across her wrist. She hissed slightly at the chill on the heat of her skin but sighed as it cooled the sting. He looked at her as he did, smiling softly when her gaze lifted up to meet his.

“I… that wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked, his voice low and calming, but slightly nervous. He hoped that he hadn’t gone overboard.

She smiled, shaking her head. “No. It was perfect.”

She leaned forward, kissing him deeply. She sighed into the kiss, feeling more content than she ever had in her life. The feeling of being safe with him had been there throughout, and she loved him even more for being able to make her feel that way as he dominated her.

“You sure?” He needed to be certain. “I just gotta-”

She cut him off with another kiss, before pulling back to look at him. “Yes, I’m absolutely sure. It was everything I wanted. A good, proper, hard, rough… fucking of a lifetime.”

He smirked, satisfied with her sincere answer and leaned forward, kissing her once, twice which led to them giving each other small kisses on every bit of skin they got reach. Dean gave her other wrist the same attention, before the cube could melt into his hand.

“Now I can’t wait for you to fulfill another fantasy” she smiled, a naughty glint in her eyes.

“Yeah?” he grinned, wagging his eyebrows at her. “What is it?”

She hummed as she moved forward, pressing her body into his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Maybe I want a certain mechanic to tell me there are other ways of payment when I can’t afford for him to fix my car.”

He groaned as his eyes shut tightly, feeling his cock begin to stir again. “Fuck, sweetheart. I can’t wait for that either.”

He leaned in, kissing her passionately. His hands smoothed down her back and softly soothed the sting on her ass from the brief belt treatment and spanking she got.

“Bath?” he asked, tenderly as he pulled away from her lips and nuzzled his nose against hers.

She nodded with a small smile on her lips, feeling the mattress dip as he got up first.

Dean offered his hand to Y/N which she took instantly, allowing him to lift her up from the bed. Her legs shook as she stood, still weak from the amazing sex they just had. Suddenly, he leaned down and placed his arm under her legs, the other around her and lifted her up, a little laugh leaving her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. As he walked past the ottoman, she reached down and grabbed the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and the glasses, placing them in her lap and holding the bottle so it didn’t fall. They looked into each other’s eyes as he carried her into the bathroom and over to the tub.

Y/N slowly dipped her toe in, sighing in relief when it wasn’t searing hot. She held the bottle and glasses as Dean slowly placed her in the water, the petals dispersing once she was in. She took out the other bottle of champagne from the ice bucket in the bathroom and put the open one in, after she poured a generous amount into each glass. Leaning forward, she smiled as he got into the tub and rested against it, allowing her to lay back against his chest. Clinking their glasses together, she took a sip and sighed as she made herself comfortable against him.

“I’m half expecting someone to come knocking on the door about the noise,” she told him, laughing.

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nah, no one’s coming up here to warn us on Valentine’s Day.”

“I sure hope so,” she said, taking another sip of champagne.

“I did put the “Do Not Disturb” on the door on the way in, though,” he grinned, leaning down and kissing her cheek. “Just in case.”

“Always prepared,” she joked, turning her head up to look at him.

“You know it, baby.” He smirked as he leaned down, kissing her softly.

“Thank you so much for tonight,” she whispered against his lips as he pulled away from the kiss. “It was perfect.”

“No problem, sweetheart,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to hers again. The kiss deepened, causing a small moan to leave her as she reached up and ran her hand through his hair at the back of head.

She pulled back, slightly out of the breath as she bit her lip, looking into his eyes. “I don’t think I can manage it tonight, but you can expect me to ride you into oblivion tomorrow as a thank you.”

His eyes widened as he nearly choked from the shock of her statement. He shook his head as he looked at her, wondering once again how she could be so innocent one minute and turn into a vixen the next.

“You better not threaten me with a good time and then not deliver, Y/N,” he warned her, a small smirk playing at his lips.

She shook her head, her gaze flicking between his and his lips. “It’s a promise which I absolutely intend to keep.”

“Shit,” he hissed, putting his glass on the ledge behind him. “Thank fuck I got a late check-out.”

He took hers and did the same and then moved his hands under the water, turning her around so that she was facing him and straddling his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed into his chest as she leaned in and kissed him, passionately. She pulled away after a few moments, looking into his eyes.

Y/N reached over to pick up a chocolate covered strawberry on the tray behind Dean and held it to his lips. Smiling at him as his plump lips closed around the fruit and bit into it, the juice ran down his chin as he moved his head back, trying to get the bite completely into his mouth. The fire that burned for him within her, that never extinguished, flickered at the sight of his beautiful, sinful mouth slightly stained by the sweet. She leaned in, kissing and licking the remnants of strawberry and chocolate from his lips. As he looked at her, he felt that feeling of being the luckiest guy on Earth wash over him again.

“I love you,” she whispered, a big smile spreading across her face.

“I love you, too,” he whispered back, his smile as big as hers as he pulled her back into their impassioned embrace.

They stayed that way until the water turned cold, and Dean carried Y/N back to the bed. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, their slumber peaceful as they both knew they were in the arms of the person who loved them unconditionally.

The next morning, Y/N kept her promise. Once they came up for air, they enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at the hotel before they finally made their way back home.

The rest of their day continued the way it began, locked in each other’s loving arms…

With promises made that they absolutely intended to keep.

-x-

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Peace Treaty, 00

(IMPORTANT) this fanfic was made before Fundy and KSI made their disgusting jokes, but I said it on my Quotev account; I want to go on with this book because I’ve had this planned for weeks, Fundy in this book is NOT AT ALL streamer Fundy but Dream SMP Fundy. I won’t write for him after this fanfic is over. Pairing(s): Fundy x Reader, Sapnap x Reader Pronouns: she/her  Pre-picked: LAST NAME, FATHER'S NAME, MOTHER'S NAME. TW: brief mention of alcoholic shots, death of a parental figure,  Next part

“Liz is pregnant” Gregory said busting into the room, his cheeks rosy from smiling. Wilbur looked up from his papers, a message urgently sent from the doctor to his room. “Congrats! Fundy will have a friend.” Wilbur laughed standing up with a large smile, both bringing each other in for a tight hug. They both made a promise when their children were born into this unforgiving world, and it was to protect them at all costs. Even if it meant war. A few years would pass, [YourName] rushing between trees at the prime age of five squealing as the fox and human hybrid chased after her making an excitable squeak. “[YourName]! Stop being fast!” Fundy yelled, “That’s the point of ‘tag’, Fundy!” she said throwing herself against the tree, which they determined to be their safe spot and timeouts from games. Fundy huffed, blowing some of his mother’s red hair out of his view, and took a seat next to his friend. [YourName] panted as she looked up into the tree leaves, “We’re going to be friends forever, right Fundy?” the little girl asked, tilting her head to the side and glancing over to her friend. Fundy made a shocked noise, “Of course so! Why wouldn’t we? Our daddies are best friends!” the little boy explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I just wanted to remind myself, stop being a meanie!” [YourName] said crossing her arms and quickly looking to the side, her cheeks becoming a soft hue of red. And that’s the beginning of [YourName]’s crush on her childhood best friend. She watched from the side as they walked through the small paths of a growing L’manberg, Fundy being flirted with because of his father’s rank. Wilbur had grown and matured next to [YourName]’s father, becoming head of one of the largest armies in case of war. Though, it seemed unstable peace of being kept up with- at least it had been for the last seventeen years. [YourName] had made her way to her and Fundy’s old timeout spot, taking a seat against the tree. She carefully traced a finger across the bow her mother had given to her, she closed her eyes to stop any sobs. Her mother, Lizzy Florence, had lost a long battle with the deathly flu, and [YourName] didn’t have the heart to tell Fundy anything that had happened that morning. She just wanted to be little again, sit against this tree because she ran out of breath from tag and hide n’ seek, and return home to a home-cooked meal from her mother. She just placed the boy next to her, bringing her legs close, she sobbed into them as quiet as possible. Within town, Fundy’s fox ears twitched when he heard his friend’s name be spoken by people within the shop. ‘Did you hear? [YourName] and Gregory lost Lizzy.’ a civilian whispered to their friend, Fundy’s ears perked up getting as much information as he could before setting the item in his hand and making his way home. He knocked on his father’s office door before entering, “Dad, did miss Lizzy die?” he asked, tilting his head. Wilbur bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “She passed on earlier this morning, I thought [YourName] would’ve told you by now, Son.” Wilbur said, turning toward his son. Fundy shook his head, “No.. I haven’t seen her all day.” he whispered sadly. “Well, perhaps she went to get fresh air, Gregory said she left this morning to do so,” Wilbur said, returning to his paperwork. Fundy nodded, knowing exactly where [YourName] would go for some private time- their timeout spot. So he took his leave, grabbing a few snacks and drinks, he walked through the forest. He finally came across the tree where they always sat and after walking around it, he found [YourName] sitting there with tear-stained cheeks and a drained look on her face. “[YourName], I brought berries and water..” He offered to take his seat next to her, [YourName] placed her head against Fundy’s shoulder, no words being exchanged. “I’ll feed you.” Fundy offered, making a soft snort come out of the female’s mouth, “No thanks, Fundy..” she whispered, opened the bag, and ate some berries. “I’ve heard, and I’m here to keep you company” Fundy explained resting his arm around [YourName]’s face, his fingers placed in her hair. She closed her eyes in comfort, the only thing that was heard was their soft breathing and the noise of the wind brushing through leaves now and then. And that’s when Fundy realized he had a crush on his childhood friend. It wouldn’t be until Fundy’s twentieth birthday that any moves would be made. [YourName] and Fundy sat alone in the dining room, Wilbur and Gregory had left for the month, leaving Fundy and [YourName] to celebrate Fundy’s birthday together. “To you, and L’manberg.” [YourName] said clanking the shot glasses together before they took their shots. [YourName] made a sour face, disgusted with the taste it left in her mouth while Fundy laughed. This would be the only alcoholic drink of the night. “Happy birthday Fundy, apologies for not being able to get you a gift, but being together tonight can be my gift.” [YourName] said softly sighing out as she held her hands together on top of the table, Fundy smiled toward the female and shook his head “I’m perfectly fine with that.” he comforted. He and [YourName] would dance the night away, finally landing on the last track of the disc. It was slow, smooth, and truly finished the disc off with meaning. [YourName]’s arms gently wrapped around Fundy’s neck, her head against his shoulder, while Fundy’s hands rested softly against [YourName]’s waist. They both swayed to the beat, their eyes closed, soaking in the moment for they had no idea when the next peaceful moment like this would come around. “[YourName], I love you.” Fundy randomly spoke, his heart racing, but he thought right now would be the perfect moment to confess his feelings. A peaceful night on his twentieth birthday. [YourName] froze for a moment, but smiled as she picked her head up. “I love you too, Fundy. Have for a while.” She whispered, the two chuckled at their sweet yet awkward moment of confession. “Glad to hear, god this would’ve been awkward if you didn’t.” Fundy said, leaning down to press his forehead against [YourName]’s, his ears back against his head blending well in with his curly red hair. “You fuckin’ tell me.” [YourName] laughed, leaning up softly placing a kiss against Fundy’s lips. “Happy Birthday, Fundy.” She softly whispered as she pulled away. The two saw no point in telling people they were together, and that including their fathers. Fundy still wanted to fight in the war and being with [YourName] gave him the chance of being denied, and [YourName] wanted to watch her boyfriend succeed in life. She didn’t have a problem keeping their relationship under wraps for as long as possible, plus the sneaking away, makeouts in the forest and random hush-hush dates were glorious. She loved the risk of wandering around. [YourName] and Fundy were able to keep their relationship public but secret all for the fact they’ve been friends since birth. It was natural for a close friend to be clingy, so Fundy having [YourName] on his arm as they ran through L’manberg was in the ordinary. All the lovey-dovey stuff was behind doors, and that included cuddling on the couch in front of the fire when one of their fathers were over at the other’s house, dinners at their timeout tree, and rushing through ankle-high waters, ending the night with Fundy wrapping his jacket around [YourName]’s shoulders. It was puppy love growing into true love with each passing day. After [YourName]’s twentieth birthday, Fundy now being twenty-one, L’manberg had gone to war with their opposer. The unstable peace between the two finally broke and Wilbur, who was now in charge of the growing area, had enough and threw his foot down. This meant Fundy and [YourName]’s father also would go to war, and it brought so much anxiety to her. Many nights she slept restlessly, having to sneak into Fundy’s room a few houses down and fall asleep to his hand running through her hair. The downside of this was waking up early in the morning to return to her own home. Fundy understood why [YourName] was so worried, if things were to go south she would no longer have a thing to her name. Her father, Wilbur, and himself would be gone. Fundy wished he hadn’t signed off placing himself in the conditions of war, but it was too late and if he was being honest- he loved fighting for his home. [YourName] knew this and he was beyond thankful that she was as supportive as she was being, even if she didn’t want him to leave like he had to. [YourName] sat in front of Fundy in front of the fire, Wilbur and Gregory were spending the night at base which left their children to their own devices which meant dinner at Fundy’s. The girl scooted closer, offering a berry for Fundy to snack on despite dinner an hour ago, he took it. “Are you alright?” [YourName] asked, sliding her hand into his free hand, “Yes, just.. Worried.” he explained leaning his head against his girlfriend’s. “Not having second thoughts? You leave tomorrow to prep for next week” [YourName] said trying to explain why it was too late for second thinking, Fundy dramatically groaned laughing as he leaned back “Don’t remind me!” he huffed. [YourName] laughed looking back behind her and toward her boyfriend, “Seems personal, darling” she said twisting and fixing herself so she sat on her legs, watching her boyfriend. Fundy sighed, “I’m not having second thoughts, I just worry about the outcome of this war. If anything happens, know I love you, my dear. My Carrot.” Fundy said. “Carrot?” [YourName] asked, Fundy flustered “Shut up! I’m trying to be romantic!” he said lightly hitting her arm. “I kid, I kid, I love you too.” She leaned over capturing his lips. War was hellish. The reason Fundy had been calm because he was working beside his father and he knew he had [YourName] to comfort him once he returned home. He and [YourName] talked about their status in the relationship, and after a year of sneaking around, they decided after this they would expose their relationship to their father’s at dinner. No matter the outcome they would finally come clean to their father’s, perhaps this could be good news in a fog of a bad outcome from war. Fundy was careful with his sword, taking down as many people as he could before a bomb threat was called in and that someone was a traitor, working from the inside and feeding information to the opposing side. When [YourName] got the letters from Fundy and her father, she was distraught. She had no one to distract her, she only had herself in a large empty house, pacing. She couldn’t even write a letter back in fear it would expose their hiding location. After another week, there were letters sent out to all of L’manberg; “ INDEPENDENCE GAINED BY WILBUR SOOT, TOMMYINNIT, AND GREGORY FLORENCE ''. The cheers that rang out through the place [YourName] called home were beautiful, tears were shed, and hugs were given. Soldiers would return home within the same week, so [YourName] made dinner for her, Fundy, Wilbur, and her father. After tonight. she and Fundy would be able to share loving embraces and not be scared of possibly getting caught by one of their dads. [YourName] was gitty and from the letter Fundy had sent her, so was he. Gregory brought his daughter in for a tight hug, Wilbur and Fundy joining in as they entered the house making [YourName] giggle. “Go! Go! You all stink, go change! I made dinner!” [YourName] scolded all males, all three laughed before taking turns cleaning up. It felt nice to feel warm water and not just lake water and to be inside a warm home and not the cold weather of the winter around the warzone. The soldiers finally felt safe at home. But poor Fundy and [YourName] had no idea what type of bomb would be dropped on them at dinner. Fundy was the youngest, so he was allowed a shower first. He assisted in setting up the dining table. Fundy had tied his hair back, his ears perked up, and his tail swaying with excitement. The two glanced into the hallway before returning to the kitchen, [YourName] brought her arms around his neck and brought him for a returning home kiss. “God I was so worried!” She confessed in a whisper, Fundy softly laughed and nodded his head “I know, I’m sorry, but we’re home, we tell them everything tonight. We come clean, Carrot.” he said in the same tone kissing her head. After the table was set, [YourName] placed everyone's plate and dinner began. [YourName] got caught up on all the latest drama within the unit that Wilbur, Gregory, and Fundy were in- and my god it was funny. This Tommy kid seems to be a hassle too, but nothing Wilbur couldn’t handle! That’s exactly how independence was given to L’manberg, right? No funny little deals were involved, sure bloodshed was done, but there was a traitor and they had fallen to last-resort situations. Gregory glanced over to his old friend and focused on his daughter, setting his fork down and wiping his mouth with the cloth. “Dinner was delicious, sweetie.” He complimented making [YourName] smile, Fundy squeezed her hand ready to finally explain their relationship- but Gregory would come first with news, “I have to tell something to you, [YourName], both Wilbur and I do.” he said as if it was the worse thing ever, this placed the girl on edge. She looked over to Fundy who shrugged his shoulders in confusion, so she returned to focus on Wilbur and her father. “For our home to gain independence, deals needed to be made. I was the second oldest at the meeting, and also the only one with a daughter.” Gregory said starting, this didn’t sound too good to Fundy or [YourName]. Gregory closed his eyes, Wilbur placing a hand of comfort on his friend’s shoulder, “[YourName] you’re to marry Sapnap from Dream smp.” he said, coming clean of his own situation. [YourName]’s jaw dropped while Fundy’s eyes widened. “WHAT?!” [YourName] yelled, dropping her hand out of Fundy’s grasp, Wilbur flinched while Gregory sighed out “It was the only way!” he argued with his daughter. “Are you sure?! So you just placed me up there! ‘Haha! I have a daughter, it doesn't matter about her feelings or personal life! Might as well force her into marriage!’” [YourName] yelled, mocking her father, making him even more upset. “Do NOT disrespect me like that in front of company, [YourName].” He said in a stern voice, “Well you’re disrespecting me when you placed me in this- this fucking peace treaty!” [YourName] said slamming her hands down on the table and storming out of the house. Gregory sighed holding his forehead, Fundy excused himself and followed [YourName] out. He stopped her once they got to the lake, letting [YourName] and himself soak their feet. [YourName] sobbed as Fundy held her close, fighting his own tears off. “I’m a human peace treaty, Fundy.” She cried, holding onto her boyfriend, or soon ex-boyfriend, as she let out all her tears and feelings. Fundy let out a shaky sigh, “I didn’t know about any of this, I’m sorry..” he said kissing her forehead. She just let it all out, because she knew she was right. She was just a human peace treaty, used to get L’manberg out of a large oopsy known as war.

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Public Relations. Pt 3. Fire Escape Staircase [Calum Hood blurb]

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Summary: you, Calum, some alcohol and a dark fire escape staircase. 18+, proofread by @burncrashbromance

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You’ve never been that much of a fan of the Big Apple. And you definitely weren’t a fan of going on promo tours with Calum. You’ve done it once, spent most of the time hanging around alone and getting your boyfriend only late at night and tired as hell and decided that waiting for him at home or flying out to him for a couple of days every so often was a preferred alternative for you. But when Calum mentioned that he would like you to go to New York for his three-day promo trip with him, somehow you couldn’t resist. You thought that just three days wouldn’t be so difficult and you’d also get a chance to catch up with your college best friend while you’re there. So you said yes. Which, truth to be told, you had regretted the very first day.

Promo was promo, Calum had his work to do and was busy most of the time. For which you couldn't and weren’t going to blame him. And if he wasn’t busy, he was meeting some people he had to meet while he’s in the city. You tried not to get in a mood, constantly reminding yourself you had known what you were agreeing to. But tonight, at a lame home party of some acquaintance of Calum’s you felt bored to no measure. You had met your friend earlier that day, but even this meeting wasn’t able to brighten your gloomy state of mind.

So here you were, bored, moody and tipsy. Calum would say that’s a dangerous combination. You, looking at him opening a third beer, weren’t able to find anything dangerous in teasing your own boyfriend a little. Just a little bit. Only to remind him you actually were here.

You waited till he opened the bottle and turned around to go back to the living room and headed his way. Your ways crossed right next to the kitchen island, in a narrow space, so you had to press into him with your body. And maybe, just maybe you pressed your ass to his crotch a little harder than was necessary.

“Hey you,” you dropped, giving him a shy smile.

“Hey yourself,” Calum replied and sent you a long look, which you felt with your back.

Your plan was working, you noted to yourself, joining other girlfriends at the different side of the apartment.

Quarter of an hour later you got your second chance, as you were standing next to Calum and listening to a guy you’d seen for the first time sharing his opinion on modern art. A group of newcomers were trying to get to the kitchen and their way was laying just past you. You were the first to notice them, so you freed some space, for which you had to stand right in front of Calum. This time you pressed your body into him much harder than was needed and also made sure you had a second to stroke his thigh. Calum looked at you again, longer and more intently, but you acted innocently.

One more drink later you were called by Ashton to sit with them while they were discussing some old school guitar solos. There was a free armchair, but you decided to ignore it and settled in Calum’s lap. And yes, you did wiggle your ass, trying to get more comfortable.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” Calum asked, hiding his face in your hair for a moment. You smiled again and kept drinking silently. Calum chuckled, but didn’t push and switched his attention back to the discussion. At least, he tried to. And he would probably succeed if not for you being so active. You didn’t do much though, just moved a little. To put your cup on a table and then to pick it up a minute later. To unfold your skirt. To give Ash a high five when you were the only one to guess that Rolling Stones song he was humming. And also to do a little dance because of guessing something their musical minds didn’t. And then to put your cup back on the table again.

“If you don’t stop, you gonna be in such trouble,” you heard Calum’s deep voice right over your ear.

“Stop what?” you frowned.

“You know,” Calum pressed.

And that moment, you understood, was perfect for your final strike. You pouted sadly and stood up.

“If you’ll excuse me,” you dropped to other people at the table and headed to the bathroom.

You knew he would follow you, if there was one thing Calum couldn’t resist, it was your sad pout. You could fight, yell at each other, you even spent whole three days not talking to each other once at the very beginning of your relationship. But disappointing you was Calum’s weak spot. You didn’t lock the door, waiting for him. But three minutes later you were still completely alone in this bathroom. You pouted again to your own reflection in the mirror, this time honestly being disappointed. Did he really resist your perfect attack?

You sighed, fixed your lipstick and left the bathroom, having no hope left.

You almost yelled when someone grabbed your hand in a dark hall.

“Please, the bathroom is so cliche,” Calum laughed, leading you to an open window down the corridor.

“You scared the fuck out of me!”

“That’s my revenge,” he chuckled again, pressing you into the wall near the window. His face looked so magnificent in the reflections of light from the street. But you didn’t have much time to examine it, as Calum leaned down to kiss you. His lips felt like a breath of fresh air. It was hard to understand when did you get to miss him so much. A soft moan escaped you when he moved to your neck. “Did you feel love deprived, baby?” he asked, detaching his lips from your skin to take a breath.

“A little,” you admitted. “That’s why I hate doing promo with you. You’re always near, but never really with me. Missing you at home is easier.”

Calum stopped kissing you and straightened up, looking you intently in the eyes. You had no idea what he was seeing there with so little light. You had a feeling he wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, a burst of laughter from the other side of the hall interrupted your intimacy. Calum looked back at two girls, who disappeared into the bathroom and smirked.

“Let’s go,” he told you, stepping aside and pulling you towards the window.

Before you had a chance to ask where exactly you were going, Calum was already standing at the fire escape staircase, holding out his hand for you. You joined him, trying not to look around. You weren’t that afraid of heights, but standing on the fire escape of a high building wasn’t that calming. You clutched harder on his hand and stepped closer to him.

“I got you,” Calum tried to calm your nerves and took a first step up the stairs.

“You wanna go higher?” you exhaled in terror.

“Just looking for some privacy.” Calum pulled on your hand and you unwillingly followed, taking it was still safer there with him than here on your own. You climbed up to the next landing, where Calum pressed you to the wall again and with a smug “So where exactly did we stop?” kissed you passionately.

Soon everything was forgotten, the height, your gloom. Even cold wind biting on your bare legs wasn’t bothering you that much, your temperature seemed to rise with Calum’s touch. You were lost for air and soon decided you don’t need air at all, as long as you could have Calum’s kisses. His hands were everywhere on you, pinning your waist to the wall, stroking your thighs under your skirt, brushing your breasts, clutching on your throat. You couldn’t help the need you had for that man and pushed your pelvis into him.

“You wanna here?” Calum didn’t seem surprised at all.

“Why the fuck not?” You weren’t sure how much of your decision depended on the alcohol in your system, but you also couldn’t care less. You wanted him, here and now.

“Love how much you need me today, baby,” he whispered, kissing you right under your ear and drowning a lustful groan out of you.

“I always need you,” you assured him.

“And that I love even more,” Calum smirked again and pulled on your thighs, trying to turn you.

“No,” you protested. “Wanna see your face.”

Calum sighed, pushed your skirt higher and slowly caressed your pussy.

“Wanna see my face?” he asked.

“It’s one beautiful face,” you replied, losing your breath under his experienced fingers. He caught your lips with his in a feverish kiss, all tongues and teeth.

You decided not to lose time and unzipped his jeans. Calum hummed contentedly and groaned the next moment, when you shoved your hand into his boxers and touched his dick.

You started squeezing as he was rubbing your clit, his hand already in your panties.

“You do it so good, baby,” Calum whispered and pulled your underwear down. You let go of him and overstepped, letting him free you from your panties. Calum pulled his dick all the way outside and outstretched his arms for you. “Jump.”

He lifted you in one swift move and pressed your back into the wall. You felt cold bricks with your ass and his dick right under you.

“Ready?” you managed only a nod before Calum pushed into you slowly.

You bit your lip and hid your face in the crook of his neck, trying to be quiet and failing as the feeling was too intense. Calum gave you a moment before starting to move. He wasn’t that careful as at the parking lot several weeks ago, darkness covering you both from onlookers in the nearby buildings. And his deep steady moves made you see stars in no time.

You moaned once, making him hush you. Then you moaned loudly again.

“If you don’t stop, I will,” he threatened.

He was bluffing and you knew that, you both were too far beyond the line to stop now. But you had to muffle your moans somehow. So you pulled the hoodie on his shoulder to the side, exposing the crook of his neck and dug into his skin with your teeth. Calum hissed and thrusted into you with more effort, which only made you bite his neck deeper.

“Gonna slap you for that so hard, you won’t be able to sit,” he promised, hammering inside.

“Whatever you want, just keep going, Cal, harder,” you pleaded, kissing on the bite.

You didn’t need to ask twice. Calum snapped you up and went faster. The buckle of his belt lined up right with your clit from his sharp move and you barely held back a yell. Cold metal burning on your most sensitive spot added so much to the feeling of Calum’s big dick inside of you that you teared up and had to bite him again to stop yourself from yelling.

And that very moment the unexpected happened. The window right opposite you lit up and you saw a lady in her seventies enter her kitchen slowly.

“Freeze,” you ordered Calum through your gritted teeth.

“The fuck?” Calum lifted up his head from your shoulder and looked at your terrified face. “What?”

“There’s an old lady right behind you. Keep still or she sees us,” you explained.

“I can’t keep still,” Calum uttered, shutting his eyes. “I need to move, fuck, you’re so tight, baby.”

“Shh, consider it a cockwarming pause,” you hushed him and kissed his cheek, watching the lady intently.

“What is she even doing there?”

“Making herself tea, just couple more moments, baby.”

You watched as an old lady poured some hot water from the kettle and picked up her cup and then turned around to leave the kitchen. You breathed out. “I think we’re safe,” you told Calum, who thrusted into you desperately. And that moment the old lady stopped abruptly and turned back.

“No, no, no, freeze again,” you begged Calum.

“Fucking kidding me,” he let out a humorless laugh. “What now?”

“Apparently, she wanted a cookie,” you explained, unable to suppress your laugh.

“Are you shitting me right now?” Calum looked you in the face trying to understand if you were kidding.

“I swear to god, she’s there and is picking up a plate of cookies, Calum,” you kept laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. Calum groaned and dropped his head back on your shoulder. You had to wait for one minute more ‘till she left her kitchen, a minute that seemed like an eternity, before you let Calum move again.

He went hard on you, almost hitting you into the wall, his cold buckle rubbing your clit. You felt even more turned on by the danger of being caught. You suddenly realized how many windows were there around you and how many people could have stood behind them this very moment. And doing it here in a hypothetical presence of all of them was inflaming the blood in your veins.

“Yes, Calum, right there,” you moaned into his ear when he hit you right where you felt the most.

“Gonna need you to cum,” he told you, banging you faster with every next move. He was so close, holding only for the sake of you.

“Tell me you like me like this.”

He lifted his head again and kissed you hard. “Love you like this,” he whispered in your lips. “So tight for me, taking my cock so good, ready for me any place and time. Love how dirty you are for me,” he kept kissing in between sentences. “My little filthy girl, can’t stay away from my dick, can you?”

The waves of your orgasm swept you away from reality. You felt Calum’s thrusts getting unbelievably deeper and his hot cum inside you. “Yeah, baby, just like this, take it all,” he kept whispering, while you were losing your mind completely.

You came back to reality a minute or a year later. Calum was just holding you on his arms, looking you in the face, his dick still inside of you.

“You good?” he whispered.

“I’m perfect. You?”

“I’m always good if I’m deep inside you,” he said with a smug smile back on his face.

“I’ll make sure to remember that.”

“Yo, are you here?” you heard Ashton’s voice from the below.

Calum chuckled. “Perfect timing.” He carefully pulled out of you and lowered you on your own two feet. “Can stand straight?”

You nodded as Ash tried again, “Cal, where the fuck are you?”

“We’re here, Ash,” Calum replied, handing you your underwear.

Calum hid his dick back in his jeans, looked you in the eye, winked and went down the stairs.

“Needed some fresh air,” you heard him explaining to Ashton.

“Such a stupid metaphor for a make-out session, Cal,” the drummer snorted, making Calum laugh loudly.

And you, putting your panties on, kept on thinking how you should have gone to New York with him even if just for this make-out session.

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A War Against Your Personal Space — Jung Wooyoung

[prompt request] [1900 words] — spy!au, enemies to lovers, “Hold your fire!”/”Suck on that!”/”Shut up for a second, will you?”/”I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

[content notes] [fluff] — There’s firearms, cussing, respectively dramatic/knowing Seongsang, endearingly annoying Wooyoung, competition, red cheeks, a lowkey cliche but satisfying(?) premise, etc., etc.

[a/n] — I’m so sorry if the lack of action is disappointing! I’m not great at it, so I focused on the recon/practice/snarky/non-fabulous aspects of the Spy!au. But there’s still plenty of aggression haha Thank you for reading! <3

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Jung Wooyoung is a piece of shit.

That’s the only thing you can think as you continuously fire at the moving targets.

Bang, bang, bang!

Next to you, he’s doing the same.

(That is, firing at the targets. The shithead probably doesn’t even have thoughts in his head, and, therefore cannot be thinking.)

You’re doing well until you miss one target on your non-dominant side.

You aim more carefully and—

Bang!

Next to you, Wooyoung’s looking at you with an infuriatingly cocky smirk.

“You took my target!” you growl at him, angrily tearing off your ear protection.

He gives you a look. “And you missed!”

You let out a screech of anger, and without thinking do the one thing every firearm safety instructor says not to do:

You point your gun at your teammate.

His eyes are still sparkling with competition and mischief as he raises his hands. “Hold your fire,” he says almost lazily. (Your eyes keep getting drawn back to the damn smirk on his lips.)

Annoyance courses through you like a migraine.

Your hand’s itching to cock and fire.

Sadly, you would be in loads of trouble and job searching if you did.

So you drop the gun and walk away. Let him clean up.

You’re almost out the room when you hear him.

“I knew you wouldn’t! You love me way too much for that!”

“Asshole!”

Then you’re out of earshot, and Yeosang’s dry voice echoes over the intercom.

“You know, I wouldn’t have blamed them if they’d done it.”

“Hey!”

“It was their shot. And we both know they could have gotten it. You just wanted to show off.”

Your pride’s still smarting two days after the firing range incident because it was true you had missed.

But, still.

As you walk into work a few days later, everyone’s gathered around the whiteboard.

“Y/N! Congrats!”

With that, you know you’re employee of the month.

Yeosang’s smile is a little knowing as you join him in the center of the crowd.

There’s your name on the board, with the most votes collected.

“Your last case was really, really good!” someone comments.

Giving your thanks over your shoulder, you’re looking over who voted for you when you reach it.

The reason why Yeosang has that shit-eating grin on his face.

“It really was a pristine field mission,” a sugar sweet voice whispers in your ear. “So exquisitely done.”

You force your face to be emotionless. “Morning, asshole.” 

“Morning, sore loser.”

(That’s been your nickname for the last two days.)

“But, very clearly, I’m the winner.” You nod to the board. “For the whole month. So suck on that!”

“Oh, yes. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Yeosang’s judgmental gaze reminds you that Wooyoung is still standing too close to you, that his warm breath is still fanning over your ear. That your cheeks are burning with anger.

Was he in a war against your personal space or something?

You storm out of the circle, trying to keep your blood pressure to a reasonable level.

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When you’re sorting through files with Yeosang later that day, you’re ranting about Wooyoung.

Eventually, he must get fed up with it.

“I know something you don’t,” he singsongs, casually dropping a folder on your side of the desk.

His expression, for what feels like the millionth time this week, is annoyingly knowing. Like he’s watching a friend push the door that says pull.

Because he’s just that kind of person, you grouch to yourself.

“...And what would that be?”

He glances at the folder he just tossed down.

Snatching it up, you find a single page of infuriating news.

“I am not working with that infantile, ridiculous, shit-for-brains—”

“I see you got the memo, too.”

And, within eight seconds, three things happen:

Wooyoung and his damn smirk materialize next to your desk.

Yeosang and his faux sweet grin leave the space next to you.

And you lose your highly annoying but perfectly lovely filing-help to the utterly disappointing replacement of Jung Wooyoung.

The disappointing replacement leans back and throws an arm around you. “I’m looking forward to working with you, partner.”

You groan and shrug his arm off.

.

“Of course you both have to do it! We picked our two prettiest agents! For this level of case, you really should blend in after all.”

“Seonghwa, sir,” you seethe, “literally any other person in this whole building is prettier than Wooyoung.”

“Do you really believe that?”

Both men level a searching gaze at you. Seonghwa’s is more analytical, and you avoid it. But that means you end up staring at Wooyoung’s for a moment too long.

You both look away at the same time.

“Anyways.” You swallow. “You’re absolutely sure?”

“Y/N.” Seonghwa’s using his director’s voice; now you’re in for it. “You’re staking out the bars where all the pretty movie stars spend their evenings and get drunk, and find nice, also pretty companions for the night, and…”

You don’t know why you glance at Wooyoung when Seonghwa’s saying that. But you do.

You’re surprised to see him already looking at you.

“...So, yes, I’m sure you have to do it. And yes, I truly mean both of you.”

Realizing your cheeks are burning (a common theme recently), you stand abruptly. “Fine.”

Wooyoung has a triumphant grin on his face and copies you. “Fine!”

Seonghwa waits until you’ve both left his office when he texts Yeosang:

I did it T-T I convinced them they’re both prettier than me

u mean u took the first step at getting them past their rivalry?

At the cost of my self-esteem T-T

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You spend the first four days doing research, where you try (and fail) to keep things peaceful by ignoring him.

Just email the link, even though he’s sitting next to you.

Just scribble down your thought on a sticky note.

Just ignore him when he bothers you.

Just! Ignore him! Especially when he bothers you.

“I’m telling you!” you finally shout. “If you actually read your contract you would have realized that your fucking lunch break—”

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders, grinning like he’s the one who won.

A few people look over at you, and as you realize this, you also realize how Wooyoung had propped against your side of the table in his ever-constant war against your personal space.

“Sit up and act like you’re a half-functional adult,” you snap.

“I’m not the one who shouted. But yes, ma’am.”

You bite your lip at the way her purrs the last words.

Don’t kill him, don’t kill him, don’t pull out the knife… you remind yourself.

So, it’s sad but true that some days you feel like you fail more than you succeed.

But you can’t be too angry when you realize at the end of day four:

“I can’t believe it. We have a whole case proposal — names, proofs, dates, everything,” you murmur, proudly scrolling down the document.

“All we’ll have to do is actually plan the operation and pick out our outfits,” Wooyoung agrees.

“Which is basically nothing since we have all of next week!”

“This is true.”

The euphoria a doing good work washes over you, and you can’t help but beam at him. “It should have taken way longer.”

"I know! We’re—” He snaps his mouth shut, shaking his head as though his words were unimportant.

To be honest, you feel fond of him as he just smiles softly. (He actually has a really nice smile, you notice.)

Then the moment passes, and you turn back to the computer.

(But he keeps looking at you.)

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Wooyoung’s sitting down for lunch with Yeosang when the latter blurts: “You had stars in your eyes earlier. With Y/N.”

“You think I don’t know it?” he groans.

Yeosang pulls out his phone a few minutes later:

fuck i almost let it slip that we were watching them earlier but i dont think wy noticed bc hes oblivious as a rock

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Only one hour after that, Wooyoung and you receive the worst possible news.

Which leads to you finding yourselves in an empty office at 11 that night.

“Fuuuu-uh-uuuuck,” groans Wooyoung.

You tiredly rub your eyes and kill all your tabs.

“My brain... is just… fuuuuck.”

Inclined to agree, you open a new window with slow, depressed typing.

“I can’t believe Seonghwa thought we could go in tomorrow. Tomorrow, Y/N! Why tomorrow?”

The screen doesn’t change for a good ten seconds. What were you even thinking again?

“I haven’t pulled a night this late ever! Besides field jobs obviously. But for those you’re doing something, and here we’re doing basically nothing, and I wish we were doing something—”

You draw circles on the screen with your mouse. What even were you thinking... it was a thought… it existed...

“And this is a form of abuse! I swear! If Yeosang somehow got Seonghwa to do this to us just because ‘you had stars in your eyes,’ I’m going to fucking—”

“Shut up for a second, will you?” you moan.

“...Make me.” His voice is sounds different from tiredness.

“Never heard that one before.”

“Please make me?”

There’s something in his tone that catches your attention.

When you give him an incredulous look, you find him looking at your lips. And you’re so exhausted you literally can’t process. (As you head home about fifteen minutes later, you start to process. And you realize you hadn’t hated it at all.)

“Let’s go home,” you suggest quietly. “I don’t even know why we’re doing this.”

(As you step inside your house, the rational side of you wonders what would have happened if you had stayed.)

At some point, he moves very close to you.

(He finally won his war against your personal space, you realize as you brush your teeth.)

Very close.

(Capping your lip balm container, you press your lips together and recall how his felt, pressed against yours. So softly, at least for your perception of Wooyoung. So skillfully, which does match your perception of him.)

His face is still close, but now he’s looking into your eyes.

(He has very pretty eyes; you picture them as you slip under your blankets.)

“Let’s go home,” you repeat breathlessly, “and deal with this all tomorrow.”

His hands, callused and controlled thanks to your profession, rest gently on your neck.

“Do you think all of this… All of this will work out?”

His voice is like starlight, wavering and hopeful and the sole brightness in the dark office.

“I think there’s a very good chance that this all will work out.”

(As your head hits the pillow, you look forward to the next day. Sure, Seonghwa’s going to throw a fit because you’re not ready for a case tomorrow. But you’re really looking forward to working everything out. Everything.)

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[general ateez taglist] — @s1ardusk​ @seongghwaa​ (thank you so much for your sweet support/friendship! <3)

[a-day-in-the-afterlife]

The Night Team Is Bad At Road Trips (Oneshot) (Fanfiction)

You can read it here on AO3.  I know that there's no "Hour 4" section. It's because I was too lazy to write it, and I figured the early hours when Nine drove, it was so peaceful that nothing interesting happened!

Title:

The Night Team Is Bad At Road Trips

Summary:

When the 14th Department Annual Retreat rolls around, the Manager, Nyang Lead Manager, and Sei Housemaster decide to turn the eight-hour drive to the retreat location into a road trip competition to encourage all Soul Reapers' attendance. The prize? No cleaning duties for a month.

And there is no way Nine is letting any of the other teams get even a glimpse at a prize that wonderous.

As the Night Team travels to the retreat location, he begins to realize ... maybe he is the only one is his team with a braincell.

Then again, maybe not.

Just some Noctu bonding.

Genre:

Slice of Life, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Fluff, Fluff and Humor

Rating:

T

Word Count:

6574

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Hour 0

Our story begins inside the Noctu Team Dorm, in the bedroom of Nine and Day, where the human puppy of the two Soul Reapers ransacked the room in search of the last few belongings that he needed to pack for him and his team’s trip to the Purification Plains for the 14th Department Annual Retreat. 

The 14th Department Annual Retreat was a favorite of Nyang Lead Manager’s, as the destination point—the Purification Plains—was a place where all Soul Reapers could rest and relax and take time to remind themselves of the true meaning of Purifying vengeful spirits (of course, many suspected that the lake brimming with fish was actually the real allure for the fussy feline).  

He, Sei Housemaster, and the Manager had already gone ahead two days earlier to get things set up for the rest of the 14th Department, and, to encourage the Soul Reapers to attend the retreat as soon as possible, had set up the days prior to the actual event as a competition to see which Reaper Team could travel the eight hours to the Purification Plains the fastest.  The winning team was exempt from all Soul Reaper cleaning duties for an entire month. 

And oh, how Nine craved that one month of complete freedom.

Yet, he could feel a muscle in his left eye twitch, as he watched his roommate (who had decided that five minutes before their departure was the most opportune time to pack) scramble around the room for his remaining shirts and pants and hair ties and candy and snacks and pretty rocks and shiny beetles and mini elephant figurines and all manner of fidget toys to play with.  

Noctu was, by some stroke of misfortune, the last team to leave for the day (even Mane—who had Jamie, the supposed slowest Soul Reaper in all of existence—had left before them), and Nine could slowly feel his grip on the prospect of a month free from all cleaning duties slip away.

Day’s side of the room had always been a mess, and Nine loathed the day when Theo would get a glance at it, but he never bothered the lumbering Soul Reaper about it, because firstly, it was too much trouble, and secondly, even in all the chaos, Day seemed to know where everything was. 

Or so it had appeared.

“Nine-Nine, Nine-Nine, I can’t find my favorite jacket!”

“I believe it’s on top of your chair, Mr. Day.”

“Nine-Nine!  My hair ties are all gone!  Tachi-Tachi made them for me!  What am I going to do?”

“Are not the hair ties Aitachi gave you the ones on your wrist, Mr. Day?”

“Wow!  Can I show you the really sparkly flower I found under my bed, Nine-Nine?”

“Mr. Day, I promise I’ll look at it after you finish packing.”

And so it went for another five minutes before Day declared himself “ready for adventure.”  Nine breathed a sigh of relief as he and his roommate grabbed their respective luggage (although Day had offered to carry Nine’s seventeen suitcases for him because he only had one and was “stronger than Nine-Nine!”) and walked into the common space of the Noctu Team Dorm.  He prayed that he would find the tribesmen duo of Aitachi and Kirr, all packed and waiting for them, but unfortunately, that was too much to ask for, as the pair were nowhere in sight.

Before Nine could send Day to go out looking for them, however, out lumbered both Kirr and Aitachi from their bedroom, each with not a single suitcase in sight, but rather, massive messenger bags slung across their shoulders, Kirr’s made of leather, and Aitachi’s, merino.  

Kirr smiled at the two from across the dorm.  “Day, Nine, do not fear: Aitachi and I have packed emergency provisions enough for the both of you.”

“Brother Kirr is right,” replied Aitachi, nodding, and patting his bag.  “We will stave off our mighty foe, ‘Malnutrition,’ with all the food that we have!”

Nine shoved down the need to facepalm at the duo and in a composed voice, asked, “Do you two happen to have any clothes packed with all the emergency rations you have in your bags?”

Aitachi and Kirr exchanged confused glances, before the older of the two asked, “Why would we bring a change of clothes if we plan to wash and dry the ones we’re wearing right now in rivers as we blaze our trail to the Plains of Purification?”

“Kirr-Kirr, Tachi-Tachi, that’s so smart!” exclaimed Day, as he made motions to throw out from his own suitcase all his clothes, too.

Nine held a hand out to stop him and swallowed a sigh.  “Mr. Kirr, Aitachi, I think it would be greatly beneficial if you two brought several days change of clothes along with all this, as we won’t be doing trailblazing of any sort to the Purification Plains.”

“Oh, that’s right,” realized Day, sadly.  “Manager said that everyone is taking a ‘road trip’ there, and we’re supposed to be driving the car that the Department left for us.”

Nine wanted to laugh at the we’re supposed to be driving the car remark, because, due to the fact that he wanted to go on living, there was no way that he was going to let any of the other members of the Night Team drive their Department-sanctioned car.

It wasn’t that he liked driving or even particularly wanted to, but he was one hundred percent certain that up in the cold alpine regions that he had grown up in, the only thing that Kirr had ever driven was a pack of sled dogs; Aitachi was only fourteen and up until yesterday, had assumed that the entire party was to travel by way of horseback; and Day, who he treasured greatly, was … Day.  Nine was sure that in the entire time Day had been in the Otherworld, he had yet to pass his driver’s license test and was still patiently nursing his permit. 

But he didn’t have the heart to correct the well-meaning Soul Reaper and nodded.  “Mr. Day is right.  Our trip shouldn’t take us more than eight hours if we take the car, so you don’t have to worry about washing and drying your clothes on the way there, but you will definitely need a change of outfits when we get to the Retreat, unless … you want Mr. Theo and the other Soul Reapers to keep a twenty-mile radius from you.”

(Was it terrible of him to think that that wasn’t so horrible of a prospect?)

Aitachi valiantly declared, “Mr. Theo’s actions will have no effect on me!” but turned around to his room to pack some clothes, anyway, while Kirr slunk off after him, muttering under his breath, “How inconvenient.”

Nine groaned softly as he and Day followed the pair, because frankly, while Aitachi—who liked to sew his own clothes—had something that resembled style, Kirr believed clothes were simply a troublesome necessity; he didn’t even own anything nicely colored or patterned (“In the forest, it is best for a hunter to wear dark, solid colors to blend in with their surroundings”) and had absolutely no fashion sense at all.  And as Nine, who had an appreciation for beauty, refused to let one of his teammates be the bane of anyone with eyes, he felt it his obligation to now ensure that Kirr did not pack everything in the realm of beiges, blacks, and whites for the Retreat.

After several minutes of sorting through Kirr’s clothes and wondering how every item managed to smell so strongly of pine and bramble, Nine deemed the Night Team ready to take on the open road of the Otherworld.  

He herded the group outside of the Department building and toward a clunky black minivan that looked nearly five hundred and thirty-seven SRE years old (he knew the 14th Department was cheap, but really?).  

Nine bit back a laugh when he saw Day carefully arranging his lanky arms and legs into the driver’s seat.

“Mr. Day, I believe it would be best if I did all the driving.”

Day looked surprised.  “Nine-Nine, that’s not fair to you.  We need to take turns!”

“Brother Day is right!  As warriors, we must all learn to share the burden,” said Aitachi.

Kirr nodded gravely.  “It’s not possible for one hunter to take up all the shifts in a single season and succeed.”

Nine didn’t know what to say to that, but as he definitely wasn’t going to let the rest of the team drive, he decided to politely allay their concerns by saying, “In the Otherworld, you need to have a license to drive.”

This seemed to satisfy both Kirr and Aitachi—although he suspected that that was because neither of them was familiar with what driver’s licenses were—but Day surprised him by pulling out a glistening card from his pocket.  “Ta-da!  Look, I have a license, too!  Manager went with me to go get it last week!”

He felt his stomach sink as he slunk toward the front passenger seat and said, “Ah, excellent work, Mr. Day.  Let’s you and I take two-hour shifts, then.”

Nine sighed as Day revved up the engine and cheered, “Yay!  Let’s go, Night Team!”  

He was going to die for a second time, wasn’t he?

Hour 1

“Nine-Nine, Tachi-Tachi, Kirr-Kirr!  Do you guys mind if I play some music?” asked Day, who, although had proven in the past fifteen minutes to be a moderately competent driver (He had only almost crashed three times!  A new low record!), was now completely turned around to address the two of his team members that were seated in the back passenger seats.

Kirr looked mildly concerned because as a hunter, he was used to and greatly appreciated the silence, and had regarded the quietness of the group in the strange vehicle known as “a car” as a kind of comfort.  However, he assented with a stoic “No,” when he noticed the disconcerted expression that Day, who enjoyed silence as much as any exuberant puppy, wore.  

“I have no objection!” assured Aitachi, who was curious as to how Brother Day intended to play a musical instrument when he was busy using both of his hands to operate the “car” machine that they were currently in.

It wasn’t that Nine didn’t appreciate Day’s choice of music—it was just that he knew that all the songs on the tall Soul Reaper’s Otherworldify travel playlist were either super sweet bubblegum pop or some kind of holy music in another language with lots and lots of sitar.  As it turned out, he, like Kirr, was a slave to Day’s melancholy expression and was forced to suffer with a “That’s fine, Mr. Day.” 

Day brightened instantly—it was so gloomy when it was silent—and, taking his eyes off of the road for a few seconds, reached for his cellphone to blast his travel playlist on the car’s speakers.

Nine cringed almost imperceptibly, and Kirr and Aitachi exchanged astonished glances because where was the music coming from (Kirr also privately wondered if the flamboyantly peppy lyrics of the female singer even could be considered music)?!

“It must be the work of spirits,” concluded Aitachi, nodding.  “Brother Day must have employed them to make these noises!”

“Waaaaah, Tachi-Tachi, it’s not noise—it’s music!” said Day, whose eyes had grown to the size of saucers at the comment.  “And hehe, nope, no spirits—the music is coming from these speakers!”  He gestured toward their various locations in the car, leaving exactly zero of his fingers on the steering wheel.

Nine nodded and took this opportunity to lower the volume as he elaborated, “Speakers amplify the sounds that pass through them.”

“What an amazing contraption!” cried Aitachi.  He turned toward his companion on the right.  “Don’t you think so, Brother Kirr?”

Kirr was silent for a few moments before measuredly answering, “It is indeed extraordinary … but will the music not distract you from your task, Day?”

“Don’t worry, Kirr-Kirr!” promised Day, who secretly had to admit that his focus from the road was wavering as he tried to sing along to the songs, but he wasn’t sure if he could stand the silence, again.  “I’ll try to stay alert!”

Nine was struck with an idea.  “Mr. Day, you have been asking to hear my personal compositions for a long time.  Would you like to listen to one now?  The classical music will help fill the long silence ahead of us but will allow you to keep your focus.”

Day beamed at the compromise.  “Yay!  We get to listen to Nine-Nine’s music!”

“Yes, play it, Brother Nine!  It is always good to listen to the music of a fellow warrior!” said Aitachi, as Nine opened his own Otherworldify account and began to play an instrumental soft piano melody.  

The group listened for a few moments before Kirr reached forward to lightly press a hand on Nine’s shoulder.  His eyes gleamed with praise as he said, “You have true talent, Nine.”

“Yeah, Nine-Nine is the best!” agreed Day, as he felt calm overcome him with the music.

“Brother Nine is a prodigy!” Aitachi said.

Nine smiled softly at the encouragement as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat as he, along with the rest of the Night Team, listened to the masterful notes of the first movement of Beethoven’s Piano Sonata Number 14.

While he loved Noctu dearly, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to show his fellow members his own personal compositions.

Yet.

Hour 2

As it turned out, the car that the 14th Department had given them was a gas guzzler, and at the beginning of the final hour of Day’s shift, Nine had the wits to peep at the fuel gauge—as the driver forgot to—and noticed that they were in dire need of gas, ASAP.

“It looks like we’ll need to refuel,” Nine announced.

Kirr immediately reached into his messenger bag and pulled out a short rope of jerky, handing it to him.

Nine shook his head.  “Not that kind of fuel, Mr. Kirr,” he said.  He took out his phone and searched for the nearest gas station.  “I meant fuel for the car.”

“It can share our jerky if it wants!” assured Aitachi, looking confused.  He wished he had remembered to bring carrots or hay, as that was the kind of food he had fed his horse, Tata, in the past, and he assumed this “car” would be more than obliged to consume the same fare, as well.

“I think Nine-Nine means gasoline,” Day said.  “That’s what gives cars their energy.”

Kirr grimaced.  “I’m afraid Aitachi and I failed to bring that kind of food.”  He lowered his head.  “We take full responsibility.”

As Aitachi bowed in tandem, Nine’s eyes widened when they both reached for their weapons.  “Mr. Kirr, Aitachi, it’s not your fault, truly.”  He gestured for them to lower their bows and knives, worrying that it was some kind of custom of both the Cicady and Atiyah tribes to self-mutilate as penance for an offense.  “Don’t hurt yourselves, please.”

“Hurt ourselves?  No, Brother Nine—Brother Kirr and I were only going to go hunt food for the car, as we didn’t think to bring any 'gasoline' for it!” said Aitachi.

Nine couldn’t hold back his laugh at the pair’s earnestness.  “There’s no need.  If Mr. Day will take a left here,” he nodded at the driver, who took an uncoordinated turn as instructed, “we’ll arrive at a station  where we can fill up our car with gas ad libitum, provided we have the money.”

“Which we do!”  Day pat his pockets in satisfaction, but upon remembering that he no longer was a wealthy human being, but rather a penniless Soul Reaper, he turned to Nine and blushed.  “Hehe, or I think Nine-Nine does.”

As the car rolled into the gas station, Nine smiled.  “That I do, Mr. Day.”

Hour 3

“Night Team, will you be with me as I wage war on Mane?” asked Aitachi abruptly as he rummaged through his messenger bag, his face a shade of red that matched the beads in his hair.  

Nine looked at the youngest of the group through the rearview mirror in concern, as Kirr instantly answered, “We will battle your enemies together, Aitachi.”  Nine was driving now, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t the main (read: sole) disciplinarian and voice of reason of his team. “Did something happen?”

“Yes, something did happen, Brother Nine!”  Aitachi pouted.  “It is a most grievous insult!”  He pulled out from his bag an enormous straw sunhat.  Around it was a sky-blue ribbon with the words “Aitachi: Cutest Warrior Ever!” embroidered on it.  

Day turned from his seat in the front to survey the commotion.  “Tachi-Tachi, that’s so cute!”

“That Mr. Licht snuck it into my bag, I’m sure!”  Aitachi shook the large headgear effusively.  “He's the only one who would do such a thing!”

Kirr nodded.  “We must seek the restitution of Aitachi’s honor against the Morning Team for this affront.”  

“Oh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea …” mumbled Day, who loathed conflict of any kind.  “Brother Licht will just apologize if you ask him.”

“Mr. Day is right,” said Nine.  “No waging war of any kind, okay?”  He strained his ears to hear the muted mutters of assent from Aitachi and Kirr.  “I said, okay?”  He nodded when the pair agreed louder this time.  “Good.”  

He looked at the clock, wondering how far the other teams were ahead of them.  Surely no one must’ve reached the Purification Plains yet, else the Manager would’ve made a post (or the team itself) on SNS.  He peered in the rearview mirror to see Aitachi unwinding the straw of his new hat in frustration.  “How about in order to avenge Aitachi, we do it by beating all the other teams—including Mane—to the retreat?”

Aitachi brightened at the prospect.  “What a good idea!”  He raised a fist determinedly.  “Death to the Morning Team!  Drive as fast as you can, Brother Nine!”

“Yay!  Let’s win this race, everyone!” cheered Day.  

Kirr bobbed his head.  “To the winners go the spoils.”

Nine grinned as he pressed his foot down on the gas pedal.  It was nice to see the Night Team come together like this, and for once, despite their extremely late start, Nine believed that they had a chance of winning.

Hour 5

First a nervous smile.

And then a frown.

Another nervous smile.

Another frown.

And then … something that resembled a mixture of both?

These were the expressions that consecutively passed on Day’s face in the two minutes that Nine had watched him out of the corner of his eye.

“Is something the matter, Mr. Day?” he finally had to ask.

Day stuttered, “I—um, no!”

“Brother Day, do not feel as if you need to hide your feelings from us!” said Aitachi.  “We are all warriors of equal caliber and can speak freely to one another.”

Kirr echoed the thought by saying, “Aitachi is right.  There are no secrets between us.”

Day’s face absolutely melted at the kind words.  “It’s just that,” he blubbered, “I really have to go to the bathroom and I know we’re on a tight schedule now and I don’t want to be a bother, and, and, and—”

“Mr. Day, there is no shame in needing to relieve yourself.”  Nine looked out the window and saw that a rest stop was coming up.  “We could all use a break, and look over there—there’s a resting place ahead, so we won’t even have to go out of our way.”

“Th—thanks for saying that, Nine-Nine,” sniffled Day, rubbing his watery eyes, as he pulled the car into the shelter that Nine had pointed out.

As soon as the vehicle came to a sudden stop (à la Day’s masterful parking skills), the party mosied out of the confining space of the car and into the open expanse of the rest stop.

Day sprinted to the bathroom shelter upon their arrival and Kirr began to stretch his muscles, much to the excitement of the flock of girls who stared nearby.

Nine followed Aitachi, who had smelled water and had grabbed Licht’s hat with every intention of throwing it into whatever body of water larger than a puddle that appeared.  

The younger boy saw Nine shadowing him and, as he came upon the lake which he had sensed, turned to the older Reaper and said quietly, “Brother Nine, you probably think I am being wasteful by casting such a finely-crafted piece of apparel away.”  He sighed and held the hat over the water.  “But I am a warrior and worked hard to be recognized as one in my tribe—it's disheartening to know that many in the 14th Department don’t see me as one simply because of my appearance.”

Nine shook his head.  “I don’t think that way at all.”  He himself loathed his own beauty and the other Reapers’ constant mention of it.  In that moment, he felt a kind of kinship with Aitachi, for they both hated what they saw in the mirror.  He pulled the younger Soul Reaper closer to the lake until they both could see their reflections in it.  “You are more than your appearance, Aitachi.  Us on the Night Team know that, but if the Reapers on the other teams need a reminder, we will make sure they get one.”

With that, he guided Aitachi’s hands farther above the water and gestured for him to let the hat go.  They both released a cathartic sigh as the ripples in the wake of its tumble down to the depths of the lake marred their reflections in the water.

Hour 6

“Is that the Evening Team?” asked Kirr as Day’s haphazard driving sped them past a field of fruit trees.  He was sure that his keen eyes had spotted Noah, Sian, Kati, and Cyrille lounging under several boughs, each munching lazily on an armful of apples.  

He watched—mildly amused—that upon noticing that the car that blazed past them was indeed of 14th Department and belonged to the Night Team (whose car had a vanity license plate that read “NOCTU”), no less, Hesperide dropped all the fruit they had been eating and looked at the passing faces of Day and Aitachi—who were sitting in the seats by the windows facing them—in shock.  

Nine smiled.  “That is the Evening Team.  And if I’m remembering correctly, they were the first  to leave?”  

“Yep, yep!” said Day.  “I remember because Little One was in a mood and told me to go away because I offered to get a suitcase that was too high for him to reach!  He told me my height wouldn’t matter in the end because Hesperide was going to leave first, and by Brother Cyrille’s calculations, that means they would get there first, too!”

Aitachi clapped his hands eagerly.  “They must have thought that their leaving early meant they could take long breaks.  A true warrior knows never to be so unguarded!”

“It looks like they’re already on our tails, nevertheless,” observed Kirr, who was still peering behind them at the Evening Team.  “They are fast like rabbits.”

“They’re already in their car?” asked Nine wearily.  Hadn’t they just seen them maybe two minutes ago?  Could they already be following them on the road?  He peeked into the rearview mirror in confusion.  There were no cars behind them for several yards—just how good was Kirr’s eyesight?

Kirr squinted, but he could still definitely make out Sian’s pink hair and Kati’s angry fist at least one mile behind them.  “They have not mounted their vehicle, yet.  They’re putting all their apples into some kind of compartment in the rear.”  As a hunter, he could gauge the distance and time it would take for them to catch up to the Night Team car in an instant.  “I have an idea.”

“What is it, Brother Kirr?” Aitachi asked eagerly.

Kirr looked at his companions.  “Let us set a trap for Hesperide to throw them off their course—and any other team that follows this path.”

“That is,” said Nine, “an excellent idea, Mr. Kirr.  Do you have any plans on what to do?”

“Normally I would suggest setting several snares to capture our prey, but as I believe Manager would be angry if the Evening Team was killed, I advise we set up a distraction that the other teams cannot refuse.”  He peered ahead with his sharp eyes and discerned a road marker that read:

Route 14 — Keep Right

Route 24 — Straight Ahead

If he was remembering the extremely long lectures Nine had given the group regarding the many winding roads of the Otherworld and how keeping on Route 14 would lead them straight to the Purification Plains, going on a different route would surely set one astray.  “Perhaps we should change the directions on that sign up ahead.” 

“Waaaaah, Kirr-Kirr, I don’t see any signs!” complained Day as he and the rest of the Night Team failed to see ahead what was so clear to the eagle-eyed hunter.  

“There is one,” he assured them.  “If Day were to move this vehicle with great speed, then we would be able to make it to the sign two minutes before the Evening Team.  In that time, we must rewrite the directions on it.  At present, it reads, ‘Route Fourteen, keep right, and Route Twenty-Four, straight ahead.”

“We will write ‘Route Fourteen, straight ahead, and Route Twenty-Four, keep right’ instead, then!” realized Aitachi.  Out from his messenger bag, he pulled several sticks of colored wax and lumps of coal, which he sometimes used to color pictures with—even though he insisted they were for the purpose of marking trees so one wouldn’t get lost in the woods.  “We can use these to rewrite the sign.”

And so that’s what they did.

Kirr’s estimation in how much time they would have to alter the road sign was correct, and the short time span caused their work to be rather shoddy, even though Nine’s beautiful calligraphy remedied it a little.

As they drove off, Nine bit his lip and said, “They won’t expect sabotage, so I hope they think that the mistakes in the sign were simply due to an error on the signmaker’s part.”

“‘Sabotage’ doesn’t sound very good, Nine-Nine,” said Day, who looked a tad bit queasy at the prospect.

Nine smiled benignly.  “Surely Manager expects a little healthy competitiveness in this contest.”

Hour 7

“Hm-♪-hm-♪, doesn’t everyone else think it’s funny that the only team we’ve seen in the past six hours is Hesperide?” mused Day, tapping absentmindedly at the windowsill.  “If what Little One said about the Evening Team leaving first is true, shouldn’t we have seen all the others in between?”

Aitachi pursed his lips.  “Maybe the other teams also sped past Hesperide when they were grazing, and they didn’t notice and so couldn’t take action?”

“Maybe,” said Nine, whose brow had begun to furrow,  “but I don’t think Noah would be that lax.  Especially since there aren’t that many cars on this road and all of the 14th Department ones have very obvious vanity license plates.”

“Diluculo and Mane up ahead,” announced Kirr, as if on cue.

The other Reapers’ eyebrows shot up.

“Both of the teams?” asked Nine, needing clarification because what were the chances?

Kirr nodded, looking ahead.  “All eight members are outside of their vehicles.”

“I see them, now!” exclaimed Day, whose jaw dropped open at the sight.  “Nine-Nine!  Nine-Nine—slow down!  Let’s see why they’re stopped!”

Nine, who didn’t necessarily want to waste time in oogling at the other teams, obeyed nonetheless and rolled down his window as the Noctu car stopped, with the engine running, in front of the field where the Dawn and Morning Teams were meandering about.

Quincy did not look happy to see them.  “Oh, great—it’s Doggo and his band of Night Team weirdos!”

Ell’s reception was much more welcoming.  “It’s great to see you guys—achoo!”

Day and Aitachi wriggled their way to Nine’s open window and poked their heads outside.

“Hey, everyone!  Why are you all stopped?” asked Day.

Aitachi, who had been surveying the area, pointed to Jamie, who was standing a few feet away with Non-Non, chanting, “Come on, lil’ feller, you can do it!” 

“I think, Brother Day, that Mr. Jamie is trying to get Non-Non to relieve himself!” 

“You brought Non-Non with you?” asked Nine incredulously.

Ell blushed.  “Mr. Jamie wouldn’t leave without him.”

Kirr also peeked out from Nine’s window.  “I too, would not leave without Non-Non if I were him.”  The tone he said this was so menacing that even Non-Non could feel a shiver down his spine.  

“Waaaaah, so that solves Mane, but what about you guys, Diluculo!”  Day looked a yard in front of him where Verine was pacing with some kind of inhaler at his nose.  “Oh no, is Bambi sick?”

“The Whelp is always sick, Doggo,” spat Quincy.  “And if he doesn’t get out of the car every hour for thirty minutes to get his stupid fresh air, then he gets even sicker!”

Youssef cleared his throat apologetically.  “What Quincy is trying to say is that Verine can’t stay cooped up in the car for very long so we’ve had to take a lot of breaks.  It’s only by chance that we met the Morning Team here.”

“If you’ve needed to make so many stops, how come you’re already only an hour away from the Purification Plains?” Nine had to ask.

The eldest Soul Reaper flushed and looked away.  “Mori … may have found that even though Route Fifteen doesn’t lead to the retreat location, it does merge into Route Fourteen quite aways down and in that span, manages to complete the same distance in only half the time.”

“Yeah, but Route Fifteen is shady as hell, so because of him,” Quincy whirled around to point a finger at Mori, who looked unperturbed at the accusation, “we almost got robbed seventeen times when we were taking the Whelp on his walks!”  He kicked the ground.  “And it doesn’t help that the dumb Morning Team decided to stop exactly where we did!”

“Speaking of the Morning Team,” Aitachi said, curling his fists angrily.  “Where are Mr. Licht and Mr. Ghilley?  I have many things I want to say to Mr. Licht for giving me that demeaning hat!”

“They’re both in the car, I think,” admitted Ell.  “And I’m sorry about Mr. Licht—he means well—achoo!”

Nine realized that unlike Diluculo, who had come through a different path, Mane must have stayed on Route Fourteen, and considering that they were ahead of Hesperide, must have found a way to avoid the Evening Team’s detection when they rested in the fruit trees.

“How were you able to get past Hesperide?” asked Nine.  “Surely if you went past them, they would have seen your car and drove ahead.”

Jamie, who was still trying to coax Non-Non into taking a bathroom break, called over, “Aw, Ghilley said that we should cover our license plates to confuse y’all.”

“Waaaaaaaah, isn’t that illegal?” asked Day, who didn’t realize that his team had no right to question Mane’s actions, as they themselves had done some unsavory things in order to win.

Ell’s blush deepened.  “O—oh, is it?  We had no idea—achoo!  Achoo!”

“While it is entertaining to hear of your exploits,” cut in Kirr, though not unkindly, “we of the Night Team must get moving, for we still have an hour yet to travel.”

Aitachi nodded.  “Brother Kirr is right!  We wish Diluculo the best of luck!”  He pointedly left out wishing well to Mane because dishonor!

“Bye-bye!” chirped Day, as Nine bade farewell to the other two teams and rolled the window back up.  

“That means the only team we have yet to meet is Die,” concluded Nine as they continued their drive down Route Fourteen.  

Day gulped.  “And scary King Ethan is on that team!”

“Brother Day, do not be afraid of Mr. Ethan!  We will most certainly beat him and the rest of Die!” assured Aitachi, although, he, along with the rest of the Night Team, could hardly fathom a scenario where the pretentious, but diligent Soul Reaper didn’t demand an absolute victory from his team.

Hour 8

“We’re almost there!” sang Day.  While he was busy playing Pictionary with Aitachi in the fog that formed from his breath on the window, he had still been keeping track of the time that had passed.

“And we’ve still seen no sign of the intrepid Day Team,” Kirr said.

Aitachi looked away from his and Day’s game to nervously offer, “What if they’re already at the Plains?”

“They can’t be,” affirmed Nine, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.  He was not going to give up a month free from cleaning shifts to someone as snobby as Ethan.

Kirr looked calm as he said, “Do not worry, Aitachi.  The members of Team Die are sneaky, but fast and strong, like foxes—and you remember how much fun we had the last time we hunted foxes.”

“Kirr-Kirr and Tachi-Tachi hunted foxes?  That’s so cool!”  Day exclaimed.  “Next time, take me too, please!”  He looked ahead and brightened.  “Hey, hey, that sign says ‘Welcome to the Purification Plains!’”

Suddenly, they heard an engine revving behind them and everyone besides Nine, who was driving, whirled around to see who the new car was.

Aitachi’s jaw dropped.  “Is that the Day Team?”  

The license plate on the front of the car proved it plainly, for it indeed, had “DIE” written on it, and the words were becoming clearer and clearer as the vehicle whizzed toward them at speeds that none of the decrepit 14th Department cars could even dream of moving at.  

Nine made the connection when he saw the plume of smoke and flames that the Day Team car left in its wake.  “Mr. June’s using his fireballs and blowing through all their fuel at once to move the car as fast as possible!”

“They were tailing us—” realized Kirr, running a hand through his hair in desperation, “waiting for the right moment in which to launch their true speed!  How could I have been so foolish as to not see this coming?  Ethan is a crafty foe, indeed.”

Aitachi tried to keep the panic out of his voice to console his friend by saying, “Do not think it your fault, Brother Kirr.  I’m sure Mr. Ethan purposely kept his car far enough that you couldn’t see what he was doing, but so that he could see us.”

“He probably saw us switch the signs on Hesperide, too,” recognized Nine.  However, he couldn’t dwell on that now, as the Day Team’s car was now right up next to them and was speeding past.  

Suddenly, Day was struck with an idea as he watched the golden smoke that depicted June’s handiwork from the tailpipe of Die's car.  “I have an idea!”

“Say it, Brother Day!  We’ll take anything!” exclaimed Aitachi, watching Die race closer and closer to the entrance to the Purification Plains.  

Day nodded.  “Let’s all draw our weapons and throw them at the car’s wheels on my count!”

Aitachi and Kirr bobbed their heads in agreement, but Nine stared at Day carefully.  “Are you sure about this, Mr. Day?  This is rather underhanded for you.”

“I’ll do anything to protect Tachi-Tachi’s honor,” assured Day, with not even a slight waver in his voice.  He drew his weapon and signaled for the others to do the same.  “On my mark, ready … set … go!”  He exclaimed the last syllable when he saw that the Day Team was fifteen feet in front of the entrance.

All of Noctu rolled down their windows and released their weapons at the word and every one of them hit true on the mark of one of the other car’s wheels.  As the Day Team’s tires blew out, the Night Team’s car sped past Ethan’s enraged face, but they had gotten no more than five feet before one of their own tires popped.

“Oh, no, King Ethan retaliated!” cried Day, referring to the lone sword that had pierced their car’s wheels.

However, Ethan’s sword did not have the slowing effect that he had intended, for as soon as Kirr and Aitachi felt the tell-tale loosening of pressure from one of their tires, their instincts and fleetfootedness, honed from years of hunting nimble hares and deer in the forest, took over, and they kicked open the car doors.  Before anyone could blink, the pair raced toward the Purification Plains’ entrance. 

“Come, Mr. Day, let’s follow them,” ushered Nine the instant the two sprinted out, offering his hand to the tall Soul Reaper.    

Day took it and grinned.  “Aye-aye, Nine!”

Ethan, along with the rest of Die, arrived at the entrance just as the last two members of Noctu did.  

“We did it!” cheered Day, huddling all the members of the Night Team into a group hug.  “We won!”  

“You didn’t win,” began Ethan, his eye twitching in irritation.  “You can’t win if your vehicle didn’t cross the entry point.”  He grit his teeth.  “Now since neither of ours can make it across, the winners will either be Mane, Hesperide, or Diluculo.”

“That’s not necessarily the case,” said the Manager, who seemed to materialize from out of nowhere.  She beamed at the two teams.  “The rules were that whichever team arrives at the Purification Plains first would win.  And since Kirr and Aitachi are both of the Night Team, Noctu wins!”

Ethan’s frown—which had momentarily disappeared at the sight of the Manager—deepened.  “But ma’am—they played unfairly.”

The Manager bit her lips.  “Technically, Sei Housemaster, Nyang Lead Manager, and I never said that there were parameters on what you could and couldn’t do to win, so while I don’t condone their actions—and yours, too, Ethan, I saw you throw your sword at their tire, as well—I think in terms of this competition, it’s okay.”  She turned to look sternly at the members of the Night Team.  “But I expect you four to pay for the damages you caused to the Day Team’s car.”  She cleared her throat.  “And to the sign.”

Day’s eyes widened.  “You know about that, Manager?”

The Manager only laughed and took out from her pocket four pink slips of paper and handed them to the members of Noctu.  “I award these coupons, which serve as passes from cleaning shifts for one month, to the Night Team!”

The group of four held their tickets up to the sky and cheered, and Nine had to admit, although his motivation for this road trip initially had been for these passes alone, he now considered them just a sweet, sweet bonus for the time he had spent bonding with his teammates.  

And on their drive home after the 14th Department Annual Retreat, he scrounged up his courage and poised a finger on the “play” button on the car speaker to share with the rest of Noctu his most prized, secret music composition.

He had hesitated before to show this part of himself.

But after this trip, he was finally ready.

[nickpakin]

You’re like a fucking golden retriever, don’t you give up?

Summary:

Charlie gets Alex an actual golden retriever as a present for their one-year anniversary, but then gets jealous when he starts to see that Alex has been spending way too much time with his pet.

Charlie’s POV:

I have always loved when my beloved boyfriend, Alex Standall, would call me a golden retriever in a human body. So to show him how much I appreciate him using that label on me, I decided to adopt an actual golden retriever puppy as an anniversary present for Alex. After finishing up with work, I drive straight to Alex's apartment. Once I headed to the front door and rang the doorbell, I begin to pose comically with some balloons and the box with our new pet in it as Alex answers the door.

"Happy anniversary, honey bear!" I beamed as I saw Alex's pretty face.

"Charlie, we've talked about honey bear." Alex groaned in embarrassment.

"But it's an adorable nickname." I pouted.

"On Mars, maybe." He joked.

Alex elevates himself on his tiptoes to kiss me. There was never a day where I didn’t miss the taste of Alex's soft, cherry-flavored chapstick. I give a few more cheeky kisses to the most handsome man in existence before settling down on his living room couch.

"Look what I got you." I said as I handed Alex the box.

I watch my boyfriend as he roughly tears off the wrapping paper until the mystery in that box was finally revealed before him.

"Oh. my. god." Alex gasped. "It's so so cute!"

The puppy pops up from the box and jumps right into Alex's arms. My smile widens as I looked at Alex absolutely gushing over the cuteness of the tiny golden retriever.

"Wow it's so fluffy!" Alex said. "Where did you get it?"

"PetSmart." I chuckled.

"Thank you so much, babe.” Alex smiled. “What’s its name? I am already obsessed."

"His name is Max, and you're welcome." I said as I lay my arm around his shoulder. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Charles." He says before kissing my lips.

Me and my adorable boyfriend relax on the couch while we both welcome the newest member of our little family in our arms.

"We’re gonna get along real well, huh Max?" Alex gushed while ruffling his fingers through Max’s fur.

"Yes we will." I said, mimicking Max.

In this moment in time, I knew he was right. Max, Alex and I are gonna be one, big, happy family. What could possibly go wrong?

FEW WEEKS LATER

I wake up from my good night's sleep and proceed to text my boyfriend to see if he had any plans for today. After celebrating our anniversary, it had gotten complicated for us to see each other these past few weeks because of Alex being busy with work and preparing for his college final exams all while taking care of Max. As much as I wanted to be there to keep him company, Alex really cares about studies and I want him to thrive and succeed. But at the same time I wish I was there to help him relax from all the stress he had been through.

CHARLIE: Are you up, babe? 👀😊

ALEX: i am now

CHARLIE: So Tyler and Estela invited us to go to the movies with them today. You wanna come?

ALEX: Can’t. Have to study for this stupid college algebra final tomorrow.

CHARLIE: Aww that sucks. 🥺 Well... maybe I could take you out to the mall after you're done?

ALEX: Nope, history exam the next day sadly. anyways gotta go practice with my quadratic equations :(

CHARLIE: ok good luck! Luv you honey bear! ❤️😘

Several minutes pass and Alex leaves me with no reply. My boyfriend has never ended our conversations without texting 'I love you' back. The more I waited, the more worried I became which made me think that something was up. After picking up Tyler and Estela, I decide to stop by his place to see if he was okay. As I parked near the curb, I glance out the window to observe his residence. Just when I thought I would see my boyfriend looking all pretty and studious, I see him running around playing with Max in the front lawn.

"What the hell?" I said, clenching my fist on the wheel.

Alex literally said he had to study tonight, but from what I was seeing right in front of my eyes it seems my so-called boyfriend has somehow completely fallen in love with that dog. He has never lied to me; not even once, until I let Max enter the picture. I started to think that maybe I should never have given Alex that dog for his birthday. Seeing the love of my life avoiding me while being with that monstrosity made my positive energy deplete.

"I guess it's just us, Tyler." I said.

"Okay, cool." Tyler said.

"Can we watch A Dog's Purpose?" Estela begged. "I've been dying to watch it."

"What do you think, Charlie?" Tyler said.

"Uhh... sure. Sounds fun." I nodded. "Tickets are on me."

I start my car and proceed to drive our way to The Crestmont.

"So what happened with Alex?" Tyler asked.

"He's..." I paused. "I don't... I don't think he loves me anymore."

"What?" Tyler gasped. "Why would you think that?"

"Ever since I got him that puppy, we haven't been talking as much as we used to." I grumbled. "Alex told me he had been studying non-stop but turns out he's been spending way too much time with that golden retriever. It's like Max is his second husband. Like, hello? I'm your boyfriend not him, you should be paying attention to me!"

"Um... I think you're being way overdramatic." Tyler pointed out.

"Am not!" I yelled. "Ty, you're not helping."

"Wasn't the reason you gave him Max in the first place was because you wanted to show how much you loved him?" Tyler mentioned.

"Well... yeah." I said as I calmed down my voice.

Maybe Tyler was right. I could be overreacting. But ever since I heard about Alex kissing Zach that one time long before we officially dated, I had gotten more worried about how there could be other guys out there who would be brave enough to steal my precious Alex Standall away from me. Now I'm literally competing with an animal. A human golden retriever V.S. an actual golden retriever. Never have I ever thought I'd end up in this kind of situation.

"Look, before you know it, Alex will come crawling right back to you." Tyler said.

"Yeah, right." I sighed.

THE NEXT DAY

The next day I attempted to call and text Alex again, but with no surprise, no answer. Good thing I have him on Snapchat to see what he's actually doing when I'm not around. I open his snapchat story to see a video of him teaching Max how to catch a frisbee. Knowing exactly where he's at, I decide to take a trip to the park to have a nice, little chat with my nerdy liar of a boyfriend and his adorable, yet deceiving minion.

"Charlie, hey!" Alex waved while holding Max with a leash.

"Alex. Didn't expect to see you and... him here." I said as my eyes shifted to Max. "How were you finals?"

"Stressful, but I made B's on my english, psychology, and history finals and got a C+ on my algebra exam." Alex grinned.

"Right..." I said longingly.

"Wait why did you say that so long?" Alex said suspiciously. "You okay, babe?"

"Oh now you call me babe." I gagged. "Funny since you've been so busy with your other one."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Alex asked. "What's up with you?"

I tried my best to avoid answering the question but the more I looked at Max being beside Alex, the more I wanted to let all my frustrations out.

"Charles Hayden Brixton Saint George, answer me." Alex commanded.

Whenever Alex says my full name, I automatically know that he's in a bad mood.

"Because you’ve been spending way too much time with Max." I finally confessed.

Alex puts his hands on his hips in a sassy manner.

"That’s why you’ve been so grouchy?" Alex said. "Because you were jealous of the dog that YOU gave me?"

"Well…" I shrugged.

Just when I thought Alex was going to put me in my place, he laughs tremendously and playfully pushes my shoulder.

"You can be such a drama queen, you know that?" Alex laughed.

"So you love me again?" I teased.

"Always have, always will, you dork." Alex chuckled.

Alex presses his palms over my cheeks and I finally get to kiss his sweet lips again after what felt like a whole lifetime. Then Max runs towards me and lands his paws on my ankles.

"Oh hey, my little one!" I said, picking Max up.

"Don't you have something to say to Max?" Alex said.

"Alright, I'm sorry for my unnecessary behavior." I murmured. "And for thinking you stole Alex from me. You can't understand a word I'm saying anyway."

Max stares at me with those mesmerizing puppy dog eyes, but after a while he begins licking my face very menacingly.

"I guess he forgives you." Alex smiled.

Right after making up, the three of us run towards the open grass, letting Max take the lead. Alex hands me a frisbee and I proceed to throw it towards as hard as I could. Max starts running in its direction while Alex and I follow him. The two of us cheer our golden retriever on as he successfully catches the frisbee. We continue to play and chase each other around in circles until all of our energy got drained. Me and my beloved honey bear were left smiling happily on the green grass, with Max laying down comfortably between us. Despite having second thoughts about bringing that puppy into our lives, it turns out that Max brought me and Alex much closer than ever. I guess having not one, but two golden retrievers in the life of Alex Standall was not such a bad thing after all.

[bebeliscious]

Deep blue

Fic about Arya and Gendry actually interacting in King’s Landing bc BITCH U RLY THINK THEY WOULDN’T??? he actually threw her a thirsty look when she threatened Yaras/Ashas life You Cannot Tell Me He Didn’t anyway enjoy.

not looking for criticism, just wanna get this off my chest kthanksbye.

The Starks siblings had said their farewells to Jon Snow only a month ago and a couple of days later Sansa had taken her leave. Arya's ship had been a priority; one of the perks of being the Breaker of Dawn, Night King slayer or whatever people chose to call her nowadays. Today she would be leaving King's Landing as well.

She sheathed her dagger and glanced sideways at Gendry while securing her jerkin. Yawning, he stretched like a cat and put his arms behind his head. His blue eyes had been examining her for hours already, as he'd retold the story about each bruise and scar that Arya told him about weeks ago. Now he stared at the open window, his face moody as if considering taking the morning on for a fight.

“You could always stay a while...” He said, breaking the comfortable silence. Arya sat down next to him, one hand drifting to caress his strong chest.

“You could always come with.” She responded.

He freed one of his arms to grab her hand.

“Go west...” He said and his chest moved as he laughed. “An adventure, for sure.”

But they'd gone through this. Although he'd easily would have given up everything for her, and she truly believed he would, he couldn’t. Arya knew he had to make it right to all the people who had suffered from the dragon queen's attack in King's Landing. She knew he would offer them a home, stability, in Storm's End. A new beginning. He'd joked about renaming it Bastard's End, a place for all the bastards and orphans to find peace.

“...Maybe next time.” She whispered as she leaned down for another kiss. She didn't know how many more of those she had.

“Why'd you have to go and get dressed?” Gendry groaned and brought her hand from his chest to his lips.

“I'm leaving.” Her voice was barely audible as she softened it, trying to soften the blow. But he'd known for a while.

*

Bran had been named king and Arya had thrown a long look at Gendry. As the other lord's and ladies left, she made her way over to where he sat. Sansa glanced at her sister for a bit, before nodding and disappearing with the rest. He just sat there, looking dashing in his house colours and that eternal frown.

“M'lord.” She said and smirked as she made the sloppiest curtsy in history.

He tried to hold his frown for yet another second before snorting and giving in to laughter. She smiled smugly at him, then dropped the smile when she realised she didn't know what was acceptable anymore. Could she simply embrace him? Had he already moved on? Did he still find her beautiful after she'd refused him and left without an explanation? She found out she needn't worry as he reached for her hands. He smiled up to her, eyes crinkled in the sunlight but she still made out the blue in them.

“Sorry, Arya. The lordship went straight to my head. I know what I asked of you, I know you didn't want it and I asked it anyway. I'm fine just having this.”

“I'm leaving.” She said and realised too late that she could have eased him into it. There was hurt in his eyes as he let go of her hands and looked away. “Come with me?”

His head moved abruptly as he looked up to her again. She brought her hands up to cup his face.

“We'll go west, you and I. We'll explore lands never heard of before. Can you even imagine? We know nothing of what lays west.” Excited, her words almost stumbled from her mouth. “What if we are the first men, for once? Well, first man and woman.” Her laughter died down as she registered his troubled look.

“I want to.” The frown on his brow said otherwise. “I do, but... Arya, think of everything I could do. Not for the lord's and the ladies... The rest. Those who live one day at the time, who only know the sweat on their brow? I don't know how to make it better... I don't know the first thing about being a lord, but...”

“-But you have to try.”

And she understood. Of course she understood, this was Gendry. This was the boy she fell in love with, who grew up to become a man who, somehow, still had faith in those around him. Arya leaned down and kissed him softly. His hands went directly around her waist and pulled her close to him. Resting her forehead on his, she said:

“You will try, Lord Baratheon. And you will succeed. I can't wait to see it with my own eyes upon my return.”

*

He sighted and caressed her hand. He finally met her gaze with his and smiled sadly.

“I know.”

Arya wondered what she would do with herself the moment she woke up and found herself alone on a bed out at sea without his warmth around her. She'd grown to cherish even his snores during the time they'd shared a bed, ever since Bran became king.

Of course people had noticed, but if anybody had anything to say about it, it had not been in front of her. She doubted they would've dared to. She'd already started to sweat when they stood on the docks later that day. Bran and his entourage where there to bid their farewells and the crew had just finished loading the last of the wine she planned on selling on her way west. As excited she was for the new adventure, she knew the tightness in her chest was entirely because of the obvious signs of her time running out. Turning to her brother, she knelt and bowed her head.

“Your grace.” She offered as a single formality, then stood again. “Bran.”

“Safe travels, sister.” Then he nodded and gestured towards Gendry. He stood further down the docks, hands behind his back and eyes intent on the horizon.

“Getting cold feet?”

Instead of laughing, he turned to look at her quietly. Suddenly the moment felt much more serious than she had planned. She shifted uneasily from one foot to another.

“Will you come back to me?” He said and closed the distance between them in two steps.

She tried joking it off again.

“You'll probably have an entire army of children when I get back-”

“Arya, please. Say you'll come back to me.”

Her face fell. It was dumb. She didn't know when or if she'd be back. Now, if she did, he would probably have some else to call beautiful by then. It was so dumb yet she wanted to say it, even if it was only true in this moment.

“I'll come back to you.” Arya said, cheeks red but her eyes never left his.

With a smile, Gendry pulled her close to him and kissed her fiercely. Her heart clenched and, in those precious seconds, she never wanted to leave. He broke the kiss, leaving her wanting for more. She wouldn't put it past him. As she stared him in the eyes, the same blue as the blue sea she was about to defy, he tightened his grip on her hands for a moment, steeling himself, then let go and said:

“Go.”

[happy-meo]

SILVER SPOON: Part 7 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

 A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol) Office au Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: So this was a fairly short update x) and depending on the snow storm we’re supposed to have today to tomorrow, this may or may not be my last update until next week. I’m going to a concert Friday and having a Kpop sleepover this weekend (woot~) so I won’t have time to sit and write x_x that’s why I wanted to leave you guys with another update before the weekend! Enjoy ~

           "Y/N."

           You flinched when you looked up to find Yoongi standing in front of your desk. Hurriedly, you stood up flustered. "Y-yes, M-Mr. Min?"

           "You okay?" Yoongi frowned. "I've been calling your name for a few minutes."

           You felt yourself warm considerably. "I-I'm fine. Just concentrated."

           "You're all red. Do you have a fever?" Yoongi reached out and touched your forehead, which would've spurred you to burst into flames, if you were secretly a phoenix or if humans were suddenly capable of combusting into fire when feelings became too overwhelming. "You're so warm!"

           He cupped your cheeks worriedly. "Your entire face!"

           "I- I- just need some fresh air." You stepped back away from his grasp, your heart beating way too quickly; you were afraid someone would need to call an ambulance if you lingered near him any longer.

           "I'll walk around with you." He offered. "What if you faint or something?"

           You chuckled nervously. "You need to prepare for the meeting. I'll be okay. Maybe it's just hot flashes or something."

           "It's a bit too early for menopause don't you think?" he teased.

           You snorted and bowed politely before hurrying out.

           Ever since your revelation during the office party, you couldn't look or speak to Yoongi directly. You were on edge so much that you freaked out whenever he appeared out of the blue or played around with you. But when he wasn't looking, you would turn your attention to him, letting your thoughts wander, and end up getting behind your schedule. You were just completely thrown off. What does one do when they realize they have feelings for someone else? Should they confess? Should they remain silent?

           You shook your head and took a seat on a nearby bench outside. You had to remain silent. The Chairman warned you not to fall in love in with his grandson, but you had done so without even realizing it. When had it happened? How could you have stopped it? Why did you have to realize it? You groaned into your hands, distraught.

           You felt absolutely guilty for harboring feelings and not being able to compose yourself properly after the realization. You were a grown woman for goodness sake! Why couldn't you act normal? You sighed and touched your chest, feeling your heartbeat calming down.

           It had almost been a full week since the party and every moment, awake and asleep, was filled with thoughts and dreams of Yoongi. When he was around, you'd try to catch a glimpse of him as often as you could without getting caught. When he wasn't, you would reminisce about the times when he was close or fantasize about what could be if you weren't bound by...well by everything really. Money, status, wealth, personalities, his family, and frankly, you were pretty sure he would never find you romantically appealing. He was famous and wealthy after all, and handsome to boot. He had options, so why would he choose you? A farm girl who had no ounce of spontaneity or fun inside of her or a penny to her name.  

           You looked up at the sky, a gnawing feeling at the pit of your stomach. You knew exactly what you had to do, but you had hoped you'd be able to work through and discard your feelings before turning to this option. But this week had shown you that your affections would only grow stronger alongside your guilt, and you couldn't endanger the company like that. Much less destroy the progress that Yoongi had made; he had come so far from when you first met.

           You smiled sadly and stood up. You had to do what was best for everyone.

           At the end of the week, you found yourself in front of Jimin's desk while he stared at you in horror.

           "What is this?" he exclaimed as he grabbed the envelope you had handed to him.

           "A transfer request."

           "WHY?" his voice was laced with tamed anger and sadness.

           "Jimin." You exhaled, trying to fight back tears. "Remember when I told you that the Chairman warned me not to fall in love with his grandson?"

           Jimin immediately softened. "Y/N..."

           You sniffled and tried to laugh it off. "Remember how we laughed about that, and thought about what he might look like and all that."

           Jimin pulled you into his chest gently. "You don't have to do this, Y/N."

           "I do, Jimin. I need to leave. Some things are just too far-fetched to dream about." You mumbled into his chest. "And if he were to find out, then it could ruin our friendship."

           "But what about you?"

           You stepped back and smiled. "Me? I'll be fine. You know that. I can work hard anywhere and at any job once I put my mind to it."

           "So..." Jimin frowned. "Why did you give this to me? I no longer hold the highest position in this branch."

           "I can't do it, Jimin. I can't face him." You exhaled. "You know him. He won't have it. He'll try to keep me here and the more I'm near him, the more I want to be with him. The more I realize the depth of my feelings, the more I realize I'm not worth being by his side and I need to get over it."

           "But it has to go through him still; you know that's how it works."

           "I won't come in and won't notify anyone. That's a transgression each day, and so he'll have to kick me out of the branch after three. Please give it to him after the 3 days." You squeezed Jimin's hands. "Please."

           Jimin nodded and patted your head carefully. "Stay well."

           "You too."

           You waited until Yoongi left for the day and cleared out your desk.

           Monday rolled around and Yoongi stood in front of your empty desk in surprise. Jimin waltzed in with two coffees as usual, exhausted from thinking about his predicament the entire weekend.

           He didn't know what the right thing to do was.

           "Oh? She's not here? How unusual?" he pretended, then handed Yoongi the coffee. "I'll shoot her a text, but here, you can have her coffee."

           Yoongi frowned and gripped the cup. "Is she really okay? She was zoned out all of last week. What's been happening with her? I should've asked her more often and forced it out of her!"

           Jimin patted his shoulder and strolled into his office, watching through his window as Yoongi continued to stare at your desk, perplexed and worry-stricken. His hand traced the envelope that sat at the top of his desk.

           What should he do?

           The next day came and again, there was no sign of you. This time, Yoongi had his phone glued to his ear, looking furious.

           "If something's wrong, she should tell someone! She can't just disappear like this! What the fuck, Y/N?" he cursed as Jimin stood bashfully in the middle of the CEO's office. "Can you not get in contact with her?"

           Jimin shook his head.

           "Do you think her family is having money problems? Is she being ransomed? Hunted by loan sharks?" Yoongi worried.

           "Hyung--"

           "Ahhh!" Yoongi growled as he ruffled his hair angrily. "I'm so pissed off! How could she put me in this position? She has two disciplinary strikes already!"

           Jimin gripped the letter that he was hiding behind his back. He couldn't keep his promise to you.

           "Hyung...I'm sorry." he bowed deeply.

           "For what?" Yoongi blinked.

           Jimin handed him the envelope. "Y/N gave me this before the weekend and asked me to give this to you after 3 days... so you'd be forced to kick her out of the branch, but as much as I want to do what she asked me as a friend, I also don't want to lose her like this."

           Yoongi's eyes widened. Hurriedly, he ripped the envelope open, reading through its contents that requested for a transfer.

           "What the fuck is this?" Yoongi jumped out of his seat. "Why the hell does she want a transfer?"

           "Hyung..." Jimin bit his lip. "What do you want to do?"

           "I'm not letting her do whatever she wants after she forced me into this chair." Yoongi scoffed. "No way is she abandoning me. I need to see her."

           "Hyung, it's the middle of the day..."

           "I'm going to drag her back even if I have to kidnap her." Yoongi glared. "Any problems?"

           Jimin smiled and shook his head. "Have a good trip, hyung. I'll cover for you."

           Yoongi swung his door open and was met with the wide stares of his workers. With a slight bow of his head, he began walking towards the door to leave.

           "Y/N totally had a crush on him."

           "It was so obvious. She was staring at him through the office the entire week. I mean, they also disappeared in the middle of the party. Do you think she confessed and got rejected?"

           "Oh no...then did she get fired because she had feelings for the Chairman's grandson?"

           Yoongi spun on his heels and marched to the group of people gossiping. Breathlessly, he slammed his hands down onto the table, causing all of them to flinch.

           "Repeat what you just said." he looked at them, surprised.

           Yoongi couldn't sit still the entire bus ride to your farm. Had it always been this agonizingly long? So when it finally reached your stop, he bolted out and sprinted to your house. Bursting through the door, panting, he asked between breaths.

           "Where's-- Y/N?--- Is-- she-- here?"

           He was met with stunned expressions as everyone had been preparing and setting up for lunch before his sudden entrance. Tae seemed to recover faster than everyone and pointed in a specific direction.

           "I think she's in the main barn." he stated unsurely.

           "Thank you." Yoongi breathed and his feet moved on their own once again, to where you were.

           He slid into the entrance of the barn and glanced around frantically, hoping to find you. He felt his body relax when he found you lying down on top of a bundle of hay with earphones in, relaxing. With a deep breath, he strolled over and stood in front of you with his arms crossed. Immediately, your eyes widened, ripping off your earphones, and fell off your hay bed in shock.

           He chuckled as you rolled away from him in pure panic, hair and clothes now covered in straws.

           On the other hand, you were absolutely flustered. Though it was probably really obvious by the way you rolled away after your embarrassing fall. Why was he here in the middle of the day? Had Jimin not waited? Was he going to try to convince you to come back?

           Your entire body was on high alert. You had spent so much time brainwashing yourself that you had no feelings for him whatsoever that you knew you needed to be on the defensive. But simply seeing him in front of your very eyes convinced you that your brainwashing had all been for naught. Yet, you knew you had to stand your ground against his attempts to try to get you to stay at the branch.  

           "Wh-what're you doing here, Mr. Min?" You managed to squeak out, in a higher pitch than what your voice usually was. You grimaced and coughed, trying to save face and compose yourself.

           "Well, you don't work for me anymore so you can drop the formality." he chuckled. "And you said you'd call me by my first name when it was just us two."

           "Well, what brings you here, Yoongi?" You raised an eyebrow and backed up to keep a safe distance between you two, afraid he was angry about your resignation.

           "I heard you have a crush on me." he smirked.

           Your eyes widened. Well that definitely wasn't what you expected him to say.

           "What? That's ridiculous!" You spouted, heart beating wildly.

           "Oh?" He started walking towards you with a smirk and you immediately moved a few steps further back, maintaining the large distance. "Is that not why you resigned? Because you were afraid of your feelings for me?"

           "No... I had...other reasons..." You tried to think of excuses so he didn't find out that he had hit the nail on the head.

           "Oh? Like what?"

           He was watching your movements like a hawk, as if trying to find a way to close the distance.

           "Why would I like you?" You spat out nervously, trying to avoid answering the question.

           "Date me then." he stated challengingly.

           "Wh-what? Stop joking!"

           You were incredibly flustered. Why wasn't he doing anything that made sense?

           "I mean forget the fact that it's crazy but it's also unrealistic."

           "How so?" he stared at you seriously.

           "Well, we just don't match at all! I mean for one, I'm poor! Umm, like you said, I nag a lot! And I'm a super crazy person who lives by a schedule. I live in a farm and spend my days in a barn, smelling like horse manure or hay! I'm not exactly drop dead gorgeous and I mean you're at least decent looking enough to be on magazines--"

           Yoongi grinned at the subtle compliment.

           "And you know I have a temper. I'm short so I can't reach things. I can't afford super nice fancy clothes like you. I have to stitch things if they rip and it kinda makes me look gaudy. And you heard Jin's story about me! I give people contracts, schedules, and a questionnaire before dating me. So you definitely don't want to date me. You don't ever, Ever, EVER want to have feelings for me so --"

           You had been so absorbed in trying to think of all the negative things about yourself that you didn't realize Yoongi had closed the distance, not until he had you trapped in between his arms. You stepped backwards to avoid the proximity, but your back hit the wall of the barn gently. He had cornered you. You glanced at his arms trapping you on either side then glanced at him pleadingly.

           "Are you done?" he whispered as he stared down at you intently.

           "No..." you averted your gaze, but the intensity of his eyes on you and the warmth that his body was emitting so close to yours, left your mind blank. You couldn't follow up with more things.

           Taking advantage of your hesitancy and silence, he spoke.

           "You want to know one negative thing about me then?"

           You glanced up and furrowed your brows, urging him to spill his secret. His face moved closer, so much so that you felt cross-eyed as you watched the sudden movement. You immediately noticed his lips hovering over yours, causing you to look down at them and trying to stifle down the thoughts of how they would feel against yours. You clenched your fists, trying to push the fantasies away hurriedly in order to hold onto your sanity.

           But then he whispered, his breath fanning your face, with a smug smirk.

           "I'm not going to listen to you."

           And immediately, he crashed his lips onto yours.

           A million thoughts crossed your mind in mere seconds. Oh my gosh. What is he doing? What am I doing? What am I supposed to do? Oh, okay. He's still here. He's still kissing me. This is real. This is happening. Oh my god. I'm not even kissing him back. Should I? What if he thinks I'm a bad kisser? What if he thinks kissing me is like kissing a rock? Oh well he kissed me first so...it should be fine right?

           After the initial shock, you relaxed and welcomed the feeling - soft, plush, light at first then strong and needy as the kiss progressed. When you reciprocated, his arm quickly snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, deepening the kiss. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beating as rapidly as yours. You reveled in the intimacy for a few minutes before you both pulled back, gasping for air and immensely warm from the heat your bodies were giving off.

           He gazed at you lovingly and smiled. "Well?"

           "Wh-what..." you muttered, embarrassed, looking at anywhere but him.

           "Date me."

           He reiterated, firmly tightening his hold around your waist as if he was afraid you would run off again, which you truthfully contemplated.

           You stared at him, trying to figure him out. Why was he saying this? Had he not come here to convince you to continue working for him? Was he only saying this so you would come back?

           No, he wasn't that kind of person.

           As you studied his eyes, you found sincerity in them. Your heart flipped at the realization that he was being completely honest. How did this happen? But you knew you couldn't just make out with him and deny your feelings, so shyly, you blushed and muttered as you looked away.

           "When did you ever listen to me anyway?"

           He grinned at your coy reply for a few seconds then quickly and seriously stated, "I'm serious about you, about us. I want to be with you."

           You felt your cheeks warm. When he had arrived in front of you earlier, you had no idea it would turn out like this. But if he was being honest and straightforward with you, you had to be as well.

           "I want to be with you too." you mumbled timidly, and your heart quickened as his grin widened to expose his gums.

           "I knew it." He was beaming at you and you felt yourself smile out of happiness. You couldn't even be annoyed at his cheekiness; you were just so elated.

           He leaned his forehead against yours.

           "Be my secretary again." he requested. "I can't do it without you."

           You nodded, your words failing you due to the weight of your quick decision, because you were now intentionally defying the Chairman's orders. You knew that you had signed yourself to the consequences of selfishly accepting both the position and his love. But you appeased yourself that if you were going to get fired or kicked out of the job, you would at least make the days you had left with Yoongi count.

           "Can I kiss you again?" he whispered sweetly, staring into your eyes.

           This time, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to capture his lips in yours. He smiled into the kiss happily as he lifted you up.

           "WOOOOOOO FINALLLLYYYY!"

           Loud cheers echoed throughout the barn and you two broke the kiss hurriedly to turn towards its origin. Standing in the middle of the barn was your entire family, wearing bright grins and stars in their eyes.

           "Kiss again so I can get a picture!" Jin cooed, armed with a camera.

           You hid your face in your hands, embarrassed. "NOoo stop!! Ahh!"

           "Yoongs go! Rip her hands off and kiss her! This needs to go on a frame!" Jin scolded.

           Yoongi laughed as he gently pried your hands off your face. You stared at him, surprised that he was complying. He grinned and glanced over at Jin.

           "As long as I get a copy."

           "Of course." Jin winked.

           And before you knew it, Yoongi tilted your chin up and pressed a sweet, prolonged kiss on your lips once again.

           Oh what the heck. You thought to yourself.

           You grabbed the end of his suit to steady yourself as you reciprocated the kiss deeply, disregarding the embarrassing hoots and hollers of your family. The sounds of the camera clicks and the yelling were drowned out as you focused only on Yoongi, the feeling of his lips and the way his hands caressed your face gently.

           "Oh gosh." Tae grimaced. "Okay, I think we got the idea. We have enough pictures now. Please stop."

           Yoongi smiled mischievously and only held you tighter, kissing you more aggressively, which of course, you openly welcomed.

           "Oh gross. Okay. Let's go." Jin huffed.

           "Cover your eyes!" Tae lunged to cover your sister's eyes and she swatted him away with a glare.

           "I'm not a little kid! I can watch this if I want."

           "Sure. Sure." Tae patted her butt teasingly and ushered her out, giving a last disgusted look at you two in your own world. "It's cute... but not really at the same time."

           He shivered and scurried away.

           "They're gone?" Yoongi whispered and you nodded, smiling widely.

           "Yeah."

           "Good. I wasn't finished." He grinned and pulled strands of hair away from your face.

           "I like you, Y/N. No...I love you." he breathed. "I'm sorry if it's sudden to you, but I do. Very much."

           You beamed as you reached out and finally caressed his face, like how you had wanted to for some time now. When was it that you started being drawn to him? Not that it mattered when and how exactly it happened anymore, but you did realize that your feelings weren't sudden at all either and they surely weren't going to be temporary.  

           Staring up at him, you smiled gently as he kept you in his embrace, looking at you happily in return.

           You didn't know what your schedule was going to be like from now on. You surely didn't know what exactly your future held either, because you had never anticipated this. Not a year ago when you planned the following year ahead of time. Not months ago when you first met each other. Heck, you didn't even expect this a few minutes ago.

           Min Yoongi had thrown out everything you had planned in your life from the moment he stepped into it.

           And the funny thing was, you weren't anxious or nervous about the unplanned days and the uncertain future.  

           All because he loved you back. 

PART 8 

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Birthday Wishes // Lin-Manuel Miranda

Authors Note: Yes , I know Lin’s birthday was yesterday and I started this yesterday but of course I didn’t have the time to finish it. Anyways, this is a one shot tribute to Lin turning 37 yesterday! (Also a little side note; in this Lin was never with Vanessa, and I don’t know who and who doesn’t have a Twitter in the cast since I don’t get on often, so don’t mind me)

Word Count: 1,583

Plot: You and the cast go all the way to make a surprise party happen for Lin. In the end you guys finally succeed at confessing and shit

Warnings: Cussing

You walked through the back of the auditorium, rubbing your sleep deprived eyes as you passed dressing room after dressing room.

Halfway down the hall you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. You groaned and took it out, your attention going there instead of where you were walking.

It was just a Twitter notification, of course. You were about to shut your phone off until you bumped into someone rather harshly. Stumbling back, you glared at the ground. You were not in a great mood.

You both mumbled a curse and you looked up to see that you bumped into Phillipa. Then the scowl on your face turned immediately into a smile, “Thank god, I thought I had to punch someone today.”

She laughed wholeheartedly and wrapped her arms around you, “Sorry I bumped into you, I didn’t know you were in a pissy mood today. Someone hasn’t has their coffee.”

You rolled your eyes, “Cut it out Pippa, I just haven’t had much sleep lately.” She pulled away with a smile on her face and she cupped your cheeks. You put on a frown and tried to pull away but she just pulled you back.

“Y/N, guess what today is?”

You shrugged and thought for a moment, “Uh, January 16th?” Phillipa quirked a brow and tilted her head a bit. That’s when you realized, “Oh, shit! It’s Lins birthday!” You practically screamed.

She nodded before freeing your face from her death grip, “Also, if you see him. Do not tell him happy birthday.” You were about to protest until she cut your thoughts off, “The whole cast is in on it, we’re going to make him think we forgot his birthday. Then when he gets home, poof! Surprise party for Mr. Miranda.”

You slowly nodded, and with a wink and a nudge to your side she spoke again, “Aaand, you know what that means.”

You nudged her back twice as hard, you could do these things because she was practically your sister, “I know what you’re talking about, and you better shut up!” She knew you liked Lin, everyone knew you liked Lin. But then again thankfully Lin himself didn’t know.

You threw your hands up in the air, “Listen, I’m over him!” She stopped in her tracks all of a sudden, which made you stumble a bit.

“Y/N, it’s not good to lie,” she smiled teasingly, which caused you to roll your eyes (once again) and shrug, “Maybe I like him a little.”

“Like who?” You heard a voice from down the hall making it’s way over to you. You jumped and nearly screamed, causing both of them to laugh. Of course, it was Lin, sneaky as ever.

Your thoughts ran frantically.

‘How much did he hear of the conversation?’

'Come on, he probably doesn’t even like me.’

'Please tell me he wasn’t there the whole time.’

You swiveled around and smiled at Lin, “Heyyy, we were just talking about Tom Hiddleston, ya know, I like him just a bit.” Lin stared at you, his eyes boring into yours with a concerned expression on his face, “Well, okay.”

Soon enough his concerned expression formed into a smile towards your way, which made your heart melt, and he started walking past, “Hey, I’ll see the two of you later. I’m going to be hanging in my dressing room.” Both you and Phillipa nodded. Usually when the show wasn’t going on, you guys just hung out back stage. It was kind of like your second home. He was about to the door when you blurted, “Hey, Lin? By the way, ha-”

Shit, you almost blew the whole plan. He faced you with a quirked brow, and a small smile playing on his lips. Probably because he thought he was going to actually get a , “Happy birthday!” From someone.

“Uh, have a good time.”

His smile dropped into a frown quick enough, “Yeah, thanks, Y/N.” And with that he poked his head back in his dressing room.

You inhaled deeply and you almost laughed at Pippas wide eyes. “Okay, first of all, you almost blew the cover, I was about to knock some sense into you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Ugh, but did you see his face? He seemed so sad!” She smirked again and put her hands on her hips.

“Pip, shut up.”

Meanwhile Lin was sat in his dressing room, scrolling through Twitter with a frown on like he did on a daily basis.

The only birthday tweets he saw were from fans, and no one else. Even Jonathan usually bombarded him with a bunch of birthday shit around this time.

But no tweet from him, no text, and even no face to face shit. “I’m a grown man, why am I acting like this? Birthdays are birthdays.”

But then he remembered that he was practically a child in a grown mans body. His attention was torn from his negative thoughts into his phone screen when it buzzed, it was a twitter notification from Jonathan. There it was, that’s what gave him hope.

But then again, that hope was shattered when he read it. It wasn’t even a birthday message.

A few hours have passed and you grunted as you hung up the last decoration.

You, Pippa, and Renée spent the last couple of hours decorating Lin’s house too to bottom with decorations.

You guys knew he was feeling sad that everyone “forgot” about it, and of course you wanted to make it extra special for him.

“Oh stop complaining Y/N! You want to impress the man you looooove,” Renée teased, and you threw a bundle of streamer at her that you guys didn’t need. She dodged it and her and Pippa started laughing. Damn, did they love teasing you. But, that’s what friends were for.

You picked up your phone from in between the couch cushions and you scrolled through your contacts until you found a specific one under the name of , 'Lin’ Basic, but at least she could identify it.

“Hey, when are you going to be home? I heard that you’re still in your dressing room. You need to come out at some point.”

Her phone buzzed almost immediately after,

“I’m on my way, it’s about a 10 minute drive, no need to worry!”

Your eyes widened and you looked over to Renée and Phillipa, “He’s going to be here soon, where the hell are the rest?”

Only a few seconds after, the doorbell rang, and both girls laughed, “You don’t say?” You buried your face in your hands and sighed, “Come in!” With that, the door opened and in flooded pretty much the whole cast. Daveed, Leslie, Anthony, Jasmine, Oakiriete, Jonathan, etc.

“Damn, where did you guys come from? Did you come here in a clown car!?” You heard Renée exclaim, which made you smile a bit. That’s when Jasmine decided to speak up, “We all met up downtown, then walked over here. Lin can’t just have multiple cars in his driveway. That gives it all away.”

Now that gave you relief.

You looked back up again as you heard an engine outside. You quickly got up and bolted to the window, seeing Lins car pull into the driveway. “The hell? He said in 10 minutes! It’s been like 5!”

“Ignore that, shut off the lights!” Phillipa yelled. Everyone dashed away from the door and just stood in random places, the lights would be off anyways.

About 2 minutes have passed and the door opened to reveal a stressed out Lin, the sudden brightness made everyone wince, but that didn’t stop them from yelling , “SURPRISE!”

Lin smiled bigger than you’ve seen all day, you could see the tears well up in his eyes even from where you were sitting on the couch. He wiped his eyes and started talking, “I thought you guys forgot my birthday, you made me fucking frantic!”

Everyone laughed and pulled Lin into the house. Anthony turned on some music and the party began. Everyone drank, everyone danced, and everyone had a good time.

You still remained on the couch, twiddling your thumbs as you eyed your drink on the table. You felt the weight of a cushion shift down beside you. You looked up and there sat Lin, all smiley and bubbly. Looks like you guys definitely cheered him up. It caused you to smile at you sat up, “Hey, Lin. How’s the party?”

“It’s great, I can’t believe any of you would take the effort to do something like this for me.”

“We’ll do whatever it takes to make our founding father happy.” He laughed and then his face softened a little. You didn’t even notice you were staring at each other, until your faces got closer. And closer. And closer, until you could feel his breath on your lips. Then they touched.

Fireworks erupted like they never have before and you grabbed onto the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Everyone stopped what they were doing to cheer you guys on.

“FINALLY!” You heard Pippa, Jasmine, and Renée yell at the same time. Schuyler sisters or not, they definitely thought like sisters.

Both of you sadly pulled away, because breathing was unfortunately a thing. He grinned while heat rose to your cheeks. “Thank you, Y/N. For everything. .can I kiss you again?”

You chuckled, grabbing his collar and pulling him close again, smashing your lips into his.

This was a dream come true.