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luciferism · 1 year ago

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Zhongli x GN! Reader

summary: You and Zhongli have finally met after a few months of business correspondence and something unexpected, on your perspective, happened aside from your productive meeting: a relationship that far goes above and beyond mere business partners.

tags: 18+, smut, eventual smut, office desk/couch sex, one shot, explicit (not too much unlike my other smuts), modern Teyvat AU, Zhongli is rich lol, business people (CEOs), video taking during sex, lovestruck Zhongli

word count: 7.1K words

A/N: I'm including Genshin Impact characters now ;) Especially my all time favorite - Zhongli ♡ I mean, if I love Lucifer then it's no wonder why I love Zhongli.

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The two of you shook hands, you were glancing up at the clock on the wall and the windows where the sun would soon be setting. You and Zhongli remained in the room, each of you knowing the meeting had come to an end, and the two of you looking at each other as if you were expecting something more.

"That concludes everything, does it not?" Zhongli said, a faint smile curling at his lips, as though there was indeed something else that he wanted to discuss, yet he did not want to be too forward.

You study the documentations on the table with a serious expression plastered on your face. You look up at Zhongli from your seat, a soft smile adorns your face to mask the slowly picking up of your heartbeat’s pace.

"Well, we already tackled all of the most important matters down to the smallest details of this business contract. I think that is all. Unless, you wish to discuss other matters?"

You confidently stand in front of Zhongli. You're quite curious about the man's response to your question, for you do not have an inkling of what might it be that needs further discussion.

You could see that this was the part that Zhongli had been preparing for, for his gaze was filled with a quiet intensity, and his body language was that of a man with confidence.

"I have something... somewhat strange to ask you." Zhongli said, his expression shifting from focused intensity to a soft smile. He wanted to approach the topic with some degree of care.

"It is not something that I make a habit of asking people outside of my trusted circle, yet I feel confident that you would not think poorly of me for asking it.”

A raised brow is all you could do as a response to Zhongli's words. Your mind is running miles, contemplating on the possible things that Zhongli would say.

"That depends on what you are about to say, Zhongli. Regardless, I will have an open mind. What is it?” Your curious frown is still present as you nod, signaling this unequivocally attractive man in front of you to continue. As soon as your question ended, he stated;

"I would like to take you on a date." Zhongli said in a candid tone.

Zhongli was not expecting his words to carry the weight they did, but he felt a little flutter as he made his intentions known. As your interaction had gone on, he had become more attracted to you than he had intended, and he felt the need to make it known.

Zhongli was willing to accept whatever answer you gave him, for he knew that this was not the kind of thing that everyone would jump to say yes to.

The look of curious expression on your face contorts into a shocked one, then, as if immediately, the corner of your lips curve upwards in a sly grin. Your heart beats rapidly inside your chest and you hold yourself from jumping in joy.

"You wish to take me out. On a date?" Your gaze fixed on the table as you muse briefly. "I don't see any reason to refuse. So, yes.”

Zhongli felt quite pleased with your answer. As much as he was attempting to remain professional and maintain his composed dignity, he felt himself growing more and more excited at the situation.

As your mutual attraction was made clear, Zhongli shifted his body to approach your side of the table with a small stride.

"Good." Zhongli said, his voice just slightly above a whisper as he leaned toward you. As his eyes remained downcast, Zhongli lifted up both of his hands from the table, his fingers forming a diamond shape to frame your face.

His eyes remained fixed on your face, and he felt a flush of anticipation wash over him as he leaned in towards you, both of your faces now only inches apart.

You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you could see Zhongli’s eyes studying your expression. The room, the documents, the meeting... It all faded away as Zhongli focused on you, his breath wafting softly over your face as you both leaned closer together.

"I would like to kiss you." Zhongli whispered, his own breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Y-yes." You could die from the embarrassment and from the whirling emotions you feel at the moment. You did not pull nor look away from Zhongli, however. In fact, you like the sensation of Zhongli’s rough, warm palms on your cheeks and the man’s minty breath on your skin.

As Zhongli heard your reply, he leaned in closer to you, his warm and soft lips gently touching yours. The two of you shared a tender kiss, and you both found yourselves savoring every moment.

The kiss lasted only a moment, and Zhongli pulled away, smiling at you before leaning back to the other side of the table. He could see your face was slightly red in hue, and Zhongli himself was blushing, though he was able to maintain his calm demeanor.

Shaky breaths, tinted cheeks, and fast beating of your heart. You could only smile with a bashful expression on your face. You look at Zhongli’s equally flushed face and clears your throat.

"It felt nice..." Your voice trails off, the sensation of Zhongli’s soft and moist lips still very much lingers on your own. Your usually reserved demeanor is replaced by that individual who had just had their first kiss from their first love.

Zhongli saw the effect his kiss had had on you, and he could not help but feel pleased with himself.

With a quiet confidence, Zhongli looked at you with admiration, nodding slightly as he watched you gather yourself after the impromptu kiss. When you spoke, Zhongli knew there was something you did not say, but he was hesitant to address the subject first. You could see the intrigue in his eyes, as if the man was studying your reactions to your moment of intimacy.

He could see you glancing down at the table, and then back up at him with a soft smile on your lips. With a look at those lips, Zhongli felt his own breath catch in his throat, and he felt a strong desire to kiss them once more.

"Is there something you wish to discuss?" Zhongli asked softly.

Now that he's overcome your inner turmoil, your lips curl into another faint smile. The kiss left you giddy, sure, but you have to know where and when this 'date' will be so you can prepare and open up a schedule for such an event.

"Would you mind telling me when our 'date' will be?”

Zhongli chuckled softly as he looked at you, his own smile widening as he saw the excitement in your facial expression.

"I do not mind at all." Zhongli said, and the words felt natural to him.

As he leaned slightly back over the table, Zhongli pulled out his phone and opened his calendar. He spent a moment, tapping in the time and location that he had in mind, before handing the phone to you.

"Here. Is this good enough?" Zhongli asked.

With a subtle motion of your body, you lean into the table to see the time and place that Zhongli had chosen for your date. Up in the hills at the edge of the Liyue city, an exquisite restaurant, tomorrow at 6:00PM. You mused once more and then your decision was made.

"Yes, wonderful. I don't have any upcoming engagements tomorrow in the evening so this arrangement is perfect." You smile, leaning back to the comfort of your seat.

"Good." Zhongli replied, looking up from the calendar on his phone.

Zhongli could still feel a flutter of excitement in his chest as he watched you lean back, and he was already looking forward to your meal at the restaurant. He felt that there could be something of great potential between him and you, and he felt that it would be a waste if things had not progressed as far as you did.

"I have... something else I would like to discuss with you." Zhongli’s voice was soft, and his eyes studied you carefully for your reaction.

The unexpected turn of events has slightly left you immuned for what is to come. Now that you both have your impromptu kiss and agreed to go on a date, you are more than willing to listen to what Zhongli has to say.

"Yes, please. Since the business part is over, what is it?" You ask, crossing your legs under the table. You look into the eyes of this handsome man and you cannot help your stomach from flipping in a pleasant manner.

"Well, it concerns... us..." Zhongli said, his voice growing a little quieter than it had been before. He felt quite a bit of nervousness as he leaned over the table again toward you, trying to find good words to use as he considered his own actions.

"If you have not yet caught wind of it, my intention towards you may be... much more than... mere friendship." Zhongli felt his heart racing as he waited for your response.

Your heart could not beat any faster. The slight pain on the tip of your tongue is your only anchor to keep yourself composed and grounded. This is your first time officially meeting in person since you only made contact through formal letters and business communication.

"Are you... are you saying you would like us to become entangled in a romantic relationship? Significant other?" You have not answered yet, your curious and dubious nature restrains you from doing so. Is the Mr. Zhongli serious about you?

"Yes." Zhongli said. His voice was soft, calm, and serious, and his eyes held that same level of calm certainty that he had throughout their entire interaction.

"I would like... us to become entangled in a romantic relationship... If you are willing, that is."

Zhongli felt a smile grow at the corner of his mouth, his face flushing with excitement as he saw the hesitation on your face and the faint blush on your cheeks. He imagined that you did not expect someone like him to be asking this question.

"Before I answer, can I ask something?" You cannot help yourself now. This sudden proposal to become romantically involved with Zhongli is the least, no, none of what you have expected from this business union; not that it is unwelcomed, but rather, it is unexpected yet pleasant.

"This is our first time meeting in person, as you have known, and we've only had formal conversations through business letters and emails. What is it that you like about me? When?"

Questions were fired in succession. There is a subtle hint of eagerness in your tone and you want to hear Zhongli’s response.

Zhongli was not expecting your string of questions, but he could easily understand the reason behind them. He gave you a small and endearing smile, and leaned in more with his arms propping him up on the table.

"Well, I suppose I will speak as I have throughout the past few months of correspondence. You are clever, you are intuitive and you are well educated. As someone of power and position, I often find myself surrounded by fools and sycophants." Zhongli’s voice was gentle, and his eyes studied your face.

An eyebrow rose ever so slightly when you heard Zhongli’s words. The thought of being appreciated beyond your appearance is something you would like to have from your partner. A faint grin curls in your lips as you remain leaning back against the chair.

"Thank you, it is such a pleasure to hear your honest thoughts about me. When did you become certain of your... er.. feelings?" You tilt your head to the side, still trying to appraise Zhongli’s intention and his commitment towards you.

"I would say that I began to develop feelings for you over time, but it became more apparent around a month ago."

Despite his attempt to maintain his calm demeanor, Zhongli could feel his heartbeat increase, and he could feel his body heat up. He noticed the slight movement of your eyebrows, and for a brief moment, it felt as if his actions had begun to fail him. Though, Zhongli knew that that was not the case.

"May I ask you something now?" Zhongli asked, leaning forward again with a small smile. His Adam's Apple bobbed as he gulped.

You could not tear your gaze away from Zhongli’s piercing eyes. There is a rising tension between you again and it is more than welcomed on your part.

"Go ahead, Zhongli." Your tone of confidence belies your anxiety as you anticipate the man’s other inquiry.

"Are you willing to give us a chance?" Zhongli said softly, his voice carrying a slight tremble in it that he hoped you did not hear. Zhongli could see the small movement of your throat as well, and it did not take a genius to figure out that you were feeling as nervous as he was.

"We may not have known each other for very long, but I am certain about my emotions." Zhongli continued. "I think... that we are compatible, so I will ask again. Are you willing to give us a chance?”

Your decision was made a few seconds ago. You smile once again and gently give Zhongli a slight nod of your head.

"Yes, Zhongli. I am looking forward to this more romantic side of our relationship." Your eyes twinkle in nervous excitement, also wondering how this relationship would turn out since you both blurred the line between yourselves as being mere business partners.

Zhongli felt relief, and he could also notice the breath that you took in, and the breath Zhongli himself had been holding, the tension in the room becoming less palpable.

Without another word, Zhongli leaned in once more and planted a kiss on your lips. It was not nearly as long a kiss as the first one you exchanged before, but it said an entire novel.

When he pulled away, he could see the red blush on your face, and could not help but smile as he felt how warm his own face had become from the experience.

With your bashful expression, you sigh as your eyes dart around the office but Zhongli’s eyes. You could only sit still on your chair like a skillfully sculpted statue. Your heart is pounding inside your chest and a red flush creeps on your cheeks. A stray lock of hair tickles your skin and you gently tucks it back behind your ear.

"I feel the same.” You said.

Zhongli’s heart felt as if it had become a wild and untamed beast, racing wildly in his chest as he saw the color on your face and the way your eyes darted around the office. The look on your face was almost as if it were a painting, and Zhongli could not help but appreciate the beautiful expression it inspired in him.

"May I kiss you one more time?" Zhongli asked. The words were gentle, but not lacking in the tone that hinted it was not an open ended question.

Of course, as an opportunistic business person, you would not let this chance pass to feel Zhongli’s lips again. Your bashful demeanor switched to a confident one. You stand from your seat and walk to his side, letting go of your previous inhibitions.

"Yes. I want you to.” You smiled as you looked down on his sitting figure.

Zhongli saw this coming from a mile away, and he stood up to face you with a confident smirk on his face. Zhongli was not one to deny the opportunity to spend more time with such a charming person, and he felt the same amount of nerves as the first time you kissed.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close for a moment, and his lips pressed against yours once more. Like before, he enjoyed taking his time, knowing that you could not resist his soft yet masculine kisses, though more passion was shown by both parties this time around.

With your emotions eddy inside, you kiss Zhongli with the same passion, if not more. Your head tilts sidewards to meet Zhongli’s intoxicating lips. Soft touches of your palms rest on his back as your hands repeatedly caress him, making a soft sound of rustling clothes that accompanies the hum of the air conditioner in his office; together with the amorous sound of your kiss.

Your breathing goes ragged by the second as you breathe through your nostrils. A hardly subtle moan escaped your throat when Zhongli slid his tongue inside your mouth.

Zhongli was caught off guard for a brief moment by the moan that left you, and he pulled back from the kiss for a moment to look at your face. Zhongli was not the type of man that would admit it, but he found it rather arousing.

Zhongli also took the moment to catch his breath, letting loose a slow exhalation, before leaning in again to continue where he left off. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pushed you back up against his office wall, continuing your kiss with renewed passion.

The passionately aggressive kiss of Zhongli felt like a bolt of lightning straight to your heart. You had to fight the urge to hold him close to you, lest you would fall to the floor as your knees gave way under your weight.

Zhongli took the moment to show you the type of man he was, one of experience but gentle and passionate. As your tongues danced and your fingers caressing one another, Zhongli felt the same rush of heat and excitement that he did on the very first time. He began to wonder just how far you would go.

After what felt like hours, Zhongli pulled away slightly, your lips still grazing against each other as he spoke in soft whispers.

"You are quite good at this." He whispered, teasingly and seductively.

You did your best to maintain your composure as you separated, and it was evident that you were trying to breathe at a normal rate after having a kiss so... intimate, as Zhongli had been. You felt as if your mind had been rocked.

"You are amazing." You said in a slightly breathless tone.

"I am glad you think so." Zhongli leaned forward and gave you a long kiss filled with emotion once again, his tongue sliding against yours and his hands firmly gripping your back and hips.

"I'm glad that we are making this leap... together." Zhongli whispered just within your ear as he pulled you near once more. Zhongli’s hands began to roam your body, and his mind began wondering just how far he could take things.

"We shall see how we mesh in other ways, I think…” Zhongli’s hands began slowly unbuttoning your shirt, and he could not help but stare at the view he uncovered. Feeling like a prey caught by your predator, your cheeks flushed furiously red and you were struggling to breathe from the excitement.

Your lips parted once again, this time with you breathing heavily and a smile on Zhongli’s face. With a gentle nudge of his palm on your chest, you were pushed back and onto his office desk.

Zhongli’s hands continued to gently roam, but with a slightly more demanding nature than before.

"I think we will mesh indeed." Zhongli’s voice was soft, and full of promise. It was not difficult for you to see exactly what he was implying.

You felt the excitement welling up once more, and you felt your heart racing in your chest as Zhongli continued to kiss you and move his hands all over your body. Zhongli’s hands moved down from your hip and back up the side of your ribs, and you could feel the muscles on your body tense as the man's hand grazed them.

Zhongli saw the passion in your eyes, and the color of your face. Your hands were shaking, and your chest was visibly heaving. You were breathing heavily, as if you were running a marathon, but Zhongli was not ready to let you catch your breath. His hands continued to explore the hidden regions of your body, each touch as careful and gentle as the first, yet also just a bit more demanding, and a bit more passionate.

"You are... intoxicatingly attractive..." Zhongli whispered and claimed your lips in a hungry kiss once more.

Zhongli allowed his hands beneath your shirt to continue on their journey downward, he slowly and seductively undressed you and you moaned under his tantalizing touch, your bare body sprawled on top of his desk. His own eyes drinking in the image of you, naked in front of him.

Zhongli began unbuckling his own belt, the soft sound of the metal rings clanking together causing your heart to flutter in your chest. He was left with his fly open as Zhongli felt those same flutters begin in his own heart, though it felt almost as if this was something he'd been preparing for, for years.

Zhongli did everything he could to keep his composure, but he was still affected by the excitement of the event.

"Ahh…” You moaned quietly from the anticipation.

Zhongli’s smile remained as his hands began to explore your body in ways that only one of your caliber could appreciate. Your heartbeat was beating loudly and fast enough to be felt by even a blind man, and you were barely able to control yourself around Zhongli.

Your hands were held down against the desk, and Zhongli leaned in close, his body right above yours and between your thighs. His lips brushed over your ear as he spoke once more, his voice barely a whisper.

"Are you ready for me?”

"Please," you begged softly under your breath, "more... more.”

All of your modesty flew outside the window as you laid bare on his office desk. The sensation of Zhongli’s hands caressing your body and his breathy deep voice sends cascades of emotions inside you. Never the need for more words, you both have the most apparent evidence between your legs.

Zhongli gave a soft chuckle, and began to trail kisses from your ear to your cheek, to the crook of your neck, and his lips soon found themselves once more on your mouth.

“Please, Zhongli.” A shameless, desperate plea was mumbled. Your gaze lingers on the come-hither look on Zhongli’s face.

Zhongli heard the plea, and he saw how you struggled to control yourself, how you were just barely restrained against his desk. After what felt like hours but were only a few minutes, Zhongli’s lips stopped moving against your ear, neck and mouth.

"I think, that... I will show you." Zhongli whispered. "Hold yourself, it will only get better from here."

Then, with only a moment's warning, Zhongli leaned back and pulled you up, and turned you in his desk so you faced away from him.

As much as you wanted to continue the words between the both of you, you found your vocal cords unwilling to continue the task as your lungs screamed for more breath. You felt as if he were a small animal at the mercy of a hungry predator, and it sent your body reeling with pleasure. Your words were gone, and only your breathing and moaning remained.

Your head turns over your shoulder, your lips slightly parted, and your body is stripped off of your clothes – exposing your bare back and rear to him. Your breath is still heavy from excitement as you let out breathy quiet moans that fill the office.

"Zhongli… please.” You beg once more, your eyes half-lidded as you look at him over your shoulder.

Zhongli heard everything, and he knew exactly what you wanted. Zhongli placed his hand on your soft and smooth back, slowly walking his fingers down your back, to your hips and your butt. Zhongli’s other hand slid upwards, towards your face, gently tugging you towards him.

Your lips were only inches from his, and Zhongli took his time, letting you enjoy this moment, for Zhongli had been building this up to this point for far longer than you had ever expected.

Zhongli’s hands slowly began to move over towards your thighs, as if measuring his next move. Zhongli’s eyes danced over your form, and he gave you a look of pure desire.

“Zhongli, please… I need you.” A soft quiet moan has once again escaped your lips. You shut your eyes close, feeling Zhongli’s weight pressing you on top of his own desk.

Zhongli smiled as he looked upon you in front of him. All other aspects of your personality were gone, only your passion and desire remained. Zhongli did not wait for you to finish your plea, he would not give you the time to change your mind.

With a swift movement, your body was turned back towards Zhongli as he took hold of you by the waist, and lifted you up from his desk.

"Hold on." He lifted you up, and stood to his feet as you began to wrap your legs around his body.

With a coy smirk on your face, you wrap your limbs around his waist and neck tighter to keep yourself from falling, not that he would let that happen, though. The weight of your head rests on Zhongli’s shoulder as you kiss the man's crook of his neck and jaw, your hot breath wafting on his skin.

"Where are you taking me?" You ask, pulling away your head from Zhongli. You are pretty much inside Zhongli’s spacious office and there's only one location where you can comfortably do the deed: the office couch.

Zhongli’s smirk only grew, and his eyes glanced around to ensure that the two of you had the privacy you desired.

Once he was certain that you would not be disturbed, Zhongli then placed you down onto the couch, and gently laid atop of you, his arms and legs straddling you and pinning you to the couch. Zhongli then whispered softly in your ear as he pressed on top of you.

"Let us begin..." Zhongli mumbled and then kissed the side of your neck, and then your jaw, and then your cheek. Zhongli’s hands roamed your body, slowly working their way on to your back, and then your arms, and then your legs, and then to the inside of your thigh. With each touch, you could feel a rush of heat and passion, as Zhongli slowly began to explore.

You could not contain your excitement anymore. Your quiet moans grow louder from the man's caresses and kisses. Your whole body feels like it has been set ablaze as you lay naked on the couch.

Zhongli’s voice was a soft murmur as he leaned down over you. "I am going to make you scream... and you'll love it." Zhongli's words were filled with a promise, a promise of what was to come. He slowly removes his lower garments completely off of his body and sensually kisses you once more.

Your half-lidded eyes shut from the nervous anticipation. You could now feel your flesh throb between your legs intensely as your moans grew louder.

Zhongli’s expression was that of pure lust as he slowly crept lower and lower, his mouth making its way down your neck, over your collar bone, and towards your chest. The tip of Zhongli’s tongue flicked ever so softly against your skin, teasingly and seductively. His hands continued to roam free, running along your legs, arms, hips and the delicate skin of your inner thighs. Zhongli’s touch was soft yet firm, as if he was exploring every single nook and cranny of your body.

"I love it… don’t stop." You whisper under your breath as you close your eyes, coaxing him and waiting for Zhongli’s next move. You began to tremble, your breathing becoming more and more labored.

"Oh... god." Your hips jolt when Zhongli’s rough hands grip your inner groin. With the pressure of the massage, you could feel every touch, and they seemed to make you quiver with excitement.

Your entire body was quivering with a mixture of nerves, excitement, and pleasure. Your skin felt on fire, and your lips parted in a gasp as you were brought to an overwhelming edge. Your hands clutched onto Zhongli’s body, grasping his tie as if to hold yourself back and bring yourself under control to prolong how long this feeling could last.

Zhongli felt your muscles tense and tremble before his own touch, and it excited him. Your body was like a river of warmth, and Zhongli enjoyed his swim in the rapids. He had been building and building the tension for some time, and your climax would be a spectacular show.

Your fingers grasped the fabric of Zhongli’s shirt, and Zhongli reached into a pocket on it and pulled out his phone. He then set it up on a small stand beside the couch. Your eyes flickered open with curiosity as Zhongli adjusted it.

"You're gonna record?" Your eyes flicker back and forth from Zhongli’s phone and to the man's handsome smug visage.

The thought of doing something brazen as recording yourselves gives you an unexpected exhilarating feeling inside despite the possible risks that comes with it. You’re both CEOs of your respective trades after all; the aftermath, if leaked, would not be pretty. Nevertheless, this makes you feel more aroused of this scandalous act.

Zhongli's smirk grew wider as he nodded at you, his own body still laying atop you and your faces inches away from one another. The phone was ready, and he would be able to take a look at this later to remember the night.

"I want to remember this." Zhongli’s voice was soft and full of intimacy.

"Do you know how rare someone like you is?" Zhongli whispered in your ear. "I want to have you captured.”

"Just in case. You know, for security." Zhongli then looked at you, his grin widening even more. "Besides, if you are as good as I imagine you are right now, it would be a shame not to record it for future enjoyment.”

Your head turns to the direction of the phone, seeing yourself naked under Zhongli’s half bare body on the screen and your legs wrapped around his waist makes your breath hitch at the sight of your bodies in a compromising position on the couch. The furious red flush that creeps on your face, chest and the tip of your ears goes barely unnoticeable as you gaze back at Zhongli’s face.

"Let's... let's just keep it to ourselves, Zhongli." Your tone is calm yet your voice is shaky.

"I only plan on keeping this for myself... Or perhaps for only two." Zhongli said softly and with a smirk on his face.

"Unless... you would like someone else to watch it as well." Zhongli then whispered, his voice dripping with seductive temptation.

Zhongli was not known for being a selfish man, and he would always make sure those that he was involved with were very well satiated, in all aspects.

"What do you say? Share with the two of us, only for us?" Zhongli spoke softly as he moved his head lower once more.

"Yes. Just for us." You close your eyes as you pull Zhongli down for a passionate kiss. This is not the time to ruin the mood and you'll deal with it later. Zhongli is a reasonable man, you trust him not to undermine both of you.

Zhongli returns the kiss with both passion and hunger; whilst finally removing the last piece of his clothing. The heat and desire that were building up inside of him for the past hour was released in that moment, and it was magnificent. Zhongli was happy to have you return his affection, and he had every intention of exploring both of your attractions in more detail.

The two of you were locked in your embrace for what seemed like a lifetime, and not once did Zhongli’s hands falter, nor his lips cease. Zhongli's phone recorded it all, capturing the passion and heat of the moment.

“Ahh, Zhongli. I’m ready.” You moan and ready for the main show.

Zhongli felt his own body tense in response to your affirmative answer, and he felt the sudden heat flow from your body. The way the muscles of your body flexed and tensed under his skin was quite intriguing, and Zhongli’s mind began to race as he contemplated different possible positions.

His hands grasped your hips strongly, and he shifted closer to you. He then began to slowly grind himself, as slowly and as teasingly as one could possibly go.

“Ohh, god.” You moaned at the sensation of his manhood grinding on your crotch. "Zhongli, take me now."

It was not a request, it was permission. You want nothing more than to have Zhongli’s manhood inside you. Your eyes flutter close once again as you open your thighs wider, giving him an easier access to your body.

Zhongli felt the moment coming, where you were both reaching close to the edge, and he made his decision. His hands gripped your hips tighter, and Zhongli began to slowly rub his tip against your entrance – teasingly, tantalizingly. His face was inches away from your own, and he whispered ever so softly.

"Are you sure that you want it now?" Zhongli asked with a smirk on his face. "Is this what you want, to be dominated by me?”

On edge, your head nods in an eager manner for your mouth fails to form coherent words anymore. You are moaning from all of Zhongli’s titillating touch throughout your body.

Zhongli felt the heat, the anticipation, and the pressure of your mumbled words. Your body begged for your own desires to be fulfilled. Zhongli’s face grew with desire as he lowered himself onto you. He was in control of this moment, and he made sure that the entire event was done with slow and seductive movements.

With a deep breath, and a slow exhale, Zhongli slid into you. His face was one of passion and joy, and he looked down and saw your face as he gasped and let out a soft moan, feeling his manhood fitly snug inside your tight walls.

"Oh... God. So good..."

Finally, the main act of the moment of your intimacy has started. Your fingers press tightly on Zhongli’s muscular back, digging your nails on the man's flesh. Your legs quiver slightly from the delicious intrusion.

"Zhongli… Zhongli…" You repeatedly moan his name like a gospel.

Your modesty has been long gone. You’re already singing Zhongli’s name in a pleasing melody, harmonizing with your loud moans and gasps. It felt amazing, the sensation of Zhongli filling you repeatedly in a satisfying steady rhythm.

Zhongli felt the nails digging into his back, the body beneath him tightening and quivering as he continued his slow movements. His face was one full of pleasure and passion, and your voice was sweet to his ears. He let his own breath escape him quietly, as he whispered again.

"Good... that's good." Zhongli continued at his slow pace, enjoying every movement from you underneath him.

Your face grew red from the intense pleasure you felt from Zhongli’s words and his own movements. He held onto you tightly, and he slowly let out his breath as he began to move. The pace grew faster as your passions grew hotter, and your bodies' movement became in sync.

Your faces were so close that you could feel the rush of air from Zhongli’s breathing and the warm dampness across both of your skin from your sweat. Zhongli’s smile grew as he felt your reactions towards him and the events that were unfolding.

It was almost as if time slowed down, for you were both in your own little world. And it was truly glorious, the movements slow and sensual, like the dance of a ballet. You breathed in tandem with one another, your bodies moving as one to the rhythm of your breathing.

And then, you moaned Zhongli’s name, and he slowed his pace and leaned forward to kiss you deeply. It was... perfect. Zhongli had found his counterpart, his equal, and it had been you all along.

"Don't stop... Zhongli." You say in between moans. A very familiar sensation of your abdomen tightening starts to join the ensemble of the different pleasures you are feeling throughout your body. As if Zhongli’s thrusts weren't enough for you, your hips meet the man's in every thrust - faster and deeper.

"Ahh! Ah!" Louder. Your moans and whimpers escape from your quivering lips on their own.

Your passionate kisses, your loud moans and quiet groans, the smacking sound of the both of your skin making contact, the faint creak of the sofa and the hum of the office air conditioner makes a perfect amorous harmony as you make love in his office.

As the two of you moved in a perfectly timed rhythm, Zhongli felt himself nearing his climax. The feeling of your tightness around his manhood as you moved together was sending goosebumps over his body. Zhongli knew that you were near your completion as well, and so he slowed and pulled back. He wanted nothing more than to spend the night together, but it was not the time for that.

Zhongli’s eyes met your gaze, and his voice was as seductive as ever. "I think I will save the finish for next time.”

Your eyes widened when you felt Zhongli pulled out and away from you now that he is so close to the edge.

"No, no, no! Please!" There it is, your most desperate begging. You clasp your legs around Zhongli’s waist and you’re determined to keep him deep inside. "Zhongli, please…”

Zhongli could not help but chuckle, for he knew exactly how you wanted to play this game.

"Oh, I have all the power, my love, and I will use it however I damn well please." Zhongli’s voice was filled with the desire of a playful tease, and his face was full of a sly smirk.

But Zhongli’s grip on your hips grew tighter, and he slowly slid himself back in once more. "But if you insist, I will indulge you then." Zhongli’s breath was heavy as he spoke once more.

He then slowly started to move once more, each step a little deeper and a little faster, and each step a little harder. The noise in the office was loud, the couch creaking under your weights as a rhythm was established once more. Zhongli continued the same movements, and you were the one now begging and writhing underneath him, your eyes shut against the wave of pleasure that had taken you over.

“Zhongli… I’m so close.” You softly moan, your body could not keep up with his movement so you let Zhongli do the rest.

Zhongli let out a low groan from the addicting pleasure, and he looked down and locked eyes with you. His grip on your legs tightened, and his pace hastened. The muscles of Zhongli’s arms flexed with the rhythm of his movements. He had no intention of stopping now, not when you were so close.

“Yes… Ah! Zhongli!”

Each moment was a dance of pleasure, the subtle movements and shifts of weight that were created by the rhythm. No, not a dance, it was an orchestra of sensation. The strings of your pleasure, the drum of both of your breaths, all in a harmony of movement and sound. It was like nothing either of you had felt before.

"Oh, my love..." Zhongli breathed, his own breath catching in his throat. He could feel the end coming quickly.

“Yes, yes! Ah! Zhongli!” Your little screams and whimpers of pleasure go even louder as you reach the peak of your euphoric climax. The tremble of your body, the instinctive jolts of your legs and curling of your toes, the arch of your back, the tightening and pulsing of your flesh around Zhongli’s manhood, and the scratching of your nails on his back; are all of your response to the mind-numbing pleasure you feel.

"Ohh, Zhongli..." You let out a loud and long moan as you continue to pulsate and pull him in for a kiss during your climax.

It was like a flood of pleasure that poured out of you, the feeling of your body gripping and pulsating around Zhongli was overwhelming. Zhongli moaned in response, gripping you tightly and taking in every sensation that your bodies were sharing together.

Zhongli’s body went rigid as your climax occurred. His body jerked and moved as if he was hit by a bolt of lightning, but pleasure rather than pain. His own release followed, and the liquid of his pleasure spurt onto you and soaked the sofa. You could feel him twitch and throb as he fills you up to the brim with his warm semen.

Your lips met in intense and passionate kisses once more, both of your breathing were heavy and body quivering with each touch of the other's skin.

"Oh, my." Zhongli breathed as you broke apart. "You're the perfection.”

As you bask in the afterglow, you slowly bat your teary eyelashes and smile in content. You can still feel your body tingling as the feeling of your climax dissipates. You glance at the phone that is still recording and returns to Zhongli’s face.

"You're amazing, Zhongli." You bite your lips then chuckles, your fingers playing with his hair. Your voice became hoarse from all of that moaning and groaning.

"It felt incredible." You shut your eyes once more and gulped. Relishing the feeling of Zhongli’s weight on top of you while the man still stays deep inside. You think this business rendezvous is more than anything productive.

Zhongli felt as though his entire body was numb, and he looked down to see a perfect pair of legs wrapped around him. There was nothing better than to hear those words said by you.

"Oh love, I can say the same of you. I have never experienced a lover quite like you." Zhongli kissed your cheek and held your head up as he took a breath.

He reached down to kiss you once more, this time in a tender and loving manner. Zhongli smiled before leaning back and giving you a kiss on the stomach. It certainly was an eventful business meet, to say the least.

Zhongli’s own body was still tense with electricity and his breathing was slow. As Zhongli sat up he noticed the phone and smirked.

"I intend to hold true to my promise of keeping that for only us."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin imagines #genshin impact smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #fanfiction #fanfic #genshin impact oneshots #genshin oneshots #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x gender neutral reader

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princelylove · 1 year ago

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Have you ever written anything with Abacchio? I feel strong yandere vibes from him. Controlling and mean, not ready to compromise type of vibes. Obsessed yet detached. Would you be willing to share some headcanons with us? Thank you!

I think I did write for him once, but not a lot. In my head Leone and Guido are roommates, and Bruno, Pannacotta, and Narancia live together somewhere else. Bruno’s all “These are my sons.” but Leone and Guido see each other more like a “guy who I happen to live with, mutual trust.” kind of thing. Leone’s a bit of an outsider (Absolutely no one in Team Bucciarati likes cops, even if Leone is an ex-cop.), I think I’m still working out how I’m interpreting him.

Leone is a cold, mean man. He acts disinterested in you, he might even pretend you just don’t exist. But is that really how he wants to be? I think Leone’s temperament depends on how badly his depression is affecting him, whether you’re in public or private, and how comfortable he is with you in general. He’s… a bit moody, pun not intended.

A totally comfortable and reassured Leone would treat you like his savior. But he’s just too prideful to really admit that, especially if you’re not in a relationship, so he keeps that to himself. Those are his private thoughts, ones he won’t express until much later on in your relationship. You’re the only thing keeping him going, the thing that gets him up every morning. I said this in that alphabet ask request I did, “Leone loves to just sit and watch you. He gives you space, careful not to step on your metaphorical toes, and just sits quietly to watch. He won’t look away if you look over while he’s giving you that stupid, lovestruck stare. He’s so lucky he gets to witness you.” and I really do hold firm on it. When you’re alone, Leone’s face changes so much, if he’s in the mood to show you how utterly obsessed he is. He doesn’t mean to get in your way, please, continue what you’re doing. Don’t mind him.

And Christ he’s obsessed. Leone’s addicted. He doesn’t really… need to stare or even just interact with you, since he can just replay it. He pretends you’re annoying him, he wants to just sit there and listen to Monteverdi, what could you possibly have to say that’s more important than a classical genius? Shut up and eat your food, have Guido entertain you if you’re really that bored. The second you’re gone, though.. Leone’s all over his stand. He’s such a degenerate that he’ll get under the table just to see how you position your legs. God, you’re gorgeous. He’d kill to kiss your real ankle, or to drink from your glass at the same spot you did…

But Leone’s not at all ready to talk to the real you, so he won’t. He holds himself over for as long as he can this way- with placeholder you. He feels disgusting for it- piggybacking off of Narancia’s jokes and pretending your laughter was at what he had to say, holding ‘your’ hand over the table and pretending you’ve been in love forever, sitting in the place of whoever you were cuddling up to just to feel what it would be like… He really has no hard limits, Leone would replay you sleeping if he could find a safe way to do it. Does the guilt keep him up at night? Certainly. Will he stop? Never.

Quick digression, isn’t that such a horrifying stand in a captor/victim situation? You can’t hide anything from him since he can just use his stand and replay you doing it. I’d hate him as a yandere, I love to argue. I hit him with the old reliable “I didn’t say that.” and he replays me, in fact, saying that. That’s my Hell.

And what happens in the meantime, before he’s ready to be a giant mush to you? He’s a cunt. A total dick. He’s physically present (Always physically present, for a man that “hates” you…), but emotionally distant. He doesn’t want to be seen with you in the slightest. He goes out of his way to drive you away- he doesn’t want you to engage with him at all. If you sit down next to him he’s knocking his drink onto your lap. Won’t even apologize, unless the glass breaks. Then he’ll just snap at you to stay still. Doesn’t want the glass digging into that gorgeous skin of yours… huh? He didn’t say anything. He’s glaring at you because he thinks he missed a piece, don’t get all worked up. (He’s staring, actually. He just looks mean.)

It’s a constant game of push and pull. Incredibly mixed messages. How are you supposed to take it when he bumps into you with enough force to knock you back (When he clearly had room to go around), but also puts his arm around you so you don’t fall while taking the train? Leone has the audacity to directly command you, but not the confidence to consistently speak to you. He wants you, badly, but can’t handle speaking to you for more than a minute- and that’s generous. Once you finally crack him it’s like he’s an entirely different person. Doting and attentive, just not very verbally affectionate. He’s very handsy.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm busy, find someone else to play with."

#I'm still figuring out how I want this pretentious bastard to sound #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere leone abbacchio x reader #yandere team bucciarati #request granted

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yarart4ever · 2 years ago

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TiPo fanfic tropes I'd die for

I'm bored so here is me telling y'all my favorite tropes for TiPo that I love to read/write (warning some parts are le spicy-) sorry this is gonna be looooong

+ modern or highschool aus. typically with Tigress being of high status and Po being the "new" guy. I NEED MY BISEXUAL GIRLBOSS AND MY DORKY MALEWIFE IN THIS SETTING IMMEDIATELY OMGGGG

+ stories like. right after the end of kfp 2. it's usually very intimate, peaceful yet solemn at the same time and it's just. ugh. the hurt/comfort genre is strong with this one. BONUS POINTS IF PO OPENS UP ABOUT WHAT HE DISCOVERED ABOUT HIS PANDA VILLAGE

+ pining Tigress. I love me some flustered Po (especially since he's such a fanboy and him being in love with Tigress is SO CANON-) but. I a a sucker for the "they fell first but they fell harder" trope bc OMG. the thought of Tigress, cold, hardcore Tigress, catching feelings for Po? it's just so sweet to me to see the usually composed tiger get so flussy, even if it ain't as obvious as Po's pining is. her tail swishing behind her when he touches her? catching herself getting lost in Po's eyes before clearing her throat? instantly relaxing after Po rests his paw on her shoulder? knees easily buckling into his pleas? UGH I AM HERE FOR IT!

+mutual pining one-shots. quite similar to Tigress pining but they are *both* lovesick idiots. the slowburn is very much apparent but the romantic tension is so there like YALL JUST KISS ALREADY- or actually don't. stay comfy and close like this. it's cute :3 but maybe like hold hands if you can

+Tigress being able to gain more feeling in her paws when in contact to Po. like it is so unrealistic but IDC MY TIPO HEART DOES NOT HAVE AN OFF BUTTON-

+okay so like- them both acting out when they see the other get hurt in battle- like say Po got hurt and Tigress just rips the people they are fighting a new one just to make sure her panda is okay or Tigress getting struck and maybe even knocked out and Po just- flips out- loses it- goes feral- I live for that shit

+ WHEN THE FURIOUS FIVE, PO'S DADS, MASTER SHIFU- LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE VALLEY SEES PO AND TIGRESS' CHEMISTRY SO WELL AND TIGRESS AND PO ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE OBLIVIOUS TO IT DESPITE ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE phew sorry for yelling- bONUS POINTS FOR THE FURIOUS FIVE TEASING THE TWO AND PO'S DADS ASKING PO ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TIGRESS

+ dom Po. will not comment any further.

+ Po letting Tigress loosen up. getting her to laugh, to play with kids, to dance, literally any of those things that make her feel carefree and childlike and Po just. watching in awe. and ENCOURAGING her to do so. how beautiful is that?

+ TiPoLei family! TiPoLei family! TIPOLEI FAMILY! (bonus points if everyone jokes about Po and Ti basically being Lei Lei's parents and them just going "yeah. sounds about right. that's our daughter :)" thus confusing everyone PFFF)

+ them being each other's dates to any festival that goes on. like they don't even need to ask each other it's just obvious from how Tigress sticks by Po's side and only participates bc Po asked her to LMAO

+ jealous Tigress- I know that people see these kinds of tropes as a bit problematic if not done right but gosh do I love me some jelly Tigress. pLUS THE DENIAL SHE WOULD PULL WHEN IT IS SO OBVIOUS? sign me tf up

+ I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually write this but I would love to have that little moment where. say in between kfp2 and kfp3 when Tigress got her new golden hanfu and everyone is praising her for it and Po. he just sees her for the first time in that new hanfu and does that cute lovestruck ":O" expression as he stays quiet and frozen. and Tigress is asking stuff like "Po, you okay? what's wrong?" thus taking him out of his trance and making him flustered- YES PLEASE

okay this is getting way too long I'm gonna end it from here okay bye-

#kung fu panda #kfp #tigress x po #po x tigress #tipo #yarart says

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carnal-lnstinct · 2 years ago

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My Heart For Yours

VALENTINES DAYS EVENT

Conditions—

Please adhere to the request rules already in place for what type of requests I do and do not accept.

8 slots are available. One request per person, first come, first served. may change as the event goes on. Accepting for black readers and non-black readers.

Accepted requests will be listed below. The event is 18+ so safe for work and "naht safe" for work requests are welcomed! Be as sweet and spicy as you like. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Combine up to three hearts per request.

Characters: Goku, Vegeta, Broly (DBS), Raditz, Bardock, Gohan, Gogeta, Vegito

Requests will be tagged as *MH4U

Large fics/series updates will be put on hold for this time to focus on the requests.

Requests will be accepted at this time and will start posting at the beginning of February.

Heart Themes—

Send character + heart & details of the request. Combine up to three hearts. Be as detailed as you want. Open to AUs and writing prompt lists.

💓love as we know it - established/mutual love

💚 lovesick - corrupted love/obsessive love

🥰 love in quantity - ot3/poly/harem

💘 lovestruck - love at first sight/realizing love

💙 lovelorn - pining/unrequited

💜 love found skin deep - fwb/no strings attached

💔 love lost - heartbroken/falling out of love

💞 love to infinity - soulmates

💗 love conquers all - challenged/forbidden love

💌 love confession - romantic feelings reveal

💛 love shared through blood - familial/storge love

💝 love for the occasion - valentines day/holiday, birthday, wedding, anniversary

🤍 love by any other name - freestyle

Accepted (FULL/NOT ACCEPTING)—

Gohan - 💜💘 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Raditz - 💙💌 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Gogeta - 💞💗💚 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Vegeta - 💘 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Goku - 💜💘💌- Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Broly - 💘💌 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Vegito - 💙💌 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

Raditz -💗💞💓 - Accepted / WIP / Completed ♫

#masterlist #*MH4U

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sleepingdeath-light · 5 months ago

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relationship hcs ; lord oyster cookie

requested by ; (totally not) 🍾 anon (12/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; lord oyster cookie

outline ; “lord oyster smut and relationship hcs ~ (undercover 🍾)”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

lord oyster cookie is nothing short of a complete and utter gentleman in how he approaches courting, and eventually also dating, you — he goes at whatever pace you’re most comfortable, lets you take the lead when it comes to taking steps forward as a unit (when you become official, what labels you ought to use for each other, who you should tell about your blossoming relationship and when you should tell them, etc.), is endlessly conscious and respectful of your personal boundaries (e.g. if you’re touch averse he’ll do his best to keep close without making physical contact with you until you yourself initiate anything), insists on paying for your every outing, and never shows up to a meeting with you and your mutual chaperone without some sort of gift suited to your preferences (e.g. if you love flowers he’ll bring you a fresh bouquet, whereas if you’re more of an avid reader he’ll bring you a book in your favourite genre)

and make no mistake these efforts don’t stop the moment you two become an official couple, no, because this lovestruck sailor never stops dating and wooing you no matter how long you’ve been together — it’s important to him that you know how much he loves you and how often he thinks of you, especially given how much time he spends away from you and out at sea with his crew

dates are an absolute must and happen as frequently as your schedules allow — walks along the harbour, trips into town to window shop (and inevitably have him buying you any pretty thing you lay your eyes on for more than a few seconds), visits to the local park, day trips to neighbouring towns and villages, etc. — with your lovely spouse doing just about anything he can to make your day that little bit brighter

he’s the type of partner who would, without a second of hesitation, drape his coat across your shoulders if you seemed cold or place it on the ground for you to walk over to prevent you from ruining your shoes or the bottoms of your clothing in a puddle

…is it obvious enough yet that acts of service is his primary language or do i need to go on about the breakfast (well, feast) in bed he brings you every weekend he’s at home, or his insistence on taking care of you when you’re too tired or mentally drained or ill to do so yourself, or any of the numerous other things he does without batting an eyelid because to him there’s no such thing as a chore or a pain so long as it’s done for you

the pet names he uses for you are all very traditional and almost formal sounding (e.g. ‘darling’, ‘beloved’, ‘my sweet’, ‘my love’, ‘my dear’, etc.) but he won’t be opposed to you using terms of endearment for him that don’t quite fall into either of those categories — but calling him something a bit more modern like ‘baby girl’ or ‘my male wife’ will have him raising an eyebrow in private and turning bright red in public

he’s extremely protective over you and will, if need be, speak up in your defence should someone else try to insult, belittle, or threaten you (and he’s more than capable of handling his own in a fight if it should come to that) — but he also trusts your judgement and your ability to handle yourself, only stepping in if he notices that you’re uncomfortable or frightened, or if you look to him for help

lord oyster cookie takes a while to fully open up to you about the failings and the sins of his past, how he betrayed his first love and nearly destroyed a whole civilisation in the process, and as one might expect it’s very emotional conversation and he can barely look you in the eye for most of it — just sit and listen to his tale and then, when he’s finished, pull him into your arms and hold him close, reassure him that you know he’s changed and grown and that you won’t hold his past against him (and don’t bring up later how tightly he clung to you and how his whole body shook with the force of his cries as he wept and sobbed into your shirt)

his favourite places to kiss you are as follows: your lips, your fingertips, your knuckles, the apples of your cheeks, and (in the early mornings when you’re just waking up, and the late evenings when you’re changing into your nightwear) the backs of your shoulders — and his kisses are all either tender and sweet or lingering and intentional depending on the mood of the moment

#sleepingdeath #🍾 anon #fluff #fluff hcs #crk fluff #crk x reader #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #lord oyster cookie fluff #lord oyster cookie x reader #gender neutral reader

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otrtbs · 2 years ago

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L'ENFANCE NUE

PAIRING: JAMES POTTER X BASSIST! REGULUS

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: Sirius drags the group to see his brother's band play a show. James loves what he sees.

"Sorry, sorry," James muttered as he let Peter pull him along the crowd of people gathered by the makeshift stage set up outside.

“Christ, and Sirius was worried no one would show up,” Peter shook his head, desperately trying to get to the beacon of blonde hair at the front that was Marlene McKinnon.

"Well, I'm excited. Sirius always goes on and on about his brother, but he's quite elusive, isn't he?"

"What?" Peter turned to look back at James quickly.

"I'm excited to see the band," James shouted in an attempt to be heard over the music thumping through the speakers.

They were at Evan Rosier's house. Though, house would be putting it lightly. It was more like they were at Evan Rosier's mansion to see Sirius' brother perform with his band. It was Evan who decided to make a night of it and through a party before the garage show.

Sirius had demanded that everyone show up to support Regulus and made them all promise to cheer and clap loudly in between each and every song. James and Peter were happy to do it, Remus needed thorough convincing to make an appearance on a Thursday night, and Marlene was in charge of rounding up all the girls.

"Oh thank God you're all finally here," Marlene grinned once they made their way to the front. "The band is about to go on and I swear I actually had to bark at people in order to save you a spot at the front. Get here earlier next time, would you?"

James waved to Lily who was standing on the other side of Marlene.

"Where's-"

"Mary's getting drinks," Marlene supplied, inferring the end of Peter's sentence. "She'll be back any minute."

"That's where Sirius and Remus went," Peter nodded, straining his voice to be heard above the noise.

All four of them talked among themselves for a moment, exchanging pleasantries, comments about the party, and remarks about the house.

"So the band name, l'enfance nue," James began. "Any idea what it means?"

Suddenly the technopop blaring through the speakers stopped and people James didn't recognize began setting up microphones and testing the drum set. James raised his eyebrows in surprise and caught Lily's eye. This seemed a little more professional than an impromptu garage show.

Lily only rolled her eyes in response mouthing, 'groupies' before returning her attention to Marlene.

"No clue what it means, but it's pretentious and French, so it's perfect for an underground band," Marlene nodded definitely. "They're bound to make it big with a name like that."

"Pretentious and French? I believe you called," Sirius grinned, passing plastic cups of slightly pink liquid down the row.

Mary must have found Sirius and Remus in the house because she was with them, also carrying cups in her hand.

"MacDonald," Peter grinned widely as Mary bounded over to him and wedged her way in between Marlene and Peter.

They began talking in an excited and rushed conversation, and James couldn't help but smile at the both of them fondly. Mary always was Peter's favorite, and the feeling was very mutual.

The air had a sharp chill to it as the sun had set many hours before and it was nearing the winter season, but one sip of whatever was in the cup Sirius had handed him warmed James right up.

"Sirius, what is this?" James could barely get the question out without sputtering as the sting made its way down his throat.

"Dunno," he shrugged. "It's Pandora's pink punch. She said she spent all day brewing it like a witch over her cauldron," Sirius laughed. "She wants to call it Lovestruck, but I'm very fond of the alliterative title."

James only nodded in response before taking another sip. He felt the warmth in his face almost instantly.

"My name is Evan Rosier, and this is my band, L'enfance Nue," Evan shouted into the microphone before running to take his place behind the drums.

People began cheering as the plucky sounds of an electric guitar began to reverberate through the speakers.

"Oh my God, oh my God," Marlene watched the guitarist step into the light. "Pandora, Pandora. Speak," her voice came out almost an octave higher than normal.

James was about to tell Marlene that Pandora wasn't with them when a soft and airy voice spoke from directly behind him.

"Dorcas Meadows. Lead Vocalist. Also on guitar. Never seen without those boots that go all the way up to your knees, fashion icon, glue of the group, and very single."

Marlene nodded rapidly to everything that Pandora was saying while never taking her eyes off Dorcas.

Another person came into view, playing an impressive riff on another guitar with an almost maniacal grin.

"Barty Crouch," Pandora said, still happy to be supplying information. She always seemed to know everything about everyone. "Jr. Lead guitarist. Incredible and he knows it and will make sure you know it too. Arrogance personified."

More cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Now we're just missing ah-," Pandora stopped speaking as plucky bass notes vibrated in James' heart.

Whatever James was expecting to happen tonight, whoever James imagined Regulus to be from Sirius' many stories of him, was rendered completely obsolete the minute Regulus came into view.

He was wearing a black jacket and let his curly hair fall in his face in a way that looked so effortless. He was biting his lip in concentration as he moved his fingers along the frets of the bass guitar.

Oh, fuck.

James was hardly phased by Sirius' extra loud scream for his brother.

"Regulus Black." Pandora was back in his ear again. "Bassist for the band. Thinks he's better than everyone else because he reads obscure literature and rolls his own cigarettes, amazing bassist but won't brag about it, and sometimes he'll just look at you with that look, and you'll know."

"What look? Know what?" James couldn't stop looking at Regulus as he did a little half spin to nod to Evan before he took his place next to Barty.

In a sing-songy voice, Pandora replied, "you'll see. He's single, by the way. You and McKinnon are wearing the exact same facial expression right now."

James felt his grip tighten on the plastic cup in his hand.

Regulus put his lips up to the microphone and since Marlene had managed to get them all to the front, James could see how beautifully pink they were. "My band," Regulus mumbled around the microphone with a smirk as Evan flipped him off behind his back with a smile.

"Hi everyone, my name is Dorcas Meadows. Thanks for coming out tonight," Dorcas began with a soft smile. "This song is called Motel Reflections. We hope you like it."

"Hey Sirius," James leaned to his left so his chin was practically resting on Sirius' shoulder. "How do you become a groupie?"

"What? Oh no," Sirius shook his head quickly as he punched James on the arm. "Pick your jaw up off the floor, James. And stop looking at my brother like that!"

Quickly, James snapped his mouth closed as Dorcas' hypnotic lilt carried on.

'Coming out from I don't know where. So unwise.'

Occasionally, Barty would join in singing. Regulus, however, was only focused on his bass guitar, bobbing his head along to the beat. James could only watch as his curls moved ever so lightly over his eyes. He could tell Regulus was concentrating, but he appeared almost bored with a completely calm expression and tired eyes. Effortlessly cool.

"Besides Regulus would destroy you. You're nice, you need nice," Sirius was still speaking.

"I'll be nice enough for the both of us," James responded, barely feeling his lips move.

It was still loud enough for Sirius to hear as he let out a loud snort.

"This one," Barty began and winked at a group of girls who were calling out to him as the first song ended. "This one I wrote myself. It's called Post Break-Up Sex."

The group of girls cheered once more as the next song began.

Barty had a nice voice. It was rough and a little gravelly which made it unique. In the back, Evan was beating on the drums with all his concentration. James tried to pay equal attention to everyone in the band, but his eyes always found their way back to Regulus.

Regulus' fingers, which were long and slender, strummed away. His black nail polish chipped slightly and a silver ring glinted on his thumb. His eyes traveled along Regulus' jawline, which would become more pronounced when he looked out at the crowd.

Dorcas began to sing a third song and then a fourth. James watched as Regulus' eyes scanned the front row, first landing on Sirius. He rolled his eyes affectionately and tried to hide his smile when Sirius waved enthusiastically to him. Then his eyes landed on James. James was practically vibrating under his stare.

In the most unsubtle way possible, Regulus' gaze lingered on James, looking him up and down slowly. Then, when James caught his eye, he smirked before returning his attention back to his bass guitar.

"I'm not making that up, right? I couldn't have imagined that," James spoke at last, desperately trying to hide the grin threatening to spill out.

"Fuck's sake, that idiot is doing this on purpose," Sirius shook his head. "No, James, unfortunately, you weren't dreaming. Pandora put your hands down," Sirius hissed.

James looked back just in time to see Pandora pointing to him with one hand and giving a giant thumbs up and a smile to Regulus with the other hand.

He wishes he could say he felt embarrassed.

The night carried on. Eventually, Sirius found himself entangled in Remus' arms, swaying to the beat. Lily was also in the same boat, swaying back and forth with Mary.

Ever so often, Regulus' eyes would flick over to meet James and James would have to do his best not to scream.

"I'm just saying," Marlene leaned closer to James to be heard over the music. She was still staring at Dorcas. James wasn't sure that she had blinked once since Dorcas came out, not that he was any better. "How cool would it be if we toured with the band? Me with Dorcas and you and Regulus. We could go to all their concerts and have backstage passes and-"

"They're not even famous," James interjected, smiling anyway.

"Not yet," Marlene huffed. "Manifest this with me, would you?"

James nodded in response. It would be cool.

"Uh," Regulus laughed into the mic after a few more songs. "This is the last song of the night. It's called Sensitivity."

He ran a hand through his hair and James felt his heart jump to his throat as Regulus smirked directly at him, raising his eyebrows. "We're L'enfance Nue and we want to thank you for coming out tonight."

Then to James' surprise, Regulus began singing. It was the only song he had sung the entire night, and his voice was otherworldly. James was positive he was ascending.

'Meet me in the backseat. Tell me that you love me. Please just be so caring to know that I'm here.'

"Anyway," Pandora rested her head on James' shoulder from where she was standing behind him. "Regulus wants to know if you're available after the show tonight."

"Hah," James scoffed. "And how could you know that?"

"Because he gave you the look."

"The look?"

"The one and only trademark Regulus Black look. Plus, I know you have butterflies in your stomach, don't lie. And I've been his friend long enough to read his mind. Don't worry he'll ask you after the show, I'm just giving you a warning so you can formulate a cool and calm response," Pandora laughed.

'All my sensitivity. Never let it get to me. Grabs me like a cavity. Brings me to a tragedy.'

Regulus continued to sing. James was free after the show. James was free every day for the rest of his life.

(The songs reference in this are as followed. Motel Reflections by Pro Teens, Post Break-Up Sex by The Vaccines, and Sensitivity by Worn-Tin if you want to give them a listen!)

#nat writes #l'enfance nue #if you like lady bird you might like this #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #actually this was just self indulgent #as is everything I do these days #hA #don't mind the typos or whatever i wrote this and refuse to reread it #it's not that deep #i actually made l’enfance nue my entire personality when I saw lady bird #it’s true #i am most definitely asleep btw #this is queued

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ugh-yoongi · 3 years ago

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HELLO YOU JUST WROTE ME AN AMAZING DRABBLE FOR MY ANGST PROMPT BUT I AM GREEDY GUTS AND AM BACK FOR MORE

PLZ DO you're the first person to ever ask AND I just feel stupid, okay? IN SOME KIND OF NAMJOON FLUFFY MUTUAL CRUSH SHIT 😚

(hello again miss rose i am so glad you're back~ this one kind of got away from me but i loved writing it so i hope u love reading it!! ♡)

"you're the first person to ever ask" / "i just feel stupid, okay?"

pairing: namjoon x reader

wc: 4k (what's a drabble never heard of it)

warnings: swearing, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual situations & content (nothing explicit in this fic but minors please dni regardless), side sope bc it's me and rose, i didn't edit this bc i'm lazy, ??? this is just a best friends who are idiots 2 lovers fic idk what else to say.

send me drabble requests!

“This is so weird.”

Namjoon looks over at you, his cheeks bulging like a hamster around a buttered dinner roll. Yoongi hadn’t been thrilled with their existence. He’d stressed the importance of serving authentic Korean food, said his grandparents would throw a fit if not, but that’d thrown the resort into chaos, so Hoseok had to step in, smooth out the wrinkles, tell them the five-star menu looked great, thank you so much—

“What is?”

“That,” you say. At the end of your pointer finger are Yoongi and Hoseok, heads knocked together as they speak in a code only they understand. Hoseok’s laughter rings out, prompting a gummy smile from Yoongi. Beside you, Namjoon sighs—a breathy, lovestruck sort of sound. “I can’t believe they’re married.”

Namjoon mirrors Yoongi’s smile. Looks at his two best friends like they hung the stars in the sky. Like they’re relationship goals, or whatever the kids are saying nowadays. “They’re perfect together.”

A choked sort of sound escapes you, prompting a sharp glare from Namjoon. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scold him, handing over another roll on a tiny, fancy dish.

Taehyung frowns, reaching for it back. “Hey! I was gonna—”

“No, you weren’t.” You slide it closer to Namjoon, not wanting to risk another lecture on your romance-based cynicism. Over the years you’ve heard them all, and the thought of enduring another—especially at Yoongi and Hoseok’s fucking wedding—nearly has you retching in your seat.

Because—okay, you can see where Namjoon’s coming from. Where he’s all flowers on the first date and proper courting methods and you don’t have to let me know you got home safe because I’m going to walk you there myself, you’re more… well, none of that. Dating app hookups, horror stories told over brunch about the guy you’d taken home from the bar who didn’t even bother to go down on you before trying to stick it in, months-long situationships that are more like a flashbang than any kind of real relationship.

Namjoon says you’ll have more luck if you’re more receptive. You say he needs to stop taking dating advice from Disney movies.

You sigh. Yoongi and Hoseok are cute. They spark a little bit of hope in your chest, a little bit of longing, but you swallow it down along with the rest of your drink. Something fruity and disgusting Jimin had handed you, claiming Taehyung didn’t want it because all the sugar would give him a migraine. Something definitely not strong enough if you have any hopes of lasting until the first dance.

“I’m going to the bar,” you announce. “Anyone want anything?”

Jimin and Taehyung immediately pipe up with their orders. Seokjin and Jeongguk don’t pay you any attention at all, too busy ripping off pieces of bread and rolling them into tiny balls, trying to toss them into each other’s mouths from across the table. Namjoon watches them, jaw slack with horror, and immediately announces he’s coming with you.

You immediately forget what you’re supposed to order the kids so you just order two more fruity things and something strong for yourself. Something from the top shelf that’ll burn as it goes down. Namjoon orders something boring your grandfather would drink and looks very pleased as he mixes it around with a little cocktail straw, ice clanking against the glass as it’s twirled around.

It’s at this exact moment that you realize, not for the first time, how attractive he is. How devastating his dimpled cheeks are—all the time, but especially when he smiles. How golden his skin looks under the amber lighting of this fancy hotel ballroom. How his eyes seem to twinkle when he looks at his two best friends so overwhelmed by love and happiness and the pure joy that accompanies a lifelong promise to love someone forever.

And this—this simply will not do, so you order another drink. Something stronger than the last one, which had been infinitely stronger than the first.

Namjoon doesn’t notice, too busy pointing out people you’d supposedly gone to school with that you wouldn’t be able to name with a gun to your head. He smiles at each one, whispering their names to you before they approach to say hello and you’re put in an awkward situation. But Namjoon’s just like that. Remembers all these little details about everyone—not because he has some crazy strong memory, but because he genuinely cares enough to learn.

It’s horribly endearing.

It makes your stomach hurt.

Because this is not the first time you’ve looked at Kim Namjoon and felt the world tilt. Sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you’re overcome with such fondness it feels like it’ll come spilling out of your ears. Sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you start to believe all those ridiculous poems he makes you read about destiny and love and soulmates. But sometimes you look at Kim Namjoon and you want to cry, because Kim Namjoon doesn’t look at you the same way.

Time for another drink.

Four turns into five turns into too many. By the time you return to your table, everyone else is gone, taking up space on the dance floor or mingling at other tables like socially well-adjusted adults do. Yoongi and Hoseok are making rounds of their own in between making heart eyes at each other and stealing little kisses that make everyone coo. Which is fine. You’re beyond buzzed, well on your way to full-on wasted, and seeing Yoongi and Hoseok kiss doesn’t fill you with existential dread the way it normally does.

Namjoon would be proud, you think. Maybe the secret to being more receptive to love had been at the bottom of a bottle the entire time.

A displeased scoff pulls you back into the moment. Namjoon’s beside you again, frowning at the empty bread basket. “I’m going to murder Jeongguk and Seokjin.”

“Why?” you ask, despite thinking it’s not a bad idea regardless of the reason.

Namjoon tilts the basket in your direction. “I’m fucking starving and there’s only little bread balls left.” Pure agony flashes across his face. “I’m fucking wasted, too. Drank too much on an empty stomach. Hey, did you know—”

As if by divine intervention, your stomach growls, too. “Yeah,” you say, cutting off whatever fun fact Namjoon was about to share with you. Probably something gross about ruminants and camelids. “Shit, I’m hungry, too. When’s dinner supposed to be?”

“No clue. Some fancy place like this, though? Probably late. Hobi said something about springing for the extended cocktail hour.”

You frown. “Not one person in a weird bow tie has offered me a bacon-wrapped scallop on a skewer or a tiny quiche. I feel ripped off.”

“I’m way too drunk to eat a quiche right now. I’d probably throw up.”

A snort escapes you. “Good, because there aren’t any.” You sigh, then, a wistful look on your face as you recall all the nights in university that you and Namjoon had gone to parties. Got too drunk and had to stumble back to your dorms, stopping every so often so he could groan and throw up in some poor bastard’s shrubbery. Sometimes you’d drink a lot but not too much and stumble into a McDonald’s instead, order way too much food, and eat it on a curb in the parking lot.

“Oh my god.” You moan in a way that’s not appropriate for a wedding reception. Namjoon chokes on a bread ball. “You know what I just thought about?”

“McDonald’s? Because that’s what I’m thinking about.”

Chicken nuggets dance at the edge of your vision. Greasy, soggy fries call to you like a siren song. You can feel the burn of that demonic Sprite in the hinges of your jaw, your lips puckering in anticipation. “Yeah,” you reply, tone a little dazed. “Fuck, I’m so fucking hungry.”

Namjoon looks around the room. Takes note of where everyone is, what they’re doing, how long it’ll take before they’re done doing it. “We couldn’t,” he says, but the wistful look in his eyes gives him away. “We shouldn’t.” A pause. “We shouldn’t?”

No, you probably shouldn’t. “No, we probably shouldn’t,” you agree, “but I know from experience we can bribe Taehyung to cover for us if we bring him back a McFlurry. And, really, if you think about it, Yoongi and Hobi can’t even be mad because who lets their wedding guests starve.”

Namjoon clicks his tongue. “That’s a good point.”

“You say that as if I don’t always have good points,” you quip, almost offended at the insinuation.

“You don’t.”

It’s full-blown offense, now. “Excuse you. What the hell does that mean?”

Namjoon looks ready to fight to the death over this, a PowerPoint presentation full of bulleted lists practically shining behind those eyes of his, but then his stomach rumbles embarrassingly loud and he flushes. “Do you wanna…?”

Those goddamn chicken nuggets are calling to you again. “Yeah,” you decide, no hesitation as you stand and hold your hand out to him. Well, you try to stand. All those drinks you’d thrown back are hitting you at once and you teeter a little on your feet, your hand missing Namjoon’s the first four times he tries to grab it. “Let’s go,” you say once there’s finally contact. Namjoon’s hand is warm, steadying.

You pluck a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing waiter, unable to cope.

For some reason, Namjoon does the same.

***

“I always told you I’d take you to dinner in Paris.”

You snort, choking on a piece of chicken nugget. The replica Eiffel Tower gleams behind you as you both sit on the sidewalk, too drunk to care about ruining your expensive clothes. “Not once have you ever said that.”

Namjoon frowns, looking far too serious for a discussion like this. “I definitely have.” Looking over at him, you shake your head as you fight off a smile. Namjoon has never told you he’d take you to dinner in Paris. That’s not something you’d forget. “Well, I’ve definitely thought about it, then.”

“I don’t think that counts,” you say, shoving a handful of fries in your mouth. Your lips are greasy when you smack them together, the salt making them burn a little. “What good does it do me if you just think about it and never do it.”

The words seem to strike a chord with him. He looks over at you, gaze sharp and stone cold sober. Not like he’s seeing you for the first time, but—there’s definitely something there. Something new.

You think he might say something. Feels like the time and place for a confession. Namjoon’s definitely antsy like he’s talking himself up to deliver one, but he just snaps his jaw shut each time he opens it. Shoves more food in his mouth each time you think he might finally do it. Then he’s reaching into his coat pocket to pull out two tiny bottles of liquor he’d nicked from the mini bar in his hotel room.

He offers you one and you take it, unable to wipe the disappointment off your face.

***

The inside of your mouth tastes like battery acid.

Not to mention the throbbing in your skull, the way your entire body protests as soon as you open your eyes to golden sunlight. Your brain seems to be protesting most of all, seemingly taking the day off from recalling everything that happened once you and Namjoon had left the reception the night before. Fast food seems to have been involved, judging from the way your stomach roils, but there’s only a Windows shutdown screen beyond that.

“Wow, I feel like shit.”

You startle, barely resisting the urge to scream. Whether it’s out of fear or the overwhelming sense of disappointment that you’d taken someone back to your room that was almost certainly subpar, you’re not sure. You’re far too hungover to deal with the awkward this was great, but I have places to be talk.

But that voice—you’d know that voice anywhere, and that overwhelming sense of disappointment turns into an overwhelming sense of dread. Having sex with Namjoon has always been at the very top of your list of No Good, Very Bad Ideas. A logistical nightmare, if you’re being honest and completely putting aside the two billion daydreams you’ve had about how it’d feel to get railed by your best friend. Not to mention you’d done it drunk, because now you know how it feels to get railed by your best friend and you can’t even remember.

You swallow, trying desperately to keep the nausea at bay. You’re never eating McDonald’s again. “Um. Did—did we…?”

Namjoon’s silent only as long as it takes for him to take stock of the situation. The gears are clearly whirring in that giant brain of his, and if you didn’t feel like your entire world was falling apart, you’d spare a moment to appreciate how fucking hot he looks when he’s thinking. “I don’t—” He takes a peek beneath the duvet and immediately looks less green. “Well, I’m still wearing my suit pants, so I don’t—I don’t think we did.”

“Oh.” You take a peek, too. “I'm still in my dress.”

Namjoon nods. “That’s… that’s good, right?”

“Yeah. Yes.”

“Do you remember anything after we left the reception?”

You stay planted on your back, refusing to meet his eye. The ceiling is nice. A great ceiling. Has probably seen lots of debauchery. “I vaguely recall choking on a chicken nugget.”

“Okay. That’s—it’s a start.”

“Yeah. Do you?” Namjoon shakes his head. “Okay. Well, I guess—maybe we just ate McDonald’s and went back to the reception?”

Namjoon nods again, but it’s very weak and not at all convincing. “Yeah, maybe. Hey—maybe we can try, uh, checking our phones? We promised Tae a McFlurry. He definitely would’ve thrown a fit if we forgot.”

“Good point.”

You can see Namjoon smile in your peripheral vision. “You say that as if I don’t always have good points,” he teases gently, parroting your words from the night before.

Despite the clusterfuck in which you’ve found yourselves, you smile, too.

And it’s immediately wiped off your face once you grab your phone and take a look at your lock screen.

Because there, set as your wallpaper, right below the time and the onslaught of text messages asking where you were, is a picture of you and Namjoon, clearly taken the night before.

Because you’re in your dress—the expensive one Jimin has insisted on, and thank god he did because you look incredible—and Namjoon’s in his suit.

Because there’s a man you’ve never seen before standing in between you, smiling at you both.

Because he’s dressed like Elvis.

Because you and Namjoon are kissing, each of you holding up one side of a sign that says JUST MARRIED!

“Oh no,” Namjoon wails. “Oh no, oh fuck, please no—”

You want to say something, maybe give him some kind of reassurance or comfort, but you can’t stop staring. Your life is in shambles and all you can think about is how good you look together. How it must’ve felt to finally kiss him, if those plush lips felt as good as you’ve concluded they must.

Namjoon holds his left hand in front of him. It’s shaking horribly, but not badly enough to obscure the thin gold band on his ring finger. “Please tell me we didn’t…” He takes in a deep breath, tries not to hyperventilate. “Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.”

He reaches for your hand, then. Finds it beneath the comforter and holds it up, face crumpling immediately as he sees a matching ring on your finger.

And it’s not really the point, all things considered, but Namjoon’s reaction makes you want to cry. Of course he doesn’t want to be married to you, but the obvious and enthusiastic rejection still stings. You’re not sure what other response you expected, but this one’s about as bad as it can get.

You roll onto your side. Pretend to be rifling through your things so Namjoon doesn’t see the swell of tears on your lash line. “I, um. I’m sure it wo-won’t be hard to get it annulled.” You thumb away the wetness beneath your eyes. “I’m sure there’s a million places. We’re—we’re not the first people to get drunk and wake up married, you know?”

Namjoon hears the thickness in your voice. There’s no way he doesn’t, because you can hear it too and it’s impossible to hide. And he just sighs, places his hand cautiously on the swell of your hip. “I’m sorry,” he says, and you’re not sure he’s ever sounded so small. “I shouldn’t have…” He trails off, clearly unsure what he’s apologizing for.

“Yeah. It’s—it’s fine. Maybe we should just… take some time. Come up with a plan. We can reconvene in a few hours once we’re thinking more clearly.”

Namjoon just nods. He doesn’t say another word as you gather your things and slink down the hall to your own room.

***

“You did WHAT?”

Sighing, you pinch the bridge of your nose and tell yourself not to cry. You’d done enough of that in the shower. Over all four cups of coffee, too. “Don’t—please don’t yell at me.”

“Why not?” Hoseok huffs on the other end of the phone. You can hear Yoongi asking stupid questions in the background.

“Because,” you argue weakly. “I—I just feel stupid, okay? You know I’ve had feelings for Namjoon forever, and maybe something could’ve come from that, once upon a time, but we just fucked up so bad there’s no coming back from it.” A shaky exhale.“He’s probably never going to speak to me again, so not only do I have to mourn a relationship that never was and never will be, I’m also going to lose my best friend. And get a divorce. All before noon.”

Hoseok scoffs. “First of all, I’m your best friend, so that part is clearly untrue. And secondly, you’re not getting a divorce, you’re getting an annulment.”

Let no man say Jung Hoseok isn’t comforting.

“Wow, thanks a lot, Hobi. You’re a real pal.”

He clicks his tongue. “Wow yourself! You’re the one who called me in a panic the day after my wedding! I was blissfully getting railed by my husband—”

“Okay,” you sigh. “I get it. I’m sorry, I’ll let you go.”

“Hey, no, that’s—I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry. I just… didn’t expect this. I’m sorry.”

“You and me both.”

Hoseok’s tone is impossibly soft when he speaks again. “What are you gonna do?”

“What choice do we have? We’ll obviously get it annulled and pretend this never happened.”

He hesitates. “Yeah, I—I guess that’s the best idea, huh?”

Before you can answer, there’s a knock on the door. You bid Hoseok a quick goodbye before you move to answer it, feet dragging the entire way. You’re not surprised to see Namjoon, but that doesn’t stop your hands from shaking. Doesn’t mean the sight of him doesn’t take your breath away.

“Hi,” you say, trying to offer up a smile. “Come in.”

You’re not sure what to do with all your nervous energy so you perch on the edge of the bed, run your sweaty hands up and down your thighs. Namjoon doesn’t seem to be faring much better. Can’t seem to leave his hair alone. Can’t keep his eyes off the floor.

Finally he sighs, sits next to you on the bed. Not close enough to touch, but close enough for you to feel his body heat. “I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to be honest with me, okay? And I mean honest-honest. There’s no wrong answer here.”

You gulp. “Er, okay.”

Namjoon gulps, too, Adam’s apple bobbing obviously in his throat. “Doyouhavefeelingsforme?”

You blink. “What.”

“Doyouhavefeelingsforme,” he repeats.

“Joonie, can you slow down? I can’t understand a fucking thing you’re saying.”

He whimpers. Takes a deep breath. “Do. You. Have. Feelings. For me.”

Oh. Well, this certainly feels like a question that has a right or wrong answer. Feels like a question that’ll decide the fate of the universe, one that has an impossible amount of consequences.

“Uh,” you respond eloquently.

Eyes still locked on the floor, Namjoon grabs your hand. You try to ignore the feeling of his wedding band against your skin. “Honest-honest, remember?”

Of course you remember, but how can you possibly put years of feelings into words? How can you justify being in love with your best friend for so long and never telling him despite there being no secrets between you? How can you tell the truth and be selfish enough to ask him to stay, to fix the mess the two of you have made? Because you can be honest, you can deal with the repercussions, but you can’t stomach losing your best friend.

But, if nothing else, you can at least give him what he’s asking for.

“Yes.”

Namjoon slumps. Releases a very fractured breath, and this is it, you think. This is the part where he lets you down with a kindness only Namjoon possesses. This is the part where he regrets to inform you he doesn’t feel the same and extends a half-assed offer to still be friends because he feels obligated to.

Instead, this is the part where he says, “Thank fuck,” and laughs at your dumbfounded expression. Then he moves in to kiss it off your face entirely, and yes, those plush, pillowy lips of his do feel just as good as you’ve imagined. Better, even.

The two of you kiss for what feels like hours. He kisses you slowly and with intent. Kisses you until you feel all the love you have for him returned tenfold. Kisses you until you’re dizzy and drunk on him. Kisses you until you’re laughing until you cry that the first time the two of you are kissing is as husband and wife. Kisses you until you don’t care about the consequences. Kisses you until he’s pulling away to say—

“Maybe it’s too soon to ask, but do you want to, maybe, like… stay married?”

And then you’re laughing again, tears staining your cheeks that Namjoon thumbs away even though he doesn’t get it. Doesn’t know why you’re laughing, if it’s at him or with him or at the situation.

“Sorry,” you giggle, “it’s just—you’re the first person to ever ask me that.”

Namjoon’s smile is large and infectious. Has his dimples displayed prominently. “Oh, really?” He presses another kiss to your temple. “So this isn’t a habit of yours, getting drunk at weddings and waking up married?”

You press your no into his mouth. “Just this once.”

“And what’s the verdict?” he asks, tone teasing but there’s vulnerability beneath it. “No wrong answer again. I know this is really backwards.”

You go quiet. “You’d want to stay married? You, Kim Namjoon, the most traditional man on the face of the earth?”

He scoffs. “I am not—”

“Mr. House in the Suburbs With a White Picket Fence?”

“Come on—”

“Mr. Two Kids and a Dog? Mr. Five-Hundred Wedding Guests? Mr. One True Love? Mr. Wifeguy—”

Namjoon groans. “I want a divorce.”

“It’s an annulment, not a divorce.”

“Then I want that, too.”

You shriek with laughter, rolling onto your side to face him. Namjoon is gorgeous all the time, but he’s most gorgeous when he’s happy. That pure, untainted happiness you see on him now. “Do you really?”

“No,” he answers, whisper-soft. “Do you?”

Maybe it’s the dumbest idea you’ve ever had, or maybe it’s the smartest, but you press another no into his mouth.

#jewel answers #jewel writes #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #i’m still working through the rest of the requests in my inbox!#they should all be done this week <3

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hopefullystillatheatrestudent · 4 years ago

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The One Where Jensen Ackles Confirmed Cockles in 2016(????) No. Seriously. For real.

this is a DOOZY. strap in folks.

DISCLAIMER: this is chock full of rps. if you are against cockles/jenmish in any way, this post is not for you. however, if you’re like me, ummmmm...

alright. so. we are REALLY in it now, cockles truthers. and make no mistake, i DO NOT want to undersell the significance of what we have found on this glorious day in 2021.

BUT HEY! DISCLAIMER FIRST, THOUGH IT SHOULD GO WITHOUT SAYING! do not EVER bring this to jensen and misha’s attention. do not comment disrespectful things on social media. when cons/panels start again, don’t ask them questions about it. ever!!! that’s super weird, for one thing, and for two, they won’t give you the answer you want anyway! so, yeah. just be decent, y’all. let’s continue.

so my dear mutual @green-blue-heller made this post today and i promptly lost my mind. in it, they link this video:

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as far as i can tell, it’s from VegasCon 2016 but was only unprivated on january 24, 2020(dean winchester’s birthday??? wow ok) for some reason, and we have overlooked it until now. to whoever it was that posted it, THANK you for my reason for being and this delayed gratification five years later. anyway, let’s get into it.

right off the bat, those expressions in the thumbnail kind of tell you all you need to know about what we’re venturing into. i have to thank BOTH jensen AND j*red for being ridiculously transparent. i mean...j*red purposefully avoiding eye contact with jensen and looking at the ceiling with his eyebrows raised sky high? jensen hiding his face in his hands, smiling and blushing like a fool, the misha face™ & grin???

so let’s break down what happens with timestamps and everything.

so! i looked up what the question was, i scoured through the entire Vegas Con video, and here it is:

‘My question is for Jensen and Jared. You guys are both happily married, and I noticed that many people had a hard time explaining how they know their significant other is the one. The one they want to spend the rest of their life with, the one that they want to be with, and so, I wanted to ask you guys, how did you know that your current- who you’re with now(audience laughter cuts the rest of the question off and it’s unintelligible)’ ….i’m solidly guessing that the end of that question boils down to ‘was the one’. (....i...uhhhh....have some thoughts on how this question affected jensen, and i will be going into them later.)

Jared: *laughs* Jared, Jensen. When did you first meet your future ex-wives?

*both of them laugh*

Jared: I’m just kidding-I get what you’re trying to say and thank you, um...I, uh, I guess my current wife, uh-

*both laugh again*

Jensen: (sarcastically) Let’s start with her.

Jared: (repeats) Let’s start with her. I, uh, I...you said something kinda, uh, amazing in your question, which is that a lot of people have a tough time or a difficult time explaining to their significant others or to themselves what it is. And I guess I feel that I have no way to possibly explain it to myself or to her... I remember that I had been in a relationship and that I was single and I was like ‘I am not interested in getting in a relationship’ and then she and I went on a date and I was like, ‘I can’t go anywhere else. I’m not interested.’ So, that was kinda what, um, what started it for me *clears throat loudly* Uh. Yeah, I just feel like (searching for words) she makes me a better person-there are a lot of people that make you a better person, and so that’s not enough, I don’t think-or maybe it is, who knows-um...I don’t know, I can’t really...if I could explain, I’d be a poet.

here’s where things start to get interesting. before jared says ‘If I could explain, I’d be a poet,’ Jensen’s face looks like this:

stoic, thoughtful, composed. and then AFTER jared says that his face makes THIS little journey:

go watch it for yourself. this man is ridiculous. in terms of body language? he gazes up and AWAY from jared. it is a private thought, he is not sharing in jared’s joke with him, if at all. it is his own personal musings that make his face LIGHT up like that. this fool looks lovestruck!!! this fool is lovestruck!!!

now, i think it goes without saying, but there is an obvious cockles reason that springs to mind for this reaction. (hint: misha is a poet. that’s it, that’s the reason.) i don’t think jared intentionally said this with misha in mind, but jensen’s thoughts IMMEDIATELY went there. whether or not this is because he was already planning on answering and hinting at his relationship with misha before jared says this, which i think he was-you can certainly see the wheels turning in jensen’s head before this moment-his brain involuntarily makes the connection and it shows in his glowing smile. after that remark...jensen’s gone. he’s whipped. and he HAS to say something about it.

continuing from where we left off:

Jared: ...and I would love to be a poet. (thought it would be fun to mention that at this point Jensen catches what his face did and immediately looks over to Jared and WIPES the expression of his face...but it’s too late, because someone recorded it, i saw it, and now i’m writing about it five years later)

Jared: But uhh…

Jensen: (interrupting) Just tap me when you want me to take over.

i think that jensen is simultaneously joking and is also more than ready to say what he’s been composing in his head diligently for the last thirty or so seconds. he has made up his mind, and is now ready to drop the bomb on us.

*audience laughs, Jared playfully swats at him*

Jared: Uh… *thinks in silence for a bit* It’s really difficult, it’s really difficult. She makes me feel safe, she makes me feel loved. Uh...when...I’m in a position where I don’t love myself, I know she loves me, you know, um...she’s just an awesome, awesome lady.

*audience claps*

alright! so in terms of my OWN analysis for what’s happened up until this point, the conclusion i have come to is that there was something in the question that was asked that sets jensen’s mind off about misha, and i think it was the ‘the one’ comment. if we’re putting our cockles goggles on, jensen doesn’t HAVE a ‘the one’. he resents thinking like that. i’m also very intuitive, and i get a sense that jensen is an honest person and can’t really tell a convincing lie. i mean...we all saw that horrible airbnb debacle, right? and his slip up when he accidentally confirms that misha woke up and said ‘i miss (maison)’[which how would you know that unless you were...nvm] and became a stammering mess and had to sit down and cover his face. and that misha is always the one to take the lead when it comes to denying clothes sharing, for instance. jensen has never ONCE attempted to explain that away, because i don’t think anyone would believe him, and i think he’s incapable of doing so because he’s not a dishonest person and can’t lie easily. i’m the same way, so to avoid telling a lie i always speak partial truths, and i’m 99% sure jensen is well versed in this talent as well. oh, also, just to really land my point....we all know how he feels about the finale because he can’t make himself speak well on it. he’ll gush about 15x18 and the PEOPLE BEHIND the finale, but he has not uttered one. positive. word. about the actual finale itself. i mean, we all know what he thinks about it. in his own way, he has made his rage glaringly obvious. and i think he’s doing that exact thing here, where he resents the implication that daneel is the only ‘one’ for him, because that’s simply not true, and he can’t and won’t lie about something like that.

i watched it back again and wrote notes on jensen’s body language as he’s processing the question. here they are:

from 0:13 to 1:21, jensen:

looks down - tenses face - searching eyes, lost in thought - jared’s comment brings him out of it but it takes a second - fidgets, adjusts clothes, looks at jared - bites the inside of his cheeks and moves tongue around his mouth(pacifying gesture) - eyes start wandering away from jared, looks down and tenses face, looks back at jared - then looks away, eyes and mind far from the panel and pondering the question itself - somewhat wistful expression, gears clearly turning in his head, lips pursed, stops reacting to what jared is saying, fingers start fidgeting, eyes have moved downward as he is lost in thought - something shifts in his brain, he looks to the ceiling, fidgets and adjusts his clothing, squints and seems to resolve an inner thought - slightly comes back down to earth with newfound resolution - and then jared’s ‘i would be a poet’ comment happens while he’s coming down from that

i mean, this obviously doesn’t necessarily mean anything huge(yet), all it shows is that this question took a lot of thinking for him. when you compare it to how jared kind of just dove in?

anyway; so then jared’s done, he slaps jensen’s thigh to indicate it’s his turn, jensen makes THAT face you see in the thumbnail, jared’s eyebrows raise, jensen looks down and scratches his forehead, and then makes the statement of a lifetime.

here’s the link for this next part

Jensen: Ummm..I kind of feel like there’s two types of people ..uh..in regards to marriage and the, the one. Uh, it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you. And, I kind of find myself in between both of those(...types of people). And uh, and so, it can be a scary endeavour, and it can, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, um, but I think it’s a, uh, it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey that, uh, if you’re willing to stick it out with one another, can be an amazing, beautiful thing and I’m glad that I picked the partner and the teammate that I have, so.

i’ll give you like a second to recuperate before we dig in.

let’s start with both jared and jensen’s body language first, because it wasn’t even the words that clued me in, it was whatever the hell was going on with jared’s face.

i really wish i could gif, but i can only attempt to convey the SPEED and VIGOUR with which jared snaps his head toward jensen.

these pictures are objectively hilarious because you can see the entire mental journey that jared goes on. he was aloof and kind of relaxed because he was done, it’s jensen’s turn now, he’s surely not gonna out himself with this question right? and then jensen goes ahead and says ‘there are two-’ and jared instantly zones right into jensen with a look of horror on his face, that he tries to contain, but does so unsuccessfully. that is the face of a man who is internally freaking out, thought to himself ‘did he seriously just say...’ and is kind of staring at the culprit in shock and awe.

i know that’s what’s happening, because this is not the first time we’ve seen him react like this to something jensen has said. the classic head whip. a few examples, just off the top of my head:

1. ‘he has, hasn’t he?’

2. ‘he sounds like that in the morning’ ‘how do you know’

3. when he whips his head around when he notices jensen’s face(and instantly understands when he realizes it’s misha)

so yeah, i’m sure you get it by now. jared can’t really keep it off of his face. there’s no real analyzing to be done here...it’s just an obvious tell on his part. there’s no real reason for him to have reacted this way if jensen was saying something inconspicuous, is there? he would have continued to just kind of space out if jensen hadn’t just said something jarringly questionable.

as for jensen’s body language, i can’t really tell where he’s looking from either angle of both videos i’ve seen. sometimes it seems like he’s looking straight at jared, and maybe nods at him once, but he could also(and is most likely) looking at the fan who asked the question. i don’t think there’s anything particularly telling about his body language because i think he rehearsed his answer in his head and also, he’s not shying away because he’s not lying about anything. like...everything he’s saying is true, so he’s not going to have any tells. and it’s the fact that he is TELLING THE TRUTH that is freaking jared out.

now for what he actually says. because oh my god.

right off the bat, he says “i kind of feel like there’s two types of people..” and first off, what? what does that even mean? if you think of it in terms of ‘this is about daneel and only daneel’....isn’t this a realllyyyyy strange thing to start out with? objectively? the question that was asked to him was ‘how did you know they were the one?’ and he goes ‘actually there’s TWO types of people’ ...like, jensen never answers the question at hand.

and then he goes “in regards to marriage and the one”. i hope i’m not the only one who noticed he said the words ‘the one’ in a resentful and kind of degrading tone? seriously, listen to it again. he seems like he’s almost mocking that sentiment. i swear i’m not making it up, it really sounds like that to me.

and then he says “-it’s the ones that just, just know with an absolute and, and have a certainty of like, this is the one for me, unequivocally. And then there’s those who are, you know, I don’t know, I’m scared, but I’m willing to take that leap of faith with you.” *NON TINHAT VERSION OF EVENTS* what he could mean, i guess, is he was both scared to be with daneel but also knew she was the one for him. which....ok. alright. *TINHAT BACK ON* first off, there’s absolutely no risk with daneel. that’s not a judgement, because i love her; it’s just true. she’s a pretty, talented, amazing woman and they are very much in love. i’m not sure what risks he’s taking there. next up: pretty strange wording then, don’t you think? idk, if it were you, and you wanted to get that point across, wouldn’t you use words like ‘she both scared me and i knew i wanted to be with her at the same time’ and NOT this convoluted mess of ‘there’s two types of people and they are both drastically different but also one and the same’?

SECOND OF ALL, as many people have pointed out.....he never uses pronouns. this is strange. jared does. jared says gen’s name, even. and uses ‘she’ and ‘her’. jensen never once does that, he practically refuses to do so. and yes, i fully believe it is entirely intentional.

because if you look at this phrase from a cockles lens it makes more sense then if you do not.

the one that jensen knows, unequivocally, with the utmost certainty, is the one for him, no doubts, no risks; is daneel. the one that he doesn’t know about, is scared of being with, but is willing to take that leap of faith anyway; is misha. and all of a sudden the puzzle pieces fall into place.

because he goes on to say “I kind of find myself in between both of those.”

he doesn’t say ‘i find myself in between both of those...with her.’ nope. he’s just...in between. caught in the middle. of those two types of people. translation: of those two people. mish. dee.

“And it can be a scary endeavour, and it will certainly have it’s ups and downs, but I think it’s a bond, and it’s a connection, and it’s a friendship, and it’s a ride, and it’s a journey...”

every single one of those words can be applied to more than one person. think about it. bond(between three people). connection(between three people). friendship(between three people!!!). there’s no ‘partnership’ in here, which does only apply to two people.

lastly, “i’m glad i picked the partner and the teammate that i have.”

ok, look. you can easily say that it’s just one person he’s talking about here! of course you can. but this is jensen ackles we’re talking about. jensen ‘rock and pebble’ ackles. jensen ‘mish. dee.’ ackles. so yes. i definitely think that ‘the partner and the teammate’ fall into this category. and i think daneel is the partner and misha is the teammate.

to put it matter-of-factly: you simply cannot prove that this isn’t about a poly relationship. there is absolutely nothing he says that makes it obvious he is talking about one person here. because he isn’t.

i just feel like, in the simplest terms, if this were about only daneel, that he would not be using these weird phrases that are half-hidden truths. just to compare, i watched another panel where pretty much the exact same question was asked, minus the whole ‘the one’ debacle, and, just as i suspected, it was an entirely different answer. he talks about the moment where he knew he liked her. her, specifically. says the name daneel. gushes about her. there’s no tiptoeing and weird pronoun usage and vague terminology.

tl; dr : i think he answered the question this way because there is no ‘the one’ in his life. and he is physically incapable of leaving misha out when talking about ‘the one’ because he has TWO ‘the ones’. and he wants to answer the question to the best of his best ability, but lying is unnatural to him. he will talk about daneel at length and misha at length, but i honestly to my core don’t think you could make him choose between the two. oh! and we literally had confirmation all the way back in fucking 2016, we just never paid attention until now. so......thanks, jensen?

sorry, this got super long, but i hope i warned you well enough.

#helloooo cockles truthing community #my anxiety is sky-high rn bc this is so damning for them #but i mean i can't feel bad because jensen SAID those things.#anyway am i contributing to cockles lore??? god i hope so #i mean it when i say i am SWEATING #if you think i'm reaching...i know more than you #rps for ts #team dumpster mansion #cockles confirmation #cockles #jenmish #long post for ts #cockles meta #relationship spec #all that jazz #jensenxmisha #mine

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in-my-feels-probably · 2 years ago

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Congrats on 300 followers!! I requested a ship for your 100 celebration and I remember loving it so much! It's been so amazing to see your blog grow! May I please get one for stranger things this time around? I'm a straight female, she/her.

My favorite songs are - sober by lorde // quiet light by the national // mutual future, Roddy and end of beginning by djo // Maps and different today by yeah yeah yeahs

My favorite quote - Any line from the Beatrice letter, (it's here if you wanna read it, it's well worth the read!) but my favorite has to be - I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday (...) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther away from one another, where we were once were so close. I will love you until the chances of us running into each other slip from skim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory (...) that's how I'll love you even as the world goes on it's wicked way.

I love this because it's really heartfelt and it really must be a privilege to be loved this way!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down!

I'm really sorry about how long this ask got! Thank you so much, congrats once again <3 <3

hi! don't worry about the length, detail helps. thank you for participating, and thank you for sticking around and supporting my work, I really appreciate you <3

you have really good music taste, i like lorde and djo a lot too.

thank you for sending the letter, that was really sweet. i'm normally not into the really sappy poems, but there's something about hopelessly romantic people that draws me in. i think we all want to be loved that way.

i ship you with steve!

he's such a sap, and desperately wants to be loved the way he loves other people, and i think he'd find that in you. while i don't consider him the most academic or witty, i think he would enjoy joking around with you and having hours long conversations about anything, just so he could be around you and listen to you talk. also, i'd consider 5'9 to be tall, at least for a girl, and something tells me a tall girl would have steve whipped. from the way you dress, i think he'd find you a little intimidating, but he'd be drawn to you. in a similar way to nancy, i think he'd find a powerful woman attractive.

this is cheesy, but i think he'd be genuinely lovestruck by you, and would follow you anywhere just to be around you. he'd be bored out of his mind sitting at the foot of your bed, watching you read or catch up on school work.

he'd huff for the thousandth time in the past 5 minutes, and you'd finally pause and look up. "you don't have to be here, steve. i told you i'd be no fun today."

he'd quickly shake his head. "no! no, i'm having a blast, really."

you knew he was lying, but you also knew he never really liked being alone, and would make up any excuse to be around someone, especially if it was you. you'd sit in silence for a few more minutes, occasionally glancing up to see steve, all spaced out with a dopey grin on his face.

"what is it?" you'd finally ask, putting your book to the side, giving him your full attention.

"nothing," he'd murmur, cheeks heated when you caught him staring. "it's just a privilege to be loved by you."

that would be enough to make you melt into a puddle, so in awe of how you found someone that was so like you, and who understood what it was like to want that ache in your heart and the butterflies in your stomach.

you'd move all your things to the side, laying back against the headboard, opening your arms. "alright lover boy, that might be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. come here."

and he'd happily oblige you.

hope you liked this, thank you so much again for participating and supporting. you sound really cool, i'm glad to have you here :)

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mxndoscyarika · 4 years ago

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Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice (Sam Wilson x fem!Reader) | Chapter 1: Snickerdoodles

Summary: Being best friends with Sarah Wilson was simultaneously the easiest and hardest thing you’ve ever experienced. You felt at home with the Wilsons, and helped raise Sarah’s children after her divorce and the Snap. But harboring feelings for her brother, Sam, and not being able to do anything about it hurt more than it should. When he comes back home between leads on Karli Morgenthau, with Bucky in tow, you can’t help but feel a spark of hope.

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Warnings: food, mutual pining, jealousy, tfatws spoilers

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“Careful, AJ, the tray’s hot,” you warned as AJ and his brother burst through the doors of the house. They still had their backpacks on, the zippers and keychains jingling as they ran up to you with all the energy two young boys could hold. “What’s going on?”

“I think a better question is: what are you doing in my house?”

Your eyes widened. You recognized that voice. When you looked up, you were greeted with Sam standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his own bag slung over his shoulder.

“Uncle Sam is home!” the boys cheered, running back to Sam and smothering him with hugs. They easily reached past his waist by now; they couldn’t stay little forever.

He looked as great as you remembered, his kind smile and sparkling eyes making you feel butterflies in your stomach even after all these years. No amount of high school sleepovers with Sarah, weekend dinners, or summer drives could’ve changed that. The fact that his shirt fit him perfectly definitely didn’t help, either.

“Welcome home, Sam,” you greeted, unable to keep a smile off your face. Fidgeting with your hands, you explained, “I’m doing some baking to test recipes and also make dessert for Sarah’s box lunches. If I knew you were coming home, I’d have gone to pick you up.”

The last couple times he’d visited, you were busy at work. And as much as you wanted to stop by, you knew Sarah missed her brother. It would’ve been selfish for you to show up during their short reunion.

What you didn’t know was that Sam went through his visit waiting for your car to pull up on the driveway, or park by the dock. Sarah had called him a lovesick puppy.

“Don’t ‘Welcome home, Sam’ me, come here.” He waved you over, lifting his arm so you could slip into his embrace.

Laughing softly, you hugged him tightly around the waist and rested your head against his shoulder. You tried not to think too hard about how you fit perfectly against him, the warmth and strength of him like the missing piece of the puzzle that was your life. “We missed you a lot.”

“I missed you, too,” Sam replied softly, his arm tightening around you just a little. The soft rumble of his voice made your heart flutter. “I really need to come back more often. Next thing I know, the boys will be as tall as me and you’ll be married to the luckiest bastard in the world.”

“Not that lucky,” you reasoned, pulling him along to the tray of cookies. “I’ve been doing lots of recipe testing, and my apartment is already full of cookies and cakes. It would drive anyone crazy. I don’t think even the biggest dessert person would be able to stand it.”

His eyes lit up at the sight of the cookies. “I didn’t know you knew how to make snickerdoodles. Can I have one?”

“Go for it,” you said, touching the edge of the tray to make sure it wasn’t hot anymore. “You can be my taste tester. The ones in stores are always too sweet, so I figured I would make my own.”

“I’ve been telling you: your baking skills are unmatched,” he said. A moan left his lips as he bit into the cinnamon-sugar cookie, causing your face to heat up. “Between your baking and Sarah’s cooking, I’m surprised neither of you have opened a bakery or restaurant. The line would go down the street.”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly in the best position to open a bakery these past few years,” you noted, leaning against the counter next to him. Your day job wasn’t fulfilling, but it was what you needed to stay afloat. Baking, on the other hand...it was a dream. If you could spend your days baking instead of sitting in an office, you would. But you dreamed of a lot of things. You didn’t quite realize how close you were until you looked up and found yourself face to face with him. His gentle smile and soft eyes made you look away quickly, not wanting him to think you were staring. Although you totally were. “Anyways, what brings you back here?”

The door opened again, and in walked Sarah and Bucky Barnes, the two chatting away with bright smiles on their faces. You hadn’t seen Sarah quite that energetic in a long time; being a single mom and keeping the family business afloat definitely wasn’t easy. Even with your help in taking care of the boys after the Snap, you knew Sarah had a lot to shoulder.

“Who’s this, Sam? Your new partner?” you asked, walking up to introduce yourself. Meanwhile, Sarah busied herself with getting AJ and Cass to calm down and start on their homework.

“More like coworkers,” Bucky said, shaking your hand. “We figured that since there’s not much going on right now, we might as well lay low. This is a very nice house, by the way.”

Smiling, you replied, “It is. Well, this is Sarah’s house, so I guess you should be telling her that. I’m just helping out however I can.”

“I know, she told me about you on the way here,” he said, his voice soft like velvet. “All good things, I promise. Though it didn’t take me long to realize how great you are.”

Well, that caught you off guard. You couldn’t help but smile shyly and wave him off. “Oh. That’s very nice of you-”

“Hey Buck, why don’t you get settled in? We’ve still got some work to do on the boat.” Sam interjected, coming up behind you. Resting his hands on your arms protectively, he continued, “You can set your bag down in the living room, and we can figure something out for the night.”

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A couple days later, everyone was sitting around the dinner table, chatting over plates of peach cobbler. The chunks of golden fruit glistened with sugar and cinnamon, half-buried in buttery crumble and melting vanilla ice cream. You’d made it after work, driving from your apartment to make it with the Wilsons and Bucky. Sure, you could’ve made it at home and brought it over, but there was something special about a freshly-baked cobbler that was still bubbling from the oven.

“-And then Sam came over and took over peeling and cutting the peaches,” you began. “So-”

“And so, everyone made it through the prep with all their fingers intact,” Sam finished, laughing at your pout. Mimicking the way you held the paring knife, he explained, “The way she was holding the knife was terrifying! My blood pressure shot up just by watching her.”

He’d gently pried the knife out of your hands, insisting that he knew what he was doing. You’d rolled your eyes but obliged so you could focus on making the crumble. No matter how long you knew each other or how many times you proved yourself, he always had to butt in. It must’ve been an older brother thing, much to your dismay. As great of a brother you knew he was, you didn’t want to be his little sister. You wanted something more than that.

“Oh no, you sit back down,” Sam started, making you pause your cleanup. He went around and stacked up the empty plates, shaking his head fondly. You tried not to look too lovestruck as his arm brushed against yours, the touch gentle and warm. “Bucky and I will take care of the dishes. You girls just relax, ok?”

You watched them go, your gaze lingering on Sam’s broad shoulders. That was one thing that made you fall in love with him; whenever he was around, you felt safe and cared for. His hugs were a luxury, and his kindness a rarity in today’s society. Maybe he thought you would get married, but you wondered why he hadn’t found the one. He’d looked so handsome at Sarah’s wedding, you could just picture him standing at the altar someday.

“I saw that look.”

You blinked. “Look? What look?”

Sarah smirked and rested her head on her hand. “You can’t fool me. I saw you making those googly eyes at my brother.” When you sank into your seat in embarrassment, she laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad. Actually...I’m excited to see where this goes.”

“Nothing’s going anywhere,” you said, rolling your eyes. It didn’t matter that you had feelings for Sam. After all, you were his sister’s best friend. If anything were to happen between the two of you, it could affect their relationship. You couldn’t do that to them, not after everything they’d been through.

It was hard enough to see him knowing that you were such a big part of Sarah’s life. Telling him would put that all at risk. What would Sarah tell the kids if you couldn’t ever come back?

“There’s always a chance,” she reasoned, keeping her voice low to make sure no one else could hear. “Besides, something tells me he wouldn’t say no. And I’m sure the kids would love to have you be their official aunt.”

You smiled, trying not to give into the glimmer of hope. “I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, then.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Bucky were huddled around the sink and covered in droplets of soapy water.

“You are an actual child,” Sam chuckled, flinching as Bucky flicked some suds at him.

“Not as childish as you for not telling her that you’re in love with her,” Bucky jabbed, rinsing a plate under the water before handing it to Sam for drying. “How long have you been at it, birdy?”

Sam sighed and shook his head amusedly. “You really want to go there?”

“I’m just saying, it’s kind of hypocritical that you can flirt with your sister’s best friend but I can’t flirt with Sarah,” Bucky said, giving him a knowing look.

“You do realize flirting with your coworker’s sister is worse, right?” Sam rebutted, putting the dried dishes away. “If you hurt her-”

“You’re changing the subject, Sam,” Bucky interrupted, letting the water rinse away the soap residue before shutting it off. Crossing his arms, he said, “You haven’t answered the question.”

Unable to look him in the eyes, Sam sighed and said quietly, “18 years.”

Bucky’s brows shot up. A mischievous grin appeared on his face, “Almost two decades. You’ve got it bad, huh?”

Bracing his arms on the counter, Sam smiled to himself. “We met shortly after I joined the military. We only got to know each other a little before I had to go again, but...she was something more to come home to, you know?”

“Wow, you talk like she’s your wife,” he teased, recalling the way Sam had held you. “Do you plan on ever telling her?”

“And risk making things awkward for my sister if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Sam shook his head. “I can’t do that.”

“Well, how do you know she doesn’t like you back? She looks at you a lot, always gets that cute little smile whenever you talk-”

“Wait, cute?”

Bucky held his hands up. “I’m just making an observation.” He smirked. “One that seems to get you a little jealous, am I right?”

“No-”

“You’re lying, I can tell by your body language” he cut off, smiling softly. Gesturing towards where you and Sarah were sitting, he said, “Let me just say this: if you don’t ever tell her, one day you’re going to feel much more jealous when you’re sitting in the audience of her wedding.”

---

“Hey Sam?”

The man jogged down the stairs. “You called?” He reeled back as you turned around with a forkful of funfetti cake, narrowly missing his face. “What’s this?”

You looked startled at how close he was, still holding the fork up. “Oh, I was just wondering if you’d taste this and tell me if it’s sweet enough.”

He chuckled softly and leaned in. “Of course, honey.”

Warmth spread through your body at the pet name. His lips closed around the fork just as Sarah walked in, drawing your attention away from the man in front of you.

At first, you were confused as to why she was grinning like a cheshire cat, but then you realized something: you were feeding Sam.

Your bodies were nearly pressed against each other, your free hand resting on his bicep as you fed him the cake. You became keenly aware of how close your faces were, and how at some point he’d rested his hands on your waist. Part of you wanted to savor this moment because it wasn’t likely to happen again. Another part of you wanted to run away and hide for doing something so ridiculous.

Sam turned his head and froze. Heat rushed up his face as his sister shot him a knowing look.

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