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lilacmeadows · 4 years ago

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Made For You pt.4

Whooo! The last part! Are You guys proud of me? I wanted to make it really sweet and solidify them as a non-toxic couple. Ugh I loved writing this reader. So happy to live and breath for Bucky (yes, ‘tis me). Requests are open, so if you ever miss her, and want a ‘Made For You’ drabble or epilogue or something, let me know.

BUCKY X READER

Summary: Hydra had just finished training you to be the Winter Soldier’s perfect mate when the Avengers saved him. But what’s going to happen to you now that Hydra has deleted your old life and left you with nothing but a soldier that needs to learn to love himself before he can love someone else.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, explicit language, stockholm syndrome, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of captivity and kidnapping, mutual pining, SMUT, ORAL (f receiving), FLUFF, angst if you squint (must be 18+)

Bucky sauntered into the kitchen, happier than he has been in at least 70 years. Things seem like they’re looking up. Out of Hydra’s control, gorgeous girl who likes the way the carpet feels on her knees. He felt guilty, but he was happy. That is, he was happy until he saw Steve sitting on a kitchen barstool, and he was snapped back to the reality of his situation.

“Hey man. Do you know where the number to that Chinese place is?” Bucky asked Steve, not meeting his eyes as he rummaged through the drawers.

“Yeah, it’s on a menu in the drawer to your right.” Steve pointed to the drawer in question.

“Thanks.” Bucky replied, looking over the options and wondering what she would like. Bucky remembered how it was when he was first free from Hydra. He hadn’t had processed foods in decades, and his stomach couldn’t take it. He decided on nothing spicy, just some noodles with broccoli and beef. Then he doubled that order for himself. This made Steve’s brows perk up.

“Eating for two, Buck? Steve asked once his friend was off the phone.

“I told Y/n I’d order dinner while she showered.” He said, shrugging like he hadn’t just gotten a world class blowjob.

“Dinner? So what’s going on with you two? You barely talked to her on the ride here. Did something change?” Steve asked, as Sam walked into the kitchen, joining their conversation.

“Dinner? You and Y/n are having dinner?” He asked, trying to catch up, but Steve only knew as much as he did.

“We... talked. She’s nice. I just want her to be happy while she’s here because she’s got nowhere else to go.” Bucky shrugged. Pulling out two cups and filling them with ice and some fruity beverage- which both men noticed.

“”Buck, you’re not actually gonna pursue her are you?” Steve asked? This was what Bucky was dreading. He knew Y/n probably needed years of therapy and to be far away from him, but he also knew that he was happy, and Y/n looked so at peace when she made him happy. So why can’t they both just be happy together?

“I don’t know man. I mean, she really likes me, and I don’t have to hide anything from her. She makes me seem like the sane one.

“But Buck, she needs help. She’s been in captivity for a decade only thinking about pleasing you. How are you okay with that?” Steve looked disappointed in him, but he knew Bucky wasn’t trying to take advantage of the situation, he wanted to be happy.

“Shit, I’m okay with it. Do you know what I would do to have a girl that looks like that look at me the way she looks at Bucky? And without all the annoying things women do. Aye, I think if she’s happy making you happy, what’s so wrong about it?” Sam finished. Steve thought it over for a second. He still didn’t love the idea, but had to admit Y/n really wanted to be around Bucky. Keeping her from him would only make her miserable.

“I never wanted to take advantage of her. But she literally begs. What am I supposed to do? Be an asshole? Not to mention, I’m happy too. It’s nice having someone really care about you, you know?” Steve gave him a look. “I know you idiots care about me, but I mean a woman. It’s not like I’m gonna do much better than Y/n. Beautiful women aren’t lining up to date a 85 year old, ex-murderer with a metal arm.” And he was right. Where would he find better than a woman Hydra made just for him?

The doorbell rang, and Bucky paid for the food. He picked up the drinks he prepared and said goodbye to his friends. Bucky knew the whole situation was kinda fucked, but he also found himself missing Y/n in the time he was in the kitchen, and that feeling was only eased by the knowledge that she’s in her room, waiting for him to return.

But when he got there, it took everything in him to not drop the food where he stood. She was sitting crisscrossed on the bed, knitting, in just a t-shirt he gave her. Her pussy was on display for him the minute he walked in the door.

“I- I got- the umm... The food is here.” He said as he walked in and placed it on the table.

“Thank you, Bucky.” She said as she put the needles down and walked over to the table. “It smells good.” She said, looking at different labels and the cups of juice.

“Yeah.” He said, zoning out a little at the sight of her bare legs. Much more of them were exposed than earlier. He could see the shape of her hips, and he watched her nipples harden under his gaze- his cock twitched in response. “You didn’t like the sweatpants?”

“Not really, I was too warm. And pants feel weird in between my legs.” She responded, looking up at him with big eyes. He groaned. It’s like her responses turned him on when she wasn’t even trying to. He assumed they trained her to be so seductive, but he swears part of it almost seemed natural. Like for some reason he couldn’t help but be turned on by her.

The two of them shared their meals together at the little table. He could tell she was a little nervous around him, but also happy to be in his company. Bucky also noticed how good she is at making conversation. Always polite, but she knew exactly the right things to say.

“So you’re definitely gonna knit me a sweater right?” He jested, empty takeout boxes discarded in the trash.

“I’d love to. But it’s gonna take a whole lot of yarn. I don’t know if anyone told you, Bucky, but you’re kinda broad.” She said with light in her eyes.

“I’ll get you all the yarn you want, Y/n.”

“What color do you want it?” She asked.

“You pick, Babydoll.” He said, pulling her chair a little closer to himself. He couldn’t help wanting to be closer to her.

“I want yarn the color of your eyes, Bucky. Sir, you’re so beautiful.” In their proximity, she definitely noticed his reaction to her calling him ‘Sir’. Feeling emboldened, she continued. “Do you like when I call you sir?” She asked.

“Yeah, Babydoll.” He breathed, they were pulling each other in like magnets. Everything felt like it was coming into place for the two of them.

“Then why do you tell me to call you Bucky?” Her giggles were cut off by a bruising kiss. She immediately felt his tongue demanding entry that she was too happy to allow. He picked her up from her chair, and placed her on his lap, straddling him.

“Because I can’t think straight when you call me that.” He said, standing with her legs around his waist. He could feel her wet, pantie-less pussy rubbing against his abs, and groaned in frustration. He was hard as steel.

He sat her gently on the bed, and started sliding down her body.

“You’re only gonna wear my clothes, okay?” He ordered. He knew she would do whatever he asked of her, but he would never ask her to do anything bad. Just seeing her in nothing but his shirt did something to him.

He pushed up the shirt, and kissed all the newly exposed skin. His cold, metal arm felt heavenly on her hard nipples. He kissed and licked all the way down her belly until he reached where she wanted him most.

“What are you doing, Sir?” She asked him when he started separating her folds.

“I’m about to eat this pretty pussy, Babydoll.” He looked at her from in between her legs.

“Ohhh. Why?” She asked. She didn’t want to sound dumb in front of him, but in her studies, she never saw anything being reciprocated. She assumed her body was just for his pleasure. But if this is what he wanted, who was she to complain.

“Because it’s soaking wet, beautiful, and I want a taste. Plus, how else am I gonna fit in here if I don’t get you ready? I can’t break my shiny new toy on the first day. My shiny Babydoll.” He said before taking a long lick from her entrance to her clit. “Mmm tastes so sweet. Like sugar water.”

“They only let me drink water and cranberry juice.” She giggled, glad to see him enjoying something she worked so hard for.

“Damn, if we didn’t kill Hydra, I’d have to write them a thank you card.” He joked, putting a finger in her hole and sucking her clit. She was moaning quite uncontrollably, she never felt pleasure like this (or really at all), and it was overwhelming for her.

But then he stopped all of a sudden. He kissed back up her body, and left his finger inside of her- something clawing at his mind.

“They- Hydra didn’t touch you did they? Did they touch my Babydoll?” He asked, looking her deep in the eyes. Just the thought of them touching his girl brought rage to his chest.

“N- no, Sir. They wanted me t-to, to be untouched for my S-Soldat.” She was finally able to muster. He wasn’t helping her concentration. After he ask his question, he added another finger and started stroking her walls. Upon her answer, he hummed and pulled her into a kiss.

“Y/n, You’re so good for me, Babydoll. But I don’t think I can take another minute not inside you.” He said, pulling off his clothes with one hand, the other knuckle deep in her pussy. As his hand increased speed, and his thumb pressed on her clit, she clenched around his two fingers and came. He pressed his tip into her entrance before she even came down.

“Sir, you’re so big.” She squealed.

“Babydoll, I’m barely in you yet.” He laughed before he drove home. Her legs wrapped around him as she screamed. The pain disappeared after the initial shock, help by the powerful orgasm she just had. But that orgasm seemed like nothing compared to the one he was currently brewing inside her with every hit to her cervix.

“So goddamn tight, Babydoll. Like you were Made For Me™️. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, Y/n. Do you want that? Want me to claim you right here?” He pressed his hand on her belly, where he could feel himself bulging out of her from his size.

“Yes! Bucky, Yes!” She shouted, the knot deep inside her about to snap. “Please, make me yours, Sir” She moaned out his name like a prayer.

“Yes, good Y/n. My precious Babydoll. I’m about to cum baby. Cum with me, Y/n.” He said, grinding his pelvis in every thrust to rub against her clit. One of his arms supported his body while the other massaged her sensitive nipples.

Her orgasm was explosive, and the tightness around him felt so good, he followed her into the abyss. She shook and shuddered, while he stroked her hair, not ready to pull out of her just yet. They didn’t say anything until after he left to get her a washcloth to clean up her sopping, sensitive pussy. He was damn near mesmerized by the way she jumped a little from the overstimulation, and loved how his cum gushed out of her a little every time she breathed. He knew he needed this girl in his life forever.

“Bucky, I always wondered what happened to the women in those videos after her job was done.” She whispered against his lips when he came back up and put his arms around her.

“I doubt they got the special treatment like you do, but you deserve it for being my shiny Babydoll.” He told her and kissed her nose.

“Why do you call me that?” She asked.

“Because you look like a doll and you’re my favorite new toy.” He chuckled against her lips. Lazy kisses being exchanged between the two.

“So you’re gonna keep me?” She beamed at him.

“Of course I’m gonna keep ya, silly girl. You’re absolutely perfect. And it would be pretty rude to not keep a gift made just for me.” He kissed her one last time before she tucked her face into his neck and fell asleep.

He knew he’d have to teach her all the compassionate things about a relationship Hydra never did, but he was happy knowing that he’d protect her the way he had all those years ago. And that being with him is all she wanted.

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Want you back

Note - this is for @holylulusworlds 10k follower challenge! My trope was hurt/comfort Congrats I hope you like it😘

Beautiful mood board by my girl @ballyhoobarnes

Summary - You want Steve to be more than just your sugar daddy. He breaks your heart. Will he be able to make it upto?

Themes - CEO au, sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied age gap, smut, unprotect sex, loss of virginity, daddy kink

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - almost 4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You squealed as you grabbed the deep red box from Steve’s hand, the words ‘cartier' written on it in golden cursive. You could see Steve watching in amazement from the corner of your eye. You gasped as you opened it, the prettiest and shiniest diamonds you had ever seen. “For me?” You looked at him with hopeful eyes. If he said no it would break your heart.

“Who else would it be for?” He chuckled and you gave him a smile embarrassed at your own silly thoughts. “Let me” He said pulling you by your hips to place you on his lap, taking the necklace out of the box and clasping it around your neck.

Such an act shouldn’t feel so intimate, but it really did. Steve was the most generous man you had ever met. He met you in a very difficult time in your life. Paying off your student loans, buying you a new very comfortable apartment, and so many gifts all the while never expecting anything in return.

All he wanted was quality time with you and complete honestly. He reserved a lot of disdain for dishonest people. Which is why maybe he liked having you around. You were the most honest person you knew, always wearing your heart on your sleeve, never having a filter. You understood now what Steve meant when he said ‘you're a breathe of fresh air' having met his friends. You didn’t know who to trust, all those parties seemed so glitzy on the surface but you did feel a certain darkness lingering underneath on some level.

You looked down at your new diamond necklace. Since your little arrangement with Steve started, over six months ago now, this would be the tenth diamond necklace he gave you, among a few diamond pendants and bracelets. “It’s so pretty” you said in awe of it to which he replied “It looks pretty because it’s on you doll”

“You didn’t have to daddy” You shifted on his lap to get comfortable putting your arms around his neck to look into his cerulean blue eyes, the prettiest eyes in the whole wide world.

“I just felt like spoiling my princess. It’s been a while since I got you anything. Jarvis told me you haven’t used the platinum card in weeks” He quirked a brow at you.

Well you hadn’t. You weren’t surprised Steve’s secretary Jarvis noticed. He always delivered messages, gifts to you whenever Steve wasn’t available. You started a part time job at a library just so you wouldn’t have to use it. “I’ve been thinking a lot” You murmur looking down at your lap to avoid his intense gaze. If you did look at his face you wouldn’t be able to articulate your thoughts “and I don’t want your money daddy. I just want you. I don’t want you to feel like that’s all I’m looking for”

“Hey look at me” He said propping your chin up to make you look at his face. He looked so worried you wanted to kiss away his frown. “I have a lot of money. What I do with it is up to me. And I want to take care of my princess. I don’t feel like you take advantage of me. In fact you do a lot more for me than I for you” He placed a couple of soft kisses on your knuckles while maintaining eye contact with you.

You scoffed at that. You didn’t really do anything for Steve. Not in the way women did for men. When Steve asked to be your sugar daddy, you were more than nervous. How would someone as inexperienced as you please a man like him? But until now you had only had few heavy make out sessions. Steve would feel your breasts through your shirt, and you were sure you felt his hard on that one time, but other than that you hadn’t really done anything together. “I want – “ you trailed off. What if you did tell him how you felt, that you loved him more than the word love can say it, and he rejects you, breaks your heart. You could probably take rejection from anyone else, but if it came from Steve you’d never recover.

“What is it?” He probed.

“I want you. All of you. Why can’t – I don’t know how to say this” You shook your head trying think of the best words. “Why can’t we be boyfriend and girlfriend like most people are? I –“ you paused as he stared at you intently “I love you. I know I’m not the best girl out there but I try my best” You inwardly cringed at your pathetic-ness. Not really the best way to ask to be someone’s girlfriend.

He took a deep breathe “I was afraid of this. I don’t do that doll. If I wanted a girlfriend I would have one. I don’t have space for that.”

You felt as if he stabbed you in your heart. You quickly got up, abandoning the comfort of his lap. You took the necklace off putting it on the abandoned open box. “I want more. I can’t ignore my feelings. I can live without diamonds or bags but I can’t live without –“ you choked a sob. “I think I’ll go home now”

You collected your chanel bag, which he gave you, you grimaced as you looked at it, when he got it for you were over the moon but now it just gives you pain, just like every gift he got for you would. You put on your shoes somewhat leisurely expecting him to get up try to talk you out of leaving, compromise, something! But he just sat there staring at the necklace you rejected. “Goodbye” you said and left.

You had never been to a ball. Any party you ever attended were frat parties that were well trashy for the lack of a better word. You were so amazed at the tall champagne flutes passing through, the exotic hors doers, people dressed in the most lavish gowns and suits. Everything was so pretty you knew you didn’t fit in here.

But Steve was so considerate with you. His hand never left your side the whole night. He kept you close to him, including you in any conversation he had with others. It was that kindness that you fell in love with.

But then she approached you both. She looked really talk in her sleek stilletos, her sharp cheek bones were complimented by her short brown curls. You felt a tinge of jealousy when she hugged Steve kissing his cheek as if she had known him forever. “This is Margaret” He introduced her.

You were later told that she was Steve’s ex girlfriend.

She had a posh British accent. With her classic black dress, she looked like she belonged here. You hurt yourself by thinking about how Steve and her looked so good together. They looked like they were meant to be standing next to one another. You had to try really hard to hold back tears when she touched Steve’s bicep, laughing at something he said.

You had been ‘together' for over two months at that point. You knew Steve was gorgeous. You didn’t however realise how much other women noticed his that. That night you felt as if everyone had their eyes on him. If you left for even a second to use the ladies room, Steve would be surrounded by women, all so gorgeous they looked other worldly.

You asked to spend the night at his home. He had turned his queen suite into a room for you. Complete with baby pink walls, silk sheets and the softest of stuffies. He told you he would be happy to have you. After kissing you goodbye Steve went back to his room.

You had other plans. You knocked on his door, entering without his permission. You almost considered leaving when you looked at the sight in front of you. He was only sporting his grey sweats. The dim yellow light from the lamp made his skin and hair look golden as if he was a god. He certainly looked like he was carved out by gods. His muscles so taut and his shoulders so broad. He looked like he was photo shopped.

You whimpered when you got a good look at his abs as he sat up straight. You were wearing your satin pale blue nightie, adorned with white lace on the edges. Something you bought when you were out shopping with him. You knew you didn’t look nearly as good as the women at the party.

“You can’t sleep princess?” He asked sitting back against the headboard.

“Hm” You hummed remembering your diabolical plan “I just felt so alone. Can I sleep with you?” You fluttered your lashes at him.

“Of course” He gave you a small smile shifting to his side to make room for you. You quickly skipped over to him and got under the covers with him. Nestling against his chest you nuzzled his neck. “Is everything alright with you?” He asked propping your chin up to look at him.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” You draped a leg over his hip and started grinding against his thigh. You didn’t know much about seducing but you could only hope you were doing it right.

“Well you were quiet the whole ride home.” He pressed his palm against your hip, firmly but also gently at the same time, to stop your grinding. “What’s going on?”

“I just really really want to make you feel good.” You tried your best to sound classy and sultry at the same time, just like Peggy did.

You didn’t want him to find out just how amazing he was, and how he could do better than you. He was nice to her. Was he too nice? Did he still have feelings for her? Why did you find out from someone else that they were together. You needed to give him everything.

He didn’t try to stop when you rubbed him through his sweats. Gulping down your anxiety you looked up to see him staring at you curiously. He quickly sat back up and leaned against his pillows as you took his cock out of his briefs and sweats. He looked big. Much bigger than normal men probably. How were you supposed to take him?

You tried to recall whatever you had seen in porn or had heard from friends and stroked his length. He seemed to like it since he moaned grabbing a handful of your breast and squeezing it. You stared in awe as the creamy gooey liquid seeped out of his tip. You leaned down taking him in your mouth and going as far as you could until he hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him and swallowed your spit so you wouldn’t make too much of a mess. You were about to bob your up and down as one is supposed to do when giving a blow job but he abruptly pulled you off of him by grabbing the back of your head.

He brought you close to him and crashed his lips onto yours in a kiss which was all teeth and carnal need.

He flipped you over so you were under him and worked on taking off your panties. “I think I should tell you...” You trailed off not being able to concentrate with his lips on your neck. “I’ve never.. done this before.” You whimpered as he sucked a bruise into the crook of your neck.

He immediately stopped looking down at you. “What?” He asked and you felt ashamed and guilty that you ruined the moment. “What did you say?”

“I’ve never-” You curled in on yourself so you were as small as your voice was “I’ve never done this before you know.” You sniffles tears trailing down your cheeks.

“Hey” He shushed you. Collecting you in his arms and rocking you back and forth. You cried into him for a while. His steady heartbeat lulled you and calmed you. “We don’t have to do that any time soon. Your first time should be special. With someone you love.”

Maybe he said those words to comfort you. But he had no idea just how they broke your heart. He never saw you as anyone he could have a serious future with. You weren’t a serious put together girl. Sure he may say he prefers your innocence over the cunning and self absorbed people in his world. But he was one of them.

“Is it because I’m not her.” You spat but you weren’t brave enough to look at him.

“Who are you talking about?” He spoke into your hair.

“Margaret or Peggy. Whatever you call her.” You mumbled afraid that you had let your true feelings be known.

“Is that what this is about?” He shook his head and when you didn’t look at him he sternly called out your name which made you whip your head up. “There’s nothing between me and Peggy. We had our time but it’s over now.” He tried reassuring you.

Even if your arrangement was supposed to be purely financial you were more or less unofficially exclusive. “Then why did I have to find out from Natasha that you were both engaged?” You pouted wiping your nose with the back with the back of your finger.

“I only asked her to marry me because I thought that was how it was supposed to be. That’s what everyone had told us since we were kids. That we were to grow up and get married. But then I realized that I didn’t love her like that. Neither did she. We’re just friends now. I promise.” He kissed your forehead.

You were hurt from being rejected by the only man you ever tried to seduce. He cuddled you and coddled you. Reassuring you again and again that you’re perfect. There’s nothing wrong with you.

Just not perfect enough to actually be his apparently.

Days turned into weeks. You were just drifting through the motions. Steve insisted that you keep your apartment.

‘I gave it to you. It’s yours.’ He said.

And really beggars can’t be choosers. Before being his sugar baby, you cringed at that label now, you were just an intern in his company. But you didn’t last in that harsh environment for even a month. After that you didn’t really need to get another job since he promised to take care of you in exchange for your company.

You had no idea your company was worth that much.

You always had a crush on him. He was this stylish, smart, kind yet distant older man who was your dream guy of sorts. As in you could dream about him, but you can’t actually have him.

Of course you said yes to his proposal. And were more than happy to accompany him to exotic places in first class and private jets for over six months. To wear breath taking dresses which cost more than your tuition. To cuddle with him and make out with him. It didn’t really go far than that.

Yet it wasn’t hard to trick yourself into thinking that it was more. That you could convince him to want more with you. What a dumbass you were.

You applied to at least ten jobs, although you didn’t hear back from a single one. You were determined to get back on your feet and get yourself a new apartment. You’ll have to move back to queens or even New Jersey. There was no way you could afford a home in Manhattan. But you didn’t want Steve to get the idea that he’s any less cruel to you just because he let’s you stay in the condo he brought you.

For now you were happy wallowing in your sadness. Eating tubs of Ben and Jerry’s and watching the notebook. Thinking about how love is a lie fed to people since childhood so they don’t realise just how meaningless life is.

You were half sleep when you jerked awake to your intercom harshly buzzing. Grumbling you walked over to your door and pressed the button “Who is it?” You asked your irritation evident in your tone.

“It’s me.” Said the voice that was all too familiar to you. “Let me in please?” He requested desperately.

You let out a sigh pressing the little buzzer to let him in. As much as you loathed you, you loved him even more. It had been over a month, you were longing to see his voice, to talk to him, to smell him, to even just be around him.

You opened the door and let him into your, or his, home. You tried your best to not let him see just how happy you were that he’s in front of you. Instead you filled your eyes and drawled your voice feigning annoyance. “What do you want?”

“I want you back” He stated stalking towards you. “Please. I made a mistake” You had never seen him beg. This was so uncharacteristic of him. And you were going to thoroughly revel in it. You held his gaze, done being a coward.

“No” You simply said. “It’s too little too late”

“Don’t say that” He bent down invading your personal space. “It’s never too late. I – I love you” your jaw dropped as he stammered over the words leaving you shocked. “I’ve loved you for so long. I thought that I could pretend that I didn’t”

“Why?” You wanted to know.

“Because I’ve lost everyone I ever loved. I can’t lose you.” He kissed your knuckles.

“You already have.” But your body betrayed you as you leaned into his touch. You could already feel your resolve crumbling. “I don’t believe you.” You snatched your hands out of his hold. “You’ll change your mind tomorrow.”

“No no I won’t. I swear.” He scrambled to hold your hands again but you moved them out of his reach. It was almost satisfying to have the upper hand. To have him be the vulnerable one. “I’ll show you how serious I am.” He said removing a little red box from his pocket.

“Is that...”

“Yeah” He gave you a small smile. “This isn’t a spur of the moment thing. I’ve thought about this.” He said kneeling in front of you. He opened the box to reveal a solitaire diamond ring adorned by little diamonds on the band. It was simple enough to be classy but flashy enough to be special. “I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. You’ve always held my heart y/n. Will you marry me?” He asked. His voice slightly shaky.

You didn’t need to think about it. You forgave him as soon as you heard his voice. “Yes” You whimpered. You didn’t even know that you had started crying. He stood up on his feet and slid the ring on your ring finger.

You smiled as he kissed you. After so long. It was just a month but it felt like a thousand years. It was as if he was parched and so needy for you. His hands wandering all over your body. He swooped you up in his arms and carried you over to your bedroom. He made quick work of taking off his sweater his jeans and his underwear.

He pulled your long sleep shirt over your head. You tried to hide your breasts from him. Having never been naked in front of anyone you were shy and felt so exposed. “You’re going to be my wife now.” He purred removing your hands and taking you in. He was awestruck. “You’re so beautiful.” He stated mater of factly.

He trailed kisses down your body. Settling between your legs he stared at your heat. You couldn’t tell if he was unsatisfied or not. You gasped as you felt his hot tongue against your warm folds. You squirmed and thrashed. It was so different from when you played with yourself. So much more intense. You whimpered punching the mattress when he pulled away, you instantly missed his mouth. You gasped as you felt his fingers invade your warmth.

He moved up looming over you pushing his fingers in and out of you. “I want to watch you fall apart” He said. His voice laced with lust.

You came all over them screaming as he captured your lips into a bruising kiss. Swallowing your moans and cries.

You were still coming down from your high when he pushed his tip inside you. You gasped. “Shh it’s okay” He cooed kissing your hair “It’ll be okay. Daddy always care of you. You know that right.” He whispered kissing your tears away “I’ll never hurt you again.” He let out a muffled grunt as he completely sheathed himself into you.

He let you get accustomed to his length for a minute before moving. Thrusting leisurely into you. You closed your eyes, holding onto your shoulders. Giving out little hums and mewls, only focusing on the weight of his cock in you, his tip hitting your cervix, and how he brushed against your pussy every time he slid out halfway, only to slid back in again.

“You’re so tight shit.” He cursed against your lips. “I can’t believe. I. Get. to. have. you. forever.” He grunted each word punctuated with a snap of his hips.

He snaked a hand between your bodies and stroked your clit before ruthlessly rolling it in his fingers. It was already so overworked and sensitive. You came clenching around his cock in no time.

Your orgasm set him off. He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off over your stomach you watched through hooded eyes as spurts of his cum painted your stomach. He slumped next to you. His face and neck flushed. “Have to be careful. I’ll use a rubber next time. I’m not ready to share you with anyone just yet” he muttered wiping his shiny forehead with the back of his hand.

He draped his arm across your stomach nuzzling your neck as you stared at your new rock. “You like it?” He asked kissing your throat.

“I love it. I can’t wait to tell my mom” You replied pecking his forehead. “We have to set a date. When do you want it to be? The theme? So many things.”

He hushed you “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll just hire a wedding planner.”

“What about your father? What if he doesn’t approve of me?” You worried.

“I don’t give two shits about his opinion.” He grumbled.

And you couldn’t help but giggle at that. It was rare to hear him curse. You couldn’t wait to plan your wedding and your life together.

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epicfangirl01 · 4 years ago

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Castaways- Mammon x GN! Reader

Chapter Three

"Why didn't you fucking tell me earlier?!?" Mammon beams, holding you close as he kisses your head. You chuckle, combing your fingers through his snowy hair.

"I wanted it to be a surprise. On your birthday, you said that your dream day would be spending time alone together. I wanted to make it extra special, so I got a job at Ristorante Six to rent a beach home inthe human world for the weekend. There is a private beach, miles away from anyone else. There are also caves and a tourist town nearby, so we can do whatever we want."

Mammon's eyes glisten with tears, and he holds them back with everything he has. "Thank you, Silver..."

You smile, glad to see your beloved demon so happy. The two of you Thank Diavolo for his help, before making your way back home, too excited to let Lucifer's lecture get in the way.

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The next morning, you rush downstairs to the dining room for breakfast, your duffle bag in hand. The seven brothers are already at the table, starting to serve breakfast. After a quick meal, you wish everyone goodbye as Mammon walks with you for his "punishment". With your bags in tow, the two of you make your way through the city to Diavolo's castle.

The demon prince is waiting for you upon your arrival, and he smiles as Barbatos gets a door ready for teleportation.

"Ready for your trip, you two? You have three days to yourselves, away from all of your worries. I hope you enjoy yourselves. Y/N, watch Mammon and keep yourselves out of trouble, alright?"

You nod, lacing your fingers with the demon of greed. With that, Barbatos opens the door, revealing a bright, sparkling beach. You look I to your boyfriend's eyes, reassuring each other, before stepping into the Human Realm.

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The sun shines brightly as you step forward, holding a hand over your eyes. "We're finally here. It took a month to get here, but I just hope I can give you the weekend you've dreamed of."

Mammon beams, looking at the bright blue sky before turning to you.

"It's perfect. Because I have you...." He kisses you gently, cupping your face, and you sigh as his fingertips brush against your hair. You pull away after a moment, taking his hand.

"Come on. We need to drop off our stuff and get changed. We're going swimming!" You both run to the beachsode house, picking up the key from under the patio, before going up to the door.

"Okay. I need to say this now." Mammon looks over at you, unsure of what is wrong. "This weekend is a belated birthday wish that took a lot of time and planning. I already put a lot of work and money into this, so please don't steal anything. If you want something, I can buy you a few souvenirs of our trip, and that's all. I have some cash left for food, fun, and emergencies, so we have to be careful. If I find out you stole or sold something, I have no problem calling Diavolo to actually put you to labor. I trust you on this, so please don't break it, okay? This isn't the Devildom, so we have to watch our behavior."

Mammon rolls his eyes, shaking his head as he mumbles.

"I thought we were leaving Lucifer behind." Your eyes narrow as you glare at him, and he waves his hands. "Kidding! I'm just kidding. I... I really appreciate everything. I'll do my best. Only for you, though..."

You smile a little, loving your troublemaker, and you push the door open to reveal an upscale, yet cozy interior to the beach house. The walls are painted a crisp white, while the bottom of the wall changes to an ombre blue, reminding you of the ocean.

"Woah! They have a 98 inch flatscreen over a fireplace. AND surround sound! This is the life!" You notice the gold flecks in Mammon's eyes grow wider with greed, and you can't help but chuckle.

"Mhmm. It's yours for the whole weekend. Speaking of yours..." You step closer and take the demon's hand, bowing and kissing it gently. "How may I serve you today, my king?"

Confusion spreads all over his face, followed by a blush. "Don't you remember? You said that you wanted to spend time alone with me, relaxing while I 'dote on you for the whole day.' Today I serve you. Only for today, though. You need to save some greed for me." Mammon melts, loving you with his entire being, until he snaps out of his admiration.

"Not so fast. You're mine, alright? For now and for always. But... I guess I can spare you some greed."

He wraps his arms around you, grinning as his lips meet yours. You sigh, and Mammon takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting his beloved treasure. He hums and pulls away, still blushing.

"Okay. We should drop off our bags in the bedroom and get changed. The sun is out and the waves are coming in. And then, you can get a view of The Great Mammon that not even Majolish gets to see."

He smirks, and you follow him to a beautiful bedroom with a glass wall and balcony, overlooking the ocean. After getting settled, Mammon takes his swimsuit and heads to the bathroom while you look for your swimsuit. You went shopping with Asmo just to find the perfect one to impress, one that compliments your features, yet also makes you feel comfortable. Of course, he didn't know that it was for Mammon, but for your trip back to the human realm. He didn't mind keeping your plans a secret, as long as you told him the results of showing off.

You walk down the hallway to change in the bathroom, before finally coming out to show Mammon.

"Hey, Y/N! You almost done? It's a swimsuit, not a-" The demon stops dead in his tracks, his eyes taking in your outfit and features while you looked back at him.

He was perfect. His swim trunks are a nice yellow with green palm leaves and beach themed cocktails, matching his personality like a charm. Although the trunks are nice, they weren't what caught your attention. His chest and abs are strong and defined, as if they were carved by god himself. Then again, that wasn't exactly wrong. His arms are slender, yet muscular, and your eyes catch on his strong calves and thighs. Mammon has always been extremely fit, like the other brothers, but you could definitely tell he started working out more. And he did it just for you.

"Y/N... You look beautiful. Dammit. Now I kinda wish we were doing more than swimming..." Your face feels hot at his compliment, and you smile. Your hand slide's into Mammon's, and he laces his fingers with yours.

"Come on," you laugh, "Let's enjoy some sun."

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You spend the rest of the day in the sun with Mammon, making him human world meals, giving him massages, and collecting shells for mementos of your time together. As the day begins to come to a close, the two of you sit on the beach, watching the sunset by a warm bonfire. Mammon watches in awe, holding you close as the sky turns from orange to pink, and finally purple.

"Today has been perfect. The beach, the house, the weather, the food, you... I never experienced or felt anything like this before. Y/N... I want to spend every day like this. I want to spend every day with you. Well, if you wanted to... I don't want this day to end."

Your chest aches as he looks away from you shyly, still a tsundere even after all this time.

"Mammon," you murmur, "I would love to. You treat me so well, and you never fail to make me smile. You make every moment special, and I hope to do the same for you." You smile, and hold your guardian demon close.

"As for tonight..." You lean forward and kiss him, licking his lips teasingly. "The night is still young."

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Thank you guys so much for your support! I just wanted to give you a quick update to let you know that the next chapter is going to have Mammon smut 👀, so I wanted to let you all know how that chapter is going to work. It's going to take a little longer for me to write that chapter, since not everyone can read it for age reasons, so I wanted to post a one shot story of MC taking care of sick! demon brothers to enjoy instead. That way everyone can enjoy some sort of content, whether they are into/able to read that content or not. That chapter will have a bold warning, and a cut off to help catch attention before reading too much. I will also link that sick brothers fic to the beginning as an alternative in case. One final note about the smut character is that there will be NO PLOT WHATSOEVER. So if you skip that chapter, you won't miss a thing. Also, a big thanks to CottonCandyPony on AO3 for their idea/request for the sick fic.

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dibidibifiction · 4 years ago

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Criminal In My Mind: Chapter 9

WARNING: smut; foul language

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader Word count: 1.9k (1.1k without the smut)

Writer’s note: If you’re not comfortable with smut, it’s okay to skip it. I put an asterisk mark on where it starts.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

masterlist Chapter 8

Y/N

As I now get irritated by Kibum and Jonghyun smooching off each others’ mouths, I watch Minho gather with my dad and some other guy I’ve hardly seen before. Must be one of his patients.

By the second I walk towards them, Minho is already by himself, his eyes to the floor, unblinking.

“Who was that?” I ask him.

“Your dad just introduced me to one of his patients,” he tells me. And there it is again, his obvious forced smile.

“Hey, do you want to go for a walk outside for a bit?” I suggest. “And we can get my mom’s vases on our way back.”

“Sure,” for some reason his smile becomes natural. He’s probably relieved that he’s catching a break from this crowd for a moment.

We step out the front door as the cold wind welcomes us. We walk our way to Minho’s car parked not far from here.

“Your parents are nice, kind of misleading from what you said earlier about them,” he starts while we walk.

When I least expect it, he interlocks his fingers with mine.

I can feel my temples starting to sweat, but I have to act cool. “Uh, y-yeah. They didn’t use to be like that though. I don’t know what happened but, one day, before I graduated college, it seemed like they just magically changed and told me to do whatever I want in life and just be happy.”

Minho laughs with his deep sexy, manly voice.

“How are you holding up?” I ask him after a few seconds of silence.

“I’m feeling better now,” he smiles as he puts his head down. “Thanks to you,” he then stares into my eyes.

My heart begins to jump as if trying to escape my ribs. His eyes are all I see now. His big beautiful dark brown eyes that reflect in the moonlight. The second I feel hot and realize that I’m staring back at him, I blink quickly and look down to break eye contact.

But Minho’s eyes do not leave me. He draws forward closer to me, making me back up until I reach his car behind me. He pulls me onto his body by my waist, then leans in for his lips to touch mine.

My stomach twists this very moment. I’m having trouble believing that his sweet soft lips are now on mine instead of the other way around. And more importantly, no one is drunk.

This night couldn’t be more perfect.

. . .

It is now deeper into the night and the last thing I remember was waving our goodbyes to my parents, Kibum and Jonghyun Oppa while getting in the car with Minho to drive back home.

But then, gradually, the space around me becomes claustrophobic. Why do I find myself in some kind of container? I start to hear the sound of hissing drills and loud cries. I feel the excruciating pain from the insides of my flank.

I try to scream for help but my voice comes out mute. The pain on my side intensifies the more I try to scream. I attempt to shake my body but it feels pinned still. Somebody grabs me by my arms and their grasp starts to tighten more and more like it’s going to break-

“Y/n!”

I gasp awake. Trembling. Catching my breath.

Minho is cupping my face in his hands. He seems disturbed and shocked.

After fear has struck me again, followed by a rush of relief so rapidly, my world starts to spin. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed and feel the urge to cry.

So I do. Hard. Burying my face into Minho’s embrace.

“It’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay,” he says softly as he consoles me, stroking my hair very lightly.

Minutes have passed and I’m still in Minho’s arms. He seems to have fallen asleep while we’re still in the car.

I feel the guilt nibbling my guts for tiring him so much.

“Minho?” I call out very softly.

He snorts awake, startled. “Are you okay?”

I can’t help but laugh a little because he is so fucking cute. “I’m fine. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, don’t,” he touches my face again. “I want you to be okay.”

I decided to let Minho stay over at my apartment for the night. He must be too exhausted to drive home since we had such a long day.

I walk into the living room closet to put out sheets and pillows for him but the shelf is too high for my tiny little limbs to reach. When I almost lose my balance, Minho catches me from behind.

“Be careful,” he says, helping me stand back up.

I suddenly feel hot out of embarrassment so I turn away from him. “Can you please get those down?” I point to the pillows and comforter at the top shelf.

Without looking back, I quickly run to the bathroom and face the mirror.

“Get your shit together, Y/n!” I whisper to myself.

I sigh at my reflection. I then brush my teeth and wash up for bed.

After a few minutes of a calming hot shower, I now wrap myself into my bathrobe. When I turn the knob and pull open the door, I get flabbergasted by Minho’s chest almost smashing my nose. I look up at him and I find myself stuttering, having no idea what to say.

“Sorry, I thought you’re already in your room,” he says, his face looking down at mine, confused and astounded.

Because I’m starting to panic and don’t know what to do, I just go with my instincts, rush to my bedroom, and slam the door behind me.

After eventually trying to catch my breath, I change into my pajamas. I then approach the door and put my ear against it, trying to figure out if Minho is already sleeping.

When I don’t hear anything, I pull the door open to reveal him with his fist in front of him, about to knock.

Time stops for us for who knows how long as we stare at each other, he takes one step towards me, then I bring myself forward to him. Before I realize it, we now crash our lips together.

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I find myself in a moment that I never thought would happen this soon but still, deep inside, I was hoping it would. A rush of chill streams through my veins and my legs grow weak. I almost fall in toward him.

Minho opens his mouth to let his tongue find mine as I help him remove his jacket. With my arms now wrapped around his neck, he touches my lower back to inch me closer. Now my crotch is touching his hard-on.

His one hand then cups my cheek to push my face back slightly in order to catch some air, his thumb on my lower lip. When I open my eyes to look at him, his are closed.

He pulls me in again for a longer kiss. This time, it feels hotter and more exciting as our hungry mouths become sloppier together.

He then starts to move forward into my bedroom to make me motion backward until we reach the bed. He pulls away for a second, opens his eyes, and stares at me with those greedy lustful eyes. I can almost hear him say, “I hope you’re ready for this” under his fast breaths.

He leans in for one more taste before he seizes my legs apart with his strong hands that make me crash onto the mattress. He drags me to the center of the bed while continuing to kiss me and proceeds on top of me. He sinks himself into me as he starts to suck on my neck, immediately hitting just the right spot. I open my mouth for stunned pleasure. He now switches from his lips to his teeth and tongue.

“Minho,” I let out a moan. It makes his lips crawl down to my collarbone. My mouth begins to dry from breathing so quickly and so deeply. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, sit up to pull it off his arms, and throw it to the floor.

Here, on top of me, uncovers Minho’s brawny alluring chest and his prominent seductive abs. I forget to breathe for a second. I admire his bare upper body. Now I’m afraid of what’s going to happen to me once his overall body unfolds before me.

I try to find the first button of my pajama top to get it undone when Minho grabs my hand and stops me.

“Let me undress you,” he says, his voice growing husky.

He leans forward to carry on kissing me while starts to unbutton my shirt. He grasps me by the shoulders and sits me up to completely strip my top off. Then pushes me back down gently.

His hand makes its way to my crotch, making me moan again. He hooks his fingers through the garter of my bottoms and pulls them down. He crawls back up to meet my eyes as his fingers find my clit and all the way down to my hole over my underwear, motioning them circularly, making me almost faint when he applies more pressure.

“Holy fuck, you’re soaking,” he groans.

He then almost hurriedly climbs off the bed to strip all his bottoms and reveal his muscled-up legs and already hardened manhood.

Fuck, this is it! This is how I’m going to die.

He reaches out to remove my panties. I observe him tower over me, touch his abs in worship as two of his fingers insert in and out of the crest of my waterfall.

I accidentally let out a loud cry as the hot sensation intensifies. He then settles on top of me, looks into my eyes, and lets me watch him bring his fingers to his lips and sucks on them.

He holds the end of his cock against my entrance and starts pushing in, filling up my hole all the way up to my spot. He slides in and out of me so effortlessly because he already got me wet ever since the closet, but I can still feel every inch of his length and thickness.

I can’t help but gasp as he is starting to thrust harder, and eventually, faster. Just as when I thought I could already die like this, he grunts at me with his face turning red as he shivers with lust, grabbing my thighs for more grip while he carries on slamming his hips against me repeatedly. Although he is panting, his pace is so quick and tough that I can hardly keep up.

Tears begin to form from my eyes for I am close to my climax. I’m whimpering for the unbelievable pleasure I’m receiving with him nailing my g-spot, together with the view of his firm movement and his body glistening with sweat in between my legs.

“Oh, God, Minho!” My scream is high and loud. I’m coming. “Fuck, I’m-”

I shake into paradise.

But Minho doesn’t even flinch from sustaining his pace. I’m already dead but he still continues to kill me. His moan grows louder.

He then stops, looks to the heavens and takes out his dick to let his head burst with his cum just below my belly button. And now lets out a long warm sigh from inhaling too much.

He pants deeply as he touches my forehead with his. Still shaking, he kisses me one more time on the lips. “God, you’re amazing,” he says under his breath. Then crashing onto the empty space next to me.

Chapter 10

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falseroar · 4 years ago

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((Abe and Wilford have a chat on a train. Based on WMLW and an event that may or may not have happened yet. It’s also sort of my last thing for the Ten Trails challenge, the “Broken Will” prompt from Trail 4. I say ‘sort of,’ because I’m not super sure this counts as whump, but I wanted to write it anyways.))

Abe glanced at the man who took a seat across the table from him and immediately returned to staring out the window, watching the darkened snow-covered landscape pass by at a steady clip without really seeing any of it. After a while it all started to look the same, anyways, like the background was on a long loop to hide the fact they weren’t really going anywhere.

Maybe they weren’t. Maybe the rhythmic clatter of wheels on the rails and the rattle of the train cars punctuated by the occasional screaming whistle from the engine was all just a part of the charade he seemed to be caught up in. Why he’d been brought in to play a bit role in the act Abe still didn’t know, just like he still didn’t know what happened to his muddle mess of a memory that seemed to fall apart the second he looked too closely at it, or why he had yet to return the favor and put a bullet in the man sitting across the aisle from him.

“Well, that’s not a nice thing at all to say,” Wilford protested, despite the fact Abe had yet to say anything. “And here I was, just stopping in to say hello to a fellow passenger—”

“Hello and goodbye. Go bother someone else before I really pull out my gun,” Abe said, but when he looked out of the corner of his eye the fantastically dressed man was still there, still studying him with a bemused smile as though waiting for him to get the joke.

Wilford did look away, just for a second, his eyes going past Abe to the front door of the car where a bunch of voices were getting louder and more heated with every passing second.

“Quite the commotion, eh?” Wilford said, dropping his voice as though bringing Abe in on a secret. “I’m surprised you’re not checking it out already.”

“What’s the point?” Abe muttered to his reflection in the window, until his breath steamed up the glass.

“The point?” Wilford sat up straighter in his seat and, without looking, snagged a steaming mug of hot chocolate off of the passing cart. Again, still not looking at the drink in hand, he pulled out a flask that looked suspiciously similar to Abe’s own and poured a little something extra in before taking a sip of the spiked hot chocolate. “Tell me, detective, since when has anything ever needed a point?”

Abe checked his pocket and then snatched his flask out of Wilford’s hand, who only shrugged and took another sip from his mug. “Give me that! And maybe the point is, you told me yourself you already know how this ends—”

“Shush, shush, spoilers!” Wilford interrupted before he could say more.

“How can you know that? How can you possibly remember something before it even happens, why did I have pictures of a train I’d never even seen before today?” Abe whispered back, feeling the vein in his temple beginning to bulge as his blood pressure rose, feeling his already flimsy grasp on this “reality” slipping again. “Is any of this real? Does any of it even matter?”

Wilford considered his words before shrugging again. “Why should it make a difference if it’s real or not?”

“The difference is—it’s—” Abe struggled for words before sitting back into his seat with a sigh. “The difference is I might as well not be here at all. Why even bother? If you know how this ends, then you can go up there and take care of it.”

There was another pause from Wilford, during which he swirled the contents of his mug and frowned, his pink-tinged mustache tilting along with his lips before he leaned toward the detective again. “Just between you and me, I don’t exactly convey the idea of ‘reasonable authority figure.’”

“No, really?” Abe layered on the sarcasm, even though he doubted the other man was capable of noticing it. He turned his gaze back to the swiftly falling snow outside with another sigh, ready for this conversation to be over with already.

What was the point of taking on a mystery when everyone already knew the answer? What was the point of slipping back into his role and pretending like any of this makes any sense? What was the point of even trying, when none of this might not even be real?

“Mm, maybe,” Wilford agreed, despite again Abe not actually saying any of those thoughts aloud. When Abe shot a glare at him, he just swirled the contents of his mug again and continued, “Maybe none of this has a point. Maybe it’s all in your head, maybe it’s not ‘real’, whatever that means. So what?”

Wilford was sitting in the seat next to Abe now, leaning uncomfortably close as he added, “Why should any of that mean you can’t have a little fun along the way, or get in over your head in a good murder mystery? We both know it’s kind of your thing.”

Abe growled and Wilford nodded before gesturing with his mug toward the front of the train car behind them, where the voices were turning accusatory.

“For now though, it sounds like someone up there is in need of a good detective, and I can’t think of anyone better.”

Abe stared back at him, thoughts raging before settling into one core idea: why not?

Wilford winked and wished the detective good luck as he rose in his seat, only to give a cry of dismay when Abe grabbed his mug and took it with him. Maybe he’d even get to enjoy a sip or two of it, before the screech and lurch of the train pulling to a sudden, not so unexpected stop threw them all off balance and really made this case interesting.

Even if he did have an idea of how it all would end.

#markiplier #fanfiction #wilford warfstache #abe the detective #wmlw #ten trails whump challenge #spiked hot chocolate #probably not the best drink to get the detective senses fired up #posting this one early #because later i'm going to go an ahwm reblogging spree

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mxsmwndr · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Pairing: Modern!Newt x Reader

Summary: Being single is tough sometimes. Friends tease you, family members don't leave you alone, and people flirt with you constantly. It's especially tough when you have a crush on your best friend. Especially when you need him to pretend to be your date to a party.

Terms: (Y/n) is Your Name

Warnings: Nothing too bad. There is a small panic attack towards the end.

A/N: Happy holidays!! This one's dedicated to the wonderful @technolilly! Thank you for all of your requests!! There may or may not be a crush x reader fake date coming soon Bold is texting back and forth, and if you don't have your ears pierced, pretend they're something else! Here's the 'Soft Rock' playlist from this story! I actually have one!! (Cannon that Newt only listens to rock. Alt for if he's feeling pumped/angsty, and classic for the relaxing times/late nights)

Disclaimer: I don't own your or Newt or this idea

"Actually, you're wrong." You said before you could stop yourself.

"Oh, really?" Minho challenge. "How so?"

Shuck. "Well, you see... um, I'm already dating him. It's just... it's a secret, so you can't tell anyone." You said.

Minho raised an eyebrow, but seemed satisfied with your answer. "Okay. Then prove it." He said.

Oh shuck. You thought, but still decided to see how far you could push yourself. "How?"

That would give you time to come up with a lie.

Minho shrugged, and you cursed yourself.

"Fine." You said. "I'll bring him to the Christmas party Saturday." No, no! You shucking liar! Shut up! The voice inside your head screamed at you. You ignored it, though, enjoying the idea of destroying Minho's delicate ego.

In a friendly way, of course.

Minho looked shocked for a moment, which soon melted into a sly smirk. "Good. I'll see you there, then." He said, and cockily leaned against the staircase railing besides him.

You were about to release the breath you didn't realize you held until Minho spoke up again. Quickly, and to stop yourself from saying anything else you'd regret, you decided to distract yourself by tying your shoes.

"Oh." He said, clicking his fingers as if he just remembered something. "Thomas said to dress fairly nice." He said with a wink, and turned around to open the door.

"I always 'dress fairly nice'." You mumbled to yourself, and stopped Minho from leaving you at the door. "Minho!" You yelled. He turned, "Never wink at me again!" Minho smiled at you, signaling that he got your message. You got your other shoe on, yelled a quick goodbye, and shut the door behind you, making your way to your car. "How am I gonna get out of this one?" You asked yourself while you drove home.

Remember when you specifically asked Minho not to tell anyone about you and Newt? Yeah, that didn't really work.

Lesson learned, Minho's not great at keeping secrets.

He's not even close to being good, actually.

The next day, which just had to be Monday, was the day you discovered that. Really, it was when you found out that Minho told Thomas, who told Teresa and Brenda, who told Aris, who called Sonya, who decided not to tell Newt but instead to tell Harriet, who told Alby. Luckily, Alby can keep a secret. And as it turns out, he can make other people keep secrets.

So when Newt got to school on Wednesday, he didn't know anything about your little lie.

And that's how you liked it.

"Hey, Newt!" You called to your best friend, and ran over to him while waving a hand.

He turned to you, and his beautiful golden eyes locked with yours. "Hey!" He said excitedly as he limped towards you.

You gave Newt a hug, which he eagerly returned. Then, you pulled him away, hardly noticing the way he clutched onto you for a little longer. You kept your hands rested on Newt's shoulders, and looked him deeply in the eyes.

"I need to tell you about something." You said slowly while you checked your sorroundings for eavesdroppers (Minho and Thomas). When you were finish, you added "But not here."

Newt gave you a confused look, but Minho jumped onto his shoulders, so the expression quickly melted into a boyish grin. They did a little handshake, and you decided to be on your way to your first hour the second Minho winked at you--even though you told him not to.

U busy rn? You texted Newt. His Bitmoji popped up, and put a hand on it's chin like it was thinking.

No Came the response after a few seconds.

Kay You said. You thought for a moment, and quickly typed a response. Wanna fake date? You asked. Shaking your head, you quickly deleted the response and came up with another one.

R u going to the christmas party?

Newt's Bitmoji thought again, dissapeared directly after his response popped up.

Planning on it

Again, you replied with: Kay

Can u help me with something? You added, just before anxiety of Newt's reaction told you not to. Theres a guy at school who won't leave me alone... so can you pretend to by my boyfriend? Just for a little bit

With what Newt texted.

You thought for a moment, and replied with a quick lie; This is going to sound rly weird but there's a shank at school who keeps flirting with me so I may or may not have told him that I had a boyfriend so he'd back off? You slammed 'send' before your anxiety even thought of telling you no. Again.

Newt's Bitmoji jumped up, and started thinking. This felt like an eternity for you, when it was mere seconds.

Or maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it really was and eternity, and you thought it was only a few seconds. Maybe he really was about to screenshot it to send to all of his friends and ruin your life.

But that wasn't like him. Not at all.

So maybe he was trying to think of an answer so he couldn't mess this up instead--or he was asking his sister for help. Maybe he loved what you guys had, and didn't want to ruin it over a silly crush. Maybe he wanted to date you for real instead.

Whatever the reason, you both hated being put in this position. Maybe some (you) more than others.

Oh my god. Why'd I do that?! I screwed us up. Oh no, oh no. You thought. You were about to write a reply saying nevermind, when Newt's response popped up.

So u want me to pretend to be the boyfriend

You winced at yourself, at how cringy it sounded--asking your best friend to fake date you so you could prove something else to your other best friend while having secret feelings for the first one--but reluctantly confirmed Newt's theory.

Newt took a while to respond, but still less than he did before. Who is the slinthead anyway

What? You asked yourself. What does that have to do with anything?

You didn't want to point fingers, so you went with a safe bet in saying: You don't kno him.

Does Minho

Tommy

Anybody

Not that I know of. Why does this matter so much? U gonna beat him up?

Newt typed a response, but apparently deleted it and typed something else. You meant the text as a joke.

I can go so I'll drive u to Tommy's at 6:30. He said to dress nice so send me a pic of your dress so I'll match my tie

Wait. What?

Did you read that right? You went back and reread Newt's reply.

Yep. Newt just agreed to fake date you.

Oh, shuck! You thought. Newt just agreed to fake date me!

Thx! IOU 1!! You keyed in, and shut your phone off. You sighed, thanking the gods under your breath. A goofy grin soon spread across your face, and you walked over to your closet to pick an outfit.

"How about this?" You asked, turning to face your friends for about the 50th time that night. The dress was elegant and red. The knee-length velvety hugged your skin warmly. You had black tights underneath, but no shoes picked out yet.

Brenda eyed you up and down like a judgemental mother would to her daughter. "Well..."

"YES!" Sonya screamed, leaping up from her seat. Teresa jumped, suddenly awake, causing you to giggle slightly.

"Oh my god, Newt will love it!" Sonya said, running over to admire the dress up close.

You smiled, "You really think so? It's not too much?"

"Too much? Are you kiddin' me!? He loves you no matter what you do!" She said, spinning you around in the dress.

You froze. What? Oh... You suddenly realized the deal with Min, and your muscles relaxed.

Sonya froze as well. With that, you heart rate quickened. It felt like it was going to burst. At least, until Sonya shouted "We need jewelry!" And dragged you towards your dresser.

She dug through the drawers like they were her own, and turned to you when she found nothing. "(Y/n)! Where's your jewelry?!"

You gave her an odd look. "Uh... I don't have any?"

"What!?" Brenda screeched from your bed. She loved jewelry; anything from toe rings to finger rings to nose rings. She ran over to you and your friend.

You sent her a sheepish smile. "Yeah--"

"I'll be back!" Brenda said, holding up her index finger to show a number one, like saying 'give me a sec' or something.

You met Sonya's eyes, and she laughed. You did too.

Sonya laughs like her brother. Cheerfully and free of cares of who could be watching. It was contagious.

Soon, you were laughing as well.

Until Teresa asked if you and Newt have kissed yet.

"Uh... no. Why?" You responded.

Teresa smirked at you. "No reason," she said in a sly voice. Like a snake.

Sonya sent her a glare, but it was interrupted when Brenda waltzed back into your room with a makeup bag.

Or... rather a jewelry box.

Brenda dug through her box, in search of the perfect accessories. Sonya was about to join her, when Brenda jumped up, startling Teresa.

Again.

"These!!" Brenda said, holding up a sparkling pair of dangly earrings.

You eyed them, "Okay...?" You said, and hesitated before taking them out of her hands.

While you put them on, Brenda began her search for rings, necklaces and/or bracelets. She finished by the time you did, but Sonya handed the silver bracelets to you.

When they were secured, you turned back to your friends. "Cute!" Sonya and Brenda squealed.

"Aw, my baby girl is all grown up!" Sonya said, even though you were older. Her hands were next to her cheek while she smiled at you, giving you the look you give your friend when they're about to get married.

"And she's dating your brother!" Brenda needlessly added. This caused you to blush.

"So cute!" They squealed once more. You looked to Teresa for help, but she just smiled and took a picture.

Sonya's phone rang in her pocket. She opened it, and looked to you apologetically. "I have to help Newt." She said, starting to leave.

"Byeeee!" Brenda and Teresa called after her.

"Bye!" Sonya returned.

"Thanks for making me not look stupid!" You called after her.

Sonya gave you a two fingered salute while she walked away. She turned around, "Don't mess that dress up, (Y/n). I'll bring heels before the party."

"Heels?" You groaned.

"Yes, heels." Brenda responded, bringing you to the mirror. She pushed your hair out of your face, and lead you over to your mirror. "Now we need to figure out makeup." She said.

You were exhausted, but you were finally party ready. You checked your reflection in the mirror, qquadruple-checking to make sure there wasn't any wrinkles you missed. Your makeup shimmered in the light of your room. It was natural, but fancy. Nothing too much.

The honk of a car horn interrupted your thoughts. You peered through your window to find Newt, gave him a quick wave, and grabbed your heels before walking out the door of your house.

Newt reached across the passenger seat, and opened the door for you.

"Thank you so much for agreeing to this." You said to Newt, shutting the car door behind you.

"No problem." He was dressed nicely, too. A black shirt tucked into black pants with a red tie that matched your dress.

You put your feet up on the dashboard and started to put your shoes on. Newt eyed you, then your shoes.

"Are those Sonya's?"

You sent him a sheepish smile, "Yeah."

He laughed, and returned his attention to the road infront of him.

"I don't wear heels!" You said defensively.

Newt just laughed more. "You seem to be now!"

You groaned in frustration, and brought your feet down. You slouched low into the chair in a pout.

"It was a joke, babe!"

Your heart stopped. Babe? "'Babe'?" You repeated your thoughts.

"Er... yeah. I, uh... since we're...."

You giggled, "Relax, shuck-face. It's fine."

"Babe." You added.

Newt pulled into Thomas's driveway, and gave you a funny look. You were about to get out when Newt stopped you.

"Let me get the door for you." He said, leaping out of his seat and limping over to your side.

He opened the door, and you gave him a grateful look. He shut the door while still watching you, but your stares were interrupted by a wolf whistle.

You and Newt turned, and found Minho in the front of Thomas's house.

He wore his usual stupid smirk.

That bastard. You grabbed Newt's hand and pushed past Minho. You smirked to yourself in triumph after.

"Ship it!" Minho yelled from behind you.

Newt gave you a confused glance, but you brushed it off with an apologetic smile.

Until you lost your balance. Stupid heels! You felt yourself falling to the ground until a pair of strong arms caught you.

You looked up and found your savior to be Newt. You smiled, and thanked him before walking into the kitchen.

It didn't take Minho long to find you after. You'd say it probably was around 7:10 when he walked up to you with his stupid smirk that never seemed to wipe off.

He said nothing, just grabbed your arm and pushed you towards the living room. You followed, watching the groups of semi-drunk teenagers smile and dance. Suddenly you felt a harsh push from behind you. You stumbled forward a bit, in attempt to stop yourself from bumping into the dude in front of you. But of course, you being you in heels, you tried to use the dude for support, but failed miserably.

"Woah!" He said, his familiar accent hitting your ears while he caught you.

Once again, you thanked Newt for saving your pride.

And your dress.

"A little klutzy today, huh?" He asked with a laugh.

You looked down and blushed, "Yeah, I just--"

"Everyone look!" You heard Minho's voice yell. "Mistletoe!"

Your eyes widened in horror, and you looked to Minho for help.

Stupid idea, really. He wouldn't help you to save his life. He had to win this.

You looked back to Newt, who studied your face.

Until someone shouted, "Get on with it!" Your guess was Brenda.

Newt watched you still, and you wondered about what he could possibly be thinking.

Was there something on your face? Would he back out if you tried to kiss him? Would he even kiss back? Was he suddenly regretting his decision? Did he want to leave for home?

Questions fueled from doubt and anxiety flooded through your mind while you awaited Newt's rejection.

It never came, though. Instead, a cold hand wrapped around your neck and pulled you closer, and warm lips soon met your own.

As cheeseballs as it seems, you melted into it. Your hands went to Newt's neck, and he seemed to pull you closer.

Of course, your moment had to be interrupted by Minho, who cleared his throat obnoxiously. "Okay," he said. "You can stop now. I get it." You and Newt pulled apart, suddenly realizing that almost everyone at the party was staring at the two of you.

Your blush turned from fair to hard core.

"You're so cute!" Sonya squealed, holding up her phone.

Shuck. You thought to yourself. She taped it.

Newt smiled, and pulled you closer to him. His hand rested on your waist while his blush died down.

Where is all this confidence coming from?

You decided to shrug it off, and wrap your arms around your 'boyfriend' tightly.

You never wanted the night to end. But unfortunately all good things must.

The jitters from Thomas's party never stopped. Even when Newt drove you home.

"We should do that more often, yeah?" Newt asked you, while Aerosmith's Fly Away From Here faded into KISS's Beth. You recognized the playlist playing. It was the one you made for him.

Actually, you made it for yourself, first. It was called 'Soft Retro', and by far one of your favorites. You originally made it for the many nights where you couldn't sleep. Apparently, Newt loved it, so you passed it down to him. Love songs made you sick, anyway.

Not Newt, though. He seemed to enjoy them more than life herself sometimes. You're surprised you haven't caught him trying to waltz with a mop yet.

"What do you mean?" You asked Newt, trying to play his question with a silly laugh. He looked at you for a second, but returned his eyes to the road ahead. He shrugged,

"Party?"

"Did you just answer a question with another question?" You asked with your eyebrows raised.

"You did it first." Newt shot back.

"Touché," You mumbled. It was quiet for a moment, before Newt spoke up again.

"Was he there?" He asked you.

You looked at him, "Who?"

"The stupid shank."

"Oh, yeah." You said, suddenly feeling your heart sink deep into your chest. "Thanks for that." Newt was silent, so you panicked and added: "Especially for kissing me."

Newt laughed, "It was really no problem, luv." He said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but decided to bite his tongue.

"I know, but..."

You suddenly felt bad. Bad for dragging Newt into this, bad for lying to him so you could prove a point to Min. Bad for the entire night, really. You sighed, filled with regret so suddenly that it caused you to panic a little.

A lot, actually. Your breaths quickened, becoming shallower while tears flooded your eyes. Your chest felt heavy, too.

Everything felt heavy.

Until Newt's voice cleared some clouds in your head. "Hey, hey, luv. What's wrong? Hey..." He cooed slightly. He looked behind him, and turned on his turn signal, pulling over.

"I just..." Your voice broke, and you cautiously took a shaking breath. "I'm so, so sorry."

"About what?" Newt asked innocently.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Stop being such a shuck-face. You told yourself. You closed your eyes loosely, "Do you know the real reason I asked you to pretend date me?"

Newt slowly shook his head. Great.

You forced a smile, it wasn't his fault, and redirected your attention to your lap, where your hands lay. "I was talking to Min... and he brought you up. I--" You cut yourself off. No. You told yourself. It's too late to turn back now. "He was teasing me about how you'll be at the party, because he thinks I like you, and I got sick of it, so I just... lied. I didn't think anything of it, but then h-he believed me, and I-I had to do something because he always wins every argument, so I texted you but when you asked me why I knew I couldn't say it so I told you that there was some shank but now--" You cut yourself off again. This time, by crying.

Newt watched you break into tears, speechless, as you gather yourself with a breath. He listened as you continued.

"I understand if you don't want to see me anymore," You said in a low voice. "I... I'll just find a ride home." You said, reaching to open the car door. Newt locked it instead.

You turned to face him hesitantly. Your head hung low, like a guilty puppy.

"(Y/n)," He began, but you stopped him.

You couldn't take the rejection. Not yet.

"No, it's fine. I can get an Uber or something. I'll see you Monday--"

"(Y/n)." Newt said more urgently. "Do you know what song is playing?"

You looked to Newt. It was an easy question. Like, a suspiciously easy question.

"All The Way." You mumbled.

"M-hm. And did you know it's my favorite song?"

You internally rolled your eyes at his questions. What was this? National ask a stupid question day? "Yeah."

"Do you know why it's my favorite?"

You shook your head.

Newt reached over to you, never breaking eye contact as he took your hands in his own. "Because it reminds me of you. That kiss... I knew I'd take you all the way if you wanted me to." He licked his lips. "Because I love you...

"And I know you love me too."

You were shocked. Was this some kind of sick joke? Did he know you listened to All The Way whenever you missed him because it reminded you of him? Did Minho put him up to this?

Newt placed one of your hands on his cheek, but kept his on top. "Don't you?"

Too late now. You gave him a slight nod, and Newt broke into a boyish grin. He happily leaned over to where you sat in the passenger seat, and gave you a light peck on the lips.

"I knew it." He whispered under his breath. You smiled, and returned Newt's kiss, stopping him from saying more. He smiled, glancing down to your lips before leaning in slowly. Again.

You met him halfway, and the two of you shared one of the best kisses in history.

It was only a bonus to see Minho's surprised expression Monday morning.

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Holiday

Author: bvidzsoo

Warnings: nothing, perhaps too much fluff

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x female reader

Word count: 7, 024

Summary: Who would have thought you’d meet such a handsome stranger while on a holiday in Greece? Well, you definitely didn’t. And perhaps your friends aren’t helping you too much either.

A/N: Well, I finally finished this ugh. I officially say goodbye to summer with this one shot cries. I feel like this is a little shitty fluff but HEY I TRIED! Also, trust me to come up with creative titles, just look at this one shot’s title, hahahaha. Enjoy now!

Summer was the season I enjoyed the most. Sunshine, warm breeze and green everywhere around me made me feel alive. It’s the season that makes me feel most productive and alive. It could be because I love green and seeing the nature all blossomed is one of the most beautiful experience to me. But, unfortunately, summer comes to an end at a point and while I remain the same, it does make me sad to see nature dying, losing its beautiful colors that always make me feel alive, capable to get me through another day. And before this summer came to an end too, me and my friends decided to go on a trip. A trip to a foreign country in Europe, where the sea was close by and the sun shined brightly with beautiful white houses, blue rooftops and narrow streets. It was a place I never dreamed of actually seeing in person, but it did bring tears to my eyes when I realized I was really there. The country of my dreams, I was finally here. Greece. Surrounded by my friends and the sea, two things I adore the most.

The place where we were staying at couldn’t have been more perfect, with its view straight to the blue and clear sea. The apartment was spacious enough for five people and it wasn’t far from the beach either. It took us at least two days to get over our jet lag but we still pushed ourselves to visit whatever we could in the city. And all those three days, including today too, we didn’t see our neighbour who we were sharing a floor with. The landlord lady told us that this tenant usually comes at the beginning of the summer and leaves at the end of it so that apartment is basically his by now, as she choose to let him stay there every time he visited the country. She told us how handsome this boy is and how lovely, everyone loves him around here. The landlord lady’s words definitely made us curious of this handsome, lovely young man who comes and goes with the summer, but we didn’t get to meet him yet.

The sun was high up in the sky as we chilled underneath the sun umbrella, Krystal fanning herself with her book as she was laying down.

“I’m going to buy another drink, anyone want some?” Yeri spoke up as she stood up, squinting down at us.

“Another cocktail, please” Joy shook her empty cocktail glass for Yeri to see. As no one else wanted a drink, Yeri left to buy some for herself and Joy.

“It’s so hot” Seulgi muttered, laying on her stomach, head turned towards me. I chuckled as I watched her from underneath the sun umbrella.

“You are laying in the sun, of course it’s hot” I muttered, watching her slowly open her eyes.

“Scoot over and I’ll join you happily” She raised up onto her knees, stretching her hands over her head.

“You wanted to tan, don’t complain now” Krystal spoke up as she adjusted her sunglasses.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t burn this much” Seulgi muttered, joining me in the shadow, leaning against my shoulder. I smiled up at her as I rested against my elbows on the matt, watching the blue water. The breeze was refreshing and warm, creating little waves that crashed against the shore, a sound I could never grow bored of.

“I wonder who’s our hot neighbour” Seulgi muttered as she picked at her green painted nails, glancing towards Krystal and I.

“Someone hot” Krystal deadpanned, making me roll my eyes, “He’s probably a foreigner too”

“Or someone from the country who spends their summers here” I said, turning towards Krystal to see her pursing her lips.

“Why would someone spend their summer here if they are already from around here?” She narrowed her eyes as she took off her sunglasses, her dark and sharp eyes focusing on Seulgi and I.

“Exactly why you always visit Busan when it’s spring” I fired back, making Seulgi giggle as Krystal rolled her eyes, unable to hide her little smile.

“You are being so loud…” Joy sighed, laying on her matt underneath the burning sun, tanning, “I can’t sleep”

“Come here before you become a fried chicken” Seulgi chuckled, gripping Joy’s forearm and she started pulling her towards us.

“Yah!” Joy exclaimed, eyes flying open as she stared flabbergasted at Seulgi, “You’ll get sand in my hair, stop!”

“Come here already then” Seulgi scoffed, letting go of Joy’s arm before she started whining more. Joy mumbled something underneath her breath before plumping down beside Seulgi, kicking her leg in the process on purpose. Seulgi glared at Joy as she rested her head against Seulgi’s bare stomach. Krystal and I watched them amused until Yeri was blocking our views.

“I’m back, I hope you didn’t see any sexy boys” She said loudly while she handed Joy her cocktail.

“Couldn’t you be any louder?” I asked, shaking my head at her.

“People don’t understand us here either way, I can say whatever I want” Yeri shrugged uncaringly as she pushed Krystal with her foot to make space for herself. Krystal hissed at Yeri but the youngest ignored her as she plopped down, joining us underneath the sun umbrella.

“You never know when you’ll meet someone who understand what you say, Yeri, I’d be more careful” I said chuckling as the youngest hummed at me while sipping her cocktail.

“When are we going back to our apartment?” Krystal asked, her tone bored as she placed her book back in her bag.

“Let’s swim first” Joy proposed, head still on Seulgi’s stomach, “We can go back after”

“Let’s eat out tonight” I said, glancing at the girls. They nodded back with grins.

“There’s that nice local down by the beach, let’s go there!” Seulgi said excitedly, clapping her hands together.

“It was pretty full yesterday though” Yeri said while she chewed on her straw, “Shouldn’t we make a reservation?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary” Krystal said with a grin, “When they’ll see us, five gorgeous ladies, they will find a table for us for sure”

We giggled as Krystal smirked at us and sent a wink before resting on her back, nudging her head against my forearm.

“If only it was that simple…” I muttered, my eyes going to the water once again. We remained silent, Joy and Krystal closed their eyes as Yeri offered some cocktail for me and Seulgi. She took one sip while I refused nicely, not really planning on drinking alcohol so early in the day.

Suddenly our attention was caught by loud laughs a few feet away from us, a bunch of girls standing in the water, which reached their ankles, making a circle around someone. We could hear a masculine voice talking over the loud giggles of the girls but couldn’t see the face as well.

“Oh look” Joy spoke up with a smirk, opening one eye as she turned towards the giggling girls, “We’ve got a heartthrob here”

“Careful, he might steal yours too” Krystal fired back with a teasing smirk, “Our little Sooyoungie falls easily for men”

“Shut up” Joy gasped and slapped Krystal’s thigh lightly, making her chuckle.

“You be careful too” She mouthed to me, making me roll my eyes at her. Krystal, Seulgi and Yeri have boyfriends, Krystal’s relationship is the longest out of the three. Joy is usually going on blind dates when bored or hanging around clubs, looking for the one. While me, I’m alone but hopeful I’ll meet the one soon. I’ve been single for too long now.

My eyes went back to the girls as they made way for someone, the guy’s back was turned to us. Surprisingly, his skin was rather fair and his hair a very light pink almost blonde, around medium length. His shoulders were wide and back rather muscular, but not too much. I was about to look away when he turned around making my breath catch in my throat.

His body was lean, abs not too visible but chest well defined. His neck was long, two necklaces decorating it. A rose tattoo running up on the left side of his neck, the root starting from the middle of his collar bone. His hair was parted in the middle, falling into his big eyes and head thrown back as he laughed about something, his teeth showing. His face looked angelic and he had a soft air around him, something lovely.

“Damn” Yeri whispered beside me while failing to get the straw in her mouth.

“That’s one handsome man” Krystal muttered with a huff, Seulgi agreeing quickly. “Are you not supposed to look at other men?” Joy spoke up, raising into a sitting position, hands on her hips.

“As long as we enjoy only with our eyes we aren’t committing a crime” Yeri said with a shrug, finally getting the straw in her mouth.

“He’s not bad” Joy muttered, turning back towards the guy, “He’s from ours too”

“What?” Seulgi asked confused, eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Joy. I couldn’t help but stare at the man while the girls debated over him, my heart skipping a beat. What was that? Come on Y/N, you can’t fall for a stranger in a foreign country.

“I mean...he’s Korean too” Joy explained, Seulgi blinked at her for a while before nodding finally.

“Someone’s hooked” Joy teased, her eyes on me as I realized the girls were staring at me.

“What!” I exclaimed too loudly, making the girls burst out laughing.

“Little Y/N has a crush now” Krystal nudged my shoulder and I scoffed as I remained silent.

“She’s not denying it” Yeri said with a smirk and I threw a glare at her.

“He looks alright” I muttered, pushing my hair behind my ears.

“Is that why you are drooling after him?” Seulgi started giggling until I nudged her side and threw her a small glare.

“You are lucky, at least you have chances of seeing him once we return back to Korea” Joy said, raising her cocktail to take a sip before she layed back on Seulgi’s stomach.

“Shut up, all of you” I groaned, but my eyes went back to the handsome boy again. He happened to look our way and our eyes locked for a second before I huffed and lowered myself, laying on my back fully. The girls won’t let me live now.

Mornings were chaotic. There’s nothing else I can add to this. We had two bathrooms and we are five girls. Do the maths, it’s simple, chaos! Joy and Yeri spend too much time in the bathroom, Seulgi always ends up being the last one and Krystal and I have to hurry up to make room for Seulgi as well. It wouldn’t have been a problem, but breakfast was until ten o’clock. And we usually woke up around nine, so yes, it was chaos when we had to head for breakfast. And it wasn’t a surprise today either that we spent forty minutes getting ready, having to rush to breakfast.

“Come on!” Krystal screamed at the top of her lungs after Joy and Yeri, who’s voices were raised as well, “I’m not going to wait for you two for even a second longer!”

“We are coming, shut up!” Yeri hollered back, strolling casually up to us. I gave her a glare while Seulgi sighed with a tight smile.

“Thanks, mom” Joy muttered with a smirk as Krystal slammed the door closed after holding it for Joy.

“Shut up” Krystal snapped with a little glare, making Joy chuckle victoriously before she put on her sunglasses. I leaned against the wall, waiting for Krystal to lock the door and for Yeri to properly put on her high heels while Seulgi played with my hair.

“Can’t you hurry up?” Joy snapped when Krystal missed the lock for the second time, the key being the wrong one.

“You don’t get to say that, Miss Princess” Krystal huffed, finding the right key, “You and Yeri spend two hours in the freaking bathrooms and Seulgi, Y/N and I have to get ready in five minutes”

“Well you should hurry up then and go in before us” Joy said with a shrug, earning a groan from Krystal.

“If we do that you’ll whine for the whole day” Seulgi said with a sweet smile making Joy roll her eyes.

“How about we take a deep breath and calm down, huh? We still have time to go and eat” I tried to ease the tension and Yeri nodded happily, never truly bothered by what was happening around her.

“Tomorrow morning I’ll stay as much as you two together stay in the bathrooms” Krystal said with a glare, putting the keys away.

“You’ll have to wake up at eight for that” Joy stuck her tongue out, making all of us groan. We were definitely loud so hopefully we didn’t bother our neighbours too much. There was suddenly a click beside me and the door opened, our neighbour about to reveal themselves. The girls turned curiously, eyes big as they watched the boy step out. Maybe I was the first to recognize him, as I was standing closest to him, but there was a sudden giggle coming from Seulgi. The guy’s eyes fell on me, watching me until he locked his door and I felt a blush creeping up from my neck to my cheeks, the boy being the one from the beach.

“Well, good morning ladies” He said with a soft voice, a dashing smile adorning his lips, his teeth showing.

“Good morning, neighbour” Joy spoke up, her voice confident like always.

“It’s good to finally meet you, the landlady has told us many things about you” Krystal continued with a chuckle, making the boy’s smile widden.

“Ah, yes, she’s really lovely” He nodded, glancing at me as I remained leaning against the wall with pink cheeks from embarrassment. Is this really the time to find a crush? I don’t even know the guy!

“Well, if you don’t mind...I was about to head to breakfast” He said with a small bow of his head, about to head past when Seulgi jumped up.

“Oh! Us too!” She said happily, a friendly smile on her lips, “We could go together?”

“Of course, why not” The guy chuckled and extended his hand as a sign for us to lead the way. Joy took the initiative and walked with Yeri beside her, whispering to each other and throwing us glances from time to time.

“When did you arrive?” The boy asked curiously, looking at me. Before I could find my voice, Krystal answered for me.

“Four days ago, we haven’t seen you around though”

“Ah yes, I usually wake up early…” He scratched the back of his head, “I stayed at the party longer than usually last night...couldn’t wake up earlier today”

“There was a party?” Joy exclaimed, mouth agape.

“Don’t worry, there’ll be one again in three days” He reassured her with his charming smile.

“Oh, thank God, I can’t miss that one too” She huffed, pushing her sunglasses up her nose while shaking her head.

“I assume you’ll be staying for a long time?” He looked once again at me but Seulgi was faster to answer.

“One more week, it’s a well deserved vacation” She said proudly, the girls and I nodded.

“Oh, we’ll be leaving at the same time then, summer is ending here too...I have to go home” The boy said quietly, sadness coating his voice.

We arrived to the hall where the breakfast was served and the guy was quick to ditch us. He obviously excused himself politely before going off to a table.

“What a nice guy” Yeri chuckled, her cheeks pink.

“Yeah, and you have a boyfriend” I muttered, placing some food on my plate.

“Oh, come on Y/N!” She chuckled, nudging my shoulder with hers, “You don’t have to be jealous, he’s all yours…”

“Don’t speak nonsense” I muttered with a roll of my eyes before going to our table. Krystal and Joy were eating already while Seulgi was nice enough and waited for us.

“Hurry up, I’m hungry!” She huffed, picking up her fork.

“Eat then” Yeri muttered with a scoff, digging into her food. I hummed, starting to eat my food while my eyes traveled around the room. A few people were around now, most having eaten earlier. We would have done that too probably if the girls wouldn’t have stayed for so long in the bathrooms. It was quiet at our table, for once, as we ate, all of us hungry. My eyes found the soft and lovely boy at a table on the other side of the room, carefully eating while nodding quickly at what the girl sitting opposite him was telling him. My eyes took in her appearance, tan skin and beautiful dark brown long and curly hair. Her eyes were a very light blue and she had nice, red lips. She looked stunning and I felt suddenly jealous. Yeah, even if I knew the guy, he probably wouldn’t have went for someone like me. I mean, look at that girl he’s speaking to! She’s freaking Aphrodite!

“Try not to kill that poor girl with your eyes” Joy said quietly, a little laugh leaving her lips.

“What?” I asked alarmed, finally taking my eyes off the pair.

“You looked like you were about to stand up and drag the girl out by her hair” Krystal said with an amused tone, pushing around her salad.

“I was not!” I said offended, focusing on my breakfast.

“Yeah, you were…” Yeri trailed off when I threw her a warning glare.

“Well, you’d definitely be able to pull on her hair though” Joy said with a thoughtful look and I groaned loudly.

“Leave me alone” I muttered, looking at Seulgi who stayed quiet, “Why can’t you be like Seulgi and shut up for once?”

“Oh, my mouth was full that’s why I said nothing” She said innocently, making the girls laugh while I slumped down in my chair disappointed. Save me right now!

The rest of the day was spent well. The girls and I went on a boat trip, visited different little islands that were part of Greece. We also learned various things, Seulgi being the one that made sure to note down every little information. It was indeed a tiring day, therefore I decided to take a peaceful walk on the beach before we’d head out for dinner to the restaurant we had put our eyes on.

The sun was slowly setting, illuminating the sky and water, wrapping it into a pinkish-blue color. It was a beautiful sight and I couldn’t help but smile as I enjoyed the feeling of my feet sinking into the chill sand. Too immersed in enjoying the beauty of nature, I didn’t hear the boy sneaking up behind me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice was quiet and calming but it still made me jump. I turned around quickly, placing a hand against my quickly beating heart.

“You scared me!” I exclaimed, watching the handsome neighbour.

“Sorry, that was not my intention” He chuckled, his teeth showing as he offered me a wide smile. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, his collarbones on display and I looked away before someone could call it staring.

“I know, it’s alright” I returned the smile, the handsome boy falling in step with me. We took off and slowly started to walk down the beach.

“Where did you leave your girlfriends?” He asked, turning towards me as his arms were behind his back.

“Ah, they are resting...we had a rather tiring day today” I chuckled, watching him grow amused.

“Why are you not resting?” He asked curiously, a hint of tease in his voice.

“This is me resting” I gesticulated around me, to the water, the sand and myself, “Nothing is more calming than taking a walk on the beach while the sun is setting”

“I can agree on that one” He chuckled, raising one eyebrow, “I never introduced myself, right?”

“Right” I muttered, cheeks flushing.

“My name is Yoon Jeonghan” He extended his hand and I took it, perhaps a little too eager, and firmly shook it.

“My name is Choi Y/N” Jeonghan smiled at me before letting go of my hand, but I didn’t miss how he gave it a final squeeze.

“I heard you spend your summers here...how come?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh” He hummed, ruffling his hair a bit, “I work here as a tour guide on boats, since these are my last two weeks I have them off, no work, just relax”

“Oh, that’s so cool!” I said excitedly, turning towards him, “You’ve visited many places, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, five years ago I worked in Italy but one time we went on a longer boat trip and came all the way here and I just fell in love with this place. Since then I only work here” Jeonghan explained and I smiled, finding the idea appealing. I would enjoy working in places like this for sure.

“I fell in love with this place from pictures but ever since we arrived...I know this is my favorite place on earth now” I said with a chuckle and Jeonghan nodded, taking a step closer. He had a mischievous grin on his lips and I smiled at him uncertainly.

“Have you ever been scuba diving?” He asked in a childlike voice and I almost burst out laughing.

“No”

“Would you like to go?”

“No” Jeonghan was taken aback by my direct answer and I couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t get me wrong...It’s not you, it’s just--I love water as long as my face stays above the surface…”

A pout formed on Jeonghan’s lips as he nodded in understanding. I offered him a small smile as silence embraced us, my eyes traveled to his neck. The rose tattoo looked even prettier from up close.

“You like it?” Jeonghan asked with an excited smile and I blushed.

“Yeah, it’s really pretty” I answered quietly as he touched his tattoo.

“You know...flowers are pretty and fragile, right?” He raised his eyebrows and I nodded wordlessly, “But a rose has thorns. Thorns that cut and bruise if not treated carefully...I feel like I’m that. Delicate and vulnerable but not without weapons that are deadly...every human is like that after all…”

I stopped walking, turned fully towards Jeonghan as I listened to his words, mesmerized. There was something about him so alluring and beautiful, I just couldn’t look away. And his voice was almost like a siren song, alluring but deadly.

“I tend to get deep sometimes, sorry…” He trailed off, for the first time a blush adorning his cheeks. He doesn’t seem like the type to blush, but I wouldn’t know that.

“It’s alright, I think it’s rather attractive...I mean…” I cleared my throat as Jeonghan laughed, “I prefer talking to a person who has morals and knows how to voice their thoughts and doesn’t speak rubbish”

“I’ve heard your friends sometimes--”

“Oh no, they always speak rubbish” I laughed as Jeonghan giggled, a sound too cute for me to be able to handle, “But they are my friends and I love them”

“Speaking of them...won’t they panic when they see you still aren’t back?” Jeonghan asked, an eyebrow raised as he turned around to walk us back.

“Yeah, they probably haven’t even noticed I left the apartment” I shrugged and Jeonghan snorted, looking at me amused.

“Yeah, my friends are special…” Jeonghan giggled again and I could swear my heart stopped for a second. It’s really not the time to fall for someone, Y/N.

I could hear the girls even from the water, from a big distance to the shore. I told them many times just because people didn’t understand us here they could shout at each other or randomly swear, but when did they listen to me? I swam slowly around in the warm water, enjoying the sun on my face and the water enveloping my body. I didn’t venture in too deep, but for swimming it the was the perfect depth. I asked the girls to come in with me but Seulgi and Joy are busy tanning while Krystal said she doesn’t want to wet herself yet and Yeri...well Yeri is sleeping after she drank too much cocktail, and it’s barely noon yet.

Something touched my leg underneath the water and I screamed as I started kicking, standing up from my swimming position. When I turned around, Jeonghan just came to the surface, a confused look on his face.

“I scared you again?” He asked, trying to keep his laughter in.

“It’s not funny!” I exclaimed, splashing water at him but he didn’t mind it as he started laughing loudly, head thrown back and his teeth showing. I couldn’t help it but laugh along while I splashed more water on him.

“Your friends ditched you again?” He asked, turning around as his eyes went to the shore.

“Everyone is busy doing something else” I muttered, shrugging as best as I could in the water.

“Cool” Jeonghan grinned mischievously, making me narrow my eyes at me, “Race me to those rocks! The loser gets a big splash once we dry up!”

“What--” Before I could refuse his proposal, Jeonghan already took off swimming, splashing water in my face. I whipped my eyes quickly and threw him a small glare, quickly starting to swim as well, hot on his pursuit. I pushed myself to swim faster, and being thankful to the rocks being not too far away as my physical condition isn’t the best.

I was out of breath by the time we reached the rocks, my hair all wet. And I planned on not wetting it today, I guess it’s too late now.

“I won” Jeonghan said while panting.

“You didn’t, we arrived at the same time!” I fired back, trying to catch my breath, my chest raising and falling quickly.

“I saw you though, I placed my hands faster on the rocks” Jeonghan shook his head and I suddenly burst out laughing, kicking him with my leg underneath the water, it’s not like it hurt.

“How could you see when your head was underwater? Just when I raised up from the water you did too, therefore we arrived at the same time” I reasoned with him making his eyebrows furrow.

“Alright then, I will let this off because it’s the first time...but next time, I’ll get you” He pointed a finger at me threateningly and I giggled, lightly splashing water on him.

“Anyways, since we are already here, wanna go up?” He offered with a smile and I looked up at the rocks confused.

“Go up?” I asked, looking back at him.

“Yeah, there’s a path leading up, the view is amazing” Jeonghan nodded and swam towards the shore as I followed him.

“See?” He pointed towards some rocks once the water reached our stomach. There were some rocks that looked like stairs and I nodded at him. A path leading up to the top.

“Let’s go up” He lead the way, glancing back at me while we climbed up the first few rocks, making sure I didn’t slip. I squealed when I almost stepped on a crab and Jeonghan looked back alarmed, laughing when he saw what caused my distress.

“Don’t laugh! That’s scary, I don’t want to go up anymore” I whined, eyebrows pulled up and my lips downturned. Jeonghan stopped walking and turned towards me.

“We are almost up, there won’t be crabs. We are still close to the water that’s why here was one” He raised an eyebrow at me as I stubbornly shook my head.

“Come on, it’ll be worth it, trust me” I refused to move but suddenly, Jeonghan extended his hand for me and I raised an eyebrow.

“Come on, a few more meters” He winked as I slowly placed my hand in his smooth hand, secretly enjoying its warmth. Jeonghan led the way while my eyes stayed on the ground, making sure I didn’t step on anything unwanted. Too immersed in watching my own steps I didn’t see when Jeonghan stopped finally walking and I ran into him.

“Sorry” I muttered embarrassed, pushing my wet hair behind my shoulders.

“We are up” He said with a grin, pulling us towards the edge. I gasped at the beautiful view, standing close to him, out of fear of falling. The sea was everywhere you looked, endless, blue water. The wind was stronger up here and it blew my wet hair in my eyes a few times, but I was too mesmerized by the view to care. The surface of the water shone and I couldn’t help but smile widely. Perhaps this is what I can call Paradise.

“Let’s jump down” Suddenly there was a tug on my hand and I squealed as I tightly held onto Jeonghan as he started laughing loudly, head thrown back and teeth showing, it’s rather cute when he does it.

“Are you out of your mind!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, Jeonghan’s laugh got louder as it was carried away by the wind, “We could have died!”

“We are still far from the edge, dummy” He flicked my forehead and I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t call me dummy, you dummy! If you want to die, do it alone and don’t drag me after you” I said with a pout, unaware of how close we were standing next to each other, heart beating frantically thanks to the scare Jeonghan just gave me.

“Come on, Y/N, I was just joking” Jeonghan cooed softly, tugging on my hand lightly this time, “I wouldn’t have actually made us jump”

“I don’t even know you…” I trailed off, suddenly looking at him. I was taken aback by our closeness but I couldn’t help but stare at his pretty eyes, his eyelashes long.

“You could be a criminal…” I trailed off playfully, only half serious. Jeonghan chuckled and leaned in, making my heartbeat quicken abruptly. I could feel my pulse in my neck and I swallowed, hoping he couldn’t see suddenly how flustered I was feeling.

“Perhaps I wanted you to see something beautiful before I kill you…” He played along, but the way his voice dropped a few octaves and eyes slightly darkened, made me feel some ways.

“Jeonghan!” I whined, pushing him away, careful not to be too aggressive as he was standing closer to the edge compared to me. He chuckled and ruffled his hair, making it worse as it was already messy from the wind.

“Let’s change that than”

“Change what?” I asked, eyes wider as I stared at him curiously. Jeonghan smiled cheekily before leaning once again closer.

“Let’s get to know each other, tonight I’ll see you at seven by the restaurant you stopped by last night”

“You stalked us?” I gasped, taking a step back.

“No, I just happened to be there” Jeonghan shrugged, going around me and towards the path.

“Don’t tell me you work as a waiter there in your free time…” I trailed off, sending a little glare I knew he couldn’t see.

“Anything that attracts the ladies” His voice was teasing and I groaned as I followed him down the path to go back to the water.

Did I already tell you how annoying my amazing friends could be? Krystal and Yeri didn’t stop nagging me until I told them where I disappeared to while swimming, which apparently was almost for two hours. After going back into the water, Jeonghan and I swimmed around, both too comfortable with the other to go back to our friends. And then when the girls saw me getting all dressed up, as I didn’t tell them on purpose earlier, Joy and Seulgi would follow me around asking me where I was going and who I was going with. I almost got away with it, until realization hit Seulgi.

“I know!” She screamed, my face pulling into a grimace as I was pulling on my sandals. The rest of the girls had their eyes on us, eyeing Seulgi intensely.

“She’s meeting up with Jeonghan!” I groaned as the girls squealed, circling Seulgi as I proceeded to put on my white hat.

“Is it true?” Krystal asked excitedly, making me look at them.

“Yes and shut up!--” Before I could even continue, the girls were squealing and shouting how I would get some tonight and that they will pretend they are deaf if I end up in Jeonghan’s room and how they will go out for the whole night if necessary. I wanted to facepalm hard but instead resumed at waving at them and leaving the apartment with an enormous eye roll.

The evening was pleasant with Jeonghan and it was going smoothly, just as I was expecting it to go. We had dinner at a smaller restaurant by the port, the food being so much better here than at that expensive restaurant the girls and I visited. Jeonghan said that the chefs here are three elderly ladies who’ve been cooking for their whole lives and how much locals love their food. Indeed, their food was the tastiest I have eaten here in Greece. I will make sure to visit it with the girls before leaving.

We were walking down the narrow streets of the shore city, laughing and chatting about whatever came to our minds. I found out Jeonghan and I were born in different places, Jeonghan was born in Kangbuk-ku and I was born in Anyang. And right now both of us live in Seoul, exception being when Jeonghan is in Greece for the summer and I go to Busan for the spring season. His parents were against his job at first, wanting him to have a serious place to work at, but once they saw that he was truly enjoying what he was doing they left him alone.

The streets of the city were quite full and Jeonghan and I had to stick close to each other in order to not get separated. But growing tired of getting showed from every direction, Jeonghan took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. My heart quickened and my cheeks blushed and I would lie if I said my smile didn’t widen because of it. But Jeonghan seemed to smile brighter as well as we walked down the street, passing by a souvenir shop.

“Oh, look!” I exclaimed, pointing towards it.

“You want to go inside?” He asked with a smile, leading me towards it once I nodded.

“I’ve been here for almost a week and still haven’t bought any souvenir” I said with a chuckle, opening the door and walking in with Jeonghan close behind me. He greeted the man at the cash register in Greek while I smiled at him and looked around. It had everything a souvenir shop has. Many jewelry, different T-shirts, some gadgets, lots of clothing and fridge stickers. I went to the stickers, separating from Jeonghan as he went in the other direction, towards the jewelry. I picked out a sticker with a sailing boat with Greek dishes on it and walked around the shop, looking for something that caught my eyes. And I found a shell necklace, the shells were a soft pink color reminding me of Jeonghan’s hair. I picked it up with a smile and walked up to the counter. As I was paying for them, Jeonghan sneaked up behind me and didn’t fail to scare me.

“Again?” I threw him a small glare but he only chuckled as he payed for something he bought. I tried to look, but he’d turn around and shield it from my eyes, saying that I couldn’t see it just yet. We left the shop, wishing the owner a good night, before our hands intertwined and we strolled down the, now, emptier street towards our apartments.

“What did you buy?” I asked curiously, peeking towards Jeonghan’s pocket.

“I can’t tell you yet” Jeonghan said with a dramatic sigh, making me pout.

“Why not? Is it for your girlfriend?” I questioned, feeling a little jealous. Maybe he invited me out because he is so nice and wants to be my friend...and I keep on thinking this is an official date, as in, he’s interested in me.

“Which girl do you think is my girlfriend?” Jeonghan asked while he looked at me with his eyebrows raised. So he does have a girlfriend…

“That beautiful girl, with dark curly hair and blue eyes” I muttered, looking away from him to hide my disappointment. But Jeonghan only laughed as he squeezed my hand.

“Karina? She’s my best friend, actually. And she has a husband”

“Really?” I turned towards Jeonghan perhaps too quickly and too excited as he chuckled and nodded.

“You should meet her, she’s very nice” Jeonghan hummed and I nodded, growing embarrassed.

“Yeah, totally” I muttered. Jeonghan chuckled and pulled me towards an illuminated stand.

“Hi!” The man greeted us with a bright smile, “You’d like to take some photos?”

“Yes, three sets, please” Jeonghan answered back the man and before I could understand what was happening, I was pulled by Jeonghan inside a photo cabin.

“What are we doing?” I asked confused, watching him as he pulled the curtain.

“Taking pictures, of course” He chuckled and turned me around, pointing at the camera.

“You ready?” The man asked from outside and Jeonghan shouted back a ‘yeah’ before the camera was on.

“Smile!” Jeonghan singsonged as my eyebrows furrowed. The flash went off and a picture appeared on the corner of the screen. Jeonghan was smiling widely but I was frowning and looking as confused as I felt. I quickly smiled when I saw that the camera was taking another photo and I squealed when Jeonghan pulled me into a side hug for the third photo, but didn’t manage to keep in my laugh. The photos looked funny but cute at the same time.

After Jeonghan payed for them, since he wouldn’t let me pay my part as well, we took off once again towards our apartments. We were really close by now, we’d have to turn a corner and we’ll be there.

“This was pleasant” Jeonghan spoke up with a smile while looking up at the starry night, “This whole evening”

“I had a great time too” I muttered quietly, feeling a little shy.

“Well then...our first date was a success” He said with a lopsided smirk and I huffed, my cheeks reddening.

“Yeah…date…” I trailed off, pushing my hair behind my shoulders with my free hand.

“Yeah, date” Jeonghan chorused and I threw him an amused smile.

“I could say goodbye after we go inside…” Jeonghan trailed off as we stopped in front of the white building, “But I feel like it’s more pleasant here, where we can hear the sea and see the sea”

“True” I hummed, smiling at him cutely.

“I can finally tell you what I bought…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. I raised my eyebrows as I leaned closer to get a better view. It was a thin, silver necklace with a small red rose as a pendant.

“Oh, it’s really beautiful!” I said, looking back up at Jeonghan.

“You like it?” He asked with a grin and I nodded quickly, “What a relief”

“Why?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing.

“Because it’s for you” He smiled and leaned closer, clasping the necklace around my neck.

“But, I--I can’t take it--Jeonghan--”

“Yes, you can” He chuckled and rested a hand on my shoulder, “It’s a little present. To remind you of Greece and the beautiful places you saw here and...of me, I guess”

“Why does this sound like you don’t want to see me ever again after tonight?” I asked teasingly and Jeonghan giggled.

“I’m sorry if it sounded like that, but that’s really not my intention” He muttered quietly and I bit my lip to try and stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.

“Good” Jeonghan smirked as I looked up in his eyes, “Because I do want to see you after tonight”

He leaned in and my heartbeat quickened as I thought he’d go for my mouth, but his pretty red lips made contact with my cheek. His lips were soft and warm and I gulped as they lingered against my skin. When he took a step back I offered Jeonghan a small, shy smile but he suddenly started giggling. Did I look funny?

“I think they are disappointed” He muttered, trying to keep in his laughter.

“They?” I asked confused but Jeonghan pointed a finger behind me. My eyebrows furrowed as I turned around, I wish I didn’t though. The girls were standing in the window, curtains withdrawn and all eyes big but eyebrows furrowed.

I groaned loudly as the girls sent us sheepish smiles, but they still didn’t retreat from the window.

“I’ll lock them outside tonight” I muttered as I turned back towards Jeonghan.

“Or you could come by my place…” Jeonghan said with a casual shrug and I laughed nervously.

“Yes, go! Go you, idiot!” Suddenly I heard a voice shout from behind me, being Yeri without a mistake, and I huffed loudly.

“I’m afraid I have some scolding to do tonight, Jeonghan” I smiled up at him, ignoring the giggles of the girls, “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Sweet dreams, angel” I chuckled embarrassedly as the girls squealed from behind the opened window and I turned around quickly.

“You are dead!” I mouthed at them as I speed walked inside the building, Jeonghan’s laugh following after me as I fished out my keys.

The girls are sleeping on the beach tonight. I hope it rains.

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Smoke and Mirrors pt 5

a/n: Y/N meets the guys

warnings: uhhh, fever symptoms, things get a lil steamy at the end

After the day you’d had, you fell asleep long before your usual bedtime, and well into the next morning. It was Sunday, so it’s not like anything mattered. Noodles was tucked under your arm and San had his arm thrown over your waist. You didn’t remember going to bed, but you probably passed out from emotional distress sometime last night between crying and kissing the man in your bed. You zoned out tracing the stylistic tattoo wrapped over San’s shoulder. It looked familiar, but you couldn’t quite place why. It was blurry in your eyesight and San shifted, humming in your ear.

“Y/N? Are you awake?”

You hummed an affirmative noise, which bothered Noodles, him meowing and hopping off the bed.

“How are you feeling today? You wanna tell me about what happened?” San asked, propping his head up on his palm.

He looked down at your, shadowy and muted in the cloudy light coming in from your window. His hand cupped around your waist, his thumb rubbing small slow circles into your skin.

“Jacob is dead.” you said plainly.

San’s eyebrows knit, leaning closer.

“The guy you went to dinner with earlier?” San asked for clarification.

“Yeah, we weren’t super close or anything, but we were friends at work, ya know? Kinda the only person in the whole office that wasn’t a total dick to me.” you explained, watching the ceiling fan go in circles.

“Your friend? You weren’t dating?” he asked.

You chuckled shaking your head.

“Nah, just friends. I think Jacob might have a had abit of a crush on me, but there wasn’t anything going on.” you confirmed.

San swallowed audibly, and sat up abruptly. He ran his hands through his hair like he was stressed out. You furrowed your eyebrows and sat up with him. It was your friend that died, so why was he so torn up. Suddenly, he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up completely in a hug.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” he started, and you patted him on the back awkwardly.

“It's not your fault San. But thank you anyway. Thank you for taking care of me yesterday too.” you said, pulling back.

San smiled awkwardly, it not quite reaching his eyes.

“Of course, anything for you.” he says.

“Is it weird to ask you to leave? I want to be alone for a little while.” you asked and San nodded vigorously.

“Whatever you need. Call me if you need anything, I’ll always answer.” San said, and pecked you on the forehead before slipping out of bed.

You heard him say goodbye to Noodles and the front door shut and lock before you flopped back down on your bed. You spent a few more hours vegging out in bed before you finally dragged yourself out of bed. You cleaned the apartment in a daze and then put on some mindless TV with Noodles on your lap.

You took a shower and went to bed on time. You thought about taking time off from work, but who knows when Jacob’s funeral was going to be and it would dredge up the same emotions all over again. So you packed up all your sadness and angst and packed it away to deal with when the day came.

The next day you got dressed, fed Noodles, and San drove you to work. The bodyguards weren’t in the car, and you didn’t comment on it. The air in the car was stale and neither of you made the effort to make conversation. You had a bit of a sore throat and your back hurt. You were dozing off in the passenger seat and didn't even realize until San was shaking you awake at the office.

“Y/N, maybe you should take the day off…” he tried but you shook your head.

“I’ll be fine.” you brushed him off climbing out of the car.

For most of the day you were fine. You weren’t particularly sad or anything, just tired. You could look at some numbers, you didn’t need to waste your vacation time on this. Or so you thought.

The numbers on the ledgers kept swimming in front of your face and nothing was making sense. You tried to take your notes to the best of your ability, but nothing was making sense. You laid your head down against the table, closing your eyes and breathing hard. Colors flashed behind your eyelids and you felt light-headed. What the hell was going on?

You decided to take a quick breather with your head lying against the cool material of the desk, but it warmed up quickly, and somehow you got the idea in your head to lie on floor. When you stood up, you automatically became faint, your knees buckling and bringing you to the floor. You yelped and knocked down a few binders on the way down.

The noise of the heavy binders hitting the floor alerted Keran, and she came to check on you.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” she asked, helped you back into your chair. You caught sight of her tattoo again.

“You and San have similar tattoos.” you mumbled.

“Here, put your head between your knees, I’ll get San. And a glass of water.” she said, making sure you were stable before leaving.

San came rushing into the room a moment later, kneeling in front of you and taking your face in his hands. He brushed your hair from your face, trying to catch your eyes.

“Y/N? Can you hear me?”

You hummed an affirmative, nodding your head almost made you tip over.

“Here, boss.” Keran returned, handing San a paper cup of water for you. He held the drink up to your lips and you drank it quickly.

“Did you eat yesterday?” he asked and you nodded gently.

“Does your head hurt? What’s wrong?” San asked.

He sounded calm but was actually freaking out.

“My back hurts, and my throat is kind of sore. It’s hot.” you mumbled.

San realized that you were sweating profusely, but you still had your coat on. He quickly stripped it from you, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. Then he cupped your neck with both hands, feeling your temperature.

“You’re burning up baby…” he said worried.

You were too out of it to react to him calling you baby, squinting at him as your eyesight blurred suddenly.

“Why’d you take my coat, s’cold now.” you muttered, swaying in your seat.

“Probably a bad fever, you should take them to the hospital.” Keran said, and it sounded like she was speaking underwater.

“Tell the guys to get the car.” San ordered, and scooped you up in his arms bridal style.

The change in position made you dizzy and you squeezed your eyes closed to fight off the nausea.

“You’re strong…” you commented out loud.

San chuckled, carrying you out to the parking lot. He buckled you into the back seat and called his doctor while the guards drove you to the hospital.

The next 72 hours passed in a general haze of colors, sounds, and smells. You recalled San feeding you some kind of soup, stumbling into the wall on your way to the bathroom, and lots and lots of Powerade.

“This is what you get for sitting out in the rain for 20 minutes like a goose.” San reprimanded, but you just sneezed on him in retaliation.

“That was on fucking purpose wasn’t it? Don’t pretend to be fever crazy now, you’re disgusting.” he whined, but you just rolled over and hid under the covers.

On the third day, you were more sane, and Jacob’s funeral was happening in the morning. You were still too sick to attend the service, and you would have felt out of place with Jacob’s family and close friends there anyway. San was nice enough to help you get dressed and drive you out so you could at least leave some flowers on his grave and say your goodbyes. He even brought a bouquet himself to put on Jacob’s grave. Purple hyacinths. After that you’d come back home exhausted from just that short trip outside and passed out.

When you were finally feeling well enough to go back to work on the fourth day, San hit you with some interesting news.

“I think you should meet the guys.” he says.

You look at him eyes wide in shock.

“Who? You mean your friends?” you asked.

“Yeah, is that weird?” he laughed it off, but rather awkwardly.

“I mean, a little. Why does it sound like I’m meeting your parents or something?” you chuckled to diffuse the tension but San just looked nervous.

“I mean, I know we can’t really do anything officially until you’re done with your investigation, but I thought maybe… maybe we had something going on between us but if I read that wrong-”, you cut him off before he could ramble any longer.

“No, you read it right. But yeah, we need to keep it professional until I finish this case.” you say.

“So, we can say it’s about the investigation if anyone asks. I just really want you to meet them without you being all nervous and jumpy. I have a lunch meeting with them on Friday if you want to tag along.” ho offers.

That sounds… nice. It’s probably a good idea to meet them in a setting that doesn’t absolutely terrify you. So you agree. If you were to pinpoint the exact moment your relationship with Choi San changed, this would be the moment. From then on, your relationship with San was purely unprofessional.

It was also another fatal mistake. You never should have met San’s other friends, letting the eight of them lull you into a false sense of security.

Friday came and you were nervous. Despite San’s assurances that they were really nice guys and that they’d love you, your mental images of his friends were still very dark, serious and scary. And just like when you first met San, they proved you completely wrong.

For one, Kim Hongjoong didn’t look like a hardened mafia boss. He looked like the type of person you would see backstage at a fashion show, running the event. He was dressed eclectically, and you noticed some similarities to San’s style. The faux fur coat gave him a large silhouette considering he was a short man. His fingers were all covered in large rings, his top was silk, and your were sure his pants were so tight, if he had a quarter in his pocket you’d be able to tell if it was heads or tails.

“You can blame San’s fashion literacy on me. He’s like a Barbie doll, he’ll wear whatever I throw at him.” Hongjoong said with a bright smile. Ah, so that explained it.

Park Seonghwa was a bit more striking, wearing all black and looking ab it like an angry storm cloud.

“It’s nice to meet you Y/N.” he said, shaking your hand.

“Don’t be so intimidated, Seonghwa’s a real softy, he just looks like that because he’s an Aries.” San whispered, and San whacked him on the shoulder.

“Shut up Sannie.” Seonghwa scolded and you looked at San with mirth in your eyes.

“Sannie?”

“He’s just being stupid. Here, talk to Mingi.” he said, pushing you towards the giant as he got into a spat with Seonghwa.

You looked at Mingi awkward without San’s hand resting comfortably at the small of your back.

“Hi, I’m Song Mingi, it’s nice to meet you.” he said, breaking into a bright smile.

You automatically relaxed. Despite the fact that Mingi was dressed like he’d just stepped out of the Matrix, he was a huge softie. His business partner Yunho appeared, and they kind of looked like complete opposites, with Yunho dressed in a fluffy sweater and Mingi decked out in leather.

San came back after you met Yunho, steering you to meet Yeosang. San had said he was kind of shy, which you could tell by the way he kept hiding behind his drink. He definitely didn’t look like the owner of multiple charities and jewelry companies. He looked like a fairy that wanted very much to be at home right now.

Then it was Jongho. He was dressed like a stereotypical athlete, joggers and a hoodie, even in such a nice restaurant. You were sure they had a dress code, but maybe if you coached three Olympic martial arts teams, you got a free pass to wear slides instead of real shoes. Honestly, Jongho was the most intimidating, but that was mainly because you’d seen him pick up a table and threaten Yunho not ten minutes prior to meeting him. He laughed when you stuttered out your introduction.

“Oh, I promise, I’m not the one you should be afraid of.” he says with a wink, sliding way before San can hit him.

“What was that about?” you ask but San just chuckles.

“He’s just joking. Come on I saved the best for last.” he says, leading you around the table.

The last one you meet is Wooyoung, San’s best friend. He smiles lopsidely when you approach, sweeping down into a bow and kissing the back of your palm.

“So you’re San’s latest obsession….. I can tell why he’s infatuated with you.” Wooyoung joked and San rolled his eyes.

“Quit playing around dude.”

Wooyoung laugh, his face breaking out into a full smile. He hugs San, and when his shirt rides up you catch a glimpse of an intricate black tattoo on his side. Maybe he and San have matching tattoos?

Lunch goes smoothly, with the boys teasing each other about inside jokes San explains into your ear. That being said, you’re not left out of the conversation at all. San has apparently been telling his friends a lot about you, and they have a lot of questions. You try to answer them all to the best of your ability but you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed. San must do or say something that tips them off, because they start toning it down.

Hongjoong is the only one to ask about the investigation, jokingly asking if you think they’re really triad members. You laugh along, saying that Jongho seems a little sketchy. It must be the right answer, because it earns you a round of laughter from the table.

After the meal while San is fetching your coats, Yeosang approaches you. You’re suprised, considering how quiet he is.

“Be careful with San. He can be pretty…. One-track minded when it comes to relationships.” Yeosang says.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

Yeosang shrugs, seeing San approaching you.

“He gets attached easily and quickly. Go slowly with him, or before you know it you’ll be moving way too fast.” he says, and walks away before San steps up behind you.

“Oh, Yeosang said something to you. Was he nice?” San asked, helping you into your coat.

“Uh, I guess?”

San smiled and booped your nose with his finger.

“Let’s get you home, hmm?”

Get you home turns into coming u for a coffee, which turns into watching Netflix which turns into making out on your couch, which turns into making out in your bed, which turns into tearing each other’s clothes off and pressing hot kisses into each other’s mouths, and sucking dark red marks on San’s neck as his fingers leave bruises on your hips. You gasp against San’s mouth and he groans in the prettiest way when you grind your knee up against the bulge in his slacks.

“Slow down, you don’t want to start something you can’t finish babe.” San hums.

The other night when you asked San to distract you, you’d stopped at heavy petting keeping it above the belt and PG-13. Tonight, there were no such boundaries and San seemed intent on making one thing very clear: you belonged to him.

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Young, Stupid, Broke And Ridiculously Happy

Prompt: “When I picture myself happy… it’s with you.”

Tony sighed for the umpteenth time in the last fifteen minutes and looked down at his watch again. 17:48. A minute had passed since the last time he looked at it. He sighed again and took a sip of his coffee. It was his third cup of coffee and the barista had looked at him a little funny when he had come back for the third time for another one, but Tony just couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d been waiting for hours now and the coffee help his worry, if only a little.

The waiting had already been unbearable ever since Steve had left for 10 months; he had to make it worse by being late? And it wouldn’t be so bad if he was only a few minutes late, like ten minutes or so, and that was including the time it took to get off the plane, get through the arrival terminal and getting his bags. But he was almost thirty-seven minutes late by now and Tony was really getting antsier by the minute.

Sigh and groan.

Another sip of coffee.

Tony had always been told he needed to work on his patience, but considering Tony had been waiting for 10 months for this day to come, dragging it out like this felt really unnecessary, not to mention unbearable. And maybe it was the caffeine or his own inability to stay still for more than a few seconds at a time or a combination of the two, but he was practically vibrating in place and had to fight against himself so wouldn’t start jumping around or run back and forth between here and the gate or something else that would make him like stupid.

Steve had promised that this would be the last time. “One last tour, Tony. One last tour and then I’m here to stay. I promise, just give me these last 10 months and then I’m all yours. I’ll leave the army forever and we’ll build a life and home together. I give you my word.”

Tony had of course not liked this. How could he? Another ten months of his boyfriend putting himself in danger and possibly dying in some morgue in Syria, yeah wasn’t that the dream of every young man in the world? But of course he’d eventually been forced to accept it all and had driven Steve to the airport a few weeks later, followed him to the security check and hugged and kissed him goodbye. It had taken all of Tony’s strength not to break down into a sobbing mess on the floor when Steve had placed his dog tags around Tony’s neck, like he always did before leaving for a tour, and had given him one last kiss before leaving and disappearing into the crowd, leaving Tony to drive home to an empty apartment.

The first few days had been torture and had spent a lot of time in bed, on the couch watching TV or sleeping through his classes at MIT. But eventually he’d been forced to get off his ass and get his life back on track. He went to his classes, got his second PhD at MIT and started to work on getting a third one while also working his part-time job as a car mechanic. He hung out with his friends one occasion, as they graduated all college and started to live their own busy adult lives. He hung out with Rhodey and helped him pick out an engagement ring for Carol and eventually try to propose (she totally beat him to it!), he, Clint, Rhodey, Sam and Thor had their Guys’ Night once a week, either getting drinks at a bar or went bowling or whatever and he bonded with Natasha over having your boyfriend overseas while they were stuck at home not knowing what was happening to their significant other. Though Tony couldn’t help but feel jealous of her, since Bucky was still home had already left the army on account of his amputated arm from his last tour.

The months did pass, if slowly, and he did receive letters from Steve- he was old-fashioned like that- telling him what was going on (as much as he could, anyway) and reassuring him that he was alright and everything was going well. He would tell him how much he loved and missed him, how he couldn’t wait to see him and would give little details or ideas for the future they wanted together.

‘We’d have to take simple jobs for while, obviously, but when we get enough money, we’ll move back to New York. Both of us are born and bred New Yorkers, we both love it there and we could have a really nice- though probably small- apartment in our city.’

‘Imagine a view over Central Park. Obviously that would be years away, even with the best of jobs to offer for kids like us. But a nice penthouse in with view like that, wouldn’t that be something?’

‘How would you feel about getting a dog? Or maybe a cat? I know we haven’t talked much about pets, but I have always wanted a dog, so how would you feel about it?’

‘I know I’ve said it like a thousand times, but God I really want to marry you someday. And I know we don’t have a lot of money right now, but once we do, I’d love to marry you. We’ll have a great wedding and we’ll invite all our friends and family and have a great time. But I really just want to spend the rest of my life with you.’

Tony smiled, just a tad dopily, in the middle of the busy, crowded airport just thinking about those letters with his hand tightly clenching the dog tags around his neck. Steve always had that effect on him, with all his sappiness and lovey-dovey words and promises. And for all of Tony’s big talk of how ridiculous and overly sappy he was and how he needed to stop being so sappy, he really loved it. Maybe it was because of the lack of love his family had showed him over the course of his life, but Steve had always found ways to get through Tony’s tough exterior and the walls he surrounded his heart with, even back when they had first met in grade school and especially after they had started dating in high school.

He had dated other people before Steve, of course he had, but no one had been like Steve. Steve, who was loving, caring and kind and the sweetest and most amazing man on the planet. Steve, who was honest and sincere utterly devoted to Tony and making sure he was happy, either by making Tony coffee every morning before he went to class or making sure he ate and slept somewhat regularly. Steve, who told Tony he loved him every single day and kissed Tony good morning and good night.

Steve had been everything he ever wanted in a boyfriend and more; he was kind and caring, funny, witty and always seemed to be able to make Tony smile. He was one of the few people in the world that could out-stubborn him and wasn’t not afraid to call him on his bullshit or get into arguments- both light-hearted ones and more serious ones- with him and refuse to back down before Tony did or before one of them made a good enough point to prove that the other was wrong. He was also always there to ground Tony whenever he was getting lost in work or just needed to get his head out of his crazy ideas and reined him in when he was being reckless.

And while Steve had started out being skinny and shorter than Tony, he eventually hit a major growth spurt and shot past Tony and grew muscles in places Tony didn’t know had muscles, which not only made him very attractive (not that Tony hadn’t thought he was before, but c’mon, the guy had serious abs and muscles) but also developed a protective streak and would stand up to anyone who tried to hurt or bully Tony. Steve had always been an amazing friend, one of Tony’s best friends ever, but after having asked him out and eventually confessed his feelings, he had become the kind of boyfriend that only seemed to exist in those ‘Relationship Goals’ posts he saw on Instagram. But as sappy and lovey-dovey as Steve was, Tony had fallen head over heels in love with him and knew he never wanted to let go of him.

Howard had blown a gasket over Tony falling for the ‘broke, lowly nobody from Brooklyn’ he had met in grade school and that had been the point where he really wanted to disown Tony, which he eventually did once Tony went to college, moved into a small apartment with Steve and made it very clear he wasn’t going to do whatever Howard wanted him to do with his life, i.e. take over Stark Industries and make weapons like him. Tony, however, had never let that bother him too much. He was young and in love and who was Howard to tell him to live his life anyway? Steve was the best thing that had ever happened to him and Tony would be the biggest moron on this side of the universe if he ever let him go. Jarvis had told him on the day he had graduated college, after Steve had hugged him and kissed him and told him how proud he was of him, that “finding someone as loving, devoted and loyal this is a rare, once in a blue moon occurrence, especially at your age. Don’t waste it, Young sir.” And it was a piece of advice that he was very happy to follow, even three years later.

Tony smiled again, his eyes getting a little wet with emotion and still clutching those dog tags very tightly, when a voice broke through his thoughts, making his head jerk up and his breath got stuck in his throat.

“Tony!”

Finally.

Steve was coming in through the gates, running as fast as he could with all the people around him, more or less shoving people aside when he couldn’t run around them. He was looking around the airport, clearly looking for someone; his face was a mix of eager impatience and held back anticipation.

“Tony!”

Steve. Steve was here, alive and whole and all right.

He was finally home.

Tony was running before he even fully realized he was moving at all. He bumped into some guy, the half-full take-away cup of coffee flying out of his hand and onto the floor and he almost slipped in the puddle of coffee as he ran faster. He heard somewhere behind him someone yelling at him for making a mess, but he couldn’t care less, because Steve was home and he was here, only a few feet away from him and fuck it if Tony was gonna waste another second waiting any longer. He cried out “Steve!” but just that second there was an announcement over the loudspeakers, which kinda drowned out his voice.

Steve must’ve heard the yell however, or spotted Tony moving, because he finally turned in his direction and the smile that spread across his face threatened to split his face in two. He threw his bags down and started running too and before Tony’s brain could fully process it all, he threw his arms around Steve, wrapped his arms tightly around Steve’s neck and pressed his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and letting tears of relief and happiness fall, the weight that he had been carrying around for a whole year now finally lifting and disappearing.

“Steve.” He whispered into his boyfriend’s neck, only barely keeping his sobs at bay, though when he heard, and felt, that Steve was also struggling to hold back his own tears it felt a little easier to release them.

“Tony.” Steve whispered back into Tony’s hair, his grip around Tony tightening and Tony gasped a little when he was suddenly lifted of floor and spun around like a girl in a romantic movie. He tightened his grip around Steve as he was spun around, more out of instinct than anything else, but whatever. The closer he could be to Steve right now the better.

“You’re here. You’re home. Oh my god, Steve, I’ve missed you so much!” Tony could barely speak through the tears and sobs, but he managed to rein them in enough to be at least somewhat understood while still crying. Though, given how Steve was shaking about as much as Tony was at the moment, he probably couldn’t talk much more than Tony at the moment.

Steve drew a shaky breath and sniffled loudly before finally talking. “Yeah, I’m here now. I’m home, oh Tony, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” He gently put Tony back down on the ground but pressed him close up to his chest, burying his face in Tony’s hair.

Tony sniffed and nuzzled his face into Steve’s shirt, wiping tears and snot on the fabric and finding himself unable to care in the slightest. “I’m not letting you leave again. You’re not gonna go anywhere near that shit again, you’re gonna stay right here with me forever from now on, do you hear me? That’s not a suggestion, it’s an order Soldier.”

Steve huffed a wet laugh and pressed his cheek against Tony’s head, his arms tightening around him, so much that it kinda hurt and made it a little hard to breathe. But, again, whatever, Tony could take it. He and Steve hadn’t seen each other for a whole year; he would take it all the attention and love Steve had to give him.

“Well, I guess I have my orders, General Stark. And trust me, I have no intentions of ever letting you go, ever again. I thought I made that clear when we were still in high school.”

Tony chuckled and pressed a kiss on Steve’s throat before gently pulling away to get a better look of him. Steve tried to keep him close, gently trying to push him back into his chest, but Tony eventually managed to pull back enough to get a good look of his boyfriend.

Steve was dressed in his army uniform, sans the hat, his blonde hair was a shaggy and messy and he had grown a scruffy beard in the time he had been gone. He had no visible injuries, bruises or abrasions on his person and though he looked a bit skinner than he had been since Tony last saw him, he looked fairly alright considering the circumstances, aside from his eyes and face being wet and red with tears.

Tony smiled widely and raised his hands to Steve’s face, gently stroking the apples of his cheeks and tried to wipe away his tears- though that turned out to be rather futile as more tears just kept coming anyway- which made Steve’s smile widen back at him and put his own hands over Tony’s as he leaned into his touch, squeezing them tightly and pressing them to his face.

It almost looked like Steve was trying to convince himself that he was finally home and with his boyfriend again just as much as Tony was.

Tony chuckled softy, stood on his toes to kiss Steve’s nose and then buried his fingers in Steve’s beard. “Okay, some real talk here, babe, what the hell is this? Do they not let you shave in Syria? Or are we trying to be the next Robinson Crusoe?

Steve laughed softly and squeezed Tony’s wrists, blinking away the remaining tears from his eyes. “No, no, they do. I guess I’ve just been busy thinking about other stuff to bother with things like shaving.”

Tony smiled teasingly at him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

Steve smiled down at him with such adoration and unquestionable love that it made Tony’s stomach drop and his heart stutter and he almost teared up again. He gently let go of Tony’s wrists and reached out one hand towards Tony’s face, gently stroking his knuckles over his cheek and wiping a tear away with his thumb.

“Making it home to you.” He placed a kiss on Tony’s forehead. “I meant what I said before, you know. I’m here to stay, Tony, for as long as you’ll have me. You have to know that I adore you and I want to spend forever with you. I’m done leaving you behind for these missions, I promise. From today, I’m done. It’ll be just you and me from now on, if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I’ll have you. I love you more than anything in my life.” Tony wanted to say, but he couldn’t get the words out. His tongue was frozen in his mouth and he couldn’t get it to work for him.

Steve continued with a soft smile, but he also looked… well, kinda emotional. He let go of Tony’s face and took his hands, holding them tightly. “Tony, you know I mean it, right? I adore you, Tony. I love everything about you and don’t ever want us to be apart for this long ever again.”

He paused and looked down at the floor, suddenly looking smaller and not quite as confident as he usually did.

“I know my degree doesn’t count for much. There’s limited jobs for people with an Art’s Degree and I don’t have much as it is. I have absolutely nothing to offer you that is up to the standards that you are used to, but if you let me, I’ll do everything I can make sure to treat you to everything I can, especially after everything I’ve put you through with my tours and work in the army. Not to mention how your asshole father has treated you throughout your life. You deserve to be treated like a prince and I’ll dedicate my life to make sure you get everything you deserve.”

“Steve…” Tony’s mouth was suddenly dry as a dessert and he could barely move or talk, only stare up at his boyfriend.

Steve smiled and placed one hand over Tony’s cheek, stroking his thumb under Tony’s eye. “I mean it, sweetheart. You’ve had such a rough life and you’ve still turned out an amazing man. You’re smart, kind, brave, generous, funny and you’ve worked so hard to get where you are today and I’m so proud of you and to be your boyfriend. And I know we’re young and stupid and just a bit above broke, but I don’t care, I want you now and forever. I’ve thinking a lot of this and when I picture myself happy…” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on Tony’s mouth. “It’s with you.”

Tears were falling from Tony’s eyes by this point and he was just barely holding back his sobs and his smile was so big it physically hurt. He sniffed and tried to snark back at Steve but it didn’t come out quite as snarky as he had wanted and more like a sob.

“Man Rogers, you can’t keep giving me this much sap, you’ll give me cavities.” Not his best line, but it was the best he could deliver considering the circumstances.

Steve chuckled and pressed a kiss to Tony’s forehead. “Well, I’ll buy you a new toothbrush and toothpaste before we get home then. But before that, I have something I have to ask.” He squeezed the hand he was still holding before letting go and taking a small step back.

And then he got down on one knee.

Tony was vaguely aware of gasps of shock and anticipation from the crowd of people around them but he was stuck staring at Steve with wide eyes and his jaw hanging open, his hands flying up to cover his wide open mouth. Steve took out a small, black box from his pocket, popped it open and revealed a ring. It was fairly modest ring, nothing too extravagant or fancy, just simple golden band and a small diamond at the center.

It was the most beautiful ring Tony had ever seen.

Steve smiled widely up at him. “Tony Stark, you are the love of my life and I want you to be my partner in everything. Will you marry me?”

‘Oh my God.’ That was the only thing going through his mind at the moment. ‘He’s proposing. He’s actually fucking proposing to me!’

Tony hadn’t given marriage too much thought since before dating Steve, and even then it wasn’t until their relationship had started to become serious. But after having talked to Steve about it, after having read Steve’s letters and how much he loved him and that he really wanted to spend the rest of his earthly days with him.

And God, if it wasn’t everything Tony had ever wanted.

Tony was nodding with happy tears running down his face, saying “Yes, yes, yes!” over and over again before running up to Steve and throwing himself around his neck again. Steve wrapped his arms tightly around Tony before lifting him off his feet again and spinning him around. He heard cheers and applause around them, but paid them no heed; the only thing going through his head at the moment was ‘Oh My God, Steve Rogers just asked me to fucking marry him!’

Steve pressed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, arms tightly wrapped around his waist spinning him around for a good minute before putting Tony down on his feet again, though Tony still had his arms around Steve’s neck and Steve placed his hands on his hips. He had a big, blinding smile and tears in his eyes.

He chuckled disbelievingly. “21 years old, son of one of the biggest minds and business men of the last century and has enough brains and passion to revolutionize the world one day, and you’d settle for a broke, art graduate and soldier from Brooklyn? One day you’ll have the entire world at your feet, able to take your pick, and you still choose me.” He pressed his forehead to Tony’s. “You still want me.”

Tony tried to smirk, but it looked less cocky and confident and more wide and joyous and tearful. “Steve, babe, two things: First, this is not me ‘settling’ for you. I have dated several people before you and no one has ever been as good to me as you. Even Pepper, bless her heart, had a rocky time with all of my broken parts and ugly history. Sure, maybe ten years from now I will be successful and rich and have a big house and ten cars or whatever, but no one in the world could ever be better to me than you.”

Steve’s smile widened and a few more tears fell down his cheek and Tony raised his hands to his face, gently wiping them away. “And two, how long have we been friends? Fifteen years? You have always been the best friend I could ever ask for, even before you asked me on a date, or confessed you loved me. You’ve looked after me when I was in trouble; let me cry on your shoulder after fights with my dad or when a boyfriend or girlfriend turned out to be a bust. And you’ve always been there for me to rein me in when I get lost in work or school or when I’m just being stupid, when I’m being an asshole or when I just need to get my head out of my ass. You have always been there for me, even before I was a genius and dad tried to exploit it.”

Tony smiled and had to clear his throat so his sobs wouldn’t make his voice crack. He stroked one hand over Steve’s bearded cheek. “So what kind of idiot would I be to let go of the best thing that ever happened to me?”

Steve’s eyes were overfilled with tears at this point and Tony pressed a kiss on his nose, leaning in close to his ear. “Now, let’s go home. We’ll pick up pizza on the way home.” He slowly started to pull away, but Steve grabbed his hand before he got too far away.

“Of course, but first,” He took the ring out of the box and gently put it on Tony’s ring finger. Tony gently pulled his hand out of Steve’s grip to get a closer look at it, and now that he wasn’t in complete surprise by Steve proposing and he got a closer look at it, he recognized it very quickly.

“Steve, this is your mom’s ring!” Steve smiled widely and placed his arms around Tony’s waist.

“Yes it is. She gave it to me when I told her I wanted to ask you to marry me. I had to go and have it a bit adjusted so it would fit your finger, but other than that it the exact same ring.” He blushed a little and rubbed the back of his head. “I… heh, carried it with me everywhere while in Syria. For motivation, I guess. I figured if I kept carrying it around with me it would help me remember what I had back home. That I had the love of my life waiting for me back home and I really, really wanted to marry him.”

Tony smiled and huffed a small laugh, a few tears forming in his eyes before blinking them away. “Yeah? And how did that work for you?”

Steve smirked and shrugged lightly. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’d say it worked out just great for me. Especially since I have you know.” He placed his arm around Tony’s shoulders and hugged him close, letting Tony rest his head in the crook of his neck.

Tony ran a finger over the golden band and the diamond and then looked up at Steve again. He smiled softly at him, and then he smirked and hip checked Steve in the side. “You realize that if dad ever finds out about this he’ll skin you alive, chop your balls off and turn them into Christmas ornaments, right? He hates your guts, probably blames you for my decision to turn my back on the company.”

Steve smirked back but there was a dangerous fire in his blue eyes. “Yeah I know, but fuck Howard Stark, I’m not afraid of him. If he has anything to say about our engagement or relationship he can say it to my face. If he has the balls that is.”

Steve smiled and his eyes softened, placing both hands on Tony’s shoulders and looked him straight in the eyes, his eyes are full of sincerity and love. “Tony, you shouldn’t think too much about Howard and what he’ll think. I have never cared about his opinion; I hate him just as much as he hates me. But I love you and I want you, and if that means I have to deal with him being a dick about it, I’ll gladly deal with that.” He lifted one hand and stroke it over Tony’s cheek. “I love you enough to handle anything. I’ve seen war at this point, I doubt there’s anything Howard Stark can say or do to keep us apart or make me stop loving you.”

Tony’s mouth was open, eyes wide and started to fill with tears again, but he started to blink, hoping to kill them before they could fall and he chuckled. “Fuck you, Rogers. You’ve made me cry like five times in less than thirty minutes today, you fucking asshole. I should give you the ring right back for making me this emotional today, you know I hate feelings.”

Steve laughed fondly and gently stroke his hand through Tony’s hair, pressing a light kiss to his temple. “Oh? Well, I guess I’ll have to change your mind then. How about I buy us some dinner, you pick a movie and we’ll have a nice long night together. And over the weekend, we’ll have some fun. You choose what we do, for the whole weekend, no work or anything like that. Just you and me, what do you say?”

Tony smiled teasingly and bumped his shoulder against Steve’s arm. “Well, I guess that’s a good start.”

Steve smirked and then crouched down a little, one arm around Tony’s shoulders, but when he tried to place his arm around the back of Tony’s knees, Tony stepped away and smiled.

“Uh, not that I’m against what you’re thinking at the moment, but don’t you think you need both hands for your bags?” Steve blinked, a bit surprised and looked back over his shoulders at the bags he had dumped on the floor. Then he looked back at Tony and then he stubbornly set his jaw and a determined look formed on his face and he quickly stomped over to the bags. He swung one of them across his back and then walked over to Tony with the other bag, a slightly smaller duffle bag, and had a mischievous spark in his eyes and dumped it in Tony’s arms.

“Hey, hold this for me, doll?” Tony took the bag, a bit surprised, but before he could respond, Steve grabbed him around the shoulders and knees again and swept him in his arms. Tony gasped a little and clutched the bag tightly to his chest (it wasn’t heavy, probably just some clothes and personal items) before laughing and hiding his face in Steve’s neck as he started to walk towards the doors.

“Steve, people are looking!” Not that Tony actually minded that people looked, they could stare all they wanted for all he cared, but he still couldn’t help flushing at Steve’s very open affections for him. PDA got nothing on Steve Rogers.

Steve grinned and rested his cheek against Tony’s hair, pressing a kiss against his forehead. His grip around Tony tightened slightly and adjusted his grip a little, so Tony could rest his head against his shoulder. “Let them look. I have been waiting to hold you and kiss you again for ten fucking months, so you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go ever again.”

Tony shook his head with a small laugh before letting himself relax and rest against Steve’s body, pressing his lips to Steve’s neck. He suddenly felt drained of all energy after all the emotion that he’d gone through just now and was now more than okay with Steve carrying him out of the airport and to the car so they could go home.

They’d probably stop by the pizza place on the way home, or they’d order for delivery when they got home. They’d pick a movie to watch while eating but eventually start to pay more attention to each other than the movie. Steve would pull him close and hold him throughout the whole night, even when they would need to go to bed. Tony would cling onto Steve too, making sure to himself that he was actually home and this wasn’t some kind of dream. He’d probably finger on the engagement ring on his finger to make sure that was real too, because it still felt like a dream.

The whole weekend would probably be much of the same, but really, Tony was more than fine with that. Steve was here too stay forever now, away from the army and had asked him to marry him.

They could spare a few days to celebrate this before going back to real life.

Tony sighed and nuzzled his face into Steve’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I love you.”

He didn’t see Steve’s face but he heard him chuckle fondly and held him a little tighter and kissed his hair. “I love you too, Tony.”

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oh-ranpo · 6 years ago

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more than a pretty face. (7)

Pairing: Ben Hardy x OC

AN: This story is nearing its end, but I appreciate all the love that you guys have given it! My first attempt at an OC, and while I loved the originality, I’m not sure that I’ll be doing another one anytime soon. I hope you guys like this chapter. Let me know what you think!

The next morning, Charlie woke with a start. There were a few seconds after she first opened her eyes that she forgot where she was. There was a sliver of light shining through the bedroom curtains, providing enough illumination for her to make out the room and put the pieces of last night together.

She had come to Joe’s place after flying back in from California. Sophia had been here. Ben was upset. They slept together. Again. Then, she remembered that she had gone out and snuck her bottle of wine back into the room, so her and Ben could get drunk together. She couldn’t remember much after that, but judging by the feel of the sheets on her bare skin, she knew that their night hadn’t ended there.

Once she got her bearings, Charlie became increasingly aware of a weight draped across her abdomen, and she was a bit startled to find Ben’s arm holding her to his chest. She knew that was something that happened unconsciously, but an alarm started going off in her head. This is too close, she thought to herself. I can’t allow him to be this close. Sure, they had slept together, but cuddling was a new level of intimacy that she did not want to face.

Slowly, and doing her best not to wake the sleeping boy beside her, Charlie lifted Ben’s arm and crawled out from under it. She gently placed it back down on the bed, and froze when a low groan fell from his lips. She paused next to the bed as she waited to see if he was going to wake up or not, but when he didn’t make any other sounds, she quickly grabbed her clothes and made her way to the bathroom.

Her head was pounding as she slipped her hoody back on, and when she glanced in the mirror, she cringed. Her make up from the day before was completely gone, and her hair was a mess. She did her best to comb through her hair with her fingers, but it did little to diminish its ratty appearance. After a few more minutes of trying to make herself presentable, Charlie exited the bathroom and started towards the living room. She wasn’t sure if anyone else was still there, besides Joe, but she took the initiative and started brewing a pot of coffee.

“I’m a little offended that the two of you couldn’t take a break to come and sing with us last night.”

The sound of Joe’s voice made Charlie jump as she hit the power button of the coffee maker. She hadn’t heard him enter the room, but she spun around and glared at him.

“How is it possible that you move without making any noise?” She huffed, taking in the smug appearance of her best friend. He looked way better off than she did, but she was sure that he hadn’t had a night quite as eventful as hers.

“I wish I could say the same about you,” he retorted, giving her a sly wink that made her blush. She knew what he was insinuating and she felt a little nauseous. The alarm that had started in her head when she woke up with Ben’s arm around her only got louder.

“Oh, shut up, Joe.”

Joe laughed at her embarrassment, and moved to grab a couple coffee mugs out of the cabinet above the sink.

“You know, I think it’s cute. You and Ben pining after one another, but only being willing to sleep together instead of admitting your true feelings. It’s literally the best soap opera I’ve seen in a while.”

Charlie rolled her eyes, but continued keeping her focus on the brewing liquid in front of her.

“For someone older than me, you sure are naïve. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that there are no feelings there with Ben and I.”

Memories from the night before flashed through her head, and she remembered how pleasant it had been to sit on the bed next to Ben, drinking wine and complaining about past failed relationships. It had been the first full conversation the two of them had had without fighting, and Charlie couldn’t deny that it had been nice. She had learned a lot about Ben, and some of her previous assumptions about him had been diminished. That didn’t change the fact that she could never actually see a relationship with him. Things were too complicated.

“Whatever you say, Charlie. But someday, when I give a toast at your wedding, I’m going to remember this conversation.”

Before Charlie could retort, the coffee machine dinged, indicating that it was finished, and she reached forward to pour herself a cup. Joe held him cup out for her to fill up as well and then they headed into the living room. Charlie was surprised to see Rami spread out on the couch and Gwilym set up on an air mattress, and she felt a twinge of guilt. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, and she could have stayed there allowing one of these two to share a bed with Ben.

“G’morning,” Gwilym greeted, leaning up on his arm to look up at Joe and Charlie. Charlie gave him a small smile, and Rami sat up on the couch to make room for the two of them to join him.

“Were you successful in helping cure Ben’s woes last night?” Rami asked Charlie teasingly, causing her to roll her eyes. Of course, she was going to get teased about this again. The fact that she had never returned to the party was a dead giveaway on what had happened.

“Fuck off, Rami,” a new voice replied, and Charlie’s gaze turned towards the doorway. Ben was making his way into the room, putting his shirt on as he walked. Charlie caught a quick glimpse of his abs before he pulled it all the way down, and she felt her mouth go dry. Ben took a seat on the corner of Gwilym’s air mattress, his eyes never once meeting hers.

“What time does your flight leave?” Joe asked, turning the attention away from Charlie and Ben. Charlie was extremely grateful for the change in subject.

“3:00pm. So we should probably get to the airport around 1-ish,” Gwilym replied, and Charlie glanced over at the clock hanging on the wall. It was already almost 11:00am.

“Great. We can all grab some lunch before you head out then. Charlie, did you want to join us?” Joe’s brown eyes turned to her and she shook her head. She had so much that she needed to get done before she was forced into returning to work the next day. She had been lucky enough to have some vacation time up until this point, but Ben and Gwilym leaving signified that it was coming to an end.

“Sorry, I have to get home. But I hope you guys have a safe trip back.” She gave Gwilym a bright smile, and when her head turned to Ben, he was looking down at his phone. Her stomach dropped slightly at his lack of acknowledgement, but it didn’t come as much of a surprise.

“Well, it was nice seeing you Charlie. I suspect it won’t be long before we see each other again. What with the Critics’ Choice coming up soon,” Gwilym replied, standing from where he was laying. Charlie stood up too, and allowed Gwilym to pull her into a tight hug. Ben still made no movements, so she downed a little bit more of her coffee and then went to place the mug in the sink in the kitchen. She made sure that her phone was in her pocket before re-entering the living room and starting towards the door.

“I’ll see you guys later,” she called as she pulled the door open and stepped into the hall. She heard a chorus of voices saying goodbye, but one voice was prominently missing. Charlie tried to convince herself that she didn’t care.

On her walk home, Charlie progressively started feeling angrier and angrier over the way Ben had treated her. Sure, they were nowhere near friends, but she had been there for him when Sophia had left. She had listened to him complain about her for over an hour, and didn’t complain once. She had even slept with him to help him forget, and yet he still acted like he could care less. Even though she knew the situation, it still bothered her.

It doesn’t matter, she assured herself as she got closer to her apartment. He’s going back to London, and when he comes back, it will be like nothing ever happened between you. She promised herself that it was never going to happen again.

For the rest of the day, Charlie kept herself busy by doing things around her apartment. She unpacked her suitcase, did a load of laundry, and straightened up all the rooms. After a couple of hours, she sat down on her couch and pulled her laptop into her lap. When she checked the time in the corner of the screen, she saw that it was already half past two. Gwilym and Ben would be on their way back to England by now. She shook the thought from her head. Ben Hardy wasn’t going to occupy one more second of her thoughts.

x.x.x

Ben had been looking forward to getting back to England ever since Sophia had broken his heart. There was something about the city of New York that was now forever tainted because of his experience. He only had a couple of days before he would be heading back to the States, but he could enjoy his time back home as much as possible while he was there.

“I really am surprised that Charlie didn’t come,” Joe mused as they walked through the airport as a group towards Gwilym and Ben’s terminal. “She always comes to say goodbye when Rami or I leave.”

Ben felt a tug in his chest at the sound of Charlie’s name, but pushed it away. He hadn’t been that upset when Charlie said that she couldn’t come. He hadn’t really expected her to. He knew where they stood, and considering they weren’t friends, it didn’t make a difference whether she was there or not.

“You know, Ben, you were kind of cold to her this morning. I don’t think I even saw you look at her once,” Gwilym commented. This caused Ben’s eyes to jerk upwards as he glared at the taller man.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, man. I don’t pretend to understand what the hell is going on between the two of you, but at the very least, you are sleeping together. That warrants some kind of acknowledgement, right?” Joe added. Ben rolled his eyes.

“You guys, it’s nothing. It’s not like Charlie likes me or anything. It was just something that happened a couple of times. No big deal.”

Ben saw Joe and Gwilym exchange a look, but neither of them said anything more. Ben felt a little defensive, but he tried to not let it show. They didn’t understand.

When they finally approached their gate, Joe gave them each a hug goodbye, before turning and heading back in the direction they had just came. Gwilym gave Ben a quick pat on the shoulder as they started boarding.

Ben wasn’t sure why, but right before he made his way through the tunnel towards the plane, he turned to look behind him. He knew that there was no one there, but this was one of the first times in a while that there wasn’t anyone there to send him off. His stomach dropped when he thought about how Charlie might have looked, giving him a small wave as he disappeared. He quickly pulled himself out of his trance and continued following Gwilym to their seats.

Ben’s phone vibrated once he was seated, and he quickly pulled it out, a glimmer of hope igniting in his chest. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but it was quickly extinguished when he saw that it was just a message in the group chat he had with the other boys. Gwilym laughed as he read it, but Ben just locked his phone and set it down in his lap.

The last time he had been on a plane, Charlie’s elbow had been pressed against his arm the entire flight. At the time he found it annoying, but now he was a little disappointed when he knew that he couldn’t look over and see the concentrated look on her face as she read through one of her magazines. Gwilym was quiet, which Ben was thankful for, but it also allowed him too much time with his thoughts.

There is nothing there, he scolded himself repeatedly. Absolutely no feelings at all.

So, why did he suddenly feel so frustrated?

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spideyy-girl · 6 years ago

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Newcomers Pt. II ~ Enoch O’Connor

Request: part two for Newcomers, please??

Summary:

Fandom: Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Warnings: Yeah it’s a bit violent, and a little bit of ooc Enoch sorry.

Word Count: 2102 (5.8 pages)

Date: August 28th, 2018

A/N: so here is part two of Newcomers! If you want to check out the first one, I’ll put a link RIGHT HERE. I would probably suggest reading it, but I don’t think you have to if you want to. Sorry if it’s really bad, was posted a while ago on my old blog. PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

Happy Reading! ~Ciara xo

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I’ve been here for less than a week and Jake has somehow already found a way to screw up. Barron, some evil guy that apparently killed Abe, has now stolen Miss Peregrine and guess how that happened. I love Jake to bits, but he can be so damn gullible.

So here we are. Me, Jake, and the other peculiar kids now on a quest to save their beloved headmistress. I had become good friends with the children, except Emma, she didn’t seem as fond of me, probably because she’s in love with Jake and all and thinks that I’m hoarding him. But don’t get me wrong, she’s still a lovely person, I think. Also, Jake had found his peculiarity, he can see the monsters, the hollowgasts. Really creepy things that are like seven feet tall and they tentacles coming out of their mouths and they use them to take out the eyes of peculiar children for their lunch. Lovely, right? Those are the things we’re supposed to get through to save the Bird.

Yet, I’ve still to find out what my peculiarity is. Enoch says I must have one if I was able to get through the loop, but I was really starting to doubt him. I suggested that I might’ve only been able to get through that loop since I was with Jake., but he quickly shut that down, saying that it still wasn't possible.

Enoch walked up to me, I was leaning against the rusty railing of the ship Emma pulled up from the ocean floor, just as I was. We were both drenched, water literally dripping from our clothes. But then again, we did just jump into a large body of water. He was holding Claire in his arms, resting her on his hip. She gave me a polite smile and waved to me.

“Hello, Y/N!” she says excitedly as she jumps out of Enoch’s arms and gives me a hug, well, my legs. I laugh and crouched down at her level to give her a proper hug.

“Hi, darling,” I whisper and she giggles. I laugh too as I pull away and tuck a strand of her curly dirty blonde hair behind her ear, careful not to touch her mouth on the back of her head.

“Why don’t you go and play with Fiona or something, Claire,” Enoch suggested, pushing her a little with his foot. She nodded, said goodbye, and went off to find her friend.

“Aww, why’d she have to go? Now I’m stuck with you,” I say playfully, faking a look of disgust. He rolled his eyes, trying not to let his smile get through.

“Very funny, Y/N,” he says sarcastically, as he leans on the railing beside me. We both stay quiet for the next few moments, jut admiring the day, even though it wasn’t a very good one. “So, you have any clue on your peculiarity yet?” He asked, breaking the silence. I shook my head.

“Nope,” I said, sighing. I rested my elbow on the rusty railing and put my head in the palm of my hand. “I’m telling you, I not special like you guys. I just got in ‘cause I was with Jake!”

He shook his head immediately. “Impossible,” he says, looking at me. “The loop doesn’t work like that.”

“Whatever you say,” I argue. But a small part of me inside was really hoping he was right.

Me, Jake, Emma, and Millard walk off the shipwrecked cruise ship onto the abandoned pier at Blackpool. Jake looked around before his pale blue eyes fell upon what looked like a worn down carnival ride.

“This can’t be it, can it?” he asked, looking at us. I merely shrugged as Emma replied.

“Loop entrances can be anywhere. The one in London is in a subway tunnel,” she responded looking in between him and the loop entrance. Jake gave a small nod and headed towards the old ride, Millard, Emma and I coming up close behind. As we went through the tunnel, the cracked wood and eery sense coming from the loop turned into a fun and bright one, with light up skulls to dancing skeletons hung up from the ceiling.

“Are you sure this is it?” I asked, peering out the door. Emma walked up beside me, looking out too.

“I think so,” She said, a bit sassily might I add. Outside there were crowds of people in a busy amusement park, the only thing that stayed the same was the Blackpool tower looming over us. We headed over to the tall structure, Millard obviously having to get undressed and complaining about how cold it was, and began our plan.

We were getting Miss Peregrine back.

All the peculiar children and I stood in our positions in the tent, listening in on Barren’s conversation with his little posse. I sat crouched down behind the railing separating the seats from the stage, my Y/E/C eyes peering over the edge, careful not to be caught.

“I assure you,” he sneered to them after a long rant “I will not stand idly by, to see my destiny derailed.” He finished as he turned around, only to be blown back by Emma’s big breath of wind. Jake fired his crossbow, missing Barren’s head and hitting the target behind him. Barren’s friends soon stood up, heading toward the pair.

“Hugh, do it now!” Jake exclaimed as Hugh poo[ed out from his hiding spot, opening his mouth to let hundreds of bees out and attack them. They tried to swat them away, the female ripping her coat off and trying to use that, showing off her ape-like legs and tail. She climbed a pole in an attempt to get away as the red-headed male ran into the kiddie pool full of water.

“Come back here! Get them!” Barren screamed as monkey woman swung down and picked up a bucket of knives, throwing them at Hugh, Emma and Jake. “You think you can stand in my way? You, Jake, content to age and die as if you had no the gift of peculiarity at all? As well as your little girlfriend you brought along.”

All of the sudden, Enoch popped out and tried to hit him with a bat, but missed and Barron knocked him down, leaving him unconscious. I couldn’t help the outburst come from my lips.

“Enoch!” I yelled in panic, big mistake. Barron turned towards my direction, I saw him smirk before hiding behind the wall, hopefully going unnoticed.

“Speaking of the devil,” He says, I could hear the taunt in his voice and his thudding footstep walking closer. “I am the higher being! I hold the secret to eternal life!” He says, only a few meters away from where I stood crouched down on the ground, trying not to go into the crazy panic mode.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Olive said, touching Barron’s shoulder and catching it on fire. I’d have to thank her later. Barron looked behind him to see his coat in flames and took it off, swinging it at Olive until she fell to the ground defenceless. Jake cued Bronwyn as he shot another arrow at the Wight.

“You missed me again, Jake! I take it accuracy is not your peculiarity.” He criticized before getting hit in the face with Bronwyn’s chair. He fell to the ground and groaned, but still got up without an effort. He took the crossbow and threw Jake down as he went to attack him. He then walked to the back, presumably where he kept the Ymbrynes, where Jake and Emma followed him.

I was about to run after them when I heard a small voice scream. I stood up to see that man had put little Bronwyn into the kiddie pool he had jumped in earlier and started to freeze the surface of it. And that’s what really threw me off the edge. No way was I going to let my little girl die.

“Hey!!” I yelled louder than I thought was possible, as I jumped from behind the railing. “Why don’t you go pick on someone your own size, you bastard.” He chuckled darkly, stopping his process in freezing Bronwyn in, so Fiona went to go help her out.

“And what are you going to do about it?” He asked manically. My eyes went from their usual pretty shade of Y/E/C to a deep glowing red, and as I raised my hand, I noticed it had also turned that same colour. He started to gag as my fingers curled slightly. I raised my hand higher and his feet were no longer on the ground.

Everyone stared at me in awe, even Enoch who had previously just awoken. Although I was not aware of this, I was too concentrated, too focused on making sure that this cruel man would feel the pain he made my new family feel. Monkey woman jumped down to try and get me off of him, but I threw her down with my other hand, and picking her up as well, doing the same thing to her as I was doing to her friend.

“You deserve what’s to come to you. You deserve to die slowly and painfully for what you have down, not only to my family but to all of the other peculiar children you have brutally murdered!” I spat in there faces. “You're lucky I’m feeling nice today, or that would be exactly what’s happening now.”

I violently turned my hands while closing my fists, snapping both of their necks, their now dead bodies falling to the floor with an audible ‘thump’. I fell to my knees, my head spinning, and my eyes and hands turning back to their usual colour. I looked up to see Bronwyn, Fiona, Claire, the twins, and Horace running up to me and grabbing me in a great group hug. I laughed as I wrapped my arms around them as well.

I smiled and stood up with the help of Olive. “Well done on finally finding out your peculiarity, we all knew you had it in you.” She said as she engulfed me in a hug too. I giggled and thanked her before letting her go. That left me with only one person.

Enoch walked up to me, the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on anyone, let alone him, on his face as he wrapped his long arms around me and swung me up in the air, twirling me around, and setting my back on the ground again, his arms still around my waist tightly.

“What did I say?” He said, his smile still big, if possible getting bigger. “I told you that you had it in you, and as you know, I’m never wrong.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why don’t you shut it?” I say playfully. He smirked.

“Make me.” He replied before I cut him off with my lips on his, kissing him. He quickly responded, kissing me back with just as much passion. It was like nothing else mattered, nothing else existed other than him and me. That is until I heard the kids making puking noises at us.

We pulled apart. I laughed at them as Enoch got slightly mad and told them to piss off. I wrapped my arms around his neck again and gave him a quick peck on the lips, which seemingly cheered him up again. I turned back to everyone else.

Well, what are we waiting for?” I yell enthusiastically. “Let’s go save Miss Peregrine!” And we did. Everyone got back safely to the loop, saying their goodbyes on their way in. I started to cry as the children one by one gave me they’re last hugs and farewells. As Enoch came up, a gave him a sweet kiss and he held me tightly in his arms for a while before we departed, and that's when I went completely Niagara Falls. I knew that I couldn’t leave him. Jake knew he couldn’t leave Emma. And we didn’t.

I spent years trying to get back in time. Travelling loop by loop with Jake all across the world. From California to Tokyo to London, going through a whole bunch of crazy scenarios. Which led us back to where we were now, running down the Blackpool pier from all those years ago. I thought it was stupid as I went through it all. All of this, years of commitment, for some boy? But then I would remember, remember him, remember everyone else...

And for once, I was happy for being the Newcomer.

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sourwolfstories · 7 years ago

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Could you list you favorites smut fics of sterek? You seen to have a pretty good taste.

There is no way I could choose and rate my favorite smut fics. There are just way too many but here is a long list of the best. Hope you enjoy!

Over the Threshold by alisvolatpropiis

This is the last time,” Stiles declares, just before he attacks Derek’s mouth with his, the kiss fevered and desperate, his long fingers jabbing roughly into Derek’s abs as he tangles them in his shirt. He pulls him close and walks them away from the front door, and in his hurried clumsiness, Stiles’ nose smashes Derek’s glasses into his face, hard enough that they smudge against his eyelids. It should be annoying, but like everything else about Stiles that should be infuriating, Derek can only find it hopelessly endearing.

That’s the thing about love, he supposes, even a love he won’t fully admit to himself, let alone to Stiles.

The Awkward Moment by stilinskisderek

…when your sister sets you up on a blind date with the one night stand you hooked up with three weeks ago who vanished without a goodbye leaving you pathetically heartbroken.

Maybe by MellytheHun

Tumblr Prompt:

my fave overheard on campus moment of all time was the two guys who sat behind me in pop culture theory

as class was starting one of them was like “so… do you want a blowjob after this” in a rly bored voice, and then the second guy was like [pause][dejected sigh] “yes”

Little talks by Vendelin

“Your favourite is here,” Danny says, smirking. “I tried to steal him away by giving him some extra attention, but he just looked uncomfortable.”

Stiles snorts, though he’s secretly pleased by his regular rejecting Danny. “He always looks a bit uncomfortable. I bet he’s married with a kid and a permanent guilty conscience when he’s here.”

It had been quite the surprise for Stiles to realise that he had a regular. A pretty young, hot regular, on top of that.

In which Stiles is a stripper, and Derek is the always-polite regular at the club where he works.

Moved on from Whispers by wishingonalightningbolt

He’s not dumb. Out of everyone in the school, Derek is second in grades only to Lydia Martin, and the only reason Stiles is third is because he’s taking more APs than Derek, so his grades are suffering the slightest bit. That’s why Derek knows, when Stiles arches an eyebrow at him, why what he said was so incredibly dumb.

Stiles didn’t break into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom to take a piss. He broke into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom while Derek was in it, because—because of reasons.

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Stiles is tired of pretending like and Derek don’t want each other.

The One Where He Pitches And Catches by mikkimouse

Derek entered the conference room, spotted the table with “M. P. Stilinski” on it, and stopped short.

Oh fuck.

It most definitely was not going to be fine.

Sitting on the other side of the table was the most attractive man Derek had ever seen, with whiskey-colored eyes and pale skin with dark moles speckled across his jawline, moles Derek was very familiar with because he’d spent two hours last night drunk out of his mind and licking them.

R U Mine? by blackstar

It hits him like that - in the middle of fiery hot sex with Derek one night that he’s in love. It’s not lust and it’s not a crush anymore, he’s very much gone on this man above him, who is now stopping his rushed efforts to bring Stiles pleasure in order to look slightly concerned.

Never Been by Lenore

Stiles gets snared in a virgin trap. Derek to the rescue!

An Error as to Meaning or Intent by LacrimaDraconis

“Care to tell me why you were suddenly hell-bent on cockblocking me? That was a nice girl back at the club, and she was actually talking to me. So you better have a good explanation for basically hauling me out of there by the scruff of my neck.”

Derek exhaled heavily, and, rubbing a hand over his face, he suddenly looked tired. “Fine. I was jealous. There you have your fucking explanation.”

three little words by stilinskisderek

“Are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna fuck me?”

Stiles gave him a small smile. It could’ve came out as devious if his eyes didn’t look so sincere.

“None of the above,” he said, “I’m going to make love to you.”

A Whole Strip of Condoms by eeyore9990

Somehow Stiles has managed to survive the horrors of Beacon Hills until the ripe old age of twenty. He’s still a virgin, of course, because there hasn’t really been time between school, work, and running for his life to take care of that pesky little problem.

Derek Hale — also a Beacon Hills Survivor — has sadly attained lonely bachelor status. In between running for his life, researching the latest threats to the town with his good buddy Stiles, and lingering nightmares of the outcomes of his past relationships, he hasn’t exactly been on the lookout for anyone new since Braeden.

Stiles feels the crushing weight of his family’s debt; Derek has piles of money. Derek needs to get laid; Stiles is a willing and eager virgin. It’s a match made in… well. Beacon Hills. Eesh.

Their odd little friendship has survived death threats, possession, and all manner of things that go bump in the night. Surely it’ll survive a friends with benefits arrangement.

Right?

First Time by Emela

Derek has all kinds of assumptions about what a gay relationship is like (he’s never been in one after all, and the Internet is not his friend), but Stiles shows him that there’s no rule except one: what makes you happy makes me happy.

The one where Derek is nervous about having sex with Stiles, and Stiles is the best boyfriend ever.

Thump, Thump by littlefrog1025

That awkward moment when your ex brings a date to your father’s wedding…

Definitely, Not Probably by dragon_temeraire

Stiles gets hit with pollen that makes him intensely aroused. Derek helps him out.

The Giggles by the_painless_moustache

Derek accidentally discovers that Stiles does solo amateur porn.

When the Strings Attach by oblivions172

Derek and Stiles were fuckbuddies until they weren’t.

Complicated Is An Understatement by stilinski_wolf

Stiles is the 17-year-old son of the POTUS, and Derek is his bodyguard. For the past few months they’ve been together in private, and only in the last few weeks did they take it all the way.

And it isn’t just sex between them, they’re in love. Which makes their situation a whole lot more complicated.

I Thought You Would Like That by Emela

Yeah, that was pretty bad, but what was worse was having spent the last three years pretending to hate Stiles, because it was better than being the guy who failed at emotions and got rejected for them, and now Derek was locked in the same room as him under the promise they would only be let out when they “did something about their sexual tension”.

Derek and Stiles get locked in a room together at an office Christmas party and end doing something about all that unresolved sexual tension.

Derek Hale From HR by nogitsune_lichen

“Derek? Fancy seeing you here! I was just-er, getting a new chair. I think mine has a squeaking problem so…yeah I’m just gonna take a chair and–”

The man closed the door with a soft click before holding up the Captain America sticky note with Stiles’ patented chicken scratch handwriting on it. Stiles gnawed on his lip, trying and failing to come up with some sly excuse. Instead he hung his head in defeat when Derek didn’t so much as say anything or make a move.

“Enough playing around; I dig you, and it’s your last day. Meet me in the abandoned closet at one,” Derek quoted, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Stiles sighed, “okay not the best choice of words, but it got you here didn’t it?”

“Yes it did,” Derek nodded before adding, “and I dig you too by the way.”

Screwed by stilinski_wolf

Stiles and Derek have some fun times in Derek’s car, and it’s definitely a good thing that Derek has tinted windows. Stiles and Derek have some fun times in Derek’s car, and it’s definitely a good thing that Derek has tinted windows.

Bridging The Space Between Us by stilinski_wolf

Derek is a student in Stiles’ college class, and nothing should happen between them. But there’s been something brewing between them all semester.

When Derek comes to see Stiles and confront him about it, neither can resist each other for long.

Just One Night Together by stilinski_wolf

Brokeback Moutain!Au.

Stiles invited Derek into the small tent because it’s freezing outside, which leads to a culmination of everything they’ve been feeling for each other the past few months in the form of rough, hard, dry sex. And Stiles, well, Stiles would rather take whatever he could get from Derek than nothing at all.

More Than A Feeling by sweetbutterbliss

Stiles is alone on the set and eye fucking the shit out of Deputy Derek Hale, who’s been assigned to protect him. Stiles No-Last-Name is the biggest thing in gay porn since…well, Derek doesn’t actually know because Derek is straight. He’s never seen gay porn in his life. He played a lot of sports in high school so he’s seen his fair share of dicks, but not like this.

He’s just watched Stiles get rimmed for what was probably about half an hour, but felt like an eternity. The way Stiles moaned, and his eyelashes fluttered had Derek holding his deputy hat strategically to hide his deeply confusing hard on.

Prepared by ericaismeg

He gives him a cautious look, and Derek catches the way his eyes narrow as if to say dude, it’s your turn. Derek inhales a little too sharply and then the words, “I can…I can help you with that, if you want,” come tumbling out.

***OR: Jackson refuses to work with Derek anymore, so he’s working with someone new today. Did Derek mention he’s a porn star? And this new guy is mouth-watering? Because he is and he is. Script? What script?

whatever you want (but you’re gonna have to ask me) by HalfFizzbin

Stiles has a fantastic boyfriend and absolutely no sex life. He is not okay with this. (Or, the implementation of Stiles’ Secret Seduction Plan™)

i don’t believe in fairy tales (but i believe in you and me) by callunavulgari

Derek scrolls to the next picture. Stops. Blinks.

For a moment, they just freeze. He can see Stiles’ hand hesitating just next to his out of the corner of his eye, stopped mid-air, like he was reaching to take the phone back. Stiles’ heart is loud — so fucking loud — in the quiet of the loft, drowning out Derek’s own heartbeat and the many varied sounds coming in through the cracked window.

“So,” Stiles says, voice wobbly and pitched high in what’s probably mortification. “That’s my penis.”

What the Hell is a Rinse Cycle? by dobrien

Stiles is a student who doesn’t know how to work a washing machine and Derek is the one to notice him struggling and help him out. PWP.

Salty Sweet by secondstar

Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That’s where it all starts.

a gift of some sorts by honeymoonmuke

A mysterious gift addressed to Alpha Derek Hale lands Stiles in a rather heated predicament.

Thinking of You by CelestialVoid

Derek might have gotten a little drunk last night. And he might have sent Stiles a very revealing video…

Aconitum Bulbus by hazelNuts

xxxAthaelaxxx asked for: “Stiles is underage like 17 and Derek’s 23. Stiles got hit by some sex pollen and needs to fuck. Derek’s the only single wolf who can do it and refuses to help Stiles since he’s underage but if Stiles isn’t cured he could die. Virgin!Stiles and Martyr!Derek.Please write in great detail the deflowering.”

They’d been having a simple pack picnic, because they did those things now. They’d just finished lunch and had decided on a game of tag.It had all been great until Stiles had tripped and fallen face first into some flowers.

If you would like more you can check out my smut tag for some more sterek goodness!

#answered #anonymous #sterek #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction

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chantelle-x0x · 7 years ago

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Mental image - Chris x MC (Ariana) AU

Masterlist

Note: This is day six of the Christmas prompts HERE. Today’s prompt is “Wrapping presents”. The posting goes for 12 days, and starts on the 13th of December. (Day 6)

Side note: Thank you so much @mrswalkerwrites for getting me hooked on cable knit sweaters. I don’t even know how I found a picture of a blue eyed guy with a cable knit sweater, but I did. 💜

Pairing: Chris x MC

Rating: G/T I’m horrible at ratings and it also depends on the chapter

Summery: It’s a very busy day for Chris and Ariana. So many gifts to wrap. So many presents to buy. And an apology visit to AJ’s.

Ariana woke up, once again before Chris. She remembered how much fun the night had been. How happy Chris was when she told him that she was pregnant. She had planed to tell him on Christmas, but he was so gloomy, she felt the need to cheer him up.

She felt him stir behind her, so she carefully started to get out of bed. She was wearing his t-shirt that he had on before they went to “sleep”. She traced her lips with her thumb, feeling clingy towards Chris. “Must be a pregnancy symptom.” She mumbled to herself. She turned back to look at Chris.

His lips were slightly parted.

She sucked in a sharp breath as memories from the night before came into her mind. Knock it of Ariana

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, then got out of bed. She put on her robe and then went downstairs.

“Hey boy!” Charlie barked and wagged his tail. She opened the door and let Charlie roam the backyard like he did every morning.

She had gone outside with Charlie and thrown the ball for him a few times then got chilly and went back inside.

As she got inside, there was a mug on the table that had a sticky note on it. She walked over to it, pulled the note of and read it aloud. “Beautiful, I want to surprise you, come find me or the surprise. Whichever first ;)” Her mind went clear to something, but she quickly knocked that thought aside.

She picked up the coffee and went to her room to get more appropriate clothing. As she approached her closet, there was another note. “Open to find the surprise.” She smiled to herself and opened her closet.

There, hanging up, was a Christmas dress. The outline of the dress was fluffy and white, whilst the dress was red and had black buttons running down the front along with a chunky black belt. The neck wrapped around, leaving her back bare. He also bought her a fluffy red and white coat to go with it.

She squealed when she saw it.

She felt his arms wrap around her waist, his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his breath.

“You wanted something like this a while ago.” Her breath hitched at the huskiness in his voice. “Chris.” His name was a plea on her lips.

He backed away with a smirk. She whined at the feeling of lose.

“We need to wrap presents and visit AJ today.” Ariana cocked her head at him as she turned around. “Why do we need to visit AJ?” Her mind still catching up with what they had spoken about the night before.

“I need to apologize and you need to tell them about...” She held up her hand to pause him. “I know, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m hungry.” She walked downstairs as she said that.

Chris stood in the middle letting go of her change in attitude. “I guess I have to endure that for 9 months.” He mumbled to himself with a low chuckle.

He walked downstairs to see Ariana’s head in the fridge. “What are you looking in, a fridge or a black hole?” She rolled her eyes and gave a huff when she looked up from the fridge. “For your information Christopher, now that you know I’m eating for two people, you should start getting used to cooking for three people.” She stifled a laugh. “I’m 100% sure that babies don’t eat Ariana.” Ariana shrugged. “Maybe ours will be different.” Chris shook his head. “So now you have yet another excuse to not learn how to cook anything other than pancakes.” Ariana smiled as she walked over to him, “yes Chris. I now have no need to cook. You’re here.”

After breakfast, Ariana went to her bathroom to get ready for the day. After her shower, she wrapped her towel around her and walked out of the bathroom to look in her closet.

“Chris! I’m done.” He came up shortly after, while she was still contemplating on what to wear. “I let Charlie in and closed the door. It’s snowing like —” He stopped short when he finally looked at her.

“You’re staring Chris.” He cleared his throat. “It’s hard not to stare when my wife looks that good.” He paused and looked her up and down again. “Especially in a towel.” He added more as a mumble.

The towel ended just above mid thigh. His eyes dark as he looked at Ariana. Her blush was very clear to anyone. “Don’t continue, please. I need to be ready when we swing by AJ’s. Not this tomato face.” She turned back to her closet and pulled out an outfit that was warm for winter, yet fashionable. It was a grey knitted high neck top, with nude/pink suede overalls and a pair of nude thigh high suede boots.

After Chris finished dressing and Ariana saw, her breath got caught in her throat. He was wearing a navy blue cable knit sweater that outlined his every ab, a pair of light jean like slacks, and a nice pair of dressy shoes.

“Why so fancy?” She said while ogling him. “Why not?” He winked and smirked at her. She blushed once again.

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As they arrived at AJ and Nick’s apartment, Chris started to get nervous.

“Chris, breathe. It’s AJ. She’ll forgive you for your sudden outburst yesterday. Which put everyone on edge but you got back safely and AJ will be thankful for that.” “Not your best pep talk ever Ariana, but reasonable.” She shrugged with a smile. “Deal with it. It’s the best I can come up with, without hurting your feelings.” Chris flashed her his wide grin. “That’s my girl.” He said sarcastically, with some meaning in it.

Ariana stepped up to the door and knocked. AJ answered the door tentatively and let Ariana inside. As Chris got up to the door, AJ slammed it in his face.

“AJ!” AJ looked up with only her eyes. “AJ, babe, let Chris in.” Nick told her warmly. She hesitated before opening the door again. “At least this time you didn’t run away.” AJ stifled a laugh at Ariana comment, Chris just rolled his eyes giving AJ an apologetic look before stepping inside.

“Look AJ, Nick, I’m really sorry for how I reacted.” “Chris,” AJ started, but Cris continued. “I shouldn’t have gone like that. The truth is, I’m afraid that AJ will get hurt. I know you wouldn’t hurt her Nick, but that’s every big brothers’ worst fear and nightmare. I can’t see her get hurt. I wanna know that you’ll take the very best of care for her. No matter what happens.” Nick nodded before AJ collected Chris in her arms, tears running down her face.

“Please AJ, stop crying or else you’ll make me cry and I think I’ve cried enough about stupid things already.” AJ looked at her curiously. “Not that this particular event is stupid but I’m just trying to prove a point, in which I’m failing.” AJ didn’t blink. “Okay, I think I’ll shut up now.” Ariana said, going scarlet red, her eyes welling up with embarrassment.

Chris collected her in a tight embrace. “Chris, what’s going on, and why is Ariana crying about this?” Ariana wiped her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t contain myself. Way to much emotional stuff for me to handle at the moment.” AJ and Nick both stared at her; unblinking.

“Okay, enough beating around the bush.” AJ lifted up her eyebrow. “I’m pregnant.” Nick and AJ congratulated Ariana and Chris then AJ stopped and looked at Chris right in the eye. “I’m happy for you and all Chris, but some serious mental images are floating through my mind.” Chris flicked her on the back of the head lightly. “Now you know how I felt when you joked about being pregnant.” AJ grinned at him.

While Ariana was helping AJ wrap her presents for Kyle, his wife, and his twins, they got distracted by the lack of wrapping paper.

“Didn’t we have like, five rolls of wrapping paper and two rolls of tape? What happened to them all?” Ariana asked looking around the room, her finger pressed against a crease of the wrapping paper that needed tape to hold it in place. AJ looked around for the tape but couldn’t find it. In unison they both said their partners’ names, “Chris - Nick” and looked at each other.

Ariana followed AJ out of the master bedroom into the lounge, and sure enough, Chris and Nick had the rolls of wrapping paper and tape.

“What the hell are you doing Nick?” Nick looked up at her. “No seriously, what the hell are you doing Chris? We need the paper and tape for presents.” Chris smirked at her. “Maybe I am your present.” “MENTAL IMAGE CHRIS!” AJ called at the top of her lungs. “No seriously Chris, we need the paper.”

Nick handed the rolls back to AJ and Ariana; at least what was left of them anyway. “Thank you Nick.” Ariana stated as she went back to the room.

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After saying goodbye and heading back, Ariana decided that she was going to wrap presents.

“Chris, I need some wrapping paper from the garage, can you get it for me please?” She called as she was walking up the stairs, Charlie nearly making her trip by circling her legs.

“Sure babe, whatever you need.” She smiled gratefully at him.

Chris’ outfit inspiration:

Ariana’s outfit inspiration:

#chris x mc #chris x mc christmas #chris powell #chris x ariana #chris x ariana christmas #chris x ariana day six #the freshmen #the sophomore #choices #choices stories you play

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skymoonandstardust · 7 years ago

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Your First Date with Steve Rogers

An: As requested by the lovely and amazing @a-girl-who-loves-disney oy vey . . . this is so long. I'm so sorry, I guess I got carried away. Any who, enjoy :)

After Peggy, and the whole bombshell of being in the future, plus all the time Steve spends saving the world and at shield he never thought he'd find anyone ever again.

but he was wrong. . .

cause he found you obviously.

I don't care about cheesy and cliché-- it was love at first sight (for him at least) and nothing can convince me otherwise!!

And it only got worse when he talked to you. Yeah, he was pretty much a goner from the first conversation. . .

You were so nice and intelligent and it was impossible for Steve to keep himself from falling for you.

It's a known fact that Steve Rogers has never, ever backed away from doing anything scary or crazy in his life, so of course he out right asks for your number then and there (in a slightly shy kinda adorable way)

Of course you give it to him

He's lowkey internally freaking out cause he's never really had any luck with girls before. They ignored him before he got the serum, so really he's only been with Peggy . . . and that technically didn't even get to the dating phase. Now suddenly this amazing, stunning girl is giving him her number.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Soldier down. I repeat: soldier is down.

Anyway, you guys say goodbye and go your separate ways.

Steve really wants to call or text you later that day, but he gets pulled into a shield mission and it's the next day before he finally does.

Nervious! anxious! super soldier here as he pulls out your number and punches in the string of digits written on the slightly crumpled piece of paper.

If anyone asked him later, Steve would admit that pushing the call button was one of the bravest most nerve wracking things he'd ever done in his life.

Would also admit without embarrassment that nothing could ever top it on the nervous scale.

Steve was born in the 1940's so politeness is his middle name. That's why there's ten straight minutes of small talk, first. The gentleman has to check up on you and ask how you've been cause that's the nice polite thing to do and he doesn't even regret when you talk for five minutes about everything in your life.

Steve also tells you a bit about how he's been doing, but not too much cause of all that sensitive classified shield stuff.

FINALLY, he works up the nerve to ask you out.

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on a date with me."

"I'd love to."

"Great! Does Saturday at 8 work for you?"

You say it does and it's one happy captain America who hangs up the phone after saying goodbye.

so so so so happy and over the moon, but tires to be stoic and keep feelings under wraps.

It doesn't work

He still seems a little more chipper then normal so the rest of the avengers catch on (including Tony) and so they're asking him about it through the day. He keeps trying to brush them off and pretend nothing's different.

But in the end Steve cracks.

He tells them all about you-- mostly cause they insist on having every detail and knowing everything and oh boy, by the end they do.

Tony and Natasha were especially probing and thorough with the questions.

Seriously, they just didn't stop.

Once they're all satisfied, the avengers get down to work.

Next mission: Help Stevie with his date.

They all offer suggestions, opinions and advice. even mild mannered Bruce Banner.

Thor keeps congratulating Steve on "his wooing of the fair maiden"

Clint gives some helpful suggestions and insight, but you know he also couldn't help throwing in a few jokes, a quip here and there, and the occasional sarcastic comment.

Tony would have no qualms. none. he'd be laughing and joking and congratulating Steve. allllllll the innuendos. All his advice is kinda lewd and Steve wouldn't do any of it in a million years. It's all shot down, expect for the last one or two which were actually serious. Stark wanted to do a full background check on you, just in case-- and hey, it might help think of something good to do for the date. Everyone says no. . . and he does it anyway on the sly (of course he does, this is tony stark).

Natasha is the most helpful, being her usual serious self and giving real useful opinions.

Banner in a quiet way contributes and is the second most helpful. Throws in like two light jokes and one congrats and is the most chill of any of them.

In the end Steve decides to take you to the movies.

This is where Tony's background check came in handy cause he could tell Steve what kind of movie you'd like with out Steve having to ask you.

He looks online and sees what movies are playing-- and thankfully there's one you'd like and it's playing not long after he pick you up-- just enough time to go to dinner somewhere then get to the theater.

the rest of the team all helps him, getting the tickets before hand, finding a restaurant-- then Tony handles setting up a reservation there for the right time. They all weigh in on the outfit he picks out and Steve is really grateful for all their help.

finally it's the day

Steve drives over to your place on his motorcycle and walks up to your door.

you know he got a bouquet of your favorite flowers and he's just standing there on the front step clutching them like a life line cause he's a nervous supersoldier tm

He's faced down Nazi's and taken down evil organizations but he can hardly handle this.

Your door opens and he's blown away cause your just, so stunning!

And his heart goes !!!!!! when you're literally just wearing a normal top and jeans.

He's so in love and such a sap that he thinks you look perfect all the time. so. . .

It's a minute before he remembers the flowers. Then he does and hands them over to you

"These are for you"

You thank him and go inside to put them in water before joining him outside again.

"Shall we go?" "We shall."

Thanking your lucky stars that you thought to wear jeans as you climb on the motorcycle. High key freaking out cause you have to wrap your arms around Steve to stay steady and you can feel those abs under his shirt!

Steve high key freaking out internally cause your arms are wrapped around him and your holding on to him!!

Both kinda sad when you've got to get off cause you sorta want to stay like that. . .

The two of you walk into the restaurant to find that Tony didn't just reserve a table. . .no, of course not--- he reserved the entire restaurant for an hour or two so other then you and Steve it's completely empty. and the entire wait staff is just looking after you two.

The host shows you to your table and the two of you sit there staring at your menus feeling awkward.

it gets even worse when you've ordered and you kinda have to talk. . .cause lets be real, even if Steve's now CAPTAIN AMERICA WITH AN INREDIBLE BODY TO MATCH HIS PERFECT HEART AND SOUL, AT HIS CORE, HE'S SITLL THE SKINNY, AWKWARD, SHY KID FROM BROOKLYN WHO NEVER QUIT OR WALKED AWAY FROM A FIGHT. . . so he's not sure how to talk to you?? or what to say???

Finally you break the ice by asking what you're going to do after this, and the two of you end up talking about the movie for a bit. After that the both of you are more comfortable and all the awkwardness and shyness melts away.

The rest of the dinner goes well. Both your meals are delicious and the conversation's smooth and interesting and it's way too soon before you and Steve are paying the bill and walking out the door.

You guys get to the theater and pick up the tickets. . .. and since no movie is complete without snacks and a drink the two of you walk over.

He tells you to pick out whatever you want--it's on him (aw, the gentleman) Buuut since he did all this stuff already you insist and end up paying for both your snacks.

The two of you head into the theater and -- lucky for you--- are able to get seats right in the middle with a good view of the screen.

It's a blast. the two of you talk a bit, watch the the previews and when the movie finally starts, it's great beginning to end.

the two of you walk out of the theater discussing it and just walk around the city for a bit cause both of you want to prolong this date as much as possible since you like spending time with each other and you're pretty sure you're in love with him already.

ssssssshh but-- Steve is already 100% sure and is pretty much thinking about your future together, and planning it al out in his head already but you didn't hear that from me. . .

Anyway, after about an hour of walking he drives you back home and the super soldier (being the gentleman he is) walks you to the door (awwww) and he's not exactly awkward, more hesitant cause he lowkey doesn't want to go and is it ok to kiss you??? You're the one in the end that makes the move, kissing him before saying goodnight and walking inside.

Steve just stands there, smiling at your door for a minute with his hands in his pockets.

When he walks away Steve's already planning your second date. . .and the third.

Steve rogers is a pure, good, kind, angel of a human being and he deserves a love in his life. good night!!

Extra: as soon as he goes into work the next day the team ambushes him, sits him down and doesn't move till he tells them all about how it went.

They start setting the plans in motion for the next date that very day.

The forevers: @a-sea-of-fandoms @casownsmyass @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @scarlettsoldier @thatbasicnerd4life @docharleythegeekqueen

Marvel girls: @a-girl-who-loves-disney @kenziecole-green @l4life @padfootsiriusorionblackthethird

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