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[dailysasukes]

sasuke day 19

[duuhrayliegh]

my hero - request

request: anon: hi could you write a sebastian x female reader fic where she suffers from anxiety and feels bad because of it but he comforts her and tells her there’s nothing wrong with her and how strong she is even though she has this disorder

pairing: sebastian stan x female!reader

warnings: self-esteem issues, anxiety, toxicity in the fandom, language?

a/n: hey nona! you weren’t super specific on what type of anxiety that you wanted to reader to have, so if this isn’t what you had in mind, lmk and i’ll write you another fic! other than that i hope you like it!

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

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You and Seb met at a coffee shop in New York. It was totally cliche and seemed straight out of a storybook. You had somehow managed to spill coffee on that specimen of a man, and he was kind enough to let you pay for his dry cleaning. Your relationship didn’t grow until you ran into him again while you were at a bar with your friends. If he had any say in telling the story of how you met, he spotted you from across the smoky bar and he knew then and there that he had to get to know you. Truthfully, you liked his version, but the real one was just indescribable. It seemed, to you at least, that you were destined to be with this man. Seeing him twice in one week? Come on, that’s possible if you were in the small town you grew up in, but not New York.

You obviously had recognized him as an actor, but really you didn’t care. That’s what drew Sebastian to you in the first place. You treated him as if he was any other guy on the street, he was able to be a normal person around you. Now, two years later, you lounge on the couch of your apartment in LA that you shared with the man you love. He’s still auditioning for any role that catches his eye and you’re supporting him no matter what.

His fans for the most part adored you and your relationship with Sebastian. The fans who didn’t like you were your only issue with this whole affair, but they had nothing to do with Sebastian other than flood his socials with nasty messages about you. You weren’t perfect, that you knew all too well, and you tried to let the comments roll off your shoulders. Most of the time you were successful in your efforts, but other times they clung to your skin like an unwanted disease.

Sebastian was currently promoting his new project Endings, Beginnings. You were so unbelievably proud of Seb, he was doing something that made him happy. In this particular film, he was acting alongside Shailene Woodley, who was just amazing. Seb always came home gushing about the new inside jokes that they had come up with. One of your favorite things that Seb did with you was run lines. You liked having the inside scoop on his new works, but this one was harder for you. It had quite a few sex scenes between Seb’s character Frank and Shailene’s Daphne.

Not that it bothered you. Nope. Didn’t bother you. At all.

...mmm, okay maybe it bugged you a little. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Sebastian, it was… well you couldn’t really describe what it was. Whatever the case may be, it was putting you deeper and deeper into a funk, one that you were having a hard time coming out of. And Seb’s fans who weren’t in your corner, weren’t really helping you any.

A few nights ago, Seb surprised you with a casual night out in LA. He texted you before he got home and told you that he was going to be taking you out. Did he give you a dress code for the evening? No, he did not (wonderful, thanks so much Seb). You decided to dress in a half business casual, half rail me when we get home outfit. You ended up wearing an adorable bustier top that was embroidered with pretty blue and pink flowers, a pair of destroyed jeans covered your legs. You finished it off with a pair of nude heels, when you looked in the mirror, you thought you looked hot as fuck. It was around seven when Seb picked you up, mouth hanging open, in awe of your outfit.

“Oh my god. You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He opened the passenger door of his car after he hugged you, giving you a small peck on the lips. Sebastian drove you to a restaurant a block off of Thai Town called Home Restaurant.

“Babe, this place is so cute!” You squeezed Sebastian’s upper arm, jumping up and down beside him. “How’d you find this place?” Sebastian shook his head, smiling at you.

“I asked Shai, actually.” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, and your heart sank a little. Why did it do that? “She said that the paps hardly ever come around here.” He leaned down pressing a kiss to your temple. “I thought that draga mea deserved a quiet night out on the town.” His voice rasped as he spoke in his native tongue, making a shiver race down your spine.

“Well, tell her I said thank you.” You offered him a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist, drawing circles on the exposed skin above your jeans. He spoke with the hostess as your mind drifted away. You were pulled out of your thoughts when he guided you to your table. Sebastian sat across from you, staring deeply into your eyes. You brought your hand up to rest your chin on it, staring back at him. “How’s everything been going?” You were genuinely interested in the answer and it made your heart warm watching his face light up.

“It’s been going really well. Everyone we worked with was real nice, it made all the scenes more comfortable.” Seb’s eyebrows rose at the mention of the scenes and you knew which ones he was referring to.

“Oh, right.” You tried not to let your emotions show.

“Yeah, we’re about to start teasing some of them to promote the show.” Seb sighed at the thought of having to use social media, you shook your head at him.

“I’ll help you with it, you dork.” You laughed to hide your discomfort. “Which scene did they approve for the posts?” Sebastian began to speak when he was interrupted by your waitress. After the two of you ordered your food, the waitress returned with your drinks. Sebastian took a large gulp of his before answering your previous question.

“They want me to post the trailer and then the scene between Frank and Daphne at the bar.” You tried to think back to the script, remembering the context. Frank and Daphne were meeting after Daphne had gone out on a date with Jack. Daphne was claiming that she didn’t want to be a wedge in their friendship, then proceeded to make out with Frank. If you were recalling correctly, Frank and Daphne’s first sex scene followed soon after.

“Okay, we can do that. Do you have any behind the scene pictures you wanna post too?” Seb got out his phone, scrolling through his camera roll to see. He had several different photos of him with Jamie and then him with Shailene. He showed you his phone on a picture of Shailene leaned against him on a couch, her arm over his waist. A red filter colored the photo, you had to hand it to him, it was a good one to use. “We can post it whenever we get home, love.” Sebastian locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket, to focus solely on you.

“How has your day been, draga mea?” You bit your lip as you thought about what you’ve been doing. You’ve been working towards your Master’s, so your days have been filled with preparing for your dissertation. On top of that, you’ve become a bit of an influencer on different social media platforms. Really, you believe your popularity came from your relationship with Sebastian. You’ve been giving his fans the content that they’ve always wanted. Not only that, but you’re active with them.

“My day was good today. I had to edit a few papers from my other classmates but other than that I didn’t do much. I did make a few TikTok videos, but really today was a bit of a lounge day for me.” Seb smiled at you, proud of how hard you’ve been working.

“I should be getting a few days off soon, so we can relax together in the apartment, if you aren’t too busy with your classes.” He stretched his arm across the table, palm up waiting for your hand. Seb pulled your hand up to his mouth, placing a sloppy kiss onto the back of it. His eyes settled on you lovingly. To Sebastian, you were the greatest thing that had ever happened to him.

The two of you managed to finish your meal in peace. No fans came up to Sebastian asking for photos, no paparazzi swarms when you left, just a quiet meal for a normal couple in love. After you got home and you were snuggled in your pajamas alongside Sebastian in your comfortable bed, he handed you his phone to read over his post for his Instagram. The paragraph was sappy, about his time working with Drake, the director, and working with the rest of the cast. Seb always was a softy, never was able to hide it, especially in promo posts.

“It looks good to me. Are you going to post it now? Or wait until tomorrow morning?” Seb debated, he probably should wait and do it tomorrow, but he was most likely going to forget to do it. He clicked post, putting his phone on charge and snuggling into you.

“Thank you for always being there for me, Y/N.” He kissed your jawline, nuzzling his face into your neck. “It really means a lot to me, baby. I love you so much.” He wrapped both hands around your waist, pulling you to his front. You smiled wide, momentarily forgetting all of your troubles.

“I love you too, Seb.” You turned your head slightly, pressing a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “Now let’s get some sleep, love.” Little did you know that a single post could ruin all of the progress that you thought you had made.

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You woke the next morning, alone in bed. You could hear pots clanging in the kitchen of your home, bringing a smile to your face. Before you left the safety of your bed, you checked your socials out of habit. You opened Instagram first, seeing an absurd amount of notifications this early in the morning. Your smile dropped as soon as you opened the first post. Comments on Sebastian’s post about Endings, Beginnings and his chemistry with Shailene weren’t entirely out of the ordinary. They were to be expected, they were playing parts in a love triangle. People were ‘shipping’ Shailene with Seb and Jamie, so that wasn’t too crazy.

What hurt you were the comments saying, “living for shailene and sebastian! she’s a much better match for him than y/n.”

“never thought that y/n girl was going to last, glad he’s going w shailene”

“shailene and seb supremacy”

“yes! i’ve always supported seb in everything he’s done, but i rlly questioned him when he got w that y/n girl. what was he thinking?!”

Tears gathered in your eyes as you continued scrolling. You never thought you and Sebastian never fit. You knew that people had issues with your relationship, but you never let it get in your head this bad. You checked your explore page, pictures of you and Sebastian from last night were riddling the page.

Your heart dropped.

There were pictures of the two of you from last night with parts of your body circled. The exposed skin above your waistband, the excess skin on your neck and arms. You don’t know where they got these pictures, but your stomach was steadily sinking with each picture you saw. The door of your room opened, revealing a smiley Sebastian with a plate full of eggs in one hand and a cup of orange juice in the other.

“Good morning, baby.” You quickly shoved your phone away from you, wiping your tears away from your eyes to meet his. His brows furrowed immediately. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You snuffled quietly, before answering.

“Uh, nothing. I’m just so proud of you.” You smiled at him, not wanting to bring down his already happy mood with your problems. Was that entirely healthy? Probably not, but you were doing it anyway, consequences be damned.

“Oh, well you don’t have to cry for me, Y/N. Even if you’re proud.” He walked up to your side of the bed, placing the cup and plate on your nightstand. He brought his hand up to your cheeks, wiping away your tear streaks. “You know that I only like to see tears whenever it’s me causing you so much pleasure you beg me to stop.” He winked at you, smirking at your rising blush. To say that didn’t lift your spirits for about half a second would be a lie. Sebastian brought the plate to your lap, waiting for you to start eating. At this particular moment, after seeing all those horrible pictures of your body, your appetite had gone out the window, but he was so smiley.

“After you eat, I want ya to shower.” Sebastian’s hand came up to your jaw, cupping it as you used it to chew the eggs. “We’ve got a long day of lounging and enjoying each other's company ahead of us.” Sebastian stood from the bed, throwing a wink at you as he left the room dramatically. You stopped eating soon after he left, the food tasting like ash on your tongue. At some point, you got into the bathroom, staring at the reflection in the mirror.

Your phone was in your hand again. The pictures flooding your Twitter feed. Shaky breaths left your mouth as you watched your reflection tilt its head. Tears began gathering in your eyes as it felt like you weren’t in your own skin anymore. You had worked so hard to be comfortable in your own body.

It’s amazing how just one picture can ruin everything.

You leaned forward on the countertop, hands holding up your weight. You shifted towards the mirror, examining every miniscule detail that your eyes could see. Your lids came down quickly, tears dragging down your cheeks. You squeezed your eyes closed, shaking your head back and forth.

“You are not going to let this get to you.” You took a few deep breaths as you turned on the shower. Not wanting to be around the mirror anymore, you kept your bath short, talking to yourself the whole time. By the time you left the bathroom, it was steamed completely, you couldn’t see your reflection even if you wanted to.

“He loves you.” You had a mantra and you continued to repeat it as you walked into your shared closet. “He loves all of you.” You pulled one of his old t-shirts off a hanger. “Sebastian loves you.” A pair of your underwear and his loose boxers covered your lower half. “Sebastian loves all of you.” You shoved your feet into a pair of fuzzy pink socks, leaving the closet still muttering to yourself. You tucked your phone into your waistband after checking your socials again. You know you shouldn’t have, but there was some part of you that just wouldn’t let you not.

The same shit covered your For You page on TikTok. Videos from the trailer of Seb and Shailene and then videos of you and Seb, comparing the two relationships. “They do fit well together.” You thought to yourself. A part of you wondering why Seb was with you in the first place.

“Did you say something, love?” Sebastian looked at you from the couch. A blanket was strewn over his lower half, his upper body inviting, waiting for you to join him. His smile dropped when he took in your glassy eyes instead of your usual happy expression.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong?” He started towards you, eyes running over your body for any outward injuries. An understanding look crossed his face when he saw your phone clutched in your hand. “Y/N, talk to me, baby.” Sebastian’s hands rested on your shoulders, lightly caressing your biceps. You recoiled from his touch, feeling uncomfortable in your own body.

“Just some stuff that some fans posted.” Seb’s thumb traced just under your eye, wiping away the tears. He held his right hand out for your phone, to understand what you were talking about. His brows furrowed deeply as he scrolled, not fully processing how destructive his fans could be. Sebastian always believed that they were the best fucking people in the world. He knew that they could be mean, but this was something else.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about, Y/N.” Sebastian’s voice was firm. It was almost strong enough to cut through the fog invading your brain, but not quite. You had officially zoned out. Dead to the world. Lost in your own thoughts. No matter how destructive those thoughts may be.

Sebastian noticed that you were already too deep, having experienced this with you many times before. He was aware that you were self-conscious, insecure, however you want to describe it. Your anxiety always got worse when you were stressed. Prepping for your dissertation was definitely a stressful time. Add on top of that, Sebastian was constantly pulling you from your work for various reasons. Had he contributed to this? Scratch that thought, he didn’t have time for that. He needed to bring you back down to Earth, back to him.

“Y/N.” His hands hovered over your hips. “I’m going to touch you for a second.” He directed you to the couch, settling on the coffee table in front of you. His fingers lightly traced circles onto your knees, as he assessed how he should approach this.

“Y/N. Baby?” Sebastian hesitated before bringing his fingers up to your chin, not wanting you to react badly. “I’m right here, Y/N, it’s Sebastian.” His left hand hadn’t left your knee, continuing to trace small patterns into your skin, giving you something to ground yourself with. He watched you blink and swallow harshly, inhaling sharply before opening your mouth.

“Why are you with me?” Your chin trembled with unvoiced sobs. “You deserve the world, Seb. I’m not even--” Your sentence was cut off by a loud whimper causing tears to start streak down. Sebastian wasn’t sure if this was a situation where you wanted him to be involved, so he waited for a sign.

“I’m not even worth a glance from you.” Your hand came up to wipe at your runny nose. “They’re so right. You need to be with someone like Shailene.” A bitter sob racked your body, making your body fold in half. Sebastian caught you before you hurt yourself.

“Y/N. I love you.” He always heard you say that to yourself when you thought he wasn’t listening. He knew that you suffered from anxiety, so he was always watching. Always paying attention to your little cues. The little things that he could use to help you as much as he could. “I love all of you.” He held one of your hands, running his thumb over the back of it.

“I don’t care what they say, baby.” He lifted your face to his, steel blue eyes locking with your cloudy pair. “I picked you.” He pecked your right cheek. “I want you.” A peck to your left. “I want only you.” One to your forehead. “It’s always been you, Y/N.” Another on your chin. “I love all of you, Y/N.” Sebastian landed a final short kiss to your lips, lingering for only a second.

“I want you to understand something, Y/N.” His gaze never left you. “I’m not going anywhere.” His brows raised as he hardened his voice. “I’m especially not going anywhere at the behest of my fans. I love them to death, but they don’t get to decide who I love.” Sebastian shifted to sit next to you on the couch. “Is it okay if I put my arms around you?” All he got was a brief nod in return, which was expected.

“I’m yours, Y/N. As much as you’re mine.” His arms descended around you, wrapping you in a loving embrace. You turned to face him fully, bringing your own arms around his waist, shoving your head into his neck.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with all my shit, Seb.” Sebastian almost missed your comment because you spoke into his shoulder and through loud snuffles. He backed away to look you in the face.

“I signed up for this, Y/N. I’m here for whatever we go through.” He tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “We go through ‘your shit’ together, Y/N. This is a partnership, a two-way street.” He looked at the weak smile on your face, heart warming slightly at the sight. His face turned serious, casting a glance at your phone on the coffee table.

“How long have you been sitting on this?” He knew how quickly your mind could twist things, so he wasn’t sure what to expect. You bit your lip, not meeting his eyes anymore.

“Just since this morning.” He held you away from his body, watching your expression.

“Is this why you were crying earlier?” You gave him a meek nod in response. “Baby, I thought we talked about this. We have to talk to each other when we think we’re going to go into a funk.” The two of you had talked about it before, but you didn’t think this was going to be a funk.

“I should’ve been able to just shake this off because I know you love me and you won’t leave me because of something that some people on the Internet say.” The words left your mouth before you could process everything, your mind quick to defend itself.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t always have to be able to shake something off. We just have to keep each other in the loop.” Sebastian looked over your tear-stained face, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. “Let’s ditch the phones today. Just spend the day in each other’s arms, how’s that sound?” You smiled softly, nodding at the man in front of you. He got up quickly hiding both of your phones in the kitchen somewhere.

This definitely wasn’t a solution to dealing with your anxiety, Sebastian knew that. It also wasn’t dealing with the toxic people on the Internet, but you didn’t need that right now. You needed to be immersed in an environment that accepted what you were going through without judgement, Sebastian could provide that. Seb hummed happily when you snuggled into his side under the covers on your couch while he searched for a movie. He kissed the top of your head and he felt you smile against his stomach.

“I’m proud of you, draga mea.” You turned to face him, a confused expression lacing your features.

“For what, Seb?” He stroked your face with a single finger, mapping out your features.

“I’m proud of how you handle yourself. I’m amazed at how strong you are, even when you think you’re not.” He leaned closer to you, whispering his next words. “You’re my hero.” One corner of your mouth twitched upwards, not wanting to accept it. You rolled your eyes playfully, settling back onto his stomach before speaking.

“I love you, Sebastian.”

“And I love you, Y/N.”

[jalapeno-princess]

Sweet tooth

Architect Mark X Baker reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Extremely cheesy fluff

Summary: As soon as you graduated from culinary school, you wanted to follow your dream in opening your own bakery but you had no idea where to start. Your professor recommends an architect to help you make your dreams a reality but little did you know, you’d be falling in love with said architect the longer he helped you out on the project.

A/N: Hi guys! I have a few more requests in my inbox and I just wanted to let you all know that I didn’t forget about you it’s just that my mom has been sick so I’ve been taking care of her and all the house duties so I haven’t had much free time to write stories but here is the architect Mark anon! I hope you enjoy! In all honesty, I feel like this was rushed and it’s one of the stories I’ve written that I care about the least because I feel that it’s all over the place but it’s fine lol

Opening your own bakery has been a dream of yours for as long as you could remember. You’ve been baking all sorts of cakes, pies, cookies, breads and pastries since you were seven years old. Whenever you’d visit your grandparent’s house during the summertime, your grandmother would always take you to the bakery down the road for a little treat. 

The sweet aroma of the different jams they used along with the smell of yeast and baked bread would immediately fill your nose as soon as you walked in and you were always excited to see all the different types of desserts out on display. Right after your grandmother would finish paying for your choice of confection, she would bring you towards the window where you’d be able to watch the bakers preparing and making all of the delicious treats. 

As you got older, your love for baking only increased. You’d make all sorts of treats in your downtime causing your mom to freak out by the mess you would leave once you were done mixing all your ingredients together. You went straight in to culinary school right after graduating from high school and even took on a part time job at the bakery a few blocks down from your house. On the days that you weren’t at work or school, you would be in the kitchen coming up with and testing out many different recipes that you would plan to sell at your own bakery one day. Whenever, you did go to work, the day always seemed to go by very quickly. Time seems to fly by very quickly when you’re having fun and you always seemed to have a good time when you were in your element. 

Because you were very passionate and dedicated to your craft and couldn’t wait to graduate in order to start up your own business, you began taking on more classes and cutting back on hours at the bakery in order to graduate sooner. There were nights where you cried over how frustrating school could be and you got so stressed out to the point where your pastries weren’t coming out the way you wanted them to. However, you had a dream and you were determined to achieve your goals in the timeline that you set up for yourself. 

Only three years after you entered college, you graduated culinary school with your bachelor’s degree and you couldn’t be more excited to finally start working on your project. Unfortunately, you didn’t know where to start. You were so focused on the baking aspect that you failed to come up with where you’d want your bakery located, how big you wanted it to be and who you needed to hire in order to help you set up your space. Hell, you still had yet to find other bakers and cashiers to help you manage the shop and you soon grew discouraged at the thought of how much time and effort you had to put in to starting up your bakery. 

It took you a couple of months to put a plan together before you actually got to make your dreams a reality, but you wanted to make sure you had your ideas written down on paper before reaching out to people for their help. One of your culinary professors was kind enough to refer you to one of her friend’s son’s construction company to help you plan out the building of your bakery. After she sent you his contact information, you decided to do some research on the architect before contacting him to make sure he was the right candidate to help build the bakery you’ve always dreamt of. 

When you pulled up his website and saw all the great reviews and how people practically raved over what an amazing company he owned and how great the projects would turn out, you found yourself dialing his phone number and inquiring about how much it would cost and how long it would take to build your bakery. You couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was by the many photos that showed up under his name. He had a long, skinny face with curly brown hair, the prettiest smile and the cutest little dimples. People like that worked in construction? You knew you should’ve listened to your father when he told you to become a mechanical engineer. 

You were nervous to say the least about consulting with him. It was obvious that he’s been doing this for years. He’s designed skyscrapers, buildings, condominiums, mansions and town houses. His line of work went beyond that of your tiny little bakery, but it didn’t hurt to see if he’d be willing to design your cute little shop. He was very soft spoken over the phone and offered to meet you at a coffee shop later in the afternoon if you were free. Since you were so adamant on wanting to open your bakery within the next year and a half, you found yourself quickly agreeing in excitement.

 As you drove over to the coffee shop you agreed to meet him at, you couldn’t help the smile that rose on your face at the idea of things finally coming together for you. Sure, there was still a lot for you to do and so many people you still had to contact, but this was the most important thing you had to get done. When you walked in to the cafe and spotted him in the corner by the bookshelf, you began to approach him and the smile he sent in your direction made your heart flutter. 

“Hey! You must be y/n. Nice to meet you. Can I get you something to drink before we get started?” 

You looked at him in curiosity before politely shaking your head in disagreement. “I should be the one offering to buy you something! You’re doing me a favor. Thank you for coming to meet with me by the way. It’s like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.” He giggled slightly and pulled out a notepad. After the two of you put in your drink orders and playfully argued about who was going to pay, you headed back to the table and he started to ask you a few questions about the location and size of the bakery that you had in mind. 

Once you gave him all the information, he began to draw out an idea of what he felt you would like and you were excited to see your plans coming out on paper. As you watched him draw out his ideas, you were quick to notice how focused he was and how much detail he put in to his work. It was extremely admirable.

“I’m sorry if this project is nothing compared to all of the amazing work that you’ve done so far but—“ He looked at you with the most adorable pout on his face and you were sure your heart was going to combust at the sight. 

“Don’t be silly y/n! I love every single project that I get to work on. Honestly, this is the first time I’m working on building a bakery, so I’m very excited to see how it’ll turn out. With the way you told me about how passionate you are about baking and how you’ve been wanting to open your own bakery for a while now, this is definitely not nothing.” 

He sent you a toothy grin and returned back to his sketching. Throughout your time together, the two of you conversed about many different things. You were surprised to hear that he had no plans of getting in to construction and architecture and that he actually had plans of becoming a pilot. However, when he took art in his freshman year, it was his professor that told him to look in to becoming an architect. The way his eyes would light up when he went in to detail about how he’s always loved to draw and do all kinds of sketches made you feel warm inside. 

He reminded you of yourself. Just like you, he’s loved drawing, painting and sketching from the time he was young but he never thought he could use his talent in the real world; so he pushed the idea of becoming a professional artist or having a job that had anything to do with drawing in general to the back of his mind. Hearing about how it took him a couple of years to set up his company worried you; you didn’t think it would take that long to open up your bakery but he assured you when he saw the glum look on your face that it was a different situation. 

“I had to make sure I was hiring the right people, that they all had insurance, I had to find a place to set up my company—there was a lot I had to do to make sure my employees were covered and then I had to make contracts with the state. I needed more than just other architects. I had to hire construction workers, estimators, carpenters, project engineers, electricians and so many other types of workers. That’s why it took a while. But planning, setting up and building your bakery won’t take too long. I’d say three months tops. I’m actually stoked to see how it’ll turn out and I can’t wait for it to open. I’ll bring this in to work with me tomorrow and we’ll get started on your shop as soon as possible. It was nice meeting you y/n, I had a great time. I’ll stay in contact with you and try to update you on what we’re doing so there’s nothing to worry your pretty little head about okay? You can trust me. I hope to see you again soon.” 

Once he left the coffee shop, you took a few minutes to process your entire meeting with him. He was nothing short of a gentleman. He always made eye contact with you whenever you talked to him, he was very attentive, threw in a few jokes in order to make sure you were comfortable and always asked for your opinion to make sure you agreed with everything he was doing. He had called you that following Monday to give you a rough estimate of how much everything would cost and to let you know how long it would take to build. 

You found yourself developing a small little crush on the architect in the short amount of time that you’ve known him for, but how could you not? He was extremely patient with you, curious about your likes and dislikes, very passionate about his work, determined, soft spoken yet easy to converse with and he seemed like a very genuine person. Over the course of a few months, he kept his promise of keeping you updated on the progress of your bakery. He also invited you a few times to watch it actually getting built and to your surprise, he had a helmet customized specifically for you. 

There were days that he would call you just to see how you were doing and how everything was going with the other responsibilities that came with opening a bakery. You couldn’t help but feel as if there was more to his calls and supportive little text messages and you were sure architects never were this involved with their clients but you didn’t mind. You loved talking to and spending as much time with Mark that you possibly could. 

Finally, the day came where his company were finished with building your bakery and to say you were happy with how it came out was an understatement. It was everything you could have wanted and more. The kitchen was huge and Mark had explained to you that it was because he wanted you and your employees to have enough space to move around without having to worry about getting in each other’s way. There was an office, storage room, freezer and bathroom. He even made a closet and an area for your employees to place their belongings. Even the store front was spacious. It was perfect. You never once doubted that Mark would do an amazing job, but seeing the final product made you speechless. 

“So, how do you like it?” Absentmindedly, you jumped in to his arms and buried your face in to his neck. 

“It’s perfect! I love it so much. Thank you Mark! You’re amazing.” He smiled lightly against your cheek and held you closer to his embrace. When you came to the realization that you were holding him, no matter how much you loved the feeling of being wrapped in his arms, you found yourself pulling away and apologizing in embarrassment. 

“I’m glad you enjoy it. I wanted to make sure it turned out the way you wanted it to.” He would never admit it to you, but there were nights where he stayed up till the wee hours of the morning in order to put together teams with some of his best workers to help out with building your bakery and to pull some strings with the owner of the land that you wanted to have your bakery located at. 

At first, Mark had a hard time understanding why he was going above and beyond to make sure your bakery turned out the way you’ve dreamt it to. Out of all the many projects he’s worked on so far, your bakery was the one he actually helped work on the most. He went to the construction site almost every single day to make sure it was coming out perfectly. It took him a while to realize it, but when he would hear the excitement in your voice and saw the breathtaking smile rise on your face whenever he would inform you about how your bakery was coming along, he knew he had more than just friendly feelings for you.

There were times where he’d sit in his office and work on other projects, but his mind would always wander off to you. Your bright and positive personality send a warm feeling to Mark’s chest and he couldn’t help but want to act on his feelings for you. When you came to the realization that you would no longer need to stay in contact with Mark anymore, you were upset to say the least but there was nothing you could do about it. 

“Did you need help with bringing in the appliances and setting up the plumbing?” The idea of getting to have Mark in your life for just a little longer caused you to scream internally and the word yes was on the tip of your tongue, but the realist in you gave him a sad smile. 

“You’ve already done so much for me so far, I don’t want to continue being a burden and I’m sure you have more important things to work on—“ he gave you a knowing look and interrupted you before you could continue to feel bad over the thought of everything he’s already done to support you and your bakery. 

“Nonsense y/n, I want to help you. Plus, I have some connections that could really help with making this the best bakery ever.” 

You giggled softly. “No matter how beautiful you end up making this place, I doubt it’ll be that popular. I’m sure there are many more bakeries out there that are way more popular with better products. I’m not all that special.” 

The gentle squeeze on your wrist pulled you out of your self pity and before you knew it, you were being pulled against his chest. “Stop that. Stop thinking that you’re anything less than all that you are. You are extremely special y/n. I’ve never seen someone so passionate and so in love with their job as much as you clearly are. This bakery is everything you’ve wanted and more and no matter what you think, it’s going to be the best bakery in town. I don’t care if I have to dress up as a croissant and pass out fliers to people in order to get business booming, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure this bakery becomes successful.” 

You were sure that if Mark were to look at you, you’d be as red as a tomato. His words sent fire to your bones. When you felt him wrap his arms around your waist, you looked up at him and gave him a small smile. “I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for all that you’ve done to me. Thank you so much Mark.” 

With the way you were looking up at him with so much gratitude in your eyes, Mark wanted to close the space between your lips and release all the feelings he had developed for you through a kiss. Before he could do anything he’d regret, he placed his chin on the top of your head to prevent him from connecting his lips with yours. God knows that if Mark were to stare at your pretty pink lips any longer, he wouldn’t be able to control himself and his desire to feel your lips against his. 

“You don’t owe me anything. All I want for you to do is to have faith in yourself. Be more confident. Don’t you ever doubt yourself or say anything negative about yourself anymore okay? Make me proud y/n.” 

Once you got everything settled with the bank, insurance company, plumbing company and kitchen appliance company, you began to work on furnishing your bakery. Mark would head straight to your bakery once he finished work in order to help you set things up against your pleas that he’d go home and rest. You didn’t want to be a burden on him and you were sure he was probably exhausted from work; but you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t enjoy his presence. 

Knowing that he wanted to continue to help you out although his part of the project was already over with made your heart happy. You wanted to believe it was because just like you, he enjoyed spending time with and being around you. However, you would mentally scold yourself for thinking like that and making up scenarios in your head of the two of you starting up a relationship together. In the moments that he came and helped you move your furniture, went with you shopping for necessities, ingredients, decorations, uniforms and everything else that you were in need of, your feelings for him only grew stronger. 

When you were back at the bakery, he would play some music on his phone and the two of you would dance and sing along as you worked on getting everything set up and making sure all areas of your bakery were ready for opening. There were times that you caught him looking at you and other times that he would “accidentally” touch your waist and lower back if he tried to pass behind you. No matter how long you’d spend with him, you’d always miss him whenever he would leave. Sometimes, you would order food for the both of you as an excuse to extend your time together. Mark was someone who you loved being around. 

The constant support he gave you along with the many compliments about your talent and sometimes even your looks never failed to make your heart flutter. You could only wish there was a reason he would stay in your life once this was all over. Finally the opening a day came and you were overwhelmed with so many emotions. Sure, you were excited. Your dream was finally coming true. But the doubts and worries of nobody showing up wouldn’t leave your mind at all for the few days leading up to today. Unfortunately, Mark had let you know that he wasn’t going to be able to make it because he had a few meetings he had to attend to and the news made you even more upset than you already were. Mark had practically set this entire place up. He was the reason everything came together just the way you wanted it to so it was only natural for you to want him in attendance. Plus, knowing he was there would help you relax and the thought of him would block out any other negative thoughts that were currently bringing you down. However, his cute little supportive text messages did make you calm down a bit but your heart rate fluttered at his sweet words. 

“Hey boss, you’re gonna want to take a look at this.” One of your pastry chefs motioned for you to follow her outside and when you saw just how many people were waiting outside for you to open made tears brim at your eyes. Were they all really there for your opening? But how did they all hear about it? You paid to put an ad in a few newspapers but that was pretty much it. You didn’t think it would bring in at least two hundred people right outside your storefront but you were extremely over the moon. 

“Hi guys! Thank you so much for coming today. It genuinely means everything to me. I’ve been dreaming about this day since I was a little girl and I’m so excited to have you all try my pastries. The cake fairy is finally open for business!” 

Hearing the crowd cheer as you cut open the rope and allowed people to come in made your heart race. It took you a while to finally take everything in and to come to the realization that all these people were here for your desserts. For recipes that you came up with years ago in school when you were actually supposed to be studying for finals. Nobody other than your family and friends have tried your treats, so this was the first time anyone else was going to be tasting it and your heart felt like it was going to bust out of your chest. When you saw the first few customers take bites out of your pastries and saw the smiles on their faces while they murdered just how good it was, you released a breath of relief. 

The day went by extremely quick but that’s because you had so much to do. You had to help take orders and serve people while running to the back and helping out with baking. You were afraid of running out of things to sell but you and your team tried your best to make sure that everybody got what they wanted. Some customers asked to talk to you personally and wouldn’t stop raving over your desserts and congratulating you on your success. It was such a heartwarming feeling seeing all your hard work and passion come together. 

After such a successful work day, you thanked all of your employees for their hard work and sent them home with some pastries while you stayed back to clean everything and to take a few minutes to yourself. As you began to wipe down the countertops, you heard a soft knock at the door and at first, you were alarmed seeing as how it was nearing 10 p.m. but when you saw your favorite smile peeking at you through the glass, you immediately dropped what you were doing and ran to the door. 

“Hi there my favorite little puff pastry! How was it? I heard the line went on for hours. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be here to see it.” He handed you a bouquet of sunflowers and a teddy bear dressed up as a chef. The reason why Mark wasn’t there for your opening was because he had a few tricks up his sleeve. You weren’t able to see the billboards he set up throughout your city, nor did you have the time to watch tv and see your ad being played every other commercial. He meant it when he said he was going to do whatever he could to help you succeed and it was mainly because he loved seeing that contagious smile of yours when things went your way. 

“It’s fine Mark. I understand, but thank you for being here right now and thank you for these gifts. I’m more at ease now that you’re here. Today was perfect. There were so many people and everyone seemed to really enjoy my desserts. I’m still having a hard time processing that all those people were here for my treats. It’s such an indescribable feeling and I couldn’t have done any of this without you so thank you.” With the way he was looking at you as if you were the one who set all the stars up in the sky, you felt as if you would melt in to a puddle right there. 

“Don’t mention it. Honestly, you could sell your cakes in a grungy and disgusting bathroom and people will still come. I’m sure they taste just as amazing as they look.” You asked him to follow you in to the kitchen while you brought out the cake you prepared for him the night before as a small thank you for everything that he’s done for you. It wasn’t anything too over the top; just a two tiered chocolate cake with a peanut butter cream cheese filling and the words thank you next to some sketches and a construction hat. The smile that rose on his face made your cheeks warm and you couldn’t help but mirror it back to him. 

“Wow y/n, this cake looks amazing. You’re really talented. I can’t believe I’m the first one to receive a cake made by the renowned baker y/n y/l/n. Don’t forget me when you become famous okay?” You playfully rolled your eyes as you brought out a couple other desserts and placed it on a plate for him. 

“These were the best sellers of today. Tell me what you think.” He began to take a bite out of everything and for some reason, you found yourself getting nervous at what he would think. Mark’s opinion meant the most to you. You were afraid that he wouldn’t think all too highly of your creations but when you saw him practically vacuum your strawberry shortcake, you had to stifle back a laugh. 

“I’m sorry, I must look so messy but this is so good. Damn y/n, I’m gonna need about two dozen of these to go. I’m going to eat one at every meal for the rest of this week. I’m not even kidding this is delicious—“ you couldn’t help but bring your thumb up to the corner of his lip in order to wipe away some left over strawberry cream. He looked adorable and hearing him say such nice things about your strawberry shortcake made you grin like an idiot. You weren’t able to notice the way he looked at you while gliding your finger against his mouth, so you had no idea that Mark was practically near his breaking point. 

Before you could do or say anything else, his lips were on yours. It was a breathtaking feeling, literally. His lips were soft against yours and he brought both his hands up to your cheeks, cupping it all but gently while continuing to kiss you like his life depended on it. The way he was kissing you with so much passion and fervor made your head spin. He brought his hands down to your waist and hoisted you up on to the counter top but his lips never once left yours. You tried your best to keep up with his quick pace but you were still in shock that this was all happening. 

Mark felt as if his body was in flames while you felt like you were consumed by the ocean. The two of you made out for a couple of minutes, not being able to get enough of one another and when you felt Mark moan in to the kiss, you knew things were getting hot and heavy. To Mark’s dismay, you pulled away in order to catch your breath but placed your forehead against his. He wrapped his arms around your hips as he left gentle kisses all around your face. 

“Wow. That was—you are—wow. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite some time now. I hope you know that there’s going to be a lot more from where that came from.” You beamed up at him and playfully booped his nose. 

“The feeling is mutual, trust me. I’ve had a crush on you since the day we met at the coffee shop. I haven’t been the same since you’ve came in to my life but I like it like that. You’ve brought in so much positivity in to my life and I’d like to think I’m more outgoing and confident because you make me want to be. I want to be someone you are proud of. Someone who has a good head on her shoulders. Someone whose good enough for you, Mr.Oh so successful and extremely dreamy architect that all kinds of people; business men, CEOs, entrepreneurs and other construction companies go crazy over. I can’t blame them though, I’m crazy for you too.” He picked up some frosting from one of the cupcakes you gave him and smeared it on your cheek earning himself an adorable whine. 

“All these desserts yet you’re the sweetest thing here—hey! Come back here y/n! You’re lucky I love you—oh.” Hearing those three words fall from his mouth sent you in to a frenzy and the two of you completely ignored the fact that Mark now had guava jelly on his dress shirt. 

“You what?” He brought his hand up to the back of his neck and scratched it out of embarrassment. 

“I said I love you. I’m sorry, was that too fast? I totally understand if you don’t feel the same just yet and it might be kind of early for me to say this—“ he was quick to smile in to the kiss once your lips connected with his as your attempt to get him to shut up. 

“I love you too. What do you say we get cleaned up here and head back to my place? You can be my taste tester for some new recipes I’ve been planning.”

He began to run his hands along your sides painstakingly slowly and it was obvious that he was trying to rile you up but you weren’t letting him mess with you that easily. “I have an even better idea. I can make us some dinner and then I can eat you for dessert.” He sucked on the juncture of your neck but frowned once he felt you pull away. “Babe! Come on, I bet you taste just as good as you look too!”

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Forget Your Troubles - (omg it’s a) John x Reader (with smut)

Here you go. Your Dirty Deaky story. 18+ only and if I find out you’re under 18 and read my smut stuff I am blocking you. ♥️ Took some anon requested stuff and twisted it in here, so if you’re the anon? Hope you’re reading this. Huge thanks to @anotheronebitesthedeaks for making sure this doesn’t suck 💜

Choose your own Deaky decade for this one. (Also, we’re implying an age gap, but nothing is specified. Use your imagination as you should be doing with everything I write.)

You never drink alone. You always found it pathetic when people do it. One of your favorite things to do at the pub with your friends was mock the ones who were there alone – not to their faces, of course, but it was always humorous to make up your own stories about why they were there by themselves. But tonight you realize why they do it as you sit at the bar, all alone, nursing your third gin and tonic of the night. It was easier to drink than to sit alone in your living room, consuming yourself with your thoughts and drinking alone there. At least this way you weren’t technically drinking alone. You brushed off three people so far, all overly eager guys who were clearly only trying to talk to you to get you back at their place for a one night stand. Not that you were completely opposed to one night stands, but you’re trying to get your last one night stand out of your head. That one ended up becoming a two-year-long relationship that ended a week ago. It wasn’t so much the end of it that bothered you. It was the fact that it ended because he was fucking around on you with your best friend that was eating you alive.

“You’ve been sitting here for an hour and you’re only on your third drink,” you hear a voice tell you. “Either you really don’t like them or you’re trying to prolong your time here.”

Great, you think to yourself. Another creep. You don’t want to look up, but you can’t help yourself. “Are you enjoying watching me?” you ask with annoyed sarcasm as you turn your head to see who it is this time, immediately regretting being a bitch.

“It was hard for me not to notice you,” he says with a warm smile as he points to the other end of the bar. “I’ve been sitting over there trying to guess why you’re all alone.” You chuff and look back down at your drink. “If I guess correctly, you have to let me buy your next one.”

You look back to him and smirk. “And what happens if you don’t?”

“I guess I’ll still buy you your next drink,” he smiles. “I see it as a win-win situation for you.” Normally this is the point where you’d send him on his way, but there’s something about him that doesn’t feel so creepy. Besides, he’s a goddamn rock star. You’d feel like a complete fool sending John Deacon away.

“Well? Go on. Let’s see if you can do it,” you giggle.

He puts his hand to his chin like he’s deep in thought, the smile never leaving his face. “Ok. Pretty girl who clearly has no problem finding company, judging by the fact that three blokes have already attempted to talk to her, sitting here alone.” He laughs. “Someone broke her heart and she thinks these gin and tonics are going to make her feel better.”

You start to laugh. “Am I that obvious?”

“Well there’s no other possibility,” he says. “The only reason people drink alone is because of heartbreak or because they don’t want to pay for rounds.”

“Or maybe they just really want to enjoy their drink without having to entertain other people with conversation,” you smirk.

Now he’s laughing. “Ouch,” he says as he dramatically holds his hand to his chest before resting it back on the bar. “Well I know for a fact that’s not why you’re drinking alone.”

“And how do you know?” you chuckle with a raised brow.

He smirks. “Because you just told me someone broke your heart.” He takes the last sip of his drink and waves the bartender over. “He isn’t worth it. He’s clearly not a smart person,” he winks. When the bartender walks over, he orders himself another drink. “And bring the lady here something fancy,” he says. “She deserves a fancy drink.”

He’s charming. Very charming. And suddenly you find yourself thankful for the company. “Now it’s only fair you tell me why you’re here alone,” you tell him. “I mean, you know my secret.”

“Something tells me you have many more secrets,” he smirks. “And I intend to find out at least one more before the night is over.”

“Quid pro quo, sir,” you chuckle. “I don’t give away secrets without getting one in return.”

He’s so easy to talk to, and he’s quite chipper, making it impossible for you to continue to wallow in your misery. It only took 10 minutes for you to completely forget why you’re here. Instead, you were 100% focused on your new friend, and before you knew it an entire hour had passed.

“Did you enjoy that one?” he asks, pointing to your empty glass. “Want another?” He starts to wave the bartender back over but you grab his arm and pull it down.

“No, I’m alright,” you tell him. “I really should get going. Some of us have day jobs,” you smirk and stand up from the barstool. “Thank you for the drinks and the company.” You grab your purse and put it over your shoulder and start to leave.

“Wait!” He grabs your arm and jumps down from his stool. “Can I walk you home?”

“You don’t even know my name, Mr. Deacon,” you smile.

He starts to chuckle. “Well that’s not fair, is it? You know my name.”

“Maybe you should have asked me for mine,” you smirk and walk away. He’s not letting you get away that easy. As soon as you make it out to the sidewalk, he runs and stands in front of you. “You’re quite persistent, aren’t you?” you giggle.

“If I guess your name, can I walk you home?” He’s got that cheeky grin on his face again and you realize at this very moment that it makes it impossible to tell him no.

“Go on then,” you grin.

He closes his eyes and puts his fingers to his head as if he’s having some psychic vision. “Ah. Yes. Your name is Y/N.” That cheeky smirk draws back on his face and he hooks his arm, beckoning you to latch yours into it.

You shake your head and chuckle, latching your arm to his and start walking. “All you had to do was ask me instead of the bartender. I would have told you.”

“Ah, but it was more fun this way,” he giggles. You don’t walk far. Your place is right next door to the pub and he’s confused. “Why’d you stop?”

“Because this is my place,” you chuckle and point. “Thanks for making sure I got home safely.”

He gives you a side-eyed grin, wondering how you managed to get one over on him. He was doing his best to be the cheeky one here, but it looks like you’re just as good at dishing it out as he is. “Can we at least walk the block? So I don’t feel like a complete idiot?” he laughs.

“I’ll give you one block,” you smile. “That’s it.”

One block turned into two, then three, and by the time the two of you stop walking you realize that it’s been five or six, maybe even more, and your face was starting to get literally sore from all the smiling you were doing. Neither one of you was paying attention to your surroundings anymore. The conversation was flowing, and the company was nice too. It wasn’t until you reached the park that you snapped out of the minor daze and realized where you were. “Looks like we went a bit further than a block,” he chuckles. “Guess we should turn back.”

You take your arm from his and go sit on a nearby bench. “I don’t want to,” you say, quite flatly, and sigh as you plop yourself down. You weren’t feeling anything but normal while you were in the pub, but the longer you were in the night air, the more immense your buzz became. And the stronger your buzz became, the less restrictive your thoughts and words were. You weren’t completely without your wits. You just weren’t exactly making sure you held anything back anymore, which is why he heard all about your ex and your best friend. How you caught them in your bed and how you can’t even sleep in it anymore. And when you sat down, your emotions were starting to build up again.

He noticed, and he wanted to do everything he could to stop them again. “You’re much prettier when you smile,” he says as he sits next to you and rests his arm on the bench behind you and pulls a cigarette from his pocket. “I worked hard to get you to smile and I’m not going to allow all of my hard work to go to waste.” He lights the cigarette and takes a drag before handing it to you. “So we’re going to sit here until you start smiling again.”

“You’re a nice guy, John,” you smile. “Shame I’m not a bit older. I could have snagged you for myself.” You have no idea why you said it, but you did, and you can’t take it back now. Of course, your buzz doesn’t stop you from saying things you’ll probably regret tomorrow when you’re sober. “I am trying to figure out why you’re not trying to make a move on me though.”

“I’m sitting here on a park bench at 9:00 at night with a pretty girl that I was buying drinks for at a pub,” he laughs. “This is my move.”

You pretend to be shocked. “You mean to tell me this whole time you were trying to fool me into thinking you actually find me interesting?”

“I wouldn’t have put in almost two hours of effort if I didn’t find you interesting,” he grins. “I was actually going to bring you home and ask if I could see you again. Without alcohol being involved next time, of course.”

You turn your body so you're facing him now and smile. It’s not the buzz that’s drawn you to him. You weren’t even feeling any of the effects when you started talking to him at the pub. He’s nice. And funny. And freaking adorable with his hair that you’re struggling to refrain from playing with. And when he smiles at you? It just makes him even more appealing. You’ve never been drawn to older men before, but this one? Well, he’s making it really hard not to be drawn to him. “Bring me home,” you blurt out without even thinking of how your bluntness could be construed.

“Mine or yours?” he smirks. “Because mine?” he points. “Right across the street.” This isn’t what your intent was at all. Your plan was to walk back to yours, ask him when you were going to see him again, and go inside and pass out on the sofa you’ve been sleeping on for the past week. But… Well…

“Right across the street, huh?” you grin. “If I didn’t know any better, John, I’d think you’re trying to…”

“Is it working?” he laughs. “Because I’m really not trying too hard. But I can if I need to.”

You shift yourself a little bit closer to him and giggle. “Maybe try just a little bit harder so I don’t feel like I’m being too easy.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs as he shifts himself, too. “What if I were to tell you that I can make you forget all of your troubles, if only for one night.”

You look up to the sky, pretending to be deep in thought before looking back at him with a grin. “All of my troubles?”

“All of them,” he grins. “Anything that’s bothering that pretty little head of yours.”

“Sounds tempting,” you smile and say softly. “But I may need just a little more convincing.”

“Alright then,” he chuckles, leaning his face close to yours. “What if I were to kiss you right now?”

“It may help,” you smile. “But I’m not sure.” It’s quiet. You’re in the middle of the city, but it’s quiet. No cars passing by. No voices in the background. Just you and John, sitting on this park bench, the only light coming from the dimly-lit lamp across the path.

You look into his eyes, feeling almost threatened by how badly you want this. He smiles as he leans in closer, covering your lips with his. You respond immediately, his lips softer than you imagined they would be, and when he subtly prodded your mouth with his tongue, you had no qualms with letting him do it. He slowly pulled back and smiled at you again. “So, mine?” he chuckles.

As soon as his keys fall on the foyer table, you’re on each other, his hands holding your shoulders as he guides you into the bedroom, your mouths never separating, both of you giggling excitedly the whole way. As soon as he kicks the door to his bedroom shut, you pull his shirt off, rubbing your hands all over him as he pulls at your blouse until he takes it off. His hands work quickly on your bra until that, too, was in the pile on the floor, then your pants, and then your panties.

Your chest is rising and falling in slow, gentle movements as a faint smile dresses his lips. The whole moment is surreal, never a situation you ever even fantasized about being in. The soft glow of the moonlight shining through his bedroom window caresses your body as you lay on the bed. He tried to resist the desire burning inside since the second he laid eyes on you, but it was a futile effort. He leans down and softly kisses your neck and you moan lightly at his touch. His hand slides gently down your chest, following the curve of your breasts as his lips follow slowly behind. His hand slowly makes its way down the curve of your stomach, and you part your thighs, making it easy for him to find his way to the growing heat between them. With a soft sigh, your mouth parts, your tongue brushing your lips each time he runs a fingertip up and down your slit, gently touching that magic spot and circling it with the tip of his finger.

He wanted to see how long he could make you last before begging him for more, but watching how turned on you are made it impossible. The stiffness was starting to burn, practically intensifying into an ache just thinking about being inside you. He moves his hand and stands up, undoing his waistband and sliding his pants off, never taking his eyes off you. Perhaps now you can tease him, you think, and move your hand between your thighs and begin rubbing those lips that tempt him so damn badly. He stands there and watches for a moment before climbing back on the bed, putting himself in the perfect position as he lowers his head and looks up to you with a grin. He slides the tip of his tongue just around your entrance, swirling his tongue around to get a good taste. "You taste so sweet," he murmurs, feeling a faint tremble inside your core. "I could stay here for fucking days." Easing just up between your lips, just back to that spot that made you throb, he teases, licking and sucking, as the combination of your soft whimpers, trembles, and sweet scent triggers everything inside him. He savors every drop of your sweetness. With each soft moan, every lift of your hips, his arousal grows so fast he’s aware that it might just end up wasted on the bed.

He eases a long finger into you and bends it forward, gently massaged that sweet spot just at the front of your core before sliding another finger in, pressing his thumb against your clit. “Oh my god,” you murmur. “Please, John.” It’s hard for you to form your words, but you struggle until you do. “Please, get inside me. I need to feel you inside me.”

"You like that, doll?" He plunges deeper with demanding, hard thrusts.

"Yes," you whimper, raising your hips. “God, yes.”

Your desire burns through John's already aching erection, fueling him even more. “Tell me again, Y/N. Tell me you like what I'm doing."

“Yes. Please." Your voice is shaky and desperate. “I… Fuck, John.” You both start to laugh and he moves his fingers out of you, still rubbing your essence as he moves himself over you, falling into a deep kiss.

Sliding between your thighs, he slowly inches his cock deep inside you. “Like a glove,” he smirks. “Tight. Perfect.” He savors the feel, as do you, before he starts to roll his hips, pulsing himself in and out as he holds the sides of your head with his palms. Your hands reach around to his back, your nails digging deep into him with every thrust. “How do you like it?” he grunts. “Tell me what you like.”

“This,” you groan. “You feel perfect just like this.” And he does. The throbbing of his cock inside of you is fucking wonderful. But you wanted more. You needed more. He needed more – you can tell by the panting grunts he’s making in your ear. All he needs is for you to tell him. “Harder, John,” you whimper. “Fuck me harder.”

He picks himself up and the smirk on his face lets you know that’s exactly what he was waiting to hear. He pulls you close to him as he kneels in front of you and pushes himself inside you with a force that almost knocks the wind out of you, never relaxing it as he holds your knees apart and his thrusting becomes faster. “Christ, Y/N,” gasps, moving his hands from your knees so he can squeeze your thighs before he falls back down to you.

Your thighs tense, pulling him deeper. Clenching. Tensing. You’re dying to cum, desperate to feel satisfaction flowing from both of you. Still pulsing inside you, he brushes the hair from your face, your eyes glazed with lust. He kisses you gently, his eyes wide open, the moonlight painting a beautiful picture in his eyes. “I’m ready,” you whisper. “I need to cum.”

“Cum for me,” he groans. “All for me.” Pleasure flows over every inch of you body like crashing hot waves. “Come on.”

“Oh, God,” you wince. “Fuck…” His breath deepens and you see his jaw tense as he pushes relentlessly inside you, exploding into orgasm in unison. Every fiber of your body trembles in satisfaction. You hold each other close, the waves of you orgasms still moved through your bodies. He kisses you deeply with long strokes of his tongue. “Stay inside me. Please.”

Your gentle whisper rings in his ear. He didn't want to move either, not want this moment to end. The feeling is just too good to ignore. Looking deep into your eyes, he kisses you again. “But if I stay like this, then we’ll be wasting the rest of the night,” he smiles before slowly easing himself out of you and laying next to you on his back. “Unless you’re done with me and want to go home.”

“Absolutely not,” you laugh. “You said you’d make me forget all my troubles for one night.” You turn and rest your head on his chest. “And by my calculations, we still have a few hours to go.”

“And what about your day job?” he chuckles.

You raise yourself up and look over to his nightstand. “I see a phone over there,” you smirk. “I can call my boss in the morning. Unless…”

He quickly pulls you back down. “No, no,” he chuckles. “Wouldn’t want you to forget your troubles tonight only to have to remember them again tomorrow.”

“Good. Because then all of this would have been a waste of my time,” you giggle. “I don’t like wasting my time.”

His laughter starts to roar and he sits up, climbs out of the bed and puts his pants on, walks to the doorway and turns around. “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.”

“Wow, and he’s good with the sweet pillow talk too,” you giggle. “I am actually hungry, yes.” He smiles and nods his head before walking out. All you can do is chuckle to yourself. This was definitely not the night you planned on having, or even the night you wanted to have, but here you are, in John Deacon’s bed, wondering what perfect planetary alignment had to happen in order for this to be your current reality. No use in trying to figure it out now, though, so you throw on the first shirt you find – the button down one he was wearing before you tore it off of him – and walk out of the bedroom.

You don’t want to snoop around, but you do take notice of the décor in the living area. You didn’t see it when you first came in since you were rushing to the bedroom. Being that he’s a musician, the instruments weren’t a shock at all. You did notice some picture frames but didn’t bother looking at their contents. Instead, you follow the noise and walk into the kitchen where he’s shuffling things around, and lean back on the counter. He’s pleasantly surprised when he turns around and sees you standing there. “Do you make it a habit to sneak up on people?”

“Do you make it a habit to leave naked girls in your bed?”

“Never,” he says. “If they’re naked I always make sure I’m there with them.”

You raise your brow and smirk. “Then why’d you leave me there?”

He throws whatever he was holding in his hands on the counter, chuckles deeply and walks over to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. “Because I was hoping to walk back in there, see you laying there, and pretend like I was seeing you for the first time all over again.” He leans down with a smile and gives you a quick kiss. “But now you’ve ruined it.” You start to giggle, biting your bottom lip and try to push him away, but he’s stronger than you. “No, ma’am, you’re not going anywhere.” He picks you up and seats you on the counter. He bites his bottom lip and smiles. “I’m glad I met you.”

“I’m glad you met me, too,” you giggle. “Do you have ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” he laughs. ”Yes, I have ice cream.”

“I want ice cream,” you grin.

“She wants ice cream,” he jokingly mumbles. “Guess we need to get the lady ice cream.” He walks to the freezer, grabs the container of ice cream, grabs two spoons from a drawer and walks back over to you. “If I give you my ice cream, you have to give me your number.”

You take a spoon from his hand and take a spoonful of the ice cream. “If I give you my number, you have to make sure you call it.”

“I will definitely call it.” He rubs a hand on your thigh and smiles. “This wasn’t my intention when I started talking to you tonight. I want you to know that.”

“I know,” you smile. “That’s why I’m going to give you my number.” By this point, the ice cream on your spoon has started to melt and dropped on your thigh. “Dammit,” you giggle.

“I’ll clean it off,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows and squatting down, looking at you as he slowly licks it off. “Better?” he smirks, standing back up and giving you a quick kiss.

You wrap your arms around him and smile. “I think you need to take me back in there.”

“Yeah,” he whispers. He grins and grabs your legs, wrapping them around him and pulls you off the counter. “Because there’s only a couple of hours left of today. Then I have to start to make sure you forget all of your troubles tomorrow.”

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[crazyfreckledginger]

Donald Pierce x Reader - “Memories Of Our Own”

During your third year anniversary with your boyfriend, you both start remembering the beautiful memories you made together.

Requested by anon: “ can I please ask for a Donnie Pierce story where he and Yn go out to celebrate their anniversary and they start to remember all the cute stuff they made for one another 😍”

A/N: Hope you like it! ^^

Warning: implied smut, floof, reader and Donnie acting like an hold married couple.

The sweet smell of cinnamon and bacon was the first thing (Y/N) smelled when her mind woke up from unconsciousness. Her eyebrows knit together, releasing a small groan as she stretched. The warm presence that was beside her previously was completely gone. Her (E/C) eyes slowly fluttered open, adjusting to the light protruding through the curtains. She sat up, using her palms to push her body off the mattress. Sliding her legs over the side of the bed, she winced slightly, holding her lower stomach.

What a night.

(Y/N) stood up, nearly losing her balance because of the pain in between her legs.

What a night indeed.

She wobbled to the wardrobe, taking one of his shirts and sliding it over her shoulders as he dropped down above her knees, covering her pyjamaless legs.

Her feet trudged out of the room, wincing from every step she took.

“Good morning baby,” The honey-dipped voice greeted. He was facing the counter, his bare muscular back facing her.

“Morning,” She grumbled, her figure totted towards him, her legs nearly giving in as she stumbled into his back.

“Woah baby,” He braced against her, turning around as fast as he can to catch her in his arms, “you okay?” A frown appeared on his face as she swept her in his arms.

“Y-yeah,” she blushed, “just a little roughed up from yesterday night,” the girl chewed on her lip shyly, knowing exactly the reaction he would have. Donald smirks, chuckling softly, offering her a proud toothy grin.

“Oh don’t be so smug!” She slapped his arm, hiding in his chest. He howled in laughter, carrying her to the stool on the other side of the counter and sat her down carefully.

“Ow,” She pouted, wincing slightly. Pierce licked his lips, a soft smile on his face as he placed a hand around her neck, pulling her attention up towards his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m sorry I did that to you doll, well, only partly” He laughed, kissing along her cheek as he tilted her neck to the side.

“Mmh,” She hummed, holding onto his arm and tilting her head back to give him more access to her skin. His lips trailed small kisses down her neck before moving back up to her chin.

“Can I still get a morning kiss?” He mumbled.

“Yes, you can”, She smiled softly as he dipped down and kissed her lips sweetly. Donald cupped both her cheeks, lips rough against hers as she enguled herself in the pleasure he was giving her.

“Mmh,” He pulled away, hugging her tightly. Her arms found their way around his neck as his hands secured around her waist.

“I have something to tell you,” She murmured, kissing his chest.

“I do too,” He pecked her forehead. (Y/N) smiled, guessing what he was about to say.

“Let’s say it together,” She placed a finger against his lips, biting her lip shyly.

“”Happy Anniversary,” They both said.

“Aah,” (Y/N) squealed, hugging him tightly.

“I love you sweetheart,” He nuzzled her cheek, kissing her skin.

“Let me go get your present,” The girl grinned widely, pecking his lips and trying to stand up, “Ahh, ow,” a small whine escaped her lips, soon followed by a pout.

“I’ll go get it,” He chuckled.

“But it will ruin the surprise,” Her cute frown remained on her face as he shook her head, smirking.

“Baby, you can’t stand, I’ll close my eyes, I promise,” Donald reassured.

“Okay, it’s under the sink in the bathroom, behind my toiletries,” She bit her lip nervously. He nodded, strolling toward the bathroom and following her instructions. Pierce came back, keeping his eyes on her and making sure his eyes wouldn’t peak at the present.

“Put it on the couch,” she instructed, watching him do as he was told, “now come carry me and cuddle with me on the couch,” a huge grin appeared on her face.

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, scooping her gently in his embrace and sitting on the couch, getting comfortable and snuggling with his girl as she cuddled in his chest.

“Go, go, open it!” She encouraged, watching him as he peeled the wrapping off. He opened the cylindrical case, blue eyes widening as they inspected the present.

“Oh baby, you shouldn’t have!” He grinned, delicately grasping the sunglasses from the case and examining each intricate details.

“You like it?” (Y/N)’s heart pounded in her chest as she held her breath.

“Baby, I love it,”

“Look, it even has your signature on it, I figured I would buy you a new one since I broke it,” She stated shyly.

“We both did sweetheart, remember?” He asked, pulling her waist against his chest.

“Come oooon, Donnie, let’s go to the outside jacuzzi!” The girl pulled his arm.

“I’m coming baby, I’m coming,” He laughed, pulling his towel from the hanger.

“Hurry, we have so many things to do!” She scurried to the empty jacuzzi, her boyfriend right on her tail.

“It’s only 10 am baby, I purchased the whole weekend together,” He smiled lovingly, getting into the jacuzzi after her. Sitting down, Donald held (Y/N)’s hips as she straddled his lap, kissing along his cheek.

“Mmh,” He bit his lip, letting himself relax in the warm water. The girl pealed the sunglasses off his nose, placing it on hers.

“How do I look?” She grinned.

“Somehow five fucking times hotter,” He bit his lip. She giggled, taking them off and kissing him deeply. It was her turn to moan in the kiss as the sunglasses lazily hung from her fingertips, too absorbed in the kiss to realise they were slowly slipping out of her grasp.

(Y/N) gasped, feeling the cold metal leg fall out of her reach and into the water behind her boyfriend.

“No, the sunglasses!” she pulled away, searching the thick water.

“It’s okay, let me just finish, we’ll look for it after,” he muttered, pulling her jaw down and kissing her roughly.

“Mmh,” he hummed in content again, sitting down further away from where they were previously to have more space. He felt a small crack under him, frowning in discomfort and drawing back, placing his hand under his butt and feeling around. His fingers laced around the object, pulling it back up to inspect it.

“Oh no!”

“Fuck,” He grumbled, scanning over his broken glasses.

“I’m sorry,”

“It’s not your fault doll.”

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is, baby, I’m happy they broke because now I have these better ones!” He cupped her cheek, pecking her lips and placing the sun glasses on. “Now, I would have given you your surprise but since you can’t even walk, I’ll delay it until tomorrow,” Donald placed another peck on her cheek, hugging her tightly.

“What’s my present?”

“It’s a surprise,” He chuckled.

“Please tell me,” She pouted.

“No,”

“Pweaaaaaase!”

“No!” He snorted.

“Please tell me it’s not like last year’s anniversary!”

“As much as I appreciate the effort baby, I’m not enjoying this as much anymore,” Her breathing was ragged as she leaned over to catch her breath.

“Why not? The view is beautiful!” He gazed upon the vast dry land that extended upon the horizon.

“Yeah, but the walking and the sun and the heat and everything, I’m over it now,” She huffed, leaning against him.

“Hiking is nice,” He admitted, “and romantic-”

“There are mosquitoes everywhere,” she interrupted, “can we go home and cuddle, I’m going to die!” She groaned.

“I’m sorry baby, I planned this to be exactly when the temperature would be ideal. Didn’t expect it to change so suddenly.” He chuckled at her discomfort. “Look at us arguing like an old married couple,” Donald smirked teasingly.

Her frown slowly turned upside down, despite her internal argument.

Pierce grinned victoriously, hugging her side.

“Eww, get off, you’re so sweaty!”

“What was wrong with last year’s anniversary?” The cyborg inquired. She gave him an unimpressed look, knowing he was acting innocent. “Yeah, okay, it was pretty bad.”

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[yehet-me-up]

Make a Wish

Pairing: Lay/Zhang Yixing x Reader (female)

Word Count: 2,079

Rating: F for fluff

Request:

Gah, I love writing for Yixing, thank you for sending in this request! I hope you like it, lovely anon! 😊 PS: Happy 11/11! I hope all of your wishes come true today!

The moment you make eye contact with him, you know you’re screwed.

You’d screamed for about ten minutes straight with excitement when you got the job as the lead make up artist for EXO. But it never occurred to you how it might affect your personal life to work so closely with such kind, talented, and attractive men.

When you arrive on the set for the photoshoot for their new album cover, you greet the guys and the staff before getting set up. An hour later you and your assistant are finished with the make up for eight out of the nine members.

And then Yixing comes in, late because of radio show taping he had to do this morning. He’s ushered into your chair and looks up at you, his expressive brown eyes meeting yours. It feels as if your heart skips a beat, your hand paused midway to his face; the foundation and brush frozen in your grasp.

His hair is mussed up and there’s an easy smile on his handsome face, his eyes dancing with his natural excitement as he greets you. He introduces himself and  reaches out a hand to you. As he’s shaking your hand he catches the time on the watch on his wrist and tilts it toward you – 11:11 in the morning.

“Must be our lucky day,” he says happily. “We get a wish.”

You tilt your head, regarding him curiously as you begin applying the foundation. “What do you mean?”

His mouth drops open as he dramatically pretends to be shocked. “You don’t know about 11:11?” he asks in mock horror.

You giggle and shake your head, just relieved that he’s making conversation so he doesn’t notice your hand trembling slightly. Your whole body is affected by his presence, so near that you can smell his cologne.

“Well, it’s the luckiest number. Anytime you happen to look at the time at 11:11 you get to make a wish,” he explains. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them back up to look at you with a grin. “Okay, now it’s your turn.”

You smirk at him, delighted that someone so famous and well-respected can still be so playful and sweet. Pulling back to stand up, you close your eyes for a moment. Hmm, what to wish for? you wonder.

You scrunch your eyes together as you make your wish. I wish that I could find out if his lips really are as soft as they look. You open your eyes to find him watching you with a satisfied smile.

“I don’t have to tell you what I wished for, right?” you ask as you resume applying his make up.

“Oh, no. It has to remain a secret, otherwise it won’t come true,” he says officially and you laugh.

“Anyways, it sounds like you’re our new permanent make up artist. How’d you get into this line of work?” he asks, drawing you into conversation for the next fifteen minutes while you get him ready.

When he finally gets called over to the shooting stage you and your assistant exchange a look. You both breathe out big sighs before laughing. Neither of you can believe you’re here, getting to work with such a well-known band.

As the shoot progresses and you do touch ups on the guys make up, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Yixing. Yep, I’m definitely screwed you think with a shake of your head as you pack up your case at the end of the day.

Over the next few weeks you come to know the members well as you travel with them to music video sets, live performances, and fanmeetings. Even though you become closest with Yixing, he doesn’t seem to pick up on your feelings for him or give any indication that he returns them. Which is fine, you tell yourself. Eventually you’ll get over your silly crush and be content to be just friends.

But it doesn’t help the fact that he’s even more incredible in real life than the version of him the media shows. He’s even sillier, even more generous, even more affectionate. Always throwing an arm over your shoulder when you’re sitting together. Always sending you silly videos to cheer you up if you’re having a bad day. And any time either of you notices it’s 11:11, morning or night, you force the other make a wish with you.

As sharp as he is, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Jongdae figured it out first. The beagle line basically adopted you after they discovered your love of pranks. One night, during a concert, he comes to stand beside you off-stage as you watch Yixing’s solo performance of the night. You can’t take your eyes off him, as usual.

“Wow, you’ve got it bad, huh?” Jongdae says into your ear over the music.

You whip your head around to meet his knowing gaze. You try to deny it, stuttering out an excuse before finally just throwing up your hands and admitting how much you like Yixing. You lean your head against his shoulder with a whine. He pats your back for a moment before you sit back up.

“I love Yixing, but he’s got his head in the clouds. If you want to get his attention you’re going to have to do something dramatic,” he says conspiratorially, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You laugh and lean over to him. “What did you have in mind?”

He rubs his hands together and gives you a wicked stare.

For the next week you spend a lot of time with Jongdae, or so Yixing thinks.

Suddenly you’re too busy to go to dinner on Tuesday because Jongdae wants your help picking out furniture. Suddenly you’re unable to text him back for several hours because you and Jongdae ‘got caught up talking.’ He growls in frustration when you turn down brunch on Sunday because you’re ‘doing an early walk with Dae.’

You don’t even sit next to him on the flight to Shanghai for the concert tomorrow night. He sits next to Minseok instead, feeling himself grow more and more agitated as he watches you and Jongdae laughing together as you play some silly game on his phone.

The next night, as they’re getting ready for the concert, he refuses to let you put on his make up. You walk over to him with the foundation, a warm smile on your face, and he loses it. Unable to see you look at him like that after he’s had to watch you give his favorite smile to Jongdae all week long. The realization that you’re close with some of the other members too is leaving an unexpectedly bitter taste in his mouth.

When you lean down to start applying his make up, he cuts you off abruptly. “No, not you. I want Marissa to do it tonight,” he says coldly, his hard eyes boring into yours.

You rear back from him, the hurt and confusion evident on your face. You watch him for a moment before sighing and trading places with her, going to work on Kyungsoo instead. Even worse than the stern silence Marissa gives him is how you refuse to meet his eyes the rest of the night.

Instead of cheering him on from the side of the stage, you’re conspicuously absent. Instead of laughing at his sweatiness when you retouch his make up, you work on everyone else but him; your silence speaking louder than words ever could.

Once the concert is over, everyone heads back to the hotel. He and Chanyeol grab a drink at the hotel bar. After letting his friend be moody for several minutes, Chanyeol finally breaks the silence.

“Why were you being such an ass to Y/N today, dude?” Chanyeol asks, giving him a stern look.

He sighs and runs a hand over his eyes in frustration. “I didn’t mean to be an ass to her, it’s just – are she and Jongdae a thing? How did I not realize it before?” he asks, unable to get the image of you hugging Jongdae when he came off stage after the final song of the night out of his head.

Chanyeol lets out a laugh. “No. God, you are so unaware sometimes. She likes you, you idiot. Has for weeks if my observations are correct. And if I’ve somehow picked up on it, it must be true,” he says with a grin. “I think they might have been playing you. You know how crafty her and Jongdae are when they get together.”

Yixing hangs his head. After a minute he looks back over at his friend, his mouth turning up into a wry grin. “God, you’re right. I’ve missed it this whole time. And I think I like her, too. Do you think it’s too late?” he asks with a grimace.

Chanyeol takes a big swig of his beer, finishing it. He sets his drink on the table and stands, patting Yixing’s shoulder companionably. “There’s only one way to find out my friend.”

Yixing [11:03pm]: are you still awake? Y/N [11:04pm]: if i was talking to you, which i’m NOT at the moment, i might say ‘yes, why?’ Yixing [11:05pm] can i come up to your room? i have a something to ask you Y/N [11:05pm]: are you going to be a jerk again?! i’ve had enough of mean yixing for one day thx Yixing [11:07pm]: i’m outside your door, will you let me explain please? Yixing [11:07pm] only nice yixing is coming in, i promise 😊 Y/N [11:07pm]: oh fine.

When you open the door he’s leaning against the frame, an apologetic look on his face. You stand in the doorway, blocking him from coming in. With a withering stare you fold your arms, not ready to forgive him without an explanation.

“Well, what can I do for you?” you ask bluntly.

“Can I come in please?” he asks earnestly, his hands in his pockets.

“Why?” you challenge, staring him down. He was so rude to you today, you’re not quite ready to forgive him. You and Jongdae had hoped to get a reaction out of him this week, but neither of you were ready for him to respond so strongly.

He sighs and gives you a small smile. “I’ve got something to say, and I only have…” he holds up his watch and looks at it. “Two minutes left to say it.”

You furrow your brow in confusion and he turns his watch to you so you can see the time. 11:09pm. Despite your effort to resist, you smile at him. After a moment you sigh and give up, moving to the side to let him in the room. He paces for a moment before coming to a stop in front of you and grabbing your hands in his.

“Y/N, I’ve been an idiot. It took me forever to realize how I feel about you. And that it took you and Jongdae playing me to make me realize it. I’m sorry I was such an ass to you today,” he finishes with a knowing look.

You look down, blushing. “Ah, you figured that out, did you?” you ask with a smirk.

He laughs. “Yes, finally. I was so upset today and it took me forever to figure out why.” He tilts his arm and looks at his watch, the time flashing 11:11. He looks at you with a grin before closing his eyes tightly for a moment. “Ask me my wish, Y/N.”

“But that’s against the rules,” you counter, pretending to be stern.

“Just this once. Ask me what I wished for,” he prompts, a wistful smile on his face.

“Fine. What did you wish for Yixing?” you ask indulgently.

“That you’ll go out with me,” he says hopefully, squeezing your hands.

“Of course I will. It took you long enough,” you tease, unable to stop the bright smile that spreads across your face.

He lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, smiling at you fondly. He leans down, close to your face. “I know. I’m sorry, baby. But I promise I’ll make up for lost time,” he says with a wink before dipping down and pressing his lips to yours.

You end up getting the very first wish you ever made with him, after all. His lips really are as soft as they look, you think as he moves his mouth against yours.

[lifeanddeathsscenarios]

SF9 React to reader being stressed from work/school

Blue Anon requested: Could you possibly do a Reaction where the SF9 boys notice you’re hella stressed from work/school and you’re irritable and distant because you don’t want to bring them down?

Anything for you Blue Anon! Enjoy!

Youngbin:

He would be incredibly worried about you. When he notices that you’ve been avoiding him, he’s going to confront you with a frown on his face. He wouldn’t let you go until you finally confessed that you don’t want to bring him down by failing your class or not doing so well at work. After finding this out, he’ll pull you into a hug and tell you that you would never let him down by doing things like that. If you do your best, that’s all that matters to him. He’d tell you to take a break and you two would cuddle in bed just listening to each other’s heart beats.

Inseong:

He would be confused as to why you were being so distant lately, finally confronting you while you were trying to study for a test coming up soon. You’d snap because he wouldn’t leave you alone. However, this guy is in university while also being an idol. He totally understands worrying about letting people down. He’d tell you that you don’t have to carry the burden all by yourself. He’ll be there to carry it for you if you’d let him (of course you wouldn’t let him because he’s got enough on his shoulders as it is). He’ll tell you some tricks that help him memorize things quickly and he’d start studying with you all the time after practice. He wouldn’t let you stay up after midnight, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead as he led you to bed.

Jaeyoon:

He’s going to be the sweetest boy in the world. He’ll calmly ask you what’s going on and, after finding out you were stressed because of work, he’d try everything in his capabilities to help you out with paper work. He’s going to take half of your stack and read it like no tomorrow. You would have to take it back because it was confidential things, but you appreciated his effort. Since he couldn’t help that way, he’d try to relieve your stress by making you some tea and by putting some relaxing instrumental songs on. He’d make you take a 5 minute break every 20 minutes, using the time to snuggle with him or maybe do silly dances together. When he saw how tired you were, he’d try to put you to bed by softly singing lullabies with his honey voice. Your head would lull and he would smile softly before pulling you to bed and letting you sleep.

Dawon:

He would try everything in his power to make you laugh. It was his ultimate life goal to pull you out of your stressed state by cracking jokes and doing body gags. If none of it worked, he’d try to grease his way into making you relax by snuggling with you. He’s going to kiss your neck and compliment you when you were trying to complete paper work, he’s going to be the ultimate distraction from what you were trying to complete. The only way to get back to work was to compensate some of your time by snuggling with him in bed. After he’s got you locked in his arms and sighing into his chest, he’s going to go into serious mode. He’ll tell you that no matter what happens, what results you get, he’ll always be there for you and he’ll always love you. He would remind you that humans make mistakes and it would be too artificial if someone was perfect at everything. He’ll tell you that he loves you because of how human you are and that you should take mistakes as a lesson to be learned but nothing to stress out over. 

Zuho:

When you ignored his texts for a whole week, he grew so worried that he had to stop over at your house. He’d be shocked when he found how messy it was there, and even more so about you knocked out on the living room couch with a bunch of paper work around you. He’d carry you to bed, being careful not to wake you up. When you woke up to find yourself in his arms in the middle of the night, he’d quietly ask what you’ve been up to. Having no chance to escape from the situation, you would have to fess up about how stressed you are at work and that you didn’t want to bring him down. He’d sigh before telling you how ridiculous you are, saying you’re perfect no matter what. He’d tell you that he would be at your side any time you need him so there’s no need to ever feel that way ever again.

Rowoon:

This boy is gonna go all mom on you. He’s gonna drop all the facts on you if you refuse to eat or sleep, he’ll even use blackmail on you like, “I guess I’m not gonna sleep either…” If you got angry at him, he’ll just frown before wrapping you up in a blanket and shoving some hot tea into your hands. He’d turn on your favorite show and make you watch it while drawing circles on your shoulder. You’d probably fall asleep on his chest and he’ll smile because you deserved a break.

Taeyang:

Sunshine boy will turn cloudy when he sees that you’re stressed. He’ll frown before pulling you into his arms and away from your work. He’s going to tell you that you don’t have to worry about bringing him down because the only way to bring him down is if you’re stressed and unhappy. As long as you’re happy, he’s happy. If that doesn’t work on you, he’s going to tell you how he relieves stress. He’ll put on some music and he’s going to pull you to him, moving both of your bodies to the music. At first, you were reluctant but the boy’s sunshine smile always convinces you. After some time, a slow song would play and he’d pull you in to dance to it, one hand holding yours and the other at your hip. As you rest your head on his shoulder, he’ll remind you that he loves you no matter what and that if you need a stress reliever, he’ll always be there for you.

Hwiyoung:

He would be hurt that you were being so distant towards him. When he found out how stressed out you were with school, he’d start bringing you your favorite snacks whenever he came over and would clean up after you. When he noticed you stretching out your arms or trying to massage your shoulders, he’d do it for you. You would most likely feel bad for being so distant when he was being so kind and understanding that you would offer to help him with his homework and studying as well. He’d smile happily before plopping down next to you and saying that you two could help each other. If you got answers wrong while you studied together and started getting frustrated, he’d tell you that there’s no need to get frustrated. He would kindly explain what you got wrong and would reassure you that it took him a long time to learn what you were learning. He’d remind you that a grade is just a letter/number and has no real indication of how great and intelligent you really were.

Chani:

Since he’s also a student, he knows how stressful school can be. He’d probably leave little notes that said things like, “take a break, you’re doing great :)” and “you're already the best!" If you were being distant, he would probably constantly try to be at your side. If you were to snap at one point, he’d tell you that you don’t have to worry about letting him down because you could never do that. He thinks that you’re good at everything, no matter what the results say.