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lgg5989 · 2 years ago

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(Bitter)Sweet Dreamings

Thanks to @lightsabersandpens for this awesome request it was a ton of fun to write! Sorry it took so long to get out, my sister is my editor-in-chief and she is in college so sometimes my fics get backed up waiting for her review :)

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If Goose had known what he would experience when he laid down to sleep, he’s not sure that he would have gone to bed last night. He had fallen asleep quickly, when he was home with Carole wrapped up in his arms that was always the case.

His dreams had started out normal enough, nothing worthy of note happened. He usually didn’t have very vivid dreams, because it felt so real. If he closed his eyes he could see it play out before him again and again.

He was sitting behind Mav in the cockpit, but things were not right at all. There were two jets in front of them, and he heard Mav cuss as the plane started to act sporadically. He was keeping a close eye on the gauges in front of him when the altimeter went off, it was dropping fast so he shouted to Mav, “8000. 7000. 6000.”

He heard his friend shout back the one word that a pilot never wants to hear, “I can’t control it, Goose, eject, eject, eject!”

Goose pulled the handles, watching the canopy top pop off the jet, he barely heard Mav’s voice call out “Watch the canopy!” before his seat was jetting up into the atmosphere and projecting his body directly into the canopy.

Goose heard a sickening crack as his own head slammed into the canopy top, and Mav’s strangled cries as his lifeless body sank rapidly towards the water. Goose tried to move his arms and neck, but no matter how hard he tried, all he could feel was the straps of the parachute digging into his shoulders.

He hit the water hard, slowly sinking under the surface, panic starting to rise in his chest as he began to inhale water. Mav’s hands gripped him tightly and he heard his small cries of, “No…no….Goose no…”

Goose was suddenly looking up at the California sky, he was being held by Mav’s arms, his head pressed back to keep from rolling forward. He could feel Mav’s chest shaking below him as he cried. Tears streamed silently down his own face.

Suddenly, the world went black. He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn’t. He started to panic, this couldn’t be the end. He had Carole and Bradley, who was going to take care of them? Who was going to help Carole raise Bradley? How much of his son’s life was he going to miss if he died now? For Christ’s sake the boy was only two, he needed more time. He and Carole had yet to give him a little brother or sister.

As Goose felt his chest starting to constrict more and more, he found that he could finally open his eyes and what he saw startled him. Maverick was kneeling down next to a bed, a little boy beside him. Before he could say anything, Mav’s voice carried across the familiar room, “Okay Bradley, we have to say our prayers, like daddy taught you.”

“I got it uncle Mav,” Goose heard his son say quietly, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; if I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.”

“Good job buddy,” Mav said before he picked a now six or seven year old Bradley up and tucked him into bed, “Your momma is going to be right in to say goodnight, okay?”

“Okay, I love you uncle Mav,” Bradley said as Goose watched him pull Mav into a hug.

“I love you too buddy, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mav said to him, as he made his way back to the doorway of the room.

Goose’s heart leapt into his throat as Carole appeared in the doorway, “He’s ready for a story I think mom,” Mav said to her as he left the room.

“What book would you like, baby?” Carole asked him in her gentle tone.

“Can we read daddy’s favorite?” Goose heard Bradley ask excitedly.

“Okay honey,” Carole said, her face falling as she reached for Goodnight Moon. Goose sat in the corner, and watched his sweet wife struggle through the words that he knew she had memorized. He tried to get up from the chair, but it was like he was glued to it, his arms and legs refusing to move under his command. As the story went on, he found himself getting more and more tired and with the final ‘Goodnight Moon’ - Goose bolted upright in bed.

He sat in bed and tried to catch his breath, the dream had felt so real. Although there was no other option, he had a hard time accepting that it was just a dream. He hoped and prayed that he would never have to leave his family, especially like that. He tried to lay back down to sleep, but the thought that he could miss his son’s whole life scared the hell out of him, and suddenly a quiet cry rang out through the house. Goose got up quickly, trying not to wake Carole’s still sleeping form, and made his way to Bradley’s room.

He found his son standing up in his crib, which was getting a bit too small for the two year old.

“What’s wrong buddy?” he asked in a whisper as he scooped the baby up.

Bradley buried his head into Nick’s neck, little tears running down from his cheeks, “Bad dream?” Nick asked him.

He just shook his head, “I thought you left,” Bradley said into his neck.

“I’m right here buddy,” Nick said as he hugged Bradley tight, sitting down in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. Carole found him like that in the morning, sitting in the rocking chair in his boxers, Bradley asleep on his bare chest, the two of them letting out quiet snores.

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Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was not known to be an emotional man. He was how he flew, ice cold, no mistakes. At least that is what everyone said about him, well almost everyone. His mother said he was reckless. That he was a no good Navy pilot like his father, and that he would die like his father did, in the cockpit of a plane.

He hadn’t let what she said get to him, until the day that Nick Bradshaw died. Suddenly what his mom had been saying for years didn’t seem to be so far out of reach. If the Navy had bothered to look at what happened, they would see that it wasn’t Maverick’s fault that Nick had died, but Iceman’s own.

He shouldn’t have let his ego get in the way of letting Mav and Goose have the shot on Viper. It would have been easy to just break right and let them into the hole they had for the shot, but he hadn’t and it had cost a good man his life. Since the accident Ice had been having trouble sleeping. Every time he closed his eyes he could hear Mav and Goose shouting through his headset and the panic that had gripped him that day encompassed him again. Often he would wake soon after he fell asleep in a panic.

Tonight however, he was having a vivid dream. It was wild how real everything felt. He was older than he felt now, and everything had been going his way.

Ice was standing in front of the small crowd of Navy personnel who were stationed to the base at North Island. The Fleet Admiral was pinning his new ribbons and stars to his uniform and the crowd was all standing at attention, he was now Admiral Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky and he couldn’t have been happier.

After the ceremony, a woman met him at the side of the stage with a huge smile, pulling him into a tight hug, “I’m so proud of you Tom, I told you this day would come. All your hard work has finally paid off.” Tom noted her sweet scent that engulfed him with her arms.

Before he could stop himself he said in reflex, “Thanks, honey. I’m so glad you could be here today.”

“Of course,” the woman said, breaking their hug, “I think there is someone else who wants to congratulate you.”

Ice turned around to find Maverick standing at attention behind him, waiting for Tom’s own salute to break his stance, “Maverick,” he said, giving him the required salute.

“Iceman,” Mav said in greeting, shaking his hand.

Ice couldn’t help himself and repeated back to Mav what Slider had said all those years ago, “That’s Mr. Iceman to you now Maverick.”

The two men laughed, and Ice couldn’t help but notice that Mav was still a Captain, a highly decorated Captain at that but he hadn’t moved through the ranks like Ice thought he might have once.

“I’ll let you get back to your wife now, Ice. I just wanted to say congratulations, you deserve this,” Mav said to him, a small smile on his face.

“Thanks Mav, try to keep out of trouble yeah?” Ice asked, as Mav made to walk away.

Mav just laughed a sly smile on his face as he called back, “Keep out of trouble? Admiral Kazansky, I’m sure I don’t know what that means.”

Tom woke up with a start, sitting bolt upright in bed. Looking at the clock, he wasn’t surprised to find it just before sunrise on the day, 5:30 AM. The dream had felt so real. He almost wanted to let himself believe that it could be his future. That his mom would be wrong in her predictions about him. He brought his hand up to his face to wipe away some sweat, when he realized that it wasn’t sweat, but tears running down his cheeks.

When had he started crying? He quickly wiped his face with his arms. Slider was just around the corner asleep on his couch and he didn’t need the other man finding him in such a state. As he tried to lay down and go back to sleep, he found that he was drawn to know who the woman in the dream had been. He could almost smell her sweet perfume wafting through the air now.

Trying to get it out of his head, he decided that a morning run was in order to get his thoughts straight. He rolled out of bed and quickly dressed in a pair of running shorts and tennis shoes. Quietly moving past Slider’s sleeping form, he slid out the front door, and started to jog. He had a house just off the base and not far from the beach. It wasn’t much, but it was his, and Ice was proud of the little A-frame that he had worked hard to keep nice.

He jogged a few blocks to the beach, and made his way to the hard sand by the surf. As he started to run, a woman came into view, her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail that was swaying with each step she took. The smell from his dream tickled at his nose, the salty air from the sea almost over powering it.

Ice put on another burst of speed trying to catch up with her, he had to know if she was the woman from his dream. Just as he caught up to her, she stopped, making to turn around. Ice lost traction on the sand, and couldn’t bring himself to a stop fast enough to avoid slamming into her.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” she said quickly, a blush covering her beautiful face.

Ice was breathless from his sprint, but the rest of his oxygen supply was stolen from his lungs at the sight of her beautiful face, “Its okay,” he panted out.

He bent over trying to catch his breath, he didn’t need to sound like an idiot who never ran in front of this woman. As he gathered his bearings, he watched her do the same, but before she could leave, he grabbed her arm gently.

“My name’s Tom. This might be a little forward, but can I take you out to dinner?” he asked her, hoping that he didn’t sound too desperate.

She let out a tinkling laugh, her head thrown back, “Well Tom, my name is Sarah. I’ll think about going out to dinner with you, but I need you to answer one question for me first.”

He gave her a brilliant smile, “Anything.”

“Do you ask out every girl you run into on the beach, or just me?” she asked coyly, giving him a sly smile.

“Just you, Sarah,” he said, testing the name out on his tongue, “Can I pick you up tonight? Seven?”

She nodded, “Tonight at seven would be lovely. Where are you going to pick me up from?”

Tom nodded to the boardwalk just past where they were standing, “I’ll pick you up at the boardwalk entrance, watch for the black Mustang,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll see you then, Tom,” Sarah said as she gently took control of her own arm again, and continued her run down the beach. Ice watched as she spared him a final glance over her shoulder as she jogged up the sandy slope to what he assumed was her house.

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Carole would say that her life did not go the way she had expected it to. Nick Bradshaw had a way of disrupting all of her carefully laid plans from the moment that she had met him. They had gotten married young, younger than she had ever thought she would. Then he went away, deployed to protect the men and women of the Navy from the air. From the beginning of their marriage, Carole had been used to sleeping alone. Sometimes, she couldn’t deny that she wanted nothing more than to feel his strong arms wrapped around her in bed. Tonight was no exception.

She rarely dreamed, but tonight, vivid images of what felt like reality danced across her eyelids. What she saw scared her.

Carole was laying in bed. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get up. Trying to calm the rising panic inside herself, she desperately gasped for a deep breath of air, but it was like there was no air in the room. Suddenly a dark figure appeared in the doorway making its way slowly towards her.

The panic inside spiked, adrenaline rushing through her body as she tried to get something, anything to work properly. The figure rushed forward, grabbing her hand, and the panic stopped, it was Mav.

Carole finally choked down a shaking breath, “Mav you scared me,” she said in a raspy voice that didn’t sound like it belonged to her.

“Sorry Carole, just needed to run to the head,” Mav said quietly, “Do you need anything? Are you comfortable?”

“I’m alright Mav,” Carole’s dream self said, she didn’t feel fine though, what was happening? Who was driving her body right now, because it wasn’t her.

“I need to ask you something Maverick,” Carole heard herself say quietly.

“Anything Carole, what can I do?” he asked, taking a seat next to her on the bed.

“Keep Bradley from joining the Navy,” her voice rasped out, “I can’t let my baby die like his father.”

“Carole, I…I can’t do that,” Mav said quietly, holding her hand tighter, “That’s what he’s been dreaming of for forever.”

“Promise me Maverick,” she said, letting out a string of pathetic coughs.

She watched as his face contorted into something almost resembling pain before he reluctantly agreed, “I…I promise…”

Carole’s vision faded away and she felt her lungs relax, finally able to drag in a full breath again. Suddenly the world got bright, and she was standing in the driveway, a silent spectator to the explosive argument happening in front of her.

“How could you do that? You knew what this meant to me!” Bradley shouted, getting into Maverick’s face.

Carole tried to step forward and separate the two men, she had never seen them fight like this in her life, but it was like her feet had been rooted to the floor. She looked on helplessly as the fight ensued.

“I had to protect you. You aren’t ready,” Mav said, his voice quiet and steady.

“I can’t believe that Iceman helped you do this. Why would you pull my papers to the academy instead of just talking to me? What aren’t you telling me?” Bradley demanded, standing only inches from Mav’s chest.

Carole felt her heart constrict in her chest. Oh no. This was the result of the promise she had asked Mav to make? Was he going to let Bradley hate her?

Mav’s voice broke through her thoughts, “Your head is stuck with your dad, trust me, I’ve been there, and it makes you dangerous.”

“I have trusted you for twenty years, I won’t be making that mistake again,” Bradley said, his eyes hard.

Carole watched a tear streak down Mav’s cheek as Bradley climbed into his truck and drove off. Carole and Mav stood there for the rest of the afternoon, watching the empty street. As the sun went down, Carole’s vision faded to black.

Carole woke gently to the sun coming in through the blinds in her room. She rolled over lazily, using her right hand to search the right side of the bed for Goose. The disappointment she felt when she realized what she was doing was monumental. To say that she was used to waking up alone was an understatement. Now that wasn’t so much due to the fact that her husband was deployed, but because he had passed away. Almost ten years ago to the day he had been gone, and she still missed him like the wound was fresh.

She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, worrying over the dream that she had. It felt so real, like it had been a glimpse at the future, and that scared her. For one, why was she sick? Where those thoughts had come from she wasn’t sure but it made her worry more about the current state of her health. She had been getting thinner lately due to her appetite not being what it once was, and she had an appointment at the doctor in a few days for her annual check up. Hopefully they would tell her that everything was alright.

Her mind wandering to Bradley, she thought of the argument that she had witnessed in her dream. She knew that he had been dreaming of going into the Naval Academy like Nick had. He would be a legacy student and that held a lot of weight with the other men in the Navy. She was worried that he would die like Goose though, and those were thoughts that kept her awake at night. Would he leave behind a little boy or girl that Carole would have to help his widow raise? How could she deal with the Navy taking both her husband and her son from her? Would she survive it this time?

Before her thoughts could spiral too far, she climbed out of bed and tied her robe around her waist. Making her way downstairs, she found Bradley already up, sitting at the table in front of a bowl of cereal. He looked more and more like Goose every day, his narrow face and warm eyes reminding her so much of her beloved husband.

“Morning mom!” he called cheerily.

“Morning honey, what’s got you in a good mood this morning?” she asked as she fixed herself a cup of coffee.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said, a smile on his face.

Carole smiled as she sipped her coffee, “What could you have planned I wonder?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he said, shoveling another bite of cereal into his mouth.

At that moment, there was a knock on the front door. Bradley got up and raced to the door before Carole could make it in that direction. She glanced at the clock wondering who could be at their door at eight in the morning.

When she heard whose voice was at the door, she knew why Bradley had been so excited. Rounding the corner from the kitchen to the front entryway, she found Maverick standing in her front hall.

“Mav!” she called, making her way to him for a hug.

“Carole! How is my favorite girl?” he asked cheekily.

“Maverick, we both know that I am hardly your favorite girl,” Carole said with a laugh.

He put his hand over his chest as they broke apart, “Now you’re breaking my heart, you are the only woman in my life.”

Carole smiled at his antics, bringing him and Bradley with her back to the kitchen. As the three of them sat down at the table, Carole forgot about her dream from the night before. The future would work out how the Lord intended it to, and besides, Carole couldn’t see how anything could tear apart her two boys.

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cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc · 3 years ago

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One more time

Summary: Alex regrets ever saying yes. All he wants is a second chance.

Trigger warning: Mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, swearing, angst

Author's note: my first piece off hiatus !! - you're a twitch streamer in this fic but it won't come up too much :) hope u like it <3

Based on: Break My Heart Again - FINNEAS

you sigh. your ex-boyfriend called again. you've been ignoring your phone for 5 minutes now. was he really this desperate?

you pick up your phone and slide the green button.

"what do you want, alex?"

"___, you picked up!"

he sounded extremely relieved, like he needs you to breathe.

"i did, now what do you want?"

alex sighed and leaned on a wall in his bedroom.

"can i come over? there's some stuff i still need to pick up."

you suck in a breath sharply. the air is thick and tense.

"no."

you clench the phone you were holding and bit your lip.

"i don't want to see you right now."

alex closed his eyes and pushed himself off the wall.

"i understand, you need time."

there was silence for a moment. neither of you wanted to say anything.

"if you want to come over that bad you can get your things tomorrow morning."

"sounds good. i'll be there around 11, okay?"

"fine."

"good-"

you ended the call.

"-bye..."

alex let his arm drop beside him. his eyes were watering, but he wiped it away with the sleeve of his hoodie.

it's his fault, he knew. but why is he still so upset? he shouldn't feel like this - it's is his own doing, after all.

you open the door to your home. alex was standing on the porch with a few empty bags in hand. the morning sun blinded you slightly, making you squint at the man in front of you.

"hi ___."

"hello, alex. all your belongings are on the couch.

"great, thank you."

he looks over as he's folding a shirt.

"what are you looking at?"

you say without looking away from your laptop.

his face was getting red slightly from embarrassment.

"nothing, you seem busy."

alex directed his eyes back to the clothes in front of him.

"otherwise you would've said something about me."

alex snickered slightly, trying to lighten the mood.

you sigh, holding your face in one of your hands.

don't say it. ___, keep it in. there's no point in fighting him. ___-

"if i wanted to make a comment it'd be about the fact you can't keep your dick in your pants."

god damn it, why did you do that?

he fell quiet. you hated his guts, but even you felt kind of bad for being so blunt with it.

a part of you still loved him. his loud, yet charming laugh. his sweet kisses. his adorable clinginess. his blushing face when you teased him.

you shake your head, trying to physically get rid of your pity for him. he doesn't love you anymore. he shouldn't, and neither should you.

after filling the bags with alex's belongings he stood up and wiped his forehead. you waver from your work and look him up and down.

"you done?"

you asked him. he turned around and gave you a weak smile.

"yeah, i think so."

"good, you know the way out."

you turn back to your computer.

"___, wait. can i ask you something?"

you make eye contact with him, fully aware it makes him nervous.

"what do you want?"

alex took a quick breath.

"can we talk sometime?"

you look at him like he spoke an alien tongue.

"why the hell would i?"

"i want to talk about what happened between us. i hate that our relationship is so sour."

he set a step forward.

"i just want this to end peaceful - or at least neutral."

"why the fuck would i want to be peaceful with you of all people?"

"i hate ending things on the wrong foot, you know that."

alex stands his ground, making you livid.

"then we make up, and then what? you'll just break my heart again!"

you stand up, simultaneously pushing the chair away with your legs.

"then i can lay awake and think about why i even let you inside my house again in the first place?!"

if looks could kill, alex would be on the floor.

"fine. if you don't want to, then i guess everything will just stay the way it is."

alex turned around and grabbed his bags. there's no way he's getting through to you right now.

"oh, so now it's my fault?"

you slam your laptop and walk away from the table.

"well, i'm so sorry for being angry at you for cheating on me!"

you don't hold your anger in anymore, he crossed the line.

"i never said that, ___!"

alex yelled to match your energy.

you took a step back. the audacity to yell at you in your house.

"out. now."

alex grabbed the second bag of clothes and without a word walked to the front door.

"goodbye, ___."

alex pushes the door open and steps outside. you go after him but stop at the doorstep.

"fuck you!" you sob out. you grab the doorknob and slam the door shut.

your knees slowly got weaker and you sit against the front door, shutting your eyes.

it's been a month since you've seen alex. you've blocked him on everything since then.

you were doing a q&a on your twitch channel and everything was going well. chat was filled with questions and you answered the one's you could.

your thoughts were somewhere else, though.

you still miss him, you really did. alex used to watch your streams all the time. he sent you donations with cheesy pick-up lines, he called you during streams to make fun of you for dying in a game or just to chat while he's bored.

but that didn't happen anymore.

you realize you haven't said anything in a while and you apologize. your chat was spamming purple hearts and 'are you okay?'

"ah, sorry everyone, i'm still tired from yesterday. i think i'm going to end the stream for today, thank you all for coming!"

after saying goodbye you turn off your computer.

why are you still so obsessed over him?! he cheated on you! he even tried to cover it up with a bullshit story about "not being the first to kiss her," and "she forced me to," like someone would believe a lie like that.

yet, you still love him. something inside you wants to believe him, like he really was telling the truth.

the next morning you open twitter and scroll for a bit. you made a tweet earlier in which you stated you weren't going to stream today.

you looked at the trending topics and saw your name in bold letters. you clicked on it and read the first tweet that popped up.

'i really hope ___ is doing better, they looked so sad on stream :('

an image was attached to it - a screenshot from the stream you did yesterday where you were mindlessly staring at your computer screen.

you sighed. at least they're not thinking too deep about this.

you scroll further down, replying and liking a couple tweets saying you were alright, thanking them or cracking a joke. this should keep them off your back for a while.

after scrolling for a bit one tweet catches your eye. you clutch your phone as you read the comment.

'kinda obvious they miss quackity :/ it's a good cover-up story tho '

alex was staring at his ceiling. he'd seen the tweets about you - about him.

he hates this feeling. he hates the fact that he knows what you're thinking. he hates that he knows it's his fault. he didn't mean to. he didn't.

"come on, alex. you know you want it." the woman said.

"i told you, no! i have a partner!" alex pushed her away for the second time, trying to find a way past the girl and out of this small alleyway. he should've never gone to this stupid bar.

"tch, whatever. but know you'll regret rejecting someone like me!" the girl pushed him to the brick wall and fixed her dress as she walked away.

alex fixed himself for a minute and walked past the bar and into his car. he pulled out his phone and shot you a quick text.

'hey bb i'll be over in a few :)'

'don't come back.'

you responded almost immediately. alex froze as he looked at the screen.

'wdym?'

'you know damn well why'

you sent him a photo of him next to the bar in the alley. the girl was all over him while her lips connected lustfully to his.

'it isn't what it looks like, i didn't start any of this!'

you don't respond. alex tries to send you another text when an error pops up.

'unable to send message. user has blocked you.'

you hover your hand over your phone's keyboard. you thought anbout alex's offer to talk, and decided that maybe it was a good idea after all. you couldn't get your mind off him, you thought that hopefully getting some closure could help.

but how were you going to ask him? 'hey, i know i blocked number like a month ago but can you to meet me at some random park? see you there!'

after typing and deleting multiple texts you eventually landed on a message.

'hey alex, i've been thinking about your offer to talk it out, and i wanted to ask if you're still up for it?'

you send it and immediately turn off your phone and place it on the coffeetable in front of you. you did it, finally. you fall back on your couch and pull your knees up to your face, waiting for a notification.

after a nailbiting five minutes a light emits from your phone. you pick it up and read the name calling you. 'alex'. you take a deep breath and answer the phone.

"hi alex."

"hey ___, it's been a while."

you sit up straight, preparing yourself for the conversation you're about to have.

'yeah, you can say that."

the atmosphere was a lot less tense than you expected. it was weirdly... comforting? you can hear alex's raspy voice through the phone. has he been crying?

"i saw your text, you wanted to meet?"

"yes, i did. i wanted to get some closure, at least."

alex chuckled, his laugh making you a little flustered. trying to brush it off, you laugh with him.

"what's so funny?" alex asked.

you rolled your eyes and smile.

"you, dumbass."

he gasps cartoonishly loud. his goofy personality is something you could never get enough of. maybe you were wrong after all.

"ok, but seriously, when do you want to meet?"

he gets back on topic. you snap out of your smile and remember why he called in the first place.

"right, right. i'm free this whole week, you can choose when."

after some planning and back and forth, you decide to meet at a small family-run café in the afternoon. coincidentally, it's the same place you two had your first date.

you settle down at a table on the terrace of the café, the sunday sun greeting you warmly. you were a little early, so you decided to think of some questions. it didn't take you long to come to a few, though. your main question was the photo. what was that all about?

as you were handed a menu you saw alex walking on the pavement fidgeting with his fingers.

"hey! sorry if i'm late, i took the bus instead of my car."

he took the seat parallel to yours and exhaled.

"oh no, you're right on time. i was just a little early."

the waitress gave alex a menu and disappeared into the establishment. you both decided to stay quiet before getting on topic. neither of you want to start the conversation.

after both ordering and having surface level conversation for a while silence fell. you both know why you're here, it feels off to talk like nothing ever happened.

"okay-"

"so-"

you both start at the same time. alex awkwardly chuckles while covering his mouth.

"you first."

alex proposes. you nod and like magic lose the somewhat content mood you had prior. you steadily breathe in and pull out your phone.

"so, first things first; my main goal is to get closure and an explanation - there's no point in lying to me."

alex hums in agreement. you could tell he was nervous, you knew him better than anyone. you tap on your screen a few times until you reach the photo that was sent to you.

"now, i want a clear answer. what happened that night?"

you ask him firmly as you put your phone on the table to reveal the image.

"that's my ex-girlfriend."

alex said. you raise an eyebrow - his ex? you've heard some wild things about her and her antics, which is exactly why alex broke up with her in the first place.

"she said she wanted to ask me something in private. my dumbass said yes, because i can't pick up on context clues, apparently."

you cross your arms and lean back on the chair.

"you got that right."

alex looks up from the photo and makes eye contact with you.

"long story short, she pushed me to the wall and kissed me. i tried to push her off but she didn't let me go. after shoving her, like, twice she finally got the hint and left."

"so she set you up?"

"she hasn't changed a bit since all those years."

you say with a hint of condescension. his explanation made sense, and from what you heard he wasn't lying. your gut told you to believe him, yet your mind had an itching feeling that there was something else.

"are you sure that's all?"

alex flinched slightly.

"y-yes, ___. i don't know what else to tell you."

you mess with your hair a bit, clearly conflicted. there was nothing else, you knew that. but your brain wouldn't let it go. you decided it's better if you just sleep on it.

"alright, then.-"

you grab your bag and stand up.

"-i think we're done here."

alex stays seated and looks up at you.

"yeah, i think so."

you pick the phone up that's laying on the table. you pull out your wallet and put a $5 bill under your teacup.

"goodbye, alex."

"wait!"

alex stands up and grabs your wrist, the gesture scaring you little bit.

"are you still mad at me?"

those eyes. they're so pretty, almost sparlking. you snap out of it when he lets go, just realizing how weird it is to grab someone's arm out of nowhere.

"sorry, my bad. i wasn't thinking."

alex scratches the back of his neck.

"i'm still deciding if i can trust you, but i appreciate you showing up, at least."

"that's enough for me."

alex smile at you, not trying to pry.

"goodbye, ___."

"goodbye, alex."

you heard the chirping of the birds outside your window and groan. why is it already morning? you sit up and grab your phone from the nightstand next to your bed, the phone reading 11:23 - tuesday - xx-xx-xxxx.

you sigh and fall back onto your bed. you've been thinking about alex for a few days now, still not getting him out of your head.

after going downstairs and eating some toast you pull out your phone again, the clock now reading 12:44. you look through your contacts and eventually land on his name.

you hover your hand over the green pixels while sitting down at the dining table. you swallow audibly and click the call button.

it goes once.

it goes twice.

"___?"

'Hey alex, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet up again?"

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another-fantasy-world · 4 years ago

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Hi! Can I request a part 2 to your Valkyrae imagine?

GIF isn’t mine. Credits to the owner!

Title: Idol’s Inspiration Part 2

Pairing: Valkyrae || Rae x Fem! Reader

Summary: A collection of moments involving an idol and a streamer

Warnings: Cursing?. Just pure fluffiness

Word Count: 3,043 words

I had way too much ideas on this one so this is going to be a collection of said ideas. Have fun!

Actually, I saw someone on my dashboard asking for Rae x Reader imagines, so hi to that person!

You can read Part 1 Here

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You took a couple of days before you gathered the courage to actually message Rae, you also spent those couple of days staring at the paper containing her number and your phone, which also has her number punched in.

“Okay. I just have to press send...” Your fingers hovered over the icon as you chewed your lips in nervousness.

“Oh damn it.” Luna groaned before snatching your phone and pressing send, barely giving you time to retaliate

“Hey!” You complained, staring at her in disbelief

“You were taking too long” She shrugged, sipping on her milkshake as she tossed your phone back to you

You only had time to roll your eyes before phone vibrated.

‘About time you texted me, I was beginning to think you forgot. Oh and totally, I could make a lobby for you rn’

‘Sounds good! I’m free this Friday!’

You smiled, well, looks like you’re playing with your favorite streamer group this Friday then.

Your bandmate Jace actually owns a gaming pc, to which you borrowed to play among us, which ended you up here, in his room, on a private discord call with Rae, her helping you set up for tomorrow.

“So is this your first time, ya know? Playing among us?” Rae asks as the download bar for the proximity chat

“Oh no. Uhm, My bandmates and I play all the time, sometimes on public lobbies and sometimes we drag our crew to play, especially while on the tour bus. Plus, I watch you scream and play all the time so you don’t have to worry about me Rachel” You explain, smiling softly at the memories, trying to ignore the feeling of content and satisfaction at how easy her name rolled out of your tongue

“That’s cool.” She replies, about to say something when a bark interrupts her

“Mika! Hi! Hi baby~” You hear her coo, your smile widening

“Raeeee! Tell Mika I said hi!” You chuckled

“Y/N says hi!” She says, running her hand through Mika’s fur, the white furball now sitting in her lap

“Awee~ You’re both so cute~” You coo, laughing when Rae hid herself behind Mika

You spent the night talking about random stuff, setting up for the game and running a test run with her, but then laughing when you realized you can’t play with just the both of you, ultimately deciding to start early tomorrow for a test run. Her also adding you to their discord before sleeping.

“My new favorite seafood!” You furrowed your brows when you heard Sykkuno’s voice fill your ears when you joined the discord call

“Shrimp.” Brooke giggled

“OOOOOHHH. So that’s why they were saying shrimp for Rae. I was like, what does that even mean?” Rae’s sentence caught you off guard, especially since you just tweeted that exact same phrase before logging in.

“shit.” You mumbled, having dropped the lid of the water jug you were drinking from.

“Y/N! HI HI HI HI” Rae greeted

“Hello.” You replied, a little overwhelmed at being the center of attention.

“Pfft- My chat is saying shrimp for Y/N now” Sykkuno announces

“Mine too” Brooke agrees, soon followed by the rest of the lobby, making you laugh

“I’m Sorry, Sorry! Actually, I may know why that’s happening. Fun fact! I actually gave people permission to shrimp for me on an interview, since I found it funny, especially since I’m also shrimping for someone.” You explained

“Oh yeah! I saw that clip.” Rae mumbles, trying to decide which color she should be in and what hat she should wear

“I wonder who Y/N is simping for. Hmmmm. Who could that be? Hmmmm.” Toast teases

“Yeaaah. I wonder who that could be.” Poki replies, her teasing tone much more evident

It had been a couple weeks now since you first played with Rae and her friends, her friends who are now also your friends. You were pressured to stream on YouTube by your fans and also Rae, who you now have late night talks with.

“Y/N! Hiiiiii!” You hear Rae as you rounded, soon followed my Corpse’s voice

“Choke me-” Corpse started

“LIKE U HEYT MEH BAT U LAB MEH-” Rae continued, mispronouncing words that made you chuckle

“Lowkey wanna date me when you hmm me.” You sang, connecting the wires

“NEW SONG! NEW SONG! Corpse and Coldify! C and C!” Rae exclaimed, her little red bean circling you and Corpse

“Oh yeah, definitely, Corpse? You up to it?” You ask, doing a little wiggle to show your excitement

“Hell yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” he does that deep voice thing that made you flinch

“I can’t stand it. I can’t stand the sound of my voice.” Rae exclaims, talking to chat you assume.

You rolled your eyes, finding Rae’s voice beautiful. You jumped out of the vent, knowing that no one was around, making her scream

“Hi! Just wanted to pop in and let you know that your voice is actually beautiful and I would love to sing with you some time. That’s all, I’ll go back to killing now, Oh! you might want to check vitals, love.” You say, hopping back into the vent, laughing silently. Then abruptly stopping when you realized you called Rae “love”, glancing at the chat, who were now spamming your ship name with Rae

Seeing Lily alone, humming a tune, you quickly popped out of the vent, sliced him in half before a meeting was called, Ludwig finding Toast’s body.

“Before we start. I just want to say, to the person who called me “love”... You don’t get to call me that then run away!” She exclaims

“Sorry! I got embarrassed!” You pouted. You wiggled your eyebrows at your chat, smirking slightly

“Uh-huh. Oops, Sorry Lud. Carry On” Rae says, letting Lud explain his “Different Universe” theories about how Toast died.

“Heeeey...” Rae trailed out, her cornering you in storage

“Hiiii?” You smiled nervously. You don’t know what was happening in her mind

“Soooo... Babuska?” You immediately got what she was implying, nodding frantically, before realizing she couldn’t see you

“Yeah. Yeah let’s do this!” You both walked out, Rae on the lead while your white character trails after her

“OH LOOK! There’s Corpse! And Sykkuno! Hiiiiiii!” She greeted cheerily, somehow you could see the evil smile on her face

“oh- Oh. Hi Rae! We’re just shooting some space rocks here!” Sykkuno says, her green character circling Rae

“I see. I see... Babushka.” Rae states, you wait a couple of seconds letting Sykkuno and Corpse panic first, before slicing Corpse in half.

“OH JESUS! You killed Corpse! You killed him! You really kil-” He was cut off when Ash creeped behind him, biting his head off

“Thanks Ash.” You say, laughing as Rae gasped and laughed as well

“Rae~ Oh Rae~” You chuckled, looking for the brunette

“What?!” She exclaimed from her spot behind the seismic reactors

“Oh uhm, are you streaming right now?” You asked her, preparing yourself for what you are about to say.

“Uh yes? Duh?”

“Ohkay... well, hypothetically, If I were to ask you out, is it okay if I do it on stream orrr?”

“Well, hypothetically, I would be fine with it either way, yes.”

“Oh okay!” You clear your throat

“Ms. Valkyrae, The Valkyrae, Rae, would you please grace me with your presence on this coming friday night and allow me to buy you dinner, m’lady?” You say in your best posh voice

“...Yes” She says in a small voice

“Great! I’ll pick you up at 7!” You say

“Great! Okay”

“Great. I’ll kill you now.” you say

“Wait what?!” she exclaims, her scream perfectly cut when the victory sign flashes on your screen.

“THE AUDACITY! HOW DARE YOU! I- I CAN’T EVEN” She rages

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You apologized, laughing your ass off

“I’m on Y/N Protection Services! She’s been dying a lot lately!” Rae exclaims, you rolling your eyes at her dramatics, both of you were impostors.

“Well, thank you m’lady” You replied, faking gas

“Ooooooh! I have speci, come.” Rae says, her red character slicing toast nonchalantly when you passed him doing telescope

“Uhm-”

“Shh.”

And suddenly, when the decontamination doors open, Poki emerged from it, panicking you killed her.

“Oh shit! No! Wait! I’m sorry! Pokiii!” You whined, following Rae into decontam

Finding Janet in Speci, You go to say hi, only to be interrupted by the body being found.

“OH NO! TOAST! He was just with me! OH JESUS!” Sykkuno exclaims, making you bite your lip to avoid laughing

“Where’s the body?” Jack asks

“Medbay, by the telescope” Brooke answers

“It has to be Y/N! She’s the only one who could’ve killed Toast!” Janet accused

“Hey! What?! Why me?!” you complained,

“You came from upper decontam! Toast’s body is in medbay, That’s sus.” Janet says, you were about to defend yourself when Rae chimed in

“There is a possibility that Y/N is the impostor.” She states

“Wha?! RAE?! You- You were with me in speci!”

“What? No I wasn’t! You’re lying! I lost you when I was doing gas! I was looking for you everywhere!” Rae says making you look at chat with a pout

“I didn’t see her there either...” Janet backed her up

“Wha?! Guys?! Come on, let’s skip! There’s barely enough evidence!” You desperately say, trying to save yourself

In the end, 7 heads voted for you.

“...Y/N will remember this.” You state before being thrown off the ship, welcomed by Poki and Toast’s laughter

“Yeah. Yeah. Hmmpf.” you huffed at Poki and Toast

“My girlfriend just betrayed me. Rae betrayed me chat, she just, she pushed me off the plank. She just, watched as I burned in the lava. She kicks me out of her bed for Mika, and now she betrays me, then pushes me off the plank. Ohhh the pain” you dramatically say as you followed Rae, her returning to specimen

“Listen, chat, Y/N if you’re listening... That was payback for that one time you killed me behind reactor right after you asked me on a date! Okay!” You rolled your eyes and looked at your camera with an annoyed look in your face

But your smile slowly returns as Rae goes on a mass massacre making you both win without meetings, making you bounce in your seat, clapping

“Good Job Rae! That was so good! You successfully scared me, I might not sleep in your room now.” You teased her, making her gasp

“Here we go. Here we go. Here we go. Hello everyone and welcome to the streeaam! Part 2. We are starting the playthrough of little nightmares 2- Hold on, Y/N’s calling.”

“Love?” Your voice rings out through Rae’s phone

“Hiii Baby! You’re on speaker” Rae states while looking at the game settings

“Oh. Well Hi chat! Anyways, Mcdonalds? I’m 5 minutes away, don’t start little nightmares yet, come on.” You whined

“Oh you big baby, I wasn’t starting without you.” Rae laughs

“Liar, I was watching your stream.” You deadpanned

“Pshh. Pshh! But yeah, Mcdonald’s fine. And hurry up! I wanna play!”

“Okay, okay sheesh, I’ll be there with your chimkin nuggies”

“Baby?” You knocked on her door, even after all the months that you have been together, you always knocked on her door before entering, incase she was doing something.

“Come in love! Perfect timing.” You open the door to see your girlfriend playing with Mika, Little Nightmares 2 plastered on the screen. You approached her and kissed her forehead

“Hi Babe. Hi chat! How are you guys doing? Hold on, let me set this down.” You say, arranging the food on Rae’s desk, careful not to spill anything

“Are we ready? Baby, grab your chair. Are we ready? Are we ready? I’m so excited!” The excitement in her eyes is making you smile

“Oh she’s excited alright, she wouldn’t shut up about it chat. Trust me” You chuckled.

“Will there be a lot of screaming? Rae?” You read chat

“Uhm. Hopefully not, I don’t know dude. Can’t control my screams.”

“A Shoe!” Rae gasps

“Baby, there’s literally hanging kids dangling in a net and the first thing you notice is the shoe?” You looked at her in disbelief

“Oh. What happened to you guys? Stinkyy. Oooooh. Physics!” You bit your lip and shook your head at your girlfriend’s antics

“Y/N, I feel comfort when I hold this shoe.”

“Ouch. Are you saying I’m not comforting you? Rude.”

“Stop trolling!” She says, turning to you as you held up a fry

She raises her eyebrows before biting the whole fry, along with your finger.

“Ouch! Damn it Rae! You’re like a chihuahua”

“Owa Owa.”

“I’m sorry. OUWGHH?! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, PALAMPARAMPARAMPARAMPALAMPRAMPRAMPRAM! SHE’S COMING!”

“RAE! RUN! RAE! RAE! RAE! HOOOOLY SHIT! RAE! RAE! RACHEL RUN! RACHEL! RUUUN!” You panic, gripping her thigh as the teacher neck elongated, following your little character into the vents

“SHE DOESN’T CARE! SHE DOESN’T CARE! PLEASE?!”

A moment of silence pass the both of you as the character Rae’s controlling gets to safety. Rae slowly turns to meet your eyes, and bursts out laughing.

“You should’ve seen your face!” You laugh at her

“OH OKAY? Like you weren’t screaming for me to run.” She says then proceeds to repeat what you said while in a panic, making you laugh harder

“Sorry for screaming, it’s just really gross and unexpected.” She says sheepishly to her chat, which was now spamming ‘HAHAHA’ and ‘Damn how long is that neck’

“So, this question is directed to Ms. Y/N.” The interviewer moves his body to face you.

“Yes?” You smiled, guessing that this must be about you and Rae

“How are you feeling about your pictures trending on Twitter worldwide?” he asks, a smile on his face as the pictures flashed on the large screen behind you

“Ahm, it’s really great. A lot of hard work was put into that photoshoot, mostly because my girlfriend, Rae refused to put on the dress and was attached to the suit she’s wearing right there. God, she looks so beautiful. Uhm, but anyways, it took a lot of effort to get her out of that suit. ” You grinned

“Ahh. I recognize that look, Makes me remember about my wife and I. You’re so smitten. Can I just say that I ship you guys so hard.” The interviewer says

“Ah- Thank you. Hehe.” You say, embarrassed but proud

“While were on this topic of trending pictures, Can you guys explain whatever these pictures are? I’m pretty sure your fans already know what these are. But an explanation would be nice” The interviewer now addressed your whole group

“Well, considering that Y/N is dating Rae, Luna is dating Sykkuno and Jace is dating Imane, or Poki, Okay, so there’s this AU that’s around their community where they are mafia’s and we’re all members now. We all joked about being apart of their mafia, to which they agreed. So now Rae and Y/N are now the assassin duo, Poki and Jace are their supervisors and Luna, Sykkuno and Corpse are the deadly trio” Sebastian explains

“Their community is so creative I swear. And combined with our fandom, the fanarts and fanfictions are the best.” Luna says, a smile present on her face

“And yes, we all do read fanfiction, in multiple platforms.” You laughed, the live audience gasping in surprise

“None of you are safe.” Jace says in a playful intimidating voice

“Okay, I’m gonna get off. Thank you for watching. I’ll see you guys later, thanks for watching, I hope you guys enjoyed the stream. Uhmm. Appreciate you guys. Byeee!” you hear Rae end her stream from your spot in her bed.

“Hunter x Hunter? or AOT?” you ask her as you put your phone in silent and set it aside, opening your arms for her.

She crawls into your side, cuddling you while groaning lightly.

“Do you wanna take a bath first? Or do you wanna eat dinner? Maybe take a nap first? You’ve been streaming for 13 hours baby, your eyes are probably tired now.” You say, running your free hand through her hair

“Naps and cuddles please.” she mumbles, her head buried in the crook of your neck

“Okay baby, I’ll just put AOT on, oh wait. Hmm, Jujutsu Kaisen sounds great right now. No, wait even better, Ouran Highschool Host Club.” You go to turn your head to ask Rae, but you see her asleep.

You chuckle quietly, knowing Rae, she can overwork herself, sit on a chair for 13 hours, playing various video games, while you really can’t see yourself play videogames for 13 hours straight, you admire that she has the patience and energy to do that.

Smiling, you lower the volume of the Anime that you’re watching, slowly pull the blankets up as Rae shifts closer to you, clinging like a koala. Mika jumps up and settles in between the two of you, Your smile widens at the feel of things, the calmness, the silence, the tranquility and the sense of home, something that only Rae can provide. Something that you have been looking for ever since your career took off. The constant trips to the studio, the paparazzi, the world tours, the concerts, the interviews, everything, everything was worth it when you know you’re coming home to her.

You didn’t even know how you got to where you are now, cuddled into Rae, the comfort streamer you never thought you would meet, even when you mostly stayed where she stayed... Dating her was a dream, you didn’t believe it at first, she quickly proved that dream theory wrong when she kissed you, under the rain. As cliché as it seems, that was the day you both silently agreed to never let go of each other and take care of each other even if the other is half way across the world.

Even if dating her means also dating her room mates and her chat...

You would never trade it for anything.

Even if you knew she would scream her ears off once she knows that you have a whole album that’s inspired and dedicated to her.

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sagemusesoutloud · 3 years ago

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Anti-Romantic, Part 1

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff WordCount | 3.6 K Author'sNote | lmaoooo the fact that I intended this to be a oneshot type of thing oops. Wellllll, I tried. Most likely to be a two part series, but we'll see.

This is part of a series I intend to call "If Songs were Fics" and this particular one was loosely inspired by TXT's Anti-Romantic bc I'm obsessed. I hope you enjoy reading as much I enjoyed writing it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

I don't know who loves me

And I don't care, It's a waste anyways

A romantic feeling, Kinda scares me

“Any plans for you birthday next week?”

Jaehyun shakes his head at you, “no, not yet, don’t you have that date with that barista?”

“I’m not sure, he’s been acting weird over text lately. Might not be worth it,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s your birthday! You only get one of those a year, we should plan something.”

You were on your way to the gym, a ritual you and Jaehyun had ever since you both found out you worked for the same company. You had been childhood friends, but ended up losing touch since you went to separate universities.

It was a nice surprise to see a friendly face on the first day of orientation and throughout the duration of your training for the next six weeks. Although you were both from different departments, you enjoyed taking your lunch breaks together and sharing small gossip about your old class-mates.

“ugh, don’t remind me,” he let’s out a long sigh, “every year, it seems like my family won’t stop pestering me about starting a family.”

“What’s so wrong about that?”

“Nothing, just not for me. Or at least not yet. I don’t think I’m the type to settle down,” he shrugs again as if it were no big deal.

You gasp, “how could you say that? I’ve seen your insta account. It’s got your cousin’s kids all over it!” You stop to take a good look at him as he holds the door of the gym open for you. “Back in school too, you used to tutor those elementary kids for volunteering hours. Even when you didn’t need them. You’ve always liked kids.”

“That’s different…”

“Right. Totally different things. Got it,” you roll your eyes. This wasn’t the first time he mentioned not wanting to settle down. At first, you had thought it was because he liked ‘keeping his options open’ like back in high-school. Or, not that you knew for sure, but if the rumors were true then it meant he slept his way around. Apparently, he never slept with someone twice and despite the cold shoulder the other party would get, all you had ever heard were praises. Not that you paid that much attention or anything.

You and Jaehyun had the same circle of friends, but despite that, he had never made any advances towards you. You’d be lying if that didn’t bother you at least once or twice. You just assumed that he didn’t want to make the friendship awkward or mess with the friend dynamics of your group. Which was why your crush on him in junior high ended as soon as you got to high-school.

You ended up going on dates with other people, but nothing that kept your interest. Nothing that compared to how you felt around him. Not that he seemed to think the same, so you tried your best to stay the good friend you always have been. You didn’t want to push something he clearly didn’t want; not that it didn’t hurt any less. Throughout the years it’s become bearable, at least. Almost like a painful habit.

You check in and head to the locker rooms to change. His nonchalance about the subject had always puzzled you. You’d seen first hand how all the female coworkers seemed to sway their hips as they walked by him, how some would pop a blouse button more than usual when around him, and you swore no one else was getting that much help throughout training more than him. He was handsome and a gentleman, that much was painfully obvious.

You meet him outside by the water fountain, “ready for warm-up?” he guides your way to the treadmills.

“When’s the last time you dated?”

You would have laughed if you weren’t so shocked to see him trip from the corner of your eye. “why the sudden curiosity?” He finally responds.

“Not sudden, I’d always wondered.” You defended. “You’re good looking and you’re very…I mean, you live on your own and have your own car. You have good relations with your family AND you’re good with kids. So, what is it?” You hadn’t realized how troubling you thought it all was. But now that you started digging you couldn’t stop.

“I just—” you pause, “it doesn’t make sense.”

You hear him chuckle, “you might wanna slow down before you pull something.” You look down and realize that your pace had gone from a relaxed jog to a borderline run during your rant. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to psychoanalyze your only friend in the city.

“Well, I just don’t know how to let people in. It’s just that.” He finally responds. “I love kids, but I don’t know or think I’d be a good partner.” He slows down before stopping, ending the conversation. He waves you off with an easy smile as you stay running.

Huh, maybe you pushed him too far. Your eyes can’t help but follow him around the gym.

Sweet and bitter chocolate, The taste at the end is always the same

Like the saddest movies, Only tears in my eyes

Your hands were sweaty the entire morning, anticipating your lunch time. It was his birthday today, and while you hadn’t made any concrete plans you ended up agreeing to go over to his place after work. Your gym bag was ready with snacks and comfy clothes to stay over. You remembered him saying he was excited to watch that new Marvel movie that had recently come out so you had bought it online to stream it at his place as a surprise. But what had you nervous was the small heart shaped box sitting in your purse. You didn’t know what possessed you to buy it but you had immediately thought of Jae when you passed by it at the mall. You remember vaguely mentioning that it was a special occasion to the sales lady (as in, his birthday), but she must have thought it was your significant other rather than friend because she changed the box to the red velvet shaped one while giving you a wink. In her defense, you could have protested but…why didn’t you?

You hear a knock on your door, “hey little miss sunshine.” Ah, Nakamoto, this couldn’t be good news. He was only sickly sweet to you when he needed a favor.

“What do you want?” you deadpan. He only laughs as he makes himself comfortable in your office. “Well, nothing in particular. Can’t stop by and see how you’re doing?” he feigns hurt.

“Right—the last time you ‘came by’ you left me working over-time through the weekend,” You sigh, “so what is it this time? Missed meeting? Late proposal?” To be fair, your supervisor WAS overworked sometimes. And since you were the only worker under him, it was normal for him to sometimes share some of the load with you.

He smiles at you, “nope. Just have a proposal for you. I know you’ve been working hard these past few months and I’ve been really impressed by your work ethic.” He stands and moves closer to your desk, “And I thought some sort of reward was in order, as well as celebration.” Ok, now you’re confused. You were ok with the reward part, it usually came in the form of a gift card to your favorite coffee shop, but celebration?

“Why would we celebrate? Did I miss something?”

“Not yet, but I did recommend you to the partner position with me. And I wanted to be the first to tell you that the boss approved it earlier today. So, what do ya say? Dinner on me?” he extends his hand out to you and wiggles his eyebrows playfully.

Oh.

Shit! You were hoping this would happen eventually, moving up from the entry-level position you had. But you had never thought it would be this fast. “Oh my gosh, are you serious?” You give him your hand and he shakes it in mock salute.

“Of course, some people will come by to move your computer to the office next to mine. You start Monday!” he winks, “So, wanna go to that new rooftop restaurant? This is a once in a life-time ticket, so you best say yes.”

But your dinner with Jae…He’ll understand, right? He has to. It’s not like he seemed that excited about it anyway. And you could always spend the day together tomorrow, too. It would be pretty rude to turn down Yuta after he pulled some strings for you…

You smile at him, “Thank you Mr. Nakamoto, I won’t let you down as a partner. Yeah, dinner sounds great. Wanna meet there?”

You sit down on the small table, now nervous for other reasons.

Jae sits opposite of you, a small smile on his face. “Hey you,” he greets.

“hey…” you start, “I hate to change plans so suddenly, but…” crap, you feel really shitty. But you really were between a rock and a hard place.

“everything ok?”

“yeah, no. I actually just got promoted,” you start.

“You did? That’s awesome! So fast, too. Wow—but shouldn’t you be more enthusiastic about it?” he chuckles.

“I am, just—my old supervisor wanted to go to dinner to celebrate. And I don’t think I could say no after helping me out like that.”

“I mean, did you want to skip it or?” Now he’s confused.

“Well, he wanted to go out tonight since I start Monday and today’s Friday…I don’t think I can come over tonight,” you explain.

Realization crosses his features before he gives a small smile. “Don’t worry about it, you’re fine. And he’s treating you! You don’t know when the next time he offers might be,” he continues, “we can celebrate another day anyway.”

“Are you sure?” now you feel like shit.

“Of course I’m sure.”

For the rest of the lunch, a thick silence settles before he excuses himself back to work.

Jaehyun knew this was coming. Nothing ever went his way; it’s why he kept everyone at a distance from his heart. But he was weak when it came to you. This game of push and pull was bound to keep happening, and it only brought him that all familiar foul taste in his mouth.

I know, that sweet love song, Those words of promise

When you turn around, It's just an unfamiliar someone

It was why he decided to go else-where for university, instead of joining you and some of your friends to the one closest to home. He chose to go across the globe—far, far away from the curse of you.

It had started on a windy day, back when you were 4 and new to the town he grew up in. Jaehyun didn’t want to leave his mother’s arms, he didn’t like the thought of being with strangers until later in the day even if his mom promised that she would be back. A little girl with jean overalls like his came up to him and his mom, “why are you crying?”

“I am not!” he sniffed. He didn’t need to make new friends like his mom was trying to tell him. All he needed was to go back home. You took out something from your pocket and showed it to him, “look, my mom said I could give one to my first friend. She said it was sharing. Want one?”

In her little palm, were two kiss chocolates. “You’re not my friend,” he grumbled, “I don’t know your name.” At that, you giggled, “I’m Y/N!” you took his hand and placed a chocolate there, “there, now we’re officially friends.”

“See, Jae? You can spend some time with Y/N and have fun. Before you know it, I’ll be back,” she promised.

“Yeah, Jae! Come play blocks with me, and then we can try the coloring.” You held his hand as you led him deeper into the classroom. Just like that, Jae began to feel a little warmth in his chest. He didn’t mind that his favorite thing to do was play tag outside or that he wasn’t really good at coloring inside lines yet. But that didn’t matter to him. As long as he had this one friend around, he was content.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I want to run far away

My heart that already chases after you, Blazes up as a small flame

Looking back at it now, it was a little funny. All it took to let you in back then was a simple chocolate kiss and your little sticky hand in his leading the way. You were always larger than life to him, sometimes he forgot that you were just as human as him.

As you two continued to grow, nothing seemed to change your friendship. But he knew that the depth of his feelings wasn’t mutual. It was in the way that you brought a lot different people together and decided to call it your family. Another of your friends, Jungwoo, liked to joke that you collected introverts for fun. To Jaehyun, it was more likely that you just didn’t see the fun in leaving people out. You were charming and passionate. Traits he wished he had. Your empathetic nature and gentle disposition were all that Jaehyun needed, even if he wasn’t the only recipient.

Once you guys started to hit puberty, things started to feel rocky. Jaehyun couldn’t help but physically distance himself from you, his ears were always red-hot. You had always been pretty to Jaehyun, but you were starting to become really beautiful. And if the boy’s locker rooms’ talk were anything to go by, then other people were definitely starting to realize “what a great catch” you were.

It really pissed him off. Who were they to say things as if all you were was a piece of meat? It disgusted him. But what disgusted him more was the fact that sometimes, he couldn’t help but also feel the way your body felt in his when you hugged in greeting. He hated the way his body reacted to everything you did.

He first messed around with a senior girl back when he was a sophomore, Sooyoung. She was leaving and he couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend was a piece of trash and he was tired of hearing the way he would share what Jae considered to be intimate moments that had no business being public. But you seemed so happy… that next game, Jae stole the ball from him and scored on his own. Even if it cost him a three hour lecture from the coach, he would do it again. Fuck being a team, that guy was an asshole.

What he hadn’t planned on was liking messing around. He would never admit it, but the reason he couldn’t commit was because he couldn’t get rid of that small grain of hope that glowed in his chest every time you stared at him longer than would be deemed normal. It wasn’t often, but he knew he wasn’t seeing things. So, he succumbed to the cycle of push-and-pull that you guys had going on.

Jaehyun wasn’t blind, he knew that your work definitely spoke of your professionalism, but he’s also seen the way Nakamoto stared after you. Of the way his hand would often touch your waist when walking together. Even now, as he hears you apologize through the phone again as you get ready for your “date” with him he can’t help this heart feel heavy with anger. Anger at himself, for letting you slip away once more. He usually hopes for nothing but the best for you, but this time, he wishes you had an awful dinner.

Sorry I'm an anti-romantic, I don't believe in romance

I'm afraid that after burning my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes

Throughout the entire dinner, you can’t seem to get Jae out of your mind. It keeps you from enjoying the delicious food, keeps you from keeping your usual banter with Nakamoto.

You’re about to call it a night and thank Nakamoto for inviting you out when he beats you to it, “damn, I was hoping this might be a good break from the usual overtime we do, but something tells me your mind has been elsewhere,” he offers good naturedly, “I know it’s valentine’s, so maybe this is why we feel so awkward, right?”.

You grimace a bit at that, “ah—I’m sorry. I really am grateful for the way you look after me in the company and I’m also thankful for this lovely dinner,” you stop a bit, afraid you might offend him, “I agreed to come out tonight, so no need to feel awkward.” You offer a smile.

“Alright then. I guess you already have your sights on someone?” he prods. Should you be honest? There was no rule against dating outside your department, and you were pretty sure your new boss’s wife also worked within the company. “…I do. But I’m pretty sure they don’t feel the same way. It’s been so long since we’ve known each other. Surely if something were to have happened, it would have by now.” You were loosening up, definitely the wine’s fault.

Nakamoto sighs at that, “damn, and here I thought I could woo you after this,” he winks jokingly but you laugh him off. You knew he didn’t care for you that way. “I really hope you’re talking about the guy you always eat lunch with. I swear everyone thought you guys were married when you were released from training.”

“What?! No, I—we’ve been friends since we were children—”

“Aha! So it was him then,” he smirks. “Good.”

You groan, “Please, no.”

“What, it’s not him? You sure about that?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that statement,” you groan. Why were you discussing your love life? You push the wine away and take a sip of your water.

“Hmm. That’s too bad. Could have sworn that guy was after you.” He stands up. “But fine, I’ll stop prodding.”

You sigh in relief—“for now.” You groan. “What do you even mean by that? You don’t even know him. Or me, or at least personally at least.”

“Mmm, I don’t have to. Some things you just know. Like how he wishes I was six feet under every time we run across him at work,” he sobers up at that. “He seemed like a cool dude, but his glare isn’t too friendly. I don’t know how you fell for that.”

You scoff, “just because someone has a resting bitch face doesn’t mean they’re a bad person.”

You both make your way to the underground parking. “You’re right, it just makes them unapproachable. Is that why you won’t confess?” His genuine tone rubs you the wrong way, you don’t need be given false hope.

“Stop it, you said you would drop it,” you frown, “Anyways, thank you for the food boss—”

“—not your boss anymore. Just call me Yuta, we’re partners now.”

“Aren’t you two years older than me?”

“And?”

You shrug at that, “well, thanks Yuta. For the food, not for the interrogation.” He chuckles at that, nodding while pulling out his car keys. “see you Monday!” he waves you off.

You sigh as you get home. It wasn’t as late as you thought it was, only a few minutes past nine. You really wanted to see him. Would he be busy?

You fish out your phone and dial his number before chickening out.

“Hello?”

“Jae! It’s me. Are you busy right now?” your heartbeat is pounding so loud, you’re scared he could hear it on the other end. “Right now?” you hear shuffling on the other end, “no, I was just reading that book Jungwoo sent me. Might have dozed off a bit into it but don’t tell him I said that,” he chuckles.

“Why, is everything ok? It’s still early, did you end dinner that fast?”

“Oh, Yuta and I called it a night pretty early. Too many couples were out and about and it got a bit awkward,” you explained.

“Yuta?”

“Ah, yes. Yuta Nakamoto, but now that we’re associates, he said it would be better to address him less formally.” You waive him off, “actually, I was wondering—if it’s not too late, can I still come over? If not, that’s cool. We can still hang out tomorrow, but your birthday is today and I thought—”

He laughs at your rambles, “of course you can come over, you know you don’t have to ask. How many times have I told you that?”

“Ok, ok. Just checking,” you still had your comfy change of clothes in your car, so you opt to save those for tomorrow and change into something causal for tonight.

“Do you want me to go get you? We can get ice cream on the way, hopefully they don’t close early.”

“Sounds like a plan then,” curse your heart for melting at everything he says.

“Alright, give me 15 and I’ll be there.” He hangs up.

You look at your bag, resting on your sofa and you sigh. The entire night, it’s almost as if you could feel the weight of his gift weighing it down. Yuta is known for being very observant, it’s why he was so good at his job. Closing deals and making contracts in advertisement. Would he be right about this? You know you desperately wish he was, but is it worth risking your best friend?

EndNote | Woooow, that was a longass ride. Let me know if you liked it or if there are other typos I missed! Or just to let me know what you thought, that would be much appreciated. I'm thinking of finishing it by Sunday 6/13, so hopefully the next part is up by then. Until then!

Here's Part 2!

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winterscaptain · 4 years ago

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on paper.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: this is one that i’ve been so excited to share with you, and it goes quite nicely with the other piece i’m planning on posting later in the week! there’s a graphic in this one, with alternative text under the tag list for those who may need/want it. this one takes place in au!2017.

words: 2.2k warnings: none!

summary: “there is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.” - washington irving

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The day before your birthday is more than a little strange. There’s something in the air, almost buzzing, as you go about your day. Aaron and Jack are fidgety, and you only hope they aren’t planning something ridiculous like a surprise party.

Nevertheless, normal life must continue, fidgety boys or not.

At the moment, you’re picking up a couple of things on the way home from soccer practice with Aaron, Jack, and Isaac in tow. For the time being, you’re alone as Aaron takes Isaac and distracts Jack with the threat of junk food. It’s really the only way you can get everything you need.

There’s a toddler sitting in a cart, waiting for her father as he studies the wall of cheese. She drops her toy and you scoop it up, bopping her on the nose with it before putting it back in her lap.

“There you go, sweetheart. Don’t want to lose that.”

She laughs, and her father turns around, getting his bearings before dropping his shoulders in relief. “Thanks. That could have easily been a crisis.”

You wave him off. “No problem. I get it, trust me.”

“D’you have kids?”

With a laugh, you nod. “I do. Two boys. My little one is about her age and my oldest is almost a teenager - it’s a little scary sometimes.”

What you don’t see is Aaron, who heard everything, approaching you from behind. You never differentiate the boys - in fact, Aaron’s not sure if he’s ever heard you refer to Jack as anything other than your son.

Never stepson, never your boyfriend’s or fiance’s or husband’s son.

Your son.

His eavesdropping soothes something in him, confirming what he already knows, but it doesn’t erase all of the anxiety. Or is it anticipation? He’s not sure.

Only tomorrow will tell.

+++

When you wake up, you’re confused.

Sunlight streams in through the window and Aaron’s side of the bed is neatly made and cold. As you open your bleary eyes further, you hear a pair of feet patter down the hallway and return with two larger ones.

Jack and Aaron cross the threshold of the bedroom with a breakfast fit for a king. All your favorites, carefully arranged on a tray. You pull yourself up as Aaron kicks the little feet out at the bottom and sets it over your legs.

“Breakfast for the birthday girl,” he says, almost in a sing-song. It’s a brush out of character, but you know he lets his inherent need for whimsey get the better of him when the situation calls for it.

Jack follows his father, carrying Isaac just like you taught him.

You pick the mug up off the tray and hold it between your hands, letting it warm you. “Boys, this is so thoughtful. Thank you.”

Jack crosses to your side and kisses you on the cheek. “We have presents for you, too.”

“Really?” You ask, raising your eyebrows.

Jack nods, and you notice when Aaron elbows him lightly in the ribs before he speaks.

“You get to open one now, and another one at dinner,” Aaron explains.

“You two spoil me.” You smile and shake your head, taking a bite of one of the many offerings before you. Isaac struggles a bit, and Jack plops him on the bedspread so he can wiggle into your lap.

Aaron huffs, ruffling Jack’s hair. “You’re supposed to help Mom with Isaac so she can eat on her birthday.”

Ignoring Aaron, you assure the boy with a wink. “I’m fine, Jack.”

The sulky look disappears off his face and he hops up on the bed himself, sitting on the other side of your legs. “So do you want your first present now or after breakfast?”

Your eyes light up and you look over at Aaron. “Is it in here?”

Aaron nods and crosses to the same lockbox that held your engagement and wedding rings until he gave them to you. Popping it open, he pulls a little velvet case and returns to your side.

You never thought to look in it after the wedding - he keeps all the ring boxes in there, but you never take your rings off and never feel the need to open it. poke around in Aaron’s things.

When he sets the box in your palm, you open it.

The contents take your breath away - it’s a mother’s ring, with your birthstone and Topaz for Aaron in the center, the design complimentary with your wedding rings. Beside those, an Aquamarine for Isaac, and an Opal for Jack.

And room for more...

“Do you like it?” Jack peers over the tray to get a better look at it.

You take it out of the box and slip it onto the ring finger of your right hand, admiring it in the late-morning light. “I love it.”

Reaching for Jack, he leans over so you can kiss the top of his head. “Thank you, my darling. It’s beautiful.”

Aaron takes your hand after you release Jack and kisses your knuckles, right over the ring. “We’ve been working on it for ages. It was supposed to be done in time for your birthday last year, but we didn’t quite make it.”

You grin at him. “Better late than never, right?”

His mouth quirks. “My thinking exactly.”

+++

All day, the boys make it their mission to keep you entertained.

In the early afternoon, Aaron put Isaac down for a nap while you and Jack started your favorite movie. When Aaron came back, he’d handed you your favorite snacks and tucked you right under his arm.

Needless to say, thirty-five started off on the right foot.

Dinner is a somewhat subdued affair, with Aaron doing all the cooking and Jack cleaning up behind him like the world’s cutest scullery maid. Isaac happily sits in your lap most of the time, watching and listening, as he usually does.

It’s the end of dinner that really gets exciting. Jack’s looked a little nervous the whole time, been a bit restless. Finally, you cave.

“You okay, bud?”

He nods and looks over at Aaron, who raises his eyebrows in a question you’re not privy to.

Without a word, Jack gets up and scampers to his bedroom.

“Your second present,” Aaron explains.

There’s an all-knowing air to your reply. “Ah.”

The two of you share a little look and a laugh. How you managed to get here, with him, with your sons, with all of it, you have no idea.

Aaron stands and clears the table with alarming efficiency, dropping a kiss to the top of your head for good measure.

When Jack returns, it’s with a wide, flattish box that he unsuccessfully attempts to hide behind his back. He stands at your side and sets it down next to your plate, hovering.

You and Jack wait patiently for Aaron to return, and when he does -

“So, Dad and I have been working on this present for a while,” Jack starts.

You smile and poke him in the ribs. “That seems to be a theme, doesn’t it?”

He laughs. “Yeah, I guess so.” He swallows and takes a deep breath, as if he rehearsed his next thought. He probably did. “We wanted to do something special for your birthday this year, so we actually wanted to wait to give you this one.”

Aaron pulls his chair right next to yours. “This is a bit overdue, but we’ve never really done anything quite on time, have we?”

“No,” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “No, we haven’t.”

“So, with that in mind…” He places the box in front of you and taps it twice. “...we have this for you. It’s from both of us - Jack and me.”

You squint at him for a minute, picking up on something that sounded like nerves in his voice.

What on earth would he be nervous about getting me?

Checking in with Jack, who’s focused solely on the box, you tear into the paper. It only startles you a little when Jack leans against you, looping an arm around the back of your shoulders.

When did he get so big?

You can hear tissue paper inside, and it’s exceedingly lightweight, but you resist the urge to shake it. The anticipation is killing you.

Inside the box, a manila folder stares at you, legal-sized and taped closed.

There’s a laugh in your voice as you attempt to cut the tension that arcs between the original Hotchners.

“Aaron, if you got me the GW law review, I’m gonna be annoyed.”

“Just open it,” he says, quiet. There’s something else in his voice behind the anxiety - it almost sounds like pride.

You follow instructions as best you can with both of your boys nearly in your lap.

It takes you a minute to realize what the papers are, but when you do, you drop the packet like they’re on fire and cover your mouth with a gasp. You wrap your free arm around Jack’s waist and pull him impossibly closer to you.

He’s shaking.

His voice is almost a whisper. “I thought since everything else was kind of official that we should… do this too.” He looks over at Aaron, who nods. “It was my idea, and Dad helped me with the paperwork.”

“I wrote the supplementaries myself,” Aaron says, a little smile on his face. “And there’s also something else in the folder, just for you. I haven’t read it.”

With a breath, you collect yourself. Shaking the manila folder, you find another sealed envelope, marked ‘ONE’ in familiar handwriting. Inside, a letter. Jack rounds the table and stands beside Aaron while you unfold the paper, your fingers tracing over the creases.

You read the letter in silence, hearing her voice as you do so. When you’re finished, your eyes are a little misty, and your lower lip shakes, you fold it and replace it, intending to bring it to bed with you tonight so Aaron can read it.

“What is it?” Aaron asks.

You furrow your brow. Don’t you know?

“The lawyer said it was confidential - for your eyes only - by Haley’s request.”

You nod. I’ll let you read it. Later.

He nods, his eyes soft.

For Jack’s benefit, you reply out loud, too, “Just some more paperwork.”

Jack picks up the packet from under the tissue paper and puts it in front of you again.

“So, all you have to do is sign it.” He hesitates before he speaks again. “...If you want to.”

You look up at him and brush the endlessly wayward hair off his forehead. “Of course I want to, honey. There’s nothing on this green earth I’d love more than to be your mom on paper, too.”

His face breaks out into a grin, and he sprints off again. When he returns, it’s with the fancy pen from Aaron’s office - the one he really isn’t allowed to use.

You look at Aaron, who rolls his eyes and shakes his head before telling you, “I already put in our time off for the court date next week.”

His hand covers yours. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was going to say something else.

But, because you do know better, you know there’s nothing to say.

+++

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Alt Text of the Letter:

My darling _____,

You are perhaps the only person in the world who can appreciate how absolutely morbid this is. I’m sitting in some random hotel room, in witness protection, writing a letter to the person who’s going to marry Aaron and adopt Jack in the event of my untimely demise - an alarmingly apparent possibility, as it happens.

If you do end up reading this without me, I apologize for the dramatic irony and dark humor. Blame Aaron. I wasn’t funny before I met him.

Just kidding.

It feels silly. I wrote two versions of this letter in the vain and selfish hope that Aaron would move on if something happened to me. The first letter is for a stranger, someone who came into his life after I’ve gone, who has captured his fickle and guarded heart. This version of the letter serves two purposes:

The first - I want to tell you that I love you, I trust you, and if something happens to me, I know you will raise Jack as your own son. It’s exactly what I want if it comes down to that.

The other is to congratulate Aaron for pulling his head out of his ass and making the right choice. Tell him I’m proud of him.

Here’s the really morbid part: I’m so sorry I can’t be there. I know there is only one real circumstance in which you ever read this letter. Even thinking about losing you is impossible, so if you've really lost me and gotten this far, you’re stronger than even I can imagine.

You know you have my blessing. My son, our son, is in the best hands in the whole world.

I love you. Always. Haley

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soft--dragon · 4 years ago

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Roommates

Oh my god they were roommates

Word Count: 1,385

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

First time writing Dream and Sapnap!

*claps hands*

Here we go!!

Dream rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, dropping it back onto his mouse. His computer screen glared back at him in the darkness of his room, even with the brightness lowered all the way down it still hurt his eyes. His headphones hung from his neck, abandoned after George's scream almost gave him a heart attack.

He'd been editing a new video all day and it had progressed well into the evening. The video featured George, Sapnap and Bad, and the four of them were trying to beat minecraft with a mod that kept screwing with them.

It was very chaotic, filled with their screams of outrage from the gameplay. Even Bad had lost his cool and came dangerously close to possibly swearing on stream.

It would've broken the internet if he had.

Because of their volume in this video, Dream was forced to take off his headphones to actually edit without flinching every two seconds. It had gotten to the point of night where everything sounded loud.

A quick glance at the clock made his stomach sink.

2 am

Jesus, was it really that late?

Dream pushed his chair back from the desk, dragging his hands over his face. He really should go to bed, but this video really needed to be finished tonight. He had a bunch of other shit to do tomorrow...

The idea of his task list made him slump further into his chair. His eyes slid closed, moments away from actually falling asleep right then and there.

Patches suddenly leapt up onto his lap making him start and sit up sharply. He hadn't even heard her come in.

She mewled softly, pawing at Dream's hoodie strings. Dream's heart melted at the cat's antics, smiling at her.

"Oh, are you lonely girl?" He gently ran a hand over her head to which Patches purred happily. "Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now, can you go to Sapnap?"

"Go to me for what?"

Dream flinched for probably the hundredth time that night, turning his chair to see Sapnap leaning against the doorframe.

"Patches" Dream motioned to the small cat, "she wants attention."

"Well yeah you've ignored her all day you monster" Sapnap chuckled, stepping into the room.

"What? No I haven't!" Dream argued indignantly.

"Sure" Sapnap scooped Patches up, pleased when she settled quickly into his arms, pressing her face against his affectionately. "See? She loves me more than you now."

"She does not" Dream glared. "She loves me way more than you!"

"Bet" Sapnap deadpanned, scratching the cat's ears.

Dream opened his mouth to argue but a yawn cut off his words. Sapnap's eyebrows dipped in concern.

"You should go to bed."

"Says you" Dream retorted without any heat.

"I was asleep actually, just got up to get some water than I saw your lights were still on.

Dream hummed, spinning lazily in his chair to face the computer again. Sapnap glanced at the video being edited.

"Uh...Dream?"

"Hmm?"

"When did you start this?"

"Ugh, I don't know? Maybe two in the afternoon?"

"Dream did you end up eating anything after breakfast?"

"....No."

"Jesus christ" Sapnap sighed. "I swear, you're worse than me sometimes."

"I take offense to that."

"Good."

Sapnap gently set Patches down and tugged Dream's chair away from the desk.

"Hey..." Dream protested weakly.

Sapnap stood in front of the desk. "Right, bed, now."

Dream blinked at his friend, his brain trying to understand what Sapnap was saying. When it finally clicked, Dream pointed at him, head tipping to the side. "Uhhh...no."

"Dream, you're clearly exhausted, it took you almost a full minute just to respond to that" Sapnap told him, "you're going to bed."

"What if I don't want to?" Dream asked, a smile starting to pull at his lips.

Sapnap sighed. Right. He forgot. When Dream gets tired, he turns into a childish goofball. It's really endearing, but Sapnap was tired too. He couldn't be bothered dealing with Dream like this, at this hour.

"Dream," he kept his voice gentle and light, like he was talking to a child. "You got to go to bed cause if you don't, I'm gonna do something extreme."

Dream giggled quietly. "Murder isn't allowed under this roof Sap."

"I'm aware, you told me that when we moved in" Sapnap rolled his eyes.

"And neither is arson."

"Also aware, thank you."

Dream gave a lazy salute and Sapnap sighed, wondering how to convince the workaholic in front of him to actually go to sleep.

Seeing Sapnap wasn't moving away from his desk, Dream started doing an impression of Ranboo. Spinning in his chair, head tipped back to watch the ceiling.

Sapnap leant against Dream's desk, thinking hard. Tons of different ideas popped up in his mind but none of them would work on Dream.

Then one idea in particular stuck out and he considered it.

It may not work...but it was the last one he had.

He looked back at Dream who was still spinning. He nabbed the back of the chair, forcing it to stop. Dream jolted upon his spinning being abruptly halted.

"Hey, I was having fun" he glared at Sapnap, blinking rapidly to clear his dizziness.

"Dream, this is your final warning" Sapnap said firmly, "go to sleep or face the consequences."

Dream processed that then stuck out his tongue at Sapnap.

Sapnap cracked his knuckles. "Alright, you asked for this."

He went round the back of Dream's chair, the older boy watching curiously. Sapnap prodded Dream's sides making him flinch.

"Hehehey!" He protested, smacking Sapnap's hand away. "Don't do that!"

"So you are ticklish then?" Sapnap grinned.

Dream opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Without warning, Sapnap latched onto his sides.

Dream gave a loud yelp and instantly tried to scramble away, but Sapnap hooked an arm around his shoulders and yanked him back. Dream's exhaustion made it easy to trap him against the chair.

"Where do you think you're going?" Sapnap asked slyly, tazering Dream's sides and ribs at random to keep him guessing and giggling.

"Sahahapnahahap! Hahahang ohohon-!"

"Nope, I'm tired, you're exhausted, deal with it" Sapnap replied shortly, dropping his hand to scratch mercilessly at Dream's belly.

"Nohohohoho!" Dream wheezed, sliding down the chair in hopes of escaping the torture. He only sealed his fate. His hoodie rode up and Sapnap went for the kill, his fingers spidering along the exposed, pale skin.

Dream's laughter went silent before he squeaked and burst into hysterical cackling. "FUHUHUCK! SAPNAP!"

"You did this to yourself ya know Dream" Sapnap said calmly, "if you went to bed like I asked then you wouldn't be in this situation."

"YOHOHOU MOHOHOTHER FUCKER! STOHOHOHOP!"

"You know, just for that insult I'm gonna make this worse."

Sapnap dipped down to blow a raspberry on Dream's neck making the older boy squeal and duck his head away. Sapnap chuckled to himself at Dream's reaction and did it again and again, and again. Dream whole body was shaking with his frantic laughter, trying his damnedest to twist away from Sapnap.

"WahAHAHIT! Nohohot raspberries! Sahahapnahap plehehease! Mercy! Mehehercy!"

Sapnap hand slowed until he was just gently tracing shapes on Dream's stomach to keep him giggling. "Gonna go to bed now?"

Dream nodded weakly, slumping back into his chair and resigning himself to his fate.

Sapnap stopped, moving back round to the computer and shutting it off. (After saving the work of course.)

"You can keep editing after getting at least seven hours of sleep" he said sternly, "gimmie your hands."

Dream tiredly lifted them and Sapnap pulled him up by his wrists. Dream practically collapsed onto Sapnap's chest, exhausted. Tugging Dream's arm over his shoulders, Sapnap lead him to his bed.

"Sit."

Dream obeyed, eyes slipping closed. Sapnap pulled the bedsheets back and carefully lowered Dream's head onto the pillow.

"I'll see you in the morning alright?" Sapnap said, moving the duvet over Dream.

"'kay...."

"Okay" Sapnap nodded, "good night."

"Mhmm."

Patches quickly made herself comfortable by Dream's head, purring softly. Sapnap rolled his eyes and took a photo. He shut the door quietly and moved back to his room.

This roommates thing was gonna get so much better when they got George to move in. He was the eldest, he could take over parent duty instead.

#ticklish!dream #Sapnap #dreamwastaken #dream #my fanfic #dream team #dream smp #dsmp #fanfic #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #irl fic

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butterfliesinmyguts · 4 years ago

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A Helping Hand

summary: reader always helps around and levi wonders why.

warning : fluff, angst, and happy lovely stuff(may or may not turn into a series)

“ you did better today...” Mikasa breathed pushing my body off of hers. I finally was able to take her down. before dinner, she’s been helping me train to get better at combat.

a smile fell on my face, getting up and dusting myself off, “ keep it up and I’ll be more scared of you then those titans are..” I was able to keep up with Mikasa in ODM training, which was nearly impossible for everyone else. i felt at home in the air- as soon as my body begins to float, everything thing else zones out. my swords were just an my arms extended and I felt so powerful killing titans- scared yes- but powerful, but on ground I’m a clumsy wreck.

“ now let’s go eat before our meals fall victims to Sasha” letting out a laughed, I quickly remember a promise I made earlier today.“ could you save me a potato or something? I promised Jean I’d cover for his stable shift...” My friend sighed, “ again y/n?” quickly nodding, I set off to the stables.

I didn’t mind helping, if it was me I would want someone to offer to help me. sometimes I helped hange with mission plans, the days we go into town a lady sometime needs help carry supplies in her store, at the end of the week I help armin with reading, and at the beginning of the week I help captain levi organize his papers.

helping Levi is my favorite part of the week, if I’m in his office late enough he’ll set a cup of tea in my face with the words “ drink “ following after. while in my focused trance of replacing the water for the horses, and daydreaming about my captain Levi- two feet come into my line of vision. looking up my eyes were met with cold grey ones and then his trademark frown.

“ why are you out here, this is Jean’s punishment” dropping the buckets to the dirty stable ground, I wiped the sweat off my palms against my pants- fucking Jean, you told me this was duty.

“ just giving him a helping hand” my voice cracked, trying to laugh off the pure nevrousness that his presents brings me. I admit that im extremely fond of captain levi. he’s was the only guy that has ever made my stomach go crazy just by looking at me. the way he holds himself, short- yes- but never looked down on. he is humanity greatest soldier, during training I swear that he watches me. I feel his eyes burning my skin, the one time I did catch him Levi’s eyes widen and his breath hitched. I would kill to even be able to hug him, sometimes I imagine what it’s like to kiss him-but know that’ll never happen, hange told me that he thinks I’m silly and child like - he’d never feel that way about me.

“ - and now you’re standing there looking stupid, are you going to answer me y/n?” I realized that I’ve completely blocked out everything he said.

“ i.. please repeat the question- I’m sorry.” pinch his nose, my captain shook his head toward the ground. “tch, I asked you why your doing his punishment ?” shrugging, I began to brush the horses. “ I like being a helping hand, -“ before he got the chance to scold me I continued with “ it’s the only thing that makes me feel happy..”

looking up to catch him staring at me, our eyes locked together and for the first time ever I saw his eyes soften. taking him in, cause I may not ever be allowed to do it again, my heart ached. Levi is beautiful, breathtaking. his youthful glow made those dark orbs glow,if lips werent in the plain straight line- they would be puffy and pinky- so kissable. pulling my eyes away I finally breathed, trying to focus on the brush going through the horses hair while Levi still watched me. “ if that’s the case I need help mapping out the next expedition, hange told me your quite intelligent.” my cheeked warmed and a smile began to creep up on my lips- hange is getting so much praise next time I see them.“ I’ll find out for myself..” that smile dropped. “ come to my office after you clean and change from your filthy clothes.” nodding I watch the man walk towards the dining hall. On the inside, I was doing leaps. more time with levi, and we’d be talking to each other- I get too share my thoughts with levi.

“let the horse boy have fun with his siblings, and if I catch you doing other’s chores I’m making you run until the sunsets...” and you giggled.

during dinner levi couldn't help to think of you. why did you look at him like that, was there something on his face? maybe you were just scared, but no he’d always caught you looking at him. rather it been during training, in the dinning hall, and even doing expeditions.

Recalling back to when he first saw you, that smile you had permanently planted on your face- stupid what made y/n so happy? he was even more stunned when you got your ass handed to you by reiner during training and yelled “ again!” with that grin. that beautiful smile, y/n was beautiful- everyone knew it. levi heard eren, jean, connie, armin, and even hange talked about what they would do to have you in they’re beds, they all ranted about you body- Levi will admit that he has imagined your shy breath as his hand roamed your skin but It's more than looks with you, you care so much and you're gentle with him.

y/n would make sure that you take off your boots when entering his office ( which is tedious a job in itself ) but you did because Levi hated it when his floors were dirty and when on missions you squeeze all you cadets hands just to comfort them. no one ever has been gentle to him, it made him feel important but more importantly, why couldn't he stop thinking about you.

after showering, you changed into you nightclothes and headed to levi office. you knocked softly to quick “ come in..” I opened the door to Levi pulling two cups of tea. “ your late, I hope you didn't finish the stables...”

pulling your shoes off placing them beside his door you watched him pour, “ I didn’t” assuring him. moving towards the desk, examining the maps- Levi’s notes were so oragnized and neat. each note had so much detail about the surrounding area. while familiarizing with the map, Levi placed the tea cup infront of you. “ drink.” Brushing passed you, he set down in his chair.

why would he risking going in the open field for 740 meters, “ wouldn’t it be better to use this patch for cover?” expressing my concern, levi leaned up and listened to me rumble about the how it’ll be longer but it’ll save more cadets- every change I got I took a peek to see if he was still listening.

those sliver eyes watched me draw circles and point at the map, bottom lip between his teeth. i imagined how good it would feel to push my lips against them, the relief and pleasure that would rush through my body. I craved him “urh- but those are my thoughts..” finishing pushing away from the desk, distracting myself by sipping the tea.

“ where would we stop ?” Levi questioned, my heart warmed up, I stood over him to explain better “ over there would be a great rest point..” pointing to it, my neck completely in front of levi. I felt his breath hitched, clearing my throat i grabbed the pencil marking the on the map. “ I notice a cabin the last time we traveled...”

“ tch, impossible that’s a bit of the trail, with those tree you couldn’t have seen anything..” looking down in shame “ well while everyone was sleep I explored, even found a waterhole..”

I knew the risk of exploring, but I couldn’t help myself. while setting up for camp I saw a stream pulling down and I just had to see.

“don’t ever do that again...” nodding feeling ashamed, does this mean I have to go stay in the dungeon like eren? his eyes lighten a smirk playing along his lips.

“ just don’t go alone okay?” smiling at his words. sitting across from him I continued to tell him my discoveries - making sure he took notes of the waterhole and fields filled with berries. Levi forced me to write all my finding down, and he promised to even follow me on one of my ventures next time.

as time flew by tea cups were spilled, by me of course, and I was forced to re write the papers I ‘ ruined ‘ leaning my head on this desk my eyes flutter - wake up y/n - yawning I turned to levi still writing, how is he still writing? that tea was not keeping him up. so much energy, my eyes trailed his toned arms- the veins moving every in each stroke. blinking I distracted myself from my dirty thoughts.

“ you need to sleep levi” stretch my bones, the pop and crack give me a shot of adrenaline so I can actually wake up. “I’m fine” he muttered.

Levi eyes sunk from the lack of sleep, he was fighting it- too focused in his work to care that his eyes were burning and skin was red with an indention on his finger from the pen. “ they’ll be there tomorrow I promise..”

I reach to grab the papers, placing my hand softly on his bicip- he stiffened instantly and pushed my back into his bookcase. my ass landed on the ground,“ owe!” I cried, rubbing my back. fuck he is strong for a little guy, wow.

“y/n!”

levi rushed over and I swear his eyes were widen, like he was worried that he actually hurt me. Levi quickly leaning down watching me.“ I didn't mean to that y/n” a couldn't help but smile at him. were so close right now, my nose filled with his fresh scent- mint and tea leafs.

“ don't worry captain I-” levi’s hand pat my head. I could fucking scream in joy right now. did he just pat me? he never touches anyone. what does this mean, pulling away I watch his hand close as his finger tips carcassed his palms. as if he was trying to saver the feeling of my head, huh?

“your being gentle with me, why?” questioning him- levi set down in front of me. “ why not, your gentle with everyone else..” my eyes widen, he notices me In that way? planting his hand on my cheek, my heart stop, It felt so warm- his thumb wipe the tiny tear from the corner of my eyes. I’m blushing “I just flung you, and your still smiling why?”

shrugging “ I should have known that what’s going to happen” breathing out, I stared at his lips. “ y/n..” nodding not looking up at him. just kiss him, Levi is right there.

“ l'm going to kiss you..” he leaned and pushed my hair out of my face. repeating those words in my head, “ is that okay?” nodding quickly our lips came together as Levi took me in. I felt his chest against mine, and I couldn’t help but to grip his collar pulling him closer.

our lips begun to dance with each other, levi hands landed on my waist pulling me on top of his thighs. that smile still planted on my face between the kisses, while my hand combed his undercut.

my daydreams weren’t even a compare to the real deal, gently rubbing the back of his neck, Levi groaned into my mouth. With each movement we gained a slow rhythm,our body flowing against each other. I couldn’t help but to moan in pure pleasure I was feeling.

levi pulled bac slowly and watched me with my smiled in a drunken daze. replaying the moments in my head, Levi just kissed me, Levi my captain levi thinks of me- he thinks I’m gentle. a “ wow” left my mouth as he got up, leaning down quickly to steal one last kiss. my smiled never left my lips as I stood up leaning against the bookcase as finger tips brushed over my lips, hope the tingling sensation never went away. Im buzzing, I’m buzzing- all because of him.

watching the man, pick the fallen books up his eyes went to the window . “ it’s almost dawn, go get some sleep” Levi ordered coldly , point toward his bed.

fuck, “it’s dawn already!” I darted around Levi’s office trying to clean my area and while getting myself together. Levi stood there confused, as my actions all clicked in his head- arms crossed tightly along his chest.

“ I promised sasha that I’d help her with her hair this morning- I hope she’s not up already- oh no” slipping on my shoes on. opening the door to walk out, I give him a warm smile. “ I’m so sor-“

“ don’t worry, thanks for the helping hand..” leaning in to kiss him I was met by a closing the door. dumbfound I stood there, “what?”

part 2!

#shall we date leviathan #levi x reader #captain levi #levi aot #levi akerman #attack on titan x reader #aot x y/n #sasha aot #mikasa ackerman #levi attack on titan #odm gear #attack on titan

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raysofcrosby · 3 years ago

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If it’s not too much to ask can we get just a sentence or even paragraph from the next chapter 🥰🥰

hehehe of course 🥰💛

“Can I call you back in a bit?” She asked, tossing her phone down onto the bed as she walked around her room to collect her pajamas for the night. “I just got out of the shower and I’m getting dressed.”

“Then why am I staring at the ceiling?” Matt asked, huffing. “You still owe me my makeup show and I have it on good authority that E is sleeping at my parents tonight.”

“No peep show,” she laughed, tugging on some loose shorts and an old Senators shirt before picking her phone back up and popping back into frame. “Did your parents tell you?”

“That shirt is hideous and no, E did,” he nodded, propped up against his headboard and looking as if he too was in bed for the night. His hair was fluffed out and dry and he was wearing a Flames shirt. “We facetimed sometime after they ate dinner, took forever to get him to hang up so he could get ready for whatever sleepover he and Brady are having. Not that he’s sleeping in the living room anyway.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, nodding her head. “I saw the picture too.”

“He’s clearly not taking it well, but how are you taking it?” He asked, leaning his head down into his pillow. “Are your nights lonely and cold?”

She rolled her eyes, getting under the covers of her blankets. “They’re fine, Matthew.”

“You’re supposed to say that you’re freezing cold and hate sleeping alone, get on the program Caroline.”

“Fine,” she laughed, looking at him. “My thick blankets are not enough and I shiver every night. Brrr.”

He just stared at the screen, clearly unamused. “I will hang up on you. It’s not nice to mock my pain. Would it kill you to at least act like you miss me? You do miss me...right?”

She held back her smile as best as she could, scooting down into her bed. “Yes, Matt. I do miss you.”

“I know, it’s kind of hard not to,” he replied, shrugging and smiling. “You and E both have the day off tomorrow, right? Got any plans?”

“He does, which is another reason why he’s staying with your parents. It’s a teacher planning day, so I still have to wake up at normal time, that way I won’t have to wake him up early.” She grabbed the remote, turning the tv on and keeping it on whatever channel was on. “And even then, I’ll probably leave around lunch like everyone else does. It’s almost finals time and I don’t have a final, I have the project, so it’s just making sure everything is set for that.”

“No wonder why you’re everyone’s favorite teacher. No final?” Matt scoffed, shaking his head. “I definitely would’ve had a crush on you if you were my teacher.”

“I’m this close to hanging up on you,” she laughed, shaking her head. “But really, I do need to get to sleep. I was just waiting to hear from Brady and see how Ethan was doing tonight.”

“Rude that you don’t want to talk to me, but okay,” he replied, trying to hide his yawn.

“Says the guy who just tried to hide the fact he was yawning. You’re not slick, you and Ethan both have the same ‘I’m tired, but I’m trying not to show it’ signs. Sneaky yawns, you both try to hide the fact you’re slowly lying down and you twitch your mouths from side to side to try and stop yourself from yawning.”

“God, Moms are always so observant it’s really annoying sometimes.” Matt rolled his eyes, laughing soon after. “But yeah, I’m exhausted. Getting back into the swing of things...has been a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Don’t stress about it, Matty. You’ll get back into it. You’ve lived this life for a long time, you were practically born for it.” She smiled, laying down and holding her phone above her head. “Just take it one day at a time.”

“Thanks my personal motivational speaker,” he yawned, closing his eyes and sighing. “I guess I’ll call it a night. Be on the lookout tomorrow for something from anything related to Calgary. Treliving said he sent something for you and Ethan today, so it should be there tomorrow.”

“He didn’t have to–”

“Yeah, but you’re my family, so technically you’re a part of his too– well, the organizations. I don’t know what’s in it, he wouldn’t tell me, he just demanded I give him your address. So send me a pic when you get it. Also, I know you guys are having a barbecue at my parents’ place Saturday, so don’t let Brady try and convince Ethan to root for the Blues or wear his jersey. Not allowed at all.”

“I think your parents are doing one of those Tkachuk vs Tkachuk jerseys, but I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for any schmoozing. And I’ll definitely send you a picture of the surprise.”

“Get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he replied, lying further down in his bed and holding his phone above his head. “Maybe then I’ll get my peepshow.”

“Maybe.” She smiled, shrugging. “Goodnight, Matty.”

“Goodnight Care,” he smiled, hanging the call up.

Caroline rolled over onto her side, plugging her phone and flipping it upside down, that way if she wanted to press snooze come tomorrow morning, she would have to flip it over and do it herself. Another thing, she wouldn’t get woken up by the constant lighting of her phone, just in case Matt decided to send her another stream of text messages and snapchat videos. She rolled back over and scooted her way towards the middle of the bed, lying on her left side and sighing heavily, reaching her arm over to her right and across the empty side of the bed, trying not to think about Ethan wouldn’t be joining her tonight and Matt wasn’t here either. And she was able to fall asleep by 11pm

But through her routine, she forgot to turn off her do not disturb button that she never turned off after her six period class ended. If she hadn’t been so worried about how to make sure Ethan was okay, even though he was in the hands of the Tkachuks, maybe she would’ve remembered to turn it off.

Maybe she would’ve seen those texts from Heather with a link to a TMZ article.

Heather Collins: Caroline, answer the phone.

Heather Collins: Blake just sent me this and you need to read it.

Heather Collins: Cari...it’s everywhere.

#anon #answered #wltay

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annab-nana · 4 years ago

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Sweater Weather - Sarah Cameron

Your biggest secret was begging to be told but would your best friend, Rafe Cameron, and other people close in your life still want to be associated with you after it gets out?

A/N: There will be a part 2 to this :)

Warnings: some curse words

Word Count: 2.5k+

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The beach, for someone who hated it so much, was your safe space. Crazy, right? You live in the OBX where people from all over come just for the beaches and the fun to be had in them and you hated them. It was like living in Alaska or Canada and hating the snow. It didn’t make sense.

You were not like all the other people who inhabited the island of Outer Banks though. You didn’t surf. You barely swam. You didn’t lay out and tan every chance you got. You didn’t play in the sand, building sandcastles or playing beach volleyball. You did not even go to the beach during the daytime. Your favorite time to come to the beach was at night when there were cool breezes and not a soul in sight, just you and the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

So here you sat on a small sand dune as the tears slipped down your face. That’s what you enjoyed about being out here. No one was there to see you cry and no one was there to comfort you. You didn’t want to be comforted. You wanted it to be you, the sand, the wind, and the waves. No one else, but you and your thoughts. Your damn thoughts and feelings that were eating you alive.

You had a confession to make. You wanted to stop hiding your true self. There was more to you than you let on and you wanted to be you completely. Every time you were around the people you were supposed to feel comfortable around, you didn’t because you constantly felt like you were hiding something, and you were.

Kelce was a lost puppy dog, following the actions of you, Topper, and Rafe. He had a mind of his own, but it only showed itself on rare occasions. All other times, it was basically like you were talking to another Rafe or a second Topper. If you told him alone, then maybe he would accept you, but he also could not. If you told him with Topper or Rafe around, then he would most likely mirror their actions and you wanted Kelce to love you for you, not because Rafe or Topper did.

Topper was the most sympathetic of the three, but he also was not too fond of change. He cares a lot about you, just like the other two. He was the most likely of them all to be supportive and stand beside you, but he loved the you you are now. If you changed in his eyes, would he still love and support you?

Rafe, the one you were most worried about and the one you were closest with. He was awfully close-minded, and the topic of discussion is one you needed him to be open-minded about. He has been your best friend since y’all were kids. He was by your side through everything and you did the same for him. You didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon and you hoped he feels the same once you tell him your secret.

All you wanted from your friends and family was to be accepted as you are. That is all and you don’t think that is too much to ask. In fact, you know it’s not. The heavy feeling that resided in your gut told you that things were not going to be as easy as you were hoping for, but you had hope and you were holding onto that tiny sliver as if your life depended on it.

Your mind raced of all your thoughts that had swirled inside your brain since you came to the realization, but they only ran faster since you decided that you would announce your news sometime soon. You told yourself that you would tell at least one person before the year ended and time was running out.

As the tears kept streaming down your cheeks, you pulled your legs closer to your body to let yourself hug them close to you, comforting yourself since you were alone. That was all you needed was a hug at the moment, but there was no one to give you one. You rested your head on your knees as your silent sobs fell into your lap. You knew that if you did not hurry home soon, someone would come looking for you and someone did.

“Y/n is that you?” you heard Rafe’s voice call out from a good distance behind you. A sharp breath was sucked in your nose and your hands came up quickly to wipe away any evidence of tears on your face. Once he had gotten a little closer, you decided to respond.

“Hey, Rafe! How was your Christmas?” you spoke in a chipper voice as if you weren’t just sobbing about probably one of the biggest things you’ve dealt with in your life.

“It was good,” he started as he walked up to you and stood next to your sitting figure. “Do you want to talk about whatever you’re upset about or do you want me to leave you alone?”

Damn it, you should’ve known that he knew you only came out here when you were upset or thinking. It also didn’t help that you were terrible at faking anything and at lying as well.

“Umm…” you trailed off to think about your options. You could tell him now, but you were scared. You should tell him now. The only other people you would tell before you told Rafe would be your family, but quite honestly, Rafe was basically your family anyway and you wanted him to be the first to know. Now just didn’t feel like the right time.

“It’s okay, y/n. I will leave you alone. I’ll probably see you tomorrow so see ya,” he muttered before turning on his heel to walk away.

Or maybe it was the perfect time.

“Rafe, wait!” you shouted as you stood, dusting any sand off your ass and taking a step or two closer to him. He turned around to face you, waiting patiently to see what you had to say.

“I have to tell you something,” you whispered so quietly that you feared he didn’t hear you. You made yourself smaller and folded your arms as the nerves and anxiety bubbled inside you. You were going to do it. You were going to tell your best friend, the boy you spent most of your life with and were so close with that some people thought you two were a couple, your big news and you were slowly preparing yourself for rejection and loneliness if things did not go your way.

Rafe noticed your actions and hesitance and took some steps closer your way, his hands resting on your shoulders then sliding down your arms to meet your hands before he gave them a gentle squeeze as if to say, ‘it’s okay’. He sent you a small smile as you let out a shaky breath.

“Okay, so I am one hundred percent prepared for you to dissociate with me after I tell you this because I know you won’t understand and won’t like it, but Rafe, this is something I’ve been battling in my mind for years and I finally know the answer. So here goes nothing,” you chuckled before you dropped your hands from his to wipe away the streams of tears, only for your eyes to replace them with more. “Rafe, I- I- I’m bi, like bisexual. I like boys and girls.”

After you said it out loud, it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. While the feeling was euphoric, you didn’t let it get you too hyped as you gauged Rafe’s reaction. He seemed the same as before, just his blue eyes were a little wider. He was breathing the same, standing the same, looking the same, but you could not help but wonder what was going on in his brain. Was he hating you? Did he still love you? Was he trying to figure out which way to run? Obviously to the left was his best option, but it is Rafe we’re talking about, so he’d probably go right.

“Rafe?” you mumbled, your tears flowing harder than ever. At this point, you did not care if he stayed or left. You just wanted to know what he was thinking.

“That’s hot,” he told you as you watched the corner of his lips turn up in a smirk. You let out a dry chuckle before new tears formed and fell from your eyes.

“No, Rafe, that not what I need right now,” you sighed, slapping his chest playfully and crying harder.

“Oh sorry,” he muttered before pulling you into him and wrapping his large arms tightly around your frame. Being in his arms and feeling like your true self, not hiding a thing, felt amazing. You cried into his chest for what felt like ages before you pulled away to ask a question that was eating at you.

“Wait, so you still love me? You don’t hate me or want nothing to do with me? You still want to be my friend? My best friend?” Rafe stepped back before grabbing your face in his hands to ensure that your eyes would be locked with his and he had your full attention.

“Yes, I still love you. Nothing could change that. You know you’ll always be our y/n, right?”

His last sentence caused a new wave of tears to take over before you nodded at him quickly and threw your arms around his neck. He stood all the way up causing your feet to leave the ground while his arms slipped around your waist. He pressed comforting kisses to the side of your face as he continually whispered how much he loved you and how he would never leave you in your ear.

“Now we can all pick up girls at parties,” he joked when he brought you back down and let you go. You laughed along with him before he continued the conversation. “So, do you have any girl crushes on the island?”

The childlike giggle that escaped your lips and the heat that rushed to your cheeks answered his question before you could.

“Oh okay, y/l/n. Who is it? Wait no, let me guess while I take you home because it’s cold out here,” he spoke as a shiver ran down his spine. You nodded in agreement before the both of you started walking in the direction of the large black truck.

“Come on, Rafe. Give me your best shot,” you challenged, knowing the competitive Cameron boy wouldn’t stop until he guessed right. You were not going to outright tell him that you had the biggest crush on his sister, but you were interested to see if he would suggest it.

“Okay, umm… Carly?” he started what would be the beginning of a long game.

“Nope,” you responded, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“Jessica Bakersfield?”

“No.”

“That one girl that you sat beside in history?” he pondered as you both got into the truck.

“Darcy?” you inquired.

“Yeah, her. I had a crush on her.”

“She was pretty, but she wasn’t the brightest, so no,” you informed him when you buckled in your seatbelt.

“What about Kiara?”

“I did for a little bit, but she’s not really my type,” you explained while Rafe started the vehicle.

“Sarah?” he finally asked. As much as you wanted to scream yes, you did not.

“Your sister?” you questioned, eyebrows furrowed together in mock confusion.

“Yeah,” he teased.

“No, that’d be weird. I’ve known her since we were kids,” you ridiculed while rolling your eyes.

“Okay, sorry I asked,” he laughed as he held one hand up in defense, his other gripping the wheel.

“What about her best friend? Scarlet?”

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” you lied straight through your teeth to get him to quit with this game before you got home because you know if you didn’t, he would not give it a rest. He’d probably come into your house and continue to pester you with all the girls that lived on the island.

“Really? It’s Scarlet?” he asked as he pulled into your place and put the truck in park.

“Yep,” you nodded while you unbuckled yourself and took a deep breath, staring at the home you grew up in.

“Have you told them?” Rafe questioned when he noticed the way you did not really seem to want to leave the confines of his truck. You turned your head towards him before shaking it.

“They’re probably in bed by now so I might tell them in the morning,” you said. You wanted to tell all the people close to you around the same time and since you were already out to one person, the person you were most afraid to tell, telling everyone else seemed a lot easier.

“I can stay the night. You can tell them at breakfast and if things go south, I’ll be in your room ready to be your shoulder to cry on and once you’ve fallen asleep again like you always do when you cry a lot, I’ll slip out and give them a piece of my mind,” Rafe told you as he showed you his balled-up fist, acting as if he would literally fist fight your family.

“Please stay the night with me. You can stay in my room and I can cry to you if things go bad, but you don’t have to do the rest. Don’t fight my family,” you chuckled before Rafe nodded his head. You both hopped out of the vehicle and stayed silent when entering the house, so you did not wake your parents. You slowly tiptoed up the stairs and slipped into your room. Rafe found him some pajamas from his drawer in your room while you did the same in your closet. He changed while you grabbed a quick shower and changed. Rafe had already gotten comfortable in your bed and was scrolling through Instagram on his phone when you were done.

“So, what’s the plan tomorrow?” he asked as he plugged his phone up and turned to face you in the bed.

“Tell my parents. If things go well, then I’ll go tell Topper and Kelce right after. If not, we see how I feel and maybe tell Top and Kelce later tomorrow night? It all depends on how I feel,” you shrugged, grabbing your pillow and snuggling into the soft fabric.

“Sounds good to me,” he chimed before a yawn escaped him.

“I feel like I can tell anyone since I told you. I was terrified to tell you,” you mumbled while your eyes grew slightly heavier.

“I know!” Rafe yelled a little too loudly as your hand flew to cover his mouth. You removed it right after to let him finish what he was saying. “You are my best friend and I’m not letting you go. We’ve been through too much for anything to break us apart.”

“I love you, Rafe. Thank you for always supporting me,” you whispered as you lazily reached over to press a friendly kiss to his cheek. Sleep was coming sooner and sooner by the second.

“I love you too, y/n,” he mumbled before doing the same but kissing your forehead instead. After that, you two drifted to sleep, your dreams filled with happiness and spending the rest of your life with his sister.

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years ago

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Title: Home for the Holidays

Pairing: Soft Yoongi x reader ft. JK

Warnings: best friends to lovers, angst, Super fluff, crack, smut, hand job, oral (f) (m) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), teasing, orgasm denial.

Rating: 18 and over

Yoongi:

“When do you leave?” Yoongi asks you, watching you pace back and forth packing your overnight bags. “Um, Tomorrow. How about you?” Yoongi picks at his fingers, looking up from under his dark bangs. “Sunday.” “What are you guys going to do this year?” You ask him before disappearing into your room. “My brother is going to make a huge dinner and then maybe watch movies, nothing fancy.” Yoongi sighs, lying through his teeth. He never goes home for the holidays. He just says he does so you never feel bad for him. He usually spends his time on the couch watching Netflix, reading, fiddling on his phone, or jacking off while he waits for you to come home. “That sounds fun!” You comment. “Nah, not like your family. You guys go all out.” He comments, feeling the pang of loneliness in his chest with every item you collect and pack. You and Yoongi had been best friends for five years and rooming for three years. He wasn’t sure exactly when his feelings for you developed but they had, and boy had they flourished more and more over the past year. He found himself almost completely dependent on your company that the thought of you being gone for an entire week made him feel so lost and lonely.

“What do you want to do tonight?” You poke your head out of your room, staring at Yoongi now. “Movie?” Yoongi shrugs. You smile at him and God that smile, that smile makes Yoongi melt. “Let’s order out tonight and cuddle on the couch! We won’t be seeing each other for a whole week. How are we ever going to survive?” Yoongi swallows, pouting to himself. “We’ll manage I’m sure.” He says aloud, trying to convince himself of the words he’s speaking. You soon emerge from your room and plop down on the couch beside Yoongi. “I swear you never miss me when I’m gone. I think you like the time away from me.” Yoongi looks you over as you nuzzle into his side. He wanted to tell you, you were wrong, that he was going to miss you like crazy, but he didn’t want to sound desperate or crazy. “We are going to be too distracted with our families to miss each other Y/N.” “You’re right Yoongi, you always are!” You spend the evening stuffing your faces with dinner, popcorn, and snacks. The time passes so quickly that it isn't until your soft snores reach Yoongi’s ears, that he realizes that you are asleep on his shoulder. He looks over your soft features, tucking your hair away from your face, tempted to kiss your soft lips. Instead, he rests his head on yours, soon falling asleep beside you.

SATURDAY:

Y/N:

You fumble with your overnight bag, letting it flop to the ground by the door as you run back to Your room for a phone charger. “I’m all set Yoongi. Come say bye!” Yoongi soon emerges from his room, sleep still stuck in his messy hair. He opens his arms wide and you take him in a full hug. “Send me pictures ok and I’ll call when I get to my parents' house. Don’t sleep all day.” He nods simply with a tight smile. “Do you want me to carry that downstairs for you?” He grumbles when he sees you toss your bag onto your shoulder. “Nope! The cab is right downstairs. I’ll be fine. Thank you though. Tell your family I said hi.” He nods again and you take your leave.

You arrive at the airport and wait around for three hours only to find your flight has been delayed until tomorrow night! “Fuck!” You whine under your breath. You head over to a ticket agent to see if you can finagle your way onto an earlier flight. “Sorry ma’am, it’s the holidays, everything is booked! If there was something I could do I’d be sure to do it.” You nod, rolling your eyes as you walk off. You run outside to catch a cab back home, knowing there was no way you were going to sleep in a crowded airport. You call Yoongi’s phone to see if there is anything you can grab for lunch for him, but he doesn’t answer. “Oh well, we can order when I get there.” You enter your apartment and toss your overnight on the floor. “Yoongi,” you shout into the apartment, hearing music coming from the back of the apartment, “You will never believe what happened at the airport.” You walk back towards Yoongi’s room, the music playing growing louder as you approach. “Why are you blasting the music?” You huff, opening his door and entering his room. You gasp at the sight of Yoongi seated at his computer, headphones on and attached to his laptop streaming porn, his pants around his ankles. His head is thrown back and his eyes are tightly closed while he frantically fists his cock. He bites his lip hard, holding back his strained moans. You want to look away, close the door, but God if he doesn’t look so fucking hot. You feel your panties soak at the sight of his swollen tip drooling pre-cum onto his hand with every up thrust. His cock so much larger than you imagined. You swallow hard, licking your lips, trying to hold back the urge to drop to your knees before him when he suddenly pops his eyes open, looking down at his own member before rolling his neck and locking eyes with you. You both jump up in unison and you watch as he tries to use his shirt to cover his glorious cock. “What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” He shouts causing you to shriek and slam his door shut. You run to your room and plop down on your bed, feeling hot all over. “Holy fuck!” You sigh.

Soon, a soft knock on your door startles you. You clear your throat, “Come in.” Yoongi opens your door and enters, face flushed. “Hey, you ok? Sorry I shouted at you.” He says, arms crossed. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I should’ve knocked. I tried calling you. My flight got delayed till tomorrow night. I’m didn’t mean to intrude.” He nods and soon smirks when he sees how flustered you are. “It’s ok. We can just forget it.” He chuckles. “Yes, for sure,” You clear your throat, knowing you’ll never get the sight of his cock out of your head, “You should check your flight and see if maybe yours was delayed also.” You add, trying to distract from your dirty thoughts. “Yeah, I’ll look later. Why don’t we grab some food? I’m starving.” He rubs his tummy. “I bet.” You mumble. “Come again?” “Nothing. I said, let’s eat!” He nods and walks off. You release a trembled sigh, standing slowly and following him out to the living room. He plops on the couch, running his hands through his hair. You had always thought Yoongi was hot, having spent the better part of five years with him, you knew things no one ever would. He was caring and understanding in ways no one else was, not even members of your own family, it was no wonder He had held such a special place in your heart. You had sometimes liked to envision what life would be like if you two just got together but you never wanted to complicate things; the fear of losing your best friend too great to risk.

“Hello, Earth to Y/N." Yoongi waves his hand in front of your face to catch your attention. “I’m sorry I zoned out. Did you say something?” “Are you in the mood for pizza?” He says slowly. “Sure. That's fine.” He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Look, maybe we should talk about what you saw. I don't want things to be awkward between us. I thought you were gone or else I wouldn’t have been so…comfortable I suppose.” Your eyes widen at his explanation. “Oh God no! You don’t have to explain yourself. This is your place too. I was rude to have just stood there. I was in shock, I guess. It’s perfectly normal and you have every right to be…. uh…. comfortable. Things won’t be awkward, I promise. I’m just trying to figure out a time frame for getting to my parents place you know.” You give him a reassuring smile. He nods and pulls out his phone to order the pizza.

The evening moves forward like normal and soon you both head to bed. “Hey, what time is your flight tomorrow?” You ask Yoongi before he walks off completely. “Uh. Late.” He gives a tight smile. You eye him suspiciously but think nothing further. Once in your room, you call your parents' house and get the machine. “Hey guys, it's me. Um, my flight got delayed so I won't be there until early Monday morning. I'll just catch a cab from the airport to your place. Love you guys. Talk soon.” You spend the evening tossing and turning, unable to sleep, the thought of Yoongi’s euphoric face stuck in your brain as he stroked his member. You roll onto your back in a huff, biting your bottom lip at the feel of your slick coat your core. You fondle at your own breast, wondering to yourself if Yoongi is fast asleep.

Yoongi:

Yoongi swallows down his glass of water quickly, searching his mind for a good enough excuse to feed you tomorrow when you notice he isn’t packed and ready to go anywhere. He’s angry with himself for being a coward and not coming clean ages ago and just telling you straight out his family didn’t celebrate the holidays. Hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he got a phone call for his birthday. He shrugs, telling himself he will just deal with it tomorrow. He had a bigger fish to fry and that was being caught jerking off. How could he be so reckless? He was always careful to lock his door. He chuckles to himself thinking of how flustered you look, wondering if it was at all possible for you to be turned on. He shakes his head, clearing the idea from his mind, there was no way you could have feelings for him. He slowly rotates his shoulders, quietly padding past your door to get back to his room. “Yoongi.” He swears he hears come from your room. He pauses for a moment, leaning in towards your door to see if he could hear any movement. He hums to himself when he hears nothing and goes to walk off again. “I’m so wet for you Yoongi.” Yoongi’s brow shoots up at the statement and he quietly moves towards your door, his heart slamming against his chest. Is she? He thinks to himself, pressing his ear to your door. He can hear your muffled pants and moans as he pushes his ear further into the wood. “God, I need your gorgeous cock inside me. Please baby.” Yoongi’s eyes widen and he shoves his knuckle in his mouth to keep from screaming. Your breath begins to quicken and Yoongi feels his cock come to life with each sweet moan. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” You cry out. “Fuck.” Yoongi whispers under his breath, gripping his erection through his pajama pants. He moans and walks off, needing to find his own release.

Y/N:

You wake around 11 feeling nice and energized. You stretch your body and suddenly realize you have no clue whether Yoongi has left yet. You jump out of bed and walks over to his room, knocking on the door. No answer. You know harder, hearing him grumble to life, soon shuffling to the door. He unlocks it and opens it rubbing eyes. “What time is your flight? I got scared you left already.” You pout at him. He clears his throat and shakes his head. “Well, I’ll make a quick brunch for us before we go. Wake up.” You rub his tummy and spin, heading to the bathroom to wash up.

You hear Yoongi shuffle into the bathroom when you head into the kitchen. A soft knock on your apartment door. You answer it to find your neighbor Miss Markley standing before you. “Good morning Miss Markley. Everything ok?” “Good morning darling. Everything is great! I got some of Yoongi’s mail in my box again. Didn’t want him to miss it. Happy holidays you two." You grab the envelope from her and wish her a Happy Holiday as well. Looking over the envelope, you see it’s from Yoongi’s brother, post marked from Germany. Your brow furrows confused on how that could be. You place the card on the table and begin mixing batter together for pancakes.

Yoongi soon emerges, greeting you with a tight smile. “You got mail. Miss Markley dropped it off.” Yoongi looks over the envelope and opens it. You watch him carefully, eyeing for a reaction as he reads the handwritten letter. “All good?” You ask once you see Yoongi tear up the letter and toss it in the trash. “Yeah, just sending Holiday wishes.” “That’s sweet especially since you’re going home to see him. In Korea.” You nod. Yoongi nods with a smile, pouring himself some orange juice and sitting at the table. “You little fucking liar.” You snap. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Come again?” “The letter was post marked from Germany; I didn’t know you brother was even in Germany! What's going on Yoongi? Seriously! What are you hiding?” Yoongi sighs. “I didn’t know he was in Germany either. Apparently, he’s met a woman and they’ve moved out there. He’s happy. He wanted to let me know. Happy now? Secrets out.” He sips from his juice. “Wait, so you haven’t been speaking to your brother? I thought you saw him last year for the holidays?” “Not everyone has a happy family dynamic like you Y/N. I don’t see my family for the holidays ok. I’ve been lying. I stay home every year and watch shit TV. It’s fine.” “It’s not fine,” You say, walking over and taking his hand in yours, “I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me this.” He yanks his hands away. “I didn’t because of this. I don’t want your pity. I don’t feel bad about it and so I don’t want you to either. It's not a big deal.” He sips his juice again. You nod quickly and head back to the stove to make pancakes when it hits you. “I have the perfect idea,” You spin around, “Why don’t you come with me to my parents' house?? Spend the holidays with me and my family? They won’t mind at all. They love guest.” He shakes his head furiously. “Seriously its ok.” “It's decided. If you’re truly my best friend and love me, you will spend the holidays with me.” He scoffs at your comment. “Y/N I really don’t want to impose. I’ll be fine here.” You walk over to him and drop to your knees, pouting. “Please Min Min. If you really love me, you’ll say yes.” He laughs wide, exposing his gums. “Fine.” You jump up and down in delight. “We are going to have so much fun! I can’t wait. Let me call the airline and get you a flight asap. You walk off. “Hey, the pancakes will burn!” Yoongi shouts at you.

Yoongi:

‘Jesus this house is big.’ Is all Yoongi can think as you both pull up to the front of your parents' house. Yoongi knew your family was wealthy but not this wealthy. This was more of an estate than a family home. Yoongi felt anxiety hit him with the thought that he wouldn’t fit in. “Come on, let’s get in there. We will have to be quiet. Everyone is probably sleeping.” Yoongi nods, hopping out of the car and moving towards the trunk to grab the bags. You both walk towards the house and Yoongi watches as you bend down and lift the welcome mat to retrieve a key. “I thought people only did that in the movies.” Yoongi laughs. “They only did it because they knew I was coming.” You whisper. He watches you unlock the door, adjusting the bag on his shoulder and quietly walks in behind you. He chuckles softly as your family dog, a golden retriever, runs up to you both. Yoongi crouches down to pet him, snuggling into his soft hair. “What’s your name buddy?” “Literally.” You whisper. “Oh? It's Buddy?” Yoongi’s eyes widen. “Hi Buddy.” He whispers softly to your dog, scratching him all over. “Come.” Y/N whispers to Yoongi. He looks up and follows you up the stairs and down a long hallway. “Where are we going?” He whispers. “To my room, I don’t know about you, but I am exhausted!” “Like, together?” Yoongi feels his heart race at the thought of sharing a room with you under your parents' roof. “Don't be a baby Min.” You whisper to Yoongi.

Yoongi enters your childhood bedroom and finds himself emersed, first, in your scent. It's everywhere. He smiles gently, dropping the bags to the ground. He moves around the room, looking about at your old photos and trophies. He chuckles at how adorable you were as a child. He runs his fingers over your ribbons, taking the time to read each achievement. “You’re amazing Y/N. You did all this as a kid?” He marvels. You throw yourself atop your plush bed while Yoongi continues to glance over your things. “Yeah, my parents where overachievers and expected the same from us kids.” He nods and even though he can hear the disdain in your voice, he still thinks it's all amazing. His heart flutters and in that moment, he knows for sure, he’s fallen even more in love with you. “Come cuddle Min.” You whisper and he is more than happy to oblige, kicking off his sneakers and hopping into the bed with you.

The following morning, Yoongi stirs from under the plush covers, unsure of when he nestled under there. He stretches wide, rolling over to find Y/N gone. He pops up quickly, looking around the room to find a young man sitting at the edge of the bed chomping on cereal. “You her boyfriend?” He drawls between chews. “No, roommate.” Yoongi grumbles. He eyes you suspiciously. “You sleep in the same bed as your roommate?” “We’re close. Um, are you family?” Yoongi asks. The young man nods. “I’m her brother. JK. Adopted, before you comment on how alike we look.” He chuckles shoveling more cereal in his mouth. “I don’t think you look alike.” Yoongi grumbles. “You’re the first. I know people are just being nice, but I find it silly. Anyway, you should get downstairs. Pop is dying to pick your brain. He’s gonna kill you when he finds out you're rooming with his baby girl. Good lucckkkk!” JK sing songs out of the room. Yoongi throws his head back on the pillow, rubbing his eyes hard. “What the fuck am I doing here?” He asks aloud, placing his hand on his strumming heart.

Y/N:

“Pop, you better be nice. I’m serious. He’s a great guy and he has always been a gentleman to me.” You explain to your father about Yoongi. “Why isn’t he with his family?” Your father questions, flipping pancakes. JK appears, slurping milk from his bowl. “He looks harmless pop; I can totally take him.” “Don’t be a jerk Jay!” “They slept in the same bed by the way.” You gasp at JK tattling. “Wait, I thought you said he was just a friend.” Your father eyes you. “He is but we are close, so sometimes we share a bed, who care? It isn’t a big deal. It doesn’t mean anything. JK has a big mouth.” You toss a hand towel at your brother’s face. He giggles, sticking his tongue out at you. “Now, now, baby girl, JK is your brother. He’s just looking out for you. I mean come on, I don’t know this kid, never even met him and suddenly you show up with him in the middle of the night and I find out you’re both snuggled up in bed together. What am I supposed to think?” “That I am an adult, and you can trust me. I swear pop, I will be so angry and disappointed if you mistreat my BEST friend.” “Oh, Charlie, give it a rest.” Your mother walks in, dropping the morning paper on the counter and pulling you into a hug. “How’s my baby girl been?” “Good momma. I miss you guys! Well not so much JK but you and pop.” You snuggle into her arms. “Hate you too sis.” JK says while shoving bacon in his mouth. “Will you get outta here and set the table for breakfast.” Your father scolds him. JK huffs but walks off to do as he’s told.

Yoongi soon emerges, fresh faced from a shower. “Morning.” He waves with a smile. “Good morning darling. Welcome to our home. Y/N has told us so much about you and we are thrilled to have you here with us for the holidays. Right Buck?” You mother greets. Your father takes a deep breath before turning to greet Yoongi. You shoot him the evil eye. “That’s right son, welcome to our home, happy to have you. Names Charlie but people call me Buck. This is my wife Alice and you’ve met JK. Uh, mi casa and all that.” He nods at Yoongi, turning back to the stove. “Oh, don’t mind him, he’s an old grump. Help yourself to anything you want, you don’t even need to ask. We are tree hunting later so I hope you brought warm clothes. JK is setting the table, why don’t you go help him? I’m sure you boys can bond.” Yoongi nods. “Of course. I’d love to help out.” “Come Min, I'll show you the dining area.” Yoongi bows to your mother before following you out of the room.

“My hands are sweating.” He comments once you’re both alone. “Don’t be nervous they are harmless. My dad is a teddy bear. He’s just messing with you because I’ve never brought a guy home. My mom loves you already and JK is just a brat.” Yoongi smiles at you. “Who you calling a brat?” “You, you little snitch! You had to tell dad we slept together?” JK snorts out a laugh. “You should’ve seen your face. You almost turned green. I was sure you would throw up.” “You’re such a shit.” “You’re such a daddy’s girl.” “Are you both like this all the time?” Yoongi chimes in. “For the most part. If we lived together, we may have had one of those loving brother sister relationships with a tad bit of teasing but since she doesn’t live here, I make it my life’s work to give her hell when she’s here.” JK explains with a shit eating grin. Yoongi just shakes his head, placing plates down on the table. “You’re supposed to be helping Jay.” You snap. He just shrugs. “You guys are doing a great job.” “Here, put down the cutlery.” Yoongi demands, handing the items to JK. You can’t help but smile. “Aww, you like her, but like for real.” JK teases and Yoongi’s face drops. “You are a little shit.” Yoongi mumbles. “That is so adorable you guys. So, are you crushing on each other or is this like a secret lovers thing?” He continues rambling as he makes his way around the table. “Shut up Jay!” You shout. JK’s eyes widen. “Ah, it’s a secret. Sorry.” He whispers to you. “I’ll kill you Jay, I swear.” He smirks at you. “Guys come grab the food to bring to the table.” Your father shouts and you are grateful for the interruption.

Yoongi:

“Now I know where Y/N learned to make her pancakes from.” Yoongi comments, wiping his mouth of his breakfast. He rubs his tummy lightly, looking over at you. “Had to teach my baby girl here everything I know. Do you cook Yoongi?” Yoongi nods. “I do. Mostly Korean dishes. I would love to cook for you guys before I go, to thank you for letting me be here.” “He’s a great cook pop.” “Well than I can't wait,” Your dad declares with a smile, “Let’s clean up so we can head out and get the tree. Yoongi you ever chop down a tree before?” “Uh, no sir, I can't say that I have.” “Oh, pop, you have to let him do it this year.” JK says with a grin. “Of course. Its tradition for our family to go out and pick the best tree on the farm and chop that baby down and since you’ll be joining in on our family tradition this year Yoongi, I think it would be nice to chop the tree down.” Yoongi looks at you, feeling his face heat. “Uh, I don’t want to impose.” He mutters. “Yeah pop, seriously. You don’t have to do it Yoongi.” “Hey now! Yoongi is going to be just fine baby girl. Right Yoongi?” Yoongi finds himself locked in a staring contest with Y/N’s father. He swallows hard and nods simply. “Alright! Let’s do it.” Your father slams his hand on the table causing Yoongi to jump a bit. You all work together to clear the table, Yoongi surprised at just how quickly everything is cleaned and organized.

You both head up to your room to get ready. “He hates me.” Yoongi declares, shoving his feet into his boots. “He does not!” You emerge from the restroom fully dressed. “He does. Why else would he be trying to get me to chop down a tree? Going on about family tradition and don’t get me started about your brother.” Yoongi rambles. He looks over at you with wide eyes and a gaping mouth to find you giggling. “What? What's funny?” “You, you are so nervous? Why? Just be yourself. No one is judging you or testing you. If you don’t want to chop down the tree than don’t. It's going to be fine. I'll be there the whole time.” Yoongi pouts and Y/N walks over, pulling Yoongi into a hug. He moans quietly, snuggling into your chest, taking in your scent. “Hey,” She slaps the back of Yoongi’s head, “Don't be a perve, ogling my boobies.” He chuckles at her comment. “Sorry.” Y/N winks at Yoongi and he wonders if this your way of flirting. “Finish getting ready and meet me downstairs. It’s going to be fine. I promise.” He nods, watching you walk away.

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Forgot something?” Yoongi mumbles, lacing his boots. “Nope.” Yoongi’s head pops up to find JK entering the room. “Ah, come to give me grief.” “Nope.” Yoongi looks up at JK, who is grinning mischievously at him. “Then why are you here?” Yoongi sits up after finishing his laces. “Do you really like my sister? Like no bullshit?” Yoongi scoffs, unsure of what to make of this question. “We have known each other a long time, been through a lot together. I love her very much. She means the world to me.” JK nods. “Are in love with her?” Yoongi shrugs, trying to decide if he should confess his feelings to Y/N’s brother or not. “It's a simple question.” “Is it,” Yoongi snaps, “I mean, have you ever been in love? Why are you even asking me these questions?” “Because she means the world to me too and she's never brought home a guy, ever! So, either you're some charity case from a broken home and she feels bad or there is more to the story here. Either way, I know my sister and I know her true intentions. You, I don’t know, and when I don’t know someone, I give them hell. This is your chance to state your true intentions, Min Yoongi. Are you in love with her? Yes or No.”

Y/N:

“We come her every year.” You explain to Yoongi as the two of you walk around the tree farm. You father and mother have walked off on their own leaving you and Yoongi to babysit JK, who trails behind you both. “This one is nice.” Yoongi points to a tall Balsam fir. “The trick is to make sure it is full all around, no holes.” JK chimes in, pointing to an empty patch at the back of the tree. “Ah, I see.” Yoongi nods. You eye them suspiciously, watching at how they fall in line together, walking ahead now pointing at trees. When did they become buddies, you wonder to yourself? “Ooooo, guys! Let’s grab hot cocoa!” You hop up and down a bit. They both turn around and follow you to the stand. Yoongi stands in front of you ordering an iced americano for himself, and a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for you. “Anything for you Jay?” Yoongi asks. “Uh, yeah, I’ll have the same as Y/N.” Yoongi nods, ordering JK’s drink and two hot coffees for your parents’. He pays the cashier and hands you and JK your drinks. “I could get used to this.” JK smiles, sipping his hot chocolate. Yoongi turns with the rest of the drinks in a cup holder and you all make your way towards your parents’. “Look at this beauty.” You father calls out to you all as you approach. “That’s huge pop.” You reply. “She’s 8 feet but will look great in the family room.” He smiles. Yoongi hands your mother her coffee first, then your father. “Ah, thanks Yoongi. I love this place. I have been bringing the kids here since they were strapped to my chest. What about your family? What do you guys do?” “Nothing.” Yoongi confesses, sipping his drink. “Well, lucky for you, we go all out here. Don’t we baby girl?” You nod happily, smiling at Yoongi.

“Alright, enough mushy talk, let’s chop this baby down!” JK hollers, moving forward with an ax in his hand. “Now son, let Yoongi do it.” Your father waves Yoongi forward, who quickly gives you a fearful look. “Pop…” You begin, immediately getting cut off by JK. “Pop, this year is my year. Last year you said I wasn’t strong enough, and so I had to wait till this year so, yeah, sorry Yoongi but I’m pulling rank. Maybe next year, if you’re still around.” “No complaints here.” Yoongi replies. “Alright then, let’s get us a tree shall we son?” JK nods, swinging the ax at an angle into the base of the trunk.

Yoongi:

“No empty spots from my end.” Yoongi declares, sipping your father’s homemade eggnog. “Mine either.” You speak next. “Nice on my end.” JK calls after. You all step back and examine your work, having finished placing the lights on the tree. “She is gorgeous Buck.” Y/N’s mother sighs, looking over the tree. Yoongi nods, sipping more of the eggnog. “Slow down on that stuff. Pop spikes it with hard liquor.” JK shoots Yoongi a nauseated look. Yoongi looks down at his glass to see he’s at the bottom of the drink. He’s never tasted eggnog, and he was shocked at how delicious it was, not realizing he was getting drunk. He places the cup down, rubbing his eyes. “Refill?” Y/N’s dad walks by and fills Yoongi’s cup again before he can protest. Yoongi shrugs, slurping down the smooth liquid happily. “It's yummy right?” You smile at him. “Now this is a recipe you should learn.” Yoongi chuckles. “Here ornaments next.” She stumbles a bit, passing Yoongi some colorful orbs. “Oh boy! She’s already drunk!” JK shakes his head, placing ornaments on the tree. Y/N’s father walks over with a ladder and climbs up to place trimmings that are passed to him by Y/N’s mother at the top of the tree, while JK works on the bottom. Yoongi and Y/N work together on the middle. “I am not drunk Jay.” JK gives Yoongi a wide glance. “Sorry for you Yoongi. She’s either a whiny mess or a slutty mess.” “Hey,” Buck hollers, “Don’t call your sister a slut.” JK rolls his eyes. “Sorry pop.” Y/N sticks her tongue out at JK, who flips her the bird while mouthing the word slut again. Soon, Buddy, the family dog walks into the room, hopping onto the couch behind Yoongi to watch the show.

Yoongi sips his drink, looking around, resting the cup against his chest. He smiles softly, nodding at the scene, feeling his heart warm. This was what a home was, a family placing ornaments on the tree, laughing about lord knows what but all together and happy. He felt just that, happy, but most of all accepted. He understood why people loved the holidays so much if this was what they went home to. He looked over at Y/N, smiling wide as she decorated the tree and sang Christmas songs, and he felt his skin tingle. He wanted to give this to her forever, this warm happy feeling, he wanted to always be around to make her smile this big. He couldn’t believe how much or how fast he could fall in love but here he was, staring right at the person he could see himself spend the rest of his life with. “Bro, are you gonna cry?” Yoongi is pulled out of his thoughts towards JK who is looking at him with concern. “What? No.” “He does, doesn’t he? He looks like he’s gonna cry.” JK giggles. Yoongi clears his throat, feeling his cheeks burn. “Leave him alone Jay.” Y/N chucks an orb at her brother. “This is his first Christmas without his family JK, have some sympathy.” Your mother snaps. “I am fine everyone, really. I think it’s the alcohol. I should drink some water.” Yoongi declares, walking off to the kitchen. “You’re such a jerk JK.” Yoongi hears Y/N scold. He pours himself water, gulping it down quickly. The kitchen door swings open behind him and he closes his eyes in frustration. Buddy, the dog, shuffles towards him licking at his hands. Yoongi leans down and begins petting him. “You’re just as misunderstood as I am, aren’t you?” Yoongi asks his furry friend. “Maybe if you spoke up and helped me understand you, you wouldn’t feel that way?” JK appears. Yoongi sighs, still petting Buddy. “What do you want JK?” He groans. “I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that. I just, I’m not used to seeing people look at her like that. Why don’t you just tell her how you feel?” “It's complicated. She doesn’t feel the same.” JK nods. “I guess you’ll never know since you’ve never even tried.” “Uh, what do you know about it?” Yoongi snaps, running on liquid courage. “Nothing, I’m just the cute baby brother, right? Anyway, they want you back in there to finish up the tree.” Yoongi sighs as JK walks off.

Y/N:

Yoongi appears from the kitchen with Buddy in tow. You walk over to him, feeling the alcohol hitting you. “Are you ok?” You push his bangs from his forehead. He stutters a bit, “Uh, I’m good. I just needed some water.” “Ok.” You give him a soft smile, finishing up the tree. “Alright everyone, how is it looking?” Your father asks. You all step back and look the tree over. “Looks good from here Buck, Light her up.” Your father nods, stopping briefly to look at all of you. He waves Yoongi over, handing him the plugs. “You do it. You didn’t get to chop it down but light her up.” Yoongi bites his bottom lip nervously, taking the wires from your dad. “Ok, count of three.” Yoongi nods and you all count down together, Yoongi plugging the tree in at one. The whole thing illuminates and you all cheer. Yoongi walks over to you to get a better view. “It’s gorgeous right?” You whisper to him, wrapping your arm around his waist. He nods, embracing you. The doorbell rings and your father jumps up. “Pizza I ordered!” He exclaims, walking over to the door. “Thanks for coming to be with me.” Yoongi looks down at you. “Thanks for inviting me.” “Alright everyone, let’s eat!” Your father shouts, running by you all and into the dining room. At the end of the night, you are all spent from decorating, stuffing your faces with pizza, and drinking the night away. “What’s on the agenda tomorrow Pop?” JK asks. “Snow tubing.” He answers, wiping his mouth. Yoongi’s eyes light up hearing this. “They have so much at this place Min. Snow tubing, skiing, ice skating, and fire pits. It’s going to be so much fun.” You hiccup, covering your mouth. “I can’t wait!” Yoongi laughs, rubbing his belly. “Let’s hit the sack. A lot of fun tomorrow.” Your father rises from his chair, your mother soon after. “Goodnight kids.” Your mother says. “Goodnight.” You all say in unison.

JK soon stretches and rises from his seat. “Come on Buddy, let's get some sleep.” JK waves at the two of you, walking out of the room with Buddy hurrying behind him. “We should get some rest also.” Yoongi yawns. You nod, looking over his soft features. “I’m happy you didn’t stay home Min.” You whisper to him. He chuckles, rubbing his nose. “You said that already. You really are drunk huh?” “No, yeah, maybe. I’m just happy is all.” He nods. “Me too. I’m happy I’m here.” “Perfect, now, Let’s go cuddle.” You rub the back of his neck. He swallows, hopping up out of his seat. You both head up to your bedroom, Yoongi walking into the restroom to change into his pajama pants and a white t-shirt. He soon climbs into bed, lying on his right side, facing you. You look him over, feeling your heart thump. He was so handsome. He laid there, eyes closed, nuzzling into the pillow. It felt complete having Yoongi with you at your family's house, why hadn't you both done this sooner? You move in closer to him, feeling his breath on your face. He wraps an arm around you, and you can feel your body tingle, your core burn. You needed to be closer to him. You turn your body, pushing your back into his chest, forcing him to spoon you. He chuckles lightly but says nothing. “Yoongi?” He hums in response. “What would you be doing right now if you had stayed home?” He sighs, clearing his throat. “Maybe I'd be watching a movie until I fell asleep on the couch.” You hum in agreement. “Or maybe thinking about me while you touch yourself?” You brazenly suggest, grinding your ass against his crotch.

“Uh, what, what are doing?” He stutters, unable to hold back a small moan from escaping his lips when you grind gently against his growing shaft. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, how hot I thought it was when I saw you masturbating in your room.” You turn now, capturing his pout in a kiss. He grips your hips moaning into your mouth. “Y/N, I think we had a lot to drink. Maybe you’re not in the right mindset for this.” He whispers between kisses. “No, you’re wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing. I want to touch you so bad, I just, I can’t get you out of my head. I need you so bad. I want you so bad.” You confess, sliding your tongue into his warm mouth. He slowly runs his hand up your back, allowing you to take control of the kiss, swirling your tongue around his. You both fall into a rhythm and you feel yourself drench your panties. Unable to hold back any longer you reach down and grip Yoongi's massive erection through his pajama pants. He moans loudly, pulling you into him. “Don’t. We shouldn’t. Your parents.” He pants, grinding into your grasp. “Shh. Its ok baby.” You assure him, tugging his pants down to free his cock. He groans as you take his hold of him, wrapping your hand around his heated shaft. You begin to slowly stroke his length, thumbing over his pre-cum and dragging it down along his length.

He leans his forehead against yours, watching you work his cock. He bites on his lip, pulling his shirt up, and running his hand along his bare chest. You smirk at him, leaning in to lick his exposed nipple. “Fuck.” He moans. You kiss him again, stroking him faster, rubbing your thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. He moans and groans quietly, his head falling back, his eyes tightly shut. “My God baby, you’re so sensitive.” You comment, clenching around nothing, so turned on by his needy display. You pick up the pace, impressed at how his pre-cum spills out from his reddened tip and onto your fist, assisting your hand as it glides up and down his long cock. “Y/N, please stop, or else I’m gonna cum.” “Aw, but that’s what I want baby, for you to cum for me.” He shakes his head in protest and you can see he's trying desperately to hold back his climax. You shift your body, pushing him onto his back completely, allowing you to straddle him. You stroke him harder, faster, with one hand, massaging his balls with the other. His head sinks further into the pillow, as he nibbles hard on his lip. “I can’t, I can’t fucking hold back. I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck!” He shouts, his belly tightening as he hitches forward a bit. You aim his cock towards your chest, allowing the long strands of his seed to paint the front of your shirt. You continue stroking him through his climax until his body trembles with overstimulation. When he’s good and spent, a panting mess beneath you, you lean forward and kiss his lips softly. “You’re so gorgeous Yoongi. I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. Get some sleep. I’m going to clean myself up.” You get up and head to the restroom, pulling off your cum stained shirt and dropping your hand between your thighs to find your own climax.

Yoongi:

Yoongi jumps up from his slumber, looking around wildly. “Y/N.” He calls out, rubbing his pounding temple. Had he just dreamed up last night? “Y/N.” He calls out again. No answer. He jumps out of bed and goes to the restroom to shower and get ready for the day. Yoongi releases a deep low growl of a sigh as the warm water washes over him. “Music to my ears.” He jumps at the sound of Y/N entering the restroom. He pokes his head out from behind the shower curtain. “Good morning.” Yoongi greets. “Morning hot stuff. We are heading out after your shower. We’re just grab breakfast at the spot.” Y/N announces, twisting her head to sneak a peek at Yoongi’s naked body. He chuckles softly, tucking further behind the curtain. Was he dreaming this? Could she really be attracted to him? “Maybe we should talk about last night at some point.” He suggests. “Yeah of course.” She smiles. He can't help but smile back, tucking back behind the curtain to finish his shower. He wanted so badly for her feelings to be real, he felt butterflies in his belly. He wanted to confess, move forward. He nodded to himself. Today would be the day. He would tell her the truth, exactly how he felt.

You all arrive at the snow tubing place and set up by a fire pit after having ordered some lunch. “It’s nice here right?” Y/N asks. Yoongi nods, looking around. “So, about last night,” Yoongi starts, “I know we had a lot to drink and what not, but I was hoping that maybe what you had said was for real you know?” “Not to sound like a complete fool but what exactly did I say?” Y/N chuckles, biting her lip in embarrassment. Yoongi feels his resolve breaking. “Um, well about needing me, wanting me, uh, loving me for the rest of your life. I mean I could just be reading the situation wrong. I mean, you were drunk and so was I and it was a heated moment.” Yoongi rambles, searching your face for signs of doubt. “Yoongi want to hit the slopes with me? I need someone lighter for the snow tube.” JK interrupts. “Yeah sure. Give me a minute.” Yoongi huffs. JK nods, eyeing you both suspiciously, walking off. “No, I knew what I was doing Yoongi. You didn’t read the situation wrong; I mean I was drunk sure, but I wanted to be intimate with you.” Yoongi felt a glimmer of hope in his chest. “Well, I am happy to hear that because I need to tell you something.” She nods, paying close attention. “Y/N, I thought that was you.” Yoongi looks up at an unfamiliar face. “Keith! Oh my god, how are you? How long has it been?” Y/N hops up, giving the stranger a hug. “Like two years or something. You look amazing.” Yoongi feels the sting of jealousy hit him as the two look at each other giddily. Yoongi stands, clearing his throat. “Oh, this is Yoongi. He’s my best friend from back at school. Yoongi this is Keith.” Yoongi nods, reaching out his hand. “Sup Yoongme. Nice to meet you.” “It’s Yoongi.” Y/N corrects. “Oh, sorry. YoonGI. Look man can I steal her away for minute, it has just been so long.” “Actually, we are in the middle of something.” Yoongi clips with a tight smile. “It’ll be quick Min. I'll be right back, promise.” Y/N says, running her hand down Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi’s face drops but he reluctantly agrees, watching them walk off together. “Wicked burn bro.” JK appears eating an ice cream. Yoongi squints at him in annoyance. “Shut up Jay! Who even is that guy?” Yoongi whines. JK swallows a wad of ice cream. “Her ex.” He mumbles, patting Yoongi on the shoulder, walking off. Yoongi drops back into his seat feeling the woes of defeat wash over him. How could he compete with an ex? He drops his head into his hands, breathing deeply to stop the sting of tears from flowing.

Y/N:

How long had it been since you’d seen Keith, you wonder? “It’s so great to see you Y/N. You look so amazing. How long you in town for?” Keith beams. “Uh, just till after Christmas, then we head back home.” “You and Yoongme.” “It’s Yoongi, don’t be rude.” Keith chuckles. “Sorry. Can't help that I’m a little jealous. I mean, I've never spent the holidays with you and your family. What’s with this guy?” You shake your head. “He’s my roommate and best friend. He had nowhere to go for the holidays. No one should spend them alone. You were always with your family anyway.” “Yeah, but still, I would've spent the holidays with you had you asked.” “It wasn’t really serious between us back then.” Keith chuckles but says nothing. You can see in his face that he is hurt by your words. “I mean we are going to be here today if you want to hang out and catch up?” You offer. “Yeah, I um, I came with some of the guys, but I can ditch them and catch up with you. I think that would be nice.” You smile at him and lead him back to your family.

“Hey guys,” you greet everyone who has begun eating, “You guys remember Keith? He is going to hang out with us for the day. It’s been a while since we have seen each other so we figure it would be nice to catch up.” “The more the merrier baby girl.” Your father chimes in. JK and Yoongi both give you an annoyed look. JK stands nodding for you to follow him. You point for Keith to take a seat with your parents. “What’s up Jay?” “Are you deaf, dumb, or blind? OO, maybe you wanna circle all of the above?” JK clips. “What the hell is your problem?” “My problem? No what is your problem? You’re here with Yoongi.” Your eyes bulge for a moment at his comment. “I am not here WITH Yoongi. We are not together or a thing Jay.” JK rolls his eyes at you. “You know for someone so smart, you're really dumb.” “I don’t know what he told you but...” “He doesn’t have to tell me anything Y/N, I have two eyes that work. Clearly, you don’t. I can't believe that you would ruin something so, so, pure, for Keith! He’s a douche! That’s ok though. We all get what we deserve in life.” You’re left with your mouth hanging open, unsure of how to respond. “Everything ok?” You mother comes over to you and wraps an arm around you. “Yeah, just JK being himself.” She nods and gives you a once over. “Well, I'm going to head inside and get everyone bracelets for the activities. Go and eat something.” She nudges you forward. You walk towards the table and take a seat besides Yoongi. He gives you a tight smile but says nothing. “Are you upset with me?” You whisper. He shakes his head and gives a wider smile. “You would tell me if you were right?” You urge. He takes a deep breath as if he is going to spill the beans before JK comes and shoves his body between the two of you.

“Sorry, I was here first,” He says to you with forced strain, “Yoongi is my partner for the snow tubing. I’m sure you’ll be good with Keith.” “Don't be an ass Jay.” You whisper through clenched teeth. “Don't be a tease Y/N.” JK whispers back. You shove him hard and he shoves you back. “Hey. Hey. Hey.” You father shouts from across the table. “What the hell has gotten into you two?” He asks once the two of you look over at him. “Yeah, Jay what the hell.” You whine. “Sorry Pop. Yoongi and I were just headed to the snow tubing section.” JK gives you a sly grin as your mother approaches with the bracelets. JK grabs two from her and kisses her cheek. You watch and Yoongi follows behind JK, giving you a small wave as he walks off. “Wanna go ice skating?” Keith offers. You shake your head, feeling the sting of jealousy come over you. “Let’s go snow tubing also, I don’t want to break to far away from JK. He can get hot headed sometimes and I don’t want there to be any trouble you know. I mean, is that ok?” “Yeah, sure thing.” Keith nods. You smile and walk over towards the snow tubing station to meet the boys.

Yoongi:

“You sure this is going to work JK?” “Trust me! She’s an over thinker and a control freak. You will have her eating out of the palm of your hand.” Yoongi follows JK up the hill to the top of the mountain, flashing their bracelets to the workers to grab snow tubes. He had filled JK in on Y/N's confession last night but was sure to keep out the sexual stuff. He needed advice on what to do next, especially with Keith showing up. JK immediately switched to anger and confronted his sister, about what, Yoongi had no clue but he could imagine based off their childish display in front of their father. “Now, you have to play indifferent for a bit longer. I know it's hard for you since you seem a bit...what's the word...soft, but I need you to trust me ok?” “I’m not soft. I just don’t like conflict.” “Either way. I know what I'm doing. I have been getting under Y/N’s skin since we were kids.” Yoongi nods, getting in line with JK for the slope. “You have to sit up front since you're lighter than me.” JK notes, pushing Yoongi forward. Yoongi doesn’t say it out loud but he is nervous. The thought of gliding down this mountain isn't exactly on the top of his bucket list. Yoongi fidgets in place, looking at the people in front of him, turning when JK nudges him. “Stick with me kid. I’ll never steer you wrong.” He whispers to Yoongi, nodding his head in the direction of Y/N and Keith walking towards the Snow Tubing area. Yoongi chuckles in disbelief. “How did you know she would follow?” Yoongi asks. “Oh, she can't help herself. Like I said, a total control freak! Come on it's our turn.” Yoongi looks forward and grimaces, allowing JK to fix the snow tube for them to take a seat.

Yoongi plops down, having no choice but to rest his arms on JK’s legs, which are wrapped around him. “Alright guys, ready?” The attendant asks. Yoongi and JK both nod and the attendant quickly shoves them down the mountain. Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat as they speed down the hill, JK’s laugh filling his ears. “Take a deep breath man, this is supposed to be fun!” JK shouts when Yoongi grips tightly at his ankles. Yoongi releases the breath he’s been holding, closing his eyes and allowing the crisp wind to whip past his face. He finds himself chuckling as they hit the bottom. “Not bad right?” JK hops up, reaching out to help Yoongi up. “No, it was fun.” Yoongi responds. “Come on. Let’s go again.” They attach their tube to the electronic trolley that's dragging tubes back up the mountain and make their way, walking, up the slope.

Once atop, they find themselves right behind Keith and Y/N. “Did you have fun?” Y/N asks Yoongi. He nods, looking over as JK points at the line beside Keith and Y/N. He feels bad, wanting to console her as she frowns but JK sees, whispering to Yoongi. “Stay strong, you got this.” You all reach the front of the line at the same time. “We should race.” Keith offers. JK sucks his teeth. “That would be improbable. We have no control over speed here. It's sheer luck!” “Afraid to lose.” “No! There would be no accurate winner here. So, fear is not a factor. Do you not get how gravity works?” Yoongi taps JK's arm and gives him a small nod. “Calm down Jay.” Y/N shouts. “Whatever.” JK just shakes his head, leading Yoongi forward to place the tube down. Yoongi takes a seat but watches as Keith does the same for Y/N, jealousy burning in his veins. He watches as Y/N takes her seat, Keith walking over to whisper to JK, “Don't ever try to embarrass me like that again you little punk or I’ll snap you in half.” “Hey,” Yoongi points at Keith. “Mind your business bro.” Keith hisses towards Yoongi. “Why don’t you threaten me louder so my sister can hear, since you’re feeling brave?” JK taunts. “What's going on?” Y/N asks. “Keith…,” Yoongi begins, until Keith suddenly pretends to slip, knocking into Yoongi’s tube, launching him down the side of the mountain. Yoongi flies backwards, eyes wide. He braces himself, holding back a scream that practically claws at his throat, trying to escape. As he makes his way to the bottom, his tube hits another couples and he goes flying off, legs flailing in the air, before his body falls onto the frozen ground with a thud. Yoongi makes a futile attempt to lift his head right before everything goes black.

Y/N:

You scream his name over and over, trying to claw your way to shake him awake. “Back up! Give him air!” JK yells at you. “Yoongi!” You yell, tears streaming down your face. Your heart dropped when you saw how fast he flew down the hill and it snapped in half when you saw his body hit the ground. JK was much faster than you, sprinting down the mountain the second he saw the tube soar. Now you, JK, Keith, your parents, and a few emergency workers were all crowding around Yoongi’s lifeless body.

One of the workers shouts that he’s breathing, and you cover your mouth crying even harder, relief washing over you. They turn Yoongi on his side, sliding a gurney underneath him and strapping him to it. “Is he going to be ok?” You ask, lip trembling. “Now you’re worried?” JK shouts. “Screw you Jay!” You shout, shoving him. He shoves you back and you stumble onto your butt. “Goddammit! That’s enough from the both of you!” Your father shouts, joining the EMT workers as they load Yoongi onto the ambulance. Your mother pulls you into a hug. “Alright gang let’s get home. Yoongi’s fine with Buck.” You all head back towards your car, JK turning to Keith. “She didn’t mean you.” Keith gives JK a sideways glance but says nothing. “I’ll call you Y/N.” You simply nod, hurrying to catch up to your mother.

Once inside the car your mother clears her throat, adjusting her rear-view mirror to glance at JK's solemn look. “So, what happened up there?” “Keith slipped and knocked Yoongi’s tube down the hill.” JK scoffs at your explanation. “You have something to say son?” “Yeah, he pushed him on purpose.” “Liar!” You yell, spinning in your seat to face your brother. “And why on earth would I need to do that?” “That is a very serious accusation Jungkook.” Your mother raises her brow, using JK’s full name. “You know, I may fool around a lot and maybe you guys think I’m a hot head but a liar I’m not. I know what I saw. Ask Yoongi if you don’t believe me. If he can still remember his name.” JK scowls, turning to look out the window. “You're such a jerk! Why would you say something like that?” You spew at him. He just shrugs. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s wait to hear from Buck.”

You all wait in the living room, for hours, your heart beating frantically impatiently waiting for word from your father. Soon, the door opens, and Buddy runs over to greet whoever entered. You pop up out of your seat when the door to the family room opens. Your father enters, a look of sadness on his face. You heart drops suddenly, and you can't find the words to say. “Is he alright?” JK fills in for you. Your father nods. “He’s great actually. He’s got some bruises and a broken wrist but other than that he's great. Touched by an Angel that boy. I was certain he was going to be concussed but the Doctor’s say he's gonna be just fine.” You drop to the couch and cry, JK breathing a sigh of relief. “When can he see him?” JK pulls the words from your weeping face. “Uh, so, Yoongi decided he wanted to go home. We got him patched up and I checked him out of the hospital and got him on a last-minute flight back. He was feeling out of place and homesick and with the craziness of today, he just wanted to sleep in his own bed.” “He What!” You shout, “But all his things are here. I... I... should call him.” “Let’s give him his space baby girl. He’ll call when he’s landed.” “But pop, you don’t understand...” “I do baby girl. Let’s respect his wishes ok.” “Yeah Y/N, don’t you get it. He hates us!” JK spews, walking off in a huff. Your lip trembles as you try to come to terms with the fact that Yoongi just up and left. “What did I do pop? I ruined everything?” You cry, running into your father's arms.

Yoongi:

Yoongi entered your shared apartment and felt a mixture of ease and sadness. He was a coward, embarrassed after his accident, so much so that he had decided he wanted to run home with his tail between his legs. He just needed to be alone with his thoughts so he could lick his wounds in peace. He went straight for the kitchen, downing water for his parched throat. He eyed his confined wrist; grateful it was his left hand and not his dominant one. He wanted so much to call Y/N, tell her he was a fool for running and that he was sorry but his anger had built up, frustration at her actions. He was ready to confess, tell her everything and she ran off to her ex, leaving him alone, the fool, the now broken fool. He sighed aloud, shuffling toward his room, wondering how he’d shower.

After 30 minutes and the magic of Google, he figured out how to secure his cast so he could shower safely. Now fresh, clean, and comfy. He sat on the couch and pulled out his phone. “Buck, hi, it’s Yoongi. Yeah, I made it back home. I’m ok yeah. Thank you for everything. I’ll pay back every cent I promise. I appreciate your kindness. Thanks again. Have a great Holiday! Alright. Bye bye.” Yoongi hangs up, turning on Netflix and surfing through the holiday section. He lands on The Grind, finding it fitting for the mood he was in. He feels his phone buzz and takes a look down to see Buck calling him back. He is almost hesitant but decides to answer. “Buck, hi.” “It’s Jungkook.” The person responds. “JK, hi.” “You just left.” “I did, I’m sorry. It was better for me to just be home.” “Are you ok? Like are you mad at us?” Yoongi’s heart drops at JK's assumption. “No, of course not. You have all been so kind to me. I just needed to be home. I’ll be fine. I’m tired though so I should get some rest. I’ll call tomorrow.” “You won’t and that’s ok. Look Yoongi, I like you for her. She’s really dumb sometimes but she loves you back. Maybe give her a chance ok. It’s ok if you don’t call tomorrow but please call on Christmas. Promise me.” Yoongi swallows back the lump in his throat. “Sure Jay. I promise.” Seemingly satisfied, JK hangs up.

Y/N:

“What did he say?” You corner JK by the bathroom on your way to your bedroom. “What did who say?” “Don’t screw with me Jay! Yoongi, what did Yoongi say? Pop told me you called him.” JK sighed. “He didn’t say much, just that he would call on Christmas. Sorry Y/N, I wish there was more to tell.” You head off to bed and cry yourself to sleep. The following morning, you wake feeling worse than the day prior, missing Yoongi even more than you thought you could miss another person. “Family! Gather around! I have an idea!” JK bust into the kitchen, showered and dressed. Your parents’ eye him from behind their coffee mug and newspaper respectfully. Everyone stares at each other for a moment, not saying a word. “Well? You want to deliver this bright idea or are we playing charades?” Your father says.

JK nods, clearing his throat. “No one should be alone for Christmas.” He looks around at you all for some sort of reaction but gets none. “Go on Jay spill it!” Your mother sighs. “Uh, yeah, so I say that in the spirit of family and this holiday. If Yoongi can’t be here with us then we should just pack up and bring Christmas to him. I am willing to dip into my savings to pay for last minute flights.” He nods, looking at you for back up. “That’s so sweet Jay and I think it’s a great idea. He would be so surprised. I second JK's idea.” You stand beside JK and face your parents.

They both look at each other and smile. “Well, I am proud to say that I raised two selfless, thoughtful, and giving children. I think it’s a great idea. What do you think?” You father looks over at your mother. “It’s just amazing. I’m so proud of you both.” You put your arm around JK and pull him close. “Let's get a move on then, lots to do, not a lot of time to do it.” Your father stands and you all soon begin to scramble. “Pop,” you stop your father as he walks past you, “I think I'm in love with him.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “I KNOW you are baby girl. He’s a good kid. Now come on, we gotta go.” You smile warmly and run off to get ready.

Yoongi:

Yoongi wriggled his fingers, trying to get the blood flowing, feeling extra restricted today in his cast. The doctors warned him of this, but he refused to take any pain medications unless the pain was truly unbearable. He had barely eaten at all and spent the day in his pajamas, watching crappy Holiday movies on Netflix. Before long night had fallen and Yoongi’s eyes began to droop. He groans, turning everything off in the living room and walking to his room. He emerges with a small, wrapped box and enters Y/N’s bedroom. He places the gift on her bedside table, lingering a while, engulfed in her scent. Tears stung at his eyes, loneliness creeping in. He clears his throat of the growing lump and walks off to his room to get some sleep, taking comfort in the thought that she will find the gift when she comes back home.

Yoongi rolls over in his bed, his stomach growling at the scent of coffee and bacon in air. He grumbles to himself, nuzzling his head into his pillow, he refuses to leave the bed today. He takes a deep breath, eyes fluttering open at how intense the smell is. “I should eat something.” He mumbles to himself, wondering if the intense scent is being brought on by a combination of pain and starvation. He rises from his bed, giving his body a good stretch and walks out to the living room. “Aw shit! The jig is up.” JK calls out, standing on a ladder, hanging a Merry Christmas sign from the curtains. Yoongi’s eyes frantically look around the living room to find Y/N’s father in the kitchen making breakfast, JK waving from the ladder, Y/N’s mother pouring coffee, and finally Y/N emerging from her bedroom. His mouth drops open in shock. “Surprise.” Y/N says, walking over and hugging Yoongi. He rests his head in her neck, breathing in her scent, slowly closing his arms around her body. “Why? I don’t understand.” Yoongi pouts. “No one should be alone on Christmas.” She replies. “Besides your stuck with us forever.” JK shrugs from the ladder. “How are you feeling love?” Y/N’s mom walks over and hands Yoongi coffee. He accepts it with a smile. “Better now that you are all here with me. You didn’t have to do this. I’m grateful.” Yoongi swallows hard with a nod. “It’s our pleasure. Besides Buck couldn’t sleep at the thought of you dying on his watch.” “Hey! That is not true,” Y/N’s father turns, “I was mildly anxious at best.” Yoongi laughs. “Well, I am filled with joy, really, thank you all.” Yoongi explains, truly overcome with happiness. “Um, Yoongi and I need to talk guys so, give us a minute.” Y/N announces, nodding at Yoongi to follow her into her room. He nods and places his coffee down, walking towards her. “No hanky panky you two.” JK calls out. “Shut up Jay!” Y/N yells.

Yoongi closes the door behind him, taking a seat beside Y/N as she taps a spot on the bed next to her. Yoongi sits around and waits for Y/N to say something, the room becoming awkward. “I love this. It’s so beautiful.” She raises her arm up to display the diamond tennis bracelet Yoongi got her for Christmas. He looked at the side table to see the torn paper and opened box. “I am happy you love it. I thought it was beautiful, like you.” Yoongi nods, looking down at the ground. “I’m sorry Yoongi,” He looks up quickly to meet her gaze, “I was so stupid at the slopes. You were trying to have a conversation about what happened between us and tell me how you felt about me and I just panicked. Going off with Keith and trying to tuck away my feelings. It was all so stupid. When I saw you go down that hill I freaked out. I thought I lost you and I was just beside myself. I want to hear everything you have to say and tell you exactly how I feel. All out cards on the table because Yoongi, I’ve fallen in love with you. You are such a beautiful soul and I am so grateful to have you in my life. And I understand if this is a lot and if you don’t feel the same way or if you’re upset with me. You don’t need to say anything right now.” Yoongi looked down, wriggling his fingers. There was so much he has wanted to say. His heart raced and skin tingled with all of the anxious emotions that flooded him. He releases a sigh. “I am happy you came home early. I missed you.” He manages, his mind racing with what the proper thing to say is. “I missed you too. Although I think JK missed you more.” Yoongi laughs at her statement, still sorting through his racing mind. He wanted to tell her so much, all he had been holding back over the years. He grumbles under his breath, frustrated with himself. “I’m in love with you Y/N.” Yoongi soon blurts out, meeting her gaze once again, in shock with himself. Her face softens and she leans forward quickly, pulling Yoongi into a warm kiss. He moans softly, relaxing into the kiss, opening his mouth to her. She takes the opportunity to explore his mouth with her tongue and he is overcome with the thought of how he just wanted to be here with her forever. She moans loudly, suckling at Yoongi’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He whines quietly, trying to lock lips again, wanting her so desperately. She giggles at his neediness. “Don’t worry baby, there’s plenty of time for that. Right now, we should head back out there before JK walks in.” Yoongi groans, looking at the door. “Come, let’s get some food in our bellies and open presents.” He chuckles and allows her to lead him back out to the living area.

Y/N:

JK smiles brightly at you both as you exit the room. “Let’s eat guys.” Your mother says, bringing plates over to the couch due to the fact that you and Yoongi had never bought a dining table, always just eating either at the kitchen Island or around the coffee table in the living room. You all sit together and eat happily. “How are you feeling Yoongi?” Your father asks. Yoongi nods. “Pain sometimes but overall, I’m good. Thank you for everything Buck. I appreciate your hospitality and care.” “Well, your family now.” Your father tells Yoongi, causing everyone to look over at your father in shock. Yoongi stares in shock, cheek full of food. He swallows quickly and chuckles nervously. “Wow, um, thank you. I don’t know what to say.” “Don’t say anything. I’m not big on the mushy stuff.” Your father waves Yoongi off. Yoongi nods with a tight grin, going back to eating. “Alright, alright. Presents!” JK states, standing and walking over towards the suitcases. He pulls over the large bag you all packed with the gifts and unzips it. He begins to hand out presents to your parents, you, and then Yoongi. Yoongi’s eyes widen. “I didn’t get anyone anything. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Yoongi rambles, tugging at his ear nervously. “It’s ok Yoongi. You didn’t need to get anyone anything.” Your mother assures him. “That’s from me. I got it made a couple days after I realized I liked you.” JK explains. “Wow Jay, real nice.” You scold. “It’s ok. I understand. I’m glad I made the cut, and all it took was a broken arm.” Yoongi jokes sarcastically, lifting his wrist. You guys all bust out laughing. “Open them all at the same time guys.” JK instructs and you do as your told. You cover your mouth, taken back at the sweet gesture, glistening from the box. It’s a red crystal ornament, inside contains a family photo you all took at the tree farm. The bottom is inscribed ‘Y/L/N Family Xmas’. You look over at your parent who lean their heads together and kiss. You then look over at Yoongi who stares down at the gift, running his finger along the inscription. “Jay this is so beautiful.” JK nods, “I had them made right after the picture was taken. We aren’t always together so I wanted to make sure we had something to remember one of the best Holiday’s we had together as a family. I love you all. Merry Christmas.” “Thank you JK. This is so thoughtful,” Yoongi looks up finally, eyes full with held back tears, “In fact, I think it’s the most meaningful gift I’ve ever received.” “Aw man! Don’t get all sentimental on me.” JK pouts, rubbing his eyes, and heading over to pull Yoongi into a hug. You giggle at the display, heart full of the bromance that seemingly blossomed overnight.

“Wow Jay. I don’t think I’ve seen you cry since you fell off your bike as a baby.” “Shut up Y/N. I’m not crying.” “Now son, there is no shame in crying.” Your father comforts, standing and pulling JK into a hug next. You give Yoongi your gift for him next and he covers his face with his large hand. “It’s too much.” He whines. “It’s actually not compared to what you got me.” He looks down and tears open the packaging. He admires the black leather-bound binder in his hand. He opens it up and giggles to himself, his whole body shaking. “I remember this, our first dinner together.” He points at a photo. “It’s every moment we’ve ever had together since we met. I printed everything and put it in here. It’s like our book of memories.” He turns the pages admiring the photos. “Y/N, this is amazing. How long did this take you? I mean five years worth of memories. It’s incredible. I love this.” He shakes his head in amazement before leaning over and kissing you gently on the lips. “Ugh, gross. Spare us.” JK groans. You all laugh, opening presents and passing items along to admire. The day passes quickly, spent laughing, snapping new pictures for Yoongi’s album and watching tv together. “Alright, it’s time for us to hit the sack.” Your father declares. “I set up my room for you guys.” You tell them. They nod and head over to you room. “Goodnight guys.” “Night!” You all say in unison. “JK you got the couch.” You turn to tell an already sleeping JK. “We should let him sleep.” Yoongi whispers. You nod in agreement, standing to drape a blanket over him. You walk with Yoongi over to his bedroom and hop into his bed. You nuzzle close to his body and rest your head on his chest. “I’m sorry again for everything.” You whisper. “Don’t be. It’s ok. We all do silly things. Let’s just look forward.” You lift up and lean over Yoongi to lock eyes with him. “And what does ‘look forward’ mean?”

Yoongi:

“What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi asks her. She shrugs coyly. “What do you want it to mean?” Yoongi hated when people answered questions with a question but he knew that this was her attempt at feeling him out. “I want to be with you.” Yoongi states plainly. Her eyes light up. “I want that too.” “Really?” “Yes really. Why does that surprise you?” “I suppose I’ve wanted it for so long. I could never imagine that you would want to be with me. It’s almost like this is a dream. It makes me so happy to hear you say that you want it too.” Yoongi grumbles. He begins to wriggle his confined fingers. “This must be so painful for you.” Y/N whispers, rubbing Yoongi’s digits gently. “It’s not terrible. It feels a bit restricting at times but overall, it isn't the worse thing in the world. My fingers feel like they need a good stretch.” Yoongi laughs. Y/N chuckles a bit, biting her lip. “Maybe they need some TLC.” Yoongi's brows furrow briefly until Y/N brings his wrapped hand to her lips and begins to plant kisses on his fingertips. He bites his lip, allowing a small chuckle to escape. “What are you doing?” Yoongi questions. Y/N shrugs, looking up at Yoongi, lust in her eyes. “Whatever I want.” She whispers, the words flooding Yoongi’s growing shaft. Y/N giggles watching Yoongi mutter nervously, taking one of Yoongi’s fingers in her mouth and suckling it. He groans, feeling the sweet sensation tingle in his ball sack. “Kiss me.” He pants. Y/N releases his digit, crawling up his body and straddling him, pressing into his erection. She leans down kissing him softly at first, small little taps on his pout, and he feels his heart race. He had always pictured this, her teasing him, he craved it. He so desperately wanted her to own him and to be able to give himself to her. He was so in love with her. She kissed him harder now, with more passion, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He gave no fight, instead opening his mouth to her, moaning when she began to grind shamelessly across his length. She pulled away from the kiss, looking him in the eye. “I love you Yoongi. I’ve always loved you.” He moans softly at her confession, lifting off the pillow to wrap his lips around hers. Yoongi sits up halfway, wrapping his arm with his casted wrist around her waist, and sliding his free hand into her hair. Y/N chuckles into the kiss and Yoongi knows it’s because of his massive erection poking into her belly.

He breaks the kiss, looking down, “Sorry, let me adjust.” “No, it’s ok. I like it.” She whispers reaching between them to release his jailed member. Yoongi sucks in a breath when the cold air hits his engorged tip. He feels his face flush when she takes his cock in her hand. “You’re so hard.” Y/N notes, stroking him gently, working just his sensitive tip. Yoongi kisses her immediately to keep from becoming a moaning mess. He can’t help but hitch his hips up into her fist once she begins to stroke his entire length. His mind begins racing, how can this be happening? This has to be a dream. Tomorrow he will wake up and things will be as they were a week ago. “All this honey just for me?” Y/N moans at the sight of Yoongi’s precum spilling onto her closed fist. He nods, looking down at her working him, not caring at the small whine that leaves his throat. “It’s so sexy how sensitive you are.” Y/N whispers in his ear, nibbling on it. He moans unabashedly now, noticing that he’s meeting her strokes with every hitch of his hips, her hand gliding up and down with ease due to his arousal. He feels his balls tighten and his core burn, his cheeks redden with that familiar sensation. “I’m close.” He pants. “I know, your cock is so fucking hard.” She teases by licking the length of his ear. “Really close.” He whimpers. “Not yet baby.” Y/N replies, abruptly stopping. Yoongi groans in disbelief, the pain of his failed orgasm stinging his ball sack, he curls his toes trying to calm his body. He begins to complain but Y/N shushes him, taking him in a long passionate kiss. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his own cock, rubbing at his redden tip. “Please,” He begs between kisses, “I need you.” Y/N bites her lip, removing Yoongi’s hand from his member, lowering herself down so she is face to face with his dick. Yoongi releases a shuddered sigh at the sight.

Y/N swirls her tongue around his tip, sending Yoongi into pure ecstasy. He throws his head back when she takes his entire cock to the back of her throat, lingering for a moment before coming back up to swirl her tongue around the tip again. “God, don’t tease me please.” Y/N looks up at Yoongi seductively, bobbing only on his tip. He curls his toes, thinking about anything under the sun to keep from bursting in her mouth right here and now. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop.” She hums softly, taking him in fully again, causing Yoongi to hitch up into her mouth. He bites his lower lip, feeling his body ignite. “Just like that baby.” He encourages, throwing his head back. “What the fuck! No, wait.” He whines, feeling her remove her mouth completely from his cock. “Just a little longer Min.” Y/N whispers kissing him softly. He growls into the kiss, pushing forward to lie her on her back. He angrily pushes her pajama shorts to the side licking a long stripe up her slit, reveling in the way her back arches for him. He laps up her arousal, turned on by how wet she is just from teasing him. He wraps his mouth around her clit, eliciting a moan from her. Pleased with himself, he begins rolling his tongue quickly over her needy bud, grinding his painfully hard cock into the bed to find some relief. This will be quick, he can tell by the way Y/N is moaning, how her hips grind impatiently against his face. It seems to Yoongi that she too has been dying for Yoongi’s mouth, hands, everything to be on her. He begins to shake his head side to side to add more friction to his laps and she gasps desperately, bucking so wildly, Yoongi has to hold her hips to keep her on the bed. “Fuck Yoongi, you’re so good at this. I’m going to cum.” ‘Me too.’ Yoongi thinks, turned on by her needy display mixed in with the fact that he’s been humping the bed like a 12 year old boy. Her breathing is ragged now and Yoongi can feel her drenching his chin. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” She pants, bucking faster against Yoongi’s face. He growls hungrily, lapping up her climax, until she has fully calmed. Yoongi pops up quickly, feeling his as if his balls will burst. “I’m gonna cum too.” He groans, stroking his cock quickly, his balls swelling and tightening at a rapid pace. He focuses his strokes on the tip feeling his core tighten and his orgasm wash over him harder than it ever has. “Fuck, I’m cumming.” He announces, his eyes going wide when Y/N positions herself under his swollen tip, mouth open to receive him. She wraps a hand around his balls and tugs gently as hot ropes of his seed begin to fire from his tip and into her open mouth. He trembles, Y/N massaging his sack, her mouth filling to the brim with what seems like more cum than he’s ever produced. He’s a panting mess when he comes down from his high, whimpering watching Y/N swallow down his load. His tip begins to drip a bit and she leans forward to lick it up. “Still hard huh,” Y/N notes, “good. I need you inside of me.” Yoongi swallows hard. “You’re amazing. That was so hot but I don’t have condoms. It’s not like I bring women home.” Yoongi chuckles nervously.

“That’s ok. I’m on birth control and you can pull out if you want.” She whispers, shoving him back, while pulling down his pants fully. Yoongi kicks them off and watches as she pulls her shorts off. “I trust you Yoongi.” She kisses him gently, grabbing his erection and lining it up with her still sopping entrance. She waits a moment for confirmation, and Yoongi gives it, nodding at her vigorously. He needed this too, needed to be inside her, to be one with her. She lowers herself onto his length carefully, Yoongi gasping at how warm and soft she is wrapped around him. If she ever thought he was going to pull out she was out of her mind. This felt too perfect to not explode into, in fact, if she moved an inch right now that’s exactly what he would do. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place, a hint of embarrassment hitting him, he couldn’t believe how she made him feel like such a virgin when he wasn’t. He was so overcome by how amazing everything felt with her, he didn’t want it to end. “Yoongi,” Y/N whispered in his ear, “Are we cock warming or fucking?” He chuckled at her question, realizing that he was still holding her in place. He releases her finally and she wastes no time bouncing up and down his length. “Oh, god.” He moans, grabbing her ass with his free hand and gripping the soft flesh to aid her. “You feel so good inside me. So, perfect.” She moans, wrapping her arms around Yoongi’s neck. She tucks her knees into his hips now, and uses just her waist to lift herself up and down his cock. Yoongi bites his lip, the feeling so great, he looks over to the door now, wondering if they locked it. “Y/N, did we lock the door.” He moans. “Shut up Yoongi.” She scolds, shoving him onto his back and picking up her speed. Yoongi obliges, gripping her ass once again and spreading her cheeks apart as he thrust upwards into her pussy. He pants wildly, feeling his orgasm build up. Not willing to cum this quickly, he lifts her up, turning them over. Y/N whines when his cock slips out of her. “Sorry baby.” He whispers to her. He lifts one of her legs to rest on his shoulder, effortlessly entering her once she is comfortably on her back. He bottoms out so rapidly, he cries out accidentally. “So sensitive.” Y/N teases. She was right however, he was so deep at this angle, he knew he wouldn’t last long. He begins fucking her at a slow pace, thinking this is a good idea, it isn’t! The softness of her cunt engulfing his sensitive tip combined with added pressure from her clenching her walls around his shaft, has him drowning in euphoria. He lifts his thumb to her lips and moans when she takes it in her mouth to suck on it. His balls immediately tighten and he finds himself chasing his releases. He yanks his now soaked thumb from her lips and begin to rub rapidly on her clit. She gasps, closing her eyes and clenching around him. “Fuck.” He whispers. He picks up his pace and begins to ram his cock into her, the lurid sounds of flesh on flesh filling the room. “Yoongi, I’m cumming. Please, I love you.” Y/N cries out. Her walls fluttering around him as he relentlessly drills into her. His head falls back, that sweet burning feeling washing over him, his core tightening causing his pace to falter. “Don’t pull out.” Y/N whispers. Yoongi smirks at her “Wasn’t planning on it.” He thrust forward, crying out when his release begins to fill her walls. She moans with him, pulling him forward. He drops her leg from his shoulder and kisses her, thrusting gently now as he comes down from his high. “I love you Y/N.” “I love you too Yoongi.” He kisses her again. A slam on the door causes them both to jump but not disconnect. “Love each other quietly please,” JK’s voice can be heard from the other side of the door, “Some of us are sleeping mere inches away from you. God! Disgusting.” He trails off. Yoongi and Y/N begin laughing together in hushed whispers. “Guess we’ve scarred him for life huh?” Y/N shrugs, kissing Yoongi again. “Best Christmas ever huh Min.” Y/N declares. “Yeah. Nothing better than being home for the holidays, especially since now my home is with you guys.” Y/N smiles up at Yoongi and he is so overcome with joy. This is all he’s ever wanted and even if he woke tomorrow and it was a dream, it was the best one yet.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

#bts smut #suga x you #yoongi smut #suga x reader

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downondilaudid · 4 years ago

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Reality Check

Spencer gets tired of readers reckless behavior, and finally gives her a little reality check.

Requested: Yes

Prompts: My life motto is fuck bitches, get money blow cash.(This is a inspired by a line from the song ODD by Hey Voilet) & That’s not even factual

Word Count: 4.6K

Warnings: SMUT, LIKE PRETTY ROUGH SHIT

“Talk is cheap, but actions are priceless.”

― Green Monk

You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself reckless, per se, just a little wild. It was a surprising turn of events when you and Spencer ended up together, his teammates had thought you would be nothing more than a fling, someone to keep his bed warm while he was gone. Yet, you had been together for a year and a half now and had been living together for five months.

Despite the two of you being opposites, you worked together beautifully, you easily complemented each other. Your wild nature allowed Spencer to relax, and enjoy the simplicities of life. While his sophisticated way of thinking forced you to use your head a little more, and consider the consequences of your actions. You loved Spencer, and he loved you, it was just hard sometimes, seeing the world through different eyes.

“C’mon Spence, please?” You pleaded, your hand latching into his arm to try and get his attention.

“I really need to work on this, Y/N” he mumbled absentmindedly, pulling his arm from your grasp, and writing something on a notepad.

“Spencer! You’ve been working on this all night, please take a break.” You shifted so you were standing behind him, wrapping your arms around him, and laying your head lightly against his shoulder.

He let out a mix between a sigh and a groan, and you could feel the vibration of it through his back. “I need to finish this, Y/N, watching you get drunk, and then having to drag you home, doesn’t sound like a break.”

You scoffed, “suit yourself, babes.” You pushed off of him, leaving the room to go get ready.

The music pounded in your ears, and the bass rattled your drink against the table. You were already quite tipsy, but for the first time, you weren’t a happy drunk. You guess you were what people call, a sad drunk.

You stirred your straw around your drink absentmindedly. “Y/N! Come dance with me! Please?” One of your friends questioned.

Right as you opened your mouth to deny her, the unforgettable intro to Gas Pedal by Sage the Gemini sounded through the club. It was like a switch had been flipped inside you, suddenly you were on your feet. Grabbing her hand, you dragged her to the dance floor.

She laughed at your change in mood, “yes!”

You laughed along, the both of you staring at each other and in sync screaming, “h-h-h-h-holy shit!”

This was good, it was good for you to forget, to throw away all the problems of life, and get drunk off your ass.

Which is how you, and your two girlfriends you had gone out with, ended up stumbling down the street, the club long forgotten.

The three of you laughed and giggled, talking about anything and everything that popped into your drunken minds.

“Ooooh! We should prank call someone.” Your friend shouted rather loudly.

You laughed at her, “totally, we could prank Spencer, he was a dick to me earlier. He didn’t even want to come out with us!” You exclaimed, your hands gesturing wildly, and your speech slightly slurred.

The girls gasped, both talking over each other, screaming about how boring and annoying he was.

“I know!” You cried, pulling out your phone to call Spencer.

You hit the call button, putting the phone on speaker, and hushing the giggling girls.

“Y/N?” A voice asked through the phone.

“How did you know it was me?” You asked, a look of bewilderment crossing your face.

Your friends laughed harder, one of them reaching out to smack you on the arm, “you forgot to block your caller ID, idiot!”

“Oops” you giggled.

“Y/N, where the hell are you? It’s one in the morning.” Spencer questioned angrily.

Another laugh escaped your mouth, at this point, everything just seemed funny to you. You looked around the dark street, nothing looked familiar.

“Do you guys know where we are?” You questioned.

A scoff came from the phone, “are you fucking serious?”

The girls giggled one of them letting out a childish “oooh! Someone's in trouble!” The two of them turned leaning on each other as they walked away, letting you have your privacy.

“We were at a club, I’m just not sure where we are now.” You giggled.

“Which club?” Spencer questioned, his tone authoritative, like a disappointed parent.

You combed through your brain for the answer, “uh…”

Spencer let out a deep sigh, and you could imagine him running his hands angrily through his hair. “You can’t keep doing this, Y/N.” You could hear the sound of a car door opening, and you assumed he was coming to find you.

“Actually, I can do whatever I want, it’s my life. And, my life motto is fuck bitches, get money, blow cash.” Anger bubbled in your stomach, who did he think he was telling you what to do?

“Y/N look around you, what do you see?” Spencer asked, ignoring your comment.

“Hmm…” you trailed off, giggling before you finished your sentence, “my two bitches over there!” You hollered, pointing towards your friends, who laughed at your antics. “The fat stacks in my purse, and the club we just passed where I paid way too much for drinks!”

“Y/N, I swear to God…” Spencer muttered.

“C’mon Spence, let me live a little! What are the odds of something bad happening to me? Like, none. I’m with my friends, having fun. Something you seem to never do.” You snapped.

Spencer let out an angry huff, “first of all, that’s not even factual, second, you need to tell me where you are. Or, I’m going to call Garcia, and have her track your phone.”

Well, damn. Your eyes squinted, trying to read the blue street sign. “Uh… Briar, Brian Ln.” You laughed, “what the hell does Ln. mean?”

“Dear God, lane, Y/N, it means lane,” Spencer grunted. You could tell he was tired of your shit.

Luckily for him, the cool night air nipping at your exposed skin began to sober you up. You heard the phone hang up, right as a familiar car pulled up next to you.

You watched as a very pissed off Spencer leaned over from the driver's seat, pushing open the passenger side door. You looked to your friends, who were jokingly saluting you like it was the last time they would see you. “Good luck! We’re catching an Uber! Call us if you live!”

You let out one last laugh before clambering messily into the car, roughly shutting the door, and buckling your seatbelt. Spencer remained quiet, his large hands gripping the steering wheel, and his knuckles turning white. You would be lying if you said the sight wasn’t hot, Spencer was always hot, but, angry Spencer was hot.

The rest of the ride was silent, despite your efforts to try and “jam to some music” Spencer smacked your hand away from the radio every time! It was like he wanted you to sit here in the horrible silence.

As soon as the apartment door closed, the exhaustion washed over you, your limbs felt ten times heavier, and all you wanted to do was sleep. You immediately began your walk to the bathroom to lazily brush your teeth and wash the makeup from your face.

“Oh, so we’re not going to talk about it?” Spencer said, his voice rising slightly.

“Spencer, be quiet, it’s two in the morning.” You groaned out quietly, wiping the last of the makeup from your eyes so you didn’t look like a rabid raccoon. You threw the makeup wipe into the trash, moving past Spencer and into your bedroom.

An angry scoff left his mouth, “seriously?” He followed you out, his eyes glaring holes in the back of your head.

You rolled your eyes, stripping from your dress and opening Spencer’s closet to grab one of his old shirts. “Yes, what do you want me to say? Sorry for having fun?” You slipped the soft fabric over your head, turning around to crawl into bed.

“Please, Spence, we’ll talk about it tomorrow, I’m drunk and tired.” You grumbled, your frazzled mind struggling to pull back the comforter correctly.

Spencer sighed, your actions proving your words, he leaned over, roughly yanking down the comforter for you, “fine.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of Spencer getting ready for bed. He slipped under the covers, turning his back to you. The only reason he did so was because he knew you couldn’t fall asleep unless you were facing him. Something in you wanted his face to be the last thing you saw at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. Despite his petty actions, the alcohol in your system put you to sleep anyways.

…

You groaned, rolling over onto your side, tugging the warm comforter with you. “Seriously?” Spencer questioned, yanking the comforter back, causing you to roll back onto your other side.

“I need an Advil.” You muttered, squinting slightly to try and block out the sunlight streaming in through the window.

“Why the hell did you get so drunk, Y/N?” He sat up slightly, the comforter sliding down his bare chest.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “you think I remember? I’m just as clueless as you.” You pushed the comforter off your body, deciding to leave the warmth of the bed for a bathroom break and some Advil.

Spencer followed suit, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, “Y/N you got lost, you were wandering the streets alone and drunk!”

“I’m sorry, I guess.” You mumbled, your speech slightly distorted as you began brushing your teeth, fighting off the nauseous feeling in your stomach.

“You guess? Y/N, you have no idea how worried I was!” Spencer cried, his hands gesturing wildly as he took a step closer to you.

You set your toothbrush back in its stand, “mhm, the same worry I feel when you overwork yourself 24/7.” You remarked, turning to face him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“That’s different, Y/N! You’re being idiotic, reckless, and immature. I was doing my job.” He spat, spinning on his heel and storming out of the bathroom.

You sighed angrily, continuing to get ready. You knew he was right, you were being immature. Maybe you had let your friends sway you too much, you just wanted to forget Spencer for a night. You hated seeing him so stressed, it broke your heart, and now you were the cause of that stress.

Walking out of the bathroom and into the living room you were met with the sight of Spencer once again hunched over his desk, pencil in hand.

‘Wow, didn’t expect that one.” You muttered sarcastically, walking into the open kitchen, searching the cabinets for Advil.

“Just like I should’ve known you would go out and get wasted with your friends. Seriously, Y/N, what’s it going to take for you to learn you have to grow up?” Spencer slammed his pencil down angrily.

“Why are we even together if I’m too immature for you, huh?” You growled, watching as Spencer angrily stood from his chair, stalking over to you.

Spencer’s hands found your hips, roughly shoving you against the counter, his body pressed against yours.

You felt his hand trail up your back, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Because, unlike most guys,” his hand laced into your hair, giving it a sharp tug so you were forced to look up at him, “I know how to handle brats like you.” He finished.

A cheeky smile grew on your face, this wasn’t how you imagined this conversation going, but you weren’t complaining.

Spencer chuckled, “oh you think you’re so cute, don’t you?”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, his condescending words casting a new atmosphere in the room.

“You’re so quiet now, baby, you weren’t so quiet a minute ago.” His voice was low and as smooth as honey.

A giggle left your mouth, “well, if I talk, will you shut me up?”

Spencer grinned, his grip on your hair loosening, “I think I have a few ideas.”

“I’d love to see them” your hands started a path up his chest, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

“I bet you would.” He said, and in an instant, he was gone, he had stepped back and was already walking back to the bedroom.

“Spencer!” You cried, stomping after him like a child who had just been put in timeout.

“Calm down, I’m just getting something.” He said, digging through his work satchel.

You rolled your eyes, your bratty nature getting the best of you, “well you better hurry, or I’ll just take care of myself.”

Your statement sent Spencer into a fit of laughs, and your face scrunched in confusion. “Y-you really don’t know when to quit, do you?” He said between laughs.

“And you’re saying I’m the immature one?” At that moment, all you wanted was for him to fuck the shit out of you, but, apparently, that was not on his agenda.

He walked over to you, much like a predator would to its prey, slow and deliberately. “Just shut up and fu-shit!” You cried out in the middle of your sentence, as he roughly grabbed your arm, spinning you around and pinning you to the wall.

“You’re telling me to shut up? All you’re doing is back talking, and I’m sick of it.” He growled out.

You squirmed in his grip, “then maybe you should stop being an asshole!” His hand grabbed your other arm, yanking it behind your back, “ow, Spencer! Jesus.” Then the faint clinking of metal filled your ears, and chills covered your arms as the cool metal clamped around your wrists.

“Did you just fucking cuff me, Spencer?” You screamed, trying to turn to face him. Surprisingly, he allowed you to, in fact, his hands moved to your hips, helping you.

But the second you faced him, his hand was wrapped around your neck, tight enough to restrict your speech. “I did, in case you can’t tell, you’ve been an absolute brat the past few days. And if you want to go out and act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one.” A primal look washed over his eyes, he wanted to break you, to humiliate you into submission.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. Spencer chuckled, “oh, you really are a whore. You like it when I choke you, huh?”

His hand pushed back on your neck, shoving you back into the wall, watching as you collapsed into a heap on the floor. You gasped for air, squirming as the handcuffs dug uncomfortably into your back.

Spencer’s hands went to his belt, unbuckling it quickly, “get on your knees, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and gentle, probably because he just choked you and threw you against a wall.

You complied, shifting onto your knees with minimal struggle, despite the restraint of your arms. “Good girl.” Spencer praised, pushing his pants and boxers down thighs, his hard cock springing free.

Your eyes widened, you were shocked at how hard this had made him, sure, you had always had this Dom/Sub dynamic, but you had never been this rough before.

His hand wrapped around his length, giving it a few good pumps. His other hand wrapped your hair in a makeshift ponytail, using it to drag your head towards his cock. “Open, baby.”

Your jaw fell open, his cock filling your mouth, and your lips puckered around him, sucking lightly at the tip. “Oh no, baby, I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to sit there and let me.”

He pushed down harder against the back of your head, driving his cock further past your lips. You squirmed, gagging slightly as he hit the back of your throat, you tried to pull back for some air, but his hand just pushed your head down further. “That's it, such a good whore” he groaned out.

You took shallow breaths in through your nose, trying your best to relax your throat to take him in further. Tears welled in your eyes, and you tried to pull back once more. Spencer let out a mix of a groan and a chuckle, “no, no, you wanted to act like a whore, you’re going to take it like a whore.”

He pulled back, groaning as your tongue ran over the vein on the underside of his cock, “God, yes, there you go.” He pushed back in, this time pulling back faster, setting a rough pace. You gagged again, more tears falling down your face, mixing with the saliva escaping your mouth.

“Shit, that feels good.” Your eyes flickered up to Spencer's face, just in time to watch him lean his head back with a groan. The sight alone caused you to moan around his cock. “Oh, God” he moaned, his hand pushing your head down one last time, as he stilled, his cock twitching lightly in your mouth, spilling his hot cum.

The sight of him coming undone before you had you moaning around his shaft, milking his orgasm. “Fuck” he breathed out, his chest heaving. You swallowed around him, trying to control your gag reflex as he pulled your head off of his cock.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he said, his voice once again soft and soothing, his hands wrapped around your shoulders, helping you to your feet.

“Please, Spencer, please” you begged.

Then the soft tone in his voice was gone, replaced with a low condescending tone, “please, what? You want me to make breakfast? Or maybe you want me to go back to working?”

“No, no, no, no” you begged, taking a shaky step towards him, “please, just fuck me.” Your voice came out harsher than expected, albeit still horse from the abuse on your throat.

Spencer’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, a short scoff leaving his mouth, “wow, and here I was thinking you had learned your lesson.”

“No!” You cried, before correcting yourself, “no, I mean no, please fuck me, I’m sorry.” You could feel your arousal soaking through your panties.

“Hmm… much better. Get on the bed.” He stated, turning towards the bed, he clambered on, laying down in the middle, his cock once again hard, and standing at attention.

“B-but, I can’t, not without my arms.” You whined you could only imagine how much of a mess you looked like, drool and tears all over your face, along with your disheveled hair.

You watched as Spencer’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking leisurely, “that’s a shame, I guess you won’t get to ride me.” He sent you a smirk, watching as you struggled to walk to the bed, the bastard was enjoying this so much. He was addicted to the sight of you, no longer reckless, but more wrecked. Completely at his will.

You fell face forward onto the bed, squirming to try and climb onto it. “How cute.” Spencer voiced, sitting up slightly, his hands wrapped around your biceps, and in one swift tug, he had pulled you onto the bed. “There you go.”

His hands helped you onto your knees, helping you to straddle him. He pulled your panties to the side with one hand, the other spreading your wetness around your folds. He hummed in approval, “almost seems like you’re enjoying this” he teased.

You whined at the friction, your hips grinding down against his hand. He pulled his hand back, reaching down to grab his cock. He lined it up with your entrance, slipping the head in. You both groaned at the feeling, your head falling back in pure bliss. His hands moved to your hips, yanking you down fully onto his length.

“Oh, God, fuck yes.” You moaned, your head leaning forward this time, your hair falling in your face.

Spencer’s hands left your hips, folding behind his head, “if you want to cum so bad, you can do it yourself.”

You swear your jaw fell to the floor, and the tears that once filled your eyes came flooding back. “No, please, Spence, please fuck me, please.” Despite your words, your hips began to rock into his, lifting slightly only to crash back down on his cock.

He groaned lightly, his eyes closing in pleasure, “you were acting like a whore, you’ll cum like a whore.”

“Ugh, shit.” You moaned out, your hips working faster.

“Yes, baby, there you go. Make yourself cum on my cock.” Spencer said through gritted teeth.

Your thighs began to burn, and you knew you couldn’t carry on much longer. You quickened your pace, desperately chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck, such a good whore, my little whore.” Spencer praised, his voice strained with lust.

The burning became too much, and exhaustion hit your body like a train. You collapsed forward, burying your face in Spencer’s neck. “Please, fuck me, please, Spence. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, your fresh tears falling onto his shoulder.

“Alright, baby, it’s okay.” He unfolded his hands from behind his head, running them up and down your back soothingly. His hands ran down to your hips, lifting you off of him. “C’mon baby, we’re not done yet, I know you can take it.” He cooed softly.

You pulled your head back, biting down harshly on your lip, you nodded your head, not trusting your voice. “You’re such a pretty girl, and all for me,” Spencer said, his hand coming up to trail over your face affectionately, and you subconsciously leaned into his touch.

“Okay, up.” He said, landing a soft tap to your backside. You giggled lightly. He helped you off of him, and before you could relish in how gentle he was, it was gone. He shoved your face forward into the bed, and you let out a sharp yelp.

The low gravelly tone was back in his voice as he spoke, “You’re such a pathetic little mess for me.” He had moved behind you, his hard cock grinding against your clothed ass.

You turned your face to the side so you could breathe, muttering out a, “please, Spencer, I won’t do it again, I promise.”

His finger hooked in your panties, pulling them to the side, and with one swift motion, he had slammed his cock into you. You screeched, eyes crossing, and mouth falling open. “Fuck, yes! Fuck, me.”

Spencer’s pace was relentless, pounding into you, skin slapping against skin obscenely. He practically growled from behind you, and his hand reached up, latching onto the handcuffs. He pulled you back onto him with each thrust.

You yelped, your wrists ached, and they would definitely be bruised, but the pleasure was too good to tell him to stop. Plus, you doubted he would listen. “Fuck, fuck, Spencer.” You muttered, the tension building in your stomach.

“C-can I cum, please? Please, please?” You begged, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth.

“Cum, cum, whore,” Spencer demanded.

You let out a loud cry, panting as your orgasm coursed through you. Your thighs clamped together, and you cunt clenched around Spencer’s cock. Your back arched further, pressing your breasts into the mattress.

Spencer continued his pace, crashing into you with everything he had. “F-fuck, shit, Y/N, so good.” He stuttered.

At this point you were an incoherent mess, your mind was clouded, all you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer’s cock dragging against your walls.

“Spence, please, I won’t do it again, I promise.” You begged, you couldn’t tell if you were begging him to stop or continue.

He chuckled through a groan, “your right, you won’t do it again,” one of his hands reached around, placing itself on your stomach. He could feel the bulge his cock created every time he thrust into you, “you won’t do it again, because I’m going to cum in you.”

The one-sentence had you spasming around his cock again, moans, and whimpers leaving your mouth. “You won’t be able to go out and drink with your stupid friends if you’re nine months pregnant, bitch.” He gritted out, finally stilling inside you, letting his cum fill you up.

The feeling alone sent you into one last orgasm, your body trembling, and a constant flow of tears cascading down your face.

You knew this wasn’t healthy, you couldn’t make up like this. He was so right, you were being childish and immature. Orgasming inside you was almost his way of telling you you’re not a child, you’re a woman, and you need to act like one. It was on its own, a reality check.

Spencer gave you a few more gentle thrusts, before pulling out, moving quickly off the bed.

You didn’t dare try and move, your body ached, and your wrists had been rubbed raw. Your headache from earlier was back, this time twice as strong, and you groaned at the pain.

“Shh… baby, don’t move.” Spencer was at your side in an instant. You vaguely registered the clinking of metal and the freeing of your wrists.

You whimpered as he slathered lotion on your sore wrists, massaging them gently. When he was done you giggled deliriously to yourself, it was moments like these you cherished. Such moments of utter vulnerability and trust that would only be shared between the two of you.

He left once again, and you slowly rolled onto your back, letting your eyes close momentarily.

Spencer came back shortly, walking back over to the bed. He placed a kiss on your forehead, watching as your eyes fluttered open, “hi” you mumbled.

Spencer laughed, “hi” he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. “C’mon” he mumbled.

One of his arms hooked under your knees, the other around your back, you got the idea, quickly wrapping your weak arms around his neck. He lifted you up, carrying you bridal style into the bathroom. Upon entering you had noticed he already drew a bath, and a smile crept onto your face.

“Here, sweetheart.” He set you down on the toilet, helping you out of your shirt, and pulling off your ruined underwear. He helped you up, holding onto you as you stepped into the water.

You got yourself situated, watching as he stripped from his clothes to join you. You scooted forward, allowing space for him to slip in the bath behind you.

He smiled at your actions, climbing in carefully, he settled behind you, his arms wrapping around you comfortingly. You sighed peacefully, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m sorry if I was too rough with you” he muttered into your hair.

You giggled lightly, “no, I deserved it.” You sank deeper into the water, allowing the warmth to soothe your muscles and the pounding in your head.

“No, Y/N, you were just trying to help me relax,” Spencer said sympathetically.

“Mhm, and I ended up doing the exact opposite, I’m sorry, Spence. I just wanted to forget about you, I can’t stand to see you so stressed.” You turned slightly so you could look at him.

“How about this, you don’t drink so heavily next time, and I’ll take more breaks from work?” Spencer debated, one of his eyebrows raised in question.

You let out a giggle at his expression, leaning back to press a kiss to his perfect lips, “sounds like a deal to me. Plus, who knows when I’ll be able to drink again?” You teased, alluding to the fact that he had come inside you.

Spencer laughed, his arms wrapping loosely around your stomach, “there’s no one I’d rather have carry my child than you.” He ended his statement with a lasting kiss to your lips, pulling back, only to pepper more kisses on your face.

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