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ladylooch · 1 year

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more timo smut please, maybe with jacks best friend or nicos sister?

Loving & Leaving- Timo Meier (Part 1)

A/N: Soooo, I could definitely turn this into a miniseries. Let me know if you want more! Also, it’s hilarious and fitting I feel that way because Letters in your Last Name is so similar.

What can I say, we love a teammate’s sister trope

Edit: It's a series.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Content), a little angsty

My foot bounces anxiously on my knee as I sit in the corner of the Devil’s family lounge. I’m impatient to leave, but my brother, Captain takes his duties way too seriously, is at least an hour from being ready. Normally, waiting for Nico is just part of visiting him in Jersey. I don’t normally care.

But normally, Timo Meier isn’t in the same arena as me.

Timo is no stranger to me. Not just because he’s a Swiss NHL player like my brother, but also because I’ve found myself in his car, his arms and his bed a time or twelve. It’s always been a fun, quick hit to take the edge off when he’s home for the summer. Just enough to hold us over for another year. That all changed a few weeks ago. Timo was traded to New Jersey and I about had a spit take with my evening glass of wine when I saw the social media post of him standing with my brother welcoming him to the team. Needless to say, Nico doesn’t know about us. Nor will he ever.

Cancelling my long scheduled trip to the U.S. immediately came to my mind, but Nico’s desperate whine when I hinted at needing to stay home had me on that plane despite my reservations. It’s not that I don’t want to see Timo. It’s that I don’t want to see him with my brother hovering so close. Nico is my little brother, but he acts like an older one with his protective and serious nature.

That pretty much brings us to now where I’m jumping slightly at every foot step I hear in the hallway.

My brown eyes lift to the door, connecting with my brother’s. I give him a big grin, then wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion when I see he’s not dressed in his suit.

“Hey.” He greets me, setting his hands on his hips.

“Hey stinky.” I tease. “Too lazy to shower?”

“Ha.” He rolls his eyes at me. “No, I’m going to stay late.”

“Oh.” I can feel a slight tick beginning in my eye.

“I know you didn’t travel thousands of miles to wait for me. So, Timo offered to take you home.”

My pulse pauses in my body and then rapidly thuds beneath my skin.

“Timo?” I try to sound breezy and carefree.

“Yeah. You remember him?” Nico jokes with me. My memory flashes to hot skin, greedy hands, and swollen lips on mine.

“Mhm.” I murmur.

“Good, that would be embarrassing if you didn’t.” Timo says as he comes into view, stopping next to Nico. My brother grins at him, slapping his shoulder in greeting. Our gazes connect and a ripple of pleasure dashes down my spine.

“N, I can just wait for you. It’s really not a big deal.” I say, breaking my eyes away from the blue wave of desire lapping at me. Timo licks his lips, laughing.

“I promise my car won’t break down this time. I’ve upgraded.”

My eyes snap back to Timo and narrow slightly.

“Oh yeah. I remember that happening back home. Did you ever get your money back for that?”

“Yeah.” Timo lies, eyes not moving away from mine.

The car didn’t break down. Timo pulled it to the side of the road so I could slide onto his lap and ride us both to what we needed. Nico was concerned when we pulled into his house much later than the 15 minutes it should have taken us to get home. We had to think of something and the car breaking down sounded better than the truth.

“I’m seriously going to be awhile. Timo lives in my building so he knows the way.”

Of course he does.

“Okay.” I finally agree with a grimace that I try to pass off as a smile.

Nico waves goodbye, leaving Timo and I standing together.

“Hi.” He murmurs, a smug smirk on his lips. He enjoys getting what he wants.

“Hi.” I respond, dropping my gaze to his black dress shoes.

“Let’s get out of here, beautiful.” He reaches forward, sliding our fingers together and giving them a slight squeeze. He drops my hand when I begin to follow him from the room.

We walk in silence down the hall and into the main area where the player’s cars are held.

“It’s this one.” He points to a black Mercedes. The car attendant tosses Timo his keys. I slide in, taking in the expensive leather interior. Timo’s life is never lacking luxury. I cross my legs, sliding my shaking hands between my legs to squash my nerves.

“Why are you so nervous?” He laughs at me as he pulls onto the street. Once he is at a steady speed, he reaches a hand over to set it on my bouncing leg. I still immediately, feeling the rush of need replace the nerves in my body.

“I just didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Sure.” He snorts at me, like this isn’t always how it goes with us. “Nothing was keeping me from getting alone time with you. Why do you think your bother is staying late?”

“What did you do?”

“Told him he looked slow tonight.” He laughs with glee. His hand stays glued to my thigh with each twist and turn to get to his and Nico’s apartment building.

“How are you liking it here?” I ask him as we pull into the underground garage.

“Good. Different than California.” He shrugs. “But, I was ready for something new.” I nod in understanding. Last summer, while I was laying satisfied and breathless on his bare chest, he confided in me that he felt the direction of the Sharks wouldn’t include him going forward. It was hard to imagine something else, but he wanted to be moved to a cup contender. It didn’t taking much convincing from Nico that New Jersey held that possibility for him.

“Nico is happy you’re here. He wouldn’t stop talking about it when he picked me up from the airport.” I tell him as we walk towards the elevator.

“He the only Hischier who’s happy?”

I don’t respond.

We step into the elevator and he presses the button for the 10th floor. Nico lives on the 13th.

“Um.” I lean forward, pressing 13.

“You can press that button but you’re getting off on 10.” He’s leaning against the back of the elevator, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark dress pants, looking straight ahead. When the doors open on the10th floor, I walk out first.

Timo overtakes my strides, leading me towards his unit. He slides the key in, opening the door for me to walk in. I do while taking in the modern infrastructure. I don’t even get halfway to the open living room before his hands are on my hips. He pulls me back into his erection. I melt into his body, reaching to hold his head against my shoulder. His lips press against my neck, then open to glide his tongue along my skin. His fingers advance to my waist then up my pink bra. He plays with the lace at the edge of the cups, causing my nipples to tighten. Warmth pools between my legs with his thumbs gliding against my nipples. I buck my hips back into his and he grins against my shoulder.

“You need this.”

“Timo… we can’t.” I try to protest. He spins me in his arms so I am forced to look at him. The sexy desire ghosting his face has my last shred of will power disappearing like the rest of the world.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He challenges, lips ghosting over mine, invading my space just enough that the buzz increases in my ears. “Tell me.” He commands, lips brushing mine again. My eyes close completely involuntarily. I lean forward to seal his mouth with mine. He moans immediately into my mouth.

“Nico could-”

“He won’t.” Timo insists. “We’ve got at least an hour.”

His tongue swipes into my mouth, rolling and melding with mine. He tastes so good, like familiarity and bad decisions. I weave my fingers into the short hair at the back of his head, gripping him tightly to my mouth.

“Fuck, I want you so bad.” I whisper harshly to him when I have to breathe.

“Yeah. You been missing me?” He asks, tilting his head back to watch my face as he guides his hand between my legs. He takes my moan as a yes. “I want you in my bed.” He murmurs, slapping my ass and turning me towards the hallway.

We practically run down the hall. I turn when I get to the bed and he shoves me down. I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders, pulling our bodies flush together. Timo slides a hand along my outer thigh, bringing my knee up so it wraps around his waist. He grinds his erection into my heat, rutting against me until I pull away to moan loudly.

“Off.” I whine, shoving at his suit jacket. He shimmies it off with the help of my hands, then we both work on the buttons of his dress shirt. I start at the bottom, teasing his thickness with my fingers as I work the shirt from his pants. My fingers fumble with the buttons.

“Take your clothes off.” He begs me. My eyes meet his and I can see the desperation brewing. I grin back at him, reaching forward to nip at his lips. He stops his undressing to stuff my mouth with his tongue. “You taste incredible. I crave your mouth when you’re not with me.” Warmth fills my cheeks at his confession. I tug my shirt over my body, then reach around to unclasp my bra. It falls between us as Timo removes his shirt.

He leans forward, lapping at my hard nipple. He sucks it into his mouth as I lay back, letting out a loud moan. I surrender to him completely as he works me over. Dashes of pleasure work down to my pussy, making my walls clench together desperately around nothing.

“I need you.” I whimper, opening my eyes so he can see the urgency there. He pauses, teasing me again with his tongue before his skilled fingers work my jeans from me. He leaves my panties on, sliding them to the side so he can circle my clit. I wiggle against his finger, grunting out in eagerness as he tests my entrance. I contract around his finger. The teasing ceases immediately when he feels how wet I am. In one fluid motion, he flips me to my stomach. After he removes my panties, I go to my knees, tossing my hair back and waiting patiently for him to fill me.

“Condom?” He asks behind me. I can hear the foil in his fingers. As much as I don’t want a barrier, I know we should be safe.

“Yeah.”

He rolls the latex down, then grips the base of his dick to nudge my folds open. He pushes in gently, taking note of the slight whimper from me.

“I know.” He rubs my back with his thumbs where he grips my hips. “Good girl.” He praises me as he begins to move steadily in and out. The feeling of his thickness filling me completely has me speechless. My mouth drops open gratefully as I begin to rock back into his thrusts.

“Yes.” I finally moan. He leans forward, pressing his lips to my shoulder, kissing across to the other as his talented hips work into me unwaveringly slow and deep. “Oh.” I moan as he pulls back up to increase the tempo. He quickens to a steady pound as I collapse forward. My fingers grip his blue sheets into tight fists. The bed begins to rock against the wall, headboard slamming as hard as his hips into me.

“Timo, don’t- don’t stop.” My teeth grit together. My orgasm flutters my inner walls and the pleasure halts his thrusting for a moment. When he resumes, it’s faster and harder, digging me deeper into his bed.

“You’re so pretty when you’re moaning my name.” He tells me, brushing my hair from my face as I gasp below him. “Want you like this all the time.” He murmurs to me, sliding his fingers around my hip to play with my clit. “It’s been so long since it’s felt this good.” Pleasure flutters in my chest then my inner walls again. "So wet… so tight… nothing like this.” He moans loudly. The more he talks, the closer I know he is. He tightens my knees then encourages me back up. I look up at his ceiling creating just the right angle for us both. Stars explode and ringing bursts into my ears as I come loudly. Moans spill from me relentlessly until he curses behind me, filling the latex surrounding him.

His hand follows my back down to the mattress as I stuff my panting face into the silk sheets. His fingers rub gentle circles as we both come down from our high together. He leans forward, pressing his lips between my shoulder blades while still buried deep inside of me.

“I’ll be right back.” He says, gripping the condom and sliding out. I whine at the emptiness, but crawl up the bed to his pillow. I roll onto my back, dashing my fingers through my hair. I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had. That’s the problem with Timo. He’s too good to quit. And too aloof. Or maybe that was just when he was in San Jose. Maybe with him being in Jersey, things are different. I shake my head, knowing it’s too dangerous to think that way. We can never be something. I’m not giving up my career and life to follow a man around the world while he chases his dream. I’m meant for more.

Timo returns from the bathroom and rolls me over so he can slide in behind me. We spoon, sweaty skin sticking to each other. He kisses the back of my head as I stroke his arm with my red nails. This feels so good. We fit together like the final puzzle pieces in a complex picture.

“How long are you here?”

“Until next Saturday.” He doesn’t respond. “You’ll see me.” I settle the confusion I feel in his touch. He nods.

“Good.” His arms pull me in tighter.

We hold each other in silence like the familiar lovers we are. No expectations, no needless words, just the comfort of each other’s warmth. It’s blissful and I wonder how I’ll be able to let him go.

Only the thought of my brother returning to an empty apartment could pop this bubble.

“Nooooo, I hate when you leave.” He whines as I roll away from him. I stand, stretching out my back and moving to where my clothes were hastily discarded. I reach for my panties, working them up my hips. I toss a smile and sexy look at him over my shoulder. He groans.

“You should know I came to Jersey with you in mind.” He admits as I pull my jeans back up over my hips.

“Timo…”

“I know you don’t want anything serious. I’m not ready for that either.” He says as he stands in all his gorgeous nudity. “But you’re it for me, Emma Hischier. So don’t go home and fall in love with someone else.” He tilts my chin up to capture our lips again.

“Okay.” I whisper against his mouth.

I don’t know why I agree.

But deep down, I know this is far from my last night with Timo.

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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Does He Know: Part 12 (Gavi/Pedri Love Triangle)

Read the other parts HERE!

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Sara’s POV

I felt my heart break in small pieces as the door shut in front of my eyes. Unable to move my legs for a few seconds because I swore my body was about to shatter there, in the hallway. Seconds later I found myself running out towards my car when suddenly a stranger's body hit mine.

-Disculpa.- I looked up and was met with similar brown eyes to Pedri's, a smile on his face.

-Fer.- I managed to say before he cut me off holding my body up by my arms. -Sara, what's wrong? Are you okay?- Fernando, Pedri's brother, asked with a worried look look on his face. My eyes filled with tears. -I'm fine.- I lied.

-Did you come see my brother? We are preparing dinner for my mom. She's going back home tonight. I'm sure he would love to see you.-

I shook my head. -I have to go home.-

I ran to my car and pulled out without looking if another car was coming. The tears now rolling down my face making it difficult to drive but I didn't care.

I parked near my house for a few minutes while I tried to compose myself. I didn't want my parents to see me like this and begin to ask questions. They knew everything had ended with Pablo but they didn't know much else. And I didn't know how to explain it to them. How could I explain that I hated Pedri because of the power he held with me. That I wished with all of my being that I had fallen for Pablo and not him, because Pablo made it easy. Pedri didn't.

-Hola, mi niña.- said my mom as I stepped into the house. Her and my brother, David, were sitting on the couch watching television. I sat down next to my mom and placed my head on her shoulder. She began to caress my hair with her hand.

-Where's papá?- I asked, having noticed his car wasn't home and it was already late out.

-He's picking up some stuff for tomorrow's dinner. He should be home soon.- My mom said.

-The whole team is coming over!- Said David excitedly as he turned his attention from the television to my mom and I.

-What team?- I asked as my mom giggled. -Sara, what do you mean? The team is having dinner tomorrow with us, Val and her parents should be coming as well. Did you forget?-

I closed my eyes and tried to hide my annoyance. With everything going on I had forgotten about the team dinner my dad had planned weeks ago. This usually happened once a year either at ours or Val's house, our dads taking turns to host the team. As kids it was usually not a big event, we would have dinner with the adults and retreat to our rooms but things were different now. David was excited because he could have all of his idols at home, I was dreading the night knowing both Gavi and Pedri would be here.

-Will you be fine with Pablo being here?- asked my mom. I nodded. -We're fine. Don't worry mom.-

The next day I woke up a little past noon. Slow music filling up the hallway outside of my room. My mom was preparing things around the house. I laid on my bed for a few minutes before getting out of bed and going to the restroom to freshen up. I spent the rest of the day reading and trying to figure out what to wear for the dinner. Everyone was going to be casual but I knew I couldn't just wear jeans and a shirt or my dad would kill me. Over video call Val and I ended up choosing a casual dress for me to wear. I put on a little makeup and curled my hair. While I was putting on my shoes I heard the doorbell begin to ring as the first guests arrived.

When I walked down the stairs my eyes met with Gavi's who was just coming in through the front door. He was greeting my mom. He looked over at me and smiled. I walked down slowly not sure of what my next step would be but he walked over to me and smiled. -Buenas noches, Sara.- I smiled. -Buenas noches, Pablo.- He leaned in and kissed me on either cheek and with a smile walked away. Val arrived shortly after and we sat in the living room while some of the other players arrived.

My eyes kept on scanning the room to make sure I hadn't missed Pedri. He still wasn't there and I wondered if he had chosen not to come just to avoid me. Val quickly noticed and began to give me advice about not caring. -Just ignore him.- Said Val. -That's easy for you to say, you're not the one who went to his house just to get kissed and then have the door slammed on her face.- As I finished my sentence I heard the doorbell ring one more time, David rushing to open it and Pedri walking in.

-Hola enano.- Said Pedri to David who was quick to give him a high five. My dad had taken David to training a few times and Pedri had become one of his favorites. Pedri looked over towards the living room where Val and I were sitting, when our eyes met he looked down to the floor and turned his attention to my mom. She greeted him and pulled him towards the dinning room where everyone was getting ready to sit.

-Valeria, Sara, vamos.- yelled my mom for us to follow them.

Val and I sat next to each other close to our parents while the rest sat in smaller groups. David chose to sit in the table where Pedri and Gavi were sitting along with Ferran and Ansu. They all joked with him. I smiled seeing my little brother laugh as the others entertained him. Pedri looked over and our eyes met again. He offered a shy smile to which I smiled back and turned my attention back to the table where my dad and Xavi were talking.

After dinner everyone sat around and talked. Val got a call from her boyfriend and went up to my room to be able to talk in private while I went out to the back garden and sat on one of the stone benches. The night sky had fallen over Barcelona and it was quiet, the chirping of crickets being the only thing around. Suddenly I heard footsteps followed by a shy -Hola.- I turned around and found Pedri standing there.

-Hola.- I responded as he took a step and sat down next to me. I didn't turn over to him or say anything, he didn't either. I felt as the warmth of his arm radiated towards mine, sitting side by side.

-You have a beautiful house.- He said.

-My parents have worked hard for it.-

-Tu madre es muy maja.- He said which caused me to smile. -She is.-

Silence overtook us. I hoped he would speak up soon, embarrassed that he could hear my accelerated heartbeat, an effect he had on me every time he was near.

-Lo siento.- I'm sorry. He finally mumbled. I turned over to look at him, the moon light shinning down on his beautiful brown eyes which showed sadness. -For what?-

-You're not nobody.-He said referencing to what he had told his mother as he closed the door on my face the day before.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned my head to look forward again. -I guess I deserved it. I yelled at you while you were laying in a hospital bed and stormed off.-

He didn't say anything for a few seconds. Then I felt his fingers begin to trace over my own on the hand that was resting on the bench. -If we're being honest, that hurt me more than the blow I took against the goal post.- He let out a small chuckle.

-And also, if we're being honest...- He took a deep breathe before continuing his sentence. -I don't know what I'm doing.-

-I don't want to hurt you anymore.- I said catching myself off guard. Deep down I knew every time that Pedri had lashed out on me it had been my fault. When he told me to get out of his car, it was because I had blamed him, telling him I just needed to fuck him and then he could stay away from me like if I wasn't by my own free will trying to be with him too.

-I think I like you, Sara. More than I should.- He whispered almost as if he was scared I would hear his confession.

-But maybe we should wait. Until I can't hurt you anymore.- I said.-You said you wanted to start this off right, at the hospital.- I went on.

He turned his gaze from the trees in front of us to me. Waiting and hoping to hear what he wanted to hear from my lips, knowing something else was coming. Deciding to lessen the blow himself.

-I think I need some time, Sara.-

I turned over to look at him. His eyes immediately captivating me as he looked down at my lips and licked his own. -For?- I asked.

-To understand what you've done to me.-

Pedri's POV

-To understand what you've done to me.- I said as I felt my chest compress.

The truth was that I wasn't looking for someone like Sara. I was perfectly fine playing futbol and living my dream. I didn't want someone like Sara in my life, but that's the tricky part about love. When you fall in love you don't chose it, it just happens. And instead of just accepting it, I was doing everything wrong. I was pushing Sara away with every action because I was afraid to accept it.

-I don't know what you've done to me either, Pedri.- She finally spoke up. I turned over to look at her and smiled.

-I'm sorry.- I whispered as I leaned closer to her. I lifted my hand up to hold her chin and tilt her face up to look at me. She smiled and I felt a warm feeling in my stomach. I licked my lips as I looked at her, wanting nothing more than to feel her lips touch mine again. Her body against mine.

-Can I kiss you?- I asked as I looked into her eyes.

She smiled. -This is the first time you've asked for permission.-

I shrugged my shoulders. -I said I wanted to start this off right, didn't I?- she smiled and nodded her head. As I leaned in and felt her lips closer to mine a voice interrupted us.

-Sara. Pedro.- I pulled away and turned around to a shadow near us, her mother.

-Señora Torres.- I said as she took a step closer to us.

-Pedro, they're looking for you.-

I stood up and looked back at Sara with a smile. -Disculpa, Sara. Have a good night.- She sat there looking up at me with a shy smile. -Buenas Noches, Pedri.-

Sara's POV

As Pedri walked back into the house my mom took a few steps closer and sat down next to me on the bench. Neither of us saying a word

-The way he looks at you, Sara.- She began as I nervously put a strand of my hair behind my hear and kept my eyes locked at the trees in front of us.

-That's why you and Pablo broke up, isn't it?- she asked.

-Mom, it's...- She interrupted me.

-I don't blame you. And I'm not asking for an explanation Sara. But the way he looks at you, like you're magic. Like you're the answer to everything.-

I smiled and looked over at my mom. She grabbed my hand. -That's worth whatever is going on, mi niña.-

-He just told me he needs time.- I looked down at the floor as I took a deep breathe . For the first time since Pedri had said those words finally letting it hit me.

-You know, when I was your age there was one person who looked at me like that.- She went on. I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder. -Papá?-

My mom remained silent for a few minutes before responding. -No, not papá. Carlos.-

-What happened with Carlos?-

-Carlos was someone who looked at me the way Pedri looks at you, but I didn't realize it until it was too late.-

-But, papá.- I interrupted her.

-Sara, I love your dad. But to this day, I wonder what happened to Carlos. What would have been.-

-Do you wish you would have stayed with him?-

-I wouldn't have you or David, so no. But there's always that doubt. You don't want to have that in your life, Sara.-

-Why did you let him go?-

-I didn't give him time, Sara. The timing was wrong. I wanted so deeply to save him, to make us be what he wanted at that moment that I pushed him away. Let him go Sara, let him see what he wants. Because trust me, it's you, Sara.-

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 2 years

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Having feelings for both Jeremy and Kol, you're are friend's with both of them, are human. You distant yourself from them but they want to know why cuz they don't like it. Reader always tries to stay busy since her feelings grow for both of them. -I'll let you decide if you want one, both or none to feel the same way or however you think is best to go- Thank you so much.

The Further I Go | Kol Mikaelson x Jeremy Gilbert x Reader

my masterlist ↪M A S T E R L I S T

warning ↪ reader is the youngest salvatore sibling.

I heard Kol and Jeremy like Y/n Y/l/n those were the words that made me want to die. Two good ex-friends both like me, one a vampire hunter and the other an original vampire.

It had been going on for months, the constant impressions and taking me out. Almost felt forced like it was a competition and I didn't like them both which made things hard for me because it was like I had to make a choice between the both of them.

"Y/n" Jeremy smiles walking into our class together "Are you going to the Mikaelson ball?" he asked me, shit.

I had forgotten about the Mikaelson ball, Kol had invited me a few weeks ago but I had never responded to his invitation because of Jeremy.

"Uh yeah I did hear about it." I say focusing on my history work, which was easier now more than ever thanks to stupid vampires and vampire hunters being in love with me.

"Would you like to go with me?" he asked "I'd prefer to go by myself." I say sweetly, it's not like I hated Jeremy but I didn't like him all too well.

You see, unlike Kol, Jeremy found fault in his 'opponent' the age gap, the murderous soul and retched family. It wasn't like Jeremy was all to perfect despite his whole life being fed to him in spoonfuls.

"Kol beat me?" he says quietly, Kol's name rung in everybody's ear. Almost like they knew who he was already just by hearing his name "well given i tried to go to whitmore, only to be followed by you both, then move back here and you both follow me again. No, it isn't the Mikaelson. I need free drinks." I say standing up and walking off

"I don't get payed at all for this you know, cut it out." I huff looking back up to our teacher who had been talking about history for that past hour.

"you don't get payed at all." Jeremy snickers "you're right, i need to. I put up with both or your bullshit, inside and outside of school." I mumble tapping my pen against the desk, waiting for the bell to save me and leave the school for the rest of the day.

Looking up at the clock, watching the arms move slower than usual.

Then everyone stands up "was that the bell? I didn't even hear it?" I say confused packing my stuff up "probably because you're good at ignoring things." jeremy chuckles "I can take you home?" he asks and I shake my head "I'm fine, thanks." I smile.

Rushing out of the classroom, waiting for Damon to pick me up from school "Y/N" a very familiar, not damon voice yells and I roll my eyes realising it was the only other person from Jeremy that I didn't want to speak to.

"Damon and Stefan are Busy with Niklaus and Elijah, So I figured why not pick you up myself." He continues yelling as I cross the street over to him getting in the car "I'm doing this because my house is too far from here." sighing, buckling myself up.

"How was your day?" he asks and I shrug "Jeremy wanted to take me to that stupid thing you guys are holding, he thought you asked me before him." I sigh not looking at him as he starts the car.

"Well I find it funny, which lover will you chose." Kol laughs to himself "it's not funny, its a vampire hunter or a vampire, an original one at that." I glare at him before looking back out the window.

"You promised not to see me until the party anyways." I was slightly annoyed at the Mikaelson, I had sworn to him last week that I didn't want to see his face "Well Damon didn't know about your vow to stab me with a pencil if you saw me again." he laughs.

"Besides, i'm only dropping you back off to your brothers before I go on a hike with Niklaus, you think this body just stays in shape all the time." he jokes around and I laugh "given you were daggered for a century, I think you're fine." I mumble.

"I'm fine?" he questions me and I nod "fine, nothing more, nothing less."

We arrive home, and he was right, no one was home.

"Right back to ignoring me I assume?" he says as I exit the car, nodding "Yep." I chuckle "theres a chuckle, i think I even got a laugh from you in this car." he says and I slam the car door in his face, he winds my window down "why do you ignore me?" he asks.

"Like I said, Vampire Hunter, Vampire. Who to choose? Myself." I smile to him as he nods before I walk into my house hearing his car leave the driveway.

My phone rings and I answer it immediately "you seriously agreed to KOL dropping me off. Damon what the fu-" "hold on y/n, i have a reason. Klaus and Elijah have a solid plan, I know that the little Mikaelson has a crush on you so I knew that he wouldn't hurt you." Damon cuts me off.

"I also know there little Gilbert would have offered but since you and Kol have chemistry I'd assume that you wanted to ride home with him-" "chemistry, are you stupid I'm trying to avoid them... BOTH." I cut off my oldest brother "And How was I suppose to know?" he asks.

"I don't know, but don't just assume because I have chemistry with someone that I want a ride home from them." I hiss angrily before hanging up on Damon and racing up to my bedroom.

Throwing my bag on my bed, laying down next to it. Damon's words repeat in my mind 'you and Kol have chemistry', I suppose we did. Not in the way Damon was insinuating be we still had chemistry.

But I tried so hard to stay away from him, and every time he just came back.

Sure, Jeremy and I had something but to me it was nothing more than friends, no chemistry we only shared interests.

Kol is different, I think I've known that for longer than I'd like to admit. Yet, the further I go from the both of them only one seems to come back and its the one I don't want to come back the most, Kol.

Kol Bloody Mikaelson.

But Jeremy... is technically dating Bonnie. Well, I suppose he isn't but they have a thing too, when he isn't with me anyway.

I mean it had only been a week of me trying to distance myself from them, I had been failing with Jeremy because of School but Kol's appearance was random and not my fault.

No this can't happen.

Sitting up on my bed, taking my bag off of my bed and emptying all the things I need before putting it on my door handle. I'll keep myself occupied, keep myself in this house until the Mikaelson's leave and until Jeremy gets with Bonnie.

the next day

"Y/N?" A british voice yells from outside my balcony, no, no, no.

It's only been a day, this can't be. "Y/N!" this voice continues from outside. "Y/n, i think someone is waiting for you." Stefan yells from the stairs "It's nobody" I yell back.

Continuing to fold my clothes the door opens "Mikaelson is here." Jeremy says, alright so maybe Jeremy was ok. He wasn't the one I was trying to preserve my feelings for.

"I know, don't let him in my room." I huff placing my folded clothes in my drawers, distracting myself by grabbing a book off of my shelf and reading it at my desk, Jeremy leaves and the voice continues yelling from outside.

"Why exactly am I not allowed inside?" he questions softly, I listen closely as my ears were damaged from hearing Elena and Damon all night.

"Because, she doesn't want you here exactly." Jeremy said softly "or is it because you want her to yourself?" Ko'ls attitude heightened, I knew he got pissed off easily but that was quick because I heard his fangs come out a few seconds after his question.

"KOL" I yell out "Leave Jeremy alone, he's just doing what I told him to do." I say looking down at him "well why?" Kol asks softly, his veins going back into his anger issued body "I'm testing a theory, which I obviosuly can't stand by if you're here trying to kill my sister-in-laws brother, which I suppose in a way is my brother" I say stranged out by my sentence.

"They aren't married." Kol says weirded out by what I just said "right, but anyways you can't come over." I say to him as he throws his arms up "Well why is that?" he asks me "you know I can just jump up there." he mumbles "I know you can, but I know that you respect me enough to respect my wishes." I smile to him and he sighs and nods.

"I guess I'll hang out with Elijah and Niklaus, good fun." he groans.

Continuing on with my book I hear his car start, something in me doesn't let him leave.

"Kol" I rush out of my balcony and he pokes his head out of the window "Yeah?" he says "Come inside." I mumble to him.

"He did ask you to the ball, didn't he?" Jeremy says at my door and I turn to him "No, Jer he didn't." I say "But you like him." Jeremy says and I bite my lip.

I had only figured that out yesterday, but if Jeremy could see it then I realise that it must be true. So I nod and he nods back almost like he accepted his fate long before it was shown to him.

"It's just the further I go from you both, it seems that he always seems to come back and not make it awkward. Besides you have bonnie." I smile to him and he nods.

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hookingminor · 2 years

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baby, you make me crazy (pt 2) - tyson jost

a/n: so I have decided that tyson will be staying an av for the sake of this series (I'll write a minny epilogue or smthn but I'm not ready to face reality yet)

word count: 4.5k

warnings (18+): smut (unprotected), oral (m receiving), sorry this chapter is pretty much all porn no plot enjoy

1 / 2 / 3 / 4

2. The Revelation

Tyson was glad to hear your first date with Will had been a success. You heeded his advice down to every detail and made yourself mysterious but still interested, and you didn’t take Will up on his offer to move things back to his place. Instead, you let him walk you to your car and gave him a chaste but sweet kiss on the cheek and told him to call you later if he wanted to see you again.

In all honesty, you didn’t know if you impressed him enough to warrant a second date, but you were pleasantly surprised when Will asked if you’d be free again in two weeks for another date since he would be out of town for a conference and on call until then. You eagerly agreed until you came to the realization that you’d most likely take things past innocent cheek kisses if you continued to see Will.

Which is how you found yourself propositioning Tyson for a second time, but this one was asking for a lot more than just a simple dinner date.

“You want me to what?” Tyson sputtered after nearly choking on his pre-game protein shake.

Okay, so you were a bit sheepish in explaining exactly what you wanted him to do. “I need your help with some sex stuff,” you admitted again. “I don’t exactly have a lot of experience. There’s only been two guys and that was ages ago, and I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

You figured Tyson would be the best person to help you out with your problem. God knows he got around plenty in the city and was sure to have a few tricks up his sleeve. At the very least, he respected you enough to be honest with you about your performance which is something you desperately needed. The first and only blowjob you’d ever given lasted all of two minutes, and you weren’t even sure you’d done it right and had been scared to attempt another one ever since.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to drop the bomb on him when you were lounging on the couch before he had to leave for a game, though.

“So you want me to what? Give you a sex lesson? You know how insane you sound, right?”

“Oh, grow up, Tyson.” You rolled your eyes. This was just a mature, consensual transaction. “You’re my best friend, and I trust you to be honest with me. I cannot embarrass myself with an older guy, and you’re the best option to get me ready.”

“Do you think I’m some kind of fluffer or something?” He scoffed in offense.

“It’s just sex,” you deadpanned. “Is this a matter of you not finding me attractive? I’ll let you hit it from behind if it’s that. Or you can just, like, close your eyes and imagine someone else if that works. I find you attractive if you’re worried about that.”

He stared at you with a blank expression. How were you so casual about this? “I can’t tell if you’re insulting me or yourself more.”

“Well, I can’t think of any other reason why you’d object to this. You’ve already slept with at least half this city.”

“You can’t think of any other reason?” He was fully laughing now. “How about the fact that you’re my best friend and I see you nearly every day. Is that not a turn off for you?”

“Oh, I get it now.” Realization washed over you. “You’re the one that doesn’t want to see me after we do this. You’re the one that’s going to get weird about it.”

“I would not!” He blushed in indignation. “I just don’t want you to get weird about it and have it ruin our friendship. I don’t think you’re really thinking this through.”

“It’s just sex.”

“It’s not just sex with you.”

You took a minute to rethink your strategy. You really needed him for this.

“Please, Tyson.” You pouted. “I need your help. You’re the only one I trust.”

If there was anything Tyson hated most in the world, it was your pouty face when you needed him for something. He hated telling you no with every fiber of his being. A silent pause fell over you while he thought about your offer.

It’s not like he didn’t find you attractive. Objectively speaking, he knew you were. He just never thought about you like that. Sure, he’d done some cursory glances over your body whenever he saw you in short skirts or tight tops, but he’d never let himself fantasize about you.

Well, except for that one dream he had a month after meeting you, but that was so long ago he barely remembered it happened. Or how hard he’d been when he woke up and how cold his shower was that morning.

God, this really wasn’t a good idea, but he went on anyway.

“You promise this won’t ruin things? You won’t be weird about it after?” He asked.

“Scout’s honor.” You saluted him.

“Just sex?”

“Just sex.”

“This is only going to be a one time thing though, okay?” Tyson added. You nodded vehemently.

“I know I already owe you for the fake date thing, but I swear I owe you my entire life, Tyson. Seriously, I promise I’ll never ask for anything ever again,” you promised.

“Good because you’re not allowed to ask me for anything ever again. No more guilt trips from you because this is the extent of my friendship.”

“Promise,” you swore. “We can even get it out of the way now. You have half an hour before you have to leave, right?”

Tyson firmly believed he’d been sent to an alternate universe because everything you had said in the past ten minutes sounded batshit insane. What the hell had gotten into you? Had someone possessed your body? Was he being pranked right now? There was no way you could be propositioning him like this right now.

“Babe, I love you, so I’m going to do you a favor and not take you up on that because you deserve more than thirty minutes from me.”

“I can’t tell if you’re bragging or not.” Surely thirty minutes was plenty of time to get the job done. “How about just a blowjob then? We can have sex after the game tonight.”

Tyson’s brain had fully gone blank now. He couldn’t form a single coherent thought if his life depended on it. Apparently he’d taken too long to reply because you slid to your knees in front of him and placed a hand on his thigh and waited for him to catch up.

“Tyson? Clock’s ticking. Do you want me to blow you or not?”

What a fucking loaded question that was. Did he want you to blow him? He didn’t know the answer. Yes? Who was he to turn down a blowjob? An enthusiastic one at that? No? You were his friend and he really shouldn’t be wanting to feel your mouth on him.

Tyson’s stomach was in knots over this situation and he didn’t think he could possibly get hard when you’d just thrown him in for the biggest loop ever, but his cock twitched in interest the second your hand caressed his thigh.

Fuck. If he was going to hell, he might as well make it worth it, right?

“Okay, yeah,” he finally answered. He hoped you didn’t notice his hands shaking as he undid the few buttons of his dress shirt he managed to button before you flipped his world upside down.

You gave him a victorious grin as you took the hair tie from your wrist and moved to pull your hair back. Then you halted. “So what do you like?” You asked. “Hair back or are you more of a hands-on guy?” Fuck if his cock didn’t throb in his pants at your question. “You know what? I’ll let you decide.” And with that, you handed him your hair tie.

Yeah, he was hard as granite now with your hair tie in his palm and your hands working on his belt.

“I’m going to need some instruction here,” you reminded him. “I’ve never really done this before.”

Tyson gulped and nodded, allowing you to unbutton his pants and shimmy them down his thighs. Never really done this before? He shouldn’t have found the thought so fucking hot, but the idea of being the first real man inside your mouth stirred at something deep inside his gut. This was such a bad idea.

Then your hand wrapped around his bare cock and his fate was sealed. He was definitely burning in hell for this.

Your first pulls were soft and tentative, just getting acquainted to the feel of Tyson in your hand. His skin was almost silky in a way, and his cock only grew stiffer with your tugs until you were sure he couldn’t get any harder.

You didn’t have a lot of experience with dicks, but you were almost tempted to say Tyson’s cock was pretty, something you didn’t think was possible to describe cocks.

“Harder.” Tyson’s chest heaved above you, but he kept his gaze focused on you.

You listened to his request, squeezing his cock tighter in your hand and running your thumb over the slit leaking with pre-cum.

Then you lowered your head and ran your tongue along the underside of his cock before closing your lips around the head and sucking.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he cursed, and his hands immediately flew to your head to guide your movements. “Fucking hell, babe.”

His comments encouraged you, and you took him deeper into your mouth. You weren’t brave enough to try and deep throat him your first time, so you kept your hand wrapped around his base and squeezing while your mouth worked the top.

Your movements were a little awkward. There wasn’t a steady rhythm you kept, but it only kept him on edge because he didn’t know what your next move was going to be.

Tyson let you go about your way for a minute before he was tightening his hold on your head and steering your movements a little more forcefully. Not enough to hurt you or give you more than you could take but just enough to create a pace that satisfied him.

“Focus on the head,” he instructed. “It’s the most sensitive part.”

You followed his lead, flattening your tongue over the slit and hollowing your cheeks around the tip.

Tyson reached the edge embarrassingly quickly given the vast blowjob experience he had, but for some reason he wasn’t able to recall any of them before you. All he could focus on right now was the wet heat of your mouth closed around his cock.

Fuck, was your mouth always this goddamn erotic? Tyson was sure he wasn’t going to look at your face again without imagining your teary eyes as you choked on his cock.

And now he was even closer to coming just imagining the thought of fucking your throat in the future.

Except there would be no future, he reminded himself.

“I’m close,” he grunted, running his thumb over your cheek to guide you off his dick. You were thankful for the reprieve because you definitely weren’t brave enough to try and swallow your first time.

Tyson’s hand fell from your head and clenched the couch cushions beside him while your hand worked him the rest of the way. God, he wasn’t going to be able to look at your hands without thinking about them wrapped around his swollen cock either. Every single feature about you would remind him of this exact moment.

His abs tightened before your eyes as that low fire in his body finally pooled over and onto his stomach in white ropes. Your hand slowed its tugs until he was spent and softening in your grasp. Running your thumb over his slit, you collected the last bit of cum resting there and brought it to your lips.

Out of curiosity, of course.

Tyson hadn’t come so hard from a blowjob in… forever. And the sight of you tasting his cum after literally blowing his brains out had his cock twitching with renewed interest.

“I guess that’s one perk of being on a strict diet,” you hummed at the taste. It wasn’t great, but it surely wasn’t the worst if any of your friends were to be believed. You weren’t sure what possessed you lean in and run your tongue over his abdomen for another taste, but Tyson wasn’t complaining.

He felt drunk. His brain felt all fuzzy and his body felt loose and all he wanted to do was pass out and take a nap. Preferably with you in his arms, but he was blaming that on his fuzzy brain playing tricks on him.

“So?” You asked after you had finished your excavation, pulling his boxers back up just enough to cover him. “How’d I do? Any tips?”

Any tips? Maybe if Tyson could form a coherent thought he could’ve come up with some lame advice to give you to deter you from the fact that you had just given him the best head of his life.

“I think you have nothing to worry about,” Tyson supplied. “Just be mindful of the teeth, but I think you’re all good to go.” The words felt like acid on his tongue, but he didn’t trust himself to say anything closer to the truth. The truth being that he wanted to forget about the game he had to leave for in ten minutes and bend you over this couch and fuck you so hard you forgot everything except his name.

“Really?” You looked so proud hunched back on your knees beneath him and wiping at your mouth, and now all thoughts of this couch would be tainted with the image of you before him like this. Tyson hummed in agreement.

“Fuck, it’s almost 4:30, you need to get going, don’t you?” Hurriedly, you pushed up to your feet using his thighs as leverage and readjusted your clothes. “I’ll see you later after the game?”

Time moved at half speed in Tyson’s brain, and he barely registered your words before he was nodding. “Good luck tonight,” you said, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and grabbing your things to leave. “Tell Burky to score a goal for me tonight!”

A split second later and you were out the door and Tyson was still lounged on the couch with his cum drying on his stomach. He definitely didn’t have enough time to take another shower and now he only had five minutes to somehow clear his mind and leave and play a game in three hours. How was he going to think about anything other than you? And he was expected to have sex with you later tonight?

This was going to be the most excruciating night of his life.

Tyson blacked out the second he saw you waiting in his apartment after the game curled up on his couch like you lived there.

For the past six hours, his attention was split between imagining how he wanted to have you and how he needed to fucking focus on the game at hand. He thought about canceling on you and calling the whole thing off, but the text you sent him after he got back to the locker room congratulating him on his goal changed his mind.

The entire game was a blur to him. He barely remembered the penalty he’d taken and the pep talks during intermission. Somehow he scored a goal in the second period? He didn’t remember, but JT had crushed him against the boards in a hug and then the game was over and they had won.

Tyson was itching to greet you in the tunnel afterwards, but scoring a goal meant he was chosen for postgame media, and you decided to just meet him back at his place rather than wait for him to wrap up.

“There he is! Second star of the game!” You cheered when he locked the door behind him.

His tie was loosened around his neck with the first few buttons undone at the top. Tyson had to change his entire outfit after you left because the fabric had you all over it and there was no way he could walk into that locker room with a hard on.

Which was already back to a semi when he spotted you still in his jersey.

“Grab some popcorn after you change! I’ve got Inglourious Basterds queued up for us tonight.” Whatever anxiety Tyson was feeling dissipated at your casual friendliness. Maybe he should’ve been worried he’d be the one to ruin things because you weren’t even fazed about the situation.

Tyson let the stress roll off of him as he disappeared to throw on a t-shirt and some shorts, snatching a bag of the healthy popcorn he had to keep at his apartment since you conned him into too many buttery microwave popcorn bags in the past.

“I hate this shit,” you grumbled when he tossed it at you but dug into it anyway.

“Well, Nate ribbed me for even owning microwave popcorn last time he was here, and I don’t feel like skating suicides.”

You curled into Tyson’s side anyway, as was tradition during movie nights, and pressed play but Tyson’s attention was everywhere but on the television in front of him. How could his attention be anywhere but on your body against his and taking note of how every curve of yours molded perfectly to his body?

Tyson couldn’t help but glance your way every few minutes, fixated on your lips. You ate the popcorn silently, and he could spot the few morsels of salt on your mouth and he wanted nothing more than to lick it off of you. How hadn’t he kissed you yet? You had your mouth around his cock hours ago and licked his cum off his stomach but he hadn’t tasted your lips yet?

He knew the mood you were trying to set. It was a classic movie and chill set up that he used numerous times in the past, but for the first time ever he felt nervous.

Your fingers drummed mindlessly over his chest as the movie played on with one of your legs nestled between both of his. Fuck it. It was now or never.

Tyson knew you were waiting for him to make the first move, so he cupped your cheek with his hand and tilted your head up to his and did what he’d been dying to do all night. He kissed you.

His lips were soft against yours at first, full of a tenderness you always knew Tyson was capable of. It shocked him how right your mouth felt pressed against his, and it shocked you how good the scruff of his beard felt scratching your cheeks. Damn, did he know how to kiss.

Tyson was smooth and slow, coaxing you into a sweet dance that had your core filling with heat. You didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on from just kissing, but god was it easy when Tyson’s hand was gripping your jaw and angling your head the way he liked.

And then he slid his tongue into your mouth, and you let out the most pitiful moan at the contact.

Needing to be closer, you maneuvered your leg to his other side, pulling yourself over to straddle his lap and settle yourself over his crotch. Tyson’s hand fell to your hip while his other stayed on your neck, his thumb placing just a slight pressure against your pulse and pulling another moan from you.

You felt his cock grow harder against your core, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips against him. Tyson moaned into your mouth this time, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as you continued to grind against him.

Never in his life was Tyson ever this fucking hard for someone.

“Can I ride you?” You mumbled against his lips.

He let out a shaky breath before nodding eagerly. “Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“God, you’re easy,” you chuckled, pulling back in one swift movement to remove your oversized jersey to reveal your bra.

“I’m a man,” he teased. “Of course I’m easy.” His hands lifted to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your hardened nipples through the lacy fabric. He had half a mind to think you wore this for him, but he’d be truly fucked over if he let himself believe that.

Tyson sat up himself to briefly tear off his own t-shirt because he needed to feel your skin against his. He pulled you back down to meet his lips, wrapping an arm around your torso to crush your chest to his. Deft fingers undid the clasp around your back in one movement, and you shrugged off the bra and threw it to the side.

A ragged breath left his mouth when he saw your naked chest, and his lips were attached to your chest before he could think about it. His thumb and forefinger tweaked your nipple while his lips closed around the other and he tugged it between his teeth.

“Tyson,” you whined, fingers tugging harshly at his curls while you threw your head back in pleasure.

“Yeah, baby? What do you need?” His glazed over eyes met yours.

“I need you inside me,” you mewled.

If someone had told Tyson twenty-four hours ago that you’d be grinding on his hard cock and begging to fuck him, he would’ve laughed. He would’ve bet a million dollars then that there was no way that would ever happen, and he’d be a broke man right now. Hell, if someone told Tyson he’d ever want you like this, he wouldn’t have believed them.

Now he felt like he was going to die if he wasn’t buried inside your cunt within the next minute.

“Sit up for a second, baby,” he ordered, lifting your hips just enough for him to shrug his shorts down.

Yours were flimsy enough that he could slide them to the side and dip his fingers to run through your folds. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked,” Tyson groaned again. You were already dripping down your thighs, and Tyson easily sunk one finger into your heat. Fuck, you were tight.

In another scenario, Tyson would’ve splayed you out like his last meal and feasted on you until you’d been so blissed out you couldn’t take any more, but this was his reality. Instead, he entered a second finger, pumping into you gently until you blossomed around him and then he was centering you over his cock.

You slid down on him, sinking all the way to the base until you could feel him deep in your guts. “Oh god,” you sighed, pausing once he was all the way inside you. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Tys, but I didn’t think you’d be this big.”

Your fingernails dug into his chest while you let your walls get accustomed to his size and his nails dug crescent shapes into your hips. “Fuck,” he moaned. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I didn’t think you’d be this fucking tight.”

The first shift of your hips had you both groaning in pleasure as his cock dragged against your walls. You started a slow pace, taking your time in finding a rhythm and angle that best hit that spot inside you.

“I need you to move faster, babe. I’m dying here,” Tyson said, pain laced in his voice. Next time he was taking the reigns and fucking you how he wanted.

No. There is no next time.

His hands lifted you until his tip was just barely in your entrance, and he was slamming you down onto his cock with the next thrust. A gasp left your throat at the force, and Tyson was mesmerized by the sight of you on top of him, tits bouncing while he watched his cock disappear inside you.

A hand wrapped around your neck brought you back down to earth and back to Tyson’s lips as he kissed you deeply. This angle had him hitting your front wall in the best of ways, and it only took a few thrusts before you were starting to see stars.

“Tyson,” you whimpered, letting your head fall against his neck as you picked up the pace.

“I know, baby. Where do you want me?” He asked softly into your ear.

“Inside me,” you answered without hesitation. “Oh god.” His pelvis rubbed perfectly against your clit just now, and you sank your teeth into his shoulder as you came around him.

Tyson was soon to follow, the pulsating of your pussy sending him over the edge until he was stilling inside you and filling you up. He came with a guttural moan, hands keeping you buried on his cock.

He finished inside you. You, his best friend of nearly five years now, were seated on his cock and he just stuffed you full of his cum.

You collapsed against his chest in a boneless heap, heaving to catch your breath with Tyson still inside you. Life was so funny sometimes.

As much as Tyson wished to stay inside you like this, which was a lot, he knew he had to lift you off of him. You whined at the loss of contact when he pulled out, a dribble of cum following his path.

“Thank you,” you said after a few moments of silence, making yourself comfortable in Tyson’s side.

Right, Tyson thought. His heart dropped just a little bit. This was just a favor.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your hairline.

“Better than okay,” you chuckled. “I hate to say this, but I have to give credit where credit is due. You really know your shit, Tys.”

That pulled a laugh from him, and you could feel the rumble of his chest against you.

Another silence fell over you after that, and Tyson glanced down to find you dozing away on his chest. Your eyes had drifted closed and your breathing had evened out, and Tyson’s chest cracked open with realization.

He was into you. As more than a friend. Definitely more than a friend. There was no way he’d be able to view you the same as before, that much was for sure. You’d crossed a line and Tyson couldn’t go back.

The dull panic set in, and he was afraid his racing pulse was going to wake you. His chest tightened in a way he was unfamiliar with, and the feeling worried him. You were his best friend and you just promised this wouldn’t change anything, and here he was having post-nut revelations about his newly-discovered feelings for you.

Newly discovered or deeply hidden? Tyson wasn’t sure. Had he always had these feelings for you but just never acknowledged them? He was bound to give himself a headache thinking this over, and it’s not really something he wasn’t to delve into when you were sleeping away peacefully on his chest.

All Tyson did know was that he never wanted to leave this spot.

And that you were never getting this close to Will ever. Not if he could help it.

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Crush part 1

this one is going to be an on going story. i’m not sure how many parts it’ll have all said and done, i’m just gonna write until it feels right to stop. it’ll involve plenty of fluff, smut, and angst. warnings include a mention of an abusive relationship, physical fighting, and a very brief mention of manipulation into sex. I think that’s it for now. let me know what you guys think. other than that, enjoy :)

I woke up to the sunlight shining in through my black curtains. It’s not as bright as it usually is, so I assume it’s a rainy day. I like these days. They bring me a feeling of peace and calmness, which is much needed right now.

I roll over and look at my phone. 3 new texts from my ex, Luke. Well, he’s sort of my ex. We only officially dated for a week but talked for maybe 4 months before that. I found out a few weeks ago that when he met me, he had made a bet with his friends to see which one of them could cause me to break my celibacy first.

I was obviously devastated. I mean my celibacy was just a personal choice, not a religious thing or anything like that. But I got out of a heavily abusive relationship almost 2 years ago and swore up and down that the next person I’m with would be someone who wants to be with me and who treats me right. I thought I found that in Luke, but clearly I didn’t.

My heart was broken when I found out. I was basically manipulated into having sex, he wasn’t up front with his intentions from the start. I felt like an object. I felt violated. It fucking hurt to say the least, especially after everything I had been through in the past.

I was with Luke at dinner when I discovered this, and he all but got on his knees and begged for forgiveness. He swore he was sorry, and that it started like that but that he quickly developed real feelings for me. He swore he loved me, and hated himself for his actions. But I couldn’t be with him anymore. I just don’t have the energy to deal with something like that. It was a gross thing to do, and it showed me his true colors. The fact he would even be the type of person to not only entertain that idea, but to actually pursue it? It ruined my trust in him and made me want to shut down completely and never attempt to date again. I’m done with him.

Luke 8:54 am

Good morning y/n

Luke 9:02 am

I miss you

Luke 9:15 am

Can we please talk today?

I read the messages, rolling my eyes and laying my phone back down beside me. I take a moment to clear my mind and meditate before I climb out of bed. I head downstairs and put on some coffee and throw some oatmeal in the microwave.

My phone starts ringing. It’s Vinnie.

“Hello?” I say in a cheerful voice.

“Hey, are you coming over today? Jett and I were about to head out to get some Starbucks and we can go ahead and pick you up if you’re ready,” he says.

My car is currently in the shop so I have no way to get anywhere right now.

“Yeah! That would be great. I just made some coffee and my breakfast. When will you be here?”

“Uh, maybe 45 minutes?”

“I’ll be ready,” I say. “Just let me know when you’re like 5 minutes out.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye, y/n.” I can hear his smile through his voice.

“Bye, Vinnie,” I laugh a little as I hang up the phone. I quickly eat, then run upstairs to get dressed. It’s a sweater and jeans kinda day for sure. I brush my hair and teeth and sit at my vanity to put a little makeup on.

While I’m doing my makeup, I shift in my seat nervously. I take a deep breath to calm myself. I always get nervous before I see Vinnie. I don’t know why, I’ve known him since I moved to LA. We’re good friends.

But I have a sneaking suspicion that he likes me. Like... likes me likes me. The only thing is, Vinnie isn’t too much of “ladies man”. I mean he is as far as women liking him goes but he cannot flirt or drop a hint to someone he likes if it meant saving his life. When he tries to, it’s just awkward. But it’s sort of a charming awkwardness. It always makes me smile.

With that being said, I’m still not fully convinced he actually does like me because of this. It’s just hard to tell by the way he acts. But the main reason I think he does is because a few months ago when Luke and I were just starting to get close we were at a party at the Hype House. Vinnie was drunk and in a mood that night. Hyper as hell and frustrated with everyone but with an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude, and he and Luke had a moment.

—

Flashback

Luke and I arrived at the party and we took a few shots together. Vinnie is usually the first to greet me when I come over but tonight he acted like he couldn’t care less, which was weird. He seemed upset about something but seemed like he was trying to hide it or play it off. I still felt his eyes glued to me all night. Every time I glanced over at him, he was already looking at me but he wouldn’t keep his eye contact with me. He’d just look away with a pouty look on his face.

Everyone started playing a drinking game that was basically just truth or dare but if you don’t answer the question or do the dare, you take a shot.

Everyone was sitting at the dining table, and the game came around to me.

“Alright, y/n, truth or dare?” Liza asks.

“Uhhh, dare?” I say, smiling.

“Alright, I dare you to kiss Luke,” she laughs and everyone except Vinnie lets out a little ‘ooooo’ sound.

I look over at Luke, blushing. I haven’t kissed him yet, or anyone in a while for that matter. I’m not sure I want my first kiss in nearly 2 years to be while I’m drunk with a room full of people staring at us.

“I don’t know,” I laugh shaking my head.

“Oh come on, y/n. Give me a little kiss,” Luke says, nudging my arm.

“I think I’ll just take a shot,” I say, laughing it off.

“Oh come on, you seriously won’t kiss me?” Luke said, smiling but sounding genuinely frustrated.

“I -“ I get cut off by Vinnie.

“She said she doesn’t want to, so leave her alone about it,” Vinnie says shrugging with his eyes wide and snide smile on his face.

Luke immediately gets angry. “Buddy, if she has a fucking problem with this, she’ll tell me her god damn self.”

“That’s not what she’s literally fucking doing?” Vinnie laughed sarcastically.

“You got a fucking problem, Vinnie?”

“Yeah, I obviously fucking do,” he replies.

“Okay, enough,” I say sternly.

“No, let’s talk about this. Since Vinnie wants to act like a tough guy in front of everyone, like he’s gonna tell me shit about anything,” Luke says.

Vinnie stands up aggressively, and Luke stands to meet him. They walk up to each other, chest to chest.

“Alright, stop it!” I say loudly.

Eamon stands up to come between them. “Seriously, don’t do this guys,” he says putting his hand on Vinnie’s chest to push him back.

“Whatever,” Vinnie shakes his head, storming away.

“What a dickhead,” Luke says angrily.

I sit there in shock for a second, trying to process what the hell just happened and why. I glance around the table and everyone is just sitting in silence, looking at me. Now I’m embarrassed and irritated. I sigh and stand up, walking out the front door ordering an Uber. Luke follows me.

“Y/n, what was that about?” He asks grabbing my arm.

“Luke, just stop,” I say, pulling my arm away.

“I didn’t even do anything, it’s that fucking asshole. Who the hell does he think he is?”

“I don’t have a clue. I just want to go home. I already have an Uber on the way. Can you just wait out here? I forgot my bag inside,” I say.

I walk back inside through the side door to avoid facing everyone again. I come around the corner into the living room. Vinnie is sitting in here alone on the couch, looking down with his head in his hands.

“Vinnie,” I say softly. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yep,” he looks up at me then sighs looking away.

“What was that about?” I sit down next to him.

“What? He was pressuring you,” he says, holding his hand up as if pointing to where Luke was. “I don’t even know why you like that guy, he’s such a fucking cocky prick.” He looks like he could cry right now.

“I think you’re just drunk and tired. You need to get some sleep,” I say, resting my hand on his back.

“Nah, I’m just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Nothing.”

I look at him confused for a moment trying to figure out what he means.

“If you ever decide to date someone who actually cares about you and isn’t an asshole, let me know.” He gets up and walks up the stairs before I have a chance to respond.

What the hell does he mean by that?

—

My phone dings.

Vinnie 11:02 am

We’re about to pull up

I get up and spritz a little bit of perfume on myself. It’s Daisy by Marc Jacobs. Vinnie always compliments this one when I wear it. Every single time. So I wear it just for him.

I walk downstairs, grabbing my bag and putting my shoes on. I walk out my front door just as him and Jett pull up.

As I approach the car, Jett rolls his window down.

“Do you want to sit up front?” He asks.

“Oh no, you’re okay. Thank you though,” I smile and get into the backseat.

“Good morning,” Vinnie says looking back at me.

“Good morning, Vin.”

“You smell good,” he says, subtly smirking at me as he backs out of the driveway.

“Thank you,” I blush, looking down trying to conceal my smile.

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ways to say i love you without saying “i love you”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve explore love languages

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, a little angst because of miscommunications, reader & steve being idiots, good intentions but terrible delivery, mentions of other characters

author’s note: this fic has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long. this fic is like, ancient. this fic was almost destroyed because it was briefly in the library of alexandria. when i reopened the document with this fic, there were mold spores growing on it. (p.s. steve’s love langauge is acts of service, and the reader’s is quality time)

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Prologue

Steve was a multitasker. You knew this well. Perhaps too well.

That never seemed to bother you before, but if the man who was supposed to be taking a serene nature walk with you checked his goddamn flip phone one more time, you were completely sure that you’d lose it.

You paused your story about your obnoxious coworkers for a moment, stopping in the middle of the gravelly trail you two were making your way down.

“Steve, seriously, are you even listening?” you griped, ushering him towards the side of the pavement as a man on a bike flew by.

He guffawed a bit at this, “of course I am. You just said something about…” he paused, and you gestured with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, sorry,” the blush on his face was becoming more and more apparent.

You involuntarily scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did so, “I’m glad to know that whatever you’re waiting for on there,” you gestured to his pocket, “is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, who, must I remind you, took time off to be here with you.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, I’m just on call. I’m probably going to get called to go on a mission any moment now.”

“Steve!” you huffed, “you literally just got back, like, two hours ago. Can’t someone else go? Tony? Vision? Anyone?”

“I might’ve volunteered myself-“

“You’re unbelievable, Steve. Are you getting tired of me or something? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since I moved in with you. If I upset you, or you’re gonna propose to me or something, can you just tell me?”

“I promise you it’s not personal at all,” he reached for your hand and gently held it. “Everything’s just been crazy. I mean, these Hydra bases have been popping up left and right. Just give me a little grace, okay? I don’t get upset with you when SHIELD starts making you work those ungodly hours.”

You opened your mouth to debate him, but surely enough, the canny and familiar ringtone of Steve’s work phone interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Okay… Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You frowned at Steve as he spoke on the phone and shook your head disapprovingly, “unbelievable,” you muttered, storming in the direction of your home.

——

Steve was no fool, he knew when he messed up, and he was more than willing to take responsibility for such. Now was one of those times. He knew that he should’ve been making more time for you. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have gotten defensive when you pointed this out.

He just had no idea how to apologize.

You weren’t exactly making it easy for him either, taking much longer hours in an attempt to avoid him. While he could understand your frustrations, it became a little more difficult everyday for him to properly apologize to you in a way he felt was meaningful.

Eventually figuring to use your avoidance as a tool, Steve devised a plot to make an apology for you so considerate, so superb, that you could never be angry with him again. A plot that included a several course meal, all concocted by himself.

He could imagine the look on your face as you came home from work, shocked, but the good kind of shock. Pleasantly surprised that your sweet boyfriend had put in such a huge amount of effort to say sorry.

He couldn’t help but imagine the scenario: you would relax into your seat at the table after Steve pulled out the chair for you, hum in content as he poured your favorite wine. Moan happily at the taste of a homemade and rarely prepared salad dressing, before complimenting the melt-in-your-mouth entree he had spent an unknown amount of time laboring over. Finally, you’d gush over the dessert that Steve hadn’t had the chance to cook in years, tell him that he worked far too hard putting everything together, especially for a little argument. Steve would scoff, tell you you’re being too kind, and you would pull him in for a red wine and dark chocolate flavored kiss.

The thought of you, your genuine and warm smile after a long day at work, and an even longer week worth of unspoken tension between you both, was enough to keep Steve motivated through the hours he spent preparing your meal.

He greeted you at the door like an excited puppy as soon as he heard your keys jingle. Sure, work had kept you a bit longer than he’d expected, and your food was likely a little cool by now, but he was excited to make amends.

However, you did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as Steve.

“Welcome home, gorgeous. Come sit,” Steve nudged you into the dining area, and you sluggishly followed, exhausted from a tiring day of training new agents.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired, pulling out a chair that you didn’t even attempt to sit down on.

“I had a really long day. I kinda just wanna get to bed,” you shrugged before rubbing your creased temple.

Steve internally cringed at the thought of all of his hard work going to waste. For some reason, he’d not envisioned this less pleasant outcome before. “Sweetheart,” he began in a nearly whiny tone, but you weren’t in much of a mood to be persuaded.

“I’m sorry. Weird things were happening at work that I don’t care to get into now, and honestly, I’m not even that hungry,” you reached out and gave Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “But it all looks and smells so good! I Promise I’ll warm some up tomorrow for lunch.”

“I-,” he paused, “please. Maybe you could just take a few bites of everything. It took me a really long time to get everything prepped and ready.”

You frowned at the plea, feeling a bit guilty but almost… satisfied at the same time. Steve struggled to make time for you because of his work, and now he was getting a little taste of his own medicine.

“I really am sorry. But hey, now we’re even?” you offered with a playful wink, slipping away before you gave your partner a chance to respond. You truly didn’t have the energy for a four course meal that night, let alone another argument.

——

Wanda was silent for a moment as she sipped from a mug of coffee, watching you with a suspiciously focused look on her face.

“Wanda?” you prompted, seemingly snapping her out of whatever trance she had found herself in.

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you guys need,” she just about blurted, reaching across the café table to grab your hand.

“Were you reading my mind?”

Your friend didn’t respond, but the devious smirk on her face was enough of an answer.

“What happened to telling me before reading me?”

“You just looked like there was a lot on your mind. And absolutely no way that you’d tell me,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course I was gonna tell you! Why else would I ask my friend in a cute relationship to meet me for coffee?”

“Because you like me?”

“No, never that. I just needed advice,” the two of you shared a laugh for a moment.

“Well don’t waste your breath. When Vis and I had a rough patch, we just had to learn each other’s love languages. You’d be surprised just how much that synthezoid values those acts of services.”

“And you?”

“I’m a words of affirmation girl myself,” she shrugged. “You should find out yours, and try to figure out Steve’s. I guarantee it’ll be helpful in the long run. I can send you guys a test, if you want?”

“Oh god no, please don’t tell him that I told you about us. Actually, I didn’t even tell you! You were digging around in my brain, and I don’t appreciate that. Just do me a favor, and don’t share this with anyone, okay?” You paused dramatically, then leaned in to speak to your friend in a whisper, “but send me that test when you get the chance.”

Gift Giving

“A little reality-warping birdie told me you’ve been having some relationship problems,” Tony said teasingly once Bruce left the conference room, leaving him and Steve alone.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should lie or fess up to the allegation. “How did she know?” Steve finally responded, standing up and pushing the chair he was sitting on behind him.

Tony shrugged dismissively, “I don’t ask these kinds of things. I just hear in passing that the geriatric is having a hard time and tune in.”

Steve shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes to mask his clear embarrassment.

“Well, is it true?”

“We’ve just been having the occasional… rift. A little more than occasionally.”

Tony nodded, fake pondering the situation, “well, I always know what I do for Pep, at least after I tell her I’m getting rid of the suit. Go buy her something nice. Really nice, like jewelry, or a purse if she’s into that kind of thing. I would say a car, but I know that Social Security check isn’t getting you too far. You know what? Put it on the company card. My treat.”

Steve wanted to scoff, turn his nose up at the offer like it was a terrible idea, but it really wasn’t. Maybe a material surprise was the way to win you back. He made a soft ‘hmph,’ noise as he mulled it over. “That’s definitely not your worst idea. Thanks,” he gave his teammate a soft smile before collecting himself and heading out of the conference room.

His first stop after work was some local jeweler. Steve threw on a (not very) inconspicuous outfit before entering the building, where he browsed for a good hour, searching for something that he believed you’d like. After looking at more jewelry than he had ever cared to see in his life, he decided on a necklace with a thin golden chain with a decent sized diamond hanging off of it. It was a little pricier, and you’d be able to tell— but he hoped it would help the gift mean more to you.

——

When you arrived home late that night, Steve was sitting in the living room waiting for you. It was almost daunting, the sight of him sitting alone on the couch mostly in the dark, only the television illuminating his face. He kind of reminded you of a parent waiting to confront their child who just snuck out, or a concerned friend seconds away from staging an intervention with you.

Walking past the room, you peeked your head through the doorway, and observed the flat, small box in front of him on the coffee table.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, standing up so he could greet you with a hug and grabbing the little box as he did so.

“Is everything okay?” you probed, speaking into Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course. I just wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I’m sorry for not having as much time for you as I should,” he pulled away before holding the box out for you.

You hesitantly took the box and opened it, letting out a gasp when you viewed the delicate looking gold necklace.

You were having mixed emotions, because it was clearly beautiful and you were grateful to the gesture. But you knew that this must’ve been expensive, and that it was so unlike Steve to have done something like this. Your frugal, Great Depression era guy wasn’t exactly the most material.

“I love it,” you gushed, admiring the jewelry.

“Can I put it on you?” Steve asked, and received a nod in return.

Steve set the box down on the table and lifted up the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and focusing on clasping it in the back.

“Babe, how much was this?” you blurted, not even being able to filter the words before they left your mouth.

“Hmm? That doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, then stepped away from you to admire your clavicle.

“It just feels weird letting you spend so much on me.”

“It’s a gift, though. You’re not supposed to think about those things,” he hummed, pressing a chaste peck to your nose.

“Steve, I got you a Nespresso for Christmas and you wouldn’t stop complaining about how expensive it was. I love it, I really do. It’s beautiful and I’ll always think of you when I wear it. I just think that maybe we should have the same standards for each other,” you stood up from your seat and sidestepped him. “I need a shower.”

Steve watched you walk off, letting your words simmer in his thoughts.

That was the last time he would take relationship advice from Tony.

Words of Affirmation

This conclusion probably shouldn’t have taken you this long, but you were almost completely sure that this would be the love language to win Steve back over. You felt bad for some of the occurrences between the two of you lately, with sour exchanges and sweet moments that turned bitter on a whim.

In all honesty, you were concerned that Steve doubted your love for him. And if his love language really was words of affirmation, this would certainly convince him otherwise.

You sat at your desk the night before Steve departed for a two-week mission, trying to write a nice message for him. You tapped your pen on the stock paper in deep thought as you tried to figure out the best thing to say.

I’m sorry for arguing so much with you lately. You and everything that you do mean the world to me, even when you get on my nerves. I love you more than anything and that will never change.

The words looked cramped and unkempt on the little note. Your handwriting got messier as you went. You groaned at it, crumpled the paper, and tossed it in your trash bin. Time to start over again.

I’m sorry for arguing with you. I love you a lot. Can you stop picking up your phone when we’re spending time together?

You groaned at the passive aggressive tone of your message. That certainly wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Straight to the bin it goes.

I love you so much so don’t die on your mission or I’ll be pretty upset. Be safe out there xx.

The tone was even more off now. You needed to think of something that would really make Steve remember you while he was gone. For a second, you considered snapping a nude with a polaroid and attaching it to the letter.

I’m sorry that things have been so bad nasty for us lately. I promise that I love you, despite our ups and downs. Nothing will ever change that. I’ll miss you more than you know while you’re gone. Make sure you call me every day, my love.

A little cheesy, but you signed off with your name regardless, and contentedly looked at your work. The spacing looked correct, the tone wasn’t harsh, and you knew for a fact that Steve would appreciate it.

You stayed up a little later than normal, waiting for Steve to get home and change out of his ‘work clothes’ so that you could slip the note into his utility belt.

You folded the note to a small little square and set it beside an granola bar in a pocket you’d assumed he frequently used. Content with your work, you laid back in bed until your partner slipped in bed beside you, and sleepily cuddled into you until you were both unconscious.

—

Around two weeks had passed since Steve had seen you last, and he had decided to stop by the office and finish up paperwork before coming to see you. It had been radio silence on his end, despite the note in his clothing that clearly requested daily contact. Part of you wondered if Steve had seen it at all.

Steve had just finished signing the documents when he finally noticed it, reaching into a sparsely used part of his belt to have a quick snack. His hand landed on a folded piece of paper, and he cringed as he unfolded it, the letter becoming clearer and clearer as he did so. He wondered just how long the message had been waiting for him.

He read your sweet words with a frown on his face, the guilt from not opening it sooner overriding the sweet feelings that he would otherwise have. He grabbed his phone and considered texting you, but abandoned that thought altogether.

“FRIDAY, any idea where Y/N is right now?”

“I was told not to share any information about Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers.”

“Whose orders?” Steve pressed.

“Hers,” the bot quipped back.

Steve groaned aloud. He was really in for it tonight.

Physical Touch

“Have you tried touching her more?” Thor casually queried. The water that Steve had just consumed nearly flew out of his nose, and his cheeks reddened instantly.

“Pardon?” he asked, looking away from his friend instantly.

“I understand that you and Y/N have been having troubles lately. Perhaps she does not feel held by you. Maybe she wants you to show her off in public, to hold her hand, hug her,” he suggested.

Could Steve even be blamed for going there? He was having a chat with a god of fertility. Who wouldn’t think the same?

“Stark’s gala tonight. Show the world that she’s yours, and I guarantee that she’ll love every moment of it.”

——

You were confused. Really confused.

The night began with some simple touches, hand holding as you entered the building, a casual arm around your waist as you chatted with donors and politicians you hadn’t seen in months, a playful match of footsie under the table while waiting for food. But it came to a head when Steve had decided to rest his hand on your ass and grope you in the midst of a conversation.

Now, in any other situation, you would welcome this affection. But both you and Steve had never been a fan of PDA, and this was a bit too far.

As subtle as you could manage, you pushed his hand away, offering him a sour look as you did so.

“Excuse us,” you told some rich old man in an artificially sweet tone before ushering Steve off to his office for a bit more privacy.

“What was that about?” you questioned, sitting down in the padded chair behind Steve’s desk, and running your fingers over your necklace in a bit of a nervous tick.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, standing across from you at the desk and setting his hands on top of the clear table.

“Why were you groping me in front of people? That’s really... unlike you. And it made me uncomfortable.”

Steve frowned genuinely, looking down at the table in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. For making you uncomfortable. It sounds ridiculous but I was just trying something new.”

“Apology accepted, but are you sure? You weren’t like, jealous of those guys or something? You know you’re the only hundred year old I have eyes for,” you set your hands atop of his and squeezed.

Steve chuckled at this, the flush of his cheeks only highlighted more by the laughter, “it’s just that, uh, Thor told me I should try showing you off more. Or something like that.”

“So you groped me in front of our guests? That’s silly. And a little unprofessional,” you glanced over at the cork board on his desk sitting next to his desktop, and amongst the neatly arranged scratched out to-do lists and random reminders, you couldn’t help but notice the creased paper of the note you’d left for his mission. Your chest warmed when your eyes fell upon it.

“When did you find this thing?” you asked, pointing to the note.

“I meant to say something, but when I found it, FRIDAY said you didn’t want to talk to me. SO I was going to bring it up when I got home, but you were still working. After that, I kinda… you know-”

“Forgot?” you finished with a hearty laugh, “It’s fine. You’re such a dork. C’mere so I can get my own groping in,” you chided, grinning to yourself when Steve wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Acts of Service

Steve was quietly folding your laundry in your bedroom when it finally occurred to you, but when it did, it hit like a ton of bricks.

Steve’s love language was acts of service!

Things suddenly began to make sense to you, the way that he initially attempted to apologize by spending hours cooking one meal, how he consistently worked to make your life as comfortable as possible, and his great insistence to do house chores, despite you being more than capable.

Steve set down a stack of folded sweatshirts by your calf, snapping you away from your brief retrospective daze. If that really was the case, and Steve’s love language truly was acts of kindness, you had to come up with some sort of plan to communicate to him just how much you cared about him in a way that he really appreciated.

Luckily for you, you were a quick thinker. Before you even knew it, a week filled with random acts of kindness before he was off on yet another mission was quickly hatched.

——

You were up at the ass-crack of dawn. Really. Steve liked to get up earlier than the sun in order to run, or train, or whatever the hell it was that superheroes did. You were seriously regretting your decision to wake up around the same time as him in order to do some favors for him in the morning.

By the time Steve was back from his run, his favorite coffee was brewed and cooling, and you were in the laundry room at the dryer, preparing to give Steve a warm towel after his shower.

Despite the three mugs of coffee you’d just downed, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. It didn’t help that your eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each, and the warmth of the dryer next to you was providing you with just enough comfort to drift off.

And drift you did. In fact, half an hour later, you’d missed the frantic calling out for you from your boyfriend as he searched for you around the apartment.

You finally awoke when he shook your shoulders, his amused voice bringing you back to consciousness.

“What’s going on here?” Steve grinned, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Mmm,” you began, “Iwantedtogetawarmtowel,” you slurred sleepily and incoherently.

“Even with super hearing I couldn’t decipher that. Let’s get you a mattress, okay?” Steve hoisted you up like you were nothing, and carried your half asleep body all the way up to your bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were buried under your favorite comforter and propped against a mountain of feathery pillows. A gentle forehead kiss and an incomprehensible sentence about calling off of work for you later, you were back in a deep sleep.

So much for warm towels.

—

You were going to do better this time. That’s what you told yourself as you strolled through the grocery store, the same store that you hadn’t shopped in since moving in with Steve, as he preferred to do the shopping himself.

Equipped with a short paper list and sheer determination to make the trip as short and accurate as possible, you gathered all of the groceries that you believed were necessary— just enough to restock the fridge, and fill some gaps left in the cupboard.

Your time at the store was indeed brief, as you found yourself in the checkout lane after just twenty minutes (you definitely weren’t going to brag about that to Steve later. Definitely not), and back home with just enough time to unload the groceries, and further prep yourself to go to work.

You’d honestly forgotten about your trip to the store by the time that you arrived home, up until you found your boyfriend arm deep in your pantry, hellbent on finding… something.

“Can I help you?” you poked with a laugh, coming up beside Steve and peeking over his shoulder.

“I’m just… Did you happen to grab any protein bars while you were at the store?” he asked, pausing his search to look back at you.

“I don’t think so. Why? It’s not like you need any more protein,” you teased, squeezing a bicep to demonstrate your words.

“They’re pretty convenient when I’m out in the field. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll just swing by the store and grab some before my mission tomorrow. Actually, I should probably go now. Y’know, before I forget,” Steve was already grabbing his car keys from the counter by the time his sentence was finished, leaving you to fight off your disappointment at your minor grocery store failure.

You looked at what you now knew was an insufficiently filled pantry and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had seriously underestimated the ins and outs of shopping for a super soldier.

Well, third time’s the charm?

—

After this week, you would never complain about waking up early again. You were now up at an absolutely ungodly hour, scrambling eggs, flipping pancakes, and spreading jam on toast for a sleeping, unsuspecting Steve.

You placed the plate on a sturdy wooden tray, poured orange juice and an extra glass of water, and set a nicely folded napkin, along with utensils, next to the items.

You hoped that the scent of bacon wafting up to your bedroom would eventually pull him out of his slumber, and seeing how bacon was the only thing left to finish cooking, you took a little break.

A round of Candy Crush turned into two, then three, and goddamnit, why can’t you beat this fourth level! You got so wrapped up in your mobile game that you didn’t even notice when the scent from your kitchen became slightly rancid, and when you rushed over to the oven to check on your now extremely burnt bacon, the smoke detector wailed.

You grabbed a kitchen towel and waved your arms like a madwoman near the smoke detector, the shrieking eventually stopping, but not before Steve was halfway down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you? Is everything okay?” he nearly shouted, racing down the stairs and barreling through the smoky kitchen to find you. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you out of the kitchen.

“Steve, relax. Everything is okay. Except those pieces of bacon,” you rubbed your now sweaty palms on your pajama pants before breaking away from him to crack open the kitchen window.

“Christ, what happened? And why are you up so early?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” you admitted, rather embarrassed by the dramatic scene you’d accidentally created. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Steve wrapped his arms around you once more, this time in a reassuring bear hug that left your cheeks pressed to his chest. “Don’t be. I really appreciate this, and everything else you’ve done this week. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“I guess,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Besides, everything else looks delicious. And you tried your best for me while trying something new. I think that’s really sweet of you.”

“Really?” you pried, looking up at him.

“Really,” Steve confirmed.

“Well, I think it would be really sweet of you if you went back to bed and got all cozy so I can take care of you.”

Steve chuckled softly, pressed a little kiss to your nose, then nodded, “yes ma’am.”

Quality Time

Steve had been in a bubbly mood since getting back from his mission, and for no particular reason. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that your partner was happy, but feeling like you were out of the loop was slightly concerning.

Before you could let your thoughts run too wild, you decided to pop the question during one of your evening walks.

“Okay Steve, what is going on with you?” you asked, veering to the side of the trail when a biker rode past you.

“Nothing big. Nothing too important. I’m just out of service for the next three months,” Steve said casually, playing it cool.

“What?!” you paused, your brows raising and eyes widening in surprise as you searched his face for sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Steve!” you gasped happily, nearly roaring out his name in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you before wining and dining you, but you beat me to it. So…?”

“…So I’m happy to have you back. I may need you to negotiate some time away from work for me in the next few months, then. I don’t wanna miss this preview of stay-at-home-dad-Steve.”

“Hey, don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m planning on pushing it.”

Epilogue

The sun was beating down on you, but the soothing breeze that flowed past your checked blanket every so often provided a pleasant antidote to the summer heat.

You’d truly picked the best day for a picnic.

Despite spending a good amount of time with your partner, the last month and a half had truly felt like a whirlwind. You casually started looking for a forever home, found yourselves making plans for an early retirement, and you had a new, sneaking suspicion that a proposal was on the horizon.

In the midst of it all, Steve had suggested that the two of you take a midday tryst at your local park and throw yourselves a little picnic. Of course you obliged, because when your greek god of a boyfriend suggests going on a spur of the moment date, you agree.

You now watched the nearly cloudless sky with pure, unadulterated feelings of content and joy while Steve set a slice of cheese on a cracker, leaning over your body to feed you. As you opened your mouth, Steve paused abruptly at the soft vibration coming from his pocket.

Steve resumed as if nothing had changed, popping the cracker into your open mouth and letting his phone continue to ring.

“Don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned.

“It can wait,” Steve stated nonchalantly, slipping his phone out of his pocket and pressing decline with absolutely no hesitation before tossing the device to the edge of your blanket.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been waiting to hear those three words.

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a/n: this could’ve been solved in like 20 minutes by sitting down and taking a love language quiz together

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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Always You | JJK (Four)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (?), jealous Tae (?), rough blowjob, hair pulling, slight degradation (like 1 line), swallowing, vaginal fingering, vaginal intercourse, coming on breasts lol, doggy style, coming on ass, crying, confrontation, drama and sadness lol

Notes: Okay, SO much happens in this chapter!! honestly this chapter is really the beginning! I hope you guys look forward to more:) remember to send me an ask or whatevs if you want to be added to the taglist! Or even if you just want to chat about the story!

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Your dress gets dragged past your hips and falls to the floor, pooling at your ankles. Your panties are next…it’s a black lacey thong and they are snug against your skin. They get dragged down leg by leg, thrown off to the side. Your skin feels hot and tingly…this bra needs off too. It unclasps from the front, freeing your breasts…they bounce as they’re released, you groan in satisfaction. You’re left completely naked and… wait, this sounds oddly sexual, doesn’t it? Yeah, you’re not getting any, sorry. You’re just trying on different clothes.

Taehyung is taking you to a party tonight and you want to look your best, you want to choose everything carefully. From your bra, to your panties to which dress you wear. You have this dress you’ve been saving but it might be too sexy…it’s black and sleek and falls off the shoulders. You might just wear it though…you’re wanting to give Taehyung some steamy thoughts tonight, even if they’re just in his head. A win is a win, right?

You choose another thong, so there’s no panty lines and a strapless bra. You slip the black dress on and it falls deliciously over your curves. You hum in approval as you eye yourself over in the mirror.

“Lookin’ good babe.” You whisper to yourself, nodding your head with a grin.

Jin is hosting a little party at his place tonight, you know when they say ‘little’ it’s more than you know, a little.So you’re looking your best. Taehyung is wearing dark dress pants and a button up shirt so you know it’s going to be at least a little nice, so you are putting some effort.

Speak of the devil, he’s waiting for you in the living room so you need to hurry.

You slide on your heels, grab your phone and your purse and make your way out your room. You see Taehyung leaning against the couch on his phone when you clear your throat to announce your presence.

“Woah.”

But it’s not coming from Taehyung, no. Coming from your side exiting his own bedroom is Jungkook.

He awkwardly clears his own throat and coughs into his fist. “Uh, you look nice.”

You snap your head to the side to get a look at the man, he’s dressed in his dark jeans with a dark button up shirt tucked into his pants…his hair is wild and he looks…breathtaking.

“What are you doing?” you eye him up and down suspiciously.

“Uh. Taehyung said I could ride with you guys…”

Taehyung slips his phone into his pocket and walks over to you guys,

“Yeah, I thought since we are all going to the same place…also, wow. y/n…you look…” Taehyung gestures towards your body and brings his hand to his mouth, “Just incredible.”

You blush at his compliment, your plan already working. Hehe.

“Thanks Tae.”

“I mean, I complimented you too but aight.”

You hit Jungkook’s shoulder and roll your eyes, “Thanks JK.”

Taehyung looks between you two and smiles softly, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs out.

“Should we get going?”

~~~

Usually during car rides Taehyung holds your hand but tonight he’s holding back, you can tell. Jungkook seems to be in a good mood though, he’s talking up a storm in the backseat, going on and on about how he reached a new goal at the gym. He even playfully flexes his muscles, making Taehyung chuckle from beside you. Jungkook leans forward until he’s in the middle of the console between your seat and Taehyungs seat, showing his phone to the both of you at some meme he found.

“y/n, y/n. LOOK.” Jungkook is shoving the phone in your face. “It’s our favorite meme!”

You take his phone from him, setting it down in your lap, “Before I look…is it The PeePee PooPoo Man?” you stifle a laugh.

Jungkook is already cracking the fuck up, “Damn, I can’t even look at it…”

“Me either…I’ll explode.” You start laughing already, the thought of the meme already killing you.

“What? I wanna see!” Taehyung whines.

You and Jungkook are already laughing your asses off, just thinking of the meme and thinking of Taehyungs reaction. When he gets to a stop light, you hesitantly hand him the phone while you cover your mouth.

“Okay…” Taehyung takes the phone.

“Read it out loud!” Jungkook practically yells, his excitement incredibly evident.

“Yeah, read it out loud!” you and Jungkook look at each other and start laughing again,

“Okay…” Taehyung looks at the meme and starts reading, “Say his name…you won’t be laughing when he kills you…” he scrolls down, “The PeePee PooPoo Man…..”

You and Jungkook DIE. Your laughter filling the car so loudly that Taehyung winces and covers his ears.

“Please tell me this isn’t really your guys’ favorite meme….” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly.

“What do you mean? OF COURSE it is!” You say, trying not to cry.

“Shit, I can’t…I can’t.” Jungkook has his hand on your shoulder. The two of you start to relax, your laughter finally dying down.

“I mean, really? PeePee PooPoo Man?” Taehyung just doesn’t get it. You guys really think this is funny?

You start cackling again at the mention of the name,

“Oh my god, stop. Don’t say his name.” You look at Jungkook who is already looking at you with a wide grin, his own eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“You guys are something else…” Taehyung drives through the green light, his eyes watching the two of you. He smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

~~~~

“Friends!” Jin opens his arms wide as if inviting all 3 of you in for a hug, “Welcome to my humble abode!”

“Yes, yes. Very humble.” Jungkook takes the invitation and quickly hugs his friend.

“Taehyung, y/n. Don’t be shy, come come.” He gestures towards his body.

The two of you laugh and embrace your friend, Jungkook stands off to the side looking all around the place.

“Small get together my ass.” Jungkook huffs.

The house is packed with people, lots of faces you don’t recognize but a few faces you do.

“JIMIN!!! TRINA!!!” You leave the boys sides to meet your friends.

“Hello beautiful.” Trina pulls you in for a hug, her laugh ringing in your ears. Jimin embraces you next, his arms wrapping lovingly around your body.

“What’s up sexy.” Jimin winks as he pulls back. Jimin looks gorgeous as usual, his hair pushed back so the world can see that beautiful god damn forehead.

Jungkook and Taehyung jog up to you guys, greeting your friends one by one. “Trina.” Jungkook nods in her direction.

“Jeon.” She nods back. “And hello Taehyung.” She links arms with the boy, “have you been treating our y/n well?”

Taehyung makes awkward eye contact with Jimin, panic written all over his face.

“Yeah Tae Tae,” Jimin says smoothly, his eyes narrowing. “How have you been treating our y/n?”

“Jimin can I talk to you?” Jungkook cuts in.

“I don’t give a shit about our promises from 3 fucking years ago. Get over it.” Jimin spits out, “y/n is my friend. I’m telling her.”

“Wait, Taehyung says he’s going to tell her.” Jungkook rushes to say, he’s got his hands on Jimin’s shoulders but Jimin shoves him off.

“I’m disappointed in you Jungkook. You’re keeping this from her all because you’re scared she’s going to find out about that stupid new years eve party. That was 3 fucking years ago dude, get over it.” Then Jimin quirks a brow, “Unless…you’re not over it? Not over h—”

“Shut up dude, it’s not fucking like that.” Jungkook tries defending.

“One week. That’s all he has before I tell her myself. You fucking idiots.”

“Hey, is everything okay?” You walk between the boys, your hands on both of their shoulders, “things looked heated for a second…” you say awkwardly, “are you guys okay?”

Jungkook gives Jimin a look that you decide you can’t decipher. Jimin rolls his eyes and releases a long breath before turning to face you.

“Everything’s fine, babe.” Jimin gives you a small smile and turns around heading towards your friends, “Trina!” he calls out, “Let’s get fucking drunk!”

You face Jungkook, “Is he alright?” you can’t help but feel concerned, Jimin is acting really strange. Jungkook stares into your eyes for a while, nibbling on his lips deciding what to say.

“He said everything’s fine, didn’t he?” His hand reaches forward to rub your arm, his way of comforting you. Taehyung watches the two of you from the corner of his eye.

“Should we get fucking drunk too?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

“You know it, baby.”

~~~~

Once inside, you find Taehyung’s side. His long arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in close to his frame. You two find the kitchen to fetch some drinks, Jungkook follows closely behind you two.

“How about we start the night taking some shots?” You hear Jungkook suggest from your side.

“I like your thinking Mr.Jeon.” your playful tone makes him smile.

“You know I like being called that,” he winks. Taehyung’s grip tightens around your waist and you remember you’re in his embrace.

“Um, what do you think Tae?”

“Sure. Sounds good.” He says quietly, almost detached.

The 3 of you take shot after shot, Taehyungs hand never leaves your body. He keeps you steady as the world becomes just a bit more hazy. You drunkenly laugh into his chest anytime anyone says anything remotely funny. Taehyung enjoys that you’re leaning on him, that you are feeling comfortable.

He watches as you soak in the world in front of you, your wide eyes observing your surroundings. He laughs when you stumble forward every now and then but he always catches you. He kisses your head every few minutes to remind you that he’s here and he has you.

You feel like you’re floating, the alcohol running through your veins and causing the world to be so much more fucking awesome, hell yeah.

You scan the crowd and see a bunch of people dancing and you decide you want to dance too! You take Taehyung’s hand and move your head around looking for Jungkook, but you don’t see him.

“He went his own way a little while ago,” Taehyung reminds you, as if reading your mind.

“Oh.” You don’t mean to sound so disappointed, but you do. You fucking do.

You turn to face Taehyung and smile brightly anyway, “Let’s go dance!”

The music is so loud it’s all your body can register. Every note swims through your ears and every thump of the bass makes you move. Your arms are wrapped loosely around Taehyungs neck, your bodies swaying to the beat of the music. You’re having so much fun until you see it. A few feet in front of you, you see his tattooed hands on some random girls ass. You shouldn’t be feeling the drop in your stomach but you do. You fucking do.

Your eyes trail up his arms until you meet his eyes when you see he’s already staring at you. His dark gaze makes you fucking shudder, you hate that can he do this to you. Even after all this time.

You watch him carefully as you inch closer to Taehyung, you grab a hold of him more tightly. Taehyung grunts when he feels you grind your hips into his. Jungkook watches you as you dance with Taehyung, his gaze somehow becoming more and more dangerous. He leans down into the girls neck and begins sucking bruises, his eyes never leaving yours. He kisses her and she throws her head back, you can see her smile in approval of his attention. He fucking smirks when you roll your eyes. Two can play that game. Taehyung watches you watching him but you don’t notice. But you wish you did. You pull Taehyungs face down to meet you for a kiss, your lips moving against his hotly, though your eyes remain on Jungkook the entire time. Jungkook just glares at you, turning the girl around so she can grind her ass into his crotch.

You sway your hips into Taehyung, his hands go to hold your hips moving them to the beat of the song. He groans when he feels your ass backing into him, he feels himself getting hard at the contact. You feel it too. You break eye contact with Jungkook to look up at Taehyung, his dick catching your attention.

“Oh don’t mind me.” Taehyung throws his hands up, whispering bitterly.

“I’m gonna go get another drink.”

And Taehyung is slipping away, disappearing in the crowd. You watch as he fades from your drunken vision.

You stand there feeling completely abandoned and puzzled when you feel a hand on your arm. You turn your head to see Jungkook standing there, breathless.

“Can we talk? Are we…okay?” He looks strange. Confused even.

“No, I gotta find Tae.” You say, “Plus, you’re busy, aren’t you?” you point your head in the direction of the girl.

“Does that bother you?” Jungkook whispers somewhat defeated, “Because I think…” he shakes his head, “No, I’m drunk.”

“We’re all drunk, Jungkook.” You release his hold on you, “I gotta find Tae.”

Jungkook feels…like he recalls this feeling. He doesn’t want you to go and find Tae. He wants you to stay with him. He recalls these familiar feelings and internally deflates, he doesn’t want to feel this. Not again.

You weave through the crowd until you make your way into the kitchen, you scan the area but see no Taehyung. Frustrated, you smooth down your tangled hair and take a minute to think. Where did he go? Where could he have gone? This house is huge! You recall just trying to find the bathroom that one time. You decide to try the backyard, you walk out the door and notice only a few people occupying the place. But still no Taehyung.

You head back inside the house and try out each random door. Well, he’s definitely not in the kitchens pantry. Damn, you’re drunk. You head down the hall and try out those rooms, your fingers slide against the wall as you walk. The first room is empty, the second room has a small group of people playing some game, the third room—you definitely interrupted something sexy going on. And finally, the fourth room has one Kim Taehyung. He’s sitting quietly on the edge of a bed, he doesn’t even look up to see who entered the room.

“Tae…” you walk inside, closing the door behind you. It softly clicks and you walk towards him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask but obviously you know what’s wrong, but your dumb ass has to make sure.

Taehyung stares down at his hands, his fingers playing with the sleeve of his shirt. He doesn’t look up at you when he breathes out through his nose.

“What’s wrong? Seriously? My girlfriend was dancing with me but playing some fucking eye fuck game with another guy.” He slurs.

Well, you knew. But it still stings to hear. Also, he must be really drunk if he called you his girlfriend and didn’t correct himself.

“I wasn’t…we weren’t…”

“When will you two just…” Taehyung stops to breathe, collecting his thoughts. “Fuck, I think I…no, I just…” he runs a frustrated hand through his hair, “I’m so confused.” He admits.

“About what?” you go to sit next to him, you leave a few inches of space between you. But still close enough for him to exhale deeply and lay his head on your shoulder.

“About you.” He says so quietly you don’t really hear.

“I meant what I said earlier.” Taehyung changes the subject. “You look so incredible tonight.” His hand falls to your knee, he starts rubbing it soothingly. You know this would feel nice sober but it feels indescribable drunk. His touch is soft and light that you fall into a trance.

“You think so?” you breathe out pathetically.

Taehyung lifts his head and turns to face you, “I’ve thought about kissing you all night.” He admits softly, “Then you really…” he glances down at his crotch, “Gave me quite the problem.” He drunkenly pouts. “Because you’re so beautiful.”

You can’t help but giggle, “I can take care of that if you want.” You offer, your tone light and teasing yet powerfully seductive.

“Really need to kiss you first.” He breathes out heavily, his cock twitching in his pants.

You lean forward and peck his lips, you lean back and smile but then Taehyung surges forward and plants his lips on yours in a rushed and heated kiss. His lips move against yours quickly, his tongue finding its way in your mouth. You moan out loud, the sound going directly to his growing length. Your hands explore the front of his body, they travel from his hair to his chest to his stomach…all the way until you feel his cock through his pants. He groans loudly when you cup him.

“Are you gonna tease me, sweetheart?” he leans back on his forearms. “Because I wouldn’t mind that.” He smiles slyly.

“I have thought about this a million times, I don’t think there’s any time to waste quite honestly.” Wow, you are drunk because you just admitted that.

“Is it really me you think about?” he whispers under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he looks up at you.

“What? “Nothing, show me what you think about.”

“Have you ever thought about me? If so, I want you to show me.”

Taehyung stands to his feet, “Oh sweetheart,” he begins unbuckling his pants, “I can show you…if that’s what you want.” You nod your head and he smirks.

“Get on your knees for me.”

You do as Taehyung says, you fall to your knees in front of him and look up at him expectantly.

“So fucking pretty.” He lowers his pants down to his knees along with his boxers, his cock springs free, bouncing against his lower stomach. Your mouth fucking waters. His dick is gorgeous but like it’s Kim Taehyung…of course, he has a beautiful dick. It’s long, and thick and golden and you want your lips wrapped around it right fucking now.

“This is okay, right?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Then open that pretty mouth of yours for me, sweetheart.”

But he doesn’t give you time to think because he’s pulling your head back and shoving his cock between your pretty, pouting lips.

You silently gag around him, and you can hear the string of explicates push past his plump lips. He sounds so fucking hot. His grip on your hair only tightens as he begins to shallowly thrust past your lips. He loves how you seem to swallow him whole, looking so beautiful as he fucks your mouth just waiting to fill it with his cum.

Pulling out all the way, he roughly fucks his cock back where it belongs, taking you by surprise causing you to choke. You absolutely love letting him have his way with you, so you moan loudly letting the vibrations stimulate his cock even further.

“You like it when I pull your hair that hard? You like it when I make you feel that’s all you’re good for?” He grits between his teeth. He looks down at you, and you look up into his dark, piercing gaze and mutter words of mercy.

“Taking my cock so good, aren’t you sweetheart?”

“Yes Tae” you say almost inaudibly, tears pricking your eyes and falling in streams as you hollow your cheeks around his thick length. Your chest pounding as you close your eyes, allowing him to go to town on you. His grip weakens and his dick twitches in your mouth, spilling his hot seed down your throat.

“Fuck,” he curses, rubbing your cheeks tenderly. “You made me cum so fast, what a fucking good girl, my sweetheart.” He says, continuing his caress your cheek. You feel your panties become so unbelievably wet, drenched if you will. God damn.

“You let me fuck this mouth…will you also let me fuck this pussy?” his fingers on your chin guides your face to look up at him.

“Please.” God, you’re so needy its pathetic, but its god damn Kim Taehyung.

“First I gotta stretch you out, sweetheart.” He motions for you to lay on the bed, “Take off your clothes for me.”

You do as he says, you crawl on to the bed and slip your dress off, then your bra and you’re about to drag your panties down when he stops you.

“Wait…leave those on.” His dark gaze commands you.

Taehyung takes off the rest of his clothes and makes his way to the bed, crawling over you. Your breath catches in your throat, you feel like everything’s stopped.

His hand lightly drags down your stomach until his hand is hovering where you want him most.

Without warning, he moves your panties to the side and his fingers slide into your sopping, desperate cunt, curling them just right to brush against that spot in you that make your toes curl.

His long fingers slides in and out of you, the sound of your wet pussy and your loud moans filling the room.

“More. More.” you plead.

“What is it that you want?” he says still working his fingers inside of you.

You just moan loudly in response.

Taehyung clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes, “Sweetheart…” he begs.

“You. You. I want you!”

“Fuck yes.” He grits, his hand on his cock already. “Gonna fuck you now, okay?”

“Yes!”

He’s sitting on his hunches as he lines his cock up to your wet pussy. He slowly drags it up from your hole all the way up to your swollen clit, he then rubs circles over your clit with this cock, you both moan at the feeling.

He drags it back down and lines it up with your entrance, taking your legs and hanging them over his shoulders. He finally begins pushing into you with one slow drag of his cock, and as he bottoms out, you whimper his name repeatedly. He is stretching you out deliciously. He stays completely still for a moment before he starts moving his hips dangerously slow, you go to moan out his name but no sound comes out. The feeling of his dick brushing inside you leaving you speechless.

Your mind goes blank for a second, then suddenly images of Jungkook cross your mind. You think about him with that other girl, you think about him fucking her, you think about him coming inside her. You try so hard to speak but the way Taehyung rolls his hips into yours over and over lets out only loud, pleading moans. Only the sound of your whimpers and his heavy breathing fill the room.

Dropping one of your legs, Taehyung moves his hand to the soft skin of your stomach, his touch is electric.

“So close Ju-Tae…”

“Where should I come?” he asks, breathless as he continues to fuck into you.

“My tits.”

Taehyung smirks as he thrusts harder and faster until you’re coming undone on his cock, your loud moans giving away your orgasm. Jungkook’s face filling your mind again as you come…only making you come harder. Taehyung pulls out and shoots his cum all over your chest, he smiles down at you as he enjoys the view.

Taehyung falls forward, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss.

“That was amazing y/n. You’re so good to me, sweetheart.” He kisses you again.

You look up at the ceiling, the soreness already announcing its arrival between your legs. Your orgasm is kind of sobering you up. Did you just fuck Taehyung? You kind of laugh, a bit confused. It was fun and all…wait, why are you beginning to over think? It’s just…you just had his cock filling you up yet you lay here with his arm draped around you and you feel…empty.

How did things escalate this much? But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? God, why are you being such a baby! You just fucked THE Kim Taehyung and you’re wondering why you feel disappointed…congratulations y/n, you’re the world’s most ungrateful bitch.

But then your sober thoughts come in once again, reminding you of what set you over the edge. No, you don’t want to remember.

Taehyung is already snoozing beside you, his arm loosely thrown over your body. You look down at him and feel guilt bubbling in your chest. What have you done? What are you doing?

Wait—did he really fall asleep while his cum dries on your tiddies?

~~~

The next few days you spend in and out of Taehyungs apartment, he invites you over for dinner, to watch TV, to paint—for sex. Basically, any and everything.

The sex is…good—really good, actually. He treats you super well, still the gentleman and makes you feel incredible.

You want to feel incredible. You should feel incredible. Isn’t this incredible?

But still, something makes you ache. The ache is beginning to consume you. You want it to go, to disappear to leave you forever because you should be feeling incredible. But then your mind goes back to the same damn thing—

Brrr Brrr

You are lying on your bed with a sour punch straw hanging out your mouth when your phone buzzes. You ignore it, trying to focus on your thoughts again but then you hear it go off again. You roll over on your stomach and pick up your phone, unlocking it to read your texts.

Taehyung 8:14pm

Hello beautiful!

Taehyung 8:15pm

Wanna come over for a movie? I miss your pretty face.

You read the texts to yourself over and over, nibbling on your lips like the action will somehow help you. You…this is what you wanted, right?

y/n 8:18pm

You miss me already? You just saw me :p but sure I’ll be over in 30.

You sit up in bed, the straw still dangling from your lips and you begin chewing…the straw disappearing centimeter by centimeter. The sour flavor making you scrunch up your face but you take it.

You sit there and wonder if you even really want to go…but you know you should. So, you get up and get dressed into something a little more presentable and exit your bedroom.

Jungkook is in the kitchen making something to eat when you walk out, he’s got his back to you and doesn’t notice your presence.

“Boo!” you yell out, jumping towards him and hugging his waist from behind.

Jungkook doesn’t even flinch, he just chuckles softly and slowly turns in your embrace.

“What do you think you’re doing miss not so sneaky?” his eyes narrow as he takes in your appearance.

“Wait—are you going somewhere? I…I thought we could watch Howl’s Moving Castle tonight?” he loosens your grip on him and lowers your arms down to your side.

“Oh…” you say awkwardly. “I already told Tae I would go over there for a movie…”

Jungkook blows air through his nose, and rolls his eyes to the side, “Again? Weren’t you just there?”

“It’s normal to hang out with your…friends.” Friends? You and Taehyung are friends or are you more than friends? Or? What is going on?

“Can’t you just cancel on him and hang out with me, your best friend?” he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back on the counter.

“Jungkook…”

“Fine, fine. Have fun.” He turns back around to continue making whatever it is he is making,

Since spending so much time with Taehyung the last few days, Jungkook hasn’t been getting the attention he’s used to. You decide to step forward and hug him from behind again and nuzzle your face into his back.

“Love you.” You whisper into his shirt, the scent making you feel cozy.

“I…” he clears his throat. “Yeah, me too.”

~~~~~

Taehyung collapses on top of you, hugging you from behind, out of breath and sweat sticking to his skin. His thrusts are quick and shallow as he fucks into you, your face buried in the cushion of his living rooms couch.

“Fuck, I’m about to blow, sweetheart.” His hips grind into you and you moan out from the feeling.

“Gonna come all over this pretty ass, that okay?” he grits out.

“Yes. Yes.”

Taehyung quickly pulls out, grunting your name, and comes down your lower back and ass, his hand grips his cock tightly as he shoots his load. You feel the warm, sticky goo dribble down your cheeks and you cringe.

You lay there breathless, even though you didn’t come yourself, but the fuck was still good—so you say to yourself.

“Please get me a towel.”

Taehyung is quick to roll off you and grab his t shirt and wipe your skin clean. “Better?”

“Yeah…”

Taehyung sits back down on the couch, a wide grin on his face when realization hits him… “Oh my god, you didn’t come. I can…I can eat you out.”

“No it’s okay, really.” You assure him. The mood is long gone.

“This just keeps getting better.” Taehyung pulls you to his side, he smiles into your neck as you steady your breaths.

“What does?” your hand goes into his hair and you begin massaging his scalp—you know he likes that. Unlike Jungkook, he doesn’t like his hair being pulled. Ugh… Why did you have to think that?

“God, just everything.” Taehyung pulls back and smiles at you and you try to return it whole heartily but you fall short.

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asks.

“Everything’s fine,” you lie. “Just noticing the time and I think I should head out soon.”

Taehyung pushes his head back, a confused smile makes its way on his face.

“It’s barely 11?”

“It’s just…Jungkook wanted to watch a movie tonight too…you know his horrible sleeping habits so no doubt he’s going to be up for a while, “ you begin. “so I thought…I could still make it to watch it with him.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything for a while, he only stares at you with hard eyes. He leans back on to the couch and exhales deeply.

“Have you been thinking about this the whole time? About him? Even while…” he shakes his head. “Sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“y/n I think…we really need to ta—”

“No!” you cut in, you feel anxiety stir within you.

“I mean, I just mean, we can talk tomorrow? You wanted to meet for brunch right? We can talk then. For now…” you lean over and pick up your shirt and throw it on. “I’m gonna head home.”

Taehyung bows his head down, his hands running through his hair as he mutters something to himself.

“What’s that?” you ask while standing to find your shorts.

“Nothing…” he lifts his head, “Actually…y/n.”

“What is it?” you laugh awkwardly, buttoning up your shorts.

“You and Jungkook…” he stands up too, “When will you two just…”

“I’m gonna go Tae.” Your guilty smile making you feel sick, but it doesn’t stop you from walking towards him and kissing his lips.

“y/n I think I like y—”

“Tomorrow?” you smile sweetly as the ache you have been feeling only grows larger and larger.

“Yeah…” Taehyung smiles back, “Tomorrow.”

~~~~~~

y/n 11:08pm

You still up?

Jungkook 11:09pm

Yeah, whats up?

y/n 11:09pm

you still up for that movie?

Jungkook 11:09pm

You coming home already? But yeah sure:)

y/n 11:10pm

yeah I’m about to head that way

Jungkook 11:11pm

Ok don’t text and drive

y/n 11:11pm

hey its 1111 make a wish

Jungkook 11:11pm

Really? What are you, 12?

You chuckle to yourself as you sit in the driver’s seat of your car, you exit your messages and open up your music app to play one of your playlists.

You put the car in reverse and exit Taehyung apartment complex parking lot, it’s kind of cramped and you’re having to put the car in drive and reverse too many times for your liking…making you feel fucking frustrated.

Your mind goes to tonight…you hate this feeling. You just want to go home. Home where its warm and safe and no one is trying to have a serious talk with you.

You’re avoiding it. You have been for a while…you’re not stupid. Taehyung…no, you don’t want to think about it.

The drive home is relaxing for you…there’s barely anyone else out and your music is at the right volume. Just loud enough that you can’t hear yourself think. Perfect.

You enter your apartment, and are welcomed with a dark, quiet place. Where’s Jungkook?

You take your phone out and shoot him a text asking where he is but several minutes pass and he doesn’t reply. Where did he go? He didn’t…cancel on you, right? He isn’t with some girl right now, right?

Anxiety stirs within you once again, the thought of Jungkook elsewhere making breathing harder. You just wanted to come home but somehow this empty apartment feels like the farthest thing from home. The blue glow of the TV making you feel like you’re in an odd, far off place. You pull your legs up on the couch and hug them close to you, you suddenly feel so lonely. So fucking lonely.

Your face contorts, and before you know it you are trying not to cry. The last few days are catching up to you and you feel like a mess. Why can’t things feel fucking incredible? Your lip quivers and you struggle to breathe in and out like a normal human being.

“Why are you sitting in the dark, weirdo?”

You didn’t notice the sound of the front door opening and the light being turned on.

Your head snaps to the side to see Jungkook at the front entrance with a bag in his hand, he looks at you with a toothy grin until he realizes you’re crying.

“Woah woah,” he rushes to set the bag down and heads your way, he makes it to the sofa and sits down next to you and is quick to pull you to his chest, his arms wrapping around you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he whispers into your hair. “Are you okay?” He pulls back to get a look at your face, you start sniffling harder.

“Did Taehyung do something?” then Jungkook begins to panic, “Fuck, he did, right? I knew it…I’m gonna beat his fucking ass.” Jungkook lets go of you and begins to stand up when you desperately pull him back down.

“No…” you cry out quietly, “It’s your fault, dummy.”

Jungkook tilts his head innocently, “My fault?” he says, pointing to himself.

“I thought you bailed on me…” you sniff.

Jungkook breathes out and laughs softly, “I was…I went to the store to buy some beer for us.” He gestures towards the bag on the ground.

“Why didn’t you just call me?” he asks.

“I texted…but you didn’t answer.”

“Then you should have called,” His fingers brush across your cheek.

“I thought maybe you could have been with…someone…I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Jungkook looks at you incredulously, his brows pinched together so tightly.

“You think I would do something like that?” he pulls you in again, “I would never do that. I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

“You wouldn’t ever leave me in general would you?”

“Never, baby.” He kisses the top of your head and you nuzzle yourself into his chest.

Home. Your apartment finally feels like home again.

You and Jungkook are a few beers in and watching one of your favorite movies, he looks over at you every once in a while to make sure you’re okay. You smile softly towards him and he smiles back…this goes on for the entire movie. Near the end, you have the urge to be closer to Jungkook so you grab his hand and interlock your fingers. He doesn’t look at you as he weaves his fingers through yours and holds your hand tightly.

“You like holding hands, huh?” you say, slight tease in your voice.

Jungkook goes stiff, a memory sucking him in. Fucking great.

“You like holding hands, huh?” you tease as Jungkook lifts your joined hands above your head.

“Love feeling closer to you.” Jungkook leans down and plants wet kisses down the expanse of your throat, you moan as you feel his lips devouring you.

Jungkook continues to kiss and kiss until his lips meet your collarbone, until his lips drag down to your breasts, until his lips are kissing at your stomach, until his lips are where you want him most. He continues to hold your hands, lowering them to your sides.

“Love feeling closer.”

“It’s pretty late…2 in the morning…sheesh.” Jungkook untangles your fingers, “Goodnight, y/n.” he leans over and kisses the top of your head before standing from the sofa and walking towards his room for the night.

“Night Jungkook…” you whisper, feeling the emptiness dig its hole within you again.

~~~~~

You can’t really describe this hole in your chest that you feel. It leaves you empty and in pain. It leaves you wondering why and how and when this all started…

You’re meeting Taehyung for brunch at the café, you’re seated in a booth across from him and he looks quite chipper. You watch as he eyes the menu and you watch as his lips curve upward into a warm smile when he speaks to you. You watch his lips as he talks, you watch his hands as the gesture around the place, you watch—

“y/n? y/n?”

“Oh. Yeah?”

“You’re not getting pancakes?” Taehyung pouts, setting down his menu.

You chuckle softly, “Why does it matter?”

“I thought you would get one flavor and I would get another and we could like, share.” He says almost childlike.

You nibble on your lip, it wasn’t a bad idea actually.

“Fine.” You smile, “I’ll get blueberry.”

“And I’ll get chocolate.” He grins at you with all his teeth. The two of you wait for your server to arrive but she is nowhere to be found so Taehyung stands from the booth and says he is going to fetch her. You nod your head and watch him walk past a corner. You pull out of your phone and begin scrolling through twitter when a feminine voice cuts in,

“y/n, right?”

You look up from your phone to see a familiar face. Long brown hair, big bright eyes, full pouting lips. Long legs, the works. Anna.

“Um, yes?” you bite your lip, feeling anxious all the sudden. Why is Taehyung’s stalker talking to you?

“If you’re…” you try to come off more confident. “Looking for Taehyung, you should just forget about it.”

Anna looks taken aback before she’s smirking down at you, “And why is that?”

“He’s not interested Anna, you need to like, move on.”

“Oh? It’s me who needs to move on?” she laughs light heartedly. “Listen, y/n. I don’t know what you’ve heard about me but it sounds like you have it all wrong.” She taps her manicured fingers on the table.

“I don’t think so Anna.” You stand up so you’re at eye level with her, “He—”

“Tell Taehyung it’s starting to work though. I am starting to regret it.” She says, her voice so smooth. “Oh.” Her bright eyes widen, “Or I could tell him myself.” She says, looking behind you.

You turn around to see Taehyung approaching the table, his face as white as a ghost.

“A-Anna? What are you doing here?” his voice filled with panic, you’ve never seen Taehyung look so freaked out before.

“Just telling your little girlfriend I miss you.”

Taehyung visibly frowns at Anna’s words. Like they hold depth for him. What the hell is going on? What’s starting to work? What is she regretting? Your head snaps to face Taehyung,

“Taehyung, what’s happening?”

“Yeah, Taehyungie, what’s happening?” Anna copies with a coy smile.

Taehyung looks between the two of you, panic written all over his face. Anna’s hand softly clutches onto Taehyungs forearm and he very clearly relaxes at her touch, making you feel even more confused.

“Do you know her? Like know her know her?” you finally ask.

“Does he know me?” Anna lightly chuckles, a hand coming to cover her mouth, “Do you know me Tae?” she continues to giggle. Then her large eyes meet yours, “It looks like you’re the one who doesn’t know him.” then she’s looking at Taehyung again, “I’ll be waiting for your call.” And she steps to the side, smiles at you and walks away. You watch as she disappears through the door of the restaurant and your eyes never leave the door. Your mind trying to process what just happened.

“Y/n, I can explain.” You finally hear Taehyung speak up. His hand reaches for yours but you yank it back.

“Don’t touch me. Just talk.” You demand, sitting back down in the booth.

Taehyung sits across from you and exhales a long breath.

“Anna is my ex-girlfriend.” He lets out. Pausing, waiting for a reaction from you but it never comes. He continues,

“I might of not been completely honest—”

“No shit.” You cut in, “But please,” you gesture your hand for him to go on.

“She left me for another guy…” Taehyung doesn’t expect you to feel sorry for him, he folds his hands in his lap and he thinks about what to say next.

“I just…wanted her to feel what I felt. Like I moved on, I wanted her to want me back.”

“Because you want her back…” you finish for him. Your eyes darting all around the café. “You lied to me…” then you look at him, “Why me? Why did you ask me?

Taehyung looks down at his hands, “I knew you liked me, so I thought you would agree to it.” He admits.

You breathe out a long breath, your eyes beginning to gloss over,

“You knew I…? So all of this was truly just fake?”

Taehyung shakes his head frantically, “No. No. Well, maybe in the beginning.” He admits, his voice starting to crack. “Anna—“

“And how didn’t I know you had a girlfriend?”

“Listen, please just listen. Anna and I were dating, yes. But she wanted to keep quiet about it…” he notices you quirk a brow, “She had her reasons.” He defends. “but then she came to me, telling me all this shit about how she met someone else and I…I panicked.” He looks down at the table, his voice wavering.

“Am I supposed to feel bad for you?” you point out, “You fucking used me.”

“I know, I know.” Taehyung chokes on his words, “And I feel awful about it,”

“How awful Taehyung? You fucked me.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, he shakes his head again. “Please let me continue….I…I am really confused right now. I thought I wanted Anna back but you…you make me feel…but…”

“But what?” you cross your arms over your chest, you raise your head, trying your best not to fucking cry.

“I’m just so confused.” He says again.

“You used me.” You whisper, your tears finally fleeing from your eyes.

“Yes…but I think you used me too.”

Excuse you? The fucking audacity this fucker has!

“Used you? Please tell me how I used you!”

Taehyung meets your eyes, they’re soft and warm. “Please don’t play dumb,” he says.

“Aren’t I just your little distraction from Jung—"

“Stop.” Your eyes grow twice their size, you push your shoulders all the way up to your ears. You’re fuming. “I don’t know what you think you—”

“y/n.”

He looks at you softly, you stare into his eyes and your lip begins to quiver. What does Taehyung think he knows? What does Taehyung know that you’re too afraid to say out loud yourself? Your eyes refill with tears and he reaches for your hand across the table, this time you don’t pull back.

“It’s okay y/n, I know.” He says so gently it feels like someone’s hugging you.

You stare at him in disbelief while the tears begin to fall. Fuck. Years of pent up emotions finally break free, you quietly sob like a baby in the booth of the café. His hand never leaves yours.

You cry like this for several minutes, letting years of unrequited feelings get washed away. Taehyung eventually moves to your side of the booth and holds you, you cry pathetically into his chest. Why couldn’t this work? You made a wish in the bubble bath and everything…why couldn’t you get your way? You sacrificed so much…you put Jungkook’s friendship on the line for this…why?

“How did you figure it out?” your shy tone makes Taehyung smile fondly towards you.

“You’re pretty obvious. I always thought you guys had a thing going to be honest…but he always denied it.”

You feel your stomach drop, it’s not like you’re surprised that Jungkook would deny something like this but for some reason it still hurts.

“Makes sense.” You sniffle into your elbow. “We aren’t like that.”

Taehyung looks at you with so much fucking pity it kills you.

“y/n…he could feel the same way…”

“He doesn’t.” you rush to say, “Trust me.”

Taehyung looks down at his hands, he feels more guilt surface. He’s kept so much from you…now he’s keeping another secret.

“Don’t give up.” He smiles towards you, “I hope that with time you can be my friend again…I understand if you want some space.”

“Wait.” You feel anger begin to bubble over, “Jungkook…he fucking knew about you, didn’t he?” you ball your hands into fists. “He didn’t fucking tell me?” you turn your head to face Taehyung, your eyes filling with tears once again. Your best friend didn’t tell you about this?

“Wait wait y/n. That’s my fault not his, I swear. A few years ago I told him and Jimin about Anna and they had to swear not to say anything and they told me stuff in return…so the 3 of us swore to each other…” he begins losing his train of thought, “It’s just…it’s not his fault.”

“Jimin…too?” Your brows pinch together, you feel so fucking betrayed. You feel like an idiot.

“Jimin only just found out and he only didn’t tell you because Jungkook said he was going to tell him that I planned on telling you…”

“Were you going—”

“Yes!” Taehyung exclaims loudly, the people in the next booth over look over. “I promise, I just—I needed to figure out how. But then my feelings got so confusing and we slept together and I thought I could pretend…”

“Okay okay…” you pat his back, “I believe you.” And you do. You recall every moment he was going to tell you but you stopped him…because deep down you knew this was all too good to be true.

“y/n please forgive me.” He chokes up, “I really don’t want to lose you.”

You chew on your bottom lip, contemplating what to say. Yes, you feel hurt and betrayed but are you any better? You were so desperate for Taehyung to like you because…because you wanted to forget about Jungkook. You used him too. He’s right. And no matter how hard you tried and how much you forced yourself…Jungkook is still the only one you can think about.

Wait a fucking minute. No. He lied to you. He used you. And yes, maybe you were maybe trying to use him too but his is much worse. And you shouldn’t forgive that so easily. Right?

“I think you’re right about needing space Taehyung…you…you did me really wrong.”

Taehyung exhales deeply, looking into your eyes.

“I know y/n. I’m…I’m so sorry.” he looks down at his hands, they’re cold and clammy.

“y/n…please believe me, I’m so confused. I think I like—”

“Don’t.” you hold up your hand in front of him. “Don’t do that.”

Taehyung’s shoulders slump as he nods his head un understanding. “Sorry.”

You’re hurt. You feel used and betrayed. You should direct all your anger towards Taehyung, the one who did this to you but somehow the feeling of hurt and betrayal is coming from someone else. Jungkook. He kept this from you. Why? Why the hell would he keep this from you? You guys are supposed to tell each other everything but then you scoff at your own thought. He won’t even open up about his home life, why are you surprised he keeps things from you?

You decide to walk home from the café, rejecting Taehyungs offer to give you a ride. You need the fresh air, let’s be honest. You finally see your apartment in view and you sigh.

You reach the front door as you unzip your bag to reach for your keys to unlock the door. The keys are cold between your fingers as you search for the right one, but much to your frustration you can’t fucking find it. Obviously, it’s here. But why is it hiding from you?

You very irritatingly rattle the knob just for shits and giggles. You even pound the door with your fists just letting out all your anger, the feeling of betrayal catching up to you. You hit your head against the wooden door repeatedly wincing at the pain but not letting that stop the movement.

Much to your surprise, the door swings open and your head falls forward into Jungkook’s warm hand. You look up with shocked, watery eyes. He studies your face for a few seconds before exhaling deeply.

“What’s wro—"

“You knew. About Anna.” You spit out, standing tall.

Jungkook’s lips form a small ‘o’ before his face is hardening. “I tried to warn you.” Is all he says.

“Warn me?” you scoff in disbelief. “You should of told me.”

“You should of just listened to me, and trust me.” He scoffs back, his lips turning downwards.

“You let me go around pretending to be his girlfriend when you knew how much I liked him??”

“You’re not my responsibility. And it wasn’t my business,” he eyes you up and down. “Are you going to come inside or not?” he gestures towards inside the apartment. You are quiet for a moment before breezing past him and settling in the kitchen.

“Why are you always keeping things from me Jungkook?” you feel so tired, just so fucking tired.

“y/n…” he shuts the front door and walks towards you, his head hanging low. “I wanted to tell you but I couldn’t.”

“Yeah, you guys have your fucking weird ass secrets or whatever. Probably another thing I don’t know about you.”

Jungkook’s eyes grow in size, his eyebrows rising towards his hairline. “He didn’t tell you…”

“No Jungkook.”

He sighs in relief. He walks closer to you until he’s reaching his hands to grab yours.

“I’m sorry…he—”

“We…” you feel your eyes bubble over with tears again, “We slept together.” You sniffle, “He fucking used me.” You stare at Jungkook with a pained expression, “All this time I—I thought I was making progress…” your head falls into your hands and you begin to cry.

. “That asshole fucked you?” Jungkook’s voice is dangerously low.

“I told him…he couldn’t…that fucking dick.” Jungkook turns towards the counter and grabs his keys.

“W-What are you doing?” You lift your head, panic written all over your face.

“Gonna beat his ass.” Jungkook is walking towards the front door to find his shoes.

“No!” you rush towards him, grabbing onto his arm, “I-I’m fine. Me and Taehyung are done, it’s over. No need to do anything el—”

“Fine? How are you fine?! You’re not fine, y/n!” he looks at you, exasperated.

“I—"

“This is my fault.” He bows his head, “I should of told you.” “Well…yes. You should have Jungkook.” You let go of his arm and turn around, you run your fingers through your hair. You feel frustrated as fuck.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

“How can I make this up to you?” Jungkook doesn’t know how to feel right now. Guilty? Horrible? Okay? Happy that you and Taehyung are finally fucking done? Furious that his friend fucked you? You of all people? He should beat Taehyungs ass just for that alone.

“I said… why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”

Jungkook’s eyes leave yours, they move all around the place as he mind races. What can he say?

“Don’t worry about it.” He whispers.

Your eyes go wide as hell, biggest they’ve ever been. “No. No.” You quickly walk towards him, you shove his chest. Jungkook pinches his brows together as he stumbles back.

“You will not give me that bullshit, Jungkook.” You cry out.

“Just tell me how I can make this up to you so we can move on…” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest.

“So we can move on? How dare you? You fucked up, Jeon Jungkook!” You struggle to find a breath as you cry, “tell me why!”

Jungkook frowns as he watches you, his heart breaking, He can’t tell you why. His mind takes him back to 3 years ago when he made a promise with himself, he would never tell you why.

“You’re going to lose me Jungkook.” You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, “Do you want that?”

Jungkook feels his heart pounding. Lose you? No, he can’t…

3 years ago

You haven’t talked to him in weeks…and it’s pure torture. He is feeling the same pain he felt when his mom left him. Not the exact same pain…but the feeling of loss is there and it hurts.

You are without a doubt the most important lady in his life and he fucked it all up. He should of never... Why did things have to escalate like that? Why did he have to brush it off like it was nothing? Because now you aren’t talking to him. Is this going to…ruin your friendship?

Jungkook doesn’t think he could handle that. Could he handle another loss like that? No. He needs you in his life, he needs you. He thought…you wanted it. Wanted him. But he was wrong. And he is willing to do anything to go back to how things were before…he wants nothing more than to have your friendship. He swears he will never, never jeopardize your friendship again, no matter how empty it might make him feel.

One month. It took one month for you to finally respond to his texts and agree to meet up. You showed up at his apartment wearing your sweet smile and he broke down crying in front of you for the first time. You sat him down and rubbed his back, whispering words of comfort.

“Let’s just…never talk about it.” You continue to pat his back. Jungkook lifts his head and nods slowly.

“Okay…” he agrees,

“We don’t want to risk our friendship.” You rub the center of his back and he flutters his eyes shut. “Promise?”

Jungkook nods his head again. He promises he will never bring it up, bring up his…his…he promises he will never bring it up. He has to bury this. Because he won’t risk anything with you. He won’t lose you. He won’t make you uncomfortable again, he won’t cause damage to this friendship. He will be best friend Jungkook and that’s it. Because that’s what you want.

The flashbacks are too overwhelming for Jungkook, his memories flooding his body and he’s beginning to drown. His breathing becomes harsher, the loud breaths filling your ears.

“J-Jungkook?”

Jungkook stares at you with his mouth wide open, he tries to speak but no words come out.

“Hey?” you walk closer to him but he takes a clumsy step back.

“Lose you?” he finally manages to stutter out, his eyes wet with unfallen tears.

“Just tell me why, Jungkook.” Your voice is soft this time and he chokes on a quiet sob, his tears beginning to spill.

You walk closer and Jungkook steps back until his back is against the front door, he wipes his sweaty palms on his sweats. These feelings…he doesn’t want to taste their familiarity. He breathes deeply and screws his eyes shut.

“y/n…” he whimpers.

“Just tell me, Jungkook.” You’re standing just in front of him, your chest almost touching his. You tilt your head up and your hands travel up his arms until they’re cupping the back of his head.

Jungkook hesitantly opens his eyes and stares down into your eyes.

He stares down at your face and he admires all your features…he observes how creamy your skin looks, how your eyes crinkle at the edges, how your eyebrows crease slightly as you frown and how pretty and pouty your lips look. His eyes never leave your face as he takes you in. Cute. That’s how he usually views you. But today, right now, you look absolutely beautiful.

Jungkook feels his heart starting to thump wildly in his chest and he grows anxious. He can’t view you that way. He won’t. But his eyes linger on your lips and you look at him with such a cute, confused expression and he can’t help but lean a little closer. He can’t do this. He won’t do this. The anxiety grows and grows but he gets closer and closer. Your eyes begin to flutter shut and before he knows it, his lips find yours. His mouth slants over your own in a long, hot and maybe even a little sloppy kiss. His lips are plush against your own, they move in desperation at first but come to a slower pace. He begins savoring you. But you don’t move. You are in a state of shock.

Before you know it, Jungkook is unfortunately moving away from you. His lips disconnecting from yours and a look of horror is plastered on his face.

“Sorry I—”

You stare at him in shock, not able to speak.

“y/n… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry—”

And then you’re snorting. A light hearted giggle escapes your lips and you go to cover your mouth from the slip.

Jungkook continues to look horrified, totally and completely terrified of your reaction.

“Sorry, it’s just…” you continue to laugh, “This reminds me of the first time we kissed.” You say softly, a small smile decorating your face.

Jungkook frowns at your words, taking a moment to think.

“It does?” he says, but then he remembers how it went and a soft smile begins to make an appearance.

“Yeah.”

“I dare you to kiss y/n” Jimin says with an evil smirk. You choke on the drink you have in hand once you process his words, eyes wide in terror. Kiss you? Jungkook? Your best friend?

Everyone in the room starts whooping and hollering at the idea but you shake your hands in front on you in denial.

“No, no. We can’t do that!” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut at the idea.

“Yeah, no way in hell am I kissing her.” You hear Jungkook say harshly from beside you.

You don’t know why but that kind of sucks to hear. You feel a pang in your chest, why did he have to say it like that? You mean, it’s just a kiss. It’s not like you were disgusting right?

“Uh yeah.” You say, your mood obviously shifting.

“That’s literally the last thing I want to do!” You hear Jungkook cackle. “someone else can do the honors” he continues to bark loudly, his laughter filling the room.

Jimin frowns, his hands clasping together. “Fine, I dare you to kiss Amber instead.”

“That, I can do.” Jungkook smirks.

How is your best friend making you feel so rejected? You feel your heart drop to your stomach and your stomach drop to the floor. Amber is pretty…probably Jungkook’s type. Although you thought Jungkook didn’t have a type. But whatever it is, it isn’t you.

“I’m gonna go get something more to drink,” you say to no one as you stand to your feet and begin heading out the door. But you feel a body behind you and you know it’s Jungkook. You roll your eyes, feeling annoyed.

The party is still going hard when you make your way downstairs again, you weave through the crowd to get to the kitchen to fetch yourself another beer.

“y/n! Wait up!” you hear Jungkook call from behind you but you decide to ignore him.

You find the cooler of beers and grab yourself one, the chilling beer freezing against your fingertips. You crack it open and begin chugging it back, enjoying the carbonation that sizzled down your throat.

“Slow down Lightning McQueen.” Jungkook chuckles next to you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snap.

“What’s with you?” he quirks a brow, looking adorable while doing so.

“What are you doing here?” you snap again, “Shouldn’t you be like, making out with Selena or whatever her name is.”

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, his doe eyes big and bright, “Selena? Oh! You mean Amber? Nah, I saw you leaving so I came with you.” He smiles, “I told you no girls tonight. I am spending new year with you.”

You blink at him in surprise, but you shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook always keeps his word to you.

“Want to go outside?” he asks, heading nodding towards the back door.

“It’s cold, Jungkook!”

“I’ll keep you warm.” He winks then transitions into a soft smile, “Promise.”

The two of you walk outside, it is pretty damn cold, your skirt and crop top barely doing enough to keep you warm.

“Here.” Jungkook is shrugging off his jacket and handing it you.

“Thanks” you shiver, slipping on the warm, fuzzy coat. “Will you be fine?” you question.

“Only if you come snuggle with me.”

“Do these lines work on most girls?”

“Usually all of them.” He smirks, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

You giggle and move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle. Even though it’s like 20 degrees outside, Jungkook is unbelievably warm.

Jungkook pulls his phone out to check the time, huffing when he sees there’s still a few more minutes until midnight

“So how many girls did you have to reject tonight?” You ask with a snicker. Jungkook raises a brow in question, “Like, ‘oohh Jungkook please be my new years kiss??’ ya know, shit like that.” You mock.

“Oh that? No girls lining up tonight.”

“Why’s that? You shut em all down early?”

Jungkook sways back and forth, your body clinging on to his, “I think they all see me with you tonight and are laying off.”

You scoff at his words, “Right, because I have stopped them before.” You roll your eyes.

“Ha, you never know.” Jungkook takes another look at his phone, “Oh less than a minute.” He says with the shrug of his broad shoulders.

“Wanna be my kiss Jeon?” the words slip out of your mouth almost killing you in the process. You can’t believe you just asked that, “Just kidding, you would rather have someone else kiss me, right?” you huff, saving yourself.

Jungkook chokes on his spit as he tries to swallow down your words, “W-What?”

“Nothing.”

Jungkook obviously heard you loud and clear. Did you actually want to be kissed by him?

Cheers of your classmates erupt besides you and you cannot help but smile at everyone’s happiness.

“It’s nice right? Every—”

You didn’t get to finish what you were saying before Jungkook’s chapped lips were on yours. His mouth is warm and inviting but you don’t make yourself at home. Instead, you stand absolutely still as Jungkook innocently moves his lips over yours. Before you can really react, Jungkook is pulling away: absolutely horrified.

“y/n…I shouldn’t have done that…I’m sorry,” Jungkook is quick to stutter out.

You are frozen. You wish you could blame something, anything, wish you could blame the flurries that floated down to the earths ground, wish you could blame the below freezing weather and your short mini skirt, wish you could blame anything for why you are standing absolutely frozen.

You wish you could move, but the universe just won’t allow it.

“Oh my god, y/n…I really am sorry…fuck…” Jungkook’s wide eyes are focused on his feet as he threads his fingers through his thick, black hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry. Please forget about th—”

Jungkook’s lips may be a bit chapped but they are as soft and fluffy as you have once imagined. With your lips back on his, you take charge. You quickly move them over his, he hums in satisfaction. Your fingers find themselves in his dark locks, pushing up into his soft hair as his hand moves to cup your jaw.

You gasp when you feel his teeth nibble at your bottom lip, and moan into his mouth when you feel him jerk his hips into yours.

“Let’s go to your place.” You heavily breathe out, your fingers dragging down the side of his face.

Jungkook disconnects himself from you, stepping back a good foot, inspecting your face,

“You sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure.”

“Are you thinking about that night?” You ask, your voice low.

“No.” he lies, “We promised we would never talk about it y/n. We don’t want to risk our friendship…” he pushes you back by the shoulders—gently, of course. “We need to forget about this kiss too. I fucked up. You’re in a bad place right now—”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. The guy you had feelings for was fucking using you y/n, of course you’re not fine.”

“Would if I want to kiss you Jungkook?”

You don’t believe your own ears as you ask that, but god, you have been holding all this in for 3 years. And he kissed you.

“You don’t. You’re throwing yourself at me because you’re in a bad place.”

You scoff, not believing his choice of words, “Throwing myself?”

“You—you know what I mean.”

“We agreed, didn’t we?” you take a step towards him. “We would never talk about that night, ya know, to save our friendship or whatever.” Another step. “But would If I don’t care anymore?”

Jungkook narrows his eyes at you, “You don’t care about our friendship anymore?” his tone soft and almost sad.

“I just mean, I wonder what more…no, forget it.”

“Yeah, forget it. You’re just sad about Taehyung.” He says more seriously. He backs himself into the wall, he continues to wipe his sweaty palms on his pants.

He…he isn’t wrong. You know what? You are sad. You’re sad Taehyung thought to use you the way he did…you’re sad your best friend didn’t tell you about it. And for what? Because he apparently has a secret of his own? Great, just another thing you don’t know about him. You don’t want to cry and you don’t think you will but that tightness in your throat is apparent and warning you of oncoming tears.

Jungkook lets out a frustrated breath as he pulls you back in to his chest…and you’re too weak to resist. You wrap your arms around him and breathe him in, his scent filling you up and making you feel more at home over and over again.

Jungkook’s hand trails up from your waist to the back of your head, he hated seeing you like this.

The first time Jungkook saw you cry was a couple of years ago in an abandoned parking lot in his old beat up car. Your boyfriend had just broken up with you and you let all the emotions build to the point that when the seatbelt wouldn’t god damn buckle, you lost it. You sat there struggling with the seatbelt trying to click it in the stupid hole thing and it just wouldn’t. Jungkook just watched you with pity as you continued to curse at it for not clicking. You finally gave up, letting the seatbelt crash against the side of the car as the water works began.

You cried like a baby, the tears falling helplessly and Jungkook didn’t know what to do. He knew not to ask why your boyfriend broke up with you but he had a hunch and he was eaten alive by guilt. It was probably the same reason the boyfriend before that broke up with you. Him.

You are obviously growing frustrated but you never, not once, took it out on Jungkook. Instead, you would say it’s fine that you hardly liked them anyway. But he also knew that was almost always a lie. You had this boyfriend that was more serious than the others—he felt it, he knew that this boyfriend would become priority and Jungkook had to be okay with that. But before things could deepen and become more serious…he dumped you.

This was the first time you actually cried over one of your breakups and Jungkook felt heartbroken, he felt lost and confused. This was his fault for being so close to you? But he chooses to be selfish again and again. Because he never distances himself from you, no, instead he somehow always becomes closer. He’s selfish and he knows why.

“Maybe you should take a nap…” Jungkook doesn’t want you to go to sleep. He just doesn’t want you to go. But he has to let you go…in more ways than one.

“Sleepover?” You don’t want to be alone right now.

“Not right now…” he gently pulls you off his body, his head tilted down to get a good look at you.

“I think we need some space y/n.” He almost regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, your face falls into a deep frown and he wants to take it back but he can’t.

“What do you mean?” You reach up to caress his face but he pushes his head back.

“I need time.” He states.

You begin shaking your head as you start to panic.

“Time for what?” you ask desperately.

“We just…don’t…” his words fall ill on his tongue, they’re on the verge of death but he pushes them out regardless.

“We aren’t working right now…I don’t know how else to say it.”

You shake your head more frantically.

“No Jungkook…” the tears that wouldn’t fall earlier begin to slide down your cheeks as you realize what he is saying.

“I’ll stay at Jimin’s for a while.”

“Jungkook please…I cannot be without you…” you wipe your face with the back of your hand.

“You can.” His hand reaches up to wipe away a few stray tears and you lean into his touch, loving the warmth his hand provides.

“I can’t.” you whimper into your shoulder, trying to hide your face. “What happened to ‘never leaving you’ huh?” you spit out.

“I’ll always be here for you y/n but right now I just need some time to think.” He says quietly, almost ashamed.

“Think about what Jungkook?!” you raise your voice at him and you wince at your own volume. What the hell does Jungkook even need to think about?

Jungkook knows that this is selfish but he has to…he has to put some distance until he can handle things again.

“y/n.” his tone warning you to be careful. Jungkook wants nothing more than to hold you and be here for you but for his own god damn sake he needs to get out of here, for his own fucking heart.

“I’ll be back in a few days, I promise…” he pleads, holding on to your waist again. “Just please give me a few days.”

You look into his giant doe eyes and you melt. You exhale through your nose and give him a troubled smile.

“Just a few days?” you look down at your feet, finding your shoes to be fascinating.

“I promise.”

Little did you know this was going to be the first promise Jungkook ever broke.

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a bitch [one] // leigh shaw

summary: you're used to leigh's constant mood swings and unpredictability, but didn't expect she'd ever do something to hurt you like she did.

warning/s: cheating

author's note: an angsty leigh shaw imagine was requested, so here we are! there's one more part to this so enjoy 😊

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Leigh Shaw could be a very unpredictable woman.

Ever since the unfortunate death of her husband, Matt, she'd become very erratic. It was hard to remember what she was like before he died, but then she'd flash me a smile and say something adorable and I remembered. Other times though, she could be as explosive as they came. If you ever got swept up in her mood swings, you'd be screwed.

Despite this, I remained by her side. That's what best friends did. Even when she yelled at me or gave me the cold shoulder or treated me like dirt, I stayed because I knew that was what she needed.

One time, a few months after Matt's death, I was stopping by to see how she was. A prime example of the cold effect she could have on people.

I raised my hand to knock, but the door suddenly swung open, revealing a peeved Jules and a pissed Leigh further behind her in the hallway.

"Hey," I greeted her sister with a smile, but she moved past me moodily. I glanced at Leigh before catching Jules' arm, stopping her. "What happened?"

Jules smiled bitterly. "You know, you should reconsider where you put your care, Y/N. Some people just aren't worth it."

At that last part, she glared over my shoulder, no doubt at Leigh. I turned to look at Leigh, who merely stuck a middle finger up at her sister before storming towards to the kitchen.

"What a bitch," Jules mumbled, making me wince because it was such a horrible word.

Jules shook me off before marching to her car to leave. I sighed and turned around to let myself in to their house. Closing the door behind me, I followed after Leigh and found her making toast in the kitchen angrily.

"Hey," I began softly, not wanting to give her another reason to get pissed off. Sitting on a stool at the island, I asked, "What happened?"

She forced a smile as she grabbed her toast from the toaster and dropped it on a plate. "My sister can't respect my space is all."

I pursed my lips awkwardly, watching as she grabbed butter from the fridge. Noticing my silence, she glanced up at me through her eyelashes.

"What?" she deadpanned, pausing from her actions.

"I don't think Jules is trying to upset you," I began, knowing I'd probably regret it. "I'm sure she understands you want space, but she loves you. And when you see someone you love hurting, you feel like you have to do something."

A sour smile broke out on her face as she scoffed. "Wow. Could you have your head stuck any further up Jules' arse?"

"Leigh, that's not what I'm–"

"What the hell are you even doing here?" she snapped. "I didn't invite you, Y/N."

Tensing my jaw, I refrained from getting annoyed. "Believe it or not, I actually wanted to check on you."

She curled her lips into a frown. "Well, I'm fine."

As if to prove that she was, she continued to butter her toast, but when she set her knife down, it slipped off the edge of the table and clattered to the floor. Frustrated, she slammed a fist on the countertop.

"It's okay, I'll–"

"Just get out," she cut me off when I was making a move to help her. I paused, wondering if she meant it, then her deadly green glare settled on my face. "Leave."

Sighing with defeat, I nodded and wordlessly left.

—

Sometimes Leigh wouldn't apologise. She'd act like nothing had happened and we'd move on. Other times, she actually would, surprisingly recognising that she'd done something wrong.

There was this one time when I'd invited her over for the evening to eat dinner and watch some films. The dinner went perfectly fine – we talked, we laughed, we spent time together – but then when we settled in the living room to watch a film, things started to unravel.

I can't remember exactly what she'd said. One second we were choosing a film on Netflix, then she was trying to make plans with me on the weekend. Unfortunately, I already had plans with my girlfriend, Alex, and Leigh didn't seem to like this. She'd made a comment under her breath and though I don't remember it specifically, I knew it wasn't polite.

Before I knew it, we were screaming at each other, arguing over the dumbest things. It started off being about my girlfriend and then the most unrelated stuff was being brought up on both of our ends. Sometimes she could be so aggravating, managing to rile me up and bring the worst out in me. The argument lasted a few minutes before she left, leaving me seething and full of hurt.

It was the following day at work when she came to see me next. I owned a café a few doors down from her mother's dance studio and was working a shift when her sister came through the front door.

I smiled at her when she approached the counter dressed in gym gear, her usual getup when at work with her family.

"Hey, how're you doing, Jules?" I asked.

"I'm good," she greeted with a smile, before it faded. "Just a warning, Y/N, Leigh is incoming in one minute. She wants to apologise."

Eyes rolling with mild annoyance, I let out a sigh. As dreadful as our spat was last night, I knew I had to also apologise to her. I'd said some hurtful things that made me feel all icky inside. Going to sleep after a fight was never a nice feeling.

"I don't know how you've put up with her for this long," Jules commented, picking up a cupcake from the display. "She can be so horrible to you."

I frowned, not feeling comfortable talking badly of Leigh behind her back. "That's not fair, Jules. You know what she's going through."

Jules gave me a knowing look. "I do, but that doesn't give her a free pass to treat you like she does."

Shrugging, I busied myself with cleaning up the crumbs from Jules' cupcake and giving her a plate.

"I take it you're going to forgive her then," she stated, though she definitely knew the answer judging from her expression.

"We both said some things we shouldn't have," I tried to explain so it didn't seem like I was giving in so easily, which deep down, I definitely knew I was, but Leigh was worth it.

Jules chuckled. "Yep, you're forgiving her. Looks like it's Leigh's lucky day."

I didn't say anything as she picked up the plate, ready to take a seat at one of the tables. Just as she was about to leave, she paused thoughtfully.

"You know, if you didn't have a girlfriend already, I'd say you were whipped," she said casually.

Ignoring her words, I watched her take her a seat on one of the spare tables. She made jokes like that a lot, but the truth was that I would probably do anything for Leigh. We'd been best friends since university – that was way too long to simply throw away our friendship because she was going through a tough time. And yes, the girlfriend talk threw me off at times... by the time I'd realised I liked Leigh as more than a friend, she was engaged. And I got over it, but Jules continued with the jokes and I continued to dismiss it.

As Jules warned, Leigh entered the café and caught my eyes with a nervous smile. I returned it, just as nervous as she looked, before watching her approach the counter. She was dressed in gym gear, like her sister, but a fine layer of sweat coated her skin which made me think she may have just finished teaching a class.

"Hey," she said with a rare gentleness to her voice. Her hands rested on the counter, fumbling slightly, before she put them by her sides instead. "How are you?"

Uncomfortably, I played with a loose thread on my apron. "I've been better, not gonna lie."

She exhaled regretfully. "I want to apologise, Y/N. Last night... it wasn't fair what I did. Just snapping at you like that."

I didn't know what to say, so I stayed quiet and avoided her eyes.

"I just get so angry sometimes," she admitted, noticing I wouldn't speak. She sounded exhausted and I looked up to see her running a hand through her hair. "I can't explain it. My anger at you wasn't about Alex or the plans, it was just me."

"It's because you're still hurting," I told her what I'd observed, shoulders relaxing. "And you're not very good at expressing that."

She shook her head, eyes drifting to the till distractedly. "I should be because I keep hurting the people I love."

My heart ached at the devastation in her voice and I put my hand out, motioning for her to take it. Thankfully, she did and I squeezed hers gently.

"Look, let's just forget it happened," I said with a small smile. "I... I didn't exactly say the nicest of things either."

She grimaced, letting go of my hand. "No, I get why you said it. It wasn't fair of me to just start on you like that. You were just defending your girlfriend... God, I can be such a bitch sometimes."

I winced at the word, it grating my ears. "That's not true, Leigh."

"It is." She nodded slowly, rolling her eyes. "Everybody thinks it. Including you."

"I don't think that," I said with creased brows, meeting her saddened eyes. "You're not a bitch. I've never once thought that."

"Really?" She raised a brow, smiling with defeat. "Not even that time when I stole your doughnuts after that fight we had two weeks ago?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Not even when I snapped at you for no reason the other day when you tried to help me write my article?"

"Not even then."

Her expression softened with guilt. "Not even when I called you a selfish jerk last night for not wanting to spend time with me even though you have a life of your own?"

I rounded the counter and stopped before her, looking between her guilt-ridden eyes. "Especially not then, Leigh."

She breathed out quietly and I pulled her in for a hug, glad when I felt her relax beneath me. Her arms clasped around my waist and I was glad we were good again.

—

It was a year later when Leigh and I eventually got together as a couple. It was a long time after I broke up with my girlfriend and it was completely unexpected.

I'd invited Leigh to be my 'date' to my mum's birthday party, since the two had gotten on so well in the past. She was happy to oblige, but as soon as we arrived, her mood changed.

I was helping collect the pizzas from the delivery guy when he started to flirt with me. At the time, I didn't even realise, but I knew that Leigh had acted different since it happened. When I finally confronted her about her sudden mood swing, she proceeded to make out with me completely unexpectedly and then admitted she was in love with me.

I'm not gonna lie, it was a good time. Since breaking up with my girlfriend, I'd been single and falling for my best friend all over again. Leigh making the first move was all I'd needed to finally share how I felt, too.

That was six months ago, and since then, we'd been going strong. Of course, there were still times when she had her mood swings and took it out on me (and literally everyone else) without realising, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle. I was used to it, used to her. So much that I should have trusted her even when presented with conflicting evidence.

We were at her workplace, Basically News, where she wrote columns part-time. It was a work party she'd been invited to and she'd asked me to be her date, which of course I said yes to. At the moment, we may or may not have been a little tipsy as we stood in the corner, drinking from flutes of champagne.

"Thank you again for coming here tonight as my date," Leigh said with a grin, arms laced around my neck as she held me close.

Pressing a kiss to my lips briefly, she pulled away and left my head spinning, and not just because of the alcohol.

"Any excuse to not be on the closing shift at work is good enough for me," I said playfully, resting my hands behind her waist.

She gasped. "Oh? So it wasn't me who persuaded you to come tonight?"

I pulled a face, feigning forgetfulness. "Hmm, I'm not too sure. Maybe you'll have to remind me why I agreed to come."

She bit her lip to contain her grin, eyes flickering to my lips. Leaning in, her lips met mine and I closed my eyes, enjoying the way she combed her hand through my hair and tilted my head towards her so she could get better access. She was a really good kisser and she knew the effect she had on me as I felt her smirk into it, catching her breath, before chasing down my lips and nibbling on them temptingly.

Remembering where we were, I gently pushed her back and tried to contain my smile. "Make it PG, Leigh. You're at work."

She licked her lips and began to laugh, green eyes darting between mine. "You're just so cute."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "I don't want everyone here knowing how irresistible you are or they might try to steal you away."

Her laughter filled the air, making my stomach flip at the sound.

"Though I think they may already know that because of how sexy you look tonight," I added, eyes fluttering down her body to appreciate just how well she pulled off her fitted black dress.

She raised her brows with surprise, making me mirror her expression comically.

Leaning close to my ear, she said above a whisper, "D'you wanna know something not-so-sexy?"

Her breath tickled my ear and sent shivers down my spine, making me tense up slightly. Judging from the expression on her face, she was very much aware of what she was doing to me.

"What?" I asked with amusement.

"I really need to pee," she said, and I began to laugh because she did, too, and I knew she wasn't kidding. Pressing a kiss to my cheek, she added, "I'll be right back."

Letting go of me, she waved goodbye before going to the toilets. I busied myself with getting to know her colleagues whilst I waited, until five minutes had passed and I realised she still hadn't returned. Deciding to check on her, I headed in the direction of the toilets, only to freeze when I saw something I definitely wasn't expecting.

Leigh was kissing another girl outside of them.

It was her colleague, Abby, that was the first thing I noticed. But I didn't stay to make out anything more as I immediately turned around and walked away, trying to make my brain catch up to what I'd just seen.

Leigh was kissing somebody else. Somebody that wasn't me. Somebody who I had always suspected had a thing for her, but I never considered that maybe Leigh had a thing for her, too.

Definitely not tipsy anymore, I found the nearest table and took a seat, trying not to assume the worst. But how else could I perceive what I'd just seen? It could have been a mistake, though I was so shocked and hurt and angry that I couldn't imagine how. Maybe she'd explain herself to me. Or maybe she'd tell me what actually happened. Maybe.

Leigh returned not long after, finding me at the table. Smiling like nothing had happened, she pulled me up and led me to dance. Not once, for the remainder of the evening, did she suggest that anything was out of the ordinary, nor did she explain herself. And I couldn't help but wonder how I had the worst luck with women.

This one hurt way more than the last time because it wasn't just anyone – it was Leigh.

—

A year and a half ago:

"Danny mentioned the breakdown you had last week because they didn't have doughnuts, so I, er, brought you these just in case."

Leigh cracked a small smile in the passenger's seat before accepting the box I held out to her. I'd just parked up outside the place where she went to her grief counselling group, having offered to drop her off. It had only been a few months since Matt died, but sometimes, the old Leigh shone back through and it made me feel hopeful that she'd make it through this.

"Thank you," she said genuinely, fingers wavering on top of the box, before she lifted her gaze to meet mine. "And thanks for the ride. You didn't have to."

I shrugged, thumb tapping the steering wheel mindlessly. "I don't mind. I just wanna make sure you get here okay."

She sighed, shaking her head, though a ghost of a smile was on her lips.

"Text me when you're done and I'll be happy to pick you up, too," I added casually.

"Thanks," she repeated, though didn't make a move to leave my car just yet. I didn't rush her.

Sadly, the silence was broken when my phone began to ring and my girlfriend's name flashed on the screen in my car where my phone was connected to. Glancing at Leigh, I just about made out the eye-roll she did.

"Sorry," I apologised, before declining the call instantly.

"Why d'you do that? Could've been urgent," she said with a clipped tone.

Oh, no, I thought. Whenever she used that tone, it meant she was picking a fight.

"I'm here with you," I said like it was obvious, hoping that one thing didn't ruin the moment.

She tensed her jaw, looking down as her hair fell around her face. "Whatever."

Before I could think of a way to make her feel better, the screen lit up again and my ringtone echoed through the car. I winced at the glare Leigh sent to the screen. If looks could kill, my car would be toast.

Declining the call, I looked to her worriedly. "What's wrong, Leigh?"

Her glare fell to me. "Why the hell do you keep declining it? She's calling you for a reason."

I raised my eyebrows. "Because I'm here with you? Alex can wait. I'm taking you to grief group."

"Well, I'm here at grief group," she mocked, turning to face me with an unexplainable frustration.

I didn't understand why she was so touchy all of a sudden. The car ride here, she'd been fine. Just a moment ago, she'd been fine. But now... now she was acting unreasonable.

My phone buzzed in my pocket suddenly, followed by a tone that signalled I had a text. Leigh smiled bitterly, rolling her eyes.

"Let me guess," she muttered. "It's her."

Still very much unable to keep up with her mood swings, I didn't answer. Her gaze snapped to mine as she stared at me with disbelief.

"Why the fuck aren't you checking it?!"

I grimaced, my own exasperation slipping out when I blurted, "I'm a little confused to what you want from me right now, Leigh!" Breathing out slowly, I said, "I'm sorry if this is bothering you. I'll turn off my phone next time."

As if I'd deeply offended her, she raised a brow incredulously. "Are you kidding me? Why would this bother me?"

Okay, I was extremely confused now.

"I don't know," I admitted, bewildered.

"Is that what you think of me? Some clingy bitch who won't let you live your life?"

I widened my eyes. "What?! Leigh! I never said–"

"Sorry if taking me is such a task," she said abruptly, moving to put the box of doughnuts on the dashboard.

"I never said that," I told her sternly.

"You didn't have to. I know already. I'm just a burden on everyone."

She got out of the car and slammed the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, my confusion was still trying to make out what the hell just happened.

"Don't bother picking me up," she said through the open window of the passenger's door. A scowl was on her face as she added, "You should go spend time with Alex. She's probably missing you."

Breathing out, I leaned back into my seat and watched her walk away and to the entrance of the building. When she acted like this – so push and pull with her emotions – I was so conflicted. What could possibly be going on in her mind that she managed to flip everything that just happened? A complete 180?

Knowing she'd just need some time to cool off, I shook my head and focused on leaving. But then I remembered my phone went off and pulled it out to see what was so important. Aside from two missed calls from Alex, I saw I had a voicemail, too, not a text.

Grumbling fo myself, still disgruntled by Leigh's attitude, I raised the phone to my ear to have a listen, whilst hoping it wasn't actually anything life-threatening.

At first, all I could hear was some very faint laughing and vague noises, kind of like material rubbing together and breathing. I assumed Alex had left me a voicemail without even realising since I'd done that countless of times to other people, having dropped my phone in my bag without realising it was still on. But then the noises became more distinct and I made out words.

"Jake, stop messing about," a voice said, whom I instantly recognised as my girlfriend.

I furrowed my brows. Jake? Jake as in the guy she worked with Jake?

"If you stop teasing me then maybe I will," a gravelly yet devious voice responded.

My throat went dry when I heard more laughter before it went quiet. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening, especially when the moans that followed echoed in my ear, begging me not to forget.

Unable to listen anymore, I hung up and threw my phone onto the passenger's seat. Tears welled in my eyes as I glanced over at it hesitantly, almost wishing it hadn't even existed. And as much as I didn't want to accept the glaring fact, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

She was cheating on me.

#leigh shaw #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw imagine #sorry for your loss #sorry for your loss imagine #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine

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argylesweedstash · 3 years

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did you just call me baby

(ao3 link)

The first time it happens, it’s an accident. At least, Dean’s banking on Castiel thinking it’s an accident. And it is, really. Dean fell onto the war room floor covered in black goo with his arms around Cas. Sam and Jack leapt up from the table, moving away from the intricate spellwork that no longer needed their attention.

Cas stirred a little. He’d been out of it when Dean had found him - half-lucid and mostly disbelieving. He’d let Dean pull him up and sling his arm around his shoulders, but hadn’t said much. Only mumbled apologies and words that sounded a lot like, “I hope this is real.”

Jack was first on the floor next to them. “Cas?” he asked, a tentative smile playing on his lips. Cas nodded and within seconds, his arms were full of his son.

Dean watched them, a smile playing on his lips. When they broke apart, Sam offered Castiel his arm. Cas had looked at it before taking it and being pulled into a hug by the taller man.

Dean removed himself from the floor and helped Jack up. When Sam released Cas, Dean stepped in front of him.

“It’s real,” Dean said, looking into Cas’s eyes.

Cas nodded. “Thank you for saving me, Dean.”

Dean finally closed the distance between them and pulled Cas into a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you, baby,” Dean muttered against Cas. When he realized that he’d said baby instead of buddy, he could feel heat rising to his cheeks. He removed himself from Cas and grinned sheepishly at the floor. There was a weird fluttering feeling in his chest. He wrote it off as the adrenaline that was still pumping through his veins.

Cas, for what it was worth, didn’t seem to notice the word. “I missed you, too, Dean.”

That was two weeks ago. Since then, Dean has been avoiding talking about it. Not just his slip, though, the things Cas had said to him before The Empty came and took him. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t feel the same way - he just didn’t know if he did or not. He likes Cas and he’s his best friend. He knows he likes spending time with him. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by how fond of his friend he is, but he doesn’t read too far into that.

Plus, things hadn’t changed between them. They still watched movies together in the Dean Cave a couple nights a week. Castiel would always come and join Dean in the garage when he was working on any of the cars they kept. Dean would greet him with a, “Good morning, Sunshine,” every morning from his place at the table. The only thing that had changed was that they didn’t have the end of the world looming over their heads. Honestly, this is the happiest he’s been in a long time. Getting Cas back meant that they’d tied up their loose ends and now they could relax. Of course Dean had never felt this happy, they’d never so resolutely saved the world like they did this time around.

Dean is sitting at the table, now, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. There were still monsters, there might still be a case somewhere. In the back of his head Dean knows he doesn’t really want to find a case. He’s been enjoying his time with Cas and Sam. He likes that the most pressing thing he has to worry about is whether or not the fridge is stocked. He knows Sam has been getting stir crazy, though. Maybe he’ll find a case and send Sam off, encourage him to get Eileen in on it.

The sound of footsteps draws Dean’s attention away from the laptop. Castiel pads into the room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s hand-me-down shirts, even though he hasvclothing of his own. Part of pulling Cas out of The Empty meant leaving his grace behind. Jack had been pretty clear - Cas’s grace was the reason Jack was unable to just pull him out. So, here Cas is, as human as Dean, wearing Dean’s shirt. A smile threatens to break on Dean’s face.

“What’re you up to?” Dean asks.

Cas turns to face him. Dean notices toothpaste stuck to the corner of Cas’s mouth, he must have just finished brushing his teeth.

“It’s almost lunch time,” Cas says. “I was going to make myself something. Are you hungry? I can make enough for two.”

Dean shakes his head. “Just ate,” he says. “You, uh -” He gestures vaguely at Cas’s mouth.

“I what?” Cas asks, tilting his head a little.

“Baby,” Dean starts as he gets up from his chair to walk over to Castiel. “You have some toothpaste. Right there.”

Cas stares at Dean, wide eyed. Dean resists the urge to roll his eyes and grabs a napkin from the table. He wipes at Castiel’s mouth before he crumples the napkin and walks it over to the trash. Cas watches his movements.

“What?” Dean asks when he notices Cas staring at him. It’s not that he minds, Cas just looks a little lost.

Cas just shakes his head and puts a smile on his face. “Nothing. Thank you, Dean. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s part of being human, man. No worries,” Dean says, depositing himself back in his chair. “You gonna eat in here?”

“Yes, of course,” Cas says, finally moving from where he was stopped.

Dean nods in his direction before he pats the chair next to him, smiling up at his friend. He returns to his research as Cas busies himself in the kitchen.

Two days later, Sam is gone to go after a nest of vamps and Eileen’s place just happens to be on the way there. Dean isn’t quite sure why Sam hasn’t just asked her to move in. He’s pretty sure Sam had refrained before because Dean had been a wreck with Cas gone. It was probably better for Dean and Eileen’s relationship that she hadn’t seen him like that. But now, there was no reason for her not to be here. She was family, after all.

Dean knocks on Cas’s door, ending his stream of thoughts. Dean was kind of bored and he hadn’t taken Cas anywhere but the supermarket since they’d brought him back. And, come to think of it, Dean couldn’t remember the last time just he and Cas had gone out for drinks.

Cas answers the door already dressed. “Dean. I was actually coming to look for you.”

“Well, I found ya first,” Dean says, putting an easy smile on his face. “Was gonna see if you wanted to come grab a drink with me. Looks like you’re going somewhere, though.” He didn’t want to press, but where on earth could Cas be going? It wasn’t like he really knew anyone around here outside of Sam and Dean. And if someone they knew was in town, why hadn’t Dean heard of it?

The ends of Cas’s lips turn up slightly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Dean lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and beams at Castiel. “It’s a date, then. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you at Baby.”

Cas nods at Dean’s retreating figure and mumbles, “It’s a date,” before shutting his door to walk to the car.

Dean meets him there a few minutes later. “Had to grab my keys,” he says, holding them up for Cas to see.

The drive to the bar passes in comfortable silence, Cas staring out the window at the passing buildings. Dean drums his fingers on his steering wheel. He glances to Cas a few times; he almost can’t believe Cas is really back. He’d been gone for two months. Dean had spent most of that time frantically reading through every lore book and the rest drinking until he couldn’t remember the pain. It had been Jack that finally suggested opening the rift and leaving Cas’s grace behind. Dean had been ready to go almost immediately.

Now that Castiel was back, Dean felt better than he had in years. A warm feeling had settled over him after they fell through the rift and it stayed around. Whenever he was with Cas he could only describe the we he felt as “content.” Like now, for example, he could drive all night like this and be pleased with the way he spent his evening.

They pull in and Dean holds the door to the bar open so Cas can walk through. “Grab us a table and I’ll get drinks,” he says, clapping his hand over his shoulder and walking past him to the bar.

He gets the bartender’s attention pretty quickly. “Hey, Lynn. Slow night?” he asks.

She rolls her eyes at him and pushes a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face. “It’s a Wednesday, what do you expect?” She gives a little chuckle and leans against the bar. “Where’s your brother?”

“Sammy’s with his girlfriend. Won’t be back for a few days,” Dean says easily. “Left me alone with Cas over there.”

Lynn looks past him at Castiel, who is seated at a booth in the corner. He’s looking around the mostly empty bar, seemingly taking in the neon signs advertising different kinds of alcohol. He’s wearing one of Dean’s flannels, Dean realizes belatedly.

“He’s cute,” Lynn says. She turns her attention back to the man in front of her. “What can I get for you two?”

“Two beers,” he says. And then, as an afterthought, “And two shots of your top shelf whiskey.”

She grins. “Celebrating something?”

“Come to think of it, yeah,” Dean says. “He, uh.” He looks for the words. “Just got back from a work trip. Gone for a couple of months.” That sounds like a good cover.

“I bet he’s happy to be home,” Lynn says, setting the beers in front of Dean before turning to grab a bottle from the shelf behind her. “You seem happy that he’s back.”

It’s Dean’s turn to grin. “I’m freaking thrilled. Dude’s my best friend.”

Lynn slides the now filled shot glasses toward Dean. “Want a tray to carry all that?”

Dean doesn’t get to answer before she’s sliding a tray toward him. “You need a tray,” she says, putting the drinks onto it. “I know you were going to try to carry all this over there without one.”

Dean thanks her and slides the tray onto his left arm, steadying it with his right hand. He turns toward the booth Cas is in and flashes him a smile while he lifts the tray slightly, indicating the beverages.

“That my shirt?” he says when he gets to the table. He sets a beer and a shot down in front of Cas.

Cas looks down at the flannel and then back at Dean in a way Dean can only describe as bashful. “Yes. It must have gotten mixed in with my laundry. I can return it, if you want.”

“Keep it. Looks better on you anyway.” Dean picks his shot up and motions for Cas to do the same. “We’re celebrating, Cas.”

Cas picks up his shot and looks at Dean curiously. “What are we celebrating?”

“You’re back!”

Cas smiles warmly. “I am,” he nods. “Thanks to you.”

“Well, Sam and Jack helped,” Dean says, grinning.

“To humanity,” Cas says, raising the shot.

“To humanity,” Dean echos before taking the shot.

Cas makes a face after he downs his and raises his beer to his lips to chase the taste away.

“You’ve not had a drink since you got back,” Dean remarks, watching Cas take a few long drinks from the bottle.

“You haven’t either,” he replies.

Dean contemplates the statement. “Really?” He takes a sip of his beer. “I guess I’ve just been busy.”

They both know that isn’t really true. Dean’s only been engaging in leisurely activities, he’s just not been drinking during them. He wonders for a moment why that might be. It’s probably because he doesn’t have any pain he needs to ignore, he thinks.

“Your tolerance is going to be shit.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m a cheap date.”

Dean looks at him for a moment before laughing. Cas gives him a genuine smile before returning to his beer.

Several beers later, Dean cuts himself off. Someone has to drive home and Cas is more than a little giggly on the bench across from him. He takes a sip of his third beer and gives Dean a measured look.

“What?” Dean asks, putting a soft smile on his face. “See something you like?”

“Yes,” Cas says.

Dean grins back at him. There’s a tug somewhere in his chest, but he ignores it. “Anything on your mind?”

Cas just looks at Dean, clearly deep in thought. “Not really, no.”

Dean laughs and shakes his head. “Want another?”

Cas’s beer is still half full. “Another what?”

“Another drink. Or another shot.”

“Another shot might be nice, actually.”

Dean smiles at him. “That’s my boy. I’ll be right back.”

He returns to the bar and waits for Lynn to walk over to him.

“Two more?” she asks.

“Just another shot,” Dean says. “I’m driving but huggy bear over there can have whatever he wants.”

Lynn shakes her head and pours another. “You two been together long? I haven’t seen him in here.”

Dean blinks back at her and then looks down at the shot. “Actually we, uh, we haven’t talked about… that. Being together.”

She frowns at Dean and he takes a breath. He hadn’t been avoiding it, really. He and Cas had just fallen back into their comfortable rhythm.

“He doesn’t know how you feel, does he?” Lynn asks. She looks a little sad now.

“I guess he doesn’t,” Dean says thoughtfully.

“You should tell him.”

Dean looks up at her.

“Not tonight, though. He should probably be sober.”

Dean nods and grabs the shot. “Thanks, Lynn.”

He sets the shot down across from Cas when he gets back to the table. “For you.”

Cas downs the shot as Dean settles back down across from him. “What were you two talking about?”

Dean stares at Cas. He knows he shouldn’t lie but if he says anything Cas may actually want to talk about his feelings and Dean isn’t ready for that. He doesn’t really have words and he’s not even sure he’s fully processed Cas’s confession yet. And, Lynn was probably right. Cas should be sober for that particular conversation.

“Sam,” Dean lies easily. “This is where we come for drinks. Neither of us have been by in a while.”

Cas accepts the lie and sips from his beer before starting a conversation about Jack and the prospect of weekly family dinners.

By the time Cas had finished his beer the shot he’d taken seems to hit him. “Dean.”

“Cas.”

“I’d like another shot.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “You can get it.”

Cas frowns at Dean before swinging his legs to the end of the booth to pull himself out. He pushes himself up on the table and wobbles a little before Dean is up and at his side, steadying him.

“When you don’t stand it hits you all at once,” Dean explains. He’s gripping Cas’s bicep and shoulder.

“I know how drinking works, Dean. I spend all my time with you.”

Dean chuckled low in his throat. “How about we get you home?”

“Can I drink there?”

Dean turns Cas to face him fully. “Hell yeah, you can.”

“You’ll be drinking, too?”

“Well, yeah. I won’t have to drive us anywhere. Can’t let you have all the fun.”

Dean walks Cas to the Impala and deposits him in the passenger’s seat. “I’ll be right back, baby. I have to pay the tab.”

Cas stares at Dean for a moment before opening and promptly closing his mouth.

“I’ll leave the door open in case you hurl. And I’ll get a bag from Lynn.”

Dean returns to see Cas has closed the door and is currently slumped against it, sleeping. He rolls his eyes and drives him home, careful to avoid the bumps on the road. When they get home, he shakes Cas awake.

“‘Morning, Sunshine.”

“It’s not morning, Dean,” Cas replies groggily.

“Nope,” Dean says, leaning over to pull Cas out of the car. “Let’s get you to your room.”

They make their way through the bunker slowly. Dean sits Cas down and gets him out of his shoes and, after a brief moment of hesitation, his jeans. Once he’s gotten Cas under the blankets, he gets a glass of water from the kitchen and a few tylenol from the bottle he has stashed in his room.

“Alright,” he says, setting everything down on Cas’s night stand. “Take the tylenol when you wake up. You’re probably going to be hungover. And drink some water, okay?”

“Yes, Dean,” says the Cas sized lump under the covers.

“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? I’m right down the hall.”

Dean turns to leave but Cas makes a noise. Dean turns back around.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight, Dean. I had fun.”

Dean smiles. “I had fun, too. Get some sleep, baby.”

He flicks out Cas’s lights and reminds himself to stop calling Cas buddy. The dude loves him and Dean’s probably making it hurt or something. Plus, he’d accidentally called him baby when he’d first gotten back from The Empty. Dean’s probably sending him mixed signals. He shuts the door behind him and walks to his room; he knows he should probably figure out what to say to Cas. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure that meant poking at that warm, fluttery feeling that seemed to be permanently in his chest.

Sam returns from the hunt a week later. He assures Dean it was an easy hunt and that he and Eileen hadn’t needed any help. He also admits to spending a few days with Eileen after they’d taken out the nest.

“How is she, anyway?” Dean asks, handing a beer to Sam and setting one on the end table next to Cas. They’d been watching old western’s in the Dean Cave when Sam got home. Cas had wanted to spend the day watching movies and Dean had agreed on the condition that he got to pick the movie.

“She’s good. She misses you two,” Sam answers.

“Tell her to get her ass out here,” Dean says. “She’s family at this point, man. She should be here, anyway. It would make hunts easier.”

Sam shook his head, smiling. “That’s the first hunt I’ve been on since we beat Chuck. You still haven’t been out.”

“Hey, I’m keeping Cas company. He’s still newly human,” Dean argues.

“You could go hunt if you want, Dean. I’m capable of taking care of myself. I don’t mind,” Cas says from the couch. Dean looks over at him and shakes his head.

“Nah, you’ve been back less than a month. We gotta make sure you have your sea legs before I go anywhere, baby.”

The words left his mouth effortlessly. Sam and Cas just stared at him for a second before Sam coughed.

“It’s great seeing you guys but I’m going to go shower and pass out for a few hours,” he says before making a quick exit toward his room.

“Fine, Sammy. We didn’t want to hang out with you, anyway,” Dean shoots back before collapsing onto his side of the couch.

He hits play on the movie and settles in. He has his own bottle of beer pressed to his lips when Cas speaks.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, Cas?” he replies, lowering the bottle from his lips.

Cas is quiet for a moment. “Why do you keep calling me ‘baby’?” he asks carefully.

Dean stares back at him. “I only called you that once,” he says, on guard now. Had it slipped out again? He didn’t think it had but now he’s not so confident. He sets his beer bottle down.

“No, you’ve done it five times.” So, it had slipped out again. More than once. “You did just now before Sam left.”

Dean is silent, unsure of what to say. He hadn’t even realized it had come out. “I’m sorry,” he finally decides, lowering his gaze from Cas’s stare for a brief moment.

“I don’t mind it,” Cas says quietly. He’s looking somewhere to the left of Dean, his eyes occasionally flickering to Dean’s face. “I thought you were doing it on purpose, is all.”

Dean can’t seem to form a fully coherent thought. He knows he needs to say something - mention Cas’s confession, maybe. But he doesn’t have the words for that yet. Instead he says, “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to do it on purpose,” Cas says, looking down. Dean can see the beginnings of pink on the top of his ears. He’s overwhelmed with an ache somewhere in his chest.

Dean doesn’t know why, but he slides in close to Cas. He reaches his hand out and lifts his chin so their eyes meet. “Anything you want, baby,” he says, softly. The fluttering in his chest is more insistent now.

He hears Cas’s breath hitch. Cas closes and opens his eyes before saying. “Can I ask something?”

“Of course,” Dean says, his hand still resting on Cas’s chin.

“Will you kiss me?”

Before Dean registers what he’s doing, he nods and ducks his head in. The kiss is chaste and quick but Cas leans in and responds gently. When they break, there’s a soft smile on Cas’s face.

“Cas,” Dean says, moving his hand to Cas’s cheek. “I, uh. I need to talk to you about. About what you said. Before you… Ya know.”

“When I told you I loved you?” Cas supplies, his eyes half-lidded.

“Yeah,” Dean says, chuckling lightly. “I. I think I do, too. I just haven’t -”

“You don’t have to say anything, Dean. You know that.”

Dean brings his mouth gently back to Cas’s and kisses him again. This time just a little longer, his other hand finding Cas’s waist.

“It was just so easy when you got back,” Dean says when he pulls away. He tries to find any string of words that expresses how he feels. “I didn’t think I needed to say anything but…”

Cas stares at Dean, encouraging him to keep going. Dean can feel his face heating up.

“Lynn asked how long we’d been together,” he says, lamely. “The bartender,” he adds.

“I didn’t get to meet her but I remember her name.”

Dean smiles at him and takes a breath before speaking. “And I told her we hadn’t talked about it. And she looked really sad. I realized I do need to say something.”

They’re silent for a moment and then Dean says. “Holy shit. That was a date.”

Cas looks confused. “You told me it was a date.”

“I did?”

“Yes. When I said yes to going with you, you said ‘it’s a date.’” Cas says.

Dean shakes his head. “It’s… It’s an expression, Cas,” he says. Then, “But, uh, that was a date. I think.”

“Dean. Did you want it to be a date?” Cas asks. His voice is lined with both patience and amusement.

Dean pauses for a minute before saying, “Yeah. That was our first date.” He leans in and presses another kiss to Cas’s mouth.

Cas kisses back and then pulls away a little. “Would you like to go on a second date?”

Dean makes a show of thinking. He hums lightly.

“Dean.”

“Yeah, Cas. I do,” he places a kiss on the side of Cas’s mouth before he drops his hand. “I, uh, I don’t really know what to say but… You can have me, if you want. You’re just going to have to work with me. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Cas says.

Dean places a kiss on Cas’s cheek before he turns back to the TV and starts the movie. Cas reaches across to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers in the space between them.

“Hey, baby?”

Cas’s head pops up in response to the pet name, there’s a faint smile on his lips. “Yes, Dean?”

“I love you.”

Cas beams at him before replying, “I love you, too.”

Dean turns his head back toward the TV but spends a better part of the rest of the movie sneaking glances at Cas. He indulges the warm feeling in his chest, even if he doesn’t quite have the words for everything yet.

#supernatural #destiel #destiel fanfic #spn #mine #bye this was inspired by a post I made because im a monster!#my writing #my fic

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andvys · 3 years

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Fine line part six

warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol consumption

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

Warmth embraced you, a comforting feeling rushed through your body when you started to wake up, the pillow underneath your head felt softer and warmer than last night for some reason causing you to cuddle more into it, you haven't felt this comfortable in a while.

You started falling back asleep again when you felt a pair of arms pulling you in closer, you opened your eyes in shock when you realized the pillow wasn't a pillow, it was Ellie and you were laying on her chest while her arms were wrapped around you tightly.

You looked up at her, noticing that she was fast asleep, luckily. You had no idea how you ended up in this position. You tried to stay as far away from each other as possible when you went to sleep last night, so how did you end up cuddled into Ellie Williams?

The thought of her pulling you into her at night and tightening her arms around you made you feel all warm and weird?

‘Maybe she didn't even realize she did that..’ you thought to yourself.

Deciding to spare her and yourself the embarrassment you moved her arms off you carefully, trying not to wake her.

You got up after you managed to move away from Ellie and grabbed your shoes and your hoodie before leaving the room.

You went into the living room and sat down on one of the armchairs and put your shoes on, tying the laces on your boots, you couldn't help but blush at the thought of you and Ellie cuddling. You had to admit, it felt nice waking up that way.

‘stop it y/n, she hates you and you hat- you don't like her.’ you thought to yourself.

‘it felt better than waking up next to Ethan tho.’

Shaking your head, you were pissed at yourself for thinking it was nice, waking up with Ellie.

You grabbed your hoodie and put it on before you put your knifes in your belt and grabbed your shotgun leaving the apartment.

You needed to clear your head and you needed a distraction right now so you decided to check out a few buildings for supplies while Ellie was still sleeping.

It was raining outside and you could hear thunder rumbling in the distance, you were glad that you had the car now, otherwise you’d had to stay here one more day or for however long the rain would last til you could keep moving again.

You walked through the street, making sure to not stay too far away from the apartment in case something happened.

An old army store managed to catch your attention, it was probably picked clean already but you were sure you could still find a few things in there.

You knocked on the window, checking if infected were in there, you waited for a minute to see if any would come running towards the window but nothing happened and it was quiet in there.

Walking inside, you noted that most shelves were empty but you didn't expect anything else, it would be a miracle if there were more than a few things left after so many years after the outbreak.

You walked over to the counter and walked around it, opening one of the drawers you found a silencer for your pistol, you grabbed it and put it into the pockets of your hoodie.

You noticed a door that led into a different room, walking towards it you tried to open it but it was locked.

“damnit.” you mumbled.

You checked for some keys but you couldn't find any so you put your shotgun down and grabbed your knife and leaned down, picking the lock with the blade.

Sighing in relief when you heard the click, getting up you put your knife back in your belt before you picked your shotgun off the floor and opened the door.

Your eyes widened at the sight that greeted you “oh fuck.” you mumbled as you pointed your shotgun at the infected in front of you, shooting it.

Ellie shot up in the bed when she heard a loud gunshot, she looked down noticing that your side of the bed was empty.

“y/n?!” she called out, hoping that you were in the apartment and the gunshot was just apart of her dream but she heard no response.

Her heart started racing in her chest and her hands started shaking when she started putting her shoes on, another gunshot echoing through the streets making Ellie even more nervous.

The thought of you being in danger made her anxious.

She grabbed a flannel putting it on while she ran towards her rifle, grabbing it she left the apartment quickly, racing down the stairs she ran out on the streets, looking around “y/n!” she yelled out.

The rain poured down the sky, thunder crashed loudly as Ellie noticed a door of one of the stores was wide open.

She ran towards it, her heart pounded in her chest, she was scared that she would find you too late, she was scared that you were injured or worse.

She ran inside to find you laying on the floor, struggling against a clicker that was trying to bite your face off.

She aimed her rifle at the clickers head and shot it twice, startling you.

She walked towards you and threw the clicker off you, looking down on you in anger.

“fuck..” you mumbled, sitting up you leaned against the counter “it almost got me.”

Ellie looked around, noticing that there were a few dead clickers laying around but the last one seemed to have overpowered you.

“what the hell y/n?!” Ellie exclaimed angrily, she was mad, you almost got yourself killed for nothing.

She didn't even want to think about how she would feel if she walked inside to find you dead.

“what were you thinking?”

You looked up at her in surprise when she raised her voice at you, the angry expression on her face made you feel nervous for some reason.

“I-I wasn't-”

“that’s the problem! you weren't thinking y/n!” she yelled at you, shaking her head “you never do!”

“Ellie I-I’m sorry, that was stupid of me.” you mumbled, getting up to face her, she looked so mad right now you didn't know if saying anything was a good idea.

“you’re right it was stupid.” she stated, looking at you in anger, her breathing was heavy.

“don’t ever do that again.” she mumbled angrily, glaring at you.

You didn't get why she was so mad, it’s not like she cared about you.

“I won’t.” you mumbled, bending down to pick up your shotgun you walked past her and walked inside the the room you were planning on checking out before the infected almost attacked you.

Ellie breathed out in relief, putting a hand on her chest, she tried to calm herself down, she was so angry at you for putting yourself in danger like that.

She wasn't in the mood to look for supplies right now so she stayed back and waited for you.

You came back a few minutes later, disappointment written all over your face.

“there’s nothing.” you mumbled as you went to leave the store.

Ellie scoffed, shaking her head as she followed you out.

“so you almost got yourself killed for nothing huh?” she grumbled.

You turned around to face her, getting annoyed at her.

“I wanted to make myself useful and look for something rather than sitting around, doing nothing!” you told her.

“yeah you would've been very useful if you were dead right now.” she chuckled humorlessly.

“I am not dead though.” you said, rolling your eyes “thanks to you.” you mumbled.

Ellie’s eyes widened in surprise at your words. You never gave in to her and usually you’d never admit that Ellie saved you, even if she clearly did so it was definitely a surprise to hear that from you.

“and why do you even care?” you muttered, looking at her with a frown on your face.

She hated you, so why was she so angry at you for almost dying?

Ellie’s stayed quiet as she stared at your face, not answering your question.

“well?” you asked, waiting for an answer.

She sighed before she tried moving past you but you stepped in front of her, stopping her from leaving.

She rolled her eyes and looked down, avoiding looking into your eyes.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt and i don’t want you to die y/n.” she mumbled before she walked past you, back into the apartment.

You turned around and watched her leave, you were surprised at her words.

Two weeks have passed since that incident at the store and you finally made it to Texas. Under different circumstances it would've taken you a day or two to get there from Jackson but most roads where blocked, so you had to take many backroads. You ran into way too many infected and some groups of people causing you to have a few close calls. The past two weeks have been hard on you and Ellie, you were both covered in bruises and new scars from all the fighting but you had each other’s backs and fought together against any threat that came your way.

You kept each other alive, you would’ve never thought you and Ellie could work well together but here you were, you had to admit you were a good team.

Things were becoming less tense and awkward between you and you were glad about it, you didn’t have the energy to bicker with her while facing one threat after the other.

You kept thinking back to waking up in Ellie’s arms, you thought it was an accident and it wouldn’t happen again but then you woke up in her arms again a few days after that and a third time a few days ago when you were forced to share the bed in an old motel room. You knew that she knew but you both acted like nothing happened, it was an accident, you didn’t mean to cuddle her, it just happened.

Looking at the map, you noticed you were getting closer to your main destination, which was in Austin. You noticed there were two places marked up in that area but the other one wasn't there before when Maria showed you the map, Joel must've marked it up when he was showing Ellie something on the map.

“hey, what’s that second location?” you asked Ellie, glancing at her you noticed how tired she looked.

“huh?”

“what’s th- are you okay?” you asked, worriedly.

She looked at you and nodded.

“no, you're not.” you stated, you could see the dark circles under her eyes and how her eyes almost shut, she was tired.

To be fair, you both didn't get much sleep the past few days, you always ran into trouble and didn't manage to find a place to rest at.

“you should let me drive.” you said, you were tired too but not as much as she was, she looked exhausted.

“it’s fine y/n.” she mumbled.

“no, stop the car.” you ordered, looking at her with a stern expression on your face.

“y/n-

“stop the car, Ellie.”

She mumbled something under her breath, before she stopped the car. Glaring at you before she got out walking around the car.

You moved over to the driver’s seat as she got into the passenger seat, shutting the door, she looked at you in annoyance, waiting for you to start driving.

“put your seatbelt on.” you smirked at her.

She glared at you, “are you serious right now?” she scoffed.

“yup.”

She rolled her eyes before doing what you told her to do.

“happy?”

“very.” you smirked when you finally started to drive.

Shaking her head, she leaned back in her seat and grabbed the map, looking at it, she remembered you asked her about the second location.

“it’s Joel’s house.” she told you, looking over at you she noted the confused expression on your face “the second location.” she added.

Realization dawned on you, he told you about his house in Texas, he told you that Tommy went there and apparently it’s still as it was when they left.

“oh alright.”

“if everything goes well we should be there soon I think.” Ellie said.

“okay.”

After two more hours of driving, you successfully made it to Joel’s house, you parked the car in the driveway and got out of the car. You grabbed your backpack and your shotgun from the back of the car and watched Ellie who was looking for something in her backpack.

Her brows furrowed in concentration when she was rummaging through her backpack.

You looked around, noting how quiet and peaceful the area looked, you hoped no one was around here but you doubted you’d run into any people here, especially around this time, it was getting dark out now.

“ah there.” she mumbled when she picked out the keys.

Walking over to the front door she used the key to unlock the door before she walked inside, you went in after her and closed the door.

After you made sure no infected got into the house, you lit a few candles before you sat down on the couch and sighed at the feeling of the soft cushion beneath you.

It’s been a while since you sat or laid down anywhere comfortable.

Ellie sat down next to you and leaned back.

“what now?” Ellie mumbled.

“uhh i don’t know.” you shrugged, you should probably eat something but you weren’t really hungry but you remembered something you had in your backpack.

You bend down and started looking through your backpack.

Ellie watched you in curiosity, wondering what you were looking for. Her eyes widened in excitement when she saw you pulled out a whiskey bottle that you found a few days ago.

“care for a drink?” you asked, smirking at her.

“hell yeah.” she said, getting up she went into the kitchen to grab two glasses.

She held them out for you, as you poured the whiskey inside. You could feel her eyes on you but you didn’t dare to look up at her.

Ellie couldn’t help but stare at you, she didn’t know what it was about you but it was getting harder everyday to resist you. Not that you even wanted her. She hated herself for thinking about you this way. She swore to herself that she wouldn’t fall deeper into this hopeless situation of her longing for you but there was no way not to.

Snapping herself out of her thoughts she handed you your glass before she sat down again, taking a sip of her drink.

“we should sleep in tomorrow before we head out.” you said, looking over at her you eyed her arms, you always admired her muscles.

You always thought you were jealous of her for having them but now you realized you weren’t and those thoughts and feelings went into a completely different direction.

‘how haven’t i noticed how hot she actually is?’ you thought to yourself.

“yeah, we should.” Ellie nodded, glancing at you, she noticed the way you stared at her.

“yeah..” you mumbled, biting down on your lip.

Ellie looked away, hiding her smirk.

Your eyes widened when you realized what you were thinking about, the fact that Ellie catched you checking her out left you feeling flustered.

Downing your drink in one go, you poured yourself another, causing Ellie to chuckle.

“you okay there y/n?” she chuckled.

“hmm? y-yeah s-sure.” you stuttered, as you have her a small smile.

You stayed quiet for a while after that and just enjoyed the silence until Ellie spoke up again.

“you’re not that bad you know?” she told you.

You chuckled as looked at her “well thank you.” you snorted, shaking your head “you’re not that bad either.”

Ellie smiled slightly, “we went from enemies to uh friends?” she asked, shyly.

Your eyes widened, you never thought Ellie would ever call you her friend but you weren’t complaining.

Nodding “friends.” you smiled at her.

“enemies... is that we were?” you asked her, looking at her in curiosity “I mean.. enemies are on opposite teams and they try to kill each other at least five times.” you chuckled.

“yeah and then they fall in love.” Ellie blurted out, her eyes widened when she realized what she said, she wanted to slap herself.

You fought the smile that started appearing on your face when you noticed how flustered she looked.

“yeah.” you said, taking a sip from your drink.

You talked for a while longer before you both decided it was time to catch up on some sleep, you just didn't discuss where you would sleep.

There were two bedrooms up there, you knew one belonged to Joel’s daughter Sarah and there was no way that either of you would sleep in there, you wouldn't even step foot into that room, you felt like you had no right to invade that privacy.

So there were only two options, Joel’s bedroom or the couch in the living room.

“so..” you trailed off. “I can take the couch.”

Ellie looked at you a little sadly, or at least that's what it looked like to you.

“or we can share the bed again.” you suggested, feeling a little nervous “I mean we’ve done it before so..”

Her eyes lit up at your offer, “y-yeah.. we can do that.” she said before she got off the couch, to go upstairs.

You followed her, feeling a little nervous for some reason.

You both walked into the room and put your backpacks down before you took your shoes off.

You and Ellie laid down on the bed and looked at each other, it was dark in the room but the light from the moon was bright enough for you to see her.

“good night Ellie.” you whispered.

“good night y/n.” she whispered.

Instead of falling asleep with your backs to each other you instead fell asleep facing each other this time.

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