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kaleldobrev · 10 months

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Mutual Pining

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean and you are in love with each other, and it's obvious to everyone but the two of you

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Cursing (10x), Mutual Pining, Fluff

Authors Note: Switches between reader and Deans “POV” but still written in the third person | This came out a lot longer than I thought, but I loved the way it turned out! I hope you guys do too! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

For as long as you’ve known Dean, he has always been incredibly nice to you, which initially surprised you given his gruff exterior. Growing up, you were always told to never judge a book by its cover, and things aren’t always what they seem to be; and you had felt that this truly applied to Dean. Despite his appearance (although a very attractive one you had to admit) and his very I don’t give a fuck attitude he sometimes gave off, he was genuinely one of the nicest, funniest, charismatic, loving, and selfless people that you have ever met in your entire life. He was just someone that wanted more than anything to love someone (to be loved by someone) – and craved touch.

He was a catch in all senses of the word: he was smart, sexy, cute, he could sing (well not good, but at least he liked doing karaoke!), he could cook and bake (you were teaching him a lot about baking lately, even though he did already know a thing or two), he was handy (both when it came to cars and household maintenance), and he was a nerd (Star Wars, horror movies, Star Trek, cartoons, you name it). For as long as you had known him, it amazed you that someone hadn’t snatched him up yet. Well, you knew about some of these instances (Cassie or Lisa for example), but Dean seemed to be under the impression that the reason it never seemed to work out with these women is because of the job, or he would blame himself. “I just don’t think you found the right woman yet.” You had told him. This had earned you a weird look from Dean, and since then, you hadn’t given your two cents into his love life, despite being one of his closest confidants.

For as long as Dean has known you, you’ve always been incredibly nice to him; even when he knew he didn’t deserve it. When he had met you years ago, it took him by surprise to find out that you were a hunter given your exterior and extremely bubbling personality and positive energy that you radiated (he would later come to start calling you Sunshine as he considered you the light of his life in his ever so present and consistent cloudy days he called his life). “Just because you’re a hunter, doesn’t mean you have to be depressed all the time.” You had said to him. “But we’ve all witnessed and endured horrible things. Don’t know how you can still be so happy.” He had said back to you. You had simply shrugged stating, “You have your way of coping, and I have mine.” What Dean had initially thought that he hated about you (you being that Ray of Sunshine) had actually grown into something that he would love and appreciate about you.

Something that he always tended to carry in the back of his mind is quote that you had frequently said: Never judge a book by its cover, and things aren’t always what they seem to be; and he felt that your quote really did apply to you. Despite the type of energy that you give off, and despite your colorful array of clothing, you were genuinely one of the best hunters that he has ever met or worked with in his life.

You were a catch in all senses of the word. You were smart, cunning, funny, cute, sexy (even when you weren’t even remotely trying to be). You knew how to cook and bake (he was particularly fond of your peach and apple pies that you had made), you could sing (despite you saying how awful you were, your voice had sounded like honey to him), and you knew how to shoot a gun almost as good as him (in reality, you were probably a much better shot, but he would never admit that). It amazed him that you hadn’t settled down yet, even though he knew that was something that you had wanted to do at some point in your life. “I guess I just haven’t found the right yet guy. Just like how you haven’t found the right woman yet.” You had told him. “He’s sitting right in front of you Sunshine,” he had desperately wanted to say to you.

It was a lazy Sunday at the Bunker, and since there was no cases you had decided that you were going to do some baking today. You had promised Dean that you would him your famous peach and apple pie sometime this week, and since that was something you promised him last Tuesday, you were getting near close to almost falling through with your promise – something that you didn’t want to do, especially when it came to Dean.

Dean didn’t ask for much. So when he asked ever so politely if you could make this for him adding “no rush of course” at the end of his request, you were more than happy to oblige. This man has saved your ass more times than you could possibly count, and never asked for anything in return. So, the least you could do for the man was bake him a pie right?

Walking into the kitchen you were wearing your comfy clothes which consisted of a very faded AC/DC shirt that Dean had lent you they you had never given back (to be fair, he never asked for it back), a plain hot pink sweatshirt, black sweatpants and hot pink fuzzy socks.

Rolling up your sleeves, you walked over to the cabinet to grab everything they you would need in order to make the pie for Dean. Technically speaking, you were making the pie for everyone to enjoy, but you knew the second Dean for a whiff of the peachy and appley goodness, he would most likely hoard this (not that you had a problem with that, you were happy that he enjoyed your cooking and baking that much).

Placing your phone on the counter, you decided to play some music, picking the playlist you had rightfully named “Baking/Cooking Jams” (pun intended), so the quietness didn’t seem so eerie to you. You didn’t like the quiet at times, but you had such fond memories of singing along and dancing along to the music when you were a little girl in the kitchen with your mom or grandma.

One of the things that you appreciated, was the fact that none of the boys made fun of you while you did this (not that it would have bothered you if they did), but you half expected one of them to say something. The closest any of them had gotten to “making fun” of or commenting on your dance moves or singing had come from Dean, and his comments which very complimentary. You were so thrown off, that at first you thought he was fucking with you.

It’s been almost a week since Dean had requested you make your famous peach and apple pie, and there was a part of him that was starting to get just a tad disappointed when you hadn’t made it yet. But one of the things that was holding him together, was the fact that you always kept your promises and followed through with them (it was one of the things that he loved about you. He had asked for the pie on Tuesday, and it was now Sunday. He had wanted to re-ask you, but decided against it because he didn’t want to seem pushy and he didn’t want to bother you with what he seemed to be a silly request. “You could never bother her Dean. Trust me.” Sam had told him numerous times.

As Dean walked down the hallway of the Bunker, he could hear the quiet sounds of your music coming from the kitchen. The only reason he knew that it was your music is because he recognized the current song that was playing as a part of “Baking/Cooking Jams” playlist (pun intended). He smiled, hoping that since you were listening to this playlist it meant that you were baking something - specifically, baking the pie that you had promised him.

Dean peaked his head into the kitchen and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight before him. You were bopping your head, quietly singing along, and shaking your shoulders to the music as you were lining a tin with your homemade pie crust. You were wearing your hot pink sweatshirt (something that he loved always seeing you wear) and your fuzzy socks (another thing that he secretly loved). Wonder what’s underneath. Hope it’s one of my shirts…or nothing at all…He thought to himself. No Dean, don’t think that way.

Almost as if you could read his mind (which he knew you couldn’t do and was extremely thankful that you couldn’t) you stopped your dancing and looked at him, giving him the biggest smile you could muster up. “Hey you!” Your voice sounded so cheerful, so inviting, it practically made him melt.

“Hey Sunshine.” He said, walking into the kitchen and making his way to the island. “Whatcha making?” He asked, as if he couldn’t tell from the fresh cut apples and peaches on the counter in front of him.

“Your favorite.” You smiled, alternating between placing the peaches and apples into the pie tin. “Sorry it took so long Dean.”

Your apology surprised him. “Why are you saying sorry?” He questioned; you literally had no reason to be apologizing to him right now.

“Well, I know you asked for this Tuesday and it’s Sunday now.” Your voice that was once full of joy, was now sounding almost slightly sad and embarrassed, almost as if you were disappointed in yourself. “I swear I didn’t forget. Got a bit sidetracked with research this week.” You looked down just then, finishing up with the filling.

“Hey.” He began to say and you looked up at him. “Please don’t apologize for something like that okay?” You nodded. “Need any help?”

You shook your head. “I’m good Dean. But thanks for the offer.” You said, placing the pie into the oven.

“It’ll be ready soonish.” You gave him a smile. He could sense that you were trying to go back to your joyful voice, but you seemed still slightly upset, despite you having no reason to be.

Although you said you didn’t need the help, Dean started to gather all of the dirty dishes that you had made while you were baking. “Dean, you don’t have to do that.” You said as you watched him bring all of the dishes into the sink.

He turned the faucet on and looked at you. “It’s the least I can do Y/N.”

“I would have done it.” You walked over to the sink, picking up a dish rag and started drying the dishes he was finished washing. He looked at you briefly before letting out a small chuckle. “What?”

“Sweetheart, no you wouldn’t have. You would have left the dishes in the sink and I would have come to clean them up anyway. I know you love baking and cooking, but you hate the clean up.” You had started to open your mouth to comment, but you knew what he had said to you was the truth. Yes, you didn’t mind doing dishes, but you hated doing a large amount of dishes.

“I see Y/N finally made you your pie.” Sam said, gesturing to the giant slice of pie that Dean came walking into the War Room with.

Dean walked over with the biggest smile on his face. “It’s her best one yet.” Dean said, mouth full of pie. He sat down across from Sam who was on his laptop. “I really do think the singing and dancing helps.”

“I don’t know why you just don’t tell her.” Sam said.

“She knows I like her singing and dancing.” Dean took a mouthful of pie and Sam couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his brother.

“I mean how you feel about her.” Sam’s comment had made Dean stop chewing his pie mid bite before he gulped it down.

Dean went to open his mouth, to say something, but he couldn’t think of anything clever or snarky to say. “I’ll pass.” He decided to say.

“You’ll…pass? What does that even mean?” For as long as Sam had been around you and Dean, it seemed completely obvious to everyone that you two had feelings for each other, but for some reason, it seemed like neither of you understood that you two had feelings for each other.

“I said, I’ll pass.” Dean repeated. “What about that can’t you wrap your head around?”

“Dean, you’ve been in love with Y/N since you’ve met her. Which, honestly, is quite a record.” Sam had never seen his brother be so in love with someone before, let alone being in love with someone for as long as he had been in love with you.

“Look Sam, she doesn’t like me in the way okay? I’ve made my peace with that. Why would I tell her that I love her if she doesn’t feel the same way? Sounds very silly to me.” Dean got up from his chair and walked out of the room with this now empty plate.

You were lying down on your bed with your laptop in front of you researching. You weren’t really researching anything in particular, just random things that had peaked your interest. As you were typing away, a small knock came from the other side of your door. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s Sam.”

“Come in!” You called back, the door opening and quickly shutting just as fast. You questioned the abruptness of the door. “Everything alright?”

“Peachy.” Sam replied. He pointed to the edge of your bed. “Can I sit?” You nodded.

“Did you get to try any of the pie yet? Or did Dean finish it already?” You joked, closing your laptop.

“No, not yet. He uh, he didn’t finish it yet shockingly.” Sam’s expression looked at you more serious now. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” You smiled.

“Have you ever thought about telling Dean how you feel?” His question seemed to be coming out of nowhere.

“I…No.” You had wanted to tell Dean more than anything how you felt about him, but you knew that he didn’t feel the same way about you. “Why would I tell Dean that I love him when I know for a fact that he doesn’t feel the same way? It’s a little silly don’t you think?” Sam couldn’t help but almost let out a laugh. You two really are meant for each other. Sam thought to himself.

“But what if, there actually is a chance that he loves you too?” Sam asked.

You laughed. “Don’t you think he would have told me by now?”

“What if he’s afraid of the same thing you are?”

“Meaning…?” You weren’t completely sure of the point that Sam was trying to make to you.

“Meaning, what if he loves you too but thinks that you don’t love him back?” You furrowed your brow at Sam’s question.

“Dean afraid of telling me how he feels?” You laughed. “He doesn’t love me Sammy, trust me. I know what he looks like when he’s in love, and that ain’t the same way he looks at me.”

“Are you sure about that?” Sam challenged.

Dean and you both were laying awake at night, thinking about the comments that Sam had said to the both of you. The both of you had similar thoughts in your minds: Does Dean really love me? Does Y/N really love me? Have I been reading the signals all wrong?

“Sam wouldn’t just bring that up if he didn’t say something right?” You said quietly aloud to yourself.

“Did Y/N say something to him?” Dean said quietly aloud to himself.

“I could easily ask him.” You said.

“No, no. I can’t just ask her.” Dean said.

“Sam’s fucking with me.” You and Dean said in unison.

“No…Sam wouldn’t do that.” You rationalized with yourself.

“No, Sam wouldn’t fuck with me like that.” Dean rationalized with himself.

“He’s literally right down the fucking hall. I could just…be hypothetical?” You questioned.

“It’s three in the morning. She’s probably sleeping.” He said.

“Fuck it.” You two said in unison, both practically jumping out of your beds.

You opened your door and started making your way down the hall. As you were walking, you were trying to keep your composure despite how nervous you were in that moment. “Don’t chicken out now Y/N.” You mumbled.

“Alright. You got this. You got this.” Dean mumbled. “Don’t be a pussy now.”

Your head was down, but just up enough to catch yourself if someone else was in the hallway. As you were walking you noticed Dean coming down the hallway, he seemed nervous and you wondered why.

“Fuck I can’t do this.” You whispered and started turning around back toward your room.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice had made you stop in your tracks, making you turn back toward him.

“Hey.” You tried to make your breath even. “What are…What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replied.

“I asked you first.” You said.

“I…Wanted to talk to you.” He sounded so nervous.

“At three in the morning?” You questioned.

“Yeah I uh…You know what, this can wait till later.” He said, starting to turn back into the direction of his room.

For some reason you had found yourself running after him, like you were in some cheesy romcom that you both secretly loved. “Wait.” You grabbed his arm, and he almost spun back in your direction.

Dean looked at you before looking at your hand. It amazed him each and every time how soft they had felt whenever you touched him. God, what I’d do to feel your hands all over. He thought to himself. “What’s up?”

“Dean…” He watched you take a deep breath. You were nervous and he could tell. He had known you long enough to know what you were feeling by just your body language.

You removed your hand from his arm, and he already missed the contact. “Y/N?” He asked.

“I uh…Can we talk in your room?” You asked, and he found himself automatically nodding.

“Of course.” He gave you a smile, hoping that would comfort you in some way.

You didn’t realize how nervous you truly were until you had made your way into Dean’s room. You had been in his room numerous of times (even spending the night in here) and it always strangely gave you comfort, but not in this moment. It was one of the rare occurrences in which even the calmness his room usually gave you, ceased to help you.

Dean shut the door behind you, something that made you even more nervous. You weren’t afraid that the door was shut, a majority of the time you and him had been in your room or his room, the door was usually shut. “I can, I can leave it open if you want?” He almost questioned, gesturing toward the door.

“No. No. It’s fine.” You said. “Can I…Mind if I sit on your bed?” You asked. It felt strange asking to sit on his bed. In normal circumstances, you would have just walked into his room and just sat down, never asking if you could first. Something that you were now realizing, was that you were the only person that never had to ask if you could sit down on his bed - everyone else had to ask him.

“You know you don’t have to ask.” Dean sat down on the edge of his bed and patted the spot next to him, in which you hesitantly sat down.

Dean looked into your eyes as you sat down next to him, placing your hands on your thighs. You rubbed them up and down. It kills me to see how nervous you are. He thought to himself, so badly wanting to say it out loud to you. “Sorry. I don’t know why I’m nervous.” You let out a small, nervous chuckle. It made his heart ache.

“I’m nervous too.” He said, hoping that it would make you somehow less nervous.

“Why are you nervous?” You asked. Crap. How do I answer that? He thought to himself.

“Probably for the same reason you are.” He looked at your face, looking for some kind of hint of what you possibly could be thinking.

“I highly doubt that.” You looked away, and folded your hands as if you were back in school, patiently waiting for the teacher to give you instructions.

It started to seem very evident to Dean now, that you were either nervous because Sam was right - you did in fact love him, or you were nervous because you were trying to figure out the best way to tell him that you didn’t feel the same way that he did about you. Either way, it scared him.

“I…I thought this would be easier somehow.” You admitted, after what seemed like a forever amount of silence between the two of you.

“I feel like I friggin teenager.” Dean joked, you knew he was trying his best to lighten the mood.

“Same here.” You gave him a nervous smile. “Um…Dean…” You took a deep breath, trying to figure out the best way to tell him, while at the same time, talking yourself out of telling him. “You know you’re my best friend right?”

“You know you’re my best friend right?” There is was, the sentence that he didn’t want to hear.

“Yeah.” He said, feeling his heart quickly sinking into the pit of his stomach.

“And you know I appreciate you more than anything.” You couldn’t even look at him; he wasn’t sure if that was better or worse somehow.

He reached out for your arm, gently grabbing it. “I appreciate you too Sweetheart. And I know I don’t tell you that enough.”

“Don’t be silly. You show me plenty.” Your statement was true, he may not have realized it, but there were plenty of times when he had found himself doing things to show you how much he truly cared and appreciated you, even when he didn’t outright tell you - you were the same way. You sighed. “Dean –”

“Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that whatever you say to me, our friendship is never gonna change. I won’t hate you. I could never hate you, okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was trying to reassure you, or reassure himself in that moment.

“Here it goes then.” You took yet another deep breath.

“Fuck it.” You heard Dean mumble. Not even getting a second to react, his lips were suddenly on yours. His lips were just as soft as you had thought that they would be. Despite wanting to kiss him for as long as you had known him, you never thought that this is how your first kiss with him was going to go.

The kiss was quick, and not nearly as long as you had wanted it to be. He released his lips from yours and he stared at you blankly, almost embarrassed. “Sorry.” Dean said. “I uh…” He was actually speechless. “Shit.” He let go of your arms.

“Sammy was right.” He hears you mumble.

“What did my brother tell you?” He needed to know how badly the damage control was going to be, and how much he was going to kill his brother.

“He…He asked me if I um…If I ever thought about telling you how I feel.” So Sammy got to you too huh, Dean thought. “I told him that it would be silly of me to tell you how I felt because I knew you didn’t feel the same way.” You chuckled, nervously. “I guess…I guess I was wrong.”

“I told Sammy the same thing earlier.” He admitted. “As much as I wanted to tell you…” He trailed off, unsure of what he had wanted to say next, because there was so much he had wanted to say to you.

“You didn’t want to ruin our friendship in case I didn’t feel the same way.” You said, practically finishing his sentence for him. “I felt the same way. I mean, you know just as well as I do how hard it is to find people you can trust and rely on. I love both of you, and I didn’t want to say or do anything that would of fucked my relationship up with you guys.”

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, unsure of what was going to happen next. Just because the two of you had admitted your feelings for each other, doesn’t mean that you would actually do anything about it. As much as you had wanted to try out a relationship with Dean, you knew that he wasn’t much of the relationship type – then again, maybe it was because he hadn’t found the right person?

Dean looked over at the clock, noticing that it was almost 4:30 in the morning. He looked back over to you, almost looking too tired. “You spend the night in here with me. Or, morning in here with me.”

“And do what Dean?” You asked, curious as there could be a million things on his mind.

“Just lay here together…” He began to say, slightly pulling you in close. “Maybe cuddle…” He continued, leaning in slightly, inches away from your lips.

“Do some more kissing maybe…?” You whispered, slightly questioning. “Or are you too tired?”

“Hmmm, don’t think I’d ever be tired enough to not kiss you Sunshine.” He smiled tiredly, leaning in and kissing you again.

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roosterforme · 7 months

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Always Ever Only You Part 16 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You're convinced you and Bradley could go on the same date a million times over, and you would find something new to love about it each time. You don't want the weekend to come to an end, but at least you get to enjoy time with a favorite visitor on Sunday evening.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, smut, pregnancy discussion

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley was dressed and lounging back on the pillows with his arms tucked behind his head. You were getting ready to go out, and he was thoroughly enjoying watching you put on your red lingerie. His favorite set.

"We could just stay in," he murmured as you clasped your bra and rolled your eyes. Your face was made up and you were standing at the foot of the bed wearing barely anything at all. "We should just stay in."

You scoffed and said, "You should let Tramp out so we can leave in twenty minutes. I want to eat hot sauce with my sexy husband."

"Fine," Bradley sighed with a smile, pausing in the doorway to watch you slip your red dress over your head. The same one you wore on your first date together. The one Bradley loved you in every time you wore it. And then he walked through the kitchen to let Tramp outside. Your new French press was on the counter along with the half unpacked Amazon box that neither of you had time to get to all week. But he reached inside and pulled out one of his new notebooks and took a pen out of the drawer.

Bradley had been working late all week for various reasons. He'd missed a lot while he was deployed. Plus the Slayer and Dean court-martial was moving ahead. And also, Maverick had offered him the chance to meet some pilots fresh out of flight school with the promise that Bradley could help with some training exercises in the coming months. He was tired. Next month was his thirty-seventh birthday. He was feeling his age.

He clicked the pen in his hand and opened the notebook to the first page.

My wife does this thing, and it drives me absolutely wild. When I tell her I'm tired or point out a gray hair in my mustache or mention that I've been feeling my age, she just laughs at me. Sure, I can still run ten miles and lift weights for hours on end, but she can wear me out in an instant. Emotionally, mentally, or physically. She can say one sentence to me like, "I want to go eat hot sauce with my sexy husband," and I am emotionally tanked for the rest of the day. Because I fucking believe her. She actually does want to eat her favorite food with me. And she actually does think I'm sexy. And she's too smart, so trying to keep up with her mentally drains me every single time. And physically... Well. That's where she manages to

"You ready to go, Roo?" you asked, walking into the kitchen looking exactly like you had more than a year and a half ago when you and he were just starting to fall in love. Well, he was already half in love with you by the time that first date rolled around. And by the end of the night, he was a goner.

"What's wrong?" you asked, reaching out for his hand with a little crease between your eyebrows.

"Nothing," he rasped as his eyes dipped down to your cleavage. "Just thinking about how I don't even have to try to play it cool tonight, unlike on our first date." He leaned down and kissed your lips softly and then added, "You look fucking incredible."

"I don't care what you say, we're not staying in for the night," you whispered, running your fingers along his tattoo and pulling him in for a kiss that was clearly at odds with your words.

"Whatever you say, Sweetheart," Bradley replied. He let Tramp back inside and then walked out to the Bronco with your hand in his. And then he got to do one of his favorite things. He opened the door for you, helped you climb in, and buckled your seatbelt. But as he started to pull his right hand away from your body, you caught it and held him close.

"Hey," you whispered. "I don't have to try to play it cool tonight either."

"No?" he asked, his eyes fluttering closed as your lips met his.

"No. I love you so much," you replied. "And I would go on the same date with you a million times, because each time would be a little different, and I know I would remember them all."

Bradley could feel goosebumps on your arm, and your eyes looked a little vulnerable. Last time you and he had visited the hot sauce restaurant and the pier from your first date, it had been on your birthday. And you cried that night. A lot. Because you wanted to be pregnant, but you weren't. He briefly wondered how many other times you'd cried for that reason that he didn't even know about.

He wanted a baby. He still did. But it wasn't his top priority. He understood now how much you'd let it hurt you month after month. And it wasn't the same for him. He knew that now. And he didn't want you to feel like you were failing yourself, your relationship or him ever again. Because you weren't. You were more than enough.

"I remember every minute I've ever spent with you, Sweetheart. And I dream about it when I'm deployed. And I want to have decades of stuff to remember."

"Just keep feeding me hot sauce."

"I fucking plan on it."

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The ride up to Del Mar was beautiful. The sky faded from orange to purple as Bradley drove and sang along to his Motown playlist with his hand on your thigh. You thought about how you had a panic attack on your birthday after the negative pregnancy tests, but the memory of it didn't hurt as much now.

"What are you thinking about, Baby Girl?"

You glanced at your husband out of the corner of your eye as he parallel parked the Bronco in front of the restaurant. "Honestly?"

He met your eyes briefly as he straightened out the tires. "Yeah, honestly."

"I still want to have a baby, Roo," you said easily, this time without your heart aching. "I still think about it. But it doesn't make me upset like it used to."

He killed the engine, and coaxed you over to his lap. "Come here." When you were settled on him with your hands on his shoulders, he kissed you. "I still think about it, too. I still want it. But not at the expense of this," he added, gesturing between his body and yours before he let his big hand settle on your hip. "I don't want anything at the expense of this."

You took a deep breath and nodded. "Neither do I. And I know we agreed we can talk about this at length in a few more months, but I don't want to stop trying. And if there's still something wrong after a year, maybe we can talk to some doctors?"

"There's nothing wrong with us, okay? There's never going to be anything wrong. But if we still don't get pregnant, there are other options," he told you gently. "Like... fertility treatment or adoption agencies. But whatever we do, it's 50/50. We do it together. And I promise I'll take care of you better than I did before."

You were silent for a beat, because these were things you'd already thought about. "Yeah?"

He nodded. "I'm just saying, if we want a baby, there are other ways to make it happen. But I'm never going to stop wanting to fuck you, so don't think for a second that we're taking that off the table."

You shook with silent laughter before your giggles bubbled over. "Okay, we won't take that off the table, Roo."

He kissed your cheek and said, "Keep your pussy on the table." But he was laughing too, and you felt really good inside. His hands were heavy on your hips, and his lips were nipping at your neck. "Just let me feed you hot sauce and love you, and then we'll figure the rest out later if we even need to. I wanna give it a little more time, okay? Some more time with you off birth control. Some more time with us just being us. Like this."

"Yes," you agreed. "This is perfect. This feels good."

Now he was rubbing his mustache along your cleavage, and you knew you needed to get him inside the restaurant while you still could. "I'm hungry," you whispered.

"Me too," he agreed with a smirk.

"For dinner," you clarified with a laugh.

When you finally got him inside the restaurant, you could hear his stomach growling, so you didn't feel too bad. "Order two meals you want to try, Baby Girl," he said casually once you were seated.

You loved it when he let you do that, which was most of the time. And he always let you finish whichever one you liked better. And he never complained. You could feel his eyes on your body when you walked around to look at all the hot sauces on the shelves. Every time you glanced at him across the restaurant, he gave you a little nod or a wink. And there was no doubt in your mind that you were just as attracted to him now as you were the first time you were here.

When you brought some that you wanted to try back to your table, a brand new bottle of your favorite green sauce was sitting next to your favorite beer. "How am I supposed to deal with you, Bradley?"

"It's your favorite. And it's a tradition."

You laughed. "You bought me a whole case of 12 bottles online."

"You go through a bottler per week."

"That's actually fair."

Then your meals were delivered to the table, and you doused both of them in a rainbow of sauces and started eating. The two of you ended up sharing both meals, because you couldn't decide which one you liked better. And that one beer made you feel calm, and now Bradley's cheeks were rosy. After your conversation in the Bronco and the past week with him, you felt like all of the weight and pressure you put on yourself was easing up.

After dinner, you were laughing as he led you down the sidewalk with his arm wrapped around your waist. And you couldn't keep your hands off him either. "Why are we passing the Bronco? We should go home."

"Not yet," he whispered in your ear.

You gasped. "Are we going back to the silent disco?"

"Well," he rasped, looking at you with a wince. "Not exactly. I've been trying to get you back there for one, but they always seem to be when I'm deployed. But I had another idea. Let's walk down the pier."

You snorted. "You just want a handjob."

"Please," he replied, leading you across the street and down the pier. "Give me a little credit. I don't just want a handjob."

"Well that's good, because there are a lot of people out tonight," you whispered as he spun you around so your back was pressed against the railing and you were looking up at his face. "You're really handsome."

His cheeks were still rosy, but you thought perhaps your words had deepened the color. You ran your fingers along his scarred neck and across his cheek and into his hair. His eyes closed as he enjoyed your touch, and you studied him closely. He looked a little older than when you met him, with a few gray hairs here and there and maybe another wrinkle or two on his face. He'd been through a lot since then. He had the scars on his arm to prove it. But you didn't want to add emotional scars; he had plenty of those already. You just let him melt into your right hand as your left rested on his chest, and you looked at your diamond ring.

It was yours now, but sometimes you still thought of it as Carole Bradshaw's ring. Not in a bad way. Just as a form of recognition. It felt like an honor that you were wearing something so special. Maybe that was thanks in part to the words Bradley had read to you from his notebook. His recent thoughts and musings. But it was clear that some things were more important than others.

"I love you," he murmured, eyes still closed. "Are you ready for your newest playlist?"

"What is it?" you asked, his question pulling you back to the pier and the grin on his face.

"Just a little something I've been thinking about and finally put together." He pulled his earbuds out of his pocket and held one up for you to take. Then he tucked the other one in his own ear and kissed your nose. "It's all the songs I can remember from the silent disco. Plus what we listened to in the car that night. Oh, and a surprise track. Because I know you'll think it's funny."

Your heart swelled as you slid the earbud into place, and a few seconds later, the Cher song that played at the silent disco was on. And your heart was beating a little faster. And you couldn't stop smiling. "You really remembered all the songs we heard that night?"

Bradley shrugged. "I may have missed some. We'll add them if you remember more, okay?"

"I love this," you gasped, throwing your arms around his neck. "I love you."

He kissed your jaw and whispered, "I told you... I remember every minute I've spent with you. Or at least the way you've made me feel at any given time. Maybe the memories of some of the songs are a little hazy for me, but I remember how fucking good you made me feel that night. And how I was proud to be there with you. I still feel that way."

"Fuck, Bradley. You can't make me cry while Britney Spears is playing."

He laughed. "Okay. Let's dance then."

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It was dark out. The other people who had been enjoying the view of the ocean from the pier had dissipated. An orange glow from the scattered lampposts softly lit your face like a dream. Bradley had taken to singing all the songs to you, just to hear you laugh and sing along yourself. The random mix of pop songs and '80s ballads and romantic Motown tunes kept a smile on your face. You laughed when Hey Soul Sister played, and you threatened to text Nat. And the whole time, Bradley held you close with his hands at your hips and waist.

"Oh," he said when the music went silent. "That's the end of the playlist."

"It's over?" you asked, leaning back against the railing and looking up at him longingly. You removed your earbud and handed it back to him.

"Baby Girl, it was almost three hours long," he informed you with a laugh.

You tipped your head back and groaned. "It was perfect." Then you gasped softly as his lips found the pretty expanse of your neck and chest which were on display for him. He was sucking gently on your collarbone as you said, "I knew I was in trouble after the first time you brought me here. You were so sincere that night."

Bradley hummed against your warm skin. "I was already thinking about spending the rest of my life with you."

"No! Stop it. We had just met." Your voice sounded breathy as he drew little shapes along your dress with his thumbs, your head still tipped back.

"Didn't matter. Already knew."

Your hands slid up from his shoulders into his hair, and he nibbled along the tops of your breasts as you made the sweetest little sounds. Your nipples were tight peaks against the fabric of your dress, and when Bradley ran his lips lower to feel you, he groaned. The texture of your lace bra filled his imagination with possibilities.

You tilted your head up, and when he met your eyes, you had the audacity to look surprised. "You're hard, Roo."

He raised one eyebrow at you, just short of rolling his eyes. "Listen... when two people love each other very, very much..."

Your laughter filled him. "Oh, is that how this works? You know, that sentence can be interpreted a lot of ways."

He had to close his eyes as you gently squeezed his length through his jeans. "It's how it works with you." He huffed out a breath when you licked his ear and added, "You make me greedy. I want everything."

You hummed softly as you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Bradley glanced around to make sure you and he were truly alone as you whispered, "Then let's have everything. Even if it takes some time."

"I love that," he groaned as your cool hand dipped inside his boxer briefs and closed around him. One stroke and he was putty in your hands.

"And we'll start with the handjob that I was seriously contemplating giving you on our first date."

"Oh fuck, Sweetheart. You're too much." Bradley bucked against your belly as you ran your thumb along his balls. He'd let you go a little further with this, but then he was taking you home for the night. Just a little more. Each stroke was incredible as he kissed your lips.

But when you started asking him questions, he should have known he was in trouble. Because you always got unbridled information out of him when you put him in situations like this. "What do you want for your birthday, Roo?"

He was watching your hand pass over his tip as he grunted, "Another sexy calendar."

"That can be arranged," you said sweetly. "And how do you feel about me starting to save up some money for a first anniversary trip?"

"Do it," he growled as you rubbed at his precum with your thumb. But then he wrenched his hips away, and your eyes were transfixed on his cock as it leapt for you.

"You don't want to finish here?" you asked, your eyes moving up his body to his face as you licked him from your thumb.

After he zipped himself carefully back in his jeans, he said, "I don't want to ruin your dress, and I don't want to get arrested. Let's go home." He didn't even wait for you to respond. He just turned and picked you up for a piggy back ride back to the Bronco.

The drive home was similar to that very first date. After you kissed him while he fumbled with your seat belt trying buckle you in, he turned on another playlist before he started the engine. But this time he was driving to the house that you shared, not the apartment you used to live in with Maria. And he didn't have to leave you for the night to prove to himself that he could, and that maybe he was good enough. He was your husband now, and you had deemed him good enough for you.

Bradley's hand was gripping your thigh as he saw the craftsman down the block. As soon as he was pulling into the driveway, you were crawling toward him, and he barely had the Bronco in park before you were straddling his thighs.

"I want you in every way." That sentence was the best example of how you wore him out emotionally. It was fucking beautiful, and he could spend all night just thinking about it. But you were kissing him now, and he was already aroused again as he finally turned the key in the ignition.

"You own me." You really seemed to love that response as your lips stayed gentle on his and your hand drifted down his body to his zipper again. It was so dark outside, even in the neighborhood, but Bradley could see the question in your eyes as you pulled back a little bit. Maybe you wanted to make sure he wanted this, too. Maybe you wanted him inside you instead of anything else. He just wanted to be with you. "Anything you want, Sweetheart."

"Okay."

He shimmied his jeans and underwear down his hips, lifting you up as well with a soft laugh. Then you took his hands in yours and guided them slowly up under your dress. He was treated to the sight of you unzipping your dress and unclasping your bra and pulling them down so he could see your pretty tits and peaked nipples. But then his hands froze under your dress.

"You changed your underwear. Earlier tonight. After I left the bedroom."

Your laughter had your tits bouncing just enough to distract Bradley and lure his lips to them.

"Oh!" you gasped as he sucked on you. "I did. I know you like the red ones, but I wanted these instead. Do you know which ones they are?"

That was a ridiculous question, and you knew it. He ran his thumb up your slit and could feel the satin fabric and the fancy embroidered letters as you bucked. He sucked harder until you called out his name and braced your hands on his shoulders. You were wearing the underwear you had specially made for the honeymoon.

"Of course I know, Mrs. Bradshaw."

"You passed the test!"

Bradley tugged your panties to the side and thrust up into you in one fluid motion until he bottomed out. "That's a test I will always pass."

Your hands were scrambling around his neck as you leaned in closer and kissed him. He led your hips in a slow roll with his hands on your ass and whispered, "Just. Like. That."

You kept the pace going, already panting softly as he brought one hand back up to your tits. His other fingers trailed around your hip, and he tucked them inside the front of your panties. As soon as he brushed your clit with his knuckle, you whined for him. "Daddy."

It had been a while since he heard you call him that. And fuck if he didn't love it. But you looked almost surprised that you'd said it out loud, eyes wide as you rode him.

"I fucking love it when you call me that," he crooned as he pinched your nipple. Your pussy was already fluttering around him as you kept that perfect tempo. Bradley pressed his mouth to yours as you babbled incoherently, and it was just a lost cause as you raked your fingers through his hair. He came inside you as he kept pressing his knuckle to your clit.

"Come on, Sweetheart," he coaxed as your movements sped up and then slowed as your cries echoed inside the Bronco. Then your lips were all over his before you abruptly broke away.

Your voice was a sweet little gasp as you said, "Don't make a mess on the upholstery."

With a laugh rumbling deep in his chest, Bradley opened the door and lifted you down from the driver's seat. "Just one of the many reasons we're married."

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You and Bradley were lounging in bed on Sunday morning, and he was doing a really poor job of making you want to leave to meet Cam and Maria for brunch.

"Aren't you supposed to be golfing today?" you asked with a laugh as he pinned your wrists over your head on the pillow.

"Yep," he replied softly. "Supposed to meet Jake, Javy and Bob in less than an hour."

You sighed as his lips met the underside of your breast. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed then?"

"I'd rather go for round three and then drink champagne in the bathtub with you."

Now that did sound nice. The weekend had been so much fun. Going up to the hot sauce restaurant had been perfect. You were exhausted all over from having sex and taking Tramp on long beach walks and staying up too late watching movies last night. And Bradley finished reading his notebook to you and promised he'd start from the beginning all over again. Frankly, you could use a nap already, so you weren't really sure how Bradley was doing so well at the moment.

"I'm supposed to go to brunch," you whispered, and Bradley rolled off of you with a groan.

"I'll get side eye for a month from Maria and Cam if you don't go," he said. "So I guess I'll just go play golf."

"We can do round three later," you promised, kissing his ear as you climbed out of bed and started to get ready. "You want me to bring you back some avocado toast?" you asked with a smile.

He made a disgusted face. "You know I hate that stuff. I'll just day drink and eat protein bars like a normal person until you feed me dinner."

"If I decide to feed you dinner later."

Bradley's face looked panicked. "You have to. Please? Sweetheart," he called, springing out of bed and following you to the bathroom. "Please?"

"You're ridiculous, Bradley. Go get a pack of chicken out of the freezer, and I'll make you some Marry Me Rooster tonight."

"Thank you." He kissed you so long and so passionately, you actually felt a little dizzy when he walked out of the room. "He's ridiculous," you muttered as you pressed your fingertips to your lips.

When you finally made it to brunch fifteen minutes late, Cam was glaring at you. "Maria wouldn't let me order anything until you got here. And I'll just bet you're late because Lieutenant Commander Mustache was doing something nasty to you."

You burst into laughter as you slid into the booth next to him. "I mean... I was just helping him with his golf clubs."

"The two of you are fucking filthy," he replied, flagging down the waitress while you and Maria laughed.

Brunch with the two of them was always fun, and you were on your second mimosa when Bradley texted you.

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3: Jake wants to know if we can watch Jeremiah tonight if he can manage to get Cat to agree to go to a movie. I told him I had to check with the boss. He laughed and said he should have just texted you instead of asking me... oh wait, I think he's texting you now. Why did I even bother? And then you got a text from Jake asking very nicely if he and Cat could drop Jeremiah off later on their way to a movie. You told them both yes, and when you got home from brunch, you started to clean up the living room. You found your underwear from last night on the coffee table, and your bra was draped over the arm of the couch.

"Don't look at me like that," you told Tramp. "We were just having a good time, okay?" Then you smiled, because you knew that your pup was going to love licking crumbs off of the one year old visitor and following him around the room. "Your friend is coming over. I expect you to be well behaved."

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"He's just so fucking cute."

"Roo! Stop swearing in front of the child!"

Bradley looked up at you from all fours on the living room floor. "Isn't he too young for it to matter?" he asked in all seriousness.

You were gaping at him like he was an idiot, and he started laughing. "The last thing I need is Cat mad at me because his first word is the f-word."

Bradley rolled his eyes. "If he doesn't learn it from me, then I'm sure he'll learn it from Jake."

"Yeah, well that's Jake's problem," you muttered, ducking back into the kitchen to check on dinner.

Bradley scooped Jeremiah up and said, "You're so freaking cute. Is that better?" The little bubble of laughter he got in response was most likely a yes, so he just went with it. "Let's see here. It's almost dinner time. And then I'll bet my hot wife will read us that book about trucks that you liked so much."

"I'll read it now," you said as you walked back into the room. "Dinner is not quite ready yet."

"Hell yes, she's going to read it to us now," Bradley said as he and Jeremiah crawled across the floor to the diaper bag where the book was stashed. He unzipped it and watched the kid reach in and pull everything out including the book. "Nice work. But my knees can't take much more."

With a groan, Bradley scooped him and the book up and carried them to the couch where you were sitting with Tramp. And you looked calm and relaxed as you held the child on your lap and opened the book. Your voice was so sweet, and you were so beautiful, Bradley noticed that Jeremiah seemed more interested in you than the story at times. And it made him smile, because that was pretty much the same way he always looked at you, too.

But he was done stressing about all of it. Bradley was in love with you, and the weekend was everything he wanted. Having a kid like Jeremiah all to yourselves would be a cherry on top of an already perfect life. And if you and he were both still keen on the idea next year, there were options to be discussed at length.

Bradley let himself hope, just the tiniest bit, that maybe you and he would get lucky before then. But he wouldn't drown in that hope like he had before. And he wouldn't let that hope overshadow how great things were right now. But he wouldn't abandon it either. He laughed as he thought about how insightful his notebook entry was going to be later tonight after Jeremiah got picked up.

"Should I read it again?" you asked, looking up at Bradley.

He kissed your cheek. "At least one more time, Sweetheart. We can't get enough of your voice."

You smiled as he and Jeremiah settled in to hear the favorite story again.

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The perfect date to do over and over. Little Jeremiah is too sweet, I'm just hoping Cat and Jake are enjoying themselves, too. Just hang in there guys... Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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anxiouspotatorants · 2 months

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Actually you know what I need to rant about this: while literati is technically a good girl x bad boy dynamic it is written so incredibly well and avoids so many pitfalls and stereotypes that it makes a good girl x bad boy hater like myself (I’m only half joking — I don’t think any trope is inherently good or bad but I tend to dislike most pairings with this dynamic) fall head over heels for their story and relationship.

So much of what makes the two of them work is the contrast between how others perceive them and how they truly are. Don't get me wrong, there are plenty of people who understand who Rory is as a person (Lorelai, Lane, Paris, Richard and Emily to a certain degree for starters), but she's constantly met with the expectation that she just does good and is supposed to make everyone proud 24/7. Stars Hollow as a group especially are big on this, as seen f. ex. through how Taylor takes Rory's one comment about an inappropriate DVD and twists the whole thing into a censorship crusade and makes Rory its poster-child even though she wants nothing to do with it and tells him so repeatedly. But instead of hearing Rory disagree with him (like he would Lorelai and Luke) he assumes that she actually agrees with him - and why shouldn't she when she's the perfect sunshine paragon of good who would never disagree with her elders? Also her grandparents treat her as incredibly fragile and childlike, like she must be too innocent to ever do anything wrong and so whenever she does something it has to be somebody else's fault (usually Lorelai, but occasionally Jess or whoever else was present). Time and time again Rory is treated like something innocent and naive and weak — but not by Jess. He sees her as a person.

And it obviously goes the other way too. Jess is treated like shit by pretty much everyone else. Either people hate him unprovoked or very much provoked (he did do a lot of pranks in his first few weeks and while I'm a Dean-hater I'm not blind to how much Jess picked fights with him), or they’ve simply given up on him. He tells Rory himself that every authority figure he had back in New York gave up on him too, from teachers to principals to his very own mother. But Rory doesn’t treat him like a lost cause, she treats him like the smart, brilliant and asshole-ish teen that he is. By having faith in him she also often holds him more accountable than others. Where f. ex. Lorelai or the other adults just roll their eyes, Rory physically drags Jess into doing his shifts at the diner. While others write him off, Rory chews Jess’ ear out for not helping Luke more and for willfully making enemies out of the Stars Hollow adults.

They don't put each other on pedestals or below each other. Jess doesn’t try to make a sinner out of Rory and she doesn’t try to make a saint out of him. There’s genuine respect between them. They expect each other to have integrity and treat others with kindness and honesty, and the rest is good old chemistry and common interests.

I particularly love how in so many of their scenes (especially pre-relationship) when they spend time alone they just get to be these goofy nerdy kids. They argue about controversial authors and dig through records shops and eat hot dogs and make fun of each other and try to make each other laugh. It’s not just sexual chemistry as it too often is in a dynamic like this (and often uncomfortably sexual when writing teenagers - looking at you Gossip Girl), and not just well written intellectual chemistry — they have platonic chemistry too. A hell of a lot of it actually.

While I don’t think ASP wrote them through a purely deconstructionist lens on the good girl x bad boy dynamic (if she did plan on writing the dynamic at all), there is something to be said about how where many around them treat them like stereotypes they treat each other like people. To so many people, Rory is a perfect small town princess, a little miss sunshine with booksmarts for days but too delicate and sweet for anything with grit and weight. To a lot of the same people and many more Jess is a pathetic brutish and maniacal lost cause, hell personified in a chainsmoking leather-wearing teenager. But to each other they are actual human beings. Kind and mean and flirtatious and scared and reckless and smart. Rory really thinks that with the right motivation and mindset Jess can be the kind who does (and at the end wrote) incredible things. Jess really believes that with a little more practice and support to step out of her comfort zone she can be the amazing journalist she wishes to be.

They don’t have this stupid «we’re so bad for each other but we can’t stay away» thing that too many trope users rely on and don’t even justify in the plot. Everyone else might think they’re not fit for each other, but they knew they were each other’s person from the very first day.

#where a lot of good girl x bad boy dynamics are about opposites attracting #what draws Rory and Jess towards each other is how much they resonate with each other #the books the weight of expectations and assumptions the passion for more in life #they don't look at each other and see a sexy alien world they look at each other and see themselves #me rant because me unnecessarily passionate about this #again I don't inherently hate the good girl x bad boy dynamic #there's just so many examples of doing it badly out there #like I don't even need the dynamic to be morally good I just need it to be justified in the narrative #and to not just rely on the same old “it's so bad but it feels so good” and relying on stereotypes over actual character writing #Rory and Jess is one of the ways this dynamic is actually done right and it's because ASP doesn't dumb them down #or take the dynamic for granted just because it's popular and bound to have an audience #literati #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #jess mariano #rory x jess #gilmore girls meta #my meta #also extra because I can't contain myself

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lastchancestardomm · 15 days

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TF2 Mercs Headcanons

That's it. That's the post. A long-ass post about my headcanons for the Mercs + Miss Pauling. Just a brain splurge, if anything, so cringe warning.

Also, FYI, Miss Pauling's segment might be shorter than the rest. I admit I don't have as many ideas for her.

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Scout

~ His full name is Jeremy Elbertson-René.

~ He is 23 and 5'10.

~ He was born in Boston, Massachusetts. He grew up in the Quincy area, mainly surrounded by his seven older brothers and ma.

~ As a child, he was in little league baseball.

~ Most definitely has ADHD.

~ Most of his older brothers became unkempt once they graduated, and some of the younger ones started to smoke; to push boundaries, or something. On the Quincy street corners, they could be spotted huddled together like estranged raccoons.

~ He has a rocky relationship with his oldest brother. The two rarely saw each other. Despite all the teasing and bullying he faced for being a runt, he loves his brothers. But him and his oldest haven't talked in a long while.

~ His ma loves him like no other. The Youngest Child Syndrome is very strong with him. Nowadays, he still gets letters all the way from Boston with cheesy nicknames and hearts drawn all over them from his ma, which he loves despite how much it embarrasses him.

~ Ticklish.

~ Hopped up on caffeine, he somehow biked all the way from Quincy, Boston, to New Mexico before unceremoniously collapsing on the side of the street to take a three-day nap, just to take the job of a Mercenary. He hates mentioning this, for some reason. Is it the "collapsing on the side of the street" part?

~ He can read at about a 2nd-Grade level. Any sentence more complex than "The cat chases the bird" will look like a foreign language to him.

~ He only took the job because bashing heads in in exchange for cash sounded incredibly amusing and fun to him. Other than getting into street fights as a kid, he has no real qualifications.

~ He stims quite a lot. He wrings his hands, bounces his leg, if he has access to gum he tends to chew the whole pack at once for the texture; and as he usually has a spare baseball on hand, he'll toss into the air and catch it or bounce it against a wall.

Soldier

~ His full name is Johnathan Harold Doe. After an incident, and thanks to outside hands, he now goes under the alias Jane Doe.

~ He is 44 and 5'11.

~ He was born in South Dakota.

~ Even as a child, he was extremely patriotic for America, despite his classmates jeers. He became very familiar with the dean's office.

~ He was raised in an extremely conservative household, and was taught to tote guns at a young age.

~ Had a terrible father.

~ For his teenage years and young adulthood, he spent most of his time in military camps and other youth academies, where he has seen and done some things he'd rather forget.

~ At the height of World War 2, he had attempted to join the army, but was rejected by every branch of the U.S Military. In a burning state of defiance, he bought himself a ticket to Poland and started blasting villages his gut told him were Nazi-owned, only returning in 1949. He is now a war-criminal in all of Europe.

~ He paces often; when and when he's not talking, when he's bored, or simply to stim. At first, it was somewhat stress-inducing for the rest of the Mercs; waking up to see him marching up and down the hallway and such at night.

~ The only way he can sleep at the base is if there's a fan on. If there is not a fan on, he will lay stock-still but never sleep.

~ Has an incredible sweet tooth. The only other way to convince this stubborn man to do anything other than to exclaim it's for America, is to lure him in with candy or pastries.

~ He created his own rocket launcher. He's a tad nutty, but he can be damn smart when need be.

~ He can read, though whatever note it is must be drenched with military jargon. The same goes for his writing; broken grammar and inappropriate use of military slang.

Pyro

~ He shed his full name and goes by only Pyro.

~ He is 32 and 5'9.

~ He was born in Italy. (I got this idea from the fact Italy is in the Ring Of Fire.)

~ Pyrovision is just for shits 'n giggles. It turns his favourite activity, burning people alive, into something ridiculous and silly that makes it all the more fun and enjoyable. He is sociopathic, but hides it surprisingly well under the guise of absurdity.

~ Autistic.

~ He was raised by his Nan after both of his parents died in a fire-related incident, caused by him. He accidentally set the drapes on fire, and then sat starry-eyed as he watched the flames spread. Before he knew it, he was on the curb, watching the smoldering ruins of his home crumble to the ground.

~ Despite much of his youth being bent over a chair and getting whacked with a wooden spoon, he loves his Nan like no other, and can be spotted calling her throughout the day.

~ Similarly to Scout, this full-grown child stims often; rocking back-and-forth, bumping his knees, fiddling with his own or another Mercs fingers, flicking a lighter on and off, ect ect. He especially has a certain hatred for textures; while he loves textured rubber to naw on or bend, things such as velvet fabric or Engineer's oil rags freak him out.

~ Even more ticklish than Scout.

~ A sweets-lover through and through, but he especially loves Italian pastries. They have an aftertaste of nostalgia and actually accidentally burning them when trying to bake them with his Nan that is irresistible.

~ The wiggliest sleeper ever. It's not that he's violent, it's that he goes to bed normally and ends up on the floor turned into a human pretzel when he wakes up.

~ He can't read, preferring another Merc to read to him.

~ As a man-child to the core, immature pranks are something to look out for if you stalk around the base at night.

~ His favourite movie is The Wizard of Oz (1939).

Demoman

~ His full name is Tavish Finnegan DeGroot.

~ He's is 44 and 6'1.

~ He was born in Ullapool, Scotland.

~ He rarely saw his father when he was young. His father is practically a fable to him.

~ Monoculus and him have a co-worker relationship. It's a wonder how he manages with the voice of his haunted eye narrating his life.

~ Where most children would want to become pilots or policemen, Tav wanted to kill the Loch Ness Monster. During his time as a Mercenary, he actually managed to. It's still one of his greatest achievements, he believes.

~ Him and Miss Pauling have a pretty close relationship, bonding over going to wine tastings.

~ Tav had two sets of adoptive parents. His first adoptive parents sent him away, as they were terrified of his nack for bomb-making. His second set were accidentally blown up while he was trying to craft Loch Ness Monster-killing explosives. He's kind of ashamed about what happened to his second set.

~ He has long, dark hair that is indeed greasy, but nonetheless he has developed a habit of twirling it or running his fingers through it.

~ In 1968, when he first met the others, he was the judgiest of all of them. He was almost hostile towards them, but he came around in the end.

~ He can read and write perfectly well, though his handwriting does tend to go all over the page, even with lines.

Heavy

~ His full name is Mikhail "Misha" Orlok.

~ He is 43 and 6'7.

~ He was born in Moscow, Russia. Though, his current residence is in the Dzhugdzhur Mountains in Siberia.

~ His father was a prominent Counter-revolutionary, and a loud voice against the Soviet rule. So, in 1941, he was shot dead during a Soviet raid. Following the traumatic event, his family was traced and imprisoned in a north Siberian gulag.

~ His family was trapped there for three months, when a fire had been started by other prisoners. In the chaos, Misha led his family to safety, despite the yelling and gunfire surrounding him.

~ It took two months for his TF Industries "For Hire" letter to reach him by sled dog, and he only agreed if he was allowed to send the paycheck to his family.

~ When he had met the others for the first time, while Demoman was the judgiest; he was the most secretive. In fact, even now, most don't know his full backstory.

~ Other than Engineer, those Mercenaries who seek someone to confide to will come to Misha. He is the group's best secret-keeper, after all.

~ He has a PhD in Russian Literature, and is the second-best Mercenary at math-related subjects.

~ His favorite film is The Dirty Dozen and first 20 minutes of Rocky IV. Other than that, he doesn't watch movies. He generally prefers books.

~ He can read and write Russian perfectly, maybe a bit too grandiose, but he can do it quite well. English is where he struggles, and English documents are nearly indecipherable.

Engineer

~ His full name is Dell Conagher.

~ He is 48 and 5'6.

~ He was born in Bee Cave, Texas.

~ Most of his childhood was spent working under the hot, Texan sun on his father's oil fields. Sometimes, he would manage to con his friends into helping him with the hard labor.

~ He was a troublemaker as a child and frighteningly creative, but he thankfully mellowed out as he got older. Dell has seen and done some crazy, mad, and downright absurd things in his youth.

~ He has Ophidiophobia; a fear of snakes.

~ Dell's father is the TFC Engineer, Fred.

~ He has 11 PhDs, and cut off his right hand to use the Gunslinger.

~ His mother and father loved him as a kid, despite his father being gone often for work and such. On the weekends, though, he'd get a heartfelt letter from his dad.

~ While he himself doesn't consider it a stim, Dell has a tendency to rearrange things to occupy himself. Ranging from simply moving something to another shelf, to completely flipping his workshop upside-down.

~ When he was twelve years old, him and his friends were dicking around at an old ranch. His comeuppance for the tomfoolery? Getting kicked by a horse, right in the jaw. He's a proud Texan, and will gladly jump onto a horse rodeo-style, he will look just a tad uneasy.

~ While another Mercenary is the designated "Mother-figure" to the rest, Engi is the designated "Father-figure" to them.

~ A teacher's pet. He was "A pleasure to have in class", despite attempting to teach the much younger kids, whom couldn't understand, calculus and possibly mouthing-off a teacher once or twice.

Medic

~ His full name is Ludwig Humböldt.

~ He is 45 and 6'0.

~ He was born in Rottenburg, Germany.

~ He is Jewish.

~ He came from a long line of both doctors and chemists, and the bulk of his medical knowledge came from reading his father's books.

~ While his mother and father loved him, though possibly weighing him down with high expectations, his classmates were the worst.

~ He was a crybaby and easy to annoy, which made him the target of many of his classmates pranks and jeers. It didn't help he had both glasses and braces, and was somewhat baby-faced in highschool.

~ From pails of water being dumped on his head, to having his things tarnished; he hated school in his youth. Still, he managed to scrape by, and successfully earned his medical license.

~ He ran a pharmacy for a while in Stuttgart, at least until Nazi soldiers had raided the establishment and taken him to unwillingly join the Nazi armadda.

~ During his time as a Nazi field medic, his sanity decreased substantially. At the end of the war, he retreated to Stuttgart. Between the end of the war and losing his medical license due to stealing a man's skeleton, he came in possession of some Prime Minister's wedding doves; giving him Archimedes and the rest of his dovery. He was going to preform experiments on them, but the birds somehow won his heart.

~ We all are familiar with Archimedes, his beloved second-in-command, but he has ten total doves. Euclid, the food-stealer; Eratosthenes, a talkative, perky one; Hippocrates, a charmingly dopey thing; Aristotle, flouncing about and prone to bullying the other doves; Thales, a kleptomaniac; Eudoxes, blind and as Archimedes is to Medic, Eudoxes is to Demoman; Galen, mischievous and a trouble-maker; Socrates, likely the eldest and loves cozying up in one's shirt; and Xenophanes, who is noisy, demanding, and prone to scratching and biting.

~ He's the designated "Mother-figure" to the Mercenaries; who'll heal their injuries and not mock them for whatever crazy or embarrassing way they got said injury. God, they drive him up the wall sometimes, but something's holding him back from snapping (most likely the fondness he has for the others, but don't tell him that; like Spy, he's trying to keep it a co-worker relationship).

Sniper

~ His full name is Michael "Mick"/"Mickey" Mundy. But his name also is Mun-Dee.

~ He is 27 and 6'1.

~ He was born in Dunedin, New Zealand– which is underwater, of course.

~ He spent his childhood in Adelaide, Australia; where he was picked on by other kids.

~ Plenty of jeers were thrown his way, by both adults and children, as he grew up. Everything from "beanpole" to his very own nickname of "Mick-Stick" he had memorized.

~ Most of his youth he spent high in trees, away from his bullies and teachers and other adults who would no doubt spit in his face and step on his achievements. As he got older, with pinpoint precision, he made rocks and sticks rain from the sky and onto his tormenters as their comeuppance.

~ His adoptive parents loved him, of course; and he loved them back, but they did not care for his blossoming profession. His father did actually teach him how to hunt, though, which probably didn't help.

~ As a teen, he took up a small gig as an animal exterminator. As a novice exterminator, he had faced giga-sized crocodiles and kangaroos twice his height. He'd stab mothballs onto the points of his arrows, and launch them into parks overrun by spiders and their webs. He'd pull gluttonous, bitey fish out of lakes with his bare hands. It was definitely much more fun than his current "extermination" gig.

~ He has a peculiar ability to crash like a wreck anywhere; simply getting too comfy leaning against a wall could cause him to start snoozing. On the other hand, any small noise will startle him awake, and prevent him from falling back to sleep for the next few hours.

~ The amber-tinted sunglasses he's iconic for actually are his dad's, which he keeps and continues to wear for sentimental reasons.

~ Every few years, the zit-faced mail boy brings him an algae-covered glass bottle with a wet letter inside, always starting with "My dearest son...". He always throws out the letters, because he knows what they contain isn't sincere.

Spy

~ His full name is Jacques bon René.

~ He is 43 and 5'11.

~ He was born in Marseille, France.

~ For a rather large portion of his life, he was a foster kid.

~ Most of his childhood was spent on trains going all around France, with a service worker holding his hand until they reached their desired destination. He doesn't remember how many homes, or other miscellaneous places, he has been to.

~ He used to be a prolific bookworm, and at each house he moved to, he would always be seen tucked away somewhere with his nose in a book. As his job became more intertwined with his life, though, downtime to pick up a book became scarce.

~ Adding onto that, he is one of the best to go to for book recommendations. While many of his most common recommendations are French literatures, he has read a fair few English books he can lend over.

~ He had to have been around sixteen or seventeen when he had ran away from what would become his final "real" home. All he can really recall is a rude exchange of words, and himself storming off in a huff; never to be seen again.

~ He's... kind of made a vow to himself to never rejoin society again. He doesn't exist, and he pretends to like it that way. So, having a son frightened him; and he ran away, fulfilling other contracts until he either died or forgot about it. Neither happened. So each time he sees Scout, there's still some lingering guilt.

~ Medic is not the only Mercenary in ownership of a feathered companion; as Spy owns a very spoiled, somewhat creepy raven known as Sophocles. The black bird stalks around his owner's smoking room like a shadow, but retreats to a golden cage to sleep in at night.

Miss Pauling

~ Her full name is Faith Pauling.

~ She's 22 and 5'8.

~ She was born in Bristol, England.

~ Ever since arriving in the States, she's managed to hide her accent very well. Only a few who've either caught her early in the morning, or are the Mercenaries, have heard her real voice.

~ Lots of her childhood is completely voided in her memory, and with how busy she's kept by The Administrator– her life, to her, is first being born and then working under The Administrator. She hardly has a minute in her schedule to think about her past, and I don't believe she'd care about it if she did.

~ She's forgotten her past for good reason, as it wasn't the prettiest or kindest childhood one could have.

~ For brevity's sake, we can just say that she was shipped off to The Administrator's at twelve years old for her own family's greedy ideals.

~ Lesbian (I can't stop thinking about the moment in the comics where she foregoes joining Scout in getting to safety just to oggle at naked Zhanna).

~ Miss Pauling no longer has any official personal records. She legally doesn't exist nor is remembered by anyone who has once known her; similarly to Spy.

~ She has a variety of small ways to keep herself occupied; fiddling with a pen, whistling or making clicking sounds, tenting her thumbs, and notably, organizing things. Unlike Engineer, she simply tidies things up to pass the time rather than fully rearrange a room.

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grandeoatmilklatte · 3 months

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Fire in the Frat House (Modern College AU Ominis Gaunt x F!MC) 🔥

Another mood board challenge from my wonderful friend @ellivenollivander . She sent me another mood board to base a fic off of, with this one being Ominis themed. So I decided to revisit my modern college AU Frat boy Ominis.

Tagging @little-emerald-snake cause you were excited when I posted the snippet to this one! Apologies it's not hella spicy but I have some spicy Ominis on the way!

Warnings: Mostly fluff, but with a brief moment of dry hump!ng || characters are in college and over 18.

Word Count: 1.9k

The girl groaned as the webpage loaded, displaying a measly 70% on the essay she had submitted last week, the one that had taken her hours of research to complete. 3 months into it, and her first semester wasn’t turning out to be the fun experience she thought it was going to be. Granted, she knew there was more to college than parties, but she also didn’t think her classes would be this difficult, especially having done so well in high school.

Right now, there were only two things bringing her joy in her freshman life. The first thing being her Sorority - her sisters being some of the best people she had met in her time in college so far. Although the Sorority president, Imelda Reyes, absolutely hated her, she mostly left her alone. The second thing was her relationship with sophomore, popular boy, and campus Fraternity’s president - Ominis Gaunt.

On the surface, Ominis seemed like the most stereotypical hot, rich, Frat boy - His family donated tons of money to the university over the years, and were friends with the Dean’s family. All of the male Gaunts had attended the school, and they all served as Fraternity president the entire time they were in attendance. Everyone respected Ominis and his social status. Nobody dared to cross him, or even think about making fun of his blindness, which he had since birth. All the boys wanted to be his friend, and all the girls wanted to be his girlfriend (hence Imelda’s hatred).

Being Ominis Gaunt came with a lot of power, and being Ominis Gaunt’s girlfriend came with a power of its own. She met him on a Friday after her first week, was in his bed by Saturday, and was in the Sorority by Monday. There was no bullying or freshman hazing for her with Ominis on her arm.

Despite the quickness at which their relationship developed, they were very happy. Ominis was an amazing boyfriend - never afraid to show her off, and being supportive during her first semester of college. Of course there were some things he could not prepare her for, and this crappy grade was one of those things. The girl slammed her laptop shut, grabbed her jacket, and left the Sorority house.

She walked the short distance from the Sorority house to the Frat house, where she let herself inside with her key; another perk of being Ominis Gaunt’s girlfriend. As she passed the kitchen, she found Garreth Weasley, her friend from high school, raiding the fridge.

She shot Garreth a smile before she made her way upstairs to Ominis’s room, which she found empty. She knew he had a big exam today, so this wasn’t surprising. Between this exam and her essay, the couple had barely seen each other the past few days. She tossed herself on his bed, which was dressed with emerald green satin sheets, and waited, eventually dozing off.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep for, but she was violently awoken when she heard the sound of Ominis’s room door slamming shut. She sat up to see her boyfriend tossing his school bag on the floor in frustration.

“Babe, are you okay?”

Ominis looked up in the direction of her voice, seemingly having not noticed she was there. “Oh, darling! I didn’t realize you were here. I…I didn’t do so great on that exam.” There was sadness in his voice. Despite Ominis’s status, he was incredibly smart and took his studies very seriously, so not doing well on an exam was not easy for him.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry!” She threw her arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. “If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t do well on my essay either. Why don’t we do something fun tonight, to get our minds off our terrible day!”

Ominis pulled back, a smile now gracing his beautiful face. “That sounds like a wonderful idea, my dear! Let me take a shower and then we can plan our evening.”

She looked on as Ominis began to strip down, fighting the urge to pounce on him right then and there. Her eyes studied his body as he undressed - his toned arms, fit stomach, the trail of dark blonde hair below his belly button, lower.

She shook her head to pull herself out of her inappropriate thoughts, grateful that he couldn’t see the way she was ogling him as he wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the room. Not wanting to wait around in his bedroom, she headed downstairs, where she found Garreth in the common area, devouring a bowl of pasta.

“Is everything alright? I saw Gaunt seemed pretty upset when he got here.” he asked with a mouth full of food.

She rolled her eyes at Garreth’s terrible manners, and went on to explain the horrible day they both had. As she spoke, Garreth continued to eat his spaghetti, and it gave her an idea.

“That really sucks!” Garreth said through another mouthful of food. “A few of us guys are going to the movies tonight, and then we’re going to get some beers. I know Ominis can’t actually see the movie, but he likes to listen to them. You’re welcome to tag along!”

“Thanks for the offer, Weasley but we’ll pass. We have plans tonight anyway!”

“Well, make sure nobody catches you here after 10. You know you’re not allowed to be here after 10!” Garreth said the last bit in a mocking tone while she laughed, knowing full well that Ominis never followed that rule.

When she made her way back upstairs, she found Ominis getting dressed. She once again ogled him as he put on a satin black button-down, which he paired with black skinny jeans. He paused for a moment before chuckling.

“You know, I can feel you staring at me again.”

She let out a bashful laugh. “Sorry baby, I can’t help it, you’re just so pretty to look at.”

Ominis smiled. “Heard that a few of the guys were going out to a movie. Figured we could go and then I can take you to dinner afterwards.”

“Actually, I thought maybe we could stay in. We’ve got the entire house to ourselves after all! I thought I could cook us some dinner!”

She didn’t have much skill when it came to cooking, the roles of house chefs belonging to Garreth and a girl named Poppy in her house, but she was eager to do something fun for Ominis, and she hoped it would take both their minds off their bad day.

“Oh darling, that would be lovely!”

–

It was not lovely. Twenty minutes in and she had already shattered a bowl, dropped raw chicken on the floor, and spilled pasta sauce on herself. Despite the chaos she declined help, Ominis having shouted “Darling, are you alright? Do you need any help?” three times in the short time she had been in the kitchen.

Her luck began to turn around, or so she thought, when she successfully had two chicken breasts cooking nicely on the stove. She then turned her attention to a pot she had filled with water that was starting to boil. She grabbed a handful of spaghetti, not bothering to measure if it was an appropriate amount for two people, and tossed it into the water. Figuring she had some time before she’d need to return to her pasta, she headed over to the common area to find Ominis on the couch.

“How’s it going, my beautiful chef?”

“It’s FINALLY going alright!” she giggled as she straddled his lap, her arms coming up around his neck.

“I’m so glad. I can’t wait to taste what you’ve got cooking for us!” Ominis placed his arms on her back, pulling her against his chest as his lips found hers. Their tongues danced, and after a few seconds, her hips started moving, grinding against his lap. She began to moan softly against his lips as Ominis’s hands shot up her skirt, taking hold of her ass. He guided her as she grinded her center against the growing bulge in his pants.

Her hands moved from Ominis’s neck to his chest as she began to open the buttons on his shirt when he abruptly pulled away from her lips, sniffing the air around him. “Darling, do you smell that? It smells like - “

“Oh shit!” She shouted as she jumped off of her boyfriend’s lap, running to the kitchen. The fire alarm began to blare as she was met with the sight of her dry spaghetti on fire. She began to panic, frantically opening cabinets until she found the pot’s lid, slamming the lid on to the pot, forcing the flames to smother. It took the pair several minutes to free the room of smoke, the girl bursting into tears once they had finished.

“I’m so sorry Ominis! I just wanted to do something nice for us after the horrible day we had. I’m so sorry I ruined dinner and made things worse!”

Ominis planted a kiss on her forehead before pulling his sobbing girlfriend into his arms. “Nonsense darling, the effort alone was more than enough. No matter how bad my day is, once I’m with you, it all fades away. I love you, sweetheart! It’s okay! I promise. We can always order a pizza.”

“I feel the same way. You make even the worst days amazing.” She sniffled. “I love you, Ominis.”

–

One hour and one pizza pie later, the couple was snuggled on the couch watching tv. Drowsiness began to overtake the girl, as she let out a yawn.

“Do you mind if I hop in your shower? I’m getting sleepy.”

“Of course. Just give me a moment!”

Without another word, Ominis walked off, walking stick in hand, leaving her on the couch. She thought nothing of it, figuring he just wanted to use the bathroom, or perhaps clean it up before she went in; that is until she heard Ominis calling her name from the bathroom upstairs.

She pulled open the bathroom door to find a bubble bath waiting for her, the smell of lavender and roses wafting through the air, and Ominis already in the tub.

“Ominis!” she exclaimed, the sweet gesture almost making her cry.

“Get in darling, before the water gets cold! And before the rest of the guys get back.”

She was about to undress when she was hit with another, less dangerous idea than her last one. She left the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a bottle of wine and a carton of strawberries.

The couple soaked in their bath, playing with the bubbles, drinking the wine straight from the bottle, and feeding each other strawberries. As Ominis began to massage shampoo into his girlfriend’s scalp, she reminisced about the terrible day she had, and how it turned around so quickly thanks to Ominis. She was so grateful for him and she found herself falling deeper and deeper in love with him with each passing day. Ominis felt the same, wondering to himself what he would do without her in his life. He loved her more than anything else in the world.

They finished in the bath just in time to hear the sound of the boys returning home. Not wanting to hear their complaints of “why are you allowed to have a girl here after hours and we can’t?”, Ominis quickly brought her back to his bedroom, where they got ready to call it a night.

After changing into one of his oversized shirts and nothing else, she joined him in bed, nuzzling into him as he wrapped his arms around her. As they snuggled, Ominis forgot about the exam he failed, and she forgot about the paper she bombed. They both just focused on each other’s breathing until they drifted off to sleep.

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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To You

pairing; joshua hong x lee seokmin (dk) x afab reader

genre; smut (minor dni), fluff, angst

warnings; college au, med student!shua, art student!seokmin, art student!reader, poly relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job (briefly), masturbation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, pet names (peanut, baby, darling), hand on the throat, creampie, breast play, some mild mlm (there is more mention of this in the bonus headcanons so if you don't want this skip the very end but it is mild -- but this a poly relationship so), mention of joshua being a sugar daddy, food and drink, pining, mild jealousy, negotiation of a relationship, teasing, the reader is written to be smaller than joshua and seokmin -- hence the nickname of peanut

w/c; 15 k and some change

requested; no

a/n; this took me a while to write. there were a lot of plot points I wanted to get out and then the plot kept building. I really do hope you enjoy it. this poly relationship really became important to me over the couple weeks of writing it. i really like the pairing of shua and dk.

“Okay, so what is the similarity between transcription and DNA replication?”

You tap your pencil against the table, your eyes watching Seokmin as he sighs, leaning his head back. You knew that he knew the answer, he was just struggling to put all the pieces together in his head to come up with the right answer.

Lee Seokmin was a very smart man, he excelled in the classes that were focused on his major but when it came to those that were required for graduation, that is where he fell short. This is also how the two of you had become so close. You shared the same major, deciding to pursue a degree in Art but you didn’t seem to struggle in the mundane classes like math, biology, or English like Seokmin did.

“They both require a polymerase.”

You only smile at the voice but Seokmin looks up with a half smile rolling his eyes at the man who leans down to press a kiss to your cheek from behind. Joshua Hong, the very epitome of perfection. A pre-med student, on the Dean’s list, from a wealthy family, and your boyfriend.

“I knew that. They both require a poly…uh poly meringue.”

Joshua laughs against your cheek at Seokmin’s words before standing back to his full height. “Merase, but pretty close. How long have you two been at it?” His large hands work into your shoulders making you instantly relax in your chair. He seemed to know exactly the right words, and how to touch you to make you melt.

You had met Joshua in an Art History class, he had been taking it for an elective after putting off signing up for one until the last moment. What he had first thought was his misfortune and what could have been an incredibly boring class turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to him. You had smiled at him that first day, the seat to your right had been open and Joshua couldn’t help but introduce himself.

Now a year later, he couldn’t see himself with anyone else despite being the most sought-after man on campus. Many had been confused by his choice at first, you weren’t his usual type. You weren’t popular by most standards. You dressed in boring clothes, you were quiet, kept to yourself, a bit of a nerd, but Joshua seemed to see past all of that.

To say that you hadn’t changed after you met him would be a lie. Your wardrobe was much different, you had shifted your personality slightly to be more personable but in the end, you were happy. You had lots of friends, even if not all of them were the type of people you wanted to be around. Most of all you had Joshua and now you had your best friend Seokmin, who reminded you so much of how you used to be.

Seokmin refused to change. He was what most people called “emo”. He wore dark clothes, kept mostly to himself, headphones on, and his face in his sketchbook, but when he was around you he would open up. He was what you were before you let everything change, and you were proud of him and proud to call him your friend.

“Mm, three hours I think.” You smile at Seokmin, his eyes moving over your face, finally falling to Joshua’s hands on your shoulders before he looks away to give you a bit of space. “But, Seokmin is going to ace this test. I can feel it.”

Seokmin scoffs, leaning his head back against the back of the chair. You had so much faith in him and he adored you for it. He adored you for many reasons and most he couldn’t act on. You weren’t his, you never would be. How could he compete with Mr. Perfect? Even if he wanted to hate Joshua, he couldn’t. There was nothing to hate beyond the fact that Joshua had what he wanted.

“Yeah, we’ll see. I manage to fuck up a lot of things, Peanut.”

Joshua smirks a bit at the nickname Seokmin calls you. He knew it was innocent, something as simple as you being smaller than Seokmin but Joshua still found it amusing. Not every best friend had a pet name for each other. “I’m sure you will do just fine, Seokmin. You and Y/N have been working very hard.”

You smile, gesturing back towards Joshua as if to say ‘I told you so’ to Seokmin who just laughs and shrugs. Joshua laughs, shaking his head, his hand moving to slide along the side of your face as he leans down to tilt your head up so he could kiss you gently.

“I’ll see you later, Darling. Dinner at my place?”

Humming out an affirming response, you smile on his lips. Joshua grins against them, stepping back to give a nod and wave to Seokmin before leaving you and him alone once again. Seokmin sighs softly watching you with Joshua, the way you react to him. What he wouldn’t give to leave you breathless like that just once.

“So, poly meringue.”

Laughing, you shake your head at Seokmin, your pencil slipping off your fingers to fly in his direction causing him to laugh in return. “Polymerase, an enzyme.” You can’t help but feel your chest tighten at the sight of how handsome Seokmin is when he smiles so brightly for you. The way his eyes pull at the corners, his bright teeth on display. He never smiled like that for others. He was so timid, closed off.

“Right, right. Not a dessert. I’ll remember that one now.”

Several hours later you found yourself in Joshua Hong’s apartment. Not many were as lucky as him to have their own, especially not having to share. He had asked you to move in with him several times and each time you had declined telling him that you didn’t want to crowd him. Though in truth you were just afraid of what it would mean if you made that decision.

You did love being there with him. Not having to worry about all the noise of your shared apartment, though you didn’t mind your roommates, even if they could be a bit much at times. Yet you found yourself spending many nights with your boyfriend only to have him remind you that you didn’t have to leave.

“Did you enjoy dinner?” Joshua smiles as you sigh happily, your head resting on his lap while the two of you rest on his couch. His fingers lazily move through your hair, his eyes seeming to drink in every inch of you that he could see.

Smiling, you meet his eyes only to look away feeling a bit shy even after all this time. “Yeah, it was really good. I still don’t believe you made it, that seems fake even for you Shua.” He had made some sort of smoked salmon dish with vegetables on the side. Everything about it had been delicious, to the point that you had asked it multiple times which restaurant he had ordered it from.

“Scout's honor, I cooked it. I called my mom for pointers. I’m really glad you liked it, darling. Did the study session with Seokmin go well? I could tell he was struggling.”

You loved that there never seemed to be any jealousy from Joshua when it came to Seokmin. Most men would be furious about their girlfriend having a male best friend but Joshua was completely supportive. He pushed you to hang out with him telling you that, ‘friends were important’ and ‘that he wanted you to be happy. Your happiness was the most important thing to him.

“It went pretty well. I think he’s just too much in his head. Something is on his mind, but he isn’t telling me what it is. I think maybe once this test is over, he’ll feel better. Maybe he needs a good trip or something. I don’t know, I wish I knew better how to help.”

Joshua listens to you intently, his fingers moving to run along your cheek down to your jaw. You were such a good person in his eyes. That was one of the many things he loved about you and what had made him choose you over anyone else. Your compassion for others above yourself, and when it came to Seokmin that was even more evident. Raising a brow, Joshua considers your words, a small smile crossing his lips while his thumb gently slides over your chin.

“Mmm, we could do that. If you want, and if you think Seokmin would like it. I could plan it.”

You knew that Joshua meant well, and you weren’t really against the idea but you weren’t sure how Seokmin would react. Letting out a small laugh you shake your head, your nose wrinkling a bit. “I dunno, we could ask him but he might feel a bit weird going with us. Don’t you think he’d feel like the third wheel?”

Joshua’s hand slides along your jaw, his fingers caressing your neck causing you to swallow hard to the feeling of your stomach tightening. You couldn’t help the way his touch could instantly make your thighs instinctively push together without much effort at all. Seemingly to not even notice the effect he has on you, Joshua purses his lips and tilts his head in thought.

“No, I don’t think so. Not if we don’t treat him like one. You pay so much attention to him, but yet I don’t think you truly see him, darling.”

Furrowing your brows at Joshua’s words, you lick your lips to the feeling of his palm sliding along your neck and finally to your chest where his fingers play with the buttons of your shirt. “I don’t know what you mean, Shua. I see him…just fine, and I didn’t mean I would treat him poorly if that’s what, wh—what you are insinuating.”

Your words become breathless, scattered almost as Joshua’s fingers push your shirt open leaving it to fall to either side of your body. He simply frowns, trailing the back of his fingers between your breasts over the middle of your bra all while shaking his head at your words.

“I’m not saying that at all. You couldn’t treat anyone poorly, even if you tried. I’m simply saying that you don’t see how much he likes you. I’m not upset about it, darling. I just think that given the chance, Seokmin would very much like the opportunity to do exactly what I’m doing to you right now.”

With your brows furrowing, you arch your back pushing your breasts towards Joshua’s touch. His large hand slides almost delicately over the lace until his thumb catches the top of your bra pulling it down slowly as his eyes meet yours once again.

“Shua…please.” You weren’t even sure what you were saying please. Was it for him to touch you or was it about his conversation with Seokmin? Closing your eyes, you bite your lip and shake your head knowing he wouldn’t let it go without a conversation. “He’s just my friend…he doesn’t think of me like that. Could we talk about this later?”

Joshua smiles, his eyes moving over your pretty face, his thumb circling your nipple feeling it harden under his touch. You can feel his cock hardening just under your head even as he laughs quietly shaking his head. “Mmm yes, I suppose, but I am right. You’ll see that one day soon. Stay the night with me?”

There was no way you were going to say no. Not as his fingers carefully played with your nipple, but his other hand slid along your stomach toward the top of your jeans. “Okay, just tonight. I have to study…that test is in a couple of days. Oh god, Shua. I need you.”

“You have me, darling. You could just study here. It’s quiet here, and I can be good. Seokmin could even come here to study with you. I don’t mind…I don’t know why you won’t just move in with me.”

You sigh heavily, your hand sliding over Joshua’s forearm as his fingers slide past your now unbuttoned jeans to dip into panties. “Shua…not right now. We can talk about it later.” He hated when you told him no, you were the only person to do that. Not even his parents had told him no many times in his life. Then you had come into his life and Joshua didn’t always get his way.

“Hmm…I’ll prove it to you soon enough. Somehow.”

A moan leaves your lips that causes Joshua to groan deep in his chest as his middle finger slides between your folds over your clit. You were perfect, everything about you was all he ever needed. Sliding his hand back from your jeans, Joshua is quick to help you sit up pulling you into his lap so his lips can find yours. His pretty, plush lips work over yours gently drawing out another moan from your throat.

Joshua’s hands slide along your body, discarding your shirt and then your bra to expose more of your skin to him. His lips move from your lips, down your neck to your chest while your hands move to run through his once perfectly sculpted hair.

“Mmm, please?” The words leave your mouth with a soft moan, making Joshua’s head spin. His fingers press into your hips over your jeans as he looks up at you to meet your needy eyes. Joshua did let you want for much. He loved to give you everything your heart might desire if you’d let him and this was no different.

You can see the adoration in his gaze as Joshua’s hands move to help you slide from his lap. His fingers lace with yours, the other hand tilting your head back so his lips can meet yours once again when he stands beside you before leading you toward his bedroom. “Anything you want, darling.”

Stretching out on Joshua’s bed, you glance at the clock noting it wasn’t too late at night. You had fallen asleep but the sound of his shower had woken you up. Your fingers extended for Joshua but you knew he wasn’t there, you could hear the sound of the water and his humming just a room away. Smiling softly, you sit up, pulling the sheet around your chest and reaching for your phone to look at your texts. You had missed a few from friends but only one that you cared about truly.

Minnie: ‘Thanks for today. Miss you already, Peanut. I’ll buy coffee in the morning.’

You bite at your bottom lip leaning your head back against the headboard deciding to press the call on Seokmin’s name. You missed him too and you had a few minutes before Joshua would join you back in bed. It would be nice to hear his voice before bed.

Seokmin’s head pushes back into his pillows, his hand wrapped just under the head of his cock. He had put this off for so long, in truth he felt bad about it. Not so much the act, but his reasoning. You were on his mind and he had been looking through pictures, the next thing he knew he was so hard he felt like he was going to explode.

He couldn’t help but let his mind fantasize about how things could be different if he had met you first. If you were with him in his bed instead of with Joshua. If instead of feeling like your loser best friend, he’d have you in his arms. Your lips on his. His hands move over your body. Exploring every part of you.

Groaning your name, Seokmin pushes his thumb against his slit thrusting his hips upward. Pre-cum oozes along his fingers as he imagines what it might be like to have you touch him instead. How pretty your hand would look wrapped around his cock. How soft your touch would be and yet how much it would drive him crazy.

He was right there, right on the edge. His climax teetered when his phone started to ring, your ringtone. You had set it yourself, along with the cutest fucking picture Seokmin had ever seen in his entire life. Gasping as his breath gets caught in his throat, Seokmin looks at his phone and your picture dropping his hand from his cock and feeling his climax being pulled from him. His free hand moves to pick up the phone and puts it on his chest pressing the button to answer it on speaker as he licks his lips. “Uh, hey…Peanut. Something wrong?”

You could tell Seokmin was out of breath or something. Furrowing your brows you adjust the phone against your ear pulling your legs towards your stomach and shaking your head. “No, just missing you. I saw your text and thought I’d call you since you were still awake. Am I bothering you? Did I interrupt something? I can just talk to you in the morning.”

Seokmin laughs under his breath, lifting his hand to run it over his face wiping away some sweat. With a soft groan, he tugs his sweats back over his hips and shakes his head a bit at how you seemed to know he was up to something. “No, no…I’m good. I was just playing a game. You aren’t bothering me. It is late though, I thought you’d be asleep by now. Are you at home?”

He knew the answer, it was far too quiet on the other side of the line for you to be at home. Usually, if you were at your apartment some girl was yelling in the background and you sounded stressed out. Now you sounded calm, it was peaceful, you were with Joshua.

“No, I’m at Joshua’s. We had dinner, I’m just crashing here tonight. You know how my place is…I’ll get more sleep here anyway.”

Seokmin just nodded, he knew that was true. He wished he could just offer for you to stay with him but his dorm room wasn’t any better and his RA would lose his mind if you stayed the entire night. “Yeah, no…you’ve made a good choice, Peanut. You need some good sleep. Gotta rest that big brain.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at Seokmin’s words. “You are full of it. You know you are going to ace that test right? I’ll make sure of it. Speaking of... afterward would you want to get away for the weekend? I know I could use the break and you’ve been banging your head against tables for a month.”

He knew there had to be some sort of catch but the idea of getting away with you sounded wonderful. Seokmin sighs, adjusting himself on his bed furrowing his brows. “Just us…or? I don’t mind getting away, it sounds awesome but…”

Biting at your lip, you close your eyes to his questioning tone. You had known he would feel weird about it but you still felt like you should try. “I mean, with Joshua and I. He’s the one who had the idea. Said we could both use the time to relax, said he would plan it and everything. You know how he is…very goal-oriented.”

That was one way to put it, Seokmin thought to himself, anal was another. Not that it was a bad thing, Joshua would make one hell of a doctor one day because of how his personality was. “Uh…yeah maybe. I don’t know, Peanut. Won’t that be weird? I’ll be in the way of the romance and all that shit.”

You laugh a bit awkwardly just as the bed dips beside you, Joshua smiles at you when you meet his eyes. “I don’t think that’s what the trip would be for Min. It’s more for relaxing…not so much romance. Just think about it and let me know tomorrow.”

“Tell him it’s my treat. He literally doesn’t have to do anything, just show up and enjoy it.”

Seokmin frowns a bit at Joshua’s voice, leaning his head back against his pillows. “Yeah, I heard him. I’ll think about it, seriously I will. I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

Nodding, you bite at your lip before letting out a soft sigh. “Okay, get some rest. I love you.”

Seokmin laughs into a deep breath looking up at his ceiling at your words. “Love you too, Peanut.” Disconnecting the call, Seokmin lays his phone to the side furrowing his brows at what had just happened. He had a lot to consider.

Joshua lifts his hand to run it over your cheek as you put your phone back on the nightstand with a small sigh. “I think he’ll go, Y/N. Don’t worry so much about it.” He watches your brows furrow a bit, his thumb moving to press against the middle of your brows making you laugh when they relax some.

“I’m okay, I promise Shua. Just so much on my mind.”

He could see the wheels turning in your head, so he knew that you were telling the truth. “Mmm, we could talk about it if you want, but maybe we should do it after you’ve had some more sleep.”

You nod, leaning into his touch. Joshua moves closer to you letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You close your eyes to the feeling of his fingers trailing along your side. “I love you Shua.”

Joshua grins, a small appreciative sound leaving his lips as he reaches up to turn off the lamp. He pulls you closer to his body, nudging your head with his cheek. “I love you too, darling. Goodnight.”

“Show me.” You try to peek over Seokmin’s shoulder but the man is just too tall making it impossible for you to see the grade on his test without his permission. “Lee Seokmin! Show me right now.”

The corners of his eyes lift slightly as he laughs, the way your voice rose an octave in your annoyance causing him so much amusement. This is why he called you Peanut, you were just so cute and small in his eyes. Reaching out to ruffle your hair, Seokmin then offers you the paper in his hands, making you scoff at him when you rip it away to look at it.

“It’s not the best, honestly…but–”

“You passed! Oh my god! I told you! What did I fucking tell you, Minnie?! You are so freaking smart. Don’t you ever say something bad about yourself ever again? I’m keeping this and hanging it on my fridge.”

Seokmin groaned at your words, you were worse than his mother. He watches you fold the paper, putting it into your bag knowing you would do exactly what you said you would do. Granted it would probably end up on Joshua’s fridge and not the fridge at your shared apartment.

“You are embarrassing. What did you make? Like a 100?”

You furrow your brows and shoot Seokmin a look, the two of you begin to walk toward the closest bench to take a seat. “No, I made a 98…so I missed something, but it’s whatever. Besides, this isn’t about me. You passed the test which means we are going away this weekend, right?”

He had never given you a straight answer regarding the invitation. Nothing more than a simple, “yeah…we will see”. Now Seokmin had no other choice but to say yes or no. He had passed the test and you and Joshua had made it clear it was a treat.

Lifting his hand to rub the back of his neck, you watch as Seokmin thinks way too hard. It was clear he was going to tell you no and that made your chest tighten. “Please? We haven’t gotten away in such a long time and it won't be nearly as much fun without you. Please, please for me?”

Seokmin’s eyes move over your face, your cute eyes pleading with him. God, he shouldn’t have looked at you and just said no but now he was fucked. Letting out a slow breath, Seokmin nods, dropping his hand back into his lap. “Okay…I’ll go.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, your lips brushing over his cheek causing Seokmin’s heart to beat quickly in his chest. You were giggling, excited at his answer but Seokmin was trying desperately not to lose his mind. His hands move to rest on your hips before sliding along to your back to pull you into the hug allowing himself to enjoy it for the moment.

“Thank you! I swear this will be the best long weekend. Shua has it all planned out, I don’t know what that even means but he says it will be perfect. He’s going to be so happy you said yes. I love you, Seokmin.”

God, if you only knew. That was all Seokmin could think, his fingers clenching at your hoodie as his nose buried against your hair taking in your scent. You kept bringing up Joshua and he wasn’t really mad, just jealous. He couldn’t blame you for mentioning him but sometimes he just wanted a little time that belonged to him.

“I love you too, Peanut. I’m sure it’ll be…great.”

Seokmin looked around the room wrinkling his nose. He knew you were right down the hall with Joshua, so maybe that’s what made this worse. He had thought Joshua would pick a hotel with his room entirely separate, but instead, the man had rented an entire house.

Flopping down on the bed, Seokmin groans at the feeling that washes over him. Fuck, the bed was so comfortable. The windows were open letting a warm sea breeze blow over him making his hoodie almost uncomfortable. He hadn’t had many chances to get away like this, especially to places like this, so he hadn’t really planned the best wardrobe for it.

A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts, Seokmin’s eyes lifting to the sound of your soft voice. “Can I come in? I have some stuff for you.” Hauling himself up, Seokmin groans with a nod, his hand moving to rub the back of his damp neck.

“Yeah, come in.”

Where he didn’t seem to fit in with the location, you quickly adapted. Seokmin’s eyes move over your exposed legs up to the end of your tight shorts where he pulls his eyes away with a soft breath. You seem not to notice, instead, you look concerned about him, moving towards his bed and laying down a bag and a stack of towels.

“Okay, so here are some towels, and don’t be mad but I know how you dress and you seriously can not wear your hoodie the entire time. You are going to roast to death, Seokmin. I got you some t-shirts and shorts. I think you’ll like them though…they aren’t like Joshua’s style, so don’t freak out on me.”

Seokmin just laughs, he wasn’t surprised but he doesn’t speak just yet. Instead, he just watches as you take out a few shirts and shorts, most of them darker in color and plain. He watches as you move to his duffle bag to take out his favorite blue flannel showing it to him.

“So see, what I was thinking…you could wear this over this and like your sneakers even, but I did get you some sandals because we have to go to the beach.”

You were so fucking cute and thoughtful. Seokmin’s eyes moved over your face and hands as you spoke and moved around his room to put away the clothes. You had gone out of your way to make sure Seokmin didn’t feel like a third wheel so far. He could appreciate it but he knew in the end there wasn’t going to be much you could do to change how Joshua looked at you or how he touched you.

“Speaking of the beach, I was thinking we could go out there tonight.” Both your and Seokmin’s attention is drawn toward the door where Joshua leans against the frame with a smile on his lips. “Or we could just enjoy the pool and hot tub here, have some dinner, and relax. It was a long trip. Whatever you two are up for. This is a trip for you.”

Seokmin looks down letting out a breath as the breeze moves through his hair, a small humorless laugh falling from his lips. He knew he would have to eventually spend some time with you and Joshua but maybe he could wiggle his way out of it. “Uh, I might just chill in here tonight. I’m pretty tired…I can order something and have it delivered and you two can have a nice night out toget–”

“No, we will just all stay here. Go to the pool and get food, if you are tired Seokmin. We can watch a movie, your choice.” Moving around his bed, you grab Seokmin’s hand tugging at it to pull his attention towards you. Once his eyes are on yours, you smile at him tilting your head and trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes. “Like, Shua said, it’s our trip right? It’s because we passed Biology, Min.”

Joshua watches curiously as Seokmin seems to crumble under your attention. The way the man’s thumb rubs a circle on the back of your hand until he finally sighs and nods making you smile brightly. You were so good at getting your way with him and Seokmin. Joshua had seen that same look so many times but it never took this much convincing for him to say yes to you.

“Yay! Okay, so just get changed because you are sweating and we will all go to the pool and then get food. I’m so excited.”

When you lean to kiss Seokmin’s cheek he stops breathing knowing that Joshua is watching. His eyes find the man who only smirks a bit, his arms crossed as he still leans against the door frame. He didn’t seem mad at him, jealous, not a single negative emotion. Seokmin wasn’t sure what to think. He didn’t know if he wanted him to be mad but instead, he watched you move back to Joshua who extended a hand out for you to link his fingers with yours before you both left the room leaving him alone.

“What the fuck? Why am I here? Seokmin, you are an idiot…” The words were muttered under a breath, his hand running over his face as Seokmin moved to his feet to move towards the window letting the breeze hit him a bit more, cooling him down.

Inside your shared room with Joshua, you drop his hand in place of opening one of the drawers you had claimed as your own to pull out one of your bikinis. Joshua closes the door behind him letting his eyes trail over your backside, the same smirk that had been on his face when he had seen you kiss Seokmin’s cheek still lingering on his lips.

“You seem happy, darling.”

You start to speak when you feel Joshua’s fingers pulling your shirt from your shorts causing you to laugh when you realize how close he is. Lifting your arms you let him help you undress, leaning your back against his still-clothed chest so his hands can slide across your stomach to your shorts to undo them.

“I am, this was a really good idea. It’s already so relaxing being here. It’s like a weight was pulled off of me the moment we left campus, if that makes sense?”

Joshua hums out a response with a nod, his lips brushing against the side of your neck. You sway your hips from side to side while his thumbs push at your shorts working them down your legs letting gravity take care of the rest.

“It does, and I’m glad you are happy. That’s all I want, you know that though. Do you think Seokmin is happy?”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, you can’t help but feel your body warm up a few degrees when Joshua’s thumbs twist into the top elastic of your panties before he begins to work them down your hips to your legs. His eyes never leave yours even as he nudges your neck with his nose and lips causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.

“Mmm, I hope he is. I think he is. He’s…just not used to this I think. As I told you before, I don’t want him to feel like the third wheel, Shua.”

Joshua nods, pressing a kiss to your neck once your panties fall to join your shorts at your feet. His hands move back up your spine to undo your bra as he speaks, “I don’t think he will. I’m trying to make sure he won’t at least. I know you are maybe trying too hard. Don’t stress over it. He knows how much you love him.”

Your brows furrow at Joshua’s words and the feeling of the back of his fingers sliding along your shoulders to push your bra straps from your arms letting the last garment fall from your body. Meeting his eyes once more in the mirror you tilt your head as he smiles at you stepping away to let you get dressed in your bikini though you were more aroused than you’d like to admit.

“I…yeah I do love him. Does that bother you?”

Sitting on the end of the bed, Joshua crosses his arms pulling his shirt up and over his head he watches you get dressed. At your question he can’t help but laugh a bit, his hips lifting to push down his shorts kicking them off.

“Not at all, I knew that you loved him from the moment you met him, darling. There is a connection there that is unbreakable and I’d never try to hurt it. I’ve told you that many times. If anything I’d only want to strengthen it. Why else would I suggest this trip?”

Looking back into the mirror you adjust the straps of your bikini watching Joshua undressing in the mirror as he speaks. You find yourself letting your eyes travel over his sculpted body. No matter how many times you slept with him or simply saw him naked you were never prepared for how breathtaking he was.

“I don’t know. I just worry sometimes, Shua. Not all men are like that. He and I are perhaps too close sometimes. I don’t know and you’ve said things that have made me wonder about things.” You laugh at your ramblings and how your thoughts seem to just flow out of your mouth like nonsense. “Just ignore me. I’m just nervous about having you both here, I guess.”

There was no way that Joshua was going to ignore you or anything you had to say. That wasn’t who he was or who he would ever be, especially when it came to you. Nothing you had ever said meant “nothing”. Reaching you to accept a pair of swim trunks you offer him, Joshua whispers a thank you before slipping them on and standing up to pull them to his hips. He can’t help but notice how your eyes shyly drop from him despite who he is to you.

“We will figure it all out, we always do, don't we?” Joshua’s hand slides across your jaw to rest under your chin lifting your gaze toward him. His thumb gently caresses your bottom lip causing your mouth to fall open so deliciously that Joshua is the one who has to take a breath this time reminding himself there is a time and a place.

“Yeah, we do. I love you.”

Your words cause Joshua’s heart to beat a bit harder, his lips pulling up in a soft smile as he takes a step closer to kiss you. Speaking on your lips, his hands hold you close to him, fingers dangerously low on your hips. “I love you too, and to keep my word about not making Seokmin feel like a third wheel, I’ll restrain myself and take you out to the pool instead of taking you to that bed.”

Laughing against his lips, you shake your head. You could understand the sentiment, your body felt like it was on fire under his touch. There was something in the air, a tension that didn’t seem to just be in this room but instead was inside the entire house.

“Mm, you have to be a good boy.”

Joshua groans a bit when you pull away from him after saying those words, your fingers slipping from his. His eyes follow your hips as you walk from the room leaving the door open for him.

“Seokmin, come on! The pool is waiting and the sun is starting to go down. It’s a perfect time.”

Sitting by the side of the pool, Seokmin watched as you laughed splashing Joshua. You seemed so happy, so carefree. You both did, he wasn’t sure how to do that. Especially in his current situation. Letting his feet move through the water slowly, Seokmin smiles a bit when you move closer to him, a glint of mischief in your eyes. You had been trying to get him into the water for over an hour. He was still in a t-shirt over his swim trunks but you had at least gotten him to get his feet wet.

“Peanut, what are you up to?”

You just laugh softly, going under the water enough that it covers your lips making Seokmin smile even brighter at you. Joshua watches from a distance curiously, he had been trying to give Seokmin space but he had been watching him occasionally. He had noted how the man’s eyes had lingered on your body, but he couldn’t blame him. How could anyone not look at you? You were a feast for the eyes on a good day but today, in your bikini…you were a goddess.

Tilting your head, you meet Seokmin’s eyes curiously as he matches your head tilting before a loud gasp leaves his lips when you move out of the water pushing your hands towards him to splash him with water soaking his front. Squealing, you swim away to a laughing but shocked Joshua who shakes his head.

“If you have come to me for protection after an act like that, darling…I’m not sure I can provide it. I would probably have to even turn you over my knee. That was dirty.”

Your cheeks burn at Joshua’s words, especially those said in front of Seokmin. You mutter for him to hush, your hands running around his arm as you laugh trying to hide behind the large man from your best friend who wipes his hand over his face, pushing water from his eyes.

“You’re damn right that was dirty. Peanut…” Your nickname falls from Seokmin’s lips almost sweetly, his eyes lifting to find you looking around Joshua’s arm all while giggling. You had pushed him just enough and struck a nerve.

Nodding, Seokmin crosses his arms in front of him peeling the wet shirt from his body causing you to suck in an audible breath and look down. You had seen him shirtless before but it was very rare and only for a few seconds, and he had never looked like this before. Had he been going to the gym?

Joshua smirks at your reaction to Seokmin, he could hear your breath, and feel the way your hand tightened on his arm. Glancing back at you, he couldn’t help but laugh under his breath finding you looking away from the other man.

“As I said, I’m not going to be able to protect you. You fought dirty, Y/N. Clearly…” Joshua tilts your head up, turning it towards Seokmin who lowers himself into the pool, his eyes on yours, “there are consequences to your actions, darling.”

Consequences. That was one word for it. You couldn’t help but internally panic at the sight in front of you and how Joshua was acting. When his hand drops from your face and he moves from in front of you a whine falls from your lips making Seokmin laugh.

“What? Are you afraid I’m going to hurt you? I’d never hurt you…but payback is a bitch.”

You brace yourself, closing your eyes, for the impact of water when Seokmin gets closer but it never comes, instead, you feel his warm body next to yours. Opening one eye, you peek up at Seokmin to find him smirking at you, his cup hands held above your head.

“Hi, Peanut.”

Words start to form on your lips, but instead of speaking them, you whine and Seokmin tilts his hands, letting the water splash onto your head and face. His larger hands held more than you ever dream of holding so you find yourself spitting out water towards his shoulder causing him to laugh.

“Gross, I didn’t ask for you to spit on me. Haven’t you heard of consent?”

Your cheeks burn from Seokmin’s words and hearing Joshua’s chuckle just a few feet from you. Reaching out with one hand you smack at his chest while using the other to push water from your eyes. Quickly you realize the mistake you’ve made when your hand Seokmin’s firm chest, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to hold you where you are while you seem to come to terms with what you’ve done.

“Who are you, and what have you done with my Seokmin?” You blink the rest of the water from your eyes finally meeting the man’s eyes, feeling his thumb press against the inside of your wrist caressing it almost thoughtfully.

Joshua raises a brow at the sight, the sound of him moving in the water seeming to bring you and Seokmin back to reality, the man taking a step back from you letting your hand go. You clear your throat, sliding your hands over your hair to push it from your face as best you can before smiling at Joshua, nodding your head as if to tell him everything was fine.

He already knew everything was fine. He could see what was in front of him, and what he saw were two people struggling with their feelings for one another. The tension was so thick he could cut it with a knife. Smirking a bit, Joshua moves close enough to run his fingers along the top of your ass nodding back at you before finally speaking.

“I think I’m ready for dinner. Is anyone else famished?”

The word falls off his lips almost seductively and is laced with double entendre. Seokmin licks his lips dipping down in the pool suddenly feeling like he is overheating as if the water around him could boil at any moment.

“I–yeah I mean I could eat. I haven’t eaten much today.”

Joshua meets the man’s eyes and smiles moving you a step closer causing Seokmin to dip down in the pool even more. “Well, we will just have to make sure you are well-fed, Seokmin. No one staying with me ever goes hungry. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You weren’t sure what he was up to but he wasn’t lying. Joshua was always huge about making sure that you had eaten well and that you were well taken care of so you nod quickly, agreeing unaware of how you were making the situation that much more unbearable for Seokmin.

Seokmin raises a brow at Joshua when he notices the man smirking at him. That was the first sign of a possible negative emotion towards him that he had ever noticed. Perhaps he was reading it wrong but it almost felt like a challenge and for some reason, Seokmin didn’t want to back down from it. It felt like Joshua was begging him to push back.

“Then…in that case, let’s eat.”

You picked at your food while the two men seemed to share in a silent conversation that you apparently weren’t privy to. Between raised brows, smirks, and scoffs here and there the tension had risen dramatically in the past hour. All you had wanted to do was enjoy your take-out, but it appeared that your two dinner companions had different plans.

“How is the chicken, darling?”

Joshua’s words draw you back to the present, your eyes finding him while his fingers play with the back of your tank top that you had chosen to get redressed in. Seokmin can’t help but tilt his head, his eyes following along with those fingers when you arch your back as they dip down towards your hip.

“It’s good.” You sigh and mutter, “You’d know if you’d eat…” under your breath causing Joshua to chuckle softly, his fingers lifting at your tank top to allow his fingers access to your skin just underneath. Your eyes widen at his action, your thoughts instantly going to Seokmin just a couple of feet from you. “Shua…we are at the table and we both said–”

“Said that we’d keep Seokmin from feeling like the third wheel.”

Heat creeps over your cheeks, a bit of shame flowing through you at hearing it said out loud in front of Seokmin. You glance over at him but instead of seeing him giving you a surprised or angry look, he just stares at you curiously before picking up a piece of chicken and eating it.

“That is what we said, Y/N. Darling…do you think I’m a fool?”

Joshua’s words cause you to glance back at him in shock, you had no idea why he would ever ask you something like that. Shaking your head no, you find it almost impossible to speak trying to form words, confusion was written on your face. Joshua smiles at you, a small pout of sympathy at causing you distress falling from his lips as he reaches up to push your still slightly damp hair back from your face.

“It’s okay. I know…I’m not mad. In fact, I’m just…fuck, I can’t get earlier off my mind.”

You shake your head, still confused about what Joshua could be talking about. Was this about him or was this about Seokmin? Glancing over at your best friend you find him watching you and Joshua curiously, your heart tightening. Fear was washing over you because you couldn’t help but begin to worry about how this trip was going to mess up your friendship.

Joshua, seeming to sense your fear and seeing something in your eyes, coos at you again, moving in closer to press a kiss to your jaw leading the kisses to your lips, until finally speaking against them. “I keep thinking about when I undressed you before the pool, about how hard it was not to throw you on the bed and fuck you. You were so wet, darling. You may have thought I didn’t know but…I always know.”

Seokmin glances down at his hands, his shorts feeling slightly tighter. He wasn’t sure where Joshua was going with this. Was the man teasing him with what he couldn’t have, was this a big fuck you because he had realized how he felt about you? Or was this going somewhere else?

You whine, your eyes glancing towards Seokmin noticing that he had looked away. You shake your head at Joshua and mutter for him to hush and save it for later, even though you can’t help but enjoy it. You hate how much you enjoy that Seokmin is there to hear what Joshua wanted to do to you.

Closing your eyes, you feel Joshua smile against the corner of your lips before he pulls away. His fingers trail up your side, exposing more of your skin to the air as he speaks. “You are never this shy. Baby, we should just ask Seokmin to join us in bed. I’ve wanted to for so long...and you can’t lie to me or him and say it isn’t something you want.”

Hearing that made you scoff. You tilt your head back to meet Joshua’s eyes knowing he had gone too far now. “He doesn’t like me like that, Shua. I know we’ve talked about this enough for you to remember that much. We’ve discussed that…he wouldn’t want—”

“You could ask me yourself, Y/N. You don’t know what I want unless you ask. Don’t answer for me…until you ask.”

Seokmin rarely said your name and you hadn’t expected him to speak up so firmly so when he did you swallow hard, turning from Joshua to look at him almost shocked. His eyes are locked on you, his jaw relaxed but an obvious bit of nerves still sits upon him as he watches you and Joshua.

“Seokmin…”

“Ask me what I want, don’t assume.”

Seokmin watches you shift in your seat slightly, Joshua’s hand sliding along your spine up your back while he waits for you to do as you were told. You lick your lips at the feeling of his hand pushing your shirt further up your torso, Seokmin’s eyes dropping to the exposed skin before he once again meets your eyes waiting.

“I–I’m too afraid to ask. I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Min. No matter how much I may want it, I’d rather forget anything that happened or is happening if it meant I could have you in my life after this trip.”

That he could understand. You were so important to him. Seokmin shakes his head, his brow furrowing. His eyes meet Joshua’s for a moment who seems to be lost in thought himself. Joshua frowns a bit at your words, he hadn’t meant to cause you any stress with this. If anything he had hoped this would help to relieve any stress there already was.

“You will always have me in your life, Peanut. I mean, fuck… I–have been waiting for this for fucking ever, and I feel like I should apologize to you and Joshua for that but –”

Seokmin doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence when you surprise him and Joshua by moving from your chair to step between Seokmin’s legs. Your hands cupping his cheeks, your lips meet his for the first time taking his and Joshua’s breath away. The moment had taken over you and happened so fast that you only realized that you had done what was on your mind when you felt Seokmin’s hand on your hip hearing him speak against your lips.

“Oh, my god…”

Pulling back, your cheeks instantly flair hot as if you were standing by an oven. Your hands trembling, you find yourself terrified to look back at Joshua but you force yourself to. Instead of finding a furious man staring at you as you assumed, you find him watching you curiously. A look of arousal in his eyes as he lets his gaze move over your body.

Moving from his chair, Joshua extends his hand for yours to allow you to lace your fingers with his before he makes any more movements or speaks. His free hand moves to once again push your hair from your face allowing him to judge just how warm your face had gotten, a smile spreading over his features when he looks over your shoulder to Seokmin.

“You don’t need my permission to follow but I feel like you want it, so you have it. If either of you is doubting that this is something that I am into or if it is something that I want, let me make it very clear to you right now. I want this, so either follow us into the bedroom and get what you want or deal with the regret later.”

Joshua doesn’t wait for Seokmin’s answer, and he doesn’t let you ponder on his words as he leads you towards the hall pushing open the door to the master bedroom instantly pulling you into his arms. His lips move over yours hungrily, matching the way his hands seem to claw at your clothing.

Seokmin had only stood in place in the kitchen for a moment when Joshua had pulled you away. He had weighed the pros and cons so quickly his head was spinning but the moment you were out of his sight it was unbearable and his feet had followed. Now he was standing inside the master bedroom feeling out of place and yet like there was nowhere else he’d rather be.

Breaking from your lips for a moment to pull your shirt over your head to leave you in your lace bra, Joshua catches Seokmin’s gaze. A grin spreads over your boyfriend’s lips knowing this was going exactly as it should. With a few strategic steps towards you, Joshua walks you backward until your mostly bare back hits something firm and warm.

Hands shakily move along your arms drawing your glance up to see Seokmin’s eyes on yours. Joshua’s fingers move back to your hips to carefully undo your shorts, giving you and your best friend a moment to collect yourselves. It only seems to take that long because when you whisper his name, Seokmin lets out a gentle breath, lifting his hand to slide it over your cheek as he leans down to press his lips to yours once again.

Joshua pulls your hips forward momentarily to shimmy your shorts to the floor with your panties, a groan escaping him when he lifts his eyes to find your lips on Seokmin once again. “Unclasp her bra, Seokmin. She’s so fucking pretty…you need to really see her.”

You felt suddenly embarrassed realizing how naked you were in comparison to the men in the room but when Seokmin’s knuckles ran along every bump of your spine to finally reach the clasp of your bra you couldn’t seem to care anymore. A smile crosses his lips at a soft moan falling from your lips, Seokmin has to shake his head feeling his cock twitch in his shorts.

“I’ve dreamt about how pretty you would sound, Peanut.” The name on his lips this time had a different feeling, something more sensual and erotic as it rolled off his tongue. “I had some idea…but it was never close enough. God…you are so beautiful. I want to taste you so badly, my mouth is watering.”

Never in your life did you think you would hear those words come out of your best friend’s mouth or never did you think you’d feel the gentle scratch of his nails along your skin as he guided your bra straps down your arms.

Seokmin’s eyes travel along your back, over the curve of your ass as he swallows hard. He hadn’t been lying when he told you his mouth was watering or how often he had dreamt about how you’d sound. He couldn’t wait to discover the truth of all his dreams.

Your bra joining the rest of your clothes on the floor, Joshua guides you to the bed letting Seokmin watch as you finally face him allowing him to see you more fully. Lifting his hand, he runs it over his mouth to suppress a moan but there was no way he kept it to himself. He could see the way you smiled hearing the sound escape his throat. Seokmin smirks a bit to himself pulling his shirt up and over his head while you watch him. Your eyes traveled shamelessly over his skin now that you knew he was yours, even if only for the night.

“I think you like me, Peanut…just a little bit?”

Joshua laughs, his shirt discarded on the floor, his thumbs already pushing his shorts and briefs to the floor as he watches you get embarrassed by Seokmin’s question. It was clear you weren’t going to answer it.

“She likes you more than just a little bit. She’s being so shy, but Seokmin…I will tell you just how much my darling, Y/N likes you.”

Watching Joshua move towards you, his cock resting heavily in his palm, you can’t seem to draw your eyes away. You lick your lips at the way his fist moves slowly up and down his shaft even as he gets closer to you until he steps behind you to kneel on the bed pulling you to sit down in front of him.

Joshua smirks leaning to kiss your neck drawing a low moan from your chest, his fingers sliding around your stomach, between your legs only for his fingers to splay out. “Spread your legs for us?”

Nodding, you spread your legs as you were asked, your hands resting on the bed as you lean your back against Joshua’s chest. His fingers begin to work in slow tortuous movements spreading your folds allowing Seokmin to see just how wet you already were for them.

“Once, when I was fucking her, I mentioned you during just to see what her reaction would be. You see, I had a feeling about how she felt about you for a while. The way this pretty little pussy clenched around my cock…I will tell you Seokmin, I came almost instantly. She was so turned on by just your name.”

Seokmin has to take a deep breath not only at Joshua’s words but also at the sight in front of him. He had only visualized what it might be like to be privileged enough to see you like this and now he was watching as Joshua teased you. He could see that you were practically dripping as Joshua pressed his middle finger into your entrance, a moan slipping from your lips followed by a throaty groan from your boyfriend.

“You are so wet, darling. Are you that excited? You want to play with your Seokmin?”

Joshua speaks against your cheek, his eyes watching his finger disappear into your pussy while your fingers wrap around his wrist tightly. You only look away from what he is doing when he mentions Seokmin again causing you to clench around his finger. Joshua smirks, humming against your jaw as he works kisses along your skin before speaking again.

“I don't even have to hear you say it. Your pussy is telling me everything and more.” Joshua glances up to meet Seokmin’s eyes, the words falling from his lips like honey, “It's time for you to take over, Seokmin."

He had been transfixed by what was in front of him. So, when Joshua tells him to take over, it almost doesn’t click what he means until you whisper his name. You wanted him so badly, you needed his hands on your body. Seokmin could almost hear that laced in your voice, his feet carrying him towards you in just a few long strides.

Dropping to his knees in front of you, Seokmin lets out a groan of your name that causes goosebumps to spread along your skin. His hands start at your ankles sliding up your legs until he finally reaches your inner thighs, all while his eyes trail over your face and body.

“You have to tell me again that you want this, that you want me. I just need to hear it one more time.”

Joshua’s fingers slip from your core causing you to whine at the sudden feeling of being empty drawing Seokmin’s eyes down to where you wanted him the most. Licking his lips, your best friend shakes his head and waits for you to tell him what he needs to hear. He was unwilling to do anything that the both of you might regret later.

“Please, Seokmin…please. Touch me…I need you to touch me. You said you wanted to taste me? Do whatever you want to me. I just need you.”

At your words, Seokmin groans leaning to press a warm kiss to your inner thigh. The feeling of your soft skin beneath his lips was almost overwhelming. You let out a soft whimper as he grips your legs pulling you closer to the end of the bed, his gaze moving upward to meet yours then Joshua’s.

He didn’t linger on the man, though he found himself more than curious of his reaction when his fingers finally did graze between your sopping folds to find your tight entrance. Seokmin bites at his bottom lip to keep himself from coming apart from the feeling and the sounds leaving your mouth.

“So fucking pretty, Peanut. You are so soft, you like my fingers? Hmm?”

You could only nod, your head falling back against Joshua’s shoulder when Seokmin slowly pushed two of his fingers into you instantly curling them against your velvet-like walls. His fingers were long whereas Joshua’s were thick. There was such a difference and yet both of them seemed to find your buttons without much direction or movement on your part.

Joshua’s breath was becoming shallow, his cock throbbing against your back as he watched Seokmin’s fingers fuck into you slowly. He knew the tale tell signs of your arousal and the very fact that you were experiencing so much pleasure brought him to a place mentally he didn’t know he could experience.

“He’s right, you are so pretty. Are you going to cum, darling? Wouldn’t you rather cum on Seokmin’s tongue? He has such a nice mouth, don’t you agree?”

Another whimper leaves your lips, your pussy clenching around Seokmin’s fingers causing him to smirk. Joshua had been right, talking about Seokmin did cause your body to react. You were addictive, and Seokmin wasn’t sure how he’d ever give you up.

“Fuck…I’ll give it to you, baby. I won’t even make you ask.”

That was the first time he had ever called you baby, and if had thought your body had reacted before now you were panting as you clenched around him almost maddeningly. Seokmin’s mouth moves along your inner thigh torturously slow working his way to your middle until he finally runs his tongue around your clit.

Your hips lift upwards to chase the feeling only to be pushed back down by Joshua who smiles against your ear sweetly. “Sit still…I have a feeling Seokmin is a generous man but also I think he would take away things if you act up. I’m a pushover when it comes to you, I let you act up far too often in bed.”

Seokmin hums out a groan against your pussy, his fingers pushing deeper into you at Joshua’s words. He wanted to see that side of you one day because Joshua was right, he would put you in your place if need be. Tonight was not that night though.

Fingers run through Seokmin’s hair causing him to relax further into what he is doing, his tongue running laps around your clit before he sends a shockwave through your body sucking messily at your folds. He isn’t even sure whose hand it is and he can’t seem to care as his hand on your thigh tightens when he feels you clench down around his fingers once again.

Joshua grips Seokmin’s hair when you groan, a smirk lifting at his lips as he pulls the man closer between your legs eliciting a deeper sound from both of you. His cock was leaking heavily at the sights and sounds in front of him, but the moment you cum for the first time tonight he has to let out a deep breath to get himself through it without cumming untouched.

The sound that leaves your mouth is one of pure bliss. Seokmin’s fingers fall from your pussy only to be replaced by his tongue that fucks into your still-clenching entrance begging to be filled. You tasted like nothing he had ever experienced. Better than he could have imagined and something he never wanted to forget.

Your legs shaking around Seokmin’s head, you whimper out his name, and Joshua’s prompting both men to finally look at you curiously. Seokmin licks his lips clean causing you to shake your head in disbelief at the sight in front of you. A lust deep inside of you that needed to be quenched caused you to feel like you were burning from the inside out.

“I need you, god…please? Fuck me. Shua, please? Baby? I want you and Min to fuck me.”

You had asked him for something specific and Joshua never turned down a request if he could make it a reality. A groan slips from your boyfriend’s lips as he nods moving back from you to take your hand pulling you backward on the bed.

“How do you want to be fucked, darling? Hmm? Where do you want us? How do you want Seokmin?”

Hearing his name mentioned so many times in the context of fucking you was causing Seokmin’s head to spin and for his cock to throb painfully in his shorts. He had to get them off, he needed relief. You glance over just in time to watch as his thumbs hook into the top of his shorts pushing them over his hips along with his boxers letting them fall to the ground.

You weren’t sure what you had imagined when it came to your best friend and the size of his cock but you were not disappointed. Instead, you stared for longer than it was necessary fueling Seokmin’s ego and causing Joshua to laugh. Familiar fingers turn your face back towards him as Joshua raises a brow waiting for your answer.

“Not at the same time. You are both too big, oh my god…but will you fuck me first Shua? I’ve wanted your cock all day long, baby.”

Joshua had started to speak when your fingers wrap around his shaft, your hand twisting perfectly using his pre-cum to cause the movement to be smooth and fluid. His head falls backward, a grin spreading across his pretty lips before he smiles and nods.

“Fuck…that feels so good. Yes, yes of course darling. Why don’t you show Seokmin how good of a girl you are and ride my cock then? Hmm?”

You and Seokmin watch Joshua move from you to lay against the headboard, his hand extending back out to you while his cock leaks desperately for you. Glancing at Seokmin quickly you can’t help but smirk slightly at the look in his eye when you crawl over Joshua’s legs to slowly line yourself up with his thick cock and lower yourself down gradually.

The stretch is delicious and familiar. Your body reacts perfectly, your walls clenching around his length like a glove causing Joshua to breathe out your name as you finally sit over him completely.

“Feels so good, Shua. Feels so full.”

His cock was thick and just the right amount of length but you couldn’t help but let your eyes find Seokmin again. Your best friend biting at his bottom lip, his hand wrapped around a somewhat less girthy shaft but he was longer. You couldn’t help but think how different he was going to feel causing you to clench around Joshua tightly.

Joshua laughs out a groan feeling you clench, his eyes following your graze to Seokmin before he looks back at you to watch you moving over him. His large hands found purchase on your body, one holding your hip tightly while the other massaged your breast.

“You don’t have to sit so far away, Seokmin. Fuck...darling” His hand slides from your chest to your face to make you look down at him, your mouth instantly finding a way to wrap around his thumb making him groan out his words. “You have to relax around my cock or I’m gonna fucking lose my mind, angel.”

You hadn’t meant to be so tight around Joshua, but everything felt new and intense. Nodding you let out a soft moan of a yes letting Joshua’s thumb slip from your mouth when you feel the bed sink behind you.

Seokmin’s hand slides along your back down to your hip so that you have a hand on either side of your body. Your eyes close to the feeling of his lips moving against the back of your neck while his thumb presses into your skin pushing you down harder over Joshua.

“I won’t lie, I had only dreamt about what it would be like to be in the bedroom with you, Peanut but somehow this is even better. Does Joshua’s cock feel good? Mm, you sound like you are going to cum again. What if I–?”

He doesn’t finish his question, instead, Seokmin’s free hand slides around your body and then between your legs so that his fingers can rub over your clit. Your moans of pleasure building cause Seokmin to chuckle lowly against your neck, his teeth raking along your skin knowing he is only pushing you over the edge.

Joshua groans your name, his hand sliding back down your body to your breast where his fingers roll over your nipple delicately. His large fingers barely pinched at the hardened bud but it was enough with Seokmin’s fingers and the cock buried deep inside of you to make the coil inside of you snap.

Throwing your head back onto Seokmin’s shoulder, you can’t find words to moan. Instead, you simply try to catch your breath, your body trembling from slight overstimulation by the time your hands move from you. Underneath you, Joshua hisses out a long groan from his chest as his climax hits him like a train.

Thick, warm cum spills into you as you roll your hips down over Joshua’s cock. His eyes roll back briefly while his hands move to hold your hips tightly pushing Seokmin’s out of the way. Joshua mutters a soft apology to Seokmin before his eyes find yours and they are filled with nothing but adoration.

“Oh my god…I love you so much.”

Seokmin didn’t need the apology, he understood why Joshua had pushed his hands away. The man had needed to be grounded at that moment. God, he could see why with the way you had been riding him. Watching you both for a moment, Seokmin tilts his head to the way your lips mesh with Joshua’s. How you whisper how much you love him too into the kiss before your boyfriend’s hands slide over your ass helping you slide off of him carefully.

“If you don’t want to sleep with me, Y/N…we don’t have to do this.”

Your brows furrow along with Joshua’s at Seokmin’s words. You had very clearly stated what you had wanted. Your eyes drop to his clearly painfully hard cock resting against his thigh as you turn on the bed to face him tilting your head almost like a curious puppy.

Joshua can’t help but to watch with a similar curiosity trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. His eyes move over your ass up to the back of your head finally over to Seokmin’s face just over your shoulder when you finally reach the man. There was a look of confusion and desperation in Seokmin’s eyes but also something else. Joshua couldn’t quite place it.

“I want you, Min. I said that. If you don’t want me, that’s a completely different story. We can forget this entire thing and you never have to worry about seeing me like this ever again.”

As soon as the words, “like this ever again” leave your mouth Seokmin’s eyes seem to darken. A panic hitting him because those words are so final and it’s never something he’d want. You gasp into a small laugh when your back hits the bed. Seokmin’s hand is on the side of your face, his fingers moving around to the back of your head to pull you back up to his lips as he speaks.

“I fucking want you.”

“Then take me.”

Seokmin’s hand slides along your leg pulling your knee up to his hip while your hand slides between your bodies to stroke him for the first time. He felt heavy and thick in your hand. The breathy whines that fell from his lips at your touch made you feel even wetter.

Laying on his side, his elbow propping his up so he could watch carefully, Joshua observed how the two of you reacted to one another. How Seokmin’s groans made you clench. He could see it from where he was laying because he could see what was left of his cum seep from you each time it happened.

Trailing his fingers over yours, Seokmin hisses against your lips lining himself up with your entrance feeling how wet you are. Between your own cum and Joshua’s, he thought it would be easy to push into you and yet you were still tight around him.

The feeling of the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot almost instantly because of his length sent you into a frenzy. A breathy, “oh” slipped from your lips as your breath quickened when Seokmin made the first experimental thrust bottoming out into you.

“Fuck…oh my god. Seokmin, wait.”

Panic flashed over your best friend’s face, the fingers of his free hand moving to push your hair from your face to look for any signs of distress. Instead, he finds you taking a calming breath. Lifting his head, Seokmin looks to Joshua who was sharing a similar panicked look only for both men to calm down when you let out a pleasured laugh.

“It feels too good. You are going to make me cum too fast.”

Shaking his head, Joshua slides along the bed to lay closer to you and Seokmin. A smirk plays on his lips when you look at him, your cheeks warm from your arousal. “Feels that good, huh? What’s so bad about cumming quickly, darling? Doesn’t Seokmin deserve you cumming on his cock a few times? For all the years you two have pined over each other at this point?”

Seokmin groans at the feeling of you clenching around him as Joshua’s hand slides around your throat. You loved the feeling of Joshua’s hands, especially such a gentle touch in a place where your brain started to scream about a sense of danger.

“He does, we both do. You are right, Shua. You’ve always been right. Fuck…I’m sorry.”

Neither of them wanted you to apologize, especially right now but you were overwhelmed with pleasure as Seokmin started to move once again when you pulled him closer with your legs. Joshua simply smiles, his thumb brushing over your throat delicately before he leans to press a kiss to the side of your lips leaning back so Seokmin can kiss you right afterward.

“I want to tell you how much I love you but…fuck I don’t know if that’s okay.”

Seokmin wasn’t even sure he had said the words out loud but Joshua simply smirks raising a brow at your reaction because they were very much said out loud. He could see the way you were looking at your best friend. The two of you had said how much you loved each other many times over but this was different, you knew it, Joshua knew it, and Seokmin was going to understand it.

“Then tell her. I wouldn’t have offered this and let you into our bed if I didn’t realize that you truly had feelings for her, Seokmin. However, before you say those words know what they mean and where they lead, for all of us.”

Seokmin’s hips slow down, your hand sliding along his side causing him to shiver even as he meets Joshua’s eyes briefly before nodding. He was pretty sure he understood what Joshua was saying and he found himself wanting it, wanting it all.

His eyes find yours once again, Seokmin trails his fingers along your jaw as you hold back a soft whine of his name feeling him bury himself deep inside of you once again. You were so close and no matter how much you were trying to hold yourself back you knew there was no way you were going to be able to stop it with how his cock was hitting you so perfectly.

Fingers trace your shoulder down to where Seokmin’s arm begins causing you both to shiver. Joshua waits for Seokmin to finally speak, and when he does Joshua doesn’t look away. Instead, the man watches intently taking in every syllable as if the words were also being spoken to him, because in a way they were.

“Shit, I’m not going to last long baby. I…god, this is not how I’d want to tell you this for the first time. Not that I haven’t said it before but I mean it differently.” He was rambling, but you can’t help but to smile, the warmth of his hand and the way his body was laying against yours felt intimate. You found this to be the perfect time while his body was completely connected to yours.

“I love you so fucking much. I used to hate myself for it, but if you’d let me…if Shua would let me...I’d be part of your life. Whatever that fucking means.”

Your eyes slowly close as your orgasm washes over you. Seokmin’s words fall near the end of his sentence followed by a groan when he feels you clench around him unlike before when you cum.

Burying his face against your neck, Seokmin kisses and sucks at your skin. His thrusts are seemingly deeper after your first orgasm. He seemed driven to send you over that edge one more time, for you to join him as he climaxed.

Moving his hand back from your arm, Joshua allows you and Seokmin the time to be alone in a way sensing that you both need it. Your bodies flush with one another, your moans almost in harmony before you mutter that you are cumming once again.

Seokmin nods, his body almost shaking when you do. He is quick to follow you spilling everything he has into you in thick ropes filling you fully. Soft groans escape the man’s lips as he finally pulls back to kiss his way from your throat to your lips. Hushed whispers of how much he loves you reach your and Joshua’s ears causing you both to smile.

The entire room is quiet for what seems like years until Joshua finally speaks up and leans to push your hair from your face followed by doing the same action to Seokmin getting your attention.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, either of you. I know you are tired, and I am as well but you need to use the bathroom and we are all incredibly sticky. We can not possibly sleep like this. I’ll start a shower, Seokmin could you please get us some water?”

Not waiting for an answer, Joshua slips from the bed heading for the master bathroom with two sets of eyes following him. Seokmin slightly stunned glances at you only to laugh a moment later when you only smile and shrug.

“Is he always like this? He is seriously okay with me being here?”

You lift your hand to run your fingers through Seokmin’s hair much like Joshua had a moment before. The man relaxes into your touch a soft smile crossing his lips as he listens to you speak.

“He has never done anything without a reason, and when it comes to me he’s never done anything to hurt me. Shua goes out of his way to make sure I’m happy and taken care of. Sometimes he does too much, to the point I want to strangle him, but I always know he does things because he loves me.”

Seokmin grins, tilting his head with a nod. You continue to speak even though your eyes follow his lips against your wrist.

“So, if he has decided that this is a good idea…whatever this is, whatever it’s going to become then I trust him. I trust you. You are my best friend, Minnie. You and Shua are my favorite people in the entire world. I’ve never felt safer than I do right now.”

Taking a breath, Seokmin closes his eyes, his lips pressed against the inside of your forearm. He is lost in thought because of your words but he seems to quickly regain himself with a nod. You watch as he slides from you even when you whine not wanting him to go.

“I have to go get some water, Joshua asked for it. He’s right, about a lot of things it seems. I think he wants you to be hydrated after all of that. We could all use some water. Stay here, Peanut. I’ll be back.”

Your eyes trail over Seokmin’s back to his ass as he leaves the room completely bare. You can only sigh feeling suddenly cold and alone even if Joshua was only a room away. Hearing the shower running and the sound of Joshua humming brings a smile back to your face when you realize he is closer.

Joshua’s eyes move over your body, a grin spreading across his lips as he extends a hand for yours. He helps you sit up on the side of the bed before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Are you happy?”

You can’t help but laugh at the question. You felt it was pretty obvious but you still nod making Joshua laugh in response. This was all he ever wanted, you in his life and for you to be happy. He wanted to be part of the reason for your happiness and one of the causes of your happiness.

“I’m glad, darling. We can talk about what all this means but I want to get you clean and situated first.”

Seokmin was doing his best to balance three empty glasses in one arm while holding the pitcher of ice water with the other. A sound of alarm from his mouth alerted Joshua to his situation causing the older man not only to laugh softly but to jump into action moving to take the glasses from him easing his mind.

“This is nicer than I had even anticipated. There were bottles of water, Seokmin.”

“I know, but I saw the pitcher and the water tastes so nice here compared to back at the campus. I thought we could enjoy it while we had it.”

Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s thoughtfulness before nodding holding up the glasses one at a time allowing him to fill each with water. With one in your hands, you take a sip only to get a look from both men that causes you to roll your eyes before you take a large gulp swallowing it down.

“You are both impossible. Joshua was bad enough before but I didn’t have to worry about Seokmin complaining.”

Tipping his glass back, Seokmin all but drains his glass putting it to the side with a shrug. He takes your mostly empty one from your hands allowing Joshua to help you from the bed leading you towards the steamy bathroom as he follows.

“Well, I have a feeling you are just going to have to get used to it, Peanut.”

The early morning light causes Seokmin to grimace, a sound of annoyance slipping from his lips as he turns on the bed. It felt a bit crowded but when he opened his eyes he remembered why and where he was. You were laying against him, your head resting on his arm while your legs lay tangled with Joshua’s.

He didn’t want to move, afraid to wake you or Joshua but a quick glance at the other man caused him to press his lips together. Joshua smiled at him softly, he had been awake for a few minutes now, his fingers lazily running through your hair and along your back to keep you calm and asleep.

“She’s out. We took a lot out of her.”

Joshua’s voice was quiet but Seokmin was able to make out everything he was saying. He would see that Joshua was also right. Nothing seemed to be causing you to stir from your slumber. Soft breaths hit Seokmin’s skin causing goosebumps to spread.

“Shua, we should talk about what happened. What the fuck all of this means, I’ll be honest, I’m really confused.”

That was fair, Joshua thought to himself. Everything had happened fast. Granted not as fast as it could have but given the timing of the trip, it was on day one. He had sprung the situation on both of you knowing the feelings were there.

“What do you want it to mean, Seokmin?”

Taking a deep breath, Seokmin glances down at you sleeping on his chest to shake his head. He knew what he wanted but he was almost afraid to say it. Your words about how Joshua treated you and wanted for you lingered in the forefront of his mind.

“I want to be with her. I don’t want this to end. I like this…waking up like this. I mean fuck, I like talking to you like this. I liked how it was last night with us, but I don’t know what that even means.”

Joshua furrows his brows at Seokmin’s words. He felt the apprehension, and he could understand it. This was all new even to him. He hadn’t put all the pieces together in his mind when he had decided to do this, but he did agree with what Seokmin was saying.

“Yeah, I like it too and last night was great. I enjoyed all of it. I’m curious about where it could go. Where she would want it to go, all of this is of course up to her in the end but it’s also up to you. I can tell you that I want exactly what you want for yourself. I want you to be with, Y/N but that includes me. She is with me so you would also be…with me. I don’t know if that makes any sense.”

Seokmin leans his head back on his pillow to take a breath trying to wrap his mind around the situation that Joshua was presenting to him. He didn’t hate anything the man was saying. It was confusing and different but something that he could very much handle.

“We would all talk about what that means for us but, I couldn’t see this as just a “you are dating my girlfriend on the side” situation. That seemed wrong and unnatural. When I thought about you and Y/N, this felt right. You just fit with us, Seokmin.”

That made Seokmin’s chest tighten slightly. You had been one of the only people in his life to talk to him like that before. To tell him that he fit in anywhere or that he was wanted so to hear it from Joshua Hong unprompted caused his head to spin. Licking his lips, Seokmin glances back over to Joshua with a nod, his hand moving to run through your hair next to Joshua’s.

“I like that. I really like that, Shua.”

You smile against Seokmin’s chest, your legs stretching alongside Joshua’s before you sigh out your own words.

“I really like it too. Good morning.”

Joshua laughs leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder before you turn to meet his lips for a good morning kiss.

“You do? Do you want to be with us both? Everything that comes along with that?”

Seokmin holds his breath watching you with Joshua waiting to see what you will say but when you smile on Joshua’s lips he can’t help but grin.

“You mean you wanna date me?”

Your hand slides along the side of Seokmin’s face up into his hair to gently tug him down so you can kiss him once allowing Joshua to move back just slightly as you do.

“Yes, I do. We all date each other. I believe that’s what I was hearing?”

Seokmin hums against your lips before leaning back to let you look at Joshua who nods to let you know that you are correct. A smile spreads across your lips, you move to your back basking in the feeling of their fingers dancing along your skin before you watch them barely graze each other's hands not pulling away right away. This was exactly what you had needed and wanted without even realizing it.

“I love you both so much.”

Joshua smirks a bit, his larger hand moving Seokmin’s up your side causing you to let out a moan on a breath as they both whisper back that they love you too.

Bonus Headcanons

Before graduation, you had a large diamond on your finger. It had been Joshua’s gift to you when he had gotten accepted to medical school. You had found that to be a bit backward but he insisted that was exactly how he had intended it.

You and Seokmin own a cozy little studio where you showcase and sell your art. Neither of you worrying about money but simply enjoying the art-making process.

Joshua had decided that the studio was more important for you both, so rather than needing to work under anyone else he had bought you both the space and insisted this was how it needed to be.

Seokmin is the one who always jokes about how he and you have a sugar daddy.

Seokmin was the best man at Joshua and your wedding. There is no jealousy about the marriage, instead, this is exactly how Seokmin prefers the relationship.

Joshua’s family is a bit confused about why another person lives in such a large house with Joshua and you but they love Seokmin so much that they have stopped questioning it.

Seokmin has his own wing in the house because out of the entire relationship, he is the one who needs alone time the most.

Over time Seokmin and Joshua got much closer and more sexual making time with them even more erotic and sensual. You find yourself many times enjoying their kisses over your body or watching them exchange your cum from their tongues before one of them will fuck you into the mattress.

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wotw round 1

propaganda under the cut!

will graham:

OMG where do I even start??? A lot of the fandom (not the whole fandom, but a lot of them) are obsessed with Will Graham being traumatized helpless baby boy sub and it's just like… Hello? Did you watch the same show as me?

"Oh no he got his brain caught on fire with encephalitis he needs his big strong psychiatrist Hannibal to take care of him and spoon feed him and protect him from the world"

"Oh he's in love with his friend Alana but she just sees him as a friend and a psychiatric project I just need to wrap him in a blanket and cuddle him and protect him from all these people who hurt him"

Like the list goes on and on but guys, come on. Will Graham lives by himself with his 7 dogs and takes care of all of them. He's an FBI agent. HE'S LITERALLY KILLED PEOPLE BOTH WITH HIS BARE HANDS AND WITH WEAPONS. THIS MAN IS A SCRUFFY OUTDOORSMAN WHO'S LIKE 6'0" AND MAYBE NOT BUILT BUT DEFINITELY NOT SCRAWNY AND IN NEED OF PROTECTING. I think a lot of people get caught up in the fact that Will Graham is played by Hugh Dancy and he was very much a "pretty boy" character in a lot of stuff before he played Will Graham and this is also exacerbated by Hannibal being played by Mads Mikkelsen who is "slightly taller rugged silver fox European man who is going to fix my daddy issues" and since Will and Hannibal are the main couple a lot of people are like "well they can't both be big tough top guys so obviously it's the guy who's slightly bigger and buffer and older"

Will Graham is a 38 year old FBI criminal profiler who has killed dangerous people with his bare hands, went to prison for some time, masterfully manipulated others, also hunts and fishes, and he's like very good at reading people and their motivations. Incredibly smart everyday man.

Sweet JESUS sometimes the fandom makes him out to be more of a helpless puppy than he really is. Granted, even if he has his moments of mental vulnerability, it's never treated as weak by the show. He's managed to persist through some of the hardest situations. AND LIKE I GET IT, HE'S REALLY PRETTY WHEN HE'S IN PAIN AND SUFFERING BUT HE'S NOT!!! A BABY!!! Anyway I've seen a lot of fandom takes where he's been twinkified to high hell or portrayed as helpless/submissive and often it entirely diminishes that he's a grown fucking person (who has KILLED AND WILL DO IT AGAIN).

had encephalitis in s1 so everyone calls him sweaty & got framed for murder so when he actually murders people people say it’s not his fault and that he was manipulated into doing so (how do you manipulate someone into putting down a shotgun and beating someone to death with their bare hands when you’re not even there? fuck if i know. also, the manipulator in question (hannibal, his sort of therapist) actively stopped him from killing someone). “someone help will graham” is an actual tag on ao3. people treat him like a child. he is a serial killer and people act like he can’t even feed himself. it’s terrible. will graham is a liar, a murderer, a cannibal, a manipulator, and i love him for it

jason "jd" dean:

shoutout to my lovely friend who knows who they are who talk abt how jd does no wrong and hes so slay when like. he does slay. he did slay. he slayed three whole people. and tried to slay a school. like, jd does a lot of wrong. all he does is wrong. and sometimes the fandom acts like everything he does is super chill and fine and sane, and ignores what he did altogether. like yea christian slater was fit in the movie. yk whats not fit? homocide

hes also treated like an innocent lil baby who can do nothing for himself but im watching the movie rn and he just bashed veronicas head off of an emergency fire hose, and shes apparently the love of his life

#tournament poll #will graham #hannibal #jason dean #jd #heathers #this is my favorite matchup yet. two lovely men who have something deeply wrong with them. and kill also <3 #wotw #round 1

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demxters · 10 months

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—𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄

frat!bradley bradshaw x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: bradley meets the girl he believes to be his good luck charm at a party. the only problem is, he doesn't have a clue who she is or how to find her again.

wc: 2.1k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname clover), a wild jake and ace appears, explicit swearing, alcohol, college parties, slight nudity, tattoos

the lucky one masterlist || find on ao3

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

You hated your ex with a passion. You knew what he was doing the second you saw his arm around Allison freaking Simpson. Not only was she the dean’s daughter, but she was also one of the top students of their class.

In other words, she was everything you were not. Your ex was trying to prove a point and you hated that it was working.

Deep breathes, you remind yourself, thinking back to the meditation classes you took over the summer.

Your eye twitches at the sound of Allison’s obviously over exaggerated giggles. Tyler Jacobs was not that funny.

“He’s not worth your time,” a soft voice from beside you interrupts your glaring.

It was a girl you recognized from your classes over the years. Quiet, yet incredibly smart and snarky when need be. You’ve never actually talked to her much, but she was thoughtful and much more tolerable than a majority of your peers.

“You used to date Tyler Jacobs, right?” Apparently, she was also very observant.

You cringe at that. “Unfortunately.”

She hums, before returning her gaze to her notes. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you could do much better.”

Now that makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you send her a genuine smile.

You knew she was right. You could do so much better. Tyler was all you’ve known. Dating since high school, prom king and queen, the whole cliche. You just needed to expand your horizons.

After another grueling hour and a half of listening to your professor talk about god knows what, you’re more than relieved to finally be released from class.

The girl beside you packs up with haste, almost like she has somewhere to be.

“Hey, Ace, tell that boyfriend of yours that he can suck my dick!” Tyler yells after her.

“Go screw yourself, Jacobs,” she replies with a flash of her finger.

You wrap your arm around her, noticing the tension in her shoulders as you deliberately announce, “I’ve seen it and trust me, your boyfriend would not be impressed.”

The people around you snicker, making Tyler’s face turn red, and you smirk in satisfaction.

The girl, who you remember was called Ace, is laughing as you guide her out of the lecture hall.

“His face was priceless!” Ace says between laughs.

You shrug with a smile. “I only said what’s true!”

Ace shakes her head. “Amazing.”

A call of her name distracts her, and you both turn to see a tall, blond man jogging toward the both of you.

You won’t lie. He was incredibly good looking. But the way his gaze was set on Ace told you all you needed to know. “The boyfriend, I’m assuming?”

He wraps Ace up in his arms and she playfully rolls her eyes at his display of affection.

“The one and only,” he grins. “Jake Seresin, pleasure to meet you. It’s so nice seeing you branch out, Ace. She is so anti-social, I swear,” he murmurs from the side of his mouth.

She scoffs, smacking her boyfriend on the arm. “Shut up!”

You laugh along with the duo, your heart aching at how in love they were. Even if they didn’t know it yet, you could tell they would be together for a long time. You had a knack for noticing those kinds of things–relationships that were meant to last and matchmaking. You take pride in the fact that you were the one to set up your old high school math teacher with your favorite art teacher. Now, they were happily married and had two kids with one more on the way.

The one person you were unable to help in the love department, however, was yourself. How absolutely ironic.

You used to think Tyler Jacobs was the one. You imagined the two of you growing old together, having kids, and telling them the stories of how the two of you fell in love. Being with him since your freshman year of high school and knowing him since kindergarten made you truly believe that he was the love of your life.

Up until a month ago, when everything came crashing down and everything you thought you knew turned out to be a lie.

“Hey, you should come to the Delta Chi party this weekend,” Jake offers, noticing the sudden lull in conversation.

Ace nods with a smile. “Yeah, something to take your mind off that ex of yours.”

You eye Jake, unable to contain your growing grin. “A frat party?”

Jake winks. “Only the best frat on campus.”

Ace was right, you needed to take your mind off Tyler. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need him–that you never did. Besides, when did you ever say no to a party? “Alright, I’ll be there.”

»»————- ♣︎ ————-««

You’ve been to so many parties, the sweaty bodies and loud music no longer deter you.

Pushing your way through the crowd, you say hi to some familiar faces as you make your way to the drinks.

One of the Delta Chi guys gives you a cup full of cheap beer, which you gladly accept. You continue to wander around the house, only being there once before. With Tyler.

Just even thinking of him makes you nauseous. Downing the rest of your cup, you go back to the keg, desperate for another drink.

Two becomes three.

Three becomes four.

Until, eventually, you’ve lost count and the only thing you can feel is the warmth of the alcohol and the beating of the bass in your chest.

You hardly remember Tyler and Allison nor the aching heartbreak you’ve been going through for over a month now.

It was just you and the dance floor. And maybe a few frat guys and sorority girls you didn’t know the names of but danced with anyways.

Your cup was empty again and you groaned at the realization. You stumble your way back to the drink station, no longer able to control your heavy footsteps and swinging limbs.

Your vision is so hazy that you don’t see the body you haphazardly bump into.

“Holy shit!” the person says as you catch yourself on the table.

He turns around with wide, doe-like eyes. Even through the horribly lit area and hue from the alcohol, you could tell that the guy in front of you was hot. His slightly curly hair was plastered to his forehead through the sheen of sweat that glistened on his skin. You could tell he was muscular, even under the ridiculous Hawaiian shirt he was wearing. And his eyes… you couldn’t pinpoint the exact color they were due to the poor lighting, but they were what you would describe as kind.

He gapes at you like a fish out of water. You catch yourself giggling at his flustered state.

“Are you some kind of good luck charm or something?” He blurts out.

“What?” you slur. You boldly grab his forearm in order to steady yourself from swaying too much. You bite your tongue to hold back a sigh as the smell of cinnamon and faint cologne floods your senses.

“I said, are you some kind of good luck charm or something? Because I just won that shit!” He gestures sloppily to the table where a game of beer pong was set up.

“No way!” You bounce on your toes, feeling giddy from the excitement oozing off the guy in front of you.

He nods vigorously. “I was about to make that shot, but then you bumped into me and I still got it in. That was awesome. You are a good luck charm! You’re like a… like a…”

Your eyes light up as he continues to think. “Like a four leafed clover?”

He snaps his fingers. “Yeah!”

A mischievous grin tugs at your lips while your fingers tug your shirt upwards. Rolling the loose tee you have on so it’s resting just right above your bra, you turn. “You mean like this?”

His gaze zeroes in on the image inked below your right breast, on the edge of your rib cage. There lies a delicately etched four leaf clover.

The tug in your chest is palpable. The pull this guy has on you is strange, yet welcomed. It was unlike anything you’ve felt before, even with Tyler. You wanted to beckon him closer. You wanted him to take his fingers on his large hand and delicately trace the outline of where you are most vulnerable.

Your grip on your shirt loosens as it rolls back down your chest to your abdomen, suddenly feeling self conscious of how forward you were. Great, you just met the guy and now you’re gonna scare him away.

He opens his mouth to speak, gaze glancing back up to meet yours, clearly rendered speechless by the unexpected action before him.

“Yo, Rooster! Come on, someone’s trying to beat your time on the keg!”

He’s interrupted by another guy who shakes his shoulders and pulls him away without another word.

He gives you one last look over his shoulder, one apologetic and full of longing before you lose him in the crowd.

Rooster. What a strange nickname.

You just hope your sober self remembers it tomorrow.

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Bradley can’t tell if the pounding is in his head or coming from his bedroom door. His head feels like a bowling ball and he can barely open his eyes without feeling like he was getting stabbed through his skull.

He rolls over, throwing his pillow over his head. He prays that whoever is on the other side of the door gets the hint and leaves him alone.

Much to his dismay, the person ends up inviting themself in anyway.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Welcome back to the land of the living,” Jake’s irritating Texas drawl rings through his ears.

Bradley groans, tossing his pillow lamely at him. “Go. Away.”

“No can do, Bradshaw. Up! Up! Up!” He shouts, clapping his hands in front of Bradley’s face like a drill sergeant.

Bradley wishes it were Jake in his place right now. In another time, it was Jake that was in his place. Bradley would be the one ushering him and his latest fling out of bed. When he started dating Ace, Jake changed. She straightened him up—made him lose the fuck boy act and be more respectful. Now it was time for Jake to have his fun. He hates how much Jake is enjoying Bradley being on the other end of the stick.

“Go away before I rip your dick off,” Bradley threatens with narrowed eyes.

Jake doesn’t take Bradley’s comment the way he wanted him to. His cackle and the rush of sunlight that enters the room makes Bradley whine pathetically. Even with his eyes squeezed shut, the light from outside was burning through his eyelids.

“Reuben cooked breakfast. Hurry up if you want to eat anything other than bread crusts,” Jake announces before, not so softly, shutting his bedroom door.

Bradley throws his pillow back over his head to block out all the light and sighs. Every time they host a party, he swears that he won’t drink too much. And every time without fail, he ends up blackout drunk and in bed with a sorority girl. Which is why he’s surprised that, for once, he can actually remember the night before. There wasn’t much significance to last night. Just like any other Friday, Delta Chi was throwing another rager. All his friends were there as well as the usual sororities. However, last night at the beer pong table was embedded into his mind.

He could still smell the perfume of the girl he recalls being his good luck charm. He could see her bright smile and the tattoo she willingly flashed at him. A dopey smile tugs at his lips as he reminisces about last night.

His euphoric haze is cut short when he realizes he never even got your name. Bradley didn’t know who you were or who you were with. He finds himself getting more of a headache trying to remember if he has ever seen you at any of the Greek life events on campus. He doubts you were in a sorority. He’s sure he would’ve remembered seeing a face like yours.

The best thing he could do is ask if anyone knew a girl with a clover tattoo, but even that would probably get him nowhere.

The pounding in his chest didn’t settle as he continued to relive the interaction from the night before. If only he hadn’t been pulled away by Omaha, he probably would’ve mustered up enough courage to get your name and number. He maybe would have even asked you out on a date. But he was whisked away in an instant. After the fiasco at the keg, Bradley wandered around the house trying to find you, with absolutely no luck. He didn’t understand what it was, but he was convinced that he needed to see you again. He had to.

Even in his hung over state of mind, Bradley was on a mission. First, he was going to sober up and shower. Then was going to find his four leafed clover.

this one is dedicated to @blue-aconite for this fic and clover wouldn’t exist without you, ily <;3

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Dream Warriors Chapter 9

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 9

Summary: A plan is devised and set in motion to bring the reader back.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, other original characters

Word Count: 3,170

Warnings: Canon typical violence and peril

Author’s Note: The penultimate chapter!!

Read Chapter 8 here.

Dean leads Rowena up to Y/N’s room. He stops at the door and looks at her. The others weren’t going to be on board with this at all. He sighs and holds a hand up for her before going in by himself. Sam looks up and smiles at him, sadly.

“Hey. You made your decision?” He asks. Dean pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I want to try one more thing and if it doesn’t work then…” He trails off, unable to actually say it.

“Try what?” Cas asks. Dean sighs and reaches back, pulling the door open. Rowena smiles as she steps into the room.

“Hello, Boys,” she says. Sam shakes his head quickly.

“No. Hell no,” he says. Dean runs his hands over his face and looks back at his brother, pleading.

“Let’s just see what she knows. Hear her out. She says she owes Y/N and that’s why she’s here,” he tells him. Sam watches as Rowena walks over to your body and examines it. Dean looks over and frowns. “Don’t touch her.” Rowena rolls her eyes before walking over to the book on the table.

“What happened?” She asks, picking it up and opening it. Sam looks at Dean before sighing and looking at her.

“We were on a case. A witch. She put some spell on Y/N and disappeared,” he says. Rowena nods slightly.

“Did you hear the spell?” She asks. Dean shakes his head.

“No. There was too much happening,” he tells her. She nods as she flips through the pages casually.

“Did the witch disappear or run away?”

“Pretty sure she disappeared,” Dean says. Rowena closes the book and holds it close to her chest.

“Has she been inexplicably injured?” She asks. Dean looks at her and nods, crossing his arms.

“Yea. She got a burn randomly and then…a lot worse,” he says. She smiles and nods.

“Somnium clipeum. It’s the Dream Shield,” she says.

“Dream Shield?” He asks. She nods, setting the book back on the table.

“It’s very complicated but a perfect escape route,” she says. The others wait expectantly as she walks back over to you. “The victim falls into a very deep sleep and the caster takes refuge in their subconscious.” The three men all stare at her.

“You’re saying the witch is actually…inside Y/N?” Sam asks. Rowena nods once.

“That’s impossible,” Cas says. The witch snorts a laugh.

“Says the graceless angel,” she says. Dean shakes his head quickly.

“How does this work?” He asks. “What’s happening in her head?”

“Whatever the witch wants. If she’s smart, she’s just hiding in some fantasy world created to keep Y/N asleep,” she explains. “However, since she’s been injured, I’d guess she’s toying with her instead.”

“What’s the point though? What happens if Y/N dies?” Sam asks. Rowena shrugs her shoulder.

“Your witch can take control,” she says. Dean frowns quickly.

“She’s trying to take Y/N’s body?” He asks. Rowena nods and Dean runs his hands over his face. “What can we do?”

“Nothing. There’s no reversal spell. No true love’s kiss,” she teases, earning a glare from Dean. “Y/N has to kill the witch in order to regain control,” Dean frowns and looks over at your body.

“Y/N’s smart. She’ll figure it out,” Sam says. Dean shakes his head.

“So, we just sit and wait?” He asks. Sam frowns and Rowena glances between them.

“Smart as Y/N is, the witch gains more control every minute she’s there. Killing her will be incredibly difficult,” she tells them.

“Is there anything we can do? Anything at all to help her?” Dean asks. Rowena walks over to the window as she thinks.

“There may something but it’s incredibly risky,” she says.

“What?” Dean questions.

“I could try to send her a message,” she tells him. Dean nods and looks at Sam who shrugs.

“A message how?” The younger brother asks. She turns back to look at them.

“I change the spell a little and I can send someone else in,” she says. Dean nods.

“I’ll do it,” he says. Sam sighs and glances at him.

“What’s the catch? The risk?” He asks.

“If Y/N dies, Dean will be lost as well. If Dean dies in the dream, he dies in real life,” she says. Dean shrugs his shoulders.

“I’ll do it,” he says again. Sam shakes his head and turns to his older brother, but Dean cuts him off before he can speak. “You aren’t talking me out of this. I can’t lose her, Sam. I can’t. She’s…everything.” His voice breaks and Sam sighs. He knew how important you were to Dean. He’d known long before Dean did.

“What do we do?” He asks, looking back at Rowena.

“I’ll need to gather ingredients and I won’t be able to do it here,” she says. Dean frowns and looks over at your body.

“How do we get her out of here?” He asks.

“I can help with that,” Arnold says, raising his hand in his seat. They all look over, having forgotten he was even in the room. Dean smiles a little and nods.

“Alright. Arnold and I will get her to the bunker. You three go get the stuff for the spell,” he says, looking at Sam.

Rowena gets a list of ingredients together. Sam splits it between himself and Cas before the three leave to get everything. Dean looks over at Arnold.

“What’s the plan?” He asks. Arnold stands and straightens out his tie.

“Let me do the talking. You sit there and look heartbroken for your dying wife,” he tells him. Dean nods and falls into the seat next to your bed. Arnold presses the call button and a nurse answers over the speaker. He asks to speak with the doctor. A few minutes later, the doctor comes into the room.

“Is everything okay?” She asks Dean, glancing at Arnold. He nods slightly and Arnold clears his throat, pulling a business card from his suit pocket.

“Good evening, Doctor. My name is Arnold Freidman, attorney,” he says, handing her his card. She takes it and looks at it before looking back at him. “I represent the Winchesters.”

“Okay,” she says, nodding.

“Mrs. Winchester doesn’t have long left, correct?” He asks. The doctor frowns and nods.

“Off the ventilator, she’d probably only have two maybe three hours,” she tells him. Arnold nods and sticks his hands in his pockets.

“Mr. Winchester has made a decision. He’d like to take his wife home so she can be comfortable and surrounded by family,” he tells her. She looks down at Dean to find he’s grasping your hand in his.

“Very well. I’m sorry we couldn’t do more to help,” she apologizes. Dean nods slightly and she looks back at Arnold.

“The family has gone on to get things ready and make sure everyone has a chance to get there to say goodbye. We’ll need a few hours,” he says. She nods and leaves the room. Dean lets out a breath and looks at Arnold.

“That was easy,” he says. Arnold smiles a little and moves back to his seat. “Now we just wait for the word that they’re ready.”

The two stay at the hospital and Dean finishes up your paperwork with Arnold’s help. Sam eventually calls Dean and tells him they have all the ingredients and Rowena has begun to work. Arnold informs the doctor that they’re ready and she releases your body to them. Dean lays you in the back seat much to the doctor’s dismay and thanks Arnold for all his help.

Dean drives back as fast as he can, constantly glancing back at you in the back seat to make sure you’re still breathing. As he approaches the bunker, you begin to thrash around once again. He looks back to find your side is bleeding.

“Dammit,” he roars, punching the gas a little harder. He whips the car into the garage and jumps out as Sam comes in. “Something happened,” he calls to his brother. Sam runs back out the door as Dean pulls you from the backseat. He carries you all the way to your bedroom where the others are waiting before laying you on the bed. Ripping your shirt open, they all stare in horror at the wound in your side.

“That’s a gunshot wound,” Sam says. Dean rolls your shirt up and presses it against the wound as Cas rushes from the room. He comes back a minute later with some supplies, alcohol, a needle, and thread.

“We don’t have much time,” Rowena points out. Dean frowns and looks at Sam then back at the witch.

“Can he stitch her up while you do the spell? Will that work?” He asks. Rowena nods and Cas takes Dean’s place, pressing against the wound. “What do I need to do?”

“Drink this,” she tells him, holding up a glass. It’s filled with a thick, dark substance almost resembling cough syrup. Dean takes it and downs it quickly, no hesitation. “Lie down and close your eyes,” she instructs. Dean glances over at Sam who has just begun to clean your wound. He lies down next to you on the bed and takes your hand in his.

“Be careful,” Sam tells him, looking up from his work. Dean nods once before closing his eyes. Rowena holds her hands above his body as she begins to chant in Latin. Cas watches her as Sam works, stitching up your side. She drops her hands then sits in a nearby chair.

“Did it work?” Sam asks, rising to his feet as he wipes his hands off on a towel. She looks at him, insulted.

“Of course it worked,” she says. Sam nods and looks at the bodies of two of the people who mean the most to him.

“What do we do now?” He asks.

“We wait,” she tells him. He frowns and shakes his head.

“I need a drink,” he mumbles before leaving the bedroom.

***

Dean opens his eyes and sits up, looking around. He’s on the ground outside a bar that seems vaguely familiar. He rises to his feet and brushes himself off before pushing the door open. Music greets him instantly, your favorite song blaring from the jukebox. He looks around and only spots you sitting at the bar, a bottle of whiskey and a glass sat in front of you. You look over and frown.

“Great,” you mumble, looking back at your glass. You down it quickly and stand up. “So, who are you supposed to be this time?”

“What?” Dean asks. You shrug your shoulders and cross your arms.

“Best friend? Husband? Boyfriend? High school sweetheart who went away to the war?” You ask, mostly to yourself. Dean stares at you and shakes his head.

“It’s me, Y/N. You’re under a…”

“A spell. I know,” you tell him. He nods and starts to walk over.

“Okay. You remember the spell and the witch?” He asks. You roll your eyes and turn back to the bar.

“I don’t like this one. Can we hit fast forward?” You ask no one in particular. Dean reaches you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, I’m here. You’re dying out there. Rowena showed up, said she owes you for something. She sent me in to help,” he says. You turn on your barstool before downing another glass of whiskey. Looking him over, you start to laugh.

“This is the most convincing one yet. Although, you’ve never shown up here before. She only puts me here when she’s resting so I’m always alone,” you say, reaching up and touching his cheek. He turns into your hand and puts his own over yours.

“You have to believe me, Y/N. We’ve got to kill her or she’ll take over your body,” he tries to convince you. It almost works but you know it’s too good to be true. You shake your head and lean back against the bar behind you.

“You know I’ve tried to kill her. It never works. She knows what I’m thinking before I do,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. The music on the jukebox stops and you sigh, looking over. “Last call.”

“What?” Dean asks, glancing over at it.

“She’s got a new one ready to go. The music only plays when, ugh…I’m on hold,” you laugh. Dean looks at you and frowns.

“Y/N,” he says. You put a finger over his lips and look around.

“You remember this place?” You ask. He looks around the bar and shakes his head slightly.

“I recognize it but I can’t place it,” he says. Your arms wrap around his neck and he looks at you suddenly, taken aback at your affectionate gesture.

“This is where we celebrated my first successful hunt,” you tell him. He looks back around and nods, remembering.

“Right. We got so drunk that night,” he says. You laugh and nod before yawning.

“Here it comes,” you mumble, slumping against his chest. He frowns as he looks down at you.

“Y/N??” He calls trying to wake you up. The room grows dark and he feels your weight slip from his arms. “Y/N??”

Light begins to grow around him slowly and he realize he’s in a different room now. He’s standing just inside the front door of a house. Footsteps approach from the top of the stairs in front of him and he frowns, peeking up. You come down towards him, a big smile on your face and a hand resting on your suddenly very pregnant belly.

“You’re home early. Everything okay?” You ask stopping in front of him. He stares down at your stomach. “Dean? What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching up and touching his cheek. Dean meets your eyes now and you smile. “Babe, you okay?” You ask.

“You’re pregnant,” he says, voice shaky. You laugh and nod.

“Yea. Congrats, it’s yours,” you say before standing up and kissing him. His eyes widen quickly when your lips meet for the briefest of moments. “I’m gonna go start dinner.” He stares after you as you go into the kitchen before shaking his head.

“This isn’t real. Calm down,” he tells himself before following you quickly. “Y/N, we need to talk.” You glance over at him as you start to chop some green peppers.

“What is it?” You ask. He takes a deep breath.

“This is gonna sound crazy but…this isn’t real. You’re under a spell. It’s got you in a coma, dreaming like this. It’s gonna kill you if we don’t act fast,” he says. You stare at him for a moment, shocked, hands starting to shake.

“What?” You ask, your voice trembling. Dean walks over and takes the knife from your hands carefully.

“You have to believe me. We have to go kill this witch or you’re gonna die,” he says. Your eyes fill with tears as you look up at him.

“Are you…are you really here?” You asks. He nods quickly.

“I am. Rowena cast another spell so I could help you,” he explains. The tears slip over as a sob breaks through your chest.

“Oh my God,” You cry, throwing your arms around his neck. He sighs and wraps you up in a tight hug.

“You believe me?” He asks, rubbing your back soothingly. You nod your head as your cry.

“You’re either really here or this is more elaborate than her normal dreams,” you tell him, wiping at your eyes. He looks down at you and his eyes fall to your stomach again.

“This is weird,” he says. You look at him then down and run a hand across the significant bump.

“You’re telling me,” you say. “I usually play along with the dreams now. It’s the easiest way to get to her.” He nods and reaches a hand out, hesitating.

“So this…this is supposed to…supposed to be mine?” He asks. You laugh lightly and nod, allowing him to touch your stomach.

“Our little miracle baby apparently,” you tell him. He raises an eyebrow at you. “I have my own memories and the ones that she plants. Several miscarriages and years of fertility treatments led to this little guy. Any day now,” He nods, eyes still glued to his hand on your stomach.

“How, ugh…how do we find her?” He asks.

“She always makes herself known. She’s never not been in one of these. Bit of a drama queen,” you say. Dean nods slightly and you reach up, lifting his chin to meet his eyes. “You can stop panicking. This isn’t real.”

“I’m not panicking,” he says. You smile and shake your head.

“So, what’s been going on out there?” You ask him. He sighs and his hands come to rest on your waist.

“We got you to the hospital and they didn’t have a clue. It got even weirder when you started getting hurt randomly. Whatever happens here, happens to you for real. A burn, broken ribs…just before I got here, you ended up with a gunshot wound or something,” he says. You frown and nod.

“Yea, that was a weird one. Very…Bonnie and Clyde,” you tell him. He nods slightly.

“We don’t have a lot of time. She’s draining your body. You were on a ventilator, but we had to get you back to the bunker for the spell. We have an hour, maybe,” he says. You frown and shake your head, as you think.

“I don’t know what to do, Dean. I’ve tried to kill her, I have. But she…”

“Knows what you’re thinking before you do. Right,” he says, nodding. You sigh and runs your hands over your face.

“Okay. Best way to find her is to play her game. So, we just…go about our business,” you tell him, taking a step back. “Dinner.” You turn back to your cutting board and pick the knife up before a pain shoots through your side causing you to scream out. Dean rushes to your side and wraps an arm around your waist.

“What is it??” He asks. You shake your head, cradling your stomach.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, dropping to your knees. Dean goes down with you, holding you close.

“I’ll say so,” another voice says from the other side of the room. You both look up to find the witch standing in the entrance to the kitchen. “You aren’t the Dean I created.” You scream out again and grab at your stomach.

“Stop this!!” Dean tells her. The witch smirks and crosses her arms.

“It’s only a matter of time now,” she says.

***

Rowena’s sitting in the chair still, the spell book open in her lap. Sam and Cas are both standing in the room, waiting.

“This book,” Rowena starts, flipping pages delicately. “It’s…ancient.”

Your body begins to thrash in the bed and they exchange looks before rushing to your side. Cas tries to hold you steady as Sam checks your pulse.

“She’s fading fast,” he says, frowning up at Cas.

***

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