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drakenology · 4 years ago

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Yeah, My Boyfriend’s In A Band

guitarist!todoroki x fem!reader

summary: something straight outta wattpad! you go to a rock band’s concert and stand front row of the stage. The band’s vocalist /guitarist catches your eye and.. well, the rest is history! this is the story of how you first met.

author’s note: soooo.. how yall been? i kinda said fuck it to the schedule i made. why force myself to make content when I just can’t ya know? I’d much rather upload content when it’s at it’s best. so enjoy! I used some lyrics from some of my favorite rock songs for this, can you guess em? Also the art work above isn’t mine!

warnings: smut (duh.), drug use (weed), size kink, pinch of daddy kink, spitting, degradation

It was a hot Saturday night. You were all dressed up and excited to see your favorite heavy metal band the Diaspora play in your city. You were a huge fan, their posters adorned your bedroom walls. You’ve been a fan since they first came out as a cover band.

The members were all pretty fuckin cute, especially the band’s front man. Todoroki Shoto.

He was so handsome; black and red half and half hair, grey sullen eyes, the sexy scar on the left side of his face only adding to the edginess of his visage. His tattoos coated his left arm in a sleeve, his eyebrow pierced as well as his lower lip. He was fucking hot. Obviously not the kind of guy who would pay any attention to you right?

You threw on the Diaspora t-shirt you bought just weeks before the show and tied it in the back so it could be a little cropped and called your uber, frantically spraying perfume in a panic that you were going to be late to the concert. You ran outside, saying goodnight to your roommate as you rush out the door and jump into the car.

“Hey. I’m Shoto Todoroki and I’m the lead singer and guitarist for the band The Diaspora. Hope to see you guys at the show tonight at 8.” You hear as smoothe and sultry voice play over the radio.

You swoon and text some buddies who were also going to the show in excitement, the rush going straight to your brain in a haze as you blast some of their music in your headphones.

When you arrive to the stadium, you spot your best friend from highschool Nejire Hado. You two actually grew up together and even graduated together. It was like you two were sisters, inseparable since birth. Nejire saw you and waved excitedly, squealing with glee and motioned you to come to her spot in line.

“Y/N!!!! Over here!!” She yelled, causing you to run over and jump up and down with her.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here!” You say.

“Me either! Hey, did you hear? There’s rumor’s going around that their having an after party after the show! We have to go, Y/N please say yes.” Nejire rambled, clapping her hands with an inability to contain her excitement.

You look down at your shoes, unsure at first. What if you aren’t even allowed inside? It could be VIP only.

“Fuck it. Let’s go!” You say, causing Nejire to scream and laugh with joy.

Suddenly, the band’s security comes outside to greet the fans waiting to come inside for the show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, please enter in a single fil-“ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his sentence before hundreds of eager fans rush past him and squeeze into the stadium doors, running as fast as the could to get to their seats.

Luckily for you and Nejire, you had front row tickets. Those days of refreshing the page for them as they sold out every second really paid off. You grab Nejire’s hand and run inside, elbowing and clawing your way through to your spot with your best friend by your side. The lights suddenly go dim and the crowd goes insane.

The show’s about to start. You heart seemed to float up into your throat as you stood sweating and nervous, Nejire screaming her head off and jumping up and down when the band came rising up from the bottom of the stage. Smoke covers them for a while until it clears and all you see is Todoroki standing above you, the real him finally being exposed to you as you gaze from the crowd.

He was even more handsome in person. Tonight he wore black jeans and a white band tank top ,showing off his muscular and tattooed arms. Chains hung on his hip and his boots as he propped his foot up on the amplifier in front of him.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” He screamed into the mic, causing the crowd to scream impossibly louder. He smirked, causing you to feel woozy just seeing him look so smug, as if he knew the effects he had on his fans.

You could’ve died right there a happy woman as the band started to play their hit single, the gritty sound of the electric guitar sending chills up your spine as you and Nejire headbang and dance to the music. You sing along to the top of your lungs, watching as Todoroki owned the stage. You gaze up at him again to see something completely and utterly unbelievable.

He was looking right at you.

You gasp, your eyes widening as you lock eyes with him. Shoto kneeled down towards you and reached his hand out to you. You almost scream and grab his tattooed hand with both of your own and smile at him, keeping your eyes focused on his. Shoto took your hand and kissed it as he sang a pretty racy part of his song to you,

“I wanna take you home.” (sleeping with sirens fans?? your nickle aint worth my dime???? NO?)

Oh. My. God

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! Y/N, HE-“ Nejire screamed, just as excited as you. You stood there shocked and flustered, staring into space. Todoroki fucking Shoto just kissed your hand. Shoto smirked and let your hand go, continuing the rest of his show in hopes you got the message. He wanted you. It was common sense that you go to the afterparty now.

The show continued for another 2 hours, Todoroki now dripping in sweat from the hot lights shining upon him and his band.

“Thank you all so much for coming out. For those invited, I’ll see you all at the afterparty! Goodnight everyone!” Todoroki bellowed to the crowd, causing them to cheer him and the band off the stage.

You stand there, high off of every guitar riff and belt from the performance feeling sad that the concert was over. But a rush of hope filled your heart in knowing that you were going to see Shoto again soon. You and Nejire walk out of the stadium hand in hand as you discussed the plan to get to the party.

“So the party is not too far from here, exactly 15 minutes away. We could totally call an uber.” Nejire explains, saying that it’s going to be held in Todoroki’s mansion.

When you both arrive at Todoroki’s Mansion your jaws drop. A huge fountain greeted your uber driver’s car, cobblestone driveways leading you towards his front door. There were hedge sculptures all over the front yard and expensive cars adorned the driveway as you and Nejire step out of the car to see the line to get into the party. Damn. More lines.

You approach the security guard; the same one from earlier that night with a nervous wave.

“U-Um excuse me sir, we’re on the list..” You said unconfidently. Nejire nervous laughed and nudged you for sounding so unsure after giving you a long confidence pep-talk in the car.

“Sorry, kiddo. I’m not seein’ an ‘Y/N’ or a ‘Nejire’. Back o’ the line, ladies.” The security guard huffed, hardly even looking at his list.

“Nah it’s cool, Ben. Let them in.” You hear a familiar voice utter before you get the chance to turn around and walk to the back of the line. Sure enough it was Todoroki standing there, joint lit and eyes hazy. Clearly stoned.

It was like he got more gorgeous as you got closer to him, your cheeks heating up as you realize you’re literally standing in front of your fucking celebrity crush. Nejire squeals and runs inside to go find the drummer and get his number, she says drummers do it harder.

Shoto took you by the hand and led you inside the rager in his foyer. The smell of beer and weed absorbs your nostrils as you walk inside with Shoto in hand, watching as Nejire talks up the drummer with ease as if she already knew him from way back when.

Todoroki sat down on the most comfortable couch you have ever sat in with you next to him, taking a big drag of his joint and motioning it towards you.

“Wanna hit? It’s not laced. Promise.” He said cooly, slowly blowing out the smoke. You take it and take a hit, coughing a little as you puff out the smoke.

Damn this must be what rich people smoke.

“Good huh? Grew it myself. Heh.” Todoroki laughed a little as he watched you take another hit.

“Shit. I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, finally.” You say, nervousness coating your tongue. Shoto gave you a warm smile, his hazy eyes gleaming in the dim lights of the room.

“Gorgeous name for a gorgeous girl.” Shoto said, kissing the same hand he did at the concert.

You heat up, your panties becoming slightly wet at him touching and kissing you. He smirked and grabbed you by your chin to make sure you look him directly into his grey orbs.

“When I saw you in the crowd, I almost couldn’t keep my eyes off you.” He said into your ear, causing your mind to block out any outside sound that wasn’t his voice. You gulp, blinking dumbly as you try to find the words to say something.

“I-I, um. Th-thank you.” You say, looking down into his lap. Shoto pulled away to smoke his joint a little more. You two talked all night, everyone around you both becoming irrelevant as you seemingly grow closer together.

Strangely, none of the rumors about Todoroki were true. He wasn’t this stuck up asshole the media made him out to be. He was calm and gentle, the sweetest guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of having a conversation with. You learned so much about him that night. He was so misunderstood.

You’re high now and completely hazy as you and Todoroki make out on the couch. You’re not sure how you two even got to this point but you loved it. One thing led to another and now you were straddling him on the couch, his hands in your back pockets as he groped and squeezed your ass.

Your lips mingled as you moan into the kiss, Todoroki’s tongue slipping into your mouth to make home of it. The kiss got so hot your pussy was sopping wet underneath your jeans as you mindlessly grind against him for some kind friction.

Todoroki pulled away and started kissing your neck, damn near ripping your clothes off in front of the entire party. You’re gasping and grabbing at his clothes, forgetting where you are as you become desperate for him. You wanted him so bad and you knew he wanted you too.

“Wanna get out of here? Go upstairs I mean.” Shoto asked, huffing into the skin of your neck as his hard dick poked at your thigh.

“God yes.” You say breathily. As soon as he got your consent he carried you upstairs, the party raising their glasses and their blunts in celebration for Todoroki getting some.

“YES! Y/N tell me everything okay!?” Nejire yelled drunkenly, pulling away from her makeout session with the band’s drummer. You giggle and wave down at her, Todoroki laughing softly as he watched the interaction between you and your best friend.

“Just so you know, princess. I’m not going to go easy on you.” Shoto said, pinning you against the hallway wall.

“I don’t want you to.” You mewl, leaning into his neck to nip at it. Shoto let out a low chuckle and nearly kicked down his bedroom door, tossing you onto his luxurious california king bed.

You take a quick look around his darkly colored room, black walls with coordinating grey funiture. Posters of his inspiration adorned his walls, almost similar to your room just $100,000 richer. He had a mirror above his bed as you look up at your reflection you see Todoroki crawl on top of you, unbuttoning and pulling your jeans off in one fell swoop.

You’re immediately embarrassed, forgetting it was laundry day at home so you threw a thong on because you didn’t have anything else to wear. It was black and lacy and oh so skimpy you quickly move your hands to cover up in shame, Shoto grabbing your wrists and pinning your hands above your head.

“Heh. How’d you know I love lace?” Shoto teased, practically salivating at the sight of your smooth legs beneath him. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Shoto said, running his hands along your sides as if he was a lion playing with his prey before he ate it.

You bit your lip, dripping and hungry for some kind of touch in the places you needed him most, your nipples prodding at the thin fabric of your band tee. Yeah, you forgot to wear a bra. Shoto pulled your shirt above your head, tossing it somewhere and hissing at the sight of your bare breasts.

“No bra either? Man.. it must be my birthday. I’m gonna have fun with you, princess.” Todoroki says taking a nipple into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he suckled gently following with short lick causing your entire body to catch flame.

You start moaning miserably, your whole body begging him to take you. Shoto pulls away from your nipple with a light pull of his lips and slips his hand down to your slit, caressing it agonizingly slow to tease you. He takes his other hand and presses his thumb to your lips.

“Open your mouth.” He rasped. And you did, sucking on his thumb as he rested it on your tongue making Shoto moan at the sight, humming a ‘good girl’ under his breath. Shoto held your mouth open and spit, pulling you into a sloppy kiss as he plunged his thick digits into your needy hole.

You arch your back off the bed, biting down onto Shoto’s lip as he finger fucked you without mercy. Your moans filled the air, Shoto watching you intently as he took your breast into his mouth once more.

“Sho- ah! I-I’m gonna-“ You bellow, trying to hold onto something for dear life as he brought you closer and closer to your peak.

“That’s daddy to you, princess. Try again and maybe I’ll let you cum around my fingers.” Shoto hissed, slowing his pumping fingers a bit to ensure you got the point.

He was in control. You pant, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath only for it to get caught in your throat again. Desperate moans fall out of your mouth as you beg him to let you cum.

“D-Daddy!~” You gasp, Shoto leaning into your neck, his ear right next your mouth as you scream for him. You collapse into his arms, fucked out and stupid off Todoroki’s strong fingers. All those years of guitar weren’t for nothing.

“That’s it baby.. fuck, you made a mess.” Shoto cooed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you as he watched your slick stick to him sloppily. At this point, he’s so hard you can clearly see the veins in his dick jumping out of his pants, his size making you wince in pain before he even entered you.

“Think you can take all of me, princess?” Shoto asked, throwing his contricting pants and boxers somewhere across the room, releasing his impressive size for you to see. You gulp but nod, licking your lips at the sight of him.

Shoto smirked at your reaction and pumped himself a few times before teasingly tapping the head of his dick against your clit, causing you to yelp from the sensitivity of your abused core.

“Pleaseee.” You whine, Shoto grabbing you by the neck and choking you almost to tell you to shut up and be patient. He wastes no time in plunging into you, the thickness of his dick stretching your walls with a delicious sting.

You claw at his back as he bottomed out, gasping sharply as he filled you completely.

“Am I hurting you?” Todoroki asked with what little sympathy he had left in his body. You shook your head no, moaning as he stayed still inside you.

“P-P-Please move..” you mewl, chewing your bottom lip. Shoto smirked and began rutting his hips into yours at a rough pace, not really caring if you adjusted to him or not. Hard slaps and the sound of your whiny moans filled the room as the headboard of his bed slammed against the wall, probably alerting the entire party downstairs.

You’re screaming now, a moaning mess beneath him as he split you wide open. As your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Shoto throws your legs over his shoulder and starts pounding into you.

He’s going to make sure you’re unable to walk straight for the rest of the week, marking you as his.

“Fuckkk, daddy. S-Slow down.” You pleaded only for Shoto to ignore you and continue his pace, laughing at the shocked and fucked out face you were pulling.

“Told you I wasn’t taking it easy on you. Did you forget already, princess?” Shoto breathed, moving his hands to rub shallow circles into your clit.

Your toes curled up tightly as your orgasm ripped through your body, your moans reaching a cresendo as your scream Shoto’s name.

He hissed as your walls fluttered around him, your pussy gripping him tightly as he fucked into you continuosly.

“I hope you didn’t think I was through with you just because I made you cum. I’m not done yet, doll.” Shoto muttered through your pathetic whines for him to slow down.

He cooed praises at you, a “good girl” here and a “you take my dick so well” there until his thrusts got rusty and sloppy; a sign he was close to cumming.

“Shittt, where do you want me to-“

“I-Inside m-mee! Fuck, cum inside me!” You shriek. And so he did, fucking his hot stickiness into you for a while as you both moan and pant. Shoto rode out your climaxes for a while before slowly pulling himself out as he watched his cum ooze out of your abused pussy.

As Shoto flopped on the bed next to you, you both stare up at the mirror on his ceiling. You’re both sweaty and your hair was a fucking mess from being tossed around the bed for what seemed like hours.

“Shit. Probably late as fuck by now. You wanna stay the night?” Shoto asked, taking your hand and famously kissing it once more. You smile and nod, unable to form coherent sentences as you feel yourself doze off.

Todoroki jumps from his bed and opened the door, screaming from the top of the stairs, “Oi! All you motherfuckers can fuck off home!Party’s over!” You laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Don’t be so mean, Sho. Uh.. C-Can I call you Sho?” You ask embarrassed.

“You keep fucking me like that you can call me whatever you want, angel.” Shoto groans, grabbing you by your face and kissing you sweetly.

“Honestly, I wanna go again. You down?”

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afriendlyblackhottie · 4 years ago

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WAP

Summary: You’ve been twerking around the house ever since WAP came out and Chris can’t work while his girl is singing about wet ass pussy.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black female reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, dirty-talk, fingering, Daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, squirting, twerking

(A/N okay so ever since the music video for WAP came out, I’ve been obsessed.)

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Ever since the WAP music video had come out, you’d been prancing around the house rapping the lyrics. Most of the time dancing which usually involved you twerking. It’d be fine if Chris wasn’t working which led to him getting distracted as he couldn’t help himself as he always found himself stopping to watch your ass shake. He couldn’t pinpoint why it was so hot watching you sing along to the vulgar song, but damn it was hot.

He’d been surprised at your willingness to quarantine in Boston to be close to his family. As a California girl through and through he knew you were home sick even if you hadn’t really left the house. You’d been a little mopey recently though he did try as hard as he could to keep you entertained and happy even if you were still stuck in the house. Ever since the video dropped you’d perked up a little. He was enjoying seeing you back to your bubbly self.

You’d been feeling extra good about yourself after finishing your goddess braids yesterday. Plus the tiny little sundress you’d put on. You knew what you were doing by wearing that. It clung to your ass and was also really flouncy which meant if you made even the slightest movements he could see everything.

Anytime you twerked he could see your ass and also pussy because of course you weren’t wearing any panties. Dirty little slut. He was trying to resist. Really. He had an interview coming up soon, scripts to go over, emails to respond to, and work on his website, but you were kind of making it hard for him for focus when you looked like that.

Standing with your back to him as he tried to work on his laptop, hands on your knees. “Yeah you fuckin’ with some wet ass pussy,” you sang, giggling as you shook your ass. Your pretty little cunt on display for him. You knew what you were doing. It was like putting a gazelle in front of a hungry lion.

He looked down at his laptop then back at you then his laptop then you again. Like he was weighing his options. Work? Or feasting on his tease of a fiance’s wet pussy?

He set the device to the side before reaching underneath your dress to grab a handful of your butt.

“Hey!” You squealed with a giggle as he pulled you down onto his lap. “I thought you were working!”

Chris kissed along your neck and shoulder, arms fastened around your waist like he was daring you to try and get up. “I would be if you weren’t being such a little tease.” After his interviews, script reading, and shit he’d have to make sure Dodger was good and normally would go work out while you distracted him while you did yoga. He realized if you two got married he’d have to learn how to keep you happy and satisfied within his hectic life anyway and this was just practice for him.

If that meant him having stop working in the middle of the day to dick you down so be it. He was doing his duties as your future husband. “I’m just singing a song,” you replied innocently.

“Mhm,” he hummed dismissively, parting your legs. “Maybe I want to fuck with some wet ass pussy.” His hand pushed up your dress to get to your already dripping core. He was so strong that you were pretty much just at his mercy, but part of the fun was pretending you didn’t want it as you tried to push his hands away.

His other hand wrapped around your neck with just enough pressure. You gasped as his fingers found your clit. “Mmmm,” you moaned, withering against him. “Fuck, Daddy.”

“That’s my slutty girl,” he whispered in your ear. He bit your shoulder. It was bad, but he really liked marking you. Hickies, bite marks, bruises. Didn’t matter he liked seeing the evidence of what he did to you on your skin. He wanted people to know you belonged to him. Sometimes you’d try to cover it up with your makeup, but depending on the occasion he’d make you wipe it away. He loved when you’d protest in your cute little whiney voice even when you knew he wasn’t going to stop.

You moved your hips, grinding into him like you were giving him a lapdance. He groaned as you gyrated into his lap. It really was his fault for wearing grey sweatpants. You leaned back so you could kiss him. The new angle giving him more access so he could fuck your pussy with his fingers.

Pussy juices leaking onto his hand as he made a come-hither motion inside of your cunt hitting your bundle of nerves. There was something about him talking down to you that he’d found that you loved even if you hadn’t wanted to admit it at first. He’d called you a slut jokingly six months into dating which led to you riding him as he called you his bitch and whore all night.

“You like prancing around in this little ass dress trying to tease me while I’m working,” he stopped fingering you for a minute so he could slap it. “Little fucking slut. Stand up.” He pushed you up onto your shaky legs, the fabric of your dress hitting your sensitive skin. He grabbed your hand so you’d turn to face him. he quickly rid himself of his sweats.

He made you straddle his lap now. He smacked your ass, once, twice, and then a third time. Now that you were both pants-less, his dick pressed against your ass as your pussy was against his stomach as you kissed with fervor. You reached behind yourself so you could take hold of him, running your hand up and down his heavy cock.

Chris hissed into your mouth grabbing your hand to make you stop and then your hips on either side so he could force you to sink down on him. Your mouth dropped, lips forming an O as no sound came out. “Fuck,” he breathed, feeling that tight wet cunt finally wrapped around him.

His dick always felt like it was too much in the angle. He was so thick that accommodating him almost felt like it was too much to handle. Like he was invading you. He always hit your spot right on, but it was even more intense when you were riding him. It felt like you couldn’t stop cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Already?” He chuckled.

You nodded, tears prickling at your eyes. It felt too good. Too much. Sometimes he’d have to hold you down so you didn’t run away from his dick, but like this you had no choice.

He started working you up and down. It didn’t matter what position you were always at his mercy and control. “Fuck me,” you begged “Please, Daddy.” It felt like you could feel him in your fucking stomach.

“You’re such a good little bitch taking all of Daddy’s dick.” He was so cocky because he knew how he effected you. He treated you like you were delicate until it came time to fuck you. He smacked your ass again.

“Yes, Daddy, I just wanna be good for you.” Your juices dripped down his thick length. “I’m your little slut.” You moaned into his ear before kissing along his neck like he’d done to you a moment ago.

“No hickies, Baby,” he made sure to say.

All you did was giggle in response, keeping your mouth on him. Fucking troublemaker. As much as he wanted to fight you on it, he noted to himself that he’d just punish you afterwards if you left one. Your pussy felt too good for him to even try to stop.

He slammed you up and down on top of him, pounding you just the way you liked. “I’m fucking cumming,” you cried into his neck as the dam broke inside of you. Your pussy clamped down around him as you squirted around him. Not that it stopped his movements. “Oh my god, Daddy!”

“That’s my girl,” he hissed, not stopping as he pounded into you, searching for his own orgasm.

“Oh my god!” You squealed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

Your lips were swollen from how he’d kissed you and for some reason watching them as your cute face showed how blissed out you were. It was bringing him closer and closer. “Want me to cum in your pretty pussy, Baby?”

You nodded like you were desperate for him, biting your lip as he still moved you up and down. You grabbed a handful of his shirt wanting him to brace yourself as you hit another peak. The way your pussy walls tightened only helped to bring him over the edge painting your walls with his hot white seed.

The two of you still moved against each other until you were perfectly spent. He wanted to giving you every single drop, but also make sure you were well fucked until he had the time to do take you to bed to do it again.

You collapsed against him, resting your head on his strong chest. Your chests heaved as he held you close kissing your forehead. It didn’t matter how rough he’d be during, he always made sure to be soft with you after.

His phone went off and the both of you groaned. “Fuck my interview.”

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rosy-cheekx · 4 years ago

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for the kiss prompts... 16 with jonmartin?

Combined this New Years Kiss prompt with @ombreblossom‘s prompt for “a giggly kiss" and an anon prompt: “I wish you would write a fic where martin scoops Jon into his arms and Jon realizes how strong he is” damn if i dont deliver

Just a good vibes fic while I’m dying over the pre-finals stress. Check on your friendly neighborhood psychology students, especially juniors. They’re a-struggling.

Enjoy!!

Resolutions, 2.2k

CW: alcohol

“Happy New Year’s Eve!”

Jon wasn’t sure what he expected of Tim’s house. Maybe something haphazardly designed, with takeaway menus pinned to the fridge? Maybe the epitome of the bachelor pad?

He definitely hadn’t expected the open floorplan, spotlessly cleaned and well-organized, with furniture complementary to the walls and each other. Warm light spilled from every lamp, with purple and silver decorations inscribed with “2015” and “Happy New Years” dangling from almost every surface.

“You can close your mouth now, buddy,” Tim elbowed him lightly. “I keep my spaces clean, what can I say?”

Jon clamped his teeth back together and held out a bottle of white wine mechanically. “I brought this. Er, sorry I’m late.”

Tim shook his head jovially, taking Jon’s coat and scarf along with the wine, before handing the bottle back to him. “Party’s just getting started. We’ve been drinking a bit, playing some games.” He winked before nudging him toward the couches, where Sasha’s dark curls were just visible. “Go on, I’ll be right behind. They’ll be happy to see you!”

“Jon!” The man in question jumped and craned his neck to see Martin—or, more rightly, his hand—from over the edge of the couch cushions. “Good, you’re here! Sash and Tim are kicking my ass in Scrabble.”

Jon approached the living room, spying Martin, sitting on the floor in front of a coffee table, another bottle of white wine between him and Sasha, along with the aforementioned Scrabble board. “Scrabble isn’t a team sport?”

“Hey, Jon. Ooh, more wine, thank god, this one’s just gone.” Sasha scrunched her nose with her greeting, reaching for the bottle in his hands. “And no, it’s not,” she continued as she spun a corkscrew between her fingers. “But Tim is missing like half the tiles so we can’t play four.”

“Tim’n’Sash ganged up on me,” Martin mumbled, the edges of his words softened, Jon assumed, by wine. “I didn’t even—I’m new to research, issnot fair.”

Sasha pulled the cork from the wine as Tim leapt over the cushion of the suede couch, landing neatly next to her. “I told you, you would get Jon when he showed up, which evens it out anyways. Stop pouting.”

“Am not.”

Jon folded his legs beneath his hips as he sat, examining the board and taking a proffered glass from Sasha’s hands. “Don’t worry, Martin,” he offered, smiling gently at the man, taking in the flush of his face and the rolled sleeves of his dress shirt—maroon, he filed away. Looks good with his hair. “We’ve just got to last long enough before Tim gets drunk or bored and starts to throw letters at us. Did he tell you that’s why they’re missing?”

Martin laughed aloud and the noise caught Jon off guard. It was a low, warm sound, loud in a way that suited the man. Jon smiled to himself, proud.

“I do-I do not,” spluttered Tim, pointedly ignoring Sasha’s raised eyebrow. “…I stopped that when we were down to one W.”

Jon nudged Martin, gesturing for the block of letters in front of him. “You’ll see. Our turn?”

Eight rounds, three glasses of wine, and a dodge from the letter E later, Jon was feeling properly comfortable. They were all properly buzzed, if not a little tipsy, and the clock ticked steadily closer to midnight. Martin and Jon had continued to be partners for all the other games they played: Charades, Pictionary, and a silly game Sasha had made up where they had to describe concepts like colors or sounds, without using words directly related to them. Martin had carried their team for that game, explaining through an embarrassed blush that he liked to read a lot of poetry. Jon elected to ignore that statement, though he was grateful for the edge it gave them; his competitive streak was willing to ignore a multitude of sins.

At 11:15, Tim flipped through the television programs, searching for one doing a proper countdown. One of the BBC Music channels was playing a Countdown playlist, with an eclectic variety of music on the playlist if the presented queue was any indication. Remote in hand, Tim spun on his heel, lip-syncing voraciously to the song, some dreadfully cheesy rock ballad. In turn, he focused on Sasha, then Jon, then Martin, hand outstretched to each of them in a mockery of longing. When he turned his attention back to Sasha, the chorus swelled and she took his hand, swinging herself under his arm with a grin on her face. Jon settled into the couch cushions, a warmth running through his chest as he watched the two spin with each other in a pseudo-dance. Martin sipped his glass of water on the other end of the couch, seemingly as happy as Jon to just watch.

As the song ended, the rock ballad was replaced by a pop song, one Jon didn’t know but it was apparent everyone else did. Tim sang along in a horrendous shout-sing, and Sasha grabbed Martin’s hand, tugging on it lightly. Martin rolled his eyes, resisting briefly as Sasha wordlessly argued with him, but her will was stronger and he laughed softly as she pulled him to his feet and jumped around to the beat, air-guitaring in circles around him. Eventually, Martin closed his eyes and leant into the dance, reminding Jon vaguely of his club days with Georgie, the dozens of hot, sweaty young adults without a care in the world of who saw them dance. And, most importantly, dance badly. Martin was truly terrible, but Jon was unable to tear his gaze away. He wasn’t matching the tempo and he knew about half the words as he joined Tim in singing the chorus, but there was something about him that was absolutely intoxicating, more than the wine Jon had consumed.

The Beatles played next, and of course Jon knew them. They had been his grandmother’s favorite, and for good reason. He hadn’t even realized he was singing under his breath to Come Together until Tim’s TV remote was shoved under his lips unceremoniously. Without thinking, he accepted the faux-microphone and joined the trio, standing from the couch to the coffee table in socked feet. As he sang, voice growing in intensity, he swung his arms wide, the images of clubs and dancers and stages at the forefront of his mind.

When the song ended, Jon was breathless, and the smattered applause from his friends brought him out of his reverie. He blushed, suddenly acutely aware of the blood rushing through his body and the heart that was pumping it. he handed the remote to Tim and moved to step off the table, chewing on his lip as he did so. Before he could make the awkward step to the floor below, he yelped as he was suddenly swept off balance. The spinning of his mind, thanks to the alcohol, confused him briefly before he realized he hadn’t fallen and was actually being clutched in a pair of strong arms, bridal-style. Martin’s arms, to be precise. His brow was furrowed in concentration, though he held Jon like he weighed almost nothing.

“Ah, you said you didn’t want to fall.” Martin shrugged and bounced Jon in his arms slightly as if that explained everything.

He had? “Mmm-thank you Mar’n,” Jon murmured, eyes unsure where to land and deciding on a loose curl that hung over Martin’s forehead. He wanted to pull it, Jon realized, and he did so, gently, giving the coil a tug, and giggled to himself as it sprang back in place. Martin was a lot stronger than Jon gave him credit for, and warmer too, though that may have been the alcohol. It was nice, being held like that, and Jon felt himself nestle towards the heat of Martin’s barreled chest without thinking about it.

Tim and Sasha, to Jon’s relief, hadn’t seemed to notice, deep in conversation. Martin deposited Jon safely on the couch and slumped next to him, unbuttoning his collar a little more and turning his attention quite intently to his phone.

The music carried on, and Jon was pulled into a few more dances with Sasha and Tim but felt himself gravitating towards Martin as the hour pursued, making excuses to scoot closer on the couch. A few videos of kittens later, he was properly next to him, watching Tim and Sasha tango to Britney Spears and the clock that ticked steadily towards midnight.

As 11:50 hit, Tim lowered the volume and flopped next to Jon, sweat beading on his forehead. “Alright, mates, resolutions for 2015, go.” He popped a grape from the platter that rested on the chair nearby. “Mine’s to get outside more, I haven’t been able to get out of London much. Maybe go backpacking, see the world.”

Sasha shrugged and perched on the armrest of the couch, feet resting on the cushion next to Tim. “Patience, I think. Listening to people better.”

Jon surprised himself by speaking. “Work-life balance,” he mumbled, dragging his eyes from the coffee table to meet Tim’s curious expression. “It’s not like Elias cares much what the researchers do.”

“Hell yeah, mate!” Tim clapped him on the back. “Maybe you’ll finally come dancing with me. You’ve clearly got the skills.” He turned his attention to the final member of their party. “Marto? What about you?”

Martin shrugged, lips pursed in thought. “Mm, be more honest with people, I think.”

Tim nodded excitedly. “Oh yes, I would love to see Martin Blackwood, The Director’s Cut.”

The ginger shrugged. “I don’t think you’re missing much, honestly, just maybe a little more negativity, a little more feeling.”

“Regardless,” Tim waved the thought away. “Can’t wait to see it.” He cast his eyes to the ceiling and crossed his arms under his chest. “What do you think the illustrious Elias Bouchard does on holiday? I swear that man lives and breathes Magnus Institute.”

Sasha grinned. “Bet he wears nothing but a silk robe, with the Magnus owl embroidered on the chest, skulking around the house and drinking scotch, grumbling about budgets and paranormal stories.”

“Bet he has a cat he strokes menacingly while watching the stock market,” Martin added, sighing. “We can agree he’s a total Tory, right?”

“Oh, for sure,” came a chorus of affirmation.

The group sat in comfortable silence as an upbeat love song played on the television. Jon’s eyes were starting to feel heavy, like how they felt when he got them dilated at the optometrist. Midnight couldn’t come soon enough.

“Hey, guys?” The voice from his right was quiet, hesitant. Martin’s eyes were glassy, phone abandoned on his lap. “I’m really happy to be here, with you all.”

“Martin!” Sasha and Tim cooed happily, rushing to coat his words in affirmations and gentle kindness, sweet gifts with which to end the year. Jon opted for a quieter approach, not the verbally affectionate kind of man, placing a hand over Martin’s gently, squeezing his wrist once. He wasn’t even sure if Martin noticed it—he didn’t move his hand before Tim was shouting, hauling them up as 11:59 flashed on the screen and a countdown began to shout its way from 59 on the screen.

“Come on!” Tim crowed. “My mum always said you can’t stand still when midnight hits, or it’s bad luck. Something about starting the year moving.” Tim led them all in a sort of march, stomping forward and back, spinning in circles, and swinging each of his friends under his arms, though Martin had to duck rather considerably. All four of the research staff members were laughing through their words as they tried to add their discordant shouting to the last few numbers on the TV.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!” Tim grabbed Sasha around her waist and dipped her low as he kissed her, both grinning into the kiss. Jon chuckled and shook his head at the pair, before feeling the hand that was still on his tug gently.

“I-I said I wanted to be more honest,” Martin murmured, voice low in his throat. Jon nodded wordlessly, indicating for him to go on. His words seemed caught somehow.

“If I’m honest,” Martin continued, eyes flitting over Jon’s face before landing back on his eyes. “I really want to kiss you.”

Jon giggled, actually giggled at Martin’s words, the boldness of the wine piloting his voice for a moment. “What are you waiting for?”

So Martin did, one hand on Jon’s waist and one tangled in the hair behind his ears, pressing Jon close and up towards his lips. It was a warm kiss, soft and gentle, and Jon’s head was spinning, not from the buzz or the dancing but from the four points of contact he had with MartinMartinMartin Blackwood is kissing me and Martin’s hand is on my waist and my hand is on Martin’s cheek and his skin is so soft I think I could kiss him forever. Screw 2015; I’ll come back for 2016 and just kiss Martin for a year—

Martin pulled away, smiling down at Jon with a look of utter adoration. “Happy New Year,” he breathed. “Here’s to 2015.”

“H-Happy New Year,” Jon returned, ducking his head shyly at the gaze Martin was casting on him. “Let’s hope it’s a good one.”

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taetaespeaches · 4 years ago

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“It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was.”

jungkook x reader (or oc) (feat. bangtan and their ladies) genre: fluff word count: 3.8K

a/n: I found writing this drabble to be so difficult for some reason, but here it is lol. The bangtan gang does karaoke together and through it, Guk/Holly realize just how fucking smitten they are with each other. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy! :))

WALKING down the hallway to the room, you squinted in curiosity. Weren’t karaoke rooms supposed to be at least a little soundproof?

“Jesus, do you hear that?” Jungkook giggled next to you, his hand wrapped up with yours.

“Is that them?” You asked, your boyfriend nodding. The pure chaos seeping from the room into the hallway was already calming your nerves, though you were still on edge. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t met the boys before. You’d met them all at least once, and you knew Jimin and his girlfriend and Taehyung and his “best friend” pretty well. But there was something intimidating walking into a room full of Jungkook’s closest friends with all their girlfriends.

You were the newbie, and you were worried you would be treated as such.

“Hey,” Jungkook squeezed your hand. “Relax,” he smiled comfortingly at you. You nodded quickly, assuring him you were good to go inside, Jungkook reaching an arm out to open the door.

Upon entry, you were met with the scene of Jimin performing ‘7 rings’, and as he sang “when you see them racks, they stacked up like my ass,” his girlfriend was slapping his ass as he did a sassy little twerk.

The rest of the group were laughing and cheering at the two, hoots and hollers resounding in the space. Jimin fell into giggles and his girlfriend had to take over on the mic to help him finish the song. Maybe you had no reason to be nervous around this group…

You and Jungkook slipped inside the room, Jin taking notice as he yelled out, “JK!” dragging out the second letter. His eyes widened when he spotted you. “Hey, I want to talk to you,” he told you, immediately coming over and grabbing your wrist gently, pulling you away from your boyfriend, Jungkook’s gaze following you as you walked away with his older friend.

You watched Jungkook approach the group as Jimin’s performance ended. Applause and cheering ensued as Jimin slung his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulders, taking a bow before they seated themselves at the end of the curved booth next to Taehyung and his… best friend.

Meeting Jin’s eyes, he shot you a smile. “Now hear me out,” he started, your eyes widening. He let out a breathy chuckle at your reaction before adding, “what do you say about performing a song with me?”

“About time you showed up,” Jimin’s girlfriend yelled at Jungkook, making him look at her in offense.

“The car was late,” he defended, just as Yoongi’s girlfriend spotted him.

“You missed my performance of ‘Oops!... I did it again,” Jimin’s girlfriend started singing, Jimin smiling happily next to her, his arms still hung over her shoulders.

“Kookie!” Yoongi’s girlfriend suddenly yelled at him. “Are you ready to do this?”

“Do what?” He asked, resulting in a glare from the girl. “Oh! Are we doing this?” He asked in excitement.

She stood up, Yoongi watching her rise. “You two are singing together?” He asked, sporting a gummy grin.

“Get ready to be blown away,” she told her boyfriend, leaning down to leave a kiss to his forehead.

Your conversation with Jin about what song to sing together was disrupted when you spotted your boyfriend stepping to the center of the room with Yoongi’s girlfriend, both with mics in hand. Jin followed your gaze, a cheer immediately leaving his lips when he noticed the duet pair.

Jungkook’s eyes found yours, a smile overtaking his face as you held up a thumbs up at him. He winked back, you giggling, just as the music started.

The duo looked to each other, both giving a cool head nod, just before Jungkook started singing ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’, Yoongi scoffing from his seat, though he wore a fond grin.

“Ah, of course! Our resident emos!” Jin yelled out next to you, you laughing as your eyes stayed glued to Jungkook.

As Jungkook took the lead vocals, Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the extra vocals, both of them coming together in perfect harmony in accordance to the song. Had they practiced this?

“Oh my god, they practiced this,” Yoongi suddenly yelled out in laughter, his girlfriend sticking up a middle finger at him, only making the man laugh harder. Jungkook looked to you, you shaking your head at him, though you were thoroughly entertained by his pre-rehearsed duet.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend sang the bridge, Jungkook played an acoustic air guitar, everyone laughing as they watched in amusement.

Jungkook took over the main vocal again when the pre-chorus came back in, Yoongi’s girlfriend handling the adlibs. They head banged together, causing Jimin to nearly fall out of his seat in laughter, his girlfriend having to hold him up by his forearm. By the time the song was over, they were both winded, nodding their heads as the group applauded them. With a high five, the girl was returning to her seat, and your boyfriend was approaching you.

“One more song and then it’s us,” Jin told you before walking way, smacking your boyfriend’s back as they passed by each other. Standing in front of you, he gave you a smug look.

“What’d you think?” He asked, feigning a cool guy act, you giggling as you patted his cheek.

“Very cool, baby,” you teased, Jungkook nodding in agreement.

You both stared at each other for a moment before Yoongi’s voice drew your attention across the room.

“Ok, amateurs, let me show you how it’s done,” he said, his girlfriend rolling her eyes as he pulled up his sleeve, doing his own cool guy act.

Nobody knew what song Yoongi was about to perform, you all watching him closely as you awaited the music. Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your waist and you leaned into the touch. When the music started, you, his girlfriend, and Tae’s “best friend” all gasped, the others taking a moment to figure it out.

Everyone burst into laughter in unison at Yoongi’s “O-Ow,” as he started singing Shania Twain’s ‘That Don’t Impress Me Much’. You didn’t know Yoongi as well as the group did but it seemed as though everyone was just as shocked as you about his song choice. Since when does Yoongi listen to Shania?

Hoseok instantly pulled out his phone, having to capture the performance. The man had moves, you had to admit. And he was possibly the king of the finger wag, wigging his hips as he moved his finger around, informing you all that he indeed was not impressed.

When he said, “Ok, so you’re a rocket scientist,” he stood in front of Namjoon, Namjoon holding back a smile as everyone else laughed.

Yoongi dedicated the second verse to Jin, messing his hair up as he sang, “‘cause heaven forbid it should fall out of place.” The whole room joined in with the, “Ok, so you’re Brad Pitt.”

Jungkook moved around your body, wrapping his arms around you in a back hug, resting his chin on your shoulder. His body was warm and you couldn’t help but melt a little in his embrace.

Yoongi really did put on quite a performance, but the man holding you was pretty damn distracting, his boyish cackles sounding next to your ear pulling your attention from Yoongi’s stellar show. You snuck a glance at the man to find him looking at you already, a massive smile spread across his face.

His eyes sparkled, the edges crinkled due to the expression of happiness. You could look at him like that forever. Leaning your face toward his, you left a sweet kiss to his cheek, the man sighing in content at the gesture.

As Yoongi’s performance wrapped up, he returned to his seat next to his girlfriend, a proud smile on his face, Jungkook chuckling as the girl patted Yoongi’s chest, looking at him in disbelief.

“I’m kind of pissed that I never knew you were a Shania fanboy,” she told him, a grin overtaking his face as he leaned toward her, pecking her lips.

Jungkook’s focus left the couple when he felt you pat his forearm, stepping away from you.

“Are you up?” He asked, letting go of you, his eyes glued to your form as you turned to nod at him.

“Cheer for me,” you told him, Jungkook giggling in response.

“Always,” he replied.

Jungkook made his way to sit with the group, taking a spot next to Hoseok, his gaze staying with you. He giggled when you and Jin made up a handshake on the spot, a series of hand slaps and fist bumps, you struggling to follow Jin’s lead.

When the music started up, everyone let out “ohhhh’s” in excitement at the piano intro to Lizzo’s massive bop. You sang, “Why men great tell they gotta be great?” Jin singing the high-pitched “Woo!” Everyone laughed as you sang ‘Truth Hurts’ together, you and Jin taking turns singing a few lines before the other took over. It was actually pretty impressive how easily you and Jin fed off each other, both in terms of taking over vocals and in dance moves.

Jungkook felt his face heat up when you pointed at him as you sang, “So you can tell your friend,” everyone awing and oohing as you turned back to Jin, pretending to shoot a basketball as you sang, “shoot your shot when you see him”, Jin holding his arms open in a circle to create a basketball hoop, “it’s ok, he’s already in my dms, bitch,” you sent a wink to Jungkook, his heart racing for some fucking reason as he wore an adorably smitten smile.

Hoseok placed his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, a wide smile on his face as they all bopped along to the rest of yours and Jin’s performance.

As Jungkook watched you interact with his oldest friend, and saw how everyone else smiled and laughed as they watched you in amusement, he felt a fluttering sensation in his stomach. He knew you’d fit in with the group just fine, but with how easily you joined them Jungkook was on could nine.

He knew you were nervous heading into the night, and to see how quickly you warmed up and how welcoming his friends were toward you, he realized just how special you were.

When the song ended, Jungkook opened his arms for you to sit on his lap, which you happily did skipping over to him as Jin soaked in the praises. Jungkook placed a kiss to your shoulder before pressing one to the side of your neck, another to your jaw, and another on your cheek. He couldn’t help but want to kiss you all over, his fondness growing impossibly stronger and deeper the longer the night went on.

Jungkook nearly cooed at how you giggled at his affections, leaning back against him as you asked, “How did I do?”

He didn’t respond straight away, instead scanning at your features, appreciating every inch of your face before his eyes met yours. “You were amazing,” he complimented finally, though the light-hearted atmosphere suddenly turned more intense, strong feelings floating in the air as your gazes held each other’s.

I think I’m in love with you, Jungkook thought to himself.

You and Jungkook continued staring at each other, eyes drifting from feature to feature, your orbs appreciating the adorable freckle below his bottom lip, to his perfectly boopable nose, up to his round bambi eyes just in time to see them crinkle at the edges due to the smile curving on his mouth.

A smile overtook your own face, a giggle slipping from Jungkook. The temptation too much for you to resist, you raised your pointer finger, tapping the tip of his nose gently, Jungkook giggling more as he grabbed his hand in yours.

As Yoongi’s girlfriend and Taehyung’s “best friend” began singing ‘I Kissed A Girl’ together, shamelessly partaking in their little crush on each other, you and Jungkook watched with grins as he mindlessly traced over the lines on your hand and fingers.

In that moment, everything felt right. Like you belonged there with Jungkook, seated on his lap with his arms wrapped around you, his breath on your neck as he placed occasional subtle kisses to your skin. And there with his friends, all of them smiling and laughing around you, treating you as though you had always been a part of their group.

Glancing around at them all, you smiled fondly at how Jimin and his girlfriend teased Taehyung for looking a little jealous over his “best friend’s” performance with Yoongi’s girlfriend. And how Yoongi shamelessly cheered his lady on as she danced with the girl, highly amused by the song choice due to his and his girlfriend’s ongoing joke about them both having a crush on the younger girl. Hoseok was once again filming the performance with a smile as bright as the sun as his girlfriend sat with her hand on his lap, joking with Namjoon’s girlfriend, while Namjoon stared lovingly at his girlfriend. Jin and his girlfriend were singing along passionately with the song. It felt like home, and you were filled with a feeling of love and tenderness for the people around you.

Turning to the man holding you against his body, those emotions only intensified as you met his gaze once more. He had easily entered your life, turning everything upside down in the best way possible as he filled each day with more light. When his eyebrows raised in question, you simply shook your head before resting your forehead against his. I’m in love with you, you thought as Jungkook pressed his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

Jungkook left you momentarily to perform ‘BANG BANG BANG’ by BIGBANG with Taehyung, and the word perform was not to be taken lightly. The two were rapping their asses off, busting out moves, giving it their all as they pulled out all the stops. It was obvious they had sang this song together numerous times throughout their years of friendship.

“Give the man a rap verse!” Taehyung’s “best friend” yelled out to the rap line, and specifically Yoongi, causing Taehyung to giggle and mess up his otherwise perfect verse. Yoongi scoffed and Hoseok cackled loudly, and well, Namjoon was in his own drunken world, having had a few too many drinks.

“I swear, when those two get together it’s like they share one brain cell between the both of them,” Taehyung’s “best friend” teased the singing duo, you, Jimin, and Jimin’s girlfriend laughing.

“The Nimrods,” you commented, Taehyung’s girlfriend gasping.

“That’s them!” She agreed, both of you deciding to lovingly dub them as The Nimrods from there on out.

“I want you and Taehyung to duet,” Jimin told Taehyung’s “best friend”. “Let us pick the song,” he gestured to his girlfriend, the girl nodding enthusiastically. After groaning and trying to get out of it, Taehyung’s “best friend” reluctantly agreed, the couple smirking to each other as if some plan was falling into place.

As Jungkook and Taehyung finished, they did their well-known handshake before taking a cocky bow, you rolling your eyes teasingly as he returned to you. “It’s ok, baby, you don’t have to tell me how cool I was,” Jungkook joked as you stood up, letting him sit down.

“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t going to,” you grinned, Jungkook laughing adorably at the comment. He reached for your thighs to pull you back onto his lap, but you stepped away from him, making your way to the center of the room.

“You’re singing again?” He asked, you nodding as Jimin’s girlfriend appeared at your side.

“We’re gonna sing some One D because it’s a crime to not pay homage to our favorite boyband during karaoke,” she told the crowd, only to be met with yells of disapproval.

“What about us?” Namjoon yelled out.

“Yeah, we’re a boyband,” Jimin added with a whine, causing the girl to hold her hand up to them to hush them.

“I said what I said,” she told them all firmly, some of them huffing, others laughing in amusement.

Jungkook watched with a massive smile spread across his face as you performed ‘I Would’ by One Direction. He was so fucking fond.

If someone had told him earlier in the night that he would grow absolutely certain he was in love with you as you belted out classic Zayn Malik adlibs, well, he may have believed them. But it was true. In that moment, he was sure.

His lovestruck daze was interrupted when Jimin tapped his arm. “You need to bring her around more,” he told Jungkook, Taehyung and his “best friend” agreeing.

Jungkook easily nodded, biting back a growing smile. “I will,” he said simply.

When you returned to him after the song ended, he quickly wrapped his arms around your legs, pulling you onto his lap, smothering your cheek in kisses. “You’re the fucking cutest,” he mumbled against your face between pecks as you giggled.

He left his cheek pressed to the side of your face as you turned your attention to Taehyung and his “best friend” glaring at their friends, Jimin and his girlfriend snickering as ‘Partition’ by Beyonce played. “I hate you so much,” the girl complained to her friend, Jimin’s girlfriend simply blowing her a kiss.

However, it didn’t take long for the duo to get into it, dancing together, the girl taking care of most of the lyrics, Taehyung doing his best to play along despite his slight state of shock. Everyone “ooh’d” as she sang, “Oh, there daddy, daddy didn’t bring the towel,” Taehyung’s eyes widening slightly as she reached for his shirt, gripping the material at the center of his chest, tugging him toward her.

When she sang the line, “He like to call me peaches when we get this nasty,” Taehyung rested his forehead against hers, the duo staring at each other tensely, everyone else sharing knowing glances with each other.

By the time they finished the song, both of their faces were tinted red as they sat awkwardly together, though the girl wore a small smirk. Taehyung would steal glances at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her. Jungkook wondered how much longer they would try to hide their feelings from each other.

The sexual tension that the room just witnessed was completely shattered as you all laughed at a very tipsy Namjoon belting to Adele’s ‘Someone Like You’, his girlfriend giggling fondly at him as he dramatized the performance.

Jungkook continued placing kisses to your shoulder, neck, and jaw throughout Namjoon’s ballad, letting out boyish chuckles near your ear. He was really adorable. And as much as you enjoyed being with all his friends, you were growing anxious to get him alone.

Your realization that you were without a doubt madly in love with him had you wanting to tell him as soon as possible, almost as if you were to keep it inside any longer, your heart would burst.

You were glowing under the cheap disco ball lights, smiling and laughing with his friends, and Jungkook’s growing desire to tell you just how much he loved you was taking over, losing his impulse control.

Luckily, everyone was tiring out, buzzed and happy. When Namjoon finished his song, his girlfriend grabbed his jacket, walking towards him.

“Ok, my sweet crooner, let’s go home,” she told him, Namjoon leaning forward to kiss her before he put the jacket on. You all started piling out of the karaoke bar in your pairs, some getting touchier than others.

Jungkook positioned himself behind you, holding you in a back hug as you left the building, stepping onto the sidewalk, the cold air hitting you and making you both shiver.

Saying your goodbyes to everyone, you began waddling in the direction of your apartment. The air was chilly but Jungkook’s body pressed against your back was warm. He hummed ‘Someone Like You’ in your ear, you smiling fondly as you took your time down the walkway.

Halting your movements, Jungkook grunted, squeezing your body tighter in his arms. “I had a lot of fun tonight,” you told him.

“Me too,” Jungkook whispered before spinning you around so you faced him, his hands coming to cradle your face. Your hands gripped onto his wrists as you both stared at each other. “They all really like you,” he told you, a fond smile on his pretty face.

“Yeah?” You asked, Jungkook nodding immediately. “I like them too.”

There were a few people who walked past you both occasionally, but neither of you paid them any attention as you continued staring at each other, all those unconfessed feelings bubbling within you both.

You were radiant under the streetlights, your smile bright as you looked at him, and he found himself sighing as he brushed his thumbs overtop your cheek bones.

“I’m in love with you, you know that?” Jungkook confessed in a soft voice, his eyes traveling your face before locking them on your own orbs, noticing how they didn’t even widen. Instead, they just looked warm and comforting, and dare he say, reciprocated the same feelings he just admitted to you.

Looking at him, his hair hanging over his eyes, the cold air leaving his pretty lips in little clouds, his eyes sparkling under the illumination of the streetlamp a few feet away from you, you simply smiled.

“Of course, I know that,” you teased, Jungkook letting out a small breathy chuckle at your response to his confession. “I’m in love with you, Jungkook.”

His eyes widened in slight surprise before they crinkled in the corners, smiling in relief and giddiness. “I didn’t know that,” he told you.

“Well now you do,” you replied, moving your hands to his waist, pulling him to you, Jungkook easily catching your lips in a passionate kiss.

Your top lip fit perfectly between his, just as it had during the first kiss in the laundromat a couple months ago, and just like it had every kiss since then. Your lips moved together, neither of you able to get enough of the other.

“I really love you, baby,” he mumbled against your mouth, you smiling into the kiss, loving the way his hands held your face.

“I love you so much,” you told him just before he placed one last lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours, letting out a quick breath.

“Let’s go home,” he told you with a happy grin, you nodding as he reached for your hand. Intertwining your fingers, you walked together, talking and giggling, sneaking glances at each other, and stealing the occasional kiss as you made your way back to your apartment.

You did know he loved you. He was much too obvious with it for you to be oblivious. But as he leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder as you worked on unlocking your apartment door, whispering those three words into your ear for the third time, you knew you’d never tire of hearing them.

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hannie-dul-set · 4 years ago

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between the aisles [kim mingyu]

“wherein you discover your feelings for your best friend in between the grocery aisles.”

PAIRING | kim mingyu x reader GENRE | best friends! au, fluff, comedy WARNING | language lol WORD COUNT | 2k

a/n: dedicated to @aborivin happy happy birthday, annie!! <3 this ended up longer than i anticipated, but hope i managed to bring your grocery gyu fantasies to reality LMAO

it was easy to weigh whether your decisions were right or wrong. it was right if you benefit from it, wrong if you did not. but what if you both gained and lost something along the way?

“y/n, look! this carrot has arms!”

that very voice had you sighing, questioning whether or not you had made the right decision today. whether or not you should have given in to his annoyingly endearing pout, his whiny, violence-inducing voice, or the overall kicked puppy look that he was bearing. in the end, you made the decision—

“gyu, put that down! oh my god— back on the pile, not in the cart!”

—the decision to bring kim mingyu, your irritating best friend whom you both want to punch and adore, grocery shopping with you.

“you’re so evil,” he accused, bringing the poor carrot to his chest, hugging it tightly in a protective hold as if you’d grab it from him. “don’t you have a heart? are you just gonna abandon this little guy?”

you frowned. “but i already bought vegetables last time! i showed you my list earlier and it didn’t involve vegetables, mingyu,” you reasoned, gesturing at your shopping cart to emphasize your point. it was partially filled with meat, bread, and everything else except for the produce that mingyu desperately wanted for whatever reason. he seemed adamant to keep it, the little, deformed orange root, but from your stern glare, he returned it back to the pile, although with a frown that he didn’t even bother to mask

“what’s one more?” mingyu grumbled in a soft voice before you two trucked further into the aisle. “he deserves a home too, you know.”

“his home is inside your belly, mingyu.”

he gasped. loudly. very loudly. thank god the grocery store was practically empty. “you take that back!”

from the sudden noise mingyu erupted, you instinctively moved forward to press your palms over his mouth, silencing him. yes, there were barely any customers around, but the employees were still around. you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out thanks to your best friend’s ineptitude to auditory appropriateness. his eyes were wide, staring at you in alarm and you could only harden your gaze. when he seemed to finally get the idea of you wanting him to shut the fuck up, you removed your hands, and he released a long huff of breath.

“okay—” you sighed, brushing your fingers through your hair before returning his curious glances. “how much do you want the fucking carrot?”

mingyu’s face lit up, his sharp canines bearing from the wideness of his grin, and you weren’t able to prevent a smile of your own from forming. one might think he won the lottery— not a mutated alien carrot that he had questionably gotten attached to.

“he is my son, y/n,” he proclaimed. “i’m not leaving without my son.”

it sometimes irked you how one look from him could immediately have you agreeing. you were going to monopolize his closet for this, dear god.

“go,” you sighed, and you didn’t expect him to smile even wider. “before i change my mind. i’m paying for this, remember?”

“oh my god, i love you,” the words slipped past his breath quickly. a little too quickly. he hugged you quickly, too. and the lingering feeling of his fleeting arms around you tingled over your skin belatedly when he had finally left and ran away to pick up his apparent son. he wasn’t there, but you were smiling at him, smiling at his back as he ran at to the end of the aisle, smiling when he shot back at you, raising the carrot in his hands to show it off, smiling when he finally returned to his spot before you.

it was easy to weigh whether your decisions were right or wrong. and right now, you've made the right decision. the stupid smile on your face says it all.

“y/n! thank you, thank you,” mingyu sang, dancing a little bit before gingerly placing the carrot on top of a cereal box inside the cart. “what’s next on the list?”

“oh, so now you care about my list?” you raised at arm to lightly smack him on the head. “ramen. don’t even say anything about preservatives, you wannabe food connoisseur. you’ve terrorized my grocery experience enough already.”

mingyu laughed, gently patting the spot on his hair where you hit him earlier, and he grinned at you. “aye aye, captain.”

the produce aisle and the instant food aisle were at the opposite ends of the grocery store spectrum— meaning that the distance needed to be covered was a bit too far for your liking. mingyu volunteered to push the shopping cart in your stead, humming along to the lyricless music blaring through the store’s speakers. he was walking at a pace far too slow for your liking, even with his long ass legs, causing you to sigh, stop, and look at him in exasperation.

“what’s wrong?” mingyu raised a brow, against the cart handles with his arms crossed.

“can’t you move a little faster? at this rate your son will start rotting before we even get to pay for him at the cash register.”

“well, we definitely won’t make it there if we stop moving,”

god you wanted to punch him. something about that stupid and smug look on his face just looked an exclusive invitation for your fist. mingyu continued strolling past you, eyeing the vast selection of milk inside the lines of freezers. still feeling bitter by your lack of a rebuttal, you resorted to physical tactics— shoving him forward as you passed by, which caused the poor guy to stumble and let out a shriek.

“again,” he breathed, barely hanging onto his life by clinging onto the freezer door handle. “you’re so evil.”

it was a surprise that it didn’t swing open and insinuated a cartoned dairy avalanche onto the male. you stuck your tongue out at him, stealing the cart away from him briskly walking away, not before shooting back a smug grin of your own. “if only you walked a little faster, gyu.”

you already passed another isle but he didn’t seem to be running after you, and it stirred your gut into unease. where the hell was he? the last thing you wanted to do today was file a missing child case. you thought of turning around, hoping that you’d spot him sneaking behind your back once you did. but the moment you stopped your movements to look behind, you felt like you were being carried into the air.

“what the fuckin— oh my god. put me down, you dumbass!”

you heard him giggle. you couldn’t see his face because the motherfucker was carrying you like a sack of potatoes right now, but you could imagine the shit eating expression he was wearing on his face right now. there was movement that you could feel— him leaning forward as well as the shuffling of contents inside your cart, and you could only ask yourself what in the world was he planning.

“there. perfect,” you were about to retort, scold him, and maybe even insert a little bit of profanities in between, but all that escaped from your lips was a high pitched scream because mingyu finally put you down, but the thing is—

he placed you inside the shopping cart.

the damned shopping cart. you couldn’t even fit inside as your legs were practically squeezing against your chest, so you had to have them dangling them out of the cart’s walls just so you can breathe.

“mingyu, what the fuck, i’m not for sale,” you were appalled, staring up at him wide-eyed and he was only grinning at you like a maniac.

“you wanted me to move faster, right?”

“well, yes, but— oh my fucking god, mingyu—!”

he was crazy. you had managed to conclude that amidst your frazzled state of mind because you were literally being steered around the grocery store’s aisles at the speed twenty-fucking-three miles per hour. your knuckles were getting cut off from blood by gripping onto the sides of the cart too tightly, and you couldn’t even think because all you could hear was wheels screeching against the slippery tiles juxtaposed with the sound of mingyu’s laughter.

“do you want me to go even faster?”

“i want you to trip over your own legs, you fucking maniac. what if we get kicked out?!”

“they can’t kick us out if they can’t catch us!”

you shot your head up to look at him, breathless from the sudden rush of adrenaline but even more so when you caught a glimpse of his widely smiling face. he stared down at you, laughing, hair flying against the wind, and the fluorescent lights of the store's ceiling raining on his golden skin made it seem like he was glowing. you weren’t sure if it was the sudden rush, or if you were also going crazy but—

had he always looked this radiant?

the cart stopped, knocking the air from your lungs, and you were finally snapped out of your dumbstruck daze. or so you thought, because the moment your eyes landed on your best friend once more— hair a mess, chest heaving, and an intoxicated smile on his face, you were deterred back into the previous screaming if your nerves.

what the fuck?

“okay, ramen,” he breathed out, probing the shelves filled with instant noodles to pick out your favorite ones. you only stared at him wordlessly. staring at the way his brows furrowed in concentration as he examined the selection, staring at the way his lips were formed in a slight pout, staring at the way he picked out a handful of the goods, until his gaze resigned back to yours with an inquisitive air. “do you want me to get you out of there or…?”

“o—oh yeah i can get out by myself, thanks,” you were still slightly out of it (well, very out of it), so it was a bit of a task to get yourself out of the tiny shopping cart. you were struggling, that you acknowledge, and it seems like mingyu did as well because you heard him release a chuckle, returning the stacks of ramen onto the shelves before coming to your rescue.

“there you go,” he hummed, pulling out of your predicament, and your feet were finally back on the ground “i was afraid you’d kill my son out of your carelessness.”

you smacked him, to which he let out a whine. “i might actually do after the whole stunt you pulled earlier.”

“but it was fun, right?”

you were about to bite back, opening your mouth to split another snarky comment, but you were only left speechless once you saw the eagerness from his upturned lips, the crinkling of his eyes, and you couldn’t help but mirror his gleam

“yeah…it was pretty fun.”

mingyu hummed in satisfaction, returning to his previous agenda of picking out the last item on your list. “let’s finish up this trip,” he said, throwing in a number of the noodles into your cart before grabbing onto the handles, ready to move on to your next destination “where off to next?”

it was easy to weigh whether your decisions were right or wrong, and bringing your best friend along to your grocery trip was definitely both a right and wrong decision on your part. you lost a few screws in your head, maybe, as well as a few chunks of your patience. though, you definitely gained something else in between the aisles.

what that was will be left unsaid, for now.

a fond smile blossomed on your face, shaking your head before moving ahead of mingyu who started to trail behind you shortly after. he waited for you to speak, earnest in his gaze, and you nudged your head towards the orange carrot, resting peacefully inside the shopping cart.

“let’s go pay for your son now, yeah?”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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One Night🌙7

Warnings: noncon sexual acts (to be warned later in series), Angry Andy, kissing.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: One night changes your entire life.

for @kittykatlow‘s 200 Follower Celebration

Note: Alright, here’s chapter 7. Andy’s anger is finally at a head.

Hope you enjoy it. Thank you. Love you guys!

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Felicia waited for you on the patio of the restaurant. She already had a bright blue drink and waved to you as you approached the low barrier around the dining area. You sat across from her and cradled your purse between your leg and the arm of the chair. She handed you the drink menu and you sheepishly set it aside.

The waitress approached and asked for your drink order. You asked for a water and plated nervously with the corner of the menu.

“Water?” Felicia commented. “What are you, on a cleanse?”

You bit into your lip and glanced around. You couldn’t hide it forever. It was inevitable. But that didn’t make it any less embarrassing. You rubbed your cheek and leaned an elbow on the chair.

“I can’t…” You took a breath. “Why don’t you tell me how you’ve been before I get into it.”

“Wha-- uh, things are fine,” She gave you a suspicious look. “Benny and me are just fine. I’m sorry you couldn’t crash but… you back at your mom’s?”

The waitress returned with your water and you paused to give her your order. She took your menus and left you with a smile. You had a brief nostalgic moment for the diner thought it hadn’t been that long since you’d tendered your resignation.

“Yeah… it’s a long story.” You said. “Promise you won’t judge me.”

“When have I ever? Don’t you remember when I got us kicked out of that country bar?” She laughed.

“Ha, um, yeah, but…” You sighed and pressed your hands to your neck. “I’m pregnant.”

“What?” She chocked on her electric blue cocktail as she tried to sip. “Are you serious?”

“Kinda the reason my mom wanted me… out.” You sniffed.

“Well, where are you staying now?” She set her glass down. “Better yet, who the fucked knocked you up?”

You looked around, hoping no one was listening. Felicia didn’t make it hard to eavesdrop.

“You remember when we went to the bar after my hours got cut? I got pretty drunk and…”

“You cabbed home with me,” She argued.

“Uh huh, well it wasn’t-- It was at the bar. In the… restroom. We just, you know.” You lowered your voice and touched your hot cheek.

“Oh my god, I never would imagine-- you!” She trilled. “Oh, I’m sorry, I know it’s serious but… wow.”

“Yeah, it is serious. Mom kicked me to the curb because the asshole who knocked me up insisted on telling her. And he wants to keep the damn kid,” You huffed. “On top of that, he’s…” Married. You couldn’t say it. “Well, I’m staying at his place right now. Not really ideal but it’s a nice place. I guess.”

She blinked and sat back. She scoffed in disbelief.

“Wow. Wow. I… I’m sorry I’ve been awol. I didn’t--”

“You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you.” You said. “Not exactly a shining moment.”

“I can’t believe your mom kicked you out.”

“Can’t you?” You rolled your eyes. “And I quit the diner.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, uh, got more house at the cafe.” You didn’t want to explain to her it wasn’t exactly your choice. “Look, I didn’t come here to talk about it all night. It’s all I can think of and it’s all so… overwhelming.”

“Then we won’t,” Felicia chimed. “Do you remember a few years ago when Liza met that guy online and he took her to the Chuck E Cheeze.”

“Oh my god, yeah.” You laughed. “And they got food poisoning.”

“She ran into him again. She said they’re giving it a second try.”

“You’re not serious?”

🌙

You checked your phone as you finished paying the bill. You had a single message. From Andy, of course.

‘ETA?’ Simple, short. The usual tone.

‘Should be home shortly. Probably around 9.’ You answered, hating that you had to check in with him like a teenager. Yet, if it could appease him and keep him off your ass, a few placid words were worth it.

“So, what now?” Felicia asked as she stood.

“I should probably head home,” You fumbled with the strap of your purse as you hooked it across your body.

“It’s not even nine. Jeez, I know you’ve got a baby on board but that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun.” She sang. “Come on, save that for when the kid’s actually here.”

“I don’t know,” You hesitated.

Andy expected you at nine, and even if he understood you being a bit late, you really didn’t have the energy for a fight. But you weren’t a kid. You had every right to stay out past nine. Regardless of his house rules. Fuck him.

“Alright, fine, but… what are you thinking?”

“Drinks are a no and I don’t know if dancing is really a great idea but you should come back to mine,” She looped her arm through yours. “Benny’s out for the night but he left his Switch. When’s the last time I kicked your ass in Mario Kart?”

“Kicked my ass?” You scoffed. “That’s not how I remember it.”

“Must be pregnancy brain already,” She giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you, mama.”

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It was past eleven when you got in. You caught the last bus and hoped against hope that Andy was asleep when you got in. The sheer amount of messages that bubbled up on your screen assured you that he was not happy. You were reassured that the lights were all out, only the porch light remained on in expectation of you.

You unlocked the door quietly and eased inside. You closed it, muffling the click with your hand cupped around the handle. You turned the lock into place and dug out your phone, holding up the screen as a light as you faced the dark house. The lamp beside the couch bloomed with a yank of the chain as Andy sat up.

“You’re late.” He said tersely.

You cringed and lowered your phone.

“You didn’t have to wait--”

“I was worried sick. You said nine. It’s almost midnight.” He stood. “I couldn’t sleep. I drove all around looking for you. You couldn’t send me one text?”

“Sorry, I was… distracted.” You unlooped your purse and set it down on the round table beside the armchair, placing your phone beside it. “Next time, I’ll--”

“Next time? I gave you the rules. I was lenient with you and you do this.” His hands went to his hips the way they always did when he was angry. “There’s not gonna be a next time.”

“What do you-- you can’t-- you’re not my father. I wish you would stop acting like it.” You snarled. “Christ, you said you’d take your foot off the pedal, I wasn’t aware that meant it would land on my neck.”

“I have to work tomorrow! I have to make money so that I can pay for the baby! Not just a crib, or stroller, or car seat, but your hospital room and-- and-- clothes and--” He threw his hand up.

“I had two jobs. You made me quit one.” You hissed. “You can’t throw this in my face.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be living with your damned parents. If it wasn’t for me--”

“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be knocked up.”

“Takes two to tango, sweetie.” He spat. “You weren’t helpless. If you’re such a big girl, you can’t act the victim.”

“Fuck you!”

“That’s what got us into this mess,” He snapped.

Your nostrils flared as you swallowed down your anger. You grabbed your purse and phone, and shoved the latter in the former. You stormed past him before he could catch you and swept up the staircase. You went to the guest room as you heard him behind you and slammed your door. You flicked the lock into place and went through to the bathroom to lock that door. You returned to the bed room and started shoving clothes into a tote. You didn’t need him. You could find a way.

He pounded on your door. “Hey, what are you doing? Let me in.”

“Go away, Andy.” You hollered. “I’m leaving.”

“And where are you going to go?” He sneered through the door. “Huh? Not gonna look good for you living on the street with the baby.”

You ignored him and kept cramming your stuff into the bag. You winced as the door thumped. You turned as it jolted in the frame again and the third bang saw the latch broken and the wood slamming against the wall. Andy rubbed his shoulder as he stood in the doorway.

“You’re not going anywhere,” He charged towards you.

“Stop!” You stumbled back and the bag slipped to the floor along with your purse. “Andy!”

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you so that you fell onto the bed. You gasped as climbed atop you, holding himself over you as his nose almost touched yours.

“You’re scaring me,” You whimpered. “Please. Don’t hurt…” You touched his chest shakily. “The baby…”

“You think I’d hurt the baby,” He shook his head. “What the fuck have I been doing here?”

“I don’t-- Andy, please, get off.” You begged.

“Do you have any idea how fucking scared I was?” He got closer until his nose pressed to yours, until you could feel his breath on your lips. “I thought-- I thought something had happened to you.”

“Please, please, Andy, I’m--” The tears welled in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t feel--”

His lips smushed against yours and your hands were crushed between your chests as he kissed you fervently. You were stunned and light-headed. Your eyes rolled back as the room spun and you curled your fingers against him. You groaned as you tried to shove him away.

Finally, he parted but you still felt dizzy. Even laying down. Your head lolled as another wave rolled over you. Your eyes fluttered and your hands fell limp between your bodies.

“Help,” You murmured as you felt suddenly fatigued. “Andy--” Your breath went out of you and it felt impossible to get enough air. “Something’s wrong.”

“Fuck,” He pushed himself off of you and the bed bounced beneath you. “Fuck!”

He lifted you to your feet but you barely had the strength to stand. He wrapped his arm around you and led you to the door. You clung to him without thinking, afraid you would fall as your legs threatened to collapse. He scooped you up as you staggered and angled you through the door.

He carried you sideways down the stairs and bent awkwardly with you in his arms as he gathered up his keys and wallet.

“I’m sorry,” He uttered as he fumbled blindly with the door knob. “I’m sorry.”

Your head spun as it rested against his shoulder. You were inexorably tired. He got you outside and hurried to the car. He managed to get the door open and you slumped into the seat as he set your down. He buckled you up before he ran to close the front door and returned to the car.

The engine rumbled and he backed up sharply out of the driveway. The street lights blurred in your vision and you closed your eyes. Your heart was racing and yet you still couldn’t breath. You listened to the empty streets and the whir of the engine as you felt the car’s motion speeding ahead.

Flashes of reality tinged the haze which fell over you. The sound of the car door, ‘EMERGENCY’ printed in large red letters, voices, panicked and calm, a flurry of activity all around. And then it all just faded away and you were no longer so tired.

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You awoke to the sterile smell of the hospital room. The bright lights painted your vision in white and you looked over to the chair against the wall. The window was a dull grey as another Boston morning approached. Andy sat in the thinly cushioned chair, arms crossed, his chin lowered, breath steady.

You groaned as you brought your hand to your forehead. You felt heavy and your head throbbed but the dizziness had faded. Andy grunted as he sat up and stood quickly at the sight of your awakening. He neared and hit the button attached to the rail of your bed.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he touched your hand.

You pulled back and scowled at him. All you remembered was him on top of you, smothering you. And that night before, creeping in the dark, touching you.

The door opened and a nurse appeared. She smiled as she approached.

“You’re awake,” She said. “How are we feeling?”

“Tired,” You grumbled.

“Would you like some water?” She asked. “We do have to check your blood pressure quickly but we can get you something before the doctor comes to talk with you.”

“I’m fine,” You breathed. Your lungs no longer felt so thick. “What happened?”

“The doctor will go over everything,” She pulled the cuff free from the machine and wrapped it around your arm. “You’re okay. The baby’s okay.”

You nodded and let her scribble down the numbers. She left you after adjusting your bed to a sitting position. Andy hovered around you and you felt like smacking him and yet you were too weak for that. You let your head fall back and stared at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too--”

“Save it.” You croaked. “What did you expect, Andy? You know how fucking horrid it is? Having to tiptoe around you? Don’t you think it’s bad enough knowing I have this goddamn child inside of me? Sucking every ounce of energy out of me? I--”

You gulped as you suddenly felt like crying. You kept quiet and blinked away the droplets that threatened to fall. It was almost twenty minutes before the door opened again. The entire time, Andy kept pacing around your bed. His impatience made you restless.

“Hello, I am Doctor Ari-Hass,” The man in the white coat greeted as he took your chart from the plastic pocket. “You feeling alright, ma’am?”

“Better than I did,” You shrugged. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Nothing serious.” He assured you. “It is normal for many women to experience anemia during pregnancy. It seems you are one of them. An easy fix. Iron and folic acid should help.”

You nodded and shifted on the bed.

“However, you display an elevated blood pressure,” He peeked at the folder again. “It is early on but it would suggest a high risk of preeclampsia later on in your pregnancy. This is not to say that the baby is in danger as yet but it does put in a higher category of risk.” He explained. “That means we need to decrease stressors and you will be expected to monitor your blood pressure at home.”

“Okay,” You sighed.

“Do you work?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m a… a barista,” You said.

“Ah, yes, customers will be stressful, if possible, take an early leave from work, if not try to reduce your hours,” He suggested. “No heavy lifting. Avoid lifting at all, if possible. No running. Try to calm yourself when you feel anxious, meditation and breathing exercises as well.”

He smiled and glanced at Andy who listened intently, as if taking mental note of every word.

“And at the risk of being forward, I might add that… there are ways as a couple of relaxing,” He chuckled. “Orgasms reduce tension. Forgive my crudeness.”

Andy’s brow twitched and he cleared his throat. “Sure, we understand.”

“Good. Now you are all clear to leave. Your blood pressure is still higher than normal but it has shown improvement. I suggest rest. Lots of it.” The doctor closed your file. “And you can call and ask for me should you feel another episode coming on.”

“Alright, thank you,” You said.

He left you and you crossed your arms as you glared at Andy. You were both entirely deflated and inflamed by the news. Your job would be as good as kaput. You knew he wouldn’t let you go back and that meant more time with him. You sat up and rubbed your forehead.

“Let’s go,” You huffed.

“We should talk--”

“Not now,” You pushed down the rail and threw your legs over the side of the bed. “The doctor said to avoid stress.”

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blessedboo · 4 years ago

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Need [Pipe Down #2] | Oscar Diaz.

Oscar Diaz x Reader

Summary: You were supposed to get out of your post-breakup blues, but a certain someone clouded your mind all day. You decided to do something about it.

Requested: Yes (Thank you, my loves!)

Warnings: Cursing. Angst to fluff - fluff to smut (18+ Content) and then some more fluff.

Word Count: 4.6K

A/N: The reactions to Pipe Down were incredible. Y’all are so supportive, and fucking hilarious as well. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologize if it’s not that great; feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy reading this sequel, it’s dedicated to all of you. Love ya!

You and Izzy were walking arm in arm back to her car, chatting, laughing. Times like these made you feel grateful to have her in your life, someone you could always count on to be there for you and lift your spirits. Honestly, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself without your homegirl.

The laughter died down as you both sighed and continued walking in comfortable silence. You felt her eyes on you as she turned her head to face yours. She waited a few seconds before saying something, almost as if she was trying to read your thoughts.

“Alright, love. Be real with me now, are you sure you’re okay?”

You turned to face her and gave her a reassuring smile. “Of course, why?”

“You just seemed a little off back there. You’re usually downing mimosas with me by the minute, but instead you were staring off into space.” She paused for a second after saying that, abruptly stopping both of you in your tracks.

Her eyes widened as she side-eyed you, “Shiiit, you aren’t pregnant, are you?”

Your jaw dropped for a moment, shortly turning into a laugh as your head tipped back, shocked by her assumption.

“Girl, no. I do not have a baby in me. And if I did, trust me, you’d be the first one to know.”

“Well, my bad then,” she giggled.

After eventually getting in the car, Izzy thought it’d be nice to put the roof down, convertible style. Today’s light breeze and warm sun did you favors as your skin glowed and your hair flowed. You raised your arm up in the air, the brisk wind gently dancing around it as you jammed out to Brent Faiyaz, H.E.R and other R&B favorites.

You and Izzy sang simultaneously, screeching at the top of your lungs when it came to those high notes. It didn’t matter if it was good, it was a vibe.

Soon enough, the car began to approach your neighborhood. Izzy turned to you, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Wellll, where am I dropping you off to?”

”Where else? Home, babes,” you let out a small laugh and nudged her elbow for asking you that question.

“Mm, I know. But which one? Yours or your baby daddy’s?” She bit her lip and winked at you. “If you get what I mean ...”

Izzy knowingly wiggled her brows up and down, tongue in cheek. Your brows furrowed slightly as you shook your head at her, unsure of what she was implying.

It took you a good three seconds but Izzy knew you got the message when your eyes widened, rolling to the back of your head. She cheekily snickered at you as you did.

You gave her an unamused look and pinched the bridge of your nose, realizing she was referring to Oscar. And not just ‘Oscar,’ she referred to him as your “baby daddy”. Oh please, as if you’d ever let his fine ass him knock you up.

Would I?

You knew she was only teasing, but what she said started getting to you. It made you overthink and you didn’t like it.

“You know damn well he is not my baby daddy, nor will he ever be. We’re over, Iz - we have been for two weeks, you know that.”

She kissed her teeth and raised an eyebrow at you, dismissing your comment, or what she knew as your lies. She always saw right through you, you couldn’t fake anything with her even if you tried.

“Bitch,” she retorted with an annoyed inflection in her tone, “you can’t fool me. I put two and two together when I saw how you acted at brunch. No wonder, Spooky got you all in your feelings, and I’m sure it has something to do with whatever happened between you two this morning.”

“I-“

You were immediately cut off by her. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t done scolding you.

“You’re lucky I saved your ass from saying something stupid.”

You had a mini-flashback to the moment you and Oscar shared right before she picked you up. You remembered how vulnerable you got in his arms, ready to spill all the pain you’d been feeling. You didn’t notice you started to slouch, or the frown that appeared on your face just then. But Izzy did.

She looked away to gather her thoughts before turning back to you, lips pulled to one side as she gave you an empathetic look. She grabbed your hand and clasped her fingers over it to comfort you.

“You miss him, huh?”

You couldn’t lie to her or yourself anymore. You sighed, “I’m angry at him. I’m upset with him—“

“But ...” Izzy added.

“—But I do miss him.” You groaned as you tipped your head back into the seat. You really missed him, and that longing feeling to be close to Oscar again was eating you up inside.

Longing for him to eat me up instead.

“Told ya,” Izzy smirked triumphantly, you scowled back at her in return.

“Not now, dumb ass.”

She chuckled before continuing the drive to your block.

—

“Alright, we’re here.”

The rest of the drive was silent, so deep in your daydream that you completely shut yourself off from your surroundings.

You looked at the house she parked at, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Iz, you’re a good couple of houses away from mine. We aren’t even on the right side of the street, this is Osca-“

You blinked once.

Twice.

Thrice.

“Izzy.”

She was looking down to avoid eye contact, but still smiling ever so mischievously.

“Okay, don’t be mad, but—“

“IZ-“

“—BUT! I really think you should talk to him. You clearly aren’t over him, he probably isn’t over you. Both of you should stop being so stubborn, keep pride out of this, and have yourselves some bomb ass makeup sex.”

You whipped your head towards her, eyes bulging at the last remark.

“What? No sex? That’s cool too, that’s cool too. Maybe that’s just me then.”

You tried your best to stay annoyed at her, but you couldn’t help it. Your lips pulled into a smile as you admired your best friend. You let out a small chuckle before undoing your seat belt.

“I hate you.”

She grinned, “I know, I love you too.”

Izzy pulled you into a hug before you opened the car door and got out. You walked around, but she called out from behind as soon as you approached the lawn.

“Hey, wait!”

You spun your head around to look at her, forehead wrinkled as a questioning gesture.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” She exclaimed as she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, closed her fists, and did a back-and-forth pumping gesture with both arms at her sides to signal fucking.

Cheeks turning red, you palmed your face embarrassedly, “Oh God, please stop.”

Man, you really loved her.

You waved her off as she laughed, hurriedly making your way to Oscar’s front door before anyone saw that atrocity.

Here you were again for the second time today. Damn, he got you fucked up.

All that readiness you had a minute ago washed away, now being encompassed by anxiousness and self-doubt. Great, your favorite duo of terror.

Am I being too desperate?

This is a bad idea.

No, I love him. Just do it, coward.

At last, you raised your hand to the dreaded large plank of wood you stood in front of. “It’s now or never.”

One knock. Two knocks. And a third.

He’s fucking that blonde chick.

Abort mission.

Mayday! Mayda-

“Y/N ... Back so soon?” A shirtless Oscar leaned up against the doorframe, bright-eyed and flashing that sexy smirk.

In any other instance, you’d retort with a witty remark, fire back with some sass.

But this wasn’t any other instance.

You were hurting, and you were tired. You were tired of the lonely nights, tired of these mind games, tired of bottling it all up. Oscar took notice of your silence and the blank, but sad, expression on your face. He sensed something was wrong. He knew because he felt that way too. Regretting what he said, his features softened. His eyes drooped whilst muscles relaxed as he reached his arms out to you.

There were a million reasons to turn back around and run for the hills. Could you trust him not to break your heart again? Could you guarantee that everything will work out from that point on?

The truth is, you didn’t know.

But if there was anything you did know, it’s that if you ran now, you may never get this chance again.

You were hesitant, but you stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his upper arm; a silent invite for him to embrace you. The corner of his lips curved into a small, sad smile. Neither of you had to speak to be able to empathize with each other. You felt each other’s everything.

Pain. Frustration. Happiness. And everything in between.

That was the beauty of your relationship.

He lead you inside before wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into a tight, but tender, hug. The warmth of his bare body engulfed your entire being. Your hands followed suit as you moved them under his arms and clasped them onto each shoulder, your face tilted to fit like a puzzle piece in the crook of his tattooed neck.

You basked in each other’s silence as the comfort washed over you. It was dead-quiet in the house, and all you could hear were Oscar’s gentle breaths as he inhaled and exhaled on the tops of your cheeks. Along with the soft thumping of his heartbeat as he relaxed into you more and more as the moment went by.

As much as you appreciated the embrace, there were still probing thoughts that lingered in the back of your mind. You had questions and you needed answers.

“Oscar?”

“Hm?”

“Couch.”

“Okay.”

Removing yourselves from each other, you made your way into his living room. You sat side-by-side, not as close as a few seconds ago, but close enough to reach out for him just in case you needed to beat his ass.

You took a deep breath in before letting out a sigh that sounded like it was hidden in the depths of your body.

“You told me you were too busy to be with me. That you needed space. That it wasn’t the best time to be in a relationship, and that we weren’t right for each other anyway. Too different.”

“I know, I-“

“But earlier you tell me you miss me. A lot, might I add. How do you think that makes me feel? That’s frustrating and confusing as fuck, Oscar!”

“Y/N, I know. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. I knew I fucked up on that first night I spent without you. I was wrong, so goddamn wrong, and I hated myself for it.”

“So then why say it? Why, Oscar? We were doing so well, and then you drop the breakup bomb out of nowhere. And if you regretted it so much, why not talk to me the day after instead of ignoring me?”

“Because—“ He paused as he looked away. His open, expressive hands closing into a fist as he rubbed his thumb against the side of his index finger. This was a habit of his whenever he was anxious, annoyed, or anything of the sort. His nostrils flared as his eyebrows knitted together, lips curving downwards into a frown. You watched his actions intently, the battle he had with himself, his internal conflict, playing out in front of your eyes.

He sighed, “because I knew you’d be better off without me - in more ways than one. I’m a liability, nena. I bring more harm than good, to you and to Cesar.”

“—And with all that shit that went down with Cuchillos, I didn’t want you standing in the middle of the crossfire. I couldn’t risk anything happening to you, so I pushed you away. So yes, I did need my space to handle my shit without you, and yes, I was too busy … too busy to give you the attention we both needed. But I never stopped loving you, I just wanted to protect you.”

Oscar’s breathing was heavy as he closed his eyes, lids tucking in tightly after the release of this built-up resentment.

My baby was protecting me, and he was hurting in the process.

Lightning struck you at the center of your heart and made it shatter into a million broken fragments. Or at least that’s what it felt like. You ached for him. You always did knowing the life he was living, but now more than ever. Your eyes welled up with tears, your head dropping down.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t fix what I did, but I pro-“

You cut him off by clasping one hand over his nape, and another on the side of his face as you pulled him into a soft, sweet kiss. You didn’t do it out of pity. You didn’t do it to shut him up. You did it to reassure him, to calm his mind, to ease his blessed heart.

Prior to the two weeks of isolation, you were Oscar’s peace, and he yours. In a time he needed it most, he lost his peace, his only form of solace.

To say you felt bad was an understatement.

Your plump lips danced against his own. It was a tango of love and war. Longing, yet laced in suffering. The kiss was slow and sensual as the two lovers rekindled the flame that never truly died out. Beneath all that tenderness, both of your lips still fought for dominance.

To claim the upper hand, he grabbed onto your waist and propped you onto his lap. With the close proximity of your rhythmically moving bodies, you inhaled deeply as the aroma of beer, cologne and cigarettes tickled your nose. The smell was intoxicating, pure bliss, and only he could pull it off.

There were other things only he could pull off, like my clothes perhaps.

You could sense Oscar’s patience quickly dissipating with each taste of your soft, moist kisses. He couldn’t get enough of them, and two weeks away from them were two weeks too long. He lolled helplessly with his eyes clenched shut, in a trance of tongue.

As the kiss got more heated, a sweet moan erupted from your throat. You were soaking up every ounce of loving he was giving you, hypnotized by the way he held you, felt you, caressed you. Oscar smiled against your lips as a result, bringing his hand up to the back of your head as his fingers tangled and intertwined with your locks to deepen his motions.

You started to feel overwhelmed—in the best way possible—but he was, quite literally, taking your breath away. You unlatched your lips from his, both of you gasping for air simultaneously. You stared into each other’s eyes that glistened with lust and adoration. From the way you two were moving, you would’ve thought you had been away from each other for months. But that only seemed to prove the immense need and want for one another.

You stared at his now swollen, red, wet lips and giggled. He joined, chuckling as he saw your own, clearly enthusiastic at what he’d done to you. As he did, he brought a thumb up to wipe over your tear-stained cheeks.

“So ... does that mean I’m forgiven?” He asked sporting a cheeky, lopsided grin.

You licked your lips as you sat up on your knees, his thigh in between your legs whilst towering over him. Mindlessly, he ran his hands up your waist and down your hips, groping your thighs here and there ever so slightly.

“Hm,” you bit your fingernail pensively. Your eyes darkened with mischief as you thought of other ways he’d be able to make it up to you. You glared at him, biting your lip, “how badly do you miss me, baby?”

He smirked at your sudden burst of sexual prowess. “Badly, mamí.”

“Mm, what are you willing to do?”

“Anything.”

“Prove it. Prove that you missed me.” You coaxed, lust and desire laced your soft spoken voice.

And that was all he needed for him to unzip your shorts at a tantalizing pace, never breaking eye contact with you as he did. Maybe you deserved a little bit of teasing for the petty ‘mission’ you pulled earlier. You shimmied out of them impatiently, and he laughed at your attempt to hurry.

“What are you in a rush for, mamas? I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you,” he reassured you as he cupped your face before placing a small, chaste kiss on your lips.

You sighed, nodding your head. Your body relaxed as you lowered yourself onto his lap again.

“You’re right. Do your thing, my love.”

He pecked your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth and peppered light kisses along your jawline. You loved how romantic he was before devouring you or fucking you senseless - such a deliciously dynamic man.

He lifted your chin up to tilt your head back, giving him more access to the soft skin of your neck. Needless to say, you weren’t expecting his lips to brush up against the sensitive area below your ear as he licked you with a long, single swipe of his tongue.

Goodbye, Mr. Romantic and hello, Daddy.

He nipped and sucked, and nipped and sucked. Hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing all around your neck and down to your collarbone as one hand was wrapped gently, yet firmly, around your throat, right under your chin to hold it up. Your breaths were shaky, light moans rolled off your lips naturally, and a very apparent pool formed in your black lace panties.

Oscar unwrapped the knot of your top, letting the sleeves fall down your arms. His fingers slid on your smooth skin as he took it off completely.

“Damn, baby,” he whispered as he wishfully gazed at your breasts, passion shadowing over him. You placed your hands on his chest, nails lightly scratching the bare skin as you dragged them down. His lips parted in response, his excited heartbeats could be felt under your fingertips. From the heavy breathing to the glossy beads of sweat that glistened on his tanned skin, the atmosphere of the room got dense - air heavy, sexual tension thick.

With an expert flick of his fingers, your bra was on the floor in a matter of seconds. Oscar’s big hands were on your waist and back, ensuring there was no way to escape. Not that you wanted to be anywhere else anyway.

He wasted no time latching onto your right nipple, cupping your plump assets as he groped and squeezed teasingly. His tongue danced fluently over the swell of your breast, evoking a porn-worthy moan that reverberated against the four walls of the small room. The wet sensation combined with the tantalizingly sensual circular motions were heavenly.

“Oh God,” you whimpered breathlessly. Though, it would be best if you kept God out of your sexual endeavours.

Oscar didn’t forget about your left nipple as he alternated between pinching, tugging and rolling it in between his index and thumb. He brought his hand to his mouth, licking his two digits and then continuing his actions.

How considerate of him, you thought. He wanted to give both of your eager breasts the same type of attention, cute.

As you ground your hips against his thigh, subtly getting off from the pressure hitting your core, he felt the moistness that started to coat the thin fabric and your inner thighs. Your nipple left the warmth of his mouth and was now encompassed by the cool air. You shivered at the new sensation, instantly missing the feel of his lips as you pouted.

Smirking, he looked down, catching you in the act of your mini joyride.

“Naughty.”

You giggled, “Maybe a little.”

He hummed amusingly before gently pushing your chest backwards so that you could lay down flat on the couch. He crawled to hover over you, letting out a groan as he bit his lip and took in your current state. The woman he cherished was sprawled half-naked on the couch, swollen breasts rising up and down, looking up at him with big love-hazed eyes and plump pouty lips as you waited for him to please you.

In his eyes, it was the most angelic sight. You loved the way he looked at you as if you were the center of his universe. You smiled at him, following with a wink.

His face inched closer to yours as he gave you a sweet kiss before planting many of them on a trail from your neck, to the valley in between your breasts, and finally to the awaited destination.

He looked up at you through his gorgeous, long lashes. He kept that hungry glare pointed on you as he hooked his fingers into your waistband, dragging them down swiftly. Your stomach fluttered in anticipation. If it was even possible, your arousal got more wet at the thought of his mouth on your pussy. You wanted him so bad, it was painful.

“Please,” you pleaded. “I need you.”

That breathy whimper set him off. He didn't bother teasing the surrounding area as usual. He was starving, and he was gon’ feast like his life depended on it.

As he lowered himself, the cold metal of his cross grazed your lips. You jumped at the stinging chill, a sensation that amplified tenfold due to the already aching area.

He ran two fingers up and down your soaking slit, spreading the two lips, then rubbing them closer together, and repeating. As his fingers occasionally brushed along your swollen clit, your thighs would involuntarily clench at the sensitivity. He followed your body’s requests by rubbing the bud in gentle circles, applying just enough pressure to stimulate you. He would press down on it every now and then, which would really get you going.

At this point, you were already a whimpering mess for him and he loved it.

“You want more, nena?”

Unable to comprehend any words, you simply nodded. Now tugging and rolling at your throbbing bundle of nerves, “No no, I want you to tell me. Let me hear that voice.”

“Yes,” you whispered, “… M-more,” was all you managed to get out in a broken moan.

Oscar gripped your thighs as he dropped his head down to your core. You were immediately met with a long lick that flattened against your entrance, from bottom to top. You gasped at the moist feeling of his velvet tongue combined with the warm breaths that lingered on your skin.

He spread your legs wider and pushed your thighs back, allowing more access for him to hit all the right spots. His lips smothered your pussy with sloppy, deep kisses.

He was french-kissing the fuck out of your core, and your endless cries only encouraged him to keep going.

His tongue curled up to flick your clit rapidly before easing your pleasure with soft circular motions. Not wanting to lose his rhythm, he closed in on your pearl, sucking on it tenderly as his fingers wandered in between your folds.

“Oh Daddy… Fuck yeah,” you hissed.

“Mm, you like that?” He groaned.

“Yes! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” were only some of the obscenities that rolled off your tongue.

Well, his tongue was doing most of the rolling.

Your pussy was throbbing, aching for release. Breathless, you propped yourself up on one arm to get a glimpse of the action. Your fluids flowed out of you - it was ‘The Y/N River’ down there. They coated your walls, Oscar’s beard and definitely drenched the couch material under you.

But he didn’t mind one bit. In fact, it drove him wild. He lapped up your juices in quick, yet deliberate, movements of his tongue.

Feeling him do it was pleasurable enough, but watching his determination play out on your sex was a whole new level of sexy, and eventually brought you closer to release. Your back arched, your hips bucked and you were a moaning disaster.

“Fuck! Fuuuck! Baby … I- … Ah, shit! … I’m g-gonna come. Just like that, yes. Yes!”

Your orgasm was bubbling at the pit of your stomach. You were so close.

“Fuck. Come. Come for me, mamí.”

His mouth attacked your pussy greedily, fingers doing quick work of rubbing your folds in ‘figure eights’. He used two of his digits to spread your folds as he tongue-fucked you. One of your hands held onto the back of his scalp, while the nails of the other dug into his broad shoulder so deeply you were scared to puncture skin.

Him egging you on and praising you nonstop was the last straw. He grumbled against your soaked core as your thighs clenched together. His name left your lips in a cry, over and over.

Like a chant, or more so a prayer.

You shook and shuddered uncontrollably during your throes of passion, your back landing onto the couch from the euphoric exhaustion. Your head tipped back in ecstasy as he cupped your core gently, hushing you into a state of ease.

Your breaths became less heavy as seconds passed by. You sighed before slightly turning your head upwards, only to catch your man staring at you intently. A big ol’ cheesy grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

“Beautiful,” he hummed.

You shook your head, laughing at his cuteness.

When your legs somewhat regained their strength, you sat up and clung onto his torso. The both of you laid back upright on the couch. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder to bring you closer. Placing a hand on his chest, the beats of his heart drummed for you.

You smiled, and as if you communicated telepathically, you both looked at each other like lovestruck puppies.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Oscar.”

“Pase lo que pase?”

“Pase lo que pase.”

You cupped his cheek as your two lips connected. A sweet kiss to seal the deal.

“So what are we going to do about this?” He asked, gesturing towards the obvious tent in his pants. You rolled your eyes, not being able to resist a small laugh. “You always have to ruin the mood, hm?”

“What? I’ve got needs too, Y/N.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not letting you get off that easy. You’ve gotta work for it.” If looks could kill; he death-stared you down as his brows knitted together. “Eating you out ain’t enough?”

“Oh baby, no. That makes up for at least a week's worth. Cook me breakfast tomorrow, and you’ll be on the right path.”

He squinted at you unamusedly, along with slightly flared nostrils and lips pulled a straight line. “Seriously?”

“Very serious,” you raised your brow at him, sporting a cheeky smirk.

He groaned while running a palm over his face, an eye roll on display right after. “Fine. So spoilt.”

“Keep that attitude up, boy. I’ll have you sleeping on the couch too.”

He scoffed as his forehead wrinkled in disbelief. He bit down on his bottom lip as he shook his head at you. It wasn’t long before he was towering over you, grabbing you by the waist and lifting you over his shoulder - ass out, facing skyward.

You gasped before squealing as you smacked your hands against his back.

“What are you doing?! Let me down!”

“Nah. I make you come, and all of a sudden you’re bossing me around in my own house,” he retorted while sending a nice slap against your ass. “Must be out yo’ damn mind.”

Your bickering continued all the way into the bedroom. It was an evening of love and laughter, and there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Spanish translations - [Correct me if I’m wrong]

Pase lo que pase - No matter what / Whatever happens

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tchallasbabymama · 4 years ago

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who you are (T’Challa x Black!OC)

6,281 words

A/N: Damn I wrote a lot. So I want this to turn into a series based around music, but I haven’t figured out the series title yet. It’ll come to me.

As soon as the sun peeked out over the horizon Ashanti’s eyes blinked open. It was going to be a normal sweltering January day in Wakanda, so the merchant tribe girl took advantage of the cool morning air. She threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before putting on her running shoes and heading out into the world. She stood on her porch to stretch her muscles while she watched the sun begin to peek between the trees. Once she limbered up, she took off for her daily run around the streets of Birnin Zana. Her mind cleared as she processed her dream from the night before.

In her dream, a faceless man walked into her store and browsed for a long time before turning to face her. Ashanti was drawn to him. Her arms found their way around his neck and her lips met his. She felt a buzzing all throughout her body and her lips heated up like she had eaten hot peppers. Their breathing synched up and his hands roamed from her neck all the way down to her ass, cupping her cheeks and getting dangerously close to her dripping pussy. He introduced his tongue to her mouth and her knees buckled as she let out a desperate moan. Just as his right hand slipped under her skirt the sun rose and woke her from her utopia with her mystery man.

Ashanti kept a dream journal, and this one was one she wanted to have on record to come back to later. It felt like more than a dream, it felt too real for it to just be a dream.

Ashanti pushed through her run and made it back to her house in record time. When she walked in the door she could hear the sounds of her roommates finally rising for the day. Ashanti loved living with Kwame and Binta, and there was never a dull day around the house living with the two rambunctious fraternal twins. Both of their parents had died by the time they graduated high school, and the big empty house had been left to them. When the twins met Ashanti they had been looking for another roommate to make it feel like a home again, and it was friendship at first sight. They knew they had found a good match.

“Good morning Titi!”

“Ayy look who it is! How was the run today?”

“You wouldn't have to ask that if you’d join me,” Ashanti teased knowing damn well Kwame wasn’t one for non-sexual physical activity. Kwame rolled his eyes and shoveled more plantains onto his plate.

“Girl you know I don't do all that running mess. For what?!”

Ashanti and Binta giggled as they shared a knowing look and the older twin handed her a plate full of food that she had just whipped up while Ashanti was on her run.

The three of them had lived together since college and fell into their morning routine years ago. Ashanti would rise at the crack of dawn and go for her run, then Binta would get up and make breakfast which was somehow always ready by whatever time Ashanti got back and Kwame finally decided to join the land of the living. Ashanti asked her once how she had perfect timing every morning, and the twins responded in perfect unison.

“Magic.” “Magic.”

Ashanti never asked again, mostly because she couldn’t tell if they were serious or not. She wouldn’t be surprised either way.

Per their routine, Ashanti shoveled her food down and made her way to the bathroom for a shower. She turned on the water to let it warm up, and in the meantime she stripped down to her birthday suit and admired her body in the mirror. She had a love-hate relationship with her body for most of her life, but she found that the more she saw herself naked the more she loved what she saw. Ashanti wasn’t vain though, it was a self-esteem thing.

Once she tore her eyes away from her naked form she stepped into the falling water and just stood there for a moment letting it all wash over her. She grabbed her lemongrass and black soap bar and her loofa and went to town washing her body from head to toe.

Since she was a little girl Ashanti had a fear of singing in public, but when she was in the shower she never held back. Thankful for the soundproof vibranium-laced walls, she belted her heart out to her favorites. She even had a playlist just of songs to sing in the shower. Sometimes she would build a queue, but other times she would let the shuffle button have it’s way. This was one of those times.

This perception's got me restless I ain't dreamin' 'less you're there I supply what you require I need you like I need air You give me life with all the light you're shinin' Oh, there's no question It's evident that you would compliment the love you're not havin'

So how would you feel If I gave you somethin' real? If I told you I was serious I'm not spinnin' your wheels If I open up my heart Took a chance with you and maybe you can show me who you are

She carefully swayed her hips and sang along with Luke James, feeling every bit of the emotion in his words. The song made her feel warm inside like a first crush. That nervous yet adorable energy swirled around her as she reveled in the feeling of puppy love, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Ashanti had discovered western music when Wakanda opened itself to the world, and she wanted to personally thank King T’Challa for allowing the joys of R&B and other genres from across the diaspora into her life. The melodies and the beats were reminiscent of music from her home country in many ways, and she gravitated towards the love songs, songs about heartbreak, and ass-shaking music. She needed to feel it either emotionally or physically.

She could’ve stayed in that shower for hours if she had the time, but Ashanti had errands to run and work to do.

After getting dressed for the day, she grabbed her bag and flung it over her shoulder before heading back downstairs. Binta was lying across the couch staring at their newly installed hologram tv in contempt. Ashanti noticed it was playing some American reality show about rich colonizers that try to look like Black women.

Binta sucked her teeth.

“Can you believe this? Why do they look like that?!” Binta half yelled at Ashanti and half yelled at the screen.

“Because, girl look at us,” Ashanti gestured at her and her roommate’s beautiful assets and they both fell out laughing.

“You heading into work already? It’s barely 8”

“Yeah, I need to get some shopping done before I open up. Be good!” Ashanti pecked Binta on the cheek before sliding her shoes on and heading out the door for the second time that morning.

Ashanti walked through the bazaar and took in the sights and smells. She made quick work of her shopping list and even with being stopped to say hello to every other person she encountered on the way, she made it to her store in record time. She loved the energy of the marketplace as a little girl growing up in the Merchant tribe. When she was seven years old her parents, Chidi and Bisa Mostafa, opened up a restaurant, Zana Cafe, smack dab in the middle of the Birnin Zana Bazaar that’s been going strong for twenty years. When the shop owner from across the street grew too old to run her art supply store she sold it to the Mostafas for a low low price. There wasn’t another shop like it in the market, so Chidi and Bisa tasked Ashanti with keeping it running.

Ashanti eventually saved enough money to buy the shop next door and she transformed the space into a combination art gallery, supply store, and amateur marketplace. She wanted it to be a space where artists of all skill levels could come together, create, and even sell their work. She sold her own handmade crystal jewelry and had a children’s section full of finger paints and fun craft projects. The kids loved when she displayed their art along the shop walls. There was even a classroom towards that back of the multi-use space she used for community art lessons.

Ashanti had named the space after the first person to encourage her art, her umakhulu Taj. She missed her grandaddy more than anything in this world, and she dedicated her creative space to his memory. People from all over Wakanda knew of Taj’s, it being the only shop of it’s kind in all of Birnin Zana.

Chidi waved at Ashanti from across the street while he prepared the restaurant for the morning rush, and she blew him a kiss before stepping into her shop, her happy place.

She closed her eyes and smiled a warm smile before drawing the curtains and letting the light in. She turned on her music and danced around the shop, straightening up as she went. She still had that same Luke James song on repeat from earlier.

Did I mention, I love tension? No more stressin' when we touch My salvation, my temptation I felt safety in your clutch (clutch) Come save me now, just stick around No, you ain't gotta stay long How you make minutes pass like seconds I feel like I gotta hold on (hmm) So how would you feel If I gave you somethin' real? If I told you I was serious I'm not spinnin' your wheels If I open up my heart Took a chance with you and maybe you can show me who you are

A chill went down Ashanti’s spine as that warm fuzzy feeling filled her once more. Her face felt flushed and she kept grinning wider and wider as she shuffled around Taj’s, sweeping all the dirt out the back door. She went to sweep her stoop when the sight of the Dora Milaje caught her off guard. It wasn’t often that royalty made their way to the market, but she knew every shop owner would be clamoring to gain whoever’s attention. She kept sweeping then opened her shop doors wide before heading back inside.

Before she could make it halfway back to her spot at the front counter, she heard the chime that alerts her when new customers enter.

“Hi, welcome to Taj’s, what can I-”, her voice caught in her throat when she turned around and saw the king flanked by two of his Dora Milaje. She noticed two more stationed at the door and looked past them to see her nosy parent across the street staring into Taj’s to get a glimpse of what's going on.

“Kumkani wam.”

Ashanti saluted King T’Challa and a deep rumbling erupted from his chest before he cracked the most adorable crooked smile.

“Please, none of that.”

____________

Mornings in Birnin Zana were always calm and quiet until about 10am when the whole city woke up and went on about their day. This wasn’t the case for King T’Challa who preferred to start his day at 6. It was the only time he could really have to himself without interruption. He would always go for a run around the palace grounds or out into the lush Wakandan forest right as the sun poked out above the trees.

Another thing people didn’t know about the King of Wakanda is that he loved to cook. As a boy he spent so much of his time hanging around the kitchen staff they jokingly put him to work one day and he took right to it. Not only did T’Challa love mornings because of the solitude, he loved mornings because of breakfast. It was his favorite meal of the day. When he was a teenager he often cooked breakfast for his family, but as an adult it’s something he only had time for sparingly. He always had a meeting or a mission or something important and unavoidable in the way.

However, today he had the time because he had taken the day off. As king he answers to nobody but Bast and the people of Wakanda...but there are a lot of people and a lot of problems to solve so sometimes the king needed a day to himself. T’Challa trusted his sister and his cousin to keep things running smoothly in his absence,and he made them swear to only contact him if the country was about to collapse.

These would be a beautiful 24 hours.

After making his way back to the palace he quickly showered and threw on some clothes for the day. T’Challa felt relaxed being dressed-down and thought about maybe doing it more often. The royal robes were so stiff.

The king slid into the kitchen with a smile on his face, humming to some American song he couldn’t get out of his head but didn’t know the words to. He scooped up some mandazi the kitchen staff had left for him and took a bite while he rummaged through the refrigerator looking for whatever called to him. T’Challa found what he was looking for and got to work dicing and mixing and grating his ingredients. He had just thrown a pinch more of cardamom in the pancake batter when his mother strolled in.

“Mholo, unyana wam!”

“Good morning to you too mother,” T’Challa chuckled at the Queen Mother’s jovial mood.

He kissed her cheek and flipped the pancakes on the griddle. He turned around just in time to catch Ramonda taking a swipe of the batter.

“Mama you should know better. What kind of role model are you for your young impressionable daughter?”

“Hush, child”

The two smiled and settled into a comfortable silence while T’Challa sautéed up fragrant vegetables, making Ramonda even more impatient. Just as she was about to ask T’Challa how much longer until they could eat, her young impressionable daughter rounded the corner looking like she had been caught in a tornado. That was the normal for Shuri, a notoriously wild sleeper.

“Good morning mother, Gap Tooth,” Shuri yawned. “ Where’s Braille?”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at his little sister’s nicknames and cracked eggs into the pan.

“You know that boy only shows up right when the food is do-“

Ramonda was cut off by the doors opening and Prince N’Jadaka strolled in with sunglasses on and the same clothes they saw him wearing when he left last night.

He noticed all three sets of eyes were glued to his hungover form. He was surprised when instead of admonishing him for his obviously very unroyal behavior they all broke out into laughter. He couldn’t help but smile himself.

“Long night?”

“Man you already know, we’ll talk later when there aren’t sensitive ears around.”

The two male cousins dapped each other up before N’Jadaka kissed his Auntie and little cousin on their foreheads.

“Mornin’ Auntie, Rugrat.”

“Mholo Daka.”

“Topographic map.”

Even T’Challa had to give her that one.

The family of four sat down and enjoyed the home-cooked meal of spiced plantain pancakes drizzled with honey, an egg and vegetable scramble, cheese grits, spicy sausage, and fresh fruit.

T’Challa loved seeing the look of satisfaction on people’s faces when they eat his food almost as much as his family loved eating whatever he put in front of them. It was the perfect symbiotic relationship.

After breakfast, T’Challa hung around and chatted with his family while they cleaned the kitchen. They never let him do this part, and since none of the Udakus were big on relying on the palace staff for every little thing, the prince, princess, and Queen Mother of Wakanda rolled up their sleeves to do some quick manual labor. Shuri and Ramonda washed and dried the dishes while N’Jadaka wiped down the table and countertops. He finished and the two male cousins went to take a walk around the gardens.

The second they stepped outside the palace T’Challa pulled out a blunt of the finest Wakanda kush and lit the tip. He pulled the smoke into his mouth and let it float up to his nose. He inhaled and then exhaled the smoke as he felt it take effect. He passed it to N’Jadaka and started talking.

“Last night…?”

N’Jadaka took a hit.

“My nigga...so you remember that hot lil river tribe thang I told you about?” T’Challa nodded as N’Jadaka handed him the blunt.

“So I take her out, right? Tell me why, we get to the restaurant she starts acting brand new? Turns out, this whole time we been smashing she’s trying to lock this down. So I paid for dinner and had Aneka take her home-“

“So where did you end up staying all night?”

“With the waitress.”

T’Challa stopped walking and glanced at his cousin before they both broke out into a fit of giggles.

They continued to walk and talk and pass the blunt back and forth. As they neared the palace doors the blunt had burned down to the roach. The two “went for a walk” so much they had it timed perfectly.

“So what you got planned for your day off?”

“Absolutely nothing,” T’Challa said, grinning from ear to ear. “And it better-“

“Stay that way, yeah yeah nigga I know. The Brain and I got this, go enjoy your day. Do some shit you haven’t done in a while. Be lazy. Make something. Get some pussy.”

T’Challa cut his eyes at his slightly younger cousin but couldn’t deny the truth in his statement. It had been a while for all of those things and damn did he miss them.

He clapped N’Jadaka on the back and turned to walk in the other direction.

“Good idea, umzala.”

“Which one?...Aye I know you heard me witcho supersonic hearing ass…”

T’Challa just chuckled and flipped off his cousin as he rounded the corner.

“Don’t ruin my country while I’m gone!”

“I should burn it down again just for that.”

T’Challa roamed the Birnin Zana Bazaar with his Dora Milaje for the first time in at least two years. Yes, he was a busy man with very little leisure time, but the Bazaar also held a lot of memories that the king would rather not revisit. As he passed the winding staircase he sighed, thinking of his former lover Nakia. She was off living a happy life in America with her girlfriend Janelle and their two goofy looking dogs, and he was genuinely happy for her. He and Nakia had love for each other, but they eventually realized they weren’t in love and decided to split. The memories were bittersweet.

The king decided he would pay an old friend a visit. Growing up, T’Challa only had his father. His biological mother died in childbirth, and since his father didn’t meet Ramonda until he was 12, the only mother he knew as a young child had been his nanny Ada.

She was a firecracker of a woman who never let him get away with anything, and he loved her with his whole heart. She was still an unofficial member of the Udaku family with an open invitation to visit the palace whenever she wanted. T’Chaka and Ramonda had tried to offer her a room in the palace but she refused, saying, “It’s too quiet here.” After she hung up her nanny hat, Ada became an entrepreneur. She had always loved arts and crafts so she opened up an art supply shop in the middle of the Bazaar, thanks to a hefty check from the Udakus. T’Challa used to love visiting Ada’s shop, but when she grew too old to care for it anymore she sold it and he hadn’t yet seen what became of it. He decided he’d stop by the shop before visiting Ada.

People were everywhere, but T’Challa loved the hustle and bustle of the city. Many of the past monarchs avoided mingling with the public more than necessary, but T’Chaka had taught his son the value in spending time among the people. In fact, T’Challa’s favorite part of being king is when he makes his rounds to visit all the tribes.

The king and his Doras strolled through the market, periodically stopping to converse with excited children.

They rounded the corner of the main streetway and he noticed a woman sweeping the stoop in front of what was Ada’s shop. He watched the sway of her hips and tried to read her lips to figure out what song she was singing. As he got closer he could just make out her angelic voice singing over the acoustic guitar in the unfamiliar song. She had a dreamy smile on her face that made her deep dimples come out of hiding, and when she turned around to head inside the shop he noticed the thickness of her ass and thighs.

“Bast have mercy.”

His feet automatically carried him into Taj’s, and when she turned around to face him his knees nearly buckled. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen.

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Ashanti felt her cheeks heat up. She couldn’t believe the king was in her shop of all places.

“My apologies, your highness,” she stammered and the broom fell out of her sweaty hand.

Before she could even reach for it, the king had already lifted the old broom from the floor. He passed it to her and when their fingers brushed against each other they both felt static in their fingertips, though neither of them broke their poker faces.

“Truly, it is not a problem.”

T’Challa tore his eyes from hers and looked around the multi-use space. His eyes and eventually his body gravitated towards the childrens’ artwork along the walls, taking it all in with an adorably crooked smile.

“How long has this shop been open?”

“Coming up on two years now...your highness.”

“No need for all the formalities miss…”

“Ashanti Mostafa, my kin- I mean, um, sir,” Ashanti stumbled over her words, unsure of how to address the royal.

“I took the day off so just call me T’Challa, Miss Ashanti,” he winked and continued around the space.

“Is Taj in today?”

“No, Taj was my umakhulu. He died five years ago, so when I got this place I named it after him because he’s the one who taught me how to draw and paint and mold clay...he shared his love of art with me, so I’m paying it forward with all this,” Ashanti gestured outwardly.

T’Challa was in awe of her. He listened to her story and walked towards the artist marketplace section of the shop. His eyes gravitated towards a golden vibranium filigree choker with an intricately wrapped garnet pendant.

“These pieces are beautiful, I would love to get one for my mother and my sister. Does the artist take custom orders?”

“They will for the king.”

“Well sometimes being royalty has its privileges. Ayo, will you get the artist’s information from Miss Ashanti here?”

Ashanti couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was almost stunned to silence. The king liked her pieces.

“Actually your hi-,” she was stopped by a playful warning look from the king.

“T’Challa, I’m the artist.”

T’Challa became more and more enamoured with the shop owner every time she spoke. She was beautiful, talented, and her aura seemed to cover everything in its reach with her warm glow. He would definitely be visiting the Bazaar more often.

Ashanti rounded the counter and fiddled with her rose gold kimoyo beads before her other designs were projected in the air in front of the king.

“I thought you said you painted and molded clay. This is certainly not that,” he leaned on the counter as his Doras shared a knowing glance.

“That’s just how I started,” Ashanti explained. “I still paint sometimes when the mood hits, but nowadays I mostly craft jewelry. Oh I just got into beading, and you wouldn’t believe how sore my fingertips are.”

In that moment it took all of T’Challa’s willpower to keep from reaching out and kissing her calloused but delicate fingers.

Ashanti unconsciously leaned in closer to the king.

“So what brought you to my humble shop, T’Challa? Bast, it feels so weird to call you that.”

T’Challa chuckled, and Ashanti nearly blushed again from the deep rumbling.

“You’ll get used to it eventually. As I mentioned before, these pieces are beautiful. I would like to commission two. What is your price?”

“Two hundred a piece.”

“I’ll give you one thousand.”

Ashanti’s eyes blinked and her smile gradually crept up her chubby cheeks. The two went back and forth for over an hour over the details of the necklaces before the king bid the shop owner adieu with the promise to return in two weeks. Before he reached the door he turned around, almost catching her staring at him.

“I forgot to ask. Miss Ashanti, do you normally play the same song on repeat in the store?”

Ashanti hadn’t even noticed Luke James’ “Who You Are” had been playing ever since she opened her doors. Her mind had been clouded by the king’s powerful aura and kind eyes, and the only sound that mattered in that moment was the smoky melody of his voice. She blushed yet again.

“I don’t normally, but something had me a little distracted today,” she winked at the king. “The artist is Luke James, one of my favorites from America. You should check him out if you like what you hear.”

Her eyes locked onto his and he smirked.

“I’ll do just that.”

---------------------------------- A week passed and both Ashanti and T’Challa had listened to that same song on repeat more times than they could count. Neither one could understand how they had become so smitten with the other in a 90 minute time span.

Even the people around them had begun to notice the changes in their behavior. Unsurprisingly, the first two to say something were N’Jadaka and Kwame.

N’Jadaka slipped into T’Challa’s office after the council meeting wrapped up. His cousin had spent the last hour settling land disputes and was in desperate need of a break. They were too busy to take a walk, so T’Challa poured two generous glasses of the strongest palm wine in Wakanda. It wasn’t enough to make them drunk since the heart shaped herb running through their veins burned off alcohol too quickly for one glass to cause any damage. They’d have to drink a bottle a piece to even start to have a good time. However, they felt the effects of cannabis and psychedelics just like anyone else.

“What’s got you smiling so much? It’s starting to get creepy, you looked way too happy during that land dispute and I know you hate doing that shit.”

“I don’t know what-”

“You're really gonna lie to me? Your favorite cousin? I’m hurt.”

T’Challa rolled his eyes at his least favorite cousin’s dramatics.

“You are my only cousin, N’Jadaka. And besides, I really do not know what you mean, I have just been in good spirits lately.”

“Mmmhm. You got some pussy, didn’t you?”

“No.”

“You sure? Because you're acting like you got some pussy.”

On the other side of Birnin Zana, Kwame watched Ashanti glide around the living room with a dreamy smile on her face.

“Girl I know you’re not that happy about dusting. Spill.”

“What?” Ashanti giggled. “I’m just in a good mood today, it’s been a good week at the shop.”

Kwame cut his eyes at her and pursed his lips. He didn’t believe a damn thing she said. Binta told him she had seen Ashanti humming and slow dancing in the kitchen the other day, so he knew something had to be up.

“Did you get some dick? Or some pus- nah that’s a dick face right there.”

“Who’s a dick face?” Binta came in and grabbed some coconut water from the fridge.

“Apparently I have ‘just got some dick’ face,” Ashanti responded with an eye roll.

“Yeah you’ve had it for about a week now. Spill.”

“That’s what I said, twin!”

They did their annoying twin handshake and turned back to Ashanti.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, it’s just been a good week at the shop.”

Ashanti tried to get back to her dusting, but they wouldn’t let her.

“Nuh uh girl, get to talking.”

“B…”

“We’re waiting…”

Ashanti rolled her eyes so hard they almost got stuck, or so her mom would say had she seen it.

“Ok, fine! This man came into the shop the other day and had me blushing like a sixth grader with her first crush. He was just so...fine, and smooth, and sweet…”

Ashanti drifted off into a daydream while the twins sat there taking it all in. Kwame was the first to speak.

“Titi, your nose is wide the fuck open. Did you get his name, tap beads, something?!”

Ashanti couldn’t admit she had a crush on the king. For one, she was a little embarrassed because she knew how foolish she looked pining after a royal who could never return the sentiments. Secondly, if she told them she would never hear the end of it.

“Uh, his name is...Amare.”

Binta’s eyes went soft.

“Amare, I’ve always loved that name. What’s he look like?”

“Like Bast carved him out of vibranium.”

Kwame and Binta look at each other again.

“Like I said...wide open. So when are you opening those legs too?”

Ashanti tried to look busy.

“I’m uh, not sure if he’ll be back. His accent sounded American.”

She knew that would get them off her case. Ever since T’Challa announced Wakanda’s riches to the world they had opened up their doors to the Lost Tribe. For the last two years, Black people from all over the globe had travelled to Wakanda, so it would be an easy cop out for Ashanti.

“Well damn girl, you finally get a man and this is how it goes...maybe one day the king will allow outsiders to move here permanently and you can get your Prince Charming.”

“Heh, maybe. So what’s for dinner?”

——————-

Another week passed and the day had come for Ashanti and T’Challa to see each other again.

Both of them were nervous beyond belief, but only one of them had someone to confide in.

“I’m telling you, T, just be cool. Plus, you’re the king, she’d have to be an idiot to say no.”

T’Challa had planned to ask Ashanti out on a date. He couldn’t get her out of his head the whole two weeks they were apart, and he took it as a sign from Bast that she was something special.

He was nervous to see her again and he hoped it didn’t show on his face.

Right in the center of the Birnin Zana Bazaar, Ashanti fiddled with the custom necklaces she made at the king’s request. She hoped they were good enough for royalty and her nerves started to get the best of her. Her hands shook and her breathing sped up. She took a deep breath then walked out her shop and across the street to her parents’ restaurant. Her mom was the first to greet her.

“Hi honey, what brings you over to our side of the street?”

“Bisa you know the girl wants something!” Chidi yelled from the supply closet.

“Hush!”

“Hello to you too baba!” Ashanti laughed at her father’s antics.

“I’m just nervous. The king is coming back today...what if he hates them? What if Queen Mother or Princess Shuri hate them?!”

Ashanti started to get worked up again and Bisa rubbed her back in slow circles. Chidi brought her a cup of tea and the three of them sat outside the cafe in silence while she calmed down.

“Sweetie, it’ll be ok. He wouldn’t have commissioned the pieces if he thought they wouldn’t like them. And he’s seen your work, how could he not like it?! If so he’s a fool.”

“Baba! This is the king we’re talking about.”

“I don’t care! Anyone who can’t see my baby’s talent isn’t worth my respect.” He kissed her on her forehead and when he opened his eyes he noticed the women in red coming around the corner.

“Someone’s early…”

Ashanti looked confused for a moment before her mother gestured for her to turn around.

There stood the king and his Dora Milaje.

Bisa and Chidi quickly stood and saluted the king, Ashanti giggled and they looked at her in disbelief.

“That is unnecessary, please.”

“We are sorry, my king. Welcome to our restaurant, we are Ashanti’s parents. I am Chidi Mostafa and this is my wife Bisa.”

“We are so honored to have you.”

T’Challa reached out and shook their hands, shocking the older Mostafas.

Ashanti wondered if she looked this starstruck last time...she concluded she probably did.

However, this time when she stared at him she made sure to take in all his features. The faint crinkle around his eyes and his frown lines reminded her of their slight age difference and the stress of his job. His big bright eyes made him look like a puppy and his gap-toothed smile leaned perfectly to the left.

“Unfortunately I cannot stay long, I have other business to attend to that I cannot get out of. I do hope to see the two of you again, but I believe Miss Ashanti here has something for me.”

“I sure do. Mama, Baba, I’ll swing by later.”

She kissed their cheeks and walked shoulder to shoulder with the king to her shop across the street.

“I have had your parents’ food before, in my opinion it is the best in all of the Bazaar. You are very talented people, Miss Ashanti.”

She was getting really tired of blushing, but it happened again.

“Thanks T’Challa. So, um, let’s get to it so you can get to your important kingly duties.”

They shared a smile.

She pulled out two large velvet boxes and opened them. Sitting among the silk were two necklaces that were more beautiful than T’Challa had imagined.

Shuri’s necklace featured a rough sapphire gem wrapped in wire hanging from a structured v-shaped vibranium collar. The stones set in the vibranium gave the necklace an ombre look as the stones grew lighter and lighter all the way down to the sapphire. The necklace would land about mid-chest on the princess, and T’Challa just knew she’d love it.

Queen Mother’s necklace was even more intricate and more like the necklace he had seen his first time in the shop. The gold filigree collar necklace was dripping with small gems hanging from every loop, with one large ruby set in the middle.

“Miss Ashanti…” T’Challa barely breathed out.

“Oh no, You hate them.”

“No, no! Quite the opposite actually. They’re beautiful, I-I’m speechless.”

Ashanti breathed a sigh of relief.

“As I mentioned before, you Mostafa’s are very talented…and beautiful.”

Ashanti gasped. There was no way…

“My king?”

“What? It is true. You are a very beautiful woman Ashanti, among many other things.”

That damn song started playing in her head and her smile pushed her dimples deeper the larger it grew.

“Thank you, T’Challa. You’re...alright looking.”

They both had to have a laugh at that one.

“Just alright?” He leaned in closer to her across the counter.

“Hm, maybe”

“Will you let me change your mind?”

“How would you do that?” She asked, leaning closer and getting a whiff of the cocoa butter on his skin.

“If you’d accompany me for a night out tomorrow evening I could show you.”

Ashanti froze and backed up. For a minute there she almost forgot who he was, but she had to remind herself that he wasn’t just a cute customer. He was the king, and he had to have been out of his Bast-given mind.

Unless this was something he did often.

“My k-, T’Challa...If you are looking for someone to play with and discard, I suggest looking elsewhere. I’m sure there are plenty of your subjects lined up in waiting for the bachelor king to swoop them up.”

Ashanti immediately regretted her words, but they just seemed to tickle T’Challa.

“Miss Ashanti, I am not that kind of man. I believe you have me confused with Prince N’Jadaka.”

Ashanti snorted. She had heard many stories about the prince and sort of assumed all royals behaved in such a manner.

“Besides I am much too busy to play the field since becoming king. Had you known me 5-10 years ago it would’ve been a different story.” T’Challa winked and noticed her look away to hide her smile. She remained silent.

“Please, it would bring me great joy to see you again. If not I will leave you alone. Just think about it.”

He tapped his black and purple kimoyo beads to her rose gold ones.

“There, now you have my contact information. It’s my direct line, please feel free to use it.”

With that he turned and left the shop. Ashanti had to pinch herself to make sure she was awake. After a minute it started to sink in that the king of Wakanda had asked her on a date.

“That really just happened.”

She stood there in a daze and was only pulled out of it when a customer walked into the shop.

“Welcome to Taj’s!”

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Chapter 2

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #t'challa #t'challa x oc #playlist

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years ago

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Dinner for Three

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Valerie Lord x Black!Fem!Reader

OneShot: This is just a non-canon fic! This is basically placed AFTER the timelines of this fic, just a fun little side ficlet surrounding you and the lords after yall get together in celebration of Valentines day!

*If you want to read the rest of the fic so far here's a link to my masterlist where you can find Rip Out Our Seams & Stitch Us Together*

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: profanity, some groping going on and kissing. That's about it! Fluff and talking of self-worth.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, you decide to treat Valerie to a nice homecooked dinner, Maxwell joins you when he returns home from work.

If the formatting is fucked im sorry tumblr fucked this like three times today im just trying to get it POSTED for you all.

Tag List: @captainsamwlsn @themarcusmoreno @cinewhore @thesadvampire @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa @readsalot73 @holographic-carmen @honestlystop @thecrimsonsquire @phoenixhalliwell @that-chick212 @phantomnae @goldafterglow

If I forgot to tag you I'm so sorry please let me know!

Notes: BIG thank you to @ficsilike-reblogged who bought me a kofi! I know i was meant to do asomething shorter but i couldn't help myself! Also my usual big thanks for the ever lovely @teaofpeach for editing for me you are an absolute treat my dear ily <3

(i coudn't find any good lasagna gifs the TRAGEDY)

“What in God’s name are you wearing?”

You turned around at the shocked voice to see Valerie standing in the kitchen doorway, red painted lips dropped open.

You grinned and planted your hands on your hips with pride. “My Valentine’s Day outfit! You don’t like it?”

Her face fell flat as she looked you up and down; the main culprit of her disdain was the shirt you wore, buttoned neatly and covered in hearts. “Hon, you look like a cartoon character.”

You wiggled your brows. “A sexy cartoon character?”

“Remind me again why I love you?”

Hearing the word ‘love’ from Valerie Lord would never not send your heart into a frenzy. It had been months since the gala, since they had told you about their feelings with courage brought on my champagne and their own confessions to one another.

They finally had each other, why couldn't they have you as well?

Of course, that didn’t mean there wasn’t a… learning curve. When it came to the relationship, Valerie was bad at sharing her feelings. Sure, she’d say when she didn’t like somebody, or when she thought certain food tasted bad or when Maxwell’s new cologne smelled like rat shit. But she wouldn’t tell you when she was sad, insecure or felt like she wasn’t enough for the both of you.

Maxwell was too concerned with the outer view of the relationship, as he had been with Valerie since they got married. It was suspicious of course, for him to be seen leaving with a “mystery woman” without his wife around, so he took certain precautions. When out and about, he would take too much time fretting over the cameras and questions than you.

These precautions nearly cost them your relationship, their sweet girl who brought them together and showed them love and care and made them realize while they couldn't live without each other, they couldn’t live without you as well.

But now, they knew this. That you weren’t a fling who could be replaced. Your nimble fingers had stitched their beating hearts back together with a golden thread they wouldn’t dare untie from your own.

You turned away from the heiress and back to the stove as you stirred the red sauce in front of you.

“As abhorrent as that shirt is-” Her voice purred in your ear as her arms slid around your waist and pulled your back flush against her- “I love you in those jeans.”

You chuckled and kept your eyes on the task at hand as you slowly stirred. “As much of a compliment that is, Mrs. Lord, why don’t you keep those hands to yourself until I put this on the stove, alright?”

She hummed, contemplative before pressing her lips to the crook of your neck. “So mean to me baby.”

Her hands toyed with your belt loop, a painted nail hooking your shirt and slowly sliding it out from where it was tucked.

You sucked in a sharp breath. “Valerie.”

“What? Can’t I show my pretty baby some love on Valentines day?”

“Not while I’m cooking on a hot stove, little-miss-gropey.” A quick slap to her wrist with the wooden spoon made her yelp and yank her hands away from you.

“Bitch!”

You turned and pursed your lips. “Aww, poor baby, want me to kiss it better?”

She grumbled under her breath, taking in the splattered food on her wrist from the spoon before swiping her finger through it and bringing it to her mouth.

“Maybe you can kiss my ass instea- Oh, damn that’s good.”

Her eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of such a high and mighty woman licking the back of her hand.

“Is that-”

“Basil?” She hummed at the taste. “I’m glad you enjoy it. It’s my father’s recipe.”

Valerie watched you as you cooked. Methodically adding each ingredient while humming along to the radio and swaying from side to side.

“You don’t talk about him much.”

Valerie knew you were different than her and Maxwell. Your childhood wasn’t full of flashing cameras, propping questions, and hiding tears behind fake smiles to reporters. When your father was brought up in conversation, you didn’t bristle or change the subject. You would smile.

She wasn’t jealous of that joy. That love you had from your family. She’s grateful for it, that amongst the struggles you had, there was also support and happiness.

“He doesn’t come up in conversation often.” Valerie’s hands once more wrapped around your waist, but simply settled at your hips. Her body was flush with your own and she let her head rest on your shoulder, gently swaying with you as you continued to cook.

“Tell me about him.”

She saw the small smile that graced your lips, mourning and grateful all at once as you spoke of him.

“He used to say that as people, we’re a collection of those around us. The ones we’ve loved. All their little mannerisms and tics become a part of who we are. And that we do the same for other people who love us.”

As you slowly set the pasta onto the bottom of the pan and began to layer the sauce, she wondered who you were an amalgamation of. Was the way you tilted your head back as you laughed from an old flame?

Was the way you sang and shook your hips from a best friend when you were young, who you wished had been more?

Were the soft kisses you press to the tip of their noses something given to you? Or an act of love learned by watching your parents?

Did you have anything of hers? Of Max’s?

Did they have anything of yours?

“I see it in you and Max, yanno.” You stepped back to open the oven and settle the pan on the top rack before shutting it. “You both do a lil’ nose scrunch when you get angry.”

“What?” She drew back from your body, unintentionally wrinkling her nose in the process. “We do not.”

You pulled her close to your body again. Your arms settled around her waist as you slowly moved side to side. You hummed along to the smooth voice of Grover Washington Jr. that danced from the radio and filled the large kitchen, empty except for the two of you.

“Sure do. You're also both very boujee-”

“Hey.”

“A touch temperamental-”

“I’ll give you that one but-"

“As well as emotionally constipated-”

“Excuse me?”

“And yet-” You hummed, letting your head drop forward to rest against hers, nose bumping against hers in a gentle caress- “I can’t help but love you both every damn day.”

Her blue eyes widened, before she groaned and shoved her face into your shirt.

“You fucking sap.” She lifted her head to yours and kissed you. The melody curled around you as she wrapped her arms around your neck and tugged you flush against her. A soft moan broke from her lips as you ran your hands over the plush skin of her ass.

You pulled away long enough to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, giggling when her face scrunched up in response. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Val."

Valerie Lord never thought she’d have this. This love and security. The ability to smile and kiss and dance on a Sunday night in the arms of a lover. She didn’t think she’d ever have a day where she felt love, a love she wasn’t afraid to admit.

Especially to two people.

The pair of you danced in silence, listening to the lyrics that serenaded the way you spun her and the laugh that bubbled up her chest her perfect, pinned, blonde curls came loose.

And darling when the morning comes

And I see the morning sun

I wanna be the one with you.

When Maxwell came home, he noticed how quiet the house was. No chatter or footsteps along the hardwood floors. He knew what day it was, of course he did. He wasn’t an idiot. Valentine’s Day wasn’t a special day with the Lords. It never had been.

But of course, that was before they met you.

Maxwell never saw that love with his parents. His mother was cold and cruel, and while his father was a good man, he knew he didn’t love her. He didn’t blame him for it. But now he felt it. The way his heart would hammer against his ribs so hard he wondered if you could hear him. The way all his stress and anger would melt away the moment Valerie’s hands held his face in a grasp like that used to carry a bird with a broken wing.

He didn’t think it was possible to love. To desire and need somebody as much as he did you two. Now he did, and he wouldn’t go back to a life without it for all the money and power in the world.

The sound of smooth sax caught his attention. Slowly, he set down his briefcase and followed the music until he found himself in front of the kitchen.

This. Maxwell thought as he watched the two of you, your eyes shut as you held one another in a close embrace as swayed. This is why he did it all.

The long hours, the greuling work and idiotic employees. If he could come home to this everyday, it’d all be worth it.

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two until your own eyes opened and met his.

“Happy to finally have you with us monopoly-man.”

He snorted at your lovingly crude nickname. “It was a long day at work.” Gone was the fake ‘apple-pie-and-picket-fence’ accent he forced himself to use at work when he spoke and you loved it. To see the real Maxwell was a privilege, one you would never take for granted.

“Every day at work is a long day for you.”

Before he could retort, his wife unwrapped her arms from you and walked over to her husband. Valerie cupped his face in her hand and led him to her lips with a soft moan. Maxwell melted into the kiss with ease, all thoughts of work and conference calls vanished into thin air as his wife’s fingers carded through his hair. She pulled away with a wet pop and ran a thumb over the smudged lipstick on his face.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear.”

Maxwell let his hand run over her bottom lip with a lazy smile. She was magnificent like this. Not preened or pinned or posed. She was messy and unkempt and happy. She never looked more breathtaking than in those moments.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, honey.”

Her eyes flicked over his crisp suit and her sweet smile was replaced with a groan.

“Son of a bitch you fuckers are matching!”

You shrieked with laughter while Valerie pointed an accusatory finger at the heart-covered tie that lay on her husband’s chest.

“You tacky traitor!”

You leaned over and pressed your lips to his cheek, his hand coming to rest at the small of your back.

“Aw don’t worry, Max. She’s just jealous she isn't matching with us.”

Valerie reared back. “I’ll be caught dead before I ever-”

“Alastair sent them to us.”

A moment of silence passed before she spoke again, more offended than annoyed.

“And he didn’t send one for me?”

Maxwell smirked at his wife, fishing out a small white box and presenting it to her.

“Our son knows his mother wouldn’t be caught dead in anything with gaudy patterns.” He opened the box and she took in the red heart earrings with a smile.

Which was ultimately ruined by you.

“Aw, he boujee just like his mama!”

Before either one could snap back at you, a small ding sounded through the kitchen and you moved quickly over to the oven.

“You know-” Maxwell spoke as he put the earrings on his wife with gentle hands- “We have a chef for a reason.”

You brought out the pan and set it onto the stove, taking in the savory smell with a proud smile.

“Well, fine then. Go get your cook to make you dinner if you want to complain.”

“Wait. Wait, no that not- that’s not what I meant- I’m starving, please.”

Valerie moved around her husband, taking a bottle of red wine and bumping his hip with hers. “Just set the table Maxwell, we both know how you can make it up to her later. It’s a special day after it all.”

Her husband loosened his tie and grinned at you in a way that made you think he wanted to eat you for dinner instead of the meal you prepared.

“Lovely idea, darling.”

#maxwell lord #maxwell lord x oc #maxwell lord x reader #maxwell lord x you #valerie lord x reader #maxwell lord x valerie lord x reader #ROOSASUT #ww1984 #wonder women 1984 #fanfiction #max lord #maxwell lorenzano #tell me if i missed any tags lmao

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seanfalco · 3 years ago

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New York State of Mind: Part II | Misfits Timeline Anomaly’verse

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco & @super-unpredictable98

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Language, Smut (rough sex, public sex, pool sex) Summary: The Quad comes back to the hotel after their night out, but they’re all still a little pent-up. a/n: Like Flor mentioned last week, the NYC arc is probably one of my favourites as well! It’s definitely a turning point for them.

[ masterlist ] [ New York State of Mind Part I ]

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"Dancing through life, skimming the surface, gliding where turf is smooth. Life is painless for the brainless..." Lydia sang mindlessly as they walked down the 51st after she made everyone wait for her to get her Playbill signed at the stage door. It was probably the third or fourth time she had seen that show live, but she never ceased to be amazed by Elphaba's powerful solos, Glinda's giant bubble, and the enormous clock of the time dragon above the stage.

"So, what did you guys think?" she asked as they passed through Times Square on the way back to the hotel.

“It was exciting!” Win exclaimed, smiling fondly at how happy Lyddie looked. “I think that’s the first musical I’ve ever seen live,” she said.

“Same here,” her Nathan added. “It was somethin’ else.”

"It's one of my favorite shows ever, but I can't wait for Waitress to open in four years... By the way I saw you tearing up during For Good," Lydia poked her own Nathan.

"No, I did not! Somethin' got in my eye!"

"Yeah, funny how something always gets in your eye every time we watch that show... I'm so glad everyone had a good time!" Lydia exclaimed.

“Aww, Nathan, such a softie,” Win teased, bumping Lyddie’s Nathan with her shoulder as she grinned up at him.

“So... now what?” Win’s Nathan asked, unable to forget what Lyddie’d said to him in the cab on the way there.

"Now... I can't wait to get to our room and out of these clothes," she winked at him, taking his hand as they stepped into the elevator. She wanted to tease him a little, make him beg, but she didn't have it in her to do so, she wanted him too much, there was no way to hold back.

Win’s Nathan grinned wider. “Sounds like a solid plan,” he agreed and Win rolled her eyes.

“What about you, Natty?” she asked, addressing Lyddie‘s Nathan.

"Oh, y'know, I'm a little jet lagged, I'd love t'get some sleep," he teased, but broke down laughing at Win's expression. "Classic... I can't wait t'help you out o'these clothes too."

“Uh huh, just for that, maybe I’ll just take a little swim and then go t’bed myself,” she replied, turning the cold shoulder on him, ruined somewhat by the grin that tugged at her lips.

"Aw, so petty..." Lyddie's Nathan wrapped his arms around her, nipping at her neck. "I know what y'want, baby, it's alright," he whispered in her ear.

"Finally!" Lydia exclaimed as the elevator stopped, pulling Win's Nathan down the hall and fumbling with the key for a few seconds before opening the door. "I'm burning up!"

“What’s got you so hot and bothered, Lyddie?” Win asked knowingly, cocking an eyebrow at her as she threaded her own fingers with the other Nathan’s.

"Um..." Lydia froze for a second. "You know... I'm a sucker for his cocky charm, and look at those eyes, am I right?" She glossed over it, shedding her dress and kicking her shoes away as soon as she entered the room.

“Isn’t that what you like about both Nathans though?” Win pressed, gasping as Lyddie’s Nathan pinched her.

"Yeah, of course... But-but he's the only one who didn't have his way with me today." Lydia threw herself on the bed.

"The bastard knows how t'get her pent up without even tryin'," Lyddie's Nathan whispered in Win's ear. "But I'm here, baby, all yours."

“Yeahh it’s only fair!” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, quickly shedding his clothes, almost tripping in his haste while Win shivered at Lyddie’s Nathan’s voice in her ear and she turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as she pressed herself against him.

“Lucky me,” she purred, gazing up at him.

"So, Winnie," Lyddie's Nathan brushed his lips along Win's jaw. "D'you wanna stay here or go have that swim? I bet it's empty right now..."

“A swim sounds amazing,” she answered, her breath hitching. “I don’t think I remembered to pack a swimsuit though,” she murmured in his ear.

"That's unfortunate..." Lyddie's Nathan opened the door, slapping Win ass on the way out. "Guess the cameras’ll stop workin' tonight."

"I wanna give everyone some special attention..." Lydia murmured, bringing Win's Nathan close, barely noticing the door shutting behind the others, kissing him hungrily, moving with urgency. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

“Holy shit, Lyddie,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed as she pulled him atop her. “God, you’re so hot,” he groaned, burying his face in her tits.

Lydia moaned under his touch, all the built-up tension finally dissolving in his arms. "Fuck me until I can't remember my own name, Natty," she took his face in her hands, making him look up at her.

Win’s Nathan raised his head, his brows raising as well. “Whatever you want, Lollipop, my cock is yours to command,” he exclaimed, crawling atop her, reaching between them to tease her entrance with his tip.

"And the rest of you, huh?" Lyddie giggled, wrapping her legs firmly around his waist. "Will you do anything for me?"

“I’ll do anythin’ yeh want, princess,” he moaned, pressing into her. “Just say th’word. I’m all yours tonight.”

Lydia felt a tingle, a knot in her stomach and she reached for a bottle her own Nathan had gotten from the mini-fridge, a tiny bottle of Baileys. "Fancy a drink? I wanna taste it on your tongue."

Win’s Nathan took the bottle from her and tipped back the rest of the contents. “You don’t like t’drink, but you wanna taste it on me, huh?” he teased, leaning down to kiss her as he slid into her, his tongue finding hers as he filled her.

"Uhum..." she moaned into his mouth, rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. "Everything tastes better like this." She held on tightly to his shoulders, wanting him as close as possible.

Win’s Nathan moaned into her mouth as she pulled him closer and he braced himself against the bed as he began to rut into her, each hard thrust bringing a cry to Lydia’s lips. “Oh fuck, you’re so hot like this Lollipop,” he groaned.

"Yes, yes, Natty, please..." Lydia squirmed, arching her back, seeking his lips again. "Tell me I'm yours, I wanna hear you," she whimpered.

“You’re mine, fuck, you’re all mine, Lydia,” Win’s Nathan exclaimed, his lips crashing against hers as he fucked her even rougher, grunting with each thrust.

"All yours," she breathed, feeling like she could explode any minute, her pleasure racing through her body once again. "I'm getting close, Nate..."

“Don’t come until I say, darlin’,” he growled, sweat rolling down his temple, his muscles starting to cramp, but damn if she didn’t feel good. “Do you still remember your name?” he asked breathlessly, not slowing.

"I won't." it took all her might not to come, he didn't slow down, it was almost impossible to hold back, but she was way too obedient. "I remember slightly..."

“Good girl,” Win’s Nathan groaned, his thrusts slowing and becoming jerky. “Ohhh okay, baby, I want yeh to come. Come for me, Lollipop,” he cried, pressing his forehead to hers as he rammed into her, coming undone deep inside her.

Following his command, Lydia finally came, burying her face on his shoulder to muffle her moans as she felt him filling her up. "Oh my... That's just what I needed, now I feel better," she sighed.

Nathan rolled off her, panting as he caught his breath. “Shit that was hot, Lyddie. What got you so horny?” he asked with a breathless chuckle. “I mean, Winnie got you off right before we left...”

"You did..." she snuggled against him, resting her head on his chest. "You're just so sexy, couldn't help myself." She looked down, kissing his warm skin and hoping he didn't have her Nathan's ability to call out her bullshit.

“I don’t think I did anything particularly sexy,” he mused, trying to remember, but he was growing sleepy. Pulling Lyddie into his arms, he tucked her head under his chin.

"Yeah, you were just being you..." She placed a loving kiss on his chest, stroking his curls gently. "I love you, Nats."

“I love yeh too, Lyddie,” Nathan murmured, still sure he was missing something, but unable to put his finger on it.

Lydia was finally able to breathe again. He didn't know, thank God! It was enough to have one Nathan weaponizing her... peculiar tastes, two would be a complete car wreck. "Good night, baby."

Nathan was already out, his chest rising and falling peacefully as he held Lydia.

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Win laughed as the door shut behind them, arousal flooding her at the prospect of skinny dipping in the hotel pool, and this time on the elevator ride back down she pulled Lyddie’s Nathan in, kissing him hungrily as she massaged his growing bulge through his jeans.

"I see Lyds isn't isn't only one all worked up," Lyddie's Nathan groaned, kissing Win back with the same enthusiasm, his hands sliding down her back teasingly.

“Yeah, well, maybe Lyddie’s not the only one who’s feeling a little neglected,” Win pouted as the doors dinged open.

"No problem, I can fix that." Lyddie's Nathan draped his arm around Win on the way to the pool, his hand brushing slightly over the slope of her breasts.

“I’m glad,” Win murmured, glancing around as they got to the pool. It looked pretty deserted. “Looks like you were right, we’re the only ones here.”

"Sounds like a good time." Lyddie's Nathan snapped his fingers, turning all the security cameras off and dimming the lights. "Now let's get this off, shall we?" he said, unzipping her dress and exposing her chest.

Win gasped as the cool air hit her, her skin pebbling and she helped Lyddie’s Nathan out of his clothes til they were both naked.

"Jesus, y'look so sexy right now," Lyddie's Nathan exclaimed, capturing Win's lips, his thigh moving slowly between her legs, teasing her. "Look at that... So wet for me."

“That’s right, Natty,” Win purred, kissing him back. “That’s not the only thing about to be wet,” she taunted, pushing him in the pool without warning, shrieking as he grabbed her on his way down, pulling her in with him.

"Y'think you're so clever, huh?" Lyddie's Nathan emerged from the pool, shaking his hair around like a dog. "Y'little tart!" he exclaimed, pulling Win closer, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark as she cried out, amusement melting to a moan as she clutched at him, feeling his erection against her hip as they floated.

“I think I’m pretty clever,” she exclaimed, breathing heavily as she melted against him, pressing her face to his shoulder.

"Y'do, do ya?" he groaned, kneading her breasts roughly under the water. He was well aware water wasn't the best lubricant, so he concentrated for a second before sliding his cock inside of Win. "Jesus, I love this power..." he chuckled, pinning her against one of the pool walls.

Win wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he moved inside her. “I’ve never shagged in a public pool before,” she confessed, playing with the wet curls plastered to Lyddie’s Nathan’s neck. “You know—“ she paused to gasp as he filled her completely, hitting her deeply, “—you may know all of Lyddie’s turn ons and kinks, but I doubt you know mine,” she purred.

"Me neither, only the bathtub back home," Lyddie's Nathan grunted as he bucked his hips, thrusting firmly into her. "I'd love t'know, Winnie, what gets you all hot and bothered?" he murmured while kissing her neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

“Oh,” Win moaned, holding onto Nathan tighter as they bobbed in the water, each thrust pushing her back into the pool wall, but she didn’t care. “S-so you can use them against me?” she teased. “How about I give you three guesses.”

"So it's all fun and games when we use Lyddie's kinks against her, but not yours? Doesn't seem fair..." he mumbled, picking up his pace, fighting the urge to finish before Win. "I think y'like t'shag in public places, don'tcha?"

“I guess you’re right...” Win murmured, turning her head away sheepishly, suddenly feeling guilty. “Yeah, I do,” she admitted.

"Yeah, you also like t'be a tease, right? Drive us all mad..." Lyddie's Nathan's chest was heaving as he stared down at their bodies connected in the water.

“Looks like you already got me all figured out, don’t you,” Win said softly, coming with a whimper, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

Lyddie's Nathan thrusted a couple more times as he came before pulling out. "That's the problem, I don't think I do... and I want to. I wanna know everythin'."

Win blinked as she turned her face back to Lyddie’s Nathan. “...You do?” Her words were so soft he barely heard them. “Then ask me, I’ll... I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

"You already know how t'tease me, but what do you like, huh? How can I get under your skin like I do to Lyds?" he whispered before pressing his lips to Win's shoulder.

Win shuddered at the tender caress of his lips. “Uhm... I... I like PDA. I like it when you’re bold in public. I like being marked up where people can see. I... I mean, you know I like being on top, but I like a little power struggle,” she admitted, the words spilling out, confessing her secrets and her desires to Lyddie’s Nathan as they floated in the pool.

“I like playful banter, and when you stretch and I can see just that strip of skin between your shirt and your jeans. I like th’way you look when you smoke. And I... I like it like this... when you’re sweet t’me.” Win looked away, her gaze wavering. “I know you all think I’m this tough, cool girl all the time, but I’m softer than I look... I just want someone to see that too.”

Nathan grinned, listening to every detail and nodding to show he was paying attention. "All that can be arranged," he tucked a strand of Win's wet hair behind her ear and kissed her temple. "I should probably work on bein' sweeter, t'you and t'Lyddie too, I can be sweet... and you girls deserve it. I always knew there was a soft little heart under that bad girl exterior," Nathan teased, poking her playfully. "That's why I love you, baby."

“I love you too, Nathan,” Win murmured, giving a tremulous smile as she blinked back the tears that had gathered in her eyes, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

Nathan held Win against his chest, he’d definitely noticed how teary she’d gotten, but he didn't wanna embarrass her by pointing it out. He simply kissed the top of her head and sighed. How could a moment be so romantic when they were both naked in a hotel pool past midnight after shagging? It just was, it was special.

"Wanna get back? I am pretty jet lagged," he said, stifling a yawn.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted," Win agreed, Nathan's yawn infectious and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Helping Lyddie's Nathan out of the pool she grabbed two towels from the rack near the wall and wrapped hers around herself, tucking it around her chest as he wrapped his around his waist and grabbed their discarded clothes. The elevator ride back to their floor was quiet, but Win didn't mind, Lyddie's Nathan's arm wrapped around her.

Nathan smiled when he saw Lydia and his clone already sleeping peacefully. She looked so cute like that...

"D'you think he figured it out yet?" he idly waved his hand making so both him and Win were dry and ready for bed. It was weird to think he was so clueless when the very first time it happened back in the Community Centre, he immediately knew by the look in Lyddie's eyes.

"I doubt it," Win snorted, watching her boyfriend snoring softly, her heart constricting with affection. "Say what you will about my Nathan, but he's not exactly the brightest sometimes," she murmured, crawling in the bed next to him, pulling Lyddie's Nathan with her.

"I feel like I should be offended..." he laughed, taking Win in his arms. "But I'm too tired for that," he laughed, pulling the heavy duvet to cover all of them. "Good night, baby."

"Good night, Natty," Win replied, scooting closer to press a kiss to his jaw before settling in his arms.

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Tag list: @magic-multicolored-miracle @midnightseance @messengeronthemoon @the-freckled-luba @firstpersonnarrator @spanishmossmagnolia @salvador-daley @forenschik @a-ghoulish-tale @love-is-dirty-baby @captainsheeballs

#misfits #misfits fic #nathan young #nathan young x oc #nathan x win #nathan x lyddie #otp: green apple lollipop #timeline anomaly’verse #collaboration

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not-so-mundane-after-all · 3 years ago

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Hand-holding, 5, Gar and Conner

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: Can't Stop The Feeling

Pairings/Relationships: Garfield Logan & Conner Kent, Core Four

Summary: Conner has no clue about dancing. So Gar tries to teach him.

Hand-holding | 5. Platonic hand-holding, Gar & Conner - for @books-life-death

REQUESTS CLOSED (for now)

also tagging my bestie @undertheknightwing because it's ya boy Gar so you should be notified

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I got this feeling inside my bones.

"It goes electric, wavy when I turn it on!" Gar sang happily to the tune on the radio, not giving a damn that he's totally off key. He's been playing around in the kitchen for about an hour now and he had it all for himself, so he decided to test his culinary skills and prepare a feast.

Him and Rachel finally got Dick and Kory to get out for a date night and with other team members also spending their own free evening elsewhere, the Tower was mostly empty. When the two lovebirds finally left (or more like got kicked out because the two teenagers basically had to push their dramatically worried asses into the elevator, dodging questions and reminders like bullets) Gar asked Rachel if she'd like to help him in the kitchen but she had a slightly different idea for celebrating their victory - she locked herself in her bedroom with her pencils and brushes and got to work on another art masterpiece.

But he didn't mind working alone - it gave him more space to experiment.

He turned up the volume on the radio, singing along with Justin Timberlake and headed to the fridge, sliding on the polished wooden floor in his bright green socks. Stacking up things he needed in his arms he swayed his hips to the beat and smiled remembering how back at the Doom Manor he often caught Larry dancing while cooking. He balanced the tower of ingredients in his arms, holding the tip of it with his chin as he waltzed to the kitchen island.

"Nothing I can see but you when you dance, dance, dance…" he kept singing out loud as he chopped and cut vegetables and put them in the biggest pot he could find.

He twirled and jumped around the counter, busting moves and screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs, completely lost in the music. He grabbed the chopping board and swung his arm over it, playing a riff on the invisible guitar and the crowd in his mind screamed.

"What are you doing?"

These four words worked on him like a hammer shattering glass - the happy illusion fell apart and Gar found himself awkwardly standing in front of Conner, who was staring at him baffled with his round eyes. "I didn't know cooking was…" he paused to find the right words, "physically demanding." He looked down at the almost empty bowl of popcorn in his arms and frowned. "I guess I've been doing it wrong."

When the initial shock faded, Gar chuckled and put his imaginary instrument away.

"This is not cooking," he said, shooting him a crooked grin. "It's dancing."

"Dancing?" the boy's face twisted, brows furrowing in something between confusion and focus. "I- I think I know what this is but I don't really… get it."

"It's easy," Gar shrugged. "You hear the song on the radio? All you need to do is move. You gotta feel the rhythm, man!" he outstretched his arms as he spoke and demonstrated a perfect (in his opinion) arm wave.

Unfortunately that didn't make Conner look any less clueless.

"Feel the… rhythm?"

Gar's arms dropped to his sides and his shoulders slumped when he let out a sigh.

"C'mon, let me show you."

He walked up to his friend and reached out his hands in offering. Conner glanced down at them, then back at Gar's encouraging face grinning at him and slowly, a bit hesitantly laid down his palms on top of Gar's. The green haired boy's fingers wrapped around his and then he pulled Conner into the open space between the kitchen and the lounge.

"It's easy, Conner!" he laughed, spinning them both around. "Listen to the beat!"

He tapped his foot onto the wooden floorboards, showing the other boy how his body moved in tune with the music, hitting every note perfectly in time. Gar started swinging his arms, swaying his hips, nodded his head to the rhythm as his legs stepped one way or the other.

"Got this feeling in my body!!!" he belted out as he spun Conner around and watched with a smile as his friend tried to mimic his moves, at first a bit sloppy and awkward, but getting better with each passing second.

"I think I got this!" Conner's high pitched excited voice rang over the song and Gar nodded in agreement.

"You got it, dude!"

As the last note of the tune played out and the melodic ooohhh faded into silence, Gar and Conner ended their little performance with their hands clasped high in the air, facing the windows with the biggest smiles on their faces as if the entire San Francisco was their audience. In Gar's mind the city lights glowing in the black of night were thousands of lighted up phones and glowsticks and the wind howling outside was the crowd screaming his name. The two boys looked at each other, grinning like idiots as they both tried to catch their breath - or as Gar did, because Conner with his super-everything didn’t even break a sweat.

The sound of slow, almost obnoxious clapping broke their little bubble of imagination and the two whipped around, startled, only to find Rachel standing by the breakfast table with a smirk on her face.

"That was… something." she said, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes darting from one surprised face to the other.

"How… How long were you standing there?" Gar's voice sounded tight even for his own ears. He felt his cheeks slightly blushing in embarrassment as he scratched the back of his neck.

"Long enough to enjoy the show."

Something in her tone, that mischievous spark in her eyes told Gar she did more than just ‘enjoy the show’ and his gaze dropped to her left hand, catching the tip of her phone hidden underneath her arm. There was no doubt a high quality blackmail material was there and they both knew it. Their eyes met as Gar tried to find something in her gaze that would tell him he's wrong but Rachel only held her chin up and slid her phone in the back pocket of her black jeans, not even bothering to hide it anymore. It was a clear challenge and a warning, both in one sharp gaze and a smug smile.

Conner, oblivious to the silent game the two siblings were playing, smiled at her and happily announced.

"Gar was teaching me how to dance!"

He shook their joined hands for emphasis. Rachel laughed.

"I can see that. Was he a good teacher?"

"I think so," the boy replied and let go of Gar's hand, then outstretched his arms to the sides like Gar did earlier. "I mean, I think I got this now."

His arm wave was… not good to say the least, but the proud look on his face filled Gar's heart with warmth. He walked over to his friend and patted his shoulder.

"You're a fast learner."

Rachel smiled at the two for a bit longer then turned towards the kitchen.

"Well, I came here to get some coffee." she said, walking slowly to the coffee pot and pouring the drink to her favorite mug. She eyed the mess on the counter on her way back, peering into the pot then stealing a piece of tomato. Gar held up his finger, about to say something but she only smirked at him and threw it into her mouth.

She stopped right next to him though, leaned in close to his face and whispered.

"Dick and Kory were very impressed."

As if to confirm her words, her phone let out a quiet ding and her smirk grew even wider. She reached for it and opened the message in front of him. It was a picture of the pair, both glammed up and pretty in some fancy restaurant. The table was set with flowers, candles, some expensive cuisine and a bottle of wine cooling in a bucket full of ice. But what Gar's eyes focused on the most was Dick's goofy smile, Kory trying to quiet down a giggle and their thumbs up in the air.

His face drained of all the color.

They are never gonna let him live it down. Like ever.

#dc titans #titans #dcu titans #titans season 3 #garfield logan #conner kent #rachel roth #dick grayson #kory anders

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delusionalwriterr · 4 years ago

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Under Your Spell

Pairing: Gryffindor!Peter Parker x Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: It was Muggle Appreciation Night at Hogwarts and Peter just can’t stop staring at you.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, just absolute fluff

A/N: This was in my requests for a loooong time now, but I hope you still enjoy it! Here’s the songs that were mentioned:

Promt List | Masterlist

Peter stared at himself intently as he stood in front of the mirror, trying to button his dress shirt. “Dude, hurry up. The party’s about to start,” Harry Osborn, remarked as his head peaked through Peter’s bedroom door. Peter nodded and told him that he’d be out soon. Tonight was Muggle Appreciation Night where Hogwarts dedicates a night to its Muggle-born students and staff in the spirit of unity and solidarity. Peter wasn’t a Muggle-born himself, but he’s a huge fan of their culture and the people itself considering the fact that he has a Muggle-born girlfriend.

Peter took one last look at himself in the mirror before stepping out of his room to find Harry leaning against the wall on the other side, waiting for him. Once Harry noticed he had finally emerged from his room, he did a double take before letting out a low whistle. Peter was wearing black dress shirt paired with black trousers that were accessorized by the red and brown tie on his neck. “I don’t think we need food anymore because Mr. Parker’s looking like a whole damn buffet table over here!” Harry bellowed along the dorms, causing a few people to look at them. Peter snickered and tugged Harry all the way out to the hallway as they headed to the Great Hall.

Peter smoothed his trousers with his clammy hands as he and Harry ventured to where the party was being held. His heart beating faster by the minute as he continued to think about seeing you all dolled up and pretty for the party. Not that you weren’t pretty in the first place, Peter found you breathtakingly gorgeous— he worships you. In his eyes you were like Aphrodite, the goddess of love. Peter only learned about her when you told him about a book that’s about something called Greek Mythology. Something along the lines of Mercy Clarkson? He couldn’t exactly remember.

He and Harry entered the Great Hall only to find the students, especially the Muggle-borns already on the dance floor, jamming to some pop song that the DJ was playing. “I’m gonna go get us something to drink, you go find (Y/N),” Harry shouted in his ear, voice almost completely drowned out by the booming music. Peter only nodded in reply as his eyes scanned over the crowd, desperate to find you. His eyes first landed on the dance floor, knowing how much you love your Muggle music, but you weren’t there. Next he looked for you in the food station, but you weren’t there either. His eyes finally landed on you where you sat with Michelle Jones in one of the tables, happily sipping your drink.

Peter took a second to admire you in your outfit: you were wearing trousers too, only they were a light beige in contrast with Peter’s black ones. As a top you were wearing a white mesh blouse as you kept your hair down. Peter figured you wouldn’t wear a dress tonight, mainly because dresses wouldn’t give you enough leverage to absolutely wreck the dance floor with your “sick moves” as you would put it. The thought of the dance floor and the sight of the students crowding it made him curious. Why weren’t you dancing yet?

With excited strides, he made his way towards you and MJ, who caught sight of him and waved him over, making you turn around to meet his eyes. Peter felt his heart flutter as his eyes locked with yours, a tiny sparkle in them. “Hey, angel,” Peter greeted as you stood up to wrap him in an embrace and place a feathery kiss on his cheek. “You look stunning,” he grinned as he pulled away to get a better look at you. He chuckled as he saw your cheeks flush before you placed your hands on his arms, admiring his outfit as well. “I could say the same to you, handsome. You’re looking extra yummy today,” you remarked and now it was Peter’s turn to blush, causing you and MJ to snicker.

Just then Harry approached the three of you, two drinks in his hands, “I got the booze!” he exclaimed, handing Peter a cup before taking a sip. Peter mirrored his actions only to scowl once he tasted the reddish liquid. “What the hell is in this?” Peter questioned his friend, who was busy downing his drink. “I have no clue,” Harry replied, causing all of you to chuckle. “Why aren’t you busting your asses on the dance floor yet?” Harry asked, noticing you and MJ as he and Peter took seats next to you. “Oh, we’re just saving our energy,” MJ replied, taking a sip from her drink. “We wouldn’t wanna be too tired to dance when they start playing One Direction,” you added as Peter put an arm around your shoulders. Harry threw you a perplexed look, “What’s One Direction?” he asked, causing you and MJ to snap your heads towards his direction (haha), feigning shock. “You don’t know One Direction?” MJ asked, faking a gasp as you bursted out laughing. You were grateful to have MJ as your best friend so that you can have another Muggle-born to vent out your thoughts about the Muggle world.

Just as Harry was about to say something, a song that Peter didn’t seem to recognize started to play that made you and MJ squeal in delight. “Right on cue!” MJ exclaimed as she pulled you from your chair mid-sip from your drink. You shot Peter an apologetic look as you are dragged to the dance floor. Peter and Harry stayed by the tables as they watched you jam out to the song. It had a hint of rock, but still passed as a pop song as the voices of the boyband echoed in Peter’s ears. He smiled as he watched you along with other Muggle-borns shout the lyrics to the song from the top of your lungs. “Midnight memories!” you all chanted as Peter found himself nodding along to the melody. He took a good look at you. Your hair was getting slightly tousled as you jumped around, still screaming the lyrics to the song. Your eyes had a shimmer in them, something similar to when someone brings up something about your world. Peter felt his chest constrict as he heard you giggle at MJ who was trying to belt out a high note. You looked beautiful, you looked happy, and Peter was glad he had front row seats to it.

The song ended then another one played, making you and MJ shriek again. This was a much slower song compared to the one previous to it. Instead of electric guitars and loud drums, this was more quiet, with the sound of the acoustic guitar. Peter was still in a daze before he noticed that you were approaching him, reaching out for his hand. “Dance with me,” you said. He looked at you again. You were practically shimmering due to the party lights reflecting on the little rhinestones embedded in your mesh top and your eyes still had that glint to them. Peter smiled as he gladly took your hand in his and guided you back to the dance floor.

“We were just kids when we fell in love,”

“What song is this?” Peter asked as he intertwined his fingers with yours and placed his other hand on your waist. “Just some overplayed song from 2017,” you replied, resting your head on his chest. “It has a good tune to it,” Peter mumbled and you only hummed in reply as you both swayed to the music. Peter closed his eyes as he focused on the scent of your shampoo and the feeling of having you in his arms.

“You know I love you right?” he piped up, making you lift your head from his chest to look him in the eyes. They were full of adoration and love that you could feel your body turn into mush as your heart melted. You smiled at him and he smiled back. You rested your head against his chest again before mumbling, “And I love you.”

Peter grinned at this before placing a kiss on the top of your head as you continued to rock back and forth, enjoying the song. You’ve been dating for only a few months, but he was absolutely captivated by you. He found you so intriguing and so complex that all he wanted to do was stay by your side all day just to see every aspect of you and your personality. He was enchanted, he was entranced by you. It’s almost as if you had him under your spell, and he isn’t planning on breaking out of it anytime soon.

Just then, the song finished and the once calming melody was replaced by another rock tune. Peter saw your head snap towards MJ’s direction who was already looking at you to begin with. Peter chuckled before pushing you towards her as you sang the lyrics.

“Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me. I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed!”

A/N: Requests are open!

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justahopelessssromantic · 4 years ago

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Thinking Out Loud

Ok so I just of something. Maybe a imagine or something based one of the song "Shape of You", "Perfect" or "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran with Angel pretty please 🥰😏💜💕 @gemini0410

A/N: Happy Birthday Babe! Or at least it’s still your birthday here lol. I meant to get this posted earlier in the day but that didn’t exactly happen 🤷‍♀️ Anyways I hope you have/ had an amazingly beautiful day ❤️ Thank you so much for the request 🥰 I hope you enjoy. I actually took inspiration from both Perfect and Thinking Out Loud for this one💖

*gif not mine*

Warnings: Lots of Fluff 🥺

Angel had his arm wrapped around you as you sat on the swing of your back porch enjoying the cool, crisp air of the night. The crickets chirping along with the faint music from your Bluetooth speaker were the only sounds occupying the night as you enjoyed the company of one another.

It was a lovely Friday night, the two of you having the house to yourselves as your teens were having a sleepover at a friend's. It was crazy how fast time flew by but you wouldn't have asked for anyone else to share it with. Your life with Angel wasn't perfect but it was filled with love and that's really all you could ask for.

The speaker began playing the next song quietly and you both perked up your ears, smiling at the other in the realization that it was your song. Standing up he extended his hand out to you. "May I have this dance, amor?"

You smiled looking into his eyes as you took his hand in yours and he led you out into the yard. Your song played quietly behind you filling you with fond memories. Wrapping his arm around your waist with your hand in his the two of you began swaying to the soft music. He spun you around a few times before bringing you back and pulling you close.

Angel smiled down at you thinking how lucky he was to have found a love for him in you. “You know,” he murmured softly to you as you swayed, “People fall in love in mysterious ways, maybe just a touch of the hand.” He brought your connected hands ’up to his lips, placing a sweet kiss to the back of yours. “Me, I fall in love with you every single day.“ He continued reminiscing on your love, “I never knew you were the someone waiting for me. We were just kids when we fell in love, I never thought I’d get the chance to marry my best friend.” He continued twirling you once more grinning because of how your dress flowed around you just like that day. “Who knew we’d find love right where we were.”

You giggled coming back together snuggling against his chest. “What are you doing?” You asked.

“Just thinking out loud.” He smirked holding you close.

You recalled the day as well both smiling fondly at the memory. “I’m pretty sure I kicked your ass that day.” You teased grinning up at him and making his heart melt.

“Yeah, you did, but only because I let you.” He chuckled. Really you took his breath away that night, running off with his heart forever. Angel let you because as long as his heart was in your hands he knew he’d be alright. “If I remember correctly we made it to third base that night,” He smirked, flashing you a wink.

You gasped, playfully smacking his chest and letting your hand rest there upon his beating heart, “You barely made it past first.” You teased back.

“Yeah?” He asked, raising his eyebrow, “and how’s the game going to go tonight? We gonna make it all the way home, mi amor?” He wiggled his eyebrows earning another playful smack to the chest.

You rolled your eyes at him before bringing your hand to rest on the side of his face. You looked into each other’s eyes seeing those two kids together under the stars as clearly as if it was yesterday. That day was the beginning of your future together, a day you’d cherish forever.

Angel sat in the back of the large banquet hall picking at his food as he stared across the room where his Mom, Pops, and little brother were sitting at a table talking to potential college scouts who had attended the championship game that night. They had taken a liking to his brother, impressed that he was only a sophomore imagining the potential he had to grow the next few years.

Angel hated this, hated how everyone practically fell to his younger brother's feet. For Angel it seemed like EZ had everything, he was the golden boy after all, but at least he didn't have you.

No you were all Angel's. You had been best friends for years now and he didn't know what he'd do if he didn't have you by his side. No he did know what he'd do, he'd drown and fade into the background. He'd be lost without you.

You scrunched up your nose poking at the tuna salad which seemed far too warm, "Yeah I'm not eating this." You said pushing the plate back on the table. These sort of events were never your thing but you had gone to the game to support EZ, well more like to support Angel and had tagged along to keep him company. You knew how hard these things were for him, especially since if he had just had a little more support, someone more in his corner it could have been him sitting there talking to the scouts, planning a bright future for himself.

But he didn't so he was hidden in the back of the room filling up with jealousy. Everything just reminded him of that exact fact.

"You okay?" You asked twisting on the bench to face him more as you brought a leg up.

"Yeah, fine." He grumbled through gritted teeth still staring ahead at his family.

"There's no use in lying to me Reyes, you know that." You said, setting your hand comfortingly on his thigh, "Come on, how about we get out of here?"

He thought it over in his mind a moment. He should stay, that's what was expected of him, but it's not like his family would even notice if he disappeared. "Yeah," he agreed nodding his head as he turned to you, "They won't fucking miss me anyways."

You swung your leg over the bench standing up with Angel behind you. He stole one last glance back, hoping maybe someone in his family would notice but they didn't. Shaking his head in disappointment he turned back to you and followed you out the door without a second thought.

You walked down the middle of the street looking up to get a view of the big dark sky full of thousands of sparkling stars as you did so. It was your favorite sight in the world, you'd get lost in it if you didn't have Angel to pull you back.

"Damn it, querida." Angel said grabbing your arm and stopping you just before you ran into someone's parked vehicle. "What have I told you about that?" He chuckled, "You're uncoordinated enough as is why do you always think you can walk while looking up like an idiot."

"Because I have you to watch out for me," you teased realigning yourself with the street and continuing down your path.

"Where the fuck are we even going?" He asked trailing behind you. He wasn't in the mood for much of anything and his lack of motivation in his steps showed.

"It's a surprise." You called back to him, eyes focused on the road in front of you, "Now come on Ignacio, put a little pep in your step. Your legs are long as shit. You have no excuse for slacking behind me.

He rolled his eyes but did as was told anyways catching up beside you. You smirked, still refusing to look at him. He watched your face grinning himself. For him you were the view he'd never get tired of, but he'd never tell you that. He didn't want to spoil what the two of you had. You were too important to him. He'd rather suffer by pining for you forever than lose you as his best friend.

"We're here," you sang as you reached your destination while he was distracted by his thoughts.

Angel looked away from you and at the large baseball field before him. "What the fuck are we doing here?" Why the hell would you think this was a good idea?

"I want to play a game," you said matter of factly leaving him behind as you walked up to the gate. It was closed by a chain and lock but you were able to pry it apart just enough for you to squeeze through and into the field.

"What the hell is going on?" Angel muttered to himself as he watched you. This was very out of character for you. You were the smart sensible one, he the reckless one, that's how your friendship worked. That balance is what worked, was needed and here you were flipping everything upside down on him. He let out a sigh before following you and slipping in behind you. "You know we're gonna be in deep shit if we get caught." He reminded you hoping he could maybe talk some sense into you.

"Well that's not going to be a problem," you smiled sweetly, "cause we aren't going to get caught."

Keeping on your mission you walked further in. Angel jogged up beside you to catch up with you once more. “Okay, so please tell me how the fuck we are going to play a game with no equipment?”

“We will have equipment. You just need to be more patient.” you chided. Angel was a lot of things, but patient was not one of them. In all those years by his side you learned that pretty quickly.

“I am patient,” he grumbled under his breath crossing his arms. Rounding the corner you came face to face with the shed where the team stored most of their equipment. Angel looked at the building and then back to you still grinning like an idiot putting the two together. “No,” he scolded you, “I don’t like being this guy but you put me in this fucking position.” You pouted immediately at his words hoping to sway him to your side. “Don’t give me that look. This is on you, querida. I’m the one who is supposed to be pouting because you told me no not the other way around.”

You sighed looking down at your feet and wiggling your toes in the gold sandals you were wearing, “Fine you’re right.” You muttered looking back up at him. You turned taking one more look at the shed before twisting around and walking away from it. “You couldn’t even get it unlocked anyways.” You said with your back to him. You smiled to yourself knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist the challenge.

Angel let out a long sigh before mouthing “fuck” to himself before he called out to you walking away from him. “Fine, you win. I’ll do it.”

It wasn’t long before Angel had jimmied the lock opening the shed up for the two of you to peruse. You ran your hands all along the bats causing them to clatter together as you walked past. Angel was on the other side testing out some mitts before he found one that satisfied him. He then dug through the box next to them pulling out a baseball cap. Holding it behind his back he swayed over to you. “I got something for you.”

You turned around his words stealing your attention. “Really? What is it?”

Angel grinned bringing it around and setting it on top of your head. You smiled adjusting the cap to fit on your head better. “Thank you. How do I look?”

Perfect he thought but kept that to himself. “You look alright. Red’s a good color on you.”

“Well you better get yours and I’ll meet you out there.” You instructed him before slipping a wooden bat off the rack they were being held on and heading out the door and to the field.

Angel caught up once more just as you were slipping your sandals off and tossing them to the side. “You sure playing baseball in a dress is such a good idea?” You looked beautiful in the flowy dress you had on, the hem just hitting above your knees with the body hugging your features perfectly. “I’m already at an advantage, seems a little unfair.”

“Haha.” You mock laughed. “I can kick your ass just as good in a dress as anything else. Just try not to get too distracted.” You taunted him.

If only you knew how impossible that was for him when you were around.

“Alright you’re pitching.” You said stepping up to the plate with your bat in hand, swinging it around.

Angel rolled his eyes at you. You looked ridiculous, but he decided not to say anything. He walked over to the mound readying himself to pitch. He wasn’t going to go crazy on you or anything. He was an amazing pitcher with a killer arm, he knew that and so did you. You’d watched him help EZ practice many times and would always feel a tinge of sadness by the potential he had but just wasn’t able to use.

“You ready?” He called out.

“Yep!” You leaned forward sticking your butt out a little waiting for the pitch.

Angel watched and was about to throw the ball before he shook his head. “Fuck, no that’s all wrong.” He said walking towards you as you gave him a puzzled look, “If we’re gonna play then we have got to fix all this.” He said motioning to your stance.

“What?” You asked, “what’s wrong with the way I’m standing. I’m just doing it like everyone else.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know who you’ve been watching babe but that is not what everyone else does.” He slipped the mitt off his hand and tossed it into the grass beside him before coming up behind you. “Here,” he said, reaching around and taking hold of your hands. You could have sworn you felt some jolt of electricity at the touch and your heart began racing being flooded by all sorts of new feelings. He moved your hands along the bat adjusting your hold on the smooth wood. Next he moved his hands down adjusting your hips, his warmth radiating through your clothes and making your face feel flushed. Bringing his hands back up to hold the bat over yours once more he began showing you how to swing properly. You gulped, you could feel his body pressed against yours, his breath brushing softly across the nape of your neck sending chills all down your spine.

Your hands were clammy as you began to panic internally. Shit you were falling for your best friend. You couldn’t think of anything in that moment that could have possibly been worse than that.

“There just like that,” he murmured, his deep voice in your ear doing nothing to help your new predicament.

He felt it too, the rush of being so close to you, the urge to spin you around and kiss you as if he couldn’t breathe and you were the only thing that could provide him with oxygen, with life. You were so close and he never wanted to let go.

But he did, and the intense moment was gone just as quickly as it had happened leaving you both disappointed and wanting more. However neither one of you wanted to push it, unsure of the other’s feelings.

He swallowed, his throat was dry and scratchy as he stepped beside you. “Alright, ready?”

All you could manage was a small smile and a nod. Nodding in acknowledgment Angel went back to the mound. The first ten or so pitches you missed and Angel would give you tips and pointers. You were beginning to get a little frustrated.

“You got this,” he called out to you before pitching another your way.

You were more determined this time in your swing and your heart practically lept in your chest by the cracking sound of the ball colliding with the bat. Your smile was enormous as you squealed and jumped up and down. “I did it!”

Angel laughed as he watched you. He was just as excited and happy as you if not more. “Yeah, but now you gotta run.” He called out.

You laughed before tossing the bat to the ground and making your way to first with ease. By now Angel had the ball and was ready to tag you, blocking your path to second. You stood there in the stand off a moment before you decided to make a break for it and ran out into the field.

“Where the hell are you going?” He called out laughing.

“To second,” you called back, turning around to face him and practically taunting him to come get you.

He shook his head before heading your way. The two of you ran around laughing as you dodged his attempts to get you, just feeling young and free, enjoying your time together.

You were now on the other side of the field the bases a good distance away from you. Angel was blocking your path once again. You tried to fake him out by going left and then darting right but his reflexes were too fast. He quickly reached out and grabbed you by the waist pulling you close as you both laughed. You were now breathless as the laughter died down and you realized just how close you were again. Angel’s hands were holding you in place by your hips and yours were now on his chest from trying to break free. You stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever. It was in this moment that Angel could see a future in your eyes, his future all laid out before him.

You were so close to him and with the rush of emotions and longing for you he got caught up in the moment. Leaning down he brought his face closer to yours and you his. The pull was magnetic as you gravitated towards each other, getting so close your lips were just barely touching when the cold shock hit you causing you to scream out.

You pulled back laughing once more as you were now both completely drenched, the sprinklers soaking the field around you. Angel grabbed your hand pulling you off and away to the side of the field where you were protected from the cold water. The grass stuck to your legs and feet as you wiped it off. After you looked down at your now drenched dress practically dripping. “Damnit,” you said, taking your appearance in,“I look like a fucking mess.”

Angel watched you taking in every detail of you as he had so many times. You looked anything but and without thinking he was whispering under his breath, “you look perfect, tonight.”

You were brushing off more grass when you heard him, just barely above the sound of the spraying sprinklers around you. You could have sworn your heart stopped for a moment and you looked up at him smiling.

His eyes grew wide realizing what he had said. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down suddenly feeling very warm under your gaze. He tried to think of something to say, to muster up some sort of excuse to cover his ass. He fucked up and he was terrified of what you’d say next.

You didn’t say anything. Instead you just closed the gap between the two of you and took him into your arms. It was time one of you decided to throw caution to the wind and take charge. He wrapped his arms around you following your lead, his heart beating out of his chest. You smiled at him and the next thing he knew you were tangled up into the best kiss of his life, kissing under the light of a thousand stars.

The two of you would remember that day forever.

You held each other close dancing in your yard. You lived for these moments with your husband. Of course you loved your kids more than anything but that just made these peaceful moments when you were alone together just that much sweeter.

You reached up and he leaned down to meet you halfway pulling you in for a tender kiss. Each kiss was just as good as the last with you. He could drown in you. You sighed into the kiss relaxing against his body. Holding you close he pulled back and looked into your eyes getting lost in them. For him they held his past, present, and future. They held his heart, you held his heart, and there was no one he’d rather entrust it with.

He may have been Angel but you were his angel and you were perfect. He couldn’t understand how he had gotten so lucky but he would be damned if he did anything to jeopardize the life you had built together.

Angel rested his forehead against yours. Taking in your scent he breathed out into the cool night air. “I don’t deserve this. You look perfect, tonight.”

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reidingandwriting · 5 years ago

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Possessive

Word Count: ~1200 words

Ship: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Language, drinking (all characters of legal age!)

Prompt: “Look, you’re sweet and all, but if you fucking touch my girlfriend again-“

You didn’t consider yourself a confrontational person. You were often the person who kept the peace, who rationalized situations, and who was slow to anger. But when it came to your girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, you found yourself a bit possessive. And Natasha loved it.

Whenever you two were out, you always found a way to be touching her. Whether it was a simple hold of her hand, or sitting in her lap, you made sure you two were as close as could be. It was weird for Natasha at first, her relationship experience being, well... nonexistent. But soon after you started dating, Natasha found herself just as affectionate as you are.

“If you two get any closer, we’re going to need the jaws of life to pull you apart.” Tony teased as he walked into the living area. You were laid on the couch with Nat, Natasha’s back pressed to your chest, your leg draped over hers and arms wrapped around her waist. You flicked him the bird, burying your face in Natasha’s neck.

“Shut up, Stark.” Nat mumbled, her hands resting on top of yours, eyes closed.

“Who would’ve thought Nat would’ve been the little spoon?” Sam‘s voice filled the room as he walked in, taking in the sight in front of him. You held your hand up, sharply waving two fingers to the left, sending Tony and Sam stumbling with your telekinesis.

“Next time, I’m sending you out the window.” And with that, the two men left the room, leaving you two alone.

You and Natasha had been together for almost a year now, and you were out with the team for a night of drinks. Natasha was sitting at the bar with Clint and Tony, and you were on the dance floor with Peter and Wanda. Natasha shook her head, a fond smile on her lips as she watched you drag the rest of the team on the dance floor. You sang (half drunkenly yelled) along with the music, dancing and having the time of your life. Natasha could hear your laughter over the pounding music when Peter tripped and landed on his ass. You offered your hand to help him up, and he pulled you down as well, laughing at your surprised face.

“It’s nice to see you both this happy.” Clint hummed before he took a sip of his drink. “You deserve to be happy, Nat. I’m glad you found each other.”

“Me too.” Natasha tore her gaze from you, meeting Clint’s. “People like me don’t usually get... things like this. I’m happy I met her, and she decided to take a chance on me.” Tony cleared his throat as the sound of footsteps approached, and Natasha smiled as she recognized the familiar scent of your perfume, mixed with a faint twinge of alcohol.

“Tony!” You wrapped your arms around the older man from behind, leaning against him, holding a glass. “My drink’s empty, it’s an emergency.”

“Why is it an emergency for me?” Tony rolled his eyes, but his tone was light, humor evident in his voice.

“You’re my Daddy Warbucks. Our sugar daddy, fructose father, glucose guardian. Whatever you want to call yourself.” Clint, Nat, and the bartender laughed as you pouted at Tony.

“Glucose guardian? I think you’ve had enough drinks.” You whimpered, making your bottom lip quiver. Tony groaned and looked at the bartender. “Another Manhattan for the sugar spawn, please. Another three scotch on the rocks for the adults.”

“I am an adult!” You huffed as the bartender started making your drinks.

“Here you are, one Manhattan and three scotch on the rocks.” You noticed as the bartender’s hand lingered a little too long on Natasha’s. You chose to give him the benefit of the doubt, and you took your drink with you back to the dance floor, where Peter and Wanda greeted your return with loud cheers. Your eyes kept making their way back to where your girlfriend was sitting. Damn Tony for reserving the bar tonight. With only your girlfriend, Tony, and Clint at the counter, the bartender stayed in front of Natasha as they talked.

“Earth to Y/N.” Peter snapped his fingers in front of your face. “Are you okay? You’ve been distracted since you left the bar.”

“That bartender keeps touching Nat.” You admit. You and Peter were best friends from the moment you met, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t lie to him. That may be the reason his last birthday party surprise was ruined. Maybe. “I’m probably just looking too much into it. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna get some water. Want anything?” Peter shook his head and you nodded, flashing him peace signs as you walked back to the bar. You took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm, until you saw the bartender take Natasha’s hand. Before Natasha could even react, you stormed over. “Listen, man. I’m sure you’re a great guy, but if you fucking touch my girlfriend again-“

“Easy, fighter.” Natasha’s arms wrapped around yours as she stood up. “Let’s get some air, yeah?” You nodded wordlessly as you followed Natasha out, leaving behind a smirking Tony and Clint, and a speechless bartender. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you leaned against the building, the cool air calming you.

“I’m sorry for going all overprotective girlfriend.” You spoke after a minute. Natasha looked at you, not saying anything yet. “I just, I didn’t like that he was touching you. You didn’t seem bothered, I know you can protect yourself, but-“ Natasha cut you off when her soft lips met yours. You pulled her closer to you, kissing back. You exhaled when she broke the kiss, staying close to you. “Still gives me butterflies.” You whispered and Natasha smiled.

“Me too, love.” Natasha held you, her hands resting on your hips. “And you don’t need to apologize. Yes, you’re protective. It isn’t a flaw, Y/N/N. You care about me and all of us. And I find it adorable. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, fighter.” You smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to Natasha’s cheek.

“I love you, you sap. Now, let’s go back inside. There’s a dance floor calling our names.”

“I take that not changing a thing comment back. I’m not dancing.” You raised an eyebrow.

“Really now?” You grinned as you walked towards the entrance. You propped the door open with your foot and raised your hand, slightly moving your hand to you.

“Oh, that’s not fair!” Natasha groaned as she felt herself being pulled over to you. “Okay, okay, I cave! I’ll dance with you.” You grinned and took Natasha’s hand, going to the dance floor with her. You brought the rest of the team out, and you all sang and danced the night away. And in this moment, you knew this is where you belonged. With your completely dysfunctional but completely perfect family.

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