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chernayawidow · 1 year ago

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Gotta love a smutty start to a chapter 😮‍💨 so keen to read this one!!! LETS GET INTO THIS ONE BOYSSSS!!

“Ben got up from the couch, giving you a thinly veiled look of smugness. He knew you’d come around.” — Starting off strong with Ben’s ego, we love to see it 🤣

“He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grabbed a delectable handful.” — Can’t blame him, her dress is probably like a bright neon sign telling him to grope her 🤷‍♀️

“You chuckled humorlessly. “Don’t let that Betty Crocker apron fool you. She’s a degenerate gambler.”” — Hot damn that took a turn, but honestly I love it when people are blunt about their parents shortcomings.

“I need you to fuck me. Right now,” you said. “Or I’m gonna rip my aunt’s face off.” — Jokes on Pookie, Ben would probably love to see that happen!

““That’s kinda hot,” he replied. An understatement. The hairs on his arms were standing up, along with his cock.” — Not surprising that he would find that hot 😂

“Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.” — I concur, I would be livid if he ruined a good dress! Also… smudged red lipstick? That stains! So everyone would know what went on 😅

“Ben huffed, and almost rolled his eyes. If there was one thing you enjoyed doing, it was testing his fucking patience.” — Yeah but you love her for it Benjamin 😏

“You helped him slide the skirt of your dress up, tug your pantyhose down to your ankles without ripping them.” — That task in itself is a mission, I’m impressed she managed to not rip them!

“Answer me,” he demanded. “Or I really will walk the fuck out right now.” — Bullshiiiiiiit, I call major bullshit on that 💀

“Somehow, you gave him everything he wanted to hear and more. Maybe that was part of what he loved about you. Even when you demanded from him, you gave him more of yourself.” — I love how far they’ve come together, and I find it so sweet that he sees it this way and acknowledges how much of herself she gives to him in return.

“He guided you down onto the counter and rucked up your dress. Per rule #2, he did it gently enough so he wouldn’t rip the fabric.” — Thank goodness, proud of you Benjamin! 👏

“He had to bite down to stifle his own grunts. It had you gasping at pain mixed with pleasure.” — Biting aye? We love to see it 😏

“Oh shit. You still hadn’t gotten your IUD replaced…” — HELL YEAH!!! Breeding kink activated in me when I read this, and I can only assume Ben thinks the same 👀

““You’re beautiful tonight,” he said.” — Stop it they’re so cute 😭🫶

“Yeah. Right now,” Ben said. “A fucking sight.” — AWH OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM!!!

“You don’t know how glad I am that you’re here with me,” you said. “Thank you.” — I’M HAVING SUCH A CUTENESS OVERLOAD RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD!!!!! 😭💖💖💖

“Ben met your gaze with a raised brow. “What, can’t take care of my girl?”” — The whole “my girl” thing has me giggling and kicking my feeling right now 🥹

““Yeah well, put her in her place next time, or I will,” he said. His tone was edged, and you gave him a wry look.” — I love how protective he is, honestly I was so anxious about whether or not he could hear that conversation. And if so, how he would react to it.

“You took his face between your hands, and you kissed him deeply, breaking rule #1.” — Now THATS love baby! Smudging red lipstick for him is 1000% a confirmation of how deeply she loves him!

“Before he could respond with something half gracious, he felt a bony hand get a meaty handful of his ass.” — THIS MADE ME CHOKE! Bloody hell, this poor dude can’t catch a break! 😅

““I thought you liked older women,” you teased.” — My thoughts exactly!

““Not running for the Astroglide, huh?” you whispered in his ear.” — LMAOOO THAT WAS SO OUTTA POCKET AND I LOVE HER FOR IT!! She’s got a point though!! 🤣

“So Ben,” Trina began, around a mouthful of ham. Already her voice set you on edge. “What was it like in the ‘40s? You know, with the Nazis and everything.” — TRINA YOU STUPID BITCH SHUT THE HELL UP!

“From the head of the table, Grandpa George looked over at his eldest daughter with an annoyed glint in his eye. “Katrina, do us all a favor,” he said wryly. “Keep stuffin’ your face.” — He’s an icon, he’s a legend, and he is the moment!! 👏

“Ah.” Trina peered at his plate, and then the suspect casserole. “It’s probably not quite right. God love her, but my sister’s no Gordon Ramsay.” — Somebody 👏 please 👏 smack 👏 this 👏 big mouthed 👏 slag 👏

““I was just trying to figure out what you put in this, because it’s delicious,” he said.” — I was keen to see Trina get her ass handed to her, but this is just as satisfying. Seeing him bite his tongue and saying this feels so meaningful!

“…And I just added a few raisins and walnuts this time. For some texture,” she said with a shrug. “You know, something different.” — Oh no… Marie sweetie… just, no.

““Really?” He glanced over and found Louisa sitting on the floor beside you.” — Colour me shocked, but good on you Louisa! That’s so sweet that she’s put the effort in!

“You were busy trying to cut through a present Grandpa George had wrapped with duct tape, just to be an asshole. (He did this to you every year, precisely because it frustrated you so much.)” — He’s so real for that! 🤣 Story time: when I give gifts to my brother and my mum, I put them in boxes so that I can duct tape the shit out of them so they have trouble opening it! It’s the best entertainment ever! Well, up until my birthday this year when my brother returned the favour.

“But Louisa looked up and met Ben’s gaze, giving him a wry smile and a lazy soldier’s salute.” — I love Louisa!

“Still, it was hard to get mad at someone like Marie. It would be like all those times he’d snapped at his own mother, leaving him feeling hollow inside afterwards. He’d always apologized to her later…in his own way.” — I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I adore it when you add things like this to his background. When you fill in the blanks of his past, it helps make him feel like a more fulfilling character and it really humanises him more.

““I found your stash of pictures under the bed, so I thought I’d put them together for you,” you said. You bit your lip in worry, hoping he would like it. You weren’t sure of his reaction yet.” — This is so sweet, and definitely something I myself would do! I’m very much a sentimental gift giver.

““Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said.” — Oh my gosh this was such a cute moment!!! 😭

I’m honestly speechless, this was such an amazing chapter and it really felt like it started to tie things up! Seeing Louisa kinda come to terms with Ben, and even getting him that whisky, was amazing to see! Trina got on my nerves, but seeing as how that was her purpose I’d say you hit the nail on the head with her behaviour 🤣 and the smut was absolutely superb! Ben and Pookie have come soooo far both as a couple and as individuals, and it makes me want to reread everyone from the start of BMD just to see how much things have changed!! Impeccable work as per usual my beloved! 💖💖

Love Actually - Part 3

Paring: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Summary: You and Ben steel yourselves in order to meet your crazy family for Christmas dinner.

AN: And here’s Part 3, lovelies. Stick around after the end for a special announcement (new BMD fic dropping next weekend)!

Remember, this is set in the same world as “Break Me Down,” and set before “Checkerboard.” There will be a few references to the original story in this. But on the whole, this can be read as a stand-alone!

Word Count: 5,300 Warnings: 18+ only! Smutty smut ahead. Lots of fluff and a potential overload of feels.~

Part 3: “Auld Lang Syne”

You leaned down, subtly grabbing his thigh.

“I need you,” you whispered in his ear. The tone of your voice set his blood alight with new interest.

Ben’s resulting smirk was subtle, but edged. “A tour it is.”

Ben got up from the couch, giving you a thinly veiled look of smugness. He knew you’d come around.

You nearly rolled your eyes.

But when you told your grandfather your plans to show your boyfriend the rest of the house, he just waved the two of you off. He was too invested in the baseball game to give it much thought.

Which left Ben to follow you up the stairs, where he admired the curve of your ass in this little dress. He couldn’t help himself. He reached out and grabbed a delectable handful.

You gasped and clung to the guardrail. You shot him a warning look over your shoulder, despite your smile.

Not yet, your gaze told him. But you took his hand and guided him the rest of the way up. His grip tightened on yours.

All right. He could wait.

When they got to the second floor though, Ben started to get curious about the large two-story house.

“I thought you said your mom had debts,” he said. “Supposedly, that’s why you took on the job of hunting me down.”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Don’t let that Betty Crocker apron fool you. She’s a degenerate gambler.”

Behind you, Ben’s brows rose a bit.

You paused a step. “Or, well, she used to be. As you know, my family has issues.”

He snorted in response. Something else occurred to him though.

“Is this the house you grew up in?” he asked. You full on stopped walking then.

“Oh, no,” you said, with a firm shake of your head. “She sold that house after the divorce. She bought this one with the settlement money.”

Ben ruminated over that as you led him into the guest bathroom. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, and by the time he turned around, you were there with your warm hands on his chest, shoving back his jacket.

He smirked and shrugged it off the rest of the way, then draped it on the doorknob behind him. He started with unbuttoning and rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

You watched him with hunger in your eyes, running your hands down his firm chest and solid abs.

You heaved a breath of relief when he pulled you in. He wrapped his arms around your waist and started kissing down your neck. You clung to his arms and tried to stop yourself from digging your nails into his nice shirt.

“What changed your mind?” Ben asked.

“Are you complaining?” you quipped.

“Always a fucking smartass,” he rejoined. And his lips left you, with him giving you raised brow. His thigh slipped between your legs, a slow and torturous friction. “Maybe I’ll just leave that pretty pussy on fire.”

Ugh, you thought. He could be so annoying. You leveled your stern eyes up at him.

“I need you to fuck me. Right now,” you said. “Or I’m gonna rip my aunt’s face off.”

You reached down to cup his length firmly through his slacks, earning a grunt from him. It ended on a groan when you grazed him with your nails. He chuckled deeply.

“That’s kinda hot,” he replied. An understatement. The hairs on his arms were standing up, along with his cock.

You smiled in amusement. “You would think so.”

He grabbed your arms and meant to kiss you, but you stopped him with your fingers against his lips.

“Two rules: this lipstick doesn’t come off. And no. Ripping. The dress.”

By no means did you want to get caught doing this. You already felt guilty, and you two hadn’t even done anything yet. But you needed this, or else you weren’t sure you could get through dinner without any violent incidents.

But you could tell that Ben was annoyed at being given restrictions as he stared down at you.

“You’re making a lot of fucking demands tonight,” he said, squeezing your arms a bit.

You smirked and tilted your face up to him. You leaned up, nearly brushing your lips with his.

“Isn’t it more satisfying when you have to work for it?” you asked.

Ben huffed, and almost rolled his eyes. If there was one thing you enjoyed doing, it was testing his fucking patience.

But then he smirked. “Fine.”

He gripped your arms tighter and turned you around, pressing you against the pristine granite countertop. You met his darkened gaze in the mirror.

You knew then that he was going to do one of his favorite things: taking you from behind while he made you watch. It wasn’t the first time, and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. But you parted your legs, your lower belly quivering with anticipation as his thigh encouraged you.

His hands soothed down your arms, dragging across your body, squeezing your breasts over your dress while his lips burned down your neck once more. His teeth grazed your skin, making you shudder.

You then remembered to turn the faucet on in the sink. It would create some more background noise, and hopefully disguise your moans as his hands traveled down your body.

You helped him slide the skirt of your dress up, tug your pantyhose down to your ankles without ripping them.

“Hmm, I like the black lace,” he murmured behind you. His fingers dragged down your skin along with your panties.

“I know,” you replied on a shaky breath, as his fingers teased the slit of your pussy from behind, brushing between the folds. “You bought ‘em last week.”

“Did I?” he mused, as his fingers found your clit. He rubbed a bit roughly, drawing a pleased sound from your lips. “I’ve got good taste.”

A smile broke out across your face. “See? I never need to pay you any compliments. You can stroke your own ego just fine.”

Ben tilted his head at you. He peered around your shoulder to catch your eye. You gave him a sly look over your shoulder, though it was edged with desire.

“Oh yeah?” His words were a challenge. His fingers entered you then, earning an even deeper moan from you, though you tried to taper it down. “Maybe I should let you stroke your own too, huh?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. Your inner walls were already clenching on his fingers, and you had to grab his arm and the counter for balance.

“Ben, please,” you whispered more raggedly. His smirk took on a wicked edge.

“Oh, now it’s please?” he said, his voice drawing deeper, more gruff. “Please what?”

You couldn’t speak. His fingers were working overtime pulsing inside you, while his other hand joined, parting your folds to press on your clit like a button. You were so fucking close, you could taste it…

But as soon as that coil began to truly tighten, Ben withdrew his fingers. You panted for breath, and your gaze snapped up to his in the mirror. You glared at him.

“What the f—”

“Answer me,” he demanded. “Or I really will walk the fuck out right now.”

Big talk, you thought, from the man with a rock-hard dick. But you blew out a breath and conceded to his demands.

“Please,” you said, reaching back to stroke his cheek, running your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer. Your hand clenched in his hair. And with the other, you took his hand, still wet from where it had been inside you, and brushed it against your slippery folds.

“This is all because of you,” you said. “Only ever for you. Fuck me until I break an ankle in these heels. ‘Til I can’t fucking breathe.”

Ben’s chest warmed. And it wasn’t just about his pride.

Somehow, you gave him everything he wanted to hear and more. Maybe that was part of what he loved about you. Even when you demanded from him, you gave him more of yourself.

So he gave you what you wanted. He guided you down onto the counter and rucked up your dress. Per rule #2, he did it gently enough so he wouldn’t rip the fabric.

You heard his pants unzipping, felt the weeping head of his cock against your folds, teasing you for a moment. You gripped the counter and made a sound of pleading frustration.

“I gotcha, baby,” Ben said, lowly in your ear. He gripped your hip and guided his cock inside you, nice and slow. You both breathed hard, trying to keep your voices down. He then bottomed out, and it made your inner walls flutter and tighten. He made a gutteral sound, low and pleased. “Such a good girl.”

His darkened green eyes fixed on yours in the mirror. It was heat and desire, but it was also deeper. It always had been, ever since he met you.

And for you, his gaze alone was a molten caress. If you had it your way, you could very well spend the rest of the night in the guest bathroom. In this very moment…

But it had already been a while in here. You didn’t know how much time you had left before someone came to find you two, so you squeezed his hand on your hip.

“Get going, cowboy,” you teased, but it was really a command. Ben saw it in your heated gaze in the mirror, meeting his. He slid out of you slow at first, but snapped back in harder. It made you jolt, but also shudder and squeeze him from the inside out. He wished he had the time to do this how he wanted, taking his time, but that was one thing they didn’t have.

He made up for it by taking you hard and deep, putting you through your paces. You held on for dear life while trying not to let your voice raise higher. It was a challenge for you, and you knew Ben liked hearing your voice. But when he hit a particularly good angle, you couldn’t help but cry out a bit.

He brushed your hair away from your neck and pressed his lips there. He had to bite down to stifle his own grunts. It had you gasping at pain mixed with pleasure.

He was getting close too; you could feel it in his wilder thrusts, in the tightening of his hand on your hip. You needed just a bit more.

“Ben,” you whispered. He heard the ragged need in your voice. He saw it in your eyes when he met them in the mirror, desperate for release.

“Tell me,” he ground out.

You took his hand guided it again down to part your folds. He took the hint and once again circled the pads of his fingers against your clit—this time with purpose. Your breath hitched as the coil in your belly finally snapped and released its warmth.

He gave you a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered as he groaned, and he spilled inside you.

Oh shit. You still hadn’t gotten your IUD replaced…

Oh fucking well, you thought, as your core still quivered with pleasure. This was worth playing a bit fast and loose with your birth control.

For a while, the sounds of your mingled breaths were almost drowned out by the water running. You turned off the faucet. Then your eyes met Ben’s in the mirror, and you smiled.

The corner of his mouth raised. He slid out of you, but you kept him close with a hand around the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. Part of you couldn’t believe you just fucked your boyfriend in your mother’s house, in the guest bathroom of all places. But you felt all the better for it.

Or at least, you no longer had a desire for blood. You stroked the arm that still held you upright, more bracing now than restrictive. You felt his seed spilling down your inner thighs, but you couldn’t yet force yourself to move. Your legs were still shaky.

However, you knew you could rely on the strong pillar of his arms holding you. Ben rested his cheek against your hair, pressing a kiss there.

“You’re beautiful tonight,” he said.

Your eyes widened with soft shock. When it slowly faded, you bit your lip. Your body shook with quiet laughter as your brows rose high.

“Right now?” you asked. With your dress rucked up and your pantyhose rolled down to your ankles.

“Yeah. Right now,” Ben said. “A fucking sight.”

And he meant it.

You could tell, and that warmed you down to your toes. Your smile softened as you rested against him and closed your eyes for a moment.

“You don’t know how glad I am that you’re here with me,” you said. “Thank you.”

“I’ve got some idea,” he murmured, smirking as you once again trembled with a giggle.

You reluctantly detangled yourself from him to reach down under the sink for a washcloth. Ben let go of your waist, only so he could take the small towel from your hand. You looked up at him in confusion, but he leaned around you to run the cloth under a bit of warm water from the sink.

He then got down on one knee in front of you, and proceeded to clean you up himself. Your eyes widened as you stared down at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

He’d never done this before. Something about it made you blush. The sheer intimacy of it, probably, of his hand running the warm cloth up your bare inner thighs. His free hand held one of your calves, his thumb resting just under your knee.

You had to reach for his shoulder to stabilize yourself when the cloth swiped between your thighs, against your sensitive core. It made your lower belly tingle again with a spark of arousal. You breathed in slow and deep before you spoke.

“Not that I’m complaining, but…” you trailed. You weren’t even able to finish your question.

Ben met your gaze with a raised brow. “What, can’t take care of my girl?”

It took you a moment, but eventually you smiled. The kind of smile that made your insides warm and buoyant, and your stomach clench.

You had a feeling he’d overheard you and your sister talking earlier. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d eavesdropped with his superior hearing.

Your expression faded a bit when something occurred to you. You tilted your head at him.

“You heard everything my aunt said, didn’t you?” you asked.

Ben paused a moment, holding the towel against your inner thigh. His lips drew downward as he remembered what he’d heard while trying to concentrate on the baseball game with George.

“I’m just sayin’!” Trina said. “He might have forever, but you certainly don’t.”

If Louisa hadn’t stepped in when she had, Ben might’ve had to ruin his new suit, if not the evening.

“Seems like having a big fucking mouth runs in your family,” he muttered.

You snorted. “Yeah, but mine’s endearing. She’s just a bitch, still bitter from her divorce.”

Ben didn’t answer. Though after he finished cleaning you up, he rested and elbow on his bent knee. His free hand dragged up your thigh and over your hip, squeezing soft flesh.

“Yeah well, put her in her place next time, or I will,” he said. His tone was edged, and you gave him a wry look.

“I’ll try not to give you the chance,” you said.

“I mean it,” Ben said. His gaze bore into yours, unyielding, even from where he knelt at your feet. He stood to his full height, tucking in his shirt and zipping his pants back up as he went.

“No one’s got the fucking right to talk about our business,” he said. “And you better not listen to a goddamn word. About me, and sure as shit, not about you.”

A small, sharp breath got stuck in your throat. Just then, you found you had to swallow past a swell of emotion lodging in your throat.

His hands found their way back to your hips and squeezed gently, but with purpose. You read it in his eyes.

“You hearing me?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your aunt was someone who always “meant well.” You had gotten far too used to swallowing your tongue for your mother’s sake. And at the end of the day, you usually knew how to let Trina’s words roll off. You’d certainly had plenty of practice.

But regardless, your heart grew for this man.

You took his face between your hands, and you kissed him deeply, breaking rule #1.

You took a few more minutes to fix your clothes, your hair, and yes, your lipstick.

When you two eventually went back downstairs, the table was nearly set. The appetizers and wine remained, along with the plates and silverware. All that was missing was dinner itself.

“Okay, looks like dinner’s about ready. I’m gonna go and help,” you said. You gave Ben a parting smile and let your fingers run down the back of his arm. He shot you a wink, and one last pat on the ass.

You had to stifle your squeal, sending him a playfully warning look on your way to the kitchen. You stepped back in to see your mom pouring the cranberry sauce into a serving pitcher.

“Oh, glad Miss Congeniality could grace us again with her presence,” Trina remarked at the sight of you.

You gave her a flat smile. “What do you need?”

“We’re serving. Help your mom,” she said, nodding behind her. You wordlessly agreed and went over to Marie, who gave you a curious look.

“Where were you all that time?” she asked. Louisa looked over with the same question in her eyes.

“Well, I said hi to Grandpa,” you said. It wasn’t a lie, and technically, nor were your next words. “And then I gave Ben a tour of the house.”

When the fuck is dinner already? Ben thought as he approached the dining table filled with mini quiche, pigs-in-a-blanket, and other appetizers. His stomach was starting to growl something fierce. He was craving real food, but he still grabbed one of the small plates.

While he surveyed the layout of finger food, Great Aunt Silvia sidled up next to him with her cane in hand. Ben noticed her out of the corner of his eye. According to George, she’d had a hip replacement last month.

“Hey, there,” he greeted somewhat politely, if distracted by adding food to his small plate.

“Oh, my days. You’re Soldier Boy,” she said in surprise. Her eyes twinkled with delight.

Where’ve you been, lady? Ben thought in annoyance. Oh, that’s right. Passed out in a damn oxy coma.

Before he could respond with something half gracious, he felt a bony hand get a meaty handful of his ass.

He actually flinched, more at the suddenness than anything else. A pig-in-a-blanket flew from his plate and rolled off the table.

Ben gave the old woman an incredulous look. What the fuck?

“Excuse me?” he uttered.

But of course, she played dumb. And she ducked quick when you came over with the mashed potatoes in large bowl. You set it down on the table, but you noted the grouchy look on his face as he looked past you into the living room. Great Aunt Sylvia waddled away with the help of her cane, back to her nice recliner.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, earning his attention.

“Silvia’s a wily old broad,” he muttered. At the look on your face, however, he felt the need to clarify. “Apparently she got my ass confused with the quiche.”

You bit your lip, and your eyes widened. You had to stifle a shocked giggle as you glanced past him to your great aunt, who’d taken her usual seat by her brother. You slid Ben a knowing smirk.

“I thought you liked older women,” you teased.

He scoffed. “Gotta draw the line somewhere. I think ‘hip replacement’ is that line.”

“Not running for the Astroglide, huh?” you whispered in his ear.

He grimaced, even though he also wanted to laugh. He just shook his head.

“Jesus Christ, enough.”

You stifled a laugh through your nose and soothed his arm.

“Here, help us with getting the ham on the table. Maybe we can avoid another member of my family playing grab ass.”

Once Christmas dinner was all set on the dining table, you were practically salivating. You had a hard time deciding on what to try first: the ham, the sweet potato casserole, the cranberry sauce, or stick as much of all three on your fork as you could.

You went with the latter, and Louisa eyed you with a laugh.

“What?” you asked with your mouth full. It got Ben’s attention as well.

“You do this every year,” Louisa remarked. “It’s like you forgot how long it takes to get dinner on the table in this house.”

“I’m freakin’ starving,” you admitted.

“Yeah? Worked up an appetite, did you?” Ben asked, a bit pointedly, despite the way he sipped at his wine. (And paying you back for that Astroglide quip).

You shot him a warning look at his audacity.

Louisa seemed to be the only one who caught the exchange, with a suspicious brow raise.

“So Ben,” Trina began, around a mouthful of ham. Already her voice set you on edge. “What was it like in the ‘40s? You know, with the Nazis and everything.”

You and Ben shared a subtle glance. His jaw clenched.

Fuuuucking hell, you thought.

From the head of the table, Grandpa George looked over at his eldest daughter with an annoyed glint in his eye.

“Katrina, do us all a favor,” he said wryly. “Keep stuffin’ your face.”

You bit your lip against a grin. Louisa shared your same problem, snorting into her Diet Coke.

Trina looked adequately indignant, but to everyone’s relief, she just pursed her lips and speared at her plate.

The rest of dinner was interesting, to say the least, with many questions thrown to Ben about his celebrity days. He ate up the attention, just as you thought he would. It seemed your little escapade upstairs loosened him up too. He told his favorite stories, editing the more graphic anecdotes out of some of them, you noticed gratefully.

The atmosphere only got tense when Ben bit into some kind of casserole Marie made. The texture was soft and stringy with green beans, but there was something unpleasantly sweet, and even crunchy in the middle. Uncooked noodles, maybe? Frankly, he wasn’t sure what he was eating.

“You all right, hun?” Marie asked him.

“What is this?” Ben asked, pointing down at his plate with a fork.

“Ah.” Trina peered at his plate, and then the suspect casserole. “It’s probably not quite right. God love her, but my sister’s no Gordon Ramsay.”

You frowned as your mom’s gaze fell. Her lips drew downwards in disappointment.

Before you could speak up, Ben’s voice stopped you.

“You know what,” Ben said. His voice was tight, in a way that told you he might just snap. Your aunt’s questions had gotten more intrusive and annoying over the past hour, too much even for him to let roll down his back. He was used to dealing with shitty press, but Trina was fucking relentless.

Someone better fucking muzzle this bitch before I do it for her.

The words were about to fly out of his mouth, in a very real threat. Ben only took his belt off in public for two reasons: a good fuck and a good old-fashioned hog tie. Your aunt was about to get the latter.

However, he could tell by the way you were gripping the edge of the table, you were bracing yourself for whatever he was going to say next. All eyes were on him.

Ben drew in a breath. With every cell of effort left in him, he turned to Marie with a smile. As pleasant as he could manage.

“I was just trying to figure out what you put in this, because it’s delicious,” he said.

Marie blinked with a bit of surprise, but then, she brightened.

“Oh…well, it’s just green bean casserole. A bit of butter, some Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup. That classic recipe,” she said.

But she paused, in a way that told Ben that the other shoe was about to drop.

“…And I just added a few raisins and walnuts this time. For some texture,” she said with a shrug. “You know, something different.”

She smiled at Ben, while he and the rest of the table tried not to grimace. Who the fuck puts raisins in cream of mushroom? That’s just wrong.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said.

Ben offered her a nod, but he had to take a long sip of wine to wash the unpleasant mix of overbearing salt and sweetness down.

He felt your soft hand squeeze his under the table. When he looked over, he found your subtle, thankful smile. The corner of his mouth raised, however slightly.

The night ticked on, and Ben subtly checked his watch while he chilled out on the couch. He was at the edge of the festivities now, as your family was exchanging gifts by the modest Christmas tree in the living room.

He surveyed them all—warm and comfortable with one other as they joked and hugged and talked and laughed. Even Trina looked less irritating.

Ben felt a bit like an intruder.

Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever had this. A quiet, family Christmas.

Though he was a bit surprised when Marie was the first one to walk over to him. She sat down on the couch and offered him two gift bags. One was larger than the other.

“You didn’t have to,” he told her, but she waved him off.

“Nonsense. When I saw this, I couldn’t help thinking of you,” she said. Ben began opening the larger one first. It was a simple, dark blue bag.

“You might think it’s silly,” she said, folding her hands in her lap in a slightly nervous gesture. “Feel free to return it if you don’t like it.”

Ben pulled out a nice bottle of whiskey. He actually appreciated this one.

“Oh! That’s from Louisa,” said Marie.

“Really?” He glanced over and found Louisa sitting on the floor beside you.

You were busy trying to cut through a present Grandpa George had wrapped with duct tape, just to be an asshole. (He did this to you every year, precisely because it frustrated you so much.)

But Louisa looked up and met Ben’s gaze, giving him a wry smile and a lazy soldier’s salute. His lips quirked, and he inclined his head in wordless thanks.

“This one next,” Marie prompted him. She tapped on the second gift bag, which was bright green and shiny.

There he found a leatherbound journal and a set of silver ballpoint pens. They looked expensive. They also reminded him of a set his father used to keep in his desk, in his study. Even the smell of the leather brought him back to that room, filled with books, crisp ink-filled pages, and tumblers of whiskey.

“I’ve worked in a hospital for over ten years, in the psychology wing,” Marie said. “I see a lot of veterans. Lisa, my friend who’s a nurse? She told me that writing things down can help with memories you want to keep, and sort through the ones you’d rather not.”

Ben held her gaze for a moment, but it soon fell to the journal. He didn’t really know what to say. For once, he was at a loss for words.

Mostly because he was irritated. He didn’t need what she was offering, and implying…

Still, it was hard to get mad at someone like Marie. It would be like all those times he’d snapped at his own mother, leaving him feeling hollow inside afterwards. He’d always apologized to her later…in his own way.

But that was a long time ago.

“Sorry,” Marie said eventually. “I know, you’re too busy for all that. But at least you’ve got the whiskey.”

“Thank you,” Ben said. But the reserved smile he offered her was more genuine than even he expected. The journal and the pens still laid in his lap.

Marie smiled warmly, and in it, Ben saw your inner softness. The way you cared about your family and your friends, and him…he knew then that it began here.

Marie gave his cheek a motherly pat. Ben allowed it, begrudgingly.

“We’re so glad you’re here, honey,” she said. “I hope you had a good time.”

He was a bit relieved when she finally moved on. She headed over to Louisa, who was opening one of her gifts. You got up off the floor returned to your boyfriend with a wrapped box in your hand. First, you admired his small haul.

“Look who’s popular,” you noted with a grin. Ben gave you a bemused look and put the gifts back in their respective bags.

“I’ve got one more for you,” you said, with a teasing smile that made him suspicious. You handed him the box, which was about the size of a large book. The sticker said it was from you, to him.

His brows furrowed. “What’s this?”

You already got him the watch. But at your gesturing, he ripped the green wrapping paper off to find…a photo album.

“Really, what is this?” he asked.

“You can’t tell?”

“I know what it is—”

“Well, then open it,” you prodded. You sat down next to him as he started flipping through the album.

The very first picture wiped the curious expression from his face. It was his mother, crisp in black and white. She was young and beautiful and smiling almost shyly for the camera on a windy day.

Right beside it, there was one of his parents’ wedding pictures, old and yellowed around the corners. The third was a faded picture of the club where his parents met. His mother had been a singer there.

You leaned over with a hand on his shoulder. Ben looked over at you.

“What the hell did you do?” Ben he asked. His face was hard to read, but he didn’t look upset. His tone was more resigned.

“I found your stash of pictures under the bed, so I thought I’d put them together for you,” you said. You bit your lip in worry, hoping he would like it. You weren’t sure of his reaction yet.

After a moment, he kept flipping. Next were a few pictures of himself, incredibly young and already with a familiar cocky grin. There was even a rare picture of him and his parents together. He remembered when and where it was taken—at his father’s birthday, right after Ben got kicked out of boarding school.

He hadn’t looked at these pictures in…hell. It’d been decades. He'd retrieved them from an old storage locker last month, but hadn't gotten around to actually opening up the box. Now, he supposed, he didn't have to.

But the album then skipped ahead, by a lot, because the next row of pictures was unfamiliar to him—ones you must’ve added.

They were of the Supe Affairs team. One was a group picture Hughie managed to grab with all of you in it.

There was another right beside it, of Hughie trying to lift Ben’s shield.

“When the fuck did that little shit get ahold of my shield?” Ben groused.

“No idea,” you said with a smile, and you flipped the page. There was an old school polaroid of you with Frenchie and Kimiko, sharing milkshakes. Then you and Annie, clinking cocktails together. Followed by you and M.M. trying to beat Butcher at backgammon.

And then one of you, your friend Yvette, and her son Devon in Central Park. Another beside it, on that same day, where Ben had an arm raised high and parallel to the ground, and Devon clung onto his arm with a wide smile.

Ben lingered on that picture for a moment. He was too engrossed in it to see you glance at him, smiling.

He flipped to the next page, where there was a picture of just you and Ben, sleeping in the jet on the way back from a rare field mission you were a part of. He was still in his supe suit, with an arm thrown around your waist. You were resting on his chest, and both of you were completely knocked out. Ben quirked a smile at that one.

On that page and the next was a series of pictures from the past few months. He didn’t know this, but you’d been collecting them from your phone and had gotten them developed.

There was the first time Ben got you to ride a motorcycle with him. You were apprehensive, clinging to him for dear life while he grinned. It had taken him a while to convince you to hop on, but the only thing that worked was finally telling you the truth.

“You really think for one damn second that I’m gonna let you fall?”

The next picture was one he got of you, fresh out of the shower with a towel barely wrapped around you. You were clearly annoyed, but also amused that he’d surprised you with the camera. Ben now pointed to it.

“That one’s my favorite,” he grinned.

“Shocker,” you said with a chuckle. “Keep flipping.”

He then got to one you took of him. He was sitting out on the balcony, half-dressed with a cigar puffing away. The sun was setting beyond him. You caught his profile as he turned to look at you over his shoulder.

It was a good memory for you, and some damn good photography skills, if you did say so yourself.

But there was another picture that drew Ben’s eye. It was one that Annie sneakily took of you and him on a night out with her, Hughie, Kimiko, and Frenchie. After a bit of alcohol and cajoling, you’d managed to get Ben out on the dance floor. You were both dewy with sweat from dancing. The lighting was off because of the darkness of the club.

But the way he was holding you, looking at you with fire thinly veiled behind his eyes, and the way you were looking up at him, like you’d never been more satisfied than to be right where you were…

It was a damn perfect moment captured in four corners. And as Ben’s finger traced the edge of them, he couldn’t stop staring at what it held.

Until you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Merry Christmas,” you said. And you hoped it was officially a good one.

When Ben once again turned his head to look at you, he couldn’t help but reach out and frame your face with his hand. He then leaned in and kissed you, unhurried, but with an underlying passion.

Delightful heat crawled down your spine. You grasped his collar to keep him where you wanted him.

Meanwhile, the two of you didn’t realize that the rest of your family was surreptitiously watching the little scene. Trina and Marie shared amused smiles. George was glad to see that you finally seemed happy. Sylvia was, once again, passed out in the recliner.

Louisa’s expression was more reserved…but her eyes softened. Maybe she didn’t have to worry about you so much after all.

And when Ben finally parted from you, he thumbed gently at your chin.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart,” he said.

You and Ben left your mother’s house with plenty of leftover food and a haul of presents, which you both brought upstairs into your apartment.

“So, I know there were some snafus, but it was nice, right?” you asked him as you made your way into the bedroom.

Ben was already there at his dresser, taking off his new watch and placing it back in its black suede box for safe keeping. He considered your words with a nod, and a smile you couldn’t see.

“It wasn’t bad,” he said.

You nodded in satisfaction. That was practically a glowing review, coming from him.

His gaze found yours in the mirror, those perfectly red painted lips forming a smile as you approach from behind. Your hands travelled through the bows of his arms to unbuckle his belt for him.

“I know you did me a lot of favors today, but I’m gonna need one more,” you said, with a coy smile curving your lips. “I need your help taking off this lipstick.”

Smirking, Ben turned in your arms and leaned back casually against the dresser. Using his unfastened belt as leverage, you leaned up in your heels and met his lips in a slow, but fiery kiss.

His eyes unconsciously closed as the scent of your perfume once again invaded his nose. It was less powerful by now, but it still clung to your skin like a soft imprint. He liked it.

After your lips drew away from his, Ben watched you make a show of undoing the small latch on his pants, and then his zipper. He sunk his fingers into the soft waves of your hair, and he gave you a charming grin that once got him starlets and movie deals.

“Well, I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he said.

You smirked at that. You didn’t know if fucking you in your mom’s house constituted as gentlemanly behavior, but you’d let that slide.

And you did some sliding yourself, down his strong thighs and onto your knees. He could take care of you all right, but you prided yourself on taking care of him too.

AN: And there you have it, folks. 😜 What did you think? From bathroom shenanigans and Christmas dinner to some good old-fashioned gift giving. I think we covered it all! lol

Coming Soon: "Strong As Blood"

The next story I have lined up for the BMD-verse will probably be my last planned one for a hot minute, other than one request I got that I really want to do in the near future (but I haven't written it as of yet).

This next one is called, "Strong As Blood":

Summary: After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out?

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

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𓆩♡𓆪 episode six: IT BEGINS.

HEHE this episode is a major L ngl but look i had to add hunter one way or another he’s so fucking hot oh my god yo smut warning btw LMAO ,, anyways, the y/n fanboy club will only expand from here so get ready yall all the boys and girls wanna kiss y/n

10:31 am, at the hotel.

it was in the air.

what was ‘it’?

chaos.

chaos was in the air.

ever since your promo with The Undertaker last week, it felt like you were sitting on a volcano waiting to erupt.

you were put in several storyline that got cancelled, had three separate gimmick changes pitched, two underdeveloped love angles, twelve - you counted - times you almost turned heel, and you almost got yourself and Shawn suspended for a fight you had backstage.

fun, exciting even, to say the least.

Lita almost got dropped off of Taker’s team because of an injury she got during a house show, Owen had twisted his ankle, and Steve and Bret were now in a feud within the Taker-Y/n angle and Sherri and Luna seemed to be wrestling each other in every house show.

Vince was clearly beginning to lose his sanity bit by bit everyday and it was showing. he fired and rehired six wrestlers and twenty staff members in the same hour, almost completely cancelled you and Taker’s feud and allegedly - has been in talks with some ex WCW guys to sign in them with the WWF, since WCW seemed to be stealing all the top stars he had.

one of the WCW guys that came was Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you’ve always seen him around, but nothing ever stuck. he’s pretty cool, sweet guy, very much talented. you two only began building a friendship after his debut, he was the new comer who was trying to make his way through the company.

several people advised him to get to know you if he wanted to get to the top, after all no one knows how to jump to the top of the mountain like you do. but also, he was advised to befriend Shawn as well.

swell.

poor Hunter, he quickly found himself being the middleman in you and Shawn’s bullshit. he wound up quickly befriending Chyna as well since she was the middleman in your shit as well.

fuck it. new friend group, why not? maybe being friends with Shawn will shut him up.

“’fuck are you looking at?” Shawn asks.

or not.

“did I say a fucking a thing?” you ask.

Chyna groans putting her fork down, “here we go again..” Hunter mutters. all four of you were trying to have breakfast as a friends, a way to get to know Hunter better and to make him feel welcomed. but god forbid Shawn lets you exist in peace.

“quit staring at me” Shawn huffs and you raise your eyebrows, “that’s rich coming from the guy who calls me pretty all the time” you cross your arms. “so what? do you not like compliments?” he asks. “don’t you?” you counter.

“what does that have to do with anything?” he asks, “what if i’m looking at you trying to compliment you?” you snicker.

“then compliment me.” he crosses his arms.

“trash bag hoe.” you smile.

“one meal. can we have one meal in peace?” Chyna says through gritted teeth. “how are you guys always fighting?” Hunter asks.

sweet, innocent, baby Hunter. hasn’t seen a thing yet.

Chyna chuckles, “should’ve seen them when they first met”.

“anyways” you look Shawn up and down before diverting your attention to Hunter, “nitro boy!” you run your hand up his muscular bicep, “what do you bring to the company?”

“well, youth hopefully? a bit sick of Hogan, Warrior and the rest” Hunter answers. “tell me about it” Shawn mutters.

“you’re pretty good, I’ve seen some of your matches” Chyna comments, “thank you!” Hunter smiles.

Hunter was Vince’s ideal type of male wrestler. 6 foot 3 inches tall, muscular as fuck, blond, beautiful and coquettish, hm…

you couldn’t deny, the man was attractive. very attractive.

Hunter on the other hand, was unintentionally giving you the eyes, unintentionally! he didn’t mean to, but you yourself were … oh god, you were something.

you weren’t exactly paying attention to what he was saying, nor were Chyna and Shawn. Chyna was more focused on eating her breakfast that you and Shawn’s bickering stopped her from, and Shawn… well. He was more focused on the look Hunter was giving you.

Shawn has made it very clear, several times, that he wants you - or to at least sleep with you - but here you were giving his friend all your attention. he’s known you for longer! and he’s hotter! what makes Hunter better than him?

the look on Shawn’s face was unmatched. he was jealous and he couldn’t hide it, at all.

“y’all wanna go out later?” Chyna asked without a mouthful, “yeah, why not.” Shawn said forcing a smile. “there’s a club down the block if y’all wanna head there” you suggest. “yeah, that’s sounds nice” Hunter smiles. “I’ll call Scott and Kev, they’ll really like you, Hunt.” Shawn says.

“Chy, you wanna workout?” Shawn asks, and the dark haired girl looks at him like he just asked the impossible. “I can never understand how you eat a big meal then immediately got to the gym. bro, I’m ready to take a nap” Chyna leans back in her seat. “i’ll walk with you there though” she adds.

“y’all coming?” Shawn asks as he and Chyna get up. Hunter shakes his head, “I think we’ll stay here a bit longer..” Hunter looks at you, hand hovering over yours. Chyna gives you a knowing smirk while Shawn clenches his jaw.

alright then.

4:44 pm, the girls’ room.

“where have you been?” Lita asked, you close the door behind you and walk into the flat. “breakfast down in the hotel restaurant” you answer. you sit on the couch opposite the t.v. “why are you laying in the floor?” you ask.

she shrugs, “I don’t know, it’s kinda comfortable” she replied. “but your ankle..?” you begin, “it’s fine, don’t worry about it” Lita waved. “wait…” she sits up. you look at her.

“it’s almost five right now, what are you doing at ‘breakfast’ this late?” Lita asked.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“dude, they stop serving breakfast at eleven” she explained, “and I know damn well you weren’t down there with Shawn”.

you bite back a smile and Lita instantly gets it.

“oh my god” her eyes lit up, “oh my god it’s Hunter isn’t it” she laughs, “maybe..” you mumble. if Lita could jump and do a backflip she would, she knew it. she’s seen the way Hunter interacts with you, she just knew he had a thing for you.

“what did I say!?” she laughs, you roll your eyes as a small smile forms on your lips. “yeah, yeah, you told me, whatever” you say.

“what’s going on?”, you look towards the room behind you, Chyna was shuffling her way out, rubbing her eyes. “you actually slept?” you ask. she yawns, stretching her arms before flopping besides Lita on the floor. “man, I could barely open my eyes” she groggily says. “what are y’all talking about?” she asks.

“Hunter has a crush on y/n!” Lita excitedly answers, “hey! no he doesn’t!” you say. Chyna chuckles, “pfft, he totally does” she says nudging Lita’s shoulder. “you should’ve seen the way they were looking at each other breakfast” Chyna adds.

“okay but have you seen the guy? he’s so hot” you say, both girls smirk at you and you roll your eyes again. you groan with a smile, “ugh, we’re going out later, i’m taking my chances to be honest” you say.

“damn y’all leaving me here?” Lita sarcastically remarked, “oh I’ll carry you on my back if you want, baby” Chyna laughs, “for real though, you need to have him wrapped around your finger” Lita says. “maybe Shawn will leave you alone” she adds.

you hum, “I mean, his friend likes you, I think that should be enough for him to leave you alone” Chyna explains.

Shawn Michaels? leaving you alone? and you get to have a fine man around your finger?

“sign me up honestly”

“i’m hungry” Lita groaned, “me too” you agree. Chyna stands up and stretches again, “weren’t you in the hotel restaurant just now?” she ask, you nod. “they stopped serving, me and Hunter were just talking” you answer.

“they should be serving lunch by now though” Lita picked up a menu that was sitting by the t.v and examined it. “sushi! what do we think?” she asked.

<<5:20 pm>>

“I underestimated how much there will be” Lita said. there was an entire wooden boat that was at least a metre long filled with sushi placed on the kitchen isle. “what did you expect? the menu said ‘sushi boat’” Chyna said sitting on a stool. “we’ll I didn’t expect this much!” Lita said handing you and Chyna chopsticks.

“let me tell y’all about this shit I heard the other” Lita says as you begin to eat. you sat next to Chyna and looked at Lita. “the other day, me and Owen were talking shit about people” she begins.

“per usual” Chyna laughs, “and apparently the Shawn-Sunny thing is picking up again” she says “HM?” you hum with a mouthful and Chyna’s eyes widen. “I know!” she laughs.

“again?” Chyna asks, “we doin this shit again?” she sounds unimpressed. “the locker room is already in shambles, we don’t need this” you say cocking you head. “I know! and also-”

“oh my god, there’s more!?” Chyna asks, “baby that’s your friend” Lita points at her, “he’s the messy one here” she adds. “also, allegedly, allegedly, Shawn is only doing this because a certain someone keeps rejecting him and he wanted to make her jealous” she explains.

both girls look at you and your head falls to your palm, “he deadass needs to give up, like seriously” you sigh. “asking Shawn to stop being a man whore is like asking the earth to stop spinning, trust me I’ve seen some shit” Chyna says.

“what is it with Sunny too? isn’t she and Candido married?” you ask. “mhm” Lita hums again, “she’s a messy bitch and honestly, bring the drama, Vince needs some controversy right now” you say. “not that type of drama though, what the hell” Chyna says.

you three continue gossiping about things you’ve seen and heard this week but the conversation somehow rolled back to you and Hunter.

“I’m considering seriously having him, or at least having him on the side” you say, “I feel like that’ll cause drama too” Chyna says, “how?” you ask.

“well, you know, Shawn isn’t the only one who kinda really really wants you in the locker room…” she said.

“oou, who else?” Lita excitedly asks, “have y’all seen that guy.. uhm.. Rocky! that one!” Chyna says, “Rocky Maiavia or something like at”

you frown a bit, you’ve heard that name backstage, but you couldn’t remember what he looked like.

“there’s also Al Snow, apparently when you first came he couldn’t stop talking about how hot you were and him and Bret almost go into it” Lita comments. “why am I the last person to find out?” your frown gets deeper, “I though that was common knowledge?” Lita questions.

“babe, there’s so many more. Billy Gun, Matt and Jeff, Brain Pillman…”

as the names kept piling up, you immediately noticed that these were people Shawn got into fights with frequently. it has to be because they liked you. it has to be.

when is it going to click that he’s never making it to the final cut?

9:39 pm, the girls’ room.

you woke up disoriented. you didn’t recall going into a room nor falling asleep. you moved your leg and it hit something stiff, you sit up and look around you. the clock opposite the bed was barely visible. you look at what your leg hit, Chyna’s hip.

you look back at the clock, one hand pointed to the nine and the other to the forty minute mark.

damn it’s nine p.m?

you scratch your shoulder and look over to the other bed, Lita was also laying motionless. you cartoonishly smack your lips and rub your eyes, it took a couple minutes for you open them fully and only then did it click to you.

damn it’s nine p.m!

“oh my fucking god” you muttered.

you’re supposed to go out with Hunter! and Chyna and Shawn too.. but here you both were.

you pat on Chyna’s shoulder, then you begin patting aggressively, now you were violently shaking her. she groaned and sat up.

“what are you doing?” she groggily asks, you quickly cover her mouth and point to Lita who was still asleep.

you both tiptoe outside into the living room, “when did we fall asleep?” Chyna asks flopping onto the couch, you quickly grab her arm and pull her away from the couch. “I don’t remember either, but c’mon, we’re going out with Hunter! … and Shawn! him too..” you squeal.

“uuuggghhh” Chyna slowly falls to the ground, “I’m so tttiiirrreeeddd” she whines, “but I wanna get dddrrruuunnnkkk” she whines again making you laugh.

both of you make your way to the other bedroom and quickly shower as Chyna picks out outfits for both of you.

it wasn’t long before you were drying up and slipping into your outfit, and you must admit. Chyna has an incredible sense of fashion.

your corset top pushed up your breasts and it wouldn’t be that hard for anyone to see your cleavage, you mini skirt was as mini as ever. a mini skirt should be the size of a belt, and that wasn’t exactly how short it was but it was quite short. your heels made your legs look longer and pulled your outfit together.

you looked good, per usual.

you applied your makeup and quickly curled two piece of your hair at the front to frame your face, you put on your earrings and grabbed your red bag, “you ready?” Chyna asks and she fixes her hair, “yup!” you nod.

<<10:43>>

the place was obviously noisy, after all people come here to get drunk. Hunter wasn’t letting you go at all, from the moment you walked in his arms clung to your hips, and compliments seemed to naturally leave his mouth.

Scott and Kevin kept complimenting you too, you were really fucking hot. exactly how Shawn described you to them over the phone, the saw exactly why Shawn wanted you so badly.

something about you was so alluring, you had this attractiveness to you, they were attracted to you. they couldn’t tell if it was your eyes … or lips… whatever it is! Hunter’s hands on you sent a clear message to them, especially to Shawn. Shawn was chatting up some random girl he just happened to see, he wasn’t even pretending to care about what she was saying.

he was staring looking at you, sitting comfortably on Hunter’s lap, giggling and smiling against his chest. he can feel this heavy feeling of … something … he wouldn’t call it jealousy, it was straight up envy.

why him? why Hunter? Shawn wanted you, but you were giving Hunter what he wanted.

you really liked Hunter. he was so sickeningly sweet, very gentlemanly, the compliments never seemed to stop. he was spoiling you a lot too, he brought with him a little Tiffany and Co bag, gifting you a gorgeous necklace. he filled your cups, drink after drink, from the most expensive ones with names that were hard to pronounce to the ones that tasted like a broke student’s frat party.

his lips would’ve dripped of honey with how much sweet words were coming out them.

he pulled you closer to him, his hands kept rubbing over your thighs, and hovering over your neck and waist. the place was dark so no one could see what he was doing, unless they were focused on you which would be weird, but for the most part, his touches went unseen.

“your skirt is really short, angel” he spoke into your ear, something about that sent to you into a fight or flight mode. Scott and Kevin were arguing loudly over and game of cards, you look over at the bar and Shawn was ordering a drink for himself and Chyna who was now sitting in the girls’ place.

“mhm” you hummed, Hunter’s large hand slowly slid up your skirt. “wanna go somewhere private?” he asked, you look around you one more time, no one gives a fuck. so why would you?

you straddle him, turning to face him. wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him deeply, his arms pull on your waist bringing you closer to him. you unconsciously grind on his thigh. “I’ll take that as a yes” he breathlessly says, the ‘innocent’ kissing goes on for a while before you’re interrupted by Kevin announcing that he’ll go get more drinks.

Hunter pulls you off of him as he stands up, taking your hand in his. he dragged you to the darkest corner of the club, you could see everyone from this angle but no one can see you.

Hunter’s leg pushes yours open you continue making out again. his hands guided your hips to grinding on his thigh, his hand slipped up your skirt again but this time he gripped on your panties. he can easily rip them off, so he did.

“Hunter..” you whimper, your pussy felt uncomfortably hot. the rough fabric of his jeans pushing and pulling against your clit. “you got it baby, c’mon” he encouraged directly in your ear, “so pretty for me”.

you wanted to fuck him, for more than one reason. one them being that your could tell by his voice that he was one to whimper, probably verbally vocal too.

Hunter could feel a wet patch form over his pants, it was such a turn on for him. “you know” he began, ever since your debut match, I kinda developed a crush on you” he confessed, “the way you were so effortlessly throwing Alundra around made me wanna .. uhm h-have you..” he trailed off.

you pull his hand down to your waist again, your other hand climbing up to his cheek gently caressing it. “have me what, Hunter?” you ask. Hunter gulps, nervously he leans is a kisses you again. you push him away from you and push him back against the wall your were once at. his hands immediately fly back to your waist, “answer me” you say.

“I want to you fuck me” he breaths out, “I want you control me and throw me around too, I wanna be yours to play with” he confesses again. you smirk, well this should be fun.

“oh yeah?” you ask, he nods. you look up at him, he’s so pretty. “how bad do you want me?” you ask, Hunter grabs your hand and places it right in front of his clothed boner, you could’ve sworn you felt it throb and twitch at your touch.

“really, really bad” Hunter whimpered.

bingo! you knew he was the type to whimper.

the only time you stop by the little booth you were sat in was to grab your bag, Hunter was eagerly pulling you away from everyone. he was really horny, almost unbearably, and you’ve barely done anything. his mind ran wild with ideas of what you’ll do to him.

Shawn’s eyes found you once more, he watched closely as you and Hunter held hands and walked out of the club, both of you smiling.

he looked down at his drink, wondering what was he doing wrong. “you okay?” Chyna asks, yet Shawn, never answered.

#rainchyna #sour grapes #rainchyna’s sour grapes #wwe x reader #wwe headcanons #wwe fics #wwe fanfic #wwf fanfic #wwf x reader #wwf headcanons #wwe shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels x reader

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dumbfuck-mojave · 3 years ago

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Coming Out to Steve and Eddie as Bisexual (Separate Scenarios)

Franchise: Stranger Things

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader (Can be read as platonic or romantic!! Whatever suits you most <3)

Also Featured: Mentions of Wayne, Robin, unnamed Family Video Customer

Warnings: Food, a really brief mention of the pencil scene from Evil Dead (injury, blood). Eddie and Steve both use petnames but it can still be platonic.

A/N: Well I didn’t plan on the over a month writing hiatus but I’m back, writing for more Midwestern characters. I wanted to have an undeniable Midwestern thing in this one and that evolved into Eddie being a diehard Puppy Chow fan, and me wanting to write a full fic where he and his partner make it for Hellfire lol. So if you like Stranger Things and my writing style, give me a follow and look forward to that. I also made Eddie specifically unlabeled queer, I was originally gonna make it ambiguous but this is my fic so >:(. And I think it’s funny if he’s a little bitch when it comes to horror movies so I also threw that in lol. I hope you enjoy!! I might do this for Jonathan in the future as well.

This was inspired by @kaylawritesfics headcanons on coming out to the older ST characters! Make sure to give that post a like/reblog and give her a follow, she was one of the first ST writers I read on my private account and her work is amazing!!

Word Count:

Steve- 1,368

Eddie- 1,177

@dollyghostface @horrorstolemyheart @kaylawritesfics and @loveronlineee who I also read a lot and recall seeing they were okay with being tagged in stuff :))

Support a disabled creator this disability pride month :D

-Steve Harrington-

It was almost closing time when a young woman slipped through the door of Family Video, carrying a stack of tapes the length of her torso. You had your back partially turned to the register and the door, sorting through the new inventory, so Steve had hopped up from the rolling chair he was sitting in to assist her. It had been relatively quiet for the past few hours, and that didn’t change much; The woman had a quiet voice, the sound barely overshadowing the methodic tapping of computer keys as Steve typed and the pirouetting seat of the chair, still recovering from his sudden upheaval. You figured, despite the amount of tapes she had brought in, it would be a relatively quick final task of the day. You were wrong.

“I’m honestly appalled.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Steve.”

“No, Y/N, because look at this!” He gestures aggressively to the partially broken down stack in front of him, then picks one up with flamboyance, “There’s like 20 tapes here! Are we even allowed to rent out that many to one person!?”

“Actually, I don’t think so-”

“AND SHE DIDN’T REWIND ANY OF THEM! Like Jeez, if you’re gonna be a lousy customer at least be only half lousy! Thank God I didn’t just shove them out like I wanted because if I didn’t discover this I would be in so much shit-”

“Aw, you poor baby. Actually having to do your job.” You fake pouted at him.

“Yeah, well, at least I’m doing something productive.” He shot back, even though it didn’t have much fire behind it. It’s rare that he’s genuinely mad at you (Or anyone else, for that matter).

You looked down at your swinging feet coming in to view over your knees every few seconds or so, having hopped onto the counter after finishing sorting the new tapes into “easy to put out genre piles” for tomorrow. There’s been a bit of delay with your stock recently, and you had gotten triple the amount you usually did in one delivery today so you thought the normal system could change a little bit because of it. Sort it all out today, put it all out when you come in for the opening shift tomorrow. Simple.

“I’ve been productive all day, Steve! I didn’t see your ass wanting to sort through all this bullshit.”

Steve clicks his tongue, “Language.”

“Oh, shut up.”

You both started chuckling at that. You glance over at his stack of tapes, still messy but forming some sense of order as he places the rewound ones back in their own pile. He sighs as he pulls another one out of its cover, changing it out for the one that has just finished rewinding with a pop.

Your caution blanks on you for a moment, just one moment. But it allows your words to overtake you.

“Hey, can I tell you something?”

Oh shit.

As Steve looks at you curiously, you feel like you’re going to pass out, or throw up, or both. You debated on getting off the counter, but decided to stay put so as to not make a fool of yourself floundering to find a new seat.

It’s not like you didn’t want to tell Steve, you loved him and you knew he would be accepting, but even knowing that information didn’t help the anxiety that blanketed the struggle of trying to build yourself up to this point over the last few months. This wasn’t the way you wanted to do it, you wanted it to happen when you were completely comfortable and secure, maybe during a late night talk or near the end of a long phone call. The still moment in the car as you finally arrive home after a long trip. Anything but this, right now.

“Yeah, of course? Are you okay?”

“It’s something important.” Once again, not what you wanted to say.

“Alright, but are you okay? You’re looking a little sick there, peaches.”

You feel a little more life rush back into you as you scoff.

“Again with the ‘peaches’?”

“What, I thought you liked it!”

“When you said it the first time I laughed, that’s not confirmation I like it.”

Steve saunters towards you, “Welllll, you’re laughing now and you don’t look 2 seconds away from dying anymore, so I consider it a win.”

A small chuckle bubbles up in your throat, “Scoffing is not laughing, Harrington. Now this, what I’m doing right now? Is laughing.”

“A win!”

“A win because of how stupid you are!”

“Still a win!” Steve had made it over to you by now, leaning back against the counter as he looks up at you. He nudges your knee with his elbow, “So, what do you want to talk about?”

Nervousness invades you again, and Steve notices as your lips slightly turn down.

“Hey, it’s okay! I promise, don’t back out on me now. I’m sure you’ll feel better after saying it.”

He says it with a smile, and you can’t help but silently agree with him. Your gaze diverts to the door and Steve follows it, turning his head.

“Do you want me to lock the door? That way no one will come in, it’ll be just us.”

You nod. Steve moves quickly throughout the store, first locking the door then flipping off some switches so all the outside lights were off and only a few remained on inside. Legs flew in your peripheral as he launched over the counter, nearly falling as he situated himself up beside you.

“If you would have fallen and broken your face, I would’ve laughed as I drove you to the hospital.”

“Shhhh,” Steve hushes as he puts his arm around your shoulders, “We’re focusing on you now.”

“Yeah… focusing on me.”

Steve’s brows furrow, “I know what I said a few minutes ago but you really don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

You took a deep breath in, “No, I want to.”

You pause again, leaning your head on Steve's shoulder as his thumb starts to rub gentle circles into your cloth covered one.

Finally, you speak.

“I’m bisexual.” You close your eyes and a beat passes. But you have to hand it to Steve, there’s barely any time for you to start doubting before he replies.

“That…. That means you’re into both boys and girls, right? Just want to make sure before I say anything stupidly incorrect.”

You smile, nuzzling more into his shoulder as his grip around you tightens, “That and the in-between, but yes.”

“Alright, cool.” You can feel his jaw move against the side of your head as he lays his own on top of yours, “Thank you for trusting me. I’m sorry I don’t have much else to say.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” You nudge your head away from his, looking at his face, “I feel a lot better now.”

He softly smiles at you, “I’m glad. You know I wouldn’t care no matter what, right?”

Shrugging, you respond, “Yeah, but it’s still scary.”

“Yeah, yeah, for sure. Your ‘secret’ is safe with me.” He sloppily salutes and you cackle, hoping off the counter.

“Alright sailor boy, how about we head out of this joint. The seas await us.”

“That’s former sailor boy to you. And a fellow employee pressuring me into leaving before I’ve finished all my work? I might just report you for that.”

“Whatever, I can just get Robin to do the rest tomorrow!” You yell over your shoulder, heading into the back to pick up your and Steve’s stuff as he shuts off the rest of the lights. There’s still dim natural light out, so you see his featureless form waiting for you by the door. He swings it open when you get close enough.

“I’m really happy I told you, I’ve been freaking out about it for so long.” You look over at him as you both walk towards his car.

“I’m glad you told me too, now I can judge your taste in both guys and girls,” He unlocks the car and finger guns at you over the hood, “And everything in between.”

-Eddie Munson-

“Home sweet home!” Eddie yelled out as he kicked his leg up to hold the door open, hands full as he gestures you inside with his head.

“Your home, not my home.” You reply as you set your own bags down on the small collapsible table in the kitchen area. You weren’t even sure who had pulled it out, or why, Wayne usually eats a small supper at work while Eddie takes whatever he can scrounge up into his room. Even when there were people over, like you or some neighbor Wayne was friendly with, the meal was eaten while watching TV in the living area, surrounded by hats and mugs basked in the dim overhead light. It was nice. Homey, you thought.

“It could be our home. What do you say, roommates?” Eddie wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, pulling the last of the things out of your bags and reaching over to unpack Eddie’s.

“I’m sure your uncle would absolutely adore having another person cramped up in here.”

“Hey, it’s not cramped!”

“With three people and three people’s amount of stuff, it definitely will be.”

When Eddie doesn't respond immediately, you glance up and are met with a confused expression on his face while he looks down at his hands, flexing them slightly.

“Hey, bud, you doing okay?”

“I’m trying to remember if I forgot anything.” He mumbles quietly, his fingers starting to move as he counted to himself.

“We picked up the movie yesterday, we walked in just as Steve dropped a tape in front of that group of girls.”

He smacked his hand down on the table, rings clacking together as he pointed the other one at you, “That’s it! I swear, I remembered we did that all day, but it just… flew off right then.”

“It’s okay, I was kind of expecting it.”

Eddie clutches his chest, eyes widening as he gasps dramatically, “Sweetheart, light of my life, how could you say such things!”

You smirk but roll your eyes, taking a slight step back as he tries to throw his arms around you, just to up the dramatics a bit.

“Light of my life? Seems a bit too Grecian for you, Eds.”

“Oh, I have more where that came from. I can be one sappy motherfucker if I do so desire to be.” He shoulder shimmies, a teasing look in his brown eyes.

“Alright, Euripides, let’s get to what we’re actually supposed to be doing tonight.”

“What?”

“He was a tragedian in ancient Greece, his play is where the ‘light of my life’ thing first popped up. He wrote depressing shit, I had to do a report on it, let’s move on.”

Eddie’s body, which had been surprisingly still during your explanation, jumped back into motion at your suggestion.

“Let’s! So, we got Bottle Caps, M&M’s, Nerds, like six different types of chips, that Puppy Chow we made yesterday after we apparently rented out the movie, let’s see what else....”

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The pencil impales the back of Linda’s ankle, gooey red blood pouring out, as Eddie hides his face into the pillow he’s been clutching and groans.

“Wow, that’s gnarly.” You chuckle as you pause the movie, turning to him. His head shoots up to look at you, a look of disbelief in his wide eyes.

“Are you kidding me? That was awful. That was torture, who would ever want to watch this shit?”

“Uh, you, Eddie. You’re the one who suggested Evil Dead.” You deadpan back.

“Well, I forgot about this scene.”

“If you would just admit you’re a pussy-”

“I AM NOT-”

“Then stop complaining and watch the damn movie, Munson!”

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick fuck you are if you want to watch some lady get stabbed in the foot but I’m really starting to reconsider the people I choose to spend time with right now! I may write some mean shit for my campaigns, but at least I don’t have to visually witness it happening.”

You sigh, flopping further into the couch, “We can stop if you’d like.”

Eddie bites his nails in thought, “No, I just want to take a break. I need more Puppy Chow, and can you please not keep it paused at this particular moment.”

“Yes sir, anything you say sir.”

“I hate you.” Eddie mumbles halfheartedly, standing up from the couch as you rewind the movie back and stop on an innocent shot of cards.

He returns after a brief moment, carrying the rest of the Puppy Chow in his hands. He shakes the bowl out to you in offering, but you decline.

“I’m good. Have at it, Puppy Chow Fiend.”

It’s almost silent for the next few minutes, the only sound being Eddie’s chewing and spring insects outside. But it isn’t awkward, more relaxing than anything. You feel like you could drift off as you close your eyes, surrounded by the warmth of blankets and Eddie next to you. You feel… safe.

“Hey, Eds, can I tell you something?” You peek one eye open, watching him quickly swallow and nod.

“Of course, anything.”

Sighing, you scoot closer to him, turning so you can be face to face. Putting the bowl on the floor, he mirrors you and holds out his hands. You grasp them in your own, feeling the foreign texture of metal clashing with his rough skin.

“I wanted to tell you I’m bisexual.” You give him a small smile, and he grins back at you, his eyes lighting up as he processes your words.

“That’s so sick, dude! Obviously, I won’t tell anyone else but I’m happy you found yourself and felt comfortable enough telling me. You already know I don’t care about gender or attraction, whether it’s me or anyone else, so it’ll be nice to have someone else around to talk about that stuff on a personal level with, even if I don’t really use labels.”

“Yeah, yeah I totally get that. It just feels like I can breathe now, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.” Eddie holds out his arms for you, “Wanna hug?”

“Yes, please.” You hold him tightly, his fluffy hair tickling your face. Your hand reaches up to stroke it, “You know, I should braid this again.”

“After last time? No way.”

“It’s not my fault you tore out the ponytail like a little heathen. If you did it nicely, it wouldn’t have pulled so badly.”

“Yeah, Yeah, whatever.” Eddie pulls away and looks over at the TV, grimacing.

“Maybe we should have taken Steve’s suggestion instead.” You giggle, and Eddie raises an eyebrow at you.

“You want to watch Grease?”

You throw your hands up, “It’s fun!”

Eddie scoffs, “All the characters suck! And it totally breaks the realism at the end.”

“Eddie Munson, are you really trying to call out a movie where people break into song constantly on breaking realism?”

He picks the almost empty bowl of Puppy Chow back up.

“I’m just saying, it would be a little more believable if they just drove away.”

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winderlylandchime · 1 year ago

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3x11 1/2: i would just like you to know that when we finished this ep, my neighbor sent me a text to ask if all is good cause he was screaming about Britin ‘Ohhh are they gonna do some vigilante shit again? Why are they in a truc- oh Brian this sad. This is so sad. How fucked up that they had to go home to fuck. One thing you can count on besides my undying love for Brian, is his love for messing with Justins hair. I like how in the beginning the bedroom light was blue because its more cold and now he’s all in love and shit and the light is orange. I’m a fucking genius when it comes to this show’ ‘I am so mad that Brian looks so fucking hot while in a room with this fucking pig! He wants to put him in the Gay and Lesbian center? Brian, I thought we were past this bullshit?’ THE GLC SCENE IS UP!! ‘Every gay person here needs to get their membership card revoked! Immediately. BLONDIE. Whos Marga- OH FUCK. Oh shit OH FUCK. DID YOU SEE THAT?! Wait rewind time bitch!Look at Brian’s death stare and how he squeezes his hand tight as fuck when my girl Jen mentions prom. He is sick to his stomach right now. Wait did he..did he plan this out? How dare he look at my blondie? Keep walking bitch.’ ‘Ted, please what the fuck is going on with you? THAT GUY IS GONNA KILL HIM!’ ‘I love blondie but this has Bri Bri written all over it, how can they not realize it? OH DEBBIE KNOWS! So if she knows why is she acting dumb about brian? What do I have to do for Debbie to lay off of Brian for one second?‘ Michael just told Brian that he’s lucky about the parents thing ‘HE DID NOT. Dude. BRIANS PARENTS SUCK ASS WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? And you know that! So not cool’ ‘TED NO. TED WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? HE IS AN ACTUAL DRUG ADDICT. Fucking hell, this hurts to watch’ the scene with Justin waiting for Brian with a poster is happening *jumps up and shakes his hands* ‘ I FUCKING KNEW IT! WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY?! HE HELPED! MY BOY GOT HIS HEAD OUT OF HIS ASS!’ *loud groan bc stockwell is on tv* there is literally no fucking escape from this fucker. fuck, fuck fuck HE KNOWS ABOUT BRIAN. Well shit, is Trumpy wannabe gonna try and play Brian back? (Cuts to Britin) HELL YEAH BACK TO THE IMPORTANT SHIT! Words cant explain how much i missed them. Brian! Be careful because the dude knows but please continue my dudes. (Cuts to Stockwell) *groans*oh come on. BECAUSE HES A WHAT NOW?! YOU SLEAZY MOTHERFUCKER! HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM THAT WORD (cuts to britin again) my dudes can we just stay here because that other guy fucking sucks. OH MY GOD HAS BRIAN BEEN PLANNING THIS SINCE THAT SHOUT OUT? Not them fucking on the posters, that is beyond hilarious..WHO THE HELL KEEPS KNOCKING AT HIS PLACE THIS LATE? Dude just ignore it, its probably mike or some shit. Keep fucking. *jaw hits the floor* OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY FUCKING- OH SHIT. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING. HE IT BOOTY DICK NAKED FUCKING THE INTERN ON FUCK YOU POSTERS. ICONIC.’ ‘Wait, so are we not gonna get Hunter pills for hiv? Oh wait Hunter might actually make me like Mike. Nice. I knew there was hope for him, maybe this is foreshadowing that he wont suck as a dad with that baby’ He is now on the edge of the couch watching Brian about to get fired ‘BRIAN IS STANDING UP FOR HIMSELF! THATS RIGHT HE WOULDNT UNDERSTAND! EXACTLY BRIAN! Oh damn that means i also don’t understand, whatever. GO BRIAN! I KNEW YOU HAD A SPINE!’ ‘Oh poor Emmett. Ted, i am so angry at you right now. Fuck you for hurting my baby boy! TED STOLE THE MONEY?! What the actual fucking hell is going on with him? Ted you are officially on my shit list. I feel bad for you but i am PISSED OFF!’

Your neighbor is going to be so grateful when QAF is over.

“One thing you can count on besides my undying love for Brian, is his love for messing with Justin’s hair.” TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN

Brian’s death stare and squeezing his hand when Jen mentions prom. Good noticing brother! Brian is still fucked up over it (of course).

Who keeps showing up? One could ask why people in QAF show up at people’s doors instead of calling on the phone? Why QAF?

YES the line when Brian says Vance wouldn’t understand is so iconic. It feels so good for him to stand up for himself.

I think QAF takes place / was filmed before they automatically put people on HIV drugs. It used to be that they waited until T cells dropped below a certain number before starting meds because there was worry (I think) about developing resistance to the medication. Now we know that doesn’t happen which is why we have PrEP so they might not have started Hunter on meds right away.

Oh we are deep into Ted’s downfall. Ugh. It’s so painful to watch.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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talesfromawannabewriter · 1 month ago

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@beef-brisket @fanofstuff01

(hope your both prepared for the angst feast I’ve prepared)

Adam shrugged and got back on the couch.

Adam: Suit yourself, so what exactly did you wish to talk about?

Lucifer: I think you know. Tell me right now what your plans are and maybe I’ll let you live.

Adam: The only plans I have is to stay far, far away from you and your daughter alright? I just want to live my life man.

Lucifer: Call me crazy but I don’t believe you. Especially after the shit you pulled with my own daughter!

Adam: Alright I’m man enough to admit that I fucked up, but it wasn’t as if I was going to hurt your precious baby I just wanted to scare her! To back off from this nonsense of redemption. From the likes of sinners!

Lucifer: HA! Well the jokes on you asshole redemption is possible! Right after your miserable attempt at an attack on us one of the sinners who was killed ended up being redeemed and sent to Heaven. I actually have to give my thanks for that since it was actually you who killed the guy and got him sent upstairs.

If Adam had heard about it when he first woke up here he would’ve pitched a fit. Screamed how it wasn’t fair that after everything he’s done for those ungrateful bastards. After all that he lost, all that was taken from him. It just wasn’t fair that he was sent down here while that slimy bitch got to live in the lap of luxury. However, Adam had changed.

He was still the same loud mouthed, foul dude with an attitude. He just sees things differently. All his existence he had done all that was asked from the angels. From all the angels. Where did that land him?

Here in the person he hated most kingdom. He learned to not see it in a bad light though. He eventually saw it as a ticket to a new life. A fresh start. So now at Lucifer’s revelation he gave a simple,

Adam: Good for him but where does that concern me?

Lucifer was stunned at that. He hoped to get a rise out of him.

Lucifer: Did…did you not hear me I said…

Adam: I heard you just fine your majesty. To put it simple I don’t give a flying fuck about what happened. I don’t give two shits about what your daughter does or what she does to sinners. I even stopped giving a damn about sinners all together. They live, they die, who cares? The point is Lucifer I’m moving on from my life and that includes the bullshit that put me through the wringer.

Lucifer: Oh? You were out through the wringer!? What about what I’ve been through!? What about poor Lilith!? And Eve! What about all the shit you put them through!? At least Lilith got away from your abuse but I feel sorry for your second wife who couldn’t get away from you!

Adam was silent for a moment until he felt something bubble up in his throat. He tried to contain it but couldn’t. It started out as a soft chuckle but grew louder and more intense with each second. Until Adam was full on laughing like a maniac. Lucifer stared on in stunned silence until he felt annoyance start to creep in.

Lucifer: What’s so funny!?

Adam: You, you, you actually still believe those fucking lies Lucifer!? After everything she put you through you still believe her when she cried victim!? News flash Luci all that bitch has ever done is li- AGHHH!!!

It happened so fast that he didn’t even see him. His back was thrusted against the wall as he felt his throat being squeezed painfully tight. Tears blurred his vision but he could see Lucifer’s demon form starting to pop out. If the pure red in his eyes were anything to go by.

Lucifer: Don’t you EVER in your pathetic existence even utter her name. Adam was starting get scared he could feel his head become fuzzy and the room felt like it was spinning. He knew the devil wouldn’t let him go until he showed him exactly what he was talking about. Lucifer wouldn’t listen to him? Fine! Then he would show him.

He managed to reach a shaking hand to his temple and tapped it hoping Lucifer would get the message.

Lucifer: What you calling me psycho, asshole

Adam tried shaking his head back and forth and tapped again. He kept tapping until finally Lucifer asked,

Lucifer: Wait, do you…want me to look into your head?

Adam: Me, me, mem…or…ies

Lucifer: Your memories?

Adam nodded violently. Glad that the idiot was finally getting it. Lucifer was confused as to why he wanted him to search his memories. Maybe he was allowing him to see his supposed “side” to the story. Like there was one.

He probably was just shitty to her and didn’t think he was being shitty. Still he let go of Adam only to immediately grab onto his head and go into his mind. Only to immediately regret it.

Adam watched as for the next few minutes Lucifer’s once proud smirk slowly melt away. Only to be replaced with one that Adam could only describe as shock mixed with horror and an even a tiny hint of regret. Once Lucifer was done he scattered away from Adam and turned to stare at his hands as if they were on fire. Slowly Adam stood up, albeit shakily, and said to him in a raspy voice,

Adam: At least now you know. If you don’t mind your majesty I would like you to leave. Immediately.

Lucifer looked at him as tears streaming down his face. Lucifer: Adam I, I didn’t know…

Adam: I said you need to leave

Lucifer: Just let me

Adam: Lucifer!

Lucifer: Adam I…

Adam: I SAID LEAVE!!!!!

Lucifer bowed his head in shame and in a smoke of red disappeared from his sight. Leaving no trace that the king was even here. Once he was sure that he was gone was limped over to the door, locked it, and immediately burst out sobbing. Letting out years of pent up emotion. Especially for his first love.

Succubus au

@beef-brisket

@fanofstuff01

(This au was originally on @things-aren't-what-they-seem66blog and was originally thought of by an anonymous ask)

The roaring of the crowd and the playing of his guitar deafened his ears but the incubus didn't care. He loved the way they cheered his name while he shredded on his axe. With one final strum, his song was done. He raised his arms and gave the horns, to which his fans reciprocated, and bid them all goodnight. He walked away his hands still raised until he was out of sight from them. Adam sighed heavily and wiped the sweat with his forearm as he made his way to his dressing room.

Once there he flopped onto the couch and groaned. Though Adam loved being a rockstar and having adoring fans, he wouldn't lie to himself, each performance, especially concerts, can be quite draining since he always had to prepare with mic checks and making sure he sounded right. Steve, his producer/manager/on-and-off-again fling, always assured him that these were mandatory. Just one of those sacrifices that come with being a star. Still, Adam felt a little like shit and he needed a drink, a hard one. Unfortunately, his evening wasn't quite over yet as knocking was heard from the other side of the door then a voice called out.

Assistant: Excuse me? Commander? I'm sorry for bothering you but I brought the VIP guests here with me.

Adam sighed completely forgetting about that. Almost all VIPs get access to meet him after every show. Though he loved his fans coming to him and saying how much they loved him, maybe even getting some head from the older crowd, tonight, he didn't want to. However, he knew that he didn't have much of a choice. Unless he wanted Steve up his ass, and not in a good way. Letting out a long groan he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and yelled out to her.

Adam: Bring them in.

He closed his eyes and sighed once again as he heard the door open and feet shuffle in. He prepared himself for the immediate responses of squealing and clamoring over to shake his hand. However, he was not prepared for a familiar voice to call out his name.

Charlie: A, Adam?

He opened his eyes and standing in front of him were Charlie, Vaggie, and a one-eyed sinner.

#Succubus au #adamsapple #angst #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel

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lonelyhobi · 3 years ago

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Amigos Con Derechos

summary: Jimin was great in bed. And that was the extent of your relationship. But the more time you spend with him it seems like he has other plans for you two in mind

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fwb

warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (be responsible), oral sex (f & M), multiple orgasm, body worship, ONE pussy slap, creampie, Jimin is so in love with OC, OC is kind of an asshole poor Jimin, Mint Yoongi is a dick

word count: 15.9k

note: honestly i’ve been working on this fic forever and it was supposed to be Jimin's bday fic but now it’s my first fic of 2022 omg. A huge thank you to moon aka @lavienjin for being kind enough to beta this mess and providing great feedback!! I felt so much more confident uploading this after they had the chance to go through it and make sure it wasn’t a disaster so thank you so much for being so nice and sooo helpful!!

Time and time again you found yourself in this situation with him. You had been fuck buddies with Jimin for a few months now. Having been fresh out of the worst relationship you’d ever experienced, the last thing you wanted was to give your heart to someone again.

After Jimin proposed the idea of no feelings and no strings attached sex, you jumped at the offer. Not only because you were insanely serious about your emotional ban of men but also because everyone knew Jimin was a good lay.

Everything had been going fine up until recently when you had broken one of the cardinal rules of a friends with benefits situation. He had spent the night. Having both been too drunk and tired there was no way he would’ve been able to make it home especially considering how late it was once you were done.

Ever since that night you noticed something else in Jimin's gaze. Aside from the regular lust filled, seductive gaze he usually gave you, there was now a look you couldn’t place your finger on.

But it scared the shit out of you.

The reason this thing with Jimin was working out so well was because you had managed to do everything in your power to not fall in love with him, which had actually been an extremely difficult job.

With those sultry eyes, and that crooked smile of his. He was a walking dream. Thankfully you could give into temptation but there was no way you were letting yourself give into your heart.

You were holding back from him because of the absolute fuckboy that Jimin was. He had assured you multiple times that since he was getting his rocks off with you, he didn’t need the meaningless flings but now that you saw that feeling in his eyes you want to encourage him to fuck anything if it means he doesn’t like you. You were afraid. Afraid of giving yourself up to someone again only to be thrown out like week old leftovers. (Fuck you Yoongi.)

A particularly harsh thrust and fingers making their way to circle your clit, brings your focus back to Jimin.

“You’re so beautiful” Jimin says as he strokes your cheek. Having stilled while inside of you he forces your eyes to lock with his. Feeling too much emotion in his gaze, you tear away rolling your eyes.

“If you don’t start moving again I’m gonna kick you out Park.”

He throws his head and graces you with that boisterous laugh as his eyes form tiny crescents. Pecking you quickly, he breathes out “My bad, angel” against your lips and continues his thrusts, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Oh fuck just like that” you moan out coming back to him and gripping the nape of his neck.

Focusing on your pleasure you see Jimin’s brow furrowing as he puts his energy into his thrusts and gets you to your orgasm. There was nothing in the world that he loved more than seeing you come undone for him. He told you countless times, but every girl has heard that bullshit line before. Guys will say anything when they’re balls deep about to cum in you, let's be real. But ever since that night you're starting to believe him.

“Are you close, baby? You look so pretty moaning like that.” he smirks, licking up the side of your neck.

“Not- ugh, your baby!” gasping as he hits that particular spot in you that has you seeing stars. Even in your state of pleasure you couldn’t let him get too comfortable.

“Not yet” he giggles out sitting back on his ass to properly watch you as he fucks you to your orgasm. You couldn’t help but feel your walls clench at his unrelenting quest to annoy you. “Fuck, you got so tight. D-do it again”

“Make me- ah cum first” you challenge back through noises of pleasure. With his task at hand Jimin pistons out of you relentlessly continuing his steady pace on your clit until you’re screaming out his name.

“Fuck Park yes!!” you call out as you cum around his cock. Clenching around him, he feels his high approaching.

“Holy shit you feel so good I’m close” he moans out, and before you can yell at him he’s pulling out and stroking himself unbelievably fast. Another one of your rules. He had already fucked you over by kissing you, getting filled to the brim with his cum wasn’t going to be added to the list of shit you should be doing with your fuck buddy.

With one final stroke of his cock, you feel his cum begin to spurt out on your pussy and lower tummy. His hand comes down beside your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. Emptying himself out on you is incredibly hot but when you feel your body come back to you and his breathing regulates you’re quickly pushing him off of you.

“Ow!” he screeches as you shove him a little too hard on accident.

Ignoring his dramatic whimpers for attention, you run to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you’re done and come back out, you see he’s already dressed, as he sits on your bed looking at you. Reaching for a big t-shirt from your dresser you throw it on quickly, feeling insecure under his gaze.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“Do what?” you mumble out searching for a hair tie to throw your hair up.

“Be embarrassed. You’re the most beautiful girl I know.” The sincerity in your voice makes your knees feel a little weak. Nope.

“Shut up”, turning to your desk you grab your water bottle to avoid his stare.

“Hey do yo-”

“Well that was fun”

You cut him off before he can get his question out. Every time after you guys had sex he would try to wiggle his way into being with you longer. Whether he's asking you to go eat or just hang out. But you weren’t here for that, you just needed his dick and he could be on his merry way.

Sighing out, Jimin takes his defeat. Standing up he starts searching for his jacket around your room.

“Are you going to Tae’s party tomorrow?” he questions as he’s hunched under your bed. You couldn’t help but admire his backside. God you loved grabbing at it.

You start to wonder how it would feel to walk side by side as you cheesily place your hand in his back pocket and his in yours. No no no.

“Depends. You gonna be there?”

“Of course!” he responds enthused as he comes up from the floor with his jacket in hand. Maybe you were warming up to him, he thinks.

“Think I might have to pass then.” you smirk.

“What why?” a whining Jimin comes stomping over like a child.

“Because you’re extra needy when you're drunk and I can’t have you running around crying for me. Again.” you roll your eyes thinking of the last time you went to a party that Jimin was at.

He hadn’t expected to see you there and he would be lying if his heart hadn’t skipped a beat when he saw you. Before he had made it to the party, the two of you had gotten into a fight, and needing to let off some steam, he drank more than he could handle. Resulting in a very sad and drunk Jimin. He ran over and threw his arms around you as soon as he could, splashing your drink everywhere. Annoyed and wet, and not in the good way, you pushed him off as he profusely apologized telling you how dumb he was and how perfect you were. At this point he had gathered enough attention that you dragged him out of the party and to your place, effectively ruining your night.

“That was one time. And you can’t blame me. You were really mean to me that day” he pouts, pulling you by your waist to dip his head into your neck.

Arms still crossed against your chest, you fall under his spell. You enjoy the way he presses kisses to the exposed skin.

“You were such a bad girl that day angel.” he mumbles as he kisses that sweet spot under your ear before nipping at it.

“W-was not.” you let out through a shaky breath.

“You were.” He cuts himself short, biting and nibbling into the spot marking you before soothing the sting with his tongue.

“But that’s okay I can always forgive my pretty girl” smirking into your skin he leans up to press a kiss onto your lips.

Snapping out of your daze as his eyes meet yours, you uncross your arms and push him away from you. “Not yours!”

“Yeah but still, you know what I mean,” he smirks as he picks up his jacket and flings it over his shoulder. “See you tomorrow baby” he throws you one more wink before walking out of your room. It isn’t until you hear your front door close that you let your hand reach up to your neck. Fingers graze the spot where his lips and teeth had left their imprint. The smile tugging at your lips let you know that you were getting in too deep. But why couldn’t you stop?

You had spent the day convincing yourself that you didn’t care about Jimin.

As you chose a pretty shade of blue that you knew he’d like on your nails you told yourself you couldn’t care less about him.

While you brushed your hair up into a ponytail knowing he loved to see the expanse of your neck, free real estate for his kisses later, you reminded yourself how little he meant to you.

And as you squeezed into this ungodly tight dress that you knew he would more than appreciate to see you in and equally appreciate taking it off of you later, you try to come up with another lie to deny your feelings for Jimin.

Jimin was a good guy. You knew that. But after feeling your heart be crushed into a million pieces you can’t risk letting your guard down.

Yoongi and you had what you and others liked to call a perfect relationship. He was patient, listened, and attended to you with what you thought was so much love and care. Until he sat you down one day and looked you in the eyes.

“I’m bored.” Your mint colored hair boyfriend said and he intertwined his fingers in front of him.

“We can go to the movies or something? I think they’re still playing Aladdin!” you suggest, unaware that he wasn’t referring to the lack of activities you guys had planned.

“No, I’m bored of this. Us.” His voice loses it’s volume before he lets out one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to hear “You.”

“W-what do you mean? I’m not really understanding Yoongi?”

His shoulders shrug as a passive look paints his beautiful face.

“Ho-how long?” you try again to work into his thoughts.

“I don’t know? For a while. I just didn’t know how to say it. I thought I was just bored in general so I dyed my hair. But even after that I realized it wasn’t me. It was you.” He doesn't meet your gaze which you're glad for because tears are piling high, blurring your vision. “I didn’t mind just being here but you’re exhausting sometimes. You need so much.”

“I um. I’m sorry but I d-” fumbling over your words you look at your hands in your lap confused as to what he means.

“Constantly needing a self-esteem boost, always so down on yourself. How can you expect someone to want you if you don't want yourself?”

A choked out sob escaped your lips as you quickly reached up to wipe your eyes. He hated seeing you cry.

“And always so damn emotional. I can’t keep up with this. We’re young. Too young to be feeling this trapped. I want something new, something fun.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I didn’t know.” you mutter out feeling your body grow heavy.

“It’s my fault too. I should’ve left when I first knew I didn’t love you anymore. So I’m sorry for drawing it out more than it should’ve.” he answers in what you know is his best attempt at compassion. Despite having been in a relationship with him for two years he never quite knew how to speak from the heart. But you loved him, faults and all. The same couldn’t be said for him.

“Is there anything I can do? I-I love you Yoongi.” You let a few tears stray, internally cursing at yourself for being emotional when he literally just told you he didn’t like that.

“Uh there’s actually someone else.”

And if your heart hadn’t snapped in two earlier, then it did in that moment. Trying to put everything together and rule out when it is that he lost interest in you, you let the tears free fall.

“Y/N don’t do that. Look, it’s not like I was looking for someone else, it just happened. Sana and -“

“Sana?!” You cut him off somehow finding your voice. Of course it was Sana. She had been interning with him at the label. Multiple times he had reassured you that she meant nothing despite her beautiful face and near perfect features. And here he was literally leaving you for her.

“C'mon you had to have known babe. This was gonna end at some point. I mean how long did you plan to rely on me for everything?”

You can always remember that day so vividly and the ache it leaves in your chest, though now dulled still was difficult to think about. There is no doubt in your mind that Jimin would never do that to you, but once upon a time you said the same thing about Yoongi and here you are.

Beginning to rethink the whole party situation you start to kick off your shoes about to settle for a night in. As you unlock your phone you open up Snapchat and are greeted by a snap from Jimin.

Laughing you shake your head feeling your mood lighten up. Who were you to stand in the way between Taehyung and his birthday cake?

You're slipping your shoes on once again as you click through stories, one in particular making you pause your movement towards the door.

Jimin's roommate Jungkook had posted a snap. Your eyes widened as you saw a familiar man on the screen.

You had carefully avoided any interaction with Yoongi since the break up. Citing irreconcilable differences as the reason for your separation, your friends didn’t really push to find out why things ended. Except Jimin who you poured your heart out to one night. Which then led to Jimin throwing a punch at Yoongi, leaving a very confused mint haired boy wondering why his friend hit him and then stopped talking to him all of the sudden. You hadn’t set off to ruin their friendship by any means, it just kind of slipped out. Jimin was the one who chose to cut ties and it wasn’t like you would complain.

He said it was better this way, that being friends with someone like that wasn’t what he wanted. At the time you laughed thinking that they weren’t so different from each other from what you had heard about Jimin. But unlike Yoongi, he would sit there with the warmest expression and listen. He’d respond with true words of reassurance he wouldn’t stop until your tears did. At times you felt bad thinking that he’d get bored or tired of being there for you like Yoongi. But he always assured you that he was your friend before anything.

You had started to rethink your decision to attend Tae’s party. But after having put so much effort in your appearance, it would be a true waste to not go and let Jimin ravage you tonight. He made you insatiable. Before when you were with Yoongi, you had definitely been attracted to him but there wasn’t a spark. Well at least that was his claim as to why things didn’t work out. That and the cute intern at the music company he was assisting at.

Again, fuck you Yoongi.

You honestly couldn’t even be that mad at him, the girl was gorgeous. Hell you would’ve left yourself too. After that shitshow of a relationship you grew more insecure constantly questioning your validity. It was something you didn’t talk about but somehow Jimin managed to pick up on it.

Another reason why falling in love with him was too easy. But you couldn’t let yourself fall down that path especially with Jimin. Despite his sweet words and great dick game you weren’t ready for heartbreak. Deeming yourself immune to his charm, you gear yourself up and head out to Tae’s place.

Knocking on the door, you begin to overthink your decision to come. Then again Tae was known for having more friends than he knew what to do with, so there’s a chance you’d be able to avoid Yoongi if you hid well enough.

Before you have time to make a run for it, the door opens to one of Tae’s friends, HoseokHe was a nice guy, his only fault being that he was Yoongi's best friend. Who was arguably one of the nicest guys in the world, it was a complete mindfuck as to how he was best friends with the soulless blackpit that was Min Yoongi.

“Hey you” a cheerful smile greets you as he pulls you into his embrace. “It’s been too long! How have you been?”

“Hobi” you smile back. “I’ve been alright, how about you?”

“Just busy at the studio, but we should definitely catch up. I’ve missed seeing you around!”

“Yeah for sure” you respond, patting him on the back as you make your way inside.

“Oh and congrats by the way!”

“What?” you question, turning around to face him as he shuts the door.

“I heard you and Jimin were seeing each other. Although I really should be congratulating him, he’s been hung up on you for months. Finally gave him a chance huh?” he chuckles, playfully elbowing you.

Frozen in your spot, you stand confused at where Hoseok would have gotten that ridiculous idea. To which prompts you to ask “Where did you get that ridiculous idea?”

Eyebrows creasing in confusion he replies “I overheard Taehyung screaming about it a few days ago. Yoongi was definitely surp-”

“Yoongi?” you cut him off in equal parts shock and anger. That asshole had the audacity to question your not-relationship. How dare he?! It’s not like he didn’t take off with the first pretty thing in a skirt that walked into the studio. And yes you had to clarify with a skirt because lord knows Hoseok was beautiful and you’ve seen the way Yoongi looked at him sometimes and he worked there too.

“Yeah he’s getting more ice with Namjoon right now. Have you guys spoken since-”

“Um no we haven’t and I’m not seeing anyone, so I have no idea why he’s saying that.” you grit through your teeth finding the silver head through the crowd. Your daggers piercing holes into his skull frightening Hobi and he stutters to backtrack his remark.

“Sorry my bad, I must’ve misheard.”

“Whatever” you mumble furiously turning on your heel. An awkward Hoseok scratches his neck before you’re on your way to get a drink, furious and upset with Jimin. You had wasted all that time in getting ready for this dick appointment and now you were considering breaking said dick.

Reaching the kitchen you manage to go unnoticed by that idiot, and grab a beer to immediately chug it. It was absolutely disgusting but you knew you’d have to get through at least 2 of them to start relaxing.

On your mission for inner peace, your hands grip the counter. As you try to slow your breathing, you feel hands gripping at your waist. Glancing down to see a series of familiar silver rings, frustration bubbles up inside of you as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, placing a kiss there.

“What do you want Park?” you growl out more than question as your body refuses to push him off, basking in his warmth so you just stand there with Jimin pressed up against you.

“Aw don’t be like that sweetness, I’ve been waiting for you this whole time. Poor Jungkookie is over holding my hand and dancing with me.” you can hear the pout in his voice as his lips trail your neck. You feel your body betray you, giving into the delicate swipes of his mouth on your body. You knew the ponytail was a good call.

“P-park” you whimper out unintentionally sounding weaker than you wanted it to. You were annoyed at him for making it seem like the two of you were anything more than a casual fling. If he started to catch feelings then it would lead to something more, but just like Yoongi he’d probably get bored and leave you. And although you didn’t want to admit it, losing whatever it was you had with Jimin was too much for you to bear.

“I’m surprised you haven’t told me to fuck off yet, did you miss me too, sweet girl?” he laughs as his hands dance around your hips smiling on your skin. His words bounce around in your head snapping you out of your dazed trance. Bending your elbow, you push it backwards into his fit stomach as you remember your anger from earlier.

“Jeez babe, if you want to be rough give me a warning.” Groaning, Jimin hunches over as you turn to face him with your arms crossed over your chest. He takes a breath before staring at your angry figure from below. “Oh shit are we playing? What’s my story?” he says as he stand to his full height ready to take on the role, mistaking your anger for fucking roleplay. Classic Park.

Rolling your eyes you turn to search for a drink, “I’m not playing games idiot, you told people about us?”

Confusion taking over his handsome features he tries to inch closer to you but the glare you shoot at him has him raising his hands in defense. “Baby I don’t know what you’re talking about?” he says earnestly.

Your heart softens at his face the tiniest bit, “W-well then why is Hoseok asking about us? He said Taehyung was talking about it. And if you told Taehyung you might as well have fucking put it in the newspaper!” your voice raises slightly but you’re still aware that you’re in public and you don’t want to draw attention to the two of you.

His innocent expression falters and he starts to laugh and you feel your blood start to bubble. If there was anything Park Jimin was good at, it was pissing you off.

“I knew it! See, you fucking to-”

“Hey hey hey, no baby it’s not that” he wraps his arms around you as you try to come at him.

You sigh defeatedly in his embrace, “What is it then?” you huff out into his chest.

“Who fucking reads the newspaper?” He begins to chuckle out as he holds you and despite your annoyance you laugh quietly along with him.

“You know that’s not the point, smartass. This thing or whatever it is, is just between us, Park, that was the deal.” pulling away from him you look into his eyes and your heart begins to beat a little faster as you take in the way he looks at you.

His hands come up to cradle your face between his hands. “I promise I didn’t say anything to Taehyung, he literally took my phone when you texted me one night. He must’ve seen your naughty little messages begging me to come over and take care of you.”

You felt your face redden as you avoided his eyes, mumbling an embarrassed “Not true”.

Smirking he grabs your jaw lightly, forcing your gaze upwards. “Nothing to be ashamed about, I always tell you how much I want you, I’ll tell anyone.”

Quickly pushing him away and scoffing, you go back to raiding through the cooler in search of a refreshment. “And that’s the problem, keeping something a secret won’t work if you’re telling people about it. Why didn’t you tell me you told Tae?”

“You literally punched the shit out of me two seconds ago.”

“Technically, I didn’t punch you, it was my elbow. And you deserved it.”

“Well you can do whatever you want to me, just c’mere I want a kiss” he struts over pulling your waist towards his body as his lips find yours. Losing yourself in the feeling of his mouth pressed up against you, you whimper into him and he pulls back, biting your lip.

“Quit doing that, people are gonna think we’re dating Park.” You huff out, checking around to make sure you don’t spot the mop of mint hair.

“God forbid anyone thinks that right?” Jimin pouts as he lets you go and takes the cranberry juice hidden in the fridge. Grabbing the vodka he begins mixing your favorite drink together. Had he brought the juice here for you? Highly doubtful that Tae or Hobi would own juice in general considering the fact that they lived off of Soju and noodles.

“You know that’s not the point. I already told you I’m not interested in a relationship. Thanks” grabbing your drink from his hand you start downing it in one go before handing it back to him for a refill. With his eyebrows raised Jimin takes the cup from your grasp.

“Trying to party hard tonight? Don’t worry I’ll take care of my girl if she gets too sloppy” he strokes your head after handing you your next drink.

“Good to know. Too bad I’m not your girl.” You throw a wink at his direction before making your way out to the party with every intention of finding somewhere to hide out.

Jimin tumbles after you, hot on your heels “Not for lack of trying!”

You both head to a corner of the room where you down your drinks before Jimin pulls you to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room. Hands grip your waist as Jimin presses his chest firmly to your back.

At some point you had looked up from your love bubble with Jimin and spotted the one person you had been dreading to see. Something about the neutral expression he masked his emotions with set you off as you were wrapped up in someone else's arms.

Those dangerous self-deprecating thoughts flooded your mind. Has Yoongi ever cared about you? Did it even hurt him when he let you go? Of course not, how could he miss someone he was tired of. You couldn’t help how awful you had felt because of him and the frustration had you wishing the same pain on him.

Closing your eyes, you try to push the negativity away as you press your hips against Jimin, whose face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Turning slightly you can see his eyes taking in your own and your heart starts to pound in your chest. His nose brushes against yours and you can’t help but smile at the tender action. Eyes leaving him, you glance and see Yoongi standing there with the same blank stare but this time when your eyes sweep down you see his fist tightly clenched by his side. Bingo.

Circling your arms around Jimin’s neck you pull his face down closer to yours before angling up and kissing him. Humming into your mouth in surprise Jimin can’t help but give into the kiss quickly pushing his tongue in wanting more of you. Little did he know that this urge for PDA was fueled by the presence of a mint haired guy you had spotted moments before.

Jimin knew Yoongi had hurt you. Every time you were together he made it his own personal mission to push all of those awful thoughts out of your head. Yoongi is a dick and insecure in himself which is probably why he took it out on you and Jimin could never understand it. You were perfect in his eyes. How that dumbass let you go is beyond him, but he was so grateful for it.

You both had met in college through Taehyung. He always thought you were cute but within a month of your freshman year you were tied down and attached at the hip to Yoongi. It’s true that he had had his fair share of college conquests but as cliche as it sounded, with you it really was different.

As you stand there with a slight buzz locking lips with the blonde you overhear voices from the side of you that you instantly recognize as your friends. Hoseok’s voice stands out above the rest calling out a “Yoongi wait” Smiling into the kiss, you pull Jimin's shirt closer to you but he quickly pushes himself away.

“Why are you smiling? Did you want him to see us? You’re fucking joking” Jimin could feel his face light up in anger as you try to flaunt your non relationship in front of your ex. Not being able to deny you, Jimin would’ve gladly accepted kissing you to bother Yoongi but it’s that you couldn’t tell him that made him feel that maybe you hadn’t quite gotten over him.

“W-what are you talking about Park” you cross your arms feeling guilty as his eyes widen in disbelief.

“This entire time all I’ve done is try and try and here you are hung up on him. Do I even matter to you? I’m not asking you for anything. I literally take whatever this bullshit relationship is because I thought you needed time. But you just want him.” His voice had gone from a harsh tone to one of sorrow at his realization that maybe he had wasted his time and that the girl who he was crazy for was hung up on a guy who treated her like shit.

“You know that’s not true.” you call out trying to grip his arm and calm him down but for the first time he shoves you away.

“Don’t.”

He storms off to some other part of the house needing time away from you. Feeling the weight of a few curious stares from around the room you take off to the balcony for some space.

You find yourself calming down in the stillness of the night as you try to piece together your actions. With 100% certainty you knew you didn’t want Yoongi back, hell he wouldn’t want you either. But why did you feel compelled to put on a show with Jimin? Maybe it was to show him that you were desirable? Make him jealous? Who knows, but what you are aware of is that you royally fucked up with Jimin. You didn’t mean to hurt his feelings and if anything this just solidified that maybe he wasn’t lying when he spoke all of those beautiful words in your ear.

Mulling over your situationship with Jimin, you hear someone clear their throat from behind you, not needing to turn around to know who it was.

“Trouble in paradise?” Yoongi asks joining you against the railing.

“Seems like the only trouble here is you.” rolling your eyes you wrap your arms around your body when a breeze blows through. He chuckles taking in your chilled frame in that little dress. You had never ventured out and wore something like that when you were together. Maybe it was because you never felt comfortable enough or maybe you just didn’t want to dress up for Yoongi? Though he had his moments as a good boyfriend, Yoongi never truly made you feel wanted, at least not like Jimin.

“I deserved that.” he concedes with a nod of his head before turning to fully face you “You look good”

“Thanks?” you feign politeness at the asshole undressing you with his eyes. A few months ago you would’ve been blushing or probably crying at the prospect of speaking to Yoongi or the compliment he just gave you. But now after having been with Jimin you knew that this wasn’t what you deserved even if you had just ruined things with him.

“Heard about you and Park. Saw some of it too.” he lets out nonchalantly but you knew him better than that. It had bothered him to see you and Jimin!

“Yeah pretty popular topic tonight apparently” muttering out, you start to play with your fingers thinking back to the guy who more than likely wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

“He good to you?” you hear Yoongi ask barely above a whisper. And suddenly with how hot your blood felt you weren’t cold anymore.

“Why do you care how he treats me Yoongi ? You literally dumped me for someone else? Who’s to say you didn’t fuck her while we were still together too” absolutely fuming at his audacity to question Jimin who has been nothing but sweet, patient, and understanding. He had to have some fucking nerve to pretend to care now.

“I never cheated on you. And besides I'm not with her anymore.”

“Well I’m so sorry I was really rooting for you guys.” Once again you're faking your tone to this idiot who for some reason thinks you’d be concerned over his failed relationship.

“Look I just wanted to see how you were. I've been thinking about you.”

“Oh please” you roll your eyes as he tries to inch closer to you. Stepping backwards from his outstretched arms you place your hand behind you feeling the corner of the balcony.

“No seriously. Hoseok told me about you dating Jimin and I couldn't believe it” he laughs a little, taking a step closer seeing as you’re stuck in your spot.

“Why?”

“Dont play dumb you know how Jimin is. New girl every week. Interested one minute and then leaves them faster than he changes underwear.” His words pricked at your skin, half of your heart wanting to yell out and deny them. But the other part knows that there is truth to his words and that once upon a time you would’ve never seen Jimin as anything other than a player.

“Not that it's any of your business but I'm not with him. We’re just friends.”

“Good.” he hums more to himself than you.

“What do you mean good?” you question, your annoyance creeping into your anger. Who the hell was he to care about your dating life? He made it very clear he didn’t want you.

“Like I said, I've been thinking about you. I miss you.” Just fucking great. This guy must be joking to think he could treat you worse than garbage and then come crawling back like nothing.

“Oh fuck off Yoongi.” You turn your head to stare at the side of the house and not the ridiculous man in front of you.

“Seriously. You can’t tell me you still don't feel the same.” He steps closer towards you, and you have nowhere to go but to continue to avoid his face.

“Yoongi I really don't.” Shaking his head his arms come out to grip your sides pulling you into him, and not in the cute way Jimin did but in a more assertive possessive way, face burying into your neck. “Leave me alone, what the fuck Yoongi.” Yelling out you manage to shove him out of the way, making him stumble back a few steps in the process.

“Don’t flatter yourself Y/N. You're still just an insecure little girl. Always desperate for a compliment and clingy as hell. Let's see how long it takes Park before he gets tired of you too.” He spits out before turning and heading to the door. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop the tears from filling up your vision. As he yanks open the door, a concerned Taehyung makes it out to the balcony.

“Everything okay?” he questions, concern lacing his voice.

“Y-yeah all good Tae, just want to enjoy some air a little longer okay?” You almost want to applaud yourself for the way you level your voice, Taehyung gives you a side smile before whispering something to himself and heading inside.

You find yourself holding onto the railing as you exhale all the emotional build up Yoongi had provoked and you had caused with Jimin.

God what were you doing? Yoongi’s right, no matter what Jimin says you know how he is. You’d be stupid to think something could actually work. He’d get bored and leave you. What you didn’t understand is why Yoongi wanted you back if you sucked so much? Clearly you weren’t that terrible.

“Hey?” Jimin whispers out to you and you flinch when his arm grazes your shoulder. You push him away holding yourself between your arms.

“Leave me alone Park, I really don't want to talk to you right now.” The last thing you needed was to be consoled by the man you were trying to pretend like you hadn’t fallen for. If anything now with greater intent after what Yoongi reminded you about. You were clingy and needy and all of the things a guy wouldn’t want in a partner, so how could Jimin want you.

“Don’t be like that. What's wrong? Tae said you were talking to Yoongi, did he say something baby?” The sincerity in his voice could have tricked you but you knew better than to fall for his sweet words.

“Don't. Fucking call me that. I'm not your baby or your girlfriend or anything. I don't want anything to do with you, Yoongi or anyone.” you find your voice raising in volume as you meet his eyes. He’s looking at you with the warmest expression trying to gauge what was going on and how he could help you. But in your current state, yelling at him through tears, there’s nothing he can do but try to reassure you.

“What’s wrong? You know I’m here for you what’s go-“

“Oh my god, take the hint. I don't want you. I know how you are and you really expect me to believe you changed? And for me? You must think I’m fucking dumber than Yoongi does. You’re both the same.” you answer with almost the same amount of venom as Yoongi spoke to you. But the difference was you didn’t believe most of your words. You knew Jimin was different from Yoongi, way better actually. It’s you that was the problem and it was easier to blame Jimin’s past than to say out loud that you knew you weren’t good enough for him.

“I-“

“I’m not telling you again. I don’t like you. You’re just a post break up distraction. Leave me alone.” It was almost harder to be with him than it was to be without. But you had made your decision that Yoongi was right and Jimin wasn’t meant for you. It would be easier to rip the bandaid yourself before getting even more attached and letting him leave you.

His eyes start to water and he clenches his fist, he can’t stop staring at you and the guilt in your body is too unbearable so you have to look away.

“Please.” you whisper out.

And he turns on his heel.

When you hear the door close you look out and see no sight of Jimin, but on the patio chair in front of you lay his jacket. Taking a seat you let your hands cradle your face as tears fall down your fingers skim the material of his clothing as you try to compose yourself. When you feel yourself calm down you stand up and make your way inside.

You look through the crowd trying to spot the silver hair through the crowd but come up empty. Walking over to Taehyung, you interrupt his conversation with a pretty girl.

“Tae um have you seen Park?” He glances down to the jacket in your hands and tries to hide his smile.

“Um-he left.”

“Well can you give his jacket to him for me? I think I’m going to head home. I don’t feel too great” Throwing an arm around your neck he pulls you into a crushing hug.

“Sorry, I’m actually going on a little birthday trip tomorrow. But I’m sure you can stop by his place and drop it off, he’s always happy to see you.” he says giggling into your ear, clearly enjoying his birthday drinks a little too much.

“Yeah well not sure that’s still the case. But anyways happy birthday Tae, I hope whatever you wished for comes true.” Smiling at the girl next to him.

“It sure did,” he says, throwing a wink at her.

Shaking your head you say your goodbye, skillfully avoiding a plastered Yoongi who keeps giving you a death glare from beside Namjoon. You pull on Jimin’s jacket as you step outside into the cold night once again.

The walk to your apartment is full of your constant questioning if you did the right thing in cutting your relationship with Jimin. You knew you were in too deep and you couldn’t risk getting hurt again. You just wish it was easy to cut all these feelings swirling around too.

You had avoided speaking to Jimin completely after the night of the party. Part of you figured he would be the one to break the silence but you soon realized that wasn’t the case and the jacket you had hanging in your closet was only mocking you. It was now Monday and after not seeing him waiting for you after your 8 am class with your coffee order in hand, you missed him. Not just for the liquid energy he provided, but the warm feeling you got when you saw him standing there. He picked up the habit one day and now you felt lost without his presence.

To be honest you knew you missed him the second you begged him to leave you alone. But with the ridiculous way in which you were pinning over him you were sure you made the right call. Truthfully the idea of Park Jimin actually wanting to be with you and staying faithful was laughable. He was extremely attractive and beautiful in every way, he’d get tired and walk out just as soon as he figured out being with you wasn’t all he imagined it would be.

So how come knowing this you found yourself unlocking your phone and clicking on his name? Because you were an idiot and you had an excuse.

Y/N: Hey Park I have ur jacket.

You silently cheered for yourself that you had the perfect reason to be the one to end the distance between the two. Now you just had to wait for him to take the bait which shouldn’t be too long considering Jimin always answered around .2 seconds after you messaged him.

5 minutes later

Any minute now.

Twenty minutes later

Should be soon.

An hour later

His phone is probably off.

Three hours later

Or maybe his fish died. Wait, he doesn’t have a fish.

It was nearing 10 pm and you were deep into imagining the scenario in which Jimin went to buy a pet fish only to make it home and find out it was dead. Then he had to of course get the fishes' affairs in order and plan an elaborate yet tasteful funeral for his new but dead fish. It’s then that the ping from your phone takes you away from your ridiculous thoughts and focusing on the message.

Park: Yes you do.

“What the fuck” you mutter out, he was usually never this dry or factual in conversation. Half of the time it was compliments or sexy texts followed by the frequent picture of Jungkook's ass. (he strangely but not surprisingly had a lot of them saved on his phone) Taking time to skillfully craft a response that is both thoughtful and delicate you send your message.

Y/N: Well do you want it back or what?

Perfect.

This time it doesn’t take him nearly as long to respond which brought more joy to your face than you would ever admit to but it quickly faltered when you read the text.

Park: I’m busy.

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. So much for all of his bullshit promises and kind words.

“I’m always here for you” you mimic him in annoyance. “Yeah right Park.”

Y/N: Well I’m dropping it off.

If he wants to be a dick after you rudely told him to fuck off out of your life, then by all means. You would be just as much of a bitch... right after you deliver his jacket.

There he was laid up in Jungkook’s bed, hands covering his face as he tried to pinpoint when exactly he became such a bitch for you.

The majority of the weekend was spent in this exact spot after he had given his phone to Jungkook to help him give you the space you needed. He knew he wouldn’t be strong enough to let you go without any help from his roommate.

So here he was questioning why he thought it was a good idea to be mourning the loss of a girl who was never really his, a fact that Jungkook has not so kindly reminded him multiple times over the weekend. Jimin truly felt the weight of your last conversation but still felt inclined to check on you and constantly ask Kook if you had reached out.

“I miss her”

“Yeah, yeah what a shocker. She texted a while back ago actually” he hears his younger friend nonchalantly say as he continues playing his video game.

“What did she say?” Jimin questions trying feign indifference despite having been heartbroken the entire weekend.

“Something about having your jacket. And honestly if it was that colored sequin one she’s doing you a favor by keeping it.”

Reaching behind him Jimin pulls a pillow from the bed to fling at Jungkook for his lack of fashion sense. “Says the guy whose wardrobe consists solely of black shirts and sweatpants”

After dodging it he raises his hand for a moment from his controller, flicking Jimin off before returning to his game. “Well I answered and made sure to give her space like you said.”

“Wait, what did you say?” anxiously Jimin crawls up the bed to get to Jungkook.

“I told her you were busy. I left out the fact that it’s because you’re crying over her, don't worry.”

“Well how did you say it? Like “Hey I’m busy right now sorry I can’t be there” or “Hey I wish I could be with you right now but I’m trying to respect your wishes”?”

“Mmmm neither”

Growing alarmed at Jungkook’s calmness he questions him again “What do you mean neither?”

“I mean I literally just said ‘I’m busy” like a normal person?”

Staring at his friend in disbelief Jimin can’t help but want to punch Jungkook in the face. “DUDE! What the fuck? You can’t just tell her I’m busy?”

Pausing his game, Jungkook turns to face him. “Bro you literally said and I quote “Don’t let me bother her she wants me to leave her alone” what was I supposed to do, invite her over?”

“No of course not! But you didn’t have to make it so dry, did you put any emojis?”

“Jimin are you fucking serious?” Jungkook searches Jimin's face for any sign of wavering. “Of course you are,” he sighs out. “No, I didn’t send her any emojis because I’m not 13. And once again she told you to fuck off, why are so stuck on her? She must have the best pussy in the world to have you acting this dramatic.”

“Watch it, and you send me emojis all the time?”

“I send you ‘bro emojis’ that’s different. I never send a fling emojis, it’s too emotional.”

“What are ‘bro emojis’? You send me a sparkly heart and a shy monkey like seven times a day?” Jimin asks, entirely confused at Jungkook’s logic. “Besides she isn’t just a fling, I care about her.”

“Oh trust me I know, you haven’t stopped your bitching and moaning, literally you called out for her in your sleep, it’s kind of ridiculous man.” Jungkook shakes his head to unpause his game, having wasted too much time on his hopeless friend.

“What do you want from me? This is the first time I’ve ever felt like this about someone. It's just so hard to be away from her when I just want to hold her and tell her she’s pretty.”

“Are you sure you’re not the one that wants to be held and told you’re pretty?”

“You offering?” Jimin asks while pouting at his roommate, if you weren’t here for him to lather in attention, then Jungkook would have to be enough until you were ready for him or completely dropped him.

Jimin knew your words at the party were empty. Okay not true, maybe Taehyung had to tell him about your conversation with Yoongi that Hoseok told him about. But regardless he knows you have feelings for him, well he doesn’t know for sure, but he’s banking on that to stop his heart from aching. It’s true Jimin had jumped from woman to woman, usually falling hard fast only to realize he wasn’t actually in love.

But with you it really was different. He didn’t have the intention of having feelings for you but then you slept together, again, and again and each time he found himself discovering a new thing about you he couldn’t forget. From the crinkle of your nose when you smile to the somersaults he feels his stomach do when you stare into his eyes.

Truthfully Jimin didn’t know how strong his feelings were until your first big fight, leading to numerous drinks that led to him seeing you at that party and literally begging for forgiveness, hands and knees on the floor. That day will be painfully engraved in his mind and so will the make up sex you had that night. Which then became the morning after sex when he woke up to you in his arms and knew that he had never felt this strong desire to stay before.

Leaving you last night was extremely difficult and he’d be lying if he said your harsh words didn’t aid him in walking away. He went home and immediately cried while clutching a bottle of wine until Jungkook came home. Since then he had been in his apartment doing everything in his power to give you time to choose him. Which seemed to be close to impossible to imagine but he held on to his hope.

As much as you tried to deny your feelings for him he’s caught your gaze and the way you’d tell him to go but plead in your eyes for him to stay. He knew you were scared after Yoongi was a complete douche to you and he wanted to fix that. Jimin had no idea why he did, but seeing you smile and be happy felt like the most fulfilling thing in the world to him.

Sitting up Jimin comes to the conclusion that 3 days is probably enough time and he was ready to come back to you, to face whatever empty words you wanted to throw at him. By now Jungkook was fully engrossed in his game once again and Jimin could see his own phone on the bed.

His foot could definitely reach it if he stretched over, so he quietly laid as flat as he could as his toes danced further down the mattress. Just as his big toe tapped the screen he felt a hand shoot out and grip his foot.

“Not happening”

Groaning, Jimin kicked his trapped leg around “I miss her Kookie, it's been 3 days, I need to talk to her.”

“What you need to do is get over it, Chim” Jungkooks strong grip on Jimin’s ankle doesn’t cease despite his attention being on his game as Jimin continues to stare at the ceiling huffing out like a child.

“I don’t want to get over it though, you don’t get it. I really like her and she’s just upset because Yoongi-hyung is a dick. She didn’t mean what she said”

“And if she did?” Pausing his game once more to look over his shoulder at his deflated roommate. “I like Y/N. She's cool, but is she worth all of this shit?”

“Yes.” Jimin doesn’t hesitate to answer and his eyes find shapes in the popcorn ceiling.

“But does she think you’re worth it?” Staying silent as he contemplates Jungkook's words, his friend only shakes his head. “I don’t know man, it seems like you’re putting yourself through all of this when if she really missed you she would be here right now.”

“She’s not like that”

“Because she doesn’t want to be like that. When you want someone you put in effort, you go for what you want despite the possibility of heartbreak because you can’t stand the idea of not being with that person.”

Staring wide-eyed at Jungkook, Jimin heard the truth behind his words but was floored at how insightful his younger friend was. As he tried to form a response, the ringing of the doorbell cut his thought process off. “What t-”

Smirking, Jungkook shrugged as he stood to get the door but not before grabbing Jimin's phone with him. “What can I say? I’m always right, man”

Jungkook strides to the door feeling content with his analysis of Jimin’s situation that he pulled straight out of his ass. Flinging the door open expecting it to be the pizza he ordered, Jungkook groans as he sees who is at the door.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Nice to see you too Jeon” you stand at his door, arms crossed over your chest.

“What’s up?”

“Just came to drop this off” you nod towards the jacket in your arms. Subtly you try to peek over his frame to spot Jimin but you end up stumbling on your feet a bit as Jungkook stares amused.

“Oh well I can take that, I’ll make sure he gets i-”

“No!” you clutch the sequin material to your chest as you receive a questioning stare from him.

“I-I mean, I’d rather make sure he gets it. You know Park, he’d flip if something happened to his fancy clothes” trying to find an acceptable excuse for your freak out, you feel your cheeks heat up as the guy in front of you knowingly chuckles at your failed attempt to play it cool.

“I mean he clearly didn’t care enough about this jacket if he left it with you.” wiggling his eyebrows you roll your eyes at him in response.

“Is he here?”

Wanting to help out his friend, and slightly get back at you for being a dick to Jimin, Jungkook nods. “Yeah he’s here, I don’t know if he’s up though he had a crazy night, You know Jimi-”

“Who’s at the doo- Y/n?” At the moment Jimin walks out to the living room, puffy eyes sparkling at the sight of you clutching his jacket and he feels the pressure in his chest alleviate. He looks adorable in his pajama bottoms and wrinkled black shirt, his eyes were slightly swollen and it was obvious by the Prada bags under his that he hadn’t rested well either.

“Park.” You let out trying to still the nervousness in your voice. Jungkook throws his head back in annoyance as he’s caught in his lie but you weren’t even too bothered considering you looked like you were 2 seconds away from jumping on Jimin.

“You’re here?” He takes a few steps closer, you can tell he's trying to mask his own excitement, but the dull sparkle in his eyes betrays him.

“I am” you answer as calmly as you can, the both of you staring at each other. Forgetting what exactly was the point of your visit you stand at the doorway. Jungkook stares between the two of you as you just look at each other like complete idiots. Another step closer and Jimin’s quiet “Hi” followed by your own “Hi” is all it takes for Jungkook to take the hint.

“Okay well looks like you don’t want your space anymore Chim, so I’ll give myself space because this is gross” He exclaims as he points between you and Jimin before retreating to his room.

Jimin makes his way closer to the door before coughing a bit. “Sorry about him. But um do you want to come in?” he asks, scratching the nape of his neck.

Sending a glare towards the back of Jungkooks stupid muscular back you nod walking into his home. You keep your eyes glued to the rug as your fingers toy with his jacket. Jimin walks around the couch to stand in front of you but still gives you your space.

You’re both just standing there, breathing quietly as you hear the muffled screaming and blasts from Jungkook’s room. Jimin had decided to let you be the one to break the silence, since after all you were the one coming to see him. Taking a deep breath you look up into his face as his eyebrows shoot up questioningly.

“O-oh um I brought your jacket. Like I said I would” fingers trembling you have to consciously stop them as you hold out the sparkly garment. Jimin takes a couple of steps before grasping at the jacket, your fingers grazing slightly.

“Thanks you didn’t have to come all this way.”

“Yeah no. I know” words seem to jumble up in your mind as you try to come up with something better to say. But your efforts prove to be futile as Jimin himself tries to understand your visit.

“Is that all you wanted, ba- uh I mean Y/N?”

Your heart flattered as he corrected himself. You had grown accustomed to his pet names and the sweetness that the detachment in his voice was hitting your confidence. What you didn’t know was how much Jimin longed to step over to you pull you in his arms and kiss your stupid head repeatedly until you understood what you meant to him.

“Yes. I mean no. No, that's not all I wanted.” Jimin had never heard your voice so demure and shy. It took everything in him not to press his lips against yours.

“Then what?” He questions as he sits on his couch gesturing to the spot next to him. You take a seat leaving plenty of space between you two, missing the frown on Jimin's face.

“I’m sorry” you blurted out to a confused Jimin.

“For?”

“You know..” voice trailing off quietly, you look down to your fingers. Your mind travels at lightning speed as you try to string together the proper way to apologize for being a closed off bitch. But you also want to let him know that it’s for a reason and you want to be with him but how are you supposed to just trust him? Granted he hasn’t given you a reason not to but still.

As you're fighting with yourself you feel Jimin shift a bit, his body facing yours.

“You can’t apologize if you don’t know what it’s for.” His hand shifts under his chin as he continues to stare at you. At this point Jimin knows what you’re trying to say. That you’re sorry for being mean at the party and dismissing him. Which he was fully ready to accept and move passed. But he kept prodding now in hopes that maybe you’d reveal something else to him too.

“Well don’t you want an apology?” your voice takes on a sharp edge and your eyes widen quickly as you look up to his eyes. Jimin remains unfazed as your tone and you let out a deep exhale.

“You shouldn’t just apologize because you think that’s what the other person wants Y/N.” Sighing, Jimin starts to stand. “Well if that's all-”

“Wait!” you exclaim, hands coming out to rest on his forearms. The pleading look on your face almost cracks Jimin but he holds off and takes his seat. This time your arms didn’t let go of him as he sat down.

“Look, I know I’m not the easiest person to deal with. Like how you’ve dealt with me.” you look up waiting to hear a scoff or hum in agreement but are only met with kind gentle eyes that spur you to go further.

“It’s just hard to say this.”

“Say what?”

“That I was wrong.” you answer, turning to cross your arms over your chest as you stare at your pitiful reflection from the TV.

“That’s usually the case but elaborate for me please” There’s a hint of a smile in his voice and as you look back over to him you can’t help the playful rolling of your eyes at him. Even as you're trying to apologize and somewhat profess how you feel, Jimin manages to put a smile on your face.

“I said you were a post breakup distraction. And at first it kinda was that.” the softening of your voice has Jimin mind going crazy. Did you still feel that way? Did you make this trip just to tell him that you didn’t have feelings for him, and that you still wanted Yoongi? At these intrusive thoughts Jimin's own body had stiffened and shifted back slightly alarming you. Hands reaching for him, you continue.

“I kept telling myself that it didn’t mean anything. Everything between us.. I just thought you were a distraction which you were, until you weren’t.”

“Okay..So what’s changed?” his eyes were soft and curious as he nodded along encouraging you.

“You. Or well I guess me? Maybe both? I’m not sure. I just- I didn’t want to admit to myself that I had feelings. For you I mean. Well you probably think I’m a heartless bitch-”

“You’re not a bitch” he interrupts with a slight smirk. You look up at him, throwing him a look to which he just rubs his thumb along the back of your hand encased in his.

“I have feelings for you.” you blurt out

Jimin stills and you see the corners of his mouth tilt up before he schools his expression down. This was everything he wanted to hear but he had to remain calm and let you get everything out. You guys had been on different wavelengths and if anything was going to happen you had let go of everything from before. His silence left a knot forming in your stomach as you took it for rejection.

“God” you huff out running your fingers through your hair. “You must think I'm the worst person in the world. I literally treat you like crap when you’ve only ever been the sweetest guy to me and then come crawling back when you’ve had enough of my bullshit. And I mean I knew how I felt about you but these last few days have been the worst. The second you left I wanted to talk to you. A-and I didn’t see you after class and I thought it wasn’t gonna bug me. But it did. I thought it was because of the coffee so I went to get one and you know what?” you stop your rant to stare at him determinedly and he nods gently for you to keep going. “But it wasn’t the coffee you know?”

“It was because it was you”

“What does that mean then?” Jimin croaks out, happy he somehow managed to still the nervousness in his voice.

“It means that I'm sorry I took you for granted Park, you- um you mean something to me. Even if you do irritate me. And even if you're a little too touchy. But you're also really sweet and you make me laugh. But then again sometimes you do a lot of dumb stuff and it feels like I’m literally babysitting you. Which can be endearing at times but Jesus Christ Jimin, you’d think you’d know how to handle your alcohol by now. Its kinda insane and don’t g-”

His boisterous giggles interrupts your sweet but slightly insulting rant. Jimin knows it’s hard for you to open up and that this was your attempt at a heartfelt confession. The way you had slowly started to drag him was classically you, but what had his heart stopping was the way his name slipped past your lips.

“Hey!” the pout in your voice had Jimin feeling warm. “I’m trying to tell you how I feel and be vulnerable and you’re always on me for it and you’re laughing at me!” Letting go of his hand you stare at him with those big eyes of yours, looking absolutely adorable that he could help but reach out to you.

“Hey hey hey!” voice coming out quickly and filled with joy as he finally wraps his arms around your shoulder pulling you into his side. “No I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean it like that.” you let yourself fall into his embrace and enjoy the way his fingers card your hair before cupping your jaw and angling your face to look into his eyes. “It’s just you called me Jimin.” He giggles slightly.

Your cheeks flush while you roll your eyes. “Well you called me baby” you fire back eyebrows raised.

“I thought you hated it when I called you that?”

You find yourself burying your face into his neck as your whole body feels hot. “Yeah well I hate it more when you don’t” he hears you mumble making his smile spread even wider across his face.

You sit there in his arms for a few minutes just enjoying each other's company before you find the nerve to ask, pulling away from him slightly to face him.

“Hey um so what does this mean, like where does that leave us?”

“Oh so we're an us now huh?” He chuckles, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh god Park nevermind. You know what maybe Jeon has another controller” you try to push yourself out of his arms only for his grip to tighten as he shakes his head.

“Baby I’m only joking! C’mon after the week we’ve had we deserve to play around a little”

With your arms crossed you try to scowl only for him to poke your thigh then your tummy before the tickle attack commences on your stomach until you're laughing and half of his body is on top of you crushing your body a bit. But you can’t find it in you to push him away. You stop laughing and just stare at each other as his hand comes to your cheek.

“There's that smile. God I love your laugh.” The look in his eyes makes you want to turn and hide from this too real display of affection, but his hand keeps you there.

“Oh shut up” you let out in an attempt to lighten the mood but Jimin wasn’t having it anymore. It was his turn to tell you how he felt.

“I’m serious. You know some of this is my fault, I guess I never was completely transparent about my feelings for you”

“You don’t have to say that it was my fau-”

“Listen. I know you had your doubts when it came to my feelings for you and I totally understand. I don’t blame you. Don’t have the best track record now do I?” he chuckles lightly sitting up a bit so he can hold your hand and you can sit up too. “But I meant everything I’ve ever said. I may not know what it means to be in a real relationship or I might not always know how to be the best guy. But I swear I’m going to do right by you. I can’t explain it but the way that I feel about you. How I care about you, it’s like nothing I’ve felt. When I see you my heart pounds so loud I’m scared you’ll hear it sometimes and make fun of me for it”

You laugh a little before he continues. “And I know I haven’t given you a real reason to trust me bu-”

“That’s the thing though” you interrupt. “You have. You’ve proven to me how you feel. I know it. I just. I can’t believe that you’d feel that way, for me..” the confidence in your voice falls through as you coward in on yourself.

He continues to caress your cheek. “What are you talking about angel?”

Taking a deep breath you start “After things with Yoongi. I dont know, I just don’t really get how you could feel this way about me”

“What does he have anything to do with us? Did he say something to you at the party?”

“I mean he said a lot of stuff. He even said he missed me.” you laugh out bitterly. “What a fucking joke.”

Jimins eyebrows are furrowed in confusion but his jaw clenches at the mention of Yoongi missing you.

“Then he also said some stuff. About us. And yes I know I’m dumb for putting any thought to him but I can’t help but see some truth in what he said.”

“I highly doubt anything that idiot says has any validation. I mean he had mint blue hair c’mon, what a tool.”

A snort comes out as you shake your head “This coming from the man who sported cotton candy pink hair for almost a year?”

“Wait, you said you liked it!” His pout only makes you smile at him wider as your hand reaches up to hold his cheek. His eyes stay on yours as his voice comes out softly. “What did he say about us?”

“He said that we- you would get tired of me like he had. And that you’d leave me once you were bored which I know th-”

“Do you believe him?” Jimin's voice turns sharp as he stares at you incredulously.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you really believe that about yourself, about me? That you’re not worth sticking around for and that my feelings for you aren’t real?” He sits up from you as you rise on your elbows to dismiss his worries.

“Hey it’s nothing to do with you I swear, It’s about me. How am I supposed to stop you from getting bored with me? Realizing a few months down the road, hell maybe a year from now that I’m not as interesting as you thought. Or maybe too clingy. There’s a lot about me that you wouldn’t like.”

Jimins expression had only morphed into more disbelief as he listened to your insecurities surface. A mixture of empathy and anger flooded his body. He was definitely going to have a word with Yoongi after this. Okay, maybe not so many words would be exchanged.

“Why would I get bored? I’m an adult. I don’t rely on you for entertainment. I like your company, I like how blunt you are. Everything about you is perfect for me. Even the parts that aren’t. They all make up you, and I want to be with you. Please believe me”

“I do. I mean I want to. Yoongi he-” leaning down once again he presses his lips over yours. His firm chest pressing up against you as you lean back into the couch.

“He’s an idiot Y/N. I want that pretty little head of yours to drown out anything Yoongi has ever said because it’s not true. I’ve been moping around like a lost puppy without you.”

“He Has!” you hear a muffled shout from Jungkook’s room and giggle as Jimin’s eyes roll before chucking a pillow at his roomates door followed by a ‘fuck off’.

“It’s true though, and now you’re here. I don’t plan to mess this up, baby. I want you, all of you” he says earnestly before holding your hands up to his mouth and pecking your knuckles.

“And if it’s not enough? Me, I mean.” you whisper at him through glossy eyes.

“You’re more than enough, you’re just gonna have to trust me on that angel.” he cradles your face in his hands and he presses a kiss to your lips before mumbling against them. “I want you right now. I can’t promise this is forever, shit maybe you’ll get tired of me-”

“Won’t happen” you interrupt, muffled by his mouth.

“And if it does” Jimin teases back with a comical glint in his eyes, leaving you to push against his chest with your hands.

“Not funny”

Wrapping his hands around your waist as he graces you with that laugh of his, you can’t help but melt a little. Tucking his face in the crook of your neck, he plants kisses along the expanse. Sighing out in his embrace you let your fingers comb through his hair.

“Just want to take care of you.” you make out him, speaking against your skin.

"Hey” your voice comes out in more of a breath as Jimin continues to kiss around the sensitive skin.

“Hey?” you repeat, your voice now pulling him away as he stares at you eyes a little darker but filled with love.

“What baby?”

“Any chance you want to take care of me now?” the sultry tone of your voice has Jimin swallowing slowly, a smirk gracing his lips.

“Gladly.” And with that he’s whisking you off to his room, pressing your back against the door. His hands pull your waist to his body as his lips meet yours. He kisses you sweetly and slowly, before he begins pecking at your mouth faster. You can’t help but giggle into his kisses as he smiles.

You're both laughing when he pulls away to rest his forehead with yours. “How did I get so lucky?”

Turning away as the heat creeps onto your face, Jimin cups your chin to place a kiss on your lips before he’s pulling you towards his bed. He turns you both around as he gently nudges for you to lay on his bed. His mouth presses to yours again, his body howevering to avoid crushing you under him. Something you always complained about but now you find your hands reaching for his shoulder to press his body against yours. Jimin can’t stop the smile from forming as his lower half drops to fit between your spread legs.

His lips begin to trail down your neck to your exposed collarbone. You stare down at him as he takes his time licking and sucking at the indents. Jimins hands come to grip at the hem of your shirt. His eyes meet yours as he presses a kiss to the valley of your breasts. “Can I?” he asks softly, and you're quickly nodding at him as you lean on your elbows so he can pull your top up and off of your body.

“How could I ever get tired of this?” Jimin mumbles more to himself as his hands come from their hold on your side to fondle your boobs. He holds them in his hands, squeezing and enjoying them. You're growing impatient though as your whimpers become louder and your arching into his touch for more.

Laughing, Jimin shakes his head. “Needy little thing”.

He pulls down the cups of your bra to expose your chest to him. Immediately he’s wrapping his lips around your nipple, his tongue swirling around as his other hand pinches your left one. He continues to lap at your boob before swapping to the other side. His hands pinches and tugs at your other nipple and you feel the arousal pooling uncomfortably in your panties. Your hips seek relief as they push up into Jimin, looking for his hard erection straining in his sweatpants.

“Jimin, need more,” you huff as his teeth are pulling at your nipple. The area is now covered in bites and there's no space left without a sign that Jimin had been there.

“Baby need more?” he teases, eyes growing darker as his hands start to work on sliding your shorts and underwear down in one tug. His hands stroke the expanse of your legs as he squeezes your thighs. Pushing your knees up and out, he’s situated right about your pussy.

His tongue laps at the skin on your thighs, pussy mound, everywhere but your aching clit making you whine out for more. And without further hesitation Jimin is leaning down to suck your clit into his mouth, finger coming down to spread your folds before he’s licking your entrance.

Your hands had reached down to grasp at the strands of his silky blonde locks, his tongue gliding up and down your clit. “M-more please, i need more” you moaned. His eyes meet yours as he continues to trail his tongue from your entrance, and then dance around your sensitive nub. Jimin wasn’t one to tease, usually giving into your demands for pleasure, but he was reveling in your taste and pleas. His own version of payback for everything you had put him through.

“Baby you just sound too good moaning for me like that” He chuckles, tearing his mouth off of you only to let his fingers play at your hole. “I’m gonna give you more, but you gotta keep making those pretty noises for me”

His fingers bring the wetness from your entrance up to your clit and pinch it lightly before rolling it with his fingers. “Yes fuck, please.” Grinning at your hips thrusting up in desperation, Jimin can’t contain himself and pushes his fingers inside of you as his other hand presses your hips down.

He was pumping his fingers inside of your cunt at a rapid pace enjoying the squelching noises he was making. “God baby, you have no clue how sexy you are” he groaned out watching you arch your back. Your hand had come up to your breasts, squeezing the mounds of flesh before tugging at your hardened nipples. Despite the added pressure of his hand on your hip, it didn’t stop you from trying to push into his fingers for more as you cried out for him. “Good girl, keep moaning for me baby, tell me how good I make you feel”

“So good, fuck! Need you!” Jimin, groans to himself feeling equally as horny and desperate for you. His hips start grinding into his bed as his ears only tune into the sound of the wetness surrounding his fingers as he’s fucking into you and you high whines and moans.

“Park, ne- wanna cum, please!” You were doing your best to stop from completely thrashing against the bed as you felt your high coming close.

Jimin knows your body well after many nights of lust shared between the two of you. He knows you well enough to bring his hand flat to your clit and rub it quickly. Curling his fingers he continues his relentless pace, eyebrow knotting and tongue darting out in concentration. You're able to lean up a bit and catch the sight of the man in front of you completely focused on your bliss, and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so endeared and turned on before.

“Good girl, cum for me baby” his sweet voice along with the feel of his fingers fucking and rubbing your pussy is all you need to feel the band in your tummy snap. You moan loudly for him flinging yourself back on the pillows as you feel Jimin finger you through your high.

He wants to stare at you as you orgasm but he’s more interested in seeing your juices spray out for him. So he continues to rub at your sensitive clit quickly as his fingers pump. “That’s it sweet thing, keep going, you can do it” pressing a little hard on your clit his eyes marvel at your juices squirting out.

His hips rut faster into the mattress as he tries to ease his own arousal. “Fuck angel you sound so good for me, and look at how good you take my fingers. Too good for me” he mutters lost in your cunt as he pulls his fingers out.

His bed is drenched in you and he only stares at your hole, eyes blown out in lust. Gripping your thighs he pulls you down before pushing his face into you. His tongue begins lapping at your pussy lips, collecting as much of your wetness as he can. You try to clamp your legs shut as the overstimulation has you whining out for him. “Oh God Park, please st- fuck” crying, you hands grips the sheets into fists and he continues to devour you. He avoids your clit but continues to lick up your entrances and lips.

With a harsh tug at his hair Jimin pulls away whining at the sting. “Baby really? You could’ve just said stop.” his hand strokes his scalp as he sits back on his legs. You sit up still reeling from your orgasm, your hand pushes at his chest signaling you want to be on top. Eagerly Jimin swaps places with you as you sit up, wet pussy staining the fabric of his bottoms.

His hands grip at your hips as your lips come together in a sweet kiss, you let your tongue wrap around his eagerly sharing the taste of your juices with him. Jimin only giggles as he lets you devour his mouth. Pressing a kiss to his nose, you let your chin rest on his chest leaning your body on his. Jimin trails his hand up and down the expanse of your back rubbing softly. Comfortably you stare at each other while your own finger toy with the hair falling on his forehead.

“I’m the lucky one” you whisper out before leaning up to kiss his lips once more.

Scoffing playfully, Jimin's eyes roll. “Impossible.

You take a pause from kissing down his body to nip at his nipple jokingly causing a yelp from your unsuspecting partner. Continuing down your trail kisses along the indents of his abdomen, lovingly pressing your lips to his bellybutton as you approach the line of hairs leading to his sweats. Your fingers eagerly come to the waistband gripping both his underwear and pants and pulling them down swiftly.

His cock eagerly waits for your attention, flushed and leaky. “Pretty” you mumble as your hands grip his base and your mouth opens to accommodate his head. You suckle on his tip, happily tasting the precum he’s offering you and your hand squeezes the bottom of his length.

Jimin lets out a harsh sigh as you envelop his cockhead. His fingers lightly push back the stray hairs tickling your nose but he keeps his fingers scratching soothingly at your scalp. Not pushing or pressuring you, simply appreciating the contact.

Tongue swirling around, you lower your head as you make it your mission to take his chubby cock in your mouth at once. Jimin's eyes widen as his upper body leans forward to watch your pretty lips stretch around his fat length. “God baby, that’s it” he encourages as his other hand reaches to cup your cheek.

His hands hold your face softly as though you are the most precious artifact in the world, despite the fact you're currently choking down his dick. His hips stay still and your nose pressed into his pubes. Jimin’s cock wasn’t the longest but it’s girth definitely put a strain in your mouth.

Sucking on his cock as he’s stuffed in your mouth, you flick your eyes up to see the constriction of his abdominal muscles. You take a deep breath before you determinedly begin to bob your head on his length, your hands reaching to play with his heavy balls.

“Holy shit, why are you so good to me” he huffs out laying back flat. Your mouth continues to work as your hands now graze the strong muscle of his thighs. You feel them tense as you swallow around his cock. “Baby y-you should, fuck, stop” he grunts out, tightning all of his muscles to hold off blowing his load into your sinful mouth.

You hum grumpily on his dick before popping out of his mouth. Jimin had to actively swallow to stop himself from salivating at the sight of you connected to his cock with your spit, and big eyes pouting at him. “But I wanna taste it”

If Jimin's mind had been reeling from your porn level blow job game then the thought of you finally letting him shoot his load down your throat had him near tears. “You’re joking?”

Smirking mischievously you pop his cock back into your mouth letting your tongue swirl around his tip, “You’ve never swallowed” he gasps quietly truly shook at the fact that you’d be willing to eat his cum after repeatedly refusing and stating that swallowing was only ‘something you did for people who didn’t irritate you’.Jimin doesn’t know whether to cry or cum thinking of the advancement he just made in your heart.

You pepper kisses along the base as you lamely respond “Yeah well”as the heat creeps onto your cheeks.

Heart clenching at your terrible but endearing display of affection, Jimin grabs your arm gently as he sits up, your own body climbing up to straddle his lap. His lips meet you in a soft but meaningful kiss. Fingers cupping your face as you break apart, his eyes stare into yours,and those damn butterflies start swirling in your stomach when you see the adoration blooming in his gaze. “I’m so lucky”

“Because I’m willing to swallow your kids?” you deflect humorously as Jimin’s own eyes widen at your implication. His mind flashes to the sight of your mouth full of his cum, maybe sticking out your tongue to show how good you were taking his load. God you are absolutely perfect, Jimin can’t help but think spurring him to kiss you again.

“Park” you mumble against his lips as he continues to press his lips against yours before trailing down your neck to let you speak.

“Need you now” you plead as your hand slides to tug at his hair and make him face you. Nodding, eyes hooded with lust as his fingers drop from their spot kneading your ass to grip at your hips. In fluid motion he’s flipping you over so he hovers over you.

Hand coming down to grip at his cock, he drags himself through your slit hissing at the wetness of your arousal coating him. Letting his head slightly prod at your entrance you both take in a breath.

“Park”

Your whine snaps him out of his daze. “Please I just-I need to feel you.” Your words, though spoken in the most desperate and submissive tone you could muster, held a great weight over him. You held him in the palm of your hand, and anything you wanted he would make sure to give it to you.

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

In a swift motion Jimin has you yelping as his cock swiftly makes its way into you. Hands coming up to grip at his shoulder, you hold on as he slowly thrusts himself out about half way before burying himself deliciously inside. Leaning down, Jimin takes one of your hard nipples into his mouth as he shallowly moves his hips, grinding his thick length into you. “Fuuck, bite me, p-please” you gasp as you hold his head close to you.

Enjoying the feel of his tongue and teeth playing with your breasts you bring your legs to wrap around his waist. Eager to satisfy the both of you, Jimin starts to a steady pace of fucking himself up into you.

Grunting he lets his lips trail from your nipples to your neck then to your lips and back down in a reckless need to mark you everywhere. Your moans and hands gripped at any part they could. His hands warped around you, body engulfing yours, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he pants and praises your perfect pussy.

“This has to be heaven” he mumbles out against your neck, only making you grind your own hips more. “Feel good?”

“So good” you nod, fingers lovingly sliding up and down his back as his steady rhythm of thrusts continues. His lips pressing quietly to your neck and his kisses along with the wet lewd sounds of him picking up the pace to pound into your cunt are drowned out by the sounds of your moans as Jimin pushes harder.

Sitting up on his knees and gripping your hips, Jimin pushes into you rolling his hips when he’s fully inside, deliciously rubbing at your clit. Your legs untangle themselves from his hips while your hands fly to your breasts to tug at your nipples.

Like in a trance, Jimin watches you play with your tits and feels himself that much closer to his orgasm. Refusing to cum before you, one hand flies to your clit. Your moans grow in volume as you cry out for him. “Gonna cum”

“Go ahead baby, wanna feel this pretty pussy cum around my cock” he grunts out only fueling your desire and making your pussy clench around him.

“Don’t fucking do that or I’ll cum right now princess” you open your eyes to see Jimin’s head thrown back as he hisses out his warning to you. You can’t help but test him by squeezing around his length again only to see his head shoot down to send you a look. He glares as you giggle at him.

His hand swats at your pussy once in a sharp motion bringing you to your orgasm. Your hands reach for Jimin’s firm shoulders as you pull him so you can cling to him. He moves his hips helping you through your climax. His fingers rub at your clit making the euphoric feeling continue as you moan for him. You spasm under his touch when your body starts to feel over sensitive and cries leave your mouth.

“T-too much, give me a sec”

Fingers cease their movement and come to rest on the side of your face before stroking your hair. “Shh, take your time baby”

You feel his cock pulse within your walls as your breaths begin to steady out. Lips press against the crown of your head before peppering down your face. When Jimin skips your mouth you can’t help the whine that leaves your mouth, which has him quickly scanning your face for any sign of discomfort. “What’s wrong? I’m trying to be still but it’s hard when you just creamed all of my cock, I’m sorry princess”

You shake your head whispering out “You didn’t kiss me”

The furrow in Jimin’s brow disappears and his eyes soften. “Baby” he coos before pressing his lips and by response, his cock against you as well. A moan makes its way out between both your lips and you speak a muffled “Keep going”.

Jimin’s hips slowly rock into your body, his solid cock pressing back deeply into you. Your eyes lock on him as he continues his thrusts. “Want you to cum with me, can you give me one more?” Jimin's voice is tender and full of care. And you can only whimper in response.

“My beautiful baby girl"

"All yours, yours, yours," you cry as he lightly presses against your throat, leaving you panting for air.

"Are you gonna cum for me again? Show me how good I make you feel ?" He hums, bending forward and slamming his hips forward, pressing against your nerve bundle.

"Oh God, gonna cum again, fuckkkk," you cry pitifully, "P-Please"

“Hold on for me baby, almost there” he pants out through gritted teeth. A few more thrust followed by the delicious feeling of your warm wet cunt clenching him so good has Jimin faltering quickly as he finally lets you cum around him.

“Fuck, fuck yes. God cum in me Jimin please!” Your cries of pleasure almost have him stopping to take in what you said fully, but he can only focus on thrusting harder before and he’s spilling in you. His mouth finds yours and it’s wet and sloppy and you both moan into each other.

His head falls into the crook of your neck as your legs fall to the bed limp. Jimin’s body is almost crushing you but it’s a comfortable weight that you had never let yourself bask in before. You hold his head, scratching through his hair as your breathing begins to even out.

The stickiness between your legs begins to run down your slit when Jimin’s softened length slips out. “Whoops” he mumbles as he peaks his head to see his cum spilling out of you. Planting a kiss to your lips he quickly gets a towel to clean you up before he’s crawling back to your side pulling you into his arms.

“Hey, is it totally weird if I spend the night?” you ask as your fingers tap on his chest.

When you don’t hear a response you stare up to meet his gaze already on you. “You called me Jimin” he laughs to himself before giving you a shit eating grin. “You like me”

“Oh god don’t start” you huff pushing at his chest only for his arm to press you further into his embrace. You smile into the crook of his neck, happy to be here. With him.

“Only messing with you babe” his fingers stroke at your back soothingly and you swear you had never felt more at peac-

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hey so are y'all done?” Jungkook asks from outside the door.

“Because pizza’s here and I don’t have change” Jimin and you can’t help but hold in your laughs as you silently squeal at the embarrassment of Jungkook most definitely having heard your make-up session with Jimin.

You both silently snicker and pull the covers over your head, deciding to let Jungkook enjoy his dinner. After all you and Jimin were definitely satisfied already.

“Uh guys?”

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𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 || (very dark) 70s!Bucky x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: he tried to be sympathetic to your cause, he really did, but he couldn’t just let you get away with disrespecting him like that.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.4k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: smut (noncon, plus breeding kink and tons of degradation, like very heavy degradation, and multiple orgasms/overstimulation), misogyny, a bit of dumbification, housewife kink, ‘sir’ kink (brief), choking, implied anal, spitting (not on the reader, unfortunately lmao), quite a bit more than period-typical sexism, awful awful awful this fic is absolutely awful

Brooklyn, 1970.

Bucky’s mornings were sacred. He had his rituals: showering, cooking breakfast, reading the paper and having his first drink and cigarette of the day, all before he left for work.

But throughout this entire week, his mornings had been ruined by the stupid fucking protest in the park just outside his window. And to think he’d actually paid more for an apartment with a view of the park— he hadn’t realized then that the “view” was gonna be a bunch of hippies creating awful music and an unbearable smell that left his whole apartment reeking of reefer if he dared to open his window.

Attempting to ignore it for a week only made him more resentful with each passing day. Each time he figured the crowd would surely leave soon or at least be quiet for the night, they seemed to somehow get louder just to spite him.

He probably should've waited until he was a bit less agitated to go down and try to bargain with you, but he stormed down there instead and tapped you on the shoulder when his presence alone wasn't enough to distract you from your incessant chanting.

“Would you consider being quiet?" he asked firmly. "I have to work in the morning and—”

“We won’t be quiet until women have equal treatment under the eyes of society and the law,” you interrupted to explain condescendingly, shocking him with your icy tone. He could hardly believe your attitude, in fact he couldn’t remember any woman speaking to him that way in his life: so far, he wasn’t enjoying it.

“I just thought you could be a little more respectful,” Bucky shot back, even more stern. “You’re not making anyone wanna support your movement by acting entitled and inconveniencing everyone.”

“I’m sorry the revolution is inconvenient for you,” you replied, but it didn’t sound much like an apology.

He wanted to say more but you blew him off and disappeared into the crowd, leaving him confused and irritated and livid. Up until now he had been quietly skeptical about all this talk of liberation but now he saw it for the poison it really was. A girl like you— who could've been a real looker with some willingness to try and a better attitude— talking to a man like him with so much hate and over what, a polite request?

This could not be tolerated; he couldn't let you get away with acting like that. And lucky for you, he was exactly the guy you needed to teach you your lesson.

The good thing about hippies high on shrooms is they aren’t the most observant. When he returned to the demonstration area the next night, he was able to grab you roughly and pull you back from the crowd with almost no trouble at all, dragging you into an empty alley and clamping his hand down over your mouth as your eyes went wide and your throat vibrated with silent screams.

“Shh, shh,” he soothed against your ear, “whatcha fightin’ for?”

He liked the way it felt to have you squirming against his grasp, using all your strength and not even getting close to escaping.

“How does it feel to know I can do anything I want to you?” he growled against your ear. “C’mon, sweetheart, can’t you put up a better fight than that? I thought you believed in equality… you should be able to get away if you’re as strong as I am.”

He felt your warm tears trailing down around his fingers which held your face tightly, the struggle of your limbs slowing and weakening slightly. His cock was already getting hard as he imagined the moment you would finally give in.

“You remember me, don’t you? You didn’t need to be so rude, darlin’. You could’ve just been nice and none of this would be happening.”

Your elbow shot back into his ribs and he exhaled sharply but didn't let go, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms to your chest as he pinned you to the wall.

"Oh, that's not gonna work, babydoll. I'm so much stronger and bigger than you, all you're gonna do is make me angrier. Is that what you want, sweetheart? To make me angry?" he asked mockingly, leaning in to lick the shell of your ear as you tried to turn away. “Pretty girl like you would make a great wife, why would you want anything else?”

Ignoring your struggle, he reached into your shirt and purred as he groped your chest, your nipples hardening when he pinched them. “Maybe I can get behind this bra-burning thing if it means having easier access to your tits all the time,” he grinned. “How am I supposed to keep my hands to myself when I can see them through your shirt? Shouldn’t be showing ‘em off if you don’t want any attention.”

As fun as it was to play with your tits, he had bigger plans, so he reached lower to start tugging down your jeans, your legs uselessly kicking as he exposed your ass and thighs.

His cock was already rock hard as he hastily opened his fly and pulled it out with one hand, leaning back to spit on it quickly. He spread the fluid with a few strokes over his length, figuring it would be enough to get inside you even if he didn’t really care if he hurt you.

Your eyes went wide and your head bucked wildly as he poked the head of it against your opening, your body fighting a little harder once again. The irony of that, though, was that you were already plenty wet in spite of what he had expected; it was so much funnier to watch you struggle now that he knew you were not-so-secretly enjoying it.

“Don’t be so dramatic," he chuckled darkly, "I bet you can take a cock real easy since you believe in all this ‘free love’ bullshit.”

He groaned as he pushed into you, impressed by how tight you were— so tight that it made his cock throb right away, your walls pulsing and rippling around him as he filled you to the brim.

“Oh fuck, there you go…” he hissed, smiling as you sobbed harder and struggled a bit more before finally relaxing into his tight embrace. "You're gonna take it all, baby, every fuckin' inch of me."

A hard sob choked out of you every time he slammed himself to the end of you; he could feel the hatred radiating from you, the way you would kill him in a moment if only you weren't so weak. But he could feel your reluctant acceptance, too, and the way it was slowly turning into euphoria— you were finally starting to like how it felt to be helpless to him, it was obvious with the way your pussy gave him such a warm and willing welcome while your pretty tits got even harder.

You clearly wanted to hate him, but your body knew better.

"You think I'm a sexist pig, I'm sure," he chuckled, "but I'm really not— I love women! And you know what I love most? Huh?"

He felt you nervously shake your head behind his hand and he laughed.

"I love the way you get so dumb when you get a cock in you. All those useless little thoughts leaving your head when you're finally getting fucked right."

Your cries got louder even though they were still muffled by his hand, your sweet little pussy giving him a squeeze of encouragement.

"It's okay to like it, babydoll, it's what you were meant for. Made to be my brainless fucktoy… born to serve me," he growled. “You really should learn to appreciate," he grunted between brutal thrusts, "that your only purpose is to keep my dinner hot and my cock warm.”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and he felt your walls bear down on him tightly, wetness seeping down around him.

"Oh fuck, are you coming? Shit," he moaned. "Looks like you really needed to be put in your place, just needed to be used... god, you made a fuckin' mess, too, you soaked my cock…"

Your little hands tightened into fists, pushing against where his arm held them back, but he stayed steady as he pumped into you, letting himself get a bit lost in the feeling of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

It felt so damn good to have a cunt coming around him, but it was even better knowing that you were fighting it and still couldn’t stop it, completely helpless to how good he was making you feel.

You almost screamed under his hand when he reached down to quickly rub your clit, your back arching to try to run away from his touch; poor thing, you were so sensitive it probably hurt you, but he was having too much fun watching you realize you were going to come again.

"Yeah, gimme another one, slut," he grinned, your legs quivering as waves of slick coated him and started to even drip down your legs. "Can't stop coming like the dirty whore you are, huh? Bet nobody's made you come like this before— cause nobody's given it to you right. Nobody's shown ya what it's supposed to be like when a man takes you and makes you his."

From the way you moaned softly, teary eyes fluttering shut, he knew you liked the sound of that.

"Yeah, wanna be mine, baby? Wanna be my little slut? Or do you want me to pump this pussy full and leave you here on the ground for any other man that comes by to use you if he needs?"

You groaned softly, a weak little noise, and he felt his cock flex; as much as he wanted this to last as long as possible, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“M’close, honey,” he breathed. “I’m gonna come.”

He laughed breathlessly when you shut your eyes, like you were trying to go somewhere else in your mind, trying to pretend this wasn’t real. But it was real, and he wasn’t going to let you forget that. He was elated to make your nightmares come true.

"I sure wouldn't mind pulling out and covering that pretty face you've got,” he hissed. “It'd be funny to see you go back to your little march and show them how owned you are. But not today, babydoll, I think there's only one way you're gonna learn your lesson."

Another muffled gurgle from you, and this time it didn’t even sound like protest. Maybe you were just too tired for that at this point, but it gave him hope that you could finally behave.

"I'm gonna take my hand away from your mouth and you're gonna beg me to come inside you, is that clear?" he grunted, feeling you nod vigorously. "You're not gonna scream are you?"

You shook your head, and he slowly pulled his hand from your mouth as you gasped for air. "Please— come in me," you panted.

"Address me as 'sir'," he instructed.

"Please, sir, I— I want you to come," you whined.

He chuckled right against your ear, feeling you shiver in his grasp. "Honey, I don't give a fuck what you want."

To think you ever resisted your natural desire for submission was absurd now, considering the way that statement made you openly moan, your walls fluttering around him.

“Gonna fill you so fuckin’ deep you’ll never get it outta you, sweetheart.”

One more orgasm washed over you, making him laugh darkly while he watched you bite your lip to attempt to stay quiet; but that was impossible once he fucked you harder just to spite you, having to hold you tight to make sure he got as deep in you as possible. Your whole body shook as he slammed into you, and he laughed at how dumb and helpless you looked.

"Bet you're on those new birth control pills," he grimaced. They really weren’t that new, but he still hadn’t gotten used to them. "Makes me sick to think you're letting a perfectly good womb go to waste. Betcha want me to breed you nice and deep, yeah? Wanna get knocked up? You don't even care that I'm a stranger, you wanna get your pussy filled by any random man's come so you can have any random man's baby, ain't that right?"

At first he had worried that you would scream or cry for help, but now his concern was more that your moans would be too loud and somebody would catch the two of you in this alley. Even if it was obvious now that you wanted it, public indecency was still a crime.

Good thing he had a new way to shut you up: his hand tight around your throat, silencing your sobs to blessed silence. It was so hot to have you entirely at his mercy like that, to feel your pulse beneath his fingers, that he couldn’t stop himself from speeding up his thrusts suddenly.

"Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped, “fuck, y-you… little whore…”

He had a habit of running his mouth when he was right on the edge, and the way your pussy was milking him for all he was worth made him spit out whatever filth he could think of.

“Stupid fuckin' bitch," he mumbled under his breath as he fucked you as fast and rough as he could, chasing his high with no regard for your pleasure or your pain. "Dumb whore, fuck, you stupid— ah, shit— stupid fucking cunt!"

He cried out as he filled you, groaning loudly with every pump of his seed into your waiting body. Only when he was sure every drop was inside you did he release his grip on your neck, a loud gasp coming first before a few coughs and chokes that only made his cock harder despite having just filled you.

You started to struggle again, and he couldn’t believe it— after everything, did you still not know your place?

There wasn’t much time to relax and enjoy the afterglow when you were already trying to get away, and so he had to hold you tight again while he smiled exhaustedly.

“N-no,” you stammered, and he covered your mouth again as he pulled your head back to rest on his shoulder. Clearly he hadn’t done enough yet to fuck that word out of you.

“Where ya goin’, sweetheart?” he panted against your ear, still catching his breath, his chest covered in a thin layer of sweat where it was exposed by his shirt. “You’ve still got another hole to fill.”

#dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes dark fic #bucky barnes noncon #dark!bucky barnes smut

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Best Laid Plans (Part 8/8: Breaking News) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Virgil & Roman, Logan/Patton

Characters:

Main: Virgil, Roman

Appear: Logan, Patton

Mentioned: Remy, Emile, Janus, Remus

Summary:

Virgil (now) Sanders was once a villain vigilante kid down on his luck. After being injured helping the superhero Bluebird, he ended up being adopted by him and his husband. Logan and Patton Sanders helped Virgil in ways he didn’t even know he needed. Since then, he’s put away his persona of Shadow Caster, the strange, hard to label, super who haunted the city for a few years. Instead he’s opted for being a normal teenager and university student.

But while Logan and Patton often forgot in the midst of ice cream and movie nights and arguments about silly little things who he had been, he never had. And when worst comes to worst, Virgil will be willing to reach for a mask once again despite his fathers’ wishes and expectations.

Sometimes even the best laid plans fail.

Thanks to @bilgisticallykosher, @kiapet2, and ASmallForest (on discord) for being betas!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Virgil had not expected Prince to pull off his mask and reveal the face of Roman Sylvia underneath. Honestly, could this night get any weirder?

“But you’re the son of the mayor,” he blurted, not knowing what else to say.

“Yeah, and?” Roman said. “Bluebird’s a math teacher of all things.”

“Yes, but, you’re the mayor’s kid. Why would you need to go out being a secret hero?”

“Well, why were you out being a secret vigilante at…” Roman paused to think for a few seconds. “Wait, we fought for the first time when you were 14?!” He looked horrified by this fact.

“Yeah…” Virgil said awkwardly.

“I beat up a baby?!”

Virgil scowled at him. “I was not a baby… you did not beat me up!”

“Did so!”

“Did not! I always got away, easy.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because I let you,” Roman sniffed. It was the same way he always said he let Virgil win games of Mario Kart.

“Bullshit!” Virgil returned, just like he always did in those moments too.

“I could have used my superstrength on you, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone, so I didn’t.”

“Yeah, so, that was you not being able to control your powers enough to catch me,” Virgil said, folding his arms, “not you purposefully letting me go!”

“Oh, whatever,” Roman replied flippantly. “Why were you even out and about fighting me? You couldn’t even drive. What were you doing robbing banks?”

“You think I don’t realize you were 17 when you started?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah,” Roman said, smugly. “Old enough to drive.”

“You’re the son of the mayor. I was poor. At least I had an excuse!” Virgil exclaimed.

“You’re burning the spam!” Roman exclaimed back.

“Fuck,” Virgil said, whipping back around to remove the frying pan from the stovetop. The slices looked a little crunchy, but that would be fine.

He’d also forgotten to start the water for the ramen, distracted by that whole conversation, so he grabbed a saucepan now and filled it up with enough water to make all of the Ramen at once. It was only after he’d finished with that that he turned back to Roman.

“So…” Virgil said.

“So.”

Virgil crossed his arms and leaned against the counter to study him. “I never pegged you for the superhero type.”

Roman frowned. “Is that an insult, or…?”

Virgil shrugged with a slight teasing smile on his face. “Take it however you want.”

Roman scowled, but then rolled his eyes. “So, what exactly happened then?” Roman asked. “Back then, I mean. How did you end up getting adopted by Bluebird?”

“Uh,” Virgil said. “When I got shot, Logan didn’t want to take me to a hospital since I’d just saved his life. He didn’t want to risk people unmasking me, so he took me home to Patton. Patton fixed me up and then pretty much emotionally adopted me as soon as I woke up because he’s, you know, Patton.”

Roman nodded in understanding.

“I let it slip that I was a foster kid and that my foster father wasn’t a particularly good one. From there they figured out my exact age and why I’d become a vigilante. They had Remy document injuries from my foster father and sent them to the police. Patton pulled some strings,” Virgil gestured towards Roman, since said strings had been his mother, “and the next thing I knew, I was living with them. The rest, you pretty much know. They were good to me; they adopted me, and here we are.”

“Huh,” Roman said.

Virgil turned off the heat once the noodles had finished cooking and started dishing them out into two bowls. He then topped them with the slightly-too-crunchy spam and slid one over to Roman.

“So,” Roman said as he pulled the bowl to himself. “You got to train with Bluebird.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Of course, that’s what you focus on.”

Roman’s nose scrunched up. “And Bluebird is… Mr. Dr. Sanders? That’s wild. I’d never expect it. No wonder no one’s ever figured out his secret identity…”

Roman trailed off, remembering the events of today. There was an awkward silence in which they were clearly both thinking the same thing. No one had ever figured out his secret identity until today. He hadn’t been wearing a mask when they’d found him.

Roman stared into his bowl of noodles. “You know,” he said after a few moments, “it… it actually does kind of fit in a weird way. Your dad being Bluebird.”

“How so?” Virgil asked curiously. Logan Sanders had always been Bluebird to Virgil. He’d never had to put the two identities together; they’d always just been the same person.

“Well, when I look at Bluebird, I don’t really think of Logan Sanders the math and physics nerd, but if I think about what Logan Sanders would be if he ended up a superhero… yeah, that tracks.”

Virgil snorted. “How does that even make any sense, Princey?”

“I don’t know,” said Roman. “Just… yeah, no, your dad would 1000% just roll his eyes at villains monologuing at him and then throw them into a wall so he could get back home to grade a calculus exam. I can’t believe no one’s ever figured it out.”

“Well, a few people have to be fair,” Virgil said with a laugh.

“Dr. Patton?”

“Well, he got a pretty big hint from what I understand, but yeah, he put it together. So did Remy, actually.”

“Remy knows?” Roman asked.

“Pretty much since Patton has,” Virgil confirmed. “Logan told me when he started fostering me, not that he had a choice because he’d already shown me his house as Bluebird. He told Emile after that because, I, uh, needed therapy with someone he trusted. It’s… it was a pretty closely guarded secret.”

They descended into silence again after that, going back to eating their food. They eventually migrated to the couch once finished, waiting on Patton to be done with whatever he was doing to help Logan. Clearly growing bored after a bit, Roman leaned over and flipped on the television. They watched the end of some sitcom rerun before the channel switched over to the early morning news at 4am.

They listened to the main story that most people were going to wake up to today, and which was likely going to be blasted all over the news, all day.

“What the hell did he do?” Virgil breathed.

There had been a blackout across a good 1/8th of the city, centered exactly at the old factory they’d invaded earlier in the night. That wasn’t much of a surprise to Virgil and Roman since they’d both noticed the lack of lights when they’d left the building. What did surprise them was reports of people having memory loss. The police had even ended up finding the factory as it appeared to be the epicenter of whatever had happened. They weren’t sure what had happened yet as it was breaking news and the police hadn’t had time to investigate, but the news clearly thought it must have been some villain attack.

“Does your dad have mental powers?” Roman asked.

“I…” Virgil said. “He did allude to having something once or twice, but I never thought...” Had Logan… erased everyone’s memories? There were no fatalities reported yet. Everyone who’d been in the factory was still unconscious, but people who’d been outside of the factory but within a mile of it pretty much had no recollection of the past 12 hours. Who knew what had happened to the people in the factory. Virgil wondered if Logan even knew.

“Well,” Roman commented, “Bluebird just became even more terrifying.”

They continued to watch the newscast, and Roman ended up scrolling through twitter to see if there was any more news breaking that hadn’t gotten to the mainstream.

It was pretty much all the newscasters talked about besides the weather for the next hour. It was an evolving story. The police had found prisoners in cells in a different part of the facility than Roman and Virgil had been in. They were also unconscious and hadn’t been identified yet. So far, nothing could be recovered from the computers despite their generators not having let the computers be cut from power for too long. They’d seemingly been completely wiped somehow.

Just like everyone's minds.

The news went on a small break before promising to start up again at 5. That’s when Patton finally came out of the bedroom.

Roman and Virgil both looked back at him when they heard the door open. He paused and blinked at their maskless faces.

Virgil just shrugged. “He figured us out,” he explained.

“Hi, Dr. Patton,” Roman said.

“Hello, Roman. I didn’t realize you were a superhero.” Virgil would give him a couple of hours before he did the math on Prince’s first appearance and Roman’s age, but for now he seemed too tired and distracted to notice anything amiss. Or even to really react to Roman being Prince at all.

Patton turned to Virgil. “Lo’s fixed up now,” he said. “He’d like to see you. I’m just getting him some soup.”

Relief crashed over Virgil. He’d felt fairly confident that Logan would be okay once Patton had his hands on him, but still, it was a relief to know he was bandaged up with no unforeseen issues.

“Yeah, I’ll go check in with him,” Virgil said.

“Why don’t you sit down for a second, Dr. Patton,” Roman suggested, hopping to his feet. “I’ll prepare the soup. You’ve been standing and worrying for a while.”

Patton flashed him a half smile that was a bit brittle around the edges. “If I sit down, I might crash.”

“Well, that’s okay too!” Roman said. “You deserve to rest a bit.”

Virgil highly doubted the type of crash Patton meant was the physical kind, and that was only emphasized by the tight-lipped smile he gave Roman in response. He did, however, sit on the couch. Virgil handed Patton the remote while getting to his feet.

“You might want to… change to a non-news station,” he suggested.

“Mmm,” Patton acknowledged.

Virgil then turned to the bedroom door. It was closed but cracked open, and Virgil pushed it the rest of the way open to slip inside before closing it completely behind him.

Logan was no longer in his ripped superhero suit. Patton had at some point helped him change into pajamas and had left him propped up on the bed for eating. He looked rather normal except for a bandage on his neck and a couple of bruises disappearing behind the mask on his face, but Virgil knew very well that he was a lot worse for wear underneath his clothes.

He glanced up when Virgil came in.

“Did Prince leave?” he asked, curiously.

Virgil was confused for a moment before he remembered that he was no longer wearing a mask. “Oh, uh, no,” Virgil said. “Prince turned out to be Roman and tonight was all he needed to figure all of us out, so there’s no point to the masks anymore.”

“Roman as in Rhea’s child, Roman?” Logan asked.

“That’d be the one,” Virgil said with a shrug.

He hummed in acknowledgment, contemplating the information for a long moment. Then, he patted the bed next to him.

Virgil was rounding the bed in an instant to climb up into the empty space next to him. He was careful while settling down near him, moving close but not quite touching him since he wasn’t sure where exactly all of his injuries were. He turned on his side to face him, cheek laying on the same pillow as Logan’s head.

“Hey there,” Logan said softly once Virgil had stopped moving.

“Hi, Dad.”

Logan didn’t move to turn onto his side for obvious reasons, but he did shift a bit so he could reach over and pet the back of Virgil’s head for a couple of seconds before just letting his arm flop down onto the bed, curled half around his son.

“Thank you, I suppose I should say,” Logan said after a few seconds. “Though I am not a fan of your methods of saving me.”

Virgil scowled slightly, not that Logan could see it with the way his face was staring at the ceiling. He hoped his dad senses allowed him to feel Virgil’s discontent with that statement anyway. “You don’t even know my methods.”

Logan glanced over at him briefly, an eyebrow raised. “I was informed there was something about a decoy shadow under a pile of blankets and observed you in costume in a secured facility.”

“And what of it?” Virgil asked.

“You were impatient,” Logan scolded. “You could have gotten yourself hurt.”

“Of course, I was impatient,” Virgil argued. “I wasn’t just going to sit around and do nothing.”

“You should have sat around and thought through a plan.”

“Sometimes plans are fucking stupid,” Virgil shot back. “Like yours. My plan worked.”

“And my plan likely would have worked as well, eventually,” Logan said.

“Well, we know mine worked, and quicker, so what’s the problem?”

Logan huffed. “Just because someone manages not to get hurt doing something reckless like jumping from a two-story building doesn’t mean jumping from a two-story building was a good idea.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well your plan was like jumping from a three-story building.”

“My plan was perfectly well thought out,” Logan insisted, a stubborn tilt to his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” Virgil asked. “And what exactly did you think I was going to do when you made your plan? Because it’s not a good plan when I was always going to do what I did.”

Logan sighed. “Good point,” he conceded, shutting his eyes. He apparently was willing to let the argument die there for the moment at least. He was clearly exhausted. Virgil was sure he’d hear more about it when the man was feeling better though.

There was a long pause in which Virgil pressed his face against Logan’s shoulder. He’d honestly thought that Logan had fallen asleep, with his eyes closed and his breathing leveling out. Yet after a few minutes, Logan spoke again.

“You have a hero’s soul, you know,” he said conversationally.

“What?” Virgil asked, not quite sure what he was talking about, but still saying, “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” Logan corrected easily. “It’s admirable, but I fear it’s also liable to drive you towards stupidity.”

“I do not, and it does not,” Virgil argued back.

“The last time you threw yourself into danger for me, it was in front of a bullet.”

Virgil was silent.

“I was very much hoping there wouldn’t be a repeat performance.”

They were silent again, because of course there had been a repeat performance. How could there not have been? When Logan was Bluebird and Logan was Logan. Virgil would have literally thrown himself in front of a bullet again if the circumstances had necessitated it.

Logan sighed, knowing what Virgil was saying with his silence.

“I’m fine,” said Virgil.

“I know.”

“You’re not.”

“I will recover.”

“Will you?”

Silence, and Virgil knew what Logan was saying in his.

There was a knock at the door then. “I come bearing soup,” Roman’s voice declared.

“Come in,” said Logan.

Roman shouldered the door open, a tray of soup in his arms. “Hey, Mr. Dr. Sanders,” he said with a small smile.

“Hello, Roman,” Logan replied. “I suppose I can take my mask off.”

“Here, I’ll do it,” offered Virgil, reaching up to carefully pull the black mask off of Logan’s face. He tried not to wince at the purpling bruises covering it.

Roman came fully into the room, and Patton followed closely behind. Roman settled the tray on Logan’s lap while Patton perched on the edge of the bed. Patton’s hand reached back to touch Virgil’s ankle briefly.

“Thank you,” Logan said as Roman sat down in one of the chairs in the room. It was awkward and quiet while Logan started eating his soup.

“So,” Roman eventually said, breaking the silence, “I never would have guessed Bluebird was a nerd.”

Logan scoffed immediately and rolled his eyes. He pointed his spoon threateningly at Roman. “Enough out of you.”

“No, seriously, great secret identity. You could walk into class still in the Bluebird suit and everyone would wonder why Professor Sanders was cosplaying Bluebird that day.”

“Honestly, I should have been able to guess with you,” Logan grumbled. Roman smiled slightly, and Virgil was glad Roman was here to lighten the mood and make Logan act a bit like normal.

“You know, I have so many questions for you!”

Logan arched an eyebrow, looking tired, but in a different way than he already was tired. “Like what?”

“If you think too hard about a math equation, do you accidently explode your chalkboard?”

Logan stared at him for a moment and then Roman yelped, shooting off of his seat. “Hey!”

Virgil snickered as Logan smirked into his soup.

“Yes,” Patton answered, with a soft smile.

Logan turned to him with a pout. “I haven’t done that since my dissertation.”

“And when you read the Dahlberg paper 3 years ago,” Patton reminded him.

They continued to argue about it then in that soft way that they always argued. That being, it wasn’t really an argument at all. If Virgil closed his eyes, he could pretend it was just a normal night at home with his parents and that Roman was visiting. That was enough for now.

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