#the ending/pull-back scene of dine harder got to me!!! it was cute

[slightlyhopefulromantic]

"but what do i know? i'm just a simple honeymooner."

[babymetaldoll]

Spilling drinks on my settee (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Prompt: Start a story with "Can you keep a secret?"

Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader 

Word count: 2,8K

Genre: Fluff

Warning: none 

Summary: Spencer is drunk with Morgan, finally sharing his feelings for Reader 

Part two

Masterlist

- “Can you keep a secret?”

Spencer was drunk. He leaned over Derek tapping on his shoulder a few times, making him chuckle at the scene. Dr. Reid was never the one to go out, less going to a bar and have a few too many drinks. Hell no! He could be the designated driver for life, if only he liked to drive. When he joined his BAU friends on their nights out, he would usually stick with a whisky that could last the whole night, or even left untouched at the table after he left. But that night, Spencer Walter Reid was drunk as a skunk. Wasted. And his best friend was the only witness.

- “Ok kid, tell me your secret”

- “I'm in love”- the words came like a slur out of his lips, the ones that curled into a guilty smile- Stupid, crazy, and irrevocably in love.

- “No shit!”- Derek pretended to be surprised, but he would have been a lousy profiler if he had missed the look on his best friend's face in the latest months. He nearly had hearts draw on his eyes, like a cartoon.

- “Yesss”- he made that "s" sound longer than it should have and closed his eyes for a few seconds- “Yes, I am.”

Morgan was still chuckling as he stared at the kid. He was still a kid for him, though he was already 30. He still acted like one, still shy, inexperienced. He had more attitude on his job now, on the field, with the unsubs, his pairs. But in his personal life... well, that was a whole different story.

- “Do you want to know who she is?”- Reid whispered and brought a finger to his lips.

- “But shhhh! you can't tell anyone 'cos it's a secret”- it was getting harder for Morgan to remain serious at that conversation, but he managed to keep his poker face and nodded at his friend.

- “But you can't tell Penelope 'cos she is going to tell the whole FBI! I'm sure!”

- “I won't tell her”

- “When I told her I was afraid of the dark, everybody ended up making fun of me...”

- “I swear I won't, kid”- Derek nodded and reassured his best friend he could trust him. He knew it was hard for Reid to talk about his feelings, that was probably why he had gotten that drunk to share them.

It had been unusual when Spencer walked over to Derek and asked if he wanted to get a drink with him after work. It was weirder when he said he wanted it to be just the two of them instead of the whole team, cos "he had some serious business" he wanted to share with him.

- “I'm in love with (Y/N)”- and yes, Derek was right. Spencer wanted to talk about the obvious.

The whole team knew he was in love with (Y/N). It was crystal clear. It was so obvious even Strauss had joked about it with Rossi once. Yes, Spencer's feelings were so clear and visible, everybody was aware of his love.

Everyone but (Y/N), apparently.

Derek knew ('cos it was a well-established fact that Penelope couldn't keep a secret) that (Y/N) was sure Spencer wasn't interested in her. Garcia had tried to convince her their genius was head over feet for her, but Reid had made an excellent job in looking uninterested in her.

Why? 'cos he was stupid, and it had nothing to do with his high IQ. It was simply 'cos he was scared. Petrified by the idea he could lose her, so he had made sure his actions were nothing but friendly with her. They were best friends ever since they met, over six years ago when they both had started in the BAU, but despite their feelings, none of them had acted on them.

- “No way!”- Derek pretended to be shocked, and Spencer was so drunk he didn't get Morgan's sarcasm. Instead, he nodded and sighed.

- “Yes, I love her... I am in love, I think about her all day long when I'm not with her, and when she is around, I can't stop staring, she is the sun and I orbit around her existence.”

Derek widened his eyes as he listened to the corniest words he had ever heard Spencer pronounce before.

- “And I need help, 'cos I don't know what to do about it”

- “I think you should tell her, kid”- but Spencer shook his head frantically as if his friend had asked him to do the worst thing he could have ever thought.

- “No man, really, you've got a pretty good chance there, and you don't wanna live in the regret of thinking what could have been if you had done anything”

- “No, Morgan, I can't, I can't do that”- Spencer nearly started shaking at his best friend's suggestion. The fact he was being honest about his feelings to his friend was one thing, but sharing those feelings with the woman of his dreams, that wasn't on his plans.

Why? He couldn't find a good reason to do it. As far as he knew, letting (Y/N) know he loved her as no one had ever loved her before, could only mean the end of their friendship. And Spencer could live having (Y/N) only as his friend for the rest of his life, though it would break his heart deeper and deeper every day. But he couldn't live not having her by his side. He knew he couldn't. And he was sure if he revealed his true feelings to her, she was going to leave his side and disappear, end their friendship, and ignore his existence for the rest of his life.

Yes, Spencer was being dramatic, but he was scared. His mind kept telling him as soon as he told her how much he loved her, (Y/N) was going to disappear from his life as fast as everyone he cared for had done before.

- “If you don't want to tell her, then what's your plan, kid?”- Morgan asked the one million dollar question. Spencer just stared at him and took a sip of his whiskey.

- “I don't know”

- “Shit!”- Derek nearly shouted- “That's the first time I ever hear you say such a thing! man!”

- “Shut up! I don't know why I'm telling you this, I knew you were gonna make fun of me”

Spencer rested his head on his arm on the table and closed his eyes.

- “I just thought 'cos you are so smooth with women, maybe you could help me”

- “I can help you, Reid, I can, you just have to be open to the idea of telling her how you feel”

- “How can I tell her? she is gonna hate me”

- “She won't!”- Morgan tapped on his friend's back again and tried to calm him down.

- “How do you know?! You have never been rejected by any woman ever since I met you!”- but it didn't work, mostly because there was nothing on earth that could calm Spencer down at that point.

- “I know she likes you”

- “Sure, right!”- Reid snorted and finished what was left in his glass- “I need another one.”

- “You need to slow down, maybe get some water and fresh air”- Morgan stopped him when he tried to get to the bar and pulled him back to his seat

- “No, no no, you don't get it, Morgan, she went on a date with some random guy from a dating website...”

And Morgan realized where his friend's fears were coming from.

- “She is looking for someone, and clearly that someone ain't me!”

- “Maybe she is looking for someone to stop thinking about you”- Spencer furrowed his brows at Derek's words and stared at his hands on the table for a moment.

- “Come on man! you have to give yourself some credit! you are smart, you are funny, she is always laughing when she is around you”

- “At me! laughing at me! everybody laughs at me!”- for someone so smart, Dr. Reid was acting like an ass.

- “With you! be real, she is the girl who laughs at your jokes, listens to your rambling for hours, and actually pays attention to what you say”- Reid nodded, thinking of the sound of her laughter- “And you two spend most of your weekends off together!”

- “Clearly, she doesn't want to do that anymore, if she is looking for guys on dating apps”- Reid sounded bitter and hurt, two things he had never been very good at dealing with.

- “Why don't you ask her?”- Derek knew what Spencer was going to answer at that, the same he had said when he told him to be honest with her about his feelings: "No way". But instead, he only got a deep silence back.

- “Reid?”

- “You know what? I'm gonna ask her”- he whispered and nodded at himself- “I wanna ask her if she doesn't want to spend time with me anymore”

Morgan widened his eyes in shock.

- “And I'm gonna ask her now!”

- “Wait, kid”- but this time, he couldn't stop him, Reid grabbed his sachet, his jacket and stormed out of the bar, stumbling against a few people on his way out, 'cos he was too drunk to walk straight.

- “Kid! come one, wait!”

Derek followed him as fast as he could and grabbed his arm as he walked to her house. (Y/N) lived a few blocks from the bar, Reid didn't need a cab to get there, and he decided to face her and ask her why she didn't want to spend time with him anymore.

Of course, that wasn't the reason (Y/N) had gone out on that date. She actually wanted to spend all of her free time with him, but Prentiss had her forced to go out after hearing she hadn't been out in at least two years. Two years without a date. Two years actually without sex. Emily nearly died at the news, she couldn't believe anyone could live like that, and so, she forced her friend out with some random guy from a website.

- “There's no way you are spending another Friday night on your own! you need to have fun!”

- “I'm not gonna spend Friday night on my own! Friday nights are board game nights with Reid”- Prentiss frowned and crossed her arms on her chest staring at (Y/N) pouting.

- “Whatever it is you are thinking, please don't say it”

- “Boardgames with Reid, please tell me that means he is fucking your brains off on his dining table on top of a monopoly board”- (Y/N) wished her friend was right, but no.

- “Actually... no, it's Jenga night”

- “You are so going out this weekend!”

And she did, not Friday night, but Saturday afternoon. And it had been one of the worst dates (Y/N) had ever been on. Just like she had said that day back in the office, the guy was cute but dumb. On his behalf, she was in love with Spencer Walter Reid, any guy on earth was going to look dumb compared to him. But to be honest, he wasn't really bright either. And (Y/N) wasn't into him at all. They had a coffee, went to see a movie, and called it the night.

Spencer had no idea about that date, she never wanted to tell him 'cos it meant nothing to her. But after hearing the story of the date earlier that day, Spencer was a mess. He didn't know what to think, and that was the reason he was out there, drunk, asking Derek for advice.

He had tried to avoid her for the rest of the afternoon, he was upset, and he knew he was going to be passive-aggressive if they shared any word - he couldn't help it even when he knew he didn't have to act that way- and so, he didn't look from his paperwork until it was time to leave.

It was a good thing they were swamped with work, and (Y/N) didn't notice her best friend was giving him the cold shoulder from a safe distance.

- “Reid, Reid, wait!”- Morgan grabbed his best friend's arm and stopped him in his tracks- “What are you doing? you can't talk to her like this!”

- “I want to know! I deserve to know!”

- “Kid, you are drunk, you are not thinking straight”

- “Or am I?”- Spencer was slurring and his eyes were half-closed. Still, he knew what he was doing. He was making a mistake on purpose 'cos at that point, he was desperate.

- “Come on man, you are not thinking this, (Y/N) never said she is going out 'cos she doesn't want to spend her time you with you, those are your insecurities talking”

- “If she didn't do it because of that, then why?”- but Morgan couldn't answer, not because he didn't know the answer, but because Reid's retchings forced him to help him and pull his scarf and sachet back as he started puking in the middle of the sidewalk.

- “I think I'm gonna take you home now, kid”

Spencer felt like shit. He wasn't only drunk, but also miserable. He hated getting intoxicated like his, but he had no idea what else to do. He was lost and scared and wretched. He thought talking with Derek was gonna help, but he didn't know what to expect from his friend anyway, the only advice he got from Morgan was sharing his feelings with (Y/N), but... Reid knew he wasn't doing that, not in this life. Not if it meant he could lose her.

- “What the hell is going on here?”- (Y/N)'s voice felt like cold water running down Spencer's spine. He paused his puking for a second to look at her, and kind of smiled.

- “Oh! hey Buttercup!”- and that was all he could say before he continued vomiting.

- “Derek?”- the woman was shocked, had Spencer just called her by a cute nickname? she had always done it with him, he was her honey bunny, but he had never done it before... and she loved it- “What the fuck?”

- “Hey pretty girl!”- Morgan did his best to play it cool, though he was also freaking out. He knew (Y/N) wasn't going to be happy to know he let Spencer get that drunk. He was aware it wasn't his fault (not completely), but he also knew she was going to blame him anyway.

- “Why is Spencer drunk and puking on the front steps of my building?”

- “There's a very logical explanation for this”- Derek tried to elaborate on that idea, but nothing came to his head.

- “We had a few drinks”- Reid whispered and sighed, after everything he had eaten and drank had left his stomach.

- “Did you know alcohol is essentially a toxin, and so it can easily upset your stomach and cause you to vomit, particularly if you consume too much?”

Of course, being drunk didn't stop Spencer from being himself. After all, he didn't know how to be anybody else.

- “And now I'm taking him home”- Derek wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulder and looked around, trying to find a cab.

- “But what are you guys doing here?”- (Y/N) wasn't getting what was going on, and she was honestly concerned Spencer was intoxicated. She knew he lived alone, no one was going to take care of him.

- “Honey, do you wanna come inside?”

- “Yes, yes, I do”- Reid didn't hesitate- “We should go inside”

- “No, you are drunk, you are going to your house”- Derek didn't let Spencer move, knowing he was too drunk to have a coherent conversation with (Y/N), and making his best to prevent him from making a huge mistake. 

Morgan knew she was in love with him, but he didn't want him to talk to her under the influence, he knew it was something Spencer was going to regret in the morning.

- “Are you sure you don't wanna let him stay here?”- the girl asked and bit her lip, worried- “He can stay on my couch...”

- “He's gonna be ok, I'll take care of him”- Morgan smiled at (Y/N) and nodded- “It's my fault he is like this, I'm not gonna let you clean this mess.”

Her lips curled into a short smile. She looked at her best friend wasted, puke on his pants and shoes. His hair was a mess - a mess she wanted to run her fingers through, even when he was intoxicated - and his brow eyes were glassy. Even drunk he was gorgeous.

- “I'll call you tomorrow, ok?”- she whispered and Spencer nodded- “And I'll see you at work... I'll bring aspirins and coffee”- he kept nodding, feeling sick at the stomach again.

Derek stopped a cab and helped Reid in as (Y/N) stood at the sidewalk staring at her friends leaving.

- “What the fuck just happened?”

- “You owe me, kid”- Reid heard those words as he hugged his pillow and closed his eyes. He was on his bed, still fully dressed. He had only managed to take out his satchel and his shoes.

- “I wanted to stay over”- he murmured, making Morgan chuckle. The kid was acting like one.

- “Believe me, you'll thank me in the morning”

[limitlessgojo]

The Truth Hurts, but does it really?

Kamo Noritoshi x F!Reader

This is Part 2 of the story.

Here is part 1

Extra: Kamo's POV

You quickly flew straight to the edge of the campus. Thank goodness it's covered in many trees at the border. You gently made your descent and jogged over to a small open field surrounded by trees. There were small bushes of roses here and there. Releasing your cursed technique, you sat down on a flat stone and breathed out a large sigh.

You took a moment to breathe and looked up to see the pink, orange, and blue sky. The sun was beginning to set. It's gorgeous. 'What in earth do I do now?! I just confessed to him didn't I? In front of like at least half the student body?!'

You can literally hear your pulse thundering against your eardrums with how furiously your heart is beating, both from the adrenaline of flying high up and the disaster that just happened.

You remembered the shock in Noritoshi's eyes. He didn't look so happy upon hearing the confession. 'I've gone and fcked up didn't I? How could I ever talk to him again?'. You finally decided to live a life of forgetting him. 'Okay. I'll definitely apologise. Not now but soon". What more can you do? Just do your best to put your feelings for him behind.

"Ahhhh, I wanna listen to BTS." You reached for your phone, only to realize it wasn't with you. Ah shit. What a day this was. You only wanted your phone, but even that was with Noritoshi-senpai.

You closed your eyes and sat quietly. About 10 to 15 minutes passed in silence. It was just you, the wind that you loved so much, the trees, and the darkening skies. Finally, your pulse slowed down to a steady beat. You could feel the fog from your head clearing up a bit more, your thoughts getting more organized as you began to compartmentalize.

You blew out a loud breath and sigh as you felt yourself getting hungry. You needed to go back soon, but you didn't have any courage to do so. The sun had already set, and the sky was turning darker by the second.

But just standing up and thinking about Noritoshi already makes your knees weak. You've always found it a bit harder to fall in love. But when you do, you completely find yourself devoted to that person.

"Why I am I like this?!!" You frustratedly pulled the roots of your hair. "Why indeed y/n". At the sound of your name, you whipped your head towards the source of the sound, only to find Noritoshi standing at the edge of the open clearing by the trees. He was damn good at hiding his presence.

Time froze. The harsh winds have transformed into a gentle breeze. You didn't dare breathe, just stared at him. Then remembered what you had to do. "I'm so sorry for earlier." You blurted out loud as you suddenly stood up.

Noritoshi's expression darkened. You felt yourself shiver and shrink into yourself. 'Ah, I made him more mad didn't I?". He walked towards you, while you slowly stepped backwards. "I didn't mean to confess- I mean, there was this cursed tool that Mai senpai had- and she and Momo senpai told me they wanted to help me look for my phone, but that was after I did what they-".

Your words were brought to a halt as your back hit the trunk of a tree. Noritoshi stopped just as you did. The sky grew dark and another awkward silence stretched between the two of you. He suddenly leaned down and sternly said, "Don't apologize".

What.

"Are you apologising because you like me? It makes me feel bad, like you're trying to take your confession back." He grumbled, confusing you further.

".... How did you even find me?"

"Your cursed energy is leaking everywhere, I could sense it from afar." He stated.

He was still frowning. You found yourself wanting to smooth out the lines on his face, so you cupped his cheek. The edges of his lips quirked up as you did so, and he leaned ever so slightly into your touch. You eyed his features, eventually settling on his lips. 'Does he like me back?'

Finding a burst of bravery, you looked up at him, straight into his eyes and confessed properly.

"Noritoshi senpai. I've liked you for a long time now. I think I more than like you, but I'm not sure if you feel the same way so...." You trailed off feeling more unsure by the second.

He leaned down, placing one hand above yours, and pressed in close to you until his half lidded eyes were all that you can see. You can feel his breath against your lips, only a centimeter apart from his. He smells so good and clean, like warm freshly laundered cotton sheets with fabric softener. You felt the tension seep away from your form as he finally murmured "I love you too", in response to your confession from earlier.

His lips pressed against yours as you closed your eyes. Warmth was all you could feel around you. Your head feels way too fuzzy like you're tucked in the softest blankets in the middle of winter.

You reached up and clasped your hands together behind the base of his neck, playing with the baby hairs there. He shivered then slid an arm around your waist with another hand behind your head, pulling you even closer to him.

His lips were so soft. You nibbled on his lower lip, and you felt him smile against you. He then pried your lips apart with his tongue and slipped it inside your mouth. This was your first kiss, so you just let him lead. Before long, you were running short of air, and you repeatedly patted his shoulder before he got the message and let go.

It was only then you realized how heavy Noritoshi was breathing as well, his face flushed red. Visible even in the dark. "Is it too fast for you?" He quietly asked. Even at a time like this, he is so thoughtful. "N-no, I'm fine." you replied as you stared back at him. He smiled as you brought your hands to his face. Kissing the tips of your fingers, then the inside of your wrist, he pulled you back and peppered kisses all over your face.

He pulled you down to the ground. You sat in his lap, making yourself comfortable before leaning back up to catch his lips. His hands felt hot and heavy, running down the side of your body, as if trying to convince himself that this is real. Noritoshi tasted too good. You were losing yourself in him.

He pulled down the collar of your uniform to suck the skin and leave love marks there, making you moan out and shiver.

"Senpai! I- I've never-". He stopped and kissed you on the forehead ever so gently. "Let's take it slow then love? I've never as well".

You stare at him, unbelieving. The man should have some experience with the way he made you so dizzy. "I'm telling the truth you know." He muttered, ears red.

It was then you realized that he was trying to put on a stronger front. So that he could take the lead and not seem awkward.

He brought his lips beside your ears as he nervously laughed, his breath making you shiver. 'Ah. Her ears and neck are her weak points' Noritoshi thought to himself.

"Be mine?" He asked you while kissing the side of your neck. "Yes I'm all yours. As long as you're mine too." You shook as he latched onto your weak spots. You pushed at his chest. "Can I get a bit of air?" You whispered. He smiled down at you, giving you a bit of space.

A distraction would be nice. "Here's your phone." he handed it to you. "Aaahhh you're the best Noritoshi senpai!!!" He leaned down once again pressing his lips to your ear as he whispered, "Didn't realize that you loved me more than you did BTS." (This man doesn't have any self control when it comes to you apparently).

For the millionth time that night, your brain just stopped functioning. You felt your cheeks heat up even more, realising that he saw the polaroid of both of you that was stuck to the back of the phone case. Just under the Suga photocard.

"Noritoshi senpai, I don't think I can handle anymore teasing." You weakly tried to push him off while he continued kissing your ear and neck. 'Has he always been this touchy??', you wondered.

"Toshi".

"Huh?" Now it was his turn to blush and fluster.

"I wanna call you Toshi, if you don't mind. Or darling?" You smiled up at him as you hug him tightly once more. He flushed REALLY BRIGHT RED upon hearing the term of endearment. 'He is so cute.' "Of course you can. Call me anything you want love", he snuggled against you, rubbing your cheeks together.

....

.. .

"Toshi, we need to go back now."

"Ah" he said. "Five more minutes". He dove back for more kisses. Who knew Kamo Noritoshi was just a fluffy teddy bear?

"Fine. But I'm the one flying us back, we need to hurry later." You pouted up at him, but he just gently smiled and kissed your pout away.

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Epilogue (Bonus after story scene)

Five minutes later, on the dot because Noritoshi is proper like that, he was holding onto you, as both of you flew back to the main building. "Oh bloody hell." You muttered as you could see Mai and Momo cheering and hooting from afar. "Nup, detour. Toshi! My room or yours?" You asked him. Putting your cursed technique in motion as you placed another invisible cloak over the both of you.

"Mine", he replied straight-faced as ever. "Y/N-CHAN you owe us deets tomorrow!!!" both girls yelled out loud as soon as they saw both of you disappear. "Oh my gosh, just ignore them Toshi." He laughed above you, still holding onto your shoulders. You both landed in front of the door to his room. "We should thank them for somehow helping us get together. But then again they're the types to hold it against us so best to not thank them." he said as you both entered his room.

Your heart kick-started another fast beat as you walked inside. You're alone, with your lover.

"I'm home" he said. You felt your eyes mist a bit. Oh how you loved him fiercely with all your heart, and now he's all yours. "Welcome home, Toshi".

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Second extra side scene:

Arata was still rummaging around, looking for your phone until he ended up in the common dining room. "Good evening Zenin senpai, Nishimiya senpai, have any of you seen y/n's phone? She misplaced it somewhere." He wheezed out.

"Noritoshi found it already, it's all good." Mai found herself laughing at the poor boy who was stressed out from you earlier, freaking out about losing your Lil Meow Meow or something. "Ahh, I can finally get some rest." Arata cried.

(yes reward the poor boy who looked for your phone for hours and still ended up empty handed, while Noritoshi somehow found it immediately).

Author's notes: Hope you enjoyed reading! This was originally intended as a one-shot. But it grew much longer than I expected so I made it a two-part. And now I can think of extending it for a bit longer. Or leaving it as it is.

[writingchalamet]

Just On Set

squishybebe asked:

Hii, I love your last imagine it was great thank youu...  Could you do another imagine where you're a singer and Timothee is playing your love interest in your music video, so you guys have to film some cute and intimate scenes...

A/N: I’m using the song ‘Kiss it better’ by Rihanna. This turned out a bit steamier than what I originally planned 💖 anyway stay safe and have a good day and thank you for 500 followers!!

It was the second day of filming for your latest music video, you had spent the day yesterday filming your close ups and glamour shots but today you were to be joined by Timothée Chalamet, who would be playing your love interest in the video. You were supprised he agreed to do the project, music videos not really being his fortes, however you had met him a few months prior at an award ceremony after party, and after gushing about how incredibly talented you thought he was for a good ten minutes you expressed how much you’d love for him to be in one of your videos. He somehow agreed and here you are.

Your hands fumbled around in your lap shaking slightly while you sat in your hair and makeup chair, the anticipation of Timothée’s arrival was making you a nervous wreck. “Would you calm down! You’re gonna be fine!” Your makeup artist Kiera insisted, taking a brush to your lips touching them up.

“I know but it’s just nerve wracking, he’s this big talented actor who I happened to run my mouth off to and now he’s coming here to play all lovey dovey with me! And I’m no actor what if he thinks I’m shit and leaves!” An exasperated sigh fell from your lips, with a huff you sat back in your chair throwing a strop in a toddler esque manner.

“Yeah she’s just through here” you hear faintly behind the door before there’s a sudden knock on it. You pull your robe closer around your body, “come in!” You yell, hearing the hinges creak lightly as the door slowly opened. It revealed your publicist and none other than Timothée standing in the door frame, hair styled away from his face in sweeping waves. He gives you a soft smile. “Hello sorry to barge in while you’re getting ready, but I’m really looking forwards to working with you today” he steps forward, extending his hand to you to shake.

You take his hand, his grip was firm but friendly. “It’s a pleasure really, I’m looking forwards to it” Keira teases your hair one final time “there we go you’re done” you lean forwards in your chair and look in the mirror, “You look lovely” Timothée smiles from his lingering stance behind you. “Thank you” you smiled back. “Right well I better go and get dressed and I’ll see you on set” Timmy lenses you a final smile before stepping outside of the room. You rose from your seated position and dropped your robe from your shoulders leaving you in your ‘costume’ for your first shots of the day.

You walk through the halls of the humongous house to the first set location of the day, in the dining hall. Your heals clicking along the hard wood floors caught the attention of Timothée as well as the director as you stepped inside of the room. “My beautiful angel, you look gorgeous, are you ready to begin!” Paolo the director yells across the room striding towards you taking your face into his hands, you had worked with him many times and become very close friends over the years. Your eyes looked in Timothée’s direction and softened from your nervous stance slightly. “I’m ready if you are” You let out a soft giggle. 

Getting into position, you were both seated at opposite ends of a twelve seated dining table, a nice contrast to how close you would become later on throughout the shoot. The producers and runners fixed up a few things in the shot before the cameras started filming. “Ready! Roll music...Action!” A couple of lines of the ‘song begin blasting out from the speakers behind the director. 

 Been waiting on that sunshine boy I think I need that back, can’t do it like that no one else gonna get it like that.

You sat across from each other, two camera men standing by each of your sides, catching each of your nuances. Your head lifted and you directed your eye-line towards Timothée, his eyes meeting yours at the same time. You tilted your head the camera moving forward to catch your actions more closely. Timothée’s hands lay down on the table before his chair screeches, pushing it back, so he can move into a standing postition. Your takes a more wide angle shot as you sit up straighter in your chair. Timothée straitens his tie, the camera getting a close up shot of his hands working on the material around his neck. ‘CUT’ The music stops rolling and the camera men roll their cameras back into the original positions.

“That was beautiful, you both look sexy and fierce I love it!” Paolo shouts from across the hall. You giggle shaking your head you look up and see Timothée sharing a laugh also. “Are we ready to move on or do you want to refilm anything darling?” His precocious mannerisms always made him so much easier to work with, “no I think we got it!”

So I argue, you yell, but you take me back, Who cares when it feels like crack, boy you know that you always do it right

“Action!” The music blares through the speakers once again, and the camera pans out on Timothée striding towards you, you casually play with one of the diamonds falling from your ear, a smirk placed on your face. Timothée reaches you, standing behind your chair, one of the camera men moves to the other end of the table where Timothée once sat and the other stood next to you getting the close up. Timothée’s arms encased you, one travelling slowly down your body and the other moving around your neck and shoulders, he leaned down as if to whisper in your ear, leaving a kiss at the connecting part of your jawline. Your head rolled to the back of the chair. One arm lifted to caress his face whilst the other raised to hold the one around your chest. You both leaned in lips grazing, your eyes fluttered shut.

“CUT! Ugh I could cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Jesus you two are hot!” His strong accent only made you laugh harder. You pulled away from each other, sitting up straight again in your chair, Timmy was leaning on the back of, you look up to him and give him a shy smile which he gladly returned.

“Right so your next shot in this location is the steamy make out session where you get to throw her around the room a little Timothée, okay, and then we’re done with this location! Okay, shall we take 5, get some air before the sex tape comenses okay darlings!” Paolo expresses every nuance with his hands flying all over the place and the over extended enunciated words. You nod towards him raising from your chair and walking towards the refreshments table for a bottle of water, Timothée follows persuit, opening a bottle and taking a big gulp.

“How are you finding it so far? Are you enjoying yourself or are we putting you off music videos completely?” You quiz the green eyes boy before you. He smiles brightly before nodding his head.

“I’m really enjoying myself, it’s a beautiful location, and Paola is hilarious and my scene partner isn’t horrible so what’s not to like” he jokes, you hit his arm jokingly shaking your head. “No in all seriousness, I was quite nervous coming into set today, I know that being in music videos can be seen as quite gimmicky, but I think that after people see what we’ve done here they’ll love it” your eyes light up and your heart feels like it’s skipped about ten beats.

“Okay darlings, time to rock and roll!” You whip your head round at the sudden boom of Paolo’s voice re-entering the room, and move back towards the table.

Man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy take it on back boy, take it back all night , just take it on back, take it on back

“Action”

Timothée’s arms come around under your bum lifting you into the dining table, you leaned back arms spreading out across the span of the table back making the perfect arch. Timothée leans forward placing kisses along your jawline and shoulders, the camera draws in close to your face capturing your mouth fall ajar and a gasp fall from your painted red lips . The camera followed in an extreme closeup shot as Timothée’s hands travelled down your heavily jewelled body down to your thighs, the second camera caught your head sharply falling back on the beat of the music, your movements becoming rhythmic.

“Cut! Okay let’s move to the doorway!” The music paused, Timothée lifted himself from your netheregions, offering his hands to you to help you down from the table.

You accepted and moved towards the doorway of the dining hall, “okay darlings are you alright for me to position you?” Paolo asked, you both nodded and allowed him to step in, “okay darling, if I can get you to just lean against the doorway with your back arched like this..” he moves you into place, your back arched, one arm delicately placed above your head. He moved one of your legs so it arched forwards. “And then Timothée darling, you slip yourself in hear, oh first take your suit jacket off, there we go. You place one hand behind her neck and the other around her waist, oh yes just like that, beautiful, and then one of your legs in between hers, so when you go to ‘slam’ her into the wall she’ll be balanced on your leg and can hold the stance. Beautiful darlings, ready!” He steps away from the frame.

“Action!”

Timothée did as instructed, pushing you back into the wall but raising his leg to keep you steady, the hand on your neck comes up to caress your check before he dives in, his lips touch your with such ferocious force you don’t know if you can keep up, it may have been the tension that had been building up between the two of you all day that had finally been released. Your lips moved against him like clockwork, finery and in perfect time with each other. His arms held a strong grip around you. His lips moved to lay kisses on your neck, your head spun backwards against the door frame, arm lifting to grip the solid wood above your head.

The camera came to a close up shot of your face just as your mouth fell agape, eyes fluttering shut. Timothée’s movements were rhythmic against the beat of the music blaring through the speakers. His head lifted once more and he placed his forehead softly against yours, and smiled gently.

“AND CUT! Oh beautiful! Darlings you are just breathtaking to watch!” You step away from each other, your assistant running over and wrapping you in your robe. You grab a bottle of water from the table beside you and take a large gulp. “Do you wanna have a look on the monitor at the shots?” Paolo’s eyes light up, proud of him and his teams work. You nod enthusiastically and move towards the monitors set up by Paolo’s chair, he presses play and you see part of your video finally coming to life for the first time and you’re in love. You have to admit you and Timothée work well together. Each of your movements compliments the other really well, and you both just look good together.

“It’s really beautiful Paolo, thank you!” You pull him into a side hug. “Right beautiful people, go and get ready for your next scene and I’ll see you in the gardens”

The flowers in the garden popped with colour, the grass a vibrant green that seemed to make the yellow in your dress stand out even more. You spot Timothée as you make your way through the gardens and travel over to him. He’d had his hair styled differently for the next shot, looking more slick. He looked handsome, you noticed how much the yellow complimented the green in his eyes. And how his hair styled away from his face somehow made his bone structure that more prominent.

“Are you ready to dance lover boy” you teased as you approached the boy. “I am, I don’t know if you are!” He joked standing up from his seated position, one arm picking up one of your hands, the other moving to your waist to spin you out. You let out a squeal as he dips you to the floor almost, his firm grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from falling. It’s then that you notice the closeness of his face to yours. His nose brushes against yours gently, the beginnings of a smile apear on his face.

“Well, well, well darlings! What do we have here! Save that chemistry for the cameras please! At least until the shoot is over! Are you ready to proceed” Paolo wiggling his eyebrows at the pair.

Timothée practically swigs you back up almost giving you whiplash, and stands a few feet apart from you. He clears his throat. You nod to Paolo that you were ready. For a moment you had forgotten where you were and what your purpose was for the day, it was only the two of you.

You both walk over into position by the blossomed bushes. The sunlight was bouncing off of your skin warming the surface. “So this is the scene that’s going to be in slow motion baby, so make use of that dress I want you lifting and dropping it and Timothée maybe spin her or something!” Paolo spoke with enthusiasm picking up parts of your dress making them fly around the air.

“Okay ready darlings! Action!” Stepping out of shot back into his chair.

What are you willing to do, Oh tell me what you're willing to do? (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby)

As soon as the direction was called, Timothée pulled you in close by your waist, dipping you down again this time a little slower than before, the movements feeling more intimate on camera. A fan had been turned on to help with the movement of your dress, you raised your bare leg gently wrapping it around his waist as your back arched, Timothée pulled you up to meet his eyes, two strang hand around your back, you lay yours gently around his neck, one caressing his jawline.

One camera man moves in quickly with a dolly, as you lip sync the lyrics ‘kiss it, kiss it better baby.’

Timothée leans forward as you tilt your head back allowing him to place another tender kiss on the skin of your neck.

“Aaaand cut! Oh that was beautiful!” You were expecting him to take a step away from you but he remained close with his arm draped over your shoulder. A warm tingling feeling surged through your body putting a warm smile on your face.

“Right I want to do one more shot here, just a short one over a guitar riff, just of you being cute” Paolo winks at the two of you causing a deep red to rise to your cheeks, you know he can sense you’ve developed a bit of a crush for your costar for the day and he just loves to taunt you. But honestly who wouldn’t.

Timothée turns to you a sense of excitement in his eyes, “we could possibly do something simple, just like lying down on the grass and have the odd few touches, if you catch my drift” he rambled on some of his words overlapping in places where he spoke too fast.

“I love it, simple but effective” you reply and nudge him with your arms. You move to a more open area of the garden where more sunlight was hitting, and plonk yourself down on the ground. For the second time that day Paolo came and set you both into a position, lying on your side, held up by one arm with one leg straight and the other arched, he positioned your dress in the ‘floatyist’ way possible as he liked to called it. Timothée lay opposite you in a similar position. His close proximity to you made it almost impossible to breath.

Paolo stood away from you, eyeing the finial positioning one more time. “Okay you look beautiful, are you ready?” You both nod, he steps out of frame and takes a seat in his directors chair. “Action”

A guitar riff sounds through the speakers on a continuous loop. Timothée’s hand grazes the skin of your face working it’s way along your body, travelling along your slender shoulders, across your hips and tracing patterns on your legs. You nuzzle your head into his neck and look back to see his eyes boring into your own, you could detail every emerald and amber fleck merging together, the corners of his mouth curve into a smile, he leant in and placed a short but tender kiss on your lips. Unscripted and unplanned, your breath caught in your throat and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You could hear the gasp from Paolo behind you.

“And cut!”

Sunlight was glistening through the large windows, pouring into the and bouncing from the crystal chandeliers that hung high on the ceiling in technicolour streams. There was a king sized four post bed covered in white sheets, floating down from each of the posts and draping down onto the floor. The rest of the rooms furnishings were kept simple but still extravagant. The room was bright and vibrant in colour, leaving a nice contrast to your final look of the shoot.

Timothée’s gasp was audible as you entered the room. Then there was silence and you swear all you could hear was the sound of your heart beating out of its chest. You sauntered over and took a perch next to the curly headed boy sat on the bed. Paolo came rushing in with the creative director followed by the large fan ready for one of the shots.

“Are you having fun mr chalamet?” You quiz the boy as he watches intently as the producers and runners set a few things for the shots. “Yeah I am, it’s nice to hang out with yo-“ his sentence was cut short by Paolo clapping his hands in front of your faces, “oh y/n you look breathtaking darling! Now let’s plot through these last scenes, I’m ready to see some steamy intense passion!” Turning on his heals he walks towards his chair.

You shrug your shoulders at Timothée laughing shaking your head quietly. You raise from your seated position and walk further into the room. Timothée stays in his seated position slightly hunched over with his hands casually resting on his knees. You loved watching the shift of Timothée getting into character, going from this bubbly smiley to brooding and smouldering in a matter of seconds. It sent shivers up your spine.

“Action!”

I've been waiting up all night, Baby, tell me what's wrong, Go on and make it right, Make it all night long

Your head lifted on the beat, lips parting. Timothée’s head raised his head slowly his eyes daringly meeting yours. His hands slide up his thighs a few inches where he pats instructing you to come over. You take three steps towards the boy, that’s all it took. Your leg raised and stomped it’s self up on the bed. Timothée’s hands wrapped around the leg sliding up the nylon fabric of the stockings. Your head rolled back on the beat. His lips lowered to press a kiss on the inside of your thigh, your fingers interlaced themselves in his loose curls, stroking down the side of his face.

You lifted your other leg to kneel on the other side of Timothée’s lap before sitting yourself in a straddling position. His eyes flickered down to your neck. Placing delicate kisses along the base as your head gently fell to the side, his hands wrapped around your waist and yours reached back up to take a hold of his curls. His head pulls back and you look into his eyes once more before lip syncing to your lyrics “make it all night long”

“Cut! Oh beautiful! Just beautiful! Do you need a break from all the sexual tension or are we okay to move straight on!” Paolo raised his eyebrows a smirk increasingly apparent on his face. “We can move on” you laugh moving back to lay on the bed for your next and final shot of the day.

“Okay let’s try the fans!” The fans switch on causing all the tulle and silk drapes hanging from the bed posts to float around the air. The flying fabric as well as the rainbow streams beaming through the room from the chandelier really set the ambience in the room, and made it feel almost dream like.

You laughed as Timothée’s curls began to blow in the wind as he edged too close to one of the fans. Paolo almost had a fit until he saw you pull him back towards the bed and fix his curls, gently twiddling them around your fingers putting them into their somewhat ‘disheveled’ style. “Okay there, that’s better” you giggle brushing the final curls away from his face.

“Positions people! Come on I have 5 cats to get home to darlings!” You laugh again at Paolo clapping and snapping his fingers at you taking your time to get into position.

“Okay ready action!”

Ooh do what you gotta do, keep me up all night (all night), Hurting vibe, man, and it hurts inside when I look you in your eye

With all the tulle and silk flying around the room the camera had a more blurred vision of the pair of you. You laid back on the bed, body elongated against the bed, arms stretched above your head. Timothée began crawling on top of you, placing kisses along different parts of your body as he made his way up. When he reached eye level with you, one of his hands moved like silk against your skin, along your shoulders and tilted your chin up. You raised a hand to his shoulder and pushed him back up slightly this time rising with him.

You both sit up to a kneeling position and face each other for a moment before leaning in on the beat. His long arms encase your body holding you close, while your own wrap around his neck. He draws you in for a kiss, you hesitate for a second just before your lips meet to look into those eyes. His lips perk up into a smile before he presses them against your own. For just a second you completely forget about the world around you, with tulle flying around in the air it made everything feel that bit more romantic. His lips move melodically against your own for a short time before drawing away, but still keeping your close proximity.

You see the camera that had once been in a close up shot of the pair of you, pan out on the dolly and the music comes to a stop from the continuous loop it had once been playing on. “Cut! And that is a wrap ladies and gentlemen! Well done and congratulations miss l/n on another beautiful shoot!” A few of the crew members cheer and you clap along thanking them for their hard work.

The fans are switched off and the silk and tulle gradually float back to their original spots beside the bed. Your assistant comes running over to you with your robe which you gracefully slip over your shoulders. “Thank you so much for your hard work and dedication to this Timothée I really appreciate it, it’s been amazing working with you today” you nod your head to the curly headed boy flashing him a genuine smile, in which he returns.

“It was my pleasure y/n truly, and if you ever have anything else lined up in the future you think I’d be suitable for, please let me know I’d be honoured to work with you again!” He spoke with enthusiasm his hands fumbled in his lap. “Oh of course I would be honoured to have you again! It’s been lovely seeing you Timothée, I hope we can do this again sometime..” your words draw out, longing to stay in his company just a little longer.

“Right well I should go get ready to leave, I can’t exactly walk around town like this can I” you half joked standing from the bed, Timothée joined you and shoved his hands into his pockets awkwardly looking to the ground. “No, well I mean you could but you might get a few stares” he laughs softly. “Thanks again Timmy, and maybe I’ll see you soon” you turn and give him a brief hug, he says his goodbyes. And just as you’re walking out the door you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!” You turn around to look at the hopeful boy who seemed to have a certain glimmer in his eyes. “Would you maybe wanna go grab some dinner after this? Somewhere where there aren’t any cameras” he smiled cheekily and you could feel your heart thumping in your chest.

“Oh thank god you asked! Yes, let me go and get ready, and I’ll see you in a lil bit okay” you lean forwards and leave a peck on his cheek. Pulling away you see the same gleam in his eyes that you had felt. And a warm buzzing feeling had overcome you, and you couldn’t help the Cheshire grin that had plastered itself all over your face as you walked back to your dressing room. What a wonderful day to shoot a music video!

[stardancerluv]

Brother’s Keeper

Part One

Summary: BBQ before Brendan & Reader’s brother go and rob a bank with a huge payout!

Note: This will be a rewrite of my original story with Brendan...only much better🤣😂 and more development and new scenes! Last time I limited myself with the idea of it being a mini fanfic run! Also reader is still young and Brendan/her brother are still years older.

You twirled in front of your mirror. “Y/N, can you come down here to help me carry the food out?”

“Be right down mom!” You called down.

You were all a flutter. Tomorrow your brother and his best friend would be off, for how long you did not know. They were about to pull off the heist to end all heists. They were so cool. You knew you shouldn’t think that. But you were proud of your brother and his friend, they had never been caught. They were unstoppable.

Besides, being super cool in your eye your brother’s friend was the object of your crush. It was a serious crush, its been going on at least year now. He was so different then anyone you had ever met. He was funny, really cute and just edgy.

Despite being a nervous wreck over what her son, was about go and do your mom insisted they have a bbq as a family.

You had been laboring over what to wear. You wanted to look cute but also pretty. So five outfits later, you finally settled something.

Running your fingers through your hair one final time and with a spritz of perfume, you headed downstairs.

Hopping downstairs, you peaked out the window. Brendan and your brother were not back yet.

Leaning, against counter there was so much. You don’t even know when your mom could have gotten it all. “What do you want to do?” You asked your mom once she came up from the basement carrying some beers for boys.

“There is a plate of meat in the fridge, can you bring it out and light the bbq?”

“Sure!”

You had to resist the urge to hop outside. Placing the meat down, you couldn’t find. the matches anywhere. So you knelt down looking for them.

“I certainly hope they are not there.”

You jumped as Brendan’s deep voice cut through the silence of the back yard. A chuckle soon came from him.

You shook your head smiling. “Hi Brendan.” Looking him over, from his soft t-shirt, jeans and boots, your heart did a cartwheel. He looked amazing. “Mom, wanted me to light this so you can work your magic but I can’t find the matches.”

Brendan, reached in to his back-pocket. “I have some. Lift the grill for me kid.”

You put a hand on your hip and raised an eyebrow. “Kid?”

He chuckled and smirked. “Ok um girl?”

It was almost hard for you to breath, but you managed to smile. “Yes! I liked that better.”

He brushed against you as he lit the coals. “Perfect.” He looked over and smiled. He snuffed out the match and put it down on the small table. He pushed his sunglasses on top of his head. “Do you want to eat first?”

You shrugged. “Make Michael’s first. If you don’t we’ll never hear the end of it.”

He grimaced. “Good point. Hey can you do me a favor ?”

You rocked on your heals. “Anything, BLT?”

When you were younger you had not been able to always remember his name since him and your brother were always doing heists of all kinds so for short, you would call him BLT.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Can you grab me a beer?”

“Certainly.”

With a swish, you made your way back to the kitchen. Your mom was immersing them into a tub of ice when you grabbed one.

“Y/N?”

You rolled eyes. “Mom, I know only on Christmas and New Years.” You held up the bottle. “This is for Brendan.”

She nodded. “Grab him a glass.”

“Mom, you know he only has it in the glass when we eat in the dining room.”

You tilted her head from side to side. “Good point. Alright go take it to him.”

As you walked up behind Brendan, what would you give to come up and wrap an arm around his waist. You couldn’t, you tapped him on the shoulder.

He turned smiling.

“Here you go!” You said brightly and held up the bottle. He took it twisted the cap off and took a swig.

You made a face.

He held the beer at his side. “What?”

“They always smell, I don’t know how you drink them.”

His lips twitched upward. “Have you ever had one?”

You shook your head. “Nope.”

He took a step towards you. “Don’t judge till you have a sip and then tell me?”

You looked around. “I couldn’t.”

He held up the bottle. “It will be between us. Michael and your mom doesn’t need to know.”

You looked around again with butterflies flapping around in your stomach. “Ok.”

Your fingers brushed his when you grabbed it. A flutter went through you, knowing your lips were about to touch where his just had been. You took your sip. It was bubbly and tickled your nose.

You swallowed and handed him back the bottle, his fingers now brushed yours as he took the bottle back.

“So what do you think?”

You watched as he took a sip.

“Well?” You had been so taken with watching him, you forgot to answer.

“Oh right?” You giggled. “Its not terrible.”

He threw his head back and chuckled. “Great, thanks girl.”

You shifted where you stood. “I’m sure I’d like more if I had more but its decent.”

He nodded. “Alright. I can understand that.”

*******

The rest of the night had been carefree and fun. The food had been great, no real surprise there. It also had been lots of fun to play horseshoes with Michael and Brendon.

As you laid in bed trying to sleep you couldn‘t. You still had butterflies when he snuck you a sip of his beer tonight or how he had stood close to show you how to properly throw horseshoe. With a smile on your face, you finally did fall asleep. You had made sure to set your alarm so you could say goodbye to them before they left.

******

A nightmare that twisted at your heart and stomach made you wake up hours later. What exactly happened in it, you did not know but it made you worried for Brendan and your brother.

******

“Michael, Brendan wait!!” You called after them. You had overslept. The nightmare had kept you up. But then when you fell asleep, you had slept right through it

They turned and watched as you came running out the front door. You managed to throw something decent on, while running over to them you still felt ill with worry over the nightmare.

“Baby sister we thought we’d just let you sleep since you didn’t wake up for breakfast.” Michael said after you practically knocked him over after crashing into him for a hug.

“Oh! You shouldn’t have. I wanted to say goodbye. I over slept.”

“Well, its ok! You see us now.” He smiled at you and then Brendan.

He was always such a good brother. He knew all your secrets, well as many as fifteen year old could have. You had even the one about Brendan. One night after feeling like you would burst if you didn’t talk about it, you had told all about how much you had liked Brendan.

He had a good laugh about it, especially when he surprised you with the news over how much of a ladies man Brendan already was. Apparently, a lot of girls liked him. So that kind of broke your heart but the next day when wrapped red bandana around your throat, you forgave him being a ladies man and fell even harder for him. And you thought, he was even cooler.

This morning you had really hoped to enjoy breakfast with them. But it was too late for that. They had to go. They were about to embark on the heist to end all heists. They had to go and get ready.

Afterward, they’d have to lay low for awhile. You would miss the two of them so much.. It was always hard when you wouldn’t see your brother as he’d laid low but every time he came home, you always made sure to give him a warm welcome home. Usually, you would be helping mom plan the welcome home party.

Brendan and Michael had done this quite a few times. Each time they never got nicked. They had done this quite a few times before. You believed in them, you knew were the best. You were proud of them.

Closing your eyes, you hugged your brother tight. “Baby sister, we have to get going.” He chuckled, then gave you a squeeze.

Pulling back you nodded and tucked some hair behind your ear. You looked over at Brendan and tried not to blush, giving him a winning smile.

He winked at you. It made your heart burst. “Don’t I get a hug goodbye too?”

“Of course!” You giggled and hugged him too. It was like hugging a mountain. He was so much bigger then you, and was so well toned from working out. It made you want to melt but you could not. He couldn’t know how much you had a crush on him.

Finally, the two of you pulled back. He smiled and put a rough arm around Michael’s shoulders “Don’t you worry girl, I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Your eyes prickled with tears but you swallowed them down. “Ok! Be amazing you two.” You pretended to shoo them away “And I’ll see you soon!”

“Exactly!” Michael affirmed.

Brendan nodded, as he popped open the trunk. You watched as they threw their duffle bags in.

Brendan then slid behind the wheel, he put on his shades, and gunned the engine. He looked over at you and pointed. “Be good.” He called over the roar of the car.

You nodded and waved. Your brother chuckled beside him in the car. As Brendan revved the engine a final time, Michael hung out his window, his own shades on., “Bye baby sister!” Then in a cloud of dust and dirt they tore out of there.

@sithonis @brookisbi @johallzy @mrskenobi19

[whiskery-louis]

Lost Dog

Ashton Irwin x Reader

Neighbor!Ashton

Warnings: None just a cute meet and greet - let me know if you’d like a part 2!!

I was woken up by Sirius whining and nuzzling his nose into my cheek. I swatted at him, trying to roll over and get a few more minutes of sleep. But much to my displeasure, I found that Sirius was sitting on top of me, preventing me from going back to sleep. I groaned, trying to push my dog off of you. He wasn’t budging.

“”Come on Sirius, you want breakfast?” his ears perked up at the mention of food. “Well you gotta let me get up buddy. Come up get up!” I had to add excitement to my voice as I again tried to push him off. Thankfully it worked and he bounded off the bed and downstairs to wait by his bowl.

I shook my head and couldn't help but laugh at him. He always brought a smile to my face even when he woke me up at 7 am on a Saturday. I put some food in his dish as I went over to my fridge to get some coffee and a protein shake out. I pulled out the coffee only to discover it was nearly empty, there wasn’t even enough for a glass. I cursed my past self for failing to buy more the last time I went to the store.

“Guess I’m working out to wake up today Siri,” I turned to the dog who had just finished eating. I walked over to the back door and opened it for him to go out for the morning. “I’ll get you in after I workout bud. Then we can share some pancakes and work on our new puzzle.” By the time I had finished talking he had already gone to the bathroom and was playing with his favorite rope toy.

“I don’t know why I talk to you like you can really understand me.” 

I left the door open but pulled the screen shut to let some fresh air flow through the house as I went upstairs to change for my workout. Any other Saturday I would sit outside on my deck with some coffee mixed with a protein shake so that I was fully awake when I worked out. And my workout would normally include walking Sirius at the local park or around the neighborhood. Without my morning coffee however I opted for a lighter day and was scrolling through Youtube on my tv looking for a cardio workout. I still strongly believed it was too early for this but knew if I went back to bed I would waste the whole day doing nothing and I hated to do that. 

Picking an 80’s inspired workout , I put the remote down and followed the instructor on my screen. Thirty minutes later and the sweat was pouring down my back and I was really in the zone this morning. Once the video ended I decided to get my dumbbells out and throw a small arm workout in as well. Thirty minutes later and I couldn’t push myself anymore. I put my equipment away, turned the tv off and went into the kitchen to get some water. I looked out the window as I was filling my glass and was surprised to see the sky was darker than it had been when I let Sirius out over an hour ago.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself not realizing how long it had been since I let him out. It wasn’t out of the ordinary but now that I was thinking about it I hadn’t heard him barking or playing like I usually did. I tried to squash the panic that was filling my body as I opened the back door to get him inside before the rain started.

“Sirius! Sirius come here boy!” my eyes scanned the yard as I yelled for him. I saw the rope toy he was playing with earlier but he was nowhere near it. The panic was overflowing now as I didn’t see him anywhere in my backyard. There were no bushes he could hide in so that only meant one thing. He had gotten out, one more scan of the yard confirmed my worst fear, the small side gate was open.

Without thinking I took off running through the house and out of the front door. I had no idea how long he had been gone and I couldn’t help but think the worst. Sirius was all I had since I moved out on my own and I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I lost him.

“Sirius! Sirius where are you?” I yelled as I raced down the street. I took off in the direction we walked everyday and went around yelling for about ten minutes to no avail.

Of course the day my dog decided to run away was the day the block was vacant. Normally on a Saturday morning my neighbors were out walking their kids and dogs but the threat of the impending storm had them all inside. I stopped in the middle of the street as the first raindrops fell from the sky.

That was the final straw. Just as the sky opened up the tears began to fall down my face. I sighed defeated, not knowing what else to do. The best course of action I could think of was to go home and alert all your friends and family that he got out and pray that he was found by a good person who turns him in and they would read his chip and bring him home. I would never be letting him out without his collar on again.

The fact that the sky had opened up didn’t even phase me as I turned the corner and was back on my street. I was too distressed worrying over Sirius and where he could be in this bad weather. I prayed that he found shelter and was staying out of the storm. 

I was only a few houses away when I heard a familiar bark. I knew it was Sirius. I stopped where I was and listened for him to bark again. He did and I heard it clearer this time. I turned towards the house in front of me, I had no idea who the owner was, only that they had recently moved to the neighborhood. I took a few steps closer to the house but didn’t see anyone from the window. Sirius barked again, drawing my attention to the backyard. I ran around the house and saw Sirius barking at a boy who was trying to get him in his house. I would have laughed at the scene if I wasn’t so relieved to find my dog.

The boy was trying to get Sirius to come out from under a large tree and go inside his house to get out of the rain. But being the stubborn dog that I knew him to be he wasn’t going to budge. He loved being out in the rain and would usually roll around in the mud, but today he was enjoying this new game he was playing.

“Sirius!” I yelled stepping into the boys yard. At the sound of my voice, both of their heads turned to stare at me. Sirius with a lopsided grin on his face and the boy looking confused.

“Are you his owner?” he yelled to you over the storm.

“Yea, he got out this morning and I’ve been running around looking for him.” I spoke as I moved closer to the boy, ducking under the small roof he had over his back porch to get out of the rain. 

“He’s been back here for a while, he was barking at a squirrel that he chased up the tree. I’ve been trying to get him to come inside since it started raining but he will not leave that spot.” 

“Unfortunately he loves the rain,” as the words left my mouth a large clap of thunder sounded causing Sirius to sprint across the yard to you. “But he is terrified of thunder.”

“Me too buddy,” the boy said as he squatted down to pet Sirius. “What did you say his name was?”

“Sirius. And yes I did name him after Sirius Black, he was my favorite character from Harry Potter and little Sirius here was the only black lab in his litter. It was just meant to be.”

A smile grew on the boy's face as I spoke. “That’s a great name for such a good boy,” his voice changed as he scratched behind Sirius’ ears. As he was petting him, another clap of thunder sounded and Sirius bounded through the open door into the strangers house to escape the storm.

“Oh my god I am so sorry about him. Sirius get back out here!” I turned to the boy, feeling completely embarrassed at the lack of training my dog showed. “Let me just get him back out here and we will be out of your way.”

“No, don't worry about it. He’s a big softy and to be fair I’ve been trying to get him inside the last ten minutes. You know what, why don’t you come inside as well and wait the storm out. I wouldn’t feel comfortable with you two walking home in this downpour.” 

As he spoke I noticed the rain had begun falling much harder, I could barely see the tree that Sirius had previously been sitting under. I looked to the boy that I had never met before today and while his offer was tempting, there was always the chance he turned out to be a serial killer.

“I promise I’m not a serial killer, just new to the neighborhood and trying to be friendly.”  He spoke as if reading my thoughts.

“I guess a few minutes wouldn’t hurt. I’m Y/N by the way.” 

“Ashton, it’s nice to meet you and Sirius.”

The two of you headed inside and I looked around to see Sirius had made himself as home on Ashton’s couch.

“Sirius get down!”

“It’s okay really, my old roommate used to have a dog and that was his spot as well. No worries really.” Ashton smiled while glancing over at me.

We stood in silence for a minute or two, not really knowing what to say. I took the time to look around the house and found it was set up differently than mine. I always just assumed the houses were all laid out the same. His kitchen and dining room were in the front of the house, with his living room and stairs placed at the back. He had a few decorations hanging around and a nice drum set in the corner. I also glanced over at the boy whose house Sirius and I had invaded. He was gorgeous, he had dark brown hair that was slightly lighter at the ends and gorgeous hazel eyes. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed that someone this attractive had moved in down the street from me. 

“Are you cold?” Ashton’s voice broke through the silence.

“What?” I asked him, still taking in his place.

“I just asked if you were cold. You were out in the rain and you’re shivering.”

I looked down and realized I was still in my sports bra and I was indeed shivering from being out in the rain.

“I guess I am yeah. Honestly I didn’t even realize how cold I was until you mentioned it. I am just so relieved that Sirius is safe.”

“Here you can use this,” he handed me a sweatshirt from a laundry basket that was sitting next to him. “And if you want I can find you a pair of my old sweatpants and can throw your leggings in the wash?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose…”

He chuckled, “Seeing as your dog is already sound asleep on my couch don’t worry about it. Plus I’m just being neighborly.” He smirked at you with a glint in his eyes.

“Well thank you, I appreciate it Ashton,” I smiled back at him as I went to his bathroom to change. 

When I came back out I smelled popcorn and saw Ashton was sitting on the couch next to Sirius with a large bowl of popcorn on the table in front of him. He looked up when I walked in the room, scooted over on the couch and patted the spot next to him inviting you to sit.

“I figured we could watch a movie while the storm passed. I hope you like popcorn.”

“Only if it is extra butter.” I sat next to him and popped a piece in my mouth. “Perfect.” I grinned at him. “What movie are you thinking?”

“Well in honor of Sirius over here, without whom I’d be spending this storm alone, I thought we could watch Prisoner of Azkaban. I even have it pulled up already.” he looked away from me with a slight blush on his cheeks.

I couldn’t help but stare at this gorgeous man who was going something that was so meaningful without even knowing it. Hell the last guy I dated never even bothered to watch any of the movies I liked. Woah, I stopped myself. I barely knew Ashton and I was already comparing him to my past boyfriends. I just felt so comfortable with him and could tell Sirius did too.

“Wait, did you buy the movie?” I asked as I glanced up at the screen and saw that it said purchase complete.

His cheeks reddened, “I just wanted to make sure we watched something you would like.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

His eyes shot up and met mine, I could tell that my question through him off guard. I bit my lip as I waited for him to answer, all the while wishing I hadn’t asked the question. 

“I honestly don’t know. I just felt instantly comfortable with you and wanted you to feel the same way with me. I know that sounds creepy but I promise I’m just a normal guy and want to be friends with my neighbor.”

I pursed my lips as I took in his answer. “Good enough for me.” I sat back on the couch and made myself comfortable. I placed my legs over his, placing the bowl of popcorn in my lap. Ashton smiled, and sunk back next to me.

“I’m a Hufflepuff by the way,” he grinned as he played the movie.

“Me too.”

I turned my attention to the movie as the opening music began playing over the Warner Brothers logo. I never would have imagined my day going like this when Sirius woke me up at 7am, but I am so glad it did. I snuck a glance at Ashton and smiled, knowing that he was going to be in my life for a long time.

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Retrievers - XXIX - Dusk

Russia leans over a little as if to shield America from the world. America shakes a little, and Russia cups the back of America's head. Russia slowly walks over to the couch and guilds America in his steps. Russia pulls America into his lap, and America curls up into his chest.

America glances around the room before relaxing.

"This is so hard," America says.

"Yes, it is," Russia agrees.

"I'm just trying to protect them, you know? I'm trying so hard... I'm sorry. I'm sure you're stressed as it is."

"Shh, it's okay. You don't have to apologize."

America goes quiet and clutches onto Russia's shirt. Russia slowly rubs America's back.

"Can we change positions? My chest hurt."

Russia slowly picks America up and flips him onto his back. America sighs with relief, and Russia leans back. Russia gently pulls America to his chest and nuzzles America's hair.

'He's warm, and he smells nice.'

Russia smiles and closes his eyes.

"Russia?"

Russia opens his eyes and looks up to see Texas standing over them, a nervous look on his face.

"Yes?"

"Is Dixie okay?"

Russia bites his tongue for a moment.

'I don't think Dixie would want me revealing anything.'

"He will be," Russia finally says.

"... is there anything I could do to help? I just need to. I want to help somehow."

"Go find him and give him a hug," Russia replies with a confident look.

"Huh. Okay," Texas says.

Then Texas waves a large group of teens behind him. Then, they wander into the dining room and surround Dixie with a huge group hug. Russia smiles softly. Dixie laughs and looks at the kids with wide eyes. Dixie glances at Russia with teary eyes and a huge grin.

Russia smiles back before returning his attention to America, who is watching the scene with a brilliant smile that causes Russia's heart to skip a few beats. Russia blushes and buries his nose and mouth into America's hair to his flustered look.

'Meri is so cute.'

America sits up, and Russia releases him. America turns around and pulls Russia down by his shoulders. Then, he smirks and pulls Russia into a deep kiss. Russia immediately reciprocates, and his whole body tingled pleasantly.

It ends sooner than Russia would've liked, but America's giggling makes it worthwhile. America sits on Russia's legs and holds Russia's shoulders.

"Where did you even get wine?" America asks, licking his lips.

Russia shrugs, and America smacks his shoulder playfully with a laugh.

"You could've shared," America teases.

"Dad?"

America and Russia turn toward the voice, and Russia finds Delaware standing in front of them, fidgeting.

"Yeah? What is it, kiddo?" America asks.

"I just wanted to let you know that we're running really low on supplies. We might have to start siphoning gas for the generators, and we don't have enough food to last us more than a few more days."

"Shit, that's not good," America says, furrowing his brow.

"We should look for more when we leave to explore the grey magic," Russia suggests.

"Do you think that we'll be able to get anything there?"

"Maybe. It's weird at least."

"Yeah, that much magic in one place won't end well for anyone staying there, but that probably also means that if there were people there, they aren't there anymore," Massachusetts says, "and I can only assume it being grey is not a good thing. You will probably be fine as long as you don't stay long."

America nods.

"We'll have to leave tomorrow," America comments, looking at Russia for a response.

"Who is coming with us?" Russia asks.

"We can!" Alabama and Mississippi chorus.

"And we can take my truck," Alabama offers.

"And I will be going too," Dixie says, "Fin can handle it here, right Fin?"

Finland nods with a grin and flashes them a thumbs up.

"And I'll be helping here too while Dix is gone," Texas says, which is quickly followed by a few dozen kids cheers.

Texas laughs.

"What? It's ain't like they're going far," Texas says.

"But while we have time... ATTENTION!" Dixie exclaims with a loud clap.

The states go silent and spin around to stare at Dixie expectantly. The provinces and countries follow their lead soon after.

"I want all the furniture moved to the edges of the room and the mats brought out. It's time to combat train some of y'all," Dixie announces.

The room becomes a flurry of movement. And when the couch started moving from under him, Russia yelps and clings to America, who is laughing at him. Russia curls around America's body and stares, wide-eyed, at the floor and the group of various states flowing under the couch. If he had reached up, his hand would easily brush the lifted ceilings.

The couch is carefully placed against the wall separating the stairs from the rest of the living room, and several large gymnastics mats are laid across the open floor. Dixie stands in the middle of them and Texas charges at him.

Dixie turns around and grabs Texas by the shoulder and flips him into the air. Texas flies over Dixie and shrieks, landing on his back. Dixie puts a foot on Texas' chest and Texas laughs breathlessly.

"Dixie! I got the arm guards!" Kansas shouts, emerging from a side door and holding up a few huge bins.

'Those states really are strong.'

"Toss some of 'em over to me!" Dixie calls, getting off of Texas.

Kansas opens one of the bins and sends a few pieces of equipment soaring. The bin makes the room smell like dirt and mildew. The equipment looks like it used to be white, but is browned by age and use. Dixie catches them without an issue.

"Okay, now let's teach some of y'all how to punch," Dixie says, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Texas, Alabama, South Carolina, and Virginia cheers. Lousiana throws some leg and arm guards at Texas, and Texas catches them with a huff. Dixie quickly pulls on the pieces with practiced motions. South Carolina runs at Dixie with a shout, and Dixie raises his arms to block some heavy punches.

"All y'all states need to get into pairs and take one extra person, " Dixie announces, blocking South Carolina's strikes without thought, "once y'all are grouped, send someone to go get you some shin and arm guards."

Texas dawns the equipment and Louisiana laughs and spins and hits Texas with what looks like a hook kick. Texas digs his heels into the ground to keep from moving.

"Everyone is gon' take turns with the equipment. I'll show you guys how to fight, but don't put your full strength into it unless you're sure your partner ain't gonna get hurt. Also, only the states are allowed to use the guards cuz I don't want none of y'all getting hurt over somethin' stupid."

South Carolina backs off, looking playfully defeated. Dixie laughs and turns to Russia.

"Come on Ruski, you need to do this too," Dixie says.

Russia looks to America. America nods and waves him forward. Russia walks forward carefully and Dixie smirks. Dixie holds up the guards.

"Take your best shot," Dixie says, "I ain't gonna go flyin' anywhere, and the guards are charmed."

Russia takes a deep breath and crouches a little. Chatter lights up the rest of the room, and several groups are talking and helping each other.

"Legs further apart," Dixie snaps.

Russia widens his stance and takes a punch.

"Use your shoulders!"

Russia takes another two strikes and kicks up at Dixie's raised arms. Dixie steps back, and Russia pauses.

"Cali! You're gonna have to work with this one!" Dixie says loudly, backing up and moving toward the group with Nigeria.

California and Ohio walk over. Ohio handing off the guards to California, who didn't look thrilled to put it on. The pieces look a little small on California, but it didn't seem to matter. California demands him to take a defensive stance, and she criticizes it.

At first, he was embarrassed by the criticism, but hearing it going on all around him forces him to realize that he isn't the only one who needs practice. He focuses on holding back his strength to keep from hurting the teens.

Russia is lost in the action, and they soon toss the gear and start dodging attacks.

"Don't be afraid to try!" California yells.

Russia pushes harder and ignores the sweat gathering on his brow. He leaps up over a punch from Ohio and blocks a knockout punch from California. He throws a swinging kick and knocks California onto her ass, and Russia grabs Ohio's fist, flipping him around and managing to throw him to the ground.

Ohio hit the mat with a gasp, and Russia huffs. Russia looks around, his fists at his sides. He's breathing heavily, and his hair feels wet with sweat.

"Jeez, you're better than I thought," California comments, standing up.

"I'm gonna be sore tomorrow," Ohio complains from the floor.

"Is the dancer over there doing well?" Canada asks, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah, did you see Russ jumping around?"

Russia looks away, his face red.

"He's better than I expected," Dixie comments, helping Nigeria to her feet.

Russia takes a deep breath and looks out the window. It's already dark, and Russia can't make out much. Looking back to the room, he spots Finland wrestling Wyoming on the mats. Oregon is trying to pull her off and is almost successful.

"Okay, kids!" Dixie announces, "That's enough for today! Everyone will be continuing tomorrow."

"Can we have dinner?" Pennsylvania asks.

"Yeah, y'all might just have to wait a few minutes so I can get something whipped up," Dixie says, walking briskly into the kitchen.

Kids cheer breathlessly, and most of them collapse to the mats, raising their hands in the air out of happiness. Russia sighs. He sits down next to America, who had drifted off against the arm of the couch. America stirs and looks up at him sleepily.

Then, America gives Russia a dopey smile. Butterflies fill Russia's stomach, and Russia looks away with a love-struck look.

"You have fun?" America asks.

"Yes," Russia mumbles, his face growing hot and he rubs the back of his neck.

"You should go shower," America suggests, "it's going to take a little while for Dixie to have much to serve."

Russia nods and America waves him off with a large smile. Russia walks up the stairs with thoughts swirling around America's smile. Russia walks into the doorframe with a conk.

'Oww.'

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Better Like This: Chapter 14: Now You’re Here

Summary: You deal with the newly remembered memories worse than you expected, and you silently wish you never remembered some parts in the first place. But Bucky’s by your side to remind you of your value.

Warnings: little angst, PTSD, anxiety, scenting, a/b/o dynamics, fluff- a lot of fluff, implied smut

Word Count: 2034 A/N: We’re nearing the end so quickly you guys! Thank you so much for sticking with me, love you all so so much!!!

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At first, everything was a blur of images, colours and emotions. But then, as if suddenly something snapped inside you, you saw clearly. And it hit you, one memory after another. You felt as if you were in a ring with Muhammad Ali, getting punched left and right, but unlike in a real match, you couldn’t leave. You were trapped inside your own body, forever to be with your memories.

Not that you hated every single one. Not at all. You also remembered the happy times, your family, your friends, all the funny moments at school, or dining and gossiping with Wanda and Vis. Or the moment you first smelled Bucky’s scent, the first moment you realised that the true mate myths weren’t a myth at all and that you wouldn’t be forever alone. That there was somebody made specifically for you.

But then the bad ones came, not only the recent ones with Amber, but also the ones from Police Academy, or your previous unit. All the bullying for who you were, all those harsh words that you tried to put behind you came rushing towards like a truck.

You couldn’t even describe what you were feeling. You wanted this. You prayed for this to happen. And when it finally came, all you wanted was to shut those memories in a closet and keep only those that you wanted.

Bucky was sitting next to you on the bed, holding your hand, waiting for you to say something, to do something, but you just didn’t have the power. Your mind was flooded with all the colours, and you felt like drowning. You suddenly gripped your throat at the memory of Amber choking the life of you, trying to breathe properly. But the memory was so vivid that your own breath was hitching and you could feel yourself growing a little lightheaded.

“Breathe, doll, just breathe, ok? You’re ok now, you’re here with me, and I’m not going anywhere.” Bucky told you in a hushed voice, probably not to scare you even more than you already were. “Here, breathe with me. In-out-in-out-in-“

You tried to concentrate solely on Bucky’s voice, opening your eyes to look into those eyes that you grew to love so much. You breathed with him, and after a while, you could feel your heart rate going back to normal, and your breathing being more on the normal side too. You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly and closed your eyes again.

“Don’t go anywhere, please, Bucky, I know you gotta go to work, but please don’t leave me here alone. I can’t be-“

He shushed you by hugging you tightly while you cried on his shoulder. The stream of tears seemed to be unstoppable, but you felt like you needed it. Needed it to let it all out of your system. To relieve your heart and mind at least a little.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I made that mistake once, and I’m not gonna do it again. Look at me,” he said, put both his hands on each side of your head and raised it gently. “I’m so fucking sorry, love, that I left you all alone, that I didn’t stay with you, or that I didn’t take you with me! I will never forgive my-“

It was your turn to shush him this time. You simply put your hand on his mouth to prevent him from talking and wiped one stray tear on his cheek.

“None of it is your fault, Bucky. I know you think that because I was alone in your flat, she had an easier path to me. But trust me when I say that she’d find a way anyhow. She is a sick person. If she didn’t abduct me that day, it could have been two days after that, on my way to another crime scene, or something. She would have found a way regardless of you. Please, please don’t even think it’s your fault.”

“But she is my ex-girlfriend, Omega, she attacked you because of me!” Bucky pulled away a little, his chest rising and falling a little more frequently than you liked. Just then you realised, that ever since you woke without your memory, Bucky wasn’t able to scent you and that it had to be taking all of his will power not to sniffle at your mark.

You slowly pushed your hard away from your neck and angled your head so that Bucky would have an easier path to your mark. You put a hand on his thigh gently and said, “would you like to scent me, Alpha?”

Just you saying his title made him snap your head towards your neck, watching the now healed scar with sudden interest. “Only if you are 100% comfortable with me doing that. I can wait another few days, Y/N. I just want you to feel good.”

You wanted to cry again, but this time because your Alpha was the most considerate man you’ve ever encountered. He never pushed you into something you didn’t want, and even if he was an asshole when you met, his attitude changed dramatically, and he was the best thing that happened to you.

“Come here!” you growled playfully, and Bucky didn’t need any other persuasion, as he pretty much jumped at you, resulting in your back hitting the mattress. He didn’t seem to mind as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply. You could feel his whole body shudder from the intensity of his inhale. At the same time, you could feel his entire body relaxing, the tension suddenly melting away.

“I’m ok, Alpha. I’m here with you, and you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon!” You whispered lovingly into his hair. You could feel him lick the mark, but then he stopped and looked into your eyes. “I love you so fucking much sweetheart. I thought I lost you for a second there, and I don’t know what I’d do without you here.”

“Let’s not think about that. I might be a little roughed up, but I’m still standing, and some bitch can’t bring me to my knees.”

Bucky kissed your forehead and looked at you lovingly. You could have stayed there, staring into Bucky’s intense eyes for the rest of your days if his phone didn’t ring. He sighed, stroke your cheek and got up to see who was ruining this moment for the two of you.

“Steve, hey!” Bucky said and listened to everything Steve had to say. He just hummed here and there, but otherwise kept quiet. “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot, Y/N remembers everything now. Yeah, I know, it’s great, can you tell the rest of the team so they wouldn’t worry too much? Great, thanks, will do, you too, Bye!”

“What did Steve want?”

“Just the usual, nothing to worry about.” You could see right through him. He was withholding some information from you! “James Buchanan Barnes! What did Steve really want?” You said and crossed your arms on your chest.

Bucky huffed out, looked at you pleadingly, but when he saw that there was no way around it, he just rolled his eyes and put his hand on your knee. You weren’t sure if he did it to ground you or him.

“Amber told Tony about three other girls she killed but hid their bodies well enough. Well, the team went to see if the bodies were really there, and indeed, they found three young women killed in the way that matches Amber’s MO. He just called me to say she was going for a trial, but that it was a no-brainer.”

You thought about it for a minute. As much as you never wanted to hear her name again, you were relieved that the team got her and that she was no threat to you nor anyone else in New York City.

“Good, I hope she’ll rot in hell! Is there anything I can do to help convict her?”

“NO!” Bucky said a little too loud, and it made you jump a little. “I’m sorry, doll, just the thought of you being in the same room as her makes my blood boil. But I mean it, you don’t have to do anything. Steve’s got a written confession, so nobody’s gonna put you through that. And even if they wanted to, I wouldn’t let them!”

You shook your head at his protectiveness, but it made you smile a little too. It must have been hell for him the last few days, first you not being where he left you, and then the whole thing with your amnesia. You could see that it took quite a toll on him as well. The dark circled under his eyes from always sleeping in the hospital next to you. His skin was a little paler too, and you could have sworn he lost some weight.

Pff, you’d make sure he’d gain his weight back and that he wouldn’t have to be so tired anymore.

“Come here, you big bad wolf! Let’s have another nap, shall we? I think we both need it.” You laid down and tapped the place right behind your for Bucky to spoon you. He gulped hard, started to crawl towards you, but then stopped mid-crawl, and set back on his heels.

“I don’t think I can doll, what if someone comes and-“

“Bucky! Nobody is coming for you or for me. We both need a good sleep, so get your cute ass here, spoon the hell out of me, and we can worry about the world when we’re actually able to function. Ok?”

He knew there was no point of arguing with you, so he just lowered his head and crawled behind you just as he should have. You fell to a beautiful slumber.

Until it wasn’t so beautiful anymore.

You felt as if your whole face was on fire, and there was something squeezing your waist. You tried to get free, but the thing wouldn’t budge. You started tossing, trying to get free, trying to breathe, but it was harder and harder for you. You could feel the phantom of a hand on your throat and yelled.

Bucky almost got a heart attack. He was peacefully sleeping next to you, a good resting sleep after all those restless nights when suddenly he could feel you turning and trying to get his arm from your stomach. He didn’t understand what was happening, his brain still foggy with the sleep, so before he could realise what was probably on your mind, you yelled so loudly he almost went deaf.

“Shhh, Y/N, you’re home, you’re ok, love! Look at me, hey, look at me, Y/N! You’re safe!”

You blinked hard a few times before you shook your head with the realisation that you were in no grave danger. It was just your brain playing dirty tricks on you. You were still shaking from the feeling of not being able to breathe again.

“I couldn’t breathe, Bucky, she was just… I just couldn’t, and she wouldn’t let go and I only-“

You were panicking, and you had every right to. The shit you went through would shake with an experienced soldier, let alone with someone who never was in such an intense situation.

“I know, doll, I know. But you will never have to go through such thing again, I promise you that!”

“I know, I just… can’t shake the feeling of her hands on my body, you know?”

You wanted to get rid of that image, and an idea occurred to you. You grabbed the hem of Bucky’s shirt and pulled him closer to you, so you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.

“Make those memories go away, Bucky, please, just for a bit.”

He looked confused as if he didn’t know what you were asking, but because just the idea made slick pool in your nether regions, he quickly caught the scent of you.

“Doll… If we start this, I won’t be able to stop. I had missed you terribly and if we-“

You didn’t let him finish and just brought him in for a passionate kiss.

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Darkness.

A/N: Another one shot. Very, very sad. Extreme angst. You have been warned. 

Disclaimer: mentions of suicide, angst TRIGGER WARNING

* PLEASE do not read if you are sensitive to this topic.*

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One Shot

Song: From the Dining Table by Harry Styles

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Numb. That’s all Y/N can think of when she thinks of herself at this very moment. Her body feels empty, her mind vacant. Lifeless. Not once did she ever think it was possible for a human being to feel like this. She can’t find herself to speak, to smile, to even get up from her position. She’s curled up in bed, making sure to stay on her side. If she dare move to his, a wave of guilt would crash over her and his lingering scent would be too much to bare. It would be a tease.

His side is left undone, cotton sheets wrinkled and tossed about in the way he would usually get out of bed. She swears she can still see the imprints his body left since the last time he’s peacefully slept next to her, holding her tight to his chest. His pillow is still in the position it would normally be in for him to be comfortable during his night long slumber. Crumbled up tissues are messily scattered along his bedside table, the gloom of his hay fever caused him to get up in the middle of the night as he tiredly snatched a tissue without the energy of getting up to throw it out after using it. His clothes are still perfectly lined in his closet, but his drawers messy with t shirts rolled and shoved in. There will never be another time where she can rest her head on his chest, her hand rested near his heartbeat. His heartbeat. Oh how she wishes she could feel it...feel him breathing. Alive.

It’s been three weeks since he passed. Three weeks since she’s seen his dimpled smile, three weeks since she’s heard the low huskiness of his soothing voice. Three weeks since she’s looked into his bright green eyes that seem to catch her off guard every time she meets them with her own. Three weeks since she’s been embraced in the loving cave of his tattooed arms, or kissed by his soft lips. It’s only been three weeks and she feels like she’s getting weaker by the minute. How can she go on without him? How can she live her life without him to go home to? She can’t. It’s too much to bear.

She misses him. Misses him more than she could ever have imagined was possible. It feels like a knife is piercing through her chest, slicing her heart and twisting it...but leaving it to ache and bleed in a long suffering pain with no end. He occupies her mind constantly. She wishes he didn’t. It’s like her entire life is on a repetitive film reel, replaying all of the moments she craves to feel again. Witnessing his laugh, the way he shuts his eyes mouth wide and those crinkles she grew to love that appear next to his eyes. The way he shakes his hips to the beat of his own song in the kitchen as they cook together, taking her hand and spinning her into a whirlwind of a dream. The way he gently grips her thigh as he cruises down the road, sunglasses perched on his nose letting the wind whip through his hair. The way he loves her.

She can’t take it anymore. As she’s curled up in bed, her fingers mindlessly play with the ring on her finger. The sparkle glimmering in the moonlight peeking through the sheer curtains. The ring almost seems like its alive, glittering in the light, even though the person who so lovingly presented isnt...he’s gone forever. She feels she doesn’t have a purpose anymore. He was her entire life.

Why did he have to leave her? Why did that evil being of a person get into a car knowing he was too intoxicated with vodka and tequila, step into his car thinking it was okay to drive? And why did that person have to hit Harry? Why did Harry have to leave the house at that moment in time? Why, why, why, why? Endless questions crowding her mind, making her feel crazy and delirious.

She will never forget that night. And she wishes she could.

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“Babe, do you have to go now?” Y/N whimpers dragging on her words as she grasps his forearm from the couch. Reluctantly Harry gets off the couch, chuckling at her cuteness.

“Jus’ need to run to the store. I can’t make your favorite dinner if I don’t have the ingredients for it.” Harry hums, leaning down softly kissing her cheek.

He lingers, teasing her well knowing how much she loves it. Dragging his lips softly from her cheek to her jaw, then to her lips.

“Mmm..please stay I don’t care about dinner right now.” Y/N mumbles into the kiss, tightening her grip on his arm attempting to pull him back down next to her.

“Let me cook for you tonight. I haven’t in a while since promo started for the album. Let me treat you.” Harry pulls her up from the couch and brings her into his chest, cuddling her as he kisses the top of her head.

“Fine. But don’t be gone long. I’ll miss you too much.” Y/N pouts endearingly. Harry chuckles again, and goes to grab his wallet from the table.

“I promise I’ll be right back. I can’t break a promise.”

Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Y/N was puzzled, the grocery store was only a mile away. He only needed a few things for the recipe. She called his phone a few times only to hear a voicemail. Frustrated, she started to cry, her thoughts succumbing to the worst. Then it all happened at once.

Her phone lit up with his name on the screen as Y/N scrambled to pick it up the second she heard it ring.

“Harry where are you it’s been nearly an hour!” Y/N worriedly exclaimed into the phone.

“Is this Y/N?” An unfamiliar voice replied, Y/N immediately covering her mouth in disbelief. Something bad has happened. She can feel it.

“Y-yes this is she.” Y/N gulps, stuttering over her words, her hands trembling from the anticipation of the impending news.

“Your boyfriend has been in a terrible accident. I’m a witness and I already called 911 they will be here any minute. You should get here.” His voice sounds sad, unsure. He sounds ashamed and sorry for her. She gasps, a sob slipping her lips as the tears form and start running down her cheeks uncontrollably, oxygen being harder to take in. He gave her the address, and she dropped everything but her phone, ran to the door and sped her car to the scene.

When she pulled up, her sobs thickened. Her eyes not believing the scene in front of her. The site...she couldn’t even recognize his car. Flipped, crushed. Her vision started to blur from her tears, she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her heart drops, further and further as her eyes frantically make out the scene in front of her.

Before she could stumble our of her car, an ambulance arrived. Her eyes were jolting everywhere. The flashing lights, the cars, the bystanders. It was too much. She felt like it wasn’t real, what she was witnessing. Like it was all some bad nightmare.

Y/N sprinted over, desperate to see him. The worst of her thoughts running through her head over and over. He has to be okay. He has to be okay. She keeps telling herself that, hoping that her prayers are answered.

A police officer steps in front of her, grabbing her shoulders as Y/N desperately tries to break from his grip, sobs and cries mewling from her mouth.

“M’am, you cannot enter the scene.” The police softly explains, still gently holding her back.

“M-my fian..my fiance..” Y/N blubbers, her breathing quickening as an impending anxiety attack is on the horizon.

The police officer’s eyes widen, his head nodding as he realizes who she is, the woman he called 10 minutes ago.

“Okay, okay. You’re Y/N?-“

“Yes, let me through! I-I need to know, need to know if he-if he’s..” Y/N sobs, her chest heaving.

“I-I’m afraid it’s not good. He is going to be airlifted to a nearby hospit-“

“L-let me see him.”

“I don’t know if thats a good idea-“

“LET ME SEE HIM!” Y/N yells in between cries, yanking herself from his grip.

The police officer obliges, bringing Y/N over to the wreck.

Then she sees him. Or what’s left of him.

Lifeless.

Pale.

She can’t even recognize his face. The blood is everywhere, the cuts, the bruises.

His hair is matted with drying blood, his body unconsciously limp. Glass all over his lap, some shards piercing his face. His beautiful face

The next thing she knows, she’s on the floor. Sobbing into her knees, shaking her head hoping it could rid her of the horrific nightmare. Wake up, she tells herself.

But she doesn’t. This is real. She spots a shard of glass a few feet from her and she feels tempted to grab it and slice her own throat so she doesn’t have to live with the pain.

Before the ambulance even got there, he was announced dead.

And Y/N felt like she was on the verge of dying too.

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He broke his promise. He said he would be right back. He said he never breaks promises.

Her sore eyes let out a few lone tears, a pit of guilt settling in her stomach at the most minuscule thought of being mad at him.

But it seems like the only way to cope with the pain.

Anger.

The images of his last moments become too much. Abruptly, she gets her aching body out of bed for what seems like the first time in months. Trudging over to her dresser, she grabs the framed photo of the two of them from the day of their engagement. His arms are wrapped around her from behind, his lips lovingly pressing against her cheek with a smirk as she laughs. Her bright and beautiful ring on full display. After grabbing it she sombers over to the bathub, dragging her feet.

Starting the water, grabbing a razor. She’s replayed this scene many times in her head. How she would go about doing it.

She wants to end the pain. She wants to see him again.

Before she does, she looks around the room. This is it for her. But she’ll be happy. Setting the picture next to her, she stares at it. Tears streaming down her pale cheeks. But she’s quiet. No sobs. Just tears.

She hisses at the pain of the blade digging into her flesh. But then she calms. Relaxes. Her eyes still set on the photo, ring still tightly wrapped around her finger.

Then it happens. She feels herself losing consciousness. But a small smile lifts. Not very wide, but subtle. First time she’s smiled in weeks. Closing her eyes, a shy smile on her face, she whispers weakly, her body slowly losing its grip onto life...

“I’m coming for you Harry. I can’t wait to see you again. I love you”

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A/N: sorry to do that to you guys...requests are open as always 

[armywriter2605]

He forgets - BTS Jungkook x reader

Genre: Angst, little bit of fluff, a sort of fluff ending? (not really)

Warnings: Cursing; just plain sad 

Words: 1k+

Masterlist

(GIF NOT MINE)

You knew your boyfriend sometimes forgot a couple of things, a date here and there or to call you when he was on tour, yet you had always wanted to be the understanding type of girlfriend. His schedule was packed up, and with all the tiresome practices and tours, Jungkook would easily forget a thing or two. He's human, that's what you always told yourself.

Two years ago, Jungkook had asked you, on your birthday, to date him so on your birthday you celebrated both things and honestly, you loved it. Last year he had been on tour on that exact date, yet he still made sure flowers and a beautiful necklace were delivered to your door while he face-timed you. It was cute and when he came back from the tour, you gave him a game he had been wanting for for a long time and both of you went on a small 4-day trip to Busan. It was amazing and this year, you had been looking forward to this day for days now. It would be the first time you spent the day together. Jungkook wasn't on tour, and you were wondering what he had prepared for you, especially when he hadn't mentioned or asked you anything. You knew him and the boys were getting ready for a comeback with practices 24/7 or having to stay in the studios recording or producing, yet you still hoped for something.  

You woke up to an empty bed and with a note on your nightstand where it simply stood "Left for practice. – JK." You let out a deep sigh and got up, yet this wasn't what would bring you down today. You still had an entire day ahead of you and you were sure, big or small, he had something planned for the both of you. You had decided that today you would make a great home-cooked meal with both yours and Jungkook's favorite dishes, bake a cake and get some wine for both of you. You wanted this day to be perfect.

You decided to bake the cake first so it had good time in the fridge, and later on you would pick up Jungkook’s favorite red wine. You had put on the dress you had bought a week ago just for this day, happy you decided to go with one of his favorite colors and bomb killer, black. It was beautiful, especially with the red lipstick and red heels you had on. Before you decided to start on the dinner, you sent your boyfriend a text. 

You giggled and started on the full course meal both you and Jungkook would be eating later. You were excited to also show him you had perfected your cooking skills. A couple hours later, and he had still not replied, yet you simply believed he was pulling one of his surprises so you brushed it away and kept on doing everything you had to do. 

Time went by fast especially since you decided to decor your home with some balloons and other stuff. When the alarm you had put for 7pm rang, you frowned and picked your phone up.  

You hated being the clingy type of girlfriend and didn’t wish to disturb him, yet when a half an hour passed and he still hadn’t answered, you decided to send another text. Maybe he was just running late.

Not only five minutes later, he replied with a reply that you were hoping wouldn’t come today.

Third person’s POV

Jungkook smiled down at his phone while he walked into his hyung’s studio. “You ready, Jungkookie?” Yoongi asked as he handed him a pair of headsets. The younger male nodded as he put his phone down on the table, deciding to not pick it up when he heard the notifications sound come in, informing him he had another text from you. The faster he worked, the faster he would go home. 

On the other side of the town, Y/N was looking down on her phone as she sat at the dining table, tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew he could forget some things, yet forgetting this day was just cruel. She could feel a pain in her chest, making her cry harder. It was like she had a snake of thorns entangled around her heart. 

An hour, two hours, three hours passed by while she simply sat on her chair by the dining table, crying or just staring at the walls. She opened her phone to check their texts one last time, noticing he hadn’t even read her two last ones.

She let a deep sigh and when the clock hit 12 PM, she got up and went to bed, not bothering to take away the untouched dishes or clean all the decor she had prepared. 

One Hour Later

Jungkook was finally done at the studio and was happy he could finally go home and sleep with his girlfriend in his arms, yet when he was in the van on his way home and opened his phone to read her texts, he stared blankly at the texts until it hit him. The dinner, the excitement, the date. 

“FUCK! Manger-nim, please drive faster. I need to get home now!” He said as he grabbed his phone and dialed Y/N’s number, hoping she would pick up. 3 missed calls later, he was running into his apartment. The house seemed normal at first, yet once he walked into the dining room, his heart dropped. 

“No no...” 

The heart shaped balloons that were filling the room weren’t so cute now that the room was completely dark. The full course meal was untouched and the ice cubes that were supposed to hold the wine cold had melted. It was the saddest scene he had ever seen. How could he possibly forget his girlfriend’s birthday and their 2 year anniversary? He decided to clean the entire meal away, storing it so, if she wanted, they could still eat it tomorrow. After cleaning up, Jungkook headed to their bedroom. Once he walked in, he immediately noticed his girlfriend sleeping on their bed. His eyes had also caught the black dress that was hanging on their armchair. He assumed it was new since he had never seen it before, which only saddened him even more. 

Jungkook felt like the worst boyfriend in the world, and when he layed down next to Y/N, he was fast to see the dried trails of tears on her cheeks. She had fallen asleep crying. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I’m truly sorry. I love you, I’m sorry.” 

Upon hearing her boyfriend’s voice, Y/N woke up. She turned around to look at Jungkook who had tears rolling down his cheeks. 

“Jungkook...”

“I-I’m such a shitty boyfriend, a jerk and asshole. I didn’t mean to forget. It’s just everything is so stressful and I’ve had so much to think of. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll, I’ll stay at home tomorrow. I’ll fix t-this.”

Y/N simply nodded as she hugged him. She knew how stressed out he’d been because of the comeback and how much pressure he was under. 

“Don’t cry. Let’s sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow, Kookie-ah.”

Jungkook sobbed and wrapped his arms around her, feeling his eyelids betray him. He let out a yawn as he tried to stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks onto his T-shirt. He was exhausted.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll fix this. I promise.”

“I know. I love you too, Kookie. I love you very much.”

[oumiyuki]

The Best Medicine is Snuggles

Summary: You is sick. Chika wants to take care of her. And so…they end up snuggling in bed. 

Pairing: YouChika

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Sickfic

Words: 1637

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~

Author Notes

Writer mum said “Get off Tumblr. You should be writing” and I’m a good kid, so I did. XD

This story is dedicated to chika-chan <3

May you enjoy~

 It didn’t take a genius to know that You was sick. It only took a Chika to notice those well-hidden signs as You did her best to put up a strong front. But try as she might, the moment concerned scarlet eyes was locked on the swimmer with an unusually pale complexion, her secret was exposed.

“You-chan.” Chika gave the ash-brunette a chance.

“Mm?” You turns to the orangehead with a chirpy grin.

Nice try, but…

Chika jumps in front of her best friend, lifts her hands high into a salute and big smile as she shouts “Full speed ahead~!” and through it all, her eyes never left You as she watched You lagged to respond.

“…Yousoro!” You takes a few seconds too long to return with her catchphrase and lift a shaky hand up to her forehead in a salute.

I knew it.

Chika sighs, grabs You’s hand, ignoring the surprised yelp from You and presses their foreheads together before You could even complain.

“Chi-Chika-chan?”

Still trying to hide it? You sure are stubborn.

Chika pouts with purpose as she made her expression to be stern. “You’re sick.”

You blinks a multitude of guilty times, unable to look her best friend in the eye now. “I-I’m…I’m not..?”

Chika sighs exaggeratedly louder, seeing You flinch at the sound; she knew You never liked hearing upset sounds from her. She also knew that You is really bad at keeping things from her. “So, what are you.”

It wasn’t even a question now. You lowered her head as she confessed. “I’m sick…”

Chika smiles. “Good. Now let’s go home and get you nursed!”

You’s cheeks flushed red. “You don’t have to follow me home…I can get back myself-”

Chika raises both eyebrows at You who sniffled twice too many times in less than a minute; letting Chika know that You was coming down with a cold, if not already. And that state caused You to say something ridiculous.

Part of me wants to think this is cute. But You-chan is always trying to be tough. And I much rather she relies on me more! Muuuu!

Chika holds You’s hand tighter and pulls her along.

“Chika-chan…”

“We live in the same house, dummy…” Chika looks to the side, hoping You can’t see her own blushing face.

We live in the same house…Don’t forget that. Sheesh.

It was only after two minutes of walking before You goes, “Oh…” Sniffles loudly before turning her head away with a cough and then turns back to smile sheepishly. “Sorry…”

Chika shakes her head. “Don’t say sorry. Sneeze when you need to. Cough when you have to. And let me hear and see all of them. Cos I’m your nurse!”

You smiles then covers her mouth as she coughs again. “And my doctor?”

“And your doctor!” Chika beams and squeezes their still connected hands.

  Now back home in their shared apartment, Chika ushers You into the shower and helps You dry her hair when done.

You-chan is kind of like an obedient puppy with her hair ruffled like that and not complaining…

Chika moves the towel lower to clean the back of You’s ears, thinking of how much the ash-brunette reminds her of a dog and wanting to pet You more.

You’s cough breaks Chika out of her distracted thoughts but before the orangehead could go back into worry mode, You places her hands on Chika’s. “Chika-chan…”

“Mm?” Chika brings the towel over You’s hair once more before waiting for her girlfriend to continue.

Could she tell I was thinking of her as a cute dog?

“You can go do whatever you want now…” You takes the towel from Chika to dry her hair herself.

“What?” Chika doesn’t leave the room as she couldn’t tell what You meant by that. She was her nurse! And doctor!

You turns back around. “It’s just afternoon…You should go do what you normally would do. Spend the day normally…” You sneezes and groans a little from feeling weak. “Mm…And anyways, Chika-chan being healthy and energetic as per normal will help me feel better.”

You climbs onto the bed and sits there to make a point. “So go. I’ll be resting up now.”

Chika makes a face; thinking, contemplating, worrying, and finding the ash-brunette adorable for still thinking of her first when she’s the one that’s sick. “Alright. Call me if you need anything.”

You returns a smile as she lifts her hand up to make a fake phone over her ears. “I’ll ring the emergency contact.”

Chika laughs and mimics the phone finger to her ear. “And I’ll pick up before three rings.” The orangehead winks in exaggeration causing You to laugh.

That laugh, however, becomes a coughing fit and Chika hurries over to pat You’s back. “Hey…Sorry, are you alright.”

In between coughs, You shakes her head and waves her hand to kind of let Chika know she’s alright. “Ah…I’m alright. I’m okay.” You coughs a little more and furrows her eyebrows, not wanting to worry Chika more than she already is doing. “Go outside. Don’t want ya catching my cold…”

You pulls the covers over herself, lies down and points to the door.

Chika rolls her eyes at her girlfriend’s adamant behaviour. “Aye, aye.”

If you weren’t sick, I’d sit on you.

Chika pouts at the head of ash-grey before exiting the room.

 Chika ponders to herself what she would be doing if it was a normal day while sitting on the couch. “Hmm…Usually, I’d…”

Scarlet eyes scanned the house, pass the dining table, in the kitchen, the living room walls…and onto some photos, they put up of the two of them. “…Hang out with You-chan. Mess around with You-chan. Joke with You-chan…”

Everything has to do with You-chan.

Chika drops her head on the sofa’s headrest and blows at her hair. “This is boring.”

I mean…Even if I did my own thing, I feel like You-chan would be involved somehow.

Chika grabs her phone off the table and then plops back down on the sofa. “I would text You-chan just to disturb her, no?”

The orangehead scrolls her messages and other social media messaging systems. A smile grows on her face as she reads through the antics You and her does almost daily. “She’s such a dork.”

Hehe~ My dork though~

“Chika…chan… Chika-chan…”

Chika switches her phone screen off and looks to the room. “You-chan?”

The orangehead pokes her head in the room to see her girlfriend huddled under the blanket as she left her but this time, her hair seemed more all over the place and her face smooched in another pillow You was hugging tightly and murmuring her name into.

“Chika…chan…”

Chika feels her heart squeeze at the scene and her cheeks warming too.

She walks over to get a better look. Seeing You all vulnerable; face flushed, a clear sign that she was starting to get a fever, and nose very much red, and a rough breathing sound from the sore throat. But through it all…You would keep mumbling her name in her light slumber.

If you want me…

Chika climbs into bed, going under the covers.

Don’t ask me to stay outside.

You opens her eyes to look blearily at who joined her. She sniffles and croakily speaks. “Chika…-chan…It’s not night yet-”

“It doesn’t have to be night for me to take care of you, You-chan.” Chika speaks relatively sternly before her gaze soften as You took in a big breath and tried to hold back a cough.

“But…”

“No buts.” Chika shuffles closer, grabbing the stand-in pillow-Chika away from a flushed face, stuffed nose You that whined pathetically but cutely at that.

Ugh, it’s like I took a soft toy from a kid. I love her when she’s so sick too!

Chika clears her throat for her slightly embarrassing thoughts. “You’ve got the real thing now.” The orangehead speaks gently as she wraps You in her arms, letting the ash-brunette’s face nestle in her chest. “Comfy?”

You hums and comments unthinkingly (possibly the fever’s doing). “Would be better...without the bra…”

Eh?

Chika blushes; not used to such a straightforward You about things like bras and panties when it isn’t about designs. Chika sits up without warning, leaving a pouting You to whine at the loss of warmth who goes silent when she sees Chika’s hands behind the orangehead’s back and her shirt was shifting from the front.

I’m only doing this for you cos you’re sick…

When You blinks again, she was presented with a sight of her girlfriend dangling a light orange bra in front of her eyes before dropping it over the bed.

And maybe to get you blushing!

You lifts a hand to rub her eyes, wondering if it’s a dream.

Chika chuckles; embarrassment and nervousness mixed in. “It’s real, silly. And…this is just for you. Just so you know…”

Just for You-chan…

Chika makes herself comfortable beside You again; her hands around You’s back, pulling her down with the cold girlfriend close. Purposefully resting the ash-brunette’s head in her chest again. “Better?”

You nods and relaxes in Chika’s embrace; warm and soft. “Chika-chan…”

“Mm…You-chan…” Chika closes her eyes, relaxing fully with You in her arms, listening to the swimmer’s breathing as she later drifts to sleepy land with You.

 You wakes later to blush harder as she knows that Chika is braless and pretends to be asleep when Chika wakes after. Chika knows that You is feigning sleep since You was blushing so hard and in turn makes her extra blushy too.

This is just for You-chan!

Stop blushing so hard it’s not that embarrassing!

You’re making me embarrassed too!

“Chika-chan…” You speaks in blush language.

Chika grumbles and hugs You tighter. “What.”

“Th-Thank you?”

“Mmmmmmmmmmm.” Chika drags on as she really didn’t know what to say.

 Author Notes

When we can’t stop blushing…can we just keep snuggling? XD ahhh gosh, they are both so cute!

I’m guessing You and Chika falls back asleep again to avoid the blush-inducing situation. With all this extra sleep, You recovers and they are back to normal again. :3

Normal in the sense of naturally flirting of course ;D

Leave a comment if you like! (Our two love birds are busy snuggling after all! Waking to your comments would make them smiley! :D)

See you next yousoro~! ^w^7

[billyhargroveinaponytail]

“Good Ole Dacre Montgomery”

Chapter 5: 'Heaven help a fool who falls in love'

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Thank you guys for all the love! :)

@dreamin-of-dacre

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Thursday morning, everyone was up and hustling around. A lot was going on today, they were filming some scenes and the rest of the cast was getting ready for the red carpet event on Friday. Myra wasn't needed on set until 2pm which was perfect, for the previous night her and Paisley finished off two bottles of wine. She was worn out and avoiding leaving bed at all cost. Myra sat up noticing Paisley still passed out on the pull out couch, snoring as usual.

Jane was out busy helping people get their outfits together for the event so Mary offered Myra the position to help her do the make up and effects needed for Dacre today. Her excitement was getting the worst of her, she rolled back and forth a few times before giving up and deciding to scroll through her phone. Facebook was the first thing she pulled up, she scrolled through the 19 notifications she had. Most of them being her grandmother tagging her in funny pictures, as she clicked through the different apps a text notification popped up on her phone.

Dacre: 'Mornin' :)  Getting an outfit for this event tomorrow and then I am all free if you wanna grab a bite to eat before we shoot!'

Myra: 'Morning! Paisley has been bugging me about seeing Joe again so you think they could tag along?'

Dacre: 'Of course, Joe did mention she was cute so maybe they'll hit it off! ;) Also this dress you got the other day, do I get a preview of it?'

Myra: 'No way you have to wait until tomorrow! :p'

Dacre: 'Just so you know I am rolling my eyes right now! I planned on leaving some shirt buttons undone for you! See you later! ;) '

Myra instantly started breathing heavily, accompanied by a racing pulse, she saw Paisley rise from her bed with a big smile. "How you feeling MJ?"

"Tired. How in the world did you convince me to drink two complete bottles of wine with you?" She groaned, rubbing her palm against her forehead. "You can never back down from a bet! It'll be the death of you someday!" Myra shook her head throwing a pillow threw her door way towards Paisley,  before flopping back in her bed in exhaustion. "Dacre wants us to get food with them later if you wanna go!"

"Them?" Paisley raised an eyebrow with curiosity. "Dacre and Joe, a little birdy might've told me he said you were cute!" Paisley stood frozen, "Joe-Joe Keery said I was cute.."

"Maybe." Myra shrugged, standing from her bed and walking to the fridge searching around for her iced coffee. "I need to find something cute to wear then, I had just planned on some leggings but this is serious jean stuff!" Paisley dug through the contents of her suit case searching for an outfit, while Myra poured the two of them a glass of ice coffee, dropping two ice cubes in each cup. Paisley always wore leggings no matter dress up or comfy clothes, so for her to want to wear jeans you knew it was serious.

"What about your closet? Anything in there I can steal?" Paisley sprinted to her bedroom pushing back the doors and diving in. "Go for it, just leave my outfit hung on the handle alone, that's my dress up outfit for set today!" Paisley pulled a long red sleeved baseball shirt, laughing. "I knew you brought this with you." She was talking about a shirt she had bought Myra right after season 2 came out and it instantly became Myra's go to bed shirt it was a large and very soft with the words 'Steve in the streets, Billy in the sheets' written across the front.  

"Please let me show Dacre this, he'll love it!" Myra swiftly took the T-shirt from her hand and threw it beside her bed. "No way in hell! Never!" She reached for her work attire hanging on the hanger and her small makeup bag setting beside her headboard. "I am going to get dressed you can raid my closet all you want and look for an outfit we just need to be leaving soon!" Paisley nodded in reply, continuing to search through her suitcase.

Myra was never one to wear such a professional outfit but this moment was important to her, she would be helping on set this time. Not just another person sitting behind the camera, she would be helping decide the make up and set up for this scene along side Mary.

Her dark red pants stopped right above her ankles the high waist of it meeting her black, cropped, wide strapped tank top, and a pair of matte black heels to match. Myra's curling iron put perfect small curls into the ends of her hair, she quickly sprayed them in place before joining Paisley in the living room. "Wow look at you, my best friend looks so fancy!" Myra struck a pose, laughing. "I feel so powerful in this!" She placed her hands on her hips, shaking them a little.

"You should, you look great! Also you ok if I wear your white lace top?" Paisley held up the top from the side of her closet. "Go for it, it'll look great on you!" Paisley instantly ripped off her bed shirt and replaced it with the new one. "Let me fix my hair and we can go!" She rushed into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Myra sat on the couch, taking out her phone to message Dacre.

Myra: 'Almost ready to go, waiting on Pais!'

Dacre: 'We are here waiting, see you soon ;)'

Paisley exited the bathroom buttoning her jeans, "I'm ready!" She reached for her phone and purse setting on the dining table. "Great, they're already there waiting for us!" Paisley swung the trailer door open with a bright smile, even though the air around her was gloomy and clouds above them grew dark.

The walk to the dinning area was filled with Myra telling Paisley her plans for this scene but her talking was cut short when Paisley mentioned the dreaded bed shirt again. "What are you going to do if you take this guy to your trailer and you two go to bed and he sees that shirt?" She bursted out into a gut wrenching laugh. "Well hopefully if that ever happens we aren't wearing clothes!" She interjected, mocking her voice. They both laugh harder, Paisley almost to the point of tears, when they approached the boys sitting at the table with questionable looks.

"Something funny?" Joe spoke, standing from his seat to greet Paisley. Myra shook her head covering her mouth to hide back anymore laughs. "Nothing it was just something funny we saw!" Paisley took in a deep breath, taking a seat next to Joe.

"Hi there, how's your morning going?" Dacre hung up his phone and smiled up to Myra, he patted the spot next to him and Myra obliged to his request. She noticed he looked a little off today and not his normal self. "It's good! How about you?" She adjusted her top hoping to receive a reaction from him. "Better now!" A forced smile grew across his face. "How was drinking last night?" Joe spoke to Myra and Paisley.

"Drinking? How did you-" Myra looked between the two boys with confusion. Dacre raised his phone to show her 6 different selfies of her and Paisley. "I assumed these selfies are the product of you two drinking!" Myra snatched his phone and looked through them. "Paisley, I don't remember this.." Paisley glanced over her shoulder laughing along. "I remember taking selfies I just didn't know you'd send them out!" Myra's stomach twisted in embarrassment, it had been awhile since she had drank that much so the entire night was just one big blur to her.

"I am sorry I sent those!" She handed the phone back over to Dacre, avoiding eye contact. "Don't be sorry they're cute!" He placed a hand on her leg, comforting her. Joe and Paisley were now off in their own little conversation when Dacre asked Myra. "Are you excited for this sauna scene?" Myra nodded, adjusting her posture. "I am, I've spent a lot of time thinking things over and I have some really good ideas!" She took a drink, curing the dryness that has occurred in her mouth. "I can't wait to see them!" He ran a hand across her back, tracing small patterns around her hips. Joe glanced over in a confused look mid-conversation before turning back to face Paisley.

An alarm Myra had set on her phone was going off alerting her it was time for her to head to set. She stood from the table they had been seated at thanking Dacre and Joe for inviting them. "I have got to get changed and I will meet you on set!" Dacre waved to Myra heading in the opposite direction. Joe gave Paisley a hug before thanking her for coming, "I have a couple scenes I am filming tonight, maybe if you find the time you two could stop by and watch?" Paisley glanced over towards Myra directing the question to her, she nodded. "Yeah we can stop by after I am done working on this scene! It would be nice to see the other story lines going on!"

"Great!," Joe spoke with excitement. "I will see you then,Pais!" He followed behind Dacre,quickly catching up to him. "Pais?," Myra raised a brow at her. "That's my nickname for you, he can't steal that!" Paisley pushed her in the direction of the studio. "It's a shortened version of my name, not sure that's really a nickname." She snickered.

They arrived on set, this time they would be filming at the same pool as before just inside the locker rooms. "I have never been in the guy's locker room before.." Paisley said walking around the bland looking area. "Nothing really special huh?" Myra shook her head, when Mary appeared through the doors. "No, nothing special except the faint smell of pee!" They all joined in laughing. "So M, you got any ideas for me?" Myra quickly takes out her notebook, flipping through a few notes she had scribbled down. "I'm thinking Billy is in the shower maybe after his shift, that could be how they lure him into the sauna with their CPR dummy." Mary nodded following along with her. "So a naked Billy?" She raised an eyebrow,smirking. Myra briskly shook her head. "No, no maybe he steps out and is getting dressed? The shirtless-ness will give the viewers a better look at his 'flayed' body and it will appeal to the Billy fans." She laughed glancing at Paisley shooting her a thumbs up. "I like it! Then we could do a complete flayed look head to toe on him." Myra's excitement grew knowing Mary liked her idea. "I will tell the special effects team and the director and let them know, when Dacre gets here you can inform him!"

Myra walked back to her seat next to Paisley, her smile still yet to have left her face. "That was great MJ, she loved it!" Paisley shook Myra's hand in excitement. The locker room door slammed behind someone coming inside. "Dacre!" Mary said, handing him over a pair of jeans. "Myra has a great idea so we are going to skip the lifeguard outfit and go right to you in the shower!" Dacre chuckled glancing in Myra's direction. "Your idea, huh?" He winked, taking the jeans from Mary's hand. "So Ms. Director explain to me what I am doing!" Myra rolled her eyes walking over to the shower stalls. "We can start here and the kids could start taunting, you head to your locker and start changing, then in nothing but jeans you go to find the kids that'll give us the ability to give you a full 'flayed' look once you get trapped inside the room..what do you think?" She stopped at the sauna door and turned to face him. "Well I think you're just trying to get me shirtless but I like it!" He glanced through the small sauna door then back to Myra.

"Maybe.." She smirked, before being interrupted by the filming crew filing in through the locker room doors. Dacre was taken to the side to discuss things with the director, the group of kids now joining them to be informed about the changes as well. "The director loved your idea, I think it's going to go great!" Mary gave her a confident smile. "Now we just need to get this boy to his boxers and into that shower so we can start filming!" Mary placed her fingers into her mouth, blowing out a high pitched whistle catching everyone's attention. "Dacre, let's go shower time!"

Myra laid her notes down in her empty chair next to Paisley, ignoring her adolescent faces. She turned, to be caught off guard by Dacre removing his shirt and jeans leaving him in a tan pair of fit boxers. "Get yourself in there let's go!" She joked, pushing him from behind into the small stall. Dacre turned the knob as the water quickly shot out onto the floor. "Get the wig soaked and we will fix your hair down in front of your face." Mary took out a small comb from her bag waiting for Dacre to follow her commands. "geez!" He quivered stepping into the cold water. "Mind flayer likes it cold, sorry!" Myra laughed,turning the warm water off completely.

Mary bushed down a few hairs in front of his face and laid his hair around his shoulders. "Ah perfect!" She stepped back looking at her finish project. "Ready whenever you guys are!" She spoke over to the director. He gave a thumbs up, moving the wheeled camera to face the shower. "Everyone in place!" He spoke, echoing through the small compacted area. Myra took her seat along with Mary and Paisley,holding onto the small tablet from before.

"Action!" He demanded from behind the camera. The camera slowly made it's way down the shower stalls, stopping at the end, turning in to see a soaking wet Dacre. The palms of his hands were placed against the shower wall, facing the water's cold stream. The water came to stop as Dacre turned to face the camera now peering in at him. The pieces of hair Mary had  fixed laid perfectly down his face. Myra sat up in her chair, feeling herself flush she couldn't look away her eyes were drawn to him, she fought to ignore how attractive it was.

The white towel was ripped off of the rack and Dacre walked to his locker, pushing the towel through his wet locks.  The camera now stood to his left side showing off his glistening body and the perfectly placed tattoo Mary had done this morning. The locker door was swung open while Dacre took out his jeans pulling them over his still damp legs.

He jumped a few times tugging them on, when a sudden clang caught his attention. "Pool is closed." He spoke lowly in the quiet room. More noises came from the other room,only louder this time. "Hey," He slammed the locker door closed racing around the set of lockers. "Do you hear me? The pool is closed!" He rapidly approached the locker room main door, slamming his hands against it. He shook at it a few more time, causing the lock that had now been placed on the other side, to jingle back and forth.

"Billy!" Mike's voice rang from the distance. Dacre quickly adverted his attention to the young boy. "Who's there?"

"Billy!" Mike spoke louder in a taunting voice. "Who's there?" Dacre asked in the same sing-song voice. Mike continued on, Dacre now charging through the locker room, ripping back shower curtains searching for the children. "You think this is funny,huh?" Dacre was on the prowl now, determined to find them. Mike's laughter now echoed throughout. "Billy come and find me!"

"I find you, it is your funeral." Dacre paced,slowly turning every corner. A teal door slowly closed while Mike spoke up again. "Come and get me. Come on!" Dacre came to face the sauna door and the figure of a boy stood in the small window, Mike's laughter continuing through out. "Got you!" Dacre says, just above a whisper. A loud cackle left him as he stepped towards the door, clapping his hands in success. "Come and get me, you piece of shit!" The voice spoke from the other side of the door.

A red CPR dummy, to Dacre's surprise, was placed on the other side of the sauna door. He stomped forward scooping it up by it's neck and slamming it to the ceiling of the small room. "Hey, behind you." A voice came from the small walkie-talkie attached with duct tape around the torso of the dummy. Dacre released the dummy from his grip,slamming it to the ground and turned to face, Millie who now stood behind him. "Hi!"

"Cut!" The director yelled. "Let's get Billy strapped up for the throwing!" Two men raced to Dacre's side putting a clear strap around his chest and hooking it to the back wall. "What's that for?" Paisley glanced across Myra over to Mary. "It's a device that will make him slam against the wall with Eleven's telekinesis, it attaches to the wall and it will pull him backwards at quick speeds. The wall behind him has quick break tile so as soon as he touches it they will shatter like he was thrown against them." Myra sat at the edge of her chair eager to see the contraption at work. "Everyone ready?" The director glanced around,everyone in a waiting position.  "Action!" Millie repeated her line, while the two men who had rushed on set, now stood to the side yanking on a device that pulled Dacre backwards against the sauna walls and then dropping him to the floor. Broken pieces of tile scattered all around him, Mike,Max,Lucas, and Will all rushed around the corner slamming the sauna door closed and putting a large lock around it.

Dacre continuously slammed his body against the door trying to get free. "Come one!" Mike spoke, hurrying Lucas to close the final lock. "Got it!" Lucas yelled as the two of them stepped away joining the others a few feet from the door. Dacre had a look of desperation on his face when he looked at the group of kids. "Max."

Max intensely starred back at him, before turning to Will. "Do it!" Will turned the dial all the way over to the hottest setting. "Max let me out of here!" Dacre slammed his fist against the small panel window. "Let me out!" He panted as the fog collected on the glass near his mouth. "You kids," Dacre looked over each of them. "You think this is funny? You kids think this is some kind of sick prank,huh?" He spat on the glass, out of rage. "You little shits think this is funny?" Max looked to Will with worry. "What is this? Open the door!" His voice deepened as the temperature around him raised. "Open the door!" He screamed with a powerful slam against the frame. "Open the door, open the goddamn door!" He now had his face smashed against the glass.

A loud thud came from the sauna as Dacre dropped to the ground. "We're at 220." Will turned to face the group after checking the thermometer at the side of the door. Dacre grunted more, before beginning to sob. "it's not my fault. It's not my fault,Max. I promise you it's not my fault." Max peered in through the glass seeing her step brother curled up on the floor, pleading. "What's not your fault, Billy?" She questioned him. Dacre had a look of fear, real genuine fear. "I've done things,Max. Really...bad things. I didn't mean to!" His lower lip trembles as he cries out. "He made me do it!"

"Who made you do it?" Max's concern grows for him. "I don't know, it's like a shadow." At this point Dacre's entire body was drenched in sweat, actual real sweat this time. Mary had informed Myra and Paisley that the sauna was actually on, not at that exact temperature but warm enough to make him sweat. "Like a giant shadow. Please,Max." Dacre cried harder now. "What did he make you do?"

"It's not my fault,okay? Max,please." Dacre laid his head on the wooden bench, begging and pleading. Max took a few deep blinks as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please,believe me,Max, it's not my fault. I tried to stop him,okay? I did! Please believe me Max." Myra even felt herself tearing up, Dacre's acting was pulling on all of her heart strings. "Billy it's going to be okay."

Max placed a hand on the glass trying to comfort her brother. "Max, please!" The camera slowly moved in on Dacre's right hand reaching for a broken piece of tile that had been thrown under the bench.

"It's going to be ok. We want to help you! You just have to talk to us, okay?" The camera moved close up on the back of Will's neck, he ran his hand across it,he shuddered. "I feel him!" Will mumbled. "He's activated." Max still stood at the sauna door comforting Dacre. "Max, get away from the door." Mike yelled, becoming worried for his friend.

"What?" Max kept her eyes on her distraught brother lying on the floor. "Get away from the door!" Mike screamed from the top of his lungs. At that exact moment,Dacre lunged forward shattering the small glass window that stood between them. "Let me out you bitch, let me out!" Max ran from him fighting back the tears.

"I'll fucking gut you!" The rage in his voice, frightened the entire crew. Dacre pulled away the metal pole that had been shoved into the door handle and tugged on the chains trying to free himself.

"Let me out!" he roared as Lucas pulled back his slingshot aiming it in Dacre's direction. Dacre grunted as a make believe object slammed against forehead causing him to dramatically drop to the ground. "Max come on!" Lucas yelled, motioning her to join the rest of them. The lights flickered sporadically, the groups of kids looked around in absolute fear. Another camera moved to Dacre who was still lying on the tile ground, Dacre coughed up a small amount of water, staggering to get up off the floor.

"Cut! Make up get in there and touch up his face! Special effects get in there and touch up the green screen dots!" Mary took Myra's hand and rushed over to Dacre's side. "Hi there having fun?" She smiled down at him. "Oh a blast, you ready to do this?" Myra nodded reaching out for Mary's make up bag beginning to apply the stenciled make up to his cheeks and forehead. "You're doing a great job! Almost had me crying earlier!" Dacre shook his head laughing.

"It gets worse, trust me." He laid a hand on her thigh while she helped Mary cover his neck and chest with the stencils as well. Myra's entire body tensed up, trying to ignore his warm touch. Dacre brings his eyes up to meet hers, keeping a sweet smile. "After we are done here you have any plans,aside from taking Paisley to see Joe?" She shook her head, nothing came to mind.

"No plans, what did you have in mind?" Mary huffed a deep breath continuing to lay down the 'flayed' make up. "Well I was thinking a movie night?" Myra gave him a bright smile. "Sounds like a plan!" Myra patted his shoulder since they were now done with him. "Keep up the good work, Montgomery!" She strutted away joining Paisley back at their seats. "Dang, someone's cocky!" Paisley squealed.

"Here we go again guys!" The familiar voice spoke over everyone. "Action!" The camera moved up on Dacre pulling himself to his feet, grunting in agony the entire time. He fumbled around the room, reaching for the walls around him. A loud roar left his mouth as the camera came to face him,showing off the work Myra and Mary had just done.

Dacre charged at the door, slamming his shoulder into it. The chain jerked reaching it's breaking point, Dacre backed up slamming himself against it again. Eleven stood guarding her friends behind her arms. "He can't get out,can he?" Dacre repeatedly hit the door,screaming louder every time. "No way." Lucas shook his head in disbelief. "No way!" He repeated. One final charge at the door sent it flying off it's hinges, Dacre rolled to the ground, quickly coming to his feet to face Eleven.

A piece of equipment hung from a near by dumbbell, the equipment would help the dumbbell raise similar to Dacre being raised,Eleven raised her hand at the same time causing the weight to rise and pushed it against Dacre's chest slamming him against the brick walls. The metal bar was placed against Dacre's neck as he yelled out,successfully pushing it away from him. It was then thrown across the room, while Dacre snatched a hold of Eleven's hair pulling it back. Dacre looked over to the other terrified children, Max huddling behind Lucas, as he took Eleven's throat into his grip.

Eleven swung her arms gasping for air, another piece of equipment was strapped to Eleven now hoisting her up into the air as Dacre kept his grip around her throat. "No!" She repeatedly forced out, smacking his arm and kicking at him. Mike appeared out of nowhere with a foam fake piece of pipe he had been handed, swinging it into the back of Dacre's head. "Go to hell, you piece of shit!" Dacre dropped to his stomach, as Mike swung again he quickly spun around catching the bar before he could be struck by it again. He then threw the bar across the room, charging himself at Mike.

The equipment that had raised him up in the sauna was now raising him up again. Eleven held both her arms out, tears streaming down her face. Spit shot from Dacre's mouth as Eleven turned to face him and threw her arms in the opposite direction, the machine now pulling Dacre that same way. A green screened cushion had caught him, as Eleven clung to Mike, the two of them sliding down the wall to the cold concrete ground.

"Cut!" He shouted,catching everyone off guard. "That was incredible guys! Let's do a little touch ups and we will be finished with it!" Dacre was released from the machine and stood on the ground, examining the wounds he had received. "You doing ok?" Myra walked up, Paisley by her side. "Yeah just a couple little bumps and bruises, no where as bad as someone slamming my fingers in a door!" He raised a brow at Myra,laughing. "Are you going to hold that against me forever?" Myra flicked the small scratch on his forearm. "Probably! You two heading over to see Joe now?"

"Yes, yes,yes!" Paisley says eagerly under her breath. "We are heading there now! Just wanted to say good job and I will see you later!" Dacre waved as the two walked off the set and made their way to where Joe and the others would be filming.

Myra assumed it would be the ice cream shop, but they were actually filming in a small warehouse. Robin,Dustin, and Erica were all standing around waiting for their next directions, when Myra and Paisley walked up. "Hey!" Joe waved from inside the small area filled with boxes. Paisley waved back,as the two of them searched for empty sets. "Don't get too nervous, you did so good earlier don't screw up now!" Myra comforted Paisley, who was shaking with nervousness.

Joe was wearing his ice cream uniform from earlier, a little more messy but the shorts were still hiked up past his knees. While conversing with Robin, Joe pointed in Paisley's direction as if he was telling her about Paisley. "Let's get in places everyone so we can get started!" Joe moved to the corner of the room,sliding down to the floor and moving a box onto his lap. "Everyone ready? And action!" The camera moved in on the four of them.

"It fell on my groin!" Joe yelled trying to push the box away. "Dustin!" He strained,trying to get the curly haired boy's attention. "Get this off of me!" Dustin joined his side helping to lift off the box. "I can't move." Joe spoke out of breath.

"Is everyone ok?" Robin asked,rubbing a sore spot on the back of her head. "Yeah I am great, now that I know that Russians can't design elevators!" Joe shouted waving his arms around, he moved Dustin away from the front of a small panel on the wall,beginning to push buttons rapidly. "I think we have established that those buttons don't work."

"They're buttons. They have to do something!" Paisley giggled a little noticing the tuff of hair sticking out from under Joe's uniform top. Myra raised her hand to cover her mouth. "Shh!"

"Yeah if we had a keycard!" Robin pointed to the side of the panel, trying to explain to Joe. "A what?" He looked back in confusion.

"It's an electronic lock! Same as the loading dock door. If we don't have a keycard,- it won't operate,meaning-"

"We are stuck in here!" Dustin finished her sentence, Robin nodded in agreeance. "Just so you nerds are aware, I'm suppose to be spending the night at Tina's, and Tina always covers for me. But if I'm not home for Uncle Jack's party tomorrow and my mom finds out you three are responsible she's gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throat!" Erica spoke in a meaningful tone.

"I don't care about Tina! Or Uncle Jack's party! Your mom isn't going to be able to find us if we're dead in a Russian elevator!" Joe said enraged, his hair moving around wildly as he talked. "Hey," Dustin cut him off, pointing to the ceiling. "What if we climbed out?" The camera panned to an air vent on the ceiling. The camera then moved rooms as they entered the air vent,putting them now on top of the elevator. "What were you saying about climbing?" They looked up to a large green screen above them.

Joe crawled back into the hole to start another scene while the camera moved positions. Paisley's eyes were glued to him and every move he made.

"Code red, I repeat,a code red! Does anyone copy? This is a code red,I repeat,a code red. This is a code red, I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall." Dustin paced back and forth. "The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found, they will torture and kill us."

"Hey," Joe popped his head up from the inside of the elevator. "Gotta take it easy on that thing. Gonna drain the battery!" He pulled himself up to join Dustin on top again. "The mall just opened." "So?" Joe shrugged. "So someone could be in range."

"What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here?" Joe says in a dry reply. "All right, why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Robin?" Dustin spoke in soft, barley audible tone. "Shh! Jesus Christ! Will you just give up on your creepy dream already?" Joe continues speaking in the same tone. "I heard you guys talking all night." Dustin responds.

"Yeah, we were trying to figure out a way to open up the door, while you children were asleep!" Joe now stepped out of the hole joining Dustin on top of the elevator shaft. "After eight hours,we're still exactly nowhere, which is, you know, probably just a little bit of the reason why I'm feeling just a tad cranky." Joe moved to the side of the room being handed a small water bottle under the camera, he unzipped his pants holding the water bottle in place.

Paisley and Myra shared an amused expression, trying not to laugh before looking back at the scene. "What are you doing?" Dustin stood behind him, in confusion. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a leak. Look away." Joe pointed for Dustin to stare in another direction. "Look away!" He repeated again before squeezing the bottle pretending to 'relieve himself'

The stream of water was now pouring down the wall inside the elevator where Robin and Erica still sat. "Can you redirect your stream,please?" Robin yelled up at Joe. The stream now trailed over the wall to the opposite corner.

A loud clang from Erica echoed throughout the confined area. "Hey,hey! Be careful,careful,careful!" Robin rushed to her side taking the green canister from her grip. "We don't even know what that is."

"Exactly it could be useful." Erica reached out for it, Robin moving it away from her again. "Useful how?"

"We can survive down here a long time without food,but if the human body doesn't get water, it will die."

"I hate to break it to you, but this is not water."

"No, but it's a liquid,and if it comes down to me drinking that shit or dying of thirst, I drink." Erica quickly snapped the tube back from Robin. While a mechanical noise caught Robin's attention, she moved to the door pressing her ear against it.

"We have got company!"  Robin pushed her head through the small door, where Joe had just recently crawled through. "Cut!" A new voice yelled this time, the assistant director helping the Duffer brothers. "Great job! That's a wrap for today we will finish out the rest tomorrow!" Paisley checked the time on her phone it was almost 9pm. "Any news from Dacre?"

"No, but I am sure they either running scenes or he's getting out of that wig." Myra explains. The sound of squeaking sneakers approached the two of them,those sneakers belonging to Joe Keery. "Hiya!" Paisley smiled at him.

"I'm glad you two made it! How did the sauna scene go?" Paisley fumbled around on her words a little before pointing to Myra. "She did great, she had so many good ideas for them!" Joe gave a quick chuckle at her uneasy expression. "There's no need to be nervous, I'm just me!" He gave a wide grin, attempting to comfort her but only doing the complete opposite. "You wanna walk to the wardrobe trailer with me?" He smiled sweetly, taking a drink.  Paisley looks to Myra for an answer.

"Yes, of course go ahead! I'm going to head to Dacre's trailer and see if he's there!" Paisley hugs Myra goodbye before turning to face Joe. "Lead the way!" She smiles, taking his out reached hand. Myra watches the two of them walk away from her, she turns on her heels heading in the direction of Dacre's trailer.

Myra: 'Heading to your trailer, are you done yet? If not I can wait! :)'

A hour went by and still no reply from Dacre, she sat on the steps of his trailer eagerly waiting.

Myra: 'Waiting for you! Hope everything is ok! :)'

Maybe Dacre was still busy on set or he came home and instantly fell asleep, it was getting later and Paisley would be headed back to the trailer soon so she decided to make her way back as well. Myra scrolled through social media on her walk back noticing Dacre's instagram story post, it was a photo of his back after the Sauna incident, it had bruises and scratch marks all over. "He must still be in make up then getting cleaned up." Myra quietly mumbled to herself,opening up her trailer door to see Paisley laid out on the touch flipping through the channels on the small tv that sat on the counter.

Myra: 'It's getting late, I'm back at my trailer. I will see you tomorrow! :)'

"Anything good on?" Myra flopped down beside her on the couch. "Hey what happened to visiting Dacre? I assumed you would have stayed the night.." Myra shrugged laying her head on Paisley's shoulder. "Not sure..maybe he just got busy." Paisley patted her head,with a smile trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah,maybe he did. You wanna watch a movie?"

"No," Myra sits up crossing her legs. "I wanna know how things went with Joe!" She rocked back and forth a little waiting in anticipation.

"It went great!" Paisley bursts out. "He was so sweet and we had so much to talk about, plus his hands are so soft!" They burst out into laughter together. "I'm glad you two had great night!"

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Doors of Fate Ch. 8: Coming Undone

This chapter is NOT SFW! unrelated Striders, unrelated Bro/Dave

this chapter available on AO3!

With vacation turning out to be an all around success already, new clues come to light about what Dave's natural magical talent might be. Hot on the heels of that discovery, however, is a much delayed moment that Fate has promised them both for quite some time.

    The first day of vacation had gone by quickly, almost as if in a blur, and yet felt as if it took a good deal longer. Never a moment of rushing. They’d started with a fresh change of clothes each, Dave marveling at the shop while being measured and fitted into a comfortable set of trousers and a shirt that matched his eyes, boots that were soft enough they cradled his feet like doeskin, and a fashionable hat with a brim just wide enough to keep his face from burning during their time out in the sun. They’d eaten delicious foods for lunch, sweet treats for dessert, and visited different shops just to marvel at the many shining delicate things within. Barefoot they’d walked along the shore and chased the waves, cuffs of their pants wet even after being rolled up, and still smelling of salt air they’d dined on fine foods that left Dave dizzy with delight. The night had ended with Dave more than a little sauced thanks to the pitcher of wine they’d shared, perched on Ambrose’s lap back in their room astride his thighs, kissing at the side of his neck and gently scratching at his sides till sleep overtook him. Time had seemed slowest then, dragging along even at the best of times, till the day had truly been a full one.

    The second day was when the distortions truly became apparent, from the first hint of Dave slowly rising to wash, to the first bite of fluffy pancakes at the comfortable shop they went to. Ambrose was surprised he hadn’t noticed it at first, but with how subtle it was it had been an easy miss. Perhaps because of their close proximity to each other and their interactions he was being included in things.. but the alternative was concerning.

    “Dave,” Ambrose ventured as his husband added more syrup to his plate and he himself slid a bit more butter where he wanted it to melt, “have you been using magic consciously?”

    “Er. ...No, I thought it’d be safer not to,” he admitted. Then, grinning, he was quick to point out, “Remember last night? No fires! I’ve got this locked down. Should I be practicing while we’re doing normal things, you think? It’d be harder, but I think I could handle some simple things.”

    “I think you’ve been doing plenty already,” Ambrose said, eyes flicking to the side when he finally caught another one. “Have you noticed that we’re the only ones moving right now?”

    Almost as soon as Dave looked up, things had started to move again. Definitely subconscious then, he confirmed. The waiter Ambrose had been staring at finally finished taking his step, the person at the next table finally removed the fork from their mouth, and the breeze resumed moving the steam away at an angle instead of it rising straight up. It seemed less like individual targets then, and more like a bubble of activity and interaction.

    “I’m. Wait, I’m not doing that, I barely looked at anything to do with that before,” Dave insisted. “You need to believe me, I-”

    “I believe you,” Ambrose promised. “Relax, there’s no harm being done. It’s cute actually.”

    “Cute?”

    “I think that your magic is reaching out because you’re wanting to make things last as long as possible, as if we can’t just come and do this all over again any time we like,” he chuckled.

    “I don’t think that’s it, I mean. Why would I set fires with the other times, then?”

    “Why would you make things float when I was feeling you up?” Ambrose shrugged. “Sometimes things happen abstractly, such as the magic simply reaching out and causing mayhem however it can manifest, but you’re advanced enough it may be reacting in more focused ways now with your will. You’re not aroused, you’re trying to enjoy yourself as much as possible in an entirely new place. Who knows, this might be your specialty, even.”

    “My speciality? What, making things freeze in place?”

    “It can be useful, if you can harness it,” he said. “I’d be more surprised if it were anyone other than you, though.. This is quite advanced, it’s difficult even for me to do sometimes if I’m trying to do large scale. A lot of things have to be done just right to equal out and not have all your magic drained or expunged, and yet here you are making pancakes last twice as long as they would have just so you can savor them more.”

    It was innocent and sweet and while part of him wishes he hadn’t brought it up, it was still a lapse they needed to be cautious of should it become stronger or suddenly start to go awry. There had been more than enough uncontrolled magic and backlash from it recently for both of their tastes, the idea of it becoming an issue during a time as nice as this was not a pleasant one.

    Dave still seemed a bit flustered at the idea, overly cautious now, occasionally glancing around to make sure things were still moving. With the extra focus and attention, the lapses stopped occurring. ..For then at least.

    They started up again when they made their way to the shoreline once more with cloths to towel off with and a flask of sweet drink Ambrose was keeping chilled with a bit of magic. This time they stripped down like the other beach goers to hit the water, Dave paddling out to where he could no longer reach as fearlessly as an expert of the ocean, while Ambrose himself strode out to meet him. He paused when the sand licked at his feet unsteadily with the moving waves, not wanting to rely on magic just to swim with his spouse even if the swimming turned out to mostly be walking around in the water.

    Dave darted around him like a fish, slick as an eel as his limbs twined and then slipped free first left then right beneath the water, leaving Ambrose unable to catch him properly. He laughed, a bright sound like bells that made the mage’s chest hurt when it sank in for the hundredth time that this was entirely his in life, and squirmed around once more to slip onto his back instead. The waves slowed briefly, went quicker, then slowly went backwards. So isolated from others in their own little world he’d scarcely noticed once again, Dave filling his senses so fully that there was room for little else, let alone such a small sensation in the face of splashing and moving around beneath the water.

    “...Dave,” he breathed softly. “Shhh.. look. Don’t panic, it’s happening again. The water is pulling away from the shore each time.”

    It was subtle enough this time that Dave was able to keep calmer and witness it himself, eyes eventually rising to look around at the other people in the water, walking slowly backwards to their towels to sit down again, splashes returning to the hands that originated them. The water lent the entire scene a hypnotic quality, shimmering light through the crests and leaving every mirrored event to rewind itself uninterrupted. All was peaceful, nobody seeming to be bothered in the slightest when the magic finally broke and everything went back to business as usual.

    “...Can you teach me to do that on purpose? The stopping and the backwards thing?” Dave asked somewhat breathlessly. “Since I’m doing it already?”

    “In time, yes. Probably when we’re home, for the sake of privacy.. For now try to keep that in check still, okay? I know it’s a bit beyond your control but it seems to slow and stop when you focus on it.”

    “I wonder what kinds of things I could do while the world was stopped like that,” mused Dave, chin on the mage’s shoulder and legs occasionally kicking to drum up the water from beneath in low rumbled waves.

    “A good deal of things, both appropriate and not,” Ambrose promised. “I’m lucky you’re a good person on top of being such a prodigy, thieves have wet dreams about powers like that.”

    “So you say, but then you also say it’s innocent and sweet. Which is it! It can’t be both!” insisted Dave, squeezing above Ambrose’s hips with his knees so he could rise up and lean forward over his shoulder.

    Pursing his lips, Ambrose reached up and behind himself to snatch Dave beneath the armpits, pulling him forward into the water to dunk him. When he flailed and gurgled for a split second he just as quickly righted him out of the water as the gurgles turned to indignant squawks, toting him bridal style before turning this way and that with churning water.

    “It’s both. Many things are both. Excess is bad, yes? A moment of peace or reversing something to stop an incident are important and good.. But sometimes too much can be bad.”

    Dave struggled before going limp, allowing himself to be swished left and right, hand skating over the surface of the waves. “If you can do that, if others can do that, then why do bad things still happen? Why not just reverse time when I got hurt and stop it from happening?”

    “Because that’s too much responsibility sometimes,” Ambrose said. “If we simply reversed things or slowed things at a whim all the time we’d be playing God and asking for trouble. These should stop as your magic settles, don’t fret, but be cautious when we go forward with learning that you don’t try to shoulder the responsibility of the world. Accidents are meant to happen. It’s part of being human.”

    Dave frowned a little. Suddenly the concept of magic didn’t seem as fun as before. Usually when he studied it was out of fascination to control the uncontrollable, but this felt somewhat different. Automation and elements and summoning doors was far different from potentially controlling life and death. It felt heavy, unwelcoming, distinctly… unwanted. As fascinating as altering the flow of time was, he knew he’d need to tread cautiously for it to not blow up in his face in the future. Maybe with enough study it would stop seeming so intimidating.

    Judging the serious look on Dave’s face to be his spouse focusing too much on something too serious for a day meant to be full of fun, Ambrose kissed the side of his jaw and neck before squeezing him tightly.

    “Ease your mind love, we’re meant to be on vacation remember? There’s plenty of time to worry and fret when we’re not supposed to be having fun. I promise to let you brood later, but not right now,” he said, swishing him a bit quicker. While turning however, he kicked more sand out from beneath his feet and suddenly found himself kicking furiously to keep them both above water. He lifted Dave higher instinctively before having to drop him, panicking a bit. Dave, buoyant and comfortable in the water, simply floated and scooted back while Ambrose flailed to find his footing. When it seemed the mage wasn’t going to wind up finding it on his own, Dave grabbed one of his flailing wrists and hauled him back towards the shore a few feet till he was comfortably standing once more on a more solid surface.

    Ambrose cleared his throat, face warm.

    “That ah. ...That didn’t just happen.”

    “What didn’t just happen.”

    “I knew I loved you for a reason, Dave.”

    “Oh, is that the only reason? Not the multitudes of others I’ve heard you crooning at me so far?” he asked, splashing the mage playfully in the face. In retaliation Ambrose spread his arms wide and made a clapping gesture just beneath the water’s surface, sending up a massive wave of a splash augmented by magic. Dave sputtered and wiped his face, slicking his wet bangs back out of his eyes.

    “Hey! No fair!”

    “It’s entirely fair. I’ve no idea what you’re speaking of, Dave,” he said, taking a step and doing the same thing once again. This time the waves overtook Dave from either side, targeting him, tracking his movements to ensure he got hit with the full force of the bubbled water till he flailed and laughed. Holding his breath he ducked below the incoming waves and darted part his spouse’s legs, a hand reaching out to stroke the bare edge of his groin with his fingertips before just as quickly fleeing out of range like the slippery fish he was.

    Oh. So that’s how it was going to be, was it? Ambrose turned to try tracking where Dave was at, arms raised, prepared to strike again with water soon as he’d risen and taken a breath. Yet Dave didn’t seem to surface. He should have needed air by then, yet he was remaining down below long enough that slowly Ambrose lowered his arms and stepped forward again to check on him.

    “Dave?”

    It was the cue Dave had been waiting for, pushing off the sandy bottom to surge upwards partly out of the water, clapping his own hands. The reaction wasn’t as strong as Ambrose’s focused effort, but the effect was much the same: a rush of water crested on either side of the elder mage and splashed harshly against him, some of it covering his head and face to make him sputter. Instead of darting beneath the water again, Dave remained above it to surge forwards, clasping around Ambrose’s damp neck and shoulders so he could kiss him the second he stopped rubbing at his eyes.

    There was a sirens song in that kiss, a promise of more to come from the hungry edge to it, much like the sloppy kisses he’d received the night prior thanks to the wine. Ambrose couldn’t help but get lost in it for a moment, clasping the warm body of his spouse closer to his own for stability, wanting to keep him from slipping away soon as he was under his spell. As playful as the mood was, it was still a boon to be able to just kiss him like this, enjoy him in public where everyone could see and grow jealous of what a handsome couple they made.

    “You might want to put me down, or I’ll have to swim a while longer before I can get out of the water,” Dave murmured softly to him, nipping his lower lip with teeth just hard enough to sting.

    “You’re not making a very good argument, Dave. That just means you’d be in the water with me for longer..”

    “You know what I’m trying to say!” he laughed, nuzzling the side of Ambrose’s face before leaning back. “Are you going to release me?”

    “When I’ve only now finally gotten a hand back on you? I think not,” he chuckled, giving Dave’s hips a squeeze. “If you truly want it though..” he trailed off, loosening his sturdy grip to let Dave wiggle loose and paddle beside him instead.

    “Thank you. Much as I want to stay in the water with you all day, there’s still more I want to see today and do. The last thing I want to do is walk out of the water with my hands over my lap.”

    “I hardly think you’d be alone,” Ambrose chuckled. “Look around closely enough and you can spot the young lovers in the crowd. See how close they keep themselves? Anyone where even a single fellow is involved has that risk.”

    Dave sighed a bit. Well. At least he wouldn’t stand out as badly as he worried, it seemed. That was comforting for his mind.

    They carried on for a time as they had been, Dave darting around and both occasionally splashing between stolen touches and kisses, before it was time to return to the shore. Dave uncorked the drink Ambrose had brought, taking a swig as his shoulders were wrapped with a warm towel from behind and rubbed by larger hands.

    “Huh, this doesn’t taste very strong.”

    “It’s day drinking, there’s no need for it to be strong,” he chuckled. “Are you getting hungry? Or just tired?”

    “Restless,” Dave admitted as he sat down and rubbed his hair back from his face with the towels edge. “I keep feeling like there’s things we’re missing somehow.”

    “We can come back any season there’s time,” Ambrose reminded him as he wrapped his own towel around his waist and sat beside him to air dry for a while. When the drink was passed over he took a swig, holding the sweet liquid in his mouth before letting it run down his throat in small rivulets. Soothing. Delicious.

    “I know, you keep telling me,” Dave chuckled. “But there’s still the feeling. I expect I’ll feel this every time we visit till it feels familiar enough.”

    “I promise you, Dave. There’s no way to see every single thing in the world, but we’ll come very close in our time together,” Ambrose said with a sigh. He stretched his body and rested back in the sand to absorb more of the sunlight, peeking down when he felt something damp settle against his side, Dave tucking good and close as a little spoon could. “How about we go for another walk when we’ve changed again.”

    “That might be good. ..Though. I think I might be restless in multiple ways,” Dave admitted. “We’ve managed to kiss in the water, but I seem to recall you saying in the past that you wanted me to practice my magic so you could kiss me many places.”

    Ambrose huffed a soft laugh and ran his fingertips over the edge of Dave’s towel. “Are you subtly trying to say you want me to make out with you in different scenic locales, or is this a complaint that I’ve only kissed you in the water so far?”

    “Neither, this is me directly asking if you’d like to kiss me elsewhere.”

    “Hah. Fair enough, I suppose. The answer is yes by the way, I’d like to kiss you damn near everywhere in this town.”

    “That’s nice, but I’m asking if you’d like to kiss me elsewhere but my mouth.”

    “...Mmm.. Appealing as that is, I don’t think we’re quite at the level of control to manage that,” Ambrose chuckled. “We just realized you’re manipulating time  because you’re happy, I don’t want to think what kinds of things might happen while you’re distracted with me trying to get into your trousers.”

    “And if we were somewhere more controlled while you were trying to get into my trousers?” Dave asked, glancing up from Ambrose’s side.

    “Like, for instance, where we’re staying on vacation?” he asked, smiling a bit when he saw Dave nod his confirmation. “Oh, yes, I suppose that would be safe enough. Contained room, quiet space. Nobody would get caught up in any time shenanigans most likely, and any fires or lifting objects could be controlled with ease.”

    “Can we go back to our room then..?” Dave asked. “After this I mean. Would you like to, uh. Y’know.”

    “I do know. And I’d be honored.”

    Dave was sober this time, he was more in control of himself, and he was recovered from the incident in the hallway. There was nothing standing between them at this point.

    “However,” continued Ambrose, “I hope you don’t mind us taking the scenic route back to our room.”

    “Scenic route?”

    “I’d like to ravish you a bit before we reach our quarters,” he chuckled. “Warm you up a bit before there’s any trouser exploration.”

    Dave bit his lip and worried it between his teeth for a moment, gauging the pressure there with the intensity of what he was feeling, before he gave a nod of understanding. “Sure. I can handle that.”

    “If you reach a point where you can’t handle it just let me know and I’ll tote you to our quarters quicker to save you the walk.”

    They lay in the sun for a time, drying and gently baking in the warmth, skin turning red over the few shades of bronze they were gaining each. There was no rush, no sprint to hurry along. This was their vacation after all, there was more than enough time in the world to enjoy everything at their own pace, and Dave seemed up for the challenge. He didn’t move from Ambrose’s side but to change position, cooking himself evenly like a fish as he continued to dry out from tip to toe, only sitting up when the sand felt itchy on his skin and the heat was starting to get to him. Side by side they went to get dressed once more, dusting as much sand off as they could by hand before using a bit of magic to whisk the rest off, Dave groaning under his breath as the sensation of unseen hands and breeze dusted down his hips and ass, his back and stomach. Ambrose stored their belongings in the same bag and tucked it in the crook of his arm before placing his free one around Dave’s shoulders, leading him away from the inn and their comfortable room.

    The scenic route was a winding path, but with plenty to see and do. There were more shop windows to spectate at, some working with bits of magic at play to act out entire scenes with toys over and over, while others were all with mechanical pieces and candle glow. Ambrose stood behind Dave here with his palm flat on his abdomen, fingers minding their own business but breath warm behind his ear and against his nape as he spoke and explained different sights. Dave kept leaning backwards, trying to subtly rub himself against his spouse without being noticed by passerby.

    Another stopping point was a view of the ocean and some of the gaily painted buildings at the water’s edge, wind whipping up over the cliffside to ruffle their hair and clothes. Dave got a proper kiss here and then some, starting on his feet before being steadily dipped lower, unafraid of falling thanks to Ambrose’s support and the assistance of magic keeping him from the ground. His heart was in his throat and it was getting harder to think by the time they separated, sweet nothings on their lips.

    They skipped the third attraction, Dave unable to keep walking once Ambrose pressed him against a wall for a cheeky moment. Instead they remained there, Dave with both wrists pinned above his head in the alley, Ambrose at his throat with one fingertip teasing the bare skin of his hip beneath the top of his trousers. They kissed like Heaven would fall if they didn’t, only breaking apart long enough for Dave to beg.

    “Draw me a door,” he panted softly. “Quickly, draw me a door, I can’t handle this anymore.”

    “As you wish,” Ambrose murmured, kissing his temple as he lifted a hand to make the tracing motion around where Dave was pinned. Round topped, the door opened inwards when Ambrose grasped at Dave’s hip again and pushed, the pair staggering into the finely decorated room out of breath and glimmering at the eyes. Ambrose closed the door, removing the connection as he released Dave’s wrists.

    Free to move on his own, Dave stumbled backwards while kicking off his shoes and toeing off his socks, trying to strip himself down as quickly as possible. Ambrose was more methodical about it, watching his lover hurriedly get naked as he leisurely removed his shirt and undid his belt, toeing his own shoes off one at a time. He stopped, half dressed, when his knees hit the bed. Dave had already scooted back a ways on it, knees clenched tightly shut and feet backed up towards his ass to keep himself somewhat modestly covered now that he was being stared at. Slowly however he opened his legs, offering himself up for display.

    “You’re gorgeous like this, you know,” he murmured as he planted a knee and scooted forwards to cover Dave with his body, kissing at his neck once more as he pressed him down into the bedding with his own chest. He could feel the magic coming out of him, the glint of sharp edged, jagged, raw spells freely roaming to lift various things around the room.. and he couldn’t care less. He could afford damages if it came to something impossible to fix, this was too important of a moment to focus on anything but the shining love beneath him.

    “You’ve got too much clothes on,” Dave muttered. “Let me see you too,” he insisted as he reached down with both hands to yank and push at the mage’s trousers. It wasn’t a simple slipping gesture as anticipated, not with something blocking the smooth movement.

    ...Well. At least he wasn’t the only excited one, Dave reasoned.

    “Easy now, give me a moment,” Ambrose mumbled into Dave’s hair, bracing himself on his forearms and arching his lower body to peer down. “There. Try again, I’ll help get everything down,” he promised.

    With the extra space and better angle, Dave was able to grasp the trousers easier and tug them down, taking the underpants with them. He froze for a moment when his lover’s cock sprang free, hanging in full view for the first time, more than half erect and ruddy with blood beneath its nest of dark blonde curls. He swallowed dryly, unable to stop staring. The moment was just so intimate, the gesture so trusting. Ambrose remained arched carefully, allowing Dave to stare all he wished for a moment, before he ever so slowly sank down atop him once more, sandwiching his length between their torsos comfortably. He groaned softly under his breath at the sensation, the warmth of soft skin, and leisurely went back to kissing Dave’s face and throat.

    Two arms snaked up around his shoulders, blunt nails biting at his skin as Dave held on for dear life and shivered. Where to even start? Gods there was so much to explore, to try, even the basics were unfounded. Something gently drifted over the bed, lazily following its own current of magic, which reminded Ambrose that he needed something from their baggage. A lifted hand and a commanding gesture later, a small bottle with a fine cork was righting itself from beneath the clothing and coming towards his hand.

    “Are you alright?” Ambrose asked huskily, giving his hips a gentle rock to press himself against Dave again, smiling when he felt another eager shiver beneath him.

    “Yes, I’m. ….Fuck,” Dave said, grasping for words. “Can I move up a bit? I’m. It’s. ...The angle’s digging into my hip and mine’s bent down,” he tried to explain, shuffling his legs till Ambrose lifted his hips once more and glanced downwards. Standing at attention, Dave was leaking pre-come already and breathing in short pants.

    Pity. Seemed the teasing had been a bit rough for him, the poor thing.

    Shifting to his side with the bottle, Ambrose hummed softly.

    “Mind lifting your knees a bit for me, love? I’d like to make you feel good.”

    “I thought we were gonna-”

    “We will. I want you to be feeling good the entire time,” he chuckled. “This is going to be an only-fun zone, not any portion of this will hurt you if we take our time and do this right.”

    Dave, somehow, hadn’t assumed it was going to hurt at all, but gearing confirmation that it wasn’t going to was comforting all the same. He nodded and did as he was asked, face flushed as he parted his knees and carefully lifted them up. It was a ludicrous position to be in for very long, especially while erect, and he was grateful that the first place his lover touched was his cock with a warm slick hand. Whatever had been in that bottle smelled sweet and was plenty slippery, being applied liberally over his dick from tip to base, with enough leaking downwards to his testicles that it ran between his cheeks in a thin rivulet.

    Ambrose placed a kiss to his belly as he stroked him a few times, getting him used to the touches before introducing his other hand down below, stroking where the rivulet had spread to gather more of the material as he probed a bit further. He didn’t try to go past the tight ring of muscle he found with his fingertips. Instead he gently rubbed a few times, trying to get Dave used to being touched as much as he was trying to relax the muscle to accept him eventually. The stroking really seemed to help, leaving Dave arching in place and turning his head to occasionally gasp.

    “Ffffffuck that feels strange from that angle,” he mumbled. “I half expected you to stay up here by me again,” Dave admitted as he tried to refrain from dancing over the patiently rubbing hand beneath his body. “Or to be in front of you and held.”

    Ambrose slowed his movements curiously, cocking his head. “Would you prefer that?”

    “...Yeah. I think so,” Dave admitted. “It feels weird just laying back like this while you work.”

    Smiling softly, Ambrose removed his hands from what he’d been doing and sat upright, slowly scooting to the headboard to rest his back against the many cushions. “Come to my lap then. Keep your back to my chest and spread your legs again.”

    It didn’t take Dave more than a few seconds to hop  up and change position, straddling Ambrose’s cock for a moment with his thighs before sitting back and shifting his weight to ride less and be more open to intervening hands. The touches this time felt more familiar when he had the warm body behind him and the kisses to his neck, the rhythmic rise and fall of a sparsely furred chest moving him in place as slick hands worked his cock and against his entrance. His toes curled, body twitching harshly before his head fell back.

    “A-ah, fuck, yes, yes, yes… More of that, please,” he crooned, rocking his hips harder when Ambrose applied more of a squeezing pressure to his dick. It was something to rut up into, that slick fist that played over his length like a musician fingering an instrument, and rut he soon was with reckless abandon. After all, nobody had told him no. If anything, Ambrose seemed to be enjoying it, murmuring praise against the back of Dave’s neck as he spread his own legs to force his lover’s thighs further apart.

    A single finger finally pushed past the ring, stroking it wetly from the inside edge now to continue coaxing it to relaxation. Dave grimaced and bit his lip again, toes curling and the rocking of his hips slowing down. Fuck that felt weird. Not bad, just. ...Extremely weird. Like he needed to call it off and use the toilet, even though the urge hadn’t been there before. When he whined softly, the mage crooned against the side of his neck and worked his fist a bit faster to distract him.

    “You’re doing amazing, Dave. You’re gorgeous. So perfect like this.. Just relax for me, okay?” he murmured. “Let me know if anything hurts at all.”

    “Doesn’t hurt,” Dave promised. “Doesn’t hurt.. Just weird is all.”

    “It’ll pass,” Ambrose promised, probing a bit deeper, feeling around for the different texture he needed along the muscle. “It’ll pass very soon,” he added as he finally found what he was looking for.

    Dave arched his back as if he’d been electrified, then turned as much as he could in Ambrose’s lap while staying splayed out, wide eyed with surprise. He mouthed a question, unable to get the words to form as the mage stroked that space again. And again. And again.

    He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, his body spasming every time Ambrose moved his finger. His hips were rocking on their own again, trying to rut up into the slick fist that continued to hold him but now cautiously beginning to push against the reaching finger. Fingers. Two fingers were there now, rubbing at that delightful point deep inside his body that was making him lose his fucking mind. He knew that if fingers felt this good that his dick would no doubt feel even better, if it could actually fit. Intimidation or not though, Dave was hungry for more even as he panted and whined and squirmed on Ambrose’s lap. He could feel and see Ambrose’s length beneath him, waiting, warm and gently throbbing now and then when he made a particularly sweet sound to the air.

    “More,” Dave gasped, legs loosening their tension so he could sink more readily against the reaching fingers, satisfied to find that when he relaxed his husband could move easier. He turned his head to seek a kiss, grateful he could get it instantly on request instead of having to be alone with his sounds and his breaths. A third finger stretched him and he about died, arching again, feeling his balls tighten up in warning as his stomach warmed.

    “A-ah, Ambrose. Ambrose I’m. I’m gonna-”

    “Let it out,” Ambrose crooned beside his ear. “Come for me Dave. Just like before.. I’m here.”

    It didn’t take much coaxing. Between the fist continuing to milk him and three fingers working in and out of his body brushing against that bundle of nerves each time they moved he was a fucking goner. Dave came with a gasp, three spurts of white up towards his own stomach before he turned his upper body again to cling tight around his lover’s neck for a second, needing to kiss him for all he was worth. The three fingers gently slipped loose and let Ambrose’s hand switch to Dave’s hip, his other hand doing the same opposite, turning his husband on his lap so they were face to face in the kiss.

    “Do you want me to hold you during this as well?” he asked. “Or do you want some other way?” If prepping him had felt too exposed, he wasn’t sure which position would be best. Perhaps with his love astride, setting the pace and making his own movements. Instead, Dave kept his arms around Ambrose’s neck and tried to lean backwards, trying to drag him down with him as he leaned back against his cock.

    “I want you atop me,” Dave said breathlessly. “Cover me completely, I need your weight on me.”

    Well. Gentlemen didn’t leave their lovers waiting. If Dave wanted to be engulfed, he’d be engulfed.

    Something brushed against Ambrose’s back, fabric he thought before realizing it was another piece of solid decor come off the wall. Nothing shattered yet, not his problem. More important things to worry about, but now all the more reason to cover Dave with his own body in case something did come crashing down at an inopportune time.

    With his legs still splayed wide, Dave was guided onto his back and loomed over for a moment as Ambrose lined their bodies up, letting his lover relax on the cushion of the bedding for a moment as he glanced him over. Taut nipples and an abdomen still bearing his own mark, cock at half flag but still interested. Ruby red eyes glittered like fire beneath pale bangs, alluring and wild with magic. Ambrose could feel the heat building in his own chest just from watching him, taking in every blessed inch of his lover, his husband, his fated match.

    Fate wasn’t blind or faithless. Fate knew precisely what she was doing making him wait for this moment, and he couldn’t be happier with it.

    When Dave smiled shyly at him and lidded his eyes, reaching up for him as if asking for an embrace, Ambrose sank down to meet him and gently pushed forwards against his entrance. There was resistance despite Dave visibly doing his best to relax, knees splayed wide and breathing shallow, face screwed up in concentration against his lover’s shoulder. He managed to finally breach and sink in an inch or so before pulling back, giving them both a moment before repeating the shallow movement a few times, trying to judge if this was something Dave liked or not.

    From the panting and the red face, it seemed to be a dead ringer for what Dave wanted. He whimpered and tried to angle his hips a bit, wanting to get that pressure over the ridge within him once again as it had with the fingers, willing his lover deeper. It took a few more cautious rocks before Ambrose pressed deeper and finally brushed over it, striking the storm up within him once more. An object clunked against the side of the mage’s head before drifting lazily away, ignored. Better him than Dave.

    “Hold on tight,” Ambrose instructed him, kissing the column of his throat before seizing his lips with his own, swallowing his moans down like a fine wine, bearing the scratches and enthusiastic squeezes with no lack of aplomb. With Dave tangled close and angled just right, Ambrose pressed deeper with the next few gentle thrusts, trying to see just how much of the pressure Dave could handle without being uncomfortable. He wound up halfway before the shuddering gasp made him retreat and focus on that length instead.

    Short, leisurely thrusts at the shallow angle were what he focused on for a while. When his little lover grew more ready, he went deeper, quicker. By the time he heard his own name falling from Dave’s lips like a prayer, felt his cock stabbing him in the stomach from between them, Ambrose had fallen into a speedy rhythm of striking deep enough that he was pressing Dave back into the mattress and practically bouncing back up. Sweat rose on his brow, the strain of working his body apparent, but it was worth the burn. Everything in life had been worth it just for this perfect moment of being connected, this sweet moment where everything was coming undone and being remade over and over before their very eyes.

    They breathed in unison even after lifting up off the mattress and turning in the tangle of blankets that wafted like clouds around the room with the cushions and sheet, the stormy shapes of vases and paintings lurking here and there like sharks in the distance. Neither paid the surroundings any mind, Ambrose holding Dave’s hips tightly and continuing to work his body over with each thrust, Dave clinging tight as a koala and rocking himself hurriedly forward and back to meet each thrust as they moved upwards. This was so much more than earlier, so much more intense, much more than he could handle. There was no way to last, not through this, and oh fuck Dave could already feel his body trying to let loose once more.

    “Ambrose, please, please, please,” Dave jabbered, sounding on the edge of tears, out of breath and unable to think clearly. It was important. This was so important, why couldn’t he think of words anymore? All Dave could think of was colors, flashes of white and silver, red and gold, black blossoming into a neon blue like a slowly shattering glass orb. Abstract sensations and feelings matching with his raw nerves and exhausted body coming alive with firelight. He felt the magic now, knew it was running wild, and didn’t care.

    Dave directed his magic to Ambrose, felt it leave in a hard wave as he came, encircling them both like a serpent before it coiled into the loose end of the mage’s power and exploded. Sparks shone, some catching the sheets in small pinprick holes of fire that faded soon as they started, while others focused on the scratched shoulder blades Dave clung to so tightly, the brightness growing as the sparks condensed.

    Wings.

    Those were wings.

    Dark wings, large and delicate, were on Ambrose’s back for a split second, fully formed and perfect to behold, before Ambrose grit his teeth and forced the image away, redirecting the power to safely make them land back on the mattress in time, not wanting to drop if he lost control. He needed to keep control, needed to focus and not lose himself entirely. Just this once. Just for now.

    “Dave,” he finally cried, driving himself home once more and squeezing him tightly as he followed him over the peak, coming harder than he thought he had in his life. For a split second the wings flashes again, sparks alive, before they faded entirely from view once more under the mage’s proper control.

    Though caught up in the afterglow, Ambrose worked a hand loose to raise up to the side, spreading his fingers and lifting his hand upright before ever so slowly lowering it to the mattress, guiding the floating items down to the ground. They’d sort out the proper locations later. For now, so long as everything wasn’t breaking or free flying any more, that should be more than enough.

    Starry eyed, Dave looked up as Ambrose glanced down, lips parted and breaths ragged. He could still feel him twitching within him, could feel the shake of his thighs between his own parted ones, felt the shake of his arms on either side. This was the most disarmed Ambrose had ever been, according to Dave. Naked as the day he was born, connected at the hips, body pushed to its limits and magic alive in his golden eyes. He was handsome, he was beautiful, he was..

    Exhausted.

    Ambrose bowed his forehead down and gently removed himself from Dave before scooting further down his lover’s body, hugging him around the waist and nuzzling at his narrow chest affectionately once Dave stroked at his head and damp strands of his hair. Dave smiled and huffed a laugh.

    “You okay?”

    “Tired.. Plenty tired.. I’ve waited a long time to be able to do this with the one meant for me,” whispered Ambrose against Dave’s chest, pressing a kiss to the sweat slick skin before resting his cheek over his heart to hear and feel the beating.

    “Well. We’re together. We can do this any time we want now, right?” Dave said softly.

    “All the time,” Ambrose grunted, making Dave laugh.

    “Maybe not all the time yet, I’m. ...Heh, I’m a bit sore I think. Everything feels kind of weird.”

    “Not bad?”

    “No, not bad. No pain. Just weird. Weird and.. Wonderful,” he sighed. “What were those wings..?”

    “..We’ll discuss them soon.. But for now, just know they were a manifestation of a lot of magic. I don’t know what would have happened if that burst wasn’t aimed at me, but it came for me instead of rushing entirely free,” said Ambrose, eyes still closed and head heavy on Dave’s chest. “...Did you like them?”

    “They were lovely,” Dave admitted, though a part of his exhausted mind was remembering another pair of dark wings, sludgy and disturbing and a far cry from the beautiful set he’d witnessed minutes ago.

    “Maybe we’ll see about getting a set for you figured out someday,” he mumbled. “Ah.. let me get the blanket,” he said, lifting a hand up blindly as if feeling around for where it was in the room without looking.

    “I’ve got it,” Dave promised, guiding the mage’s hand the right direction before squeezing his fingers and drawing his hand back, focusing together. The blanket lifted and slithered up the bed like a snake, covering Ambrose’s legs before coming up over his head to cover Dave’s hips and waist as well.

    “Might I interest you in a brief rest, before we clean up? I think I need a moment,” chuckled Ambrose. “What have you done to me, love, it’s like I’ve run a race.”

    “Well. You kind of did, didn’t you?” Dave asked, playing a fingertip along Ambrose’s broad shoulders before trailing it down the line of his pulse, then back up to his cheek. “A rest sounds great though.”

    “I love you, Dave..”

    “I love you too, Ambrose.”

[yehet-me-up]

Disqualified

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Word Count: 5,978

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Rating: PG13 (swearing, vague references to sex, in pun form 😂)

Summary: You’re ‘accidentally’ paired with one of your best friends, Kyungsoo, on your group’s annual Scavenger Hunt. The challenges get more and more insane as the night goes on but the most heart-stopping challenge will be admitting the feelings you’ve had for him for years.

It's going to be a long night, you think to yourself with a sigh, looking around the large grassy area of the park at your circle of friends.

Everyone has paired off for the scavenger hunt except you and Kyungsoo. He scratches his neck awkwardly, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before tilting his head up to the large swath of blue afternoon sky above.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol are paired together like always. Their girlfriends, Ali and Kat, grab their list and start strategizing as they walk to their car. Minseok and his soon-to-be wife stand next to Jongin and Yixing, patiently waiting for Baekhyun to give them the list for the evening.

You usually do these scavenger hunts with Jongdae. Soo's been partnered with Sehun for years. But this year they paired up with each other, grabbed a list from Baekhyun in a flash, and ran off to their car before you could blink.

A knot of fear and excitement forms in your gut as you think about an entire night spent with just Kyungsoo. When you’re in larger groups it’s easy to pretend you haven’t thought about him as more than a friend since… oh, probably the day you met him. But a long night, just the two of you, is going to be exquisitely painful.

Baekhyun holds up the last of his lists and looks over, noticing you and Kyungsoo standing there on opposite sides of the circle with a mischievous smirk. You restrain yourself mightily from rolling your eyes and stare him down instead, silently begging him not to make a scene.

Of course, he ignores you, sauntering over to Kyungsoo. He throws an arm across Soo’s shoulder and points to you.

'My friend, you know, it helps if you actually stand NEXT to your partner,' Baekhyun says loudly and gives him a gentle shove in your direction, handing him the list.

Kyungsoo grabs the paper with more force than necessary and glares at Baekhyun before walking over to you with a nod and a tight smile. In his typical manner, Baekhyun is unphased. He blows you both dramatic kisses before grabbing Chanyeol’s arm and running off to their car, the other teams already in their cars heading out.

Now that you’re alone the awkwardness is amplified, the air thick with tension. It's been like this for weeks, months even. Ever since New Year's Eve, you think.

'Do you want to me to drive?' he asks carefully, giving you a full smile this time. He comes to stand next to you and blows out a deep breath. He’s determined to be calm, even if his heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest.

'Sure, that would be great, thanks,' you answer, moving closer to him so you can read the piece of paper he's holding.

You’ve all been doing this for years now, ever since became friends in college. Baekyun and Chanyeol’s annual School (now replaced by Work)-Is-Boring-Let's-Have-A-Crazy-Night Scavenger Hunt is a tradition. The items on the hunt Freshman year were fairly tame.

Steal a tray from the dining hall without Clarence the night guard catching you.

Climb to the top of the stadium and yell 'penis' as loudly as possible. And get it on video.

Get a photo of one of the girls from Kappa Kappa Alpha kissing you. 

That one was a piece of cake for you and Jongdae; one of the KKA's was in your English lit class and she happily gave you a smooch on the cheek. Baekhyun and Chanyeol were paired together and apparently had to do all sorts of begging and pleading to get one, you remember with a laugh.

Every year since then the tasks have become more over the top and harder to achieve. There was the memorable year Jongdae almost got arrested for running across the intersection of Pike and 5th in only his boxers. The time Baekhyun almost set himself on fire while trying to start a bonfire on the beach near campus. Two years ago Yixing and Jongin almost went to the ER after attempting to eat ten entire bags of marshmallows for the chubby bunny challenge, completely missing that it said ten INDIVIDUAL marshmallows.

Last year Minseok and his girlfriend Jess had dropped out of the hunt, due to the fact that he proposed to her during the challenge to break into the music conservatory downtown and sing on stage. No one minded in the least though, the hunt just morphed into an all-night impromptu engagement party instead.

Every year, Baekhyun and Chanyeol go down to their favorite dive bar, have an insane number of shots, and come up with the list of things to find and do. They normally try to keep it fair and impartial, but this year you know some of the list is directed specifically at you and the man standing next to you.

Given the adorable pouting face he’s making at the list, you know he’s picked up on that as well.

In the years since you've known Kyungsoo there's always been the question of whether you liked each other. An unspoken tension that neither of you have ever acknowledged openly or acted on. Many times you’ve convinced yourself it was just you, pining away for him.

But you’ve caught him looking at you. Across parties, dinner tables, front seats of cars. Caught him looking at you with something inscrutable in his eyes that could be merely warm friendship, or could possibly be something more.

This isn't to say that your group of friends haven’t picked up on the attraction you’ve had to him for the past seven years. At various points they've all asked you about it. Every single one of your group has told you that he’s attracted to you as well.

But he’s never said anything, or tried anything, and you’ve followed suit.

In the many years since you met him, there's only been one time when you thought something genuinely might happen. New Year's Eve, a few months ago, at Baekhyun's apartment.

You were standing out on the balcony, watching the fireworks along the skyline as it ticked closer to midnight. Even though it was far from freezing cold, Kyungsoo had still shrugged out of his jacket and silently put it over your shoulders as he joined you.

Neither of you were in a big talking mood that night, preferring to exist silently together in your observation of the world among the revelry.

It always seemed to be your way together. Quietly discussing the latest books you'd both been reading, tucked away in the corner of bars while your friends played pool. Enjoying music together as you wound your way through roads on the way home, your friends passed out with exhaustion in the backseat. Meeting up for lunch at a cafe equal distance between your two offices.

Neither of you were big on dramatics, though sometimes you wish that one of you was willing to take a big leap for once. If he was interested in you. Which you still were absolutely unsure about.

For years you've been wondering why you didn’t just ask him how he feels, finally ending the long years of back and forth. Sure you'd both dated people here and there over the years, but it seemed that the two of you kept getting thrust together by fate. Randomly being on the same dorm floor in adjacent rooms Sophomore year. Both majoring in sustainable development and having almost all of the same classes.

And now, being Scavenger hunt partners by ‘accident’ with all the other couples paired up. Perhaps the last one has to do more with my friends interference than the vicissitudes of fate, you think wryly.

His hand brushes your shoulder and you come out of your thoughts. 'Shall we tackle the uhh... ‘adult’ challenge first?' he says with a laugh and you could hug him for not making this more awkward than it has to be.

You take another look at the list and smother a laugh as you see that indeed the first item on the list is to acquire 'the most hilarious sex tape title you can find.'

'Sounds good to me,' you reply with a shake of your head, motioning toward the car lot next to the park. You pull out your phone to send a message to Jongdae while you walk.

Y/N 3:17PM: i hate you guys, just so you know Y/N 3:17PM: i know what you did JONGWAEEE 3:17PM: sorry!!! JONGWAEEE 3:17PM: everyone kinda decided that you guys needed some alone time *shrugs* Y/N 3:17PM: ???????? Y/N 3:17PM: SERIOUSLY? JONGWAEEE 3:17PM: sehun wants it known that he had no part in this JONGWAEEE 3:18PM: and yes JONGWAEEE 3:18PM: seriously

You sigh and get in the car. The two of you spend the drive discussing Kyungsoo’s latest project at work, carefully skirting around the fact that you two were obviously put together on purpose. Both of you are more than happy to discuss neutral topics.

A few minutes later you see a notification pop up on your phone and resist the urge to whine out loud.

JONGWAEEE 3:26PM: it’s time Y/N, don’t you think? JONGWAEEE 3:26PM: it’s been 7 years JONGWAEEE 3:26PM: you deserve to know if it can work 🤷🏻

After pulling into the Lover's Oasis parking lot, the nearest 'adult' store you could find, you and Soo get out of the car and look at each other and roll your eyes.

‘I can’t believe they’re still picking things like this,’ he sighs.

‘True. But we’re all the ones that go along with it,’ you reply, shutting your door.

He lets out a laugh that turns into a groan as he takes in the garish pink and white building. ‘Let’s just get this over with.’

The store is filled with couples and the occasional solo person browsing. The woman behind the counter has a shock of fuschia hair and looks up at the bell when you step inside.

'Oooh aren't you two a cute couple?' she says in a strong Midwestern accent. 'What can I help you find?'

You wince at the implication, feeling raw and exposed in such a place. Giving her a friendly smile you turn around to face something, anything, rather than have this woman walk you and your ‘partner’ through their selection.

With a noise of surprise you come face to face with a wall of handcuffs. Well, that’s not helpful, you think dryly.

Kyungsoo saves you, reaching over confidently to grab your hand, as though he’s done it daily for years; the easy intimacy of a couple who doesn’t feel whole without touching in some way. The thought sends a shock of longing through him as he walks, subtly feeling the skin of your palm and committing it to memory. He smiles to himself, thinking that the night will be bearable if it gives him moments like this to break up his undiluted longing for you.

With a small wave to the clerk he leads you back to the videos section. Desperate to get out of here as soon as possible you both scan the titles quickly, giggling to yourselves at their hilarity. The Dark Knight Comes. Raiders of the Lost Vagina. The perennial favorite: Assablanca.

He reaches forward to grab one from the back; he holds it up so you can read: Lawrence of A Labia. You make eye contact and both break into grins as you struggle around your laughter. He takes it up to the counter and pays quickly and you both jump back into your car.

The scavenger hunt is mostly an excuse to let loose and have fun, to take a break from everyday life. But there is actually a grand prize: the winning team gets to decide what movies the group watches for Friday movie night for the entire next year.

Normally Chanyeol and Baekhyun or Kat and Ali, the two most competitive teams, trade off winning. There was a memorable year in which you and Jongdae won when most of the other teams were held up by attempting to get a photo with a giraffe, but a friend of your father's happens to work at the local zoo, so you were able to accomplish that task easily.

Once you’re back in the car you and Soo look at the list. The first was definitely humiliating so you choose a more low-key challenge next: heading down to your group's favorite Denny's and convincing Pearl, the ancient, grandmotherly waitress you all love, to give you an extra serving of ice cream with your oreo sundae. She's always friendly with her customers, but ruthlessly stingy with her ice cream supplies.

Kyungsoo’s phone beeps as he holds the door open for you to go in first.

sagittalius 4:18PM: are you guys making out yet Soo 4:19PM: umm Soo 4:19PM: no, wtf? Katthegreat 4:19PM WHY NOT Soo 4:19PM: you two have met me before Soo 4:19PM: right? Katthegreat 4:19PM: okay fair Soo 4:20PM: did everyone just get together and decide to force me and Y/N to be alone tonight Soo 4:20PM ? sagittalius: yeah basically haha Soo 4:20PM: i’m- Soo 4:20PM: friendship cancelled Katthegreat 4:20PM: rudé sagittalius 4:21PM: its like a bandaid my friend sagittalius 4:21PM: just rip it off Katthegreat 4:21PM: we believe in you Soo 4:21PM: *deep sigh*

The restaurant is fairly empty on this late spring afternoon. It doesn't get crowded often, aside from early mornings and late evenings. Taking a seat at the counter Pearl greets you with her usual gravelly hello and asks what she can get you and Soo. In a masterful move he asks about her grandkids, somehow remembering their names from the times you guys have come in here before.

After ten minutes of hearing about Jackie and Crystal's elementary school progress and oohing appropriately over the photos she has in her wallet, she doesn't even bat an eyelash when he asks for extra scoop of ice cream with a warm smile on his face. You happily snap a photo of him with his victory sundae and each shove a few bites in your mouth before paying and dashing out the door.

Next you decide to choose an easy one. Or at least, you assume that to any other team this would be considered easy, but you know that Baekhyun and Chanyeol intended this one for you and Soo. ‘get your photo taken carrying your partner bridal style over the entrance to the famous Xavier Hotel by the doorman.’

When you point to that task Soo glances down at your legs, tastefully revealed by the red patterned romper you're wearing on this warm day. After a moment he swallows and nods before starting the car, asking you about a seminar you’re both attending in a few weeks to distract himself from wondering how the skin behind your knees will feel.

He parks on the side street and you approach the easily 6'5" doorman, clad in a fancy looking navy uniform. His expression is so stony you hesitate before speaking to him, trying to come up with some believable explanation for what you're about to ask him.

'Excuse me, sir?' you start, trying to catch his attention.

'How can I assist you, ma'am?' he replies in a booming voice.

'Would you mind taking a picture of me and my... husband?' you continue, purposely avoiding Soo's gaze. 'We stayed here on our anniversary last year and wanted to recreate a photo that was lost when our computer crashed,' you ask with a friendly smile.

He raises an eyebrow at you and looks around. The lobby and sidewalk aren't crowded, so he’s not needed for a moment. He thankfully shrugs and says sure. You hand him your phone and finally turn to look at Soo and find him giving you a knowing look, impressed at your quick thinking.

He holds out his arms to you and you step close, smelling his aftershave. You pause for a moment, distracted as always by his presence. But before you can think he bends down and lifts you into his arms so swiftly that you let out a squeal.

You throw your arms around his neck to steady yourself, meeting his intent stare, feeling heat spread through your limbs where his arms hold your knees and back. The moment stretches and you try to think of the last time you were this close to him; close enough to see the flecks of amber in his eyes. New Year’s Eve… you think sadly, yet again.

The guard coughs and breaks the silence. You both turn back to him, putting wide smiles on your faces as you pose for the camera. He holds you as long as he feels he can, the seconds stretching on after the click of the photo. With a sigh he sets you down, smoothing his pants down in an effort to compose himself back into a person who can pretend he doesn’t think about kissing you every second you’re together.

You grab your phone from the guard and confirm the photo is there, giving him a thank you before heading back to the car.

You quickly tag out two more challenges: finding a stranger willing to let you post ‘BYUN BAEKHYUN IS GOD’ on their facebook page, thanks to a friendly 7-11 cashier who ‘really doesn’t post much on there anyways so whatever,’ and grabbing a quarter out of the top of the Smith fountain at the center of campus. Thankfully you’d both packed towels, prepared for anything.

The setting sun casts a warm glow in the car as you lean over to look at the list he's holding while you dry off your legs. His breath catches in his throat at your nearness. Once again he wishes he’d kissed you on New Year’s, or any of the hundreds of times you’ve been close since then.

He considers it for a second while you scan the list; considers just burying his hand in your hair and pulling your lips to his. Considers telling you that you’re his perfect match, the other half that makes him whole. Considers asking if you want to be more than just best friends.

But then you speak and he curses himself for missing yet another moment to act.

‘Shall we do this next?’ you ask tentatively.

He nods and holds open the door so you can get in the car, raising his eyes skyward, cursing Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Have someone take a photo of you and your partner dancing to a busker on the Devon Ave Boardwalk, thanks guys.

In college it was one of the best outings on a weeknight. Buy cheap wine and beers and pre-game before wandering along the boardwalk and dancing while tipsy to whoever happened to be playing. Following the musical procession down the popular promenade as the night went on. He’d danced with you countless times, living for the smile on your face and the feeling of his hand on your waist.

‘Let me just find a good place we can park,’ he says into the open window, pulling up his phone. ‘I haven’t been there in years.’

Soo 5:38PM: i am Soo 5:38PM: so INCREDIBLY pissed off carlosCHANtana 5:39PM: you got to the dancing part didn't you carlosCHANtana 5:39PM: baek says 'sorry not sorry' Soo 5:40PM: i'm going to kill you both carlosCHANtana 5:39PM: or carlosCHANtana 5:39PM: you'll be thanking us carlosCHANtana 5:39PM: 😘

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Y/N 6:14PM: that was such torture :( HYUNstoppable 6:14PM: chanyeol yelled 'I BET HE HELD HER CLOSE AND STARED AT HER LOVINGLY' Y/N 6:14PM: i mean kind of???? Y/N 6:14PM: idk???? Y/N 6:15PM: it still doesn't mean he has any feelings for me beyond friends!!! HYUNstoppable 6:17PM: oh my god HYUNstoppable 6:17PM: will you just tell him you've been in love with him for years HYUNstoppable 6:17PM: its like watching a horror movie and watching the protagonist trip every 2 feet Y/N 6:18PM: 😡😡😡 HYUNstoppable 6:18PM: you know we did this because we love you guys right? Y/N 6:18PM: sigh Y/N 6:18PM: if i look beneath the 52 layers of WTF Y/N 6:19PM: i know you guys did it from a good place HYUNstoppable 6:19PM: good luck buttercup HYUNstoppable 6:20PM: we're all rooting for you 💜

'Do we want to go for the Deschutes Hill one next?' you ask once he’s back in the car. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, still shaken from having his hands on your waist during the dance. You chose an adorable college student who was singing ‘Sweet Caroline’ enthusiastically, if horribly off-key.

'Sounds good to me, we should do that one before it gets too dark,' he replies, his eyes lingering on your hand resting on the center console.

He asks about your sister and her new husband’s honeymoon and you catch up on each other's families on the drive through your old college. There's a large, wooded hill behind South campus and the boys have tasked you all with climbing to the top of the hill and taking a photo with the enormous tree that grows there.

After parking in the visitor lot you and Soo both take large drinks from the water bottle. You swap your flats for the tennis shoes you packed and head out into the growing evening. At the entrance to the Deschutes trail you pass Kat and Ali coming out both looking happy to be out of the thick trees.

'How is it in there?' you call out. 'I haven't been up there in ages, is it still a hot mess getting up the trail?'

'Ho boy, it’s definitely less well maintained than when we were in school,' Kat says, pursing her lips and pulling some leaves from her hair. 'Good luck getting up that last slope, I swear Ali and I both fell a billion times.' She gestures to the dirt smeared on her black leggings with a wry grin.

'Thanks,' you laugh and look down at your nearly bare legs anxiously.

Soo motions his head to the trail and you start walking. Ali and Kat both give you knowing looks as they pass by. In the years that you've all been friends they've heard the entire saga of your feelings for Soo. The missed chances, the 'almost' times, and everything in between.

The early evening is nice and cool as you wind your way along the nature trail, both content to enjoy the setting and the walk. After about ten minutes you come to the final incline and you blanch at how steep it is.

'God, how did we used to do this?' Soo asks in amusement.

'We were young. And often drunk,' you laugh. 'I remember we used to take this at a run? Or was that just Baekhyun when he'd had too many shots?'

'No, I think there's definitely some velocity required to get up there,' Soo says with a sigh, rolling up the sleeves on his shirt. 'Why don't I go first and I can give you a hand at the top?'

You nod and agree, watching as he eyeballs the best footholds on the slope. Steady and sure, that's always his way, you think as he sprints and manages to get up over the final rise successfully. He breathes deeply and beams down at you, clearly invigorated from the challenge.

Much less confidently than him, you take off and manage to get within a few feet of the top before you feel yourself start to slip. Kyungsoo plants his feet and manages to grab both of your arms in his and pull you over the edge. He's stronger than you realize, and you fall on the grass together in a heap, your leg between his and your face buried in his neck as you cling to him.

You feel his hand run along your hair, pausing briefly to cup your head. Lifting yourself up you look down at him and give yourself a shake, pulling back. You already know that the image of him looking up at you, pressed together, will be burned into your mind for a long while. It helps that he seems just as shaken by the moment as you and he quickly eases himself up to standing and holds out a hand.

He pulls out his phone as you walk over to the gnarled, sprawling tree. Generations of students have carved their names into its trunk, a record of loves and would-be loves spanning decades. You lean in together and smile for the camera as he takes a selfie of you both with a clear shot of the tree in the background.

'Did you ever come here with anyone?' he asks softly, looking at the carvings and running his fingers along an indentation.

'You mean did I ever carve my initials in?' you reply incredulously, assuming he knows your sparse dating history like the rest of the group.

'I know pretty much everyone has, at one point. I never had anyone I dated that seriously, but I'll admit I thought about it; the times we'd all come here to drink and celebrate,' he says quietly.

'Me neither,' you admit with a shrug, staring up at the leafy branches.

The unspoken words hang in the air, the thing he’s dancing around and carefully not saying. That if he had carved anyone's name into this tree, he’d want it to be yours. In the silence he thinks back to New Year’s Eve.

The cheers of the people in the living room were getting louder as it gets closer and closer to midnight. With a start he’d realized how close he’d gotten to you, your shoulders nearly touching as your elbows leaned against the railing. When he's this near to you everything else floods from his mind; worries about work, plans with friends for the weekend, endless lists of trivial things that need to be done.

The world seems to shrink to your warm eyes and the way they seem to see all the way down to his soul. He meets your gaze as the time ticks lower, a fire spreading along his veins, a warmth growing low in his body as his mind runs wild with thoughts of finally kissing you. Reaching out his hand to rest on top of yours, he turns to face you.

'THREE! TWO! ONE!' the group inside called in unison.

The cheers rose to a fever point as everyone yelled excitedly, welcoming in the new year with clinks of glasses and kisses between loved ones and friends. But Kyungsoo was still standing, frozen.

He’d stared at your lips for a flash before meeting your eyes, moving his thumb across your hand. But before you’d even had a chance to enjoy the moment he’d turned and walked back inside.

As he disappeared into the crowd you realized that you still had his jacket on your shoulders, but by the time you finally convinced yourself to move, he was gone. The mixture of longing and sadness in his eyes still leaves you confused all these months later.

In the five months since that day things have been fine; achingly, painfully normal. As if the tension of what almost was that night didn't drive him as insane as it did you. As if you don’t want to scream ‘WHAT WAS THAT??’ at him non-stop.

You’ve thought about just asking, but you perpetually sigh and shake your head, never seeming to find the words when face to face with him; preferring to find comfort in his steady friendship instead of pushing for something more. 

The two of you would be amazing together, everyone says so. With how similar your personalities are and how diverse, yet complimentary your interests run. The trust and friendship you’ve built over the years would be the perfect springboard into something… more.

You shake your head, dropping your hand from the tree. Before you can get lost in this familiar train of thought you motion back down and he nods. The two of you carefully get down the slope and start the walk back to the car. Evening is falling fast and it gets harder and harder to see through the thick trees. Kyungsoo pulls out his phone and turns the flashlight on so you can follow the path.

As you walk, you realize the night is almost over. You only have a few challenges left to go. Maybe it’s all the crazy things you’ve done that night or the fact that your friends are right, you are tired of waiting and wondering. At the very least you want an answer for what happened a few months ago.

You can see the entrance to the car park, illuminated by street lamps, just up ahead. It feels desperately important to act now, as if stepping out of the woods and into the real world would rob you of your bravery. With sudden boldness you find his hand in the dim light, turning him to face you.

'Can I ask you a question?' you start, voice surprisingly confident.

'Always,' comes his reply from the darkness to your left. You can see the outline of his smile, the intimate one he always seems to save just for you.

'Why didn't you kiss me?' you ask in a rush, before you can chicken out.

'On New Year's,' you add unnecessarily, feeling the need to fill the space.

You can feel his shock and watch with amusement as his jaw drops. After a beat he finally replies. 'We’re friends Y/N, I’d never do anything to risk losing that,’ he says, his voice low and thick.

‘Oh,’ is all you can reply, dazed. ‘Okay.’

Taking a step back, you drop his hand. Well, at least I know, you think despondently, fighting the ache that feels like it’s burrowing a hole in your heart. Before he can say anything else you turn and start walking as fast as you can back to the car. You reach the door with a shaky breath, tugging on the handle, willing this night to be over as fast as possible.

He runs to catch up with you, gently reaching out a hand to turn your shoulder as he steps next to you. The depth of feeling is evident on your face when you meet his; every line of your face radiating a love and desire that’s a perfect match to his. It takes hardly a thought for him to position you fully in front of him, to cup your face in his hands.

With a quiet laugh he finally realizes suddenly how utterly ridiculous this all is. He’s been yours and you’ve been his since day one. He decides it’s high time to make it official, leaning down, sure and steady, to kiss you full on the lips.

You freeze for a beat and he can almost taste your surprise. Fear mixes with the adrenaline in his blood as he waits in limbo to see if you’ll move and take him up on the offer he’s so clearly made; an offer to give this a real go. Or if he’s just ruined the best friendship he’s ever had.

But gratefully, after a second, you begin to move against him. Your hands coming to hold his hips as you step closer, sighing at finally getting to know what it’s like to experience all of him.

Eventually you pull back slightly, looking instantly down, a blush coming to your cheeks at the realization of what just occurred. But his hand on your chin guides your eyes back up to meet his.

'I'm sorry,' he says on an exhale. 'I just... wanted to finally know.'

Your face breaks into a warm grin. 'I'm so glad you did. I've had feelings for you for years, but I didn't want to pressure you or ruin what we have.'

He nods, feeling his whole body light up. 'I can't believe it took us so long to finally give this a shot, we really are a perfect match,' he laughs, leaning down to kiss you again.

When you finally break apart a considerable time later it's fully dark. He seems to be unwilling to let go of you, only allowing you a few inches of space left for you to pull out the list. Neither of you care much about the hunt anymore, but you take a look just for fun. He scans the few items left and grins when he gets to the last one.

'How about we skip to this one instead?' he offers.

'Sounds perfect to me,' you reply. You're more than willing to drop out of the race and go straight to 'have a champagne toast at the Aldrich Club.'

Y/N 9:17PM sorry guys, we're bailing on the scavenger hunt HYUNstoppable 9:17PM what happened?? are you okay?? carlosCHANtana 9:17PM crap carlosCHANtana 9:17PM did we mess up putting you two together? *Y/N invited Soo into SASS AVENGERS CHAT* Y/N sent a photo at 9:18PM Soo 9:17PM does this answer your question? HYUNstoppable 9:18PM NO WAY HYUNstoppable 9:18PM DID YOU GUYS FINALLY GET TOGETHER??? HYUNstoppable 9:18PM god i can't wait for everyone to see this HYUNstoppable 9:18PM they’re gonna die *HYUNstoppable invited sagittalius, Katthegreat, JONGWAEEE, Hunnie, sLAY, NiNi, Minmin, JaYES into SASS AVENGERS CHAT* carlosCHANtana 9:18PM ABOUT 👏🏻 DAMN 👏🏻 TIME 👏🏻 *carlosCHANtana has set photo as announcement* sLAY 9:18PM no way! sLAY 9:18PM i thought i’d be in my grave before i saw soo and Y/N kissing Y/N 9:18PM yeah we kind of figured it out 😂 Minmin 9:18PM: congratulations for finally getting your shit together you two lmao NiNi 9:18PM: FINALLY NiNi 9:18PM: ayyyyy NiNi 9:18PM: congrats you crazy kids JaYES 9:18PM: AHHHHHHH 💕💕💕💕💕 carlosCHANtana 9:18PM i'm so happy for you guys carlosCHANtana 9:18PM i guess i have to do the dishes for a month now though ughhhhhhh 😖 Soo 9:19PM kat bet you that we'd get together, didn't she? Y/N 9:19PM i can’t believe you bet against us i’m so offended carlosCHANtana 9:19PM ..... i mean carlosCHANtana 9:19PM maybe carlosCHANtana 9:19PM IT WAS ONLY BY THE END OF THE YEAR carlosCHANtana 9:19PM we all knew you guys would get together eventually lmao it was just a question of when Y/N 9:19PM good its what you deserve for betting against us lmao HYUNstoppable 9:19PM hahahahhaa sagittalius 9:19PM sorry there was ZERO service sagittalius 9:19PM OH MY GOD YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE Katthegreat 9:19PM CALLED ITTTTTTTTT JONGWAEEE 9:2PM we emerge from the basement of the library, that was exciting JONGWAEEE 9:20PM /NOT/ JONGWAEEE 9:20PM HOLY SH- NO WAY JONGWAEEE 9:20PM i haven't seen Soo blush since 2014 this is incredible Hunnie 9:20PM legit been waiting for this since 2011 Hunnie 9:20PM what am i going to do for entertainment now that Y/N and Soo finally got together?? Soo 9:20PM 😑😑😑 Soo 9:21PM okay we're going to go now Y/N 9:21PM sorry for abandoning the scavenger hunt guys 🙏🏻 Y/N 9:21PM i think we won though 😘 HYUNstoppable 9:21PM GROSS HYUNstoppable 9:21PM I LOVE IT HYUNstoppable 9:22PM you're still disqualified from the scavenger hunt for dropping out but i don't think either of you mind lmfao Soo 9:22PM if you'll excuse me i have a gorgeous woman to kiss now *Soo has left the chat* carlosCHANtana 9:22PM AYYYYYY 🙌🏻 Hunnie 9:22PM 🎉🎉🎉 sagittalius 9:22PM EXCELLENT sagittalius 9:22PM we still have several teams to decimate in this hunt Katthegreat 9:22PM btw Katthegreat 9:22PM we're on the last item on our list 🤘🏻 Katthegreat 9:22PM you snooze you lose, suckers Hunnie 9:23PM: WHAT Hunnie 9:23PM: oh my god Hunnie 9:23PM: we’re going to have to watch movies with subtitles again for the next year Katthegreat 9:23PM: hehehe NiNi 9:23PM: nooooooo JONGWAEEE 9:23PM: COME ON SEHUN WE GOT THIS HYUNstoppable 9:23PM OH SH- HYUNstoppable 9:24PM CHANYEOL WE GOTTA GO

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Late Night Cuddles

Min Yoongi - One shot 

Your boyfriend Yoongi had been working extra hard this comeback, he was so busy doing for much for the album but also for the upcoming tour. Despite being extremely exhausted almost every single night or the last few weeks he always had a little bit of energy saved just for you. 

Tonight was his first day off after working hard for the last five days straight. You decided to make his day the most relaxing ever letting him sleep in for as long as he wanted to and having food waiting for him when he finally woke up. Him being him didn’t want to leave the bed for anything so he cutely asks you to join him for the rest of the day. Snuggled up together watching random netflix movies you felt so warm and comfortable. He ended up falling asleep once again as he engulfed you in sweet cuddles, and he kept mumbling your name in his sleep. 

You take a look at the clock and it was almost 8:30pm, it’d be a good idea to go make some dinner so you can both eat. You try to untangle yourself from him but he groans and pulls you in tighter. Once again you attempt to wiggle out of him but this time he opens his eyes and looks down on you. 

“Jagi, stop trying to leave me. I need this. I need you or else I’m not going to have a good nap,” he whines. 

“Yoongi stop being dramatic,” you giggle, “I was going to go make us dinner so we can eat. I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Oh. In that case, I’ll go help you baby. I don’t want you doing so much for me” 

“No no. It’s one of your days off and you’re exhausted so you stay here!”

“I’m fine really. You let me sleep in, which I’m thankful for and I just took a sweet nap. I can help.” 

Without much discussion you move into the kitchen and began to prep your meal. Not really talking much you and him just enjoyed being around each other without needing to speak a word as you cooked. As dinner was ready, you both sat down and ate. 

“This is delicious, we did good.” he says taking a big bite out of his food. 

“We did,” you say stuffing your own mouth with food. 

The night seemed so calm and filled with chill vibes not much really going on. Days like this were rare, so having him there with you felt special; even if you didn’t actually do anything. The love you felt from him was enough to keep you smiling and your heart happy, and knowing he felt the same way you did. 

You both began to clean up the kitchen and the dining room so you could return to your bed and enjoy more movies and fall asleep once again. Turning off the last in your place you both held hands and walked down to your shared room. You both change into your regular pajamas and jump into the bed ready to cuddle the night away. 

“These nights are my favorite,” he looks at you, “I love you so much.” 

“And I love you so much.” 

Turning on your side, Yoongi comes up right behind you spooning you with his love and pulling you in as close as possible. You enjoy the movie playing and watch scenes unfold, the movie turns out much more dirty than you expected. Not really paying much mind to the graphic scenes you felt Yoongi’s hands begin to wander all over you. 

It was sweet and gentle, at first and he would kiss your shoulder. He slowly started to kiss up your shoulder onto your neck. His kisses were sweet and warm, they just spread a huge smile on your face. His hand moves from your stomach up to your chest, still with a gentle touch. You turn your body slightly to allow easier access and he just giggles to himself. His hand comes under your thin top and begins to massage your chest. 

Biting your lip you lean your head back into him. You weren’t usually this sensitive but the both of you hadn’t had the chance to do much since he got so busy. You missed his touch, his kisses, his sweetness, the way he could so easily make you melt. Knowing his power he began to pinch your nipples switching from one to the other. He pulled away from spooning you letting you to fully lay flat on your back on your bed. 

You sit up slightly only to take off your top and toss it to the side of the bed and you look at him with an innocent smile. All he can do is think of all the ways he’s going to really please you tonight; give you all his love and affection. He leans down and kisses your bare stomach softly. He begins to slowly make his way up to your chest, but making the kisses a little sloppier as he reaches one of your nipples.

Before beginning he takes a look at you and see your eyes are shut waiting for his warm mouth to be on you. He teases you at first and licks your nipple slightly, tracing your skin first and then flicking the nipple. Finally he begins to suck on them, which in turns drives you wild. He swirls his tongue as he sucks hard on each nipple earning a soft whimper to leave your lips. 

“Mmph Yoongi... do more.. baby please,” you beg him. 

“Anything for my babygirl.”

His hand slides down to the hem of your pajama shorts and stops. He slightly pulls away and focus all his attention on the warmness radiating from your center. Again with his teasing he drags his fingers down your covered slit pushing slightly harder where your clit lay. You whimper once again at this sudden motion. You feel your panties get a little wetter at his every action, the feeling inside the pit of your stomach grew. You wanted more, you wanted him to play with you so badly. 

He knew it too. He could see it in your eyes, he felt it on his fingers as he kept teasing you, he could hear it from every whimper that escaped your mouth. He wanted to admire you though, save this special moment in his mind so he could always remember how you melted for him. He finally started to pull down your shorts and underwear, leaving you completely naked on the bed. 

His began another trace of kisses along your legs, spreading them apart to reveal your beautiful flower. Before even reaching your center, he began to suck on the skin on your thighs and leave little hickies. At your center he gave you a long slow lick down your slit. His tongue really had a way to work you up no matter what he did. 

“So wet, and just for me,” he moaned. 

Wasting no time he went to work, moving his tongue in every way possible, sucking on your clit. 

“Oh fuck. Yoongi. Don’t stop baby!” you began to scream as he went faster. 

His hand come up and played a little with your clit rubbing it in circles and then going down to your entrance. He only entered one, knowing you were always tighter at the beginning so he allowed you to get used to the feeling. 

“Always so perfectly tight.” 

You could feel your high rising up and your legs began to close a little more as he worked his magic. 

“Mmph. I’m so close baby keep going... oh” 

He felt your high building up and building up, as soon as he knew you would cum he stopped. 

“Yoongi, no keep going I was so close.” 

“You’re going to have to wait a little baby, okay? I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.” He leans to kiss you. 

“Fine then... let me help you out a little.” 

He takes off his shirt and pulls his pants down to reveal his already hard member. You switch positions, you sit up and get ready to make him feel better. You pump his dick slowly to get some friction going before you play with him. You run your thumb over the tip and he softly shutters under you. He was always overly sensitive, and you knew exactly what could drive him wild. 

You head reaches down and you swirl your tongue on the tip, then your tongue traces down his shaft and up again. He always says he loves the innocent look you give him as your about to give him a blowjob, and tonight you wouldn’t stop there. You wanted to watch him melt just as you melt under him. He props himself up on his elbows to watch you.

You lips wrap around him and you suck gently at first and start to move your head up and down. Keeping your eyes on him, you see his eyes roll back and his head lean back, he wasn’t much of a moaner so his silent grunts was all that was heard.

“Baby girl you’re always so good, you’re too good, fuck,” he moans, “oh and the way you’re looking at me right now, fuck, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last long with you like that.” 

You start to suck harder, and moving your head at a much faster pace; whatever didn’t fit was being stimulated by your hand. He was crumbling so quickly against your touch and you loved it. He seemed so close to cumming and you were ready to accept his load in your mouth but he asked you to stop. 

“Ride me” 

No questions asked you get up on top of him and align your entrance with his dick. You sunk down slowly adjusting to his size, and moving slightly. Once you were ready, you start to move up and down and his eyes roll back once again. He brings his up to meet you as you begin to pick up pace not wanting to slow down anytime soon. No words were exchanged other than a few “oh fucks” and whimpers slipping from both of your mouths. 

His arms come around your and pull you down, your faces now so close. You close the gap to kiss him, moaning against his lips as he takes the lead. His pace quickens and you can feel that euphoric feeling come again to the pit of your stomach. His hands go down on your ass and start to squeeze and slap them as you bounce on top of him. 

“Oh.. right, there. Ooh” 

“You love when you ride me don’t you?” he starts to tease, “You love having me under you wanting you to take full control,”  

His words caused your entire being to just fall apart; your release came in waves. Hitting you so hard your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you felt yourself softly land on Yoongi’s chest. He followed right after, releasing everything in you filling you with his warm cum. 

“Our quiet days are always the most fun,” he kisses your forehead. 

He helps you off of him and instructs you to stay in bed while he goes to get a warm towel to clean you up. Coming back he stands over you gently padding around everywhere he made a mess on you; a sweet smile spread on your face. Boy did you love this man with your whole heart. 

“Even when you’re extremely exhausted you always find a burst of energy to have a little fun, don’t you Yoongi.” 

“If it means making you feel amazing, of course princess. Tonight I wanted it to be sweet so you could always remember how much I care about you.” 

Laying back down he wraps you in his arms and brings the bed sheets up to the both of you. In that moment you never felt so loved. Closing your eyes you fell into a deep slumber.

a/n: i made it sweet and making love with yoongi bc when you said fluffy smut i imagined him being so sweet to you. :( ugh hes such a babyboiii i love him but i hope you enjoy anon. 

bmh update at 8pm tonight :)

requests open!

[ksmutty]

Break It In(Sungjin/Reader)

Author: Admin Sunflower

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Insane amounts of cuteness, fingering, public sex ?

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N : This is a collab I wrote with @/hoodiejaebum for someone I used to know.

Summary: “So can I please get a Sungjin smut where you buy him a new car for his birthday and he drives you to this old pier where it’s just the two of you and you sit on the end eating food you made for him, you lay on his bonnet to watch the sunset and then get in the car about to go home, but first he like sweet grabs your hand to kiss it and he’s whispering he loves you and leans forward to kiss you softly, but then it turns into some nice passionate car sex :) thanks”

You smiled to yourself, pride bubbling from every pore in your body, as you handed $800 cash to your neighbor. “Thank you so much, Mr. Tao. Seriously. Sungjin is going to be so excited to have a car again.”

He counted the cash with a smirk. “You guys have always been great neighbors to me. It’s an honor to help out a couple of lovebirds. My wife and I weren’t always this old, you know.”

You beamed, shook his hand politely, and he handed over the keys and a freshly signed title to cherry-red 1995 Ford Mustang. Sungjin had been in a funk since his car accident and saving every penny he had since to get a new vehicle. Little did he know, you had done the same and you knew the Mustang would suit him perfectly. He was always making little comments about how much he loved Mr. Tao’s car, and you were tickled when he didn’t hesitate to sell it to you.

“Do you think I could leave it over here? Just until later when he gets home. He has no idea–”

“No problem!” He interrupted with a genuine smile. “I would love to see his reaction.”

The table was set and waiting for Sungjin to walk through the door. Truth be told, you were a terrible cook, so you had spent the last 3 hours buying a mixture of his favorite foods from restaurants around town and set the table with Hershey’s Kisses and birthday confetti scattered around the entrees. You even had enough time to go find a perfect sized black box to set the keys to his new car in and scribbled I love you across the top in silver sharpie.

The moment he walked through the door you squealed and made a beeline for the living room. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, and you felt him smile as you greeted him with a long kiss.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you cooed. “Come here! I got everything set and waiting!”

You gave him no time to respond or even take off his shoes and jacket before dragging him back toward the dining room. He chuckled and let you pull him along.

“I got everything you love!” You gestured towards the table dramatically, still entirely smitten.

“Everything I love is holding my hand right now,” he teased. “It’s perfect babe. Really, you didn’t have to do all this.”

“There’s something else!” You practically skipped closer to the table to grab the small box and pushed it into his hands. “Open it!”

He shook his head, completely surprised. “You know you didn’t hav-”

You kissed him before he could finish. “Just open it. Please?”

You danced anxiously on your toes as he pulled the keys from the box and dangled them in front of both of you curiously.

“Uhm,” he chuckled nervously. “What is this, babe?”

“Come here! Come on!”

Before he could interrupt, you were dragging him back out the front door and across the way to Mr. Tao’s house. He must’ve been keeping watch, because the moment you stepped in his driveway, he and his wife walked out the front door and waved. You smiled brightly at them and Sungjin stopped a moment to bow his head to the both of them.

“Come onnnn,” you urged. “You’re so slow.”

You pulled him towards the Mustang and threw your hands up dramatically.

“Ta-da!!”

“Babe. What? I–” he fumbled over his words.

You softened, “I bought it for you. I know how much you love this car, and Mr. Tao gave me a more-than-generous price for it. Do you like it?”

He paused, completely awestruck. “Baby, you’re serious?? I- I don’t even know what to say! I love it. I love you.”

You faintly heard the Tao’s clapping through your heart pounding in your ears as Sungjin pulled you in tightly and gave you a firm kiss. He walked in circles around the car in disbelief, almost as if he touched it, it would disappear.

Finally he looked at you with big doe eyes. “Can we pack the food up and go somewhere? I know the perfect spot.”

Sungjin’s hand never left your thigh as you two drove for just over an hour. The drive was quiet, but comfortably so. You watched out the window as houses seemed to become less and less prominent, until there was almost nothing in sight besides an old lighthouse and an old run-down pier. Sungjin gave your thigh a firm squeeze and you finally looked toward him. The sun was setting just behind him and every inch of his skin was catching fire in the glow of dusk. You leaned over to kiss him on the cheek before slipping your hand into his.

“It’s beautiful here. How come we’ve never been?”

“I don’t know…” he admitted shyly. “It never seemed like the right time I guess.”

You grinned and admired the scene as he parked the car. The sunset was reflecting on the still water, almost in a perfect mirror to the sky. By far it was one of the most beautiful places you had ever been, even in its sincere simplicity.

“I can’t believe you bought me a car.” Sungjin shook his head as he opened your door.

“Do you like it?” You asked as you took his hand. “Like, really like it?”

He kissed your forehead and looked directly into your eyes. “Baby, I love it.”

You sat on the hood of the Mustang with your head against his shoulder as the two of you caught the end of the sunset and ate the variation of takeout you brought along. The wind had a cold nip to it, but you didn’t mind. Instead, you snuggled closer to his side and he kissed your temple.

“I love you,” you whispered.

Sungjin didn’t reply. Instead, he slid off the roof of the car and nuzzled himself between your legs, pulling at your shirt to bring you closer. You giggled, but it was short lived as his lips captured yours in a kiss filled with hunger. He still tasted like his last piece of kimbap, but you were too captivated by the way his tongue was melding into yours to notice.

“Should we–”

You tried to breathe, but his hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you impossibly close, unwilling to part from your lips. You steadied your hands against his chest and pushed him back slightly with a sheepish grin.

“Should we be doing this? Right out in the open, I mean?”

“Why, babe?” He smirked. “Afraid of getting caught?”

You glared at him, this time giving him a playful shove and scooting off the hood of the car. “I think it’d just be warmer in the front seat.”

He chuckled while you pulled him to the passenger side, opened the door, and pushed him back into the seat. Slipping your hands under his shirt, you straddled him snugly and gasped as you already felt his cock constricting against his jeans. You ground down in his lap and he let out a low grunt. It was his turn to slip his hand under your blouse and you shivered as his cold fingertips met your skin. Your nails dug lightly into the skin of his abdomen as he made his way underneath your bra, running the pads of his thumbs against your nipples. Your back arched into his touch and your pressed yourself roughly into his lap again.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

You smirked, and helped him pull your shirt over your head and undo your bra– laughing as you draped it over the rearview mirror. He leaned in, desperately taking your breast into his mouth as you pulled harshly at his hair, his right hand squeezing at the other while his left slipped inside the band of your leggings.

He stopped abruptly. “No panties?”

You shook your head and sighed into the sensation of his finger rubbing circles against your clit. The contrast of his rough hands against your soft skin was enough to force a breathy moan from your throat, your hips bucking into his hand. “Jesus, babe,” you breathed as he danced his fingers along your entrance.

Sungjin looked up at you from between your breasts, his pupils blown out and his gaze sultry. You gasped as he filled you with his index finger, and he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, issuing a grunt from Sungjin. He was enjoying this, the way he had full control of your body. He smirked at the way your lips parted, and you gasped as he added another finger to the mix, your hips now rolling into his hand.

Sungjin let a breath hiss from between his teeth, his fingers stilling just as quickly as they’d begun pumping.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “I wanna feel myself inside you.”

You smirked and pulled away long enough for him to undo his pants, helping him pull them around his thighs. He pulled you out of your leggings and pressed your hips against his, grinding you down on him, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the both of you as your clit ground into his cock. “I need you so bad,” he breathed, kissing your neck. You nodded, lifted your hips just enough that he could guide his cock into your entrance. He grabbed a condom from the center console (good thinking, past you), opened it with his teeth, discarding the wrapper somewhere on the floor of the car, and rolled it down onto himself. He squeezed the reservoir at the tip, then pulled you down on him.

You smiled down at him as he threw his head back into the seat at the contact, a moan slipping from his perfect mouth within seconds. His hands slid from your thighs to your knees, half-squeezing their way to your hips as you adjusted to his girth. Sungjin’s rough hands wrapped around your hips–holding them so tightly that you knew he’d leave bruises, unwilling to let anything part you from him– and began rolling them slowly into his own.

He started slow. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust. He pulled you harder against him, your fingertips moving from his shoulders to cup his jaw in your hands. Your mouth melded with his, fighting fire with fire for dominance over the kiss as he thrusted into you with everything he had.

Your lips came away raw and you were gasping, your walls starting to tremble. Sungjin knew that look, and he braced you with one hand on your hip, the other dancing its way to your clit. He rubbed gentle circles with his rough finger, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Mmm, let me feel you cum baby,” he whispered, his mouth inches from yours. He pressed his finger harder into your clit, rubbing faster and faster with each stroke until finally, blissfully, you were tossed over the edge of orgasm. Your walls collapsed deliciously around his cock and you swore, gasping and sweating and calling out his name like he was the one who created you.

“Fuck, Sungjin– oh God, Sungjin, fuck me!” you ground out, his mouth on yours, drowning out any other sound you made.

“I just wanted to taste my name on your lips,” he breathed, his lips trailing over your neck as he pumped into you faster, his thrusts becoming sloppier and shorter as he neared his climax.

Sungjin was on the verge of coming, and you clenched your muscles around him, causing his eyes to widen as he pumped into you faster still. You grinned, your eyes fluttering closed with the intensity of the way his cock slammed into you over and over.

“Cum for me,” you breathed, your mouth crashing with his. He filled the condom between you with his seed, swearing and pulling your sweating body against his, his mouth falling from yours as he did so. You loved watching him come undone– it was your favorite thing, actually, and he never disappointed. He looked like an angel underneath you, sweating and panting.

You rested your forehead against his, your mouth connecting sweetly with his one last time before you slid off his lap and into the seat next to him.

“I guess we’ve broken it in now,” he said, smiling as he put his pants back on and threw the soiled condom into the wastebasket you’d cleverly thought to put in the backseat. You smiled at him and pulled your leggings back on in your own seat. “I’ll say,” you giggled.

He started the car, his hand connecting with your thigh.

“Thank you again, baby. I love it. Almost as much as I love you,” Sungjin smiled sweetly.