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Dance party! (Ha, get it?)
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x: finals are coming up, so i'm gonna be very busy, but i'm still writing y'all (this is the most consistent i've been lol) (excuse any errors of course) Hope you guys enjoyyy! leave comments... please. I love your comments.
content: Imani has a crush on Roman. Their friend group goes on live and her secret comes to the light. She thought that she was going to be rejected and move on, but things never go the way people expect. Roman Reigns x Imani, 18+ MDNI, oral (m recieving), cowg!rl, creamp!e
Imani loved weekend kickbacks. Time to chillax with her favorite people, and get her mind off of things. It was moments like these she waited for. Drinks and joints in rotation, and endless fun for hours to come. Jimmy, Jey, Roman, Trinity Talia, and Imani. She wishes that she was only thinking about the good vibes that circulated in the atmosphere, but she was focused on something else. It wasn’t like she was necessarily trying to focus on Roman, but it was inevitable when she could see him so clearly from the kitchen. She knew that having a crush on him could possibly mess up the bond that the group has, but he was so gravitating, He was perfect in her eyes. She basically textbook described him when Trinity and Talia asked her to describe her dream man: Tall, muscular, sweet, absurdly attractive, charismatic, humorous, dedicated. God, she could go on to name every single one of his attributes that she loved. She tried to brush it off as a mistake at first, but there was no part about this that was a mistake. He had a tight grip on her, and he wasn't even aware. She wonders what would happen if he felt the same way. If those pretty brown eyes she daydreamed about would reciprocate the love she was anxiously waiting to give him. She could only imagine all of the things she could do for him, to him, and provide him. If she had him all to herself, how they would spend their nights alone. How it would feel to be wrapped in his embrace. How it would feel to get lost in him between the sheets for hours, and repeat it again the next day. If she had him all to herself.
“WE GETTIN TURNT!” Talia raised her glass in the air and yelled out to her viewers, watching her through the small rectangular frame. Jimmy came around the corner with uno cards in his hands as the six of us gathered around the table. Roman, Trinity, or Jey would pop into the frame to answer a couple of questions while Jimmy shuffles the cards and Imani gathers multiple bottles to bring to the table. “Mani! They have some questions for you!” Imani joins her party, sitting the bottles on the table and scanning through the comments.
‘Do you get to go backstage with the bloodline?’
“Yes! It's amazing, I'm not gonna lie.”
‘Please do a makeup tutorial!’
“Maybe, I don't have a youtube channel.”
‘Seen any guys that have caught your eye?’
“A couple, but they ain’t nothin’ important.”
“Oh word?” Talia and Trinity both look at her with curious faces, but Imani just giggles and goes back to answering questions.
“Ooh this is a good one. Kiss, marry, fuck: Jason Momoa, Michael B. Jordan, and Roman Reigns,” Talia reads out loud. That question got everyone’s attention. Jimmy stopped fidgeting with the cards and Roman and Jey both put their phones down impatient for her answer. “Well?” Talia was definitely setting her up, and she could feel it. Thank god for her brown skin that covered her fastly spreading blush. “Do I have to answer this?” “Yes, you do. I'm intrigued now,” Trinity says, as Imani quickly takes a double take at the entire table to see them all staring at her. She sighs before surrendering and thinking hard about the question.
“I’ll… kiss… Michael B. Jordan, fuck Jason Momoa, and marry Roman Reigns.” She instantly regretted answering the question before Trinity pried at Imani to get out more information that everyone was itching to know. “Hmm, why marry Roman?” She quickly swiped her drink off of the table and took a long sip, hiding her face. In all honesty, she wanted to say that it was the easiest choice, but that would only make her sound suspicious. And that was not a conversation that she wanted to have in front of quite literally everyone. “I'm not interested in the other guys like that.” “So you’re interested in Roman?” ‘Wait- wait! Noo that's not what I meant!’
“No, I just wouldn't marry the other two men. It’s not that deep Trin,” Imani says, a failed attempt at dismissing the conversation. “You’ve never gotten this defensive before… don’t tell me that you in your feelings.” She could see Talia smirking at the corner of her eyes. She knew she had to stop this fast. “You’re reaching Talia,” Imani says, laughing to herself. “Oooooh Imani wants the Tribal Chief, huh?” Never in her life had she ever been more embarrassed. “Jimmy, for the love of god, please start dealing the cards,” Imani says, covering her face, her words muffled by her hands. Everyone laughs, finding amusement in her nervousness. She anxiously waited for Jimmy to start dealing the cards so this moment could pass.
11:27 pm
Several rounds of uno and spades passed, and the guests were slowly starting to make their way out. She noticed Talia, Trinity, Jey, and Jimmy momentarily texting throughout the night, which would probably explain why the four of them were explaining the consequence of Imani losing a couple of rounds. “Sooooo we thought of something. Don’t be mad! It’s just a punishment for losing so much,” Talia says, sticking out her tongue. “Your punishment is that you have to ask Roman to fuck you.” ‘ASK ROMAN TO WHATT!?!?’
Her surprised face told them everything they needed to know. “You'll be fine. Uce will probably be down to fuck either way,” Jey says. Imani gave Talia a death glare, making Talia laugh. “You’re trippin’ girl. Just approach him with the right energy and make him want to stay with you. I guess this answers the question of if you have a crush on him or not.” Before she could defend herself, Roman walks in from the restroom and the four of them are gone in the blink of an eye. ‘These trifling’ heifers’
“Guess they all left. I should be on my way out then. Thank you for the food and dr-” She steps in front of him, stopping him from exiting out the front door. He looks at her with confusion. “You okay?” Her heart was beating fast. She didn't fully think out what she was going to do after she stepped in front of him, but it was now or never.
“Fuck me.”
“...what?”
“F-fuck me.” She couldn't look him in the eye the second time. The pressure weighing on her shoulders was too much. But the thing that was racking her brain the most was how close they were. She felt like this was a disaster taking place in real time. She hears a soft chuckle, looking up to see him lightly smiling at her. “Was this your punishment for losing?” She nods, and his smile stays fixed on his face. “Do you want me to?”
‘...did he say what I think he just said?’
Her mind is searching for an answer, a reason to say no. But she can't find any. As embarrassing and confusing this was, she had daydreamed about this moment. Maybe he was just being nice and would give her a quick fuck to fulfill the punishment. That idea became her leading thought. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomf-” “Do you want me to fuck you Imani?”
‘Shit he’s not joking.’
She slowly nods, which prompts him to lock the front door behind you. Her head was spinning, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. “Ask me again.”
“Fuck me, please,” She says nervously, eyes returning her shiny tile floors. “I don’t believe you sweetheart. Ask me again.” His hand gently grabs at her chin, making Imani look at him. Once they made eye contact, she knew that she was done for. She was already feeling weak from just looking at him. She took a deep breath before finally saying, “Please fuck me Roman.”
He wasted no time pulling her into a heated kiss. Not that she minded. This felt like a wonderful dream that she didn't want to wake up from. Only this wasn't a dream, it was real life. She finally got to feel the body that she had been drooling over. Right now, he was hers, and she was going to make the most of it.
Her curious hands creeped along his captivating body while they explored each other’s mouths, dragging her hands up his torso from underneath his shirt. He pulled away from her soft lips to trail wet kisses from her cheek to her neck. “Not shy anymore huh?” She couldn't be shy. Her desire for him had completely taken over. “I really need you right now Roman,” She pants out.
“Bedroom?” She nods and takes his hand in hers, leading the way to her bedroom. The sway of her hips only made Roman more aroused, as he silently admired her body from behind.
They enter her bedroom and she doesn't get a chance to close the door before being pulled into his arms again, temporarily hoisting her in the air to lay her on the spacious bed. He pulls her into another messy kiss, setting his focus on getting rid of their bothersome clothes. He quickly tore his shirt from his body and she did the same with hers. Their lips connected again, moving in harmony. He started to make his way down her body, but she squeezed his shoulders, signaling him to stop. “I wanna make you feel good first.” Roman was surprised to say the least. He kissed her tummy and replied, “Are you sure?” She gives him a confident nod, with those big doe eyes and her beautiful smile. “Alright, what do you want me to do?” “Let’s switch places.”
She scooted to the side, giving him room to lay down on the bed. She crawled down to his waist, tugging both his sweatpants and boxers down. His dick springs out of his pants, finally free from cloth restraints. Her eyes locked with his before lowering down to lick the underside of him; from his balls to his mushroom tip. A wad of spit drips from her mouth and lands on his length, using her hand to lather him up. His soft hums let her know that he was feeling good, and she was determined to make him feel a whole lot better.
Her juicy lips start at his tip, giving small kitten licks before taking the tip in her mouth. Her warm mouth felt so good on his dick. He didn't know that Imani was this nasty. She gives him kisses up and down his shaft before taking him in her mouth again.
She didn’t waste any time trying to tease him. He was big, and filled mer mouth well, but it’s nothing she's never handled before. Before she continued, the warmth of her mouth left him once again. “Can you record this?” Just when he thought she couldn't get more nasty.
“Record?” She nodded her head. “Only if you’re comfortable.” “I’m more than comfortable,” Roman says, while reaching into his sweatpants pocket. He grabs his phone and opens the camera app, pressing record. “It’s recording, baby.”
She smiles at the camera, curling her fingers around the base of his dick and tapping him against her tongue. She takes him in her mouth again for the final time, keeping her hand put at the base. She bobs her head slowly, swiveling her head from left to right.
She keeps moving slowly, making sure to fit all she can in her mouth. Her hand that stayed curled around his base, moved in juxtaposition, stroking the rest of him that her mouth couldn't get to. “Goddamn baby, that mouth feels so good. I need that mouth around my dick all the time.” She moans in response, giving him vibrations that made him feel oh so good. She had him moaning and groaning. She didn't mind that at all. She got a big ego boost that he was so vocal from her mouth working its magic. She took note of every moan, every twitch, and any reaction he made. Right now, she was focused on his pleasure.
His grip on his phone tightened, trying his best to keep his composure. She moved her head faster, still bobbing up and down, and using her hand to stroke his remaining inches. “Ahh s-shit mama, you keep sucking my dick like that and imma cum in your mouth.” She looks at him, already staring at her every move while she’s giving him euphoria like pleasure. She moans around his dick again, feeling her panties dampen. Her other hand massaged his balls lightly. Her slurping sounds made him close to coming.
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Those innocent eyes staring into him as he recorded her doing such lewd things. He tried his best not to tangle his hands in her hair and fuck her mouth full of him. But her mouth felt so good, and he wanted nothing more than to cum in her mouth. He couldn’t help himself when his hands disappeared into her hair, planting his feet on the bed and fucking up into her mouth. She put her hands behind her back, letting him use her as he pleased. His thrusts were quick, but soft, his balls slapping against her chin. “Oh fuck! I’m coming mama, ooh I'm comin’.” He kept her head steady while coming deep in her throat, and she accepted with jubilation.
She bobbed her head a few more times, trying her best to overstimulate him the most she can, until his hand grabs her chin, lifting her up. “Slow down princess,” He says, ending the recording. She crawls up to meet him, giving him a quick passionate kiss. “See how good you taste?” Roman chuckles at her boldness. “Your turn. Lie down,” He says, trying to sit up, but fails due to her pushing him back down on the bed. “I need that dick right now daddy.”
“You don’t want me to eat that pussy?” She runs her hand through her messy hair. “God yes I do, but I need you to fuck me right now.” Her eyes did more pleading than her words.
“I wanna record this too,” she says, looking down at his chest, tracing the intricate tattoo. He feels around the bed, finally grabbing the phone and reopening the camera app. “Can you prop it up somewhere? I want you to be able to touch me.” “Already on it baby.” He climbed back further on your bed, propping the phone up against the lamp on the nightstand. While he did that, she slid off her shorts and panties, throwing them behind her. He pressed record again, and instructed her to adjust herself so the camera could capture everything.
His hands landed on her ass as they both observed themself. His hands felt so good kneading her ass, and she saw his eyes drinking in every part of her body. He couldn't keep his hands off of her curvaceous body, and he didn't want to. “You like it?” Her soft hands massaged his shoulders, making him groan softly. “I love it baby, love this ass.” An unexpected slap to her ass made her jump. “You sound so good, daddy.” His hands move her hips along his dick, grinding her body against his.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” She shies away from his gaze, a sudden flash of embarrassment runs through her body. She had forgotten about all of her feelings of distress and nervousness and realized that she was running on arousal and adrenaline. “A-a couple of months.” He lifts her hips and grabs his length, rubbing the tip along her slit. A few rubs up and down her slickness before impaling her on his dick. They moan simultaneously, relishing in the mind numbing pleasure. “You been thinking about taking this dick baby?” She gives him small head nods, still captured by the feeling of him inside of her. His hands cupped her chin, turning her head to the direction of the phone, steadily recording them. His hands were full of her ass, moving her up and down his shaft slowly. His unsteady breaths and her elongated moans were harmonious. “Go ‘head then. Bounce that ass on my dick.”
Her eyes focused on him as she steadied herself, her hands placed on either side of his head. She throws her ass back, his thighs catching it every time. His eyes were still glued to the phone, watching her beautiful body on top of him. But it wouldn’t be long until he faced her again, her soft titties hanging in front of his face. She had daydreamed about fucking Roman, and she was finally doing it. It gave her confidence knowing that he couldn't keep his hands off of her body. Her facial expression told her exactly how she was feeling. It was almost overwhelming how sexy she was. Beautiful smile, sexy body, paired with addicting moans that made him want to fuck her all night long.
“Mmm~ look at you taking daddy’s dick. You’re doing so good,” Roman pants, grabbing at her breasts. His gentle praises and gruff voice was enough to make her cum. His dominating presence, his words, his touch. This man had her mind running laps. Even though he wasn’t putting in any effort, he was hitting all the right spots.
Her words were slurred, eyes rolled back, mouth wide open spewing salacious moans. Her hips slowed down, the constant rhythm created by her ass and his thighs meeting no longer lasted while she hid in the crook of his neck. Her body was decorated with a sheet of sweat that didn’t take away from her golden hue. “Look at me.” She rested on her elbows, locking her eyes onto his. Their faces were laced with lust, an unsatisfied want for each other.
His strong arms caged her in, preventing her from squirming or escaping. She was still catching her breath while Roman planted his feet on the bed again. He places a tender kiss on her cheek before fucking up into her. She grabbed on to any part of his body that could, her eyes fluttering shut. A harsh slap to her ass makes her scream in pleasure. “I said look at me,” Roman says, demanding her full attention.
“Ohhh- my god! You feel so fucking g-good!” Roman loved watching her unravel. How she screamed for glory while he fucked her. God, he could make this his favorite hobby. Making her cum over and over again. “Mhm- fuckk- keep talking to me baby.” Her mind was foggy. She could only focus on one thing right now, how good he was dicking her down. Roman was making her feel so good. She looked at his phone propped up on the nightstand again to see their reflection. Her ass rippled from his hard strokes. That sight alone had her ready to cum. “Shhit! I’m finna cum on that big ass dick!” “Yeah? You finna cum?”
Her nails dug into his broad shoulders, feeling a knot build up in her stomach. “Cum with me Imani, let me feel you cum around my dick.”
Her eyes shut as she came, her orgasm hitting like a dam breaking, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. His hips slowed down, but still gave her deep strokes, coming deep inside her. High pitched moans and deep grunts filled the room. His hands lazily grab her hips, allowing her to move again. She reached to grab the phone and ended the video, dropping the phone somewhere as she laid limp against his chest. His thumbs worked small circles as they both caught their breath. “I’m gonna take a shower when I get up, wanna join me?” Imani hears him chuckle, still working small circles into her hips. “Nah, we’re not done. I gotta eat that pussy, Imani.”
If these were the punishments she got for losing in spades, maybe losing wasn't so bad after all.
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the more that keeps on giving - p.gavi
part three of the fake it mini series | previous part | next part
warnings: google translated Spanish
NOW
“what’s with that face?”
he knows the look on your face. he’s seen you give your brothers that same look, and he’s been on the receiving end of it a few times. it’s contorted sour look with anger mixed in, it settles into his stomach like acid that makes his heart drop.
“I’m not your girlfriend.”
you could throw your heels into his face— maybe poke out his eyes like you’d wanted done to you this evening—if you mustered up the energy, but you’re so tired from faking smiles and shaking hands that a glare into his soul will just have to do.
“oh,” his face falls, eyes focused on his hands into his lap, “I messed up, I know I’m sorry.”
an apology won’t cut it, and you’re too tired to form words, you just let him put the car in drive and take you back to your apartment. you listen in on the sound of the cars that whip past you while pressing your forehead into the cold glass.
he fights every instinct in his body to talk to you. he knows you just need space and he needed time to think over his words. why did he let that slip out? you were platonic friends who’d grown up together and hung out occasionally as adults, but you were definitely not dating. there was a time in his life where he wished he was dating you, but he knew every guy went through that phase with their girl best friends.
pulling into your apartment complex’s parking lot, he puts the car in park, “do you need me to walk you up?” he finally asks. it takes you a second to realize you’re home, after all that daydreaming about city life, and wishing you could’ve drank your way through the evening, you sat feet away from the entrance to your apartment.
“oh no it’s okay.” you shoot him a small smile collecting your things that had seemingly fallen onto the floor. the leather and black interior looked spotless compared to last night, you wondered when he had the time to take the car in for a cleaning.
“you sure?”
“positive.” you flash him a confirming smile while opening the passenger door, “drive safe, Pablo—“
“do you think you can do me one more favor?”
a sigh leaves your lips. you lower your head down so he can see the same sour mixed with angry expression, “does have to do with fake girlfriending?”
“and a hundred euros. you in?”
“text me the details.”
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the hundred euros sit in the pocket of your wallet. you follow Pablo around with your sweaty hand in his and spend another two hours pretending to care about fashion, modeling, and a mixture of drama that bores you to death.
if this is what a wag life was like, you could for sure stop wishing for Ruben Dias every night before bed, this certainly was not the life you’d want.
“Pablo tells us you guys met when you were kids? what was he like?”
a snort escapes your nose, and trying your best to cover it up you situate yourself into a more comfortable position between the few of them that were eager to hear about young gavi’s antics. although they were all the same, tantrums and ankle biting you somehow survived it all to tell the tale.
“like he is now, but he’s much more tamed and mild than he was as a kid.” you glance in his direction and lucky enough for you, he knows those eyes need saving. it’s not uncommon for you to have a conversation about Pablo, in fact he’s a lot of your conversations now, but having to pretend you love him was unfamiliar territory.
“oh god I’m afraid to even know more.”
you feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your shoulders, a whiff of cologne that’s familiar and brings you to a calmer state. you relax into his arms and listen to his heartbeat against your head.
“I wasn’t a bad kid. misguided is what they call it nowadays.”
another uncontrollable snort leaves your mouth that makes you look up at him. he flashes a devilish smile that would’ve made you run when you were kids, but you stay seated now. you’re thankful the ankle biting and screaming was just a phase. you’re not sure when that anxiety stopped.
“I have a hard time believing y/n was ever misguiding you.”
“no not her! her brothers! she was little miss princess sitting on her throne.”
you roll your eyes playfully feeling the heat in your body rise. you hated this amount of attention. you know you’d have to get used to it since gavi was such an international superstar, but you couldn’t even handle five women pestering you with questions before needing saving.
“yet somehow I always became a victim to your ankle biting.”
the women find your comment amusing, and while Pablo doesn’t he just mutters a ‘whatever’ and presses a gentle kiss into your hair, “es-tu prêt à quitter la princesse?”
“si.”
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“you survived another day as my girlfriend.”
you fight the urge to roll your eyes and just offer him your best fake smile, “hardly. thanks for saving me though.”
“eh with more practice you’ll get better.”
giving him a sideways look, that smile rises to his lips again and the anxiety that once was dug deep resurfaces to your stomach. that look is never good.
“relax I’m not going to bite your ankles,” he playfully pressed his hands to your shoulder giving you a shove, “but you are invited to sit in the box for el clasico. it’s important you’re there for me, all the girls are and it would be weird if you weren’t.”
“a hundred more euros?”
“you’re going to make me broke aren’t you?”
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The Arrow and his Outlaw
Roy Harper x Male! Reader (pride month y’all)
Happy pride 🏳️🌈 love you all
Warning: some swearing, sex and some violence
The wall in the bedroom was a wall you had seen probably a thousand times now, but for some reason when we are daydreaming, we stare at the wall like we’ve never seen it before.
This was no exception as your boyfriend got ready in the bathroom, having showered and taken ages to get ready.
‘How’s my outfit?’ Roy said as he walked in the room, you smiled as you looked at him.
‘Lovely’ you winked, Roy furrowing his brows a little.
‘You sure?’ Roy asked for reassurance, you nodded as you chuckled.
‘Baby, you look fine’
‘I don’t wanna look fine, I want to look great’ Roy huffed, about to go to the dresser to get some clothes.
You stood and grabbed his hand, getting his attention.
‘Baby, you look good no matter what you wear’ you kiss Roy.
Roy is taller than you by inches as well as older than you, by a couple of years. Sometimes though, it is like you’re the older one. Roy is the alpha when it counts.
‘Ok, you’ve convinced me’ Roy laughs, kissing you back. Rubbing a hand down your backside while the other holds the back of your head.
The kiss gets deep as you begin to pull at the collar of Roy’s shirt, him laughing into the kiss.
‘Fuck’ you exhale, Roy going down to bite a little at your neck.
Roy has a way with his words but he tends to let his actions speak louder, sometimes his actions scream what he wants.
There has been times when Roy has had a rough night on patrol, he climbs into bed with you and just holds you. His actions screaming that he just wants someone to hold him and let him know that he’s loved.
Other times, Roy has just grabbed hold of you and thrown you around like a rag doll, violently making out with you. His actions being that he just wants some fast action.
That all being said, no matter what Roy’s actions are he always gets his way. You give him exactly what he wants.
‘Baby, Jason won’t be happy if we’re late’ you say as Roy begins to try and take off your sweater.
Roy pouts a little as he looks at the red mark showing on your neck.
‘Oops, you might want to cover that’ Roy says, laughing as he holds you by the jaw and turns your head. Observing his handy work, or rather mouthy.
‘It’s cool, I’ll just put makeup on it’ smiling as you pull out some supplies, you always have to hand for these moments.
Roy likes it rough and does not hesitate to show you off as his, in anyway he can.
Driving with Roy is always fun as he has a romantic song playing, or some other type of love-song. Hand on your thigh, while he smiles to himself.
‘You ok Princess?’ He asks you, smiling slyly as you roll your eyes.
‘Yes’
Roy calls you ‘Princess’ when he drives as you are always his passenger, passenger Princess. He finds it funny, you find it annoying but sweet.
Roy is not one for nicknames as he would rather call you by your name, but on occasion he does use a funny nickname for you.
‘Hey’ Jason cheered as you and Roy walked in the door, rushing over and hugging you both.
You hug Jason tightly as he rocks you a little, Roy laughing.
‘How was the drive?’ Jason asked as he lead you both into the kitchen.
‘Great, this is a nice place Jay’ Roy smiled, holding your hand. Jason nodded while smiling.
‘Thanks. The old man suggested I upsize as that apartment was too small’ chuckling, Jason hands you both a beer.
Social gatherings had got a lot better and a lot less awkward, as you know all of Roy’s friends and he knows all of yours.
Jason was introduced to you about 6 years ago, he introduced you to his best friend Roy a couple years after that. Then the rest, as they say is history.
Roy asked you out after talking to you for an hour, you did not hesitate with a yes. Jason was so happy when he found out that Roy finally had a boyfriend.
‘You need a boyfriend bud, really. Y/n is such a great guy, he’s funny and smart’ Jason smiled, hugging his best friend tight.
It seemed like time had sped by so fast since then, as you and Roy were already saving for a house.
Jason’s house warming was getting more lively now, as people started doing shots. Roy joining in, you being the self-assigned driver home you decided to skip the drinking this time. So you and Roy would get home in one piece.
That you did, and Roy regretted the amount of shots he did, though the exact number was not known.
‘Here’s some water for that head’ you handed Roy some painkillers. Roy gulping them and the water down.
‘Thanks babe, I think my liver has left’ Roy sighed, laying back down on the bed. You chuckling.
‘This is why I didn’t drink, but I’m glad you had fun’ you leant down and kissed Roy’s bare shoulder.
You aided your self-inflicted hungover boyfriend for the day, reminding him he had patrol that night. Which he would need to get rest beforehand for. It was a big one tonight.
Arsenal had no issues with enemies tonight as they were all going down, his patrol going real smooth.
He roared after thugs and had no issues handing out discipline, one thug tried to slash him up with a knife, but Roy was quick on his feet.
‘Not tonight’ he growled as he grabbed his hand, twisting till he heard a snap. The guys wrist snapped easily.
Arsenal was a brutal force on particular tonight, with no problem scoring a scream of pain from the enemy.
Roy strolled into the front door of his shared apartment with you, not quite tired yet, at least not enough to go to sleep. Of course, you weren’t asleep yet. Still in the habit of waiting up.
‘Hey, sexy man’ Roy smirked as he approached you, shoving his lips on yours.
You accepted, standing up onto your feet as you grabbed at Roy’s arms. Him grabbing and holding your face.
Roy backed you into the doorway as he buried his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into you like Dracula. His teeth bit down, surely to leave a mark the next day.
You wrapped your legs around Roy’s waist as he carried you over to the bedroom. Throwing you in the bed, Roy practically tore your underwear off as he took your shaft into his mouth.
‘Oh God’ you breathed out as Roy began to work on you, like if he stopped you would simply vanish.
Roy took you all into his mouth as he worked while you moaned, breathing out his name.
‘Roy, oh God I love it, Roy’
Roy slapped your bare ass as he grabbed your arm, rolling you onto your stomach. Now sinking his mouth onto your asshole.
There wasn’t a part of your body Roy hadn’t kissed, licked or bitten. He had marked you as his as Roy got on his back. Letting you do the same to him.
You pulled Roy’s underwear down as you took in his length, your mouth was filled with Roy’s throbbing dick.
Roy was quite large in the genital department so he always allowed you to take your time, the Red Headed man lay back and enjoyed while you did your thing.
‘Y/n’ Roy breathed out, you lifted your head as you locked the head of his penis.
‘You look so good’ Roy smiled, you smiled back as you got on your knees, lowering yourself on Roy’s shaft.
Sliding it in you gasped as it always amazed you how good Roy felt, you lifted up and slid back down slowly a few times. Roy throwing his head back, he sat up as he began to bite at your collarbone and shoulder.
You bounced more and more as the feeling of Roy inside you filled you up, Roy’s lips met yours in a heated kiss.
‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard’ Roy breathed out as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled over, you now on your back with your legs up. Roy on his knees, he began to slam into you.
‘Fuck, fuck’ you called out as Roy slammed harder and harder, sweat dripping down him as you ran a hand down his abs.
Roy dug his fingers into your thighs as he grunted louder, you throwing your head back. Rubbing yourself.
You heard Roy clapping against you as he got quicker, him almost losing his breath as his body tingled.
‘Right there, I’m coming’ you said, jerking yourself faster and releasing yourself all over your chest.
‘Shit’ Roy said as he watched as you came, Roy put his hand around your throat as he slammed a little harder.
‘Oh god’ Roy breathed out as he slammed slower and deeper, releasing his hot seed inside you.
Roy pulled out as jerked what was left onto your chest, mixing his seed with yours. Collapsing on top of you, you wrapped your arms around his neck as Roy caught his breath.
He buried his face into your neck as he breathed, you ran your fingers through his red hair, smiling out of satisfaction.
‘How was patrol?’ You finally asked as Roy chuckled, his body shook on top of you. Lifting his head up to look at you.
‘Was great, as you can tell’ he smiled, kissing you again.
‘Wanna go again?’ You asked, Roy nodding eagerly as he began to kiss you again.
The next day was filled with shopping, cleaning and cooking together. Today was a particularly hot day.
Roy wore his trusted green shorts and short sleeved jumpsuit, which never failed to keep him cool. Plus you didn’t complain as he has great legs, plus it only buttoned halfway up, showing his broad chest.
You both walked through the streets of Gotham holding hands, talking about different topics. Mostly debating on whether to watch a movie later. Roy opting for an action while you opted for horror.
Roy always made you feel safe, no matter the situation and no matter the outcome. You were safe with him, Roy loved hard and what you could never fault him on was that he always showed you.
‘Wanna go Jason’s later?’ He asked you, you nodding as you both walked into the air conditioned store.
Roy slapping your ass as you pushed the cart in front of him, kissing you on the cheek every now and then.
Sure you two got looks from people every now and then, but neither of you cared.
The day came to an end, with you and Roy laying in bed together as he read while you rested your head on his chest. Feeling his chest going up and down, while you fell into a peaceful sleep.
Roy kissed your head and gently rested you on your pillow, rolling over and turning the lamp off. Roy rolled back over and wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face into your neck as he held you.
Both of you drifted into a deep sleep while you remained holding each other all night. Peacefully and in love.
#roy harper x male reader#roy harper#roy harper x reader#Gotham#dc comics#arsenal x reader#arsenal#arsenal x male reader#Red head men#Arsenal fan fiction#Roy Harper fanfic
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Hi everyone, It's Vi! 💕 How are you all doing?
These months had been quite hectic and I didn't have enough time to write so I'm very sorry about it. I missed writing for you guys so much! I'll try to update more frequently, ok?
So, I really hope you enjoy!
All characters' reservations to Horikoshi
All lyrics reservations to Taylor Swift
Warnings: none, sad but fluff at the end
Right where you left me
I recommend reading it while listening to "right where you left me" by Taylor Swift
The news about Tenko's family murder and his disappearence were all over the city, but at that time, it seemed like nobody cared enough to look for him except for me. Tenko never really had any friends as everybody made fun of him cause he hadn't manifested a quirk back then, so he'd usually play with his dog and sister. The first time I approached him, it was raining, and he was sitting on a bench crying alone. I stood in front of him with my umbrella, covering both of us, offering a tissue, and I swore I'd never seen such a beautiful yet suffering pair of eyes in my whole life. I didn't know much at my age, but I could tell how much pain he was going through, so I became his shelter, his protector, someone he could trust. At least for a while...
We would play heroes every day at 5 pm on the park near his house so it was uncommon for him not to arrived on time. The last time we saw each other He had to leave early cause his neck was itching too much and he had promised he'll be back with a big smile on his face. I waited for hours but he never showed up. The next day my parents explained what had happened and I didn't want to believe them so I kept going to the same park, at the same hour, every single day with the hope that he'll appear.
They say, "What a sad sight"
I swear you could hear a hair pin drop
Right when I felt the moment stop
Glass shuttered on the white cloth
Everybody moved on I stayed there
Days became months, months became years and I was still longing for him to arrive. All my neighbors gave me their pitiful looks whispering 'what a sad sight' and how I needed to 'gave up and live my life like everybody did'. I also became a urban legend about the heartbroken lady whose cries could be heard at night and be gone by the time the sun rises
Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?
Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it
The same bench that we use to share our snacks was now like chains wrapped around my body that won't let me leave.
Tried to study, make friends and fall in love but my mind, my soul and heart stayed at that park
I couldn't understand how someone I knew for so little could have such an impact. Maybe it was my guilt that wouldn't let me forget or the anger I felt towards those who decided to look away when Tenko was desperately asking for help
Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?
I used to daydream about the day he'd arrived and that I'd be there for him, forever
I'm sure that you got a wife out there
Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware
'Cause I'm right where
However, at my twenties I realized that probably won't happen; to think that he may be dead was too hurtful for me so I obligated myself to think he would have someone waiting for him at home and that he'd be given all the love he deserved
When the war break through I stopped attending to the park so I'd prayed he won't appear now that I was gone. After some time, the heroes won and the peace returned to our country. Many city where destroyed and so was the park except for, much to my agony, that damn bench and it seemed like it laughed at me
Almost an year later, it was raining so i took my umbrella with me and went to the park, again but this time, someone was sitting there which was unusual as this part was no fully rebuild. I approched in silence in order to sit but this man probably heard my footsteps and looked up at me. My body had frozen, my umbrella hit the ground and the words won't come out of my mouth. I could recognize those ruby eyes everywhere even if they looked as sad and tired as they did now. Too catch up in the moment and the emotions that came with it that I hadn't realized he stood up and was in front of me
'So you really waited for me...'
My eyes were full of tears and so were his. He grabbed my shoulders delicately as if I was going to break and said 'I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. I couldn't find my way back home to you. I was too lost in hatetred but if you are wailing to be with me, I'll make all these years worth the wait'
And my heart spoke for itself 'I will wait another fifteen years to be with you' as we hugged each other in the rain
After that day, I kept my promise to never let him go and that we would both stay
I'm right where you left me
You left me no, oh, you left me no
You left me no choice but to stay here forever
#bnha shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki tomura#mha fluff#bnha fluff#bnha#mha#shigaraki x y/n#shigaraki x you#taylor swift#mha scenarios#boku no hero academia#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki imagine
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Cake, Coffee And ... Charles
Synopsis: Unexpectedly, you meet a group of celebrity friends in a small café in France. What happens when you ask them to watch your stuff while you make a phone call?
Word count: +/- 2.5k words of me daydreaming about one of my (many) crushes 🥺
Warnings: none, I think? I originally intended it to be angst, but I decided to go all-in and add a fluff ending instead. Not really proof-read so probably some language mistakes, my apologies!
A/N: Translation (French/English or vice versa) is provided if necessary. I am now going for Charles as the male protagonist (just to put a name), but you can imagine anyone you like! Feedback is highly appreciated! 🤗
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When you and two colleagues first got the idea to go to a 3-day scientific conference in Nîmes, a historical city in the South-East of France, it had seemed wonderful.
Nice weather and great food. A beautiful scenery and French gentlemen.
La douce France at its finest.
Yesterday, the three of you arrived at the hotel well on time. Your room was tidy, the bed was comfortable and it was only a 10 min walk from where you stayed to the city centre. After you washed off the tiredness of a 5-hours TGV-trip, you went out. Strolling through the many narrow and colourful streets and seeing the Arena and other ancient Roman buildings, you fell in love with the city immediately. The next two days are going to be amazing, you thought to yourself.
Today, however, had been nothing but a nightmare.
On you way to the venue, the weather had decided to become an absolute brat. The pouring rain got you drenched, the humidity made you sweat like a horse.
You felt dirty.
The presentations had been way too high-level and sucked all the energy from your brain. You really tried to understand the maths that were involved.
But you failed miserably.
The deliciously looking chocolate cupcakes had been devoured before you even got to the snack tray.
You were hungry.
The final straw was the fact that both your colleagues announced that they would leave earlier then expected, meaning that they could not attend your presentation tomorrow.
Long story short, your mood was going down. Fast.
It was now 5.30 pm. The day had ended and everybody was expected to meet outside the conference venue at 7.30 pm to go for dinner. Instead of joining the others in pre-drinking, you decided to go back to your hotel room to shower and change and rest for a bit.
On your way to the hotel, you passed by a small, cosy café, which, you realised, did not catch your eye before. The front of the little house was painted pastel blue and the tables under the porch were covered with cute checkered table cloths. The porch itself was decorated with fairy lights and the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen. Seeing the café lifted your mood instantly. I have to visit this gem tomorrow, you said to yourself.
The final day of the conference went by in a haze. Your presentation was scheduled just before lunch and you had been nervous the entire morning. However, once you stood there, microphone in hand, things went very well. You managed to respect the 20 minutes timeframe without missing the essentials and you had several interesting discussions afterwards.
There were no presentations scheduled in the afternoon and many participants were packing or had already left. You had opted to leave tomorrow, such that you could still buy some souvenirs for your parents - a tradition you started years ago. You had managed to score some beautiful decorations for your mum and a cute can of traditional sweets for your dad. Being pleased with the gifts, you decided to visit that café you saw earlier and treat yourself to a delicious local pastry.
It was 4.30 pm and, apart from a small group of friends, the café was empty. You greeted the bartender and took a seat next to the window. While admiring the interior of the café, your eyes landed on said group of friends. One of the guys was looking your way. Your eyes met and you flashed him a smile. He smirked and whispered something to his friends.
“Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Veuillez-vous quelque chose à boire ou manger?”, the bartender asked. Hello miss, would you like a drink or something to eat?
French was not your first language, and although you were quite good at it in school, it was a long time since you last spoke it. Nonetheless, you always tried to speak the local language when you were abroad, so you collected yourself and tried to answer. Keep it simple.
“Oui, j’aimerais un thé vert et quelque chose petite à manger. Avez-vous des patisseries locaux, peut-être?” Yes, I would like a green tea and something small to eat. Do you happen to have any local specialties on the menu?
“Bien sur! Aujourd’hui, nous offrons La reine de Seba. C’est un petit cake chocolat avec poudre des amandes. C’est comme un brownie.” Of course! Today, we offer La reine de Seba. It is a small chocolate-almond cake. It is very similar to a brownie.
“C’est parfait. Merci beaucoup” That sounds perfect, thank you very much.
While waiting for your order to arrive, you decided to quickly check your phone. To your surprise, you had four missed calls from your supervisor. You must have been in town when she called. Sensing an urgency, you decided to ring her back. You noticed the low signal symbol, so you knew you had to go outside to call her.
Instead of packing all your things and leaving the bartender confused, you decided to leave your belonging in the café and ask someone to watch them while you were out. Since the bartender was out of sight, you had to ask one of the friends. A bit hesitant, you got up and approached their table.
“Euh, mes excuses de vous déranger, mais je dois téléphoner et je n’ai aucun signal ici. Est-ce que vous voulez gardez un oeil sur mes choses pour quelques minutes, s’il-vous-plaît?” Sorry to bother you, but I have to make a call and I do not have any signal here. Do you mind watching my things for a minute?
“Ah, bien oui. Pas de problème, ma belle”, the guy you greeted earlier responded. Of course. No problem, dear.
Thanking them, you made your way outside. The guy, whom you would later meet as Pierre, turned to his friends.
“Je n’ai pas menti, tu vois. Elle est polie et très mignonne. Et avez-vous vu qu’elle porte un badge de l’ université? Elle est intelligente aussi! Une 10/10, à mon avis.”
I did not lie, did I? She is kind and very cute. Also, did you see that she has a badge from the university? This means she is smart as well! A 10/10 if you ask me.
The others threw in arguments and started to discuss how amazing their significant others were. Charles stayed silent.
He did not have a girlfriend. Being a professional racing driver meant that he was always in the public eye, always busy training or travelling around the world. Although he hates to admit it, it was not an ordinary job. He was not an ordinary guy. He was a well-known face in France, which lead to girls throwing themselves at his feet but also made it hard to find someone who looked past the racing driver name-and-fame. And if he did, the girl was screwed over by the media or fans or the distance got the best of their relationship, leading to Charles breaking things off. He did not really mind being single, since he was always surrounded by friends, family or his team, but he would lie if he said that he did not miss someone to love love.
He was still looking into the direction of the exit/entrance, hoping you would be back soon. “Ca serrais dommage si nous ne la verrons jamais, n’est ce pas Charles?”, Pierre teased. It would be a shame if we never saw her again, would it not, Charles?
Charles started blushing. “Euh”, he stuttered, “je ne sais pas. Elle est jolie, oui, mais nous ne la connaissons pas. Et, en plus, elle ne nous connait pas. Elle ne s’intéresse pas au monde de F1”. I do not know. She is pretty, yes, but we do not really know her. She did not even recognize any of us. She is not interested in the world of F1.
“Tu es incroyable. Qu’est-ce-que tu veux? Qu’elle commence à crier au regard de nous? Nous tous savons que relations avec fans ne marchent pas.”, Pierre sighs. You are unbelievable. What do you want? That she starts crying when she sees us? We all know that relationships with fans do not work.
Charles had to agree. All of them had one or more relationships with fans before and they all ended badly. Maybe it was not a bad idea to look for someone who was a complete outsider. Pierre knew his best friend. He knew that Charles was having a debate with himself, on whether to talk to this girl or not and risking to fall in love. Pierre had been in situations like this before. He had never been short on female attention, but it was only at the start of his current relationship that he has felt some nervousness talking to a girl. Charles had encouraged him to talk to his now fiancée and this was the perfect opportunity to pay him back.
“Elle va rentrer. Confies-moi, mon frère.”, Pierre winked. She is coming back. Trust me, my brother.
Charles groaned. Pierre was up to something and he did not know to be happy or scared. Or both.
You re-entered the café in a fuzzy state. Your supervisor has called to ask how your presentation went. Instead of being happy that all went well and some interactions were sparked, she decided to start questioning your delivery and answers to the questions. You did want not your high to become a low, so you suggested to discuss all when you were back. Damn, you hoped the cake did not take long to be served. You needed chocolate.
Heading back to your table, you saw the bartender signaling that your order was ready. Thanking him, you took your plate and went back to your table. However, you did not miss the guy from earlier looking at you again, and you realised you have not thanked them yet.
“Merci encore pour garder un oeil, c’était très sympa de vous.” Thank you again for watching my things. It was very kind of you.
“De rien. Je m’appelle Pierre”. He offers you his hand. “Quel est ton nom, ma belle?” You are welcome. My name is Pierre . What is your name, dear?
“Je m’appelle Y/N. Enchantée, Pierre.” I am Y/N. Nice to meet you Pierre.
“Es-tu ici toute seule? Parce que tu peux s’assoir ici si tu veux.” Are you all alone? Because you can come sit here with us if you want.
“C’est très gentil de vous, mais je ne veux pas déranger. Je vous connais, je sais qui vous êtes. Je veux respecter vos reposes et privacy. En plus, je ne suis pas française, donc je ne vais comprendre rien de vos questions ou réponds”, you answered shyly. That is very kind of you, but I do not want to impose. I know who you are. I want to respect your time-off and privacy. Also, I am not French so I would not understand a thing of what you are saying or asking.
You knew who they were. Ever since the 2021 championship, F1 has revived in your country and it was hard to escape. To be honest, you were not that into F1 - you were more into MXGP and MotoGP - but you knew the in and outs of the sport.
“You are not disturbing if we ask you, right? And do not worry about not understanding”, Pierre stated, “we will switch to English for a pretty girl like you.”
The blush that rose to your cheeks was the only confirmation Pierre needed. Shooting a quick wink to Charles, he got up to take your plate and placed it at the empty spot next to him and across Charles.
I hate you, Charles thought.
Charles’ brain stopped working the moment you were in front of him. Your hair was put together in a messy bun, with some loose strands falling out. Your jeans and red top hugged your silhouette in all the right places. You held and started conversations so effortlessly. How you got along with Pierre and laughed at his stupid jokes. Damn, he was a lost cause already.
“Right, Charles?”, Pierre asked.
Charles’ face went blank. He was zoned out and did not know what to say. Pierre saw the confused expression on his friend’s face and smirked. I knew he would fall for her. Why am I so good at this? He should thank me, buy me a house in Guadeloupe or something.
“You have visited Slovenia already, have you not?”
Charles was quick to recover. “Yes, I have indeed. Do you want to go?”, he asked, looking in between you and Pierre, not knowing who to answer.
“Hahah, not right now though, that would be a bit weird”, you laughed, “but I do want to go one day. What did you think of Slovenia? Is it worth the visit?”
Your attention was full on Charles now and he was not letting this opportunity pass.
A couple of teas, cakes and many laughs later, it was 7pm. “Oh, look at the time”, you said surprised, “I really should be going. I still have to pack and check my travel plans for tomorrow.” You started to collect your jacket and purse. “I had a great time talking to you”, you said while looking fondly at Charles, something Pierre did not miss. “Thank you for inviting me”.
“The pleasure was all mine”, Charles said, beaming after what seemed like a 2-hours tête-à-tête with you. “Ours”, Pierre corrected, “the pleasure was all ours”.
“You guys are too kind. Bye Pierre, bye Charles, bye Jean and Théo”.
You got up and made your way to the door. It took a glare and a kick to the shin from Pierre for Charles to realise that you were really leaving and that he needed to take action if he wanted to see you again. So, before you could open the door and walk out of his life forever, he put a hand on your shoulder.
“Hey Y/N”
“Hey Charles”, you smiled.
“Listen, I really enjoyed talking to you. It feels like you know me, even though we just met, and it feels great to be able to talk about other things than racing. So, I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?”
The shock on your face was visible. I blew it, Charles thought, she thinks I am a creep.
“ I mean, only if you want of course and I will not stalk you, I promise.”
You knew he would not. He was gorgeous and genuine and you would be a fool if you let this guy go. Taking a business card from your purse, you scrapped your work number and wrote your personal number on it instead.
“Here. You can call or text me anytime you want. I will try to answer as soon as I can. Most people only get my work number, you know, so do not lose it.”, you said, shooting Charles a wink and million-dollar smile before walking out of the café.
“I will not, I promise. I will not lose you, Y/N. Never”, Charles said to himself, looking at your number as if he just won the lottery.
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It's about being happy
Steven grant x reader
Requested by @honeyx666x
Friends to lovers
Part 2
Part 3
A/N :- I'm doing request works. And I enjoyed writing it!
You dressed up a little to visit the museum. As you're quite fond of it, also because you've made a friend there, a self claimed tour guide who explains things better than the actual tour guides. He actually works for the gift shop at the museum. Steven grant! As you entered you saw your friend explaining things to some kids, as usual of course. You went to him tip toed and covered his eyes from behind which startled him and made the kids laugh.
"Guess who it is Mr tour guide" you whispered.
Trembling fingers touched your hands. He can never not know which one's you and which one's not. Especially your voice made it clear to him.
"Y/N" said he.
You let him open his eyes again and said "you bustard ! How is it everytime you know it's me"
He got stunned and said "please mate kids are here and also...." He couldn't tell you how could he not know you? He has loved you since he saw you and he still does. When you became his friend he was over the moon. Why won't he ? He isn't much appreciated, much loved. But you love him as a friend. He enjoys watching movies in your laptop with you in his messy flat, you're the only one who doesn't complaint about his flat, you love spending time with him there.
"Anyways" you startled him " I have to meet someone today so wrap this up we need to talk"
No wonder it was your boyfriend whom you wanted to meet. Steven wanted to tell you how much he loves you but you're in a relationship with a guy, well not a perfect relationship though, you two were kinda on and off all the time.
"Yes give me half an hour please" asked he and you agreed.
After half an hour,
He then came and said "so who's this you're meeting?"
"Andy"
"As always"
"Yes ! He says he has a happy news"
"You might be pretty happy then ?"
"Well Steven! I don't feel so happy about him lately but I think I love him so... I don't know he's just perfect, perfect eyes , hair, smile ... So perfect"
"Unlike me" muttered Steven to himself
"What's that?"
"Nothing! You deserve someone perfect look at you, I've never seen anyone as pretty as you" said he
You wished if Andy said it too, you love him... Well maybe but he doesn't make you as happy as Steven does. You both stared into each other's eyes when you felt something you haven't felt before until Donna interrupted "Stevie! Take these , do a ruddy job you fool"
"Oh Donna can I take Steven with me today i mean can you grant him half day please?"
"Why would I?"
"Well I need him, please Donna"
"He can finish these works and go"
That made you wait for one hour more and finally you two can move.
You both reached the meeting spot,
You saw Andy was already there "sorry Andy for keeping you waiting "
"It's alright, hey Steven "
"Hello mate! Hope you're doing great " they shook hands.
"So what is it?" You asked
"So" started Andy"I wanted to tell you that I've been a fool to let you down a few times but I promise to never let you down again" he got down on one knee , took out a ring "will you marry me Y/N?"
Steven felt like he's been hit hard , he still tried to smile but you? You were totally out of your mind, he's perfect his proposal is what you've been waiting for all these days but you didn't feel happy, being with him and letting him disappoint you all the time didn't felt right so you were silent you could only think of Steven somehow, you wanted someone like Steven.. wait someone like Steven? you thought until Andy woke you up from your daydream "you alright?" said he in his proud manner .
"I don't want to" you said
"What" said both Steven and Andy
"Yes I, I think I love someone else"
"You must be joking, we've dating for a long time"
"I know but I wasn't happy with you, I am happy when I'm with him" you said looking at Steven
"M..me?" Stammerd Steven
"This? This dumb gift shop guy you choose over me? You're out of your mind" said Andy
"I'm might be, to let you go even though you're perfect but it was never a matter of being perfect. It was , it was about me being happy"
You came and held steven's hand "you make me happy, don't you love me? Won't you love me?"
"Oh Y/N ! I've loved you since our eyes met i never thought you would ask this but yes I love you"
Andy stood there and you looked apologetically.
"Ok then live in his messy flat, don't say then I didn't warn you"
"I won't Andy"
He went away, you looked at Steven and kissed him,
"I might've done something good to get you"
"You've done nothing wrong really" you replied.
"you think you can handle my DID?"
"I can, when I have you Steven with a V".
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Mi Anhelo Por Ti (3)
julieta madrigal x fem!reader
tw: this chapter DOES include a scene of abuse
it had been a few weeks since the madrigals took you in. you were happy and felt extremely blessed. after you had settled down more, you resumed your passion for art and began to sell your paintings again. julieta had painted with you and was actually the one who encouraged you to do so.
and there you were in the town square. your stand was set up with a few of your paintings in the back. along with selling your canvases, you let people know you could paint murals and even teach. (the teaching part was inspired from antonio, he loved watching you paint and wanted to learn himself.)
although you were excited for this new experience, you missed being at the healer’s side at her own stand. you and julieta have become closer since the night you arrived. she always gave you a sense of comfort and warmth, you loved that about her. it was nice to be able to call her a close friend so quickly.
“excuse me, are you teaching how to paint? there’s never been a stand like yours and i’m interested.”
you stopped daydreaming and looked up to see a woman that seemed to look around your age. she had deep, tan skin and auburn-brown hair. the first customer to want to learn how to paint!
“yes i do! you’re luckily a first, so there’s no need to pay.”
you began to gather two blank canvases and changed your sign to one that said “teaching in session.” the girl came around the stand as you gave her a paintbrush and a small palette. a variety of paints were laid out.
you explained what to do with blending, different strokes of the brush, and pressure against the canvas. it was a fun experience for the both of you and you continued to paint together once she got the hang of it.
the stranger spoke as she paint. she was curious since she’s never seen you around.
“so what’s your name? i’m catalina but you can just call me ‘cati.’ i know you arrived a few weeks ago, i haven’t gotten a chance to speak with you until now.”
“my name is y/n. yeah it’s been a bit busy for me settling down after my arrival. the madrigals are letting me stay until my house is finished.”
cati smiled and looked at you for a couple seconds before going back to painting. the madrigals were very close friends of hers, specifically julieta.
“i assume you know julieta?”
you smiled and nodded gently. just as you were about to speak, a familiar voice called your name from behind. you turned around to see the woman spoken of. she had a glowing smile on her face as she came with a basket of food.
cati turned around as well and shrugged. without your answer she took it as a “yes” and came up to the healer with you. julieta looked at cati and immediately went to hug her. you stepped back a bit and watched them talk.
“cati! how are you?”
“oh i’m doing very well. y/n here is teaching me how to paint! she’s told me about your family.”
julieta turned to you and gave you a warm smile. ever since you gained your own stand, she came to visit you during her short breaks to bring you food. sometimes you didn’t pack any before leaving, so when she found out she started to pack small baskets of food. or maybe it was just an excuse to see you.
“hello, y/n. i brought you the usual. what time do you think you’ll be back at casita?”
“i’ll most likely be back in a few hours. people usually come to buy and request around sunset, hopefully not too much people.”
you reached into the basket as you pulled out your favorite. the empanadas julieta made were something you really enjoyed, so she loved making them for you.
“oh my god juli, these are so good as always.”
a pink blush spread across julieta’s face from the sudden shortening of her name. it felt right coming from you. thankfully her blush was greatly covered by her dark-tan skin. cati took notice of her mood change due to her body language, though.
“i see you guys have gotten very ‘friendly’ with each other. that makes me happy for you, julieta. you seem better these days.”
the older woman got even more flustered as she knew what cati was doing. that dumb smirk she always had on her face appeared, so she began to take her leave before anything further happened.
“well, y/n, i’ll be seeing you later if it’s not too late. goodbye to you too, catalina.”
julieta quickly walked away as she crossed her arms. you and cati shared a laugh and she continued to speak.
“julieta is wonderful, don’t you agree?”
“yes, of course. she’s the sweetest woman i’ve ever met. i don’t think anyone works as hard as she does, either.”
“ay, but her husband is the worst! that man always has something to be upset about.”
you raised an eyebrow at the statement. you have noticed agustin never seemed truly happy or relaxed. he also gave you dirty looks from time to time whenever you would be with julieta. what was his problem? jealousy, perhaps.
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“thank you, y/n! i’ll for sure be coming back!”
you waved goodbye to cati as you finished cleaning up your stand. you set the paints back into your bag and all the supplies in a separate box. your work went later than expected, but you were glad you’d gotten several commissions from the townspeople. it was dark and a bit cold as you walked through the streets of encanto. it was calming and the faint lights from lit candles made the setting much better.
a sigh left your mouth as you carefully opened the door to casita. you knew everyone was most likely asleep by this time, (except for julieta), so you tried your best not to wake anyone. your dropped your stuff by the stairs to get it later since you wanted to get some water before heading to sleep. then, you heard glass break.
“julieta, why do you always have to ruin things!?”
“corazon, por favor, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to i was just distra-“
agustin slammed his fist on the hard countertop. you felt the vibration against the wall you were hiding behind. an argument this late at night? especially between these two. they would always seem so in love during the day.
“you’re always distracted nowadays! are you gonna continue being distracted? especially for mirabel? that girl barely remembers who i am and basic functions!”
“agustin, you’re going to wake the kids. especially dolores.. she could be listening right now.”
“i don’t care anymore, i never did! it should’ve been you under all that damn rubble.”
you gasped quietly as you watched everything unfold. should you intervene or would that just make things worse? you didn’t want to but something was telling you to do so.
“you don’t mean that! mi amor please, stop this! i miss us.”
“don’t call me that!”
agustin grabbed julieta by her shoulders and forcefully pushed her back against the stove. she didn’t want to fall backwards so she placed her hand behind her onto the hot surface. a yelp came from her and even more tears began to run down her cheeks.
that’s what did it.
“hey, agustin! let go of her!”
agustin and julieta turned their heads to look at you. the scared and confused expression on the woman’s face was enough to make you even angrier at agustin. he looked shocked and even a bit scared.
“y/n, it’s not what it looks like i-“
“go upstairs or i’ll go up there myself and get alma. don’t expect me to just brush this off.”
agustin let go of julieta and scoffed. his fists were clenched and as he walked out he mumbled to himself. but of course, he didn’t want to get caught, so he looked at you with threatening eyes. this caught you off guard but you quickly walked over to the injured woman.
her hair was a mess and the tears that rushed from her eyes began to form a small puddle on the tiles. she was shaking and held her arm with the wound on her hand. this was a side of her she did not want you to see, especially so early in your relationship. it scared her because she knew her husband would punish her for it- but another side of her thought you would protect her which brought a sense of relief.
you wrapped an arm around her and carefully grabbed her wounded hand. you bit your bottom lip and sighed. maybe if you’d gotten here earlier? or stepped intervened right when they were yelling? you looked around to see if there was any food she’d made but the only food you saw were burnt arepas on the counter.
“juli, what happened?”
“i… i was cooking for agustin and i wasn’t paying attention. he had a hard day and work and he asked-“
“he asked or told you to?”
the injured woman looked up at you with watery eyes. there was a sense of pleading and fear in them. your question only made her sobbing worse as she slid down on the floor, crying into your chest as you too slid down with her. you gently rubbed her back to comfort her while thinking of how to go about this. suddenly julieta spoke, so you didn’t need to do anything.
“he’s been like this.. ever since mira got lost in all the rubble when casita fell. she ended up in a short coma, but the damage to her brain was severe. he started treating me as if it was my fault.”
she paused for a few seconds in an attempt to not make the sobbing even worse.
“…and it is my fault.”
julieta just cried and cried into your chest while in your arms. from what you know, casita fell at least a year ago. she’s been treated like this for that long? you took your free hand and cupped her cheek, wiping her continuous tears.
“juli it is not your fault. you’re only thinking that way because he’s convinced you that it is. trust me when i say it’s no one’s fault that mirabel is this way.”
her crying slowed as she caught her breath. your words felt like a tight hug that she’d been longing for. you saw yourself in her face due to your experiences with santiago. this was the same situation you used to be in. you removed your hand from her cheek and let her head rest against your chest, beginning to talk.
“i know you’ve been wondering why i ran from my old town and came here. it’s almost because of what you’re going through.”
your voice became shaky and the older woman took notice of that. she took your hand in her uninjured one in an attempt to comfort you. a small smile formed on your face as you continued.
“i lived with my ex-husband santiago. we were really close and i truly loved him. i don’t know why but he would begin to push me away and hit me and yell. i don’t know what i did but i was always convinced it was my fault.”
you removed one of your arms from her waist as you put it in front of her. you pulled your sleeve up to reveal a large scar that covered your forearm. you felt julieta tense up and heard her small gasp.
“he was yelling at me one night and he pushed me against his workbench. my arm hit the woodcutter and he didn’t even care. he left because he assumed i would tell the doctor.”
julieta gently grabbed your arm and traced your scar with her finger. this made you shiver a bit but you found it comforting.
“i’m sorry y/n. you didn’t deserve that. i’m glad you could tell me, though. i didn’t mean to seem pushy about it before.”
“it’s alright.”
you placed your arm back around her waist and noticed casita brought a bandage wrap along with a burn treatment over to you. you grabbed them and shifted so that julieta was now facing you. your faces were only a few inches away from each other.
you took her injured hand and gently spread the burn treatment over it. she sharply sucked in air and winced as you let out a quiet “sorry.” julieta placed her forehead against yours while you wrapped the bandage around her hand. she wasn’t able to make any more food to heal herself because there weren’t enough ingredients, so she’d have to go into town early to buy some.
at this point she was sitting on your lap, arms wrapped around your neck. you rested your hands on her waist and let the comfortable silence continue. all you did was stare at each other like that’s all there was to do in the world. her warm breath hit your lips as yours did to hers.
you were feeling perfectly fine, but julieta felt sick to her stomach. it wasn’t a sick feeling though, it was the feeling of butterflies and much more. this moment with you made her feel like there was no one else. just the two of you.
“julieta? are you down there? i heard a crash.”
the both of you immediately got up and rushed to the other side of the house. alma was coming down and she didn’t want her mother to see her hurt. you grabbed your things and led her upstairs once alma was in a different room.
you entered the nursery where you’d been staying and set your things down. julieta carefully closed the door behind her and watched as you set up a makeshift bed on the floor.
“julieta i don’t want you to continue sleeping with agustin. it’s not safe, i don’t want anything else to happen.”
she sighed and nodded with a smile. a wave of relief washed over her as she watched you sit yourself on the makeshift bed.
“you don’t have to sleep down there, i can just take that instead of the bed.”
“it’s alright, i can manage.”
julieta climbed into the bed and laid there facing you. she fiddled with the fabric of her pajamas and let out a sigh.
“so are you gonna turn around and let me change, or is it something you want to see?”
“ay, y/n!”
the older woman covered her eyes and blushed in embarrassment as you laughed and quickly changed into your own pajamas. you’d been teasing her quite often and it entertained you. julieta always found it annoying, but she didn’t hate it.
you blew out the candle that lit up the room. just as you were about to lay down on the makeshift bed, julieta grabbed your wrist gently. she didn’t have to say anything for you to know what she wanted. you felt your heartbeat quicken slightly and hesitated before climbing into the bed with her.
you faced each other with her hand resting on your waist. you gave her comfort and that’s what she needed right now. your hand moved onto the back of her head as you massaged it gently. the little snores that came from her let you know she was asleep.
this was something you never experienced. you considered julieta a close friend, but is this what having a close friend felt like? it had to be. a smile formed on your face thinking about it. just being able to call julieta a friend was something that made you happy. you closed your eyes and fell asleep shortly, the thought slowly fading from your mind.
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Cglre One Shot
Markers, colored pencils, and papers are scattered across the pastel themed room. Many stuffies can be seen resting on the soft bed with one in particular sitting on the floor next to the little one. As I bring them some dinosaur shaped sandwiches and some small candies to snack on, they peer up to me with bright lively eyes. "Thankies mommy!!" they say energetically. I smile down at them sprawled on the floor just drawing away to their heart's content. "Anything for my baby! Let me see your drawing little one?" They hand me the paper filled with messy scribbles and sketches of various cartoon characters. "This is so amazing honey!" I praised. The little one looks up with a toothy grin, "I wuv-"
*BUZZZZ BUZZZZ BUZZZZ*
I groan as I roll over towards my nuisance of a phone, reminded once again that I am still a lonely caregiver. After being in the cglre community as a caregiver for so long, I have grown to want a partner who is a little. A little's love is unlike any other love I have ever experienced. But reality calls and I am still just a student trying to make their way through college. I shuffle out of bed and over to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. As I tame my curly dark hair, I peer up to my mirror that mimics my short stature. An insecurity slips through my mind, 'Who would even want a caregiver that's shorter than them.' I shake that thought out of my head as I pick an outfit for the day.
"Yo dude! Do you wanna come hang with some friends of mine?" My roommate calls out. I had always felt like I didn't belong with her group of friends seeing as I am just a quiet nerdy girl and they were a rebellious group of skaters who enjoyed college nightlife a little *too* much. But nevertheless, I came along.
I followed her outside to a car with a slick white exterior and a black racing stripe. As much as I protested, she made me take the front seat which made me extremely anxious due to the sickeningly attractive guy in the driver's seat. He was a stoner, skater, car guy with a stern look etched onto his face and crystal blue eyes that complimented his blonde curls. 'Stop pretending like you have a chance. Besides, its not like he would be open to the cglre community let alone age regress.' I sighed and rested my head onto the car door. The bass boosted rap music blasting throughout the car sent ripples throughout my body as I drift off into a daydream. 'What if the rebellious bad boy was a little? No...that's impossible.'
-time skip 3 hours-
My mind eased as we approached the familiar campus. Hanging out with the rowdy group was fun, but my social battery had ran out. I was ready to get back to my fluffy bed and sleep. "My room?" The attractive blonde called out. All the sudden, any desire to sleep had left my body. I curiously trailed behind the quick paced group. Once we all piled into the small dorm room, I took a second to notice my surroundings. The style was minimalist yet neat. Art work hung along the walls, designer shoes were stacked on display, Hotwheels lined the shelves, stuffies were piled onto the bed- I quickly snap my head back to the large pile of stuffed animals in disbelief. 'Are those...?' My caregiver headspace was starting to creep through my timid act, but no one noticed. I watch as the blonde reached for a large dinosaur plushie. My eyes follow him as he plops onto the floor, giant dinosaur wrapped around his arms.
Chatter fills the room as I watch from a distant chair. Their conversations involved cars, some first person shooter video game, and funny TikToks they found. After an hour, a majority of the group retracted to the comfort of their phones. I glance over to the intimidating boy, expecting to see him on his phone like everyone else, but instead he is sprawled onto the floor with his dinosaur stuffie squeezed into his chest. I stare at his cuddled form in shock. This is the same guy who could beat up anyone who looks at him wrong. His tough guy act seems like a cover for his true self. I recall the dream I had about the little sprawled onto the ground coloring. A smirk begins to form on my face as I connect the dots. 'Aww, so he does have a soft spot~'
Before I can collect my thoughts, everyone starts getting up to leave. I need to know more about this mystery that blondie's hiding. Maybe I could finally get to be with a little and spoil them rotten. Maybe this was my chance. Instead of leaving with the others, I decided to stay behind to talk to him. He gives me a slightly confused look as I stay glued to his desk chair. As the door closes he smiles at me and says, "I don't think we've properly met yet." He holds out his surprisingly soft hand for me to shake. As my hand meets his, my heart skips a beat.
We talk for a while about various things, but one question still remained in my head. 'Could he actually be a little?' His deep tone was cut off by a yawn. A small squeak followed as well as a little nose scrunch which I found adorable. Hearing this made me go deeper into caregiver headspace. This boy was the epitome of cuteness. A red hue rises to his cheeks as I let out a laugh. He starts to apologize profusely, which was completely out of character for him, and was his voice... higher pitched? I reach my hand to cup his face to reassure him. "Hey, don't apologize hun!" My warm smile made him relax and regress even further into littlespace. 'So I was right! He is a little!'
He quickly rushes into a tight hug, seemingly thankful for the caring interaction. "Do you know...?" He looked down towards my small self. I nodded kindly and told him that I was a caregiver. His eyes lit up as he bounced back into my arms. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for someone like you!" I started to blush and started to question if this was a dream too.
I hopped up onto the bed and offered the sleepy little a spot next to me. "We can lay down if you want to little one!" I exclaimed. He cuddles into my side before I get the chance to lay down. "Hey now, you're so eager" I laughed as he let a frustrated puff out of his nose. That mischievous glint in his eyes told me he was just trying to play around. I wrap my arms around him as he lays down onto my chest. I start to hear little coos similar to a baby's as he drifts off to sleep. I smile to myself before closing my eyes as well. 'I finally have a little one to love!'
-This is the story about how my little and I met! He is the best part of my life! I love him so much! ❤️❤️❤️ @little-bunny123 -
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chapter 2
Flynn closed his textbook as the last period bell rang. Freedom at last. He let out a deep breath. Now he had the weekend all to himself. And the rest of the Quarries.
Winnie picked up her books, hurrying to Flynn’s desk. “Ready to go?”
Flynn nodded. “Yeah. Oliver better not want to leave early again.”
“Oh, Oliver isn’t here today.”
“Really? I thought I saw him–”
“Nope. It’s weird. He didn’t even tell Gordie.”
“He’s probably just sick.”
“I don’t think so,” Winnie thought aloud. “But you know who is sick? Worried sick? Gordie.”
Flynn sighed. “As to be expected.”
“So, we did promise him we’ll stop by Ollie’s house on the way to the Base since it’s on the way.”
“Sure,” Flynn got up from his desk, shoving his textbook into his backpack. “We should probably start going now then.”
The rest of the Quarries situated themselves. As per usual, Robbie, Winnie and Flynn did most of the talking. However, Murphy and Gordie stayed silent. Usually they would chime in, add a joking comment, or at least laugh. But Flynn knew they were anxious.
“I bet Ollie’s fine,” Flynn turned to Gordie and Murphy, walking backwards. “He probably chose to stay home today. He’s been doing that a lot.”
Flynn could see as Gordie almost visibly bit his tongue.
“He’ll be with us in no time. We’re only two minutes from his house.”
“I understand Gordie being worried,” Winnie added. “I don’t think he can spend more than twelve hours without talking to Oliver. And even then he has to daydream about him.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gordie jokingly asked.
“You know what it means.”
Flynn watched as Gordie covered his face with his hand, turning visibly red. “Oooh.”
Robbie laughed. “Gordie and Ollie, sitting in a tree, k–”
“Shut up!”
“Here’s his house,” Flynn turned to face towards the estate. “Gordie, try not to freak out, but Oliver is within range.”
Flynn could almost hear Gordie’s eyeroll.
Everyone cleared a path across the porch for Gordie to ring the doorbell. Flynn watched as he nervously hit it. He’s shaking, Flynn noticed. Oh my god. I hope he’s okay. I didn’t realize it was like that.
Seconds later, Mrs. Mehlberg answered the door. “Ollie?”
“Yeah, is he home?” Winnie asked.
“Oh Winnie! How lovely to see you.”
Mrs. Mehlberg always has her favorites.
“I knew he was with you guys. I’ve been worried all day.”
“Oh, I mean, we haven’t seen Oliver since yesterday.”
“What?” She laughed. “He’s not…?”
Flynn’s stomach dropped.
The Quarries had never seen Gordie cry. They had seen him shed a tear at a movie or when the Quarries did something for him or when he was high, but never sobbing. Until today.
Flynn couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Hours ago he had thought that Oliver was sick at home, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. In order to distract himself, he had to resort to full damage control mode with the rest of the Quarries.
Murphy had an arm around Gordie as he silently wept on the Mehlbergs’ couch. Mrs. Mehlberg had brought over sodas and water for everyone as she also silently cried.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be like this in front of you guys,” Mrs. Mehlberg wiped a tear. “I just. What happened last night?”
Through stifled breaths, Gordie finally began to speak. “I was the last one with him last night, he–he walked me to my house and said he’d be fine walking home. I offered to let him stay over but he said no–I should have insisted–”
“Shh,” Winnie handed Gordie a tissue. “It’s not your fault.”
“We’re the ones that should be sorry,” Robbie rubbed Gordie’s back. “We shouldn’t have been so judgy about you guys wanting to leave.”
“What time did Oliver leave to walk to his house?”
“I think… around… seven twenty?”
Mrs. Mehlberg stood up, putting out her cigarette on the ashtray. “I'm going to–I’m going to go to the police office.”
“Of course,” Winnie said sympathetically.
“Please stay put here,” she said, running to the kitchen to grab her bag. “I’ll drive you all home later. Don’t leave the house.”
The Quarries nodded.
The panicked and hurried mom hastily exited the house, driving out of the driveway as soon as she started the car.
“We can’t just sit here,” Flynn said. “I know she said to stay put, but we have to do something.”
Winnie stood up. “We should at least retrace his steps from Gordie’s house. That won't take too long, right?”
Murphy looked up from comforting Gordie, slowly letting their hand fall down their back. “Guys, I don’t think that’s the best idea–”
“We can’t just leave him out there,” Gordie said, quietly. “We need to look for him.”
Robbie looked concerned. “But–”
“I’m going to look for him.” Gordie stood up, walking to get his backpack while wiping tears on his sleeve. “You guys can come if you want.”
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The group nervously walked the asphalt retracing Oliver’s steps from the previous night. They had walked almost the entire distance and nothing had showed up.
Flynn was usually known for being a little scatterbrained, but now for some inexplicable reason he was dead focused on looking for any sign of Oliver. He was lagging behind most of the other Quarries, searching the sides of the street for any traces of the nerdy boy, behind nearby trees, anywhere he thought Oliver might have gone.
Nothing. They had found fucking nothing.
Gordie remained silent. Winnie bit her lip. Robbie fiddled with his shirt. But Flynn stayed focused.
“Do you think he took a shortcut through the woods?” He suggested, remembering the couple of times Oliver had led him through the thick trees into his backyard.
The group took a harsh left into the forest, checking the ground for foot prints.
As Flynn scanned the floor, he saw plenty of leaves, sticks, mud, and…
“Guys! I got something!”
The rest of the group ran and huddled around Flynn. “Footprints. They look like his shoes, right?”
Hope. A beacon of light.
“Yes! Yes, I’m sure of it.”
The footsteps looked jagged. Oliver was obviously in a hurry.
“Guys,” Murphy stated. “I think we should search the surrounding area. Maybe Oliver threw something, or, I don’t know. We need to keep looking.”
Flynn felt like he was in the midst of a Hardy Boys novel. Something about Oliver’s disappearance felt so cartoonish, so surreal. It was like the world was slowly becoming more childish as time passed on. Oliver’s disappearance didn’t even feel real.
He pulled out his flashlight from his backpack to help him survey the ground. Nothing was coming up. Even the footprints stopped being visible a couple feet ahead. Nothing.
Wake up, Flynn thought. This is probably all just a dream. This isn’t reality. I’m going to wake up in a few moments and everything will be normal.
Then the fear started to set in.
People were going missing. Gordie had seen something in the woods last night. A curfew had been set. Something was seriously wrong here. Something was lurking in the shadows. Something that hadn’t been present since 1983.
If Oliver was gone, who was next? He could be dead right now. Oliver probably thought he was dreaming, too. He probably thought that he would wake up in his bed after running in the woods from god knows what. But instead he had gone missing. If only he took life more seriously.
Something flickered from Flynn’s flashlight. Ollie’s glasses.
“Guys!” Flynn yelled.
The glasses were broken, one of the arms bent and the lenses were cracked. They looked exactly how they did when Troy Walsh stepped on Oliver’s old pair in his freshman year.
The other Quarries hurried around Flynn, sharply stopping their breathing when they saw the ruined glasses.
Silently, Flynn walked forward, studying the ground. Eyes catching the leaves. “Uhm…”
The group followed like a herd of sheep. Looking at the ground.
Drops of brownish-red splashes dotted the forest’s floor.
Blood.
chapter 4
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MR. REIGNS
Prompt: Requested by nonny
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader
Warnings: +18, smut, degradation (name calling), flirting, daddy kink, sir kink, age gap
Editor: @thenightmareismyreality
Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @wickedsunfire , @akiko-tanaka , @aerynscrichton , @sassymox , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @reigns-5sos , @lustyromantic , @auawdo , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @nicolewoo , @writtingrose , @bayley-no-friends
Notes: Disclaimer - For respect purposes, I’ll be using a fictional name for Roman’s daughter on this fic. If you’d like to check out my other works, you can find them on my Masterlist
It’s finally Senior Year - and what a fucking relief that is! No more stressful and endless studying hours, no more busting our asses off for mediocre grades, no more shitty frat parties “and last - but certainly not least- no more breaking up with asshole boyfriends at said crappy parties!
I don’t like younger guys. They’re inexperienced, get flustered easily, and don’t care whatsoever about reciprocating pleasure towards their girlfriends or hookups! I like older men...there's something about them that’s just perfect. “When I first met Amber Reigns, I never imagined that I would be blessed with such an amazing best friend. That’s why I knew it was wrong to have the hots for her father, but c’mon! Have you seen the man? He’s delicious! And I’m made of flesh and blood, therefore I have my weaknesses too. And Mr. Reigns is one of my biggest weaknesses.
“Y/N” Amber peeked her head inside my dorm room “Are you ready? My dad’s waiting for us in the parking lot”
“Yeah, I got everything I need” I said while putting on my backpack
“Do you mind going to the car? I’ll be right behind you, I just need to leave some books at the library, because if I don’t they’ll fine me like twenty dollars” She rolled her eyes in annoyance
I giggled “Sure. But don’t take too long flirting with the library boy” I responded in a teasing tone
She stuck her tongue out and left.
I made my way towards the parking lot and saw him standing there, leaning sexily against his pickup truck. He was wearing an extremely tight black tank top, which did nothing but accentuate his rippling muscles and tanned skin that were on full display. The intricate patterns of his tattoo could be seen from afar, the way the black lines molded to his skin like a shield never failed to turn me on, and a pair of black joggers caressed his strong thighs beautifully. His long, black, silky hair was tied up in a tight knot at the back of his head....the man was a fucking sight for sore eyes!
“Hello, Y/N” He greeted with a smile
“Mr. Reigns” I said shyly
He grabbed my backpack and placed it in the trunk of his car “How are you?”
“I’m good, sir. How are you?”
“Better now” He winked and smirked. And I almost came in my pants
“Where’s Amber?”
“She went to the library to return some books, sir”
“Don’t I get a hug?” He smiled
I awkwardly hugged him as I felt the smell of his cologne filling up my lungs and this weird feeling of wholesomeness took over me
“Let’s get inside the car, it’s too hot out here” He laughed
Amber had invited me to spend this holiday weekend with her family, and since I wasn’t feeling much in the mood to go home, I said yes. The only thing I didn’t know was that she planned on going to Mr. Reigns’ house instead of her mom’s house. Before I could fantasize in my daydreams for too long, Amber had returned from the library and hopped into the vehicle.
“Who will be spending the weekend with us?” Amber asked as she fastened her seatbelt
“Your uncles will be coming tomorrow afternoon with your cousins. Your brother decided to go to his girlfriend’s parents, and your sister is coming over on Sunday” Mr. Reigns replied as he turned onto the highway leading to his home.
During the two hour long ride, Mr. Reigns and Amber spent most of the trip conversing animatedly, occasionally asking me a question or two to keep me from feeling too left out, but I let them mostly catch up amongst themselves.
When we got to his place it was the end of the afternoon, and Mr. Reigns went to the kitchen to cook us dinner. I took the opportunity to shower and change into some clean clothes, nothing fancy though, just a pair of yoga pants and a gray tank top. While Amber was taking one of her famously long baths, I got bored and decided to go downstairs to see what Mr. Reigns was cooking.
“Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smirked
“Amber is taking a bath” I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance
“Oh great” He grunted, but a smile danced on his lips “That will be quick” He joked, and I laughed in response
“So when is your girlfriend coming?” I asked nonchalantly and leaned against the kitchen island as he chopped some carrots
“Girlfriend?” He chuckled “I know nothing about that”
“How is that possible?” I asked in disbelief
“I don’t need someone in my life in order to be happy, Y/N”
“I’m not saying you do, Mr. Reigns. I’m just saying I find it hard to believe that a man like you doesn’t have a girlfriend”
“And why aren’t YOU spending the holidays with your boyfriend?” He teased
“Boyfriend? I know nothing about that” I mocked
He cackled “And why not? Maybe a boy in college wants to be your boyfriend?”
“I don’t like young guys” I shrugged
“Oh really?” He scooted closer “What do you like then?”
“I like older men”
“How old?” He flirted
The vixen part of my brain woke up once I saw the fire in his eyes “Around your age”
“My age?”
I nodded
“And what does a twenty two year old little girl like you know about men my age?” He licked his lips
“Oh Mr. Reigns...I know a lot” I smirked
………………………………………………………………………………………..
We went to sleep late that night, so the next morning I didn’t even hear Amber calling for me so we could go to the grocery store. When I slowly opened the door of the guest bedroom, I heard Mr. Reigns saying:
“I’ll stay here with her and you go to the store, because God forbid if I forget to buy whatever is your addiction at the moment” He chuckled
“Dad, stop!” She giggled “You’re making me sound like a terrible person, AND it’s Twinkies, ok?”
“Again? I thought it was chocolate with nuts”
“Nope, it’s Twinkies now, and just for that, I’ll buy an extra box just to piss you off” She laughed deviously and left out the door.
When her car left towards the highway, I saw Mr. Reigns going up the stairs and coming towards my guest bedroom. I quickly went to the bathroom so I could brush my teeth.
Mr. Reigns slowly opened the door of my room as I was leaving the bathroom.
“So you’re awake?”
“I woke up when Amber was leaving”
“Why didn’t you go to the store with her?”
“Wasn’t feeling like it. Why are you in my room, Mr. Reigns?”
“I came to check on you”
“Why? Do I need someone watching over my sleep?” I laughed
“I just wanted to make sure you were ok, Y/N”
With a smirk on my lips, I said “So you had no other intentions AT ALL?”
“Would you like me to have other intentions?” He chuckled
“Who wouldn’t?”
“You know this is wrong, right?”
“If I heard it correctly, Mr. Reigns, you were the one who wanted to stay behind, and you are the one who came up here” I shrugged
“Touché” He pushed me down on the bed, and covered my body with his
“If it’s so wrong, why are you doing it, sir?”
“Because” He licked his lips “Everything that is forbidden tastes sweeter, don’t you think?”
I giggled while my hands dipped inside his white t-shirt “That’s your shitty excuse?” And chuckled “C’mon, I know you can do better than that”
He cackled “Maybe...or maybe it’s the truth” His hands pulled my satin shorts down “I’ve thought about this ever since I first saw you”
“So why did it take you so long to do something about it?”
“I wanted to make sure you felt the same” His lips brushed against mine
“We better hurry up before someone gets here”
“It takes two and a half hours to get to the store and back, baby. We’ve got plenty of time” He smirked and kissed my lips deeply.
His full lips tasted like caramel coffee, something he drank every morning without a fail. I undid his perfect bun and let his black, silky hair fall upon his shoulders as we kissed. Moaning into the kiss, I pulled his hair while I wiggled my hips, which made him groan.
“So eager” He slapped my ass “I like that. Makes me wanna fuck you even harder”
He took my wrists and locked them on top of my head while rubbing his bulge against my core.
“Please, daddy” I moaned “Please fuck my pussy”
He growled at my pleading and pulled his joggers down quickly. Roman teased my clit with his tip, sliding it up and down my folds, applying more pressure every time he hit my little nub.
“No more teasing, Mr. Reigns... Please...”
Roman smirked and slid in me with one soft thrust.
“Fuck” We moaned together
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he filled my core like nothing else. His size was beyond perfect to me and I couldn’t hold back my moans of pleasure any longer.
“That’s my good little slut, moan for the one who owns this pussy” He pulled all the way out, until just the tip was in, and then he went in again with a rough thrust
“Oh yes, Mr. Reigns. Keep going please” I moaned loudly
He gripped me by the neck and chuckled “Such a needy whore! I love seeing what I can do to you. The power I have over you...How you lose yourself while I fuck you” He slapped my ass vigorously “You’ve been waiting a long time to have me in you, haven’t you, my sweet whore?”
“Yes, sir” I panted
“Then tell me! Who’s my filthy little slut?”
“Me, daddy”
He snarled before fucking me faster “Say it!”
“I’m your filthy little slut, sir” Tears started to gather in my eyes, as I could feel overstimulation being so close
“Then cum for me, like a filthy, little, slut” He whispered in my ear, while pinching my clit.
It didn’t take him long to reach his high, and Roman quickly pulled out and spilled his seed on my mound.
He leaned down and captured my lips in a sweet kiss
“C’mon, let’s get cleaned up” Roman looked up at the clock and continued “And if we’re quick enough in the shower, we can have another round before someone gets here”
He picked me up in his arms, bridal style and whispered
“I still need to taste this pussy or else I’m gonna become a mad man” He smirked when I gasped
And ran towards the bathroom.
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Temptation
-Wednesday-
I love him so much. God I love him. And he’ll never know. Maybe it was a curse from a past life or something. To live like this, tantalizingly close to him but unable to act. I knew he didn’t see me that way, but that didn’t help any in my situation.
Take today for instance, he just came back from the gym today soaked in the lingering smell of sweat. It was probably residual perspiration on the clothes he was carrying back or some other thing in his bag. Still. The smell. Goddamn. I could have died and gone to heaven on the spot. I tried to sneak a whiff of Connor, but all I could pick up was whatever soap and cologne he used. It was earthy, woodsy. Like cut cedar and fresh rain. It’s the Connor I always smelled, since he did always keep himself quite clean, and it’s a wonderful scent in its own right, forming the basis of my idea of Connor and the scent I associated with him. But damn. This paled in comparison to the hints of musk and workout sweat I could glean from his clothing. He reeked of pure man and it’s such a shame he covered that up. God I hope he doesn’t do laundry anytime soon.
He must have picked up on something, cause not a moment later I got a “Oh dude! I’m so sorry, this stuff probably reeks haha. I’ll get it washed up so it doesn’t stink up the place” he laughed politely. Fuck.
“Sure, you do you” I stated back, mentally cursing at his propensity for cleanliness.
You’d think the ROTC guys wouldn’t give two fucks about their smell but I guess Connor was an exception. Then again I don’t really know what they did, so maybe it was normal for them. In any case, he definitely did laundry tonight, and I definitely lost out on a good jack off.
-Friday-
So, weird thing happened last night. Connor looked tired as fuck, but he went out. The man must have been running on sheer willpower alone cause he had some kind of training day earlier today too. He collapsed in his room at like 8. Yet there he was an hour later- eyes bloodshot, hair tousled. Maybe he wanted to let loose or something? Still pretty weird. I mean, the guy was practically a saint. It’s odd enough that he went out for drinks, but even odder that he went out dressed like he did. Still I could definitely get used to a more experimental Connor.
He was also a little looser when he came back. Gave me a pat on the shoulder and a wink. Something about “keeping the room safe” or something. I couldn’t concentrate enough to tell what he was actually rambling about. His breath was drenched in alcohol. I feel like I almost got drunk off the fumes alone when he spoke. No surprise when he had no recollection of any of it after he woke up from his nap.
Total guilty pleasure, but the messy look was kind of hot on him. Never seen my friend so disheveled like this, he was always so prim and proper. It’s kind of nice to see him knocked down a few pegs.
-Tuesday-
Connor let out a cute yawn before scratching his pits. He gave his scratching hand a quick sniff before settling into a satisfied smile. My dick jumped a little. I feigned ignorance when he regarded me, asking me if I saw that. “I… uh…no. Definitely not.”
“Sure dude.” Now fully aware of my stare, Connor continued scratching at himself. “You’re seeing this now though, right?” He ran a hand over his stomach, gently feeling through his defined abs. I kept replaying the event in my head, drooling the delight I just witnessed and at a little daydream of me coming up to to feel this new side of Connor with him. In my daze, I barely noticed my roommate inching closer.
Plus, did he seem… bigger? Though I can’t say I’ve ever seen the guy without a shirt on so I guess I just never noticed. Regardless, this version of Connor was fucking hot. Looks like he’s got a tat too. Hot.
“Baby if you’re gonna keep looking, you might as well have a taste.” He laughed warmly. I couldn’t believe what I just heard. In my stunned state, I couldn’t do anything beyond stare at him in disbelief as a vascular hand that seemed larger than it should be guided mine around his perky ass. God what a nice ass. I still recoiled out of the sheer absurdity in the situation. Try as I might, I couldn’t wrap my brain around the idea of this Connor. It’s like he was two different people. Well, I definitely liked this version of my friend more. I’m still drooling over what just happened.
“Another time, then,” he chuckled before walking to his room.
Weird. Connor never really shut his door other than to sleep. Guess he was tired or something.
-Thursday-
Well shit, I totally misread all of that. Today, I thought I saw that same glint of intrigue in his eyes and decided to risk it. Conner was just sitting in his boxers eating cereal and I was just standing there, a few feet behind. I couldn’t help it. My hand instinctively reached out and the cupped the outline of his ass. Perky. It was cute and compact and plump but definitely had a bit of muscle behind it. I regretted the action immediately.
“…The fuck dude?” He gently whispered. It was more bewilderment than anything. Fuck. He was incredulous and I couldn’t blame him. Anger raged inside him, I could tell. But neither of us knew what to do in the situation. We stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours before I relented.
In shame I could barely stammer out a shameful “s-sorry” before I slunk back to my room, bright red.
I fucked up.
-Monday-
Okay. Scratch everything I just said. Connor is fucking with me. He’s got to be. He strode around the apartment half naked, humming a quiet tune to himself. Sure. Fine, I guess. Whatever. But as soon as he noticed me on the couch working on an essay, he walked over and gave me a hug from behind. Oh my god that hug. Connor was a lean dude, but I swear his muscles were fucking bulging, like they were barely contained in his skin. He wrapped those thick pythons over my shoulders and chest and I just about melted on the spot. I’m pretty sure I moaned a little too. Who wouldn’t? Wrapped in his warm embrace, surrounded by this man- I was his for that moment. I tensed up on the spot. I knew he didn’t swing that way, so I don’t know what he was trying but there was no way I would fall for what I could only assume was some kind of trap.
He spoke in a tone laced in sex. It set me off in a way I didn’t expect. This was a side of Connor I’ve never seen, a tone of Connor I’ve never heard- an experience of Connor I’ve never had. It was a Connor I never knew I needed.
“I’ve seen the way you look at this body. You’re not very subtle.” In the faintest of whispers, he leaned in until his lips were barely touching my ear. My dick was already rock hard in anticipation- I was practically bursting at the seams and I’m sure he had a great view of it. “Just say the word and ‘Connor’ is yours”.
With a control and a willpower I never had before, I refrained from kissing this boy- from putting myself all over him on the spot. I mentally cursed at my friend. ‘What the fuck are you playing at Connor?’
His hot, damp breath caressed my ear in its own embrace as I stood my ground, unmoving like stone. “Got to hand it to you, bro, you put up a really good fight. It’s okay. I love a good fight. Makes victory taste all the more sweeter.” The feel of Connor’s thick, defined fingers running through my hair and wet, slimy tongue across my cheek. He rolled his body forward, so the pulse through his abs would be felt across the back of my neck. From this spot, he was downright imposing. His guns went in for another caress- this time wrapping across my cheeks and around my chin.
“You know I love you bro… This body’s straight as an arrow. But it’s my body- I’ll go gay for you if you want”. What the fuck. Oh god I got a bit of his sweat on my cheek too. My eyes fluttered, body entrapped in a spell of my own hormones reacting to my friend’s advances.
Connor broke me. I shivered on the spot, leaned up to the man, moaned an “Oh fuck…Connor I-I need you. I-” before he cut me off. “Well bro, kind of looks like you still got some work today- you have fun with that.” He laughed coldly. He was fucking with me.
That whole exchange was really fucking weird, cause just a few hours later, it was back to pure awkward silence between us. Like a flip of a switch, the every energy he exuded around me could only be described as “uncomfortable”. I wanted to talk to him, to speak with him about earlier, to tell him I wanted him the same way. Something about those eyes read differently though. They read the same Connor I had been used to until recently. I decided to hold my tongue. Something about this situation wasn’t adding up.
Also I’m pretty sure this kid needs to see a doctor or something. I swear the guy doesn’t sleep- he’s out every night and then I see his tired ass drag himself to class every morning. Rushing a frat? Weird drugs? Could have been a host of things.
-Tuesday-
Now 4 days since the incident last week. Thankfully he hasn’t brought it up- nor has he brought up whatever the fuck yesterday was. If it was even real. I sweat and stumble over my sentences in every conversation I make with him. I flash back to what he said to me. God, this was all too much. Every time I try to focus myself, focus on whatever he was talking to me about, I couldn’t help but think of the Connor that visited me yesterday night.
Maybe, maybe it was just a hallucination. Maybe I dreamed it all up. I was working on an essay for hours. The whole encounter could have easily been a dream. He’s been going out every night too, so it’s not like he could have been speaking to me that coherently. Still. That didn’t make it any better. Whether or not he knew it, Connor was a demon in my life.
I shamefully admit I totally jacked off to that little exchange from yesterday after he left. Grabbed some used Connor-scented garments off his hamper and exploded all over myself in a Connor-themed session. Nothing like the exquisite gym-soaked clothes from a week ago, but it was enough. It was still Connor. My eyes rolled up to the back of my head in pleasure as I took a breath, basking in the afterglow and the scent of forest and earth and faintest lingering musk of Connor in my nose. Connor was everything to me and, hallucination or not, I committed yesterday’s events to memory.
-Still Tuesday-
Shitshitshit. Definitely not a dream. I caught the son of a bitch. In the dead of night, I caught him sneaking in from a dark corner of the room. Like a figure manifest from the shadows itself. He was holding some silver figurine in his hand, reciting some odd words, before he lunged at the sleeping Connor. He gave my roommate a quick sniff before scoffing. “Bro you have to stop cleaning all your nice smells away… With that the stranger pulled at the corners of Connor’s mouth. I watched as my roommate’s skin was forced to accommodate the man’s muscular calves.
I watched as the stranger pulled Connor every further up himself. Damn, even in the dark I could tell the man was ripped. When his head finally slotted into where Connor’s skull would be, and Connor’s face was stretched being pulled, I saw the immediate change in my friend’s demeanor. This was the guy who’s been fucking with me recently. This was why Connor looked so buff lately. I couldn’t see the man who jumped inside my best friend, but I could never wipe that smug smile he wore through Connor’s face.
The smell that originated from inside Connor, the same smell I experienced a week ago. God I loved that scent. It permeated throughout the room. Best friend concentrate. Like a humid, musky, grime that clung to the very air and decorated my nostrils. I never wanted his scent out of me again. I felt like I was inhaling Connor himself, regarding a newly discovered private part of my friend.
My stomach churned in a mix of anticipation and horror. Sweat beaded at my temples. Gotta admit, this was kind of hot. I had to figure out what I was gonna do about this. Self-preservation kicked in and I fled to my room, taking special attention to ensure I did not alert the man inside Connor. Not like he’d notice anyways- dude was feeling himself up almost immediately after he slipped inside.
-Wednesday-
It’s like clockwork at this point. The “other” Connor came back early in the morning from a wild night out, before passing out on our couch as I was finally able to speak with my friend. Impossibly tired eyes looked back at me. He gave a weak grimace. “Must have passed out again….Uh.. can I help you man?” My heart sank. Could I really tell him this? My poor roommate. “No, uh.. do you want any breakfast?”.
I could tell he had meant to say yes. He motioned as much, before staring at my face and turning away. Fuck. He was definitely still put off by last week’s advance. I honestly don’t blame him. “N-no. I got it. Thanks.”
I grimaced awkwardly before shrugging and walking to fix myself some breakfast. This would complicate things. And I couldn’t do that to Connor. I needed to find a way to fix this without him knowing. Evidently, his body being used and worn out like an evening jacket was taking its toll on him. Despite whatever we were going through, he was still my friend. And I couldn’t in good faith add more to that burden.
“Hey, one of the guys from the gym’s coming over for dinner, that cool?”
“Yeah man, I’ll just order some extra pizza,” I said back, sighing internally in relief at some semblance of normalcy.
-Still Wednesday -
I met Connor’s gym friend. To be honest, already forgot his name. He gave me a wink when he shook my hand and I couldn’t stop staring all dinner. I think even Connor picked up on it. He looked almost jealous with all the attention I usually gave him being directed at the stranger. The stranger asked to use the bathroom, and I wanted to let him know how to get to it, but he seemed to already know the path.
“Hey bro, is it cool if I stay the night?“ I nodded automatically, lost in deep thought.
There’s something peculiar about the Connor’s gym friend. And I didn’t notice it until I was already in bed. Then hit me like a brick.
That fucking smirk.
-End-
If anyone knows who this guy is, please let me know… for.. uh.. research purposes.
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hi lovely! hope ur doing well 💕💕 so excited that ur requests are open AHH!!!
but how would the brothers react to MC denying their kisses as a lil prank to see their reaction? [got inspo from this tik tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMePw8TLe/ if you wanna see] I imagined some of them would be a bit desperate and thirsty like the guy in the vid hehe.. not sure if u done the idea before but I thought it'd be fun!!
this is my first request for anything here so I hope I did it right ahh love ur writing btw and hope u have fun with ur requests!! 🥳🥳
I cannot put into words how much I absolutely despise that tiktok trend and I'd slap a bitch if they tried that on me. But anyway welcome to the blog! 🎉
Warning: slight NSFW
THE BROTHERS reacting to MC denying them a kiss for a tiktok prank
Lucifer:
First of all, he despises that app with a passion and he despises it even more ever since you made it a point to pull him into these ‘trends’. Do you think he has time for this? The only trend he somewhat enjoyed was the iced coffee one. You know, where they make that foamy milk or whatever it was, and only because he loves coffee. Anyway, the minute you lean in to kiss him, he’s ready. Talkin’ about hands tightly on your hips, pulling you closer, ready to meet those cute little puckers and then-- nope. Absolutely not.
“You have two seconds to come over here and finish what you started and if you even think of posting that video I’m not only taking your phone privileges, but I most certainly will take your orgasm privileges.”
Mammon:
He’s a sucker for kisses. He’s also a sucker for tiktok, but he’s mainly on car tiktok and *gasp* shocker, baking tiktok! That’s right, he finds baking videos to be super interesting which is both weird and kind of cool; maybe he’ll pick up a few recipes and make them for you! Anyway, he’s about as excited as a puppy when you come over to kiss him. “Hell yeah babe, come here so I ca-- HEY!” and then you don’t ??? What kind of bullshit???
“MC come back! Get yer ass back here!!”
Leviathan:
This boy daydreams about you 24/7 and he feels so lucky every time he has the chance to talk to you, to hold you, and especially to kiss you. He gets super flustered every time, too, and he does these silly tiktok trends with you because they make you happy. Secretly, he hates them and he wishes they’d just stay between you and him but he also doesn’t want to dictate your life. Anyway, when it looks like you lean in to kiss him, he’s already flustered as all hell and his eyes are squeezed shut tightly, awaiting impact. And then it never happened. And he’s even more flustered and embarrassed now, especially since you’re laughing.
“Oh… heh… of course you wouldn’t… my mistake.”
Satan:
Satan is in the same boat as Lucifer except that he will search tiktok for cute cat videos and cute cat videos only. He’s completely oblivious to these trends because he could honestly care less. He’s done the savage one with you before and only because your ass looked mighty fine in it, that’s it. However, he watched you set up your phone before you came over to him and thus he knows this is some type of prank. So, when you lean in to kiss him, he’s actually the one pulling away with a grin and pushing you away.
“Can’t prank the prankster, kitten.”
Asmodeus:
Oh he loves that app! He’s done about every major trend on that stupid app and his account has a couple million followers. It’s both sad and fascinating how obsessed he is with those videos, but hey, at least someone other than the people he already knows can stroke his ego. Anyway, he’s already seen this trend and he’s waiting for you to pull it on him, but before you could even lean in he’s already laughing like crazy, leaving you confused. He ends up stealing a kiss anyway before moving over to your phone and waving into the camera.
“Oh dear… did you mean to post this? We should do one for my account, too!”
Beelzebub:
Bless his soul. He only recently discovered food tiktok and he swipes away as soon as he sees a video that isn’t food related. Looked like a chocolate covered strawberry, is actually a kissing exercise = swipe! Honestly it’s precious how he’ll spend hours on there. Sometimes he goes onto the workout part of tiktok too and does some new workout routines but it’s mainly just food so Beel didn’t see it coming when you pulled the prank on him. As a matter of fact, he’s rather hurt when you pull away from the kiss and a big pouty lip will form.
“I won’t force you… but I was really looking forward to that. Can I have one?”
Belphegor:
You think this demon has time for tiktok when his sleep routine is at stake? He hears you scroll through the videos sometimes but he could honestly care less about all of that. Every once in a blue moon he’ll ask you to pull up some cute puppy videos but even that is rare. Anyway, when you lean in to kiss him, he has already gotten his eyes closed and is awaiting the sweetness that is your lips. And then they never come. And then he sees the phone in his face and he gets mad, taking it from you and throwing it across the room before pulling you on top of him.
“I knew there was a reason I hated that stupid thing. Kiss me or that phone will stay broken.”
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Sexting next door / Sam x Reader
Note : This is my first fic in I don’t know how long, I tried my hardest so I really hope at least someone can enjoy this lol, also might be typos!
Words : 2.4k
Warnings : Sexting, exchanging pictures, dirty dirty talking, talk of oral/penetration/dry humping, swearing, lots of stuff.
The last week had been occupied with a hunt which ended with the three of you searching the woods for an old cemetery, laying all the buried souls to rest. Working with the Winchesters made the gigs easier. You found some joy in their presence, especially around Sammy.
You guys obviously had crushed on eachother, Sammy made the most moves while you took them as innocent jokes. You just didn't want to complicate anything for anyone.
You all had just got back to the motel, while the brothers shared a room like always, you got your own right next door. Your phone sat next to you as you pried off your dirt caked boots, hidden graveyards were something else. The device chimed with Sams assigned ringtone, you grabbed it in eagerness.
"You get settled in?"
You smiled at the text, he knew how to make you feel special even if it's a simple check in. You struggled with a response that sounded natural, typing then deleting, you finally wrote one and went with it.
"Yeah, just got the boots off lol"
"Are you getting anything good on the tv?"
"Nope, nothing"
That was a lie, you haven't even looked at the tv yet, but he didn't know that. You began unbuttoning your grimy top, feeling the cool air nip at your skin while the material still hung on your shoulders. You bit your lip as you typed another text to follow your previous one.
"Finally getting out of these clothes too"
You locked your phone quickly with embarrassment, you couldn't believe what you just sent. He was your friend, but the entire day he had been constantly flirting which made the temptation even harder to resist. The phone chimed after what felt like ages.
"Me too, I was able to get the shower first"
You read the text through squinted eyes, terrified to read his response with fully opened eyes. Your mind trailed to the image of him without anything on, the warm water running down his toned body, it made your heart race.
"Just about to get in"
You nervously pulled at your lip while intently watching the screen.
"Maybe I should hop in too, hot water sounds amazing right now"
"Do it, I'll keep you company ;)"
The wink confirmed it. He was leaving an opening for you to accept or decline before pursuing anything more.
"I'm taking off my clothes right now, what are you doing?"
"Turning the shower on, already undressed"
"I wish I could see that"
He opened it and hasn't responded in a while, you completely fucked it up. You cursed at yourself before seeing the tiny text bubble come up and disappear a few times until one finally came in.
"I wish I could see you take off those jeans, I could not stop staring at your ass today. All I wanted to do was pounce on you, you've been all I could think of."
You gulped at his message, this was would be your first time sexting, you were already loving it. You felt yourself getting excited at his message, reading it over and over. You pulled your shirt off the rest of the way.
"You were looking? That's very unprofessional of you, Sammy. If only I knew, I would've been 'accidentally' grinding against you all day."
Both of your tones suddenly changed, it wasn't the laid back no-period texts you normally exchanged, it was dirty and intriguing. You couldn't wait for him to respond.
"If you had done that, I don't think I would've been able to control myself."
"What would you have done? I would've loved to feel you press against my ass, I'm clenching my thighs just thinking about it."
"I would've pulled you into the nearest room and commanded you to grind against me until you came in your pretty panties."
You groaned at the thought, Sammy made dry humping sound hot, he could probably make any sexual act sound compelling.
"How do you know what panties I wear?"
You found yourself completely wrapped in texting back and forth you forgot about your plans to shower. Deciding to get comfortable, you leaned back onto the comforter. You were invested in where this was going, a shower could wait, unlike this.
"I've done your laundry and seen you in your undergarments before. I think I pretty much know everything about you, Y/N."
"I'm imaging my lace covered pussy grinding against your bulge covered by your boxers. It would feel so good to have you rub against me. I'd be soaking through my panties you could definitely see it dampening both our cloths."
You wanted to get dirtier so you tested the water, you wrote the first thing you thought of. It may have been a little too forward but your lust clouded all rational thinking.
"Jesus. My imagination might not be doing this scenario justice, I think we'd have to try it out next time we see eachother."
The elation in you grew with each suggestion.
"And when will that be?"
"If you keep it up, soon. Have you stripped yet?"
Sam was a great dom, he wanted everything to be in his control and you couldn't help but like it. You could trust him with control.
"I've been so busy with our little daydreams, I forgot I was even going to shower. Laying in bed still partially clothed."
"Take your pants off now, then give your ass a nice spank for me. Make it sting."
You followed his orders, placing the phone to your side as you lifted your hips to remove the jeans. You held the phone again as you flipped, now laying on your stomach, you used your free hand to rub on your cheek before giving it a sharp smack.
"Both are done, I'm thinking this might leave a mark?"
You raised your phone in a rush of confidence, snapping a photo of your ass and the handprint that reddened with time, attaching it to your message, and sending it without any hesitation. The mark was not as big as Sam could do and you dearly wished it was his hand instead.
"Fucking hell Y/N, I was not expecting that. You're making me want to come over right now to fuck you senseless."
"What do I do next? Still have my panties and bra on."
"Take your bra off baby girl, play with your nipples till they're both hard. Pinch them, flick them, be rough with it."
It was easy for you to follow his words, you found yourself loving his demands and dominance, you could keep following them for hours. You held yourself up with an elbow, you pinched the tip hard between your fingertips, rolling them slightly for more stimulation. You moaned with each uncoordinated flick.
"They're feeling so sensitive now."
You attached another picture, your tits in frame with your now erect and red nipples. After his reaction with the last one, you wanted to get more from him.
"So so perfect. Picture I'm there, sucking and biting on them. My warm breath fanning your soft skin. I want to make you feel good."
"You're making me feel good right now, I can't believe we're actually doing this."
"We can stop whenever you get uncomfortable, I want you to be good with all of this."
His message made you smile through the lust, he really did care about you. It wasn't the most ideal timing, but you could easily get worked back up again with his skills.
"Sorry, never wanna stop this <3"
You shook your head with a small laugh as you flirted.
"Good, me neither. You still have your panties on like a good girl?"
"Haven't taken them off yet, you haven't told me to."
"Sounds like someone's enjoying being bossed around, huh? What if I told you to suck me off, would you do it?"
"I'd let you throat fuck me. I want to gasp for my breath when you finally pull from my mouth."
"Your lips look perfect for my cock, I want to see them wrapped around me as I thrust into your mouth."
"I want you to be as rough as you can, Sammy."
You flipped over to your back once again, your hand dipping into your undies, rubbing soft circles over your clit as you awaited another message. You wanted to invite him over that instant but you had to resist the urge, sexting was fun and a good first step for the two of you.
"I've finally entered the shower, I'm stroking myself to the pictures you sent me. Kinda hard keeping the phone dry."
You laughed a little to yourself at the end of his message.
"Your turn?"
Not that your heart hadn't been pounding the entire time, your recent text made it even faster. You bit your lip in anticipation, you couldn't lie to yourself, you've always wondered what he was packing. And just like that, you revived a picture. Your jaw clenched at his size and width, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to fit him if you ever got to doing this stuff in person. It was hot and impressive.
"How am I going to fit all of you? I don't think any amount of wetness would prepare me for you."
"We'll make it fit princess, I wanna see your warm pussy stretch around me. Fuuuck, I want you so bad Y/N."
"I want you bad too, maybe our next session can be face to face. I can't imagine how you'll make me feel when I have your hands on me instead of my own."
"You touching yourself right now? I don't remember telling you to stop playing with your tits."
"I couldn't take it anymore, I was aching for some relief."
That was true, your pussy throbbed for attention to the point it hurt to not touch yourself. No one else had this affect over you, making you soak through your lace like nothing.
"Fine, you can touch yourself as long as you don't cum until I allow you, and take it easy, I want you to enjoy this."
"Yes, Sammy."
You slowed down, rubbing slow circles on your aroused clit. Everything was heightened and sensitive, what was he doing to you?
"I'm touching myself, paced instead of rushed. I wish this was your hand. Not gonna lie, I constantly think of how good your large hands would feel on my body."
"Where?"
His response was immediate after he quickly read your message, considering what he told you just a little ago, you knew he was getting off to your little conversation.
"On my ass, in my pussy, around my throat. Even you holding my hands above my head or behind my back sounds like a pleasure. I want you to touch and explore every part of me."
The typing bubble appeared just as it did when he responded to every other text, this time you cut off his response with another one of your own, you wanted to get him really worked up.
"For future reference, I'd probably cum instantly with your tongue on my clit and your fingers in me as deep as they'd go."
You weren't a newbie when it came to sex, you knew what you wanted in the bedroom. Being a hunter and constantly hopping town to town, you had your occasional one night stand to release the stress that came with your job.
"Oh really? You want me buried in you while tasting you all at once? I can do that for you princess, I've been wanting to taste you. I'd eat you out till you came on my tongue then I'd make you kiss me, deep."
"You already know I'd return the favor."
You referred back to your message you sent not long ago about going down on him.
"We haven't even talked about getting to the main act and you've got me almost cumming. I had to slow my pace in order to not finish."
You smirked at his reply, biting your lip with a small groan as you still touched yourself. You were hoping you had the same effect on him that he had on you.
"Let's get onto the main act then. How'd you want to fuck me?"
"I can think of a few ways... But I most definitely want to see myself slide in and out of you. I want to enjoy every bit."
"Maybe my hands holding onto the back of my thighs while laying on my back? Everything would be on display."
"I could put your legs up on my shoulders and get really deep in you. Wouldn't that feel good?"
"I'd be seeing stars. And I would not be able to walk afterwards. Feeling you brush against my cervix repeatedly with your big cock, you're gonna fill me so good."
"Y/N you're gonna make me cum. Speed up."
With his permission, you started to rub faster. You moaned loudly, forgetting about anyone else in the seedy motel.
"Fuck, keep moaning."
You blushed in embarrassment, he could hear you from their rooms bathroom which definitely meant Dean could hear you, the strangers on the opposite side didn't concern you. You allowed yourself to moan with each lap, not holding back the cries. You went on for a minute before diverting your attention back to the phone.
"Imagine how much louder I'd be with you inside me."
"I've been thinking about all the noises you'd be making the entire time. You sound so hot. Are you close?"
"Yeah Sammy, I'm almost there."
Your breathing pattern became rapid and harsh, small wines escaping your lips as you played yourself to perfection.
"Beg for permission to cum."
You groaned at his response.
"Please let me cum, please Sam, I'm not sure I can hold it."
It was hard enough holding back your release but even harder to beg with one hand.
"You can cum baby, just cause you've been so good."
Your body released the tension, the relief rolling in as you came in your panties, finally. It hit you hard, your hips shaking as you moaned louder than earlier. You couldn't deny it, you never orgasmed like that when you were doing it solo.
"I couldn't help but finish to your moans"
His response was like his usual ones, not so formal and more playful. You could get used to seeing both sides regularly.
"We should do this more often, or try it in person, either one"
"I am 100% on board with that"
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Sidewalk Chalk
Pairing: Basketball Player! Yoongi x reader (non-idol! au, childhood friends to lovers! au)
Genre: fluff
Warnings: none
Summary: As a child you had always loved to play in the park. Loud and obnoxious you made an array of friends, but you soon discovered that the lonely boy sitting on a swing on the playground is much more fun to draw with. Bonding over chalk drawings in the heat of the summer, little did you know that he would become your rock for many summers to follow.
Word count: 9k
rating : g
A/N: This is square 7/25 for the @bangtanwritingbingo (Square: Chalk Drawings). Thank you @min-yoon-kween and @sunshinejunghoseokie for trying even when the house was burning i appreciate you guys so much. I am also really grateful to my best friend who told me off for my general writing mistakes and for keeping me together.
A massive massive massive thank you to the amazing @ttaetae for her amazing skills of pulling a crappy banner i made and making it a masterpiece. You have saved me!
I have not written so much fluff, but it was needed after all the angst and all the angst that will follow after this.
Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for the work
As always please leave feedback and/or talk to me as i love to hear from you! Enjoy <3
The sound of the birds chirping in the early hours of the morning, as you walked through the park, was the perfect soundtrack to your day. Smiling softly to yourself, you took a deep breath in, savouring the scent of the late summer blooms. Your feet carried you slowly towards your destination. You were in no rush. Today time was just a concept, and you would make the most of it. You caught yourself checking the clock multiple times before you left the house and decided that you would leave your watch at home. Today was your day. Nothing would ruin it, not even the rain forecast for later in the day. The sound of children laughing was a telltale sign that you were quickly approaching your destination. Excitedly you sped up only to stop abruptly. Under your foot lay the faded outlines of a chalk drawn hopscotch. Smiling brightly to yourself you looked carefully around you, your eyes taking in the scenery, there was no one in sight. Placing one foot on the starting line, you proceed to hop through the numbers laughing quietly to yourself. You were definitely over the age where that would be considered appropriate, but you did not care. Sidewalk chalk games have always been your favourite.
“I see you have found something more important than meeting your own boyfriend.” The voice startled you and with a yelp you stumbled right before your feet could touch the squares with the numbers 9 and 10 in it. Turning towards the source you pouted at the man standing in front of you. The wide smile and soft features were unmistakable and your pout quickly dissolved into a beaming grin. “Yoongi.” You laughed, your feet carrying you towards said man. As you approached him, your pace quickened before you broke out into a run jumping into his arms at the last minute.
“Y/N.” He grunted, the impact knocking the air out of him. His displeasure was not real though and once he gained his footing back his arms wrapped around you tightly. Looking down at him, your heart swelled with affection. His eyes were half closed, the bright smile taking over most of his face, his black hair long enough to brush over his pale complexion. He was handsome and he was all yours. Squeezing him in your arms again to gain his attention you pecked his cheek. “Hello.” He couldn’t help but laugh at your redundant greeting but nevertheless responded. “Hello love. Have a good morning?” The arms wrapped around your waist tightened, you realised he was still carrying you. Worried for his back you wriggled yourself to get him to let you go. His arms only tightened around you, not ready to let you out of his arms just yet.
“Yoongi.” You whined with a pout. “Let me go! Your back.” You patted his shoulder. He knew you were not actually angry at him, if the laughter lines at the corner of your eyes were any indication. “Just a bit longer love, I haven't seen you in so long.” Your pout lessened and you laughed at him, “it’s only been 2 days silly.” Despite your words your arms wrapped around his neck once more as you buried your head in the nape of his neck. Inhaling deeply you took in his warm scent, a smell that has become so familiar to you, it made you feel like coming home.
“Exactly,” he laughed, and you could imagine the sight of his gummy smile in your head. After so many years, the thought of it still makes your heart race. He was not very liberal with his smiles, but when he did share them with you, it was the most beautiful and uplifting sight. The intensity of it took your breath away. Suddenly you felt the world around you shift as he started spinning the two of you round. You screeched holding onto him as if your life depended on it. This was another uncharacteristic Yoongi behaviour, this playfulness only rearing its head few and far between. As a public figure he always had to be careful of his outward appearance and behaviour, his moves always calculated and thought of beforehand so as to avoid any potential scandals. However, with you he always let his guard down. The aloof Min Yoongi morphed into a child, ready to do anything you asked of him. Even if it was building a fort at 4am to cuddle under and listen to the sound of the rain pitter-pattering outside. “Yoongi stop!” You cried out, the colours of the trees around you morphing into one as dizziness started to set in. He did not stop until the echo of voices reached your ears, signalling the approach of a group of people. Putting you back on your feet, his hands lightly gripped your elbows making sure you did not fall over. Once he was sure you were firmly planted on the ground, his hands dropped to yours and with a silly grin he enclosed his palms over yours.
“Come on, we have company.” You chuckled, but followed him, his bigger strides keeping him a few steps ahead of you. The sight of his back brought back so many memories. Over the two decades you had been close, it had become a sight so intimate to you, that more often than not it appeared in your dreams as a refuge, your safe haven. The voices behind you could be heard coming closer, and Yoongi turned his head to glance over his shoulder. Wide eyed he glanced at you, a quiet signal. You needed to hurry up, and so with a giggle you picked up the pace, breaking into a small run trying to reach a place where it was just the two of you.
Hand in hand, your steps in sync, you walked down the empty path, enjoying the quietness of the early morning, the sun beating down on the pavement, eyes closed in contentment. You remembered the first time you felt this complete, the day when Yoongi finally asked you to be his girlfriend. As friends you always spent time together but as soon as you decided that the furtive glances and subtle hand touches were more than feelings of friendship, something in your relationship shifted. Your days meeting in the cafe were not about two friends catching up with each other anymore, instead, they could be considered a bud waiting to bloom, the bud of your romantic relationship. Your conversations were not as easy going anymore, still lighthearted, but this time, him and you were establishing the grounds of your affection. An affection which you would build on for however long you were meant to last. In your heart, you knew that you had always loved him, even before this significant shift in your connection.
“You are making that face.” His voice broke you out of your daydream. Brought back to the present, you narrowed your eyes at him in mock offense. “What is with my face? I thought you liked this face.” Sticking your tongue out at him, you started swinging your intertwined arms higher and higher in the air. Yoongi scoffed at your childishness, but he couldn’t deny the warmth spreading through him. You were beautiful, even when acting half your age, and he wouldn’t have chosen anyone else to fall in love with. Your loud disposition was what drew him to you in the first place. Or better yet, your loud disposition was the reason you barged into his life. The thought of your first meeting made him smile, his grip on your hand tightening. “See, now you are making a face.” Your rebuttal came quickly and he couldn’t help but laugh. As he looked at you, his laugh dissolved into a fond smile. “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?” Before you could think of a response, he pulled you to his side, his hand released yours, only to wrap his arm around your shoulders.
“I was just thinking.” He hummed, glancing at the sky, its brightness making him squint. He regretted not taking his pair of sunglasses from home, but before he could dwell on that thought a poke to his side brought his attention back to you. The sight that greeted him instantly slowed his pace to a stop, and he realised it was not you who poked him, but the pair of sunglasses that you were offering to him with a hopeful smile. “Knew you’d forget them so I kept a pair on me.” In that moment, the brightness of the sky couldn’t even compare with your smile, the latter becoming the sole reason his heart started doing somersaults in his chest. By instinct his hand went to check his back pocket, its weight becoming more and more apparent. He stopped himself before he could draw your attention. Instead, he took the glasses you offered him and placed them on the bridge of his nose, his face instantly relaxing.
With a grateful smile, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders once more. “What were you thinking about?” His eyes drank in the sight of your wistful smile, your eyes gazing off into the distance - the face he’s mentioned before, the face you made when you reminisced. He’s seen that expression multiple times when you’d both be sitting on your balcony, a glass of wine in your hands, your back leaning onto him, both covered in blankets. On those nights you would talk about anything and nothing at all. You would share amusing stories of your daily life, he would share his creative processes with you, sometimes you would play stupid games and sometimes, the sombre atmosphere left no room for entertainment. On those days, both of you would make sure to stay away from any alcohol until after you had gotten all your emotions out. Those nights you would cry for each other, your hearts intertwining along with the stars, your bodies moulding into one, until the stress and pain from the day would release its grip on your souls. He knew that look all too well, it meant that somewhere in your head, you were reliving a story, and so he waited patiently knowing very well he would hear it soon. After a few minutes of silence, the only sounds to be heard were the crunch of the gravel scattered on the pavement under your shoes, you turned towards him, a content smile on your face.
“Do you remember when we first met?” At your words he looked thoughtful for a second too long, before he responded with a cheeky grin. “You mean to say I should be able to remember the time when dinosaurs existed on this planet?” You huffed in aggravation before pushing into him slightly with your shoulder. “Honeyboy,” you warned playfully, “don’t make me stuff sand down your trousers.” He guffawed at the words he heard for the first time exactly twenty years ago. “As if you had enough courage to stick your hands in that mess.” His words should’ve annoyed you, as they did before, instead you beamed at him, the butterflies in your stomach causing a storm of emotions to burst inside of you. He did remember- that was his exact response to you at the time. The knowledge that not only did he have a vague idea of what you were talking about, but he also had a vivid recollection of the exact exchange that took place at the time made you dizzy.
Indeed, that summer day on the playground, twenty years ago, you threatened him with sand in his overalls if he refused to offer you his friendship. That thought would make you blush for years to come, but at the time, it was what instigated a beautiful friendship.
The children playing in the sand screeched and laughed, each trying to create a sand castle better than their friend’s. In the midst of it, you were the loudest of them all. Loud and obnoxious, you commanded the attention of the whole group, self proclaiming yourself the queen of all the sand castles, even though yours was the one that lacked the most. Yet, no one dared to question it, they went along with what you were telling them. The group of children surrounding you soon got bigger and bigger, as your loud disposition would attract the attention of all the newcomers.
“Come on, let's play at the monkey bars!” your pudgy finger pointed towards the abandoned steel poles. You had been eyeing them for a while, not because they posed an interest to you, you could care less about them. But the lonely boy leaning on one of the bars immediately commanded your attention. He was digging a stick in the soft ground at the base of the pole, and you have seen the look adorning his face before. It was the same look you would have when your parents would take you to their grown up things, it was boredom. And on a playground that was sacrilege to you. Without waiting for a response from your newly made friends you ran towards the bar, making sure to stop a few feet in front of the boy.
“Hello?” You called out to him your voice wavering for a second, wondering if it was smart to approach a stranger like that. But as soon his eyes lifted from the intricate designs his stick had managed to draw, your resolve steeled. He looked sad, lonely, and you would not let that happen. Approaching him with a determined gaze on your face you stopped a few breaths away from kicking him in the face with your knee. “Hey, do you wanna play with me?” You smiled at him, the lack of a front tooth making it look like a comical sight. The boy carried on staring at you, not uttering a word, so you tried to extend the invitation again, this time slower, assuming he did not understand you the first time. When he remained still for a few more seconds after which he returned to his masterpiece, your anger increased, and you stomped your foot on the ground.
“Hey, don’t make me stuff sand down your trousers!” You threatened, prepared to bend down to gather a handful of the said offender. The boy scoffed under his breath and you prepared to throw an insult back at him, but the sight of his smirk made you close your mouth quickly. “As if you have enough courage to stick your hands in that mess.” His stick motions to the still damp mound of sand by your feet to emphasize his words and as if to prove him wrong you bend down your hands sinking into the softness of the sand. Giving him a threatening look you dare him to continue mocking you. “Are you stupid?” His voice is harsh, but underneath all that your seven year old brain could detect the bravado. Faltering, you gave him a thoughtful look. “I will have you know i got a golden star at school the other day, so i’m not stupid!” You responded just as harshly. How dare he call you stupid? “If you don’t want to play with me just say, fine.” You stick up your nose in distaste, ready to leave the rude boy behind when he goes to stop you, the sound caught in his throat. Your eyes scrutinised him ready to give him a piece of your mind when you spot the leg that he is hiding behind himself, a thick cast around the ankle. Your eyes widen as realisation dawns over you. Of course, how could you have been so stupid and so brash. Your mother warned you to not rush head first into being judgemental and for the first time you understood what she meant. Embarrassed at your own behaviour you blush, your eyes darting around trying to find a distraction. When you spot the empty grey pavement a thought crosses your mind. You turn around quickly, throwing him a “wait for me” over your shoulder before you rush towards your mother.
Running back towards his dejected form, you could see the tension slip away when he spies you returning. Once again stopping short from kicking him you blush, the sudden courage you had earlier completely gone. Bashfully you extend your hand towards him, a pack of colourful chalk in your hands. Staring at it confusedly, he didn’t know what to do so instead he asked, “what is that?” he pointed towards it and you scoffed . “It’s chalk, now who is the one who is stupid?” He stared at it in awe before he shifted his attention towards you, “and what are you going to do with it?” You don’t respond to him, but instead you grab his arm, your fingers were clammy and could barely enclose over his forearm but with tremendous stubbornness you managed to get him standing upright. Not letting go of his hand you slowly encouraged him to take a few steps at a time until you both reached the strip of pavement you’ve spied earlier. You made it a point to not respond to the boy’s questions until you were both settled, your bums on the pavement and you’d pulled out two pieces of coloured chalk. One pink and one blue. He extended his hand to reach for the blue but you pulled it away tutting at him.
“Not this one stupid, this one.” You handed the pink one and he stared at it in distaste. “But pink is not for boys, pink is for girls.” He complained and extended his hand out for the blue chalk again. “Blue and pink are two colours. That is all. My mommy says you shouldn’t think inside a box, you should expand your….” You stopped, your face scrunched up in concentration. “Skyline…or something.” Dejected at not having remembered the word you took a deep breath in and carried on. “ Anyways, so it doesn’t matter if you are a girl or a boy.” The boy looked at you in awe, his eyes blinking repeatedly in fascination. “O-kay.” He’s quick to relent and soon enough, the outline of a house could be seen in pink chalk in front of him. The excited screams of children could be heard from across the playground and suddenly someone is yelling a name. “Y/N!” The boy looks confusedly around him, expecting a response from the crowd of children that took up his spot near the monkey bars. Instead, you looked up and waved at the person yelling the name. “Are you coming?” They waved you over and for a second the boy thought you’d get up and leave him, like most of the people have done when they’ve discovered he was not only shy but also a cripple for the time being. He could feel his heart drop at the thought, nevertheless, you glanced at him briefly before shaking your head. “Nah.” The group didn’t even bother calling for you a second time, their attention grabbed by the colourful metal bars awaiting them.
“Oh yes, my name is Y/N!” You suddenly turned towards your companion, your beaming smile uncovering your missing tooth once more. “What is yours?”
The boy looked wearily at you, the thought of you staying with him despite his handicap warming his soul. He throws you a small smile, his chocolate eyes scrunching slightly at the action and you swore that in that moment you felt enraptured. “Yoongi.” He didn’t say anything else, his attention back to his dream house. Sure, it may have been in chalk but he was determined to have that. Admiring his work, his eyes trailed towards your form and he could feel a tender smile bloom on his face. Yes, he was determined to have that.
“You were the biggest sap I have ever met.” Back to the present, you and him had managed to make your way through the trees, the winding path taking you further into the park. The sounds of the city seemed far away from you now, the only sounds surrounding you being the busy chirp of birds and the rustle of the leaves in the wind. Yoongi laughed and prepared to prove you wrong, but if he was honest with himself, you weren’t. Taking his lack of response as a win, you grinned cheekily at him. “Do you remember the time you wanted to convince me to climb a tree with you? Because you were told that fairies lived in that tree?” You spied the redness colouring his cheeks, the memory was a blessing and a curse for him. He did ask you to climb into the tree with you, but your memory of that event was not entirely correct. He had asked you, not because he heard that fairies lived in that tree, but because he heard that if you climbed in it with your crush, you’d end up spending the rest of your life together. He was twelve at the time, barely getting out of his prepubescent phase where girls were disgusting to him. He had the shock of his life when he managed to escape such beliefs, only to be smacked head on into it with his best friend. His best friend who went on adventures with him, his best friend who’d sit on the swings listening to his stories of pirates and of dragons - no princesses because they were gross. His best friend who happened to be you. Suddenly, his stories included princesses and princes who saved them from the dragon; most often than not, his plan to be a prince would backfire and he would end up being bossed around and turned into the princess who needed to be saved. He took it all, and played the part with starry eyes, because it was you who asked this of him. Any other person and he would have kicked them in the shin. But for you, for you he was willing to face the wrath of his parents for being out late at night, he was willing to skip basketball practice, only to spend a few more hours with you.
“Correction love, I was made into biggest sap possible.” He narrowed his eyes at you behind his glasses, “who decided that being emo was the way to go, prepared to get your ears pierced and god knows how many tattoos, even though you are terrified of needles?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the memory, the exact conversation that you two had with each other, still ingrained in your brain. It was the first time he had admitted to feeling anything more than platonic love towards you.
You were both perched on top of your bed, your knees drawn to your chest, his, crossed at the ankles, his eyes pierced yours in the fiercest of stares and you drew your legs closer to yourself in an attempt to ward yourself from his stare. It was one of the first few times you had witnessed Yoongi this upset, and it scared you. Only because you had dared mentioning the tattoo you were planning to get, excitedly you even drew a design for it. Yoongi’s reaction was not what you’d expected. to be honest, you didn't even know what he would say, his emotions and mood swings could be extremely volatile- but it was definitely not this. “Yooooongiiiii,” you whined, his stare made you more uncomfortable as time passed and no word was exchanged between the two of you. His only response was a huff, but in your eyes that was better than the silence he’s been offering you for the past half an hour. “Look, it is not that big of a deal, I get this and then I will stop, I promise.” You pleaded, your eyes getting wider and wider, in your signature baby face. A face that Yoongi knew he could not win against, but this time, he would try his hardest. Seeing that your efforts yielded no results you sighed, the sadness that you’d tried to contain taking over you. Attuned to you and your moods more than he’d like to admit, Yoongi noticed the shift in your emotions straight away, and he shifted closer to you on the bed with a worried look. Neither of you uttered a word, the traffic outside your window being the only sounds that penetrated through the walls of your bedroom.
“Look,” you finally broke the silence, the angst in your sixteen year old heart too much to contain. “I just want to prove myself to him, okay?” Sensing Yoongi’s body weight shift on the bed, you hurriedly continued, “-and I know what you will say, I don’t need to right? But, you don’t know what it’s like. I have had this crush for so long now, it hurts physically.” Your voice broke and along with it so did Yoongi’s heart. He had tried his best to support you in all your endeavours, including your romantic ones, and yet, the older he got, the harder it was for him to dampen his own. “I do know.” He muttered and your head snapped up to look at him, he was facing away from you, a dusty rosy pink colouring his cheeks.
“What?” You whispered, your brain trying to recall if at any point Yoongi has expressed his interest in any girl, or boy for that matter. But no matter how hard you’d tried, there was nothing, not even in passing. So once he reiterated what he said before, this time louder, you looked at him bewilderment. “How, what, Yoongi, why did you not say something about this? Who is it? Do I know her? Is it a he?” In your excitement at this new reveal, you forgot all about your anxiety and hurt, yet, your incessant questions were causing him distress. Shifting away from you on the bed he rubbed the back of his neck, “forget I said anything.” But you would not have it, somehow, the thought of Yoongi having a crush on someone felt like Christmas. Maybe one day, both of your crushes would return your feelings, and then you would go on dates, you and him, and other people. Your brain froze at the thought of sharing him with other people, dread settling over you. You could not fathom not having Yoongi there for you. You have been together through thick and thin in the decade that you have known each other. He was there when your parents split up, he was there when you experienced your first teenage heartbreak, he was there to stop you when the hurt of having such a broken family made you resort to underage drinking. He was there to tell you how stupid you were and how you were not only hurting yourself, but you were hurting the people around you. He was there to remind you that you were not alone when you were faced with the hardest decision, to stay with your mother or leave with your father. He was there when high school entrance exams had a toll on you and you stopped eating, he was there to pick you up when you did not get into the same high school as he did. He was also there for the good times. But now that you thought about it, most of your good times involved him one way or another. When he took you to see a film that you had been gushing about yet he hated the genre, when he taught you how to ice skate, when you went to see his first basketball match, when he got you a puppy for Christmas so you would not be alone. He was there ingrained in your heart painting it in pink. The realisation that maybe it was not that one high school classmate that you liked hit you like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t him that made your heart race and butterflies race in your stomach. No, it was your best friend, Min Yoongi.
“Yoongi.” You hesitantly reached out to him, your hand brushing the sleeve of his hoodie. “I just…” He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He couldn’t tell you, not because he was afraid he would ruin a friendship, you were both stronger than that. But he could not bear the thought of placing his emotions on you, of influencing you that way. Mentally you were already burnt out, having pined over someone for so long and not having your feelings returned, that he was afraid you would just jump at the first opportunity of an escape. He did not want his affection for you to be your getaway car. It would only hurt you and it would ruin him in the long run.
Grabbing onto his hoodie, halting him from biting his thumb, an action you have come to realise was comfort for him when he was stressed, you pulled yourself more towards him. “I love you.” You whispered, your voice drowned by the sound of a car honking outside and for a second you prayed that he hadn't heard you, but judging by the way his whole body stiffened, a rock underneath your palm, you knew it was wishful thinking.
“You know, I didn’t think you’d heard me that day.” You mused your attention back to present Yoongi, the Yoongi that has already admitted to you on more than one occasion how much he loved you.
“What made you think that?” His gentle voice was matched by the movement of his fingers playing with yours. “It took you almost a year to reply or even acknowledge it.” You smiled wryly at him. Even though that had been in the past, the memory of the uncertainty and apprehension you lived through for a whole year was still fresh in your mind. After months of not knowing how to approach him, every awkward interaction strained the bond of your friendship, you argued with yourself whether or not it was fair on him for you to push and demand an answer, just for your peace of mind.
Yoongi’s fingers grip yours tightly in an attempt to soothe the ache he could read on your face at the memory. He couldn’t deny that he tried to ignore the drift that happened between the two of you that year, thinking it was best if you both got used to relying less on each other. After all, university was looming over the two of you, he was about to leave on a basketball scholarship, and as much faith as he had in your friendship, he did not want to burden you with his feelings. The only solution that he’s come up with was to let the relationship naturally drift apart.
“You were a bit of an asshole, you know?” You smiled at the thought, the one and only time he had ever made you cry throughout your friendship. So caught up in your thoughts, that neither of you has noticed the sight of the one place that was dear to both of you. The basketball court where his life has begun. “Should we go in?” you motioned towards the closed gates. “They’re locked.” The lock was indeed on the wired gate, but you grinned wickedly, a sight that told Yoongi you were about to suggest something that he may not agree with. “When did that stop us?” You laughed as he groaned in disapproval whilst taking his glasses off and placing them in his jacket. You were not wrong, it had never stopped you, and he had his fair share of keeping you out of detention on most days for jumping the school gates.”We are not school kids anymore, Y/N.” His tone sounded as if he was scolding you, but the glimmer in his eyes told you otherwise. You pull on his hand lightly, bringing him closer to you. “Please?” You whispered as you stood on your tiptoes, your lips only a breadth away from his. Yoongi faltered, he knew he couldn’t say no to you. He smirked, that did not mean he couldn’t request bribery though.
“Y/N, we’d be trespassing.” His tone was serious, but the pull at the corner of his mouth told you another story. You knew very well where this was going, but you would not give in that easily, two could play at this game. With a huff you grabbed the lapels of his jean jacket pulling him flush to your body, your noses touching. You licked your lips, the tip of your tongue ghosting over his. “Please honeyboy?” You pleaded, your glossy lips forming into a pout. Yoongi gulped, it took all he had to not sweep you off your feet and kiss you senseless. “Please.” You rubbed the tip of your nose against his softly and he had to close his eyes to calm himself down. “Love,” he warned and you knew that with one more push he would be all yours. “Yes, love?” You let go of his jacket only to trail your palms up his torso, feeling the muscles contract underneath your touch, to wrap your arms around his neck.
“Fuck it.” Yoongi grabbed your waist pulling you to him with such force you let out a yelp. Your bodies smacked against each other, your lips clashed in a searing kiss, a battle for dominance where there was no winner, just pure pleasure. You moaned into the kiss, his soft lips attacking yours roughly, his tongue slid into your mouth caressing yours. Out of breath you pulled away from him, you could still feel the phantom of his lips against yours. Panting slightly you smirked, “I won, now let's go.” You pulled away from his embrace and grabbed his hand pulling him along with you. Gobsmacked, Yoongi followed you, his eyes never leaving the back of your head. It’s been like this ever since you met, you would somehow convince him to get into trouble with you, and he would follow you like a lost puppy. No, he thought, like a lovesick fool.
“Come on, help me.” You giggled as you grabbed onto the fence ready to pull yourself up. Yoongi sighed but did what you asked, and soon you were both running towards the centre of the court, you a giggling mess and him laughing at your giddiness. As soon as you reached your destination you plopped yourself down gesturing wildly at him. “Come on slowpoke.” Yoongi shook his head at you but increased his pace until he hovered over you. He sat down next to you, the object in his back pocket poking him in the back. He sighed, worry washing over him. Needless to say he had no time to dwell on it as you wiggled yourself next to him, settling your head on his lap. “I missed this place.” You sighed, closing your eyes in bliss. The heat from the sun was less harsh than earlier as it was nearing late afternoon. You had walked the whole day stopping in places and getting ice cream and street food from vendors stationed in the park. It was a weekday and so not many people were milling about, giving you the perfect opportunity to enjoy yourselves. With Yoongi being a well known basketball player, it was easy for him to get recognised. Whereas, it wasn’t too much of a problem usually, you just wanted some time for yourselves.
“Hey,” he called out softly, his fingers playing with the tip of your ears. You whined and swatted at his hand. “Do you remember my last high school match?”
Your laughter died in your throat, and you opened your eyes slowly. That memory always brought tears to your eyes, the whirlwind of emotions you had gone through that day left a lasting impression on you. “You mean when you yelled in my face that you loved me and called me stupid in front of your whole team?” You smile wryly at him and he has the audacity to grimace. “In my defense, you were poking a sleeping bear.” His fingers traced the line of your nose until they reached the tip. “Sleeping bear indeed. That is a good self portrait.” You stuck your tongue out at him only to break out in peals of laughter when his fingers find the side of your hip.
“Stop, stop, stop.” You grabbed at his hand trying to get him to stop but his attack was relentless. “You know the words love.” He playfully reminds you and you bite your lip. “Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry oh mighty honeyboy. I didn't mean to poke fun at you or your skills.” You mock saluted, and he pinched you lightly as a warning, his eyes narrowing.
For a few moments it is silent, both of you enjoying the remnants of the sun, hands intertwined together until you break the stillness by asking the question that hung over the both of you. “Would you have done it all the same?” Yoongi knew what you meant, you were asking him if it were not for the loss of his team then, and the loss of his scholarship, would he have confessed to you that day?
“Yes.” He sighed, there was no need to avoid the inevitable. “Maybe not then, maybe not until years later, but I would have.” You lifted your head up briefly to glance at him, “would you have waited so long? Why?” Your voice is soft, any traces of mischievousness gone.
“Because I had loved you for a long time, even before you said anything.” He sighs, he’d never told you this. After he confessed that day, you never talked about it again. You took it at face value, never once questioning his feelings for you, or their duration for that matter. Your eyes widen in surprise. “Wait, you had?” Yoongi nods at your question, his eyes finding yours as he continues, “ever since you took my hand that day.” He smiles softly at you and you couldn’t stop the watery laugh that escapes. “Well, I enjoyed my aggressive confession, and I would not trade it for the world.” Yoongi could only laugh, the embarrassment present in his voice, he had not meant to be that aggressive but his team had lost, he was injured and you were a crying mess yelling at him for not being more careful.
“Why could you not be more careful? Who cares if you win or not? Did you have to step in at that time?” Eighteen year old you was an emotional mess. For the past year and a half yours and Yoongi’s relationship had suffered tremendously, you experienced your first heartbreak when he chose to ignore your confession, and your second heartbreak when your first boyfriend became too intimidated by your friendship. itting there on the sidelines, watching with your heart in your throat as Yoongi tried to placate the ball only to get hit in the chest with so much force he laid there on the ground for a good two minutes;Needless to say that had been your breaking point. You knew you weren’t being fair, this match was everything to him. This match determined whether or not he would get the scholarship for the university he wanted to get into. Now that they had lost, he also lost the chance to get it. You knew all that, but the sight of him sprawled on the ground unmoving was too much for you, and as soon as the referee had called for the end of the match you ran as fast as you could.
The team gathered around the two of you, after you have managed to break the ranks and slot yourself between them to reach him. You didn’t care that everyone could hear your argument, all you could see was him and his recklessness. Yoongi did not move a muscle, his impassive face not giving away any of his feelings and that only fuelled your anger even more. “Yoongi! Stop being stubborn, talk to me!” You pulled at his jersey, desperate for a reaction. You didn’t even notice the tears that had started to trail down your face, too caught up in lecturing him. He did however, and with a sigh he ran his hands over his face. He really did not want to cause a scene in front of his teammates, but you were not giving up, and the sight of your tears hurt him more than the kick to the chest he’s gotten.
“You know this matters for me Y/N, why are you being like this!” He finally acknowledged you, the tone of his voice still calm and collected. “Because I care damnit!” You pull harder as if that would make him answer you truthfully. Instead of paying attention to you, Yoongi just looked down at his shoes, dreading this conversation. He’s done so well to avoid talking about this, and even though he noticed that this was something you haven’t forgotten, he hoped that when you finally got your first boyfriend things would change, and you would forget about him. He knew it was selfish of him but he couldn't help being relieved when he was offered the easy way out.
“Why?” His voice is a whisper, but you heard it, the sounds of the crowd not even reaching your ears, all you could see was him. Sniffling you let go of his top, defeated you wiped your tears with your hoodie - his hoodie to be precise. “Because! Does it matter?” You don’t whisper, your voice rings loudly, tired or not, you can’t let your chance go to waste. That was the first time he addressed your feelings and you would take it and fight until the end.
“Yes, yes it does!” He raised his voice, the frustration at your stubbornness finally getting to him. “Why would you do this to you? To me? I tried my best to be diplomatic about this! And you are making it so damn difficult!” You flinch at his tone, he’s never raised his voice at you before, but you were not one to back down. Not now, when you finally have the chance to express your true feelings towards him.
“Because I am not a pushover! And because I am not scared! And because I believe in us! And…” the sob that escapes you turns into a hiccup and you paused to wipe at your tears again. Yoongi’s face softened, regret washing over him. He knew he was at fault, for your tears, for your insecurities. But knowing and witnessing how much it had affected you was a different story. “And because I believe in you. So then why would you do this?” If Yoongi had any mind to carry on pleading ignorance, after your confession, it had all gone out the window. Your words hit him like a ton of bricks, the love he harboured for you invading his thoughts and his heart like a tsunami. There was no way he could deny anything now, so he prayed that he would not have to be faced with the truth, one last attempt at avoiding it.
“Why would you leave me stranded like that?” Your shoulders slump, the fight leaving your body, and suddenly your knees feel like gelatin. You stumbled slightly, when a pair of arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you tightly towards their chest.
“Because I love you, stupid.” The familiar scent of your best friend surrounded you and for the first time in a year, you smiled.
You’re brought back to the present by the warmth of a hand on your cheek. “Love, it’s getting late, and there is one more place we need to visit.” If you hadn’t known Yoongi for so long you would have missed the slight waver in his voice. But you were attuned to every little change in disposition so even the smallest hesitation that you could hear in his voice allerted you. Opening your eyes, you study his face, his pouty lips, the slightly uneven shape of his eyes, his nose, the way his hair falls onto his forehead. This was the man you loved and you would not have had it any other way. You reached out a finger slowly, his eyes following it closely, confused at your actions. When you were close enough to the tip of his nose you quickened your movement, poking his forehead without a warning. The astonishment is clear on his face and you can’t help but chuckle. “Right, where to mister?” You rise slowly on your feet, looking at him with curiosity. He didn’t mention a last spot before and you couldn’t think of any other places that you may have missed.
Taking your hand he guided you out of the court, watching you like a hawk as you descended the gate. Once out, he took your hand in his and beamed. “Where it all began.”
Reaching your final destination, your feet sunk in the soft sand, taking you nearer to the colourful monkey bars that stood proud in the middle of the playground. Twenty years had passed since you have met each other, yet nothing had changed. The sandbox was still full and remnants of castles blown by the wind were scattered around it. The sound of children playing games and running around still as much the soundtrack of the playground as it had been back then. The monkey bars looked old and rusty, however their colours were shining brightly in the light of the setting sun- clearly having been painted recently. The only difference from two decades ago stood out like a sore thumb. It was you and him. Still hand in hand at the playground, so similar to your seven year old selves and yet so different. This time you were not two children, setting out on a path of beautiful friendship, you were not even young lovers, giddy with the thrill of your first love, you were two grown ups, having gone through trials in life and love, ready to take on the world and whatever life handed you together.
You let go of his hand, the loss of heat instantly making you shiver, and you grabbed onto the top of the bar, struggling to lift your legs up. Yoongi laughed at you but at your whines he hurried to help you, grabbing you by your thighs, giving them a push. Now wrapped around the bars like a monkey, your head hanging upside down, you let your head drop and closed your eyes. The utter bliss that surrounded you alongside the warmth of the setting sun made you smile in contentment. “Hey Yoongi.” You called out for him, but after a few seconds had passed and you received no response you opened your eyes scanning your surroundings confusedly. He was nowhere in your sight, and for a second doubt gripped at your heart. Had he left without telling you?
Scouring the playground you let your legs drop to the ground. You did not know whether it was the impact of your feet touching the ground, the thrill of jumping off the monkey bar or the fact that as soon as you turned around, he was there less than a feet away from you, a gentle smile on his face, his hand extended towards you- but your heart felt like it would explode. With the feelings coursing through your veins too much to contain, your lips twitched. You wanted to scold him for disappearing out of your sight, you wanted to run into his arms and kiss him senseless, so confused at your own thoughts that you stayed rooted on the spot gaping at him like a fish out of water.
“Love?” The tender look never leaving his face, the corners of his lips twitched. He took a step closer to you, with each step the heaviness of his pocket reminding him of his mission. Taking your hand in his gently, he ran his thumb over your knuckles, the action sending shivers down your spine. Blinking repeatedly at him you closed your mouth, reminding yourself to breathe, as it seemed that you had forgotten how to. The sight of him encased by the low light of the dawn, his light blonde hair reflecting the golden hues creating a halo around him, was enough to take your breath away. The pads of his fingers gently traced up your hand until they reached your wrist, wrapping around it and gently pulling you along.
You did not question him, your feet moving of their own accord. You followed him blindly out of the playground back towards the cement pathway, as you had for the past twenty years of your relationship. Coming to a stop on the pavement where you once shared your hopes and dreams in chalk, he grabbed both of your hands. His distress was instantly evident in the way they trembled, the clammy grip he had on you, similar to the one you had on him all those years ago. Giving him a reassuring squeeze, you waited for what he had to say, your brain going into overdrive.
“Close your eyes.” His voice is soft, so unlike the tough persona he displayed for the public, yet so much like the Yoongi that you have grown up with. You slowly close your eyes, and for a few seconds all you hear is silence, until a rustle draws your attention. You can’t feel his hands on yours anymore and you drop them to the side, patiently waiting for him to allow you to open your eyes. Your ears perked up at the sound of scraping, the softness of the sound rhythmic as if it followed the beat of your heart. As soon as the noise started trailing Yoongi’s voice broke you out of your trance, and this time, the tone of his voice demanded attention, so when he told you to open your eyes you did so without hesitation.
Your eyes locked onto his, the love and adoration in them washed over you in waves, making you tremble with the intensity of it. His head tilted to the side, the smile pulling at the corners of his mouth and you knew in that moment that this was it for you, he was your forever and he would always be. “Y/N,” his voice carried over to you snapping you out of your daze, his head motioning to something in front of him. Slowly your eyes followed the movement and a small gasp escaped your lips, tears welling up in your eyes.
“Love.” That was enough to break the dam that held your feelings together and you all but dropped to the ground, sobs surging through your body. In panic Yoongi made a move to get to you, scenarios of you rejecting him playing out in his head. You did not try to stop him, basking in his warm embrace, lifting you up and giving you strength as he usually did. You closed your eyes letting another fresh trail of tears run down your face. “Love, please you are scaring me.” His voice broke, and he could feel the wetness gathering at the corner of his eyes. Your only response was to grab onto him tighter, hoping that if you brought yourself close enough to him, you would become one, and he would be able to understand how much love was running through your veins at the moment, how much respect and adoration, for the man that has constantly been by your side, the man who decided that playing with chalk that fateful day was what he had wanted, the man who decided that your loud mouth was worth loving and kissing every morning and every night. You broke away from his embrace to glance once more at the pavement. Feeling a new wave of tears gather in your eyes making your vision blur, you quickly wiped them away.
“Yes.” You sniffed as you looked up, your eyes locked with Yoongi’s teary ones. “Yes you silly man.” His smile widened little by little, until all you can see are his cheeks and his teeth. “Really?” the elatedness was apparent in his voice and in that moment you do not see a twenty eight year old man, you see the seven year old whose hand you took; the child with a broken leg you dragged along to play with you. The child whose hand you would take each year; the child whose hand would become your anchor, the hand you would get to hold forever. Nodding erratically you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips finding his.
As you kissed under the setting sun, two united souls, the sidewalk chalk writing next to you told the story of your future.
‘Will you marry me?’
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Avoiding Love: Epilogue
Guys this is so soft. I may have beaten kind touch in softness without crossing into that cliche over the top cringey cute. How do I do this
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The villain was having a hard time believing just what was happening right now.
He was laid back on the couch of a motel room, lights off late at night, some crappy movie playing on the small low res tv in front of him that he was barely paying attention to.
It would have been a fairly normal thing if not for the hero contently snuggled into his chest, sound asleep on top of him.
If this was a dream, he did *not* want to wake up any time soon.
But it wasn't a dream, this was real life. Feelings bubbled up in his chest as he looked down, movie long forgotten about. The hero was sound asleep, relaxed and snuggled in just about as close as he could get to the villain, having made some comment about it being punishment for avoiding him for 4 days.
If that was the case the villain might just have to do it more often.
It had been hours, and he could still feel the slight tingle of where the hero's lips had kissed his cheek.
He caught himself smiling again.
Gods. This creature in his lap had him so wrapped around his finger it was stupid.
The villain couldn't bring himself to mind.
"You're staring again,"
The sudden voice snapped the villain back to reality only to see two eyes sleepily peering up at him.
How long had the hero been awake?
The villain's face immediately took on a red hue.
How long had he been staring?
"I wasn't! I- wait- again?" The villain sputtered.
The hero on top of him giggled, and the sound immediately made the villain feel warm and floaty inside. The hero's face when they laughed while half asleep had to be one of the cutest sights the villain had ever seen. He felt his heart rate pick up again when he remembered what said hero had said earlier.
This hero could play him like a violin without even trying. He had it so bad it was ridiculous. He would have even called it pathetic if not for the fact he wouldn't change it for the world. Not if it meant losing this.
"Yes, again," the hero replied, before yawning mid-sentence and snuggling in even closer, "you were doing it for most of the movie too,"
The villain blushed even more. He was fairly certain the hero would be able to feel how flustered he was even from where he was snuggled against his chest.
"Sorry..." the villain muttered, shifting slightly.
"I don't mind" the hero replied, "I'm just wondering what you're looking at,"
"Nothing. I'm just... staring off into space,"
"For a villain, you're a terrible liar," the hero replied, idly drawing circles on the villain's chest with his finger, which caused goosebumps to rise. The villain could hear the amusement in his voice.
The villain wasn't sure what to say.
"I think it's pretty cute," the hero continued, yawning yet again, "That your staring and don't even realize it,"
The villain shrugged, pathetically tongue-tied and unable to come up with an excuse.
The hero shifted, getting more comfortable before snuggling even closer, "you're so warm,"
The hero glanced up when he still didn't get a response, only to see the villain pointedly looking away from him. The hero giggled again, poking the villain's stomach gently, "Sunshine, you don't need to stop looking at me,"
The nickname alone made the villain's gaze snap back to the hero laying on top of him.
"I was just wondering why, I didn't mean for you to stop," he explained with a small smile.
"You'd laugh," the villain muttered, trying not to shift nervously and disturb the hero who was still practically half asleep.
"I would never," the hero replied more seriously, "If I ever did, it would be fondly, certainly not mockingly. I promise,"
The villain huffed. This was unfair. He couldn't say no to the two puppy dog eyes looking up at him now. He never could.
"I'm just trying to convince myself this is real," the villain admitted under his breath, "because it feels like a dream,"
He couldn't meet the hero's eyes while he spoke, but when he didn't immediately get a response, the villain dared a glance.
The hero was looking up at him with a big yet soft, genuine smile. He reached down, grabbing the villains hand with his own, pulling it in closer and subsequently pulling the villain's arm around him.
"This is real," The hero reassured, intertwining their fingers, "don't worry"
"I just... never thought I'd ever get to hear you say it,"
"Say what?" The hero asked in confusion.
The villain opened his mouth to reply, but stopped, blushing, like the words were caught in his throat. He bit his lip.
But the hero caught on quickly, a small smirk growing on his face.
"Ohhh,"
The villain glanced at him, before looking away again, cheeks darkening.
"I could always say it again you know, if you'd like," the hero offered, failing to hide the amusement in his voice.
The hero smiled as he felt the villain go statue still underneath him. He turned his face downwards, resting the side of his head against the villain's chest. Gently, he examined the villain's hand in his, tracing over the different scars lightly.
"I love you," the hero whispered quietly. Even he was too shy to say it while looking at the other.
In his ear, he could immediately hear the sound of the villain's heart rate pick up, suddenly thumping like a jackrabbit through the snow.
The hero immediately giggled in delight, which didn't help the pounding in his ear slow down any.
He went to say something, most likely a tease of some kind but was cut off by a large yawn, causing the villain above him to chuckle.
"You should go back to sleep darling, you can barely keep your eyes open,"
The villain felt slightly guilty, avoiding the hero for 4 days was probably part of the reason he was so tired.
"It's okay, I'm not- *yawn* - that sleepy..." the hero replied, despite clearly losing the battle to stay awake.
The villain just shook his head and scooped the hero up in his arms as he stood up.
"Wha-"
"Just moving you to bed,"
After laying the barely conscious hero down, he threw the blankets over him. Right as he went to pull away and head to his own bed, he felt something grab onto his hand.
The hero was looking up at him with a mixed expression of pleading, sad, and almost slightly betrayed.
The villain gave a defeated laugh.
Puppy eyes were so cheating.
"Move over,"
The hero's eyes lit up.
He barely got a chance to settle down under the covers before the hero was reattached to his chest snugly. The villain just idly began combing through the hero's hair.
They lay in content silence for a minute, before a barely audible mutter caught the villain's attention.
"I really don't mind you know,"
"Mind what?" The villain asked in confusion, staring at the ceiling above.
"The staring," the hero replied, voice barely discernible from where he was mumbling, barely conscious on the villain's chest, yet still somehow managing to snuggle even closer, "makes me feel safe,"
The villain looked down in shock, only to find the hero had finally waved the white flag and lost the battle of staying awake, now sound asleep.
The villain doubted the hero would even remember any of this conversation in the morning.
He was kind of banking on it because he would never live it down otherwise.
One way or another though, he was sure of two things.
One, he was in love.
And two, he was *definitely* sending supervillain a fruit basket after this.
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