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somethingpoetichere · 3 years

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lovebug- caliban imagine

sup. fic inspired by my favorite song in THE world. not as soft mushy as it may sound I promise caliban is a nice lil sarcastic SHIT with a big ole crush. mild sabrina bashing but its funny in context and I think it’s the way family behaves. reader is a Spellman, not a witch but DOES know about the supernatural/is part of the supernatural world. here with my once in a blue moon post lol. feedback would be appreciated!

called her for the first time yesterday

finally found the missing part of me

felt so close but you were far away

left me without anything to say

Caliban was not an idiot- he knew not to underestimate the Spellman half-witch that had gone and declared herself queen of hell. So he’d taken the liberty of learning everything he could about her, noting her habits and schedule and the people she surrounded herself with.

And then he found you.

You weren’t a witch- at least, he hadn’t found your name in his diligent searching through the Book of the Beast- but you were something. That he was sure of. There was something slightly off about your presence, tinged a little glittery, though not altogether unpleasant.

No, not unpleasant at all, he mused as he watched you make your way towards your car. Tucked into a little yellow sundress, you stood out like a ray of sunshine in the wave of doom-and-gloom that hallmarked high school. The school bell rang out behind you, and Caliban felt his knees go disgustingly weak as you smiled brilliantly at Sabrina through the crowd.

It was a stupid, stupid decision that Caliban would never have made in the right state of mind, but he reasoned that pissing off Sabrina was validation enough to get your attention. He ducked into your path on purpose, taking advantage of your momentary distraction as he gently bumped into you. oops.

You collided with a solid wall, books tumbling out of your hands as strong arms reached out to steady you. You let out a surprised yelp at the collision, peeking up curiously as the wall you’d hit laughed.

Oh, well that was a sight for sore eyes.

The golden haired stranger holding you was, well, gorgeous. Bright blue eyes peered down at you as he grinned, and you felt the whole world shutter around you. You’d definitely been watching too many soap operas with your auntie, but goddamn it if you weren't positively putty.

“Hi there, stranger.” You giggled nervously, and Caliban suddenly remembered he’d had his arms around you for far too long to be acceptable. He reluctantly retreated, feeling something claw a little uncomfortably in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” He apologized, moving to pick up your books as you bent down to retrieve them. He ran a hand through his hair in barely concealed bashfulness, unsure of why he felt so... unsettled, all of a sudden.

“It’s alright, my head was in the clouds.” You waved off his apology, accepting the books he offered you with a grateful smile. “Are you new here? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“He’s new here!” Sabrina’s shrill voice interrupted, training her icy glare on Caliban, who fought back a smirk. “This is Caliban- he’s from... Australia! Yeah, down under!”

“Oh, I can show you around tomorrow! I know how scary it can be to be new here.” You patted his arm sympathetically, ignoring Sabrina’s stream of indignant protests. “I was with student council all day. If you’re a senior, we probably have most of the same classes.”

Caliban had shit to do. Caliban had trials to plan and souls to torture. But you were looking at him- all warmth and sunshine, and Sabrina’s look of pure horror only sweetened the deal.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow then, sunshine.”

so worth it.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban didn't understand why the mortals all bemoaned high school as hell on earth. It certainly wasn't so bad once you got past the wave of body spray and the questionable cafeteria food. In fact, darting to class with a pretty girl beside him was pretty enjoyable, all things considered.

You’d spent the day introducing him to the other students, passing him silly notes in class, and had even tugged him from the lunch room to hang out with your friends in the library. He learned that you pretty much did it all- student council, cheerleader, top of your class- all while managing to somehow know the name of everyone you passed with a smile in the halls. You were silly and sweet— smart as all hell with a wit that certainly kept the clay prince on his toes.

and he was smitten.

The groan that escaped your painted lips was delightfully sinful as you slumped in the seat beside him in english class. “I hate Romeo and Juliet. How do two people fall in love in a few days anyhow? And Mrs. Willows always makes us reenact the scenes, and it’s so corny.” The blush that colored your cheeks as he looked at you in concern was something he did his best to commit to memory- cheesiness be damned, Caliban was enjoying himself far too much.

Caliban smirked, skimming through the booklet he’d been passed as the teacher droned. The prince of hell had a certain flare for the dramatics, and Sabrina’s glare burning into the back of his head only fueled his antics. He had one scene in mind, and it was the scene that was certain to kill four birds with one stone- totally make you fall in love with him, he would somehow manage to kiss you (that part was a work in progress), piss off Sabrina, and also- piss off Sabrina.

And kiss you. So maybe five parts. Damn it, Caliban was going to have to make a list.

“Partners?” He whispered softly, gently tugging at your hand as the teacher sat back down. Caliban’s eyes were alight with a tinge of mischief that you either failed to notice or were simply amused by- and your answering nod was more than a little bashful. “We can do my favorite scene.”

“If you say the first kiss scene, I’m punching the daylights out of you.” You warned, playfully nudging his knee with your own. “It will be unkind and I will not feel bad.”

“My lady wounds me.” He dramatically rested his hand above his heart. “And we absolutely have to do this scene-” He raised his hand to silence your half-hearted protests- “because Billy told the guys in calculus that he was specifically going to be pissed if we did this scene.”

Okay, so maybe he’d stretched the truth a little bit. But Caliban knew that the mention of your seedy ex-boyfriend (who you’d enlightened him about during lunch) would absolutely get you to agree to the scene. And it wasn't like he’d lied— Billy Marlin’s glare was nearly as icy as Sabrina’s. And, it wasn't like the way Billy looked at you- with something akin to possession in his eyes- totally made Caliban want to fast track the kid to damnation right then and there. Nope.

“We can meet up later today to practice? I have cheerleading practice after school, but I’m free after that!” You grinned at him, and he felt the tension ease out of his shoulders as you rested your hand on his arm. The gesture was so effortless- but to Caliban, who’d never really experienced connection like this- you reduced him to all but clay again.

“I can drive you home after practice?” Caliban offered, enjoying the yelp that Sabrina let out from the back of the classroom. He shouldered your bag as the bell sounded, noting the way your eyes softened even further at the gesture. “We don't really have cheerleaders down under, you know.”

“You’re welcome to stay and watch.” You shrugged, ignoring the way your heart thudded erratically as he walked you to the locker room. “It won’t be too long today, and Sabrina has a date with Nick after, anyways.”

it was really just too easy.

i can't get your smile out of my mind

i think about your eyes all the time

you're beautiful but you don't even try

(you don't even, don't even try)

modesty is just so hard to find

Caliban wasn’t sure if he regretted his earlier offer. Sure, the sight of you tucked into the tight cheerleading uniform (did they make them that short on purpose?) was pretty much the pinnacle of male fantasy, and the smiles and winks you’d thrown his way whenever he caught your eye during your routines were something else altogether.

But getting the sight out of his brain as you rambled aimlessly in the car about today’s chapters of Dante’s Inferno, while he simultaneously tried to focus on the road and definitely not the way your skirt hitched on the leather seat...

Yeah, Caliban was pretty sure he was in love.

You weren’t too far off, in all honesty. Caliban’s large hands had a firm grip on the steering wheel, and you took the time to admire further up his toned arms as he drove. His hair fell in loose, windswept waves, and his side profile looked like it was sculpted by the freaking gods. Every so often he would glance your way, his perfect lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth and perfect smile and gods-

Yeah, you had the lovebug bad.

“So how did you meet Sabrina?” You questioned innocently enough, and Caliban had to restrain the urge to spill all of the hell-related gossip to you. How Sabrina had managed to keep all of her throne-seeking from you was beyond him, but it certainly added a thrill to his pursuit of you.

“I had some administrative issues the other day and ran into her. She doesn’t like me too much, I’ve gathered.” Caliban was careful not to lie- his entanglement with you had the added perk of pissing off your dearest cousin, but it was genuine on Caliban’s end. He found he didn’t really want to lie about things.

“Sabrina is... touchy.” You offered carefully, shifting in your seat as you pointed out directions to your home. “I don’t really understand why she doesn't like you, to be honest. I was actually going to have a word with her about being nice- you’ve been so sweet, and I was the new kid too a few years back. It's hard to find your place in the established dynamic of a small town.”

Caliban doubted you’d had too much of an issue, with the way the halls seemed to light up around you, but the accompanying smile you gave him was bright enough to soothe his imagined woes. “It’s alright, I reckon she’ll get used to having me around.”

“Used to you?” You mused with a giggle, leaning on the console in a gesture that brought your face much, much closer to his own. He was overwhelmed with your floral scent- something soft and summery and altogether you.

“I plan on being around you a lot, sunshine. If you don’t mind.” He grinned, turning to face you momentarily at the stop sign. Your eyes were wide with hardly concealed surprise at his words, and he watched the realization of the close proximity of his face flicker through them.

It happened so fast that Caliban was almost certain he imagined it- but your eyes had definitely glanced at his lips. The blush that tinged your cheeks as you pulled back confirmed it, and in a moment of calculated risk, Caliban moved to rest his hand on your exposed thigh.

“No, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

If Caliban squinted, he could almost picture that he was a normal teenage boy, driving a beautiful, normal girl home from school. The sinking sun was peeking through the windows, bathing you in an ethereal glow, and - at least for right now- everything was perfect.

you were perfect.

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again

Caliban draped himself across your bed, a languid smirk on his lips as you kicked haphazardly placed piles of clothes into your closet.

“I promise I’m not usually this messy,” you apologized with a sheepish smile, shoving a mass of shoes under your bed, “okay, that's a lie. I’m always this messy, I just didn’t expect company.”

Caliban hardly minded. It was adorable how embarrassed you were, and he took the time to take in your bedroom (drawn from his reverie only by the occasional delighted shout when you found a shirt you’d thought had been sacrificed to the laundry gods, or worse, Sabrina’s room).

The first thing Caliban noticed was the books. While your clothes lay in scattered piles, all of your books were meticulously organized and lovingly tucked into shelves that took up an entire wall of the room. Sabrina may have answered that Caliban’s only hobby was torturing babies (or her, which was the same thing, really— and also, what the hell? Caliban may have enjoyed the occasional soul flaying, but only when it was well deserved!)— but Caliban loved to read.

What was one lifetime in one world, when he could learn of a thousand others in just as many universes? Immortality could grow dull, and eternity had to be spent somehow. Caliban tried not to smile as you precariously placed the book that had found its way onto your nightstand back into its place, and supposed that it might be far more enjoyable with someone else.

You seemed satisfied with your damage control, and slumped onto the bed dramatically with a groan. It was then that Caliban’s hand found a stray victim of your clothing massacre.

“Nice.” He grinned, and you peeked up from your playbook to find him dangling a pink lace bra.

Shit.

“Give me that!” You lunged, but Caliban was too fast. He quickly moved them from your reach, laughing wildly as you wrestled him desperately for the bra.

“You are the worst.” A groan escaped you, and you huffed in fake-defeat as Caliban smirked victoriously at your retreat. You leaped at the chance, tackling Caliban with all your might. While momentarily surprised, he reacted quickly and shifted so that he was now pinning you to the bed, his hair dangling wildly in your face as you both laughed.

Caliban’s face was so close that you could see the flecks of green in his eyes. For a moment, his eyes seemed to flicker to your lips, but in the seconds it took for you to find your voice again, you’d lost your nerve.

“We should get back to the scene.”

The moment was broken, and Caliban retreated with a bashful look on his face. He ran a hand through his hair and moved to sit across from you, his cheeks tinted a little red as he politely handed you back your intimates and pretended to shield his eyes when you tossed it somewhere. You’d never been so freaking embarrassed in your life, but Caliban was smiling so softly at you, like you were—

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” He motioned around with his hands dramatically, tone playful and light.

You were so dead. Caliban was freaking made for this romantic swooning nonsense that you’d tried to protest nearly the whole ride home, Billy Marlin be damned.

Giggling nervously in what you hoped seemed scene-appropriate, you tried your best to forget being a horny teenager to instead play a horny teenager. “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.”

Caliban’s voice lowered, a smile still tugging at his lips as he took your hands in his own. “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”

“Ay, pilgrim.” Your own voice softened in turn as Caliban began to trace mindless patterns on the backs of your hands with his thumbs, “lips that they must use in prayer.”

“O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.” Caliban’s eyes were soft, and you imagined that Shakespeare had pictured the man in front of you when putting the words to paper. The words fell so naturally from his lips and he seemed engrossed in the scene— he was, for lack of a better word, enchanting.

“Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.” Your voice was hardly more than a breathless whisper, the proximity of your faces and the intimacy (however imagined) stealing the air from your lungs.

Caliban paused, his eyes meeting yours intently as if searching for something. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it as he took your face in both of his hands.

“Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.”

It was all too much. You could hardly be blamed for kissing him as fiercely as you did.

It was like fireworks, like every cheesy romance novel and play (cough, Romeo and Juliet) claimed it would be. You’d had plenty of kisses before, but never one that melted your brain like this. You forgot all about the scene, about how not real this was supposed to be as your hands tangled in his windswept hair and he pulled you onto his lap.

It was Caliban who first pulled away, only just so that your noses were touching. He was breathing heavily, eyes blown wide— and you felt your whole face turn red as reality consumed you again. “I am so sorry, I’ll just—”

“Where do you think you’re going, Juliet?” Caliban’s hands firmly gripped your hips, preventing you from moving away. His fingers thumbed the band of your skirt, and his next words were a whisper against your lips.

“Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.”

kissed her for the first time yesterday

everything i wished that it would be

suddenly i forgot how to speak

hopeless, breathless, baby can't you see?

Caliban was in love. He’d spent the next three weeks with you reciting Romeo and Juliet, sharing shakes at Dr. Cerberus, and tugging you into empty classroom and closets at every opportunity to kiss you senseless. Every moment not spent with you was at least somewhat occupied by the thought of you, and Caliban found he wasn’t the least bit upset about it.

And Sabrina was pissed.

If she’d hated him before, she positively loathed him now. It was the latest point of contention between yourself and your darling cousin, who’d you taken to threatening with various kitchen utensils and promises to tell the aunties she’d been sneaking out to make her behave. And Caliban, for his part, was perfectly polite— even though he still had every intention of taking the throne from the inexperienced witch who promised to destroy the balance of heaven and hell.

Which presented Caliban’s own latest dilemma. He was going to have to tell you eventually— and in a way that didn't make you totally hate him. He had a plan. Okay, maybe a skeletal plan. Or no plan. Yeah, Caliban was going to wing it.

After today. He just had to make it through your reenactment of Romeo and Juliet with no demonic catastrophes or maiming Blly, and then he would tell you everything.

But even that was too much to ask.

Sabrina burst through the english classroom doors, yelling in barely concealed panic that there was a BIG problem and the principal needed Caliban now.

Caliban moved to leave with an apologetic smile in your direction, which you were absolutely not having. Despite your current frustration with Sabrina, she looked downright terrified, and you were both concerned for your cousin and overwhelmed with a gut feeling that something was up.

After a few moments, you excused yourself to use the restroom.

You hauled ass to the gym, where the screaming sounded to be coming from. When you entered, you were met with the strangest sight.

The gym was filled with winged... rats? And at the center of the chaos was Sabrina and Caliban, back to back and armed with what appeared to be lacrosse sticks. Caliban’s shirt was tattered from the rats, and you took a fraction of a second to banish the completely innappropriate and untimely thoughts from your head.

“And no one thought to call me?” You shouted angrily through the swarm, snagging a baseball bat from the rack and smacking it around with reckless abandon. Caliban hooted, laughing loudly as you took your place beside them. Rats tore at your clothes, but you were more frustrated that Sabrina had called your boyfriend (or whatever he was) over you.

“Why did you get Caliban! I was right there! Is there something wrong with you? Were you dropped on the head as a child? He’s not even from here Sabrina, he has no idea what-”

“For hell’s sake, he’s not the new kid! He’s not even from Australia! He’s a stupid clay prince from hell who is trying to take my throne and raze humanity, and his stupid plague king sent these after me, and now he’s dating you!” Sabrina spat out the word dating as if it was even more disgusting than the winged vermin tearing at your clothes.

“Will someone please explain what the hell is going on here?”

You were no less frustrated when Sabrina revealed her trek to hell and the all ensuing madness she’d partaken in, but you remained calm enough to not turn the bat on her clearly empty skull.

“And you’re the clay prince of hell... challenging her throne?” You questioned with a sharp glance at Caliban, who nodded reluctantly as he swatted a rat hurtling towards you.

“Do you even have a driver’s license!” You screamed, waving your baseball bat around wildly.

“I’m a demon prince of hell made out of clay, and you’re worried about if I can legally drive?” Caliban shouted back in astonishment through the wave of shrieking rats. The lacrosse stick he’d snagged was surprisingly effective.

“I was getting to that part, thank you for reminding me!” You hissed, debating whether to smash his face in with the bat. “How about we start with how you completely lied to me, and how our whole relationship or whatever it is a lie! Were you ever going to tell me? Or was this all part of some throne grab?”

“It wasn’t a lie!” Caliban demanded hotly. “You were not a lie!”

“Really!” You whirled on him, eyes alight with anger. “Because I sure feel like one!”

The rats numbers were dwindling rapidly, and you smacked the last one heading towards you directly at Caliban’s face. It collided with a satisfying shriek, and you threw your bat down as you stormed out of the gym.

Sabrina and Caliban rushed after you, but you’d disappeared in the hall.

now i'm, yeah, oh!

now i'm speechless, over the edge

i'm just breathless

i never thought that i'd catch this love bug again

now i'm hopeless, head over heels in the moment

i never thought that i'd get hit by this love bug again, (oh)

love bug again

You’d remained collected until you’d transported into the middle of the living room, collapsing into auntie Hilda’s arms in a puddle of tears as you told her everything. She’d muttered a stream of ancient curses about Sabrina, but beyond that merely smoothed your hair and told you that all boys were awful— especially demonic princes of hell.

“I hate him.” You glared half-heartedly into your cup of steaming peppermint tea. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid. Falling blindly in love with a stranger who had only sought you out for some elaborate game with Sabrina. Screw Caliban and his perfect hair, his perfect smile, his perfect— “I want to bash his face in.”

“No you don't, love.” Hilda smiled knowingly. “You’re angry, yes— and hurt. But you care for the boy. I’ve never seen you so happy as you’ve been these last few days. I think you ought to cool down and hear what he has to say.”

“I never want to talk to him again.” You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “I’d rather die.”

And because the universe was truly conspiring against you, a knock sounded at the door.

“Well, best get over that quick.” Hilda warned, ignoring your stream of indignant protests as she hustled to the door.

“Caliban! Yes, do come in love. Oh, yes, we will be having a little chat later, but for now I think it’s my niece you must be speaking to.” Hilda’s cheerful voice trailed in from the foyer, and you jumped up to make a break for it.

You were halted by a familiar pair of strong arms tugging you back by the waist.

“Get off of me!” You shouted, pushing Caliban away harshly and ignoring the warmth that lingered where he’d touched you. “I want my baseball bat. Somebody get me my baseball bat! I’m going to bash your stupid pretty face in you asshole—”

“Five minutes.” Caliban pleaded desperately, “just give me a five minutes to explain, and then I’ll give you back the baseball bat to bash my face in, okay?”

You considered his offer for a moment, swallowing the sob crawling its way up your throat as you nodded reluctantly. If it made him leave faster, you’d do anything.

His shoulder sagged in barely concealed relief. “Okay. I am Caliban, Prince of Hell. I am not from Australia, clearly, and am not a transfer student. I am trying to take your cousin’s throne. She does not understand the realm of the damned— she thinks it needs to be generous, rather than a fair judgment of life. I am not her father, and I do not believe in reckless or cruel damnation. I do not wish any harm on Sabrina, and I’ve managed to keep the worst of the plague kings from her. Even if you were to reject me now, I would continue to try to protect her— you have my word.” Caliban paused as you released a breath you did not know you were holding. Your eyes finally dared to meet his, and you nodded for him to continue.

“I agreed to attend Greendale because yes, it did piss off Sabrina, but you were there.” He raised his hand to halt your protest. “You intrigued me, and I wanted to know you better. I will be fully honest that it had the added bonus of irritating your cousin, who I so delight in irritating, but my primary focus was you. You... enchanted me. I had never found myself so invested in anything before as I was in spending mundane days at high school— of all things— with you. Truthfully, it confused even me at first. And while the past you knew is false, I am real— and my feelings for you are true.”

“That is such bullshit, and you know it!” You exploded furiously, smacking his chest with untamed rage. “You knew exactly what you were doing. Who agrees to go to high school because they like a girl? Are you unhinged? Who doesn't just ask someone out if they were so interested, huh? No, you came here with your stupidly perfect little ‘oh I’m Caliban, and I’m so dreamy’ act, knowing full well that it would make me completely abandon all rationality. Well guess what, I did! I fell stupid head over heels for you, and it was all one big lie.”

Your voice broke on the last few words, anger shifting to broken sadness as you continued to pound relentlessly on his chest. “I was a lie.”

He caught your hands, holding them against his chest as he pressed you against the wall. “You weren't a lie, Spellman.”

His words were breathless whisper, his beautiful eyes pained and desperate as he gripped your hands harder. “I fell for you the moment I saw you. I enrolled in high school because you smiled at me. I learned every line of Romeo and Juliet to recite them to you. When we first met, you wondered how Romeo and Juliet could possibly fall in love after a mere few days, but I understand it now. I have never been driven so completely insane by anything or anyone like this before. The power you have over me is unmatched. I am completely and wholly yours. If you were to ask me right now to leave, to never bother you again, I would leave my heart with you and spend my eternity in endless sorrow. I would think forever of the way you smiled at me, the way you kissed me, how soft your hair felt in my hands, and how my heart raced every time you laughed. I would never forgive myself for the pain I had caused you, and you would haunt me every day, every waking moment, every dream.”

Caliban moved your hands to his lips, nearly kissing them as he pleaded to you with tears in his beautiful eyes. You were motionless, turned to stone by his heavy gaze.

“So please, don’t become my specter. If I am a stranger to you now, let me make you fall for me all over again. I would do it a thousand times, if you'd let me. I could think of no sweeter way to spend my eternity.”

When you’d thought that Shakespeare had been imagining Caliban when he wrote, you’d been wrong. There was no poetry, no book, no lyric that could possibly compare to the way he spoke to you— the way his eyes so desperately tried to convey his anguish.

You removed your hands from his, and his whole face seemed to shatter.

“You’re not a stranger,” you muttered softly, moving to take his face your hands. His face remained guarded, but he leaned instinctively into your touch. “You’re Caliban.”

When you kissed him, it was like falling in love all over again.

And you supposed you did.

“But we are having a long, long talk about everything.” You warned as you pulled back, poking his chest sharply as he nodded profusely. “And if you ever, ever lie to me again, I’ll set something worse than flying rats on you. I’ll let Sabrina have you.”

Caliban laughed wildly, picking you up and spinning you around as he kissed you over and over again in sheer relief and joy. “I love you, Spellman. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“I just want you, clay boy.”

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kpophours · 4 years

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Sweet Night (M)

➵ Stray Kids: Bang Chan x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, camping trip AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: slight cursing, explicit mentions of sex (slight public teasing, orgasm denial, oral: receiving, slight choking)

➵ word count: 6k (lol oops)

a/n: after a few anon requests/inquiries, I decided to write this one shot as the second part to Way to You - you can absolutely read this on its own though.

I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, OOOOOOH! I’M WALKING ON-

Your eyes fly open as soon as the song starts blaring from somewhere beside you, and you blindly fumble for the alarm clock, thankfully managing to find the off-switch quite quickly. This very annoying clock was a horrible yet also kinda thoughtful birthday gift from Chan’s roommates, as it’s quite possibly the loudest one on the market, meaning it is able to wake literally anyone. It could probably even wake Dracula from his deep slumber in the depths of his castle somewhere in Romania. And while Chan might not be a vampire, he isn’t one to wake easily either, so this extremely loud alarm clock was the only solution your friends had been able to come up with. Which sadly means you experience something close to a heart attack every morning - or well, at least a few times a week, as you do still spend some nights at the apartment you share with Jisung.

You fall back into the pillows, heart still racing from the sudden noise. Pale sunlight filters through the curtains and into the otherwise dark room. You groan, blinking against the rays of light hitting you straight in the face, and turn around to cuddle into your boyfriend’s broad back. He hums, only half-awake himself, and turns around to wrap both arms around you, leaving a lazy kiss on your forehead.

Suddenly, there’s a crash from somewhere in the house, and you jump. Chan sighs deeply, and murmurs “Hyunjin, probably.” under his breath - it’s no secret that his roommate is a walking disaster. You don’t answer, only pressing a soft kiss on his naked chest. “How’d you sleep?”, he asks, one hand beginning to trace gentle patterns on your bare back. “Like a rock - which was exactly what I needed after my midterms.”, you answer, and he nods. “You more than deserved that, babe. I’m really proud of you, by the way. I’m sure you aced all your exams.”, he says, and you can’t help but smile at his sweet words. You look up at him, gently cupping his cheek, and kiss him. He basically melts against you, pulling you even closer towards him, and bites down on your lower lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. Before this can end in a steamy morning make-out session, there’s a knock on Chan’s door. He groans and draws back from you, expression grumpy. “What?”, he then yells, shooting daggers towards his door. “Just wanted to make sure you’re up, we’re supposed to be leaving in an hour!”, Felix answers, sounding way too cheerful so early in the morning. “Ugh, I hate morning people. Just once I want to get up in the morning without having to go through the seven stages of grief first.”, you mumble, your warm breath tickling Chan’s neck and making him giggle and wiggle away from you. “Yeah, we’re up!”, he quickly answers Felix, who shuffles away from the door, before turning towards you again, “Wait, aren’t there only five stages of grief? What are your extra two?” “Denial part two and astral projection.”, you answer, and Chan laughs before giving you a soft smile, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Breakfast?”, he then asks, and you nod. “Absolutely. I need coffee, and lots of it.”, you agree, and he rolls his eyes. “I swear, by now there’s definitely coffee running through your veins instead of blood.”, Chan mumbles, before jumping out of bed to grab his underwear from the floor. You just chuckle and follow him, but can’t seem to find your bra anywhere. “What the Hell…”, you mumble under your breath, twirling around once in a desperate attempt to locate it. “Uh. Looking for this?”, Chan asks and you follow his gaze. You both burst into loud laughter when you spot your bra happily dangling from the ceiling light. “Well, we had to be very fast yesterday evening. Clothes went flying, and quite literally it seems.”, you say, lips twitching while you stand on your tiptoes to get your bra, and Chan nods in agreement. “Very fast indeed - but we couldn’t let the others begin the movie night without us! We had valid reasons.” He grins and wraps both arms around your waist to pull you close to him again, giving you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back again, expression stern. “No time for that, we have to get ready, eat breakfast and you still need to pack some of your stuff before we can leave. And we don’t want to let the others wait, right?” You sigh and pout. “No, we don’t, apparently.”, you just answer, and wiggle into your jeans and turtleneck, finally ready to leave the privacy of Chan’s room and get something to eat.

The scent of fresh coffee and pancakes greets you when you arrive downstairs, and you inhale deeply. Felix is standing in front of the stove, humming a soft tune under his breath while working on making the tower of pancakes beside him even taller. He turns around when you enter the kitchen, giving you his signature sunshine smile. “Morning, Y/N.”, he greets you, “Slept well?” You nod and peek over his shoulder. “Yup. And have I ever told you how much I love you?”, you ask, stealing a piece of pancake directly out of the pan, and Felix tries to swat your hand away before he chuckles. “Shouldn’t you say that to Chan, not to me?”, he replies, and your boyfriend, just entering the kitchen behind you, sighs deeply. “She’s an opportunist, meaning she’ll tell anyone she loves them if it means she gets what she wants, so beware. I actually rarely hear her say it to me.”, Chan says warningly, and you shoot him a dark look. “Oh shut up, that’s so not true. I tell you I love you at least once or twice a day, you needy baby.”, you grumble, and just then, Minho joins the small kitchen party. “Needy baby? You’re not talking about Hyunjin, are you?”, he asks, ruffling his crazy bed hair while filling a mug with coffee, sighing contently when he takes the first sip. You grin and shake your head, before taking a mug out of the cabinet yourself.

Said roommate also enters the kitchen just then, face looking quite puffy. You raise both eyebrows. “Did you cry yourself to sleep last night?”, you ask, and take a sip of coffee to hide your shit-eating grin. Hyunjin throws you a dark glare, and crosses both arms in front of his chest. “No. But I did have a slight mental breakdown after realizing I probably failed my last exam yesterday, so I decided to treat myself to some late-night-ramen, and now I look like this.”, he points at his face, beginning to pout, “God just hates pretty people, he’s clearly punishing me for my dashing looks.” “Or maybe he just doesn’t like narcissists.”, Jeongin offers when he enters the kitchen, shoving Minho out of the way to get to the kitchen cabinet almost overflowing with mugs. You decide it’s finally getting too crowded in the kitchen, and leave it again. You’re absolutely not a morning person, and can’t deal with the boys’ constant bickering without having experienced the positive effect of the caffeine you’re currently consuming.

Seungmin is sitting on one of the sofas, currently scrolling through Instagram and apparently trying to like every cute puppy pic in existence. “Morning.”, you greet him and take a seat beside him, peeking over his shoulder and cooing at an extremely cute baby golden retriever. Seungmin just greets you with a curt nod of his head, not being a morning person either, and keeps scrolling. Minutes later, Felix enters the living room, balancing a giant plate of fresh pancakes in front of him while all the other boys follow him like stray dogs. “What would you guys even do without Felix cooking for you all the time?”, you ask, mouth watering when you inhale the delicious smell. “Starve and die.”, Seungmin deadpans, while Jeongin answers: “We’d have to look at Hyunjin’s ugly bloated face every day because we’d solely live off ramen.” Hyunjin hits the back of his head for that, but the younger boy just shoots him his cheshire cat grin. “I mean, I could cook too, I guess.”, Chan says, frowning, and everyone bursts into loud laughter. “Wow okay, I’ll try not to take this personally…”, your boyfriend grumbles, and sits down at the dining table. You slide onto the chair next to him, and pat his thigh affectionately. “I love you, babe, but you literally didn’t know how to whisk eggs when we wanted to bake cookies last week.”, you say, and Chan sighs. “That’s... sadly fair. But I could learn!”

“No offense, but we actually like our kitchen intact - thanks for your humble offering though. If Felix should die unexpectedly, we might get back to you.”, Minho answers, and before the situation can escalate into a playful bickering battle, Felix yells “SO, WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!”, successfully managing to distract everyone.

One and a half hours later, everyone is packed and ready to go - you’ve planned this little getaway for almost two months now, everyone having finished their first round of exams at this time of year and being able to just relax for a bit. For some reason, the boys had wanted to go camping, and as you, Jisung’s girlfriend Lina and Hyunjin’s girlfriend Marie were clearly outnumbered by the boys, you hadn’t really had the chance to disagree with them. But you honestly don’t even mind, having gone camping lots of times already and just being happy to enjoy some time with your closest friends. Only Changbin won’t be able to join you guys, as he’s currently doing an internship and wasn’t able to request some time off.

Chan is just about to lock the front door to the frat house, when Jeongin zooms past you, yelling for his older roommate to wait. “I forgot something extremely important!”, he explains, almost breathless, and disappears into the house again. “What’s he getting now?”, your boyfriend wonders, and shoots you a questioning gaze. You just shrug, and let your bag fall to the ground, too lazy to hold onto it while waiting for the youngest of your group. A few minutes later, Jeongin comes back, a huge grin on his face and a giant stuffed animal in his arms. Chan blinks a few times, and opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the younger boy: “You guys can cuddle with each other, but I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than cuddle with Minho, Felix or Seungmin, whoever I’ll end up sharing a tent with. But I do wanna cuddle with someone, so Mr. Sunshine it is.”, he explains stoically, and you just nod in support. “I totally get that, plus I wouldn’t be too sure that Minho doesn’t just turn into a bat or something like that during the night. He’s at least part demon, we all know that.”, you say, and Jeongin giggles.

You’re truly prepared to give him anything whenever he smiles at you like this, his eyes almost disappearing, teeth almost blindingly bright. While you detain from squishing his cheeks, you do poke the dimple on his left one, being too endeared by him. He swats your hand away, of course he does, but you still bask in the victory of having poked his cheek. One thing to cross off your to-do-list for today.

“Okay, let’s go to the others.”, Chan finally says after locking the house, and without you having to say anything, he takes his and your bag and walks over to where the others are waiting beside the cars. Chivalry is not dead and you’re ready to swoon over your amazing boyfriend. “Okay, we still have to pick up Jisung, Lina and Marie.”, Chan says after he’s put your bags into the trunk of his car, “So, who’s gonna ride in which car?” “Well I obviously want to ride with Marie.”, Hyunjin says, a goofy smile on his face - they have been together for almost a year now, but he’s still very much extremely whipped for her, but luckily, she seems to feel the exact same way -, and Minho murmurs a sarcastic “Shocking, really.” under his breath. “I want Jisung and Lina in our car.”, you quickly say, and Chan gives you a short nod. Of course you’d say that - Jisung is your best friend after all, and you’ve grown quite close to Lina as well. You’re also good friends with Marie, but Jisung just wins this round - not that you’d ever tell that to his face, he’s too cocky as it is, no need to push his ego even more. “Then Minho, you take Hyunjin, Marie, Felix and Seungmin, and I take Y/N, Jisung, Lina and Jeongin, okay?”, Chan suggests, and everyone agrees. Five minutes later, all the bags are safely stored away and everyone has taken their seats. Being Chan’s girlfriend means you get to ride shotgun, something you’re more than thankful for, knowing how crowded the backseat is going to be once you’ve picked up Jisung and Lina. “See you in a bit!”, Felix yells through his open window, and flashes you his extremely cute gummy smile. You wave at him, immediately returning his smile, and successfully ignore Minho’s mock salute and cocky grin while he backs out of his parking spot, almost cutting Chan off.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung and Lina are squished into the backseat with Jeongin, all three having bright smiles on their faces. “Road trip, whoop!”, Jisung yells and gives you a high five, “Happy to have a few days with y’all before we have to face the sad reality of probably having failed most of our exams!” Lina beside him rolls her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic, I’m sure most of us will have aced everything.”, she says, and Jisung wraps his arm around her and kisses her temple. “Sorry, but I have literally only one functioning brain cell and I use it to overthink.”, he explains, yelping when she playfully tickles his side. You chuckle at their bickering, and hit play on your road trip playlist - a second later, Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody fills the car, all of you immediately beginning to sing along. “LET’S GO!”, Chan yells over the sad attempts of everyone trying to imitate Freddy Mercury, and backs out of the parking lot. You smile and interlace your fingers with his. He cheekily returns your smile, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. Over a year of being with him, but you still swoon over this simple yet sweet gesture. Yes, you’re just that whipped for your boyfriend, and what about it.

It doesn’t take long for you guys to arrive on the interstate, you and Jisung trying to trump each other's impressions of Beyoncé singing Single Ladies (and failing miserably, sorry Queen B). Your belly almost hurts from laughing with your friends, and you can’t wait for the rest of the weekend to begin.

Minho’s car arrives before Chan’s, and of course he’s gloating about it the second you guys join forces again. But you can let him have this small victory, and decide to just ignore him for now, helping Chan get the bags out of his car and to the campsite. It’s quite cold, the air crisp now that the sun is slowly beginning to set again, but you brought lots of blankets and sleeping bags, so you should be fine. And at least the weather means there aren’t any other campers here right now, so you have the whole area, including the washing rooms, to yourselves, which is nice.

Setting up camp takes longer than anticipated, mostly because Jisung somehow manages to crash into his and Lina’s almost finished tent twice, which means they have to start from the very beginning again. She truly has the patience of a saint, simply smacking him over the head rather playfully before picking up the sad remains of their tent to begin the whole building process again. Chan and you, having gone camping lots of times already, are quickest with finishing your tent, so afterwards you offer to help Jisung and Lina with theirs, while Chan does the same for Minho and Jeongin. Marie, an experienced scout, has set up hers and Hyunjin’s tent in record time as well, and takes pity on Felix and Seungmin, quickly building the tent for them. After an hour, your camp has successfully been built, and everyone begins to search for firewood.

Felix decides to make a giant pot of spicy chili sin carne for tonight’s dinner, and as soon as all the plates are filled, your conversations slowly dwindle down, everyone too busy with eating. “Lix, you’re a cooking genius, Gordon Ramsey found jobless.”, Marie says around a mouthful of chili, giving the blonde boy a bright smile and the thumbs up. He waves her compliment aside, blushing profoundly. “Thanks, but it’s honestly not that difficult - you just have to follow the recipe, if you’re too scared to improvise.”, he murmurs, and she throws a small piece of kindling at him. “You should really learn how to take compliments.”, she teases playfully, and he shrugs. “Okay, okay, I’m the best cook ever.”, he says sarcastically, and Minho raises one eyebrow. “Whoa, now don’t get ahead of yourself.”, he replies, and Felix smacks him over the head. “You can’t cook at all, so for once, you should just stay quiet.”, you say, and Minho sighs dramatically. “What can I say… We all have our weaknesses. I, for example, am extremely good-looking and tragically funny.”

You almost choke on your chili because of his audacity, and lift your fork in front of your face, staring through it and at Minho, who just frowns at you. “What are you doing? Why are you looking at me through your fork?”, he asks, obviously confused by your behavior, and you give him a lopsided smile. “I’m pretending you’re in jail, it’s spiritually healing.”, you explain, and Chan beside you bursts into laughter, the others following him quickly. Minho begins to pout and sticks out his tongue at you, always the mature one. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy my dashing looks and hilarious humor, not everyone has good taste. That’s why you picked Chan over me after all.”, he claims, and you answer by throwing a piece of wood his way, making him squeal and dive for cover. Just then, the flames of your fire flicker and slowly begin to die down. Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin stand up to go get some more firewood, but somehow, the latter one’s shoe gets caught between two logs and with a loud yelp, he tumbles to the ground. “What the Hell is he doing?!”, Chan groans, and Jeongin deadpans “Sadly his best.”, before he begins walking over towards his friend to help him, but Marie is faster, already dragging her boyfriend up from the ground with tears of laughter in her eyes. Hyunjin’s cheeks are red from embarrassment and he murmurs something about nature being out to get him, before he, Marie and the other two boys disappear into the forest to get more firewood.

The rest of the evening is filled with playful banter, soft guitar music from Jisung, and funny childhood stories. Lina soon begins to nod off, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder while he continues to strum a soft tune on his guitar, humming along. When he notices his girlfriend is about to wander into Morpheus’ realm though, he’s quick to place the guitar back into its bag, and wraps both arms around her. “I think it’s time for us to retire, huh?”, he says, leaving a gentle kiss on Lina’s forehead. She blinks sleepily, and smiles up at him. “It’s pretty safe to assume that at any given moment, I want to go back to sleep - so yes, I agree, time to retire.”, she answers, and Jisung chuckles, before standing up to declare: “Well, we’re off to bed now!” Minho and Seungmin boo immediately, while Jeongin murmurs something like “Old people” under his breath - even though he’s literally only one year younger than most of you guys.

“So, as I’m legally required to kiss my homies goodnight, y’all getting some smooches!”, Jisung says, already walking towards where Hyunjin and Marie are sitting, bodies entangled and breaths mingling. Hyunjin looks up and shoots his friend a murderous look. “I swear, if you kiss me, I’m going to dump you into the river.”, he threatens, but Jisung just grins. “How about you dump your girlfriend instead and run away with me? We’d make such a pretty couple.”, he says, making Hyunjin roll his eyes. “Bro, no offense, but I’d be the pretty one in this relationship, and while everyone can clearly see you already have quite the experience being the ugly one in a relationship” with that, Hyunjin first points at Jisung and then at Lina, who bursts out laughing, “I don’t think I’m ready to hear your constant whining about my face being prettier than yours. So thanks, but no thanks, I’ll stay with Marie.” “Wow, I feel so honored and loved right now, babe.”, Marie says sarcastically, “But does this mean you think you’re the pretty one in this relationship as well?” Hyunjin goes into instant panic mode, quickly reassuring his girlfriend that she’s far prettier than him, while she tries to keep a stern expression on her face, but everyone can clearly see the way her lips twitch. She just loves teasing Hyunjin, and you honestly can’t blame her for that, especially not when it’s just so easy.

“Okay, goodnight, then!”, Lina interrupts their playful bickering, and gives everyone a soft smile, before dragging Jisung towards their tent. Everyone wishes them a good night and sweet dreams as well, and then Seungmin clears his throat. “Time for some ghost stories, don’t you think?”, he says, voice low and grin almost evil when his eyes find Hyunjin, who immediately falls silent. Everyone knows he’s a huge scaredy cat, which is quite funny seeing as his own girlfriend is a big fan of horror movies and stories. Truly a match made in Heaven. Seungmin just raises one eyebrow, expression challenging - but when no one contradicts him, he begins to tell his first ghost story.

It doesn’t take long until Hyunjin is pretty much sitting on Marie’s lap, shooting daggers at his friend while his girlfriend is trying very hard not to laugh at him. You yourself cuddle closer to your own boyfriend, smiling when he presses a soft kiss against your temple. Your eyes rest on the big bonfire, following some sparks drifting into the dark night sky from time to time, and you sigh contently. This, right here, is your happy place - in the midst of your friends, just laughing and joking with them, not a care in the world. Midterms lie behind you, and you’re currently not even thinking about your grades for once, your anxiety at rest. This trip was truly a great idea, maybe even Jisung’s best one so far.

“Okay, wanna hear a really creepy one-”, Seungmin begins, and Hyunjin has finally had enough, standing up and taking Marie’s hand into his. “Well, goodnight!”, he says, a determined expression on his face, and pulls his girlfriend towards their tent. Marie suppresses an amused smile at her boyfriend’s dramatics, and waves at everyone, before following him inside the tent. Seungmin just grins evilly and shrugs. “He’s so soft hearted.”, he then says, and leans back, obviously content with his work. “Okay, maybe it’s three demons, not only two.”, you murmur into Chan’s ear, and he chuckles. You’re always joking about Minho and Hyunjin being demons, as they’re constantly testing your nerves by just being themselves, plus they were definitely the main plotters behind the plan to get you and Chan together - not that you’re complaining about it as their plan had worked pretty perfectly and in your favor. “In the end you’ll probably find that I live with six demons.”, your boyfriend murmurs, and begins to play with your fingers. You shake your head. “Oh no, Felix is definitely an angel, not a demon.”, you disagree, and Chan nods. “Okay, that’s true. The others though… Well, time will tell, I guess.” “Or holy water.” He just laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back. “Later.”, he murmurs against your lips, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, and you shiver involuntarily. He grins at your reaction, before turning his attention to Seungmin’s new ghost story again.

You on the other hand feel hot and bothered all of the sudden, and decide to tease your boyfriend a bit. So you place your hand on his thigh, not moving it for some time, until you slowly slide it higher, bit by bit. At first, Chan doesn’t seem to notice or care, until you’re getting dangerously close to his crotch. Then, he quickly leans forward so the others can’t see what you’re doing, and glares at you. “What are you doing?”, he asks, voice low, and you smile innocently. “Nothing.”, you answer, and have finally reached your desired destination, slowly beginning to palm his semi over his jeans. “How about you be a good girl and stop?”, he breathes out, but you know he doesn’t actually want you to stop - you know him well enough for that by now. Still, you decide to play along. “Oh, I’ll gladly be your good girl.”, you whisper, and quickly withdraw your hand. He groans at your words and the sudden lack of contact, and locks eyes with you. “Tent. Now.”, he grits out, and stands up, pulling you with him and hugging you from behind so your body hides his erection from the others. “We’re tired too, so goodnight!”, he says in a fake cheerful voice, and you have to hide your shit-eating grin while innocently waving at the others. “Oh you’re in so much trouble now, babe.”, Chan murmurs into your ear while you walk towards your tent, and bites down on your lobe. You feel arousal gather between your legs, stomach jolting at his words. You and Chan have a very playful relationship, full of bantering and loving jokes, and your dynamic in the bedroom isn’t that different - there’s a lot of bickering too, you being a total brat at times, while he’s more on the dominant side, enjoying making you obedient.

As soon as he closes the tent behind you and turns around to watch you with an almost predatory gaze, you know you might have been a bit too forward at the bonfire. But it’s too late to back down now, so you simply raise both eyebrows, a challenging expression on your face. “So you think touching me like that in front of our friends is okay?”, Chan asks, his voice low and dark. You tilt your head to one side. “I mean, you didn’t seem opposed to it, to be honest.”, you answer, and now he’s the one to lift both eyebrows. “I want you out of your clothes, now.”, your boyfriend orders, and for once, you follow his command immediately, knowing this is for your own good this time. So you quickly wiggle out of your jeans and take off your jumper, shivering in the cold night air. Only left in your panties and bra, Chan smirks to himself, before crawling over your body and beginning to kiss you slowly. You gasp into his mouth when one of his warm hands finds your waist, drawing lazy circles against it, before traveling higher to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb rubs over your clothed nipple before pinching it, hard, and you arch your back, breath hitching.

“So, let’s see how quiet you can stay while I eat you out, hm? Remember, the walls of the tent are too thin to mask any noises.”, Chan whispers against your lips, before he suddenly descends down your body. Oh no, you know you’re screwed. He’ll try to make you scream his name, but while you’re quite open about sex and have no problem talking about it with your friends, you definitely don’t need them to hear you during the actual act. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend after all - but it’s too late now, he’s determined. He spreads your legs, and begins to leave soft love bites on the inside of your thighs. You’re trembling already, and it’s not because of the cold alone. Chan always has this effect on you, no matter how often he touches you - you’ll never get used to it. He plays with the hem of your panties, until he finally drags them down your legs, his warm breath hitting your wet core. You begin to squirm, impatient to have him finally touch you where you need him most. He smacks your thigh, the crack resounding through the tent, and you yelp. “Chan.”, you hiss, and he grins cheekily, before suddenly pressing his thumb to your clit, beginning to draw lazy circles against it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you clamp one hand over your mouth to mask any noises.

Chan soon replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depends on it while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside your heat. A loud moan tears from your lips and you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to stifle your noises but already failing miserably. You feel Chan smirk against you, and then, he slips a third finger inside you, curling them upwards and picking up the pace. You buck your hips against his gentle ministrations, skin feeling too hot and too tight already, goosebumps rising all over your body. It doesn’t take long until you begin to tremble, your high approaching rather quickly, and you’re this close to finally snapping, when Chan draws back from your core, face glistening with your juices, his smirk almost devilish. “I can’t hear you, babe, are you even enjoying this?”, he murmurs, back to drawing lazy patterns on your clit with his thumb. You feel frustration wash over you, and shoot him a dark glare. His grin gets even wider, before he completely withdraws his hand from your heat to suck on his glistening fingers. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather your wits, until Chan slaps your thigh again. “Look at me, baby.”, he says, voice dark, and your eyes snap open again. You begin to pout. “Please.”, you mumble, trying your best to appeal to his softer side, “I’m sorry I was a brat earlier. You know I can’t be loud or the others might hear us.” Your boyfriend just hums, hands ghosting over your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Too bad, I guess you can’t cum tonight then.” And before you’re able to reply anything, he dives back in-between your folds.

You throw one arm over your mouth, and bite your own soft flesh to suppress any noises. It takes little to no time until you’re close to your orgasm again, but for the second time tonight, Chan draws back in the last possible second. You’re almost ready to cry with frustration now, eyes glistening with unshed tears. When your boyfriend sees this, he softens a bit and leans towards you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “This is what you get for being a brat.”, he murmurs, and you bite down on his lower lip, making him groan into your mouth. “Please.”, you whisper and try your best puppy eyes on him. He just smirks again, finally ridding himself off his shirt, jeans and underwear. When he’s fully naked in front of you, you sigh, eyes raking his beautiful, defined body. Unlike you, Chan actually enjoys going to the gym - and his effort pays off. “Stop drooling.”, he says, sounding way too pleased and cocky in your opinion. So you quickly sit up, and wrap one hand around his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum. Good to see you’re not the only one being affected by this, you think and grin. You begin to slowly jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum over the rest of his cock as lube. He groans, lower lip pulled back between his teeth and eyes almost black with desire. Finally, he’s had enough, and pushes you on your back again, hovering over you. “There’s condoms in the bag behind you.”, he murmurs, leaving gentle kisses on your neck until he finds your sweet spot, beginning to suck on it. You moan almost inaudible, fingers fumbling for said bag to retrieve a condom.

Just seconds later, Chan rolls it over his cock, and then, he aligns himself in front of your wet core, teasingly rubbing your clit before you shoot him a pleading look. He finally sheathes himself into you with one swift motion, and you both moan out loud at the feeling. You quickly cough to cover the noise, making Chan chuckle and press a kiss against your forehead. “You’re okay?”, he asks, and you nod, biting down on his neck and leaving a hickey. He groans and finally begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you, immediately hitting that spot. Your fingers wrap around his biceps, needing something to hold onto while he drills into you. Suddenly, he pulls out of you to sit back on his knees, wrapping your legs around his hips, and thrusts back into you at an even deeper angle, simultaneously picking up the pace. One of his hands snakes towards your neck and he wraps his fingers around the base of your throat, using just enough pressure to make breathing harder for you. When his thumb begins to circle your clit again, you close your eyes, clamping one hand over your mouth to mask your almost obscene noises.

“C-Chan, I’m so c-close.”, you say in between two moans, and he grins, murmuring a “That’s my girl” under his breath before deepening the angle even more. He suddenly pinches your clit once, and that’s all it takes for you to finally tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips maybe a bit too loud this time. He quickly leans forward to seal your mouth with his, chasing his own high while guiding you through yours. Not long after, he groans and presses his forehead against yours, shuddering a bit while releasing into the condom. He stills inside you, both your breaths mingling, hearts beating fast while you try to come down from your high. Chan smiles, brushing some of your hair out of your face, and gives you a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”, he murmurs, and you return his smile. “Love you more.”, you whisper back, and he chuckles. “Impossible.”

Before you can begin to playfully argue, Minho’s voice cuts through the night “Next time we’ll build the tents far away from each other, y’all are nasty for doing it with us sitting almost right next you.” Both you and Chan freeze, before you burst out laughing. “WE HAVE ZERO REGRETS.”, you yell back, hearing the others groan. “WELL, YOU REALLY SHOULD THOUGH!”, Jisung complains from somewhere to your left, and you hear Lina starting to giggle. You groan and bury your face into Chan’s neck. “They’ll never let us hear the end of this, will they.”, you murmur against his soft skin, and he shakes his head. “Nope.” You sigh and lean back. “Well, it was still worth it.”, you say, and grin up at him. Your boyfriend just smirks and leans down to kiss you again. “Oh, definitely.”

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Author’s Note: @captainpetty was in a bad place mentally tonight and wanted some soft PLD imagines to read. So, uh. I decided to surprise her and write this for her. She deserves to feel happy and be in a good mental place because she’s a wonderful person. I hope you can appreciate my effort, Ky. I did the best I could (;-;). GIF credit to goldanklebonecups!!

Warnings: Nothings. This was made sweet because of the circumstances it was written for.

Word Count: 822 (short boi)

Title: I’ll Name the Dogs by Blake Shelton

Additional: I mention earrings and a bracelet, but the gender of the reader is still up to you. Hope that’s okay and hope you like this!! Hope Ky likes this especially!! The translation for the French is “my ray of sunshine.”

Sunlight streamed through the crack in the blinds and cast across your face. You groaned and rolled away from the light. Extending your arms, you expected to find your boyfriend, Pierre-Luc, on the other side of the bed. When your arms came into contact with nothing, you sat up in the bed. You ran a hand through your knotted hair and stretched before looking around the room. You saw no signs of him and thought that odd. He hadn’t told you he was going anywhere.

As you sat there, you felt your stomach growl. Placing a hand on top of it, you patted it gently. Swinging your feet over the bed, you slipped them into the slippers that were sitting beside the bed. You stretched one more time before standing from the bed and walking out of the bedroom.

Trudging through the hallway, you still saw no sign of Pierre-Luc. You smelled no food cooking, signalling that he hadn’t gotten up early to make you breakfast. When you arrived in the kitchen, there was a note attached to the refrigerator with a magnet. You walked over to it and pulled it from underneath the magnet.

Reading it, you smiled softly. It was in Pierre-Luc’s handwriting and it said he was running an important errand and that he should return within an hour. Of course, you didn’t know how long ago he left and that meant he could return any time. That made you feel a little better about his absence.

Placing the note on the counter, you went to the cupboard and pulled some cereal and a bowl out. Pouring the cereal into the bowl, you grabbed the milk from the refrigerator. Just as you were filling the bowl with milk the front door opened and closed. As soon as the bowl was full, you put the milk away, grabbed a spoon, and walked into the foyer to greet whoever had entered the house.

Much like you had expected, Pierre-Luc was standing in the foyer. What you weren’t expecting was the box he was holding; it was nearly as big as his torso. You raised your eyebrow as you shovelled some cereal into your mouth. After you swallowed the cereal, you motioned to the box with the spoon.

“What’s this?” You asked, voice full of confusion.

“Come to the living room and I’ll show you,” Pierre-Luc responded, smiling.

You shrugged and followed him to the living room. He sat on the couch and you sat on the chair opposite the couch. He placed the box on the coffee table; you placed your cereal bowl on the end table beside the chair.

Pierre-Luc motioned to the box, a look of glee on his face. “Go on, mon rayon de soleil. Open it.”

Leaning forward, you lifted the lid from the box. When you peered inside, you felt your heartbeat skip and stutter what felt like thirty times. Reaching in, you pulled out a golden retriever puppy. As you looked between the puppy and Pierre-Luc, you felt your eyes watering.

“Pierre-Luc…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say to express how you were feeling.

You squeezed the puppy close to you. That’s when you felt it. A hard, jagged entity pressing into your chest. Pulling the puppy back, you saw a small box tied around her collar. Glancing quickly at Pierre-Luc, you saw that he was smiling fondly and wringing his hands together nervously.

Swallowing thickly, you untied the box and opened it. What you were expecting was nothing like what you found. You had been expecting a pair of earrings, maybe a bracelet. Instead, there was an engagement ring staring back at you.

“I…” you stopped, words getting caught on the thick lump that had formed in your throat.

Pierre-Luc knelt on the floor and grabbed the ring from you with one hand and your left hand with the other. He looked at you, eyes hopeful.

“Yes. God, yes,” you said as the tears started to fall from your eyes.

Pierre-Luc slipped the ring on your finger before shimmying over and kissing you. The puppy weaselled her nose in between you two, licking Pierre-Luc on the nose and then licking you on the cheek. You both laughed, scratching her behind each ear.

“We should name her Blue,” you said, snuggling the puppy closer to you.

Smiling, Pierre-Luc ran his hand down Blue’s back. “I like that. Fits with the team.”

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. Pierre-Luc kept running one of his hands through Blue’s fur, trying to keep her calm; she still managed to weasel her way in the middle of your kiss. You both chuckled again, looking at Blue fondly.

A warm feeling spread through you as you watched Pierre-Luc interact with Blue. You felt the happiest you had in years. This was what you wanted with your future.

Dogs and one French-Canadian hockey player as your husband.

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melodysimper · 3 years

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He stood in front of me like he have some ecstatic plan to reveal in his head. By the firm fists on hips and ear to ear smile , unrealistically overjoyed.

I let out a giggle from the adorableness.

" what's gotten to your head Aleksander? "

From the way I tilted my head to look up at his tall figure, it felt like I'm staring at a reborn of a sunshine during cloudless noon.

The saturated orange and yellow rays emitted from the downfall of the sunset painted his strong features mesmerizingly, more of a dream.

"Nothing- oh wait yes! I do!"

Aleksander hop off from the immobile stone and turned his attention towards me.The bouncy motions from the jump effect reminded me of an excited puppy golden retriever. I cooed and smiled in fond.

His expressions depicted of a nervous young teenager confessing his crush,neck scratching and anxious lip biting. Even though his body was directing at me, his stargazing eyes didn't but looking somewhere at the ground.

Seriously Aleksander ! How can you not be more cuter?

"I..I actually wanted to do-TO SHOW!"

He looked at me with me wide terrified eyes when he thought he made a mistake.

" I want to show you something! D-don't get the wrong idea okay? "

He stuttered and tried so hard to justify the meaning of his intentions, which stir some kind of warm feeling in my body.

I just laughed at his sudden panickness that i felt my cheeks hurt.

" what is it Aleksander?"

To be fact, Aleksander was not happy(by a pout on his face) with my reaction to his attempt to be more romantic, a gentleman that tries to woo his lover.He cleared his throat to not show the embarrassing frustration.

"Well, first of all"

He lend out his hand in front of me and I felt the atmosphere escalated all of sudden.

"May I have your permission..."

"To prove my love to you, your highness"

Okay, I didn't expect that.

"Well well well"

I gave out my hand voluntarily into the embrace of his bigger one.Mine just practically drowned in it.

"Be my guest, Aleksander"

A flustered smile formed on his loving face that sent butterflies to my stomach and depended on his feet to walk whenever it felt to.

___

When we arrived at the end of the stairs route, there was single door standing alone in front of us. I was bombarded with curiosity until he twisted the knob to unveil the view.

We were on top of the roof by ourselves, nothing but the sound of the airfan, the cement ground and sea of blinking stars accompanying us.

The breezy wind of night approached my face like racing cars and made my long hair disturbing my sight. Aleksander haven't given up and still showing me the direction to his "surprise". He hasn't said anything since then that added up to my curiousity.

Until both of us arrived at a spot that quite stand out from other spaces despite the dark shadows.

"Wait here,okay?"

He let go of my hand and jogged into a corner I hardly see, i swear I saw a surge of excitement attached to his legs just now.

Soon after, my eyes were welcomed by strings of small stars hanging brightly onto concrete walls in varies angles. It formed a secluded type of space but radiating sort of a warm background.

Overjoyed and surprise took the best of me.

The light glows exposed the existence of snacks and juice drinks on a small table in the middle. I also caught an appearance of a blank white projection screen along with a projecter a bit distant from it.

Ooh.Perhaps we're going to watch a movie ?

The sweet surprise attracted my attention so much that a sound of a music startled me.

Nal seuchineun geudaeui yeoteun geu moksori

Nae ireumeul han beonman deo bulleojuseyo

( That faint voice of yours that grazed me

Please call my name one more time )

I turned around when Aleksander was already there, looking at me like we're the only living ones on the world. He steps closer and held out his hand for the second time.

" Will you dance with me? "

#stupid #fic prompts

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lefaystrent · 5 years

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Flutter and Fall

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxiety

Summary: Virgil doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he wonders if you can fall in love with a moment.

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Virgil adjusts the lens of his camera. He kneels on the ground to get the perfect angle and tries his best not to move suddenly to startle the butterfly he’s attempting to capture. It’s a monarch, the orange of its wings popping out vibrantly against the worn concrete of the water fountain it rests upon.

Click.

He checks the image to be sure. Beside him, his cocker spaniel turns her head as if to sneak a peek. Virgil obliges.

“Whaddya think, Shadow?” he asks for her valuable critique.

Shadow sniffs the camera and licks it once. Virgil laughs and nudges her head away.

It’s a busy Saturday at the park. Lots of people are there taking advantage of the sunshine weather, either strolling down the paths, playing frisbee in teams, or sitting together along the benches. There’s even a group doing a yoga session over in the grass. With as crowded as it is, Virgil thought he’d be more nervous.

But the weather’s nice, his dog’s fur is soft as he pets it, and the shot he just took is stunning.

It’s a good day.

Virgil scans the area for another picture to take. There’s a couple of elderly ladies chatting on a bench a few yards away from him. Shadow keeps trotting over to them to check on them, and Virgil already has a few shots of them cooing over her as they talked to him about pets they’ve owned. They’re sweet, and though Virgil doesn’t know what their relationship to each other is, he knows undoubtedly that they’ve known each other for many years.

It’s fascinating to know the people behind the pictures he takes. Almost as interesting as never knowing who they are. Some of his favorite ones to take are candid images of strangers caught up in the wonders of daily life. He doesn’t speak to most of them, unable to bring himself to take the initiative. Never has been able to really. But it’s a comfortable place to be, standing behind a camera and capturing a moment in time of people who could be anything.

As Virgil pivots around slowly, he notices a man in the distance sitting on one of the wooden benches by himself, arms stretched across the backrest. His head falls back to drink in the sun’s warm rays.

Virgil steps in his direction, drawn to the relaxed posture and the way the light makes his tan skin glow. The older women’s chatting voices are left behind him as he strays away. Shadow trails his steps as she tends to do.

He doesn’t get too close. He stops under the shade of a maple tree, lifting his camera to zoom in on the figure.

The man’s legs, swathed in dark jeans, are crossed. Strong arms are exposed up to his elbow where the sleeves of his red flannel button-up are rolled up. Although he’s not smiling and his eyes are closed, Virgil can tell he’s wonderfully content.

Click.

The first image comes through crystal clear. Leaves blow in the wind, giving the picture a touch of the fall season. The man’s handsome figure sits just a tad low and to the left, an intentional decision on Virgil’s part to frame the right with another maple tree whose leaves are tinged in blushing hues.

He steps to the side to change the angle, to bring the bench center stage.

Click.

A few more shots go by before Shadow trots off towards the man. Virgil stiffens, watching the next part play out through his camera.

His well-intentioned cocker spaniel plops herself right beside the man’s leg and proceeds to rest her head on his thigh like it belonged there. An eye opens. The man tilts his head down to find his new companion. He brings an arm down to lay against her back, scratching at the black and white fur of her neck. There’s a spark of kindness mixed with amusement gleaning in his gaze. A fond smile plays at his lips.

Click.

Pleased with herself, Shadow slides away from her new friend to run back to Virgil, her tail wagging furiously as if to say, “He pet me! He pet me!” Virgil sees the way the man watches his dog return to him. He clearly notices Virgil aiming a camera right at him, taking pictures without his permission. Virgil swallows momentarily. Apologies race through his mind as the man tilts his head once more but this time to the side in a way that makes the light kiss his cheekbones. And with how his hair is tousled from the breeze and traces of the fond smile still linger, Virgil can’t help himself.

Click.

The image is gorgeous, his expression and the setting making the tone soft and peaceful. Virgil isn’t brave enough to look away from the camera yet, and so he stares through it and sees how the man leans an elbow on the back of the bench, propping his cheek elegantly on a fist. His ankle rests on the other leg’s knee, the overall stance laidback yet inquisitive.

Click.

He changes position, stretching one leg out while the other he brings up, limb bent and foot fixed on the seat of the bench. His fingers intertwine over his stomach. His eyes are dark and somber, like they have a story to tell.

Click.

It’s not until he swivels to the side, bringing his legs up to lay along the length of the bench and looking at the camera dramatically, that Virgil realizes that the man is posing.

A bubble of laughter escapes Virgil.

Click.

Whoever he is, the stranger is a natural. He knows how to shift his body in accordance to the lighting. Knows how to use the setting to his advantage. And while some takes are serious and look straight out of a high-end fashion magazine, others are playful and performed only with the intention to make Virgil laugh.

The man wears a broad grin as he stands, wasting no time in gathering a pile of leaves in his hands and tossing them up in the air above his head, carefree. Shadow barks and sprints back over to him to dart around his legs. He welcomes her, chuckling and throwing up more leaves for her to chase.

There’s an energy there reminiscent of childhood. That time marked by simplicity and finding wonder in the little things. There’s joy in the way he spins around, heart unburdened by the worries of who might be watching or what they might think. None of the usual uncertainties matter here, because it doesn’t matter that they don’t know each other. A connection is formed, just from being alive in the same place.

It’s achingly nostalgic. A reminder that this instance is fleeting, but that happiness will visit once again.

The man holds his arms out to the camera. To offer an embrace to the photographer? Or a gesture for him to join in the excitement? It’s beckoning all the same.

Virgil doesn’t believe in love at first sight, but he wonders if you can fall in love with a moment.

Click.

His name is Roman.

He’s laying in the leaf-covered grass, Shadow nosing around him eagerly, her whole body practically wagging at this point.

Virgil had walked over, any hesitance before now long gone. He’s sitting in the grass beside him.

“Is she usually this enthusiastic?” Roman giggles as Shadow licks at his face.

“She’s friendly,” Virgil hums, holding out a hand. She bounds over to him and suddenly realizes her true calling as a lap dog. Panting, she gazes up at Virgil, and it’s hard not to see the love there.

“She’s adorable,” Roman says, smiling at the cute scene. “What’s her name?”

“Shadow.”

“Like from Homeward Bound? I loved those movies as a kid! Wasn’t that a golden retriever though?”

Virgil shakes his head with a laugh. “Nah. I mean, I know the movies you’re talking about. But that’s not why. She’s mostly black. Plus, she follows me around everywhere.”

“Like a shadow.”

“Yeah.” Virgil scratches at her floppy ears and she leans into his hand. “I was over at a friend’s house one day. And the door was left open, and she waltzed right in from outside and plopped down by me. My friend had never seen her before.”

“She didn’t have an owner?”

“Not that we could find. I don’t know why, but she wouldn’t leave me alone, and my friend said I had to take her in, so here we are.”

“She found you,” Roman says, eyes sparkling. “She chose you.”

Virgil tries to frown as he averts his gaze. He’s only somewhat successful. “Or maybe I just smelled like pizza or something.”

“Mmm, pizza. I could go for a pizza right now,” the other muses, twisting a leaf around in his hand. “How about it?”

“How about what?”

“Care to join me?”

If Virgil still held his camera at the ready, he’d be sorely tempted right now. Roman has moved to lay more on his side, head propped up on his arm. A small leaf clings to his hair, and the accessory makes him look nothing short of endearing.

Virgil focuses too deliberately on petting Shadow. His fingers brush through the dog’s fur, silky smooth.

“Why?” he asks, because he’s used to wondering about the people behind the pictures he takes. Not the people interested about the man behind the camera.

“Because I want you to,” Roman answers. He holds the leave he’d been fiddling with out to Shadow. She sniffs it, then bites to hold it before dropping it on Virgil’s leg and forgetting about it.

Ironically, Virgil’s never liked anyone taking pictures of himself. There were better images out there to freeze in time and remember.

But the way Roman looks at him, it’s like he sees something worth preserving.

There’s a warmth in Virgil’s belly and a giddy fluttering of nerves inside him. “Are you . . . asking me out?”

A slow grin spreads on Roman’s face. “If you’d like me to.”

The fluttering dances in his chest, erratic and insisting. Virgil hugs his dog closer to himself. “How do you even know I’m gay?”

“You could be anything,” Roman agrees, not dissuaded in the slightest. “That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

“I could be a serial killer.”

Roman sputters, so completely alarmed and confounded that Virgil can’t help but lose himself in a stream of laughter.

“Well, I suppose you could be, Mr. I-need-to-ruin-the-moment,” Roman says, a grumble to his tone that’s betrayed by the hints of humor in his expression. “But I personally am trying to stay optimistic here.”

“Hm, sounds rough.” Virgil smiles. Roman is looking at him, shaking his head as if to say, “I’m so done with you.” It’s unfair because no matter how he looks, Virgil keeps thinking how handsome he is. “Are you actually a model?”

The frustrated look is gone and Roman’s grin turns cheeky. “As much as it delights me that you think so, no, I am not.”

“What are you then?”

“Hopeful,” he says, voice a saccharine dreaminess that makes Virgil want to melt on the spot.

Just for that, Virgil rolls his eyes, points at Roman, and tells his dog, “Get ‘em.” She immediately obliges, jumping up to tickle Roman’s face with licks.

In the end, Virgil says yes to pizza. They go out to eat, sitting at an outside table while they talk about anything and everything, Shadow laying across their feet napping. Roman manages to convince Virgil to show him the pictures he took. After all, most of them are of him anyway.

“These are amazing,” Roman breathes in awe, flicking through the different images. “Can I have these? I’ll trade you.”

It’s not the first time someone has wanted to pay Virgil for their pictures. But trade?

“What am I trading for?” Virgil asks and braces himself. There’s a mischievous glint in Roman’s eyes that Virgil is starting to recognize.

“Your pictures for my number?”

Virgil turns about ten shades of red before punching Roman’s bicep lightly. “You smooth bastard.”

“I’m not hearing a no.”

Virgil mutters in complaint.

He hands over his phone regardless.

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catch22inareddress · 6 years

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Abandoned Series: Chapter Four- Memories and Misunderstandings

When you awoke the next morning you rolled over and Steve was ...gone. To your disappointment, your human size golden retriever was MIA was nowhere to be seen. You decided to take a shower and get dressed in some jeans and a simple sleeveless shirt and some ballet flats, just in case he kept his word and Coney Island was today. Which, let's be honest, he was a man of his word hell or high water. Unless a mission came up that is.

You walked out into the common area to everyone laughing and joking and seemingly ready to leave and go out for a day. Bucky was even smiling with Steve, reminiscing no doubt about the good ol' days and you smiled. You walked over to Sam who held out your coffee and thanked him. "Yo, whatever you did to Cap to get us a day off, thank you." You gave him a confused look as he kissed your hand and you swatted him away and chuckled. Wanda and Nat just wiggled eyebrows at you, just as he walked over and handed you the other half of his bagel. "Ya, know if you keep giving me half of your bagel, you're going to waste away, Cap." He laughed and leaned in. "I may, or may not, eat a whole other bagel before this one just so I can share it with you." He chuckled as you blushed at the thought of the past year of him sharing this and being a routine and then knowing that he does that. You bit your lip in hopes that your cheeks weren't flaming red but by the looks of Sam's shit-eating grin, your face betrayed you.

All of you piled up in the suburban, you between Wanda and Nat and then left for Coney Island like a bunch of kids ready for a field trip. When you all got there Nat, Clint, Tony, and Sam wanted to ride roller coasters while Wanda and you and ultimately Vision wanted to stay with Steve and subsequently Bucky. You were hoping also to maybe maintain some normalcy with Bucky. But knowing that just being with him and Steve would be awkward as hell, hence Wanda refusing to leave and where Wanda went Vis would follow.

"So where's the first stop, Steve?" He smiled and nodded in a direction with a secretive but excited face. As all of you came up on the Coney Island Art Walls and you knew why he would want to come here first. He was an artist after all, before a soldier. "Of course you'd come here, Punk." You heard Bucky chuckle and you smiled. Wanda and Vision held hands and walked around.

You took a few pictures of some of your favorites with your phone and Steve pointed out some of his. You asked Bucky which ones he liked and he pointed out a few to your surprise and you maintained some friendly conversation. You were walking so close to Steve that his hand would brush yours occasionally and you came so close to grabbing it once, but refrained. He came from a different time and you may be badass as he liked to say but you weren't confident enough to do that. This was uncharted territory and you didn't know what to do. You loved him but you weren't ready for the finality of rejection so you would keep your feelings to yourself. IF anything happened it would have to be his move first.

Next stop was rides and junk food and all of that amazing fun that you would always miss out on being a full-time world saver.

Steve got a call and stepped out of line while you stood with Bucky, awkwardly. "So, Y/N. Would it be ok if we pick up a few training sessions next week? The rest of the team seem ok with it. I really---" You looked over at him while he shifted his footing trying to find his words. "Of course we can try." He looked up and smiled."Really?" You nodded at him and his surprise. "Really, I think it would be good to have you back. I think training with everyone together and simulations will help to get in sync. We all need to be friends on and off the battlefield." He nodded and looked at Steve. "So...Steve? You guys friends?" You frowned not wanting a fight or to have this discussion and ever so slightly tensed. "I'm not--not trying to fight. I just...it looks like you to are...close?" You nodded just as Steve came over but that was where to conversation stopped and Bucky left it at that. You returned to your friendly banter and everyone loved the ride so much that you rode it twice. Although Vision was confused as to why one would enjoy things like that? Steve explained adrenaline rushes and fun, but really it just turned into Wanda, you and Bucky eating junk food and laughing at them.

You decided to get some hot dogs and roam around separately. Bucky met up with Nat and went with them for a while you and Steve went on the Ferris wheel. "So, havin' fun, doll?" You smiled and nodded looking out at the scenery before you. "This was perfection, thank you, Stevie." He had put his arm behind you and leaned back and hummed in response, totally relaxed. "You and Buck seemed to be getting along." You nodded in response. "He just asked about training and such. I said we could do that. I think it would be good for him to be back on the team and in missions." He gave you a sideglance and his eyebrow shot up. "The dynamic will change." It was just a statement and you looked at him. "I know. It'll all work out. Put me where you need me and who I work well with. Who knows, maybe in the sim and after a while, Bucky and I will work the best? Time will tell." He rubbed your shoulder and you leaned into him. "I dunno. I like havin' ya close. I trust you, I know we've got each others back." You laughed and slapped his ridiculously hard abs and he mock grunted. "Everyone has everyone else's back in this team. That's why I love it here, although to be fair before you found me I was in a musky cell in an abandoned asylum being experimented on...so..." You laughed at your own joke and he just shook his head. The ride stopped and the attendant came over and saw you two comfortably sitting there still lost in conversation. "You want another go, Captain?" He smiled and thanked him graciously as you went around again, but as you were just disappearing over the top you could've sworn you saw Bucky staring at you two from the crowd and you were sure that it probably looked like you and Steve were ...on a date. At least to anyone who didn't know better. You tensed up and Steve followed. "You okay?" You looked back at him and didn't want to worry him about nothing. It really was nothing, you and Steve were just friends and if you said anything he would just confirm that. "Yea, just ...nothing." You sat back and he resumed his position with his arm around you. "So where ya wanna go after this?" you shrugged. "Cotton candy and games?" He smiled, "Sounds like a plan." The remainder of the ride was just spent in comfortable silence with his arm around you and you nearly falling asleep wishing for things that were never to be.

You got some cotton candy at The Tickler and then went for some carnival games and met up with everyone. You decided to challenge Tony to basketball hoop game.

"You're gonna be my bitch, Stark. You know this right?" He laughed and held a hand over his heart. "Oh please, little one. You know you're going to be making me sweet treats for a month after I school you in my b-ball skills right?" You rolled your eyes. "Fuck that. I get your best bottle of liquor if I win." He rolled his eyes. "You serious you little minx? That's an expensive game." You laughed. "Are you scared? Ok, how about this." You put your hand on your hip. "I win I get that ol dusty Harley in your basement that hasn't had any love since you dad was alive, its a sin." He thought a moment. "You serious, right now? That's a 1947 Harley Davidson, What do I get?" You shrugged. "What do you want?" He smirked and stroked his chin. "Pepper told you some things that she may have wanted a while back for her birthday?" You laughed heartily. "Oh, you mean on girls night? Yea. I may know if few things that the woman who has everything may have an eye on....deal?" He shook your hand. The bell rang and the deal was begrudgingly made to be held without the use of your powers. The team cheered you and him on and when it came down the last two 2 seconds and you were tied you prayed to the powers at be and shot and you made it all net while his was a rim shot that ....kept going around and didn't make it in, at least not in time. You jumped for joy while he fell to the ground and screamed in mock or in real terror. At this point you were unsure. Steve came over and gave you slung his ridiculously heavy arm over your shoulder. "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." You bit your lip and were completely ecstatic and hugged him. I just bet Tony and won a motorcycle. Steve sat you down and laughed. "You're a piece of work." You shrugged and walked off and called out over your shoulder. "So you keep telling me, Stevie."

After a few more games and a shit ton of ridiculous stuffed animals which everyone conspired against Sam alone, everyone piled back into the SUV and headed home. Tony put his arm around you as soon as you got out. "C'mon, I'll get you the keys." You wrapped your arms around his waist. "Sounds good. Plus I've got some ideas to give you about Pep's gift." He looked down and beamed while you headed up to his level for the new keys to the Harley.

After Tony, you decided you could wait to find Steve to give him his birthday present early, the keys to his new....and by new you mean dusty as hell and needed some love, Harley. He didn't know which motorcycle you won and while his birthday was a few weeks way there was no way in hell you were going to be able to wait that long. Fuck that, he was going to get it tonight. You walked towards his room and the door was cracked and you could hear him and Bucky speaking but when you turned to leave and give them privacy you heard your name and stopped in your tracks.

Bucky: "I've been watching you guys since I came home. You've been awfully cozy, Steve."

Steve: "Watching us?" Shit Bucky. That sounds creepy. You need to find a hobby." He laughed yet it seemed to be humorlessly.

Bucky: "Stop dancing around the question asshole." Bucky wasn't screaming but you could hear the tension and Steve huffed saying he didn't ask a question and then called him Stevie like you have been but in a teasing antagonizing tone.

Steve: "Shut it, Bucky. Stevie, it's a nickname she calls me. Leave it alone. N'ver said I liked it. As for your questions, yea we're cozy. We're friends. So what? I've already told ya that and ya need to move on. You and she are no longer t'gether. You made sure of that."

Bucky laughed at his answer. "You sleep in the same room, Steve? Friends? Seriously, you gonna give me that line?"

Steve: "I was worried about her. She got hurt, by you. I'm not going to let her hurt when I can comfort her. And I've slept on the floor in Nat's room before when she was shot. Nothing crazy man, I care about my team and friends. Fuck off." You rested your back against the wall. It was like a trainwreck that you could look away from. You wanted to leave and yet your feet were firmly planted on the floor. You stupidly thought you were special to him.

Bucky: " Oh, so you slept on the floor?" There was silence and you could hear a dour laugh from Bucky. "Right, friends. Yea. I bet friends fuck too. They call it friends with benefits these days." Steve let out a menacing sound.

Steve: "I've been here while you left. I've seen that woman through a lot of shit. If she's upset and wants me to stay with her, it's my choice to do so. We have never fucked or made love. We are just friends. I'm just trying to repair the damage that you did to a wonderful dame that didn't deserve to be fucked for the first time and then left."

Bucky: "Fine. Either way, I'm over it. I'm good at being friends with her. I just want to be on the team. If you wanna fuck her, you've got my blessing."

Steve: "WE ARE JUST FRIENDS! I don’t see her that way. Drop it Bucky. For fuck's sake man she doesn't wan----....."

You stifled a sob and your ears were ringing as he kept talking but you couldn't listen anymore and tried to silently flee the scene without either super soldier hearing you.

You went to your room and asked FRIDAY to keep all visitors out while you composed yourself. You took a long ass shower to wash the day and Coney Island off of you and put the Harley Keys in your desk drawer. They would still be his present but you just would wait to give them to him. You knew that he and you were a bad bet but hearing it from him and him being so dismissive. He made you feel special and then just told him that it was only because he was trying to fix the damage his best friend did. You hated being his little pity project and you had to steel yourself and put on your mask for game night otherwise everyone would know. You could claim to have a wicked headache and cash out early to try and avoid suspicion.

You went out and pizza and beers were already on the table and Never Have I Ever was already starting. Steve had a spot next to him and looked at you expectantly but you avoided his gaze and sat next to Wanda's feet and grabbed a slice of pizza and a beer. Tony came running in and showed you the gift he got her got under your advice and you chuckled at his excitement. "Y/N, you ok? Being kind of quiet." Clint asked as he chewed loudly on his food. Sam elbowed him and muttered something about manners maketh man. "Yea, just have a headache." Bucky then came in and went to sit next to Steve but he said no. "Y/N, do you want to sit here? I know you have a headache." You shook your head and tried to not look in his eyes but failed, his brows were stitched together in confusion at your distance. "No, thanks I'm good. You and Buck should hang out more anyway." You tried to give him a genuine smile but you knew he could see through it. Wanda started playing with your hair when she was done and leaned down to talk to you. "What's up?" You shook your head. "Just overheard a conversation and confirmed what I thought. No worries." She glared her eyes and you shook her off and laughed. The game started going around and easy conversations started flowing.

Clint gleamed. "Never have I ever jerked off to JC Penny catalog." Bucky laughed and put a finger down. "Hey man, things like that in our day were playboys. Plus it was when I had just come back. Fuck off." You laughed and then heard Wanda gasp behind you and everyone looked at her. "Hey, it's not that bad." Bucky shrugged it off. You looked back at her and she grabbed your hand. "You went in my head didn't you?" You tried to say it low but you know that Steve heard you because he was already acting like a nosey ass since you refused to sit next to him.

She pulled you around the corner in the kitchen so that you two could talk and she hugged you immediately. "It's fine Wanda, really." She pulled back and rubbed your arms. "No, it's not. That's so shitty of him. I know what I see in your mind is tainted with feeling but the words are there and I want to punch them both in their perfect teeth, so hard. You deserve so much better." You shook your head. "I'm ok Wanda. I knew that the chances of him wanting me were ...really nothing. So I know friends is all that I am. That's ok." Her face showed the heartbreak you felt. "But you love him, so much. I felt it." You nodded and looked at the ceiling refusing to cry, and put the wall up. "I'm fine Wanda. Please. Just let it go tonight." She nodded, knowing not to press you anymore, at least for the time being and that when you were ready to talk you would come to her.

When you came back out you sat in your previous spot and you could see Steve staring at you while you tried to play along and act like everything was fine and dandy. Wanda, however, was pissed and out for blood. "Never have I ever had a one night stand or pity cuddled someone." Fucking hell Wanda and her weird sokovian accent and foreign ways. Nat smirked knowing something was going on. Steve's eyes narrowed and then got a bit wide as well as Buckys.

Sam was the first to speak, "So please don't tell me I have to drink for each one night stand because, bitch. It's about to get real. As for pity cuddle. Is that after the one night stand or on a different occasion." You can assume out of the corner of your eyes she was looking at Steve when she said. "Oh, definitely a separate occasion. Cuddling after sex is ok, but a pity cuddle just to make someone feel better say...when you're cleaning up the mess friend has made. Much worse." Tony unknowingly walked in on the conversation. "Oh yeah, that would be shitty. Especially for a girl to find out that a guy she likes gave her a pity cuddle in that scenario." Fuck. This just keeps getting better. Steve finished the rest of his beer quickly and Bucky patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear and he nodded. It was your turn and you tried to lighten the mood. "Um-n-n never have I ever thrown up on Thunderbolt. Clint pointed directly to you, cursed and drank all while maintaining eye contact and you smiled. Bucky's turn was next and he took a drink before starting. "Never have I ever abandoned my family and a girl that I loved then came back and did some really shitty things, said some really shitty things. Even as much as an hour ago." Everyone was silent and only he drank. Tony was the one who spoke first. "Leave it to Bucky to do the most twisted Never yet and be the only one who drinks." Everyone chuckled and while Bucky was looking at only you it took you a few moments to look at him while he spoke. "I am really sorry. I did things because I was either scared or angry. I have no filter on my words and hell... sometimes my actions. So just feel free to punch me or tell me to shut the fuck up. It may not go well but we can go from there. I'm difficult but I want to be friends with everyone here. Especially you. Y/N. I'm sorry." You nodded but couldn't form words and your wall was still up. You had the olive branch out and knew he was sorry. And for him to do that in front of EVERYONE, well damn. You gave him a small smile and he took that. "I think that's my cue to go to bed. It's been a long day and my head is killing me." You stood up.

Tony smiled. "Wait you never told us how Cap here like the Harley." Your eyes got big and you shook your head avoiding Steve's face, you looked at Tony. "That's because I never gave it to him." Tony was confused and of course, has no brain-mouth filter. "B-but you were headed to his room right when you left me." You waved him off and turned to leave the living area. "Nevermind. Steve, I have your birthday present. I'll give it to you later. Night." When you looked at Steve he was standing and his eyes were pained. He knew that you heard the conversation, not sure how much, but he knew that was the cause for the distance. He went to follow you around the couch and everyone played busy and didn't look at you two. You put your hand up and kept your internal wall up. You could resume your "friendship" tomorrow but tonight you needed to mourn the loss of the hope you had. "I'm fine, Steve. Just a headache, please. I'll give you your present tomorrow." Your eyes were pleading with him as you walked away from him and for a second he looked broken, but you knew it was in your head. The same head that said you were special to him and that he cared for you. His words proved otherwise.

The room fell silent as you did a different walk of shame to your room.

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Sweet Dreams, My Dear (Part 31) Markiplier x Reader

The morning sun shines with a great amount of energy, rising over the hills and touching, roaming across the land that it claims in its ascent. With such passion and power, it illuminates the land of Dreamers seemingly all at once. A gradual beginning before enveloping the area in its warm embrace; excited and filled with joy, it awakens all those under its light to the brand new day before them. The clouds are merciful and sympathetic and blur the rays of sunshine so as to not blind those who found themselves in the unfortunate situation of sleeping by an open, unshielded window.

You just so happen to be one of those poor victims yet thankfully the clouds and a darling Mark, who you’ve now discovered also works quite nicely as a wall to block the sun as well, your eyes are shielded from the overly energetic sun. Who, if you may say so yourself, has more energy than you'll ever have in the morning; both figuratively and literally. And despite the sun not being able to reach and burn your eyes, you do begin to slowly wake up and snuggle closer to the sleeping man beside you. His arms left their original position last night and one loosely holds your back to keep you close to his chest while the other lazily lays beneath his head for support. He softly snores and you have to restrain yourself so you don't allow the giggles bubbling in your throat to escape. You mentally debate on whether or not you should slip out of his arms to make a surprise breakfast one last time or if you should stay behind for a magnificent morning with your dear Markimoo. And because it's your last day with him, you decide to go with the latter. Yawning, your eyes sleepily raise to gaze up at his face; his eyes are still shut. Eyebrows knit together and you stretch up to place a gentle, swift kiss on his jawline- you hope that'd be enough to wake him up. It isn't. Pouting, you groan upset that the adorable, sweet wake up you wanted to give him wasn't going work. You move to sit up and place a hand on his shoulder, the sun now stinging your eyes with its overly bright greeting. Shaking him not too harshly, you say, with a hushed voice still, “Mark? Time to wake up, silly boy.” He doesn’t respond, rather he groans and shakes his head ever so slight, “No…” Mark buries his head further into his pillow and curling up a bit more, reluctant to wake up. You sigh, pursing your lips as you wonder how to get the hunk of man to wake up. A light bulb goes off in your mind and while it may not be the nicest, it’ll most certainly work. He feels you slide easily out of his grasp and he curls into himself further once you're gone, not sure where you’ve left to go and the sleep determining he isn’t interested before he could really think about it, Mark doesn’t protest at all. It was no less than two minutes when he heard your return, though a bouncing, ball of excitement follows you and bounds past the doorway, jumps on his bed and greets her owner with as many slobbery kisses she could give before Mark finally gives in and wakes up, keeping the dog at bay. “Down girl, down, I love you too, Chica-Bica, but calm down,” a sleepy laugh rumbles from him, as the happy puppy sits contently at a distance, her tail thumping against the comforter. “Told you it was time to wake up,” a crooked smile crosses your lips only to be paired with a raised brow as you look at him from the doorway. “And I’m tired, what happened to morning cuddles?” He asks, petting Chica as he pretends to be offended. “They’re better when both parties are awake,” You make your way over to him, sitting beside him, Chica on the other side of him more than happy to place her two fronts paws on Mark’s abdomen to reach you. After he lets out an ‘oomph’ from the sudden weight, you laugh and indulge the puppy with a ruffle of her fur and a little kiss on her nose, “Good girl,” you whisper, winking at the innocent golden retriever. “Good girl?” Mark repeats, trying not to laugh. “A very good girl,” You confirm as said good girl now lays down on Mark. He rolls his eyes playfully yet continues to pet his pup, “Now, while I would love to cuddle with you, I think we are both well awake and I think we should get breakfast started, how does that sound?” You propose, your eyes meeting his own that still hold sleep. Nonetheless, he nods. “Sounds like a plan.”

While you would love to say you were able to have an extravagant breakfast as your last, you and Mark apparently failed to notice that fact your were low on eggs and lacked any big breakfast meat. Instead, Mark simply had the idea of cereal for breakfast. And knowing you would no longer have to sneak dream powder into his food to simply prevent nightmares, you were quite alright with trying the classically easy and delicious breakfast meal! You were surprised by just how satisfying it was, especially after Mark gave you the idea of sweetening it with extra sugar! Oh goodness, the sugary treat mixed with milk was a marvelous way to start the day and you’re a bit thankful for the lack of everything else if you’re honest. Nevertheless, it allowed the two of you to be able to rest on one another in a much shorter time than it would have been if you were to cook a big meal.

You have to admit; it’s rather funny. A few days ago, the two of you were smitten. Smitten being a very generous word as enamored may be more accurate but even so, the two of you would never think to act on such feelings. You never thought to do so, but when Mark opened his heart to you, you couldn’t refuse. Here on this coach, someone may think you’ve been together for months or even a year already. You rest against the arm of the chair and Mark sits perpendicular to you, allowing your legs to lay on top of his own. His arm is wrapped around you securely as his other lays on the back cushions, if he wanted to, he could quickly sweep you up into a bridal hold and pepper your face with a million kisses with a sweetness that could give even a celestial being like yourself a cavity. Your head comfortably rests on his bicep and you hold a cup of coffee close to you as Mark keeps his on the coffee table in front of you. A television fills the room with white noise and you mindlessly watch it; it’s a show involving a very fast man from what you can tell, The Flash you believe? Whenever you arrive back down here, you’ll have to remember to continue watching this series. It seems quite good so far.

It isn’t until you Mark ask a question that your attention is brought back to him, “Sorry, what did you say, Mark?”

“What are you thinking the plans are for today?” He repeats, his eyes leaving yours for a second to glance at his coffee and before he even says a word, you stretch, grabbing his cup and proceed to hand the toasty cup to him, “Thank you.” Mark flashes you a warm smile then takes a sip from the bitter beverage.

You mirror his expression and nod, “No problem,” you assure as you begin to think about all the things for today. Shrugging, you answer with uncertainty, “Not sure? I’ll probably have to leave late tonight. Get ahead of morning rush hour, y’know? But other than that, the day is ours to spend.” To be honest, whether you stay home and have a chill day with Mister Markimoo or go and have a last minute adventure with him, you could care less. You just wanted to be with him. Albeit, you do have to ask, “Are Matt and Ryan busy today?”

Mark bites his lip and ponders over your question, “They have an interview or two for some houses they’re looking into, I think,” And speak of the devil, a disheveled Ryan slumps down the stairs, “Ryan?” He merely replies in a tired hum. Mark looks back to his roommate who is looking for the biggest coffee mug, “Do you and Matt have interviews today?”

The brunette pauses in his actions and nods slowly, “Yeah… One is around 11am and the other… I think 2pm? Why?”

“Our little chickadee is leaving today and we were wondering if you’d wanna join,” Mark answers and Ryan groans in disappointment.

“Really?” The two of you nod. “Damn, that went a lot quicker than I thought it would, how about we all have dinner together?” He suggests, hating the idea of not being able to give a proper good-bye to someone who he’s come to think of as a good friend.

“I think that would be really nice!” You chime in, and Ryan reflects the smile from your face as he finally starts to get rid of the sleep lingering in his eyes.

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” He settles, pouring coffee into the giant mug he claimed and walking over to sit beside the two of you, “Man, Mark you’re gonna be a mess without her.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his comment, trying to avoid spilling coffee you had to place your mug on the table as you continue to laugh. Mark on the other hand just looks at Ryan with a friendly what-the-Hell face, “Wow, thanks Ryan. That makes me feel so much better, you’re a great friend.” The sarcasm that dripped from those words were like a drop of rain from a leaf after a fresh storm, expected and obvious. Which in turn only result in you laughing more.

Ryan offers a wink and nudges Mark, “Anytime, buddy, always happy to brighten your day.”

Mark widens his eyes and smiles a sarcastic smile, “You know what would be a great way to do that, friendo?”

He places his free hand on his hip, “Oh boy! What would that be Mark?” Ryan asks over dramatically somehow managing to resist the urge to laugh.

Whether it was the sleep that still lingers in his brain that kills the filter he usually has around you or simply that he’s ignoring said filter, he goes right out and says it in the most chipper and joyous way possible, “You can suck my dick, pal!”

By this point, you are shaking with laughter in Mark’s arms, burying your face in his chest you can’t possibly imagine it could get worse. You are wrong.

Without any context, Matt was walking down and heard the last sentence and your seemingly endless laughter and decides the next best thing to say would be, “Are we talking about our favorite hobby?”

You almost choked while laughing to say the least. You simply continue to drown in laughter as they continue with this most... ridiculous conversation one could say.

Thankfully, after about ten minutes they finally stopped trying to kill you by laughter. You breath is still slightly heavy as you continue to calm down, though all of a sudden, something sparks in Mark’s eyes, “What are you thinking, Markimoo?”

“I think I have an idea of what we could do before you leave…” He trails off, still in thought as the plans slowly connect with one another and the gears in his head turn faster and faster with each piece. “I’m just not sure if it’ll be better to go now or later at night, when do you think you’ll have to head out? And I do hope you know I’m driving you to a safe place you can stay until the morning-” Mark sees you about to speak out against it but interrupts you, “-you have no choice, I am not leaving you somewhere unless I know you’re safe.” He thought that would be obvious, especially after the last time he played by your rules and dropped you off where you wanted. Mark will not let you get hurt or even scared like that again, not if he can help it.

You hold back your words of protest and simply sigh but nod understanding where he’s coming from, “Well thank you, Mark. You may be a bit odd, but I’m so lucky I found you,” that seems to bring a smile to his face, “either way, I think we should probably leave around 10:30 or 11pm? Then by midnight, I’ll probably be at a hotel, safe and sound.”

The idea of being able to leave you, just as you said, safe and sound at a hotel is ideal and by those times, if not earlier, may be even safer for you as well. “Then, I think our afternoon will have to suffice, are you ready to head out soon?” His thumb rubs your shoulder mindlessly, his gaze soft on you.

“Yeah, just give me five and I’ll be good!”

“Great!”

Mark decided to add a new element to car rides: a blindfold. Admittingly, you aren’t too happy about the unwelcome accessory but after seeing his puppy eyes, well, how could you resist?

“When will we be there?” You may not be the best with time but you know it has been at least fifteen minutes since you’ve left the house and the curiosity as to where it is that he’s taking you is killing you. You have to know! The blindfold isn’t helping either, any clues you could’ve gotten from your surroundings have been taken away and you’ve also gotten the sneaking feeling that at red lights Mark would make silly faces at your blinded state. You main clue was his gradually louder chuckles that would follow the braking of the car.

“Soon! I promise!”

“Soon isn’t an amount of time, Mark, it’s an estimate. I’d prefer like minutes or something,” You counter, a playful smirk gracing your lips. You feel a hand rest on top of your own and squeeze gently.

“Patience is a virtue, chickadee.”

“So is honesty.”

He chuckles at your attempt and shakes his head, “You’ll find out soon, (Y/n), just wait okay?”

You slump into your seat but nod nevertheless, “It better be worth the wait, Mark,” you tease, trying to poke him but missed. You got him on the second attempt.

“I promise it will be!”

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